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what-the--curtains · 4 years ago

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Alliance

Chapter 8 – The Foil

(Mando x f!reader)

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Summary: Outposted on Hoth while you heal, you, Cara and Grogu keep each other company. But your nightmares quickly return, and the dark forces sending them can no longer be kept at bay.

TW: Major character death (briefly), blood, swearing

Notes: Thank u all for reason still every like makes my heart go 🥺 and every reblog/comment makes me WEEP with joy! Hope y’all are staying safe! Two chapters left!!

Word count: 4.6k

Tagged: @crazycookiecrumbles

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“What?” Din asks, noticing your face scrunch as your feet hit the ground.

“What is this?” you question, squatting down and picking up a handful of the white powder covering the planet's floor. The cold bites at your bare skin causing your hand to instinctively release.

“What never seen snow before?” he taunts, in a manner you had often used on him, as he and Cara stride ahead, each carrying bags twice the size of the average person. An impressive sight that left you feeling less than inadequate. You kicked at the snow turning around to grab a bag from the ship in an effort to demonstrate you could carry your own weight. In the meantime Grogu had managed to form the snow into a small ball which he promptly pelted towards the Mandalorian hitting him square in the helmet.

The thunk causes you to turn around in time with Din whose head was accusingly cocked towards you. You point to the kid who mirrors your movements causing him to grin underneath his helmet. He watches as you throw a bag over your shoulder, wincing in pain when you bend down to pick up the child. Anya bounds behind you, enamoured with the snow. The Mandalorian stops and begins tracing his steps back towards you.

“Here” he says reaching for the bag, any other day he wouldn't bother, he knew you could carry your own weight, hell you'd carried his literal weight before.

“If I can carry your ass, I think I can handle this bag” you roll your eyes, as the bag strap digs further into your shoulder causing you to quickly move past him. He watches you push through the snow and towards the concrete base a few feet ahead. He wished you’d let him help you. He knew you were strong; he wished you were a touch less stubborn.

“Well not the beach vacation I was hoping for, but it’ll do for now.” Cara say’s placing the sac carrying the medical supplies and food rations on a nearby table. You drop your bag the second you enter into the abandoned rebellion base. Slowly rolling your shoulder out attempting, and failing, to masquerade your pain. Din comes in behind you grabbing the bag you'd just dropped effortlessly tossing it, along with his own bag, up on the table with the med supplies.

“Looks like there's plenty of room here, enough bunks for us to have our own, amenities seem to work well enough, not sure about hot water, but at least its water.” Cara says appearing from a hallway.

“What about the camouflage? Is it still in place?” you ask as Din begins to type away into one of the dust covered computers. He grunts hitting the machine rather harshly while swearing under his breath.

“I can't tell, we need parts to fix it.”

“Should be some on the base.” Cara offers, more as a question than a statement.

“No, we need new technology to reinstate the old. I'll have to go out and get some.”

“That safe?” Cara asks

“If it's just me? Yes.”

“So I'm playing caretaker. You wanna tell her that or is that gonna be my job” she says, looking over at you as you unpack the preservatives into the kitchen area with Grogu tucked under your arm. The Mandalorian emits a low grumble. This wasn't going to go over well.

“We need food, I’m going to get some,” he states firmly, but from a safe distance.

“I'll come with you, you’re not much of a hunter” you say, placing Grogu down on the counter and brushing your hands off on your pants.

“Not hunting here, I'm going to get credits, I need to buy some parts to get the camouflage working again.”

“Alright, well I can help with that too” you say, confused as to why he was being so dismissive.

“No, you're injured,” he says, taking a cautious step towards you.

“I’m fine” you reiterate for what feels like the hundredth time since they’d saved you.

“Really?” He says rolling up your left sleeve, revealing scars still raw from the electrocutions. You push his arm away and roll your sleeve back down wincing when you graze the raw flesh. “When was the last time you slept? Really slept”

“No worse than it was before” you mumble out.

“You spent two weeks with the empire being treated like a caged animal, you need to rest.” he persuades, placing a tentative hand on your arm. The contact briefly causing you to shift away before settling into the gentle grip.

“And you’re leaving Cara here to babysit me?” you ask, eyes skirting to the side.

“ Yes. Normal circumstances you’d be fine, but you’re not in any shape to be fighting.” slightly taken aback by the honesty, but not surprised by his lack of bedside manner.

“This is crap you say.” shaking your head, if positions were swapped, sure you would be saying the same thing, but there's no way he would listen to you.

“If someone comes, you and Cara need to be here,” he states. Why he didn't just say ‘I just got you back, i'm not risking losing you again’ he doesn't know, but he’s sure it’s for the best. With no response from you he takes his leave. You watch his cape sway in the wind as he renters the ship and takes off leaving you behind once again.

“He’s infuriating.” You say to Cara who's hesitantly appeared by your side.

“Yup. But he’s also right. Common I want to see your light saber.” She says tugging on your elbow until you comply. You enter into one large open area of the base where various mismatched chairs littered the scene. You pull out the box containing the lightsaber as Cara burritos Grogu into a blanket propping him up on one of the strewn about chairs with a cushion.

“You're probably gonna want to hang back” you say, turning it on. The light purple aura shoots out vibrating softly. You move across the floor swingin it about a bit before finally closing it.

“Not bad,” Cara says, a smirk forming.

“We got anything disposable here?” you ask side eyeing her, eyebrows slightly raised.

“Ya. Want me to throw it at you?” she responds, seemingly reading your mind. You nod your head excitedly. What started as a relatively safe game of toss and slice had progressed into something slightly more dangerous. You were blindfolded, three beers deep and Cara was no longer throwing soft items at you. After another piece of food smacks you in the face you rip off the blindfold only to see Cara giggling like a schoolgirl.

“You know if I was smarter I'd say you were doing this on purpose.”

“Good thing you're not any smarter.” she laughs, waking up Grogu who immediately reaches for the saber.

“No,” Cara says, grabbing him in the knick of time. You both begin to clean up the mess you had made, well at least the half that would smell bad by the morning. What would have been a 15 minute job turned into an hour long ordeal with most of the time being spent preventing Grogu from eating the splattered food and opening up the lightsaber.

“He’s got a predisposition for danger” you say, grabbing him away from the saber for the 90th time that night.

“I wonder where he learnt that from,” Cara laughs.

The next morning you wake up from another nightmare, at least it had been of the no name variety this time, nothing quite as drastic as being suffocated in your sleep. You pull yourself up onto a barstool and lean over the counter clutching the back of your head as a plate of food enters into your eye line.

“You're chatty in your sleep” Cara says, watching as you take a bite.

“Sorry did I wake you up?” you ask scrunching up your forehead and hiding your face in your hands.

“No, don’t worry I’ve got my own demons keeping me up at night. You sleep walk as well, had to turn you around or you would have walked right out the front door.”

“Well, that's embarrassing. Thanks for stopping me from freezing to death, ill strap myself into the bed tonight” you say with a chuckle.

“So what are yours about?” she asks.

“Some weirdo in a cape” you say, taking another bite. “you?”

“The war mainly,” she says “if you ever need to talk”

“Thanks, you too” it was nice to have her in your corner.

“Sorry by the way if you know, what we did to you has caused any nightmares” it was the first time you’d seen Cara look remorseful and soft.

“Ya those stopped after a few months, around the same time the bruises did. Not sure if it was thicker skin or I just got better at fighting.” Cara nods, emitting a relieved sigh.

“Who do you think would win in a fight? Me or Mando.” she asks, stopping any further awkwardness from continuing.

“Tough call, doesn't matter though i'd beat you both.” You smirk.

‘Oh please I could drop you with my pinky finger!” She laughs waving around the frying pan she’d been cooking with.

‘I’m stronger than I look” you say pointing your fork at her with a mouthful of food.

“I know that but i'm a better fighter. At least at hand to hand combat. Though from what I've heard if I give you a spear or a bow you’d probably destroy me.”

“Games were more rigged than you think. It was largely a performance.” you admit.

“Killing the devaronian part of that?”

“No, that was a fun surprise. They like to pit fan favourites against each other. Who told you about that, or were you there?”

“No, I don't take pleasure in forced fighting. Mando told me, when I asked if you were a strong fighter. He was convinced. Also told me you saved him from drowning. How'd you do that his armour weighs as much as a ranakor.”

“Gods I honestly don’t know how, could barely move the next morning between the freezing water and unexpected heavy lifting.” you respond, shaking your head.

“How’d you survive it, cold waters a killer even if it doesn't drown you?”

“Fire, thank god his cape was fast drying or I think the hypothermia may have gotten him.”

“Just the cape that kept him warm?” She asks innocently enough

“What did he tell you?” you shoot back, your eyes telling her there was more to the story.

“I don’t know what he should have told me?” she says now increasingly interested

“Is this why you made me a delicious breakfast? To grill me? You laugh

“Oh you are not getting out of answering that question by complimenting me”

“Body heat” you mumble, quickly stuffing more food into your mouth to shut yourself up.

“So you guys have..” she starts.

“No, oh my god, I don’t even think he's allowed to. No in order to survive we had to maintain body heat. Which we did with our clothes on, there's nothing more to it”

“Well from what i've heard he's definitely allowed to, and has on multiple occasions, but if there's nothing to it.” she lifts her eyebrow.

“Survival was the only thing to it.” you stress.

“Oh im sure neither of you enjoyed being cozied up to each other”

“I’ll get the saber if you're not careful” you threaten stuffing more food in your mouth in an attempt to shut yourself up.

“Seriously, him lugging around that armour all the time, he must look pretty nice under there and I mean, you’re... you so nothing to not enjoy there.” she rambles on.

“I'm getting it” you say sliding off the stool.

“Threatening to kill me, won’t get you out of this” she hollers after you

“Oh no Cara don’t worry it's for myself. Gonna use it to burn out any remnants of this conversation.”

“I'm just sayin!” Of course she was just saying, of course he hadn't told her about that because it meant nothing. Would you mind being wrapped up in his muscular arms again no of course not, you're not blind, but your also not stupid. You know there was nothing more to it than a debt and a friendship, and that was fine. F-I-N-E, fine with you.

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The Mandalorian walks towards the base sporting a bag holding parts he hoped would patch up the base's broken down systems. The sun had set and the white snow glowed a light blue from where the moonlight reflected down on it. The grey clouds forming above indicated that a storm was brewing and the last thing he wanted was to get caught out in a blizzard. The doors whir as they close behind him preventing any cold from seeping through. Placing the bag down on a nearby table he pulls out some food and warmer clothes he'd grabbed while he was out. He walks over to the kids room cracking the door and peering in. The sound wakes Grogu causing him to start fussing only stopping when he's picked up. Din follows the trail of inanimate objects sliced and strewn across the floor until he sees Cara whose on the couch carving a wooden stick into a point.

“Welcome back” she says, not looking up from her project.

“Got the stuff, he wasn’t too much trouble?” he asks, referring to the kid and tossing her a blanket.

“Nope” she smiles, catching the quilt and wrapping it around herself.

“You two have fun?” he asks, directing her attention to the various metals that she had meant to clean up before he got home.

“You know we should really get lightsabers, it's not fair only Jedis can have them. She's something else, I can see why you enjoy her company so much” Cara says, hoping to provoke a reaction.

“What's that supposed to mean?” he spits out.

“Well it wasn’t supposed to mean anything but, I guess it's more than her company you'd like to enjoy? I heard about the cave, interesting the details you left out” She says, eyes glancing up at him as a smile spreads across her face. He's about to respond, but the distinct sound of doors opening brings about a silent truce as they shift into action mode, blasters in hand maneuvering quietly towards the door. Noticing a figure, Din takes aim, but Caras hand stays his shot.

“What’s she doing?” he asks, reholstering the blaster and moving towards you

“Sleepwalking.” Cara responds “she didn’t do this when you were around?” he shakes his head, he knew about the nightmares but this, this was an escalation he didn't see coming.

“We should wake her up, she’s going to freeze” he says

“You’re not supposed to wake them up,” Cara returns

“So we just let her wander out and die?” Din argues

“No we just turn her back in the direction of her room smart ass.'' The argument ceases when they remember the door being opened. You had managed to make your way out into the blizzard concerning both Din and Cara. He hands Grogu to Cara and trudges through the thick snow, which you were moving through with ease. Cara, not one to be left behind, follows him out sheltering the kid under the quilted blanket.

“Someones with her.” Cara shouts over the wind. She's right; he watches as you reach out for the cloaked figure turning it around to face you.

“Y/N!” the Mandalorian calls out.

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Your name being called pulls you back to reality. You look down seeing Anya whose ears are back and emitting a sound the likes of which you’ve never heard. Your name’s called again further indicating this was not a dream, despite the surroundings feeling uncannily familiar. The figure stands before you, unmoving, still present, what the fuck was going on. Your heart races as you reach out this time your hand makes contact with a bony shoulder. Your eyes widen as you turn the figure around to face you. Your eyes flutter side to side trying to piece together the situation playing out before you. You hear the Mandalorian shouting for you, but you don't turn away.

Your hand reaches up to pull down the hood as you do a familiar buzzing fills your ears as a scarlet flash lights up the sky. A burning sensation radiating in your stomach causes you to look down just as the saber retracts back into its hilt, the red light dissipating as it does. Your hand grasps at the cloak tearing a piece off as the figure disappears into the night. You fall to the ground, it's cold, you can feel your light fading, it wasn’t supposed to end like this.

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Din makes it to you first, dropping to your side. He places a hand under your waist lifting you onto his lap scanning your body for the damage. Your hands cover your abdomen. He moves them away revealing a substantial hole where the saber had cut straight through you. There was no blood, there was no fixing this, there was nothing he could do. Too many vital organs had been hit. He watches as you try and fail to intake the surrounding air into your lungs. He can see the panic in your eyes as you try and fail to breathe. Cara’s run comes to a halt. She stares down at the Mandalorian as he cradles a body that would never heal. You’re trying to say something, but all that’s emitted is a series of bloody splutters as you cling desperately to life. You look at Cara and the child before looking back up at him. Your purple eyes bore into him as your body goes limp. Anya throws her head back howling loudly into the night as Cara continues staring down stoic as even, placing a hand on the beskar armour. The Mandalorian doesn't move, he can’t, he won’t let you go. Why didn't he say anything, why couldn't he offer you some comfort in your final moments. He had failed you. As the howl fades back into the wind the silence becomes deafening.

Cara sees them first, Dins hand moves to your chest where small palpitations seemed to be occurring. His head swivels around staring up to see Grogu’s small green hand reached out, head wrinkled and eyes squinting in focus. As quickly as it had stopped your breathing begins again punctuated by a loud cough and several gasps for air which launch you upwards. The Mandalorians arm braces your shoulder as you do. He pulls up the hem of your shirt running a hand over skin that was beginning to smooth over. Grogu collapses back into Caras arms. Din breaths out for the first time in what felt like forever, swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat back down. Your hands found their way up to his helmet tracing around its edges in an attempt to ground yourself.

“It’s okay, I’m here, you’re alive, you’re safe.” he whispers, as he brings his helmet down to your forehead pressing them together lightly. Your arms quickly wrap around him as you bury your face in his chest. The metal suddenly feeling like the most comfortable thing in the world.

“Makers get a room” Cara shouts. He hears you mutter something which he eventually makes out as “the child”

“He’s fine,” he says, watching the relief rush over your face as your arm reaches out to pet Anya before your eyes start close again.

“We have to get her inside, and warm, she’ll be fine, but we have to move quickly.” Cara says as Din lifts you up carrying you back inside.

The following days blur together for Din he left shortly after you were secured back in bed in search of supplies and medicine that would help ease your recovery. In all truth it helped keep his mind off the fact that you may not wake up. Despite Grogu’s best efforts you had been dead for a solid five minutes, that's not something many people recover from. He took up a few extra bounties along the way hoping they may have some answers as to who was with you in the blizzard that night, but nothing turned up. The killing helped him feel better, and coming back with supplies made him feel useful. No matter where he was, he always made sure to return with blankets and warm gear, especially after Cara had said you felt cold to the touch. He couldn't have that.

“I think we’re good for blankets, Mando anymore and she’ll sweat to death” Cara says with a small laugh unpacking yet another massive sheet made from some type of animal hide.

“You said she needed to be kept warm” he states, as if his actions were completely normal and reasonable.

“Well why don’t you just crawl in there with her that'll keep her nice and toasty” she teases “or you could just wait until she wakes up then you’d be able to keep her really warm, at least based on what I’ve heard from some of your past lovers” she laughs, as he leaves the room embarrassed.

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Your mouths dry, that’s the first thing that alerts you to the fact that you were still alive. You open your eyes slowly permitting the fluorescent lighting to creep through causing a dull ache to pulse in your forehead. Closing one eye you move up in the bed causing multiple blankets to cascade down from your shoulders pooling in your lap. You turn to the side reaching for the glass of water precariously placed on your bedside table. A sharp pain shoots through your body as you reach out causing your hands to jolt down to the source of the pain. The scar tissue reminds you just how lucky you were to be alive. Your hands positioning is quickly changed as Anya nuzzles her snout underneath it. You scratch her ears, smiling as she licks at your face. You're distracted by the sound of footsteps inching closer to your door. You sit up and straighten your shirt, suddenly aware of how you must look and smell. Your fussing with your hair as the door clicks open.

“You're up!” Cara exclaims “wait here there’s someone who’ll want to see you. “

“Like I can go anywhere” you respond, shifting slightly as you do. She re-enters with Grogu who she places in your arms. He stares up at you with his big eyes, his hand reaching out for your chin. You lower your head so he can touch it eliciting a small contented gurgle.

“Thanks for saving me,” you say, as he worms his way underneath the blankets.

“Mando’s off getting supplies, mainly bringing back blankets for you though” Cara remarks causing you to roll your eyes.

“Five bounties so I’ve been out what? a day?” you ask shuffling through the thick fur covers which were, to be fair, keeping you nice and toasty.

“How are you feeling”

“Like a shish kebab”

“You looked like one. Do you remember anything about that night?”

“What apart from dying? I remember taking this” you say pulling out the small swatch of fabric you had torn from the figures cloak. “Nothing after that. I figured the only way this hole was closed was because of Grogu. Did something else happen?” Cara contemplates telling you about the tender moment she had witnessed between you and the Mandalorian, but opts to let him tell you himself.

“No, nothing. Get some more rest, you look like shit.” she laughs leaving the room allowing you to fall asleep with Grogu tucked neatly under your arm.

“Fuck” you shout, shooting awake. Your eyes water and your chest heaves. Another nightmare. Whoever this figure was, it knew it had not succeeded in killing you. Whatever it was you, and your friends, would not be safe until they, or you, were dead. You maneuver out of bed, careful not to wake the child as you do. Your feet hit the floor with a light slap, the sound being enough to rouse Grogu from his slumber. He blinks sleepily watching as you grab some clothes, a blanket and the ripped fabric tossing it all into a small leather bag. You whistle for Anya who begrudgingly hops off the bed and makes her way over to you. The child, now awake and apparently savvy to your plans scowls.

“I know, but we’ll be back once it’s dealt with” you say leaning over the bed to stroke his ear.

“Once what’s dealt with?” the familiar modulated voice asks behind you. “You’re leaving.” he continues, noting the rucksack tossed carelessly over one shoulder.

“Just for now.” You say, offering him a reassuring smile as you turn to face him, “I have to deal with something.”

“We can help.” He responds. You turn back to face the wall, not wanting to meet his gaze.

“Not this time I can’t put the kid at risk. It’s too dangerous. Whatever came here, it’ll come back once it feels I'm alive. I’m going to find it. See what it wants.” you unpack and repack your bag making sure everything you need is there.

“How do you know this isn’t what it wants you to do.” he poses, causing your hands to stop shuffling around inside the bag.

“I don’t.”

“And how do you think you’re getting off this planet.” he asks, a touch too smug for your liking. Especially considering you had not figured that part out yet.

“Gotta be some spare parts around here, maybe even an old ship.”

“Can you even fly?” Was that worry you detected in his voice, or amusement at the notion of you piloting a spacecraft.

“I'll be fine.” You say closing your bag.

“Let me help you.” he takes a step towards you, closing the space between you both.

“I’ll be alright” you say, turning and haphazardly throwing the bag over your shoulder. He steps in front of you, not willing to let you pass without a conversation. Not wanting to put him in danger you stand on your tiptoes and place your hands on the helmets sides, causing him tense up. You pull his face down to meet yours planting a kiss where his mouth would be.

“You’ve helped me enough” you say staring into the visor and slowly removing your hands. He remains where he stands, giving you enough time to skirt around him. Entering the kitchen you grab some preserves and a knife out the cupboards tossing them into the bag.

“Tell her she’s not leaving,” Din asserts to Cara, who had witnessed the previous events from a nearby chair.

“You can’t go by yourself, you’re smart enough to know that. Let us help.” She says. Realizing this isn’t a fight you can easily win you agree.

“Someone has to stay here with the kid. He won’t be safe where we're going. Din you should stay with him ” you say.

“I can’t fly a plane.” Cara lies in an attempt to force you both to confront your feelings for eachother, though she wasn’t entirely sure either of you knew how deep said feelings truly ran.

“I’ll take you.” Din says without hesitation

“I know you don’t like to be away from him.” you whisper quietly, your actions from before suddenly creeping to the forefront of your mind.

“We won’t be gone long” he says, evidently unfazed by the kiss. “You know where we’re going.

“No, but she does.” You nod in Anya’s direction.

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bxcketbarnes · 6 years ago

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Studio Day

Pairing: Ashton Irwin/Reader

Words: 1809

Author’s Note: These pictures the boys are providing are too much and I told @thebookamongmen that I wanted to write Ash fluff after seeing them and we came up with this idea. I hope everyone likes it and I hope all the Ash girls are okay after this attack! ❤

I was shaking my hips to Ashton’s playlist that was loudly playing through the apartment, singing along to the lyrics to Supermassive Black Hole. The sausage in the pan was sizzling as the bun on my head was swaying back and forth. My jam session was cut short as my phone began to ring, turning my head back towards the device that lies against the countertop.

Ashton’s name was printed across the screen and a smile comes to my lips while stepping away from the stove. I swipe across the screen, answering the call before pressing the phone to my ear. “Y/N’s Porn Shop. Can I help you find anything?” I hold in my laugh and bites my lip, waiting for his reply.

“You’re so weird, but I’m looking for one of those make your own dick’s a dildo kit,” he answers with a giggle and I let out a laugh as well, shaking my head.

“Ah, yes. I do believe we have them in stock. Getting it for yourself or a friend?” I question and a scoff leaves his lips.

“Myself. Gotta make sure my girl feels me even when I’m gone,” Ashton smugly replies and I can feel my cheeks heat up. “Anyway, what are you doing?”

I turn my body to face the stove, taking a step towards it to flip the sausage patties. “I’m making some brunch since someone tired me out last night,” I chuckle and wince at some of the grease that flies onto my skin.

“It’s not my fault you wanted to join me on my binge watching. Also, that binge watching was a total mistake because I’m so tired,” he tells me and I hop onto the counter, grinning. “You don’t have any plans today right?”

“Nope. Why? What’s going on?” I ask him while kicking my feet as I sat on the cool countertop in nothing but a pair of panties and one of Ashton’s shirts.

Ashton quickly yells to someone else, hearing the muffled voice of Luke before he speaks to me. “Would you wanna have lunch with us? And maybe pick it up?” He asks and my lips part in surprise.

“Ashton Irwin, are you using me to bring you guys food?” I ask, crossing my arm over my chest.

I was met by silence and I raise an eyebrow. “I love you?” He mutters and I laugh.

“I love you too. Don’t worry. I’ll come by the studio with lunch. Just send me the details, baby,” I mumble while hopping down from the counter, turning the stove off. I double check the two sausage patties, making sure they were done before eating them.

“You’re the best, my love. See you soon,” he breathes into the phone. We both said goodbye before hanging up the phone, leaving it on the back of my couch and heading into the bedroom to get ready.

I adjust the Panda Express bags in my hand, not believing that they wanted this over literally anything else in town. I purse my lips together as I come to the doors of the studio the guys are currently in. I balance one of the bags on the other, opening the glass doors and quickly slipping inside.

“Hey, Y/N, you can go right in,” the secretary told me with a smile and I nod, thanking her quietly. I walk the familiar path of the studio building, hearing the boy’s voices coming from the room they seem to be constantly in.

“Ash!?” I call out, staring at the closed door. A small crash can be heard on the other side and a giggle leaves my lips as I wait for the door to be opened. The door opens and Ashton’s face comes into view, a large smile on his lips.

“Hey, babe. You made it! How come you didn’t text me that you were here? I would’ve helped,” he mumbles and dips down to press a loving kiss to my lips.

I shrug my shoulders, telling him it was alright as he lets me into the room. I give a small smile to the people I don’t know as Michael runs up to me and grabs the bags from my hands. “Thanks for bringing lunch,” he excitedly states with a grin on his dark lips.

“Yeah, no problem. I miss you all anyway. Ashton either seems to keep you all hidden from me or he keeps me hidden from you,” I laugh as Ash's hand slides across my lower back.

“I'm totally keeping you hidden from everyone. I want you all to myself,” Ashton states and drags his lips across my jawline.

The guys let out groans and complain, telling us to get a room as they shove Panda Express into their mouths. Ashton and I sat down on one of the loveseats and he hands me my food container.

“So, how’s everything going?” I ask the drummer while twirling the lo mein around my fork before putting it into my mouth.

Ashton nods, finishing the food he was chewing on while his hand covered his mouth. “It’s going well. After lunch Luke’s going into the booth to record,” he tells me and I nod my head.

“That’s good. I’m really excited for you guys, even though y’all should take some sort of break,” I voice my concern, giving Ashton a look. He gives me a soft smile and reaches his hand over to rest on top of mine.

“Babe, we’re fine. We all think we’ve had a long enough break,” he explains and I let out a small sigh before nodding.

“Just take your health into account, alright?” I mumble quietly and my phone begins to vibrate, glancing down at it to see my mother calling me. “It’s mom. I’ll be right back.” I lean forward to press a quick kiss on his lips, a content hum leaving them.

“Alright, love you. Tell her I said hi,” Ashton tells me and I nod with a smile while answering the phone call.

My cheeks were still blushing as I stepped back into the building, heading towards the studio room. Babies? Are you serious? I mean… we’re not even married yet. We haven’t even discussed marriage or anything. I chew on my bottom lip as I make my way into the room, seeing the blonde man in the booth with headphones on with a guitar in hand.

Ashton sits in the chair in front of the mixing table, looking serious as ever and I can’t help but feel incredibly attracted to him right now. I lay my hands on his shoulders, leaning my face into his neck and drags my lips across his skin.

“You look so incredibly hot right now,” I whisper against his tannish skin before pulling away from him.

He tilts his head back, a smirk on his lips and winks at me. “How’s your mom doing?” Ash asks and I lick my lips a bit.

“She’s doing good. Uhm, she asked me this funny question,” I tell him while slowly combing my fingers through his reddish hair. He hums for me to continue, an eyebrow raised in curiosity. “She asked… she asked when we’re giving her grandkids.”

His eyes widened and the smile dropped from his lips. “W-What?”

My heart starts to beat, beginning to think I made a mistake of telling him. I take my hands off of him and takes a couple steps back. “I-I probably shouldn’t have brought that up while you’re working. W-We can talk about it when you get home. I gotta go,” I stutter and turn to leave the room as quickly as possible.

“Y/N! Wait,” Ashton yells after me. I manage to make it outside before his large hand grasps my arm. I stop in my tracks, swallowing hard as I lift my head to look at him. “Baby… it’s okay. I’m not upset by your mother bringing up kids. I’m just surprised.”

I bite the inside of my cheek and nod as his hand came up to my face, stroking my cheek. “It surprised me as well. I mean we haven’t even talked about marriage. Hell, for all I know you wouldn’t even want to start a family with me,” I mumble quietly as people pass by us on the North Hollywood streets.

“Are you kidding?” He asks and takes a step closer to me. His hazel eyes search mine as he continues to stroke my cheekbone. “We’ve been together since we were sixteen. If I wasn’t serious about our relationship then we wouldn’t be together. I’m with you because you make me a better person. You make me the happiest man in the world no matter how weird you are. I love you and your personality. I’m so in love with you.”

Tears came to my eyes at his confession, my chest clenching a bit. I raise my hands to his face, my thumbs dragging across his cheeks. “Ash… I’ve been in love with you since I was nineteen. I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” I whisper and a small smile comes to his lips.

“I absolutely wanna start a family with you. Maybe we can start,” he tells me and my cheeks heat up a bit.

“Yeah? O-Okay, yeah. I’ll go to the drugstore and buy some ovulation tests an-and then we can move on from there,” I say with a smile on my lips as butterflies soar through my stomach.

Ashton dips his head down, pressing a tender kiss to my lips. “I love you so much. I can’t wait to start our own little family,” he mumbles against my lips as his hand grabs mine, interlacing our fingers.

The door to the building opens and Calum pops his head out. “Ash, mate, we need you bud,” he mentions and Ash glances over his shoulder at the newly platinum blonde bassist.

“Alright, I’m coming,” he tells him before looking back down at me. “I gotta go but I’ll be at your place before dinner. Love you.”

“I love you. We’ll talk about moving in together later?” I ask and his eyes widen, snapping his fingers.

“Shit, good idea. Yeah, we’ll talk and look for places later,” he quickly mentions and kisses my lips sloppily. I giggled against his lips, my hands sliding up his satin button up before pulling away from him.

“Go on, drummer boy,” I bite my lip, pushing him away from me.

Ash takes a couple steps back, blowing me a kiss. “Love you!”

“Love you too!” I grin, blowing him one in return. I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, feeling like a schoolgirl who just talked to her crush for the first time. I’m starting a family with the love of my life. God, mom’s gonna be thrilled.

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mx-ishikawa · 5 years ago

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Pieces Of Us (2): Defend

Finally got the second installment of this series done! there's a little violence in this one but it's LEGO violence so it's not that bad XD" takes place in between the first and second movies~

The Duplo wasn’t hard to miss. It was ginormous, with bright flashy colors covering its surface. But I wasn’t. I was carefully hidden among the buildings, watching its every move. It was terrorizing the people and destroying everything it decided it wanted to destroy. Jeez, this situation in Bricksburg was even worse than I thought. I mean, everybody was experiencing Duplo attacks, but the people of Bricksburg were hit by far the hardest, to the point where they had to adopt a whole new lifestyle centered around survival and constantly keeping the invaders at bay. But I had been training for this for over two years now.

Ever since the first Duplo attack on Bricksburg, all I had wanted was to help fight off the invaders. If I couldn’t be a Master Builder, I felt I should at least contribute to the fight in some way or another. I had always struggled with finding my place in the world, and never felt like I fit in anywhere, so I felt that this would be my chance to finally make a name for myself. But since I was only sixteen at the time, I knew I had to finish school first. Thankfully, that gave me extra time to train and develop fighting skills. I did most of my weekend training in Gotham, since it seemed to be the only place out of all the realms that was devoid of Duplo attacks, and sometimes I was under the instruction of Batman himself. As a coach, Batman was strict and not very emotionally motivating, but he certainly knew his shit, so I was grateful to have him as a trainer. Also, he had a damn good taste in workout music.

But I must admit that there was another reason I wanted to move to Bricksburg. And that reason’s name was Emmet Brickowski. I had already become fond of him in Cloud Cuckooland, but after getting separated from my dad during the raid and ending up alongside Emmet and Wyldstyle in the fight against Lord Business, I developed quite the crush on the heroic construction worker. I felt he was not all the negative things he initially described himself as; in fact, I found him much more brave, smart, skilled, and creative than he gave himself credit for. And even though he apparently lacked experience leading, I thought he was one of the best leaders I had ever seen in action. Never before had I seen someone corral a horde of Master Builders together the way he did. He had a strong voice, commanding but not cruel, and genuinely wanted to help. He had been torn from his old life and thrown into the ugly truth, adapted well, sacrificed himself and ended up gaining Master Builder abilities instead of dying, and saved the world—all without losing his kind-hearted character. And yet, he was completely humble about the whole thing, even saying that the prophecy was about everyone, not just himself. But what I admired most about him was his huge heart. Not once did he say anything bad about Lord Business, or anyone ever, and when the Duplos first came, he tried to make peace with them instead of jumping to fighting like everyone else wanted to do. It’s really no wonder why I fell for the guy. Though I didn’t really see him in the two years I trained, my heart still raced when I thought of him, and often wondered how he was doing. At the time, I thought it was just a silly schoolgirl crush, and that I’d surely wouldn’t feel much the next time I saw him. Boy how wrong I turned out to be…

I quietly pulled my sword out from the holster on my back and began sneaking up on the Duplo. It was clearly more focused on thwarting the attacks from the citizens of Bricksburg. They were firing whatever they could at it—lasers, arrows, canons, you name it—but none of it affected the beast. If anything, it only became angrier. Though its anger was rather passive-aggressive: it giggled like a schoolgirl the more it was hit, but its body language made its true emotions clear. I scanned its back, looking for a weak spot I could target. Then I spotted a vertical crease in between the monster’s shoulders. Bingo.

Being as swift as possible, I ran up to the Duplo, leaped into the air, and plunged my sword into the crease on the beast’s back. I heard a couple of cracking sounds as it screamed in agony, and it took all I had not to cover my ears and lose my grip. I held onto one of its shoulders, keeping the sword in place with my other hand, as the Duplo began spinning around in an effort to reach me. After a few rotations, it stopped as it realized that wasn’t working. I almost fell when it suddenly halted, but my reflexes luckily kicked in. Pulling my sword out, I kicked the alien monster right where I stabbed it, and down it went. My feet landed on top of it and I rose my sword to take a few whacks, but it swatted me away with one of its limbs. I heard a few gasps from the citizens as I flew backwards into a wall. I grunted in pain. That certainly wasn’t going to help my already existing back troubles. But I knew I couldn’t let the pain overtake me if I wanted to defeat this thing. So I lifted myself up and charged at it again, this time punching it square in the gut and bringing it down once more. It started to swing its limbs at me again, but it froze, likely in fear, as I held my sword directly to where its throat would’ve been if it had a noticeable neck. It whimpered like an upset child, and for a moment I almost felt sorry for the Duplo. But then I remembered this was one of the monsters that continually attacked our world for no apparent reason. I glared at it, leaning inward to try and assert dominance.

“Get out,” I growled darkly, “or you’ll regret ever coming.”

The Duplo glared back at me with its huge, almost pouty eyes. “You’re no fun,” it spoke in its childish voice. It rolled over, causing me to topple off, before leaving the scene and being beamed up into the mysterious spaceship it came from. I put my sword back in the holster and clapped my hands together, straightening myself out. I then turned around to find the citizens of Bricksburg all staring at me with various expressions. I shot them a cheeky, lopsided grin.

“Thought you guys could use another fighter.”

“Light?” a familiar voice gasped from the front of the crowd.

“Ey, Wyldstyle!” I trudged up to her, and we hugged. “How’ve you been?”

“What are you doing here?” she asked, dodging my question.

“Come on, Wyld, you know I’ve been wanting to help you fight off these darn Duplos since the day they first came!”

“How did you…” she struggled to find the words. “That… that was…”

“That was AWESOME!”

My heart shot up into my throat as my attention was drawn to the very object of my affections—Emmet.

“Where did you learn to fight like that??” he excitedly inquired, running up to me. “Your swordsmanship is incredible!! Oh, and all those crazy kicks you were doing was sooooo cool! And when you hit that building I was afraid you were done for but you got back up! Wait, are you okay?? Gosh you must be in so much pain! How did you make such a fantastic comeback after getting hurt so badly?! Wow! You’re amazing!!!”

“Okay Emmet, you’re impressed, we get it.” Wyldstyle pushed him out of the way so she could continue speaking to me. “You do realize what you’re getting yourself into, right?”

I, however, had trouble speaking back up. Emmet thought that highly of my fighting? Emmet, the sweet and strong hero who saved the universe, thought I was amazing?? The guy I had been missing and crushing on for two years was really that impressed by unimpressive me? It was too good to be true.

“Uhhh, yeah, of course I do! This stuff, this is a dangerous endeavor, but I’ve been training and honing my Duplo fighting techniques for two years, and now I’m finally ready to fight alongside you all in Bricksburg.”

“Apocalypseburg.”

“What?”

“We’re actually calling it Apocalypseburg now,” Wyldstyle clarified.

“Oh.” I scratched the back of my neck. “Of course. Leave it to me to never truly know what’s going on.”

“So wait, let me get this straight,” Emmet interrupted our conversation once more. “You trained for two years, specifically so you could fight Duplos here?”

“Exactamundo!” I made a “you got it” gesture. Emmet appeared very awestruck at this point; his wide eyes blinking in wonder and his mouth falling agape just a bit. A warm smile soon appeared on his face.

“Wow… that’s really brave of you.”

I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat as he looked up at me. Oh no, he’s even more adorable than I remembered. It was then that I realized that my crush on him hadn’t gone away even in the least bit.

“I… well I mean, I figured I should give to the cause somehow. So uhh, here I am!”

“Well now that you’re here…” Emmet paused to hold his hand out. “Welcome aboard!”

I hesitated for a moment or two, because goddamn his face was way too adorable for his own good, before taking his outstretched hand and shaking it. I had to resist the urge to kiss his hand instead. “Thanks. I-it’s great to see you again, Emmet.”

“Good to see you too, Light!” My heart fluttered as he smiled that adorable smile of his, but his smile quickly turned into a look of mild confusion. “Wait a minute, is it just me, or did you get taller?”

“Uhh, maybe?” I aimlessly looked upward as if I were attempting to see the top of my own head. I was always on the tall side, and, indeed, I was even a little taller than Emmet. He giggled at my response to the question.

“Alright, well, thanks for helping us out,” Wyldstyle continued, “but where are you going to live?”

“Oh, I just figured I’d build myself a little apartment somewhere, no big deal.”

“Oh, are you a Master Builder now??” Emmet eagerly inquired.

“Actually, no, not yet,” I admitted. “But! I’m still working on it, and I’m not too terrible at building residencies, so all I need to do is find a plot to build on and some bricks to build with and I’m good to go!”

“Good luck with that,” Wyldstyle deadpanned. “Competition is fierce around here. But I admire your enthusiasm anyway.” She patted my shoulder. “Come on Emmet, we’ve got stuff to take care of.”

“Alright, I’m coming!” Emmet jovially responded as he started to follow her. “Take care, Light!” he shouted from over his shoulder. “Hey, we should get coffee together sometime!”

“Y-yeah!” I sputtered, barely waving my hand before he turned back around to face Wyldstyle. As the pair walked off, I noticed just how… happy they looked together. Emmet was bouncing happily alongside Wyldstyle, and she had a genuine smile on her face as he mindlessly chattered with her (or so he appeared to be from where I was). He even excitedly grabbed her hand… oh no.

I shook my head. Why am I so upset about the possibility that they’re dating? I haven’t even seen the guy in two years, and Wyld is my best friend. Am I really gonna let a dumb crush get in the way…?

I sighed, making my way into the remaining ruins of the once great city. Well, I was here now, may as well tough out whatever comes at me.

#my writing #self ship #the lego movie #self shipping #the lego movie 2 #self shipping community #emmet brickowski #wyldstyle #apocalypseburg #f/o: Emmet #pf/o: Wyldstyle #everything is awesome with you #Pieces of Us

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bowieandqueen11 · 6 years ago

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Hi! Could I have a Queen ship!!❤️ My name is Claire and I have blue eyes and a pretty nice body (that sounded cocky lol). I’m an Aquarius and a total ambivert. People have described me as funny, smart, independent, determined, and easy to talk to. I can be argumentative and keep to myself but I care a lot about people’s feelings. I love watching movies, fashion/shopping, traveling, photography, and just having a good time. Thanks and keep up the good work!!❤️

Heya @peachytheseus love thank you!!

I ship you with: Roger Taylor!

Roger’s hands wrap around your waist, his breath warm against your ear as it puffs out in thin streams of smoke like blazing comet trails as it shakes slightly, his gloves tight and coarse against your body. As you turn to look at him, the falling snowflakes clouding your bright blue eyes, shining like the swirling evening sky, full of stars and limitless beauty, you laugh as you reach up to push Roger’s bauble hat back up his forehead, his curls soft against your fingertips as he smiles brightly, his boots starting to lift from where they were stuck in the snow. ‘Are you ready, love?’, he asks, a slight tremor in his voice as he gazes around the landscape, the white smothering the crunchy grass in a wide blanket, the emerald trees shaking their leaves lightly against the added weight as the grey clouds puff by like little steam ships. As you nod your head, Roger braces himself by nestling his head further into your neck, tickling the goosebumps on your skin as he lifts his legs into the little red sledge, the high pitched screams that leaves his mouth as the two of you shoot down the hill like a rocket a story that you tell an overjoyed Brian for days.

He would fall so in love with your sense of humour, often gazing at you adoringly on nights out with the boys, his eyes sparkling like the waves of the ocean as sun beans bounce off its surface and into the fluffy clouds as you joke around with Deaky, Freddie having to elbow him softly in the stomach in order to stop him spilling his beer over his lap as he subconsciously leans towards you, your independent nature so refreshing and such a good match for someone who constantly whisks you away on tour to meet new and exciting people in Germany, France, Bulgaria etc, it’s so nice to know that you could handle yourself whilst being such a delight. However, he would find your argumentative side so adorable, knowing it came from a place of love. He would love nothing more than to spend late nights with his arms wrapped around your rippling shoulders, his head muffled into the falling curls of your hair as you sat in his lap, feeling a warmth and belonging he never knew he could feel as you two zip dry one liners to a frustrated Brian as John plucks away at his bass, sitting on the drum riser, a wide grin on his face to know Brian was losing this argument. However, he would understand sometimes that there was something behind your humour, a gentle, nurturing, sensitive side of him emerging, one he only allows you to see when you’re both at home. After a long hard day, if he understood your humour was being thrown at him to hide your growing insecurities from the day, he would brew you a hot cup of tea before running both of you a steaming bath, carrying you bridle style into the bubbling, soapy water as he spends the rest of the night, dim rays falling onto the goosebumps of his skin as the sun begins to set, sometimes placing his laptop on the sink counter so you two could snuggle in the water and watch a movie, placing peppering, hot kisses onto your skin.

His heart would swell open when he finds out how much you love fashion often sitting next to Brian, knees tapping together with excitement as you and Freddie strut around the tour bus, raising his Polaroid camera and taking pics of your flamboyant outfits for your scrapbooks, each picture punctuated by a ‘beautiful’ or ‘gorgeous!’ Brian throws Roger knowing looks, winking over at John as Roger giggles in his seat like an excited schoolgirl, getting up too readily to dance as you reach down and grab his hand, arms coming up to wrap tightly around your shoulders, pulling you as tight to his chest as humanly possible as his breath brushes over the curve of your neck as he nestles down into you, making you shiver slightly.

He would love nothing more than to travel with you to beautiful places, the two of you giggling together like naughty schoolchildren as you sit together on the plane, gazing over the auburn light that swirls through the glittering clouds as if someone had flicked paint over the horizon. He would fall even more in love with you, which he didn’t think was possible as the two of you sat in a little local cafe, his feet kicking intimately against yours underneath the twirling metal table as the smell of fresh coffee beans and hot croissants waft into his nose and he fills with bliss. His hand reaches out, his thumb resting against your palm comfortably as he hums contently, flowers surrounding the two of you, kissing up to the sky as the unforgiving sun beats down around you two and surrounds you in a soft halo as his slender frame bends over the table to place a warm and wet kiss against your cherry lips, his smile growing as the two of you break apart and just spend the afternoon revelling in each other’s presence.

#queen #queen band #queen imagine #queen ship #roger taylor #roger taylor imagine #roger taylor ship #roger taylor x ship #roger taylor fluff #borhap #borhap fanfic #borhap ship #bohrap #bohrap fanfic #bohrap ship #brian may #john deacon #freddie mercury #ben hardy

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mrs-hollandstan · 6 years ago

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Undercover {2} || Undercover Cop!Reader x Mobster!Bucky

Warnings: more alcohol consumption, language, talk of past domestic abuse, talk of religion, lil bit of violence, kidnapping?? (already in the last chapter), verbal fighting

Word Count: 3,745

Author’s Note: Here’s part two loves. I also left this part open for a next and I might have smut in the next one or the one after?? Idk, I’ll see where it takes me. Leave me feedback!

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Bucky was very familiar with the story of Adam and Eve. Despite being violent by nature, he still referred back to his Catholic upbringing brought upon him by his mother after his father left the family. He and his sisters dressed in worn clothes that were handed down, and some of the people of upper Brooklyn crinkled their noses at, attended church every Sunday with their God fearing mother who prayed every Sunday morning that her son wouldn't end up like his father. She prayed every day and every night that her son would be nothing like his abusive, alcoholic father and if he ever were a father he'd the complete opposite. And he proved her wrong. She didn't see the business he was starting. She was gone long before he began the criminal career of head mobster of New York. He wasn't an alcoholic and he killed men that hit their women or kids. He kept a Bible in his office but it hadn't been opened in years. The small black Bible with crumpled, yellowing pages had belonged to his mother. He'd been thunked upside the head with it a few times when he'd said something stupid, but it brought memories back that often reminded him to go to a confessional every once in a while. And the father at the local church was always waiting patiently, every other Sunday or so for Bucky to come in and confess to all the crime he committed. The story of Adam and Eve was one of the stories Bucky was most familiar with. He saw himself as Eve in the situation of you and him. He knew what he wanted with you was forbidden but he was tempted and if he could, he would eat the forbidden fruit. Hell, he was even willing to face the consequences. The way he saw it, half of your precinct was crooked anyways. It's not like he'd get arrested waltzing in to see his girl. Half of the men would even welcome him like a long lost relative showing back up at Christmas. But he wouldn't show you that. Even if you already knew.

He sat fuming in his corner of the bar the night after you'd shared a cold shower, awaiting your arrival expectantly. But you didn't show. Instead you ordered takeout, watching the clock tick by and wondering if he'd show his face in your building again. Your heart skipped excitedly when the delivery man knocked, leaving you wondering if it was Bucky. But much to your dismay it was a tall blonde with similar blue eyes that you wished were someone else's. Bucky questioned going out to find you. Force you back to the bar and take the snake off his hands. But you never arrived and he was a little saddened. And you, the same when you rolled into bed that night with no butterflies fluttering in your belly from the mobster kissing you or growling in your ear, showing how pissed off he was at your actions.

The following day and evening was slow, your feet kicked up on your desk waiting for more phone calls staring at the same dingy wall and twiddling a pen between your fingers. Each time you sighed, your so-called partner, Agent Davis, smiled to himself, flipping through old unsolved cases and doing paperwork,

"You should go out. Just patrol. See if ya catch any robbery suspects or a hopeless dame wrestling her purse from some criminal. Ya got too much time on your hands." Twirling the pen, you shook your head and reached across the joined desks to snag a dusty manila folder from the thick stack,

"Nah... I'm goin out later. I'm gonna bring someone in tonight." Cocking his head, red hair fell in Davis's curious eyes,

"Is this still about Barnes? You better watch yourself. He shows up here and you could end up dead. Half these fuckin cops got a thing with him and if you deliver him in cuffs you better draw a line for them to cut across your neck."

"You think I don't know that? I'm not stupid. And no, it's not Barnes. He's actually... helping me... unfortunately." Dropping his own pen against the desk as if he'd been shocked, Davis leaned in, the crisp, light blue button up he had on stretching tightly around his biceps,

"Seriously? What happened to you staying neutral Y/L/N? You told me you wouldn't get involved and now here you are shacking up with the head kingpin of New York." Tsking, you shook your head,

"Not that it's any of your business Davis, but I told you that to shut you up. It seems like every word that comes out of your mouth is you spouting some bullshit about what's in my best interest. News flash, I'm a big girl, I can handle myself. Being a cop isn't a cake walk, I earned my way in and I sure as hell can handle the responsibility that comes with it without you breathing down my neck every five minutes." He frowned disapprovingly, leaning back in his chair, the creak of it ricocheting off the walls. He studied you through narrow eyes, watching the tendrils of hair not tucked in the braid resting neatly at your back bob as you looked through the suspects in an old, tattered manila folder that had seen many a fugitives in its day,

"What did you do?" Your eyes found his again, quickly looking back down at the date of birth of one Adrian Gonzales, a convicted armed robbery suspect put behind bars for six months until a more cement sentencing was drawn out in the few short months arriving. The year 1988 flashed in your brain as you collected words for Davis in the forefront of your mind. And then it spilled,

"I let him kiss me."

"You what?" He whisper yelled like an excited schoolgirl who just found out who her best friend's crush is at a sleepover. You looked up again, his eyes sparkling in wonder, now resembling that same schoolgirl but older, wondering when her best friend became such a badass. His general reaction had you cracking a smile through the stoic façade. You nodded, biting your lip,

"He brought Stark to my apartment. He was just sitting in the dark and scared the piss out of me. But he uhh... he's handsome and he just... without words asked to kiss me and I let him." You reply quickly with a shrug, your finger tracing over the red stamp in Gonzales's file that in the moment you couldn't read. Your brain was fogged with how bad of an idea the situation of Barnes was. Davis was growing excited at not only the opportunity for you to finally get some, but at the sheer audacity of you to want to take on such a wide load with a convicted felon in your bed if it ended well.

"What. A. Rebel." He speaks slowly and when you look up again, his eyes are trained on the wall behind you, his eyes flashing, deep in thought,

"So what flowers do you want in your bouquet?" You giggled together, Davis shielding himself when you chucked a paperclip his way,

"Shut up. Don't assume it's going that far. It was just a kiss."

"Yeah but you read him. He didn't even have to ASK to kiss you and you gave him permission. That's soulmate material. I expect it to at least get to third base." With a sarcastic roll of his eyes, he smiles, resting his chin on his hand,

"Its not that serious. It was one kiss, a spur of the moment thing. No more." He clicked his tongue,

"Right, just make sure that you name one of your boys after me when you get one."

"Shut up!" He chuckled, leaning back in his chair,

"Y/N Barnes. Got a nice ring to it darlin. I like you two together. I feel like he's like the devil and you're an angel and he's gonna corrupt you. It's kinda hot... like... write a book after you guys get together." Rolling your eyes,

"Anyways... moving on swiftly, I want you to help me pick out my outfit. Red dress?" You turn your phone, showing him the mirror selfie of yourself in a short, low cut red dress that dared to impress, "or leather pants and a tank?" You swiped to the next photo, similar in taste but black leather jeans and a fitted black tank top, both of which clung to your curves. Davis's eyebrows raised,

"Uhh... I-I don't know. They're both daring and bold and will definitely capture attention but are you trying to scream sexy or business?" Thinking on your answer, you shrugged,

"I'm not really sure." You muttered. He sighed,

"I'd say red dress. You look good." You nod, looking yourself over in your awkward selfies. At ten in the morning, just before your shift you were trying on outfits for him. He'd never know that but you felt ashamed. You pulled out every piece of clothing you think he'd like and by the looks of it, you'd fit right in to the Barnes Mob family. Sitting in his lap just like he imagined playing with his hair and kissing his neck while he negotiated an arms deal. Despite the hard shell, Bucky was desperate for every grain of your attention. He wasn't used to not getting what he wanted and now here you are telling him no. Watching you daydream, Davis smiles,

"My God you're in love."

"I am not and don't you repeat that. It's a job and I intend to get it done. Even if I have to seduce him a little bit."

"You know he'd be impressed by you in fucking sweats but here you are going all out with a fucking red dress and some high heels. There's no need for seduction, you're a stunner babe." Rolling your eyes, you lean back in your chair again, wondering how Bucky would take to you skipping into his club after telling him you'd be in the night before. No doubt about it, he'd be pissed seeing you strut in like nothing happened. But what you'd done was over, you'd have to face the consequences with a high head and pray it didn't bite you.

Around nine that same night you dressed in the little red dress, sliding a pair of black pumps on to go with it. The bright lights outside Bucky's club made you realize how deep in you were. The bouncer knew your name instantly, your nerves skyrocketing, a hand on your lower back from the tall blonde as you entered the already crowded club privately as if you were a queen. The smell of sweat and alcohol was strong and through the crowd, you could see Bucky, his eyes wandering the misty, dark club. When his scanning eyes rested on your figure stood in the doorway, you swore he clenched his jaw in anger, his grip tightening on his typical tumbler. Downing the rest of the alcohol in it without looking away, he stood, brushing his suit jacket off and storming up the stairs to his office. Pushing through the crowd, you paused at the base of the steep steps, composing yourself before heading up. The clack of your heels on the wood announced your presence, Bucky's fists tensing in his pockets, his jaw clenching as his anger boiled over on the stove of his belly. Trudging up to the open velvet door, the stale cigar smell hit you in the face like it did the night before last, somewhat comforting you in the heated moment. Enveloped in the scent and the new warmth his office brought, you sucked in a deep breath through your nose, exhaling slowly and looking him over. Hues of red and blue danced across his pale face, shadowed as he clenched his jaw again and again, his hands tucked in his pockets and his jacket discarded across the back of the desk's single chair. He stared down at the bar-goes through the single octagonal window,

"Close the door." He spoke lowly, not flinching as you complied, closing the creaky door tight behind you. Standing frozen to your place in the doorway, the air between the two of you was suffocatingly thick. He cleared his throat, his eyes traveling up to the ceiling,

"This is a fucking game to you isn't it?" When you didn't respond, his eyes found yours, his anger strengthening at the shy look in your own,

"Don't go shy on me now baby. You're the one that played me remember." He spat through gritted teeth.

"I didn't play you. I was acting the same as you did. You kick me outta here and tell me that we'll be in touch and you expect me to just sit here and play your little bitch. Expect me to come running every time you call?"

"So where were you last night then huh? I had my arch fucking nemesis sitting in my office all fucking night, waiting for your ass to make an appearance, and I could've turned him loose but no, I held him waiting for you to show and you didn't." Crossing his arms and turning his body towards you, he cocks his head like a child waiting for his question to be answered by a parent, his feet set at a wide, domineering stance that you wanted to laugh at if you were completely honest. Looking down at the dress clinging to your every curve, your lips twitch up,

"I was at home... what are you gonna do Mr. Barnes... punish me?" The shock written across his face is a mixture of comical and terrifying. Either way you've just crossed a line and there's no coming back. He growls before he storms forward, bracing you against the door behind you, his body pressed against yours. With his arms above your head, he growls again, shaking the door,

"Is this a fucking game to you sweetheart? You think you're special or somethin?" Staring up into his stormy blue eyes you can see the battle he's in with himself. He wants you. He wants you just as much as you want him. But his business and your job both stand in the way. Diving in for it, your lips meet his rather harshly. He stumbles back holding your body to his as you thread your fingers through his hair. Turning you both, he slams you into one of the dark walls, holding your wrists in his hands again, jamming a knee between your thighs, his face darker than before,

"You don't get what you want. You don't get to fucking stand me up and waltz in here and say you're not my bitch and then act like you're gonna get somethin outta me." His jaw clenches yet again and you can't help but feel a little overpowered,

"What do you want from me Barnes? You want me to drop to my knees and beg you to forgive me? You want me to come in here every night and make you happy?"

"I WANT YOU TO STOP ACTING LIKE A CHILD!" He snarls in your face pulling you back only to slam you against the wall like he did that first night. You squeak involuntarily, your wrists pressed so hard into the wall that now you're convinced they'll break. You whine in pain, twisting them in an attempt to get them free, your eyes still locked in his,

"Bucky you're hurting me." The pain in your voice has him pressing harder, a cry falling from your lips. With hair covering your face as you bow your head, another cry leaves you and you raise your head, tears already streaming down your cheeks,

"Bucky please you're gonna break my arms." The quiet voice breaks through his rage, the sight before him something he saw far too often during his childhood. The tear tracks down your cheeks has him reeling back, your body slumping against the wall as he stares down at you. Memories of his terrified and maltreated mother finding her children cowering in a dark corner together flash in the forefront of his mind and he realizes then that he's made a mistake. He swore to not only his mother but his sisters, himself even that he'd never be that man. He swore he'd never hurt a woman but here you are rubbing your wrists. And it's not like the other night when he had your arms braced behind you. You weren't in pain then, just petrified of being manhandled. Reaching up, Bucky watched you wipe tears away, collecting yourself just enough and looking up at him,

"Where's Stark?" His tongue was caught in his throat,

"Doll I-"

"No! Where is Stark Mr. Barnes? I have other places to be." He didn't think his heart could break at the sound of your voice cracking and your eyes now cold and slowly drawing the shield he'd had knocked down back up. He swallowed, jutting his thumb over his shoulder,

"Basement. I'll show ya." Sadly leading you down the stairs and into the back room, down into the basement, he rounded a corner, gesturing to a passed out Stark tied to a chair. Keeping the zipties around his wrist, Bucky hoisted him up, staring down at your face as you looked him over. You avoided Bucky's eyes, holding your hand up when he opened his mouth,

"Don't. Just... go back to doing what you were doing. I'll leave you alone and you can just go about your side of the deal. No more death, no more bodies. Stark is behind bars and that's what we had an agreement on, nothing more." Taking Stark's arm in your hand, Bucky jumps in front of you as you start towards the door,

"Doll don't do this."

"I'm not your girlfriend! You don't own me and I'm a cop. This isn't going to work in any way and now that you've hurt me I can't." His heart breaks as you avoid his eyes still, tears filling them. He remembers in that moment what his mother looked like. He remembered how tired she looked. He remembered how exhausted and hurt she looked. He remembered the bruises and the busted lips that he always thought was her trying to make a stand but it was just when her overall appearance annoyed him. And now you're reflecting that same thing. And Bucky is the reason. His heart pounds when you look up at him,

"I'm... I'm sorry darlin." He speaks so low you almost don't hear him over the music upstairs. For once you can see the tough exterior he's built, crumbling. You can see the pain in his features and you know its personal but you refuse to touch on it. He steps forward, his shoes clacking along the thick cement, his hand coming up to rest at the back of your neck. Holding you in place, he leans in slowly, kissing your forehead, his lips lingering against your skin longer than they should. Stepping back he waves you up the stairs, following you, the mood between the two of you having gone from angry to sad. You could feel how much passion the both of you had put into such a brief relationship. You knew you were wrong walking into Bucky's bar. He knew he was wrong expecting the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen to lay her life down, kick her career aside and be his so easily. You both knew what you were getting into and you avoided the red flags. And now here you were, walking out of Bucky's bar and he wasn't sure he'd ever see you again. He followed you out into the cool night, watching you shove Stark into the back of your car, his arms still bound behind him. Bucky stood straight, staring up at the bright lights outside his club wondering if the life of scars, the life of crime and deceit was worth losing something so valuable like a life with you,

"Do you uhh... do you want me to come down to the station with you? Make sure he doesn't try an pull a fast one on ya?" You shake your head, looking him over from his feet to the top of his head. He was sharp. Suit and tie, polished shoes, soft, long hair cascading down his shoulders. When they say eyes are the windows to the soul, they really mean it, and Bucky's were scarred with the years of pain, but staring up into them, you could see the turmoil he was putting himself through over his actions within the past ten minutes. He'd hurt you and if he could go back he'd have done so many things different. He would have never laid a finger on you. He would've never gotten so angry. He would've never done any of it. He nodded, tucking his hands in his pockets again and looking at his feet, trying to hide all his raw emotion from you,

"Guess I'll uhh... I'll see ya around then." You nod, looking down at his shoes, your heart pounding as you realize that this is it.

"Yeah, I'll see ya. Don't make me come down here again." You don't see it, but he smiles in the dark. When you look up, he finds your eyes hauntingly cold. The you he fell in love with is gone. Her shell stands before him. The vessel of the warm soul is standing before him, closing him off and for once he fears it. He wants to grab you and hold your body to his, make that soul come back. He wants the spunk and the attitude, he wants you to do your worse. But instead he watches you walk away. He watches you climb in your car and start it, the emission from your tailpipe billowing up into the air. He watches you drive away from him, leaving him standing on the curb, hating himself. He promised his family he wouldn't become his father and now he was standing in overcast Brooklyn, watching you drive away after he hurt you. He deserved it. Bucky was familiar with the story of Adam and Eve and his consequence for eating the forbidden fruit was losing you.

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Fraser Memorial | Ch. 7 “The Stables”

Thank you so much @sassenachwaffles for being my beta for this chapter!

Present Day

“I’m bloody huge!” I groaned from the couch.

My belly was so big now that when I laid down, I couldn’t see a damn thing past it. But I could see little nudges and kicks from inside, our two wee babies waiting to come out and join us in the world.

“Yer no huge, Sassenach,” Jamie kissed me on the forehead briefly before setting a bowl of popcorn on my protruding bump. “There’s just more of ye to love.”

I grabbed a handful of popcorn and threw it at him, “Oh would you sod off, James Fraser!”

Jamie laughed and dodged the flying food, then lifted up my feet so he could sit down on the couch. Once comfortably positioned, he pressed play on the show we had just found called, Outlander, and reached for the popcorn on my stomach. Oddly enough, the characters on the show had the same names as us, and I couldn’t help but laugh every time the character “Claire” yelled out “Jamie!”

“Do you think these two will end up happy like us, Sassenach?” Jamie grinned, almost laughing at the use of my nickname since it was also said in the show.

“I hope so!” I smiled, “Their wedding was HOT! So they better end up happy!” I fanned myself with my hand.

“Did ye think we would end up like this?” Jamie took one of my feet in his hands and started rubbing the sole with strong fingers.

I took another bite of popcorn, thinking about the last few years. “I did. Not always, of course. But when I first met you, I knew.”

“Aye, I knew it too,” his fingers pressed into the arch of my foot and I couldn’t help but moan. “And when I brought ye home to meet my family, I was sold on ye, mo nighean donn. That was when I decided I wanted to propose, did ye ken that?”

“I didn’t know that,” My cheeks flushed red despite having been married to him for more than two years. Whenever Jamie looked at me like he was now, I felt like a schoolgirl with a crush, always giggling and blushing. “But I kind of suspected it was around then because only one month later, you bloody proposed!”

Jamie laughed, leaning his head back on the couch, “Sassenach, I was scared to lose ye! I ken it had only been four months of us even knowin’ each other, but ye said ‘yes’ after all,” he smirked, now rubbing his hands over my calves.

“I did say ‘yes’, and I wouldn’t change my answer for the world. Although I’ll never forget the looks on your parents faces when we told them we were engaged!” I laughed, remembering the smile on Brian’s face that equally matched his wife’s, a twinkle in both their eyes that told me they knew that this was bound to happen all along.

January 2016

Jamie had brought me to Lallybroch for the holidays, and it was the perfect place to be — surrounded by a family that took me in as one of their own. Since the death of my parents and the more recent passing of my Uncle Lamb, Christmas had stopped being full of magic and joy.

The Frasers celebrated early on Christmas morning, and it couldn’t be helped because young Jamie made sure that everyone woke on time for presents. I had been nervous to give his family presents since I had only just met them a little more than a month ago, so Jamie and I picked out presents together and gave them.

While Christmas Day had been incredible on its own, with a late afternoon snowball fight and sipping hot chocolate around the fire in the night, the really memorable day was last night — Hogmanay.

It was New Year’s Eve, but with a Scottish flare, and I discovered very quickly just how much liquor a scotsman could take.

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“Jamie,” I laughed, my cheeks flushed from spinning in circles with him on the dance floor, “Can you get me another drink?”

He kissed me on the mouth, tasting of whisky, and left to grab us more drinks. The living room at Lallybroch had been cleared of its furniture to make space for dancing and socializing. The table to the side was covered with all kinds of cheeses, meats and desserts. I had spent the first thirty minutes of the party perusing the table, stuffing my face and belly.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned, expecting it to be Jamie but it was his father, Brian. “Claire, may I have the next dance?”

Smiling, I took his proffered hand, “Sure, I would love to.”

Thankfully the next song didn’t require much spinning and twirling, just a medium tempo that was light on the feet. Brian took my hand in his, sliding his other one around to rest on my back and we started to dance.

“I havena known ye long, Claire,” Brian said, “But I ken ye’ve a good heart from the way ye treat my son.”

I couldn’t help the blush that creeped on my cheeks, “Your son is not very hard to love.”

“Aye, that’s true, but he’s very easy to hate,” he laughed and his gaze drifted over to Jamie who was talking with his mother, “The most stubborn bairn.”

“I don’t think I could ever hate him,” I said, following Brian’s line of sight.

“That’s good then, love and hate canna exists in a marriage, Claire.” Brian then looked at me, his eyebrows raised.

“Oh it’s too soon to even think about marriage!” I laughed, but in the pit of my stomach, I felt butterflies at the thought.

“I ken my son has been thinkin’ about it, probably since the first time he laid eyes on ye, lass. I’ve never seen him like this — so happy, and free.” Brian said wistfully. “He closed himself off as a young lad after his brother died, William… ye’ll ken about him, I’m sure?”

I nodded, “Yes. Jamie told me all about him.” I hesitated, not wanting to overstep my bounds with the head of my hospital. “It was a wonderful thing you did — naming the hospital after him.”

Brian looked down at me with a gentle smile and tears in his eyes at the thought of his first son, “Thank ye, Claire.”

The song ended and he led me back over to Jamie who had been waiting with our drinks.

“Sassenach!” Jamie smiled, kissing me deeply and wrapping his arm around my waist. “Here’s yer drink, now come wi’ me.”

Jamie tugged on my empty hand, and I laughed as he zig-zagged his way through the dancing crowd, careful not to spill my drink. When we stepped outside, I felt a chill run down my spine and shivered from the frosty weather.

“Where are we going?”

“The stables,” Jamie smirked, only tugging on my hand harder to follow him.

He led us into a decent sized barn that was just a little ways off the property. Thankfully it was wired with electricity and so it wasn’t pitch black when we stepped inside, but it was still quite cold.

Jamie brought my hand he was holding up to his mouth and kissed each knuckle, and started laughing. “Are you drunk, Jamie Fraser?”

He laughed some more, squeezing my hand and holding it tight to his chest. “Nah, a Scotsman is never drunk, Sassenach, if he can stand on his own two feet.”

Jamie pulled me to him, wrapping both arms around me and I looked up at him, trapped between his strong arms. “You’re barely standing, any minute I suspect you’ll fall over and take me with you!”

“Aye, if that means ye’ll be on top of me, Sassenach, then I’ll gladly admit I’m drunk,” Jamie smirked, bent his head and licked the tip of my nose. I pressed my fingers across his lips, feeling the warmth spread to them as he breathed. Slowly, too slowly, Jamie opened his mouth, swiping his tongue across my finger before taking it into his mouth. I moaned as he sucked on it, swirling his tongue around the digit.

If he truly was as drunk as I thought he was, then he wouldn’t be able to stand up much longer — and if he kept sucking on my finger like this, neither would I. Unconcerned by his inebriation, Jamie moved forward and I felt my back press up against the stable door.

“Ye look so bonny, mo cridhe, wi’ yer cheeks red as roses,” Jamie smiled before leaning down to kiss me. I pressed my hips urgently against him, and met his desperate need to touch. My body shivered once again as Jamie slid his hand down the front of my pants, cupping me with the warmth of him. “So wet, Sassenach.”

I was panting now, trying to stand on my own two feet, “I always am… for you.” Jamie’s mouth was on my neck then, while his other hand pushed aside my mass of curls so he could easily suck on the skin, feeling my pulse beneath his tongue. My body convulsed as he pushed aside my panties and pressed his finger against my slit. It wasn’t enough just to have his fingers touching me, I needed more.

“Jamie,” I moaned, pressing my head back against the door. “Jamie, I need you inside me.”

His mouth came off my neck with a ‘pop’, laughing to himself at the sound and then his eyes grew dark and my hips bucked involuntarily at his gaze. Jamie pulled his hand out of my jeans and panties, only to tug them hurriedly down my legs. I stepped out of them and it was then and there that I said a prayer that he had decided to wear his kilt for the holiday.

“I must have ye now, or die,” he whispered and then crushed his mouth against mine. I felt a flurry of material as it brushed across my thighs and then landed at my feet and then gasped as he pushed his cock inside of me, pinning me to the door.

“Oh God!” I cried out as he lifted one leg off the ground and rolled his hips against mine. Jamie was relentless, and with every thrust, I felt my backside hit the door behind me but I felt no pain, only relief.

One of his large, calloused hands was on my breasts, squeezing and tugging at my nipple over my shirt. Then he slid that hand to my neck and pressed it to look down at our joining, “Look, mo nighean.” He panted and leaned his forehead against mine as he stared down, his cock sliding in and out of me, “Watch while I take ye.”

At his words, I began to shake, trembling with the power he was exerting. My back arched and it took all my effort to keep my head down and watch as he pushed forward. As his own body began to tremble, he pressed his face into the crook of my neck, snaking his tongue out to taste the faint salty perspiration that had gathered there.

“Christ,” he sighed a moment later, his hand cupping my cheek, our bodies still joined. “I’ll surely die from lovin’ ye so.”

It was my turn to laugh and I placed my hand at the nape of his neck, “Don’t die on me now, Jamie. There are so many things I want to do to you.” It was possible that I, too, was also quite drunk.

Jamie reluctantly pulled out of me, bent to gather his plaid and walked us over to an empty stable, lightly covered with hay. He put out his plaid, and together we laid on it, arms wrapped tightly around the other. It could have been hours that we simply lay there, listening to the gentle snores and snuffs of the horses nearby.

I turned on my side and set my chin on top of Jamie’s broad chest. “Did you plan on bringing me here all along? Having your way with me in the stables amongst the wild animals?”

Jamie smiled, chuckling lightly, “Aye, I did. I had somethin’ else in mind, but when ye looked like that…” he moaned, “I had to have ye.”

“Well what did you have in mind if it wasn’t… that.” I blushed and bit my lip.

Jamie’s hand tapped my back and I sat up, only now aware that I was naked from the waist down, but there was no point in covering up now. He rolled to the side and grabbed something beside a small barrel that was sitting in the corner of the stable.

My breath caught in my throat when he turned back and I saw that he was holding a small box. “Claire,” he smiled as he came to kneel in front of me. I thought it quite hilarious that as I looked down at the small box, I also had a clear view of his cock between his thighs, but brushed that though aside and focused on him.

“I ken it’s maybe too soon, but marrying ye has been the only thing on my mind since the first day I met ye, mo cridhe.” Jamie opened the box, revealing a silver band that looked like it’d been fashioned from a key. “It was my mother’s, ye ken. My father made it for her when they we’re dating.”

“Sorcha,” Jamie looked at me, “I canna imagine livin’ a day without ye. I canna breathe when I’m no wi’ ye and I want to protect and love ye for the rest of our days.” He took the ring out of the small box, setting that on the ground and took my left hand in his, ring poised near my finger.

“Will you marry me, Claire?”

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heavenlydreamerblog · 6 years ago

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In Too Deep

Chapter 7

The din of the coffee shop faded into the background as I looked at the smile spreading across Shannon’s face. “Lexy! What the hell! I can’t believe we’ve met after all this time.” He moved his chair around to my table so he was facing me. Our knees were touching and he reached out to take my hand. “How are you?” he asked, his eyes searching mine for an answer.

Despite everything that happened between me and Jared last night - and the heavy workload – I couldn’t, much as I tried, hide my delight at seeing Shannon. I squeezed his hand and smiled, remembering our short time together, curled up on the flight to LA.

“Words are failing me for once,” I laughed, taking my hand from his and smoothing away a strand of hair that had fallen across his face. “I’ve been thinking about you... but ....I never thought we’d meet up again. I can’t believe we’re sat here together,” I said, desperately trying not to sound like a love sick schoolgirl.

“Well, we are here, so how about lunch? I’m paying, so don’t argue,” he said, gently sqeezing my thigh before looking at my table covered with paperwork and my laptop. I held my hands up in despair. I hoped this didn’t remind him of my holdall stuffed with rubbish on the plane.

I looked at him, gesturing at my makeshift office spilling over two tables.

“Shannon ...I desperately need food but I’m in the middle of a job that has a ridiculous deadline. I’ve barely got a moment to spare,” I said, pointing at the piles of paper littering the table. “If I don’t hit my self-imposed daily targets I’ll have my ass kicked by my boss and my client.”

He could probably see and feel the stress radiating from my body. I know I could definitely feel it, especially meeting him so suddenly like this.”Can we meet up in a few days or something, when I’ve had time to catch up on the workload?” What I really wanted to say was: Yes let’s go and have lunch, then dinner and ......” But I knew time was precious and that I hadn’t answered Jared’s last text.

“In that case it’s compromise time Lexy.” He closed my laptop, but I stopped him as he made to gather the paperwork. “No, please don’t touch that Shannon,” I begged. “I’ve been sworn to secrecy over this job.” I pulled the papers together into a pile and placed them inside my bag.

“But just out of curiosity, what is the compromise?” I laughed, as he grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet.

“We get some take-out from Whole Foods around the corner and I’ll drive us back to my place. I’ve got a quiet office in my house where you can work after we eat. How about it?” The look on his face and in his eyes told me there was no backing out. The decision was made for me.

“OK Shannon ... but my part of that compromise is that you sit down for five minutes and order yourself a coffee, while I make a couple of phone calls and send a message. Done deal?” I asked, picking up my phone. “I’ll be outside if you need me.”

I keyed in Carrie’s number. “Carrie? Are you in the office?” Silly question because from the noise in the background she was anywhere other than in the office.

“Lexy hun, I’m having lunch with a client downtown. Can you call me back later darling?

“OK, but just so you know, I’m not in the office either. I’m out and about working on Jared’s party, so can we catch up tomorrow?”

“Yes, yes. Speak later.” She hung up on me and I wasn’t sure how much of the little that I’d said, she’d actually taken in.

I sighed and called Jess in the office. Maybe I’d have more sense there. “Lexy! How’s it going?” Jess picked up on first ring. “Where are you?”

“Jess, I’ve just spoken to Carrie but I’m not too sure she was paying much attention. I’ll be out for the rest of the day, so just remind her if she’s forgotten. Ummmm ....”I hesitated. Should I tell Jess about meeting Shannon. I decided to leave that for later.

“What are you umming about Lex? What’s up? Spill the beans!”

“Nothing important! We’ll speak later when I get home. See ya.” I ended the call before she could ask anymore probing questions.

One more job ... to reply to Jared’s text.

Lexy: Jared. I needed to think before replying to your last text. I’ll never forget last night. I mean never. But we must keep this professional. I hope I haven’t hurt your feelings x

I palmed my phone into my pocket and went back inside, the warmth of the cafe easing away the shivers from standing on the sidewalk, talking and texting.

“OK, I’m done.” I leaned over his shoulder, nudging him to get up and settle the bill. He pulled on his Raybans before we left and wrapped a scarf around his neck, hiding those tattoos. Again, I noticed that familiar triangle on his neck – similar to those on Jared’s arms. I’d have to remember to ask him about it some time.

We walked two blocks down to Whole Foods, chatting, catching up and stocked up on lunch, before driving back to his house. “Let me take those bags,” Shannon said, handing me the keys to unlock the door.

“Where shall I go? You’ll have to guide me.” The house was beautiful. Cool, white walls. Mediterranean tiled floors and a very relaxed vibe. “Follow me,” he said, heading down a hall lined with black and white photographs.

“Your house is beautiful,” I smiled, watching him grab plates and unpack the food. “Let me help.” I moved alongside him, giggling as he struggled to open a tub of hummus. “Give it to me. Look, remove the tab and it opens as if by magic!” I tickled his ribs, knowing he’d squirm.

And he did ... but lightning quick, he scooped me into his arms and lifted me on to the kitchen table. Our heads were touching, my legs straddled either side of his hips, as we breathed in and savoured this moment.

I felt his arms wrap around me and pull my body in closer, my head resting on his shoulder while my lips brushed across his neck. “Lexy?” I felt his arm pull away from my back and his hand cup my chin until our eyes met. “I wish we hadn’t parted like we did. I don’t know how to make you understand how difficult it is to balance my jobs and have a stable, normal relationship.” His eyes looked down, away from me, holding back whatever emotions were fighting to be heard.

“So what now?” I had to ask the question. I wasn’t sure if even Shannon knew what he wanted. This time he rested his head against my chest, letting out a sigh. I could feel his body relax as I rubbed my hand down his neck and along the taut muscles of his shoulders. “You don’t have to answer Shan. I’d just like to know why you can’t mix the two.”

We ate in silence after that, every now and then feeding each other pieces of fruit from the bowl, lost in our own worlds. I wasn’t about to push him to open up. He’d have to decide if, or when, the time was right.

“Shan, I’m going to have to get some work done.” I touched his arm, bringing him out of his trance. “Take me to your office and let me crack on with everything I need to get done.”

“I’m sorry I’ve been quiet Lexy.” He moved closer, pulling me into his arms, so close I could hear the rhythm of his heart beating against his chest. His hand slid under my T-shirt, letting his fingers trace the curve of my spine. A shiver raced from my core, taking me by surprise. “You OK babe?” Shannon pulled me in closer again.

“I’m fine,” I mumbled. “But I have to get back to work, wonderful as this moment is.” I pulled away, then placed a tender kiss on his cheek. “Your office ... or my boss will kill me!”

The words had the desired effect of breaking the increasing tension between us and getting me back to my party planning. Shannon laughed and dragged me to my feet. “OK. Let’s get you settled upstairs and I’ll clear up down here.”

The office looked over the pool outside and was an oasis of calm. Just what I needed to focus and get my work done. I checked my phone. A message from Jared: Call me!

Shit, shit, shit. I panicked, not knowing what he wanted to discuss. I reached down to my bag and pulled out the mass of papers, checking everything was in order and that I had the answer to every possible question he could throw at me. Once I had familiarised myself with all the quotes and costings, I looked at his number for a few seconds before hitting the green call button. I didn’t realise but I was holding my breath, a knot building in my stomach, recalling how we’d left each other the previous night (or was that early this morning!!!)

“Lexy.” Jared’s voice whispered into my ear, barely audible. “Where are you?”

“I’m working Jared.” I tried to sound professional, not wanting him to hear the fear I felt at making this phone call. “What did you want to speak to me about?” I concentrated on my breathing, aware of a dizziness in my head.

“Did I hurt you last night Lexy?” His words turned the conversation down an avenue I was desperate to avoid. “We have to discuss what happened and be honest with each other.”

I looked at the paperwork spread out across Shannon’s desk, the figures swimming in front of my eyes. “Jared, we’re good OK? I’m not hurt but maybe we just let things go a little further than I expected.”

There was a long pause his end. “... so your body faked that orgasm then?” I could hear a harsh note creep into his voice. “Dammit Lexy, you know last night wasn’t a mistake.”

“I can’t have this conversation Jared,” I whispered. That dizziness was clouding my vision again, sucking the air out of the room and leaving me panicked. Why am I letting him have this hold on me?

“You can come down to our offices and we’ll discuss the party. I just can’t talk about last night. Please understand.” I paused again. Silence from his end. “If this doesn’t work,” I continued, “my colleague Jess can alway take over the planning.”

“No!” The answer flew straight back at me. “Keep me updated ....”

A knock on the door broke the tension. Shannon walked in with a coffee. “You OK?” he questioned, looking at my hand gripping the phone. “I’m fine,” I whispered, gesturing that I was in the middle of a conversation. I mouthed the words My Client and he smiled, backing away and closing the door behind him.

“Who was that? I thought you said you were in the office.” Jared missed nothing.

“I think you’ll find that I said I’m working. I didn’t specify where I was working though. I have to go. I’ll call you.” I hung up, not giving him a chance to reply. I knew that would piss him off, but I had to take some of his control away.

My phone vibrated.

Jared: Don’t ever hang up on me again

Lexy: Jared, calm down. I’ll call

Jared: I won’t forget last night ....

I let this last message lie, not wanting to progress that end of the conversation. I picked up the coffee and closed my eyes, resting my lip on the rim of the mug, letting the aroma calm my jangling nerves.

How the fuck did he expect me to work for him when he was behaving like a complete and utter idiot. I closed my laptop and focused my eyes out of the window and onto the horizon.

“Hey, you OK? You look frazzled.” I hadn’t even heard the door open. Shannon walked over and began massaging my neck. His hand were warm, his fingers kneading away the stress that was building in my aching shoulders. I let my head sink towards my chest, losing myself in the moment.

“I’m OK. Just an impossible client making my life hell. It’ll be fine though.” I surrendered to his touch, feeling his hands work their way from the nape of my neck, through my shoulders and easing down my arms.

“I think I can feel you relaxing babe.” He bent down, his scruff grazing my cheek as he kissed my neck. I raised my head wanting more. I closed my eyes and smiled, feeling his hand caress my breast. He moved around to face me, lifting me so were were facing each other. There was that moment, that tantalising moment, where everything else fades away. We dared each other to break the silence, break eye contact, break away.

But there was no backing down now. “Kiss me,” I whispered. His hands moved to my face, fingers circling my cheeks, eyes hooded. He tilted my face, letting his tongue trace the outline of my lips, before gently parting them and probing deeper, his arms holding me tight. We remained like that for what seemed like an eternity. My hands were threaded loosely around his back, aware of his erection digging into me. At least I realised both our bodies were reacting in the same way.

I felt his hand slide down, easing open my legs and tracing along my panty line. I gasped, feeling a deep ache rocking my body. With everything that had happened, I could feel myself ready to surrender and let Shannon take control. As his fingers moved gently, rubbing against the fabric of my jeans I felt another vibrating sensation against my hip.

“Fuck.” Shannon reached to take his phone out of his pocket. I could hear him groaning. “It’s my pain in the ass little brother. Just let me take this call,” he said pulling me even closer while he hit answer.

“J? What’s up?” He held the phone close to his ear, meaning I could hear very little of the conversation.

“So what are you planning to do?” I was desperate to know what they were talking about.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have walked away then bro. And no, I don’t blame her for hanging up on you!” I smiled listening to them.

“OK. Maybe call around later. Give me some notice though J!” He ended the call,

Shannon turned to me and shrugged: “My brother ......”

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mahalidael · 7 years ago

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Heart Attack #1: It’s Over, Romeo! I Have the High Ground

Content warning: Swearing, injury, brief mentions of sexual content.

What if you could share a body with your soulmate? Sounds like a fun story, but for Kanon and Stephanie, it's reality--a painfully awkward reality, especially because they hate each other and now they have to fight crime.

It all started when I broke Stephanie Lemaire’s wrist in study hall.

When I moved to Kansas, I noticed there were a lot of jocks, a lot of girls, and an overwhelming number of jock girls at my school. At the time, I had no idea why there were so many, I was just afraid to talk to them—and for some reason they liked congregating in Ms. Parker’s classroom.

Security during study hall was lax. A lot of people just wandered around in the hallway convening with friends. I think I was the only person who actually studied, no matter how much the flock of capes distracted me.

I don’t know exactly why they went to Ms. Parker’s room—maybe it was just convenient, but more likely is that people gravitated to Stephanie.

Stephanie had a surprising silhouette for a Kansas girl. She was about fifteen when I met her and her shoulders had already broadened out. She had firm features and a really butch way of dressing—I bet she would have looked like a football player if she cut her Dolly Parton curls, but she didn’t. She was also dumb as a box of hammers.

Never had one girl been blamed for so much. Every time I heard something about her, it was an answer to a question. “Why doesn’t the cafeteria have barbecue sauce packets any more?” “Stephanie was hoarding them.” “Why can’t we use duct tape on school grounds?” “Stephanie taped some kid to the closet door.”

I didn’t actually talk to her that much. Sometimes she would push me out of the way in the locker room, and for a while it was a game for the capes to bop all the short kids over the head in the hallway, but no real talking.

Usually when Stephanie’s meat ocean appeared, I was an easy target. I was fairly small, my hair was just coming in pink at the roots, and I only ever wore sweaters. On top of everything else, I’ve got a heart condition, and periodically turning purple if you over-exert yourself isn’t a recipe for popularity. So most of the time I’d get paper tossed at me, or somebody would make a Super Saiyan joke. Most of the time.

But a little more information, and keep in mind I didn’t know any of this shit at the time, but I heard all of this from Stephanie later on:

The high school capes aren’t an official club, because the school’s not allowed to sanction heroism, but they might as well be. They get together on Sunday afternoons and train their asses off preparing for the day that they too will get to fistfight a clown in a dark alley.

So that’s the set dressing. The conflict is the lacrosse team.

There are two kinds of jock in my high school: lacrosse jock and cape jock. The lacrosse team is mostly supers, so it’s only inevitable that they would feud, and today it had manifested in the form of an arm wrestling tournament in the middle of the room.

I didn’t hear the first part of the conversation, but apparently one of the greasier lacrosse players had challenged one of the capes and now it was just coming together. Winner of the last round got to pick the next challenger, and so it went.

These fights never last, and eventually it was less of a “what sports team is better” contest and more of a “supers are better than capes” contest. It was like Injustice: Gods Among Us but shittier.

I didn’t want to be pulled in, but it was one of those things that were so stupid you just couldn’t look away. The most surprising thing was that Stephanie won three rounds in a row, against three increasingly big lacrosse players. I knew that capes weren’t slouches, but holy shit.

It went downhill when they tied. “We need a tie-breaker,” greasy boy declared.

Stephanie was leaning back in her chair, sweating and red in the face. “I heard you the first time, asslamp; there’s no need to yell. Okay, are there any supers who haven’t gone?” She said, and then took a long drink of the bottle of Gatorade on her desk. I turned away and pretended to cough so it wouldn’t look like I was making eyes at her.

Of course, that act of repressed lesbianism was my undoing. As if cued, everyone simultaneously noticed me. Asslamp said: “Hey, nerd!”

“I—yes?” I sputtered.

“Are you a super?”

“Yes,” I said, before I could stop myself.

The capes erupted into laughter, and the supers groaned. I felt my face heat up. “I’m not gonna wrestle that,” Stephanie giggled.

And I thought “wow… now I’m obligated to kick her ass.”

I stood up, and I walked as confidently as I could towards an arm wrestling match with a girl twice my size, which wasn’t very. Honestly, I wouldn’t have passed a field sobriety test. I sat down and looked her dead in the eye. Everyone else was whooping like idiots.

She put her elbow on the table. “You ready to lose?”

I laughed nervously as I did the same. “No.”

“Wrong hand, short-ass.”

“I’m left-handed, is that a problem?”

Stephanie shrugged and put her left hand in mine. “Only if you make it a problem.”

Asslamp refereed. “Are you ready? On your marks…”

Everyone in the room was yelling now.

“Get set…”

I squeezed her hand a little harder.

“Go!”

…I wish I had something interesting to say about the ten seconds or so that I actually arm wrestled Stephanie, but really I was just internally screaming. Mostly because I was wilting quickly, and my arm was almost touching the desk, but also because I could not stop pumping myself up to kick her ass.

After all, how could I her beat me? She was so stupid, so arrogant, so blonde, so fucking cu—

And that’s when her arm hit the desk, hard. I could have sworn I heard a snapping sound, but it was lost in the sound of the supers cheering like wild animals. Eventually it subsided when people started noticing that Stephanie was both holding her arm to her chest and screaming bloody murder at me.

“What the fuck did you do to my wrist?!” Sure enough, it was bent strangely, in a way that wasn’t present before we arm wrestled.

Shit. Fuck. Shit fuck. “I’m sorry! It was an accident!”

The apology didn’t stop Stephanie from grabbing me by my sweater. “Son of a bitch, dude, fucking warn me! You know how much trouble we’re gonna get in now? If I get suspended one more time, I’m fucked!”

...Is what I think she said. Her voice sounded really far away for some reason, and all I could hear was a loud electric whine.

And then I apologized, and I apologized, and I said “I didn’t know I could do that,” and then I woke up in the hospital.

Smooth.

I got off easy with the school due to the medical scare. Apparently Stephanie’s parents didn’t sue because this kind of thing happens a lot, and it was a minor fracture. The doctor still made her wear a cast, though, which she made a point of flipping me off with a couple of times.

More confusing was where that sudden burst of strength had come from, and how quickly it had left. Best I could figure was that it was triggered by high stress, but trying to replicate the scenario produced nothing.

Maybe an outside factor had set it off, but aside from the actual arm wrestling, there didn’t seem to be anything unusual…

And then I had that thought that only teenagers and fraternity brothers can have:

Was I—was I being too gay?

I figured, no… it couldn’t be that. I mean, I’d accidentally jacked it to the thought of my first grade teacher once, but that didn’t cause any super-powered fireworks. Besides, whatever creamy feelings I might have had for Stephanie were killed after she made a habit of chucking orange juice cartons at me at lunch.

But I couldn’t be sure—until a few months later, on a biology field trip.

When field trip buddies were announced, we didn’t say anything on the bus, we didn’t say anything in the field trip line, and we didn’t say anything until halfway through the day when our group stopped for lunch. We were required to remain within twenty feet of each other, but otherwise we were completely ignoring each other.

I was like, holding a thing of yogurt, and then Stephanie sat down next to me, and she fished a bag of protein powder (?) out of her varsity jacket, and absolutely nothing else. She swallowed down the whole packet, then walked off towards the bathroom like it was nobody’s business.

Now, my dumb ass was still in that good Asian schoolgirl mentality, and field trip buddy rules said that Stephanie walking to the bathroom was absolutely my business. I jettisoned my yogurt and took off after her.

To give you an idea of what happened: the Kansas City aquarium has a cafeteria. Off that cafeteria, there’s a straight, darkened hallway. At the start of that hallway, there’s a ladies’ room—a ladies’ room that Stephanie was now breezing past, into the shadows.

You what fucking sucks about tall people? They can just strut off wherever they want, and us normal-sized people have to run behind them like idiots.

“Hey, wait!” I shouted as quietly as I could, to avoid getting myself in trouble.

By some miracle, Stephanie didn’t ignore me, but instead turned on her heel and faced me in the darkness, features set. “What?”

“Um…” She glared down at me. “Did you, like, forget your lunch, or…”

“That was my lunch,” she said in the same tone you would say something like “this town ain’t big enough for the two of us.”

“Oh.” Stephanie’s glare was sharp enough to cut glass. “I can buy you a banana or—”

She thrust her right hand towards me, as if asking for a handshake. I blinked. “Go on,” she said.

I carefully shook her hand, not sure what she wanted. She brought her left to her face in a gesture of frustration. “Don’t be stupid!”

“I’m sorry, I really don’t know what you want.”

Stephanie huffed. “If you wanna break my other wrist so bad, you might as well do it!”

Aw, man, this again. “I’m not here to break your wrist, I’m here because you’re wandering off into the unknown!”

She leaned into the wall, crossing her arms and looking at me like I was the densest girl she’d ever met. There was no light in the hallway, and the light of the cafeteria was very soft on her face. “It’s not ‘the unknown’ if I know what’s at the end of it. The tour isn’t going through this wing, but it’s still open.”

“Then dick around on your own time! We’re gonna get in trouble again.”

Stephanie puffed her chest out indignantly and planted her feet. “Okay. Go on. Go ahead and stop me.”

I took her hand and pulled hard as I could. Stephanie smiled, barely swaying. I went around to her side and tried pushing her back towards the cafeteria, leaning my whole weight into it, but she didn’t budge at all. All I accomplished was making myself aware that I was half her size.

“Where’d that arm wrestling strength go?” she said when I had finally given up, wheezing a little bit. I hoped I wouldn’t pass out again.

“Shut up.”

“We’ve got twenty minutes. You can’t stop me, so either you go back and get in trouble, or you see something cool and get in trouble. I mean, you’re screwed no matter what happens.”

I weighed my options. Maybe it was the super curiosity in me, but I really wanted to see what was at the end of that dark hallway. And Stephanie was dumb, but she was right. My biology teacher hated me, and if I went back and told her I would still get in trouble.

I took a deep breath. “Five minutes, then we’re gonna try slipping back into the cafeteria.”

“What makes you think you can drive a bargain with me?”

“If I remember anything from that time I broke your wrist, it’s that you care about getting in trouble.”

Stephanie’s expression seemed to do a little dance of panic and anger before getting schooled. “Whatever. Five minutes is good. Come on, follow me.”

She kept a firm hand on my shoulder, and her face was still very neutral, but she held onto me like she was scared I was gonna run off or try to break her arm again.

As we walked down the hallway, my eyes adjusted to the darkness, and I could see we were approaching a pair of doors at the end. They were painted black, and looking at them I thought it was a place that I wouldn’t be allowed to enter.

“There’s a reason,” Stephanie said when she reached the doors, “why this hallway is so dark, and it’s not because it’s closed.” She grinned at me. “You ready?”

“Ready enough.”

“Watch this.” She opened the door just a crack, and I saw a soft purple light in the darkness.

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hongbab · 8 years ago

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Mini skirt & high heels 3 - Sanghyuk had his eyes shut tight, standing in front of the mirror in a crisp white blouse with a white, insanely padded bra they had also stuffed some socks into for good measure underneath. (Hongbin/Hyuk, pg, 2126 w)

a/n: my dear mini skirt anon, i couldn’t hold myself back;; i hope you’ll like it ♥

reference for sanghyuk’s look: cinnamon’s fanart of this pretty princess (check out all of her fanart if you haven’t done so yet; the girl!vixx ones are especially highly recommended)

first part

second part

“There,” Hongbin said, though he was still fiddling with the dark locks, smoothing them out in some places and reorganizing them in others. “Bouncy enough?”

Sanghyuk had his eyes shut tight, standing in front of the mirror in a crisp white blouse with a white, insanely padded bra they had also stuffed some socks into for good measure underneath. He was also wearing a navy blue mini skirt (a pleated one, Sanghyuk had enlightened Hongbin) and a pair of white thigh highs, though it wasn’t all that necessary for him to wear that many female clothing items when all they needed was for him to dress up as a girl from the waist up. Nevertheless, he was standing there in clothes fit for a schoolgirl, and Hongbin tried to force the blush to disappear from his face—unsuccessfully.

Sanghyuk cracked a clumsily lined eye open, the wrinkles around his nose smoothing out and reappearing between his brows as he looked at himself in the mirror, Hongbin grinning proudly next to him.

“Oh, fuck,” was all Sanghyuk could say before shuffling closer to the full-body mirror, leaning in close to examine his face and touch a wavy lock of hair by his cheek. “This is— fuck. I look like a stripper invited to a bachelor party.”

“That’s not the concept we initially went for, but I guess it’ll suffice,” Hongbin shrugged, laughing when Sanghyuk glared at him.

“You said we’d make me cute,” Sanghyuk whined, stomping his feet a little as he stepped back, fingering the hem of his skirt.

“I think you look pretty cute,” Hongbin said and he meant it, so much so that he wished he could have kissed Sanghyuk then and there, but the light pink tint on his lips was deterring enough to hold himself back.

“We went overboard on this one,” Sanghyuk said and tried to fix one of the bra straps that has fallen off his shoulder without unbuttoning his blouse. “The fact that I’m all prettied up… it just doesn’t make sense. We can’t even take a picture of my face and I’m like, a foot taller than you, so you can’t even stand next to me or anything.”

“You’re not that much taller,” Hongbin grumbled and Sanghyuk cocked an eyebrow at him as he glanced down at Hongbin’s face. “You made me dress up as your sugar baby okay, let me enjoy this now.”

“What kind of enjoyment are you expecting from this, anyway?” Sanghyuk grimaced. “If you’re going to try to have sex with me in these clothes, I’m warning you—”

“Oh my God, you’re sick!” Hongbin spluttered, his stupid heart picking up behind his ribs as he covered his eyes with a hand.

He barely dared to kiss Sanghyuk ever since… ever since they made out in his bedroom, and he had been doing so good at not thinking thoughts like that since they had been stealing the clothes and makeup for Sanghyuk from the company dressing rooms during the previous few days. To mention it out of the blue, without beating about the bush, was downright cruel and Sanghyuk knew that, of course he knew; he was the spawn of Satan after all.

“Okay, good,” Sanghyuk said, sighing. “I’m glad I’m not the only one who doesn’t think our relationship is ready for that yet. So, how are we going to do this?”

Hongbin took his phone out of his pocket, his eyes roving over Sanghyuk’s legs in a way he knew was obvious, especially when he saw Sanghyuk smirk from the corner of his eye. He opened the chatroom the six of them used and looked for the picture of himself—for reference. The angle and the pose were good, but he wanted Sanghyuk’s bouncy bob to show at least, if it wasn’t possible for them to take a picture of his face.

“I think you’ll need to hug me so I can take a picture of you from the back,” Hongbin said, looking up at Sanghyuk whose eyebrows were arched in a mocking expression.

“Really,” he replied with a high amount of sarcasm, “hug you?”

“Well, do you have any other idea?” Hongbin snapped.

“Hah, alright,” Sanghyuk took a deep breath. “I’ll hug you, but you should give me a kiss on my cheek, too. That might look less awkward, I don’t know…”

Sanghyuk sat down on the floor with his legs crossed, arranging his skirt between his thighs when he caught Hongbin accidentally looking at his black boxer briefs. Hongbin sat down as well opposite him, scooting as close as possible, and let Sanghyuk drape an arm over his shoulder, pulling him in until Hongbin was sure Sanghyuk could feel his rapid heartbeat. Sanghyuk may have looked like a schoolgirl, but he smelled like his fresh citrusy perfume still, if the scent was a lot more toned down than in the morning when he had pulled Hongbin into the corner of the kitchen, kissing him good morning quickly before the others could have shown up. It was all heady and Hongbin felt like he could pop a boner any moment.

“What are you doing?” Sanghyuk asked. “You feel like a dead fish; come on, hug me back.”

He had a special sense for when to turn someone off.

“Are you ready?”

“I’ve been ready for the last two hours, just do it,” Sanghyuk said.

Hongbin lifted his phone above their heads, trying for the angle before he closed his eyes and pressed his lips against Sanghyuk’s cheek, unintentionally smiling a little into it. He took some more pictures from a few different angles and Sanghyuk started giggling in his arms, making Hongbin feel affection he had never before experienced with anybody else.

If this was how falling in love felt, he was in trouble.

“Let me see,” Sanghyuk said when Hongbin pulled back, sitting next to Hongbin so he could look at the phone in his hands.

Hongbin looked truly happy in all five of the pictures, his smile perceptible even in the blurry photos. When he was done swiping through the pictures, Sanghyuk looked up at Hongbin, grinning from ear to ear, his black-framed eyes sparkling happily.

Whatever all of this was meant to be.

“I think we should send them this one,” Sanghyuk said, his voice a little high-pitched as he swiped back to one of the pictures. “You can see my thigh in this one, they might really think I’m a stripper.”

“You don’t look like a stripper at all, Sanghyuk,” Hongbin pointed out.

“You’re right,” Sanghyuk sighed, and rested his head on Hongbin’s shoulder, the ends of the wig tickling Hongbin’s neck. “Your girlfriend’s too cute to be one.”

“Excuse me, but your girlfriend is a lot cuter,” Hongbin said, moving his shoulder up a bit and dropping it back down to dislodge Sanghyuk’s head while the latter pressed the ‘send’ button on Hongbin’s phone, forwarding the picture to four other boys who would most probably be very traumatised by it.

“No,” Sanghyuk shook his head and the wavy locks followed the movement. “My girlfriend’s hot.”

Hongbin would have tried to argue, but then Sanghyuk’s hand was on his cheek and his tinted lips on Hongbin’s, kissing him a tad too fervently, climbing into Hongbin’s lap with his legs bracketing him on Hongbin’s sides, some strands from the wig getting caught between their mouths. Sanghyuk soon pulled back and Hongbin didn’t remember they had put blusher on his face, but the apples of his cheeks were decidedly pink now.

“Give me your phone,” he said.

“What?” Hongbin asked, his eyes going wide. “You can’t send them a picture of us… kissing… and you… in girl clothes…”

“I’m not going to send it to anybody, you dummy,” Sanghyuk replied and snatched the phone away, tapping away on it and reaching it out to his left with the front camera showing a somewhat obscene image of Sanghyuk’s skirt riding up on his thigh by Hongbin’s leg, and him smirking down at a dumbfounded Hongbin. “I just want a picture of, you know,” he motioned at his clothes and Hongbin followed the movement of his hand down to his legs, “this.”

“You’re really, really crazy,” Hongbin mumbled and Sanghyuk nodded, bending over to kiss him again.

It was slower this time and Hongbin had a feeling Sanghyuk went easier on him to get better angles and possibly less blurry pictures than the ones Hongbin had taken, his right hand sliding down to Hongbin’s neck and then to his chest, resting there as if trying to feel Hongbin’s heartrate, embarrassing him this way.

“Hand,” Sanghyuk said against his lips, not even opening his eyes.

“What?” Hongbin breathed, unable to articulate properly.

He heard Sanghyuk put his phone down, his hand touching Hongbin’s fingers that were— oh, they were on Sanghyuk’s butt, shaking there like they always did whenever Sanghyuk was too close.

“No sex in these clothes,” Sanghyuk laughed, and pressed a short kiss to Hongbin’s mouth. “Not yet.”

It was like a kick in the stomach and Hongbin quickly let go of Sanghyuk, trying to think of something to defend himself with, but then his phone buzzed on the floor four times in a row and even in his hand as he picked it up to look at it.

“Oh, shit,” he mumbled and felt all the blood leave his face as he stared at the notifications. “Oh God, oh, Jesus Christ—”

“What?” Sanghyuk asked and turned the phone towards himself, sliding off Hongbin’s lap. His eyes went wide and he paled, too, fingertips going white as he grasped Hongbin’s phone. “Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no, no.”

“You said you weren’t going to send it!” Hongbin exclaimed, tearing the device out of Sanghyuk’s grip.

“I didn’t want to!” Sanghyuk shouted, more out of fright than because he was angry. “It was your stupid phone, oh, fuck, I hate iPhones, this is why I hate iPhones!”

Hongbin lay down on the floor, whining loudly and trying not to cry when his phone started vibrating with a call.

“Hey,” Sanghyuk said and Hongbin turned towards him, looking up at his face as Sanghyuk leant over him a little. “At least they know now?”

“And what does that matter?” Hongbin asked sulkily. “It’s not like we’ll make out in front of them now that they do, and I know what you’re thinking, but I won’t let you make out with me in front of them.”

Sanghyuk’s face fell and it was sincere for a moment, but then he pouted, fluttering his eyelashes as he blinked up at Hongbin again.

“Are you angry with me?” he asked in a cutesy way and Hongbin cringed.

He tugged at the sleeve of Sanghyuk’s blouse and made him lay down next to him, Sanghyuk lifting Hongbin’s arm to curl up under it, resting his head on Hongbin’s chest.

“Would you feel better if I said we can have sex while I’m wearing these clothes after all?”

“Sanghyuk,” Hongbin groaned, “just this once, please shut up.”

Kong sent a picture

Doberman pup ??????????????????? ? ?? ? ???? ?? ?? ?

Nose dang son what who is that

Annoying what the hell???? who’s that girl???????? and why are they at the company building?

Doberman pup she looks……. cute? bin’s seeing a cute girl what is this sorcery

Nose they grow up so fast ;A;

Annoying has he told you guys anything about her?

Doberman pup hakyeon why the fuck do u think i sent like ten question marks

Simba ……………………….ten………………………

Annoying that’s not what matters now and I’m glad if he’s seeing someone, but why send us a photo? I don’t get it

Kong sent a picture

Nose HOLY SHIT WHAT

Doberman pup what thE FUCK IS THAT HYUK IS THAT HYUK IN GIRL CLOTHES

Annoying OH MY GOD OH MY GOD NO SOMEBODY DO SOMETHING TAEKWOON DO SOMETHING

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Nose well technically that counts as doing something

Annoying WHERE DID THEY GET THOSE CLOTHES FROM WHY DOES HONGBIN HAVE LIPSTICK STAINS ON HIS FACE WHY IS SANGHYUK WEARING A FUCKING SKIRT WHY ARE THERE NO BIGGER CAPITAL LETTERS

Doberman pup ok hakyeon i know this shit is shocking but calm the f down ur loud even in text

Nose but yeah where did they get those clothes from? and the makeup? do u think they still have them?^^

Doberman pup um jaehwan-ah can u come over to my room

Annoying DAMN YOU TWO

Nose almost there

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Annoying I think I’m going to faint

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Simba gross

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#vixx #hongbin #hyuk #hyukbin #rating: pg #req #i wrote 20k characters of this in 2 hours and i've been struggling w 4k characters of my thesis for 3 WEEKS #comedy #fluff #canon

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