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dreamescapeswriting · 3 years ago

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On The Run ~ MYG [Request]

WORD COUNT: 4.8k

PAIRING: Bodyguard!Yoongi x Reader

GENRE: Bodyguard!Au, fluffy, enemies to lovers, Yoongi has a soft spot for reader, Reader has a soft spot for Yoongi,

WARNINGS: Mentions of dead bodies, blood, mafia, underworld dealings,

A/N: Yes I am simping over Tatsu from the anime “The way of The house husband” so I used his name 😭😭 I feel like this is a little fast-paced so I’m sorry x I hope you like it though my love

Running away. That was your life now. There was no staying in one place, no settling down in some small village. Just running. Don't let people know who you are and never let anyone know your name. All of the joys of being on the run. But this was better than the life you had. At least this was a life. This was better than the way you were living before and you were never going to look back on it.

"Hey! Come back here!" A voice shrieked as you sprinted in the direction of the motel you were staying in. Panicked that they were going to catch up to you as you carried the backpack full of food with you. Run. Don't look back. Don't speak. Don't stop. Don't ever second guess a thing. Only move at night. Don't go out in the day. Just Run.

Tatsu Susaki one of the most feared men in the whole of South Korea. Everyone knew his name and face, even if they barely turned on the news or read a newspaper they knew him. Tatsu had moved from Japan to take over the South Korean underground, bored of whatever life he had back in Japan.

The man everyone called the immortal dragon, everyone feared him even if he was just walking down the street. People would stop what they were doing to pay their respects to him with money or gifts. The scariest man in the country and the one you were in a relationship with. Though it didn't feel like a relationship to you.

To you, it felt as though you were trapped with him rather than his girlfriend. Held hostage in his huge mansion of a home because you had fallen for a stupid pickup line not too long ago. If you had known it would have lead to this kind of life you never would have taken him up on his offer of a date.

"Where are you going?" A voice called out as you attempted to walk out of the back door. Sighing to yourself you had almost forgotten that Yoongi was in the house. Yoongi was your personal torture device.

In other words, he was your bodyguard.

The one you were adamant that you didn't need but Tatsu insisted upon giving to you. On the rare occasion that you were allowed out of the house, Yoongi would go with you. Everywhere. Shopping with friends, Yoongi would be there. Going to dinner with family, Yoongi would be there. Not that you were ever out with friends and family anymore.

It was as though Yoonig was attached to you at the hip.

"To the back garden, are we going to have a problem with that?" You asked snarkily as you turned to look at him. Neither of you got along with one another. Yoongi didn't want to be there any more than you did.

He'd joined Tatsu's family with the intention of getting into the business. Not being someone's personal babysitter.

It was a Sunday which meant Tatsu was out of the house doing lord knows what and you could do whatever you wanted...Within reason.

The man ordered you around like you were his daughter rather than his girlfriend. You didn't have a life outside of Tatsu's world anymore. He'd cut you off from everyone you had loved.

Friends no longer wanted to be around someone who would associate themselves with someone from the underworld. Your family were cut off from you because they disapproved or disrespected Tatsu in some kind of way. It was cut off or be killed and you made the decision to keep your family alive and well.

"You know you have to tell me everywhere you go," Yoongi told you as he watched you standing by the door. Hand clutching onto the handle as if it was your life support.

"Even when I have to go the bathroom? Or what about when I have to leave the house because my boyfriend is cheating on me?"

Yoongi looked at you sadly. It was no secret that Tatsu would cheat on you almost all of the time, he could do whatever he wanted meanwhile you were barely allowed to speak to anyone outside of his social circle. If you went out to parties together you were to sit there and look pretty.

His exact orders. He would give you an expensive dress and accessories before making you sit on a chair all night without speaking to another soul.

"You have to tell me everything and where you at all times." Yoongi stepped into the kitchen to be near you in case you made a sprint for the exit. Not that there was a way out of the back garden. If you had somehow managed to jump the 10-foot brick wall there were dogs around the property.

"Oh, so I'm like your little puppy. You get to take me on walks and feed me." You faked a giant smile on your face but Yoongi wasn't impressed.

"Y/n there's no need for this, we've been through this a million times before." It felt like billions to you. All you wanted to do was get out of this relationship but Tatsu had made it clear there was only one way out and that was in a wooden box in the ground.

"I'll keep going through it until you leave me alone." You grumbled, hand dropping from the handle once you realised he was going to follow you out there. All you wanted to do was go gardening for a little while.

"I can't. I'm paid to look after you." Rolling your eyes you stared at him,

"I'll pay you more"

"We both know you can't." He counted but you just opened the door not stepping out as you turned to Yoongi.

"I'm going to the garden." You grumbled as you walked out of the back door and down towards the greenhouse. Yoongi's eyes widened once he realised you were going toward the greenhouse. The one place he had been ordered to keep you out of.

"Y/n! wait! The boss said not-" He couldn't finish his sentence as you pushed the door to the greenhouse open. Letting out a scream of terror as you saw the blood pooling on the ground coming from a body.

"Is he fucking joking?!" You screamed instantly turning to hide your face in Yoongi's chest as he pulled you out of the greenhouse. His arms wrapping around you as he tried to comfort you, broken sobs leaving your mouth.

Fear crippling as you pictured the dead body lying there on the floor. The greenhouse was your one safe space, the one place you could go without it being ruined by Tatsu's world but that was now gone.

"I was under strict rules not to let you in there." Images of the body flashed into your head over and over again as you pushed Yoongi away from you

"I want to go out." You snapped, needing to do something to get the image of the swollen body from your mind. There was nothing that would ever make you forget the stench of decay or the colour that splattered the floor.

"You're not allowed today," Yoongi spoke as he began following you back into the house.

"Why?" It was a dumb question to which you already knew the answer.

"Because-"

"He said so." You mumbled in unison as you looked to Yoongi a part of you hoped that one-day Yoongi would feel so bad for you he'd let you go.

The only reason you hadn't run away was that Tatsu threatened everyone you loved and told you that he could find you no matter where you were.

"He has left orders for you though,"

"Of course he has," You uttered as you walked towards the grand staircase in the foyer.

"He has left a dress in the guest room, someone will be round to do your hair and makeup," Yoongi told you as you continued to walk up the stairs in silence.

"I'm going to take a bath." You told him as you reached the top of the stairs, turning to face him as he looked up at you.

"Shall I let you know when the stylists have arrived?" You hummed before walking towards your room. It wasn't as though you shared a bedroom with Tatsu, you were just there to look good for him. The two of you hardly spoke a word to one another since the first date. Unless it was him telling you off or speaking about you right in front of you.

Another night another boring party. Sitting in the booth watching as your "boyfriend" dance with other girls, kissed them and bought them drinks. The way in you had been photographed together, his hand practically cutting off your circulation when you had tried to avoid being seen by the cameras.

"Y/n," You glanced at Yoongi who sat down in front of you. Raising an eyebrow at him you wondered why he had come over to you.

"We could play a game?"

"A game?" You questioned a little apprehensive that he was suddenly trying to be nice to you right now.

"Sure, to stop you from being so bored." He seemed to be genuinely trying to make this a better experience for you but it wasn't going to work.

"What do you propose we do?" You looked at him before looking around the room. It wasn't as if you were allowed to get up and dance. What did he expect you to do? Sit and count how many people your boyfriend made out with.

"Eyespy."

"Eyespy what am I, 10?" You questioned him.

"Just, come on." You rolled your eyes before looking around you to see what Yoongi was going to pick for his first go.

"Eyespy something beginning with S." Eyes darted around the room until you saw the giant ice sculpture in the centre of the room.

"Snake." You mumbled as you answered Yoongi, he nodded and waiting for you to go next. Moving to sit beside Yoongi you smiled, nudging into him a little.

"Eye spy with my little eye, something beginning with C.," You said to him as you looked at Tatsu.

It continued on until you found yourself actually having fun with Yoongi. Forgetting for a moment that you were being forced to be at the party.

Giggling a little when you told Yoongi you had found something he was sure you'd never find you looked at him instead of where Tatsu was around the room.

"What are you doing?" Yoongi stood up straight and stared ahead at the crowd as Tatsu spoke with you.

"I was just having fun." You whispered as you looked at him. Swallowing the lump in your throat as you saw his eye twitch, something he did when he was mad.

"You're not here to have fun. You're here to sit there and look good!" He snapped making you flinch as you looked up at him, you never wanted to get on the wrong side of something with Tatsu so you nodded.

"I want you to sit here, alone." He left taking Yoongi with him as he ordered him to stand with the other guards on the other side of the room.

Hours passed by and Tatsu was still speaking with different girls on the dance floor. Letting their bodies brush against his own while you watched from the distance.

Yoongi had been moved to the other side of the room to stop you from talking to him. His eyes still trained to you as you watched Tatsu cheat on you for the ninth time that week. It was like he wanted you to watch as he cheated on you. Yet another powerplay of his.

Was it even a relationship when he was forcing you to be there? You were a captive.

Tatsu's eyes shut as he began to kiss down the woman's neck. It was your chance to break away without him noticing at first glance. Too busy with another woman's lips on his. You knew the bathroom had a window large enough to crawl through and you had a way out of the parking lot of the hotel you were in.

Standing up from the booth you began to make your way through the crowd of people. Pushing yourself past people who were grinding against one another drunkenly. Yoongi frowned when the crowds parted and he could no longer see you sitting where he had left you.

Glancing over your shoulder you made sure Tatsu was still busy before you crashed into the bathroom there was no lock so you had to make quick work of everything.

Kicking off the heels you were wearing before opening the window, glancing out at it. The bathroom was one floor up from the small alleyway below you. The height wasn't enough to hurt yourself and the window opened just enough for you to get through so you began pushing yourself through the gap.

Whimpering when you hit the pavement one floor below you. Digging through the front of your dress to grab the keys you had swiped from Yoongi.

Yoongi panicked as he saw you weren't in the room anymore, his eyes darted towards the exit. There was no way you had gone out of there since there were three guards there the whole time.

"What's going on?" Someone asked into the speaker in his ear.

"Yoongi left his post." Another said.

"Accompanying Y/n to the bathroom." He hissed as he walked towards the bathroom door, knocking on it and waiting for you to shout at him for following you but you didn't. There was no sound from inside of the room. That made him freak even more. Normally you would scream some kind of verbal abuse at him for following you to the bathroom.

"Y/n?" He called out moving into the room only to find your shoes on the ground. Bending down he picked them up and looked at the window.

"Shit." He walked back out calmly making sure no one was watching him as he headed for the exit. You probably went for air. You had to have gone for air. if you were gone he'd bed dead.

Roaring to life the motorbike engine you smiled as you finally saw your way out. Yoongi's motorcycle. You mentally thanked him for playing eye spy with you earlier in the night. It was the only way you could have ever gotten the keys to his bike.

"Y/n." Your head span to look at Yoongi who was staring at you from the alleyway.

"Don't," He warned as you put your leg over the seat and began to rev the engine. There was no going back. You were going. No one was going to stop you.

Taking in a deep breath you began to ride down the road, Yoongi racing after you as he watched you closely, weaving in and out of cars that were in your way. You weren't speeding just going a little over the limit when you saw a car that belonged to one of Tatsu's men coming your way.

"Fuck!" You screamed halting to a stop and racing to get down one of the small alleys without being seen but a man crossed the road making you scream. Your hand pressed frantically on the break causing you and the bike to skid into the alleyway.

Yoongi raced to you, praying that neither the driver nor passenger in Tatsu's car had seen that it was you on the bike. Did he think you weren't going to get seen? You were wearing a designer lace dress wearing one of the most expensive necklaces in the entire world.

"Y/n." He hissed pulling you to hide in the alley as he looked at you. Your leg had a cut on your calf but it didn't look as though it was going to cause you any kind of distress.

"Leave me alone." You begged him as you began to cry heavily, the thought of going back to Tatsu killing you inside. There wasn't anything that could make you go back into that building. You were through being the girl who was there to make him look good.

"Leave me alone, I need to get away." You begged with him to leave you, hitting his chest as he continued holding you tightly in his arms.

"Tell him I escaped. Tell him I died. Let me go." You pleaded with him. Each plea breaking Yoongi more and more as he listened to the desperation in your voice.

"Y/n I can't." He told you as he rocked you a little in his arms, doing his best to ignore the aching inside of him to take you away from everything.

"Give me some time to get away." Turning to look up at him he stared at you as he saw the pain in your eyes. That was the sign he needed to get you out of there.

"Go home. Pack light." He whispered as he stood you up, looking at your leg as he checked it out. Nothing bad that warranted a trip to a doctor. Nothing that can't be fixed by him when he gets you somewhere safe.

"What?" You sniffled as you looked at him, wondering what he was talking about.

"For once Y/n, please just do as you're told." You nodded at him as he pressed the earpiece on his ear.

"I'm taking Y/n home, she's sick." He spoke out to the other guards, you knew that Tatsu would either stay in the hotel with the girl he was with or find somewhere so you didn't have to worry about that. Yoongi looked at you before walking with you towards his bike. Standing it up once again, giving you a helmet from the seat hatch.

"Put this on and hold onto my waist." He whispered to you as he sat on the seat.

"Where are we going?" You panicked as you watched Yoongi shoving your clothes into a backpack that you had given to him. He'd changed into black jeans and a hoodie from his room in the house. Throwing some of his own clothes in the bag with yours.

"Change." He ordered as he looked at you, you were still standing there in the dress. Reaching to you he unclasped the necklace and laid it out onto the dressing table. Maybe if Tatsu saw that you had nothing of his he would let you get off easy. At least that was what Yoongi was hoping would happen.

"Bring something he wouldn't expect you to wear." He ordered again as you grabbed some ripped blue jeans, a black top with a blue jean jacket. Taking the clothes from your hands he pushed them into the bag.

"Change into something he would expect. Hurry." You could hear the panic in his voice as you rushed to the bathroom changing just as quickly as he had told you to.

Yoongi had all of the cash he had available to him. Around ₩1250000 he'd saved up and stashed in his room away from Tatsu.

"What are you going to do?" You questioned as he began pulling you down the stairs. This was the most panicked you'd ever seen Yoongi become and you had no question to rationalise what was happening and what he had planned for you both.

Yoongi said nothing as he began pulling you out of the front door and looking around. Guards were changing at the shifts. It gave you ten minutes to get out without being seen.

"Get on. Hold on." He ordered as he revved the engine of his bike. You sat behind him, hands clutching around his waist as he began to ride down the road. Helmets masking who you were for a little while but he knew it wasn't going to be enough. Yoongi was already one step ahead of everything that was going in his mind. He had a plan, he had no idea if it was going to work but he was going to try.

Just as you got outside of Seoul he stopped in a random parking bay on an empty road.

"What are we doing?!" You panicked looking at him as he began handing you clothes. The clothes he'd told you to bring that Tatsu wouldn't expect you to wear.

"Change. It's the middle of the night, no one is going to see." He mumbled as he bent down beside his boke and began to take off the plate.

"That illegal." You sniffled not realising that you were crying until you let out a small cry. Yoongi stared at you,

"Do you want to get away or not!?" He snapped harshly at you, not wanting to be rude but needing to get on the move as quickly as you both could. You nodded changing as he switched the plates around.

The two of you needed to get out of Seoul as quickly as humanly possible, it was only going to get you some time to be away from Tatsu. Before he and his men noticed you weren't at home.

"Yoongi?" You whispered as you watched him standing back up, he'd changed into a leather jacket and some jeans. Both of you in new clothes and new plates on the bike and yet he still hadn't told you what the plan was.

"We're heading back into the town. We need to get seen by cameras, this way it'll look like we went towards Busan on my bike but this is a new bike, new plates. He won't think to check it yet." He explained as he got onto the bike, your arms wrapped around his waist. You were trusting someone you previously hated and gave shit to.

"Where are we really going?" You asked him before he started the engine. It wasn't as if you could talk while it was running.

"Damyang."

"Whats in Damyang?" You questioned.

"My parents. I can get us more money, I can get supplies and from there we're on the run." Everything felt as though it was moving at 100mph.

"We?"

"You think he won't kill me for letting you go. Yes, we." He looked at you over his shoulder to see if that was okay and you nodded.

"We." You agreed as he started the engine. Driving out back into town as you kept your head resting on his back. Praying that this was going to work somehow. That Tatsu was going to leave you alone or at least have no idea where you were.

The middle of nowhere was where you had landed together the next day. Broad daylight and Yoongi decided to stop in some dingy motel.

"We can stay here for now." He explained as he came out of a small office holding a key to a room.

"Motel room for the night," You laughed as you looked at it. There had to be some kind of trap to this,

"Do you think I'm stupid?! You're going to tell him where to find us." You screamed out in a panic but he yanked you into the room and shook his head. Covering your mouth with his hand so that you didn't draw unwanted attention to one another. Daylight was going to be the worst time for you both. It was easy for you to be spotted, at least if you slept through the days and moved only at night it would be easier.

"No. The bike is hidden. We have to draw the curtains." He mumbled as he began shutting everything up. Blocking the door with one of the chairs that were in the room, adding a table so that you would hear if someone tried the door handle.

The two of you alone in a room with one bed, it was like something out o a cheesy romance novel.

"How long we will be like this?" You questioned as you sank down onto the floor at the foot of the bed.

"Forever probably...You know what he's like." He whispered as he sat down on the floor at the end of the bed with you. You looked at him. For the first time since the night before you realised how badly this was all going to affect his life and not just yours anymore.

"I'm sorry. I-I never should have made you do this-"

"Made me? Y/n I did this because I could see how much pain you were in. How badly you needed out of there...It wasn't right for him to do this." You looked at him sitting closer to him as you nodded. Seeing him in a whole new light because he showed you a simple act of kindness.

"I promise he'll never hurt you or come near you...We can run forever." You smiled weakly before leaning forward and kissing him softly.

"Thank you." You breathed out, leaning your head on his shoulder and closing your eyes and for the first time in ever sleeping peacefully through the day.

Yoongi came around with the bike and looked at you as you stood out in the middle of the pathway. Middle of the night and you were just standing there, taking in the air and the scenery around you.

"What are you doing?" He questioned watching you standing there. Arms spread as you took in deep breaths as if it was the last time you were ever going to do this but it was the opposite reason. It was the first time you were allowed to be out in the open like this. No guards, no rules, no restrictions.

"We're free...I-I don't have to be ordered around." You whispered as you looked at him, he was smiling the most you'd ever seen him smile ever. It was one of the cutest smiles you'd ever seen, such a cute gummy bear smile.

"I can be me...I don't have to listen to someone telling me to sit and be quiet." You breathed out tears rushing down your cheeks as you realised just how free you were now. Yoongi wiped your face with his thumb and smiled, kissing your lips softly. You smiled against his lips as you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck until he pulled back from you.

"Get on." He whispered as he got onto the bike first and steadied himself.

He drove off. Your arms in the air as you let the wind rush over you both enjoying the newfound freedom that you had.

"Drive," You laughed to Yoongi as you climbed into the backseat of the truck that Yoongi was waiting inside of. A year on the run and you were still going. Motel rooms in the day, driving in the night. With the two of you awake in the night, it was as though you were the only ones in the world. Just the two of you against the world.

"Did you get seen?" He asked a little panicked when he saw a man rushing after the car. You climbed through to the front seat and shook your head.

"No, he was asking for my number so I bolted," Yoongi smirked as he ran his hand up your thigh giving it a small squeeze.

"That's my girl." He chuckled as he began heading towards the motorway, the next stop on your list was Geoje. You were going to keep driving until you found a motel or until daytime came around. Whichever came by first.

"I told you to pay for the gas and get out," Yoongi laughed as you looked out behind you. The man was waving you back as you shook your head at Yoongi.

"Not my fault I'm irresistible." You joked as he quickly turned to you, kissing you softly before he looked back at the road.

"That you are." He breathed out as he continued driving. The bike had been traded for the old beat-up truck Yoongi had gotten from an elderly man in Daegu when you were there. Another way to lose any traces of you if Tatsu had any of them. The truth was neither of you knew if anyone was watching you or following you but it was fun being on the run. Just the two of you in the whole world. Moving at night so it felt like you were alone and had the world to yourselves. Your days in the motel rooms were spent playing board games, card games, watching tv or just spending one on one time with one another. The two of you had developed a growing relationship with one another. There was no one else you wanted other than Yoongi.

"Hey," You whispered as you pulled up to a red light. He glanced at you and you took his chin into your finger and thumb. Kissing him sweetly before pulling away when the light was green.

"Drive," You giggled looking out of the window at everything that was passing you. Everything looked so much prettier at night. You didn't know or want to know what life had in store for you, all you cared about was having Yoongi with you throughout it all. The two of you against the world.

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heyitsyn · 4 years ago

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HALLOKNEE

Manager!Seijoh

a/n: a halloween special with our boys and the mess it is

summary: lets just say,, things get weird during halloween

okay so first of

halloween isnt a favorite holiday of most of the boys

like they all ltr are towers and skyscrapers but these kids are absolutely terrified of it all

but you just really like the holiday bc of yanno, candy, scary stuff, and omg costumes!

so you were basically very hyped and excited about it and you were excitedly humming to yourself as the date grew closer

the boys were confused as to why you were actually happy and in a good mood but they didnt complain bc they love seeing you happy

the flowery aura makes them heart eyes

HEART GOES DOKIDOKI

oikawa ran over and he stood behind you as you were distractedly humming to your clipboard

‘watcha doing, y/n-chan?’

he whispered to your ear

normally, you would shriek or flinch but you didnt and instead, turned and flashed him a grin

‘checking our schedule! i have a surprise for you all and i want to make sure theres nothing happening to stop it from happening!’

the boys grimaced and held a hand to their heart at your joy and they didnt even question what was going on or why you were so excited

all they know is you were happy

lmao oikawa got the hardest shot to it

he was front seat and his eyes widened and he froze

then he pulled you to his chest and nuzzled his face into your neck

‘aawwww~~!!!! youre so cute y/n-chan!!’

these idiots are so whipped and simp for you so hard that they completely forgot everything

your happiness continued for another week and my god that was probably the best week of their life bc you were just fluttering and giggling and skfjdslkjfdlflfkjs

to be fair though, you mentioned halloween being close and you were looking forward to a family night of watching scary movies in tv and duh these boys were already arguing with each other on who would protect you

‘I WANNA SIT NEXT TO Y/N-CHAN!’

‘WHY?! SO YOU CAN HAVE AN EXCUSE TO HOLD HER?! YOURE A PERVERT SHITTYKAWA!’

‘AS IF YOURE NOT ANY BETTER IWAIZUMI!’

‘HANAMAKI STAY OUT OF THIS!’

ltr its just a big warcry between the third years while the second and first years already were getting head pats from you for being brave boys and were comfy right next to you

‘my boys are so cute~’

ITS A LOVE SHOT! NAAA NANANANANANANAANANAAAAAA

by then, the surprise was getting closer and you were already jumping in your toes

the night before, you texted the group chat to meet you at the school by 8 pm tomorrow

they all sent replies saying okay with no questions

‘okay love you y/n-chan! <3′

‘got it! good night!’

‘sweet dreams darling!’

at around 7:30, you were standing by the school bus since coach mizoguchi omg bless his heart was going to drive you all

the boys were all dressed in warm clothing and my gosh they all looked like models what the heck

we’re just going to ignore and forget that hideous infamous oikawa outfit

but you didnt focus on that and instead waved at them happily

‘you guys!’

oikawa jumped joyfully at your voice before naruto running over to you and scooping you in his arms

‘y/n-chan!’

he shouted and you didnt mind being twirled around since you were giggling and laughing

after iwa punched his head, oikawa had to let you down and they continued bickering so you took this chance to go over to the others by the side

‘are you all excited?’

you asked and they smiled softly

kunimi ruffled your hair and you grabbed his hand

‘it’s really sweet you planned something for us, y/n’

watari reached over to pat your head and you wholeheartedly accepted the affection

‘oi, just tell us’

kyotani grumbled but you cutely smiled and held a peace sign

‘nooo~~!’

you checked your watch and you jumped

‘oh my! we need to hurry on the bus now!’

you herded everyone to sit in their seats and oikawa raised an eyebrow at the driver

‘oh? why is-’

‘your dear manager wanted to have a bonding exercise for the team. how could we refuse? oh, coach irihata said to make sure you know how to breathe and calm down’

the last sentence made question marks appear on everyone’s heads but you waved it off

‘oh come on, mizoguchi-san! dont ruin the surprise!’

you whined from your seat and the elder caught your eye at the rearview

‘just making sure to warn them, especially oikawa’

‘me?’

but he went unanswered

the team gave up trying to ask you bc you would just mischieviously smile and shake your head cutely

‘nope~! not tellingggg~!’

but oh my they were answered

mizoguchi dropped everyone off in front of a building where there was also other people at

owo the people just simply stared bc omg like 12 boys? thats freaking great and i have finally lived and can die peacefully now

the team blinked as they got off the shuttle bus and they were so confused that you waved mizoguchi off to make sure the boys wouldn’t run back to the bus if they figure it out

ofc our ever smart baby kunimi was the first to figure it out and his mouth opened

‘why,,, do you hate us, y/n-chan?’

slowly the light bulbs turned on in everyone’s heads and they all had the same shocked look

DKFLSJDKFJLDKFLJ LIKE IN OHSHC WHEN THEY FIGURED OUT HARUHI’S A GIRL OMG I MISS THAT SHOW

‘nope! im going home!’

kindaichi started to walk but you hurriedly grabbed his arm

‘nooo yuu-kun!!! noo!! please stay!! i worked so hard!!!’

you looked up with your puppy dog eyes and kindaichi scrunched his face up

no no no fight it kindaichi

but ofc hes weak to you so he sighed and went back with the group

‘oi, are you insane or what?’

kyotani, despite his tough facade, wasnt exactly the greatest with any jumpscares in movies so having a jumpscare in real life wouldn’t exaclty be,,,, not violent

but you trust he can handle it and leave the place without a charge for assault

it was clear the others were already regretting it and you got sad bc you did work hard on getting a reservation since this haunted house was the most haunted in this part of japan

your figure in front of them made them tear their eyes away from the scary windows which they swore had someone staring at them

‘come on, you guys! we’ll have fun! i promise! its not that scary!’

you assured but they still didnt look convinced

‘you know, i just,,, i wanted everyone to,, bond and,,, have fun,,,,,, and because halloween is my favorite holiday,, i thought i could share it with you all. but im sorry that i was selfish and,,,, did it even though you guys dont like it’

not at y/n being totally manipulative and using their affections and attraction to her to help her case

your downcast expression and sad eyes snapped them out of it and they just sucked it up and they all shared a look that practically meant

‘suck it up, and make sure y/n is having fun. forget about us, its her time right now’

this led to you guys standing in front of the door guy and he cracked up at the sight of this cute little girl bouncing in her shoes with a group of guys who looked pale and nauseous

‘reservation name?’

‘seijoh!’

you exclaimed and he looked in the list before nodding

‘okay. so first, the rope is what guides you all. make sure, whatever you do, never lose grip on it bc you might get lost. keep in mind, this is an actual abandoned hospital and is known to actually be haunted so unless you want to go ghost-hunting and meet unknown people or spirits, dont stray off’

that warning should’ve scared you like the boys but you just agreed with a bright grin

‘yep!’

the doorguy chuckled before reaching into the box beside him

ngl oikawa was already so scared that he flinched, not knowing what was inside of it

‘a flashlight to help you guide yourselves’

you held it tight and yahaba was already holding on to your jacket sleeve

‘also, phones in the bin, please’

‘hah?!’

iwaizumi started but you placed a hand on his chest

‘its to make sure no one films anything and ruins the surprise’

you assured and he stopped but continued glaring

everyone hesitantly placed their phones into the bin where they saw it being locked into a locker and the key was given to you

‘you can get it back when you exit so dont worry’

you nodded and the team rolled their eyes but nodded anyways

brats

‘all set? okay! go on in! happy hunting!’

omg you were slightly regretting it already

kyotani refused to not be away from you so he was holding your hand while yahaba remained clutching you

the third years wanted to appear all tough so they took the lead but oikawa was screeching and screaming at the littlest things which caused makki to scream and mattsun to also scream and then iwa and everyone else

it was like a screaming train

you even heard kyo gasp multiple times and you tightened your grip on his hand to assure him he was okay and you were right there

everything was going smoothly excused the screaming and everyone was actually having a little bit of fun since it was funny watching everyone scream at the littlest things

‘NOOO!!!!!!’

‘WAAAAHHHH!!!!!!’

the many rooms had the actors and dear god they should be emmy winning by how they just stared at you all and still sent shivers down your spines

then the unthinkable happened

the flashlight that iwaizumi was holding started to flicker and eventually died, leaving you all stranded in the pitch-dark

there wasnt even any light above you so everything was just black

everyone stopped, your breathing being paused and no one made a sound

‘RAAAA!’

someone from beside you shouted in your ear and you screamed so loudly and in instinct, everyone bolted forward with no direction on where to go

kunimi and kindaichi were holding each others hands and ran also dragging along watari since he was holding kunimi’s sleeve and also yahaba and you and kyo

‘IWA-CHAN!!!’

oikawa instinctively shouted and they all held on to each other

mattsun expected to catch ahold of watari’s hoodie since he was behind him but there was nothing but air

‘uh, you guys?’

he wished and prayed and hoped your voice would answer back but there was silence

‘oi! l/n y/n!’

he shouted and makki trembled in fear

‘iwaizumi? oikawa?’

‘h-huh!’

iwaizumi grunted and my goodness was this really happening

everything was going too smoothly that something bad happening shouldve been seen from the get-go!

the 4 third years were thankfully with each other since they were already huddled up at the front but their kouhais were nowhere near them

‘iwa-chan! what do we do!’

oikawa cried and iwaizumi hit him to keep him quiet

‘shut up shittykawa!’

‘oi! stop fighting and think about this!’

mattsun quieted them down into shaking forms

‘the team is gone. theyre somewhere in this hospital and there’s a chance theyve strayed off the path’

makki shakily breathed

‘so what should we do?’

iwaizumi bit his lip to think of a plan

‘should we just go around and shout and scream for them?’

oikawa suggested but makki turned it down

‘no. that would ruin it for everyone else. we’re not the only ones in here’

oikawa blanched

‘i dont care about the other people! who knows what happened to y/n! i give no fck about strangers when she could be lost somewhere in this big ass hospital!’

they were stumped with no solutions so they just agreed to iwa’s suggestion

‘lets just hurry and get this over with and meet the people outside and get their help’

‘or! we can ask the staff in here, the actors, to help us! this is an accident’

‘you stupid or dumb? you think they would help us? its an us problem, not theirs, so theyre not going to abandon their post and look for them’

ltr maybe its the panic thats making them all crazy but they just settledon hurrying up and finishing the maze so they could get help

but the moment they turned to what seems to be a corner, they already managed to get themselves lost

iwaizumi felt around for the familiar texture of the rope which is supposed to be at his right but in the end, his hand reached nothing

‘fck!’

he shouted and scared the other 3

‘WHAT?!’

makki yelled

‘the rope. the rope’s not here anymore’

silence

then oikawa sobbed

‘oh my god im going to die’

he whimpered and makki sniffled

‘i wanna go home’

mattsun and iwa were the only at least stable ones and they finally resigned to defeat and grabbed their friends and walked to nowhere

on to your side!!

you and the others finally stopped running but the beating of your hearts still pumped at a fast speed

‘are we safe now?!’

kindaichi shouted and there was a chorus of confusion amongst the others

‘iwa-san?’

you checked and usually he would grunt but there was just silence

it was quiet and the familiar voice of oikawa was nowhere in sight

‘i dont know about you guys but my oikawa sensors just shut off’

yahaba pointed out and you gasped

‘where are they?’

kyotani refused to let go so you felt around with your left hand for the rope

to your relief, it was still there but the feeling of the missing boys outweighed it and made your anxiety levels spike up

‘should we call them? lets call them’

yahaba started but kyotani bonked his head

‘baka. they took our phones earlier’

the reminder of the confiscated form of communication meant that there was no other way you could contact the others

panic bubbled over kindaichi watari and yahaba while you kunimi and kyotani were busy thinking of something

‘i think theyve strayed off. if they didn’t, they wouldve heard us from up there’

kunimi mumbled

‘but where else could they have gone to?’

you asked and kyotani huffed beside you

‘we cant see anything. hell, i cant even see you. obviously theres probably a hallway they ran down to without even knowing they went there’

‘so youre saying theyre lost? without any way to contact us? what do we do?’

you whimpered, finally realizing and the idea of the others being gone settling in

‘this is all my fault. i shouldnt have dragged you here. i made a mistake-’

‘hey, dont freak out. im right here’

even though you couldnt see him, kenta maneuvered his way to cup your face and you felt his forehead press against yours and his nose nuzzling your cheek

the smell of cherry blossoms and vanilla with the slightest hint of sandalwood

kyotani’s scent comforted you and you were able to calm down

‘we’ll figure this out. its okay, you got me’

he whispered and you nodded

‘youre right here. we’ll be okay, okay?’

you giggled a little bit at the repitition of the word but smiled when he pulled you close to his chest

ugh i mightve already written a kyo route but that doesnt stop me from putting in kyo moments :”)

the other 4 were figuring out a plan that was eerily similar to the 3rd years

‘lets just finish this and ask the staff for help later’

they all agreed to kunimi’s idea and hurriedly gripped the rope to start going back to the path

you were in between kindaichi and kyotani with the former in front and the latter behind you

‘im right here. you got this’

kyotani would occasionally whisper and you were so grateful to have someone to be there

then the lights flickered and your eyes caught sight of something down the hallway to your left and you noticed a shadow

a shadow of a tall figure that was kinda familiar

‘y/n-chan~’

you flinched and the voice of your blocker filled your ears

‘mattsun-san?’

you were too focused on the voice to hear the others questions of what was happening

‘over here, y/n-chan~’

there it was again

‘mattsun-san!’

you shouted and bolted to the hallway where you were sure the voice was at and you were ignoring the shouts of the others and kyotani hurriedly ran after you

‘mattsun-san!’

you shouted again and you ended up at the hallway, with the lights still flickering but there was no one

kyotani panted as he caught up to you before snatching your hand

‘oi! dont run off like that!’

it seems the others were too scared to let go of the rope that they were fine if kyotani went after you bc he was strong so he could protect you both if needed

right?

kyotani is a bark bark woof woof boy not a priest

you felt his warm hand grip your again as if to signal that you werent running off alone again

‘i heard him i swea-’

‘to your left, y/n-chan~’

ok ngl im getting chills writing this

the flickering lights allowed you to see the shadow again and yep there it was

it was at the end of the hallway to your left and once you turned and saw it, it ran to the right

‘mattsun-san! wait!’

as you were going to run, kyotani refused to let you go

he placed strong hands to your shoulders and you looked up at him, your eyes manic

‘listen to me, y/n. youre hearing things’

he firmly said

‘i dont hear matsukawa or anyone’

you started breathing heavily, the air seemingly getting colder and thinner

‘you dont understand! he was right there! his shadow-!’

‘let her play a game, boy!’

matsukawa’s voice this time took a harsh tone and even kyotani jumped, holding you to his chest protectively

‘oi! matsukawa! its not funny anymore!’

your eyes looked over kyo’s shoulder and you saw the shadow again from behind him

‘please trust me, kyo! hm?’

you begged and he sighed

‘im holding on to you. im not letting you go again’

this wouldve been romantic if you werent in an actual paranormal story

you chased after the ghost and it would occasionally whisper in your ear to keep your attention until you ran into a pitch-black hallway

‘what do we do now, y/n?’

kyo whispered and you trembled

‘mattsun-san!’

you weakly cried, knowing there was a strong possibility he wouldnt answer back

but a loud screech from the far right brought hope into you

‘Y/N-CHAN!’

is that-

‘oikawa-san?!’

you shrieked and there was a trample of footsteps running over to you and naturally, kyotani pulled you behind him

then a hand made you shriek

‘relax. its just me, y/n-chan’

mattsun’s voice sounded clearer this time since he was right beside you and you hugged him

‘come on. everyone hold hands so that no one will get lost. we’ll take about this later’

iwa commanded and as the true leader of the gang, everyone followed his lead

there was a red sign with the most amazing word on top of it

‘EXIT’

it looked like a door that was only meant for staff but at this point, you all were desperate to just leave

as you reached the handle, the voice came back

‘aw~ leaving so soon?’

you turned around, halting mattsun and kyotani as they held your hands and felt you stop

‘show yourself. i know you’re not mattsun-san so stop using his voice’

you demanded and you turned, feeling a chilly air rush behind you

‘boo~’

it whispered to your ear and you eyes widened at the sight from further down the hallway

you could make out a mass of a body and at the top, there was bright red eyes and white teeth smiling menacingly

‘oh my god’

you whispered and the boys saw exactly what you were seeing

‘what is that’

oikawa whimpered

its mouth obviously moved as it spoke

‘are you leaving me, y/n-chan? so cruel~’

its voice was sickly sweet and sounded like a teenage boy’s but was so mean and hate-filled

you started sobbing and oikawa turned the door to run but it stayed put and didnt budge

‘you were so fun to play with~ are your friends fun too~?’

it looked like it was coming closer with a hand outstretched and you started shivering and your voice ripped into a scream

‘stop! go away!’

iwa mustered all his strength and ran against the metal door but it opened on its own, leaving the boy to land on the grass from outside

you were pulled by the others before it could touch you and you were already hysterically crying before the first and second years ran over and engulfed you to a hug

you were being hushed by the them and you tightly held on to someone’s arms

‘sshhh its okay, we’re right here’

you reduced to hiccups before looking around

‘w-where’s the other people?’

you asked, taking notice of the empty field

‘are we at the back?’

the boys shared a confused look

‘huh? what are you talking about, y/n?’

you looked at yahaba like he was crazy

‘the other people! the other people wanting to go in! and the doorguy! the haunted event! the haunted house!’

their eyes flickered everywhere to try and make sense of what you were saying but in the end resulted to just pure confusion and fear

‘y/n, we’re not at some event’

iwa started and your eyes widened

‘w-what?’

makki shakingly placed a hand on your shoulder

‘y/n, you dragged us here to go ghost-hunting. and there’s no doorguy’

your eyes flickered down as your mind tried to wrap itself with what was going on

‘what do you mean? i took you here for a haunted attraction! the doorguy took our phones and locked them in a locker, remember?’

you wildly waved your arms around but they still didnt understand

‘and the flashlight! and the rope! w-we had to hold on to the rope! the rope made sure we didnt stray off the path! bu-but the flashlight! the flashlight died!’

kunimi noticed the beginning of a panic attack so he pulled you close to him and made sure you could feel his heartbeat

‘listen to me, y/n. you took us here because we all lost a bet with you and this was what you wanted since its halloween and we trespassed to go here and there was no doorguy who took our phones because all our phones died the moment we got here and we saw a rope hanging from the ceiling and we had no flashlight in the first place’

he whispered to your ear and you pushed away from him, curling your arms around yourself

‘no! what bet?! i took you here for bonding time for our volleyball team! you were getting busy for inter high so i figured this could help you have fun!’

now that took the cake

‘what volleyball team?’

your eyes finally settled on your ‘captain’

‘what do you mean, ‘what volleyball team’, oikawa-san?’

totally disregarding the fact that you just called him by his last name instead of his first, he focused on what you were talking about

‘if you wanted to bond with the volleyball team, then you brought the wrong sport team over then’

oikawa scoffed, feeling rage bubbling inside him at the familiar players of the volleyball team

‘you shouldve brought over nagisa and rin and them, then, y/n’

makki bitterly mumbled and you were just so exhausted and tired and confused

‘WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT’

you bursted and started crying which ofc prompted the others to calm down and focus on you

‘y/n, love, we’re the swimming team, not the little ball playing game’

mattsun reminded and you shook your head, disbelief and utter fear present in your face

‘then-then! oikawa-san! give me your right knee!’

you ran over and he questioningly raised his leg

‘uhh,, what are you doing, y/n?’

kunimi asked but you waved him off, determination in your eyes

‘this should prove hes a volleyball player’

then you punched it really hard which resulted with a sickening pop

oikawa screamed

a/n: idk if the concept is clear enough but uwu send in a guess and ill answer if you got it right

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I just found your blog, and I love it already. Can I request relationship hc for Kankuro and Darui(if you write him)?

✎ Relationship HC’s (Kankuro, Darui)

A/N: so I’m proud I actually managed to whip a post out lol, also Kank and Darui are some of my fav characters and I’m sad I haven’t written much for either of them... anyways, enjoy and thank you for requesting this, wonderful anon!

Kankurou

So we can just jump straight into it here: you’re gonna have to put up with all the puppets. Like when you come over to his apartment for the first time you probably have 5 mini heart attacks. You’re shrieking around every corner you turn because there is always damn puppet there waiting for you. Sometimes it’s not even a full puppet, just a puppet limb. This continues to scare the shit out of you when you move eventually move in too. Like it’s something you cannot escape.

Yes, he does have a work room, but his work is not limited to that room (that’s what he’ll sassily tell you as he picks up the puppet you flung across the room because it basically jump scared you.) However.. Little by little you notice that he starts to leave less and less puppet parts around the house, which is really touching because Kank can be stubborn as fuck sometimes.

Also, he loves when you come over and sit on his lap while he works on one of his puppets; bonus if you let him blab about them. Honestly you don’t have to even listen, just make it look like you are. Let your hands play with his hair as you nod along whenever he pauses his sentence, knowing it’s a cue for a little response from you.

One of the scariest things you’ll have to deal with in the relationship is when Kankurou casually has conversations with his puppets. Like one night you came home a little late from work and you heard your boyfriend talking in a hushed tone and you’re like?? Who’s he talking to?? Figured it was Gaara because let’s be real.. Kank does not have a side hoe, he cannot get a side hoe, even if he wanted. So anyway.. You didn’t want to bother him, so you just quietly walk into the work room to peek inside, only to find Kank talking to one of his puppets. He notices you at the door and stops mid conversation and clears his throat, but it’s too late, you’ve already heard him.

“Kank.. babe.. we’re you talking to your puppet just now?” He just stares at you sheepishly, but the puppets still perched on his lap nonetheless, “... There’s no point in me denying it is there?”

He’s kinda shitty at gift giving on special occasions. Like he is just is so fucking bad that you’ve accepted the fact that your birthday gift will be a teddy bear like every single year. But he makes up for it with the random gifts he gives you throughout the year. Like if you’ve been away for a long time you always come home to some sort of cute little puppet waiting for you. He’s made one of your favourite animal, favourite anime character, mini versions of his own puppets, etc. At this point in the relationship you’re starting to get used to the puppets, so you end up keeping them on a shelf in your room. He always gets so giddy when he comes to your place and sees them displayed like that. And loves it even more when you keep them displayed after you move in together.

Sorry sweetheart, but if you do not like his siblings.. NEXT CALLER. Bye. He’s ending the relationship right there. But if you get along with them his heart melts, especially if you and Gaara become friends. Or like if you can remotely handle Gaara pre chunin exams. Yah will do it. He’s head over heels for you. You’re both protective mama bears now and will keep Temari and Gaara safe with your lives and vice versa.

Badass fighting duo. If anyone wants to fuck with Gaara or Temari you two are gonna fuck shit up to say the least. But even on missions too, like you guys can read eachother perfectly and even if you were bickering before the battle starts — all the tension goes out the window and you’re focused on the problem at hand. You can go back to flaming eachother afterwards. Just a little side note: he loves showing off his puppet skills. So don’t be surprised if he calls out “y/n! Babe! Y/n! Over here — This is how the Ant looks in action.” Then he proceeds to iron maiden the victim. Give him a thumbs up and congratulate him please. Even if it’s kinda a very graphic scene.

Kinda fucks with PDA tbh, like he tones it down once Gaara becomes Kazekage because he needs to keep up a respectable image, but still does light PDA. Pre Kazekage Gaara, he would suck your face off anywhere. But when Gaara becomes Kage, he just gives you quick kisses instead. Doesn’t go for handholding a lot, prefers having an arm around your shoulders or around your waist. Slaps your ass too, if there isn’t a lot of people around and he can get away with it. If you wanna make him jealous though, all that composure goes out the window.

KISS HIS HANDS. LOVE HIS HANDS. When you’re at home and you two are cuddling, run your thumb lightly over his knuckles, over his calloused palms, kiss the pads of his fingers... it just makes him so soft lol. Like kiss the scars of blisters or scratches from his work tools and he’s putty in your hands girl.

I’m 100% sure that Kank can handle a moody / bratty s/o. Like you’ve got a little spice? He can take that. Afterall, he handled little moody pre teen Gaara before, I’m sure he can handle you. Doesn’t mean he isn’t stubborn though, he won’t let you win arguments. Which is a problem if you’re stubborn too. You will argue for hours and wont even remember what you were arguing about to begin with, then one of you’ll have to be like: pause the music.. what were we even mad about? Neither of you can remember and you’ll just shrug it off and go out for ramen or something like nothing happened.

If you don’t already have somewhat of a thick skin when you start dating Kankurō, you will eventually form one. If not, shits not gonna work out. Like he’s just a teasing person and he likes to have little roast sessions, they just entertain him. He hardly ever oversteps himself when it comes to the banter, but if he does he’s kinda oblivious. If you start crying though he’ll feel so bad, like it was just mindless teasing he didn’t mean to make you cry. Will remember what made you react like that and won’t ever mention it again.

I think he also tells the best stories. Like he just has the best expressions and voice for it. Not to mention having a jinchuuriki and Kazekage as his brother; he’s experienced some crazy shit. He mindlessly babbles them out to you whenever something reminds him of that particular time. Like if he sees a person walking their dog, it brings him back to the time when he defended kiba against one of the Sound Four. Then boom. He just randomly blurts out the story as you two are walking.

Kankurou is a surprisingly good cuddler. He always wants to be the big spoon and likes to pull you close to his chest and sling his arm around you lazily when you’re watching tv together . He’s constantly getting his hands tangled in your hair because he loves to play with it. Sometimes if you fall asleep while he’s cuddling you, you’ll wake up two French braids or something. Honestly, you’ll be shocked at how he managed to do that at first, but let’s be real he probably styles his puppets hair in his free time.

Overall an entertaining s/o, I would reccomend.

Darui

Oh boyyyyyy... Where do I start with this guy? He’s such an amazing hype man. Like Darui is so fucking flattered that he managed to score such a smart and gorgeous person that he will never let you forget it. He swings you compliments all the time and they don’t even sound overbearing from him because he’s just that cool. Even the way he compliments you is cool. Don’t forget to compliment him too though.... pls be eachothers hype men.

He’s also the loyalist man you will ever meet — we see what he’s like with the Raikage, you can’t tell me otherwise. Like once the two of you are officially dating he is committed 100% to you and will do anything for you. So do not mistake his laid back demeanour for laziness because when it comes to your relationship he is ready to do whatever you want. You want a certain flavour of ice cream, but the store ran out? He will go to every single grocery store in the village to find you that flavour for you. His s/o deserves the best and if they can’t have their favourite ice cream then he won’t rest till they do. Literally. Sometimes you have to go out and find him and tell him it’s okay and that he can come home, you don’t need that flavour that badly.

Handles periods the best too. Like he’s actually mature about it for the most part. Will 100% go out and buy you tampons or pads because like I said, he will do whatever you want. He’s also practically a human heater so he will lay down with you and cuddle you to help relieve some of the cramp pains. Can figure out when you’re PMSing too and will handle it well too. Like you’re literally just spazzing out in the middle of the kitchen and you’re yelling about something that happened 2 years ago, he he just pulls you into a hug and holds you there until your anger dies down a little bit, then he picks you up and tucks you into bed. Idk how it works, but it does. Every single time.

When it comes to gift giving he’s so subtle about it. Like he isn’t the type to do something extravagant and flashy for his s/o, but his gifts are still so thoughtful and considerate that you can’t help but blush at them. He’s observant and he notices the things you like, what you talk about more than other things, etc. He takes all that into account when he wants to buy you a gift and every year he never fails to melt your heart. It also makes him super giddy when he sees you wearing / displaying his gifts in your room or something. He is always so insecure when he actually hands you the gift though, but the look of joy on your face instantly washes his hesitance away.

Honestly you two are the coolest couple in the whole Cloud, like you’re just such a badass duo. Omoi and Karui love you two, Killer Bee loves you two, Cee and the Raikage too. It’s kind of funny just how invested the Raikage is, though. Definitely cries hysterically if you and Darui get into a fight, hes all like “no! You two are meant to be, this can’t be happening!” And Darui is like... sir it was a minor fight, we’re still together... Killer Bee has also definitely made a rap about you two or at least used you two for a line in his rap. It was pretty garbage, but it’s the thought that counts; plus you guys are so cool that the rap just automatically becomes cool too.

Darui constantly apologizes for things that aren’t his fault. You learn to get used to it, but it’s a little confusing at first. One night he came to your apartment all depressed looking and he’s like “y/n, I’m so sorry, but I have to tell you this now.” And you think his ass is cheating on you or something because of how solemn he looks so you’re bracing yourself for the worst, when in reality he just wants to postpone your date an hour or two because he has to help the Raikage with something. You just stare at him for a good five minutes because wtf why didn’t he just call you? Like why does he look so distressed over something as minor as that??

Your fights don’t last very long at all. He’s a reasonable and understanding person, so he doesn’t initiate fights very often. I feel like you guys only really fight when it comes down to spending too much time apart. Like he’s been too busy with being the Raikages second hand man and you’ve been occupied with missions and your own business, you two just miss each other and kind of end up getting frustrated with each other and eventually you guys snap. Like you can’t make the date on Friday and want to re schedule, but Friday’s the only day he can make it. Cue snappy comments and one of you hanging up the phone on the other. Daruis always the first one to apologize though, go figure.

You guys are also another badass duo when it comes to fighting, like he’s super observant of you and he knows your next move before you know it. If you’re a bit on the impulsive side he’ll lowkey get frustrated because he doesn’t want you to get hurt when it’s something he can prevent. Especially if you’re fighting together, like he doesn’t want that on his conscience. Like you will never stop hearing him apologize if you get injured when he could have prevented it. You constantly have to shut him up lol.

Honestly playing with his hair is the best, he actually likes when you try and take care of it too. Even if it doesn’t work out all the time because you can’t really tame it, he loves the feeling of your fingers massaging his scalp anyway. So he’ll let you have your fun, but only you can touch it. His hair just feels so fucking nice too, like you have to refrain yourself from running your hands through his hair randomly. You definitely fluff it sometimes though.

He likes to be the big spoon when you two cuddle, but he doesn’t mind being the little one sometimes — only if you play with his hair though. Like just start running your hands through his hair and he’ll pass out just like that. Really likes when you lay your head on his chest and you just kind of sprawl yourself ontop of him. Sometimes he does that to you instead, especially after a long mission where he hasn’t seen you for a long time. He just lays his head on your chest and loves the feeling of your chest rising and falling gently as you sleep.

He is not that into pda, will wrap an arm around you or give you his jacket when you’re cold, but does not make out with you in public. If he’s feeling needy then he will simply pull you into an alley and kiss you there, but he’s pretty good at controlling himself and hardly ever needs to do that. Gives you occasional kisses on the cheek though, but absolutely no touching around the Raikage. Even if the Raikage literally doesn’t care. Darui just thinks it’s uncool.

You guys have super chill dates. Like just going out to dinner or hanging out at each others houses. The best dates are the spontaneous ones. Darui doesn’t do them all that often, but whenever there’s like a thunderstorm or a rainstorm outside, he will run to your place and you two will watch it together. Like just perch yourselves on the windowsill with a bunch of blankets and some snacks and you’re good to go. It’s kinda dangerous but both of your definitely fall asleep on the windowsill.

10/10 overall. Darui is so fucking cool he owns my ass.

#Naruto Shippuden #naruto imagines #naruto headcanons #kankuro x reader #kankuro imagine #darui #darui headcanon #darui imagine

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undercoverwizardfanfiction · 4 years ago

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Mud is Thicker Than Blood:

Sick Day

Summary: I said i’d put all the little shorts I have about the Mud Dogs and Donnie in one story, so here it is!

Gift for: @void-inked-pen birthday a while back. They are a amazing friend and a source of inspiration for me

Characters: Donatello, Loathsome Leonard, Mickey, Dastardly Danny, Myra, April O’Neil

Pairings: You’re in luck! all the pairings for this fic are just past this door [gestures to wall that has a badly painted door under it and the laundry basket above it that’s suppose to be some sort of trap]

“What is this supposed to be?”

Even though Len had been using as polite of a tone as possible, Danny still gives him a heated glare. He uses his spatula to scrape the blackened flat pastry off his frying pan and onto Len’s plate with the consistency of a dried brick. ”They’re called crespelle’s. My Dads used to make them for me and my siblings all the time.”

“Are they supposed to be…” Mickey pokes it with his flipper, “rocks?”

Danny lets out another angry huff. “I couldn’t remember the ingredients, alright??” he says, flipping another burnt disc onto a plate. Len uses his chopstick to poke at the burnt food. For someone who had known the sting of hunger many times and learned to not be picky, he finds himself wondering if he can sneak out back and compare the taste of the burnt disk to dirt.

The sounds of footsteps tells him the last member of their little family was coming down to join them. “Morning,” Danny calls. ”I got a nice big breakfast for my only grateful family member with taste!” Danny says as he starts stacking another plate.

Donnie is pulling on his hooded cardigan as he reaches the bottom step, eyeing the breakfast with a concerned eye. “Doooo I want to know?” he asks before looking to Len with a look that clearly says ‘remember how I never forget ‘best parents day’? you owe me’. It takes more than a little willpower to keep from laughing but manages to duck his head to hide his grin before turning to Danny.

“How about we spare my kid this time? He’ll never hit his height goals if he eats this.”

Danny unties his apron and stomps over and pours himself a cup of coffee all while grumbling about ‘uncultured swine.’ This time Len can't stop the snort that escapes him this time but when Donnie takes his spot at the table his smile falters as Donnie pours himself a cup of hot coffee. Leaning over the mug with a sigh, his normally dark jade complexion feels a shade lighter than usual and more than Len’s comfortable with. “You feeling ok?” he asks, moving his chair to Don’s side of the table. He puts an arm around Don's shoulders and without waiting for an answer he presses the back of his hand to Don’s cheek. The teen squirms at the contact but was unable to pull out of his grip.

“Dad, Dad, I'm fine I just didn’t sleep well. I had a bad dream again.”

“Why didn’t you come get me? You could have slept in my bed.”

“You got home late last night, I didn’t want to wake you,” Don says, still trying to twist his head away from Len’s hand.

“I’m the Dad here, Donnie. I’m supposed to worry about you, not the other way around.” But when he’s unable to find anything close to a fever he pulls away. He looks to Danny hoping he’d see something Len missed but the rat shrugs at him.

“Is it still ok to go tutor April today? Please? I’ve been cooped up here all winter.”

Len wants to say no, but sighs at the pleading look Donnie gives him. It had been a longer winter then usual, he didn’t blame his son for needing some space. He was no longer a five year old but he still had a hard time telling him no for no good reason. “Yeah, but if you start feeling sick you come home ok? Or ask Myra to help you home.”

“Yeah, yeah I know.” As Donnie downs his last bit of coffee he stands back up. Len had turned to poke at his breakfast again when he feels Don's arms wrap around his collar bone and rest his cheek on Len’s head. “I love you Dad. Thanks for being obnoxious and worried.”

“Aw. Love you too, silly gecko.” Len pats his arm in reciprocated affection. Donnie grabs his shoulder back and hurries out the front door. “Have fun!” Len calls after him. Only then did he look back to Danny. “He looked pale right?”

“Yeah but honestly it could have been the breakfast,” Mickey says, picking up a disc, “I even felt sick when I saw it.”

“First of all screw you,” Danny points at Mickey with his spatula, “Second of all, if he’s not feeling well he’ll come home. And third of all, next time you all can make your own crespelles.” Danny drops his last disk onto a plate when the shattering of ceramic fills the air. The three thieves blink at each other for a sec before Danny raises up the food slowly to show the plate underneath had been cracked in half from the sheer force of the crepe. With a defeated sigh, Danny drops his spatula. “Ok whose all for throwing these at trees and seeing if they shatter??”

Len and Mickey both raise their hands with a grin.

(#)(#)\/(#)(#)

“Donnie?”

Despite the softness of April’s voice Don jumps so hard his elbow hits the stack of April’s school books. It’s only by his reflexes that they don’t join the rest of April’s dirty clothes on the floor. It takes him a few moments to regather his scattered thoughts before looking to April. ”Did you say something?”

“Yeah, your name, like five times.” His oldest friend peers at him from over her glasses. “Are you sure you’re feeling ok?”

Donnie would have rolled his eyes if he wasn’t painfully aware of the migraine that would return if he did. Unfortunately, it had been haunting him ever since he woke up that morning. “For the last time yes. Uncle Danny made breakfast and it's just hurting my stomach. Now, the compound would be 23.6% more effective if you set the witch fire to exactly 129 degrees cinder.” He scribbles on the paper for a few moments before sliding it over to her. April casts him a suspicious look before looking over the paper again.

“If you ever convince your Dad to let you go to school, my Alchemy teacher would cry tears of joy. Again.” She pauses “They cry a lot.”

Don tries to smile but his aching head only allows him a half grin. As April starts adding his notes to hers he reaches for his yunomi of tea, not thirsty so much as needing the warmth for a subtle cold that clings to his skin.

There’s the sound of a door opening downstairs followed by the sound of a woman shrieking and dozens of items hitting the ground. ”A-April dear!!! I could use some help!” calls the unmistakable voice of the Mayor of witch town.

April was already out of her seat. “Coming Mom!” she calls hurrying for the door. “Don’t do my homework Dee!” she calls behind him.

“I would never!” Donnie says [even though he had already been reaching for her note book]. A few years ago he had the brilliant business idea, in lieu of being able to go to school himself, to do students' homework for them for a small [not so small] fee.

Of course before he could even launch his venture his Dad had found out and outright forbade it.

This time he’s unable to stop himself from rolling his eyes. The effect is instantaneous as the lights in the room become painfully saturated. He tries to cover his eyes but his world is already spinning.

It’s the last thing he feels before he blacks out

(#)#(#)

“I’m not angry, I’m just disappointed,” Len says in a tone that can only come from nine years of parenting experience. It does its job on Mickey who’s shoulders bunch up to the sides of his head, and even though Danny is trying to pull off ‘I don’t know how you think you can guilt trip me’ by leaning back in his seat. But it's hard to look innocent when the two of them are covered in mud.

“IT WAS DANNY’S FAULT!!” Mickey shrieks pointing at the rat. “After we knocked over a tree with one of his crepy things he told me that he knew alchemy that would make mud into chocolate and-and-“

Danny’s ‘calm bad boy’ dis option went out the window (which was also broken because of a wayward flying crepelle). “Who the hell raised you to be a snitch?!” the rat hisses.

“You did!! I learned it from watching you!”

The rat opens his mouth to argue before thinking. “Ok fine but I always taught you to get paid first.”

Len slaps a hand down his face. Normally he and Danny have reversed roles but he should have recognized that wild look in the rats eyes when Mickey was using one of the leftover crepelles as a tool sharpener. But Len, forgetting they were not in fact grown men but children pretending to be adults, had left them to their own devices.

There is a knocking on the door that makes Len sigh again. ”I have a fourteen year old and he has more common sense than you two.” He says in a way that is probably supposed to make them feel ashamed, but Mickey snorts loudly with his flippers over his mouth.

He opens the door to a flash of light that forces him to cover his eyes for a moment before his eyes adjust to the familiar form of the mayor of Witch Town. “Myrah?” He rubs at his eyes. “What’s going on?”

“I need you to come get Doniel, he has a fever and passed out while tutoring April.”

Len felt as though a cold chill had passed through his body, it was the only reason he hesitated. “Y-yeah just give me a sec.” He ducks back into the house, where Danny is already waiting.

”Len what’s-“

“Donnie passed out, I need you to come with me,” already the air of lighthearted teasing and jabs went out the window. Len is back down the stairs with a quilt from Donnie’s bed as Danny is grabbing his coat and tossing Len his. He almost feels bad for Mickey who can only watch on as the two exit. Myra waves her wand, the bright light from earlier returns, creating a portal in front of them. Len barely waits for the portal to form before stepping through. A moment later he is standing in the familiar oversized living room. He had been to the witch family house many times and each time was always surprised how disproportionate all the furniture was, (which made sense considering how tall Amaranth was).

The child in question was lying on the bright pink sofa under a thick blanket. There was a washcloth hovering over his head, every few seconds wiping at his brow. April looks at them when they enter with panic in her eyes. “I don’t know what happened Lenny, I went to help mom with groceries and-and when I came back-“

“Its ok April, it's not your fault.” Len takes her place by Donnie. His son's brow is furrowed underneath a layer of perspiration. Even though he already knows the answer, he presses the back of his hand on Don’s brow. His already racing heart is now beating so fast it almost hurts in his chest. He replaces the blanket Myra had given him with the one he had brought, wrapping him up in it before scooping him up into his arms.

“I’m sorry Len, if Amaranth had been here she could help but...” her fingers tap together anxiously as she watches the child in his arms. Len was always touched by how much Myra and Amaranth cared for Donnie. He never felt the need to have a partner (though he and Donnie both made enough ‘mom’ jokes about Danny to last a lifetime) it warmed his heart to know someone outside his family loved Donnie almost as much as he did.

“I know, thank you.” He moves past the mayor to where the portal was and in another flash he's back in front of his house where Danny is waiting. The rat reaches out and takes him around the shoulders and herds him inside. “He’s burning up Danny, I-I don’t know what happened, I felt his forehead his morning and he was fine, you saw me do it.”

“I know, I know.” Even though Danny claimed that he didn’t remember any of his medical training he’s already looking over Donnie. Trained eyes looking for anything that could tell him what was wrong. After a few moments Danny says to Len, “Get him into bed I’ll be there in a sec-“

“Ah-shouldn’t we put in him some ice?”

“No, the last time we tried that he almost went into shock before I stepped in. He’s a turtle, he can’t handle it.”

“I-I know.” Len unconsciously cradles Donnie closer to his chest protectively. He could still remember the terror of the time when Donnie got the Fall Flu and had a fever that burned his hand. They had gotten so desolate they had put him in a tub of ice to combat it. They had thought it was working until Don had fallen into a deathlike stillness. It was only then Danny had realized Donnie was going into shock and pulled him out so quickly they had knocked over their makeshift tub.

Now Len couldn’t tell if the shivers he was feeling were from Donnie’s sleeping form or from his own fear. Not until Danny put a hand on his shoulder and forced him to look into his eyes. “Can you get him to bed please? I’m going to mix together some medicine that Amaranth taught me and I’ll be right there, ok?”

Len nods “Ok, ok.” He lowers his cheek onto Don’s scalp as he carries him upstairs. It's only when the parent and child are out of sight does Danny let out a shaky sigh, running a hand over his scalp under his hat and forcing himself to calm down. He had never realized how much he depended on Len keeping a calm head. He hadn’t realized just how much he depended on that til they brought Donnie in. During missions Len had an eerie calm about him that he thrived off of. But it was moments when anything threatened the health or happiness of his child that threw Len in the deep end and forced Danny to step in.

“Mickey,” he says without looking behind him, knowing the poor eel was fluttering around not knowing what to do. “Will you please go upstairs and keep Len calm? Help him how you can til I get there.”

“Y-yeah ok.” The eel hurried to do as he was told. In that moment Danny allowed himself one more sigh before reaching under the cabinet and pulling up an old beaten box, filled with herbs and remedies he had swiped from houses over the years. He pulls out a notebook he had filled with some of Amaranth's recipients and pulls out a mortar bowl and pestle. Picking through a few jars of tiny shards and grinding them together before taking out an empty incense holder and pouring it inside. He made sure to secure the lid and take up the glass bottle under his arm before hurrying up the stairs.

A part of him had been scared that Len’s own fears would drive him to ignore his warning about the ice, but he entered Don's room just as Len was pulling a blanket over him. “Good job.” Danny moves past him to kneel by the bed, turning and handing the incense to Mickey. “Can you light this please? It’ll help clear the bacteria out of his lungs.” As he was twisting open the glass bottle he heard Mickey spark behind him before the smell of lavender filled the air (he ignored Mickey gagging behind him). He tips the tip of the bottle to test how much liquid was inside. Luckily, they still had enough for Donnie (he’d have to steal more later). He dabs his thumb with the light pink liquid before running it across Don’s burning forehead. ”There.”

“Is he ok?”

Danny had to commend Len on not asking him a million questions. He reaches back and pats his old friend on the knee. “The Willow Extract should help take his fever down, but if It doesn’t help in a few hours we’ll go to witch town.” He doesn’t get a response, but when he turns to look at him, he sees Len staring at his son. His dark eyes full of concern and fear that only a father could have. Danny stands up and steps back. “Len why don’t you sit with him for a bit, and I’ll make you some tea.” He makes eye contact with Mickey and jerks his head towards the door. After taking a moment to pat Len on the shoulder he follows him out the door.

Len finally lets his face drop into his hands with a shaky breath before the sound of a weak cough reaches him. When he looks up again he was filled with relief to be looking into Donnie’s feverish dark pink eyes. “Hey,” says a weak voice.

“Hey baby boy,” Len sits up on the edge of his bed. “How are you feeling?”

“Like someone tried to kill me with one of Uncle Danny’s devil pancakes.” He barely has enough wind to finish his sentence before he has to gasp for air. “Will you sit with me please?”

Len can't help but smile, holding the side of Don’s face with his hand for a moment before climbing over him and laying on his other side. Don turns his head and tucks his head underneath Lens chin. “I’m s’rry,” Don mumbles, “I-I didn’t know I was sick.”

“I know you didn’t, you’re not a good liar remember?” Len lowers his cheek onto his scalp. “You get that from your Uncle Mickey.”

“And you?”

“Nah, I’m a great liar,” he smirks down at Donnie, “I’m not going to teach you how to lie though until you turn eighteen,” he pauses, “Hundred.”

Donnie lets out a laugh that sounds more like a raspy balloon, but Len can tell he’s trying not to fall asleep again. He rubs Don’s arm over his blanket. “Get some sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up.” The teen gives a nod of acknowledgement before rolling towards him. A few moments later he's fast asleep again, breathing easier than he had been a few minutes ago.

#rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #donnie #rottmnt fantasy au #fantasy au #family #loathsome leonard #malicious mickey #dastardly danny #len dad #mud is thicker then blood #sick #compilations #father and son

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trashyswitch · 3 years ago

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7 Fluffy Balls of Joy

Chapter 7: The Puppies First Grooming (DIY Version)

The 5 Jacksepticeye Egos decide to try grooming the growing dogs for the first time. This leads to more hard work than they expected, and some play time too.

This fanfic is for Shannon. I hope you enjoy more of the puppies! :)

Henrik walked out of his bedroom and widened his eyes. They had gotten so big! Where did the time go?!

“Oh good lord...You’re getting very big!” Henrik reacted.

The puppies turned right around and howled towards Henrik. Henrik laughed and knelt down, looking at the puppies. “Hello babies! More like teenagers now.” Henrik joked.

“Good morning Henrik!” Jackie greeted.

“Guten morgen!” Henrik greeted back. “Zhey’re huge now!” Henrik reacted.

“I know and SO FLUFFYYY!” Jackie was fluffing up their fur.

“Yeah...Zhey kinda need a hair cut…” Henrik told him.

“Do they though?” Jackie asked.

“Ja. Zhey do.” Henrik replied. “And zhat’s vhat ve’re gonna do today. Ve’re gonna vash, cut and groom zhe puppies.” Henrik decided.

“But that’s gonna be so much wooorrrrrrrrk.” Jackie whined.

Henrik chuckled and looked at him with a side grin. “Should’ve zhought of zhat vhen you brought home 7 puppies and a mama.” Henrik told him.

Jackie sighed and nodded. “True…”

“Oh! Ound I have a collar for Angel!” Henrik declared. He picked up his little Angel, placed the puppy onto the couch, and hooked up the magenta pink collar to the puppy. “Zhere. You are mine forever!” Henrik declared.

“Yay! Another doggy’s been claimed!” Jackie declared.

“Yeah! I hope Marble is enjoying zhe new family.” Henrik said.

“The kids did seem really excited!” Jackie told him.

As soon as Chase, Jamie and Marvin were up, Henrik and Jackie explained to the boys that they were gonna get the pets groomed. And they were gonna do it themself.

Jamie widened his eyes and let out a breath. His whole face basically said ‘this is gonna take forever’.

“I know…” Henrik muttered.

“Not even magic will be able to make this go any quicker.” Marvin told him.

“I know.” Henrik told him.

“This has been a great experience so far...but I did not sign up for grooming a litter of growing dogs.” Chase reacted.

“Okay okay, ve get it! So let’s get started!”

The boys started off with cleaning the dogs first. All 5 boys got their swim trunks and bare backs on, and started cleaning the dogs outside. Each of them had a bottle of shampoo, and were getting the dogs all lathered up. Chase shrieked as his dog shook some of the soap off, while Jamie spat and made throat noises as bits of dog soap ended up in his mouth.

Marvin groaned as the dog he was bathing, winded up rubbing her body all over the grass as she was lathered with soap. Marvin put the soap bottle down and grabbed the hose. “Good enough.”

The boys each took turns to clean the soap off the dogs with the hose, and a bucket of water. Marvin picked up cups of water, and sumped it onto the dog to let it run off the body. Meanwhile Jamie was doing it the easier way with the hose against the dog’s fur. As soon as Jamie was finished, he passed the hose to Henrik.

“SCHEIßE!” Someone shouted.

Chase turned to look at the source of the sound. But he knew exactly who it was. It was kinda obvious…

It was Henrik...With his trunks down to his knees...and the dog holding onto them, pulling them aggressively…

HOLY SHIT it was the best thing Chase had seen all month! Angel was literally pulling Henrik’s shorts down in an attempt to play with him! And Henrik was basically naked right in front of them!

“Sie mich nicht an! Don’t look at me!” Henrik reacted, covering up his sensitive areas with his hand. His face was so red...he looked like a strawberry.

Jamie was the first to burst out laughing and actually snort in response. Chase bursted out laughing right after, followed by Jackie and Marvin. Everyone was laughing at Henrik while he got his swim trunks out of Angel’s mouth. “Trottel…” Henrik muttered. “Let go!” Henrik ordered. “Verschwinde!” Henrik spat.

Angel immediately listened to Henrik and let go of his trunks. With the boys still laughing at him, Henrik growled and pulled his swim trunks back up onto his bottom.

With that hilarious moment out of the way, Chase returned to cleaning the shampoo off of his chosen puppy. While a couple of the puppies proved to despise the water, Chase’s puppy seemed to like it! He was panting, running for the water, and trying to eat the water that came from the hose. Chase giggled at this and splashed a bit of water onto his face. This made the dog shove his face into the grass and rub his back all over the wet grass. Chase was laughing as he watched. But his laughter quickly turned to surprise the moment the dog jumped and tackled Chase onto his back with its wet body.

“Ahahahaw, come on man! So much for being dry…” Chase reacted.

“You’re a naughty little guy, aren’t ya?” Marvin teased Chase’s dog. “Yeah you are! Such a mischievous little nut!” Marvin teased.

The dog started barking and wagging his tail faster than the wind. He looked ready to sprint a marathon.

“What? You wanna run? Or jump around?” Marvin asked.

Suddenly, the dog pounced onto Marvin next and knocked him right down to the ground! “Ohoho man! You’re stronger than I thought!” Marvin reacted.

“He’s like a quarterback!” Jackie reacted.

Hey, that’s not a bad idea” Chase reacted. “There just might be a name idea for you!” Chase reacted. “Maybe Rebel? For Dublin Rebels?” He asked. “Or...” Chase added.

Jamie ran to Chase and fingerspelled a word for him:

‘B-L-I-T-Z’

Chase looked at the dog and smiled. “That’s perfect! Couldn’t have come up with anything better.”

Jamis smiled proudly.

“Blitz. His name is Blitz.” Chase decided.

Marvin smiled and knelt down to pet Chase’s dog. “Blitz...It suits him!” Marvin told him.

“Never heard of a dog being named something from football before!” Jackie reacted.

“Well, Air Bud is already taken.” Chase mentioned. “And I wasn’t gonna steal their name for the heck of it.” Chase added.

“True…” Jackie mentioned. “Alright! So we have Matilda, Angel, Marble and Blitz!” Jackie declared. “Well, kinda Marble...He’s off living with a new family.” Jackie added.

“Now: Let’s get these guys cut.” Marvin declared.

Boy oh boy, was that a process! Most of the boys only used scissors, while Henrik went for the full shaving to tackle all the hair. “If I shave it, I will not need cut it for a vhile.”

“But she’s gonna look ugly if you do that.” Chase warned. “You don’t want people cringing at your dog, do you?” Chase asked.

A couple seconds later, Henrik grabbed the scissors. “Zhey’re better anyvay.” Henrik told them.

“I wonder who told you that…” Chase muttered with a smirk on his face.

The dog hair that came off the dogs was overwhelming. Chase considered grabbing a vacuum cleaner to use on his clothes, while Jameson was fluffing his choice dog every 5 minutes to get all the hair out. Both cut and uncut hair would fly out of the dog’s coat and into his face.

“I wonder if paying for a groomer would be cheaper and less messy than cutting them ourselves.” Jackie asked.

“Cheaper? Nein. Less messy? Ja.” Henrik replied.

“I didn’t ask you.” Jackie told him. “I asked everyone but you, because we all know what your answer would’ve been.” Jackie explained.

“Youch…My feelings…” Henrik muttered.

Soon, the cutting was finished and the dogs were done. Jackie used a bag of treats to get the dogs to follow him, while Chase and Henrik gathered a majority of the dog hair with the vacuum cleaner. “Who knew we’d be vacuuming grass?” Chase mentioned.

“Not me.” Henrik replied.

“It’s not far off from a carpet, actually. It just breaks a little easier.” Chase admitted.

“Ja.” Henrik replied.

Chase smiled as the dawn looked cleaner. “All done!” Chase declared.

“Now to-” Henrik had turned around and stared with wide eyes at the new mess that had been made.

“Uuuugh...Jackie! Vhy?!” Henrik asked.

“Because they need it!” Jackie reacted.

It turns out that Jackie had taken the time to brush the dog's fur. This created a brand new gigantic pile of dog hair.

Henrik growled while Chase sighed. “I don’t even know if the vacuum can handle much more dog hair…” Chase muttered.

“Ve could make anozher dog vizh all zhis dog hair.” Henrik told him.

“Maybe even summon a new golden retriever with this much hair.” Chase joked.

“Ja, basically.” Henrik replied.

Henrik and Chase took the time to further clean up the lawn with the dog hair. “I wonder...does dog hair turn into a type of fertilizer? Or does it just turn to dead skin that looks like ash?” Chase asked.

“How about ve DON’T zhink of zhat?” Henrik suggested.

“What’s wrong Henrik? Don’t like the idea of dust mites taking over the lawn?” Chase teased.

“Nein! Nein nein nein! Deesgusting!” Henrik reacted.

“Awww, the poor doctor is a germaphobe! He’d better watch out! Cause there’s one evil germ he CAN’T wash off with water~” Chase teased.

“Vell, zhere’s technically-” Henrik’s words were quickly interrupted by a squeal of his own. Chase had squeezed his sides, causing Henrik’s knees to buckle. “VAHAHAIT! NEIN! NOT KITZELN! NAAAH!”

Chase sat right down onto Henrik’s hips and skittered his fingers all over Henrik’s belly. “kitzeln kitzeln kitzeln kitzeln kitzeln kitzeln!” Chase said in almost perfect german.

Henrik shrieked at that and giggled like a little toddler. Chase’s german voice sounded a little too much like his Dad’s teases from when he was a kid. “bihihihitte hör ahahauf damihihihit aaaHAHAHAHAHA!” Henrik’s laughter doubled in severity the moment his armpits were attacked.

“Oooooh! Ticklish in the pitsies, huh?” Chase teased.

“NIHIHICHE MEINE FÜHÜHÜHÜßE!” Henrik begged. “BAHAHAHAHAHAHA! ES KITZELT SO SEHEHEHEHR!” Henrik laughed.

“Damn! I can’t even understand you right now! All I know in German are the words ‘Nein’, ‘Ja’, ‘halt’, and now ‘kitzelt’!” Chase reacted. “And those all mean ‘No’, ‘Ya’, ‘Stop’, and ‘Tickle’!” Chase reacted.

“Teheheheuflisch! TEUFLIHIHISCH!” Henrik yelled back.

“I wonder what that means...Maybe ‘bastard’? Or ‘enough’?” Chase asked.

“IHIHIT MEHEHEANS EHEHEVIHIL, YOHOHOU IHIHIDIOHOHOT!” Henrik yelled back.

“Ooooh! You called me evil in German?! How dare you!” Chase reacted.

“Evil?! Well if THAT’S the case:” Jackie got into his superhero costume in a snap, and quickly started tickling Chase.

“Wait WHAHAHAHAT?! OHOHO NOHOHOHO!” Chase laughed.

“Jackieboy Man to the rescue!” Jackie declared.

Marvin ran to Blitz and put a treat into Chase’s pocket. “Hey blitz! Sick ‘em!” Marvin encouraged.

Blitz jumped at Chase and tackled the man down to the ground. “OHOHOHOW! Ohoho geheheez! OHOHO NOHOHO BAHAHAHAHAHA!” Chase bursted out laughing as Blitz started digging his snout into Chase’s hip. “BLIHIHITZ OHOHOFF!” Chase tried to tell him.

But the dog didn’t listen and just kept tickling as he dug for the treat. The dog made borking noises and dug its paws in to get the treat as well. But it was proving to be harder than he expected to get it out.

“HEHEHENRIHIHIK HEHEHELP!” Chase begged.

“Naaaaah! You’re fiiiiine! You’re getting zhe kitzeln! Kitzeln kitzeln kitzeln!” Henrik teased. “Ist Rache nicht süß?” Henrik joked.

“YOHOHOU BAHAHASTAHAHAHARD!” Chase yelled as he shoved his face into the grass. “IHIHIT TIHIHICKLEHEHES!”

“Entschuldigung, my irisch friend. I don’t quite understand you very vell.” Henrik complained teasingly. “Vhat does ‘tickle’ mean again?” Henrik joked.

“SHUHUT UHUHUP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Chase laughed and squealed.

“Rude! So rude!” Henrik reacted. Henrik walked up to the dog, and removed the treat from Chase’s pocket for him. “Zhere you go Blitz.” Henrik replied. “Poor Blitz, being deprived of zhe treats. Especially for being a good boy!” Henrik said in a baby voice. “Good doggy! Zhat’s a good doggy!” Henrik started petting Blitz more and fluffing his fur around.

The dog woofed proudly and tackled Henrik to the ground to give him endless licks on the chin. Henrik giggled at the ticklish kisses and took them. “Zhahahank yohohou Blihihitz!” Henrik said to him.

The dog did one last bark of a reply before licking his face again.

Chase smiled as he watched. Perhaps the crazy grooming idea was worth the precious time with the puppies.

Soon, the boys decided as a collective to call a groomer for their dogs’ next haircuts.

#7fluffyballsofjoy #7 #ticklefic #dog grooming #hard work #ler!blitz #switch!chase #switch!henrik #ler!jackie

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monaownsmyass · 4 years ago

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Hmm I’m pretty bad with being creative so idk if this would make a good fic or not but here’s a suggestion haha. It’s the day that all of that craziness with Benji happened and as soon as you told Zoey she stopped everything that she was doing to be with you. **Basically that diamond scene we got but more fluff, cuteness, kisses, and possible revealing of feelings**

Here you go! Lmk how I did :)

Falling For You

Book: Queen B, Chapter 10 Pairing: Zoey Wade x MC (Bea Hughes) Genre : Fluff, like A LOT of fluff Rating: Nothing explicit, maybe suggestive Word Count: 2,115 A/N: This takes place directly after the whole Benji situation. Zoey's updated diamond scene if I were to write it I guess. No 'horny butterflies' though, sorry lol

"Bea!"

I heard the front door open as Zoey rushed in. I stood up to greet her but before I could say a word, Zoey dropped her bag and enveloped me in a bone-crushing hug, knocking the wind out of me.

"Hey, Zo," I managed to whimper out.

"Ohmygod, Bea, I came as soon as I could," she said softly, her grip on me relaxing. "You have no idea how worried I was."

I wrapped my arms around her neck and rested my cheek against her shoulder. "I'm just glad you're here now."

Zoey pulled back slightly and gave me a kiss on my temple. Taking my hand in hers, she lead me to the couch to sit before pulling one hand away from mine to tuck some stray hair behind my ear. I lean into her soft caress and turn my head slightly to kiss the palm of her hand. My heart was racing faster than it ever had.

"Do you want to tell me what happened?" She pulled me into her, laying my head onto her shoulder. I filled her in on everything The T didn't cover while she played with my hair.

When I was done, she met my eyes with pure fury in hers. "He stole your bra? Seriously? Do I need to kill him for you?"

I let out a small giggle, "That's my Zo. Always ready to throw hands."

Her hardened face soften into a smile after my comment. "Well, maybe I'd hire someone. Wouldn't want to break a nail." She paused. "But for you, babe? It'd be worth it."

I placed my head back on her shoulder and sighed in contentment, relieved to have her here beside me. "What would I do without you to fight for me?"

"Apparently you'd do just fine for yourself," she let out a laugh that made my heart burst with joy, "Using your bra as a whip and to choke him? Girl, that's badass! Pretty hot too."

I smirked up at her, "Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"You know it, baby," her voice low and suggestive, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Butterflies ruptured in my stomach. I cleared my throat and decided to change the subject. "So, I believe I was promised some pasta and some wine?"

She let out another delightful laugh while scooching me over so she could stand up. I follow her her to the stove only for her to shake her head at me.

"You sit! Your task for today is just to sit still, look pretty and of course, drink this massive glass of wine," she ordered as she poured me a glass of Cabernet and guides me to the bar stool by the waist, gesturing me to sit down. She turned on the radio and moved to the stove to get to work.

"Yes, ma'am," I teased, "I like it when you boss me around."

Zoey looks back at me and our eyes lock, casting a rakish and downright gorgeous grin my way and ooh boy... I'd give up the world just for Zoey Wade to look at me like that for the rest of my life.

"Of course you do," she said as she rolled her eyes, still smiling.

Entranced by her smile I whispered, "How are you so perfect?"

"Well, coming from the most perfect woman I've ever laid my eyes on, that's saying something." Her voice was playful. "But go on."

"You've got to know how much you mean to me. You're amazing, Zo. You're an absolute babe with impeccable fashion sense, a badass that lets no one stand in her way and not to mention extremely talented and kind and caring..."

"Why, thank you! I am all of those things." She turned to face me. " But you forgot one thing." She sauntered towards me, wrapping one arm around my waist and her other hand grabbing my thigh from under. It felt like I've been struck by lightning.

She leaned in closer, foreheads almost touching. "I have incredible taste in women."

I closed my eyes in anticipation, only open them and find those soul-piercing eyes gazing at my lips.

"I want you to kiss me," she breath out. "Show me how much I mean to you."

She didn't have to tell me twice.

I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her into me, crashing our lips together in a hasten fashion. This kiss, this kiss was not like any of the others we've shared before. It was not like any others I've had before. It was slow, soft, passionate. The kind of kiss that makes you realise that every love story you've heard aren't lies. The kind of kiss that makes you wonder how you've ever lived without experiencing it. The kind that makes your heart skip a beat and soar and heat goes to your cheeks and you become light-headed and weak in the knees and... and... It's the kind of kiss that makes you realise you're falling for someone because wow, if I wasn't already falling for her I sure am now.

I am falling for Zoey Wade.

It felt timeless but it was over all too soon. Before breaking off the kiss, Zoey gently bit my bottom lip and gave it a light tug, making me groan. Not wanting to let her go, I tighten my arms around her.

"Darling," she grinned her charming, brilliant smile at me once again. "The pasta is gonna burn if we don't stopped."

At the mention of food, my stomach gave a grumble. We both giggled as I let her go.

"Alright, alright, but promise me we'll carry on later?" I gave her my best puppy-dog eyes and a pout for good measure.

Zoey smiles softly, softer than I've ever seen. She looks just as smitten as I felt and the thought alone was enough to make me giddy.

Once she was done, Zoey served us the pasta she's prepared. Dinner was an exercise, trying to focus on the food and not the ethereal being sitting opposite me. Everything she did was distracting. From the way she bit into the food to her hand gestures and to the way her eyes lit up when she laughed. She was intoxicating.

We worked our way through multiple servings of pasta and the rest of the bottle of the Cabernet. I helped Zoey put the dishes and glasses into the dishwasher as I thanked her.

"It seems like you're good at everything."

"Of course, babe! Don't you remember who you're talking to?" she said playfully.

I smiled endearingly at her. That's my Zo.

"Now c'mon! It's my job for tonight to take care of you so tell me, how can I help you relax?" She trailed a soft hand along my cheek, electricity sizzling where she touched me.

"Well, I'm pretty sure you promised me a make out sesh," I reminded her nonchalantly.

Wasting no time, she dragged me to my room and lightly shoved me onto the bed. I plopped clumsily on the bed as Zoey climbed over me, resting her body against mine. She lowered her lips to my ear and muttered, "Are you relaxed yet?"

"A little, I think you should kiss me just to be safe."

And kiss me she did. It was as thrilling as the previous kiss. She kissed me just as tenderly, savouring me as if I might disappear if she pulls away.

A hand that was on my cheek moved down to my breast and gave it a squeeze. I let out a small moan and felt her smile through the kiss. Her hand then made its way further down, caressing my stomach and thighs delicately.

In a swift motion, she grasped my thigh hard enough to leave a mark and hiked it up to her waist, pushing herself closer into me in the process.

"Oh, Zoey!" I was already feeling heady at this point.

Her lips left mine to kiss down my jaw to my neck, marking me as she made her descend. After a while, she kissed her way back up my jaw, trailing to my ear. She placed a hand on my chest, over my heart and mumbled, "Hmm, you definitely don't feel relaxed."

"Shut up," I grinned playfully and pulled her lips to meet mine once again.

It could've only been a few minutes or a couple hours but eventually, we stopped. Zoey laid her head on my chest and closed her eyes, trailing patterns on my skin with a perfectly manicured finger. I heard the light drizzle from outside turn into a heavy downpour as I held this breathtaking woman in my arms. I caught a whiff of her floral shampoo from her gorgeous dark curly hair as I tilted my head down to look at her. I let out a big sigh, feeling absolutely blissful.

I felt Zoey shift slightly. Afraid she might try to get up, I encircle her waist with my legs while my arms squeezed her as much as I could.

"Bea!" she shrieked and giggled, squirming in my embrace. "I'm gonna die!"

"I'm never letting you go!" I giggled with her.

She stopped struggling after a while and stretched her neck to look up at me. "Bea," she spoke my name in a slow, flirtatious manner. A prayer on her lips.

"Yeah?" In a moment of weakness, she jumped out of my embrace and ran out of my room.

"Come get me, slowpoke!" she called out while laughing.

I chased her all around the apartment while cursing her.

"Damn you and your long legs!"

She just laughed that radiant laugh of hers.

I don't know how or when it happened, but she was the one who was trying to catch me instead by the end of our little game of catch.

"I've caught you! No escaping now, beautiful," she bragged as she held me in a bear hug.

"Oh no, I'm in the arms of a very attractive woman, whatever shall I do?" I feigned distress.

"You think you're so funny, huh, babe?"

"I'm hilarious." I brought my arms around her waist and leaned up to give her a peck on the lips.

"If you say so," she replied while bending a little to kiss the tip of my nose.

We just stood there for a moment, holding onto each other while listening to the rain that was beginning to subside and to the music that was playing softly in the background from the radio. I've never felt more at home.

Following a moment of silence, Zoey spoke up, "Bea, I just want to say I'm sorry for pushing you onto Professor Kingsley so much especially since I know you don't even like her." She took a deep breath and exhaled. "I... at first I didn't even realise myself why I was so insistent about it. I kept telling myself it's cuz it was the only way to overthrow Poppy. I was in denial about my feelings. Then the whole Benji thing happened and I realised how worried I was and it's just... Flirting with you is second nature to me cuz I'm used to it but this is all so new to me and I didn't know how to process it. I guess what I'm trying to say... what I'm saying is..."

My heart was hammering out of my chest. I've never felt this way for anyone before either but I knew I had to tell her too. It felt right.

"IthinkImfallingforyou!" I blurted out before she could finish.

She held me back a little and looked at me, her captivating brown eyes peering into mine. "What?"

I took a deep breath.

"I think I'm falling for you, Zoey Wade," the words coming out quietly and cautiously.

Her face went from confusion to realisation to shock then to sheer excitement all in the span of a few seconds.

"I think I'm falling for you, too, Bea Hughes."

I let out a small laugh in relief.

I snuggled back into Zoey as she placed a loving kiss on the top of my head.

It was probably pretty late and we had classes the next day. But right then, the both of us sharing small laughs and kisses every now and then, enjoying each other's warm embrace while swaying to the tune of some random song in the dim lighting of our dinning area, I knew I would've rather spend another hour right there than a lifetime anywhere else.

All my worries and stress faded away as I looked up at her stunning face.

How could I've not fallen from Zoey Wade?

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manawhaat · 5 years ago

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Roots pt.3

Title: Roots pt.3

Characters: Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader

Summary: Jeff is home on the farm for a few months between shooting and he plans to make the most of his time with you.

Warnings: Fluff, lightly implied smut.

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: I love the fam bam but for all intents and purposes Hil, Gus, and George do not exist. Last part of the series commissioned by @team-free-will-you-idjits-67. Thank you so much for letting me run with this, for commissioning me, and for being patient as I banged out the series! If anyone is interested in commissioning me, send an ask or IM and we can chat :) And a big shout out to my beta, @crispychrissy! You’re a goddamn gem. Thanks for reading, y’all :)

Part I Part 2

Crowds are moving around him but Jeff’s face fills the FaceTime screen and he pulls his cap a little lower as he speaks. “I’ve gotta go, my flight is boarding right now. I’ve got a driver pickin’ me up at the airport so I’ll see you at home in a couple of hours.”

Dancing around on your tiptoes, you grin at the screen and he chuckles at how excited you are. “Okay, well have a safe flight and I’ll see you soon, babe. Love you.”

“Love you, sweetheart.” Jeff waves a hand and blows a kiss before hanging up to board his flight home.

With the show finally wrapped for the season, his schedule is clear for the first time in months. He has almost three months with nothing keeping him from you, and you can’t wait to start making up for lost time.

The dinner table is set and your outfit is laid out on the bed. Two bottles of his favorite wine sit in the wine fridge and your nervous excitement has a flutter in your chest and a smile on your face that you just can’t tame. As if they can sense it, all the animals around the farm are giddy and restless when you make your last rounds of the day and tuck them away early so you won’t have to worry about them later tonight. The dogs are glued to your side and you can’t help but egg them on, talking excitedly to them about daddy coming home as they bark their excitement back at you.

When the chores are done and you’re fresh out of the shower, you get that text that tells you he’ll be there in thirty. It sends a thrill up your spine and as you slip into new lingerie, a warm pulse settles between your legs. The thought of him stripping you out of your clothes and the look on his face at the sight of the new lace is almost too much to bear. Anticipation builds, making each beat of your heart rattle hard against your ribs. With lotion and his favorite perfume on your skin, you finish getting dressed and rush downstairs to check on the food in the oven. It’s perfectly cooked, right on time, and the dogs start barking while you pull it out and set it on the stove top to cool.

“He’s here, guys!” A joyous smile blooms on your face as you head to the door and let them rush out to greet the black car pulling up the long drive.

Speckled sunlight drops from the trees and glitters over his frame as he exits the car and bends over to playfully greet the dogs. Fur and dust flies up in the yellow and orange tinted air around them, and when he rights himself from the happy scuffle his eyes meet yours.

A weight lifts from your shoulders and the happiness that fills you is infectious. He’s grinning from ear to ear and a rush of dopamine floods your brain at the sight of it. That high you get when he’s around urges your feet to move under you, and your brain is fuzzy, eyes only focused on him as you both move towards each other.

The dogs jump and bark around you, but the grumbling sound of his voice is loud enough for you to hear. “Goddamn, it is good to be home.”

Strong arms pull you in and his slightly-chapped lips catch on your own as you relish the moment and drink him in. His kiss is everything you want it to be, and more. It always is. Tongue soft and wet, warmth seeping from his skin into yours, beard tickling your cheeks and palms where you hold him against you. He lets out his breath, the dampness of it fanning over your face when he pulls back to rest his forehead against yours, and you can’t help but lean back in for a second helping. And a third. And a fourth.

By the time you stop kissing him the dogs have wandered off and the driver has already unloaded his bags and dropped them by the front door.

“Thanks, Jerry,” he says, breaking away from you just long enough to shake his driver’s hand and wave him off.

Tires grinding down on the dirt fade away and his hands are on you again, this time dropping down over your hips and behind you to give your ass a squeeze. The pressure lures you in and he bends, grips, and hauls you up against him, cradling the backs of your thighs as your legs wrap tight around his waist.

The smell of food and home hits his nose, but he’s too caught up in the smell of your perfume to pay attention to it. He’s got you in his arms, curves against his body, the taste of your tongue in his mouth. Home is where you are, and instinct leads him to the couch, falling into it and taking you with him.

Running gentle fingers through his hair, you whisper damply against his temple. “Welcome home, Jeffrey.”

Weathered hands urge your thighs further open, grip at your ass and scoot you closer against him, pulling you deep into his lap, like he’s trying to make the two of you one being. Fingerprints slip up your spine, lingering on the lines of the lingerie beneath you dress. The weight of his hands in your hair and on your neck leave you dizzy and his dark auburn eyes glow in the fading light spilling into the house.

“Vancouver wasn’t enough. It’s never enough...” He kisses you again, deep and slow. “Can’t ever get enough of you, sweetheart.”

Pure joy stretches through you from head to toe, curls your lips against his and pulls a sigh from your lips as you nestle deep into his neck to hide the blush he never fails to paint your cheeks with. Shuffling and clinking seep through your enamored state and curious eyes drift up, only to shoot wide open and fill with authority.

“Bandit!!”

Jeffrey jumps in surprise at the yell so close to his ear, but the dog trying to steal your perfect dinner off the table stops and turns wide, guilty eyes on you. “Leave it,” you grit, relaxing back into Jeff’s lap after he sulks off through the house.

“Unbelievable. The one time I cook a nice meal for you that little thief tries to fuck it up,” you half-laugh, shaking your head in lighthearted disbelief.

Jeff grins up at you and your eyes narrow down at his. “What?”

The grin turns into a smile, then a chuckle, and he drawls out, “Just love hearin’ ya take charge, is all.”

Your head shakes for an entirely different reason, and you pull yourself out of his lap and stand in front of him with your hands on your hips. “Alright, funny guy. Ha, ha. Now get up and come eat before I give it to the dogs.”

At your warning, Jeff’s face lights up and he laughs under his breath. “Yes, ma’am.”

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Jeff’s been home for almost a month and every day has been filled with tender touches and adventures around the farm. The steady crunch of leaves fills your ears as you walk along the property, simply enjoying the day and the man you’re with.

“Where’s your favorite spot on this property?”

The question breaks a long silence that’s fallen between you and you grin, pressing yourself up against him. Pulling his arms around you, you lean up and kiss the side of his neck twice, only answering his question when he moans on the third. “Right here,” you tease.

Jeff lets out a throaty chuckle but pulls back to look you in the eye. “I’m serious.” His hand links with yours and you start walking again.

The sun shines in your eyes as you peer at him with skeptical brows. “Favorite spot for what?”

He lets out a little grumble but can’t hide his dimply smile. “Just, your favorite spot. Where is it? If you don’t tell me I’m gonna pick for you and then you’ll be screwed.”

Glaring in his direction, you walk in silence for another minute or two, trying to figure out if he’s gonna break or not. He doesn’t, and you concede with a sigh. “Ok, fine. Lemme show you.”

Tugging his hand and turning around, you make your way leisurely across the farm to lead him there. “Here ya go, Mystery Man.”

“This is it?” he confirms, and you nod his way.

Jeffrey takes a few steps away from you and surveys the land seriously. It’s almost comical watching him as he paces back and forth, measuring with his feet and eyeballing the space from all around. You’re confused, but you also know that he can, and will, keep his secrets, so you watch in amusement and just let him do his thing. When he’s made his mental notes and calculations his demeanor softens and he rejoins you in the spot where he left you.

“Why is this your favorite?”

Sucking in a deep breath, you pull away from him and turn in a slow circle, then close your eyes. The air here is filled with energy that you can feel in your bones, the vibrations of it filling your body from the ground up. It leaves you giddy and alive, cracking a smile onto your lips when you turn back to Jeff and answer.

“There’s just something, here. When we come out here at night this spot is my favorite view of the stars. This is the best angle on the house, you can see the pond, the barns. I mean, it kinda feels a little random, but this is it.”

He cocks an eyebrow your way and gleans. “I thought you were gonna say ‘where the magic happens’.”

Head shaking, you pull him in by the lapels of his jacket. “Magic happens all over this farm, Jeffy. And it’s still magical even when you’re not around.” You wink up at him and he shoots you a scandalized scoff, playful growls and shrieks filling the air as you run off across the pasture with him hot on your tail.

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About a month before Jeff’s break is over, you stumble downstairs into the kitchen. There’s a soreness in you, bone deep. You had quite the night last night-- most days and nights since Jeff’s been home-- and your achy legs lead you down the stairs and into the kitchen for a much needed cup of coffee. Smirking at the remnants of his lips and body on yours, you pour the fresh brew into your favorite mug and set the pot back down in the maker.

You’re half way out of the kitchen when you realize what you’ve just done and you catch it out loud. “Wait a minute...”

Turning back around, you eye the pot of coffee suspiciously and take a few steps toward the window. Jeffrey never makes a full pot unless you’ve got company over.

Looking around, you find nothing out of sorts, so you leave the kitchen and find your confirmation as you peer out of the window near the mudroom. Outside there’s a crew of men with gardening tools standing in a group talking with Jeff. He’s gesturing and pointing, then nods and heads your way as they disperse in different directions. The ground is dewy this early in the morning and the golden specks of sunlight shine vibrantly on his face when he gets near enough to the house to meet your eyes through the window.

Creaking and shuffling fills your ears before he emerges from the mud room, shaking off the cold morning chill to drop a kiss to your lips. “Oh, good. You’re up. Didja sleep alright?”

“Wha- yeah. Uh, what’s with the guys out there?”

Your response elicits a chuckle and he rustles around in the kitchen for a few water bottles before answering. “I’m happy you asked!” Cheery and boisterous, you flinch a little, but he rushes over to you, grinning. “It’s just a little surprise I’ve whipped up for ya. I was thinking’ about makin’ you wait until we were done, but if you wanna come out and see it then go get dressed and we’ll wait for you to start,” he promises.

Before you can ask any follow up questions or begin the mental gymnastics of what surprise he could give you that involves a bunch of gardeners in work boots and hard hats, he’s gone again with Honeydog and Bandit trailing behind him.

Downing your coffee, you rush upstairs to go change, muttering to yourself along the way. “Alright you sneaky fucker. Let’s see what you’re up to.” ----------

The tree is fucking HUGE, and for a moment you’re utterly confused.

“Tada!” Jeffrey holds his hands out and presents you with his master surprise. It’s loaded up on the back of a tractor-trailer, closed in with large metal blades around what you can only assume are the roots of the tree.

A flurry of emotions confounds you and your face hides none of it. The workers chuckle along with Jeff as you go from confused and bewildered to amused and in love, and then some.

“C’mon, sweetheart. Let’s show ‘em where its new home is,” Jeff says with a wink, and your heart flops in your chest, going through all of the emotions once again.

The crew follows you and Jeff to your favorite spot on the farm. He looks to you for confirmation and your brilliant smile sets them all in motion. They’re a well oiled machine, measuring and digging with excavators and shovels. Jeff jumps in and you start to help but he gently shoots you down.

“This is for you, Y/n. I don’t want you doin’ any of this work. Why don’t you go back inside and have some breakfast, hang out, and I’ll call you back out when we’re ready…”

Guilt worms into your chest at leaving them to do all the work, but he’s got a point. They’re a team of professionals and it’s their job. Half-dejected, you make it back to the house and mosey around the kitchen, feeling useless and put out. The fridge gets pulled open six times before it finally clicks and you’re set in motion.

Half an hour later you’ve whipped up enough breakfast burritos to feed everyone and head back out to check on the progress, leaving the food in a low temperature oven to keep it warm. The earth has been removed and the truck with the tree on it is already backed up near the large hole.

“Hey, just in time. I was about to go getcha,” says Jeffrey, coming over to slump a heavy arm around your shoulders.

The two of you stand back and watch as the tree is transplanted and set firmly in its new home, and when the oaken giant is upright, you and Jeff jump in to help the crew even out the churned earth.

Jeff tucks the care instructions into his back pocket and you stop the guys from leaving, instead leading them to the house to distribute the food you’d made. With profuse thanks all around, they take the burritos to go and shake hands before leaving the farm in its serene state.

After snagging a bite to eat, you both head back to admire it and finish leveling out the excess soil still surrounding the new tree. The dirt moves easily and you work in comfortable quietness for a few moments before Jeff turns to you and asks, “You remember when I asked you to move out here with me?”

Sniffing away the dust, you nod his way and flash him a winded smile. “Of course I do,” you answer, pushing your shovel into the ground and laughing at the memory. “We were on that road trip on your bike and we stopped in… fuck, I don’t even know where we were,” you admit. “But we’d been riding for hours, and we stopped for a little picnic. Just rode off the road into a random field and set up camp like a couple of hippies.”

“It was a nice spot!” His words are defensive, but he’s right, and he’s grinning.

“You asked me and whipped out a bottle of champagne when I said yes, and then the fuckin’ cork bounced off the tree and hit you square in the mouth.” Jeff buries his shovel and joins you, letting you take his face in your hands as you both laugh. “Busted your lip wide open.”

“And you wouldn’t stop apologizing,” he reminds you, kissing your thumb when you smooth it over his bottom lip. “Couldn’t get you to stop freaking out, either. You kept talking about how that musta been some kinda sign… that you shouldn’t move in with me.”

You laugh, loud and cringey, mortified of the memory. “Oh, god. I almost broke up with you!” Jeff chuckles at the grimace on your face. “Everything on that trip just kept going wrong. The hotels fucked up your bookings, we barely dodged a tornado, my phone was stolen, we got lost-”

“More than once,” he adds.

“It felt like everything was going wrong and they were all signs. I was so convinced things were going too fast, that I wasn’t right for you and that we shouldn’t have been together...”

He hums, deep enough to feel the vibrations of it rattle in your bones. “Mmm, did a good job talkin’ you outta that, now didn’t I?”

His hands inch lower, gently rest on your ass and you blush up at him, not even trying to hide the swoon at the way he made love to you out in the open that day.

“Oh, you sure did…”

Honest eyes take you in, admire the way you fawn over him- revel in how you make him feel alive like nothing else in this world- and then drift up to the tree you’re standing beneath.

“This tree look familiar?”

The question catches you off guard and your brain scrambles for a moment, eyes darting between him and the thick trunk. That’s impossible.

“W-what?” you gasp. Stumbling out of his arms, you approach and circle the tree. When you look back at Jeff he’s got his hands shoved in his pockets and he shrugs knowingly. “Shut the fuck up, Jeff. No.”

Smiles bloom between you and you shake your head in astonishment, rambling as a slew of emotions crashes through you. “What?! No. No! There’s no way. Y-you… Jeffy, you don’t even know where we were. Babe,” you implore, continuing through the revelation. “Babe, seriously? This is that- this is the same tree?”

An earnest nod has tears springing from your eyes and your feet racing back to the man you love. His arms welcome you home as you crash into his chest and find a safe place to bury your happy smile.

“So this is why you wanted to know my favorite spot, huh?” The scent of sweat and dirt fills your nose as you tug him in for a smiley kiss brimmed with tears. “God, you’re such a sap,” you tease lovingly. “Jeffrey, seriously, I can’t tell you how much I love this.”

He smiles down at you with a funny little gleam in his eye. It grows and shines, mists over his irises and his dimples pop as he gently forces the two of you apart. “Well-” he pulls off his gloves, drops them to the ground, and smirks- “actually, this is why I wanted to know your favorite spot…”

Digging a hand into the pocket of his jeans, he fishes something out, then drops to his knee. A pristine diamond ring glistens delicately between his slightly dirty fingers and there’s sweat on his brow when he squints the sun out of his eyes to look up at you.

The air that enters your lungs does nothing to quell your shortness of breath. Tears fill your eyes and you let out a wail of surprise and excitement, hands flying to cover your mouth.

Jeffrey reaches out and takes your left hand, squeezing it in his, and croaks out, “Woman, let me get this out.” You sob out a laugh and nod down at him, body trembling as he clears his throat to speak.

“Y/n… I wanna put down roots with you. Here on this farm, or wherever you are. I wanted to know where your favorite place is so I could make it special, like you did when you carved out a spot in my heart. I wanted to give you something that will last, just like the love you’ve given me. Having you around makes me feel alive in a way I couldn’t be with anyone else, and when I see you, I’m home. It’s a little corny,” he chuckles, “I know, but it’s true. So, darlin’, if you say yes, I promise to marry you right here under this tree, or wherever you want. Hell, I’ll marry ya on the fuckin’ moon if you ask me to,” he laughs, voice strained and deep through the tears he’s trying, and failing, to hold back.

“I’d have no greater honor than being your husband and loving you until I die. So, whaddya say? Wanna put down some roots, marry this old man in front of ya?” He grins through the tears and winks up at you. “If you wanted, I think we could probably make some pretty cute babies, too.”

Cheeks burning, you sob out his name and nod frantically, smiling so wide it’s hard for your lips to actually form the word ‘yes’. Your hand shakes and uneven breaths stumble from your mouths as he slowly slides the ring onto your finger. The two of you stare at it in awe, admiring the symbol of love and the promise it holds. Then he’s up in an instant, hugging you so hard his fingerprints blossom on your skin and kissing you long enough that the ridges of his lips grow roots that tangle with yours.

When the sun has fallen that night, the tree is surrounded by stars and washed in moonlight. Jeff catches you admiring the stoic shadow from the bedroom window and gentle hands land on your hips while his lips climb the back of your neck to whisper in your ear.

“So, whaddya gonna call it?”

You turn in his arms, the diamond on your finger sparkling in the firelight before your fingers disappear in his hair. Fondly, you smile, and your answer curls his lips.

“I think I’ll call him Jeffrey.”

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whitesparrows97 · 5 years ago

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Crossroads – Part 3

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, including fingering, a little bit of dirty talk, oral sex, unprotected sex, mentions of sex toys

Word Count: 5.6K

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You were lucky and got home in record time and threw the clothes, which seemed to be lying around everywhere, without care into your wardrobe. There wouldn’t be any time left for vacuuming, but you did the dishes as well as you could, so Jungkook didn’t think that you weren’t interested in cleanliness.

Your apartment may not have been the tidiest, but you still made sure it was clean. Even if you could rather guess it under your clothes than actually see it.

You wondered how the apartment could be so messy when you were at work all day. Okay, you had stayed at home last week, but that time you had actually only spent in bed and sometimes at the fridge.

Your eyes fell on the empty pizza cartons and noodle boxes that stood next to the trash can and you pushed them a little further into the corner with your foot as you passed by. So Jungkook might not see them directly at first glance.

On your way into the bedroom, your eyes glanced at the big clock in the hallway and your heart almost stopped. How could it have been a quarter to eight? You had hardly managed anything.

“Oh God,” you mumbled as you saw the chaos in the last room. But the question was whether Jungkook would come to this room at all? Your thoughts wandered for a short moment to all the things that this evening could hold at the ready, but you quickly pulled yourself together again.

Without much thinking you made your bed for the first time in probably a few weeks. You grabbed the pile of bills lying on the floor next to your little desk and stuffed it into the small chest of drawers next to your bed. You’d hate yourself for it in a few hours if you had to sort them by payment date again, but that wasn’t important now.

The loud shriek of your bell made you jump. Okay, now it was too late to do much more. On your way to the door you took a quick look at every room and were satisfied that you had done a damn good job in the short time nevertheless.

You pressed the buzzer and when you heard the front door open downstairs, your heart was beating wildly. Whether it was because of Jungkook or your marathon to clean up the apartment was not quite clear to you. Probably a mixture of both.

“Hey,” he greeted you with a slightly insecure smile. “Sorry it took longer.”

You accepted his apology with a hand movement. “No problem,” you replied and his smile was sincere this time. You’d better keep quiet about the fact that his little delay came in handy.

“I figured you hadn’t eaten yet,” Jungkook suspected, lifting up the plastic bag he was holding in one hand. You laughed quietly. You were very sure what was in it.

“I’m preheating the oven,” you said and headed towards the kitchen. You heard him follow you and you couldn’t stop smiling.

“I’ll just put that down here,” he let you know and put the wine bottle on the small dining table that barely fit two people.

“Thank you”, you said quietly. For a moment you stood opposite each other in silence. “Okay, I’ll pour something for us,” you broke the unpleasant silence and took two glasses out of the cupboard. Hopefully some alcohol would help loosen your vocal cords.

“Y/N,” Jungkook said and you paused for a moment while you were pouring the wine. “This tension between us right now is terrible.”

A sad smile spread across your face. “I know,” you sighed and pressed a glass into the dark-haired man’s hand. “But I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me too,” he smiled at you and took a generous sip.

“I’m sorry about Monday. I was just overwhelmed,” it burst out of you as you sat down at the dining table. Jungkook joined you so that you sat opposite each other. Since the table was so small, you would only need to reach over the table and you would be able to run it through his dark curls.

“I know, I know. That was stupid and thoughtless of me,” he apologized and rubbed his face with his hands.

You shook your head. “No, it wasn’t.” You were silent for a moment. “Maybe a bit surprising, but by no means stupid,” you added with a smile, which Jungkook shyly returned. “May I ask why you’re visiting Mrs. Chung?” You didn’t know if you were crossing a line, but the question was like the elephant in the room, which neither of you wanted to address, but which couldn’t stop looking at you with a commanding glare.

Jungkook hesitated briefly and you wanted to take another step back when he started talking. “To be honest, it was my parents’ idea.” You raised your eyebrows and Jungkook pushed it off with one hand movement. “I know, but they think it’s best if I talk to someone about my feelings. I don’t have so many friends I can talk to.” The last part said more towards his hands, which he had folded in his lap.

“Do you sometimes have the feeling that so many people are so… just lacking substance?” You looked at him questioningly and his head shot up. There was surprise and wonder in his eyes.

“Yes, I know exactly what you mean! You talk to them, but you know right from the first minute that you could never talk to them about serious, profound topics.“

You nodded in agreement. “They’re just stuck in their own world and hardly interested in others. As long as they are in the spotlight and in their story they are the protagonist that everyone adores.”

“Is something wrong with us?” Jungkook looked at you seriously and you had to keep the grin to yourself.

“I’m relatively sure that many people think the way we do,” you admitted and took a sip of the wine. Jungkook had good taste when it came to wine. On the other hand, you still doubted his taste in women. “I’ve only had one real relationship so far,” you started, “we met in college in our first year and were together until about a year ago. Of course we had our ups and downs, but I really thought I had met my soulmate back then.”

“What happened?”

You shrugged your shoulders. Not because you didn’t know it, but you tried to dismiss it and not let it show how much the memory still hurt sometimes. “He betrayed me for several months. I don’t know with how many, but I definitely know at least three.”

“Wow, he sounds like a real dog,” Jungkook said, disparagingly.

“I kicked him out when I found out, of course. Although his things were no longer in the apartment, I still had the feeling that he was still there. That’s why I moved here a few weeks ago and took a new job.”

Jungkook nodded understandingly. “Is that why you shut me down?“

You sighed. “For a long time it was difficult for me to rebuild trust in people. My ‘best friend’”, you made quotation marks with your fingers to illustrate your irony, “covered for him the whole time and I found out a few months ago that she was one of his affairs.”

“Ouch,” Jungkook just said. When you looked him in the eye, you could see how much he felt for you. Your heart leapt for joy and pushed the painful memories back.

“But when I saw you standing at the supermarket checkout, I just had to talk to you,” you confessed and ignored your hot cheeks, into which the blood was pouring.

“And then I yelled at you,” Jungkook laughed as he remembered.

“I wondered for the next few days what I had done wrong in the short time and few sentences,” you said with a smile on your lips as you shook your head.

“And I was upset that I had approached you like that,” Jungkook admitted. “I really thought you laughed at me when we first met.”

Your eyes widened. “That was the reason?” Jungkook nodded. “I laughed because I thought you were funny and cute. That was all.”

“You thought I was cute?” He raised an eyebrow and looked at you slightly provocatively. How did he manage to be so insecure in one moment and totally self-confident and convinced of himself in the next? No matter how he did it, but it triggered something deep inside you and you looked shyly to the ground.

“Maybe,” you mumbled. You flinched slightly when you felt a hand on your cheek and you looked up. You could hardly concentrate on his next words when he started stroking your cheek gently with his thumb.

“When I saw you for the first time, I never thought I’d stand a chance with you,” Jungkook admitted, and his voice was nothing more than a whisper. His eyes looked at you questioningly and you noticed how his gaze once flitted briefly to your lips before they looked into your eyes again.

“Maybe you even have more than a hint of a chance,” you also whispered back and leaned slightly forward.

Jungkook understood the hint and came towards you. Shortly before your lips met, he waited a moment to give you a chance to back down if it got too much. But you had already made your decision, if not weeks ago. Even if you weren’t consciously aware of it a few days ago on the roof.

Jungkook pressed his warm lips on yours and you couldn’t suppress your sigh. It had been so long ago that you had felt so comfortable and understood. So safe.

He broke away from you again for a second, but you grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him back to you. You pressed your lips demandingly on his and he seemed surprised for a moment, but quickly caught on again. His other hand gently stroked your hair as you gently drove your tongue over his lips.

He understood and opened his mouth and you explored each other’s mouths. The tabletop pressed into your stomach, so much you leaned forward and reluctantly you detached yourself from Jungkook. He looked at you questioningly as you looked around the room searching.

“The table is in the way,” you just said, and Jungkook seemed to have a solution ready. He took you by the hand, so you had to get up just to push yourself right back against the table.

You understood and jumped onto the table without further ado so that you sat on it. Jungkook acted immediately and willingly you spread your legs so that he could stand in between them. In an instant his lips were hungry for yours again and you embraced his hips with your legs.

His hand pressed you firmly against his chest and you sighed as you could finally be close to him. Your hands slid through his soft hair, over his trained shoulders and back, before you arrived at the spot where his shirt was neatly tucked into his pants.

Impatiently you began to pull it out, only to have your hands underneath it a moment later. They glided over his abs and you moaned slightly into the kiss as Jungkook once pressed his crotch against yours in a slow, intense movement.

Despite the layers of clothing you were both still wearing, you could clearly feel his erection. At the same time you felt that your panties were most likely ruined by now, as easily as they slipped between your lower lips as you met him on his next thrust.

Now he moaned too and the noise went right between your legs. “Jungkook”, you mumbled into the kiss and started unbuttoning his shirt with closed eyes.

His hands had also started to find their way under your top. His slightly rough fingertips left a pleasant feeling on your soft skin and you felt electrified. Like little electric shocks you gave each other energy and yet it was not enough.

You interrupted the kiss and leaned back a little to look at Jungkook. “Let’s go to my bedroom,” you said with a smile and a smile also spread on Jungkook’s face. Your eyes fell on his cheeks, which were slightly red. His hair fell lightly into his face as he held your thighs with his hands and effortlessly lifted you up.

“Where to,” he asked as he carried you out of the kitchen. You loosened a hand from his neck, which you held tightly for support and pointed to the other end of the hall. “Okay,” he said and walked down the hall towards the bedroom.

Your heart beat wildly as he carefully opened the door with his shoulder and carried you to the bed. Gently he laid you down on the soft blankets and as your back touched the mattress, you realized that this was really real.

“Everything all right?” asked Jungkook, who looked at you from big brown eyes. He was lying above you, both hands supported next to your head. He loosened one hand and gently stroked your cheek, which became even warmer under his touch.

You nodded and your head felt like cotton wool. “I’m all right,” you said once more for confirmation and a smile spread on your face, which Jungkook replied. Your gaze fell on his lips again. Nervously he bit his lower lip and you noticed that Jungkook was probably afraid that you would block him again.

Now it was up to you to take his face in your hands and stroke his cheeks soothingly. “I want this, Jungkook,” you said and immediately you saw how a part of the tension seemed to fall off him. The words of your therapist, or rather both of your therapist, came back into your head and you noticed how right she had been. “You are the first man I have trusted in a long time. Especially on this level.” You felt the blush rising in your face as you said the next part of the sentence. “I want you, Jungkook.”

The shame that you had felt a moment before was quickly forgotten at the sight that was offered to you after your confession. His eyes lit up as he searched your face for the last possible uncertainty and did not find it. Your eyes fell on the little dimples that you hadn’t noticed before and you couldn’t help but smile back.

His gaze fell on your lips and he could no longer hold back. Demandingly his soft lips pressed on yours again and you had already missed the feeling in the short time span. As his tongue explored your mouth, your fingers continued to fully unbutton his half-unbuttoned shirt. With slightly shaky fingers, you pulled the white garment from his broad shoulders. With a movement of your hand you threw it on the floor next to your bed.

With curious fingers, you brushed over his defined chest and abdominal muscles. Your fingers followed the lines of his body while your eyes remained closed. Jungkook shuddered slightly as you got your fingers close to his waistband.

He broke away from you just to sit up lightly. You suppressed the groaning that was rising inside you as you could now feel his erection more than clearly. His hands slid under your blouse and before you knew it he had pulled it over your head and it joined his shirt on the floor.

“God, you are so beautiful,” he breathed as his gaze wandered over your half-naked upper body. He bent down to you again and pressed his lips on your neck. He quickly found the place where you began to squirm under him, hoping for more. He drove further down your upper body, leaving a trail of fleeting kisses and intense caresses of your skin.

When he arrived at the top of your bra and his fingers and lips worked around it, you couldn’t wait any longer. The longing for him and more closeness was too great. You reached between yourself and the mattress and opened the clasp of your bra. You took the straps off your shoulders and Jungkook took it off to put it aside as well. His gaze never left yours.

He threw you a short smile which was a mixture of shy, sheepish, but also a bit mischievous before his lips enclosed your nipple. You took in the air in surprise and couldn’t suppress the satisfied moan. “Jungkook,” you moaned quietly as his tongue played around your hard nipple. His fingers found your other nipple and he rolled it between his thumb and index finger, eliciting another moan from you.

You couldn’t wait any longer. Your fingers went straight to his jeans where you opened the button and pulled down the zipper. You pulled his jeans down as far as Jungkooks position would allow; which wasn’t exactly far. “Jungkookie,” you whispered, and with a ‘plop’ he loosened his mouth from your nipple and looked up to you. The cold air hit your saliva wet nipple and you suppressed a shiver.

He knew what you wanted to say and stood up from the bed. In a quick tug, he had taken off his jeans and before you could address it or take action yourself, he had stripped your pants off as well, so you were both dressed only in underwear.

You used the moment Jungkook stood in front of you to look at his trained body. You had already felt it in the kitchen and a few moments ago. But to see him standing in front of you now, each of his muscles illuminated in the dim light of your bedside lamp… your abdomen tightened in joy as your gaze glided over his six pack and his trained thighs.

As you looked a little lower towards his black boxer shorts, you bit your lower lip a little embarrassed. His erection was clearly visible under the dark fabric. God, was there anything about him that wasn’t perfect?

You made a short, surprised shriek as Jungkook’s hands suddenly grabbed your calves and he gently pulled you in his direction with a swift jerk. Before you knew what he was up to, he had kneeled down between your legs in front of the edge of the bed. His fingers stroked upwards over your lower legs, where they stroked your thighs in circular movements.

You felt his hot breath on the inside of your thighs as he threw one of your legs over his shoulder, getting even closer to the most intimate part of your body. You breathed shakily in. “Relax,” Jungkook whispered and you sighed softly as you noticed how close he was to you. Only a few centimetres were missing.

Jungkook made his way further up and left feathery kisses on your leg along the way. When you looked down and could only see a tuft of dark hair, a grin spread across your face. You hadn’t felt so loved in a long time. And in that moment you realized that a man had never triggered such feelings in you before.

You felt desirable. Without sounding selfish, Jungkook managed that you didn’t feel completely out of place next to him.

The dark-haired man had finished his path and waited for a moment before pressing a kiss on your panties. His nose was brushing over your clothed clit, and you were slightly rearing up your upper body.

“God, you smell incredible,” Jungkook groaned before his fingers slid under the waistband of your panties and he slowly pulled them towards your feet. How he could have so much discipline was almost incomprehensible to you. What he had told you more or less resembled your own experiences. That meant that he hadn’t had sex in a long time either. The fact that he thought of you first warmed your heart.

A moment later Jungkook was back again and embraced your thighs from below with his arms before putting his hands on them. His fingers pressed pleasantly into your skin and kept you from closing your legs again. Not that this thought would pop into your head even for a moment.

When his tongue touched your opening, you held your breath. He ran it along it in a long movement before his lips enclosed your clit and he sucked slightly.

Black dots already appeared behind your eyes as the knot in your abdomen tightened almost painfully and the butterflies in your belly went mad. You were afraid that they would break out of your chest right away, that’s how strong the feeling was.

You buried one hand in his dark curls and pressed lightly against it so that he knew he shouldn’t stop. Your bedroom filled with your moans and the obscene noises caused by Jungkook’s mouth. The other arm was over your forehead while you focused on Jungkook’s tongue.

He loosened an arm that he had wrapped around your leg and inserted one of his fingers into you while his tongue continued to skilfully play around your clitoris. “Oh God, Jungkook… Please don’t stop,” you groaned as he bent his finger up and hit your G-spot oh so lightly.

He sucked on your clit and you arched your back as he inserted another finger into you. You felt how close you were and pushed your pelvis up a bit to catch more of Jungkook’s touch. Jungkook, however, had other plans and removed his soft lips and stopped any movement with his fingers.

Surprised, you looked down between your fingers to the dark haired one who grinned mischievously at you. Your belly made a somersault as you saw the region around his mouth shining with your liquid. Your abdomen continued to contract as your gaze fell a little deeper and you saw two of his fingers buried deep inside you.

“Why do you stop,” you breathed disappointed. Your voice was no longer capable of more.

Slowly Jungkook pulled his fingers out of you without interrupting the eye contact and you felt how your cheeks no longer only turned red because of exertion. “I want you to come when my cock is buried so deep inside you that you can’t feel anything else,” he whispered to you before pulling his fingers completely out of you. What remained was a disappointing emptiness.

Jungkook stood up from the floor and grabbed the waistband of his boxer shorts to pull them down. You didn’t see them slide onto the floor because your gaze had got caught further upwards. He wasn’t shaved, he was only trimmed as far as you could tell. But his cock was what had your full attention.

He stood like an arrow and on his head were already drops of pleasure. You would like to do nothing more than lick them up, but Jungkook had other plans.

You sat up and stretched slightly to put one hand in his neck to pull him back onto the bed. “Let me just get a condom,” he whispered into the kiss and wanted to sit up again.

You shook your head. “You don’t need it, I’m on the pill,” you said and a shy smile spread across his face.

“I’m clean too,” Jungkook said. “I had myself tested after my last relationship.” He put his hands next to your head on the pillow so as not to put all his weight on you.

You stroked his cheek and were amazed by his attentiveness every time. You may not have had the best comparison from your last relationship, with how your ex-boyfriend often treated you. But Jungkook showed you again and again that you could trust him. And that you could let yourself fall with him.

You smiled at each other for a moment and Jungkook pressed his lips passionately on yours again. You felt him navigate his cock towards your opening. He moved his head along your labia, spreading your fluids. You groaned into the kiss and grabbed his ass to push him closer to you and give him the signal that you were ready.

Jungkook’s lips came loose from yours and at the same time he slowly penetrated you. He had his lower lip trapped between his teeth and seemed to hold back so you could get used to his size. He fully stretched you out as he pushed further and further into you. When he was completely inside you, Jungkook paused for a moment and tried to bring his breath under control again.

“Everything okay?” he asked and you nodded.

“You can move, Jungkookie,” you spurred him on.

He didn’t need to be told that twice.

Slowly he pulled himself out of you again, just to penetrate you again a moment later. When his hip collided with yours, you both groaned at the same time. His hip bones pressed with a pleasant pressure into your flesh and you knew you would feel some of it tomorrow morning.

Jungkook picked up a pleasant pace and the room was filled with the sound as your bodies met. Your muscles tightened around his cock and Jungkook once groaned deeply before pushing deep into you.

“Fuck, how can you get even tighter,” he exhaled breathlessly and laughed quietly. “Do you like the way my cock fills you out so much?” He picked up speed again as he looked into your eyes. His pupils were dilated with pleasure and the first drops of sweat were already forming on his forehead. “God, your pussy is made for my dick,” he pushed out between two thrusts.

You felt like you were in seventh heaven. Jungkook penetrated into areas and made you feel things you hadn’t felt for years, if ever. You let your hands run over his muscular back and focused on what was happening in your abdomen.

You released one hand and put two fingers on your clitoris before making circular movements. You sighed as you came towards your climax with quick steps. You closed your eyes with pleasure.

Suddenly there was a hand on your wrist which pressed your hand decisively on the pillow next to you. Surprised you opened your eyes.

“That’s my job,” Jungkook whispered as his fingers replaced yours. “Come for me, baby,” he added as you squinted your eyes and his fingers circled your clitoris. He must have bent down to you because suddenly you felt his hot breath on your skin. His soft lips pressed on your neck before he started sucking on it.

That was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

You stopped your movements and let your head roll to the side when Jungkook helped you ride out your orgasm with slow movements.

You needed a moment to catch your breath again and when you opened your eyes again, Jungkook had also come to a standstill in you. He looked at you waiting, cheeks slightly reddened and his brown eyes radiated so much warmth together with his shy smile that your heartbeat accelerated again immediately.

“You are so hot when you come,” he said after a moment of silence and you rolled your eyes playfully.

He continued to lean on one hand while his other grabbed one of your thighs and put it around his hip again. You could imagine what he was going to do and you embraced his hip with the other leg and put your hands around his neck to get a better grip.

Jungkook grinned at you as he pushed his knees between your legs and could sit up easily. You were lifted slightly before he put his hands on your back and pressed you against him. The next moment it was him lying on his back and you the one sitting on him.

His hands had found their way to your hips, which he clasped with a firm grip. You supported your hands on his hard chest to find some stability.

He started guiding your hips so you could get used to a rhythm. You moaned as he penetrated deeper into you through the new position. You let your hips sink down and sighed as you felt him practically pulsate inside you. As a test you let your hips circle once and Jungkook let out a moan.

He put his feet on the mattress and the next time you moved your hips down he let his hips snap against yours.

You were almost thrown forward by the strength, but Jungkook embraced your body with his hands and pressed you against his chest so that your upper body was lying on his. He buried a hand in your hair, through which he once stroked lovingly before making you understand that you should keep your knees up.

Again he let his hip snap powerfully up against yours, but this time your position gave you more hold. “Fuck,” you pushed out between clenched teeth. If Jungkook went on like this, you wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer.

But you felt how Jungkook also seemed to be close.

His movements became more erratic, uncontrolled as his cock kept penetrating you and pulling out of you again. You started to meet him with every movement and Jungkook couldn’t hold out any longer.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he murmured as he shot his sperm into you when he was buried deep inside you and that was the trigger for your second orgasm. You grabbed the blanket under you and bit into his chest so you didn’t scream out loud.

You needed a moment to catch your breath again and when you detached your mouth from his skin, you could see the bruise you had left. But you didn’t want to know what your neck looked like.

You turned your head up so that your chin rested on his chest just to see that Jungkook was already looking at you, a slight smile on your lips.

“That was…,” you needed a moment to find the right words and bring clarity to your veiled thoughts.

“Unbelievable,” Jungkook came before you and you nodded in agreement.

“Would you give me a tissue from the dresser?” You nodded your head towards your bedside table and Jungkook reached out one hand. You heard him open the drawer and before you could stop him, his eyes fell on the contents.

He gave you a mischievous side glance and pulled his eyebrow up. “That’s such a cliché, you know?” he commented laughingly on your collection of sex toys and you agreed as you realized how right he was with it. You were also glad how calm Jungkook took the situation.

“Maybe we can try them out together,” the dark-haired guy added, and your abdomen contracted at the thought.

Jungkook under you flinched slightly. “I meant another time, not right now.”

“Sorry,” you replied, somewhat embarrassed, what a big influence Jungkook’s words had on you. He handed you a tissue and a little reluctantly you moved your hips up so that he slipped out of you. Before his cum could drip onto the bed sheet, you cleaned up and threw the used tissue towards your trash can. You didn’t even try to hit it.

Jungkook spread an arm on the pillow next to him and you willingly let yourself fall to his side. He immediately pushed you closer to him with his arm and gave you a short kiss on your hair. You felt his heart still beating fast as you put your hand on his chest and the smile on your face didn’t seem to want to disappear anymore.

By now at the latest you realised that you were head over heels in love with Jeon Jungkook.

And when you lifted your head slightly and your eyes met, you knew that he felt the same way about you.

“You are so wonderful,” Jungkook said and brushed a strand of hair from your face.

“Thank you,” you returned and interlocked your hand with his before putting it back on his chest.

“I could really get used to it,” he said. “To this.”

You nodded. “Me too,” you breathed. You remained silent for a moment and you listened to his regular breaths. You noticed your eyelids getting heavier and slowly closing.

“I don’t want to go to work tomorrow,” Jungkook pulled you out of your half-sleep, but you kept your eyes closed. The feeling of lying next to Jungkook and feeling his body entwined with yours was too beautiful.

“Then we’ll just call in sick tomorrow,” you said, and the approximate sleep swallowed a few of your words. Jungkook looked down at you and couldn’t resist the quiet laughter when he saw how cute you were. His gaze glided over your naked body, which you had pressed close to his, and he still wondered how he deserved such a great, incredible woman.

“Sounds like a great plan,” he replied and embraced your thigh so that he could put it over his legs and be even closer to you.

You both drifted further into half-sleep before Jungkook suddenly realized something. “Do you think the stove is preheated by now?”

You moaned grumbling and buried your face in his chest. You wanted to do just everything else rather than stand up and take care of the stove.

“I’ll take that as an answer that you don’t want pizza?” You heard the laughter in his voice, which he had to hold back.

“Maybe tomorrow morning,” you mumbled, what made him laugh.

“I’m going to turn off the oven anyway,” Jungkook said and began to get away from you. You reluctantly let him go. You already missed his warmth when the cold air grazed your naked skin and Jungkook wasn’t there to stop it.

“But hurry,” you whispered and you weren’t sure if he had heard.

When Jungkook pressed a kiss on your cheek and whispered a “I’ll be right back” to you, you were already asleep.

– The End –

Hi, I hope you had as much fun reading this story as me writing it! As always, I would love to hear your thoughts, so any kind of feedback is really appreciated ♥️

#bts x you #bts x reader #bts smut #bts imagine #bts fanfic #jungkook x reader #bts #crossroads

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authorofdanger · 5 years ago

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Dominance

Genre:Angst with slight fluff at the end

Poly/Hybrid Skz AU

Humans: Chan, Hyunjin, Seungmin, and Changbin

Dog Hybrids Felix and Y/N, cat hybrid Minho, Fennic Fox hybrid Jeongin, and Chipmunk hybrid Jisung.

(I'm sorry but Woojin has a few mentions and a small appearance)

It started slow, his typical sweet and gentle nature shifting into a violent and destructive one. The warm glow in his eyes dulling and his smile transforming into a scowl. His open and inviting hands became fists that would swing without second thought.

I was the first to notice these changes after he stopped playing with me and shoved me away when I came up for cuddles by the fireplace and hugs in the kitchen when he was trying to help cook. The other hybrids noticed soon after I did, one by one as they lost their friend. The humans on the other hand wanted to push it off as his upcoming heat or his grief after Woojin left, maybe even both. Inside I just knew it couldnt be the case, there has to be more.

These shifts would continue for nearly three weeks until one day the worst would happen. It was early on a Tuesday morning, a quiet day for the most part for us hybrids. Chan and Changbin were at the gym they owned, Hyunjin at his dance studio, and Seungmin at his cafe, leaving the rest of us to do as we will in our new house we just recently got.

I was bundled under the blankets in the living room with Minho as cartoons flashed across the screen but not holding either one of our attention. He was more occupied with his phone while I kept an ear out on Jisung and Jeongin, who decided to try and play video games with Felix to cheer him up. All seemed well until I heard a loud thud and an ear piercing shriek that followed with pure chaos.

Chunking the blankets off of me and leaping off the couch, I raced down the hall and nearly tripped over Jeongin whom was balled up in the floor. Minho checked on the younger for injury as I burst into the demolished bedroom to find Felix hovering over Jisung, snapping his teeth at his upper arm. Jisung's face was bruised and he was crying out in pain and fear since he was powerless in the dog hybrid's trap.

"Felix stop," I cried before going to pry him off and yanked him to the ground with his back against my chest, getting harshly in the wrist as a result. He fought hard against me, clawing at my arms and thighs while trying to bite me more. "Minho! Call for help," I begged as I bared the pain Felix was forcing on me. My eyes never left Jisung as he writhed in pain and grabbed at his now bleeding side that I didnt notice earlier.

"Felix please! STOP," I barked as the pain was starting to be too much for me but I still held on. I had to protect my pack, I was the only one who could! With Felix and I being the only two dog breeds we could both easily kill the other hybrids and from the way Felix was fighting me I could tell it was a possibility if I were to let go.

It took Changbin and Chan nearly ten agonizing minutes before they arrived to me nearly having to give up and the others locking themselves in the bathroom as Minho tried to patch Jisung to the best of his abilities. Blood was all over my body from all the scratches and bites Felix had been inflicting and my face was stained with tears. Changbin yanked Felix away from me and Chan scooped up my body to be cleaned and examined. His face held so many emotions but I could see anger was seething through the most. Setting me in the bathtub next to Jisung I screamed in pain as the soapy water stung my wounds.

"Holy shit," Seungmin gasped as he ran in, "what happened?" Minho shook his head but continued to clean Jisung as he shakily said "I dont know. Y/N and I were on the couch when it started! It's never been this bad!" I laid my head onto Jisung's shoulder while Chan lathered my skin and examined every bite and scratch, trying to calm my nerves with his scent. "They need to go to the vet. There isnt much we can do here and the injuries are deep. Look at her thigh," Chan groaned as he stood up and asked Jeongin to go get towels and clean clothes for us.

The bathwater was tinted a dark pink from our mixed blood but the towels Jeongin retrieved would be stained just as bad as Seungmin and Chan helped dry us off. "Shit he got her pretty bad," Seungmin whispered to Chan. The towel only added to the pain and I tried to shove Chan off of me put his grip was just tight enough to hold me in place. "Look what you did," Changbin boomed as he pulled Felix in by his ear. Jisung immediately curled into Seungmin and I fought to get in front of the three of them to keep Felix away. Minho stepped in front of Jeongin and slowly made them back away protectively but his ears pinned down in fear.

My body immediatly tensed up and a low but loud growl ruptured through my chest with my teeth bared, stopping everyone in the room. I never growl at them, hell Chan has never heard me growl at all! Even when first meeting the other hybrids I only showed pure joy and love. "Y/N what the hell," Chan asked while reaching out for me. "Get him out," I barked as my growls grew louder and more threatening. Felix's eyes skimmed my body and his initial anger quickly shifted into guilt and saddness, tail hanging low and limp. "Lock him in the guest room until I get back. Seungmin help me get them dressed so Changbin and I can get them to the vet," Chan ordered, "I need everyone to stay away from Felix until I say otherwise.

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"Thank you," Jisung stammered as we pulled into our street, "for helping me. I didnt stand a chance against him and you got hurt and-" I placed my hand on his cheek and hushed him quietly before sighing "Its okay Sungie. I'd do it again if I had to. You guys are my pack and I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe, even if it hurts a little."

"You guys shouldn't be fighting at all," Chan grunted, "now I need to know what happened." Jisung shook his head and placed his head in his hands, body trembling from oncoming anxiety. "I dont even know! We were just playing Just Dance and he lost the round and then got aggressive. He was about to go after Jeongin for winning but I got in the way and he lashed out!" I gently rubbed his back as a few sobs escaped his lips and turned to look at Chan as he parked in the driveway. "I kept saying something was wrong but you guys wouldn't listen. He needs help Channie." Chan was eerily quiet as he got out of the car while Changbin stayed close to us while we limped towards the house. My legs were both insanely sore and Jisung's side hurt with every step but we refused to be weak and lean on eachother, knowing to keep the house as calm as we could, we had to keep our composure.

"Are they okay," I heard Jeongin cry as the front door opened. "I'm fine," I called out. "Alive," Jisung added. I was nearly tackled to the floor by the youngest as soon as I entered the living room and Minho was close behind but more careful with our injuries. I could hear the humans talking about something but for once chose not to eavesdrop, deciding if it was so important to keep quiet then maybe it should stay that way.

"Yeah when I got here Felix was locked in the guest bedroom and there was blood all over your room! What the hell happened," Hyunjin asked, "cause frankly it seems the rest of us dont know shit!" "I dont know okay," Chan snapped, "he has never been like this! Even when I first found him he was never fucking aggressive, just scared! On his heats he can be a bit temperamental but nothing at this rate. The closest he has ever been to this was when I first got Y/N but never to the point of fighting! Hell he was fine that same night!"

"Chan could this be a dominance thing," Changbin asked, "I mean Woojin just left and our dynamic in the house had altered because of it you know? Maybe he is trying to assert more dominance on himself." I eyed the other hybrids carefully as we all thought about it. It really could be what's going on. I've noticed between the hybrids in the house we have had to alter duties in the home and other various romantic situations but dominance hasn't changed! I've always been head of the hybrids while Chan was big man of the humans and never had there been a single complaint! Even Minho was fine with me having charge and the man radiates dominance.

"Maybe I should talk to him," Chan groaned. "No," I said lowly, "if he were to lash out at one of you guys like he did Jisung and I you would get mauled! Atleast by the time Binnie got to him I had been dealing with him for atleast ten minutes. Let me go in, he isnt likely to injure me more right now." The room erupted with arguments but I did notice something extremely odd, there was not a single sound coming from the guest bedroom he was locked in. Creeping my way down the hall I felt a breeze from under the doorframe and could smell the outside air and only a faint one of Felix.

"Guys," I called out, "Felix jumped out the window again. He got out." "Fuck again," Minho growled. Recently Felix has had a knack for escaping through windows, a detail the others probably forgot about while I was gone. "Okay Changbin you go check the parks, Seungmin and Jeongin check the neighborhood, Minho and Hyunjin go check the cafe's and our shops, I'll go check the pounds. You two stay here and call if he comes home before we do," Chan ordered while fiddling with his keys.

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One by one the others arrived home between eleven and midnight, not a sign of Felix anywhere. My heart was racing, what if he was taken or attacked? What if he just ran away? Why would he leave us? Doesnt he love us? "Y/N why dont you come on to bed? He'll show up," Chan suggested. The others were already in bed and asleep but Chan wanted to wait for me. "Just a bit longer. You go on ahead though, I wont be long." Placing a kiss to my forehead and hugging me for a couple of minutes he slipped on to bed, leaving me waiting all alone.

Sitting in silence gave me time to think back on recent events and little warning signs of Felix's personality change. Felix seemed to challenge my authority more now that I think about it. As Chan would take on both of Woojin's positions, momma and cook of the house, and taking on an extra job at a local daycare I noticed that during Chan's absence Felix tried to take control. When I would remind him that I was in charge when he was gone Felix would argue that he was in Chan's life first and is the strongest in the house. He would also mention how dominant he was in most relationships in the house despite his hybrid features and it was ridiculous that a switch as sub oriented as I was had such a dominant role over all of the hybrids and some of the humans. "Felix it's just how it ended up and you arent stable enough to be in Chan or I's spots." "Technically Chan took over Woojin's spot and you took over his! How is that fair that you get all this power?"

I guess in a way he was right, maybe I should have listened to him and stepped down a bit. "Felix if you dont quit your yelling-" "You'll what Chan? Punish me? Funny how you punish us for things Y/N gets away with," Felix boomed. "Y/N only yells when she has to," Chan argued, "and I do punish Y/N when she does something wrong let me remind you." "But we cant! Because she is head over us like you are! You both get to take alpha roles and for what? Why does Y/N get any power over us and not just you?"

Just then the door creaked open and Felix was dragged in by Woojin, whom had a dissapointed scowl on his face. "He came to my house. Tell Chan to call me in the morning," he sighed before leaving as quick as he came. Felix stood there for a moment, analyzing my body and every bandage. "I'm sorry," we both said at the same time before looking at eachother in confusion. "I'll let Chan be the only one in control. I'm pretty sure that's why you've been upset right?"

Nodding his head and looking to the floor I could see a flood of emotions on his face. "You remember when you spent your first night with us in my bed? How you curled against me and acted so small with us? What changed when we moved here? What made you act so dominant over me, taking what little control I had?" "I dont know," I admitted, "Felix I never tried to hurt you. I just felt like I had to be so strong when we moved and got in this massive relationship. I had to learn a new language from scratch, I had to be so strong! Maybe it changed me but I honestly dont know."

Tears rolled down my cheeks and i buried my face in my hands. "I didnt want to seem as weak as i was when you guys found me." I felt a strong grip around my shoulders and his cheek against my head. "I'll stop trying to be so tuff if you stop being so aggressive." "Okay," he whispered, "can we just lay down in here? I know if I wake up Chan I'm going to be bent over the bed and end up with a bruised ass and I dont want to deal with that just yet."

"If anyone deserves a bruised ass its me," I chuckled through my sobs. "That can be arranged later. Let's just sleep."

#skz #skz chan #skz changbin #skz seungmin #skz hyunjin #hybrid skz #skz hybrid #skz jeongin #skz jisung #skz minho #skz fanfic #skz ff #skz felix #skz angst #stray kids angst #stray kids au #stray kids

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sheewolf85 · 5 years ago

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New Fic - Right Where You Belong

Summary: Based on Twitter ramblings from Keelywolfe, Nanenna, myself, and many others!

Edge is the older brother here, only a teenager himself and living on the streets with Red when he's invited by Rus to stay at his place with his dad and younger brother. He can watch the kids while Rus goes to work at the lab with Gaster! It's perfect! And it is, for a while, until one day the kids get into a fight and Blue gets hurt.

As much as Edge wants to comfort the kids and make sure everything is okay, he can't help but wonder what's going to happen when Rus and Gaster get home. Will he and his brother lose their warm, safe home?

Notes: This has been stuck in my head ever since this morning when it was talked about on Twitter. It had to be written!

One quick note here, Edge and Rus are the same age, about sixteen or so. Rus can't do much at the lab, but enough to earn a bit of cash to help out with the bills.

I want to gift this to the ppl on Twitter, but I feel like I'd miss someone, so, if you were part of the twitter convo, consider this your gift!

Read it AO3

Or read after the cut

Stars, he was tired. He hadn’t slept well the night before because his baby brother hadn’t slept well, and all Edge wanted was a damn nap that he wasn’t likely to get anytime soon seeing as how he was the only one in the house to watch the two younger kids.

Which, admittedly, he wasn’t doing a very good job of at the moment. But they were fine; they were in Blue’s room playing while Edge attempted to keep his sockets open in the living room. He was listening, though, and they seemed to be playing some sort of superhero game, both of them being the heroes while several of Blue’s stuffed animals played the bad guys. It was honestly cute, even if they were both a bit grouchy today.

To top it off, neither of the toddlers had taken a nap. Edge had honestly expected Red to pass right the heck out since he’d barely slept the night before, but no, he was chattering to himself the whole hour while Blue sang himself lullabies.

It wasn’t much of a surprise when their play turned a bit sour, their gentle squabbling over which villain was going to get their butt handed to them next turning into an all-out argument complete with raised voices and name-calling.

Edge really should have gotten up to check on them and help them calm down fifteen minutes ago. He shouldn’t have let it go on so long, but he was so tired!

Red screeching in anger got Edge to his feet in a hurry. He made it to the doorway of Blue’s room just in time to see Red throw a toy at Blue. It hit him square in the face with enough force to knock him down and smack the back of his head on another toy.

Blue was immediately in tears, screaming in both pain and anger as Edge rushed over to check him. Edge’s soul began to pound as Blue sat up and marrow dripped from nasal aperture. There was the tiniest of cracks on the left side, close to his socket.

Edge’s mind began to race at the sight of the crack. He could only barely remember how he’d gotten the vast majority of his scars, but he knew they all hurt when they were fresh.

“i didn’t mean to!” Red hollered, running up to them.

Blue kicked at him, screaming again and barely missing his knee by a few inches.

Edge pulled his little brother back, away from potential harm by Blue’s flailing feet. “I know, Red, but you can’t throw things like that!” He turned his attention back to Blue. “Shhh, it’s okay, Blue,” he said softly. “You’re okay; let’s get you cleaned up, okay?” He helped Blue to his feet. “Red, I want you to stay here and think about what you’ve done while I help Blue.”

Red sniffled and nodded, his gaze on his feet. Edge so wanted to scoop him up and remind him that these things happened but he needed to try to control himself a little better. He didn’t have time; he had to get Blue at least cleaned up before Rus and Gaster got home.

Thinking of Rus and Gaster only made his soul pound harder. Gaster was a great father, very kind and attentive to his two boys, and Rus was the kind of older brother Edge so wished he could be. The fact that Gaster even let Edge and Red stay in their home spoke to the kind of man he was, even if Edge did work for his stay. He cooked and cleaned and cared for the children, but he’d do it all four times over if Gaster asked it of him.

He set a still-sobbing Blue on the counter by the kitchen sink and turned on the faucet to wet a paper towel. After wringing it out one-handed, he tried to gently wipe at Blue’s face. Blue screeched louder and pushed Edge’s hand away.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, Blue,” he said gently. “I’m not going to hurt you, buddy, but I need to get you cleaned up so I can see if you need a healer.” Stars, he hoped Blue wouldn’t need a healer.

Blue whined and looked up at Edge with bright, starry eye lights, but he nodded and let Edge do what had to be done. Gently dabbing the smeared marrow away, Edge could finally see the extent of the crack. It didn’t go through his bone like the one in Edge’s socket, thank goodness. It was only on the outer surface of the bone, but that surely didn’t mean it hurt any less.

It had stopped bleeding finally and soon Edge had the little guy all cleaned up. He took him to change his clothes and then set the boys in different rooms for time out, which only resulted in more screaming from children who were adamant that they were okay now and wanted to play. Red even kicked at him just before he shut the door to their shared room.

Both kids in time out, their muffled cries still echoing through the house, Edge found himself in the bathroom and locked the door. Sitting on the floor by the bathtub, he drew his knees up and let his head fall between them. He tried to wrap his arms around his head to block out the sound, but it was hopeless. Even among the cries from frustrated children, Edge could hear the memory of Blue’s painful screaming.

He was going to have a bruise, that was certain. Even if the crack were somehow miraculously healed by the time Blue’s father and older brother came home, there was no way to hide what had happened.

Guilt twisted in Edge’s soul. Would he really have tried to hide it? What kind of person was he? Gaster trusted him with his youngest child, and that was how he was going to repay his kindness? No, he had to be honest and let the chips fall as they may.

A tight sob forced its way out of Edge’s chest. He knew exactly how the chips were going to fall. This was all his fault, and if Gaster was even a fraction as smart as Edge knew him to be, he and his brother would be back out on the streets by tonight.

If it were only Edge himself, he could handle that. He’d made a mistake and he’d pay the price. What was killing him now wasn’t what he was going to lose. No, it was that his baby brother was going to have to pay that price right along with him. Red didn’t belong on the streets. He deserved to have a filling meal each night and a warm, safe place to sleep.

If there was a way to ask Gaster to please keep Red here, he’d do it, but he couldn’t. He didn’t know if it was selfishness or the knowledge that Red could be a handful, but he would not ask Gaster to care for his brother.

The sudden vibration of his phone in his pocket made him jump. He hurried to his feet and pulled out to silence the blaring alarm.

He swore under his breath and went to the sink to try to clean up. Rus and Gaster would be home within the hour, and he hadn’t even started anything for dinner.

Splashing some water on his face only marginally helped, but it was enough to calm the panic still aching in his chest. A few deep breaths later, he opened the door and went to let the kids know they could be free from time out.

Except both their doors were open and the two were playing quietly together in Blue’s room. He stood in the doorway and folded his arms across his chest.

“What are you two doing out of time out?” he asked, eyeing the both of them. The discoloration of a bruise was already starting to bloom around Blue’s left eye.

“You were in the bathroom crying for a long time,” Blue said sadly. “Are you okay?”

Stars, he was going to miss that kid.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Are you both going to be good now or do I need to separate you again?”

This time it was Red who answered. “we’re being good. i even said i was sorry.”

Well, that was something, at least. “Good. I’m going to start dinner.” Hopefully he’d have enough time to at least enjoy it with the family.

Learning to cook had been an experience Edge would never forget. He loved being able to craft tasty dinners and treats, and having a stocked kitchen like he did here made it easy to decide on something to make. At least, most of the time. Now, as Edge surveyed the cupboards, he couldn’t think of a single thing. Nothing seemed good enough. The kids, and probably Rus, would go for something simple like chili dogs or chicken strips, but if this was going to be the last real dinner Red was going to have for a while, Edge wanted to make it count.

He still hadn’t been able to decide on anything by the time the door opened. Edge closed his eyes and gripped the side of the counter behind him to keep his balance as Blue shrieked in joy and went running down the hall.

“Daddy!” he cried, just like every day when Gaster and Rus got home, and Edge could imagine Gaster scooping him up just like always.

“Hello, there!” Gaster’s voice called out happily. “How are--oh my! What happened to your socket?”

“Red threw a toy at me.”

Edge hurried out to the living room to try to explain.

Gaster looked up at him, concern on his scarred features. “Hello, Edge,” he said calmly.

“It was my fault,” Edge admitted. “I wasn’t watching them as carefully as I should have. I promise you, Red has been punished.” He wouldn’t say that all he’d gotten was time out. He swallowed, suddenly hoping neither Gaster nor Rus would ask.

Red peeked around the corner, and Edge’s soul hurt at the expression on his tiny face. He had hoped and prayed so many times that Red wouldn’t remember what they’d been through before living on the streets, but that expression told him otherwise. Even if he didn’t remember specifics, he knew enough.

“i said i was sorry,” Red said softly, more a confession than a defiant statement.

To Edge’s surprise, Rus went over and kneeled down by Red. “of course you’re sorry, buddy. we don’t mean to hurt our friends, but sometimes we get cranky and it happens, right?”

Red nodded and reached out with both arms, a silent request for a hug. Rus scooped him up and hugged him tightly.

“are you okay?” Rus asked, bouncing Red lightly in his arms.

Red nodded, and the urge to pull him out of Rus’ arms was nearly overwhelming. Edge forced himself to stay where he was.

“And you?” Gaster asked, looking at Edge. “Are you okay?”

Him? “I--”

“He cried for a long time,” Blue said sadly. “But I couldn’t hug him because the door was locked.”

Edge swallowed thickly, his cheekbones heating up.

“Which door was locked?” Gaster asked curiously, an undertone of something perhaps more serious.

“The bathroom,” Blue replied. “He was in the bathroom.”

Tattletale.

Edge sucked in a breath and let it out slowly. He had to clear his throat before he could speak. “They weren’t alone for too long, Sir--I mean, Gaster.”

In truth, Edge had no idea how long they were alone. Probably more than an hour, which was entirely too long.

Gaster bent to put Blue down and then settled a hand on Rus’ shoulder. “Will you take the little ones to play for a moment? I’d like to have a word with Edge.”

Rus must have agreed because he coaxed the kids down the hall with promises of the best blanket fort in the world.

“Edge? Come sit down with me.”

Gaster didn’t touch him, not exactly. He reached out and almost set a hand on his shoulder like he did with his own son, stopping just before making contact. Edge only nodded and went with him to the living room. He knew what was going to happen next, and while he wasn’t prepared, he knew it was inevitable. It had been from the beginning.

They sat on the couch together, Gaster folding his hands in his lap.

“First and foremost, I want to assure you that I understand how you feel. Maybe not exactly, but close enough. I understand that bad days happen, especially when children are cranky. I can tell from Blue’s eyes that he didn’t nap today, and I’d say from what I saw of Red’s face that it was the same with him?”

Edge nodded, his gaze kept firmly on his knees.

“You’ve handled them so well, Edge, that I have no doubts you handled the situation today with care and love.”

That time Edge shook his head. He had to be honest. “No, I didn’t. They were alone in the bedroom and I didn’t even get up to check on them until they started arguing.”

“Why is that a bad thing?” Gaster asked.

Edge looked at him then, a little surprised. “Because I know how Red is. He’s got a temper when he’s well-rested, and today he was not.”

But Gaster smiled. “You’re right, he does have a temper. But that doesn’t mean you have to be there every moment to stop him from lashing out. What he needs is to learn that his actions have consequences and to understand that only he can control his anger.”

“But Blue--”

“Got hurt. Yes, he did, but that’s not your fault either. Not entirely. What I’m saying, Edge, is that I’m not going to kick you out or ask you to leave. Red needs a stable environment to learn how to control his temper, and you need a safe place to help teach him.”

Edge felt the tears begin to form in his sockets and tried to blink them away. He looked at Gaster for a moment before he could ask his next question.

“Why are you being so kind to us?”

Gaster smiled again, soft and comforting. “I know a thing or two about living on the streets, Edge. I never had a little brother to care for, though, and I can’t, in good conscience, let the two of you go back to that life.”

Edge nodded slowly, trying to wrap his mind around this new perspective. He and Red weren’t going to be homeless again. He sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“I didn’t start dinner,” he finally said.

“Well, that’s a different story then, isn’t it?” Gaster said, a tease in his voice. “I suppose punishment will have to be cooking with me.”

“Oh no,” Edge deadpanned, “please, not that.”

He couldn’t hide a smile in the face of Gaster’s laughter, and together they went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

#my writing #older brother edge #teenage edge #teenage rus #good guy gaster #dadster #hurt/comfort #panic attacks

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queenofcats17 · 5 years ago

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Sammy Gets A Fish Boyfriend

@lt-lemonade did this cool Mermaid AU picture and I wanted to write it.

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Sammy wasn’t a huge fan of fishing.

Alright, maybe that wasn’t fair. He did like fishing. Just not for his dinner or anything. He enjoyed sitting out on the water in his boat, just him and the waves. He didn’t care if he caught any fish. It was enough to just be alone in the silence. He didn’t much care for cleaning and gutting fish either. It was far too messy for him. Susie always teased him about that.

“Why do you go out there if you don’t want to catch fish?” She often asked while poking his cheek. “Seems kind of pointless to me.”

“Give him a break,” Jack would then say. “Peace is hard to find.”

Times like those, Sammy wondered why he hadn’t gotten a house of his own. Then again, he did enjoy sharing a home with Jack and Susie. It certainly made paying rent easier when it was split three ways. Chores were easier too. But that was beside the point.

In any case, fishing served as an escape for him. And what he was escaping today was Susie’s continued attempts to matchmake him. The two had dated for a time before both realizing they were gay and mutually breaking up. Susie had found herself a girlfriend, Allison, but Sammy remained alone. Susie, ever a bit of a worrywart, was concerned. Sammy had a tendency to isolate himself and he didn’t have many friends. So, she’d recently begun trying to set him up with various men in an attempt to get him a boyfriend.

Sammy appreciated the thought, but if he was going to get a boyfriend he wanted to do it himself. Most of the men hadn’t exactly been winners either. Susie had set up another date that day and Sammy had snuck off as quickly and quietly as he could. He was planning on telling Susie that he wanted her to stop this matchmaking, which he previously hadn’t because he’d been afraid of hurting her feelings. He needed to get up the courage to do it as well.

So that was why he was out in his boat, his rod in the water and his banjo at his side. It was blessedly quiet, the only sounds around him the screech of the seagulls and the gentle lap of the waves. Sammy tapped his foot against the bottom of the boat as a song surfaced in his mind. It was a song from the record Susie had gotten him for his birthday. He hummed to himself a bit, his head bobbing from side to side as he listened to the music in his head. Eventually, he set his rod aside, picking up his banjo and plucking out the tune while the words spilled from his lips.

He quickly lost himself in the song, oblivious to everything but himself and the music. These were the moments he lived for.

Suddenly, a voice broke him from his reverie.

“You sing good!”

Sammy shrieked, dropping his banjo and almost capsizing the boat. His head whipped around as he tried to locate the source of the voice. It didn’t take him long to find it.

A guy was leaning on the right side of his boat. He was pale-skinned and freckled, with long and luxuriously wavy ginger hair. The guy wasn’t wearing a shirt and had wet hair plastered against his face, so Sammy initially assumed he’d somehow attracted the attention of a swimmer. Until he noticed the strange fins coming off the man’s face and arms and the red and green spots that were absolutely a part of the man’s skin. Then the man swept his hair out of his eyes, revealing they were abnormally large for a human and the most beautiful shade of green Sammy had ever seen.

“Uh...hi?” Sammy said slowly, trying to fight the blush rising on his cheeks.

“Hi!” The man gave him a big smile, revealing a row of very sharp teeth. Sammy internally began to scream. This was a merman. He was talking to a merman. He was talking to an honest to goodness merman.

Oh gods, the merman had told him he sang well. The merman had told him he sang well and was now watching him with the cutest little puppy dog smile.

“It’s, um, it’s ‘you sing well’.” Sammy awkwardly cleared his throat. “What you meant to say is, ‘you sing well’.”

“Well, you sing well then!” The merman said, slapping his tail against the water in an adorably happy manner.

“Thank you.” Sammy smiled politely at him. “It’s nice to know my music is appreciated.” He awkwardly put his banjo aside, turning to more fully face the strange man. “My name is Sammy Lawrence. What’s your name?”

“Wally Franks.” The merman stuck his hand out to Sammy, revealing that he had webbing in between his fingers. “It’s nice to meet you, Sammy.”

“It’s nice to meet you as well.” Sammy shook his hand, finding it surprisingly warm if a bit slimy.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you around before,” Sammy said after he withdrew his hand. “Do you live here?”

“Oh, I’ve been around,” Wally answered, shrugging slightly. “I’m just not supposed to show myself to humans for safety.”

“Like you’re doing now?” Sammy stifled a giggle.

“.....Oh.” Wally’s face fell as he realized what exactly he was doing. “....Fuck.”

Sammy bit his lip. Oh gods, this guy was cute. He looked like a disappointed puppy.

“I’m not going to hurt you if that’s what you're worried about.” Sammy tried to reassure him. “And I won’t tell anyone you’re here either.” He'd heard stories about people selling mermaids to traveling sideshows or vivisecting them, and he already knew that he absolutely did not want that to happen to Wally.

“Really?” Wally immediately perked up, his eyes sparkling hopefully.

“Really.” Sammy nodded. “I promise.”

“Thank you so much!” Wally practically launched himself into the boat to hug Sammy. Sammy was a bit startled by this, letting out a shout of surprise as he felt wet arms wrap around him in a rather strong hug. Wally may have looked scrawny, but he most certainly was not.

“Oh, sorry.” Wally laughed sheepishly as he pulled away. “Probably shouldn’t have done that. I just get a little carried away sometimes.”

“No, it’s alright. I didn’t mind.” Sammy gave him a reassuring smile. He could still feel the lingering warmth of Wally’s body pressed against his. His face felt uncomfortably warm. He needed to go home and try to sort his head out.

“Okay!” Wally smiled back at him, revealing his sharp teeth again.

“I, uh, I should get going.” Sammy awkwardly cleared his throat again.

“Can you come back?” Wally asked. “Later, I mean. I wanna hear you sing again!”

“Of course,” Sammy immediately replied.

“Awesome!” Wally gave him another hug, then jumped off the boat and disappeared into the water.

Sammy sat there for a moment or two, dumbfounded. It almost felt as though he’d dreamed the whole encounter. But the evidence was there. His clothes were damp where Wally had hugged him. The boat smelled faintly fishy. But not fishy in the way that fish smelled fishy. It was a different kind of fishy. It actually smelled....rather nice.

Sammy quickly shook his head. He needed to get home. Susie and Jack would be worried if he was gone for too long. He shifted in the boat, picking up the oars and beginning to row back. He thought he caught a glimpse of ginger hair and orange scales as he rowed back, which made his heart begin to speed up and him row faster.

“You were gone for quite a while,” Susie said when he returned. “Did you get caught up in playing again?” She was in the kitchen making soup. It was her day to cook, after all.

“Something like that,” Sammy mumbled, placing his banjo in its usual place in the corner of the living room. Jack, who was sitting on the couch, wrinkled his nose.

“It smells like you dropped a fish on yourself again,” he said.

“Oh, uh, yeah.” Sammy looked down at his damp clothes, still smelling of Wally. “I, uh, I caught a fish and it flopped all over me.”

“Let me guess, you didn’t happen to bring it home, did you?” Susie poked her head out of the kitchen, her lips pursed and her eyebrow raised.

“It got away.”

“I thought so.” Susie’s serious face broke and she was unable to keep a giggle from slipping out. “Why don’t you go take a shower? Dinner will be done soon.”

“Yeah, okay.” Sammy nodded, heading to go change and take a shower.

After that, Sammy started going out in his boat more and more frequently. Jack joked that Sammy had finally found a boyfriend, which always got a laugh out of Susie and made Sammy go beet red. It wasn’t too far from the truth. He was going out there to see Wally. He didn’t always see the merman, but more often than not Wally would find his way to Sammy’s boat, drawn in by the sound of the musician’s voice.

After a few months of meeting, Sammy brought Wally a present.

“What’s this?” Wally asked as Sammy handed him the object. It was a box, six inches wide and six inches tall, topped by the figure of a cartoon wolf playing the clarinet. There was a key on the back, the only part of the object that lacked the splotches of green rust.

“It’s a music box,” Sammy explained. “I found it an antique shop ages ago and a friend of mine helped me to fix it so that it will play again.” He’d tried to clean it as best he could, but the rust was too deep in some places to be removed.

He turned the shiny key on the back and the music began to play. The music was tinny and quiet, but beautiful all the same. Wally’s eyes widened, their green depths sparkling with wonder. Sammy smiled softly at Wally’s joy. That had been the reaction he’d been hoping for.

“You’re...giving this to me?” Wally asked when the music box finally fell silent.

“I am,” Sammy said. “I thought it’d be nice for you to have something to remind you of me.”

Wally looked slowly up at him. He looked on the verge of tears. For a moment, Sammy was worried. Had he been wrong? Did Wally not like it? Then Wally’s face split in that goofy grin that Sammy so adored.

“Thank you so much,” he said. “I love it!”

He launched himself into the boat again to hug Sammy.

“I’m glad.” Sammy laughed out of relief, patting Wally’s back. Wally’s skin felt different than a normal human’s. Smoother. It was like touching a dolphin. Not that Sammy knew what a dolphin felt like.

“I’m gonna find you a present,” Wally said when he pulled back.

“You don’t need to do that,” Sammy tried to insist, but Wally wasn’t about to hear it.

“No, you got me a really nice present, and now I’m gonna get you one,” he said. “It’s gonna be great!”

Then, before Sammy could say anything, he pressed a kiss to Sammy’s lips and jumped back out of the boat with the music box under his arm. Sammy sat there, just as stunned as the first time he’d met Wally.

Huh. Maybe Jack was right. Maybe he did have a boyfriend.

#bendy and the ink machine #fanfiction #mermaid au #wally franks #wally jasper franks #sammy lawrence #sammy x wally #wally x sammy #susie campbell #jack fain

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artificialqueens · 4 years ago

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Galactica, Chapter 4 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica

A/N: Thank you so much to anyone who’s liked or commented. You guys are awesome! We are attempting to post a chapter a week, so hopefully we can keep that up for awhile! Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫

Last Chapter: Violet’s living situation was about to improve, and she got to spend some quality time with Pearl.

This Chapter: Fame begins to doubt the new collection, and Violet finally gets into her new apartment--with some surprising new neighbors.

***

Fame groaned as she finally managed to open the front door to the Galactica floor after fumbling with her keycard for what felt like forever.

The floor was dark, but as Fame walked past the reception desk, the automatic light turned on.

There was no one there, all of the employees at home since it was barely past 7 am. Fame didn’t usually show up until after 9, having her mornings with Patrick and walking her dog herself an important part of starting her day right, but sometimes Fame preferred the quiet.

There was a certain peace in an empty office, and she desperately needed the peace.

She walked down the corridor, passing by the ever-expanding clothing racks that seemed to grow like cockroaches on the hallways, someone always working on something in one of the offices.

Fame was normally not one for contemplation, her heart always telling her where to go, but what she had seen of their own collection yesterday had left a strange sensation in the pit of her stomach.

She had been so happy when they had conceptualized it, had been so excited to see it go into production, but now that she had it, now that Trixie could present piece after piece of physical clothing, Fame had a nagging feeling that it was not good enough, not good enough at all.

She turned the corner and stopped when she saw that the light was on in her office and the front office where Violet resided.

As she walked closer, she saw Violet sitting at her desk, steam coming from a takeaway cup and Fame recognized the vanilla scent of her morning order. She had actually wondered how Violet always had a hot cup ready, and it seemed like the clever girl simply ordered multiples every single day.

Violet nibbled on an apple, her feet tucked underneath her as she tapped away on her keyboard, the printer spitting out a chunk of paper every once in a while.

Before Fame knew it, she had spent several minutes just standing there, observing Violet go about her workday before anyone else had even come in.

Just then, Violet looked up, almost dropping her apple when she saw Fame standing in the door. She jumped up from her chair, and Fame had to hide a smile when she saw that Violet was wearing sneakers with her Prada dress.

“Miss!” Violet maneuvered around her desk. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize you would be here this early.” Fame handed Violet her jacket, the other woman quickly hanging it up.

“Is there any news about my new assistant?” Fame took the coffee from the table. It wasn’t scalding hot like she preferred it, but she wasn’t inclined to wait while her assistant got her another one.

“Yes.” Violet nodded, grabbing a stack of papers from the printer, and Fame realized she had probably been printing resumes. “We should be ready to bring in some candidates by next Tuesday.”

“Good-” Fame held her hand out, taking the stack. “I expect you to pre-interview each and every one of them before I see them.” She wanted a competent assistant, and had no intention of suffering through the first round of the blubbering fools HR always seemed to think would be appropriate for her. “Remember, only perfection is acceptable.”

***

Violet’s eyes were resting on Raja and Fame in the rearview mirror. They were in a town car, Violet instantly climbing into the front with the driver. Violet never spoke unless she was spoken to, her presence in the car only required in case she would be needed.

It was fascinating to watch Raja and Fame interact. They had worked together for so long that it seemed like they knew each other inside and out. It was as if they shared a creative mind, and had an intimate understanding of exactly what the other one was talking about.

Normally, Violet would be listening in, imagining what her own professional life could maybe be one day, but today, however, Violet was thoroughly distracted.

She was so happy, so relieved, to be moving, that she could almost dance in her seat. Yesterday, when she had been sent the pictures of the vacant apartment, she’d nearly cried with joy. It was beautiful - a small but perfect one-bedroom with a sweet little kitchen, central air, sparkling new bathroom fixtures, and even a French balcony. It was so far beyond anything she’d imagined she might have for years and years.

The fact that she was going to be packing all night in order to be ready for the movers tomorrow at noon didn’t bother her in the slightest.

Burning bridges was something Violet was used to, and she couldn’t wait to set this one on fire

“Violet-” Fame’s voice broke through Violet’s daydream of the strongly-worded email she’d send to her landlord. “Violet, have you gone deaf?”

“No Miss. Sorry.”

“I need a pen.”

Violet reached into her bag, Fame acknowledging her only to take it, and then it was back to being invisible as Fame turned her attention to Raja.

This time, however, Violet couldn’t help but listen.

“I realize that you don’t agree-” Fame put the pen to the sketches she and Raja were looking at, “but don’t you think that the lines are too jarring?” Fame did a small correction, the emeralds on her fingers shining in the light. “And this color story, the more I look at it, the more I-”

Violet knew she wasn’t supposed to listen, but she reached into her bag, grabbing her phone, sending a quick left hand text to Trixie.

Fame worried abt collection dislikes colors v v weird vibe

It felt like going behind her boss’s back, but Violet knew Fame well enough to pick up on the note in her voice, in the furrow between her brows.

“Fame, darling,” Raja put a hand on Fame’s knee, her gold bangles clicking together, her tan skin standing out against the creamy white of Fame’s skirt. “You do this to yourself every time,” Raja soothed, her voice surprisingly soft. “It’s all beautiful. We’ll go back to the office, we’ll have a cup of tea, and you’ll see-”

“Don’t patronize me,” Fame snapped, pulling her knee away from Raja’s grasp.

“Don’t act crazy.” Raja rolled her eyes. “I hate to see you stress over something that will be magnificent.”

It seemed like Raja had completely forgotten that Violet was in the car, her ability to make herself invisible once again biting her in the ass since she was pretty sure she wasn’t supposed to see this display of affection.

“Bianca would agree that something isn’t right,” Fame huffed slightly, crossing her arms, and Violet stifled a tiny laugh.

Bianca Del Rio was editor-in-chief of Marie Claire, one of Fame and Raja’s dearest friends, and possibly the scariest person Violet had ever met. Anyone who thought Fame was too tough would probably just wither and die within 30 seconds of being around Bianca. What amused Violet was that her boss treated the infamous hard-ass like she was the sweetest, most adorable person in the universe.

“Well, Bianca doesn’t work here,” Raja countered, adding, “Thank god.” She leaned her head on her hand, a teasing glint in her eyes.

Fame pursed her lips, turning to look out the window, and Raja seemed to change tactics.

She slung an arm around Fame’s shoulder, her voice sugary sweet. “Why don’t you join us for dinner tonight?” Raja tugged on one of Fame’s golden earrings, the emeralds on it matching her ring. “Raven promised she wouldn’t cook.”

“Thanks,” Fame chuckled, “but no thanks. I promised Patrick I would pay him attention for the first time all week.”

“Fair enough,” Raja sat back up. “Have a nice night with your husband. Have a few drinks and forget that I exist over the weekend.” Raja smirked. “I have plans of my own anyway.”

***

Bianca rolled over as her phone buzzed on the nightstand, reaching over Derrick’s sleeping form to answer it. The fact that she was still awake, obsessing over the new printing contracts, didn’t change the fact that it was far too late (or too early) for any rational person to be calling.

There were only two people it might be, and she prayed that it wasn’t Adore, because she was not in the mood for whatever shenanigans her baby sister might have gotten herself into this time. Glancing at the screen, she let out a sigh of half relief, half irritation when she saw that it was Fame. And worse, she was FaceTiming.

“Hey Blondie. What’s wrong?” Bianca answered, voice hoarse.

“Why would something be wrong?” asked Fame, blue-gray eyes widening innocently.

“Well, it’s 3 am. So if nothing’s wrong, I’m gonna hang up and we can resume when the sun comes up…”

“Wait!” Fame said, then furrowed her brow, asking, “Who’s that?”

Bianca glanced at the tousled blonde head beside her.

“That’s Derrick.”

“Uh huh, and why haven’t I met her?”

“We’re not at that point yet,” Bianca told her, tilting the phone down and lifting the covers. “But if you really want, you can meet her ass.”

Bianca moved the phone closer, flash lighting up Derrick’s ass in a pair of boy-cut red panties.

“Bianca!” Derrick shrieked, slapping her hand away. “What the fuck?!”

“Nevermind, her ass isn’t in the mood.”

“Really, Bianca,” Fame clucked. “That poor girl.”

“Ugh!” Derrick moved over, unamused, putting a pillow over her head to block out the noise.

“So, blondie...you gonna tell me what this is about? Cause if not, I should really get to sleep. Rest my weary tongue.” Bianca grinned lasciviously at her, dimples deep in her cheeks.

After a moment, when she saw that Fame was neither laughing nor giving her a disapproving pout, she sat up, rubbing her eyes.

“Seriously, Fame. Are you okay?” she asked, voice a bit softer.

“Yeah...I’m…” Fame sighed slightly, leaning her head on the arm of the sofa. “I just feel a bit...unsettled.”

“Unsettled about what?” Bianca asked. “Would this by any chance have to do with Fashion Week coming up?”

“Of course,” Fame said with a slight chuckle. “I should be feeling great. I mean, we’re ahead of schedule, for once, and everyone seems to love the direction, but I just...it feels a bit off.”

“What does Raja think?”

“Raja loves it the most, she thinks I’m crazy.”

“Well. You are. But you also have spot-on creative instincts, so maybe this is a time to trust yourself?” Bianca said.

“Mmmh.”

“Okay how’s this...tomorrow morning, once I get rid of Derrick here, I’ll pick up a couple bottles of Veuve and some fresh-squeezed orange juice, head over to your place, and we can spend the whole morning drinking mimosas and ripping the collection to shreds. What do you say?”

“Do I really have to wait until the morning?”

“Fraid so, blondie. Liquor stores are closed right now,” Bianca laughed.

“Well then, I say, great plan.”

“Perfect. So now can I fuckin’ sleep?” Bianca asked, an affectionate smile on her face.

Fame smiled back, nodding.

“Thank you, B.”

“Anytime.”

***

As Violet closed the door behind her, she couldn’t help but leave out a giant sigh of relief.

The movers had finished in record time, everything going smoother than she had dared to imagine, though she knew a big part of the seamless move was due to her barely owning any furniture.

Violet had never bothered to buy a bedframe for her last apartment, not that there would have been any space for it in the room she had rented anyway, so all she owned was a twin mattress, a sewing table that sometimes served as a desk and a single chair.

What did take up Violet’s space was all of her sewing equipment. The overlocker and sewing machine, who had been her trusted college companions, were sitting on top of her table while her embroidery frame and her mannequins were lying in a pile besides the big garbage bags she used to store her leftover fabric.

The apartment had a miniature walk-in closet, and Violet couldn’t wait to hang up her clothes, two racks holding all of her pieces.

Violet fished her work phone out of her bag. She unlocked it, the empty screen causing her to bite her lip. Violet would never prefer to be interrupted during the weekend, but there wasn’t a single text, voice memo or email from Fame. It was strange however, when taken into consideration how anxious she’d seemed the day before, and while Violet had no hard facts to lean against, she was still bracing for a storm.

Violet was pulled out of her thoughts by three hard, quick knocks on her door. She wasn’t expecting anyone, so she opened it curiously to find a grinning Katya and mischievous looking Max, holding a basket full of tea, candles and a pastry Violet couldn’t place, the small cakes glistening with honey.

“Welcome to the building!” Katya exclaimed, flashing those blindingly white teeth.

“We’re so happy to have you join us,” Max added kindly, holding out the large basket.

“Umh…” Violet took the basket, too unsure to decide what leg she should stand on. “Hello?”

“Can we come in?” Katya smiled, holding up a flask. “I brought tea!”

“Oh, sure, but I don’t-” Violet wanted to say that she didn’t have a seat for them, but Katya was already making her way inside, Max following right behind her.

“Trixie would have come too, but he’s a bit in the weeds at the moment.” Katya put her thermos down on Violet’s kitchen counter, apparently not fazed at all by the lack of furniture as she pulled paper cups out of her bag, “tearing his hair out coming up with new ideas in case you’re right about Fame’s freak-out.”

“Shit-” Violet froze. She had only meant for the text to be helpful, to sooth her own anxiety over the look she had seen on Fame’s face. “I hope I didn’t-”

“No no, don’t worry.” Katya smiled, taking the basket back and putting that on the table too. “He’d much rather freak out now than when Fashion Week is closer.” Katya put one of the cakes on a little napkin she had pulled up from somewhere. “Medovik? Max?”

“Yes please.” Max smiled, taking the napkin Katya offered.

“Violet?”

“Thank you.” Violet took it, knowing for sure that she wasn’t going to eat all of it, her stomach too tight with worry about Trixie. She bit into it, the taste of honey exploding in her mouth. They all ate together, Katya chatting away while Max walked over to the rack beside her sewing table.

“What’s that?” Max pointed with a finger at a half-open garment bag.

“That?” Violet felt a warm glow spread in her body. “It’s my graduation project.” Violet put down her napkin, a giant smile on her face as she walked over. “Do you want to see it?” Violet touched the bag, the grey plastic crinkling between her fingers.

“Yes please!” Katya smiled brightly, Max nodding excitedly.

Violet pulled the dress out, a whoosh of excitement rushing through her. The dress was a floor length see-through gown, dripping in violet jewels, the glittering pieces covering the breasts and pouring out in an elegant waterfall down the skirt.

“Oh god, it’s gorgeous!” Katya clapped, and Violet nodded.

“I went for a bit of a neo-Victorian take.” Violet touched the shoulders and hips that were jutting out, both supported by beige boning. “I realised it might seem derivative to use violet, but it’s one of my favorite colors-”

“With good reason.” Max had stood up, the man now at Violet’s side as he reached out, gently touching the skirt.

“I can’t believe you made this.” Katya had joined them as well, the two of them standing side by side.

“I wanted to use real amethysts,” Violet supported the fabric, catching the setting sun in the stones, “but I didn’t have the budget. It was a pain in the ass to stitch all that plastic on.”

“Wait, you did this yourself?” Katya looked shocked. “It’s not prejeweled?”

Violet wanted to snort, or at least huff, the idea that she’d ever use prejeweled fabric actually kind of insulting.

“That must have taken weeks.”

“Believe me, it did.

“Wow.” Katya smiled. “That’s really dedicated. Fame sure is lucky to have you!”

***

“Shit-” Violet muttered under her breath as she tried to grab her keys. She could feel plastic dig into her elbow, her grocery bag heavy with all the things she had purchased.

She had only meant to get some rolled oats and a few emergency boxes of instant mashed potatoes, but when she had actually entered the store, Violet had made the realization that for the first time in her adult life, she had a kitchen that was entirely her own.

“I got it!” Violet heard the beep of the door opening as someone behind her swiped their key fob. She glanced over her shoulder to say thank you, only to bump into the last person she had ever expected to see on an early Sunday morning.

Pearl Liaison was standing right behind her, a surprised expression on her face that probably mirrored Violet’s own.

Pearl was wearing what was clearly last night’s outfit, her blonde hair collected in a braid down her back, the snow white globes of her small breasts boosted by a black corset.

Violet was frozen in place, shocked, as Pearl moved closer to her, an arm snaking over her shoulder.

“Hey Vivi.”

Was this real life? Was Pearl about to kiss her? Violet swore she could feel Pearl’s breasts against her own, their bodies touching.

But instead of a kiss, the blonde grabbed the door handle and pushed, tossing Violet an airy smile and gesturing for her to enter.

“Ladies first,” she said.

Still stunned, Violet let out an embarrassed scoff, saying, “You’re a lady, too.”

“Debatable,” Pearl replied with a grin, following her into the lobby. “So…I wondered if you’d be joining us here. When did you move in?”

“Yesterday.” Violet bit her lip.

“Ah. Awesome.” Pearl smirked. Violet swore she could feel Pearl’s eyes on her body, the woman smelling of tequila and cigarettes, the scent of sex lingering just underneath.

She lowered her eyes as Pearl brushed by her to climb the stairs, needing a moment to catch her breath. She tried to keep it together as last night’s skirt clung to Pearl’s ass. Before she disappeared around the corner, Pearl turned back to give Violet another cheeky grin.

“See you around, pumpkin.”

#rpdr fanfiction #thedane #veronica #galactica #lesbian au #fashion au #pearlet #violet chachki #miss fame #raja gemini #bianca del rio #katya zamolodchikova #max malanaphy #pearl liaison

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undercoverwizardfanfiction · 4 years ago

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ROTTMNT FANTASY AU

Mud is Thicker the Blood (1)

Sick Day

Summary:Compilation of Donnie growing up being raised by his adopted family the Mud Dogs

He had been feeling fine that morning, but thankfully he has a family to take care of him

Gift for: @void-inked-pen birthday

Characters: Donnie, Loathsome Leonard, Malicious Mickey, Dastardly Danny, April O’Neil, Myrah

Pairings: You’re in luck! all the pairings for this fic are just past this door *gestures to wall that has a badly painted door under it and the laundry basket above it that’s suppose to be some sort of trap*

yes this is the same story twice. but this one shows up in the tags so it stays

“What is this supposed to be?”

“Are they supposed to be…” Mickey pokes it with his flipper, “rocks?”

“How about we spare my kid this time? He’ll never hit his height goals if he eats this.”

“Dad, Dad, I'm fine I just didn’t sleep well. I had a bad dream again.”

“Why didn’t you come get me? You could have slept in my bed.”

“You got home late last night, I didn’t want to wake you,” Don says, still trying to twist his head away from Len’s hand.

“Is it still ok to go tutor April today? Please? I’ve been cooped up here all winter.”

“Yeah but honestly it could have been the breakfast,” Mickey says, picking up a disc, “I even felt sick when I saw it.”

Len and Mickey both raise their hands with a grin.

(#)(#)\/(#)(#)

“Donnie?”

“Yeah, your name, like five times.” His oldest friend peers at him from over her glasses. “Are you sure you’re feeling ok?”

“If you ever convince your Dad to let you go to school, my Alchemy teacher would cry tears of joy. Again.” She pauses “They cry a lot.”

April was already out of her seat. “Coming Mom!” she calls hurrying for the door. “Don’t do my homework Dee!” she calls behind him.

Of course before he could even launch his venture his Dad had found out and outright forbade it.

It’s the last thing he feels before he blacks out

(#)#(#)

Danny’s ‘calm bad boy’ dis option went out the window (which was also broken because of a wayward flying crepelle). “Who the hell raised you to be a snitch?!” the rat hisses.

“You did!! I learned it from watching you!”

The rat opens his mouth to argue before thinking. “Ok fine but I always taught you to get paid first.”

“I need you to come get Doniel, he has a fever and passed out while tutoring April.”

Len felt as though a cold chill had passed through his body, it was the only reason he hesitated. “Y-yeah just give me a sec.” He ducks back into the house, where Danny is already waiting.

”Len what’s-“

“Ah-shouldn’t we put in him some ice?”

“No, the last time we tried that he almost went into shock before I stepped in. He’s a turtle, he can’t handle it.”

“Is he ok?”

“Hey baby boy,” Len sits up on the edge of his bed. “How are you feeling?”

“Like someone tried to kill me with one of Uncle Danny’s devil pancakes.” He barely has enough wind to finish his sentence before he has to gasp for air. “Will you sit with me please?”

“I know you didn’t, you’re not a good liar remember?” Len lowers his cheek onto his scalp. “You get that from your Uncle Mickey.”

“And you?”

“Nah, I’m a great liar,” he smirks down at Donnie, “I’m not going to teach you how to lie though until you turn eighteen,” he pauses, “Hundred.”

#rottmnt fantasy au #rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #donnie #fantasy au #loathsome leonard #malicious mickey #dastardly danny #tmnt #teenage mutant ninaj turtles

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worldoftannies · 5 years ago

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Studio Surprise - Hoseok drabble

Prompt: Opening The First Door Of The Advent Calendar (by @writerofbts)

Pairing: Hoseok x reader

Genre: Fluff, marriage au

Word count: 1122

Summary: Hoseok and Y/n have been married for a year. He’s just got back from tour, ready to celebrate christmas. Y/n, an interior designer by profession, designed his studio at their home.

A/N: It’s my first fic, so please read with caution. Please don’t repost /translate my work.

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It was 7 am in the morning when Hoseok began to stir, reaching out to cuddle you. Only to find your side of the bed empty, which was odd considering both of you sleep in on holidays. He had just finished the last leg of the tour two days ago, happy to be back in your arms. “Jagiya”, he calls out sleepily, while looking around the room. When you didn’t respond, he dragged himself out to bed to search for you.

“Jagiya come back to bed”, he calls out again, ducking his head into your office and then the living room. A frown mars his pretty face as he continues wandering through the house. Mickey rushes over barking happily at his owner, Hoseok bends down to pet him and asks, “Have you seen y/n pup?” Mickey continues to bark, skipping towards Hoseok’s studio. “Slow down puppy” Hoseok says, following the dog. His studio was still being built since he had spent the last 6 months on tour, so it puzzled him to hear you humming behind the door. “Jagiya, what are you doing in there?” he asks after knocking on the door. A short screech is heard before you pull the door just enough to stick your head out. “Hobi, what are you doing up baby?” you ask breathlessly, trying to look as calm as possible.

“You weren’t in bed, come on, let’s go back to sleep” he whines, pouting as he tries to open the door further. Your hands are quick, gently pushing him back as you shut the door. “Oppa, please don’t come inside. I haven’t finished preparing your surprise” your voice soft as he continued to pull you into his arms. “I don’t need a surprise, I just wanted cuddle with you. Come on” he whines again, pressing a kiss against your shoulder. “Oppa, just 30 mins and then I’m all yours”, you promise with a teasing glint in your eyes. He doesn’t say anything, just nods, softly kissing your forehead before heading to the kitchen. He’s up anyway, so why not make breakfast for the two of you.

That’s where you find him once you’re done setting up your surprise, humming softly while making pancakes. You wrap your arms around his waist, giggling as he jumps in surprise. “God you’re so silent, don’t do such things jagiya, you know I get scared”, he grumbles before switching off the stove. “Come on scaredy-cat, time for your surprise” you say, dragging him to the studio.

“Wait” you shriek just before he opens the door. Jungkook would have your head if you didn’t record his reaction. The poor boy had come here early in the morning, just to set up the camera, cribbing about how you never get the angles correct. You were more than happy to indulge his whim, since he and the rest of the boys had been a big help to you. They kept Hoseok busy when you spent hours designing the studio. They even went as far to contribute their own little gifts for his Christmas advent. The least you could do is get a good recording of Hobi’s reaction. Both your parents knew of your plan, sent in their gifts and visited the studio the previous day. Their approval along with the boys had eased your nerves a bit. You turn on the camera, taking one final look at the room before throwing the door open to Hobi.

His confused expression soon turned to one of awe as he took in his studio. He had bounced off ideas with you but hadn’t been able to pick one. To see you merge all of them together and create this, almost brought tears to his eyes. His equipment had been arranged just the way he liked it, one wall covered in Polaroids, another with a series of shelves and finally one blank one for him to decorate. He walks closer to the shelves, noticing a different painting on each one. He gasps when he realises you had painted their memories and everything special to them. You stood silently watching his reactions, fiddling with the hem of his hoodie. “Whoa”, he finally breathes out, pulling you into his arms. “Thank you so much baby, this is the best gift I could ask for after you of course,” he finishes cheekily. You stood up on your tiptoes to kiss him in response.

“Go find and open the first drawer love” you say softly pushing him towards the wall of shelves. His eyes skim the little post-its to find the right number, shouting in joy once he finds the right one. He pulls it open to find 3 little bags, each of a different color. “The green one is from our family, the purple one is from the boys and the red one is from me” you explain, a small smile playing on your lips. “I put it in this cause you always complained about the lack of shelves. Once Christmas is over, we’ll remove them and put all your stuff in it” you stop, looking at the tears welling in his eyes. “Did he not like it?” is the first thought that crosses your mind. You can feel the panic increase as a tear trails down his cheek.

“Baby, you didn’t have to do all this” he sobs out as you breathe in relief. “Christmas is special oppa, especially since it’s our first after marriage. Plus our anniversary is coming up soon, consider this a gift for all of it. It’s hardly anything compared to what you’ve done for me.” your voice is soothing as you wipe his tears away and hug him tightly. He pulls away, kissing you deeply, trying to show you all his love.

“Wait! I’ve made one for you too, let me get it” he says it so fast and runs out of the room. His gifts left in your hands as you chuckle at him. He returns just as quick and shyly pushes a wooden box into your hands, taking back his gifts. “I know how special Christmas is for you jagiya, so I had the boys help me and make this during tour. I promise to take you to all the places these are from, next year.” his strong voice was betrayed by the slight shake in his hands. Your smile widens noticing he was as nervous as you were. “It’s beautiful, thank you baby” your voice filled with awe as you admire the detailing on the box. “We’ll open them together?” you ask, plopping down on the couch. He doesn’t say anything, just gives you a sweet smile and pulls you onto his lap. “Now we can” he mummers, nuzzling into your neck.

#bts imagines #bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts jhope #hoseok x reader #hoseok x you #bts jhope x reader #bts scenarios #bts one shot #hoseok fanfic #jung hoseok #kpop fanfic #bts fanfiction #hoseok one shot #hoseok imagine

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smolstrawberrychara · 5 years ago

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October Klance Prompts - 19/10 - Jack O’Lanterns

Two idiots get their heads stuck in pumpkins 🎃

Now available on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21071726/chapters/50222384#workskin

The lights were low on the castle ship, Pidge having messed around with the circuits until she could produce a red glow. Lance had asked for golden, something ambient like candlelight, but she decided red was more halloween-y, being the colour of blood and all. Lance suspected she had actually been trying for orange and couldn’t succeed. No matter! The castleship wasn’t glaringly white like usual, and Lance had other things to worry about, like laying down blankets in order to keep it that way, so her shortcoming was forgiven.

As he laid out the final blanket, plonking a set of knives and pens in the middle, a shout came from the hallway.

“I’ve got the pumpkins!” Hunk called, and a second later a pile of oversized pumpkins on two legs rounded the corner, the topmost one rolling to the floor.

“What the-?” Lance began, but another pile followed, and when this one talked it sounded rather like a small green paladin.

“Not pumpkins.” The pile announced, “they’re fruit from some planet Coran knows the name of. Don’t ask him.”

“Sounds like you speak from experience.” Shiro commented, walking in after with a single alien pumpkin tucked against his stomach.

Pidge didn’t answer, just sighed very deeply. Lance didn’t pay them mind, homing in on the one pumpkin that had slipped away. It was huge! Bigger than a fishbowl. And heavy too, as Lance found out lifting it up to his eyes.

“I could fit my head in this!” Lance cried, awestruck. This was going to make one hell of a jack o’lantern.

Then a single syllabled laugh killed the mood. Lance jolted, nearly crushing the space fruit in his palms as he spun around. Keith leaned against the door frame, raising his eyebrows at the display in front of him. Lance scoffed. God forbid he come all the way into the room and actually have some fun.

“Something to say, Keith?” He hissed. Lance was vaguely aware of the rest of the group setting out pumpkins and knives with a quiet kind of resignation behind him but paid it no mind. It seemed even Shiro had stopped bothering to interrupt their arguing these days. Lance was glad. Someone had to tell Keith killing joy wasn’t a full-time job.

“No.” The boy in question replied, kicking one leg over the other as he settled into his infuriating lean, “just found it funny that you think you can fit your head inside a vegetable.”

“Fruit!” Someone called behind them, probably Pidge. Lance didn’t care, lifting up the fruit to shove it at Keith.

“It’s huge.”

Keith shrugged. He had the awful twitch in his lip that led to a smirk and Lance felt his blood boil.

“So’s your head.”

Lance’s last thread of patience snapped.

“MY HEAD? MINE? Coming from Mr I’ll-stand-in-the-corner-acting-all-superior-every-time-the-team-has-an-ounce-of-fun-cause-I’m-too-good-for them-massive-head. Shut up! It wouldn’t fit over your head!”

“Oh, it would.”

“You wanna try?”

“Bring it.”

Keith stamped across the room and Lance scrambled to follow. Hunk heaved out a weak “guy’s...” but it wasn’t about to stop them. Keith had already stabbed his knife into his pumpkin as Lance dropped to the floor.

It didn’t have to be perfect, Lance decided as he grabbed the knife out of Pidge’s hand, it just had to be done. The girl yelped, but Lance was already plunging the metal through the peel, sawing like his life depended on it.

The fruit was softer than a real pumpkin, so cutting was easy and Lance got a clean circle in no time. But the insides, that’s where Lance took pause. There were no stringy fibres. Instead, the fruit was filled with fish eggs - or rather seeds that looked like fish eggs. And in his haste Lance had already thrown his hand in only to be stopped when the jelly-like beads began oozing and popping between his fingers.

Hunk retched beside him.

“That is so gross.” Pidge commented and Lance turned to her, finding her hands still clean, barely a scratch on her pumpkin.

“Uh huh,” Lance squeaked, glaring at her, “you’re not the one freaking touching it.”

“You giving up?” Keith called and Lance crushed his hand into the goo.

“No! I’m just getting started.”

Then he thrust a second hand into the pumpkin, bits of fruit spewing out like sick and started clearing in earnest, digging like a dog with a new bone. In seconds the pot was empty.

“Hah!” He shouted, shoving the thing over his head without a second thought. It caught painfully on his ears but he forgot near instantly as his world became orange and he whooped in delight.

“Shove it Keith! I got it on!”

“I did too, idiot.”

“Well I did it first!”

“How could you tell, your face was deep in pumpkin?”

“Oh, I could tell!”

Lance leapt onto his feet. He was about to throw his new helmet away and have a proper yelling match when he stumbled instead landing in sticky fruit entrails. The helmet was still firmly on.

“What the hell!?”

Regaining his footing he tried pushing it off again, clanking his teeth together when his chin smacked up. The helmet stayed on.

“Oh god.”

He scraped at the bottom, craning his neck with increasing panic.

“Oh no, no no no noooo. Help!”

Lance started stumbling across the room, knocking into another person who was hissing out a series of curses.

“Guys!” Lance cried. His ears were burning now, skin covered in sweat. Helmet still on. “I’m stuck!”

“No shit.”

Lance whirled around in the general direction of Pidge’s comment. “Help me!”

“Oh no you dug your own grave here.”

“What!?”

“Guys, seriously.” It was Keith now. A stern command, heavily muffled. “Get this off me now.”

“Nope!” Pidge announced, popping the ‘p’. There was the distinct sound of gleeful skipping.

“Shiro!” Keith pleaded.

Lance tried to look helpless, aiming in the direction he guessed Shiro was in.

“Oh no, I’m with Pidge. This is your mess.”

“But-”

“Hey, if you’d thought through your actions instead of rushing into ridiculous competition, you wouldn’t be here.” Shiro said with ringing finality.

Keith was clearly taking this lying down, letting out a pathetic growl, but Lance was determined.

“No way!” He cried, talking over Keith’s feeble attempts at reasoning. “You can’t leave us like this!”

“Oh, we can.” Pidge gleamed. She was gaining far too much joy in this as she cackled, sounding much further away than before.

“Wait you’re not leaving are you!?”

There was a sharp very Shiro-like cough. “It’s for your own good.”

“But!” Lance thought frantically for some excuses. “We’ll run out of air! I can’t breathe! Shiro I’m suffocating! Shiro!”

A hand came down on Lance’s shoulder and he jumped away.

“Relax,” Hunk cooed. It had incredible effect as Lance did relax, not only letting Hunk replace his hand but leaning into it.

“Thanks Hunk.”

“No probs bud. Stay still a tick?”

Lance nodded before turning statue. There was a popping sound and a slit of light poked through the orange ceiling around him. Lance couldn’t help grin. Hunk always had his back. Then something else poked through the gap - a small tube of sorts.

“So you can breathe.” Hunk commented, slapping Lance’s back and sliding off.

“Wait what!?”

There was a puncture sound from further off, Hunk piercing Keith’s headpiece too like a carton of juice.

“Sorry bud. We are leaving you a knife though.”

“Oh great! How thoughtful!” Lance soured, sinking into his hip and throwing out his palm. The knife didn’t get placed in it.

Instead, Pidge’s voice echoed once again. “He didn’t say he’d give it to you.”

“What!?” Lance shrieked, in a panic once again, “I don’t want knife boy stabbing me like this!”

“You want to be stabbed some other way?” Keith growled, much closer than before, “‘cause I’ll wait.”

“I don’t want to be stabbed at all! Especially not by you.”

“Guys.” Hunk huffed, and suddenly there was a sharp pain to the right side of Lance’s head. It seemed as if Hunk had literally banged their heads together and Keith made a grunt similar to Lance’s as they suffered through the resulting tremors.

“Sort yourselves out. I’m leaving the knife on the shelf where no-one can get hurt. Either find a way to help each other out or get the knife without killing each other. You’re choice.”

There was the sound of feet swivelling on tiles, and then footsteps - quick and purposeful. Lance made a few final pleas, but they were all met with dead silence.

“Keith?” He finally called.

“Yeah?”

“This is your fault.”

The ensuing argument lasted a good half an hour and consisted mostly of “no it’s not” and “yes it is”. By the end of it Lance found himself sat against the wall, foot drumming relentlessly against the floor as an aura of bitterness surrounded him.

“You know if you’d just come into the room earlier none of this would have happened.”

Keith scoffed. He hadn’t even strayed that far from Lance, but still had the confidence of a man standing outside of swinging room. Lance was fuming.

“What, you think I’m wrong? You spend all day standing around in doorways wearing condescending looks and giving out stupid comments.”

“I do training!”

“Oh I’m sorry!” Lance cried, irritation burning in his veins “Let me start over, when you’re not killing yourself in the training room you’re out here watching all of us like some kind of guardian demon.”

Keith threw back just as much anger back. “Well, what do you expect me to do when you’re all hanging out together in one room!?”

“Uh, come in!”

It was pretty damn obvious as far as Lance was concerned.

“Whatever.” Keith murmured as if that would end the conversation. It only spurred Lance on.

“No, come on! Tell me! Why d’you spend you’re whole day looking down on us all instead of joining in?”

“Don’t push me Lance,” Keith growled but the warning fell on deaf ears.

“Push you? Please, I’m pulling at teeth here just trying to get you to talk. You know how much of a difficult person you are Keith? Very. I just wanna know why you think so highly of yourself. Why it’s such a bother to be around us, why you can’t even bring yourself to play our games but how you’ll always hang around in the corner anyway because what? It’s so funny seeing the ants playing their little games. So silly how they actually wanna be friends. So-”

“YOU NEVER INVITE ME!”

Lance stopped in his tracks. Keith was still huffing with his outburst, and in the sudden quiet Lance could clearly hear the crumple of jacket as he crossed his arms and slid away against the wall.

“It doesn’t matter.” He murmured, but Lance felt strongly that it did. The room was quiet now, the thick kind where there was so much to be said that it spread through the room like invisible fog.

“You’re not a vampire you know.” Lance offered but it didn’t come out light like he’d hoped, more like a dig. Or at least that must have been what Keith thought if his resulting growl was anything to go by.

“Just leave me alone.”

“No!”

Lance rounded on the boy, throwing out his hands to catch him before he could get any further away. Lance had missed the mark, grabbing the front of his shirt and the shoulder of his jacket. But he’s stopped Keith, so with determination he slapped his hands again, hitting his head dead on. Lance was about to give his speech when stopped short.

“Holy-”

When he pushed at the sides of the fruit covering Keith’s face it’s curved reversed, bottom jutting out. He played a second, feeling the curve bounce in and out, concave, convex, concave, convex. It was almost like a toy, Lance fascinated by the strange physics, until he realised what it meant. A second later, Lance had yanked the pumpkin off Keith’s head and hastily followed with his own.

Lance gulped in fresh air. It was so clear, like a glass of water after a day full of squash. He blinked into the white light of the castle ship, wiping away the spots covering his vision until he could see the blankets bunched up in the centre of the room and the strange pumpkin goop laying like entrails across the floor. Lance laughed.

“We’re free!”

“Cool.”

It only took another second to remember what Lance had been doing and he instantly found Keith. The boy’s face was flushed with pink splotches, and he had it ducked towards the ground as he climbed to his feet. There was a frown, not his usual scowl, just an embarrassed, maybe even sad expression laying on his lips. For some reason it made Lance’s chest ache. He grabbed Keith’s hand.

“You’re not a vampire,” he insisted. Keith rolled his eyes but Lance was determined and gave his hand a sharp squeeze. “You don’t need to be invited.”

“It’s not that simple.” Keith mumbled. His hand was limp in Lance’s grip and he stared purposefully at the door. Lance let go.

“It is.” He said towards his lap. It felt futile. But then, Keith didn’t move.

Lance felt a bubble of hope in his tummy. So, he took a chance, standing up and blocking Keith’s gaze. “You’re always invited to hang out with us.”

Then he lowered his head, nerves spilling into his stomach like sparks.

“But if it will help,” he said, feeling the sparks bounce all the way down his arms, “I’ll make sure to ask.”

“Really?”

Lance took a pause. Keith’s eyes shine at the prospect, scared but lined with hope. Lance swallowed thickly, pretending not to notice the skip in his heartbeat. “Sure.”

“Thank you.”

Keith smiled now. The closest Lance had seen him get to a beam. It was closed mouth but sparkled in his eyes, cheeks round and still a little pink. Before it could go to his head, Lance spun around.

“You wanna go get revenge on the team?” He asked, eyeing up the gross innards of space pumpkin and finding a plan formulate in his mind.

“Oh yeah.” Keith replied.

#Klance fic #monthlyklance #klance #my fic #my writing #Jack o’lanterns

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