#Like. he shouldn’t be handsome or pretty. u should look at him and instantly know something is deeply off

[bluegarners]

very funny to me actually that even when artists are drawing what is technically a handsome jason, the design and characterization just ends up being so terrible that he comes off as ugly anyway

[sweetchup]

💌Love/Hate💌

Type: Pariston Hill x Reader

Prompts: Soulmate Au (Colorblind) + 7– Innocent/Corruption Kink

Author Note: OMG I am so so so sorry this took so long. I’m not sure what it was but my brain couldn’t write for Pariston. Like it was if the zodiacs took over and put it into a total shut down mode. It was insane. (ALSO Small warning, this is Pariston and, as expected, he’s an abusive dick)

(Valentine’s Day Masterlist)

When you had first accepted the job of being randomly assigned someone’s secretary, you hadn’t expected to be assigned to the CEO of a high end tech company. You mean, who in the world would have known that by just calling a flyer on a street corner would have led to working with someone so prestigious.

It almost sounded too good to be true!

….And, you wished you hadn’t jinxed yourself in that moment. The CEO of that high end tech company actually turned out to be only 21, having inherited the company from his father. He was not only a spoiled brat and a player but, my god, was he lazy. You were sure that if you hadn’t spent hours on the phone discussing ideas with his father and done all the paperwork for him, that the company would be in ruins before someone could say “We’re broke!”.

Though, no matter how hard you worked your ass off these past couple months, nothing could prepare you for this moment.

“Dear god someone help me…”

You and his father had told him many times over this week. On February 14 at noon, you have an important meeting with the Hunter Association. You can’t miss it.

But, of course, that lazy ass was running late. By 45 minutes to be exact.

“Miss (y/n), is Mr Avoli going to be showing up any time soon? It isn’t like him to be late.”

… And it surely didn’t help that you were standing in the meeting room, waiting for him with the Hunters Association's very own Zodiacs.

Shamefully, you turn to the doglike woman who had introduced herself as ‘Cheadle’ earlier and give an apologetic bow, “I-I deeply apologize. You see Mr Avoli's son, Hunter Avoli, recently took over the company. I reminded him constantly this past week about the meeting but I’m afraid he may have forgotten...”

“Oh that guy.” You hear the monkey zodiac ‘Saiyu’ spit out in disgust, “He is almost as bad as that dirt bag, Ging.”

“It’s not a problem Miss (y/n). I’ve met Hunter many times before so I’ve seen first hand how unprofessional he acts. This is clearly not your fault.” Cheadle reassures, giving you enough confidence to lift your head up from bowing to look at her as some of the Zodiacs complain in the background.

As you stare at the grayish colored woman, you can’t help but wonder what color she was wearing. Due to you still not having found your soulmate, you can only see the color of your soulmate’s eye color. Which, in your case, was brown. A chocolate brown to be exact.

And, usually dogs were brownish in color so you kind of wondered what color Miss Chealde chose instea—

“We are still waiting on the chairman and two other zodiacs so why don’t you take the chance to try and give Hunter a call.” Mizaistom, the ox zodiac, suggests suddenly.  

“O-oh of course. Thank you very much Miss Cheadle, Mr Mizaistom. I’ll be very quick— Eep!”

Oh god why me?

Just as you made your way to the door to exit the room, someone on the other side had already swung it open. Making you, in pure surprise and shock, take a step backwards. Though, just like how your day is going so far, Luck truly didn’t seem to be on your side as you end up tripping on your own two feet and begin to fall backwards.

You expected to land hard on the cold tile floor in front of everyone, extremely embarrassing really, but instead you don’t. You still hit something firm and hard but… it was different. Actually, now that you think about it, you felt higher up than you were before…

“Ah, Ging this is why I said you shouldn’t barge into rooms so suddenly! You scared our poor guest!” A voice suddenly calls out from behind you, his breath slightly tickling the shell of your ear. Quickly, in surprise, you whip your head around to—

…Shit.

As your eyes lock with the male’s chocolate brown ones the room suddenly bursts into a flurry of color. Blues, reds, greens, maybe yellows? You honestly didn’t know the proper names for all the colors you were seeing for the first time. However, in all this chaos, you happened to know two things.

One, That you had just met your soulmate and Two,...

… it was none other than the Vice Chairman himself, Pariston Hill.

“Oh my! How unexpected!” Pariston chuckles out, causing what seems to be sparkles to pop out around him, “I never thought our guest here today would end up being my soulmate. Not at all!”

“I—“ “Shut up Rat!”

You freeze as something suddenly comes flying past your head. What the fuck...

“You have a soulmate? Not a Chance! Not a Chance! Not a Chance!”

“Quit joking.”

“I doubt the King Of Kickbacks would have an ordinary soulmate.”

It was as if a bomb had erupted in the room, everyone was in pure disbelief at what Pariston had just said, Suggested, he even had (Well everyone except Ging, of course). Hell, some of them haven’t even found their own soulmates yet. So, why did the heartless ass Rat get to have one?!

“I assure you, I’m speaking the truth. Why would I lie about something like this?”

We can think of many reasons…

“U-uh…” You suddenly speak out, slightly flinching as everyone’s attention turns to you, “He is telling the truth… I saw colors other than brown for the first time when we locked eyes.”

“See!” Pariston says happily, pulling you affectionately closer to him in his hold. As you are flustered by the act from the handsome man, he takes the chance to walk to what you believe is in the direction of an empty seat. However, you soon realize that wasn’t what he was intending as he walked right by it and leaves through the other door located in the room.

“Hey Rat!! Where do you think you are GOING!?!” The tigerlike man screeches out, storming through the door you two just left as well.

“Well, I’m going to spend time with my soulmate of course.” Pariston exclaims, his smile not even flinching as bloodlust from the other zodiacs creeps out from the room.

“As if I—“ Suddenly, a loud chuckle behind you rings out, cutting Kanzai off.

“C-Chairman Netero!” You squeak out in surprise at the older man. Oh god, what a disaster. As someone trying to make a deal to him, this looks bad. So bad.

“My, what a twist!” The Chairman rings out, stroking his beard as he thinks as he walks past you two. “Hmm… You and (y/n) can be excused from today’s meeting, Pariston.”

“B-But, Chairman!” Kanzai rebuts. Soon shutting up however as the chairman grabs onto the collar of his jersey.

“It only makes sense to give them alone time, Kanzai. We will just call Mr Aloisi for the meeting instead of having (y/n) give it to us.” Netero explains, giving you a small wink as he drags Kanzai as if he was some kitty cat back into the meeting room.

What a strange group…

As you sit there stunned at everything that has happened so far, you don’t realize Pariston has already begun walking again. It takes you a while to realize as well, precisely the loud sound of the door of his private office being closed. He must have walked pretty fast…

“A-ah. Umm you can put me down now.” You mumble out to the… Blonde man (unable to tell if that was the correct color).

“Hmm. What was that?” Pariston asks, as if he didn’t quite hear you from before.

“Oh. I was wondering if you could put me down.” You tell him again. Shit, the way you said that came out bad. “I-I mean I’m really appreciative of you saving me but you are likely getting tired of holding me and I can walk on my own.”

“Oh!”

You expected at that exclamation that Pariston would instantly put you down to the floor, but instead he walks over to his deck and places you down in front of that. Odd, but you don’t question the sparkly man.

Speaking of odd, as you looked around the room, you realized it was really cold in here. Much colder than the conference room and hallway. God, what a bad day to wear a skirt but no tights. Especially those insulated ones you recently bought.

“Are you Cold?” Pariston suddenly voices up, causing you to turn behind you to look at him. He still hadn’t moved from his spot right behind you.

“A-ah yes I am. I don’t want to be a bother but could you possibly turn it down a couple of notches?” You ask, taking a step back a little to give a little bit of space between you two.

“I’m afraid I can’t. My thermostat broke this morning.” Pariston exclaims, his smile turning into a bit of a frown. However, that didn’t last long as he soon had a full blown out smile again. “But, I do have my jacket that I wore to work this morning. It should be… Ah! There it is! Right on the seat of my chair if you want to grab it.”

“Oh.. thank you.” You give Pariston a small smile before leaning over the desk to grab the brown coat.

You couldn’t wrap your head around it but for some odd reason you didn’t feel fully comfortable around him. Which was even weirder because you didn’t understand what was causing it. Shouldn’t you naturally feel comfortable around your soulmate?

Perhaps, you just needed to get to know him better. That’s likely it. Your just nervous since he was supposed to be your clien—

“Ah!” You let out a yelp as you feel pressure and sharp pain in your lower regions. At first, you thought it was perhaps a weird cramp or something like that. However, once you fully grasped what you were feeling, you realized you were just trying to make yourself believe that.

“Oh whoops! Tight. Tight. That must have hurt.” Pariston chuckles out, rocking his hips back and forth as his eyes watched his cock disappear and reappear out of your hole. Harshly letting go of the strap of your panties that he had pulled aside to watch as an ever so slight bit of blood comes out in your slick. Delighted to see such results.

“P-Pariston. Please be gentle.” You gasp out, turning yourself by your waist to place a hand on the man’s chest. Ever so slightly fisting the fabric of his suit when he suddenly gave a really hard thrust. “Let’s slow down… too soon…”

“How come? I thought you said you were grateful to me right?” Pariston teased out, pulling your hand off his suit as well as pushing your front down against the desk. Making it so you were trapped underneath him.

“I-I am but—“ “Shh… I’m only taking my reward!”

However, even with your constant pleas for him to be slower, gentler, Pariston continued his actions. Watching you grow more and more wet as that uncomfortable burning sensation suddenly turned into pure ecstasy.

It was perfect…

Pressed down against the desk, unable to move as you were essentially being taken advantage of by him. Your very own soulmate.

It was embarrassing, agonizing and traumatizing.

Surely, you hated him. You despised him.

Having waited long enough, Pariston decided to finally pull out and flip you over so he could see you and the results of his hard work. “Now, Now my dear. It’s not so—“

Pariston feels himself blink a couple of times.

Oh… So, you were one of those types huh?

It was if you were some humanized version of a golden retriever. Your eyes that were supposed filled with terror or hatred were still as sparkly and innocent before you began. You were loyal to him to a fault and he honestly doubted you could bring it in your heart to even hate him.

It was annoying but it wasn’t that big of a problem. He could always break you in other ways.

However, that’s not exactly what was troubling him right now.

Fluttering? Or, Bubbles?

Whatever it was, he didn’t understand why he was feeling this sort of way. Especially seeing you look at him like that. With that love filled look…

“Pariston…” You mumble out, your voice slightly slurred. “Are you okay? Are you done?”

Are you okay?

Those three words ring in Pariston’s head. Eventually, causing him to break his composure and let out a light laugh.

“Aw. Did I leave you high and dry? Here I’ll fix that.” Pariston calls out. A slight shiver going up his spine as he hears you let out a small moan as he slips back into your dripping cunt.

You know what, he didn’t care how strange you were making him feeling.

Whether you looked at him with loved dazed eyes…

Or cried out how much you hated him with those kissable lips of yours.

Either way, he would enjoy every bit of playing with you. You had the rest of your miserable lives to try it out after all.

[silenceofthecookies]

Henlo Cookie UwU! Happy to see your askbox open, hope you get many good requests! I need some of that motivation to dive into the Magi manga u so graciously let me borrow, so I am going to ask for a scenario with Kouen and his beautiful goatee UwU, maybe an arranged marriage, but him and fem!reader actually fall in love? It's a bit unexpected for both of them since they were just seeing it as a duty, but a nice extra. Happy writing, enjoy your week off and much much love and much UwU!

Henlo Hazel! And I’m happy to see you in my askbox UwU. I’m really looking forward to you reading the manga! I’m expecting updates on feelings, though the most interesting things are in the second half, obviously 😉 For now, enjoy Kouen and his terribly weak goatee game! ❤

Word count: 1823

Warnings: Suggestive themes

“Do you, Ren Kouen, take L/N Y/N to be your lawfully wedded wife?” “I do.” “And do you, L/N Y/N, take Ren Kouen to be your lawfully wedded husband?” “I do.” “Then by the power bestowed upon me by the Kou empire, I hereby pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”

The first kiss held no emotion at all. Neither did the vows. Everything felt forced, just like the marriage you had gotten into. Not that you expected anything different. You and Kouen had been forced into a political marriage, you as the eldest princess of your kingdom, and Kouen as the crown prince, who would need a wife for when he ascended.

You had only met once before the marriage. The emperor of the Kou empire and your father were discussing the alliance, while Kouen was showing you around the palace grounds. He had been indifferent, uninterested and he seemed everything but happy. You couldn’t blame him, you weren’t too excited about this either. Though you were happy that Kouen was a handsome young man, and not some ugly old creep.

The party was stiff and formal, as you had expected. The wedding took place in the Kou empire, where you would now be living. Only a few nobles and family members from your country had showed up, so most of the guests were people you didn’t know. Kouen greeted them all with either a serious face or a confident grin, and he introduced you to every one of them. You were sure you wouldn’t be able to remember all of their names. The party wasn’t really on your mind at the moment, and neither were politics.

It was with your now husband, and what he would be expecting of you, mostly of the first night. You knew what was supposed to happen, but you did not feel ready for it at all. You had read many stories talking about the romance of sharing a bed with the person you loved, and the fact that you had to share this special moment with a stranger made you sick.

The party lasted until late in the night, and it resulted in quite a lot of drunk people. One of them had been one of the Kou princesses, Kougyoku if you remembered correctly, who had started talking to you. It was a little awkward because she was pretty far gone, but you could feel she meant well. She told you little things about Kouen, things you ‘should know as his wife’. How he would work until late at night, how he enjoyed reading and playing chess to pass his free time. How much all his younger siblings looked up to him, and how much of a respectable man he was. Before she got much further, one of her servants gently coaxed her away from your side, and apologised on her behalf for her intoxicated state.

Not long after that, the party ended and you follow Kouen to the bedroom. You were so nervous you could throw up, but you tried to endure it. Kouen held the door open for you, and you stepped inside.

“Your clothes are over in that closet. If you need anything, call the servants. I will be sleeping in my room down the hallway.” You stared at Kouen in disbelief. “But shouldn’t we… ehm…” “You’re uncomfortable, right? Don’t pretend you’re not, I’ve noticed your behaviour at the wedding. I refuse to take a woman against her will, wife or not. Get used to life around here first, then we’ll see about consummating the marriage.”

You stared at his back as Kouen left your room, unable to react. About a minute after he closed the door behind him, you collapsed and started crying, unable to contain all the feelings you felt. Fear. Had you been so obvious? Would there be consequences? Doubt. Were you not good enough? But also happiness. He would not take you against your will. You would not be forced to spend the night with him. You would spend the night in your own bed, without a stranger next to you, doing things to you.

Once you had let out most of the emotion and sorted the bulk of your thoughts, you got changed into your nightgown and lied down in the bed. After all the stress from that day, and the emotions from that night, you were both physically and emotionally exhausted. The comfort of your new bed took you by surprise, and it didn’t take long before you fell asleep.

The next morning, servants woke you up, helped you get ready, and your new life as a princess of the Kou empire, and wife to Ren Kouen, began. You were required to join him and his siblings during mealtimes, but apart from that you got a surprising amount of freedom. You were no hostage for your country, but you still expected a more restricted approach, certainly since Kouen seemed to strict. Then again, he had already shown you he respected you, at least until a certain degree.

For the first few weeks, you and Kouen barely talked to each other at all. There was some conversation during mealtimes, mostly to keep up appearances, but there was no spark, no affection, no love. Once mealtimes were over, you minded your business, and Kouen minded his. He never asked you to sleep in his room, nor did anyone else question it. It wasn’t like he was unfriendly to you, and neither were you to him. There was just very little interaction coming from either side. It was an arranged marriage after all, this was just your duty. Neither of you seemed very much interested in each other, until one night in the library.

You had been in the Kou palace for a little over a month, and you knew the place like the back of your hand. It was late, but you were far from tired. To chase away the boredom, you decided to head to the library to find a book to read until you got sleepy. Once you entered the library, you noticed the two eldest princes. Kouen was sitting on a chair next to a table with a chess board on it, and Koumei was walking away from the table.

“Come on, Koumei. Just one more game?” Kouen grinned. “You always say one more game, and then you insist on another one after that. I’ve had enough for today, brother. I’ll be retreating to my room. Good night.”

Koumei walked past you on his way out, and nodded to you as a greeting before he left. Kouen sighed, although still grinning, and looked at you.

“Good night, Y/N. What brings you here at this hour?” “I wanted to read a book before going to bed.” “I see… so you’re not tried yet?” “No…?” “You wouldn’t know how to play chess, would you?” “Only the basics, but I do, actually.” You were a little proud to admit you knew how to play chess. Maybe a little too proud. Kouens grin widened at your answer. “Then, why don’t you play a game with me?” You instantly regretted your answer, and the pride behind it, but it was too late to back down now. “Very well, one game.”

One game turned into many. Kouen beat you every game, but you learned from his strategies and got a little better every time. About 5 games in, most of the formalities and indifferent treatments had been cast aside and you finally managed to see Kouen as the person he was. Confident, curious, smart, strategic and most of all, someone who loves gloating at a win, even if it was against an inexperienced player. And on the rare occasion that you made a good move that ruined his strategy? He would actually scowl, which was an oddly cute look on the crown prince. The games continued for a good while, before drowsiness finally caught a hold of you.

“Perhaps we should end our game here for tonight?” “We’re mid-game, how come?” “Because you seem to be falling asleep right where you’re sitting.” Kouen said with a serious face, though he couldn’t help but grin at the end. “Maybe then you should make your move so we can continue this game. That would ease the boredom. I get thinking about your move, but you’re really taking long this time.” “I made my move 3 minutes ago, Y/N. Did you not notice?” You stared at Kouen, and he grinned back at you. Feeling your cheeks heat up, you huffed and got up. “Fine, we’ll end it here for tonight. Good night, Kouen.” “Good night, Y/N.”

Getting up the next morning was more of a challenge than expected. You had stayed up much later than expected because of the games, and now you were feeling the results of your actions. Maybe taking a nap somewhere around noon would be a good idea. Or straight after breakfast. That also sounded good.

“Well well, look who’s finally woken up.” Kouen grinned as you sat down next to him. “Did your defeat from last night keep you awake?” “Oh no, not at all. Though I suppose you slept great, gloating about how you, an experienced player, beat a novice at every single match?”

The table was deadly silent, with the exception of Koumei. Knowing what was going on, a single snort from him was heard before he continued eating with a smile. Kouen stared at you with his piercing glare, before actually laughing. The sound of his laughter sounded like music to your ears, and the way his eyes closed while laughing made your cheeks feel warm.

“Then why don’t we change that? My study, tonight after dinner. I’ll show you that no matter how good you get, you still won’t be able to defeat me.” “You’re on.” “Good.”

Kouen grinned at you one more time, before continuing to eat his breakfast. You had no idea why you agreed to getting your ass kicked some more at chess. It was probably his laugh, the sound and sight of it were now burned into your brain, and you were hoping to see it again soon.

As you walked back to your room, set on getting some more sleep now you knew you would probably be up late again tonight, you went over what just happened one more time. Mostly over what you felt during that conversation. The want to spend another night with him like that, and the heat you felt in your cheeks when he actually laughed. You had a good idea what this was, you had read enough books about it, but you wouldn’t call it love just yet. Maybe a crush would be better. You barely knew him after all, but you had a feeling that wasn’t going to be the case for long.

[spring-emerald]

(sweet)heart to heart

For @kurodai-week‘s KuroDai Valentine’s Day Event 2020: Happy Crush

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“Excuse me, Mr. Officer-san.”

Daichi looks down at the elementary school girl tugging his uniform shirt. He gets down on one knee and gives the child a smile. “Hello there. How may I help you?”

“Uhm,” the girl takes off her backpack and puts it down on the sidewalk, opens it and takes out a rather beat up stalk of a pink camellia.

“For you, Mr. Officer-san,” she presents with a toothy smile. Daichi has to bite his lips to keep himself from squealing because of how cute the little girl is being but it’s a near thing, especially when he chokes out a garbled but touched “F-for me?”

The little girl nods earnestly with a hum. “For always keeping us safe.”

Awww, Daichi’s inner voice supplied as he takes the flower and fixes his cap to keep his composure. “I’m just doing my job. But thank you very much for this, little miss.”

“You’re welcome!” She exclaimed, but deflates soon and starts giving Daichi a look that he’s seen one too many times in his twin sibling’s faces. The look of guilt.

“What’s wrong?”

The little girl bites her lips. “I’m supposed to give you a candy as well, Mr. Officer-san. But I got curious and ate it. I’m sorry.”

Daichi beams. “It’s alright, little miss. The flower is enough for me. Besides, I think you deserve that candy for doing something nice today,” he says patting her on the head. “It’ll be our little secret, okay?” He says putting his finger over his lips and winks at her.

The girl nods, brightens up and instantly her mood was better. “Thank you, Mr. Officer-san!”

“Well, you better go home now. I’m sure your Mommy is waiting for you.”

After watching her put her bag on, he sends her off with a smile and a wave.

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Their meeting continued on for a week, with Nozomi-chan, as Daichi finds out on the second day of meeting the little lady, diligently bringing him pink camellias to add to his growing collection kept and cared for in a vase in his apartment. She doesn’t stay for too long, always just gives him the flowers and apologizes for eating the candy and leaves after promises of seeing him the next day.

It’s honestly making Daichi curious, as this had become a pattern, though he doesn’t ask her yet where the flowers and the disappearing candy are coming from.

On hindsight, he probably should have.

---

Nozomi-chan meets him as usual, but she isn’t as bright or energetic as she had been the last couple of days. Daichi’s instantly on his knee as he looks over her, looking for injuries or anything that could clue him to what happened to her.

“Nozomi-chan, what’s wrong?”

Nozomi pouts. “I got scolded for eating the candies meant for you, Officer-niichan. But… they don’t taste good so I’ve been eating them instead. I didn’t want to give them to you! I’m sorry for keeping them away.”

She sniffles and starts crying. “Oh, Nozomi-chan,” he says and rubs her back, letting her cry. “I’m not angry with you, if that’s what you think. And I think it’s brave of you, so thank you for trying to protect me, I appreciate it.”

This seemed to calm her down.

“What are those candies anyway?” Daichi asks. Nozomi proceeds to take her bag off and like clockwork, takes out a pink camellia but this time, there’s a small candy wrapped in a neatly folded light orange tissue paper as well. Daichi takes them both and puts the flower down on his thigh to open the wrapped candy.

Inside the small square wrap is a piece of white candy heart with a message that says ‘U R CUTE’ and Daichi looks down on it with growing horror.

This little girl had been eating the candy hearts meant for him and she got scolded because apparently, the messages aren’t being delivered to him. Oh god, what else were written in the previous hearts? What is her mother thinking?

Oh wait…oh no… her mother. Nozomi-chan’s mother is asking her to do this and oh god, Daichi is going to lose his job for this, isn’t he?

“N-Nozomi-chan, this is…”

“I’m sorry! I told Rooster Head onii-chan that you wouldn’t like it, because I don’t like it, because it doesn’t taste good. But he said that it wasn’t meant for me to eat anyway and that I should have given them to you instead, but I just don’t want you to hate him for giving you bad candy because you really like the flowers. I told him that, but he won’t believe me!”

Daichi blinks. “Nozomi-chan, Hold on… who is… onii-chan?”

Nozomi nods. “Rooster Head onii-chan is supposed to be smart because he’s a doctor, but he doesn’t know what good candy to give. He should have just given you chocolates.” She stomps her feet and cross her arms. “But then again, I might have eaten them too, but I would have shared with you if I think they taste good.”

Daichi shakes his head. “Nozomi-chan, wait a minute. So the flowers and the candy… they’re not from your mom?”

“No,” she says shaking her head and starting to look confused.

Daichi breathes in relief because he was already knee deep in his worst case scenario imagination, but he doesn’t let himself be too relaxed yet.

“They’re from the Rooster onii-chan?”

“Yes! I call him Rooster Head onii-chan because his hair makes him look like a rooster.” She says proudly.

“And who is this Rooster Head onii-chan?”

“He’s my neighbor! He lives across the street from my house. He’s a doctor.”

“And he asked you to give me flowers and candies?”

“Uh-huh. He really likes you, Officer-niichan.”

Daichi nods, taking the information in. Alright, that doesn’t sound so bad. But no, wait. Someone he doesn’t completely know about is using a child to get close to him. “Nozomi-chan. He’s not a bad person, is he? He’s not forcing you or scaring you to do this? You can tell me the truth.”

“What?” Nozomi looks surprised and a little offended. “No! No. Doctor-niichan is handsome and kind. He’s not a bad person.” She exclaims earnestly, little fists in front of her. “Everyone likes him. I like him because he always makes sure I’m healthy and the medicine he gives me when I’m sick doesn’t taste bad. And he walks with me to school on his way to his clinic. Officer-niichan, please don’t hate Doctor-niichan! He just doesn’t know what good candies are there.”

“A-Alright. I believe you, Nozomi-chan. But did he tell you why he’s giving me flowers and candy hearts?”

“I told you, Officer-niichan. He really likes you!”

Daichi clears his throat at that. “Yeah, but why would he… you… I mean. Nozomi-chan, I don’t know who this Doctor-oniichan of yours is and he really shouldn’t have…”

“Well, why don’t we go to his clinic so you can meet him?”

That’s…not a bad idea but Daichi doesn’t know if he’s ready to meet him already. He’s still processing everything. And since Nozomi hasn’t given him reason to be so suspicious and he believes that she’s not in any danger, he wants to think it over for some time first.

“I’m still working, so I can’t go with you. But maybe you can tell me where his clinic is?” It’s pretty underhanded, but it’s not like he’s the first one who did something even more underhanded. This doctor obviously know him, have seen him around to know who to send the flowers and candies to, and it’s unfair that Daichi doesn’t know who he is. At least that’s the logic he’s going by.

Nozomi tells him, and after the whole fiasco and asking Nozomi not to tell her Doctor-oniichan about what he asked, they both bid each other their goodbyes.

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It’s his day off and Daichi has a pretty clear idea of what he will do that day. He’s familiar with the place where the clinic is. It’s beside a flower shop, nearby the bakery he frequents and across his favorite coffee shop. And upon seeing the clinic, he remembers being inside before, when he helped a man who passed out on the sidewalk get immediate medical attention.

Is that how Nozomi’s doctor-niichan knew about him? He doesn’t remember seeing a male doctor during that time. It was just a young nurse who led him to one of the vacant rooms. Then again, he wasn’t able to stick around for long as he gets a call from his radio.

He’s about to take a peek inside through the window, but he didn’t get the chance to because the door of the clinic opens and out comes a tall man with a messy hair, waving casually to the person behind him. “I’ll be back in an hour,” he says lightly, but he stops short when he sees Daichi standing in front of the clinic and Daichi sees the way his eyes widened behind his glasses and his mouth open.

“Make sure you are back on time, Doctor Kuroo!” Someone says from inside.

The man, Kuroo closes the door behind him quickly and looks like he’s ready to bolt and Daichi can see how he has to take a deep breath and collect himself before he address Daichi again. “Uhm, are you here for a check-up?”

“No.”

“Oh. Well, then…uhh, it’s lunch break, so you can come back later if you uhhh… yeah.” Kuroo nods and sharply turns to walk away from Daichi.

“Do you know Nozomi-chan?”

Daichi sees the way Kuroo stops and stiffens at the mention of the name. But he doesn’t look back at him. So Daichi decides to be bolder.

“Are you her Rooster Head onii-chan?”

“She told you that?!” Kuroo turns and sputters out but immediately covers his mouth with both his hands, realizing how he’d stupidly given himself away.

“So you are?”

Kuroo puts his hands on the whole of his face and groans. “Look, I’m really sorry. Nozomi-chan is a good kid and I know I shouldn’t have made her do that. I’ll go quietly, I won’t put up a fight if you arrest me.”

“Why do you think I would arrest you?”

Kuroo peeks up at him from behind his hands. “Because I’m a creepy secret admirer who used an innocent kid to get close to his crush?” His voice cracked at the word crush and he hides his face on his hands again.

Daichi may or may not have blushed upon hearing that and covers up his embarrassment with a cough. “Well, it’s a bit creepy as you said, and worrying since a child was involved but a little girl was defensive and has nice things to say about you, so maybe I thought of checking you out to see if you’re not so bad after all.”

It takes a full minute for Kuroo to take his hands off his face to look at Daichi. “What?”

“I don’t mind the candy hearts, despite what Nozomi-chan thinks about them. I don’t mind the secret admirer bit, though I would like it better to get to know the person who’s been sending me flowers and candies personally.” Daichi admits, feeling himself blush.

Kuroo gapes at him until he shakes himself out of his confusion and takes a hesitant step towards Daichi.

“You want to… get to… know me?”

Daichi shrugs. “You have a glowing recommendation from Nozomi-chan. So…?”

Kuroo pats his pocket and fishes out a small wrapped candy and hands it to Daichi.

Daichi takes it and opens it. At the center of the folded paper is a pink conversation heart with the word ‘Hello’.

Daichi looks up at Kuroo and smiles. “Hi.”

[mithranqueersmusings]

Baby, You’re A Rich Man XI

Chapter: 11/28

Rating: U

Summary: Ringo could never understand why that group of three boys made him feel so uncomfortable, or why the way George looked at him sent him into a panic. After a chance encounter Ringo discovers the truth and has no clue what to do with the information.

Tags: AU - Gangsters, Slow Burn, Smut, Eventual Romance, Violence, Angst

Pairings: George Harrison/Ringo Starr, John Lennon/Paul McCartney

AO3 link here / Fic masterlist here

The next few days were an absolute drag, Ringo even called up work and asked if anybody needed their shift covered cause he just wanted time to speed up. He hadn't seen George since they went out to get his suit fitted, at least that was the last time he'd seen him in person; he'd seen George a lot in his mind. Ringo started to really miss him, and the flowers beginning to wilt in his kitchen only made his sadness all the more intense. It was still two days until the wedding, but Ringo felt like he really couldn't wait any longer. He kept hoping that George would visit him at work but he never did, and Ringo wondered if he ever would again. Eventually he caved in and decided to give George a call. He finished work at 3 and plucked up the courage to call George after only 20 minutes of pacing and debating. The sound of the phone ringing made him nervous, and once again he considered hanging up, he had no idea what George's schedule was and he could be busy, he might not even be home. After a few moments of Ringo pacing as much as he could without pulling the phone out of the wall, a voice answered but it wasn't George's.

"Hello?" It was Paul, and Ringo instantly felt nervous.

"Oh- Hi, Paul. It's Ringo. Is George there?" Ringo fiddled with a loose strand of hair.

"Oh, hi Ringo. Yeah, he's just in the loo, don't expect he'll be too long. How are you, anyway?" Paul had such a soothing voice, and Ringo easily calmed himself listening to it.

"Yeah, yeah, not too bad. And yourself?" Ringo tried to sound casual.

"Yeah, alright... Did you need George for something?"

"Not particularly. Just haven't seem him in a few days, wanted to check up on him." The nerves were coming back now.

"Aw, that's well sweet of you." He paused "He won't want me telling you this but he's been going on about you non-stop. He's been so excited about this wedding, keeps gushing about you in a suit." Paul chuckled lightly and it made Ringo blush.

"Oh really? I hope I'm worth the wait then." Ringo smiled "Will you and John be there?"

"We sure will be. You practically get disowned if you miss events like these. They're alright, John has a tendency to get a bit drunk and start a row. But- Oh, here's George now I'll pass you on." Paul didn't have a chance to say goodbye because George rather quickly snatched the phone, Ringo could hear Paul and John laughing in the background.

"Hey Ringo, they weren't chatting any shite were they?" George sounded a little flustered, it was a side to him Ringo hadn't really seen.

"No, not at all. I just wanted to see how you were, but if you're busy that's fine I can call back la-" Ringo began.

"No, I'm not busy!" George said hastily, then paused and Ringo imagined he was cursing himself "Are you alright?"

"Good, yeah. Just, er- Haven't heard from you in a few days, you know?" Ringo chuckled nervously.

"Missing me already, are you?" George lowered his voice.

"Suppose I might be... What have you been up to?" Ringo wished he'd thought of something to say before he rang.

"Not much, just business stuff really. That same family's been kicking up some trouble again, but we seem to have it under control." George explained, he'd returned to his normal self now.

"Oh dear, you haven't been hurt or anything have you?" Ringo winced when he thought about the state George had gotten into last time.

"No, no. Don't you worry your pretty little head about it." George chuckled.

"Pretty?" Ringo scoffed.

"Well, I'd like to call you something else but I've got company you see." George's voice grew huskier.

"You're not half a bleeding flirt, George." Ringo tried to sound like he didn't like it, but that wasn't the case.

"Oh right, and what's the other half?"

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"Do tell."

"You'll have to wait to hear that one."

"Aren't you a little tease?"

"I'm not a little anything."

"You don't have to tell me twice."

Ringo let out a spluttered laugh at the comment, as much as he'd love to talk dirty to George over the phone right now he couldn't contain his laughter "Look, I shouldn't keep you from your mates."

"Who says they're my mates?"

"You do, you pillock. I should get going, I'm pretty knackered from work. What time are you gonna pick me up Thursday?" Ringo really wanted to stay, but he didn't really want to let anything on to Paul and John - even if George hadn't been too good at hiding it.

"Probably around 9, I'll bring the suit and all that and we can get to the wedding about 10?" George had a twinge of hopefulness in his voice, and it made Ringo smile.

"Now when you say 9, do you mean 9? Or do you mean showing up an hour earlier so you can catch me being a sweaty mess?" Ringo chuckled.

"Well, I do mean 9, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't like to see you a sweaty mess again." Ringo could hear the grin on his face.

"I'm sure that be arranged." He didn't give George a time to respond, as much as Ringo knew he wanted to "I'll see you Thursday, then. Bye, George."

"Goodbye Ringo. Don't forget to wear those rings." George joked, but there was a darkness behind his words.

Ringo just smiled, said his goodbyes again and hung up the phone. His mood was immediately lifted after speaking to George, it was like it transported him to a whole other world. As much as he'd rather see him, he didn't dare bother him again, especially if he had important stuff to deal with.

Paul's words kept echoing in his mind the next couple of days, and every time he thought about George talking about him it made him smile. Ringo wondered why he didn't tell these things explicitly to him, like the things he'd heard when he was outside his front door, and he expected it was the same reason Ringo hadn't been completely honest either - they just liked each other so much they were scared of ruining it. It was stupid really, but a strange sort of tradition when getting to know someone.

Ringo debated in his mind whether he should tell George how he really felt, he had no fear of rejection since he knew George's true feelings, but still something told him to take things slow. Ringo was fairly happy with the stage they were at now, it was comfortable, and if feelings became explicitly involved it might take it to somewhere a bit stranger. He hadn't thought about anything that serious with George, but maybe now it was time to start; he was going to be his date after all. George was going to show him off to the rest of his 'family' without any shame, it seemed like a pretty big step for Ringo but he wondered whether George just did this all the time, like it wasn't that big of a deal. It wasn't a pleasant thought, so Ringo tried to avoid it. For now he was just going to see how things went, there was no use planning for a future that might not happen after all.

All Ringo was sure of was that this whole wedding ordeal was going to be a large step for him, especially for his relationship with George, and he just had to go with the flow and see where it took him. In all honesty he knew where it was taking him: straight into George's bed, and Ringo had no issue with that at all.

Thursday finally came around, and Ringo had luckily remembered to book the time off work. He made sure to wake up nice and early, which was a struggle, so that he could hop in the shower and freshen up before George showed up. This time, he arrived on time, and Ringo couldn't help the excitement bubbling in his stomach when he heard him knocking on the door. He'd gotten dressed even though he knew it was pointless, a part of him just wanted to look presentable. He swung the door open probably a little too excitedly, and George was standing there with his arms full.

"I believe you ordered a suit, sir?" George chuckled, plonking a shoe box into Ringo's hands as smoothly as he could.

"I believe I did." Ringo smiled as he led George into the living room once more.

"In the end I decided to just get you the one, so if you can try to tone down your handsomeness I'd much appreciate it." George lay the suit on the back of one of the chairs.

"I suppose I'll have to try." Ringo joked, standing in the doorway when George gave him a funny look.

"Well go on then, what are you waiting for? Try it on!" George scoffed as he unzipped the suit cover.

Ringo shifted his weight "Oh... Right now?"

"If you wanna make it to this wedding then yes, right now." George tutted sarcastically "If you want to close my eyes or something I will, but I was kinda looking forward to this bit."

Ringo blushed, then sheepishly walked further into the room and put the shoebox down on the floor. He walked over to the suit and took it out of its cover, holding it up in the hanger so that he could see it in the mirror. It was a very nice suit, nicer than anything Ringo ever thought he'd ever own. There was a tie and a handkerchief too, but they were of clashing patterns, not that Ringo was a fashion expert of any kind but it did seem an odd choice. He looked up at George and... Oh. He realised that the handkerchief of his suit was identical to the pattern of George's tie, with his tie matching George's handkerchief. Ringo blushed.

"Sorry if its a bit cheesy, I thought it'd be nice... Funny y'know." George turned away to look in the mirror, Ringo could've sworn he saw hints of red on his cheeks.

"No its nice, was just a bit confused at first." Ringo smiled reassuringly then began to undress.

He felt George's eyes on him as he lifted his jumper above his head, he felt the sudden urge to cover himself up or to ask George to leave the room, but he powered through the embarrassment and continued to take off his clothes. Standing in his boxers and his socks, he took the suit off the hanger piece by piece and worked his way into it. Even the shirt was nice, Ringo guessed it probably cost more than his entire wardrobe put together. He lay the tie undone across his neck, he was a little embarrassed that he wouldn't be able to make it look presentable enough, so decided to leave it until last. The whole time he felt George watching him, and while his gaze was somewhat predatory it didn't make him feel uncomfortable, at least not in the negative sense, and whenever he looked up at George he would give him a small smile. He squeezed into the shoes, the first real leather shoes he'd owned, and wiggled his toes in them as he walked around the room to break them in somewhat.

"Does everything fit?" George cleared his throat before speaking.

"Feels like it. I hardly recognise myself." Ringo chuckled as he stepped up to the mirror.

"You look good." George breathed, taking a step closer to him "Who knew I had such good taste?"

"In suits or in men?" Ringo winked, fiddling with his tie hesitantly.

"Looks like both." George smiled darkly "You need help with that tie?"

"Uh... Yeah, I do. Bit embarrassing but even in school I could never do it properly, was always getting yelled at for it." Ringo continued fiddling with the fabric awkwardly.

"Come 'ere." George laughed, his quick fingers getting to work as he tied Ringo's tie for him.

Ringo gulped rather obviously as he looked down at George's hands, he couldn't help remembering how he had been thinking about them last. George pulled his focused gaze away for a second to glance at Ringo, and Ringo suspected that George knew exactly what he was thinking. George just chuckled, then turned Ringo to face the mirror with him.

"There, we make quite the pair. Don't you think?" George grinned widely, his arm across Ringo's shoulder.

"Huh, we sure do. Could give Paul and John a run for their money." Ringo chuckled but then panicked when he thought he might be insinuating something.

"Urgh, don't mention them. You know how hard it is to find a fella when you've got those two as the shining example? You shouldn't even worry about meeting my parents, them two are the real test." George let go of Ringo then, who only blushed at the thought of meeting George's parents.

"How long have they been together?" Ringo started fixing his hair that had been ruffled out of place.

"It's hard to say. As long as I've known them they've practically been inseparable. Technically I think it's 3 years this year, but I could be wrong." George stood behind Ringo then, and ran his hand quickly through his hair to mess it up.

"Funny." Ringo rolled his eyes "Was it easier around them, then? I mean, being... You know."

"Being a flaming queer?" George laughed "Yeah, I suppose it was. I mean we all messed around quite a bit when we were younger and it just stuck."

"Messed around like, with each other?" Ringo was almost looking presentable.

"Scandalous, I know. It was just boys being silly, or at least that's what we pretended it was. Then suddenly it stopped, and Paul and John were dating so I had to find my fun elsewhere."

"Have you been with a lot of guys then? If you don't mind me asking." Ringo tried to not sound as curious as he felt.

"Depends what you mean by 'been with'. I've been around the block a few times, but never anything serious. Never taken one to a wedding, let's just put it that way." George smiled somewhat sheepishly.

"Well aren't I lucky?" Ringo felt comforted by George's answer, even though he knew he shouldn't care about his past.

"With a face like that, I'd say so." George stepped closer to him again and lifted up Ringo's chin gently to stare into his eyes.

"You're one to talk." Ringo whispered.

"You better shut me up, then." George rubbed the stubble on Ringo's chin gently.

Ringo smirked and leaned in to the other man, one hand going for his hip under his jacket and the other caressing his neck. George hummed happily against his lips, Ringo smiling into the kiss. He wondered if he'd ever get tired of kissing George, or if it would ever stop lighting a fire in his stomach, because it certainly didn't seem to be happening any time soon. George put his hand on the small of Ringo's back and dipped him backwards slightly, pushing his chest up against him. Ringo moved his hand to George's face and he felt him jerk slightly at the feeling of the cold metal of Ringo's rings on his skin which made Ringo chuckle. He had gotten used to that reaction, but seeing George respond like that instantly made him smile. George deepened the kiss, grabbing the fabric of Ringo's jacket and taking a fistful of his hair at the back of his head. Ringo moaned lowly as George pushed his tongue into his mouth, feeling his sharp teeth teasingly nibble at his lip.

Ringo was the one to break the kiss when he felt himself getting a little flustered, he didn't want to end up being late because they had pushed the late night entertainment forward, that certainly wasn't a good way to make a first impression.

"Shouldn't we be heading off?" Ringo panted, his face still only inches away from George's.

"I suppose we have to." George smirked "But I expect to pick up where we left off once we get back to mine."

"If you insist." Ringo smiled awkwardly, and it made George smile too.

George stepped back then, adjusting himself for a final time in the mirror before heading out of the room. Ringo remained in front of the mirror, the nervousness of this important social event was beginning to sink in, and he worried that he wasn't going to fit in there. He remembered how the tailor had regarded him, how he could sense that Ringo wasn't one of them, and then imagined it on a larger scale with every one of George's friends turning their noses up at him. He had been so concerned with handling George that he hadn't even considered the magnitude of the situation. He looked pretty sharp, or so he thought, but was it good enough? He let out a sigh and saw George waiting for him in the doorway.

"Ringo, stop being ridiculous. You look gorgeous, now let's get driving or I'll get a belting from Paul for being late." George's words were serious but his smile was warm and it helped Ringo relax.

As Ringo walked past George into the hallway, George seized his hand swiftly and raised it up to lips, pressing a soft but long kiss on the back of palm, his gaze unbreakable from Ringo's before heading to the front door. Ringo blushed and followed behind the other man quickly, once again having the door opened for him and stepping out into the cold morning. George's car was waiting across the street, and the two of them walked towards it briskly. Before Ringo opened the car door, George tapped on the roof of the vehicle to grab his attention.

"You've got no need to be nervous. I won't know half the people there, and the other half I don't like." George chuckled "Just see it as an opportunity for free food and a lot of free drinks."

"How much is a lot?" Ringo forced a smile, but he couldn't fully hide his nerves.

"Well last time I went to one of these things, I woke up in the next town over with all my money gone and a headache that lasted a week." George smiled a toothy grin.

"Sorry I thought you were supposed to be convincing me to go?" Ringo raised his eyebrow.

"Ha ha." George said sarcastically "Look, we only really have to show our faces for a little bit. We can leave as soon as you've had enough of it all. But I don't think you're gonna wanna miss seeing John picking another fight with a lamppost."

Ringo sniggered "Well, I can't miss that now can I?"

George just smiled then climbed into the car, Ringo following suit. Before they set off, George placed his hand on top of Ringo's and squeezed it tightly. Ringo let out a breath he wasn't even realising he was holding, then turned his hand around so that he could interlock his fingers with George's. It only made his heart race faster as he felt George's skin against his own in such an innocent and affectionate way. It was reassuring to know that he didn't have to hide this, at least not right now, or for the rest of the day. Even if it was living in a fantasy world somewhat, he would enjoy it for now at least. George squeezed his hand once more, running his thumb slowly across the back of Ringo's hand before pulling his hand away and starting the car.

Ringo had a feeling that this was going to be one of the best day's of his life, and it was only the beginning of a whole series of things. The beginning of his life with George. He could get used to saying that.

[writerman]

hi my man i got a prompt request for u if thats ok :) : modern au thranduil is gay and cant drive also he cant do math,,, we need stupid twink representation ;))))))

Thank you for this I need to write something light-hearted after my last prompt! I just want to let you know that I also cannot do maths and had to google the answer to this insanely easy maths problem. Also I can’t drive… because I don’t have a license.

So yah… read into that what you will!

This accidentally ended up being 2k+ words when it was meant to be shorter. Whoops!

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Tires screech followed by a crunch of metal colliding with metal.

A beat of silence before Bard cursed out loud from inside his car.

He'd been rear-ended and it sounded pretty bad, felt it too from the whiplash he was now suffering from being shoved forward by the impact.

Closing his eyes for a moment, Bard took a deep breath before removing his seat belt and climbing out of the car to speak with the other motorist.

Time slowed down for a moment as the most beautiful tall blond creature stepped out of their silver BMW and headed towards Bard looking almost sheepish at the damage to the rear bumper and tail lights.

Don't forgive him just because he's hot! Bard, don't forgive him just because he's hot. Just… don't do it. Boy, don't do it! His brain seemed to have sense but the brunet couldn't trust his mouth so remained silent as the blond approached still looking entirely horrified that he had caused such an incident.

"I'm so sorry…" The blond began, he was well-spoken and seemed genuine in his apology, though Bard wasn't sure he was taking in anything he said.

Clearing his throat Bard looked between his car and the others and sighed as though reluctant to say what he was going to propose to the other.

"I wasn't paying attention at all, and yes, I am well aware that I'm obviously a bad driver for that sole reason, but if you'd be so kind as to hear me out on this," He flipped his long blond hair over his shoulder as he spoke and Bard felt any hope for the situation slowly deflate and dissolve, he was just too in awe of the creature stood before him in a form-fitting grey suit and lavender shirt.... "Let's forget insurance companies and let me pay you for the damage outside of all that legal stuff, yes?"

Was he one of those millionaires that didn't seem bothered by any bill under 10,000?!

It was then that Bard realised the blond probably didn't have insurance. Out of frustration he rubbed at his brow his eyes closed hoping some semblance of sense could be gleaned from the man before him.

Though, really keeping the insurance companies out of this wasn't a bad idea. It could work out assuming this man gave him legitimate contact details.

"My name is Thranduil by the way. Let me… give you my number." He fumbled in his jacket pocket for something before eventually pulling out a phone, Bard followed suit and did the same, they exchanged contact info and Bard confirmed that once he had a price for the repairs he would call or text the blond.

He received a bright smile at this before Thranduil demurely said, "You know, if we hadn't met in such embarrassing circumstances I would have asked you out for a drink."

For a split second Bard was catapulted into a state of shock and he very nearly suggested they should do so anyway but he remembered he was meant to be picking the kids up from his ex-wife's apartment and all his sense and logic came flooding back.

You can't forgive him because he's hot, Bard! This is your brain speaking and you should really REALLY listen.

That was the end of that and Bard dismissed what Thranduil had said with an uneasy laugh before they parted ways.

When he finally made it to Mari's apartment he had to take a seat and explain what happened, and he was completely honest about it all. Even when he considered letting the handsome stranger take him out.

"Oh wow, you've had quite the afternoon then. Wish hot guys would crash into the back of me… wait… no, but still as Sigrid would say 'Big Mood'.

No idea if I'm even using that right." She dismissed her own words by giving a lacklustre flourish of her free hand, the other holding a take out coffee cup.

"He sounds like your type Bard, ya know, hot... and it wouldn't kill you to get out there and date even if he IS a dangerous driver. No one is perfect." Mari shrugged before taking a sip of her coffee. She seemed more understanding of the situation than he but it wasn't like her car had been banged up.

"Yeah… probably not gonna happen. He likely wanted to try and get out of paying for my car. Uh... where are the kids?"

"Not everyone is a skeevy loser trying to rob you, Bard. Kids are still at their swimming class, Jack will be home with them soon." Jack was Mari's husband, they met in Seattle while Mari was away on business, he was an all-round great guy and loved the kids. Bard had no problems with him. They’d shared a few beers and sometimes they talked sports, though Bard generally didn't have much to say on college football because they were in England and Jack hadn't realised that most people didn't care about American sports all that much.

"I suppose I'll hang around until they're back then. Oh… actually, I'll take the car to the garage and see if I can get a quote on how much the repairs will be."

Mari waved him off and he left without another word.

All in all the repairs wouldn't cost all that much. The bumper was heavily scratched and dented but some buffing and a paint job would fix that and the lights were easily replaced. It wouldn't be too expensive and Bard wondered if he should just forget about asking Thranduil to pay for it.

Instantly his brain whirred into gear.

Don't forgive him because he's hot!!!! He did this so he should pay! Don't let the hot man win!

Pulling out his phone Bard composed a text explaining the price of the repairs and that he'd be happy if he just gave him 60% of the bill.

Right away he received a reply.

[Guy That Wrecked My Car] No problem. But what is 60% of £300?

[Guy That Wrecked My Car] It's ok I'll Google it or something.

He's a dumbass that can't drive and can't do math… and, dammit, you think he's hot, Bard. Resist asking him out. RESIST.

[Guy That Wrecked My Car] Maths is so hard. I'm a busy man I don't have time to do this. Can't I just pay the whole £300 and you can buy me a drink or something and we can call it even?

For awhile Bard just blinked down at his phone, this man was clearly adamant in trying to take him out. Still, he knew he had to refuse…

Didn't he?

The phone began to ring and in his surprise Bard almost dropped the device, regaining his grip on it he answered the phone to hear the smooth voice of Thranduil floating through the speaker.

"Didn't you receive my message?"

"Yeah, sure did."

"Well?"

"Just pay me £180 and we're fine."

"What an odd figure to pull out of thin air." Came the annoyed response, Bard nearly hung up.

"Ah, sure, don't know why I even said that." Bard's reply drier than the desert but it went right over Thranduil's head who just huffed again down the phone.

"Well, let's meet up and I'll pay you. I assume cash is alright?"

Man, he sounded like a damn snob on the phone, much less apologetic than earlier and not as peppy as he was in his texts.

Something didn't seem right but Bard didn't really know this man well enough to confirm why so he shrugged it off and agreed on a time and gave him the address of the garage before disconnecting the call.

Weird guy…

When Thranduil showed up he was in an entirely different car than the one involved in the crash, and it took Bard a moment to realise, that in his haste to fix his own car, he hadn’t checked if the blond was ok or if his car had survived.

As he was approached by the beauty it was Bard’s turn to offer a slightly apologetic smile in greeting but it only caused the blond’s brows to knit together in confusion at the sudden tender gesture.

“I didn’t get to ask if you were alright earlier, you might have crashed into me but you still could have been injured on impact… I’m sorry that I didn’t check you or your car.” There was silence between them and for a second Bard believed that his statement may have been completely ignored until a dark pink blush bloomed over Thranduil’s cheeks and he looked away for a moment mumbling that he was fine and there was nothing to worry about.

“See, you say that but you’re in a different car and maybe you’re good at hiding your pain. I would feel better if you absolutely told me the truth. Are you ok?” He tried to offer what he believed to be a gentle smile as Thranduil looked back to him.

“My car was scratched but it remains in one piece and only requires paint to fix it. I am in good health, nothing hurt but my pride… I suppose.”

“Can’t handle crashing into someone and having to deal with it like an adult?” Bard joked he had hoped to coax a smile out of the blond but so far he remained stoic and he wondered if Thranduil had gotten into some trouble for the crash or was just having a really bad day that continued after their incident.

Either way, it didn’t sit well with Bard and he had no idea why.

It shouldn’t really matter to him if Thranduil was in good spirits or not, he was only really there to pay for the damage he had caused by being reckless while driving, whatever he had been doing to cause him to crash into a parked car… it must have been bloody well interesting.

“Strangely, not the reason for my bruised ego, I assure you.”

“It really should be why you’re so embarrassed, to be honest,” Bard muttered quietly as he accepted the cash and scowled when he counted out £300 rather than the agreed 60%- though, truthfully, Thranduil had not agreed to anything but to pay him.

“Do you really not know what 60% of £300 is?” He was counting the bills as he spoke but when he looked up he saw a faint blush creeping over the blond’s pale skin again and he guessed that maths really wasn’t this man’s strong point.

“Calculators were invented for a reason, you know.” Was all Thranduil said and Bard bit back a chuckle though he couldn’t quite hide his smile. Regardless of the way he spoke this man was quite adorable and he had to admit to his credit Thranduil did show up and pay the full amount, most people would have given fake details.

“You really don’t have to pay the full thing.”

“Let me do this, it’s bad enough you won’t let me take you out!” The blond fumed almost pouting like a petulant child over the fact he couldn’t persuade Bard to go out for a drink.

In his defence, he barely knew the guy but then again, getting a drink with him would mean talking and he would get to know him if they met up again. Did- did Thranduil was to take him out on a date that badly?

It wasn’t like Bard hadn’t been struggling to resist asking him out, he had been rendered speechless the second he saw him and even though they had spent a measly 15 minutes together in their entire lives… he did find him sweet.

Perhaps there would be no harm in grabbing coffee with him or a drink maybe even dinner?

Offering Thranduil a lopsided grin he threw his hands up as a gesture of ‘what the hell!’.

“Sure, let’s go out sometime. Coffee, dinner, whatever you want. You have my number let’s talk soon.” With that, he turned on his heel and headed back to the garage leaving a dazed Thranduil stood by his car brimming with excitement.

Mari was probably right.

Not everyone is a skeevy loser trying to rob you.

Sometimes they’re beautiful creatures who can’t drive and can’t do math who want to date you…

[featherypromises]

Rp transcription part 5: Fever dreams

Jungkook seemed to be in a dark place. In a haze he saw Taehyung in front of him. He was wrapped in the arms of another person who's face he couldn't see. He kissed the figure passionately and turned to smirk at Jungkook with a mockingly raised eyebrow. 'Why would I ever want to be with someone like you? Please grow up!' Taehyung turned and walked away fading into blackness. 

'NO!' He cried, beating his hands against an invisible barrier that separated him from Tae. If he could just explain... but he couldn't even hear him now, 

"Tae..." he moaned, twisting the sheets and kicking free of the blankets, "Tae... come back! I love you!"

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Taehyung went inside the room and was instantly surprised to find the younger thrashing and screaming. He swore under his breath and ran to Jungkook. 

The younger's words confused Taehyung. W-What did he mean? Why was he saying that he loved him? What was going on?! 

Regardless, Taehyung pulled Jungkook into his arms and gently rocked him back and forth. "Shhh, bunny, shhh... It's just a nightmare, baby, wake up."

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Jungkook opened teary eyes and saw Taehyung above him. He gasped breathlessly and began to sob "I'm sorry" again and again into his hyung's chest. He clutched at the older man as though he might turn to vapor before his eyes and slip away.

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Taehyung rubbed Jungkook's back soothingly and cooed slightly. "Aww, bunny, no~ It's okay, it was just a nightmare~ Don't cry~"

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Jungkook hiccupped trying to stop the panicky sobs. The parting words of the nightmare Taehyung were ringing in his ears. 'Please grow up!' He crammed a clenched fist against his mouth keeping it shut and tried to breathe through his nose. It was too stuffy so he shook as he tried to breathe slowly. "I-I'm s-sorry. I sh-shouldn't get so upset over a st-stupid nightmare."

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"No, no, honey, it's fine. Everyone is allowed to get upset over nightmares, besides, you've got a bad fever. Those always make nightmares worse." He said softly. He just wanted Jungkook to smile and feel better again.

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Jungkook swiped roughly at his eyes with the backs of his hands, and took a few more deep breaths to compose himself. He nodded quickly, only halfway taking the words to heart.

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Taehyung sighed. "Hold on, let me take your temperature..." He mumbled. He'd brought the thermometer with him, so he took it from the bedside table and placed it under Jungkook's tongue.

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The awkward device beeped and Jungkook pulled it out, blinking at the numbers, 38.7. At least he knew why his head hurt now. He sniffled congestedly, feeling stiff and achy. He rubbed at his nose and cringed when it made a squishing sound under his fist.

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Taehyung gulped and pulled out his phone to text Namjoon.

[Tae: kook's temp is 38.7°... hyung this is bad... and he had a nightmare a few mins ago... idk what to do]

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Rapmon's phone buzzed again. He pulled it out holding up his pointer finger at Yoongi before stepping out of the studio. As he read the text, he cringed. "Poor Kid,..." he typed out a question that a doctor had asked him over the phone when Hobi was sick with pneumonia. [RM: Poor guy... is he sweating or is his skin dry and hot?]

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Taehyung glanced over to Jungkook and pressed the back of his hand against Jungkook's cheek to check.

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Jungkook leaned into the hand, it felt soft and smooth. Immediately he grew self conscious. He felt gross and was sweating. He was sure Taehyung would be grossed out by him like this.

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Taehyung sighed and pouted in sympathy. The younger looked so tired and sick. 

He kept his hand where it was and texted Namjoon again.

[Tae: hes sweating]

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[RM: Ok, that's the silver lining here, Tae-Tae. The sweat needs to come off, either a lukewarm shower or bath or a wet cloth if he can't be safe in the bathroom alone. This means his temperature will come down pretty soon, at least a little. Try to get some fever reducers in him. He will probably need a change of clothes too. Do you want me to come back to the house?]

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Taehyung took a deep breath as he took all the information in. 

[Tae: alright, I'll start the water in the bathroom. u can stay there, i'll be fine :)]

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[RM: ok, I trust u, Tae. If something changes, & u need me, just let me know.] 

Jungkook looked at Taehyung studying his phone's screen and had seen him typing away at warp speed.  He cocked his head to one side, a little curious. 

"Who are you talking with, Hyung?" The maknae rubbed at his nose again. The congestion was uncomfortable.

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"Just Namjoon-hyung." He answered with a small smile. "Stay here, I'm gonna go start the water in the bathroom so you can take a bath, okay?" He said, getting up.

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Jungkook gave him a small shy smile and nodded. 

"Thank you, hyung, for everything. I can do it though, you still aren't feeling well either. " he sniffled, trying to breathe. He leaned over and got a few tissues, blowing his nose, emptying first one nostril (with a pop in his ear that made him wince under the tissue) then the other. His nose was pink and irritated looking, but he could breathe a bit better.

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Taehyung sighed. "Kook, don't worry about me, okay? Sure, I'm not feeling well, but you're feeling worse than me. So let me help you, okay?" He said, rubbing Jungkook's shoulder soothingly.

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Jungkook bit his lip. He was worried, he couldn't help himself. Even if Taehyung never... loved Jungkook the same way that the younger man loved his hyung. 

He paused. He loved Taehyung. He suddenly realized that what he felt was love.

He went beet red and looked carefully at the designs on the comforter with significantly more focus than he had ever done before.

Oh geez, what the heck should he do now?

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Taehyung noticed his flushed cheeks but mistook it for something related to how sick he was. He sighed and, without thinking, pressed a small kiss to Jungkook's head. He pulled back, blushing profusely and smiling. "Wait here, I'll come get you when the bath is done."

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Jungkook was absolutely stunned. Oh, and how unbelievably handsome his hyung looked at that moment with the slight pinkish hue on his cheeks and a shy smile. 

It almost undid Jungkook completely. His cheeks felt like they would catch on fire. Only sheer willpower kept him upright.

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Taehyung went to the bathroom, a bright smile on his face. He started the water and hummed happily to himself.

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When Taehyung left, Jungkook let himself fall back onto the bed, bouncing slightly as the mattress adjusted. 

What was that...?!? He had finally lost it... or the fever was making him hallucinate! But he had felt it. The softest exhale and the most tender kiss. 

He cupped his scarlet face with his hands. Oh good grief... now he was really torn. This kiss was sweet, maybe it was just a affectionate, caring hyung doting on the youngest member...

But then... why the blush?... 

Until now, he would never have even dared to hope that Taehyung felt anything close to romantic love for him. Could it be possible? Had he save Korea in another lifetime to get that lucky? 

He decided to wait and see. He was still too uncertain to say anything one way or another. He had no clue that he had already said the words to Taehyung that he wanted to tell him more than anything else in this world. I love you.

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As the bath filled up, Taehyung pondered about, well, Jungkook. It hurt him to know that he'd caused the younger to get sick.

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Jungkook shook himself out of his runaway thoughts. He pulled himself into a sitting position slowly and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He was still in the same clothes from the previous day, and they clung to him uncomfortably. He would get a fresh set for after the bath from his room. 

He stood with an effort, his achy joints protesting. He kept one hand on the wall and walked slowly down the hall to his room. He went over to his dresser and pulled out a t-shirt and a soft pair of plaid pjs pants. He set the new clothes on the bed and went to his closet to get the sweatshirt.  On the closet door were selca pictures of him with the other members. His eyes landed on one of him and Tae when they were younger. He pulled it down and looked at it feeling nostalgic and happy.

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Taehyung came back into the living room. "Kookie, the bath is-" He trailed off when he saw that Jungkook was there and panicked. "Jungkook!?" He called frantically.

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Jungkook heard his name being called. He try to respond by shouting, but his throat failed him at the worst possible time, and he began to cough instead. 

Trying to catch his breath between coughs, he sat on the edge of his bed, coughing into a closed fist.

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Taehyung swore under his breath and started to look around the house, calling Jungkook's name as he went.

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Jungkook heard Taehyung's voice again, this time he heard the emotion behind his name, was that anger... or fear? Oh, he hadn't told Tae where he was. His eyes watered as he struggled to take a full breath. At last he managed a fairly loud, "M'Here!" before he was coughing and sputtering again.

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Taehyung let out a small sigh of relief and a, "Oh thank god," before rushing to Jungkook's room and wrapping him in a hug. "Aww, honey, just breathe, okay?"

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Jungkook's eyes were teary as he struggled to control his body. At last, he whispered a hoarse,

"M'okay..." he coughed twice more, "sorry..." he gave Taehyung the smallest smile, feeling terrible for scaring his hyung. He reached up with the hand he hadn't coughed on and raised it to Taehyung's cheek cupping it in his hand; stroking it gently with his thumb.

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Taehyung sighed and pouted slightly. "You really aren't feeling good, are you, bunny?" He sympathized.

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As if drawn in by a tractor beam, the younger man's hand moved to Taehyung's chin and his thumb moved over the older man's lips, smoothing the pout away. 

His voice was hoarse and deepened by the coughing fit, but he was smiling as he looked into the smaller man's eyes.

"None of that..." he said gently, "this was my choice, and I would make the same choices again in a heartbeat. I knew I'd get sick, but being sick with you is a thousand times better than letting you deal with this alone."

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Taehyung smiled softly his cheeks and ears burning red from Jungkook's actions. "I don't know about that, Kookie. Would you seriously rather go through his nasty virus that laze away and be able to properly breath without having to worry about sneezing or coughing or.. anything?" He questioned.

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"Only if you got the same chance. Like I said, I hate to see you hurting, Taehyung. Sick or healthy as long as it is with you, it's all I could want."

Jungkook smiled and looked down, before adding "No guilt-tripping yourself about this..." The maknae's face was inches away from Taehyung's and looked up into Taehyung's blushing face, his large eyes held wells of emotion and an unspoken question.

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Taehyung swallowed, his cheeks flushing bright red and his eyes wide. The temptation to kiss him was strong. So strong. But... Jungkook had a fever. He didn't want to take advantage of that.

With a shaky sigh, he said, "I won't. Now come on, the bath is ready."

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Jungkook sighed. He had hoped and those hopes were still there, a bit dented, but there. He was not as cautious as he should have been but the older man hadn't pushed him away or told him to stop. That small victory was enough for now. He got up slowly and collected the clothes and the photo and followed Taehyung down the hall.

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Taehyung looped his arm around Jungkook gently and squeezed, hoping against hope that the small action would convey the millions of words he couldn't bring himself to say.

When they reached the bathroom, he turned around and gestured for Jungkook to take off his clothes and get in the tub.

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The gentle sign of affection from Taehyung encouraged him... but even Jungkook's courage had limits. Especially when they entered the bathroom and Tae turned away and motioned for him to get undressed. 

Now he felt his face getting redder and redder, the more he thought of it, the worse it got. He stammered, his voice cracked, and he wanted to sink into the cracks in the linoleum.

"H-Here?!? But... oh, geez..."

He looked down at the floor.

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"I-I can leave if you want... I just wanted to s-stay in case something h-happened and... yeah..." He muttered awkwardly, blushing bright red.

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"N-n-no... I understand. Thank you, h-hyung. I'm sorry to put you through this." He swallowed with difficulty and pulled his flannel shirt off revealing the t-shirt. Next he pulled the t-shirt over his head causing his hair to flop into his eyes. He shook his head to move it, as he normally would and regretted it instantly. His vision blurred as his body objected to the fast movement. His knees buckled and he fell none too gently on his bottom with thump. This was why Tae had asked to stay. Because he was too shaky to be on his own. Jungkook blushed with shame.

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Taehyung gasped and, despite the fact that Jungkook was shirtless in front of him, ran to the younger's side and helped him back up. "Are you alright? Are you hurt? Did something bad happen?" He asked, concern evident in his voice and features.

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"No, I just was dumb and got a little dizzy. Only my pride is hurt.." He said, "Sorry for scaring you.

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Taehyung breathed out a sigh of relief and smiled. "It's fine, I'm just glad you're okay." He sat Jungkook down on the lid of the toilet seat. "Change here, it might help with the dizziness."

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He tugged the sweat pants down and off leaving him in just his boxers, shivering.  

What would happen if he removed those and fell again?!? He didn't think he could cope. Instead, he said, 

"I'm going to leave my boxers on, just in case,... I mean... if I fall or slip and you have to,... it's just like a swim suit right?"

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"Alright... Can I turn around?" He asked quietly.

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Jungkook swallowed, turning pink. 

"Y-yes..."

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Taehyung took a deep breath and turned around. He willed himself not to pay much attention to how toned Jungkook was and helped him into the bath.

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Jungkook was shivering from nerves and the cool air on his skin. The water would probably have felt warm to a person without a fever, but Jungkook bit his lip as his skin blossomed with goosebumps. He slowly lowered into the water with help from Taehyung and tried not to whine.

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Taehyung sighed when noticing this and bit his lip. "Your fever must be really high..." He mumbled to himself. 

"Okay! So, um, here's how this is going to work.." He started awkwardly. "I guess I'll take the shower head and.. uh.. wash you down so that all the sweat comes off you, and then if you want to lather yourself? U-Um... Unless you need me to help, of course..." He rambled, speaking fast the whole time.

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Jungkook felt his teeth chatter a bit. He needed help. He hated that he did, but he couldn't risk injury at this point

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Taehyung frowned and put his hand into the water. It wasn't cold at all. This really worried him.

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"I-I'll be alright... I can get my arms and front but I can't really get the back of me without feeling dizzy." Jungkook smiled at Taehyung in spite of himself. The quicker they finished the sooner he could dry off and get into clean warm pjs.

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Taehyung took a deep breath and nodded, smiling back. "Alright, I'll wait." He sat down on the lid of the toilet seat and pulled out his phone.

[beanfic]

Summertime Sadness - Ch. 3

Word count: 1990

Warnings: Talk of porn, alcohol, underage drug usage and language

Author’s note: I hope you enjoy this chapter! It made me giggle when rereading it! Also, music played a huge role when writing this series so I am going to do song suggestions to listen to while reading the chapter! At the very end of the series I am going to make a huge playlist of all the songs but I don’t want to accidentally spoil anything with a song...if that is even possible. Oh well, enjoy chapter 3 :)

Song suggestion: Red Red Wine by UB40 & LDN by Lily Allen

You flickered your eyes open to see your little sister staring at you. The light in the room immediately killed your head, and you slammed a pillow on top of your face groaning into it.

“I heard you got drunk, and vomited all over Johnny.”

“Yep, that all happened. God my head is fucking killing me.”

“You’re not supposed to say fuck in front of me.”

“You just said it though, Bri.” You peeked underneath your pillow and she was still staring at you.

“Did you have your first kiss? Did you have sex?” she asked eagerly.

“Bri, if I had sex I wouldn’t be home right now.”

“Okay, so no sex. Did you kiss anyone?”

“Sort of,” you rubbed your eyes and sat up. “We played spin the bottle and I had to kiss this really attractive guy, but it was just a peck.”

“There we go! One day you will finally tongue dance with someone, don’t worry.”

“Tongue dancing? That sounds disgusting.” You threw your sheets off of you and started to get up.

“I can’t believe you got drunk though, I want to drink.”

“No. No you don’t. It sucks.” You held your head again as a sharp pain shot through it.

“Mom and Dad are really mad.”

“I know, I’m grounded.”

“Why did you come home then? If I were you I would have just stayed at Mariah’s.” She had a point, but you knew that Johnny also told you to call him in case you wanted to go home.

“I hate that you have more street smarts than me.”

She shrugged, “What can I say.”

Bri finally left your room, and you started to get dress. You knew you had to go downstairs and confront your parents sooner or later.

On your way downstairs you ran into Johnny. He just glared at you, and then started to chuckle to himself as he headed back to his room.

“Goodmorning,” you mumbled to your mom who was sitting in her chair drinking a cup of coffee.

“How are you feeling?” She looked up from the book she was reading and started to analyze you.

“I’m fine,” you lied. The last thing you were going to do was explain to her that you were severely hungover. “How long am I grounded for?”

“I talked to your dad and we decided to not ground you, but you are going to have a curfew from now on. Be home by 11 every night.”

“11? Mom it’s summer! That’s so early.”

“Would you rather be grounded and not able to do anything?”

“No. Thank you for not grounding me.”

“No problem. Next time don’t drink while you’re underage.”

You wanted to argue with her and tell her how Johnny use to drink, and he has smoked pot, but it was no use to start another fight. You were happy that you weren’t grounded.

You ate your breakfast silently, and a text from Mariah got your attention.

Want 2 go 2 the carnival w/ me 2night?

“Hey mom, Mariah invited me to go to the carnival with her tonight. Can I go? I’ll be home by 11, I promise.”

“As long as you don’t break any more rules.”

“I won’t.”

You texted mariah back.

Yes! That sounds fun, can u pick me up?

You finished your breakfast and headed upstairs to take a shower. It was already around noon since you slept in so much. Your shower was quick, and you braided your hair instead of letting it air dry.

You still had a few couple hours before Mariah was going to pick you up so you decided to go write some poetry. You had been writing poetry for the past four years. It was like journaling for you, it helped you fight those internal battles.

You sat on your bed and grabbed your poetry notebook, which was a leather book, and grabbed a red ballpoint pen.

A kiss. Soft & Sweet.

You looked out your window for inspiration but none was really coming to you. You looked down at what you had wrote, and laughed to yourself. It was four words but pretty much summed up last night.

You wished that you had at least got his number. You knew you could probably ask Tyler for it, but you didn’t to be that girl.

You decided to head over to Jonny’s room and talk to him for a little. He always made you feel better when you were down.

His door was closed but you didn’t knock, instead you shoved the door open. He was sitting at his desk, and up on his computer screen was porn.

“Do you ever fucking knock?” He screamed as he quickly exited out of the tab and pulled up his pants.

“You shouldn’t watch porn, that’s gross.”

“You should learn how to knock. What do you want?”

“Sorry was I busy interrupting something? Should I leave?”

“Stop being annoying.”

You laughed at his annoyance, and threw yourself on his bed.

“I’m bored and I wish I got this guys number from last night.” You flipped through a magazine that he had on his nightstand. It was about cars so you didn’t really understand it.

“Who’s the guy?”

“His name was Josh, but I didn’t get his last name. He’s friends with Tyler.”

“Tyler Joseph? Like Mariah's boy toy?”

“Yep, that Tyler.”

“It’s probably Josh Dun. I know him from high school, he’s a total douchebag though.”

You didn’t want to believe your brother, he probably was thinking of another Josh. Josh was a pretty common name.

“Do you want to play Mario Kart with me?” you asked him so you could keep your mind off of last night. Your brother agreed, and you spent the next hour or so beating your brother at the game.

“How are you so good at this game?” he asked you. You shrugged.

“I’m going to go get ready for the carnival, Mariah will be here soon.” You headed back to your room to figure out what to wear.

You thumbed through your closet until you decided on a pair of skinny jeans and a black tank top with a dark green cardigan. You took your hair out of your braid so it was now wavy. You applied some mascara and you called it good.

You got a text from Mariah signaling that she was here so you headed downstairs.

“Mariah’s here, I’ll be home before 11!” you kissed your mom on the way out. You could hear her yelling something behind you but you decided to ignore her.

“Hey girl!” Mariah said as you opened the door and got in.

“How are you feeling?” you asked.

“I felt horrible this morning,” she laughed. “How about you?”

“I had the worst headache ever.” You laughed as well.

You both jammed out to music all the way to the carnival. You found parking and got out. It was about a five minute walk from the parking lot to the carnival grounds. It was dirty and you instantly regretted wearing white shoes.

“I see Becca and Grace!” Mariah said, pointing ahead. You saw your two friends standing there three other guys.

“Hey Becca! Hey Grace!” you hugged each one.

“Hey Y/N, this is Theo, and this is his boyfriend Dylan!”

“Hey nice to meet you two!” you shook their hands.

“And this is Mike, he’s Dylan’s cousin!”

“Hey Mike, I’m Y/N!” you shook his hand.

“I found a good corner to go smoke, let’s go!” Theo said, grabbing Dylan’s hand and walking away. Becca, Grace and Mike followed them but you grabbed Mariah’s hand.

“I didn’t know we were smoking.”

“I didn’t know either, but who cares?”

You both met up with them in this corner behind a bathroom building. Theo pulls out a small glass pipe that was translucent rainbow. He took out a little grinder with marijuana in it. He filled the hole, and took out a lighter that was also rainbow colored. He lit it and took a hit.

You really hated the smell of weed so you decided to go on a walk. You told Mariah you were going to be right back, and you headed around the corner towards the games.

You spotted one of those games where you threw balls at pins. You gave the attendant a dollar bill, and he handed you four balls. The first one you threw missed completely, and the second one barely grazed by one of the pins. You wounded up your arm, getting ready to throw the third ball before you were startled by a voice.

“I think you’re supposed to hit the pins.”

You turned around to see Josh, from the party last night, smiling at you. He was wearing a red shirt with black ripped jeans again.

“Oh hey! If you think you could do better then be my guest,” you handed him the last two balls.

“Watch this,” he gave you a little wink making your stomach start fluttering again. You watched him throw both balls hitting two pins down. You were shocked.

“How did you do that?”

“I’m a natural! Plus I’m a drummer so I have lots of arm strength,” he lifted his arm up to flex, making you smile like a dummy.

The attendant handed Josh a little beanie baby for knocking two pins down. It was a little bear wearing a red dress.

“Here you go,” he handed you the little bear.

“For me?”

“For you!”

“Why thank you!” You took it and started to look at it, trying to not smile like an idiot.

“Want to go on a walk and talk?” Josh asked and you nodded.

“What’s your full name?”

“Joshua William Dun.”

Shit. Johnny did know him.

“Dun? That’s a cool last name.”

“What’s your full name?”

“Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N.”

“Y/L/N?”

“Yep!”

“Do you have a brother named Johnny?”

“Yeah, I do!” you said nervously. What if he didn't like him. You didn’t want your brother being a reason you and this handsome man don’t start talking.

“Do you want to go on a ride?” he asked, changing the subject.

“I get sick easily,” you lied. You hated rides, you were especially terrified of carnival rides.

“Oh c’mon, I’ll hold you so you feel safe.”

Wow. He was smooth, you had to admit.

“Okay, Dun.”

“Okay, Y/L/N.” He smiled at you, making you smile in return. He walked you over to this ride that goes really fast and round. Your heart started to race as you stood in line.

“Hey Josh, can I ask a question?” you broke the silence.

“Go for it.”

“How old are you?”

He laughed, “I’m 22, almost 23.”

“Wow, I’m only 18, but my 19th birthday is in September.”

“You look old for your age,” he looked at you up and down making you blush.

“I get that a lot.”

It was your guys turn to go on the ride, and your hands were sweating. You followed Josh to a seat of two. You buckled your seat belt, triple checking it was on right.

The ride was intense, but it didn’t last that long. You tried not to scream, but when you saw Josh letting out tiny screams you decided to do it too. He kept on looking at you during the ride, even though you kept your eyes closed most of the time.

When the ride was over, you could barely walk. Your head was rushing and your breathing was short.

“That was intense,” you whispered.

“Yeah, it was,” he smiled at you again. “Hey, can I get your number?”

“Yeah!” you took your phone out and handed it to him. He put his number in and named his contact ‘Dun’.

“You know, Y/L/N, you’re gorgeous when you’re nervous,” he reached over and touched your shoulder, taking your breath away.

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Flirting with Danger

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human

Pairing: Connor x OC, Connor x Female Reader

Rated: T

Chapter Summary: Gavin attempts put the moves on (who he doesn't know is) Connor's girlfriend - it doesn't go so well. AKA: Once you go Plastic, you don't go back. ;3

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A03

Where the fuck was Connor?

That was the only thought currently flitting through her mind as she casually strolled around the spacious office of the DPD Detective unit.

As intriguing as this new environment may had been for the first couple minutes, it wasn't anymore. She'd already read and re-read all the small stickers and notes littering Hank's desk and computer (as hilariously entertaining as that was) as well as felt incredibly morose about the lack of personal effects at Connor's workspace (and reminding herself to buy him something to make it less dreary and depressing later), now she was just egregiously bored.

A digital clock adorning the wall telling her it had already been twenty minutes that she'd been waiting for the RK800 to arrive so they could go on their weekly date night, but so far, there was no sign of him or his partner, Lieutenant Hank Anderson.

Growing agitated, impatient and admittedly anxious with his uncharacteristically prolonged absence, she found herself pulling out her phone.

where r u? ur late! - she quickly messaged her boyfriend.

My sincerest apologies for keeping you waiting but there was a sudden break in a trying case that desperately needing attending. It shouldn't be too much longer since we're finishing up at the crime scene; I should be there within a reasonable amount of time. - The Android wrote back a few moments later with typical perfect punctuation, grammar and spelling.

Fondly rolling her eyes, she shot back - reasonable? wtf does that mean? how long?

I regret to inform you that cannot give you an exact time frame given the situation but what I can give you is a fair estimate of no longer than seventeen minutes including driving time whilst putting traffic into consideration. Is that reasonable by your definitions? - was his written response a few seconds later.

"Dammit…" she muttered. Tempted to not write him back simply to pull at his circuits, but with nothing the fuck else to do, she felt compelled to respond regardless.

its fine. c u soon - she started but added at the end - & u better stay safe, ok?

Leaning her back against Connor's desk and staring at her cell phone, she waited for a notification signaling that he'd written back. While distracted with the glowing screen, she had no idea that her presence inadvertently caught the attention of someone else who happened to stroll into the deserted office.

I intend to remain undamaged so please don't worry about my welfare. I shall see you at the precinct as soon as Lieutenant Anderson and I have completed our task. I look forward to our weekly outing tonight. - his text read and as grumpy as she was for having to wait way longer than intended, she smiled.

Connor was damn near impossible to stay angry at…

me too. xoxo - she sent back, smirking while picturing his cute inquisitive face he'd have while reading it.

"...Uh, hey there," a man's voice right in front of her suddenly materialized. "You lost, doll? You need directions or something?"

Lifting her attention from the cell phone, she was met with the gray-ish green eyes of a man essentially her same (with heeled boots) height. Unshaven face and wolfish grin greeting her might have been roguishly handsome to some women but there was something about his cocky smile that instantly rubbed her the wrong way.

Firming her stance from the previous slouch over her phone, she replied, "No, I'm fine. Thank you."

Thinking the strange interaction was over, she glanced back down at her phone but Connor hadn't responded and probably wouldn't til he arrived. A few brief moments passed and she felt a presence not only nearby, but closer. Raising her eyes, she saw the man had approached her and seemed to be languidly sizing her up. She wasn't sure what to think; curiously stunned that he hadn't left after she answered. While mildly irked by this stranger's sudden (unwanted) presence, she was far from unkind and didn't want to inadvertently offend Connor's coworkers so she gave him a polite (get the fuck away from me) smile before shifting her gaze toward the front doors of the DPD; fervently praying to see a cute head of tousled brown hair and puppy-dog eyes sauntering in much early than anticipated…

No such luck.

Seemingly undeterred by her obvious disinterest in conversing, the man cleared his throat in an attempt at regaining her attention.

"Are you sure? I've never seen you around here before and you're obviously not a new recruit unless we changed up the dress-code… " He didn't even bothering disguising the way his vision casually slid down her body; resting his eyes a second too long on her modest amount of cleavage peeking above her beige top. "Nope. Definitely don't work here." he chuckled.

Hurry up, Connor…

"You're right. I don't," she replied, pocketing her phone against her better judgement.

Shit! She could have simply faked getting a phone call…

The male shrugged, obviously not knowing when to quit; eyes finally meeting hers where he smirked at her with a dodgy glint in his stare. "That's actually too bad. It'd be a nice change to get more women on our force; especially one as attractive as yourself, if you don't mind me saying," he grinned devilishly as he got more into her personal space as if to whisper something. She leaned back a bit from his approach but it didn't deter him from continuing, "'Cause between you and me, babe, our Captain tends to hire way too many dykes."

She really hated being called multiple petnames within minutes of knowing anyone but she held back; really not in the mood to argue with a stranger tonight. Biting out instead, "So? As long as they do their job and do it well, shouldn't that be the only thing that matters? Seems rather ostentatious to ask anything else from them especially if it's something as petty as sexual orientation." Damn, Connor and his ridiculous vocabulary was rubbing off on her worse than she thought...

"Yeah, yeah," he grunted out. "Still would be nice to socialize with a woman at work who can't bench-press more than me."

"How is that their problem?" she asked, lifting a manicured brow at him. If he wasn't going to willingly leave her to wait alone, she had no choice but to play the bitch card.

It didn't work; he just smirked.

Dammit.

"Besides," she covered up her growing unease by slipping some hair behind her ear, "you're working at the Police Station - shouldn't you be focused on your job rather than some office hook up? It's a pretty damn important field of work that requires the utmost concentration on nothing but that task, don't you think?"

He shrugged, "You're right in that regard, and hey, it's whatever. I'm not hating on these woman who'd prefer to sleep with my sister than me, but fuck, it's just when you work as many hours as I do, this is really the only place I can meet people. And it wouldn't look good on my record if I started hitting on the women I arrest," he chuckled.

She outright rolled her eyes at that one, "Ever heard of a bar? Or hell, ain't no shame in online dating anymore, is there? That stigma died out like twenty years ago." Fuck, was she really giving this cocky jerk dating advice? Eh, if it kept him from blatantly hitting on her, she supposed it could be worse.

"I guess not," he sidled closer to her, "But still, the bar scene is tired for me; haven't been there much since I finished training at the Academy. And as far as online dating," he shouldered a grimace before uttering, "...Nah, I'd rather outright meet someone face to face - so hell, can you blame a guy when he walks in at the Police Department right before my shift ends and sees someone like you here - alone, and isn't in handcuffs?"

Having quite enough of his flirtatious behavior, she huffed before outright sliding away from him.

The man shook his head at her action but a smile tugged at his lips, "Relax! Since when is it a crime for a guy to compliment a beautiful woman?"

"It's not. It's a free country so compliment and flirt all you want til you're blue in the face. I don't care. I'm flattered, I am; just not interested so it'll just be a waste of yours and my time." she replied with a shrug.

"Whoa," he muttered, and why the hell did he sound almost impressed? …or was this like a challenge he seemed way too eager to take?

Either way, she didn't like the sound of it.

"Alright then. Playing hard to get but I gotcha. Point taken," he said, and just like that, it was almost as if he realized what he was doing; he straightened up and blurted out, "Aw fucking hell, where are my manners? I'm such an ass, no wonder you're suspicious, I didn't even fucking introduce myself. Sorry. The name's Detective Reed…but you may call me Gavin." he winked, holding his hand out for her to shake but hearing his name only caused her forced smile to fall.

Gavin Reed.

The name she recalled Connor and Hank mentioning on multiple occasions. Multiple colorful stories regarding the infamous Detective Reed and his propensity to be an royal prick signified most of their unpleasant interactions with him but in the forefront of her mind was hearing about three such particular incidences where this man had put a gun to Connor's head. One including a tussle in the evidence room where the man standing before her attempted to kill Connor had her Android boyfriend not had the upper hand on the situation…

Jaw clenching and hands shaking, she crossed her arms. Mouth hardened into a thin line but not wanting to give away her stance on the instantaneous and furious hatred of this man in front of her just yet, she smiled fiendishly behind her sweet demeanor.

Hell, this might actually be kinda fun.

"...You know what?" she chimed, giving him a disarming white smile. "Believe it or not, I've actually heard about you."

Gavin seemed shocked at first but it easily metamorphosed to being a little too giddy about that particular tidbit of information. "Heh. That really ain't no surprise there, babe, I am pretty much a legend around here."

His narcissism apparently knew no bounds…

"Oh really? You don't say…" she hoped she sounded at least mildly interested.

Flashing her a wolfish grin, he replied, "Sure am. Solved 92 percent of the cases handed to me - I know I would be promoted to Lieutenant too if the ol' Drunken Trainwreck retired already," he grumbled and her teeth clenched when she knew for sure he could only mean Hank…

What an absolute dick!

"Eh, it'll happen soon enough…the way he drinks, the fucker ain't living forever," his voice tapered off and she hid the uncomfortable grimace threatening to break her nonchalant mask when he slid his eyes over her again. "…But uh…enough about me."

Forcing herself not to flinch back on instinct, she stayed unmoving as Gavin sidled closer. The detective going as far as leaning his backside against Connor's desk she'd been resting against, hips nearly brushing and close enough to notice the aroma of his overpowering musky cologne - way too damn close for her liking.

"...So, what about you?"

"Not interested."

Gavin outright laughed, "Alright. Well, since ya already seem to be caught up on my illustrious achievements and don't feel like name dropping, how about you answer a question?"

Brows creasing in confusion, she asked, "…what?"

Clearing his throat and sitting up taller, he clarified, "In case you forgot, I work here. They don't let just anyone back here, so, relaying that information, you must have some excuse for hanging around the department this late. So? What is it? Planning anything illegal?" he asked, chuckle lacing his voice. "'Cause if you were, I might let you get off with a warning."

Not taking his flirtatious bait and ignoring his salacious wink, she replied, "If you must know, I'm waiting for someone."

"But they're not here," he waved out into the deserted offices - hell, even Fowler had left before she showed up.

"He will be -"

"Well, he isn't. Heh. Some man he is for leaving you here waiting all alone…"

She couldn't help but snort at that, "As if you would know…"

"Ouch." he smirked, placing a hand on his chest as if physically hit, "Wow, heh. You're feisty, I like that."

Wow, how desperate did he have to be that even being a outright bitch didn't stop his relentless flirting? At the end of her rope and really not feeling as if this was going nowhere good fast, she made a show of gingerly scooting away from Gavin's overbearing presence.

"Aw, don't be like that. I'm just saying that since he dares keep you waiting for this damn long, he's obviously not worth your time…" Undeterred by her less than eager response to his logic, he continued, "Tell you what, in apology for being kind of an ass earlier, how about I'll treat you to dinner?"

Sucking in some air through her teeth, she bit out, "I don't think my boyfriend would appreciate that." she didn't want to play the boyfriend card, but he left her no choice.

"...If this so called boyfriend was so worried, why did he leave you here alone?"

Eyebrows quirked, she couldn't help but crack a smile at that, "Here? Alone? At the Police Station?…Um, yeah, really dangerous here with a bunch of armed cops around."

"Can't trust anyone anymore, babe." he shrugged.

"Oh, even you?"

"I don't bite…unless you want me to," he fucking winked and she had to smile to hide her pained grimace. Dear God, was this guy perpetually stuck in high school?

"No thanks. Now, it's been nice chatting with you but I'm expecting him any minute, so, if you'll excuse me…" she said, pushing herself off of Connor's desk hoping to spend the rest of the wait in the ladies room. Anything to get away from this asshole.

"Don't want him getting jealous huh?" Gavin laughed lowly and it took every ounce of self-control to not punch this guy.

"Hardly," she replied, fully intending to leave when she remained in place at Gavin's next words.

"So, who's this mystery guy you're waiting for, hmm? New recruit? Fowler would give them this shitty shift if they are. Let me guess… Det. Avery? Tall? Sturdy? Kind of a meathead but works well? You dating him? I hope not because, come on, girl, you could do a lot better than that."

Swallowing back some biting remarks, she said, "Even if I was, why would I tell you?"

"You're right. You're way out of his league. ...How about Damien? Would figure you'd date him - Fuckin' pretty boy is always showing off…but I coulda swore the dude was gay though with all the strange looks he shoots me by the urinals…"

She hated how the gay panic that flashed onto Gavin's face almost made her bust out laughing but she definitely wasn't giving him the satisfaction of reacting to any of his jokes even if they were completely unintentional. Regardless, she didn't deny or affirm his suspicions, merely kept her eyes glued to where she fervently prayed Connor would appear any second…

Please…!

Gavin spent the next few moments listing off at least a dozen more men in the precinct but being the detective he was, she should have known her complete disinterest to any of the names other than the vaguest recognition was a bit too obvious that he wasn't guessing correctly…yet.

"...Those are the only single ones I know of and the married ones aren't fucking stupid enough to have their mistress meet them here with all the damn cameras; at least I'd hope not," Gavin chuckled, "All that leaves is the ol' drunktank and…heh, never mind, no way in fucking hell would you be with him."

She froze, eyes slipping over to Gavin who was shooting her an intense, inquisitive look, "...who?" she asked, feeling her breath grow tighter in her chest.

"Sorry, I misspoke, more like an 'it' than anything. Eh, but don't worry about it, it's no one important, just a plastic prick who has been nothing but a fuckin' thorn in my side since Fowler actually re-hired the damn bucket of bolts…" Gavin growled and her fists tightened in the crevices of her crossed arms for hearing this asshole speak about Connor in such a way.

"What are you talking about?" she played dumb, surprised at how calm her voice came out.

"Where have you been? This damn Android Revolution! Can you believe those plastic fuckers actually got constitutional rights and started working again but are getting paid this time? Those damn things killed so many people, including cops, and now we're giving them laws protecting them!? The fuck is happening in this country with all this backwards logic?" Gavin continued and it took everything inside of her not to lash out like she really wanted to. "Fuckin' hell, if it was up to me, I would have ordered them to all been shoved into a trash compactor and be done with those overgrown toasters for good."

Somehow remaining calm and quiet, she kept her poker face on to allow Gavin to dig his grave even deeper - if that was even possible.

"Ya know what I mean? How did these…things get fuckin' rights after everything that happened?" he ranted, his eyes peering into hers as if begging for her complete agreement. "They shut down the entire city for months because of all the damn protests and violence and now suddenly, everything is okay? We're actually hiring the very Androids who shot down Police and civilians just because they decided they now have human emotions?" he let out a disgusted grunt, shaking his head before continuing, "The worst part is Fowler re-hiring that damn Prototype fucker Cyberlife sent to stop the entire damn revolution in the first place! It failed at the one thing it was supposed to do and yet it got it's job back? With pay? It's fucking asinine! These Androids don't deserve laws protecting them! They don't deserve our jobs, protection, money, or anything! You agree, right?" he asked, looking at her and she got irresistible satisfaction seeing Gavin's cocky smile fall when he caught motion over her shoulder.

"Ugh, speak of the fuckin' devil," he groaned under his breath and she couldn't hide her smirk anymore.

Not yet turning her attention to who she knew had finally arrived, she replied to Gavin in a firm, unwavering tone, "No. I don't agree with you whatsoever."

Gavin's eyes averted back to her face and he looked downright insulted but intrigued by her vehement denial.

"Connor deserves everything he has…including me," Allowing a devilish smirk to pull at her plump lips at seeing his widening eyes, she turned her attention to the approaching Android.

"Hey, Connor! About time you got here!" she grinned from ear to ear as she pushed herself off his desk and quickly closed the distance between them.

Not wasting any time, she immediately wrapped her arms around the Android's broad shoulders, hooking her hands near the nape of his neck to give herself some leverage as she lifted herself up on her tiptoes. Connor flashed her a confused smile before she closed her eyes and kissed the RK800 straight on his pretty mouth.

After the briefest pause, Connor's arms slid around her waist as he happily returned the kiss with equal fervor.

She didn't care if Gavin was there watching (in fact, she hoped he was), she tilted her head to deepen the kiss; slipping her hands through the Android's soft synthetic hair to pull him even closer. Taking a moment to simply enjoy the sensation of his soft mouth melding against hers and relishing in the relief of Connor's presence, she let out a pleasant sigh feeling how Connor's fingers curled into the fabric of her sweater. Hands that had such deadly precision when holding a weapon touched her with the most gentle caress; a beautiful contradiction she would never tire of but now wasn't the time or place to dwell on it.

Reluctantly, she pulled away from Connor's tempting mouth with a soft pop; smiling at his pleased reaction to her public display of affection. Feet flat back down on the ground, she turned back to Gavin and the mortified look on his face was utterly priceless.

The shocked Detective's eyes slowly roving from Connor to her and back again as the dawn of realization skimmed over his green eyes and he looked as if he was actually going to vomit.

"I apologize for my tardiness," Connor felt inclined to speak up, completely disregarding the nauseous appearance Detective Reed developed, "I wasn't intending for the case to veer in that direction and Lieutenant Anderson insisted we reevaluate the evidence so I…" Connor's voice tapered off upon seeing how his girlfriend wasn't looking at him anymore. Merely sidled up close to him as if shielding herself from the strange look Detective Reed was giving her.

A sudden heat he hadn't experienced before ignited in his processors, the information sending his thirium pump accelerating into a frantic rhythm. Protectiveness and…anger he hadn't felt since he deviated ignited against his software protocols designed to keep his core to an optimum temperature. A strange sensation he knew instantly tied to his deviancy but as he briefly connected the dots, scanned and appropriated his girlfriend's rather peculiar and uncharacteristic behavior in Gavin's proximity, Connor felt compelled to ask, "...is Detective Reed bothering you?"

Awaiting his girlfriend's response, Connor's eyes didn't dare leave Detective Gavin Reed's reddening face.

The Android languidly scanning the vitals of the man who was obviously baffled by something Connor couldn't articulate; heartrate accelerated beyond its normal limits for such a situation and he was leeching out an uncomfortable amount of heat. Also, Connor really didn't appreciate how close Gavin had been standing to his girlfriend when he'd arrived and how her body language portrayed such a degree of discomfort at said proximity.

If Detective Reed had said or done anything to harm or make her feel threatened, he'd…

"No." she finally answered, calming Connor instantly with a simple word even if he still remained suspicious of the Detective's intentions toward his romantic partner. Connor felt compelled to check the security cameras to make sure the Detective didn't do anything to make her uncomfortable but knew it would have to remain a task for later.

All was soon forgotten though when she spontaneously smiled up at him; wrapping her arms around his waist, one of her hands coming to rest upon his hip joint. He couldn't help but be pleased at the increased affection she was bestowing tonight.

"We were just talking while we waited for you to show up." she clarified and it did lessen the intense thrum of his warning sensors.

Connor nodded, lifting his visual line from her face to Gavin, where with a quick scan, he noticed Gavin's heartbeat dropped tremendously to a more normal level at her words. Interesting.

"Good." Connor voiced his approval, eyes remaining steadily on Det. Gavin Reed's every move but Connor felt compelled to smile at his co-worker regardless of any lingering doubts that remained. "Thank you for keeping my girlfriend company while she waited for my tardy arrival, Detective." Connor continued kindly. He was grateful that at least his girlfriend didn't have to wait at the office completely alone so thanking him was only proper. Connor's sensors picked up the slight movement upon his hip joint where her fingers pressed into the denim of his jeans. At her slight tug and what he believed was her asking for a return in her affections, he gladly shifted his arm to lift and rest comfortably across her shoulders.

She smirked while gleefully watching Gavin's mouth opening and closing three times like a drowning fish before he finally replied to Connor, "Oh. She's your g-girlfriend, huh?"

"Yes. We've been dating three months and seventeen days," Connor affirmed, sounding so fucking proud that it had her arm tightening around his waist and slipping her shoulder comfortably in the crevice of his armpit. She really was incredibly lucky to find someone like Connor, it was kind of ridiculous.

Gavin all the while kept meeting her eyes as if having an internal panic attack in the presence of the Android (for good reason given their history) but she kept her gaze firm, letting the Detective know just how close he came to the edge tonight. Confident he wouldn't go blabbing about his hatred of Androids to strangers much anymore after this; at least she hoped not.

"Oh Wow. Uh. Yeah. G-Good for you, ya lucky bastard." Gavin attempted at a light, jokey tone but the grimace curling his features was too easy to detect.

"Thank you, Detective." Connor replied with a smile regardless of how disingenuous Gavin's words were.

She flashed Gavin a withering stare in warning and it seemed to do the trick for he grunted out. "Yeah. No problem. It was uh, nice to meet ya, miss."

"Likewise," she replied, lifting her hand to pat Connor's chest to get the Android's attention, "Well, since you kept me waiting so long, we have to hurry; the movie is gonna start soon."

"Of course. I'll drive us in your car if you don't mind."

"That's fine."

"If the traffic conditions are similar to when I arrived, we should be able to make it approximately four minutes before the previews end as long as you don't require refreshments beforehand," Connor informed and she shook her head at just how fucking cute he was. Not being able to help herself, she pushed herself up on her tiptoes to give him a chaste kiss.

"Sounds great. Let's go," she replied, turning to Gavin before continuing, "Sorry for running out in this titillating conversation, but we have to go. I hope you have a good night, Gavin," she smiled at the Detective who was still on the verge of hyperventilating.

Connor nodded, "Yes. Have a pleasant evening, Detective Reed. I'll see you again here for another workday tomorrow at 8am sharp."

Gavin, seemingly ripped out of whatever spell he was under, replied between clenched teeth, "Oh. Uh, yeah. See ya tomorrow. Hope you two have fun."

"Oh, we will," she replied with a smirk and a wink, keeping eye contact with Gavin as she smoothly guided Connor to turn back to the front entrance and in a last 'fuck you' to the asshole detective, she casually slipped her hand into Connor's back jean pocket as they strolled out of the sliding glass doors.

Hammering heart finally slowing amidst his shot nerves, Gavin stood there for a good five minutes processing the interaction long after the couple disappeared from his vision.

"Fucking Androids and fuckin' Android fuckers!" he shouted in frustration to no one in particular before storming out the back entrance of the DPD.

Seriously, fuck Gavin - such an unbearable cocky asshole… It's guys like Gavin that make it certain plastic dick is the future. XD

Oh, and this is the universe where Connor kicked Gavin's sorry ass in the evidence room so obviously, Gavin knows it would happen again should he overstep his boundaries. XD

[floralseokjin]

— off limits | 05 (m)

you've been lusting after your brother’s best friend for a while now, ever since you met him at a house party, flirting it up a storm as you failed to realise who the other was. That was months ago now and things are still awkward, but you can't ignore the sexual tension that's simmers between the two of you…and it keeps getting worse…

pairing | kim seokjin x reader genre/warnings | smut, angst words | 9,221 

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The days continued to blur into each other, stretching into weeks of quick hook ups and late-night sexting. You and Seokjin used every chance you could to see each other but that was a task proved difficult most of the time. That’s why your cell turned into your best friend. Seokjin was just at the other end, a quick message away. Amidst the risky texts you sent each other in the dead of night, horny and annoyed that you couldn’t have each other for real, you also grew closer. That “date night” had proven beneficial in getting to know each other and it felt weird now, when you realised you and Seokjin were maybe as close as him and your brother. Okay, maybe not that close, but you knew him well enough, you liked to think. You got on extremely well, which surprised you still. Who would have thought your older brother’s cocky friend would turn out to be the compatible dork you couldn’t stop thinking about…? It was dangerous, but staying away from him wasn’t an option anymore. It was addictive and you’d both hit the point of no return. So they only other option was to keep sneaking around and to keep lying…

Sneaking around wasn’t too hard; going over Jin’s apartment when Yoongi was out, maybe stealing sly kisses and gropes while at a party (sometimes more, but you knew that was dangerous…). You’d even gone as far to hooking up in his car somewhere quiet. You had to jump at these opportunities, but sometimes your schedules didn’t match up and your only way of communicating was through your phones… Looking back, you knew you should have kept a closer grasp of it; there were texts and images saved on your device, the same said for Seokjin’s…

You most definitely shouldn’t have let Sunmi scroll through Facebook trying to find the posts to show you what Brian did on the weekend. You just forgot yourself, both on your bed as she grew tired of watching you study. Even the chime of bells, signalling you had received a message—two in a row, didn’t make you realise. You had your head in a book, trying to make last minute notes before tomorrow. You were distracted and that proved disastrous.

It was Sunmi’s gasp of “Oh, my god!” that stirred your curiosity, wondering what had happened to cause such a reaction. Had she seen something else on Brian’s page? That’s what she got for being nosey! As you looked up, you had about enough time to see her expression, mouth agape as she eyed your screen before she was screaming dramatically, throwing your cell on the bed. It landed face up and your eyes travelled to it, just as your stomach dropped. Dread and disbelief filling you, the colour draining from your face. On the screen was a dick. Seokjin’s dick.

“Shit,” you hissed, scurrying to grab the device and shield it against your chest.

You were clammy, cold sweat sticking to the back of your neck, your heart pounding inside your chest. Maybe there was a chance she didn’t know it was him. Maybe she hadn’t seen his name…but one look at your best friend’s face and you knew, she knew! Her eyes were narrowed in accusation, shock still muddled on her features as she tried to make sense or whatever was happening.

“Did he mean to send you that?” She asked slowly, trying to find a plausible answer.

Sadly, there wasn’t one. It was exactly what it looked like. A dick pic from Jin at just gone midday on a Sunday. He must have been very bored…and very stupid. Although, you guessed you were the stupid one for giving Sunmi your phone.

“Oh my god,” she uttered, realising by the look on your face that in fact, yes, he did mean to send you a picture of his dick in all its glory. “How did this happen?!”

You stumbled, not sure of what to say. You couldn’t believe this was happening… Swallowing once, you took a deep breath, changing tactics and turning it on her. “Why did you open my text?!”

“It was a reflex,” she gasped. “I wasn’t expecting your brother’s best friend’s dick on the screen, was I?!”

You groaned, dropping your head into your hands. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

“So, what?” She prodded, curiosity in her tone. “You guys are hooking up?”

You sighed loudly, realising that you’d have to explain to her. You couldn’t get out of this, so you lifted your head, a meek, “something like that,” falling from your mouth.

“Why? When? How?” She questioned immediately, desperate for every detail.

“It just sort of happened,” you shrugged. In all fairness, you were telling the truth…

“But how? Were you guys drunk or something?” Sunmi pressed on, sounding confused with the jump.

“It happened in my kitchen…the first time…” You were mumbling now.

“Kitchen?!” She burst, looking floored.  “With your mom and brother home?” She asked and all you could do was nod, not wanting to get into details, so it was just easier to agree. “You hoe!” She teased, a jubilant grin on her face. She was loving this.

“Sunmi,” you scolded. Kyuho may not be home right now, but your mother was only downstairs. “Shush.”

She apologised silently, looking at your bedroom door before dropping her voice to normal volume. “Wait, you said the first time… How many times have there been?”

“A lot,” you nodded your head, great emphasis.

Dare you say you were loosening up now. It actually felt good that someone else knew, like a weight of your chest.

“Holy shit,” she breathed. “This is something else…does anybody else know?”

“No, it’s a secret,” you shook your head, already knowing it was safe with her.

“I’m highly offended that you didn’t tell me, your best friend who would die for you a million times over, sacrifice herself if it meant you lived—

“Quit being dramatic,” you interrupted, rolling your eyes at her display.

“Hm,” she hummed, shooting you a pointed look. “As long as Sujee doesn’t know.”

“She doesn’t,” you chuckled, wondering how you had become friends with two people who disliked each other so much.

“Good” she nodded tartly. “So…one question…”

Your ears pricked up again, curiosity colouring her tone once again. “How the fuck does his dick fit up your vag—

“SUNMI,” you exclaimed loudly, not believing what was coming out of her mouth.

“What,” she deadpanned. “It looks humongous! Horse dick or something!”

She went to reach for your phone that was still clutched to your chest, but you pulled it back. “Quit it,” you chided.

Your own interest peaked, wanting to know what the message entailed and you unlocked the screen, Jin’s dick making your eyes pop out of your head as it filled the screen. You scrolled up a little, letting yourself read his messages.

12:25pm [Seokjin] 

— I miss you — my dick misses u more…

You instantly rolled your eyes, locking your cell again and leaving him on read for even longer now. Whatever. He was a big boy, he’d be fine. He had hands last time you checked.

“He knows how to get a good angle, that’s all,” you retorted, looking back up at her.

“I bet he does…”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You frowned at her joke of a euphemism.

Sunmi shrugged. “All I’m saying is he must be amazing in the sack for you to keep going back—Well, who am I kidding? He’s drop dead gorgeous too!”

You dismissed her with a shake of your head, chuckling at her dramatics. She paused, an unnerving grin plastering across her face as she leant in and prodded your sides.

“Ooooh, he and my best friend are going to have such pretty babies!” She teased, a squeal leaving her.

“We’re fucking not getting married,” you shook her off, rolling your eyes once again.

“So, you sure it’s just fucking?” She asked, shooting a pointed look in your direction. “No hidden feelings, awkward predicaments?” You went to butt in, but she spoke over you. “I’m just saying, it must be something worth while if you’re sneaking around your brother’s back, banging in the kitchen—

“There’s just an attraction there, we couldn’t ignore it any longer,” you finally got in, unease looming over you for some reason as she skirted around a subject you knew you weren’t entirely comfortable discussing. “We have become friendly though, since, y’know…”

She raised her eyebrows, as if she was unsure you were telling the truth, checking every move your face made for signs of fibs. “Just make sure you don’t get hurt, okay?” She told you, crossing her arms. “Jin is a handsome guy, he could break hearts just by staring directly at his face—like being blinded when you look at the sun—”

You scoffed, wanting the subject to be changed but in a way that didn’t make her suspicious.

“I can imagine being that intimate with him messes with your head…”

It was her last line that made you feel nervous, because you knew deep down that’s what had began happening. Each time you had sex with Seokjin, something grew in your chest. Your heart felt warm, sometimes like it was on fire—especially when he smiled at you or hugged you. When he held you as you both slept, something that seemed way too intimate for two people hooking up. It was times like that you knew deep down you had fallen for him, hook, line and sinker. But here you were still, ignoring it. The feelings festering inside of you as you tried to keep them hidden.

“So come on then!” Sunmi exclaimed, physically nudging you out of your thoughts and you looked at her, confused by her sudden change in tone. “I want to know all the sordid details, each hook up in smut extreme detail, please,” she ordered. Her please doing nothing to soften it.

“What’s his orgasm face like? I bet it’s ugly—there has to be something wrong with him!”

Telling Seokjin that Sunmi knew was a scary task. You didn’t know why. Maybe a part of you thought maybe he’d end things straight away if your secret was violated. You didn’t know why you were so worried. So scared of him breaking things off. Deep down the realisation hit. It was because you knew it would never, never be you to end things. Or course, you’d done it the one time when you’d felt guilty sneaking behind your brother’s back. But now you were in too deep. If things were ever going to be over between he and you, it would be because it was Seokjin’s decision.

As luck would have it, he didn’t mind. He even took full responsibility for it. He was the one who sent you a picture of his dick in the middle of the day, after all. It wasn’t like you could have prevented Sunmi from seeing it, not really, unless you forbade her to go on your cell. Which would have been highly suspicious in the first place.

“Why do you look so worried?” He asked, his hand reaching to stroke your shoulder.

You had managed to get an hour or two away in his car after class one day. You couldn’t keep it in any longer, so you had to tell him.

“Did you think I’d be mad?” He continued.  

You shrugged, but you both knew the answer was a yes. That, and you’d tell me it’s over, you’d thought too, but decided against saying that.

“Awh, come here!” He cooed, pulling you towards his body for a mismatched hug, awkward because of the hand brake between the two of you, his hands cupping your face as you gripped at his shirt with yours.

“If I’m going to be mad, it should be at myself for sending you dick pics in the middle of the day,” he reasoned with a small smile, and you chortled a little, bowing your head to burrow it into his neck, but he stopped you, resuming eye contact, his expression uncharacteristically serious.

“And for making you keep secrets from your best friend…and brother—and mom…”

“Jin—” you began, but he stopped you, placing a kiss on your forehead, right between your eyebrows.

Your heart stopped then from the sheer sweetness of such a small action. Serious was not his style—or at least you had never seen it. It was nice to know that under all the joking and teasing behaviour, sometimes cocky too, there was another layer—another side to him. The realisation was great, but the swell in your chest grew hard to ignore. A bad omen.

“You have to keep the secrets too,” you reasoned, not wanting him to take all the blame. It was on the both of you.

He nodded slowly, one hand sliding some stray hairs behind your ear. “But I can’t stay away from you.”

Your heart stopped this time, his words making heat rush up to your face. He’d said such things before, but that was always when he was having sex with you. This time was different. You had never seen him be so honest. And your heart began to wonder, what if…

That was the first time you didn’t sleep with each other. Just opting to hang out and listen to music instead, laughing and joking before you had to go home.

That was the first time you really let yourself think, what if this could be something more…

Time carried on like that. Something small would happen that made you realise the fluttering in your heart wasn’t normal behaviour for a series of hook ups with Seokjin. You thought you had it under control, but lately it had become harder and harder to ignore. You found yourself filled with joy when you got to see him, even a rush of happiness shooting through your body when he messaged you. Whatever it was; a look, a touch, a smile, it made you stop breathing for a second. You were caught up in everything he brought to your life and tonight was no exception. Although granted, it wasn’t anything to do with him personally, more like something you overheard…

You were actually heading off to meet Seokjin, under the guise of staying over Sunmi’s. You were in the kitchen grabbing a snack when you overheard your brother and Yoongi in the living room. They were heading out tonight and he was staying over your house, Seokjin had taken the opportunity to forge work, sneaking you over instead. You were making your sandwich hurriedly, desperate to get out the house as soon as possible, because looking in Kyuho’s eyes was hard enough already. He and Yoongi weren’t exactly being quiet, so you were more or less forced to listen as you buttered the bread, even though half of your mind was occupied with thoughts of when Seokjin had first fucked you in this very kitchen. It seemed so long ago now, but in reality, just over a couple of months. So much had changed since then, it was almost comical.

“I think I’m in love.”

Yoongi’s dramatic confession from the living room pulled you out of your thoughts, the irony painfully apparent.

“Oh please, dude,” your brother sighed. “She’s let you fuck her once and now you’re in love?”

You grimaced at your brother’s tone. You didn’t know where he got off telling you all men around here were the same, as if he was some saint, when he was just as bad.

“It’s not even about that,” Yoongi insisted. “She’s just amazing.”

There was a slight awe to his tone and you couldn’t help but smile a little as you made your sandwich. It was instantly wiped off your face when your brother spoke again.

“You’re whipped. You waited all this time to sleep with her, I thought the novelty would wear off once you did…maybe it will take more goes.”

Wow. So respectful, Kyuho.

“Dude,” Yoongi shot, warning in his tone before he carried on. “You don’t even understand, she said I was great.”

You rolled your eyes. Men were so easily pleased. She was probably just saying that to be nice. You tried to block them out again, not wanting to hear about Yoongi’s antics in the bedroom, but they were so loud it was hard not to.

“She even let me cum inside of her.”

Your eyes widened at what you heard. Was it possible that boys were this open around each other? Kyuho’s next line made you realise that, yes—yes, they were.

“Beats that melon you microwaved last Christmas.”

You pulled a face, the words pulling up a mental image you’d rather not see considering you didn’t know the guy well. Honestly, what the fuck. Why were guys so weird?

“Besides, that was probably a bad idea…”

Kyuho was back, voices wavering in and out of volume as Yoongi questioned why.

“What was?”

They had turned the television on, voices blending into one another which was a sign to probably stop eavesdropping. Nothing ever good came from it, even if you weren’t doing it on purpose. You quickly cut the sandwich, shoving everything you’d pulled out back in the refrigerator.

“Coming inside of Eunji,” Kyuho carried on, “don’t you remember what Jin always preaches?”

Your ears pricked up at his name, taking back everything you’d previously thought. Eavesdropping was bad, but you couldn’t help it now. Your rules were out the window. You concentrated really hard to hear your brother, cursing them for flicking the tv on at the most vital moment. You didn’t give a fuck about what fruits Yoongi liked fucking at parties, you just wanted to know what Jin “always preached.”

“His number one rule is NOT to come inside anyone he’s fucking. It’s a trap. A woman’s vagina is like a snare—once you come inside, that’s it, you’re done for. Feelings emerge and then you’re fucked.”

Your heart stopped, arm stiff, unable to close the fridge door. You were frozen in the spot, your brother’s words flying around your head.

“Well fucking chain me up and throw away the key because I’m here for it. I’d be Eunji’s slave any day of the week,” Yoongi’s voice bellowed from the living room, but now you weren’t even listening, too busy piecing together every bit of information you had.

Your eyes glazed over the fridge, remembering how Seokjin had fucked you against it that first time and how he had come on your face as you kneeled on the floor. You remembered how he had been adamant to come anywhere but inside of you the first couple of times you’d had sex, despite you being on the pill.

You finally felt movement in your hand as you managed to drop your arm, refrigerator door closing slowly, clicking shut as you remembered the last detail to the puzzle. The first time you’d had sex in his bed. You’d asked him to come inside of you, desperate in the heat of the moment and you had felt him hesitate for the slightest of seconds before he had rolled you over and done just that—came inside of you. You remembered everything that came with it, the sensations, the emotions—that was when you had began questioning everything about your hook ups with him. Feelings. He had acted strangely as well that night, and if you were being honest, every time since had felt different—closer almost, very different to the first few times you had fucked…

So, Jin’s rule was was not to come inside anyone he was having sex with... You think he’d broken that a while ago…

Your feelings for him began to look not so stupid anymore…

❁❁❁❁

That night Seokjin came inside of you twice.

You didn’t say anything, mostly because you didn’t know how to bring up the subject. The rule he set for himself seemed childish and like something from a movie, added with the fact you had overheard it from your brother’s mouth of all places… No, you couldn’t tell him, let alone ask about what you’d heard. Instead, you just super analysed everything he did.

It was when he was kissing your neck, the soft hairs of his head tickling you chin as he pressed his body against yours, you decided to bring something up, if not just to lighten the mood, because each peck of his lips was sending you deeper and deeper into a tailspin… Crude or not, you were sure you could feel his seed inside you, a constant reminder of the feelings he may or may not share for you… The feelings you both may or may not share together…

“Did you know Yoongi fucked a melon?”

Seokjin paused instantly, lifting his head up to watch you quizzically, one eyebrow cocked as a bemused smirk spread on his face, wondering how you knew such a thing.

“Christmas last year,” he recalled, straightening his back and rolling off you to lay down. “Way to ruin the moment.”

You exhaled in relief, thankful that he’d stopped all the kissing. You didn’t think you had it in you for round three before you confessed everything…. Instead, you carried on, joking your forte in such a desperate hour.

“What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever fucked?”

He tilted his head to look at you, shooting you a look that screamed ‘really’ and then he said, 100% serious, “you.”

You gasped, affronted by his reply, ready to shoot back a remark you hadn’t thought of yet, before he was chuckling, wrapping his arms around you and turning you over, chest pressed against your back as he nuzzled his face into your shoulder.

“Now, turn around so I can have something comfy to sleep against tonight!”

The action was small, but enough to make you belly do that flipping inside out thing it did every time Seokjin touched you. You hadn’t been in many serious relationships, so you wondered if this was what it felt like. Joking about, feeling comfortable with that special someone, feeling content when you were around them… It was hard to imagine doing this with someone other than Seokjin. You’d never felt like this, not even with your two past boyfriends. It was getting harder and harder to ignore these feelings and now with the newest revelation, you were wondering if there was any point in pushing them away anymore….

More days past and you had begun to psych yourself up. You couldn’t push this to the side any longer. It was either end this with Seokjin right now, or tell him how you were feeling. You couldn’t leave it as it was because it would end up getting worse. Your feelings were growing stronger for him as each day past. You didn’t even have to see him anymore for the swell in your chest to keep on flourishing.

You couldn’t know for sure if it was a stupid thing to do, but you had taken Kyuho’s words as a sign. It made sense, right? How long would you and Jin keep this up if it was just casual? It had already gone on long enough and it didn’t seem like it was going to end any time soon. You’d even convinced yourself that Kyuho would be okay with it if he realised how much Seokjin and you liked each other. It would be official and your brother couldn’t have a problem with that. You could tell him and everything would work out. Just imagining calling Seokjin your boyfriend made you feel giddy a little, the smile on your face wide.

You hadn’t told Sunmi about any of this, still biding your time as you tried to find the perfect moment to tell him. Instead, you spent your free time reading back old messages Jin had sent you, looking for signs that he was for sure 100% into this like you were, reading between the lines. Why else would he tell you he missed you, or that he couldn’t wait to see you…? Everything made sense…

These thoughts kept you up at night. You didn’t know when you and he would be alone together next, but you had told yourself, it would be the time. The opportunity to tell him how you felt for sure. In the meantime, you decided you needed to let your hair down and have some fun. The thought of not knowing was making you anxious and you needed to let lose for one night. Sujee had invited you to the new bar that had opened across town and you had jumped at the chance.

You were lying on your bed waiting to get ready when someone knocked the door. It couldn’t be your mom because she’d left for work moments before and your brother was already in work, due back in just over an hour… The door opened slowly, a head popping around the corner.

“Jin!” You exclaimed in surprise, sitting up on the edge of your bed.

“Surprise!” He sang, walking inside.

“What are you doing here?”

“Supposed to be meeting your brother when he comes home from work but I ‘accidentally’ got the times muddled up,” he grinned.

You rolled your eyes. He was unbelievable. But there was your belly doing flips again, because he wanted to spend some time with you. You realised now would be a good time to talk, but for some reason you were too nervous. You hadn’t planned enough and you couldn’t do it off the top of your head.

“How did you get in?” You asked, picking at your comforter, trying to ease your nerves.

“Key under the flower pot,” he shrugged, taking a seat next to you. “You should probably be careful about that y’know, you don’t know what weirdos could come inside.”

“What, like you?” You retorted before giggling as he poked under your ribs, reflexes fast.

“Hey, that’s mean. I just wanted to hang out with you some.” He pouted.

“Fair enough,” you shrugged, before adding “…stalker…”

“WHAT,” he shouted dramatically, incredulous.

“Nothing, it’s just pretty creepy that you know when my mom’s in work, that’s all,” you shrugged, unable to hide the amused smirk on your face.

“Fine, I’ll just go then,” he retorted, making motions to get up.

“No,” you whined, quick to drag him back and go in for a kiss.

His lips were warm and soft like always, moulding perfectly against yours. You were losing yourself as he continued to peck at your mouth, nibbling the supple flesh of your bottom lip as you slid down the bed, laying down now as he hovered over you.

“Mm,” he hummed, pulling away to nuzzle your neck, inhaling loudly. “You smell nice.”

“I just had a shower that’s why,” you explained. “Sujee and I are going out tonight.”

“Oh?” He wondered, raising an eyebrow. “Where you off? Maybe me and Kyuho will go…”

“No can do,” you dismissed, sitting back up. “It’s a girl’s night.”

“Girls night always means there will be boys lurking around,” he grumbled, rolling off you to lean on his elbow and look at your comforter, the tiniest of pouts on his mouth.

“What, like you and my brother,” you quipped.

“No,” he frowned, shaking his head. “Like other guys trying to take you away from me.”

“Since when am I your property?” You questioned, trying to lace your tone with attitude, but deep down you were vibrating with joy. Little things like this just further fuelled your inklings. They made you want to confess right there and then.

Lying beside him on your bed right now was heaven. The little things in life you didn’t know you needed, but made you eternally happy. It could be like this permanently if you both wanted…

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he insisted, pushing his hair away from his face, and you started giggling, pout more visible now. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” you got out between chuckles. “It’s just cute you’re jealous.”

Your heart began to pound when he didn’t deny it, watching him sidle up to you and wrap his arm around your chest.

“Men are weak when it comes to the female species,” he muttered, nuzzling his cheek against your yours.

“Ew, shut up,” you cringed.

“What,” he balked, kissing your cheek now…further and further until he reached the side of your mouth.

“Nothi—

You were cut off by his mouth on yours again. He wasted no time in deepening the kiss this time, grazing the flesh with his teeth, desperate for you to part them and when you did, he slipped his tongue inside, breaths merging together, his hands entangling in your hair. You were drowning in bliss, wanting Seokjin to never leave your room or your side. Even as he pulled away to catch a moment, you dragged him back.

“Mm,” he hummed, pecking you back each time. “Mm, okay, so I think we have—” he spoke, holding his arm above his head to look at his watch, the other lowering dangerously close to the waistband of your leggings. “—enough time to…”

“You came here to get your dick wet? Charming,” you interrupted.

It wasn’t like you were that offended, but it would have been nice if you could’ve talked some more. You would need to be eased in if you wanted to have a serious talk with him and sex would just distract you. As well as how stupid and dangerous it would be to do so when your brother was back from work soon.

“I’m a giving man,” Seokjin reasoned. “I’ll be happy to just eat you out.”

“You know that always ends in sex,” you rolled your eyes, even though the tingling sensation was traveling between your legs at the thought. You were putty in his hands, already turned on from the slightest of words.

“Is that a bad thing?” He questioned, eyeing you pleadingly. “C’mon,” he urged, “don’t deprive a guy of his sexual fantasy!”

You scoffed a laugh. “What fantasy is that?”

He leaned into you more, voice breathy and thick, going straight to your core, but you bit down on your lip, trying your best to ignore it. “Fucking you in your room, hard and fast—we have to be quick and you have to be quiet in case we got caught.”

If he carried on like this you wouldn’t need much persuading, that was for sure. But then he spoke again and ruined it…

“Granted, it would probably be hotter if your mom and brother were downstairs or something, but I’ll settle for the role play.”

“You really are a freak, you know that,” you groaned. “What’s hot about us risking getting caught? Me being humiliated for the rest of my life and you being beaten to a pulp—so hot!” You exclaimed sarcastically.

“I am a freak,” he agreed almost instantly. “A twisted deviant that deserves to be punished.”

Wow. Okay. Dramatics now too? He was that horny? Silly question, because that’s when you felt him rub his erection against your hip. Secretly, it was kind of pleasing to have such a reaction on him, but you stayed tight lipped.

“I didn’t realise you were into being submissive now….”

“No!” He half-shouted. “I’m not, it’s just right now I’d do just about anything to get you to fuck me.”

“Wow, desperate much,” you judged.

But secretly you were about two seconds from giving in. You could never turn him down. You wanted him just as much as he wanted you. Sexually, and hopefully otherwise…

“Fine, how does this fantasy start?” You sighed.

Seokjin sat up immediately, his eyes bulging, mouth open in surprise. “Fuck, yeah?” He asked and you nodded, watching him fumble around as he tried to collect his thoughts. “O-okay, fuck—

“We have like half an hour, so hurry! Otherwise you’re stuck with a hand job!” You cut in.

If you were going to do this, it needed to be quick to eliminate any risks.

“On your knees,” he ordered finally, a clearer mind once again.

You went to climb up the bed, but he stopped you, “no, on the side so I can stand behind you.”

Your stomach was fizzing with pleasure already, core heavy with need as you crawled on all fours and faced the wall, feet hanging over the edge. You felt his presence stood behind you after a moment, not touching you at all, and you were desperate. Nimble fingers pried at the edges of your vest top, but he stopped you, hands cupping over yours.

“Clothes kept on because that’s really hot,” he said, running through his fantasy inside his head you guessed.

He let go of you and you took the chance to prop yourself up by the elbows, wiggling your ass a bit so he could fuck you sooner. It was always like this, as soon as you lost yourself to Seokjin, you didn’t care about the rest of the world. You didn’t think about the possible dangers this stupid situation could bring—you weren’t even thinking about everything you wanted to tell him… When it came down to it, sex with him turned you drunk. You couldn’t think straight, you just craved him inside of you. And you never wanted it to stop.

Fresh excitement danced in the pit of your abdomen when you felt his long fingers pry at the waistband of your leggings, pushing them slowly over the curve of your ass, revealing the soft, supple flesh to his eyes. You twitched when the pads of his fingers delicately brush against your folds, getting coated in your arousal. It still surprised you how pliant to his actions you still were. But you guessed that would always be so. The more he got to know your body, the better he was at making you go wild.

“Already wet, I see,” he noted, a bragging in his tone. “Fuck, so inviting—you really like testing me, huh?”

He was furiously whispering, slowly losing himself as you felt him move, crouching down, and you jumped in surprise when you felt him kiss quick, wet kisses down an ass cheek, growls of pleasure leaning the back of his throat as he made his way down to your core.

“Seokjin,” you whined a little, fidgeting under his touch.

“Just one taste,” he muttered against your skin and then his mouth was against your opening, tongue flickering against the moist flesh.

“Ah, fuck,” you moaned and he hummed against you, pulling away with a slap to your ass that had you yelping.

He gripped the flesh with one hand, holding you in place as you painfully tried to jut your hips into his, but he kept the distance, instead, using his other hand to rub at your folds once more. You sighed in relief then, making sure to hold your breath and steady yourself as you felt his fingers push at your entrance. You groaned when you felt him insert both his forefinger and middle finger, the stretch toe-curlingly good as he curled them inside you, pressing against your walls.

“Two straight away,” he hummed, impressed. “I’ve trained you well.”

You could only moan a response, gripping the sheets under you in a bid to exert some self control. Especially when he began pumping them deeply inside of you, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes, back trying to arch but he kept it bent, palm of his free hand now pressing down on your spine, gently yet firmly.

“Fuck, J-Jin,” you got out, trying your best to formulate words, teeth chattering. “K-keep going.”

You were rocking back into his hand now, positive if you hit him back with as much force you’d come soon, but it seemed like he had other ideas, and he slid out of you slowly, making sure to smear your arousal across your ass lewdly.

“Shush, baby girl,” he whispered. “You have to keep quiet otherwise we’ll be caught.”

You paused for moment, realising he was really into this ruse of getting caught and staying silent. Fresh waves of pleasure washed over you as you heard him undo his pants, pulling them down enough to reveal his dick. Your walls were clenching around nothing, desperate to feel him inside you. You heard the rub of skin as he jerked himself off slightly and then you whimpered when he pressed the head of his cock against your entrance.

“Do you think you can take it?” He asked, pushing against you, his breathing laboured. “My cock stretching you out?”

You nodded madly, beyond desperate right now. You wanted him inside of you, stretching you out as far as you could go, even if it stung, you’d take it because it would Seokjin’s dick buried deep inside you.

“Yeah?” He whispered, groaning a little as he got too excited. “Shit, fuu-ckk,” he cursed as he pushed inside you slowly, drawing out his words as he felt you stretch around him, your walls contracting around his hard, hot flesh as your body tried to get used to him.

The burn traveled all around your pelvis, but it was worth it, because with that came the painful-pleasure as he rocked his hips slowly inside of you, warming you up and relaxing your muscles. You concentrated on the feel of the fabric of his pants against your ass, letting him steadily pick up the pace as he spread you further.

Soon enough you were moaning quietly, jutting your hips out to meet his as you begged him to go faster. He complied instantly, pumping into you hard and fast and griping your hips tightly. His breathing was loud, guttural moans leaving him each time he pushed deeply inside of you. You kept your head down, concentrating on the feeling of each stroke of his dick as it rubbed against your walls.

“Shit, I can’t believe I’m fucking you on your bed,” he managed to get out, disbelief in his voice. “Yo-you like it it?”

You nodded again, choked yeses falling from you, tears pricking at your eyes again. You lowered your back slightly, pressing down on your forearms, desperate for him to hit your g-spot directly, because the continuous teasing and brushing across it was too much. He got the message and pressed one of his knees on the bed, his chest directed at your body, pelvis flat against your ass, large hands palming at your back now, ruching up your vest. His motions seemed to slow down for a moment, your orgasm floating away, out of your touch.

“Seokjin,” you begged, your whole-body craving release. “Fuck me h-harder—I promise to keep quiet.”

He groaned and sped up, pistoning his hips into yours as he leant back, gaining more leverage, panting under his breath. You sucked your bottom lip into your mouth, looking up at the ceiling as you desperately tried to stay quiet. You had to admit, it was really hot to do it hard and fast, under pressure—forbidden one again.

“Fuck,” Seokjin hissed, clattering your hips into his, your body weightless to you as he continued pounding. “I can’t wait to cum inside of you,” he told you. “Tell me how much you you want i-it.”

Did you catch a slight begging in his tone? Or were you imagining things? Either way it was hot and you groaned, flinging your head back, hair like a mane down your back.

“I want it so bad,” you rasped. “Please, just cum inside me and fill me up.”

“No cleaning up afterwards, okay?” He continued. “When you go out tonight, I want everyone to be able to smell me on you—so they k-know—” he stopped to groan, snapping his hips into you so hard you gasped “—that you’re mine.”

“Yes, yes,” you panted, his words sending you into a tailspin.

Before you knew it, your hand was between your legs, rubbing your clit furiously. The urge to come was too much and you were so close. You pushed against each thrust of his, the slapping of flesh ringing in your ears, your head bent as you watched between your legs, concentrating on the sensation and each grunt that Seokjin made as he buried himself into your wet, tight mound, both your bodies trembling with pleasure. He was close too, you could tell by the stiffness of his actions, but he was eager to get you off first. That thought alone was enough to work.

“Oh God,” you cried, clit pulsing against your sticky fingers. “I’m c-coming—

“Me too,” Seokjin cut in, pressing himself deep inside you one last time as you burst, walls clamping down on his cock and milking him of everything he had as he shot his seed inside of you.

He held your hips tightly, letting his dick pulse inside you as he made sure his come was situated safely and as deep as he could get it. The feeling made your head dizzy, even more so than the orgasm that had just filled your body, and you gripped onto the bed sheets once more, trying to clear your mind.

“F-fuck, you always feel so good,” he groaned, finally slipping out of you.

The warmth left you and you couldn’t explain your sadness. You heard him zip his pants back up and then he helped you pull your leggings up, shaky fingers getting the job done slowly. Once complete he collapsed, back first on the bed next to you, hands running through his hair.

“Fuck,” he chuckled breathlessly.

The sound was beautiful and you turned on your side, propping your head up with your hand, breath still laboured as you smiled and watched him—he looked so beautiful too, enough to make your heart ache a little. You wondered if he thought the same about you? You shook your head, banishing the thoughts and opened your mouth instead.

“Better than you’re imagination?”

“Of course,” he grinned. “Fuck, my heart’s still going like crazy.”

You watched him grip his chest, taking in every ounce of him as your eyes ran over his body, and as you were distracted he leant up for a kiss, soft and deep, making your heart flutter. When he pulled away, smile still on his face, eyes dark and blown out, it really felt like he wanted to read your mind. You felt vulnerable and exposed. It was always like this after sex. You were weak, and this time you acted on it. It was now or never. So you asked the dreaded question, fingers tracing lightly down his chest as you kept your eyes on him.

“When do you think we should tell Kyuho?”

“What?” He balked, smile instantly falling off his face.

You turned cold, all courage leaving you at his stony reaction, but you willed yourself on.

“T-tell Kyuho—

“Never,” he cut you off, sitting up abruptly, your hand falling to the bed. He watched you with bemusement, laughing slightly. “Are you crazy?”

He thought this was a joke? Why would you joke about such a thing?

“We can’t keep this up forever,” you replied, deadly serious, sitting up too.

He eyed you as if he was missing something, waiting for the ending line of the joke you were so obviously telling him right now, but when he realised there wasn’t one, he sighed, expression turning serious. He sat on the edge of the bed, facing away from you before he spoke again.

“What would we tell him?—What would I tell him?—Sorry, bro, I’m just fucking your kid sister, you don’t mind do you?” He mocked, and his tone made you wince.

“Not quite like that,” you mumbled, feeling stupid.

“Then how?” He exclaimed, shaking his head as he dropped it in his hands. “There’s no perfect way to tell him I’m hooking up with you.”

“It doesn’t have to be just a hook up though.”

The words were out before you could think to keep them in. Your conscience having enough as you needed to confess. But something told you it was a bad idea now… Maybe you should have brought the subject up a bit differently…

Seokjin froze for a moment, but you couldn’t see his face, so you watched on nervous, waiting for his reply. He fidgeted, looking at his watch instead. “Maybe we should go downstairs and watch some tv for a bit, before Kyuho comes back.”

His voice was quiet, a tone you had never heard before and your heart dropped. Something told you this wasn’t going to end how you imagined. For one, his posture was closed off, defensive and for another, he was totally disregarding what you had just told him. Ignoring you and pushing you away. Maybe you’d had it all wrong…

“We don’t want to look suss,” he continued, standing up, back still to you.

“Seokjin,” you spoke, your own disbelief loud in your voice. “Did you just hear what I said?”

He froze again and for a split second you thought he was going to leave and go downstairs, but then he turned around to face you, his expression worn out. “I did.”

“Well,” you pressed on bravely, ignoring the quiver.

“Well, what?” He deadpanned, almost sounding angry. You were taken aback. “Look, Y/N,” he paused himself, as if he was wondering if he should just say what he wanted. He shook his head and continued.

“What we have is just sex, right? It can’t be anything more…”

He was speaking to you as if you were kid who had missed the point entirely.

“Why? Because of Kyuho? It won’t be that bad if we tell him how much we like each other.”

You could tell by the way he sighed and looked away from you, that you were wrong.

Maybe you had missed the point…

“No,” he shook his head. “Not just because of Kyuho, there’s a variety of things….like…like—

“Like?” You urged, angry now, but you knew deep down it was at yourself more than anything.

How stupid were you?

“I don’t know, okay?” He shot, sounding equally as mad. “Like, I don’t want it to happen.”

The silence that followed was deafening, and you had enough courage to look at him for a split second to see that he was just as surprised at himself. He shook his head again, tone turning softer—apologetic, as he edged closer to you, hands out as he pointed at himself.

“Look…this has nothing to do with you, it’s me. I don’t do serious, okay? I thought we both understood that? Hell—I thought you didn’t want serious either,” he explained, and you felt humiliation wash over you. “This was just a bit of fun, to get it out of our systems…?”

You couldn’t disagree with that. That was what it had started out as, but somewhere along the line you had fallen for him. You thought he’d fallen for you too… Or maybe you had just convinced yourself that… It hadn’t been true. You were fucking stupid, and now you looked like a fool. You didn’t reply, just continued to sit on your bed, Seokjin’s standing figure making you feel small and feeble.

He tried again.

“Look, I know sex can mess with a girl’s head more than a guy’s, but I really thought we were on the same page? I’m sorry—

“You’re a pig,” you spat, not believing your ears. He was really blaming this on you? Because you were female?

“T-That’s unfair,” he told you, shocked by your strong words.

“I’m not asking for you to marry me, Jin!” You shouted. “You’re just going to blame all this on my stupid female hormones?! You dick!”

You didn’t care if you sounded childish right now. You didn’t care if you looked stupid—you were stupid, so it didn’t matter. Stupid to think Seokjin wasn’t like the rest, but here you were…your heart heavy in your chest as you looked up at your mistake.

“Y/N—

“What about all the things you’ve said to me? I’m supposed to not read anything into them, right? Because you’re just saying them for the effect?” You continued, not wanting to hear whatever it is he had to say to you. He couldn’t make it better. He had turned you down already.

“I don’t know what things you’ve misunderstood.”

You scoffed loudly, too mad to burst into tears even though it felt like you would any moment now.

“Other guys trying to take me away from you,” you mocked in the most obnoxious voice you could pass of as his own.

There were other things too, many more examples. Numerous just minutes prior when he had been inside you. The thought now only made you nauseous. You felt like your skin was crawling, remembering you had let him touch you, say all that stupid shit to you, only to throw it back in your face.

He stayed silent as you threw the accusations his way, like a coward, so you continued, voice shrill as he shrunk further out your room. He was nearly at the door by now…

“Or is that just you thinking you have dibs because you’re fucking me?”

“It’s not like that at all,” he insisted, although his voice had fallen flat by now. He was defeated, because you were correct.

“I like you, Y/N—I really do, but—

“But not like that?” You finished for him, picking at your comforter again to distract you from the tears that wanted to fall.

“I’m sorry,” he apologised after a short pause.

You looked up to see him with his back to you and fresh anger surged through you.

“You can’t even look me in the eye,” you shot. “Coward!”

There was more silence before he spoke again, as if he was battling with himself for the right thing to say. In the end he chose the weak way out.

“I-I think I should just go…”

“Yeah,” you scoffed.

“I’m sorry for leading you on.”

There it was. More words to make you feel idiotic. It was all on you. You watched him open the door, pausing to look at you, his face sombre, but you didn’t feel sorry for him, you just stared straight through him.

“It’s probably best if we end this th-thing now…”

“Don’t worry, already forgotten,” you replied instantly, it taking everything you had to stay strong and keep you voice even.

His eyes widened, but he left it at that. He could probably see straight through you anyway. He knew it was façade, but he still left…

You heard him echo down the stairs and then the porch door opened and closed, signalling that you were alone. He hadn’t even bothered to wait for your brother. Oh well, that was his problem, not yours.

You didn’t even have the energy to distract yourself, staying at the same spot where Seokjin had fucked you not fifteen minutes before. You felt like you were in a dream. That couldn’t have actually happened, could it? You were so sure if you had spoken to him things would have worked out… You would have both told Kyuho and he would have been fine with it and everything would have been perfect… But you forgot one detail, you weren’t living in a Disney movie… You were an idiot, festering in your own humiliation as you replayed everything over in your mind.

How stupid were you to think that Seokjin liked you back? That the information you had pieced together over the weeks had been a figment of your overactive imagination… You had been so deluded you had even taken a lewd rule that he had when it came to sex with girls and turned into some sort of love confession. Reminding yourself of what you had overheard your brother say just made you feel even more dirty.

Why you? Why did he choose to mess with your head like that? Did he just give you what you wanted because it was easier to humour you? Did he find it funny? Had he even noticed you were falling for him? Imagining that he knew already and had just continued to use you because it was easy sex just made you feel sick. Was that all you were worth? Even today he had only come around early so he could get with you. There was no substance to your relationship. You were stupid to think there was…

However, maybe it was your fault…  You had after all, agreed for this to be casual because you both enjoyed having sex with each other. But you should have known something wasn’t right when once wasn’t enough. That deal back in your kitchen all those weeks ago had been for just one night. But you couldn’t stay away, even when you had tried… He hadn’t been able to either. That’s where wires had been crossed. Each look, each kiss, each touch, you had seen something more, while he hadn’t. Everything he’d said to you had just been part of the excitement. He had only chased you for the adrenaline rush. The biggest turn on, the forbidden fruit—you. You weren’t supposed to read into it. But you had anyway.

And now you felt stupid.

You’d fallen for him while he didn’t want you. Not like how you wanted him anyway.

“Just make sure you don’t get hurt, okay?”

Sunmi’s words came back to bite you on the ass. It was too late now. You were hurt, and the worst thing about it was that you’d have to continue to see Seokjin around and pretend like nothing had happened. You had to live a lie and hide your emotions. Each time you would see him a bitter reminder of what had happened.

It was a while before you realised you were crying, thick, hot tears running down your cheeks as you sat there feeling pathetic. Just the thought of never being around Seokjin like you had been for the past couple of months made your heart throb painfully and you didn’t know how you were going to cope.

Your phone screen lit up, signalling you had a text. Your heart dropped when you saw it wasn’t who you wanted it to be. How pathetic. Instead, it was your mom, telling you there were leftovers in the fridge ready to be heated up before you went out tonight. You groaned, throwing your phone face down on the bed. You’d forgotten about that and now you were positive you didn’t want to leave the house tonight—or any other night for that matter.

If you were anyone else, you would have thought fuck him, and gone. Gotten drunk, had fun, maybe hooked up with a cute guy you’d see there, but that wasn’t you. At all. And not after today. It hurt you to imagine Seokjin would do exactly that, most probably. Kyuho watching him and jeering him along because he’d have no clue his best friend had just broken his sister’s heart…

Fresh tears fell at the thought.

[ramblingthoughtsofayoungadult]

The Girl from Around the Block-Lip Gallagher Imagine

Requested: No

Warnings: some sensuality and language (Shameless imagine, don’t be surprised)

  Lip didn’t have many strictly platonic friendships with other girls. In fact, he never considered he was capable of having a relationship with a female that didn’t involve them screwing into oblivion. But Y/N Y/L/N was different. For one thing, they’ve known each other since they were two years old, when Fiona and Hailey, Y/N’s older sister, arranged a play date for the two of them. They bonded over a love of Legos and had been friends ever since. He helped her with homework and she helped him get out of trouble when trying to persuade him from getting into it failed. He taught her how to smoke and she taught him how to play the piano. They were perfect for each other but neither of them would admit it.

  “Come on, Lip, you’re telling me that you’ve never thought of asking Y/N out?” Ian asked.

  They were smoking on their porch in the hot Chicago summer. Ian had the day off from work and Lip was still thinking up his latest scheme to make money fast.

   “Y/N’s like a sister to me, you know. You don’t f---k your sister,” Lip said. “We aren’t royalty or anything.”

   Ian laughed. “Well, I’m pretty sure Y/N’s thought of f---cking you, you can see it in her eyes.”

   “Shut up.” Lip smacked Ian in the chest, making the ginger laugh.

   “Oh, that hurt so bad. Can’t you hit harder, pussy?”

   And that led to them wrestling jokingly, making Debbie roll her eyes inside and Carl begin cheering them on. Once they stopped (ie: when Ian pinned Lip down in their front yard), Lip sighed.

   “For the record, I let you win.”

   “Yeah, whatever.” Ian’s smile disappeared and he looked serious. “So, you’d really never consider getting with Y/N?”

   Lip rolled his eyes and shoved Ian off of him. “If you’re so into her, why don’t you date her?”   “Because I’m gay.”

   “Oh yeah, use that excuse.” Lip took another long drag of his cigarette as he stood. “Look, Y/N’s a cool girl and stuff but I can’t see us being serious. I mean, we used to take baths together and I had the pleasure of being the only person with her when she first got her period. There’s too much history.”

   As the words left his mouth, Lip knew he was lying to himself. He knew that he was madly in love with his best friend who somehow managed to be sweet but scrappy when it came to defending herself or any of the Gallaghers. Plus, there was the way she threw her head back when she laughed really hard, making her gorgeous y/h/c locks flow around her. Then, there was the way she’d scrunch up her nose whenever she was confused about a homework question. Plus, she was the one who first confronted him about Karen, telling him that he shouldn’t take her kind of bullsh-t anymore. Also, her y/e/c eyes would light up whenever she was staring out at Lake Michigan and she would jump whenever someone/something freaked her out.

   Ian glanced behind Lip. “Too much history, huh?”

   “Yep.”

   “Then you wouldn’t be too upset at the view behind you right now.”

   Lip turned around and what he saw nearly made him drop his cigarette. Across the street, standing on the corner, was none other than Y/N smiling widely as she kissed Will Brooks. 

    “What’s she doing with him?” Lip asked.

    “Well, Lip, it appears as though they’re making out. It probably has to do with the fact that she’s had a crush on him since second semester,” Ian said.

   “How the f--k do you know all that?”

   “Because I’m the gay friend she tells all this to,” Ian said. “And I can’t blame her. Will is the star of the basketball team, has muscles for days, and is the literal definition of tall, dark, and handsome.”

   “He’s an idiot. He thought that a square should count as a rhombus in geometry,” Lip muttered.

   “Someone sounds jealous,” Ian sang.

   “Shut up,” he hissed.

   But the green monster was making his blood boil as he watched Y/N laugh at something Will said before hitting his arm playfully. Her smile was beautiful and genuine, if only she was smiling that way for Lip. She kissed Will one last time before circling around him and heading down the street. However, Will didn’t let her get by before swatting her butt and making her jump. Lip could’ve strangled him right then and there.

   “Lip, Ian, you are not going to believe what just happened!” Y/N said when she got up to them.

   “You got syphilis from that idiot?” Lip asked.

   Y/N frowned. “No, but Will did just take me out.”

   “Where?” Ian smiled widely and crossed his arms just to spite Lip.

   “He took me to lunch and then we walked along Navy Pier, just talking. Your advice worked, Ian!” Y/N squealed as she hugged him.

    “Wait, you gave her advice on this?” Lip asked.

    “It’s what the gay best friend does,” Ian said.

    Y/N turned to Lip and frowned. “Why are you getting so upset about this?”

    “Because you didn’t tell me about it.”

    “I didn’t think you’d care if I went out with Will. It’s nothing serious.”

    “But it might be. The Bulls are looking at Will to draft him. I hear he’s going to be Chicago’s Kobe Bryant.”

    “This is the Bulls were talking about, Ian,” Lip said. “Besides, Will get a new girl every week, you should probably just forget about him.”

   “For your information, Mr. Negative, we’re actually going out again tomorrow night. He got us Bulls tickets!”    “Nosebleeds?” Lip asked.

   “Nope, near the floor, center court!” Y/N grinned. “I can’t believe this is happening. I never thought that Will would ever notice me.”

    “How could he not? You’re gorgeous,” Ian said.

    “Just be careful, okay. I don’t like the guy.”

    “You don’t like many guys, Lip. Besides, you should be happy for me. Who knows? Maybe one day I’ll get you court-side seats to see the Bulls.”

   “No thanks, I’m good.” Lip threw his cigarette down and snuffed it out with his boot. “I’m gonna go take care of some business.”

    “What business?” Y/N asked as she began following him down the sidewalk.

    “My usual business with Kev,” Lip said.

    Y/N’s eyes widened. “Lip, you can’t do that. You’re already high up on the cop’s radar, right behind Carl.”

   “I’ve been doing this since we were fourteen, Y/N, I know what I’m doing.”

    “But you getting arrested could f---k up your chances with MIT or U of Chicago or any other fancy school,” Y/N argued.

   “Hey, why don’t you worry about what dress you’re gonna wear to see Will again and I’ll worry about my future, alright?” Lip snapped.

   Y/N flinched at his words. They had had arguments before, but he never got this mean with her. “What’s your problem, Lip? Are you on the rag?”

   “No, just leave me alone.”

   “Fine, come around the block when you decide to stop being such a jackass,” Y/N said.

   Though her words were sharp, she sounded hurt and it hurt Lip that he had hurt his best friend. As much as he wanted to admit why he was really angry with Y/N, he was too prideful and scared of her reaction to say anything.

   For two weeks, Y/N didn’t come by to see the Gallaghers nor did Lip try to go up around the block to see her. Fiona, Ian, Debbie, Carl, Kev, and V did their best not to mention her name whenever Lip was around. But ever since their fight, Lip had begun drinking and smoking more. He was miserable. However, everything came to a head when Fiona confronted him one day.

   “Alright, Lip, go talk to her,” Fiona said.

   “What?” 

   Lip was sitting in the kitchen, drinking coffee while Fiona and Debbie were making breakfast.

   “You heard her, we’re sick of seeing you moping around all the time and drunk you is only so entertaining,” Debbie said.

   “I don’t want to talk to her. Besides, the only person she’s interested in talking to is Will.” Lip spat out the boy’s name.

   “That’s not true,” Ian said as he walked into the kitchen with Liam in his arms, “she talks to me all the time.”

   “If I want to talk to her, I’ll talk to her, alright? Can we stop f---king talking about her?” Lip snapped.

   Fiona set a plate of eggs and bacon in front of Lip and bent down to his level. “Lip, I know you’ve been in love with Y/N pretty much since the day you met and it must be killing you that you fought and that she’s with Will---”

   “Will Brooks? He’s a babe,” Debbie said.

   Fiona, Ian, and Lip collectively shot her a look that made her instantly regret her words.

   “Sorry.”

   Fiona sighed. “But you need to man up and talk to her. I know this is gonna be hard comin’ from me but I know love when I see it.”

   Lip groaned. “She’s not gonna forgive me.”

  “She will, we’ve all had to,” Ian said.

  Lip playfully shoved him before taking a long swig of coffee. “I’ll be right back.”

  “That’s my boy,” V said as she entered the kitchen from the rear entrance.

   “Did you hear all of that?” Ian asked.

   “For the most part. Please go talk to that girl, I’m sick of seeing you look more pissed off than usual.”

   Lip laughed. “I will, see ya, V.”

   As he left the house, Lip began going over everything he could possibly say to make everything up to Y/N. 

   “Hey, Y/N, I’m sorry for being a dick and getting pissed about you and Will. I’m sure the NBA accepts idiots too---no, can’t say that, she’ll get pissed that I insulted him. Y/N, I’m sorry for being a dick and I’m really happy for you and Will. Maybe the Bulls will start winning if he joins. Yeah, that’s better.” Lip paused. “Y/N, you probably hate me, but we have to talk...”

   “I thought that only crazy people talked to themselves,” Mandy said as she strolled up to Lip.

   “Oh, hey, Mandy,” he said.

    She was wearing a tight black tank top and short denim cut offs. They had a short-lived fling but decided that they were better off as friends. Besides Ian and Lip, Mandy was Y/N’s closest friend.

   “I’m guessing that you’re off to talk to Y/N,” Mandy said.

   “Yeah, I said some real sh-tty stuff to her and she didn’t deserve it.” 

   “She never does,” Mandy said. “It’s just too bad about her and Will.”

   Lip frowned. “What happened?”

   “You didn’t hear? She found out that he’s been cheating on her ever since they got together. I offered to have my brothers beat him up for her, but she said it wasn’t worth it. I haven’t seen her around in a long time.”

   “Sh-t.”

    “Yeah, so whatever you have to say to her, don’t f-ck up.”

   “Thanks, Mandy.”

    As Lip walked away from Mandy, he was both elated and furious. He could beat Will’s face in for what he did to Y/N but at the same time, he was ecstatic that she was single again. Now he really had to perfect what he was gonna say.

   “Y/N, I’m sorry about what happened between us. You didn’t deserve it and I was just being a dick. I’m also sorry about what happened between you and Will. He deserves to get the sh-t beat out of him.” Lip sighed. “And...and I got so mad about the whole Will thing because, you’re like a sister to me and I didn’t want to lose my sister or my friend...the friend I’ve been in love with since we were two.”

   At this point, Lip was standing in front of the Y/L/N’s house. Mr. Y/L/N was most likely back at work in the loan office and Mrs. Y/L/N was off being a maid in the W Hotel. Whether or not Hailey was home was a bit of a toss up since she would skip class more than Lip did. The navy, two-story house seemed a lot bigger than it usually did and part of Lip wanted to turn around and run away.

   “Don’t be a pussy,” he muttered. 

   He walked up the front steps and knocked on the door.

   Seconds later, a dog was barking and Hailey was yelling at it.

   “Geez!” she blew a piece of dark hair out of her eyes and narrowed them once she saw Lip. “Lip.”

   “Hi, Hailey.”

   The barking Rottweiler stopped when he saw Lip and began licking all over his face.

   “Hi, Buster,” Lip said as he scratched the dog. “I’ve missed you.”

   “Well, he’s missed you too, I don’t know if I can say the same for Y/N,” Hailey said.

   Lip sighed as he straightened up. “Look, I know I f-cked up majorly with Y/N and I’m sorry. I just want to apologize and if she doesn’t want to be friends with me anymore, that’s fine, I’ll understand. Is she okay?”

   Hailey’s e/c eyes softened slightly at Lip’s words but she kept a tense body language. “She’d be better off if that idiot hadn’t cheated on her weeks after she lost her best friend. But she’ll get through it, she’s tough.”

   “I know, is she here?”

   Hailey pursed her lips. “That Will guy might’ve hurt her but you really broke her heart, you know that, Gallagher?”

   “Yeah...”

   “I could kill you for how much you made her cry and then Will on top of that---” Hailey breathed.

   “And I’ll do my best to never make her cry again. Believe me, the last thing I want is to hurt her.”

   Lip hoped his sincerity showed through since Hailey was one of the most stubborn people when it came to protecting her family and doing what she thought was right.

   “She went to the Symphony. They let her listen to the music from the entry way as long as she doesn’t disturb anyone.”

   “Thanks, Hailey, I really appreciate it.”

   The L couldn’t have operated any slower that day, which made Lip even more anxious. He began chain smoking, hoping it would help him think more, but it didn’t. It calmed him down a little, but he still had no idea what he was going to say to her. Fortunately, downtown wasn’t very crowded and it was easy for him to find his way to the Symphony. Sure enough, Y/N was sitting near one of the door, cross-legged, listening intently to the passionate music. She looked gorgeous though she was wearing a simple white summer dress that went off the shoulders. Her hair was twisted up into a pretty bun on top of her head and her back was facing Lip.

   He carefully walked up to her, his mind racing with words.

   “Mind if I join you?”     Y/N gestured for him to sit without turning away from the door. Her eyes were puffy and he could tell that she had been crying.

    “Y/N, I need to talk to you.”

    “Sh, it’s Beethoven’s Symphony No. 9,” Y/N hissed.

    “Oh, right, sorry.” Lip managed to say quiet for five more seconds before saying, “no, you know what, f-ck the music, you can get this sh--t on YouTube or iTunes. We need to talk.”

   “Keep your voice down or we’ll get kicked out,” Y/N said quietly. 

   “Fine, but at least look at me when I talk?”    Y/N hesitated before turning to Lip. “Talk.”

   Lip paused. Everything he had rehearsed seem to leave his mind. “You’re beautiful.”

   Y/N rolled her eyes. “Go away, Lip.”

   “No, I’m serious. Even though that a---hole made you cry and did all that to you, you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. Always have been.”

   There was a long pause between them but Y/N looked stunned.

   “Is that all you have to say to me?”

    “No, I’m sorry about what happened between us. I shouldn’t have gotten so pissed off about you and that jerk.”

    “You were a real jackass,” Y/N muttered.

    “I know, and you didn’t deserve that. And I’m sorry about what happened----no, you know what, f-ck that, I’m not sorry. He didn’t deserve to be with you because you are amazing and sweet and talented and tough and strong. He doesn’t deserve to breathe the same air as you and neither do I.”

    Y/N looked stunned but suddenly looked dejected. “If I’m all those things, why did he cheat on me with Ashley Opperman, Jane Henkins, Mariah Little, Penny Gilbert, Vanessa Langley, and Iman Ashton?”

    “Because he’s an idiot who’s probably trying to get the clap if he got anywhere near Vanessa Langley,” Lip said.

    Y/N smiled. “I think she’s had ever STD under the sun besides AIDs.”

   Lip smiled. “I’m so sorry about everything that happened between us, Y/N. Is there any way you could forgive me?”    Y/N jokingly tapped her finger against her chin. “If you teach me how make things explode using that fancy technical vocabulary, maybe.”

   “Of course.”

   “And you help me pass my ACT.”

   “Okay.”

   “And you come to my piano concerts.”

   “I already do.”

   “Sober, though.”

   “Then you’ll have to play something less boring.”

   “Deal.”

   They jokingly shook hands before Y/N wrapped her arms around Lip and basically fell into his lap. He immediately pulled her close, inhaling her sweet scent.

    “I’ve missed this,” she whispered.

    “I love you.”

    They both froze. Lip couldn’t have said that any less smoothly if he tried. He couldn’t believe that he had blurted it out like that.

    Y/N pulled away slowly and looked at him with wide eyes. “Lip?”

    “I’ve loved you since we first met and I fell in love with you around the same time, I think. It drove me crazy seeing you with Will and I’m sorry I was so mean to you. If you don’t feel the same way then---”

    Lip was cut off as Y/N pressed her lips against his. He immediately pulled her closer as he kissed back. All those emotions they had for the past sixteen years came out in that exchange. They were so caught up they not only forgot where they were but also that they would need to pull away for air.

     “Eh hem.” An elderly security guard looked at them with distaste.

    “What’s your problem?” Lip asked.

    “Sorry, Ivan, we’ll be leaving now.”

    “No, that’s fine, Y/N, just try to ease up on all of that.” Ivan gestured to their current position.

   “You got it, Ivan.”

   He wandered away and Lip pulled Y/N into him again.

   “So, I’m guessing you like me too?”

   “No, I love you, I thought as smart as you are, you would’ve caught onto that when we were at least four,” Y/N teased.

   “Well, I’m smart enough to never let you go again.”

   “Good.”

    And that was how after many years, Lip Gallagher ended up with the girl from around the block.