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Broken hearts can heal - Choi Minho SHINee Fanfic - Chapter X - Make up

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Chapter IX / Chapter XI

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Chapter X - Make up

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You went to sleep as well and got a few hours in before Haru woke up at 4:30 AM, and you hated him, your life, and everyone else.

You were still so upset at Minho. How could he say those things to you?

How was it fair for him to treat you like that?

You fed Haru, then played with him for a bit. He was beginning to babble and make lots of cute sounds, which you loved hearing so much. Looking at him, you started feeling like a failure again for outright hating him for waking you up and crying. You knew he was in pain from the teething, and he was just a baby. Crying was his only way of communicating.

When Haru quieted down a bit, you finally found a moment of peace, so you decided to go take a quick shower.

On your way to the bathroom, you saw Minho sleeping on the sofa. You wondered why he fell asleep over there instead of in his bedroom. The room was sparkling clean, there were no more cups on the table, Haru's dirty clothes were gone, and you felt bad again for leaving a mess behind you for Minho to clean up.

You disliked him right now, just as you disliked everything else after being woken up and not managing to rest yet again. Still, it was a bit chilly, since the AC was on, so you grabbed a thin blanket and put it over him. You didn't want him to catch a cold.

You then resumed your quest to take a shower and quickly hopped in and turned on the water, when you heard the beautiful screech of Haru's voice screaming his lungs out once again.

If there was a record for the quickest shower in the world, you were sure the prize would be yours, as it took you less than 2 minutes to put soap on, wash it off, dry yourself with a towel and run out, but by the time you opened the nursery door again, Minho was already rocking Haru to sleep and whispering kind words to him.

Your gaze warmed up at the sight, and when he saw you, he smiled softly.

"Hey." He whispered.

You just nodded.

"Did you... sleep? At least a little?" He asked hesitantly.

"Yea." You replied coldly, avoiding his gaze. You looked at the empty crib instead.

"Listen, about last night..."

"What about it?"

"I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have said that..."

"You shouldn't have said what?" You questioned. Maybe it was petty, but you wanted him to acknowledge exactly what wrong things he said.

"Everything... I was just so mad... you were right, I was taking it out on you, and didn't think clearly, and you happened to be there, and I was annoyed. You are the best mom, and I'm an idiot."

You chuckled hearing the end of the sentence.

"You're not an idiot, Minho." You went near him and touched his shoulder, watching him look at you with tired eyes. He looked exhausted as well.

"No, I definitely am. You do so much around here, and you're taking such good care of Haru, and I just disregarded everything you do."

"It's just... it might not seem like much to you, Minho. You're right. I stay home with the baby and that's my job, basically. It should be easy, right?" You chuckled, trying to find a way to express exactly why what he said hurt so much.

"I never said it was easy-"

"But you know what?" You interrupted him, wanting to finish your point. "Compared to a regular job, let's say yours, I don't get any breaks, any time off. You filmed something, right? I bet you had horribly full days that made you tired. But you still got to go to your hotel and sleep uninterrupted, you still had mealtimes, you could shower, you could talk with friends and other people on set. I couldn't do any of that. I was stuck here, having no adult conversations with anyone, I couldn't find enough time to eat or shower, Haru was difficult..."

Hearing you, Minho teared up.

"You're right, Da-Eun, I was a prick. I'm sorry. I really appreciate you and what you're doing, and I really think you're amazing for how well you're taking care of Haru."

"I'm also sorry. For what I said about your co-star and stuff..."

"That's okay. You were upset and had all the reasons to be."

"No, it was not okay, I could've been calmer."

"I could've not started the argument, so let's not dwell on it." Minho chuckled.

"How is your company going to deal with that? The dating rumours, I mean."

"Well, I'm already married, so that helps." He chuckled then looked into your eyes.

You sighed deeply.

"How can you do it?"

"What?" He asked concerned, noticing your frown.

"Deal with all the hate. What they're saying about me, about us, it's crazy." You chuckled. "They even pick on Haru, those comments are the worst. He's a baby, for fuck's sake."

"Hmm." He contemplated. "I try to focus on the positive things instead. I don't read the hate comments at all, and if I stumble upon one, I just ignore it completely, because fuck it, they don't know anything about us."

You nodded.

"You're so good at quieting Haru down." You noticed fondly. Haru seemed so at peace in Minho's arms, you were quite jealous of his insane ability to calm him down immediately.

It was truly a heartwarming sight that you loved seeing, and you were quite concerned about the feelings you started harbouring for Minho.

You weren't sure if he even felt the same, or if you were still Kibum's girlfriend in his mind, and you didn't know how to broach the topic.

You had lots of therapy sessions on this topic, and your therapist kept reminding you that catching feelings for someone you spend so much time with is normal, that you shouldn't feel guilty for wanting to move on and feel happy again. It was nothing wrong for you to love someone else, and it didn't mean erasing Kibum's memory.

"He's an angel." Minho whispered, rocking Haru to sleep gently. "Why don't you go get some more rest, Da-Eun? I'll stay with Haru and sleep some more as well after he falls asleep."

"Won't you... come sleep with me, instead?" You asked hesitantly, since you've never slept next to the other before. However, tonight, more than any other night, you felt like you really craved some intimacy.

"Of course." Minho smiled lazily. "I'll get the baby monitor, then. Go first, and I'll join you as soon as he's asleep."

"Okay." You nodded and went to his bedroom, laying down on your right side on the bed and closing your eyes.

You didn't sleep here while Minho was gone, and the bedsheets haven't been changed in some time, so everything smelled like him, and you were once again engulfed with this sense of peace you had the first time you slept in this bed. You loved Minho's smell. Hell, his mere presence was enough.

After some time, you were almost asleep when you heard the door open and the other side of the bed sagging down.

"Is he sleeping?" You asked slowly as you felt Minho's arm embracing you, his body pressed against yours.

"Mhm. Why aren't you?"

"I waited for you..." Your voice trailed off. You were really sleepy, but Minho's body next to yours made you really conscious, and you weren't sure how you were going to fall asleep with his breath on the back of your neck.

"Why, did you miss me these past days?"

"I missed having a break." You chuckled. If he was going to tease you, you weren't going to give in so easily.

"Woah, so I'm the only one who missed my little family! Okay! I see how it is!" He tried to pull away from you, but you grabbed his arm and held him in place.

"I'm comfortable, don't move."

"Your wish is my command." He chuckled and spooned you, keeping you close to his body. "I'm really sorry for earlier."

"I'm sorry too. We both snapped at the other."

"I was still the person who started the argument, so..."

"I forgive you." You chuckled. "And you've already apologised."

"I still feel guilty though." He said, and you were sure he was frowning.

"Then make it up to me." You chuckled. "I want to eat something delicious."

"Hmmm, should we go on a date?" He asked, making your heart swell up in your chest.

"I'd like that."

"By the way, there's this company dinner in the evening... do you want to come with me?"

"Really?" You were surprised. There were company dinners before, but he's never asked you to join him.

"Mhm. The boys will also be there, they'll be really happy to see you. Taemin's been ripping my ear off about being too busy to come here and play with Haru and talk to you." He laughed.

"Okay. Are we also taking Haru?"

"Hmm, we should get a sitter, I promised you a night off a while ago, haven't I?"

"The drinking night?" You laughed. "Sounds good."

"Uhm, Da-Eun? Sorry but..." He tried moving away, but you still kept him in place by holding his arm.

"What, running away already?"

"No, it's just that... Fuck, I'm like a boy going through puberty. I'm sorry." He shifted a bit trying to separate his lower body from yours, and you felt what he was referring to.

"Oh? Is this why you've been so frustrated earlier?" You whispered, palming his hard-on through his pants in a moment of bravery you don't think you would've had should you hadn't been so sleep deprived.

"Da-Eun..." He breathed out.

"What is it, Min?" You whispered again, starting to stroke his length, still through his pants.

"You don't have to-"

"Shh." You moved your hand under his pants to feel him naked, and as soon as your palm made contact with him and you started stroking him again, he moaned deliciously.

You turned around to catch a glimpse of him, as your hand continued going up and down, and seeing how fucked up he looked turned you on so much, you instantly moved to his crotch and took off his pants eagerly.

You took his member in your mouth and glanced at how he rolled his head back in pleasure, his hand finding the back of your head and guiding you in pleasuring him.

It was weird perhaps that you hadn't yet even kissed, nor shared such an intimate moment before. You only cuddled and hugged sometimes, Minho occasionally kissed your cheek when he came back from work and you were holding Haru and welcomed him home, but that was it. However, it somehow felt right, especially noticing how much he loved you giving him head, how his head rolled back, how he moaned, how he tasted on your tongue.

You were definitely whipped for this man.

His hand caressed your hair gently, before he moved it to the back of your head and pushed you down to deepthroat him. You let him have his way and use your mouth however he liked, and when his movements slowed down, you picked up the pace and put your hand on his dick as well, stroking him while sucking him off.

That was the end of him. His moans became louder, his grip on your hair tightened, and his head rolled back with a final groan as he released down your throat.

You swallowed his cum and continued sucking him for a few seconds afterwards, and he was in pure bliss.

When you finally removed your mouth to look at him, his eyes were sparkling with adoration.

"Da-Eun, that was-" He started speaking, getting up in a seated position. Before he got to continue what he was saying, though, the monitor started up and Haru's cries filled the room.

With a sigh, you wanted to get up, but Minho dragged you back in bed and assured you that he'll take care of it, and you should just rest.

You were so tired, but still managed to drag yourself to the bathroom to clean up, and when you came back, you fell asleep almost instantly when your head hit the pillow again.

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(A/N) Ok now there's some real development hahahah.

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Love,

Storm

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Chapter IX / Chapter XI

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therummonster · 2 years ago

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{this is kinda long, you don't have to read it}

alexis: hey! benny! wake up!

benny: huh? what's goin on?

kayla: you missed the entire mission plan because you fell asleep.

benny(grabbing a drink): is that so?

mara: yeah. don't take this the wrong way but maybe if you pay attention to the mission plans, you wouldn't have as many... broken mechs.

benny(drinks a small amount before setting the glass down): so i need to pay more attention?

alexis: yes-

benny: you got jump scared by an icicle, you also have numerous accounts of hitting yourself in the back of the head with pebbles behind you.

alexis: ... how did you know-

benny: let's also not forget that you, sterling, heath, all thought it was a good idea to team up with the guy that just looks like bad news.

heath: well ulitus told us-

vasillia: ULITUS!? HE LOOKS LIKE IF YOU TOOK 20 OF THE MOST FEARSOME BEASTS AND TOOK EVERY BIT OF KILLING DESIRE AND PUT IT IN A HUMAN. THIS IS ONE OF THE SITUATIONS WHERE THE BOOK COVER IS EXTREMELY ACCURATE.

benny(spins around to stare directly at vasillia): sorry silli, but i apparently need to pay attention! so i might as well get out all the pointless little details out in the wind!

vasillia: benjamin, don't you dare.

benny: fine, fine.

vasillia: ...

benny: ... you get high off of cat nip.

vasillia: YOU LITTLE-

tayrun (snickering)

benny(without even turning): you had to get kayla's help because you couldn't put down this weird bear thing that just looked really sad. literally nothing special about it. this was also about a week ago.

tayrun: well- i- yeah...

astra(trying to climb out a window)

benny: i thought i was going to kayla next but since you're going..

astra: I DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING!

benny: you wait at the door whenever alexis and sterling leave until the nexus point gets triggered, then you jump on to the couch and pretend you weren't just waiting for them.

kayla: oh my god this is a massacre...

benny: you have spent multiple days doing work from charlie.

charlie: can confirm! i haven't slept in days! do i even need to sleep? people drink coffee to stay awake so..

benny: you will literally give someone a panic attack if you drink coffee while connected to them. just hop off and pass out.

champagne: how do you know all this????

benny: the same way i build mechs! i just know i've got the practice. sorta like how you got practice pretending you don't care about us and getting annoyed at our stupid things! and hiding the fact you've been visiting dinocross park the first wednesday of every month.

champagne: i shouldn't have said anything..

vasillia: you still go back to that place!?

benny: eeny meenie miney.. Mara, for the love of god don't feel bad for the people that were at the coalition!! they were gonna cut you to bits as if they were the second coming of christ!

mara: i can't help it!

benny: i know, but please!

sterling: benny i think you've proved a point-

benny(staring at the gopher): hush. ARCHIBALD!

everyone: tf??

benny: have you yet figured out how to turn off the record function?

gooby(flabbergasted expression)

everyone: TF!?

benny: i take it you still didn't know! don't worry, nobody else has em because i wasn't as paranoid as i am with the knowledge you can just appear!

jake: what on earth..

benny: kid, don't worry about it. sterling, i may as well get to you since i don't got a clue what the two braincells in the murder machine that likes cute things are doing.

sterling: that- that wasn't everything???

benny: nope! i mean... c'mon. me and cham have been dating for... like 5 months?

sterling: you- you have?

alexis: sterling. they haven't been keeping it a secret.

harold: jeeze sharp! i feel like ya went over board!

benny: you quiet down, your dad sold you and your boss tried to get my friends killed multiple times.

harold: eh, y'know what that's fair.

benny(turns back to jake): alright, since i think that's about everyone, this a brief thing.. i don't need healing, i am fine.

ana: liar.

benny(stares at ana)

ana(staring practically into his soul)

benny: final piece, you scare me a bit. not because of your powers however..

#popcrossstudios #therum creation

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weaselbeaselpants · 10 months ago

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Deepest apologies to OP as their baseline argument is true and I think a general rule to follow. Real, actual people > fictional blorbos and the feelings you attach onto them. Good. Good post.

But man oh man the replies...I'm sorry but this got me going on both sides of the "accept media criticism/stop using criticism as absolutism" thing.

Just a lot of assuming no media literacy for every situation ever whenever someone gets heated about media and how people react to it.

I'm gonna just leave out that "never trust someone who tells you to police ur thoughts thing and simply reply with this convo from the otherside of that coin to explain how "kill the cop in your head" is a bad mandate to sign onto, especially for people who are suseptible to being taken advantage of.

((tbf, I don't completely agree w this argument either. before you say anything the artist replying here is an nsfw artist tho))

I'm more hopped up on the 'classic' "why are you reading/watching/listening to this thing if it bothers you" claim. Like, NO DUH if I'm reading Lolita or some shit and getting disturbed that's on me hun ur right. OBVIOUSLY, fiction and media is meant to make you feel uncomfortable sometimes or challenge you somehow. What you're missing is the fact that I AM just sticking to my fandoms and comfortzones and my problem is when sinister shit is being said and done in front of me, it's being ignored because of these excuses. I've had this problem since my Brony days. It's NOT that any kind of fictional act = bad/endorsing irl bad behavior. Or at least, it shouldn't be that way in media comprehension. It's that other people within these spaces are using these arguments to get away with their own bad behavior that may be predatory and/or bigoted...and the rest of the community aren't willing to stand up to it because they think stating the obvious is a "call out" on them as a whole.

Again, sorry OP. Again, your statement is correct about fictional characters should not mean more than real people. In the sense of judging other people's fantastes and being "traumatized" cuz someone hated on their blorbo which means they 'endorse abuse' or some shit, yeah that tracks. My issue is how this attitude is extended beyond to just any kind of fandom interaction and media analysis EVER, and how any attempt to be critical of harmful behavior MUST be an attempt at policing others, and not, you know, saying that something makes you uncomfortable on your own damn blog on your own damn time.

Looking at Lolita again, there you have a fictional story that is meant to make you think and consider real life situations; and which has unfortunately been used by people reading it who don't get the point to abuse real-life people --most media, even stuff that's meant to be constructed but still enojoyed (Avatar, Disney, Marvel and DC) isn't anywhere near that extreme and media literacy is being used to bully other people into submission, or ''cop'', their personal wants.

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I'm sorry to people reading this and trying to make sense of my word salad clippings. I'm just really put off by the unironic use of "purity", "police" and "pedophile" to refer to people bullying others about fandom. Bullying sucks. It's not fair to do even if you have a reason to be mad. But at best, ur conflating your fan-tiffs of small potatoes with some really dangerous shit.

Annoying Anti whining about how Reylo destroyed their life because reasons =/= purity culture and puritans

Someone shipping aged-up characters or adults with age gaps/uneven dynamics =/= pedophile

Someone telling you to think of other people in your fandom who aren't you =/= policing your thoughts or the thoughts of others.

I feel like you'll know for sure when those things happen and when someone if honestly using purity, predatory or police tactics to shut up/keep others in line. I feel like this bitching that I'm now taking part in is just keeping us fighting rather than actually calling out the nasties around us who are getting away with their heinous shit with our own in-context reasonable alibis....and I'm tired. Tired of other hurt people putting up walls of DNI to protect their emotional selves but obstensibly lash out at other people while they do so. Tired of conflating people you dislike with legit people. Tired.

I will say though, I think the og point can be a "rules for thee but not for me"-thing. Like, no shit people will value fictional characters and the emotions grafted to them over people they don't know. That's what happens when fandoms have this "x character is me"-view on representation and kinning ur fav. That's something literally everyone does ever. You can be removed from it and practical and point out that these aren't real people, but it's impossible to completely remove urself from that mindset.

There's no B-all end-all argument to all of this, only to certain ethics which we then try to apply to this discussion.

I really think everyone needs to truly internalize this:

Fictional characters are objects.

They are not people. You cannot "objectify" them, because they have no personhood to be deprived of. They have no humanity to be erased. You cannot "disrespect" them, because they are not real.

#que sera sera #addition #no idea if any of it even made sense I need to eat and am obv battling my own shit r n

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dcviated · 1 year ago

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@hallowleylines sent: Current's staring... or... staring? It's difficult describe how his eyes wander in random directions. Hmmmm. Thinking now. He's kind of annoying to deal with considering he's doing all the talking (to himself) in his head. Trickshot was an engineer, so how much better than Closure. Soon to be seen. "Bombadier Princess, got a favor to ask." That nickname stuck. How sweet. "More like a customer request. I need you to do a model update on this arm. I'm willing to put down... hmmm... 2 million lungmen dollars right now as an upfront. Then once you're done and it's up to standard I'll cash out the other half. I need this... more combat capable. Your competitor is Closure after all, so best not to disappoint." There's a lot to digest here. First off... 4 million dollars? Like the fat stacks he's dropping in front of her as they speak. He didn't even haggle but that's certainly a drop in the bucket. Second of all, and the question you shouldn't ask, where is that money coming from? Regardless, who cares? If she does spectacular... he might spread good word? Doing better than Closure is quite the boost to a reputation, not like either of them are completely honest businesswoman anyways.

"....?? Whuhf?"

Could it be he's staring at how many fries she's shoved in her mouth at once? With his art-sight or whatever? Creepass he is. But. A service bay in the lower decks isn't the best place to be eating food to be fair. Not that she cares. The Liberi wasn't one for taking casual breaks. She prefers to mix business, pleasure, and whatever other descriptor you'd want to add to the brazen woman. It's that or she has a problem putting things down.

"Whahf dat?" Classy, shoving down the comical bite of her deep fried salty snack and speaking around it. At least her hands were clean, though she'd be quick to put the gloves back on soon as she was finished with Noodles and whatever he had to ask her. Which was. Not something small. Neither was the amount of LMD being deposited freely on the table. Instincts try to kick in to hoard it like a beast and start snarling.

Imagine the fries you can buy with that pile!

"Whahf da fhug?!" Swallow swallow swallow. Just about chokes. That's a lot of goddamn money! She could actually, probably-- agh, one thing at a time. Even if she wanted to finish building her pet project there's a thing attached to this, obviously. Why wouldn't there be? And it's then she takes notice that Current's prosthetic looks ... not great. Yeah, try to hide it but she notices.

"Wheeeeho, guessing it's a rush job looking at that sad thing. Sheeeez, the fuck happened to you? I get jerking off puts strain on a dude but-" She sets down the cardboard pack of fries, hopping up from the swivel stool and taking an inspection at the damaged limb. It looks crunched. He's not moving it right. Like at all. Just an attempt to lift it feels like it's about to snap the thing off after the damage to the rotor cuff. But. Ops like this aren't outside of her loop. The problem will be making it look pretty. But then. There's 2 million LMD here.

"Suuuuure, I can... cook up something that oughta work for ya, Noodles. But we'll haveta talk some shop about it. Gimme like, guidelines. Wishlist. Else I might give you a shiny old peg to smack people with. Competitor- Fuck. What is this, did you put a challenge to the others too? Good thing I work better under pressure-" Spoken without comment. Just let her have this.

Trickshot grumbles, mulling how many other engineers like herself came about this landship. Her garage is back in Columbia, but she's seen the others here. Closure aside, you had people like Eunectes. Stainless. Windflit. Some were better than others but maybe, just maybe, all of that on the fly crafting on the now permanently retired Siracusan train left an impression.

The Liberi smacks the man hard on the broken arm before holding out the greasy hand she'd just been shoving fries with.

"Got yourself a deal otherwise."

#hallowleylines #hallowleylines :: current #muse :: amber #inbox :: answered ic #verse :: arknights #the more I think about it the more she could be a lot #of different classes

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jaycewrites-192000 · 3 years ago

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You're Grounded Pt. 2

Summery: Smiley and Angry's little sister is still grounded, only this time...things go differently.

Part One Here

Rating: SFW

Pairing(s): Platonic!Nahoya Kawata x Platonic!Little Sister Reader x Platonic!Souya Kawata

(Still no incest my dudes)

Also spoilers for episode 20-21!!

One week had passed, and ever since you were stuck in your room, only allowed to come out to go to school, to eat, and bathroom breaks. Other than that, no luck getting out from your little prison. And you were warned to not sneak out again, or another week would be added. You didn't bother trying, as much as you hate to admit it, your brothers were smarter than they looked. They knew every move you would make and would do everything in their power to stop you.

However, you were allowed to have your phone back. They were s confident that if you were to try and call for backup, they would stop it from happening. You made the best of it though, at least you had someone to talk to now. Emma wanted an explanation as to where you had disappeared to lately and you told her you were grounded, well, double grounded now. When she asked why, you hesitated to tell her. But you did, after she promised not to tell Smiley and Angry of course. She did say that you should tell them why you started that fight in the first place, but...it was a bit more complicated than that.

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So, here you were, in your room looking blankly at your door. Every now and then Smiley or Angry, or both of them, would come and check to see if you were still there. Speaking of, your door opened, Angry walked in this time. "Right on time, big brother." You mutter, not bothering to look at him. "Smiley had to run out somewhere real quick. So, I'm gonna stay here until he gets back." He leans against the door after he shut it.

"Whatever." You rolled your eyes. The silence between you two was heavy with tension and awkwardness.

"...Sorry about before. But you really shouldn't have tricked us like that." You didn't respond. "Come on. You're acting childish."

"I am a child dummy. And so are you, so stop acting like your our mother." You glared at him. "Oh, and you wanna talk being childish? You two get into fights every fucking day, and you two rarely ever get punished for it! So how come I get double grounded!?"

"You get double grounded for sneaking out. And you shouldn't be getting into fights at all. As for us, it's different." Angry explained as calmly as he could. "That's bullshit and you know it!" You snapped. "You wouldn't be saying any of this if I were in the same gang as you two!"

"You won't be joining any gangs of any kind!" Angry finally snapped back. It was rare that he would ever raise his voice at you, so you were at a loss for words. Once he saw your shocked face he toned it down. "Just...don't do it again. Please Y/n, you shouldn't be fighting."

And then came more silence. You and Angry never liked whenever there would be a fight between all three of you. But tension had build up ever since you got into that stupid fight. And honestly, you knew that it didn't need to happen but after what happened...after what those jackasses said...What choice did you have?

"Why did you do it anyway?" Angry asks, making you look up from your bed. You opened your mouth to answer, but shut it before looking away again. "Does it really matter?" You asked. "It's done. Nothing I can do about it now."

Before Angry could respond, Smiley walked in. "Heeey, she try to get out again?" He asked. "No..." Angry shook his head. "But she's hiding something." You shot him a glare. "Oh, so we're telling lies now?"

"I don't know, are we?" Angry turned to his brother. "When has Y/n ever started a fight? She rarely gets into fights, and normally she isn't the one to start some shit." Smiley nods his head at his brother's words. "That's a good point. So, wanna talk to us like a big girl?"

"No. Get out." You tell them sternly. "Too bad!" Smiley hopped on your bed and sat beside you. "Better start talking sis."

"Or what?" You challenged. Smiley's grin deepened. "Or else your double grounding will turn into a triple grounding." He tells you. "What!? How's that fair!?" Smiley shrugs. "Just is. Now spill." You resisted the urge to slug your annoying peach hair older brother in the jaw before sighing heavily. "You really wanna know? Fine. I started that fight because some asshole was talking shit about you two! Happy?"

Smiley and Angry looked at each other before turning back to you. "You started a fight because of that?" Angry asks. You furrow your brow in frustration. "It's more than that...they called you guys a smiling freak and a whinny crybaby. They also talked shit about Toman. And when I confronted them about it...they said I couldn't do a thing without my brothers there to protect me...that I was just a weak little girl who needed to stay out of other's way...So, I punched their lights out." You didn't notice you were crying until the end of it.

"I wouldn't have hit them if they would have just apologized and kept their mouths shut." You say with a sniffle. It was quiet until Smiley started laughing. "Man! You went and defended ours and Toman's honor? You really are the best little sister." He pets your head. "Huh?" You look up at him confused. "That was nice of you Y/n, but you didn't need to get hurt over us." Angry made his way over to you.

"W-well they were hurt way more than me." You told him. "I handled it didn't I?"

"Yes but, still. You're safety matters to us way more than a few insults thrown at us. Next time that happens, tell us."

"Yeah! We'll beat the fuck out of them so you don't get in trouble like you did." Smiley added. "Don't be like your dumbass older brothers Y/n. You're going places you know? Don't waste it on fighting like a gangster."

"But you guys are in a gang..." You mutter. "Don't get any ideas Y/n." Said Smiley, despite his smile, he was serious. "We wouldn't know what to do if you were hurt or worse. Just be our tough little sis outside of a gang ok?" You pout slightly but nod anyway. You did consider joining Toman, somehow. Your brothers inspired you in more than one way, and being in a gang was one of them. Not just any gang, a real gang. "The new age of delinquents" as Mikey put it.

It sounded so cool when you heard about it, and you wanted so desperately to be by your brothers side when it finally happens. But it wasn't always cool and badass, after Darken nearly dying and Baji's death, it dawned on you just how dangerous joining a gang could be. And Smiley and Angry be damned if they let their little sister be murdered and they couldn't prevent it.

You didn't know Draken and Baji on a personal level like everyone else in Touman did, but they were so kind to you whenever you were around. Baji even joked that you were like Toman's little sister. His death left a hole in the hearts of Toman, including yours...

"I won't get into anymore fights, but you guys have to promise me something too." Smiley and Angry waited for your word. "Promise me...that you'll be careful and promise me, you guys won't leave us like Baji did..."

The next thing you knew, your brothers were enveloping you in their embrace. "And leave you all alone? No way in hell." Smiley said softly. "We're not going anywhere." Said Angry. You sniffled but managed to smile. "Good. I might say I don't want you around, but you guys are all I got. So ignore me whenever I might say it again, ok?"

"Sure thing." Smiley chuckled. "Oh by the way, you're ungrounded."

You perk up. "Double ungrounded?"

"Yep. Double ungrounded. But you better not go start shit with anyone again, got it?"

"Got it." You giggle.

"Good. Now let's get out of here. I bet you're bored right?" Smiley asked as the three of you left your room. "Bored as fuck."

"There's a new arcade that just opened up. Should we go there?" Angry asked. " Hell yeah!" You and Smiley say in unison.

You still have no idea how you got so lucky as to get ungrounded like you did, but you had a feeling your brothers were never going to punish you as harshly as they did before.

Maybe...

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(So I was thinking of making like a little kawata sister series? Idk how well that would play out or how it will be done/written but yeah, stay tuned if that interests you)

#nahoya kawata x reader #nahoya kawata #souya kawata x reader #souya kawata #smiley x reader #smiley tokyo revengers #angry x reader #angry tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers

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koushisatori · 3 years ago

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if you can't believe in others, at least believe in us

kyoutani x gn!reader

genre: as ordered: a bit of angst w a touch of comfort

warnings: one (1) big jealous idiot, miscommunication

word count: 5.4k

note: this is smth an anon asked me to do (but like...nearly a year ago, I'm not sure if anon is still there or if they remember and my dumbass deleted the ask so I just beta-ed through whatever I had but I know they called me out on enjoying jealous characters so here we go) I'm sorry, mysterious anon, I'm stupid </3 Anyway, that's that. I don't remember if reader was supposed to be female or not so I made it gn!reader (but if I forgot to change something, pls tell me so I can fix any errors c: It's also my first attempt I apologize in advance)

In the beginning, you weren't sure why your boyfriend is ignoring you

You can't remember doing something that would annoy him, nor do you remember an instant of anger in his eyes that would give you a hint about his reasoning to stay away from you

He explained early on that sometimes he just needs a day of distance because Kentarou could feel the anger simmering right under the surface, enough that something small could tick him off already, and he would hate if you were on the receiving end of this unexplained fury

Both of you also made sure to promise each other to clearly communicate, the relationship between the two of you would not last long if you're not properly telling each other what might be bothering or hurting...just in general cross a boundary

Communication probably was one of the most important aspects of your relationship

cue to the actual situation: your boyfriend avoiding you

So, Monday evening you think maybe it's this overwhelming sensation of unexplained anger and that something at morning practice ticked him off completely

But then Tuesday comes and goes, and your boyfriend had avoided you all day long, did not even bother to read your messages,

on Wednesday, you try to talk to him, but all he does is glaring at you with a look that leaves you speechless and kind of heartbroken,

Thursday is the day you're replaying everything you did on Monday, trying to find something that he could have misunderstood, yet no matter how hard you think about it…your brain won't come up with a reason that explained why Kentarou was so upset with you!

So you decide to make him talk to you on Friday

Enough is enough, right? For gods' sake, he is your boyfriend! You miss him and his strong arms that give hugs so warm that you melt right into them

You don't get a second alone with him until school ends

you practically sprint out of the school building over to the gym, knowing that he had a free hour, which means that he is probably the first person there - your only chance

There he is, sitting with his back to you, aggressively chewing on a bun filled with chicken - his usual that reminded him of his favorite dish - glaring holes into the ground

After taking a deep breath to calm yourself, you carefully aks: ''Kentaro…Ken…?'', slowly stretching out your hand, wanting to rest it on his shoulder to maybe help to soothe him a bit

he flinches instead and his heated, agitated gaze meets your eyes, making you recoil in return

''…will you talk to me, I miss you…'' you say softly, realizing how it hurt being ignored by him

''Ah, suddenly you miss me…'' he spits, narrowing his eyes ''…didn't fucking seem like it the last time I saw you…''

''Kentaro, baby, I have no idea what you mean,'' you plead, keeping your voice low to hide the desperation lacing it, confusion written all over your features

all Kyoutani does is growl, hopping down from where he's sitting while shouldering his gym bag

''...shouldn't have been so flirty with Shittykawa like that then-'' he grumbles - ''Ken, I didn't-'' you insist, but he continues ''twirling your hair, batting your pretty eyelashes at him, fuck you Y/N, if you want him, then feel free to take a fucking leave" Kyoutani cusses, not even listening to you

You shake your head, ''Kentaro, no, you totally misunderstood the situation,'' you follow up, panic seeping into your voice now that you knew what he referred to, ''I love yo-''

''Tsk'', he moves to leave

you try to take his hand but, instead of turning around, Kyoutani just rips it away from you, tucking it into the pocket of his jacket

from behind you, you hear Yahaba and Oikawa approaching (talking about Volleyball and Captains duties)

once they guessed what must have happened, they offered you their help (they both swear that Kyoutani will never ever find a ''cute s/o as you are, y/n-chan, I'm worried for my little angry pomeranian kohai'' )

Usually, you would try to talk to him, but after enduring a week of radio silence and now this treatment, you were tired of upholding something that seemed like a lost cause

you just wave both setters off and leave the school grounds, a frown plastered onto your lips and tears swimming in your eyes

Kentarou had not listened to you, did not even really look at you, and the few seconds he did, his eyes were filled with rage instead of the warmth he had usually reserved for you (and only for you)

If your boyfriend thinks avoiding you for a week and blaming you for something ridiculous without hearing you out is how you handle a relationship…maybe you would have to consider not pursuing it any longer

Which is easier said than done

The whole night you wait for a message, anything, and then all Saturday morning

you still had hope left

You get one from Yahaba, who tells you that Oikawa tried to clear up the situation as well after the reason for your fight dawned on him (Kyoutanis piss poor mood and behavior towards him a strong indicator) but Kentaro, again, just ran off

The future team captain even called you after your lackluster answer, listening to you getting the frustration and sadness out of your system

It didn't matter, right? Your boyfriend decided to unofficially call it quits by implying that your feelings for him were not genuine instead of using his mouth to talk to you and disregarding everyone involved

as if he wanted to ignore the truth as a convenient excuse to get out of your relationship

that's the conclusion your brain came up with

You softly sniffle in the privacy of your room, clutching a pillow to your chest (which has seen more tears in the last two days than in the past three years), deciding that it would be a good idea to go into the city to treat yourself

knowing that your mother has a hair-dresser appointment somewhen today, you go and announce that you would join her to finally buy the latest season of your favorite series

once there, you additionally get microwave popcorn, chocolate, and ice cream, as well as a pretty shirt you saw on a mannequin while window shopping

you feel a lot better after spending some money and ignoring the lingering sadness of your presumable break up with Kyoutani (who you love ok, it is not that easy)

In between your stops, you meet Iwaizumi and Oikawa munching on fatty burgers (celebrating your cheat days like a holiday and indulging in whatever your heart desires, is what makes it easier to stick with healthier habits the rest of the time was the questionable explanation coming from the brown-haired setter, pointing at you with a soggy potato fry)

after a moment, the setters eyes turn sad, a frown replacing the smile on his lips

he wraps his fingers around your wrist to stop you from going just yet, apologizing for being the cause of your fight and for being unable to talk some sense into him

(you assure him that it is not his fault, knowing that your friend will probably brood over it otherwise, which wouldn't be fair)

Iwaizumi adds that Kyoutani will come around and that his cooldown time is just longer than those of other people (and if not, he will give him one of his famous volleyballs to the head and use his status as only truly respected senpai to talk some sense into him) but you again decline their suggestions

after saying goodbye (and seeing Iwaizumi give his best friend an assuring gentle pat on his shoulder, the secret softy in the usual harsh ace shining through)

If Kentaro was willing...able to throw away your relationship this easily, he can't possibly really love you, and you'd accept this even if it's hard and painful

Now remembered of what you had attempted to forget about, you feel your eyes sting with unshed tears (you thought there was no possibility of you having more tears to spill, yet the impossible seemed to be the case) you look down at your phone to text your mom and frown

Kentaro 🥰: we need to talk. Kentaro 🥰: meet me there [location]

For a second, you hesitate, biting your lower lip harshly…you really want to go and talk to him but…

The tears still sting in your eyes and blurring your view reminded you of what you had gone through the whole time, and that it was his turn to finally come to you

break up or makeup, the ball was in his court now

so while walking to where your mother would be waiting for you, you begin to type

You: No.

You: I waited for you all week, even though you ignored me, and now you expect me to run the moment you choose to stop being a childish idiot?

You: if you decide to speak to me then comqjdkn

Kentarou wouldn't say he feels particularly bad. Not at all! If someone was to ask him, he would probably answer fucking peachy, what the fuck are you asking for or growl angrily. No one would bat an eye and further question him, nor guess that maybe he wasn't as great as he pretended because he missed his gorgeous better half, but…it was his fault, wasn't it?

Of course, he originally thought he had a valid reason to be upset. And if he had just spoken to you about it, everything would be solved now. Instead of being a decent boyfriend, though, his pride overtook his thinking processes once he realized that his behavior wasn't even the slightest bit justified. Not that he knew this when he saw you speaking with Shittykawa right before school. All he could see was his gorgeous s/o shyly fiddling with her fingers, conversing with a leaned forward, very involved Oikawa Tooru. He would have fetched you away from the brown-haired setter. He had no qualms about showing his possessiveness. God, Kentarou wouldn't have hesitated to growl at the tall, brown-haired boy if not for the question he heard coming from the Captain.

''Y/N-chan, how is it that you, an adorable, charming individuum, is with a brute like Mad Dog-chan? I really-'' Well, that's where he decided to leave you with the setter. He didn't need to hear your answer. Didn't want to witness an excuse or maybe the truth. If both of you were so fucking smitten with each other to flirt this blatantly, why don't you just go and cheer for him, hold his hand, and kiss his cheek goodbye? It was his choice to distance himself.

Kyoutani couldn't help the feeling of betrayal and hurt washing over him. Maybe you just used him as a stepping stone to get closer with Oikawa, and Kyoutani has been too blind to see it. He never doubted you or your relationship before, but it's not a secret how eruptive Kyoutani could be. It has always been beyond his imagination how someone so cute and sweet like you could love a person like him. Your friends thought so. The teachers. The whole school! Everyone questioned your poor judgment. And when you came running up to him, you're cheery voice calling out for him, everyone present looked at you like you grew a second head. It's the reason why seeing you with Trashykawa ticked him off so bad. It catered to his biggest insecurities and fears. He knew that all those skeptics would be delighted to see you, everyone's darling, with the schools' star setter. They all would agree that the pretty, handsome young man is a better fit than the always hostile-looking troublemaker.

While Kyoutani didn't take Oikawa seriously in most cases, he undoubtedly was one of the most devoted people Kentarou had ever met. If Oikawa wanted to get a new serve right, he wouldn't stop trying and repeating it until his legs gave in, and Iwaizumi dragged him out of the gym. When he wanted to find more advanced players to practice with, so he could, in return, give this new knowledge to his team, there was no way he would not manage to make it happen. Even if his ideas, wishes, and plans cost him blood, sweat, and tears (like getting Kyoutani to actually train), Oikawa never backed down. Kentarou had heard that Oikawa's last girlfriend dumped him because of his passion for Volleyball. Yet Kyoutani couldn't help but think that, in you, the ambitious setter would have found someone that would be able to handle it. You usually came over to watch the team when you knew that Kyoutani was there to play. You sat on the stands with your homework in your lap and a Seijoh-coloured pencil wiggling between your fingers, not bothered by the noises coming from the court. You play with your earlobe while you frown at whatever problem you came across. You patiently wait for practice to finish. Kentarou was sure that you'd be someone Oikawa would actually try for. You weren't one of his squealing fangirls, hanging from his arm on every opportunity, but his friend. You didn't pester him to take selfies with you while pushing cute bentos into his hands. When you bring food to practice, then it's for the whole team to share. If he wanted you, Oikawa would probably have to win you over and make sure that you'd stay. Courting and all that jazz. In all seriousness, Shittykawa would be a fucking idiot if not.

The dyed-blond wing spiker had been so sure that he was rightfully mad that he didn't stop to think twice before he reacted this coldly towards you. But, and this made it even worse, Kentarou knew that he was wrong the moment you asked what happened after an entire week of enduring his silent treatment. The second he heard your shaky voice and saw the tears welling up in your eyes, his brain rebooted, and suddenly he wasn't so sure of his own reasoning. You two were together for about half a year. Kyoutani - by now - was confident in his ability to identify most of your expressions. All he could decipher in your eyes was pain, paired with a need to understand, but…if he was in the wrong…it would mean that he had hurt you the whole week, which in conclusion implied that Kentarou had been the world's shittiest boyfriend. Fuck, he thought, I don't deserve y/n.

His situation didn't get any better the moment Oikawa entered the gym. The person Kyoutani thought he had a real reason to despise now tried to mend the rift between the two of you.

''Mad Dog-chan, I think you misunderstood something there. Well, no, you decided to not listen-'' The taller male says, hands gesturing wildly. While his voice still had that annoyingly cheery tone, it had something commanding hidden underneath. And oh, how Kentarou hated when someone demanded something of him, even if it was for his own good. ''Don't want to hear it.'' the blond mutters, already aggravated. The brown-haired setter resolutely puts himself in the way again. ''Oh, but you have to! That morning, Y/N-chan literally declared her love for yo-'' - ''I don't fucking care.'' Kentarou barks, not looking Oikawa in the eyes.

After another fruitless attempt to get properly into the gym, he growls and turns to leave. Already on his way to grab his stuff and take a leave, he hears Oikawa yelling. ''You answered and justified why I asked Y/N-chan to begin with!" And then louder, even though he could make out Iwaizumi trying to wrestle his childhood friend back into the gym, "APOLOGIZE, YOU IDIOT! YOU BETTER GROVEL FOR Y/N'S FORGIVENESS! THEY DESERVE BETTER THAN THIS SHOW YOU'RE PUTTING ON, AND YOU KNOW IT!"

This happened on Friday evening, and the guilt was gnawing away on him ever since. On his way home, Kyoutani had automatically taken the detour to your house. Kentarou enjoyed bringing you home (and more often than not, you pulled him inside with you, making him cuddle you!). It makes him feel like a good boyfriend, and he knew that you arrived there safely. He would never tell anybody and deny it if you ever decided to share this, but Kentarou relished in the feeling of your hand holding his all the way while going on about your day. He admired that you'd pet every cat and every dog you meet on the trip home together with him. You were perfect for him…why again did he act like this?

What caused Kyoutani's attempt to apologize - in his usual overly blunt and partly aggressive kind of way - was Yahaba, though. Both boys denied being remotely something beyond 'not really enemies'. But his future team captain was definitely one of the very few people that could and would tell him to his face that he fucked up without real repercussions. He would presumably even help Kyoutani to get it together.

After Yahaba had called you and listened to your heartbreaking rant, the setter realized that you, his friend, and his 'not really enemy' needed to talk ut out. Totally immersed in your tirade, you accidentally let slip that you couldn't endure Kyoutani's treatment any longer. That being pushed over by your boyfriend with brash and hurtful words after handling the cold shoulder was too much. That you expected Kyoutani to break up with you on Monday either way. In-person, if he had mercy on you or continue his treatment as a silent method of doing so. While you told Yahaba about your planned ''get over it-self-care'' weekend (involving tons of ice cream, movies with crying guarantee, lots of blankets, and no smartphone), the setter had already put on his jacket, shooting a message to Kyoutani.

From Yahaba: get your stupid fucking ass outside to meet me, or I'll bench you the complete season next year

Even though the wing spiker was sure that Yahaba's words were nothing but empty words, Kentarou allowed himself to accept this threat as an excuse to put his pride aside. Because, even though Yahaba annoyed him to no end - not as bad as Oikawa but still - Kentarou was also aware that you and he were friends. If someone could help him gaining your forgiveness, Kyoutani had to accept and admit that it was Yahaba. Meeting his light brown-haired teammate was kind of awkward. Kyoutani was unsure what he had to expect, though he should have seen the rough treatment coming. Yet, getting told that you, the person Kentarou was undeniably in love with, felt so neglected and hurt that you deemed this relationship to be as good as over allowed the guilt monster in his chest to grow. Shitty Oikawa was probably right ordering him to grovel and beg on his knees for you to even hear him out.

Your answer to his message was partly unlike you. Well, the last sentence. You usually were pretty forward with him to avoid miscommunication and uncalled-for moping around. And while you sometimes send keyboard smashes to express the chaos you felt, they were always in a separate message and not so…random. The text definitely meant something like ''then come to me'' but somehow, Kyoutani had an uneasy feeling about the whole thing.

Besides, he couldn't just wait till Monday and hope that you'd accept his apology! You may send him away today already, but he still had a teeny-tiny bit of hope. If he let the thoughts of him leaving you or the other way around fester in your mind for two whole days, though,…you'd probably realize that leaving him wasn't that bad of a decision. You'd come to the conclusion that all your admirers could treat you better than Kyoutani did. And he was too selfish to let you leave. Even though all he did the whole week was being self-centered and stuck up, he would be damned to begin being a saint now and let you go. That you at least were willing to talk to him was…a relief, to say the least. Kentarou hoped that this translated to you being willing to put up with him a little longer if he apologized correctly. That you're not opposed to giving him another chance to make things right.

At your house, he was greeted with darkness. Not even a single light illuminating any of the rooms he could see from his spot on your front lawn. And the ones he saw were your and your mom's most-used rooms. Your room window, your mothers' workroom, and the living room area with an adjacent kitchen. All of those rather significant rooms and the lack of light in them seemed to be a dead giveaway for Kyoutani that no one was home. Kyoutani guessed that you were probably out with your mom, glancing over to the empty spot in front of the garage.

Oh god, your mother had been the only supportive person of your relationship. Maybe it's in your family to see the best in everyone, even in shitty people like him. But if you told her about his behavior, she'd most likely not welcome him with a smile ever again, no matter if you forgave him.

There weren't many things Kyoutani could do in this situation, but it wasn't as late as nature let it on, and after a few seconds, he had decided to sit down at the front door and wait for you, hoping that it wouldn't take too long for you to come home. As if fate wanted to tell him something, the wing spiker had put on the jacket with the half-full power bank. He had worn it to the shelter when he visited it this week while distracting himself from your absence in his daily life. You had gifted him the piece of clothing, which is probably why he unconsciously had decided to wear it to everything he did after school in the first place.

Kentarou passed the time by snarling at people eyeing him for a moment too long to not be judgmental, petting the neighbors' cat wandering over to him, and watching videos. Every time he thought ''Y/N would like this'', his heart stuttered guilty.

To Kentarou, it felt like an eternity until your mother's car finally drove up the entry. To avoid your mother's potentially deadly stare, he nervously checked his mobile, realizing that he had waited for a little more than 3 hours. Yet, the wait had done nothing to soothe his nerves. They instantly spiked up again while his heart threatened to jump out of his throat.

She will hate me. Your mother would hate me, she'll hate me, she'll ha-

''Ah, Ken-chan! Good evening.'' Your mother greets him with a tired, yet still gentle smile. Oh. The blond blanches. He'd never admit it, but he enjoyed the treatment he received from your mother more than he should. Being spoken to without suspicion and receiving a warm smile every time without fail was a welcome change to his daily life. Your mother didn't listen to people trying to bad-mouth him. To her, he simply was the boy that - normally - treats her child the way a mother wished for. Even if he pulled a face as long as a fiddle.

''I didn't know you were coming, Ken-chan, or I would have messaged you…but now that you're here, maybe you can assist us out and help Y/N inside? It would help a lot.'' His gaze immediately flitted over to you on the passenger seat. With your arms crossed in front of your chest and that stubborn but endearingly cute pout on your lips, he nearly missed the tiredness your body emitted. Kentarou wanted to rush over to your side immediately but was stopped by your mother again. ''I don't know what you two are fighting about…but please talk to each other. I don't want my baby to be this sad. Especially now, and…'' she rests a hand on his shoulder, her eyes kind and comforting ''…I also don't want to miss you here, alright?'' He stiffly nodded and watched your mother carrying in plastic bags filled with various medicine packages and food.

After coming back to his senses, Kyoutani finally stumbled over to your side, practically ripping open the car door. This new perspective revealed a plaster cast wrapping your whole left leg and a removable wrist brace on your right hand. ''Bab- Y/N…what the fuck…happened?'' His honey-brown eyes continued to wander over your injuries, and with every second, he found more. Scratches and scrapes, bandaids and bandages peeking out from underneath your clothes. ''I'm so sorry,'' he whispered, hanging his head low.

All your intentions to fight his helping hand and limp over to the door by yourself disintegrated into nothing. You never witnessed such a devastated, beaten expression on his face before. Instead, you settle for ''Will you help me?''. A question asked quietly to your fingers picking at a loose band-aid edge on your arm and pressing it back onto the irritated skin.

After you loosened your seatbelt, he waits for you to carefully place your arms around his neck. It is followed by Kyoutani lifting you out of the car so gently as if he was afraid you might break. This whole situation in itself already contradicting his brash appearance and usual behavior. It would give whiplash to all the people pretending to know him. But he was always caring in his own way when it came to you. It's why you loved him after all. Because you usually knew that he loved you, too.

For a few moments, the atmosphere between the two of you felt awkwardly tense, both of you unsure how to interact with each other. The mostly blonde wing spiker breathed out a sigh of relief when you fully leaned into his chest once he stood upright, resting your head against his shoulder. A bit of maneuvering through the front door eventually lead to Kyoutani passing through the hallway and taking you to your room, where he was gently lowering you down on the bed.

It was a now or never kind of situation. For the both of you. While Kentarou was trying to find out where to begin his apology, he took a few steps back in case you wanted space until everything was cleared up.

You unconsciously helped him making a decision by impulsively grasping onto his shirt the moment he started to withdraw, stopping him in his retreating movement. Kentarou saw your lower lips wobbling, teary eyes looking up at him pleadingly.

''Please stay,'' you say weakly, which is enough for him to throw the whole thinking process away and simply sit down next to you, intertwining both your hands. ''I'm staying. I'm not leaving. Not now nor this relationship if you still want...an ''us''. The wing spiker took a deep, shuttering breath. '' I'm sorry, Y/N…'' he finally manages to say, honey eyes locked onto your linked your hands. ''I have been fucking stupid all week. 've been a fucking terrible boyfriend, the worst to ever exist.''

As if to encourage him...to show your boyfriend that his apology was not for nothing, you shuffled around until the last bit of distance between the two of you was closed. You hum, acknowledging his words while leaning your head on his shoulder.

''I didn't think you're cheating or something, …'' Kyoutani immediately assures you. There was no way he would allow you to think that he would accuse you of something like this. ''I had no reason to be jealous, but I was insecure. Let it get the best of me. Despite our promise to communicate, I was sulking. 't was easier. I'll do whatever the fuck you want for you to not give up yet…'' he says, taking his time with every sentence.

With a sigh, you squeeze his hand. ''It will probably take a lot of cuddling and attention from you...'' you say thoughtfully ''...but I forgive you…if you promise to not do this again…'' you murmur, tilting your head upward to press a chaste kiss to his jaw. ''Otherwise, I'll accept Iwaizumi-san's offer to get your thinking process restarted.'' For a moment, your voice had its usual joking edge. But you knew talking out everything was necessary. ''But, in all honesty, 'Tarou....please, never do this again. I am honest. I will not endure this a second time. When you tell me that you need a day or two for yourself then that is totally fine. If you feel yourself giving into whatever insecurity, talk to me about it. I am sure there will be an explanation or a solution but don't leave me in the dark. Don't treat me like that. I love you. Only you and no one else. But the time love can withstand straight-up ignorance by your partner is limited.''

Slowly, your boyfriend nodded, squeezing your hand to tell you that he understood. You would probably cling to him for a while but were sure that he would survive the extra closeness. Not even half a second later, his head leans onto yours cautiously.

''…and try being nicer to Oikawa-san, Tarou, he hasn't done anything to you.'' You add humorously before small giggles started to erupt from your lips. ''Also...Baby…'' you start, being interrupted by choked-up hiccups and giggles. By using your nickname for him, you take away another persistent fear of his. What he does not miss, however, is how you wince in pain before you continue, ''…who helped you put this into words? I mean…I loved it, but…,'' You leave unsaid that words usually are not his strong fort.

Biting back a smile, he frowns, huffs, and puffs…, but the way you are looking up at him, eyes shining with relief and adoration, allows him to admit defeat. He sighs ''…it's how Yahaba said I should say it…'' It usually would be an odd enough statement to make you throw yourself all over him with laugher. As a slight replacement, you squeeze his hand a bit, still shaking with suppressed laughter. ''I promise…that I will talk to you. Can't promise the Shittykawa part.'' Another soft chuckle leaves your lips before you look up at him again. ''I hope you try nonetheless. You should not let Iwaizumi-san hear you calling Oikawa-san that, though, I don't think this would turn out well for you…so...maybe stop this at least.'' Kentarou rolls his eyes at you, but in the end, he nods.

You wait for another second to clearly distinguish the two topics before you continue. ''…Thank you…for coming and finally speaking with me instead of break-'' A hand on your lips muffles your words.

''Don't say these words. I'd never break up with you,'' Kentarou grumbles, a light, uncharacteristic light pink settling on his cheeks. You stick your tongue out, which leads to him taking his hand off of your face with a surprised noise, rather dumbfounded that you had licked his hand. It gives you the chance to lean up and finally press your lips against his. ''I'm not leaving you either,'' you murmur, feeling his lips twitch upwards slightly. You decide to leave the teasing for another day.

Moving back into your previous position was enough of a hassle to hiss in pain. It brought back Kyoutani's awareness of the second problem at hand. ''What did happen to you?'' Kyoutani asks in an attempt to tamper down the excited, happy beating of his heart.

''Oh, this...uh, when I answered your text, I got driven over by a dude on a bicycle,'' you casually drop. It was kind of entertaining to watch his expressions change at an unequaled pace while processing your words. In the end, it settled into something akin to passive-aggressive worry. The way he was immediately fretting over you while cursing and cussing out the bicycle dude was his own way of caring. As you watch him retrieving the food your mother bought, while mumbling about how you're a dumbass for not paying attention to your surroundings, how he'd come over every day until you could go to school again to bring and teach you the stuff you would miss and how he would fucking murder the bicycle idiot if he ever finds out who dared to drive you over, you can't help the smile forming on your lips.

Once again, you are proven that loving him - while occasionally troublesome and demanding - was everything but wrong.

#haikyuu imagine #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #kyoutani x reader #kyoutani x y/n #kyoutani x you #seijoh x reader #aoba josai x reader #mad dog x reader #eeeeh i hope I didn't forget anything #tw jealousy #cw jealousy #????#y/n lowly humming the you kinda smell like a baka sound and he just </3 #deserved though

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rraindrops · 2 years ago

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Dear Lover

Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Dinner

WARNING: SWEAR WORDS, LIGHT 18+ SCENE

Elena stood rooted to the spot, staring at him. She couldn't speak. This wasn't fair, she had no time to prepare for this mentally.

''It's polite to answer someone when they speak to you.'' he restrains a grin seeing how embarrassed she is.

'' I wasn't expecting you here.'' she bites her lip and resists the urge to look away.

''I could say that too, you're supposed to be in Mystic Falls. In the company of the Salvatore brothers if I'm not wrong. '' his lips fix in a straight line.

''Well as you can see I'm here.'' Elena says a bit harsher, annoyed by his words.

''Good'' Elijah says with a satisfied smile. ''I've made reservations for dinner. Will you do me the honour of joining me?'' he leans down so his eyes are level with mine.''

She can't form words. It's clear that she shouldn't accept his offer, he already left her once. But if she listens to her heart she knows she can't resist him.

''Fine.'' Wonderful. Bonnie will kill her. ''But just dinner...right?'' she breathes.

''Of course. Why, is there anything else on your mind?'' he keeps eye contact with an annoyingly hot half smile on his face.

''No, of course not.'' This is so embarrassing. '''Where shall I meet you?'' it is best if she changes the subject.

He takes a card from his inside pocket and holds it out for her. ''Just text me your address, I'm coming for you. Eight o'clock is alright for you?''

''Yeah, sure.'' she replies, really trying to hide how excited she is.

''Perfect. I'll see you later then.'' Elena nods and he starts to back, smoothing down his suit before sliding his hands into his pockets. Their eyes lock for a second. Elijah breaks the eye connection and then turns away. Elena's palms hit her cheeks as she tries to rub some life back into them. She's so screwed.

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Getting into someone's apartment without their knowledge is not the nicest thing to do, Elena knew that. Caroline rarely stays here so Elena just hopes she won't notice the key missing. Hopping into the huge bed she stares at the ceiling for a while. She has nothing to wear. She had no intention of going on a date with Elijah but here they are. Groaning at the sound of her ringing phone she gets up and gets it from her purse. She rolls her eyes when she sees who's calling her.

''Just wait until I find you, I'll drag you back to Mystic Falls. Why don't you make things easier for both of us and come home?'' Typical Damon.

''My answer is a no. I'm a grown-up woman so don't you dare to tell me what to do.'' Elena tries to stay calm, it would've been better if she didn't pick up the phone.

''You don't act like one right now, I only see a twenty-three-year-old child who's being irresponsible. You have one day if you don't come back by then I'll go get you myself.''

''We'll see.'' she snaps back and hangs up. Elena will never get rid of him.

She quickly sends Elijah her address. Slipping her phone back into her bag she looks at the time, five o'clock. She has three hours to get ready and there's still no dress. Opening the wardrobe she prays that Caroline has something here.

Picking out a short black dress she tries it on and heads toward the mirror to see how it looks on her. It's really simple but it still looks great. She gets her hair done and does a light makeup.

Exactly at eight o'clock a shiny black Bentley parks in front of the building. Gathering all her courage she steps out the door and walks toward Elijah. He, as ever, looks stunning in a black three-piece suit, tie perfectly knotted as always.

''Good evening lovely Elena.'' his eyes are sparkling wildly. He takes her hand and kisses the back of it.

''Elijah.'' she smiles, the way he looks at her gives her butterflies. His lovely lips give an almost undetectable smile.

''After you'' he gestures towards the car and opens the door so she can get in. She can safely say that this is the most comfortable seat in which she has ever sat. He slides into the car and pulls hastily away from the kerb.

''I'm actually surprised you invited me to dinner.'' she says glancing at him for a moment.

''That's the least I can do after everything that happened.'' he answers, his eyes still focused on the road. He doesn't have to say out loud what he meant, they both know it.

''Where exactly are we going?''

''To my apartment. I'd rather have dinner in the comfort of my own home.'' Elijah explains. Fantastic. Being with Elijah in a room is not a good sign. Never was. Elena just hopes that she doesn't end up crying.

They're in the car for ten minutes until he pulls into a car park. He lets himself out of the car and makes his way around to her. Opening the door, he holds his hands out to her. His eyes never leaving hers she steps out and his hands slide to her waist. There are only a few inches between their faces and Elena can feel her heart rate speeding up.

''Dinner.'' she whispers and looks away breaking the eye contact.

''Right.'' taking a step back, Elijah repositions his hand to get a better grip on her and pulls her towards the stairwell.

He unlocks his black door and opens it. Standing to the side he lets her step over the threshold. Elena slowly makes her way down the hallway until it opens up into a huge marble-infested living room with a few antique paintings on the wall. Everything is just perfect.

''This place is beautiful.''

''I like being here, it's peaceful. Especially without my siblings.'' he closes the door and takes her hand gently pulling her towards the dining room.

''I can imagine.'' she huffs and takes a seat at the huge table.

''Would you like some wine?'' Elijah asks, removing his jacket he puts it over the back of a chair.

''Yes, please. '' she replies, her gaze on the food served on the table. ''Why did you leave New Orleans?'' Elena was curious why did Elijah leave Klaus behind. Elijah's first priority was always searching for Klaus's redemption.

''It was for the better. He has Hope now, and I thought it would be the best to get away from there for a while.'' he hands her a glass of wine and takes the chair at the other end. Elena knows there's more to it but decides to stay silent.

''I'm more interested about you though. If my memory serves me right you finally managed to choose between the Salvatore's.'' his voice held a hint of sarcasm and Elena exhales a wary breath. Squirming in her chair she tries not to say something she'll regret later.

''Stop.'' she whispers. ''What exactly did you expect from me? You went away without a single word in the first place not me so stop being a jealous asshole.'' her eyes are filled with irritation. He has no right to judge her after everything that happened.

''Language.'' he tells her sternly before he continues. '' If I hadn't left you probably wouldn't be a human right now or worse you'd be dead.'' Elijah explains as he swirls his wine still perfectly calm.

''How noble of you.'' she huffs and takes a sip of her wine. '' And what about me, my feelings? These are just poor excuses for why you left and we both know that. You have no right to judge my actions, if I'm with one of the Salvatore's that's my business and if I want to fuck one of the Salvatore's that's also my business.'' she spits, feeling her blood heat with rage she makes her way towards the door. This was a bad idea, coming here was a bad idea and Bonnie was right again.

Before Elena could react Elijah stood before her. Stupid vampire speed. He's so close to her that's it's impossible not to look into his eyes. They don't say anything for a few seconds before his lips cover her in a long passionate kiss. She accepts it without hesitation as he pushes her against the wall, his hands all over her. A small moan escapes her mouth while she's clasping his shoulders. Pushing his groin into her tummy, his hardness throbs against her and it makes both of them groan from pleasure.

Elijah pushes himself away and he strides away. ''Shit. I shouldn't have brought you here.

''You're right.'' she mumbles trying to hold herself steady. ''I should go.'' she gathers her bag and heads to the door, not looking back

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voxmortuus · 4 years ago

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Silly Crush | POSSIBLE CHAPTER SERIES

Stu Macher x F!Reader

Scream FanFic

TW: Fluff, mild language, heated make-out session

Forgive my writing. It’s been a while.

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Late summer of 1996, just before school starts back up again. The summer fair had come to town, this year it decided to not skip town, the weather was perfect for it! Being the loner you usually steered clear of these things, but you had befriended Tatum and Sidney. It was nice to have friends that you could talk to, to trust, plus the added perks of Stu's flirtatious nature, though you could never bear to tell him that you had a crush on him, you'd be risking your friendship and likely look foolish, there was no way you thought that Stu would be into someone like you... I mean, after all, he was Stu Macher, he and Billy were kind of known around Woodsboro High.

Slipping into your favorite pair of black overalls, one strap off, and slipping on a black crop top and a pair of black LEI black platforms a touch of makeup, and braided your hair into long pigtails, and headed out. Tatum loved your outfit. "We'll meet the guys there, Stu had to do something." Tatum chirped while you hopped into her red Volkswagen bug and takes off down the road. "What did have to do?" You casually ask. "Something with Billy, said they'd show up after, some project they're working on." Sidney chimed in. "Yeah something stupid important." Tatum mocked. With a chuckle, you shake your head and watch out the window.

Getting out of the car after she parked it you three look around and decide to head to the benches waiting for the two boys to arrive. Tatum played with her gum and Sidney reading a book, you sat there, people watching, three unlikely friends, but so far so good, this was going to be good for you, real good, so you hoped, minus the odd guilt of crushing on Tatum's man. Letting out a soft breath, Stu and Billy approach from behind startling their better halves. Stu looks at you and gives you a sweet smile. "Hey Y/N. Glad you made it." It could be he was being nice, but the feeling behind his words was something more. You give a kind smile back and flush slightly. "Me too." Clearing your throat and with a side stare from Tatum and a smile from Sidney the girls hop up and look around.

Without any hesitation Tatum looks a Stu, "It's time for that big blue dog you promised me!" She grinned taking his hand and dragging him away. Sidney looked at Billy, "Ferris Wheel?" with a shrug and a nod. "Sure." Sidney looks at you. "You can come if you'd like." You shake your head and give a smile. "Nah, I'll be good, I'll be here. It's just nice to get out of the house." Sidney nods and pats your shoulder before she and Billy take off to the wheel while you sat there, alone, like always. "I knew this was a bad idea." you tell yourself before letting out a sigh and slump on the bench picking at your glitter nail polish and staring at the ground a bit.

After a few hours had passed Tatum started to feel sick, of course, that's what happens when one inhales two cotton candies and a thing of funnel cake and a corn dog and a diet soda. She looks at you. "Hey, I'm going to head home, thanks for coming with us, Stu is going to take you home if that's alright?" You look at her "Yeah, that's fine. Feel better." You tell her. "Billy, Sidney you ready?" she askes them almost feeling ignored you look down at the ground, your jaw clenches, Sidney touches your shoulder again and the three of them take off. Stu sits next to you and looks ahead of himself. "You know, she doesn't mean to be a bitch all the time." You look up and over at him and arch a brow. "She's not a bitch, just, set in her ways." With a chuckle, he shakes his head. "No need to be polite. She brought you here and ditched you. Personally Bitch move." He stated

Shaking your head you know how people like that can be, you slump a bit more. "Nothing like being a third wheel." you chuckle. "It's alright though, it was nice to get out of the house." you state with a soft voice and maybe some optimism. Looking at you he smiled. "How about I make up for it?" You quickly shake your head and smile. "You don't have to, there's nothing to make up for." Shaking his head again. "I don't think you understand. Let me make it up to you. I don't think I'm giving you much of a choice." Clearing your throat you look down and pick at your nails again and nod your head. "Okay Stu."

Standing up he takes your hand and your whole body gets warm, flushed, and nervous as he takes you to win you that blue dog he botched trying to get for Tatum. "Until I win the big blue one Merve." He tells the man behind the counter. "Anything for you Stu." He chuckles and hands him some baseballs. You watch as he looks at you. "I'm bad at this." He laughs throwing a few, "Not too bad." you reassure him. After a good five minutes, he wins you the large blue dog, smiling you bite your lip taking the dog. "Thank you," you tell the man and then at Stu. "And thank you. I have the perfect spot for him in my room." You beam a smile nuzzling into the dog a bit.

"Next stop!" He takes your hand and takes you to get something to eat. You blush a bit as he took it upon himself to order for you. Taking a seat a the picnic benches Stu looks at you and looks around. "There are a few more stops before we hit the big ending." He nodded to the Ferris wheel. Biting your lip and taking a bite of your burger you look at him and back at the end of the strip and let out a shaky breath. Nerves are going to get the better of you, you know this and grip the large paw of the dog and look at Stu. "Thank you, for all of this so far." He laughed. "Don't thank me until the end." He tells you.

Finishing food he takes you to the water guns, the ball toss and ends up winning you a goldfish, the thunderbolt, and last but not least, you two are standing in line for the Ferris Wheel, your stomach is turning, nerves, the Ferris wheel was a special ride. "We don't have to do this." You tell him. "Nonsense, we're going." He laughs taking your hand and getting into a cart and closes the door. Placing the dog and the bag with the goldfish on the bench across the way Stu decides to sit next to you with his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. Taking in his cheap cologne your eyes close, feeling this odd sense of safety.

The ride takes off and you jump a little and he pulls you closer. "Heights make me uneasy." you tell him, looking down at you. "I'll protect you." He tells you with a cheeky grin and looks around. "Thank you for tonight, I'm glad I came." She smiled. "I'm glad you came too." A few times around the wheel stops, Looking around Stu chuckles. "Uhhh, bad news, we're going to be stuck here for a bit." Your eyes grow wide and you get closer to him and bite your lip harder. Stu holds you petting your head a bet and you look up. "Well I guess, we should talk... I need to distract myself. I'm a horrible friend Stu." You tell him.

With an arched brow, he looks at you, "How so?" you fidget and he looks at you, waiting for you to speak. "I've uhh, I've got this thing for someone, and this someone has someone, and this someone's someone had befriended me this summer and I feel like a bad friend for liking this someone." You state, "Vague... I'm sure Sidney would understand, everyone's got a thing for Billy." He moves away a little bit. Shaking your head you look up at him. "No Stu, I like you, and Tatum would have a cow if she found out." Stu looks at you. "You like me?" He asks you, nodding your head he chuckles and smiles. "I like you." He tells you.

With a nervous laugh, you lean into him and bite on your lip. He looks down at you, and tilts your head up, and presses his lips to yours, his hand resting on the side of your neck as you grip his shirt and press into the kiss a bit more. His tongue dances with yours as the kiss becomes a bit more heated, his hand moves from your neck to your breast gripping it in his hand as the other pulls you closer. He pulls you on top of him and you look over his face, moving your hips a bit and he lets off a soft groan, pulling you closer back into a kiss as his hands rest on your butt pulling you even closer, any closer and you'd melt into him. His hand slips under your shirt playing with the perky bit of flesh and the suppleness of your breast while your fingers play with his hairline.

Tongues dancing together he lifts his hips up into yours. Looking over his face. "We shouldn't do this here, not here, and it's too quick, and I... Stu..." Stu looks at you. "Yeah Y/N?" He askes with a smile. "Do you love Tatum?" You ask him. "I wouldn't call it love, she's annoying, needy, and overly clingy... I offered to take you home, I wanted to tell you I liked you, and was hoping that maybe you'd be my girl." He looked over your face. Hugging him you nuzzle into his neck. "Yes, absolutely. Tatum is going to shit." You chuckle shaking your head. "She will at first, but she'll find someone else to occupy her time." He smirked and places you next to him and fixed your shirt, taking care of you, holding you close.

The wheel starts moving again and when you two get off the wheel, he smiles taking your hand, and escorts you to his car where he then takes you home. "I'll come by tomorrow we'll go see a movie or something. After I tell Tatum see ya." He chuckled planting a kiss on your lips before you get out of the car and make your way inside with your dog and fish. Your mother looks at you. "Well well, looks like you had fun." You smirk big and nod. "Night mum. Love you." You kiss her cheek and rush upstairs. Putting the fish in a bowl and the dog on the foot of the bed you strip down into something comfortable grab your journal and being to write. "Dear Diary, Tonight, was the best night EVER!"

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y0itsbri · 3 years ago

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gallavich week 2021 - day 3 - travel au as always inspo from @ianandmickeygallavich // @gallavichthings

Stuck with You

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Summary: A winter storm strands a desperate-to-return-to-Chicago Ian at the airport with no car. A dark-haired mysterious man in an expensive-looking leather jacket and sunglasses seems to be his only hope. Ian grows suspicious of the man's true intentions as they embark on their road trip with some funky excursions. The two men find what need they most in each other.

"Fiona, I'm literally at the gate. I'm about to board now!" Ian was lying straight out of his ass as he was running through the bustling airport, dragging his bag as fast as the bent-as-all-hell wheels on the suitcase would allow him. He had not, in fact, woken up to his first alarm... or second. Maybe he was running extremely late despite Fiona's near-constant nagging to get there early in case something happens again.

Ian mumbled a quiet "Fuck" as his suitcase's wheel locked up again. He did not have time for this. His huffed cursing was apparently heard by Fiona's supersonic hearing. A woman in white capris glared his way. Okay, maybe it wasn't that quiet.

"Ian!" Fiona's voice rang through his phone. She sounded frantic and exhausted. She had every right to be, but Ian was not in the mood for an early morning guilt trip. "What happened? And you better stop fuckin' lying to me and get your ass-"

"Fi, I gotta go, love you, talk to you later, promise," he mumbled all the formalities as genuinely as he could muster before he hung up. He had tuned his attention into his surroundings and noticed an absurd about of people hovered around the rent-a-car station while the airport gates nearly empty, except for the occasional airport employees trying to reason with irritated passengers.

Sure enough, something did happen, as Fiona would have happily predicted. There was a massive winter storm and all flights had been delayed until further notice. Ian idly walked to his gate just to make sure he wasn't going to miss his plane like he had the day before. The gate was a fuckin' ghost town besides one man in an expensive-looking studded leather jacket and shiny dark hair to match. His eyes were hidden behind a pair of purple sunglasses, despite the fact that they were currently indoors.

Ian instinctively stepped closer to the man to maybe strike up a conversation. It wasn't something he was so fond of doing, but if he was trapped at an airport, he might as well make friends. Anything to distract his anxious thoughts about not making it back to Chicago in time for his interview. He couldn't even look at his phone, knowing Fiona was probably blowing it up right now about how he has to get his shit together. He knows.

In the midst of his inner debate, Ian oh-so-gracefully tripped over a chair -- the wheels of his suitcase coming to a halt, causing the bag to loudly clang against a nearby pole.

The man jumped up with a startle, yanking off his glasses and swiftly reaching into his boot and pulling out a small knife. He slowly took in the fact that there was no threat -- just a giant blushing ginger wincing at the knife pointed his direction.

The man sighed and tucked his knife away, "Shit, I thought you were trying to rob me or something."

Ian eyed a small black backpack tucked behind the man's legs. That bag was sleek and tiny compared to Ian's nightmare of a bag.

"Ain't look like you got much to steal," Ian joked, immediately regretting his decision to be witty after literally just being held at knifepoint. Maybe the mysterious man would appreciate his charm.

The man frowned. Okay, maybe Ian's humor wasn't for everyone.

"And how did you get that knife through security?" Ian asked in attempt to ease the tension a bit.

"None of your damn business." The man retorted shortly, but his eyes lingered over Ian for a moment longer, amused.

"Right." Ian replied after a moment. That was fair. He was a stranger, after all. But there was something about this man that was so intriguing. The man stood nearly half a foot shorter than Ian and clearly had the personality to make up for it. Ian was most definitely not in the mood to almost get stabbed again so he decided to lay off the talking, making an obvious show of adverting his gaze from the gorgeous leather-clad man in front of him.

"Uh.. hey," the man spoke up again as he looked around the terminal. "Did I miss the flight or did everyone just get abducted by aliens or some shit?"

Ian was amused at the aliens bit. Who even was this guy?

"It looks like all flights are delayed. Some freak super-storm coming in, don't want any crashes or anything."

"Buncha pussies," the dark-haired man grumbled as he stood up.

"Where are you going?" Shut up, Ian, shut up shut up shut up.

"Rent-a-car? Is that okay with you?" The guy pulled his bag over his shoulder, but turned his gaze back to Ian.

"Uh, yeah, I mean -- sorry, never mind." Nice going, Ian.

"I'm just busting your balls, man. Just gotta get back to Chicago before the weekend. Can't just sit around like a little bitch and wait for a storm to pass like some people." The enigmatic man teased him.

Ian rolled his eyes, but followed him like a lost puppy. "You're not the only one. I have an interview in Chicago in two days and I really can't miss it." Ian pointed back towards the rent-a-car area when the man didn't question him any further. "Don't think you'll have much luck with that, by the way. They looked almost sold outta cars when I walked past here earlier."

"So you walked past the rent-a-car instead of actually getting one? Real smart, Stumbles."

Ian cringed at the nickname. So much for first impressions. The man pulled out his phone from the tight pocket of his pants and stopped abruptly, Ian almost losing his balance to keep from stumbling into the guy. Again. Ian was literally swept up off his feet by this dude. He had to get himself in control before he lost what remained of his dignity.

"Ey' Dimitri, I need a car." The guy said into the phone. Ian awkwardly waited around. It wasn't like they made any plans of travelling together but they were in the middle of a conversation, he couldn't just leave. It wouldn't be polite. Not that much about this guy was polite to begin with. But they had something going at least. The phone conversation got heated very quickly. Now Ian could very clearly see why he was the type of person to have a knife in arm's reach at any given notice.

"I know you have fuckin' plenty. I'll drop it off next time I see Yevgeny, you know I'm good for it. I gotta job this weekend- It is your fuckin' business when your bitch of a wife- Oh c'mon, you can admit she's a bit of a bitch. Whatever- Or do you wanna tell Svetlana that your incompetent ass is the reason why she ain't getting her payment- or do you plan on paying for that shit? Didn't think so. Black cat. Red one."

There was definitely a lot to unpack and as curious as Ian was, he was definitely not gonna ask... yet.

"Red, you comin'?" The dark-haired man called over his shoulder as he started heading towards the airport's exit.

"Me?" Way to play it cool, Ian.

"No. The other giant ginger standing behind you. Yes, you."

"My name's Ian, by the way."

"Don't care."

"Where are we going?"

"Chicago."

Together but not together, they waited for... Dimitri, maybe? The shorter man beside Ian was tapping around on his phone and hadn't said a word about their plans beyond the simple 'Chicago.'

Right as Ian got the nerve to ask, a sleek black jaguar came to a halt on the street in front of them. Ian only knew a bit about cars because his brother liked fixing them up -- and man, was this a sick car. Lip would be jealous. Ian fought the urge to take a photo of the car -- unsure what the boundaries were in situations like this.

Ian's mystery man sauntered over to the driver's seat, exchanging a loaded handshake before switching places with the driver, who was apparently not Dimitri.

The passenger side window rolled down, revealing a bright red interior. "Coming, princess?"

Ian placed his suitcase in the backseat before hopping in the front himself.

"Do I ever get to know your name, princess?" Ian teased back. But he was genuinely curious.

The guy smirked, "Buckle up. I ain't slowing down for anything." And true to his word, they sped out of the parking lot, earning a few well-deserved horns from cars that they had cut off. Ian cringed.

Ian waited until they were on the interstate to speak again, not wanting to be the cause for an accident with this guy's hectic driving and the snow lightly falling on the road in front of them. Maybe he shouldn't be getting into cars with mysterious strangers. Maybe he should have thought of that before he did, in fact, get into a car with a mysterious stranger.

Ian decided to try again, "Ya know, if you don't tell me your name, I'm just going to start calling you something real stupid, like Bob or Cookie or Raven."

"Raven is actually kinda badass." The man replied, not taking his eyes off the road, but the side of his mouth quirking upward.

This guy was impossible, "Ugh."

"Ya know, you're kind of annoying for a passenger who should be grateful that I'm saving your ass. I could dump you on the side of the road, make you hitch hike all the way to Chicago or wherever the hell you end up. Probably some real weirdos out there wanting to pick up a pretty boy like you."

"Didn't ask to be saved." Ian blushed despite his best efforts to play it cool.

"No? So you were just following me all around the airport, why?" He glanced at Ian this time.

Yeah, he had a point. "Like I said, I got an interview I can't miss. My sister set it up for me and she would actually have my ass if I fucked this up. I'm talking like this-is-the-final-straw." Ian sighed, running his hands up and down his face.

"Hmm. You'll make it. I'm a good driver." He smirked. He lifted his hand off the wheel as if he were about to touch Ian's shoulder or something, but decided against it at the last second.

"Good and fast are not equivalent." Ian's breath hitched.

"Says you." The guy drummed his fingers.

"Says most people. And probably the cops." Ian was not about to spend a night in the slammer.

"Fuck the cops." He said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Yeah."

The conversation died down and a rock ballad lulled over the car's exquisite sound system. Damn, this was a nice car.

"Mickey." The guy murmured, barely audible over the bass.

"What?" Like the mouse?

"My name's Mickey, by the way." He glanced over at Ian.

Oh. "Kinda badass." Ian returned with eye contact a smirk.

Mickey smiled at the road ahead of them.

"Mornin', Sleeping Beauty." Mickey called out from the driver's seat, patting Ian's shoulder. Ian could have sworn Mickey's hand lingered a bit longer than necessary, but maybe he was just reading into the interaction.

Ian must have fallen asleep sometime during the drive, because now they were parking in the parking lot of a diner. Red neon lights highlighted the exterior, giving the place a sultry vibe. Odd vibe for an off-the-road diner, but Ian supposed it could be weirder.

Mickey hopped out of the car and shoved his hands into the pocket in his leather jacket, searching for something.

After a moment, Ian slowly stretched his legs out as he crawled out of the car and found Mickey smoking a cigarette while leaning against the hood of the car. It was picture perfect. Mickey hadn't noticed him emerge yet, so Ian decided to give into his urges as he snapped a picture of the beautiful man in front of him -- all black shadows and glowing red.

Ian closed the car door and Mickey stubbed out his cigarette and led them inside. "Usual table," he said to the hostess, who led them to a table set for two towards the back of the establishment.

Yeah, this was weird. Who the fuck had a 'usual table' at a joint off the highway in the middle of nowhere?

Inside hung the heads of exotic animals that Ian hoped were fake. Once they were sat across from each other, Mickey ordered a short stack of pancakes and Ian ordered a hamburger and fries -- the first thing he saw on the menu.

"So, brunch and tigers? What is this place?" Ian mused, curiosity and now suspicion overtaking him.

"Cool, huh? Got connections." Mickey went back to rearranging the condiments and sugars on their table.

"Mhm." Ian was skeptical, but didn't want to pry. He seemed to be on this guy's good side for now.

Ian spent the better part of their stay just taking in everything around them. The walls were lined with playing cards, posters from bands he's never heard of, bizarre news articles, lights swung and tacked up with a casual precision, literal jewelry and crowns under display cases, and he could've sworn there was sparkles mixed into the red paint covering the walls. It was like a goblin's cave or something.

Occasionally, he would look up at Mickey, who would look away almost instantly -- like he'd been caught in the middle of something. Planning something? Ian couldn't tell if Mickey's cheeks were actually blushing red or if it was just the lighting. Probably for the best because Ian blushed like a motherfucker whenever he held Mickey's eyes for too long.

Luckily, the waitress brought over their food before Ian could say something stupid. Ian's hamburger and fries were places in a classic red boat with black and white checkered paper. The burger was massive and had a flamingo pick placed in the center of it. Mickey's pancakes were covered in bananas, blueberries, and powdered sugar. The waitress also set down a glass elephant bottle filled with, what looked like, maple syrup. The waitress just smiled at them and walked away without another word. This place was strange. And Ian couldn't shake that feeling.

About halfway through eating, Ian had enough of the odd vibes and promptly excused himself to go to the bathroom. He had to get out of here, forgo his luggage in the fancy ass car. He didn't care if he'd have to hitch hike at this point. He washed his hands in the bathroom sink, planning when to make his escape, when the door swung open.

"Ian." Mickey looked genuinely concerned. No stupid nickname. Ian. "What's wrong, man? You looked pretty sick back there. Is it food poisoning? I'll give Anakin a fuckin' piece of my mind if he didn't cook that fuckin' burger. He knows better than to fuck with me." He rattled off.

Ian felt flighty and tried to take off during Mickey's rage-induced ramble but an arm gripped his bicep, stopping him in his tracks.

"Hey, Ian, look at me." That was the problem. Ian couldn't stop looking at him. He would probably do anything he asked. And that was fucking dangerous. He was a stranger with connections. That couldn't lead to anything good.

Ian finally made eye contact and the grip on his arm loosened, gently sliding towards his wrist before falling back to Mickey's side.

"Promise me you won't kill me." Ian blurted out.

Mickey's eyebrows nearly flew off his face, "Kill you? Where the fuck is this coming from? You think I hate you or something?"

"Well, maybe, I don't know. This is weird."

"Maybe." Mickey paused, actually making an effort to see this whole strange situation from Ian's perspective. "But I like weird."

Ian stayed silent.

"I promise I'm not going to kill you. I promise that I'm going to get you back to Chicago for your interview. I promise we're all good, okay?"

The tension in Ian's shoulder's visibly relaxed and he released a breath he didn't know he had been holding. But that confession still doesn't explain this weird excursion.

"Why does everyone here know you?" Ian finally asked, swallowing his nerves.

This was not a conversation for the men's bathroom, but here they were anyways.

Mickey looked a bit embarrassed. "Used to live a few towns over with my ex-wife-"

"Ex-wife?" Ian nearly choked.

"Svetlana. Fuckin' disaster. But I used to come here with my son, Yev, on special occasions when his mom was out. He always loved it -- thought he was the king or some shit."

"Oh."

"Don't see the kid as much anymore, but this place still has the best fuckin' pancakes so we go when we can."

"So this isn't a sting operation to kidnap me?"

Mickey rolled his eyes, "You're an idiot. I actually happen to like you."

"Yeah, me too."

"So glad you like yourself, champ."

"Oh, fuck me." Ian groaned.

"Maybe later." Mickey smiled too sweetly for someone who had just insinuated what they had.

They returned to their table, finishing off what they could. Mickey had insisted he pay for both of their meals -- reparation for nearly giving Ian a heart attack and fleeing off to fucking Mexico or something. The waitress collected their tab and walked away with a wink, "Have fun tonight, boys."

"See ya 'round, Geneva." Mickey called, "Always in my fuckin' business." But Ian could tell it was meant with nothing but fondness.

Mickey held gave a two finger salute to the hostess on his way out before holding the lion-studded doors and turning to face Ian, "We're in this together, yeah?"

"Yeah."

Ian didn't fall asleep in the car this time. Instead, they played the license plate game and carried impersonal conversation in between stops at gas stations and fast food restaurants.

"Books or movies?" Ian read from his phone.

"What kind of fuckin' question is that?"

"From the online list you made me look up!"

"Yeah, because you suck at coming up with questions!"

"Whatever. Books or movies?"

"Movies, duh."

"Aw, c'mon, you don't like books? When was the last time you even read a book?"

Mickey flipped him off, "What about you, smartass? You prefer books over movies?"

"Well, no..."

"Well, exactly."

"Cats or dogs?" Ian asked. "I've never had either, but dogs are cool."

"Yeah, 'cause you act like one."

Ian gasped, mocking an expression of hurt. "I bet you're a dog person, though."

"Yeah, why're you so sure about that?"

"They're all tough and shit."

"I got a cat back home. She's tougher than any dog I know."

"What's her name?"

"Indy."

"Aw, softy."

"It's short for Indica, clearly we're cool."

Ian gave an even more exaggerated "Aww."

"Shut up, next question."

They had missed the worst of the winter storm that had threatened their flight and gotten them in this situation to begin with. It was starting to get dark and while Mickey assured Ian that he could drive through the night, Ian insisted they could stop at a hotel and still make it back before his interview. Truthfully, he didn't want to be involved in a luxury car crash with a maybe Russian mobster. He couldn't pinpoint Mickey, but that's what he had currently decided on.

They had pulled off into the lot of a pink hotel. Mickey had gotten them two rooms, side-by-side. Instead of going up to his room and passing out like Ian had expected, Mickey headed straight towards the hotel bar -- ordering a mojito and a vodka tonic and making friendly talk with the waitress in a very low cut red shirt like they were old friends. Mickey was nothing like Ian expected.

Ian headed up to his room to drop off his suitcase and call Fiona back, sure she was going to disown him right then and there for avoiding her calls all day.

Ian opted against going down to the bar and instead watched reruns on the hotel tv. Alcohol didn't really mix well with his meds and he didn't want a hangover if they were going to be in a car all day tomorrow -- especially a nice car like that. Yeah, he wasn't puking in that anytime soon if he could help it.

He took a long, hot shower, indulging in the hotel's eucalyptus-scented body wash before settling in for the night.

Ian was resting peacefully until he heard a blood-curdling scream next door. Mickey was next door. Mickey.

Ian leapt out of bed, grabbing nothing but his shirt before frantically knocking on Mickey's door. C'mon Mickey, don't be dead. C'mon. C'mon.

Mickey swung open the door rubbing sleep from his eyes, "Ian?"

"Uh, hi. I heard screaming. Just making sure you're not being murdered."

"Shit, yeah. I get night terrors sometimes. I meant to mention that to you, but it must have slipped my mind after a few drinks. Didn't see you down there?"

"I called it an early night," Ian replied guiltily. He felt bad if Mickey was waiting for him. But he didn't know.

"Yeah... anything else?" Mickey looked Ian up and down. Ian was suddenly hyper aware he was standing in front of Mickey in only his boxers.

"Um, no." Ian glanced around nervously.

"Great." Mickey shut the door. Whatever. Ian turned to open his door, but it wouldn't open. He searched his pants for the key card only to be reminded that he was not, in fact, wearing pants. Fucking great indeed.

Ian knocked on Mickey's door again.

"What?" He grumbled with a tooth pick between his teeth. "'m not fuckin' screamin' anymore."

"I locked myself out."

"Of course you did." Mickey rubbed a hand down his face, "You ain't goin' down to the front desk in your underwear and I'm not goin' down there either so it looks like you can either come with me or sleep in the hallway, your choice."

Some choice.

Ian followed Mickey into his room, the same layout as Ian's -- just mirrored. Mickey tossed a blanket at him and then collapsed back into the pillows himself.

Ian tried to make himself comfortable on the ground but all he was going to do was bruise his fuckin' spine and freeze his ass off because apparently Mickey likes to sleep in Antarctica.

"Fuckin' cold." Ian mumbled, cocooned in his one tiny hotel-grade blanket that hardly covered his long body.

Mickey didn't open his eyes, but he lifted the comforter on the bed, "Get in here, Frosty."

Ian hesitated. But he was really fucking cold. He made sure not to touch Mickey at all as he crawled under the covers, laying as still as he could on the edge of the mattress. Mickey sighed and scooted his back into Ian's chest, grabbed Ian's arm, and draped it around his waist. "There."

Ian was still for a moment before settling into the warmth.

"Mickey." He said softly. He wasn't even sure if Mickey had heard him.

"What?"

"Is that your real name? Mickey?"

Mickey sighed, "Mikhailo."

"Hmm. I like Mikhailo. It's like Mick-halo, like you're an angel."

"Baby, you've met me. There ain't nothing good about me. I'm more like the devil."

"Why's that?"

"Dude, I almost knifed you when we first met."

"I had that coming, though."

"Maybe so."

"Is that all?"

"Fuckin' terrorized my neighborhood as a kid."

"Me too, you ain't special. Got anything else?"

"I'm a raging homo."

Ian rolled his eyes. "Me too. Anything else?"

"Can't do enough for my own kid."

Ian was quiet so Mickey continued.

"Svet won't keep him in Chicago where my job is. I don't wanna be the asshole to choose work over my kid, but I can't just up and leave, either."

"Yeah, but it sounds like you visit him a lot. He must know you love him, though. Bet you're a better father than mine."

"Yeah, mine too. Ain't hard to beat. He's a real dick. I don't wanna be anything like that piece of shit."

Ian squeezing his grip around Mickey's waist. "You're not. I'm still betting you're all things good."

"Hmm."

"Guess we'll just have to see."

"Guess so."

A moment passed before Mickey spoke again.

"Go to sleep, stupid."

"Goodnight, Mick-halo."

Ian nestled his head into Mickey's hair, smelling the eucalyptus on his as well. The two not-strangers drifted off together.

Ian woke up after Mickey, who was already packing up his oddly tiny back pack again. And Ian's suitcase. He took a moment to recall last night's events.

"How the fuck did you get that?"

"Morning to you, too." Mickey tossed a prepacked muffin at Ian's half asleep body. "Went to the front desk for a spare key after continental breakfast, duh. Eat up, we're leaving in 10."

Ian groaned and pulled the covers over his head. He felt a weight on the mattress beside him. He peeked from behind the blanket to see that Mickey had sat down and was currently staring at his legs? Ass? Who knew. Turns out 'thighs' was the correct answer as he set his hand on the outer part of Ian's right thigh. Just resting it there for a moment before getting up.

"Fine, we're leaving in 15."

Satisfied, Ian closed his eyes for a few minutes, feeling the ghost of Mickey on his leg. He was so warm. It was like his heart was on fire.

They ended up leaving 10 minutes after Mickey's initial 15 were up. But it wasn't Ian's fault that there was a hold-up at the front desk. Something about a scheduling conflict between a drag show and a speech contest. Hell, Mickey thought they should combine the two events and call it a day.

Back in the car, Mickey had some upbeat indie music playing this morning while they circled around the old town to find a gas station.

"Ya want anything?" Mickey asked before he turned away from the pump and towards the building, patting down his ass to make sure he had his wallet.

Ian was distracted by the patting for a moment before replying. "Uh, maybe a Gatorade or something?"

Mickey tapped the hood of the car twice instead of replying verbally, but the message was received nonetheless.

Ian pulled up the picture he had taken yesterday of Mickey in front of the bizarre diner, moments before he thought he was being hunted for sport. It was beautiful. He was beautiful.

After a moment, the driver's side door swung open, "Whatcha lookin' at, Smiles? Texting your girlfriend?" Mickey teased as he closed the gas tank and hopped in with a coffee balancing in one hand and three different flavors of Gatorade in the other.

"Nothing." Damn, Ian. Like that ain't an obvious lie.

"Ain't nothing, lemme see." Mickey took Ian's phone and dropped the Gatorades on his lap.

"Ouch! Well, thanks -- for these -- but give me my phone back!"

"Is that me?"

No sense in lying now. He was literally looking at it. "Uh, yeah. Thought it looked cool."

"That's dope as fuck, man. Send that shit to me, I wanna post it on my Instagram."

Ian certainly hadn't expected that response. But when had Mickey ever been what he expected?

"I don't have your number." And he wasn't asking for his number like some school girl. Mickey had literally requested he send him something. Ian had no idea why he felt so ridiculously nervous.

"Gimme." Mickey made grabby hands for the phone and began to plug in his number before Ian realized that this definitely counted as distracted driving in a very nice car. "Done."

Done.

The morning and afternoon went by pretty quickly. Mickey sang along to some pop songs while drumming his hands on the steering wheel. Ian took some photos of the inside of the car, earning some light teasing from Mickey. Shut up, this might be my only time in a car worth more than ten grand.

Ian watched the highway and the grass blurring past his window when he suddenly remembered the small notepad and pen he had swiped from Mickey's hotel room.

Mickey looked pretty distracted, so Ian took it out and began to sketch his profile. The man was too beautiful. He couldn't help himself. With a burst of confidence, he added a note to it before ripping the page out and sticking it in the side pocket of Mickey's back pack. If Mickey saw him, he didn't say anything -- for once -- and Ian was glad for that.

They were nearing Illinois state lines, so they had to get into travel specifics. Ian gave him the address to his apartment. Both being Southside, Mickey knew the area well enough that he wouldn't need directions until last minute.

Ian figured now was as good as time as any to ask, "What are you doing in Chicago?"

Mickey made a face like he was thinking about how much he wanted to explain to Ian. "Well, for one, I live there. Second, you've seen my tattoos right?" He held out his knuckles reading FUCK U-UP. Ian nodded and Mickey relaxed one hand back onto the steering wheel before continuing, "Tattoos were a family ritual. I help my brothers on runs when they need it -- those idiots can't plan for shit by themselves. Makes good money though. I also work part-time at this high-end restaurant downtown. Satisfies my sister that I have a legit job. Ain't too bad either. Lotta sketchy shit goes on, though, but they know I'm good to look the other way for a low low price." He grinned.

"Damn, you sure are something," Ian mused.

"Yup yup. What about you hot-shot? What's the whole deal with this interview?"

Ian sighed. "Never finished high school and uh, I have a mood disorder thing so a lot of places won't even consider me. Got fired from my last job for snapping at the dickhead manager --which was well-deserved by the way -- but still stupid. My sister, Fiona, got me this interview with the magazine company she works for -- she thinks I'm so sick like our mother and that if I don't have a job to keep me stable that I'll just fuck off. But the job would be really cool because I've been into photography and shit since like forever. I don't know, it's stupid. But I really just can't stand to let anyone down again, because I am better. They just don't always believe me."

Mickey frowned, and Ian worried he shared too much. But then Mickey rested his hand on Ian's thigh, "Hey, man. That sounds cool. But it's okay to not be okay. Just be honest with me, and I believe you. Promise?"

"Promise."

Ian's apartment was in sight before he knew it. It was starting to get dark out, but he would still be able to get a good night's sleep before his interview in the morning. Mickey's car definitely did not belong in his neighborhood. It stood out like a sore thumb. He couldn't stay for long if he wanted to leave with the car in tact.

Mickey helped Ian get his suitcase out of the backseat and then leaned against the car, watching Ian with a strange look in his eye. Before Ian could ask, Mickey stalked over to him and leaned up, and pressed his lip's against Ian's. He smelled so sweet. It wasn't the eucalyptus shampoo either -- that had long faded. This was just pure Mickey. Mikhailo.

The moment was over too soon and Ian groaned. Mickey gently patted his cheek, "Don't worry, big guy, you ain't gettin' rid of me this easy. I'll see you soon."

"Soon." Ian repeated back, still a bit dazed in the head.

Mickey smirked as he hopped back into the jaguar and sped off to wherever the fuck it is that Mickey goes.

Ian lugged his bag upstairs, unlocked his door, and plopped down on the couch.

Soon.

After texting Fiona one last time, Ian had turned his phone off to avoid any distractions. Giving in to the urge to text Mickey would definitely be a distraction. He needed routine. At least for tonight.

It was a relatively quiet night in terms of activities. He had microwaved a frozen dinner and watched a couple episodes of Schitt's Creek before taking his meds, brushing his teeth, and heading to bed.

No matter how chill of a night he was planning on having, his mind kept racing with thoughts of Mickey with everything he did. That man was so cool and funny and kind, even if he didn't believe it himself. Ian didn't know what exactly had caused such a reign of self-doubt over him, but they would talk about it someday. Ian wanted him to see how good he was. Mickey just brought long-vanished excitement to Ian's life again. He trusted him and cared for him. And he missed him. They had only spent two days together, but Ian couldn't imagine sleeping without him. He drifted off to sleep thinking about what Mickey would look like in his bed with him.

Ian had gotten up at his first alarm for once and arrived to the interview 15 minutes early. He was genuinely passionate about this job so it was easy to turn up his charm. He would hear a call back later that afternoon, but given that he was pretty sure Fiona was sleeping with his would-be boss's boss, he was almost certain he would get the job.

Ian finally turned his phone on when he got home. One message from Fiona -- reminding him of the interview. But more importantly, three from Mickey. He immediately clicked on Mickey's name, absolutely no use in playing it cool anymore. He couldn't get him out of his head.

Mickey (9:27pm): *image attachment*

Mickey (9:27pm): found this in my bag, i wonder how it got there🤔

Mickey (7:32am): good luck at your interview! hope it was worth literally dragging your ass across the country for

Ian smiled.

Ian (10:06am): I have absolutely no idea how that drawing got there. Maybe trolls? 😇

Ian (10:07am): And your luck helped! I think the interviewer liked me :)

Mickey (10:07am): hopefully he didnt like you too much

Ian (10:09am): SHE liked me a very healthy amount.

Mickey (10:10am): gonna keep it that way

Ian (10:12am): 🙄 Oh Mick. Can't be jealous over something you don't have.

Mickey (10:15am): i have you right where i want you dont you worry your pretty little head

Ian (10:17am): So you think I'm pretty is what I'm hearing?

Mickey (10:18am): i think your annoying go away

Ian (10:19am): I thought I couldn't get rid of you that easy?

Mickey (10:19am): changed my fucking mind

Their texting banter came to a halt when Mickey picked up a shift at his legitimate job. Ian unpacked his ratty old suitcase and cleaned up his apartment while he waited for his phone to ring. From the job... from Mickey.

Right when he was switching loads of laundry, his phone rang. It would be a lie if he said he didn't drop everything and run.

It was his new boss him on his new job. He couldn't hold back his grin as he immediately texted Mickey, then Fiona. He was proud of himself.

Fiona called and they chatted about the job -- omitting the part where he assumed she was sleeping with the boss -- and Ian's road trip -- omitting the part where he kissed his once assumed kidnapper -- and then about Fiona's kids and Carl's lately stunt. He was so invested in his little criminal brother that he almost didn't hear the knock at his door.

"Fi, I gotta call you back. I think I have a delivery or something." Ian wasn't expecting anything.

Ian nearly leapt backwards when he cautiously opened his door (there were no damn peepholes in his building) to find Mickey waiting on his doormat with a grin on his face. "Congrats on the job, man!"

"Oh my God. You're here?"

"Yeah, I told you I would see you soon. I'm a man of my word. And I brought cupcakes." Always the unexpected. "Well minus one. I didn't know which apartment was yours and I went to your neighbor's first and he wouldn't tell me where you lived without a fuckin' cupcake. Greedy asshole." He murmured, quietly smiting the old bastard.

"Mickey." Ian smiled, eyes crinkling with it. "You're good. You're so good."

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adventuresinwonderlust · 3 years ago

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Title: Caution to the Wind PART 2

For PART 1 Click HERE

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Warnings: smut, fluff, angst, a lot of first times, tension, Solo/ mutual masturbation (m) (f), mentions of virginity and losing it (friendship pact)

*AUTHORS NOTE: Warnings will update per chapter as things get steamier*

Permanent Tag List: @mochilicious-yoongi @heyimtavia

Rating: 18 and over

You wake to the sun peeking through his curtains, rolling to find Yoongi gone. You stretch your body out before sitting up and looking about for your phone. Yoongi soon enters, coffee in hand, once you send an all is well text to your mother. He hands you the mug with a smile, “Good morning. Did you sleep well?” “Morning. I did, thanks. How about you?” He nods, taking a seat at his desk. “Do you want to talk about last night?” He murmurs. You sip your coffee, shrugging at his question. “Do you?” “I mean, I'm sorry about ruining the kiss. I'll try to control myself more.” “No, it's my fault. I shouldn't have, uh, you know, touched you.” You look away from him, your face heating. “I mean, I understand but also…. it's ok if you did…. or if you wanted to…. uh…. No pressure.” He stutters, scratching at the back of his neck. You can't help but giggle, your nerves kicking in heavily. “Why?” He chuckles. “I'm sorry I'm not laughing at you. I'm just, this is just a bit awkward to talk about.” You reply. He nods, covering his face with his hands. “How can we make it not awkward?” He asks from behind his hands. “Maybe let's not talk about it beforehand. We should just let it happen naturally.” You explain. He lowers his hands, nodding at you. “Ok, you’re right let's just move on then. What do you want to do today?” “Let's just chill out, watch a movie or play a video game. We can head back to my place.” “Ok, well let's do that early. I don't want to hang around here too long.” “Okay, let me just shower and get dressed.” “Same.” He says, jumping up to grab clothes from his dresser to pack.

You watch as he neatly folds his things and places them into his duffle bag. He soon turns to you. “You can shower first Y/N, it'll give me time to get my stuff together.” You smile, grabbing your duffle and heading into the restroom. You exit fully dressed and ready to go, frowning when you hear Yoongi arguing with his mother. “You are never home!” “You never make it so I want to be home!” “How happy then you will be to move out and into the dorms? Finally, away from your terrible mother.” “I’m counting down the days!” He shouts, stomping up the stairs and into the bedroom. You lock eyes and he just shakes his head. “I'll be quick.” He grumbles, heading into the restroom.

You both head down the stairs to leave, Yoongi’s mother in the kitchen staring at you. “Have a good day.” You wave at her. She simply nods, turning away as you both walk out. “You know you don’t have to try so hard. She doesn’t care.” “I’ve known her since I was a little kid. Of course, I have to try. My mother would kill me if she found out I was anything but respectful to your mom.” “My mom loves you Y/N, things have just been tough at home.” “I know Yoongi, you don’t have to explain. I’m sure things will blow over soon enough.” He nods, taking a seat at the bus stop. “I feel bad that she and I have grown so far apart.” He says finally. “Well, you are both pretty prideful. Someone has to give in and say I’m sorry.” “It won’t be her that’s for sure.” “Then it should be you.” He shakes his head at your suggestion. “Maybe one day but just not today.” You nod, not wanting to press anymore, luckily the bus arrives.

You make it to your house and figure out a quick dinner, your mom texting to say she'll be working late. Yoongi, always being the kind guy he is, packs a plate for your mom to eat when she arrives home. You both clean up and head to your room. “Go kart?” You smirk at Yoongi, who nods. “You’re going to lose.” “Whatever, we shall see. Set it up, I’m gonna change into my pajamas.” You instruct, heading into your bathroom to change into a black tank top and sleep shorts. When you emerge, Yoongi is sitting on the rug at the front of the TV, the video game on, cheerful music filling the room. “Ready to lose?” He chuckles, his smile turning into a cough when he looks you over. He hands you a controller and you take a seat next to him.

You smirk to yourself, watching from the corner of your eye as Yoongi eyeballs you, and you wonder to yourself if you will always have this effect on him. “Better keep focus Min.” You tease, getting the one up on him and taking the lead. Your avatar zooms quickly, your heart beating fast, your knuckles aching from how tightly you hold the controller. Soon your avatar passes the finish line, the game whistling to inform you both the level is over. “Woooooo!” You scream, dropping the remote and lifting your arms in the air. Yoongi rolls his eyes, nodding calmly. “Best 2 outta three.” He wagers. “OK but let’s make it interesting.” He scoffs at your remark. “Interesting how?” You feel your body heat. Getting the one up on Yoongi has your core needy. You go to set your terms when your mother bursts through the door, startling you. “Hey, thanks for dinner. I’m going to crash. It was a long day. Try to keep it down ok.” “Yeah mom, sorry.” “Night.” She winks, closing the door.

“What was I saying?” You look back at Yoongi. “You wanted to make things interesting.” “Oh yes! So, since you lost this round, I want your shirt.” You smirk. His brow furrows and he looks down at his t-shirt, laughing nervously. “I’m not wearing anything underneath.” You shrug at his comment and feel your face heat when his Adam’s apple bobs with his hard swallow. He chuckles again and grabs the bottom of his shirt, lifting it up and over his head. He tosses it to you, his gorgeous skin on display, and you drop it in front of you happily. “Next round is mine.” He warns, grabbing his remote. You begin the next round and find yourself hyper focused on winning. Your hands are aching, not as large as Yoongi’s who can grip the control with ease. You squeal excitedly, in the lead. Yoongi grumbles under his breath, “I’m not going to lose this one!” You giggle at his words, taking your eyes away from the screen for a moment. Suddenly, Yoongi’s eyes light up and you whip your head back to the screen to see a computer player shoot a bomb at your avatar, knocking you out of first place. “No!” You whine, watching your avatar spin out of control. Yoongi whoops over and over beside you, his avatar quickly taking the lead. He leans up onto his knees, happily making noises under his breath, his avatar zooming over the finish line. He tosses his controller, throwing his arms up before pointing at you. “Told you I’d win. Take those shorts off.”

You scoff, a fit of adrenaline riddled giggles soon taking over you. You stand, tucking your thumbs into the waistband of your shorts and drop them to the ground, using your foot to kick them over to him. He holds them for a moment in his arms, staring at you in your lacey black thong. You adjust the straps higher up on your full hips, slowly squatting down and sitting on your feet, your ass on full display for him. “Next round is mine.” You point at him. He doesn’t speak, unable to pull his gaze away from your plump behind. His eyes tracing your every outline, making your core burn with desire. “Focus Min, I want to win fair and square.” You say, grabbing the controller and setting up the next round. He grabs his controller, his eyes still taking you in. You’d be lying if you said that having his eyes on you wasn’t the best feeling in the world right now. You felt your arousal push pass your slit, wetting the fabric of your thong. You start the level and chuckle to yourself at the fact that you both are barely putting in an effort.

You see Yoongi's avatar speed up suddenly and so you decide to slow down, letting him win! “Ha,” He exclaims, “I win!” “I guess you do.” You shrug. His excitement soon fades, and He looks over your body again. “Um, well there’s not much to ask for.” He whispers, scratching the back of his neck. “You sure? Maybe you aren’t being creative enough.” You tell him, crawling over and locking lips with his. He moans, melting into the kiss. You pull away briefly to take in his needy look. “Don’t stop." He almost begs, leaning forward to kiss you again. You deepen the kiss, straddling him. Your cunt aching when he swirls his tongue around yours. His hands find purchase at your lower back, his fingertips fiddling with the fabric of your tank. You break the kiss again, “Do you want me to take it off?” His eyes widen and he stutters over what to say but the twitch in his pants give him away.

You sit up a bit at the feeling of his member pressing into you, his cheeks reddening, “I’m sorry.” He whispers. You shake your head, “It’s ok. I like how it feels.” You rock a bit in his lap, watching how his mouth falls open and his grip on your back tightens. “Is this, ok?” You ask in the hopes he’ll say yes, the friction against your yearning sex just what you need. He doesn’t speak, just nods, his hands falling to your hips. He tucks his slender fingers under the straps of your thong, gripping at your flesh before aiding you back and forth across his clothed erection. You mewl at the amazing feeling that slowly builds deep inside you. “Do.... do you like this?” He pants. You nod, moving your hips faster. He lets a soft moan escape and you’re quick to shush him for fear your mother will hear.

He bites his lower lip to keep from being too noisy and you find yourself trying hard to grind against him. You groan annoyed at how difficult it is to keep a good pace on the floor, your knees digging into the rug. “Let’s move to the bed.” You urge, standing. Yoongi hops up and follows you towards the bed. You sit down watching him approach, his erection creating a tent like effect at the front of his jeans. You swallow back you lust for him, rubbing your thighs together. “Do you want to take your jeans off?” He looks down at himself and back at you, his face and neck reddening. “Do you want me to? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” You nod, feeling so overwhelmingly horny that you reach for his belt and begin to undo his pant. “Fuck Y/N.... I.... this has never happened before. I’m freaking out a bit.” “Me too,” You reassure him, “If you want me to stop at any time, just tell me.” He shakes his head, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he watches you tug his jeans down.

“Lie back.” You instruct. Yoongi shakily does as he’s told, groaning when you straddle him again. You moan lustfully at how amazing his clothed manhood feels against your clothed womanhood, so much better than any pillow. You want so badly to wildly grind against him, desperate for release. He has his hands on your thighs, his eyes fixed on you, waiting for your instructions. You lick your lips, an even naughtier thought coming to your mind. You slide back a bit, palming him gently, mewling at how incredible he feels in your hand even clothed. He releases a deep breath, his eyes closing shut at the feeling. “Do you like this?” You question even though you know his answer. He simply nods. Your body shivers at the sounds of his moaning. A surge of needy lust coursing through you. You grip his heavy manhood before nestling yourself into his lap again. You roll your hips into his. “Oh god!” He almost yells. “Shh! Try to be quiet.” You lean in to whisper in his ear. “Pl-please, go faster.” He begs and you nod, moving your hips in quick flicks across his erection.

“Do, do you like this?” He groans. “It’s nice. I like watching you.” You admit. He smiles seductively, wrapping an arm around your waist and flipping you onto your back. “I want you to like it too.” He whispers, shoving his erection into your soaked center. You can't help but hitch forward, dry humping your needy bud into his length. You moan quietly into his ear, reveling in the gentle kisses he traces along your collar bone and neck. Your skin begins to goose at the feeling of his soft lips against your hot skin. Your body burning as it nears your climax. “Yoongiiii, touch me.” You cry out. He stops completely, hovering over you and staring at your face. “Oh, Y/N, I want to, I’m just nervous. Maybe if you don’t mind, we can we try something else? If you don’t like it, we can stop.” “OK, yeah, what did you have in mind?” He bites his lip and you’ve never felt more turned on. “Show me how you make yourself cum.” He whispers. “Are you serious?” You giggle a bit. “Yeah, um, it’s a fantasy of mine. Like I want to see you touch yourself. I'll do it to. If you want to.” He whispers, his eyes fired with lust as he leans in for a kiss. You nod, running your hand into his hair. Your tongues swirling around one another in desperate fury.

“Should I stay lying back?” You ask. Yoongi shrugs. “Are you comfortable this way?” You nod in response. “Ok. I can do whatever.” He explains, leaning back on his heels, still nestled between your legs. You both watch each other. One waiting for the other to make the first move. You bite your lip, dying for release. “Show me your cock.” Yoongi's eyes widen, and he chuckles nervously. “Fuck, that's so hot. I've never heard you talk like that. I'm so horny right now. I want you. I want you so bad. Show me too. Um, I want to see your…uh….” “Pussy.” You finish his sentence. He groans deeply, palming himself with a needy nod. You let out a shaky breath at the sight of him already touching himself. “You’re so beautiful Y/N, do you know that? You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life.” He confesses, gripping your thigh. “Oh Yoongi.” You whimper, leaning forward to plant a kiss on his sweet pout. He takes over the kiss immediately, suckling on your tongue and soon your lips.

You can't take it anymore and reach into his underwear. You wrap your hands around his length, swallowing the desperate whine that leaves his throat. You begin stroking him from root to tip ever so slowly. You’ve watched porn before and had always seen the women in them start this way. You break away from the kiss to look down at his member, never having seen one up close before. He’s long, thick, and veiny. The tip the same pink as his lips. Your mouth hangs open as you watch yourself work and you soak yourself even more. Yoongi looks down also, his breathing erratic, soft moans leaving his kiss swollen pout. “Just like that, that’s so good.” He praises, reaching back to squeeze your ass. You marvel at the sticky pre-cum that spills from his reddening tip, licking your lips when it’s dribbles down onto your hand. “Fuckkkk.... this feels so amazing. You sure this.... is.... your first time doing this?” You nod at his question, your chest filling with pride. “Lie back, Y/N.” He instructs, grabbing his cock from your grasp. You nod, doing as your told and lying back. You release a shuddered breath at the sight of him stroking just his tip. His head falls back and he’s a moaning mess. His chest rises and falls so fast, you wonder if he'll hyperventilate. “Take your thong off Y/N.” You do as your told, bending your knees to your chest to remove the sticky fabric from your saturated core. You chuck the material to the side, parting your legs slowly on either side of a knelt down Yoongi.

“Fuck....she's gorgeous. Sss- So fucking wet. She’s practically glistening.” Yoongi stutters. You bite your lip, lowering a hand to glide your fingers through your slit. “I’m so wet for you.” You pant, grinding against your own hand. He shudders, watching your fingers maneuver through your slick folds. He begins to stroke himself in slowly, his eyes fixed on your core. Your mouth falls open and you widen your legs to give him more of a view. “Oh, fuck Y/N! You’re so wet. Watching you is so fucking hot.” He breathes desperately. You glide a finger through your slit, collecting your juices, and rubbing soft circles on your swollen nub. All the while Yoongi continues stroking the whole of his length, focusing on his tip with quick circular motions. You both moan out loud, unable to keep your eyes off your respective roaming hands.

You begin to pick up speed, rubbing larger circles against your clit, eliciting a long low moan from your lips. “God, Y/N. Watching you is better than any porn,” He whispers, hitching his hips upwards into his clenched fist at the same pace in which your fingers move, “I love watching you. I can’t take my eyes off of you. You’re so gorgeous.” “Ah, Yoongi. I’m so close.” “Shit baby. This feels so good, so fucking good. I’m not going to last much longer either.” You lock eyes with him and soon begin rocking against your fingers. Yoongi tightens his grip around his length and you watch his expression of lust turn to desperation. “Fuck Y/N, I can’t hold it. I’m going to cum baby.” Something about him announcing his climax brings about your own climax. “Yes, cum Yoongi, cum. Cum on my belly. I’m going to cum too.” You mewl, lifting your tank to expose your belly. “Oh, fuck! Really? That so fucking….” He is unable to finish his sentence, your orgasm striking you like a ton of bricks. His eyes widen watching you bite your lip hard to keep from screaming, never having cum so hard in your life. Your back arches, looking up just as Yoongi moans out, spurts of white shooting from his tip onto your expose tummy. You gasp at the amount of fluid one person can produce but at the same you are so turned on by it.

He soon slows his movements, leaning in to kiss you. “That was just, wow. Are you ok?” “Yeah, are you?” Yoongi chuckles at your question, kissing you again. “It was so great.” You both find yourself giggling. “Good thing your mom didn’t pop in, or we’d be dead!” “No shit!” “I made a mess. I’m sorry. Let me grab a towel and I’ll clean all this up.” Yoongi offers, kissing you again. He gets up, tucking himself away, walking towards your bathroom. You look down at your messy belly thinking of how girls in porn love the taste of cum. You swirl your finger in his seed, bringing your hand up to your nose to smell it. The scent is distinct, almost reminding you of cake batter. You drop your hand immediately when you hear Yoongi come out of the restroom with a wet washcloth. “You sure you ok?” He asks again. “Yeah, I’m good. I was just so overcome by like hormones I guess.” “That’s ok. There’s nothing wrong with that. Besides we are supposed to be here to help each other out so don’t feel weird or anything. You can always ask me to you know.” He smirks, wiggling his fingers in front of his face. You slap his arm, laughing out loud. He carefully cleans his mess from your abdomen, folding the towel up and chucking it in your laundry bin. “I think I’m going to shower actually.” You tell him. “Ok sure.” He plops back on the bed. “Wanna join me?” You offer. His eyes pop open and he leans up quickly. “Uh, seriously?” You start heading off to the restroom, turning to face him. “Well? You coming?” He leaps off the bed and runs into the bathroom after you.

#bts smut #yoongi fluff #yoongi smut #suga x you #suga x reader

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runwithwolvcs · 3 years ago

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You Know I'm No Good - nine

prove them right

Warnings: none

I have a happy personality with a heavy soul, it's very tiring.

Waking up the next day, Tallulah was more than confused. She remembered Paul driving her home, but not getting home. She must’ve fallen asleep, but that wouldn’t explain how she got into her house, let alone her bed. There was a throw blanket draped over that she quickly tossed to the side. She was still in her jean shorts and tshirt from the night before, which were the last of her clean clothes from her duffle bag, she groaned out loud, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, her stuff from Seattle still hadn’t arrived. She left her room, and knocked on the door next to hers, Lennas answered, clearly getting ready for work and raised one eyebrow at her half-sister, “Yes?”

“Can I borrow a hoodie, please.” She asked quietly, she's never had to ask to share clothes with anybody before, and only hoped this would go in her favour. Lenna sighed, and opened the door further, nodding her head in the direction of her closet.

Tallulah made quick work of the many hoodies Lenna owned, selecting an oversized red hoodie that had their school name on it. “Thanks, Lenna.”

“No problem. But, I get to borrow that brown flannel you own”

“Deal.” Tallulah agreed, throwing on the hoodie before leaving her to finish getting ready. She walked downstairs to the kitchen where she knew her dad would be, deciding there was no time better than now to ask about the Port Angeles trip with her friends from Seattle. She smiled at him as he looked up when she entered the room, “Good Morning, Tal.”

“Morning Dad.” She chewed her lip, before spitting out nervously, “Can I visit with my friends next friday? They’re going to be in Port Angeles.” she looked at her dad expectantly as he mulled over the idea, before ultimately shaking his head no, “I don’t think that's a good idea, Tally.” She rolled her eyes in annoyance, “What do you mean it's not a good idea!? They’re my friends who I have known since I was a kid! You let me go out with pretty much strangers just last night!” She nearly yelled, she was angry and annoyed that the level of control she had in current life felt like it was at zero. “These same friends that got you into all this trouble are the reason you are not going to see them.”Her dad's voice now raises slightly too, clearly she gets her ability to stay calm from him, or lack of.

“They didn’t get me into anything! I did that myself! Those were my choices. And maybe I shouldn't have. But I did, and now I’m here and you're refusing to let me move past them. It’s not fair!”

“You’re not going, Tally and that's final.” She spoke with such authority that she knew better than to argue.

“Fine!” she fumed, turning on her heels and heading for the front door. Grabbing her car keys as she did so. She slammed the front door as she made her way to her car, climbing in and slamming that door too. She rested her forehead on the steering wheel as she took a few deep breaths to collect herself.

After figuring she was calm enough to drive, she started the engine and pulled away from her house, following random roads with no destination in mind.

Turning right, a mix of stand alone stores came into view, Uley's BookStore amongst them. She could see Paul's blue truck sitting outside of it. She didn’t know exactly why, but she wanted to see him and before she could stop herself she was parking her car next to his and climbing out.

She walked into the store wearily, a small chime alerting that someone had just walked.

She spotted Paul almost immediately as he lifted his head up from his spot at the counter that he was occupying, pen in hand and papers all laid out, ‘Hey, you didn’t tell me you were going to stop by today.” he said, his smile mirroring her own. All anger from 15 minutes prior had left her mind, just from being in his vicinity. “Last minute decision.” Tallulah admitted,

“Do you work here?” she asked as she marveled at the petite shop, its painted a forest green colour with dark wooden bookcases. Some were already lined with books, others were bare. Tallulah assumed those were recently put together. There's a bright red spiral staircase that leads to the second floor in the corner of the room, adjacent to the door she had previously walked through. It felt so cozy and welcoming.

“No. I’m just helping Sam and Emily out.” he said, setting down whatever he had been working on before she had walked in.

“Oh. What do you do then?” she spoke as she continued to look around the store, “Did you build these yourself?” she asked, thoroughly amazed as she looked at him. Paul nodded, “I do lots of things.”

Tallulah tilted her head, clearly looking for more clarification.

“I, uh, fixed up Chief Blacks wheelchair ramp a while back and kind of just stuck with odd jobs like that around the rez. I liked to do something else eventually. When I’m able to settle down.” Paul spoke, watching her as she ran her index finger down the spine of a book. “Settle down?” she asked curiously, looking over her shoulder at him. He nodded in return, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck, “I work for Sam mostly, but I don’t want to be doing that forever.” Tallulah held back the urge to roll her eyes, “Right, his little protection squad he’s got going on.” she turned back to the bookshelf she was looking at, picking a book up off the shelf to read the synopsis. “Is that what they’re calling it these days'' She nodded her head while still looking, “Yeah, and from what I’ve gathered you guys are a real pain in everyones ass.” she teased, thinking about the night before when he had showed up with Sam in the clearing. Paul laughed before saying, “I’ll tell you more about it another day. Can you help me with this?”. Tallulah nodded and walked to him, he was holding a wooden shelf against the wall, but it wasn’t quite centered. They traded places and began to adjust it, stepping back to make sure it was centered before marking the wall so that he could drill the wall studs. She could feel the heat radiating off of him, making her want to be closer than they already were. She shook the thought from her and handed him the shelf before making her way to another bookshelf that had already been set up and filled.

She found a book on Quileute legends that she had yet to hear about and plucked it off the shelf before making her way to the counter and hopping up, and reading the first few pages.

“Here. You’ll like this one.” she heard him say, looking up as he brought a book over to her. She placed the one she was currently holding beside before taking the one from his hands, reading the name out loud, “The Wolves Are Back”, Tallulah looked up at Paul amused, “Very funny.” Paul laughed lightly at her reaction, “You’re the one who wanted to know if there were wolves here,”nudging her teasingly, “And you said there are wolves in the forest!” she exclaimed, “and if a bear could wander close to the rez so could the wolves, plus I heard one earlier this week” she stated, and he nodded his head, no doubt. “You’ll hear them all the time, but they're deep in the woods. They don’t come anywhere near civilization.” he assured.

Tallulah and Paul stayed at the bookshop until dark. The more she got to know him, the more she realized she had misjudged him. They way he talked about his group of friends, especially Sam made her realize just how similar they were. Loyal to a fault.

It also made her realize how she could in fact go visit her friends with just a simple white lie. And sure, she was supposed to be spending her time in LaPush bettering herself, but clearly after what her dad said, they don’t think she can. That she will always be no good. She’s not going to change their opinions of her, so she might as well live up to their expectations of her.

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#paul lahote x oc #paul lahote fanfic #paul lahote #paul lahote imagine #twilight wolf pack #twilight wolves #sam uley #emily young #embry call #jacob black #leah clearwater

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captain-lord-potato · 3 years ago

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SUCKER [R. Sakamaki]

"It was you. You're the entitled bastard who killed my brother."

PROLOGUE

Penny groaned as the old thread slipped out of the eye of the needle once again. Her eyebrows furrowed as she held the cool metal up to her eye and attempted to slide the thread through successfully. She missed the first time, and again the second time. The third time however, the thread began to grow apart, causing the young girl to huff and slam the materials on the ancient drawer beside her.

"Now, now Honey," her mother's voice was smooth as she walked into the room, "don' get angry." She crouched before the skinny girl and caressed her red cheeks as tears welled in her hazel eyes.

"Ma, it ain't working! S'just not fair!" she pouted, sniffling as her mother sighed and stood from her position, turning to look at the attempt Penny had made of sewing her clothes together.

"Do ye want me to finish it for ye?" she sighed as Penny nodded in frustration and hopped off the wooden stool.

"Does that mean I can play with Edgar, Ma?" she asked as a smile embraced her small lips. The older lady merely nodded as she sat in the creaky stool and began to fix Penny's errors.

Her dress was patchy and yellow with a large pocket by her stomach and a pretty sunflower sewn upon it. The white sleeves of the thin dress beneath reached her elbows and the skirts danced beneath the thicker one as she ran in the warm breeze. Her chestnut curls had been tied into a pair of thick plaits, allowing her to see without getting blocked by hair as she hopped over a small pond.

"Edgar!" she shouted, catching the attention of her younger brother who stood utop the grassy hill. He wore a white shirt with muddy, patched trousers. His long chestnut hair had been tied up in a ponytail to keep away from his freckled face. The tall boy grinned and waved towards her.

Penny panted as she hiked up the hill barefooted, she nearly fell (causing Edgar to laugh) before she reached the top and beamed with glee.

"Ma finally let me go!" she exclaimed, causing Edgar to laugh loudly as he pressed his hands to his hips.

"How badly did ye mess up?" he snorted, earning an annoyed grunt from Penny who folded her arms over her chest.

"Where's Shu?" she inquired, glancing over his shoulder curiously.

Shu was their best friend in the whole entire world. He was an older boy who lived in the large mansion concealed within the never-ending woods. He was a cheerful and talented boy who had become very close with the siblings.

"Dunno," Edgar shrugged, "it's jus' been me up 'ere. All by meself!" He grinned.

"Shouldn't we go 'nd look for him?" she asked, her round hazel eyes glazed with worry. Edgar nodded as he turned to face the mouth of the forest.

"Ye sure ye wanna go in there sis? Last time ya nearly wet yerself, ye did." Edgar chortled as he stepped towards the trees, "well, he can't be far, can he?"

"I hope so," Penny replied as she grasped Edgar's outstretched hand and followed him into the forest.

The skinny trees towered above them. The leaves danced beneath the sun's beating rays, causing the rustling to echo throughout the eerie setting. The leaf-smothered floor concealed sticking out branches and any holes, causing Penny to trip ocassionally.

"Stop laughin' at me!" she protested, "It ain't funny!" Her cheeks burned red as she glared at her brother who merely laughed in response.

"Relax Pen, we're totally safe," he assured, "yer just a wuss." Edgar snorted as they stumbled across a thick tree with low branches. A large blanket was laid out beneath it with a small picnic basket awaiting them.

"What's that?" Penny asked nervously, "Do ye think it's dangerous?" Edgar laughed as he stepped towards it.

"I doubt it," he said, turning to glance at her, "ye worry too much, ye do."

"Maybe it's a good thing that one of us is… oh what's the word? The one Shu taught me?"

"Cautious?" a high-pitched voice said from beside her, causing the girl to scream in surprise.

Standing beside her with a giddish grin was Shu. He was holding a shiny red apple which he offered to her, making her smile, forgetting the panic.

"There ye are," Edgar moaned as he sat beside the basket, "am starvin', ain't ye?"

"Yes, I had one of my maids pack us a basket for lunch," Shu informed, "I have checked through and there are no nuts or pineapple, just for your safety Penny." Jolly, Penny gave Shu a tight hug before moving to sit beside her brother with her back against the tree. Shu quickly sat on the other side of Penny and opened the box.

"I actually made something… for the both of you," he added, "as an apology for Mother getting rid of your dog." He pulled out two, knitted, dog teddies which had been stuffed hurriedly. The eyes were wonky and the nose a little to the side. Penny grin as he handed one to her.

"It's perfect!" she beamed, "Isn't it Edgar?"

"S'nice," he grinned, "much better than what Pen can do."

"Hey!"

"Oh shush, don' ye remember ye failed attempt at embroidery?"

"I'm only bad at it 'cause I'm forced to do it!"

"Sure, sure," Edgar winked as he took a bite of an apple and moaned with delight.

"Well, thank you very much Shu," Penny smiled, causing the blonde boy to grin. "I shall name him… Puddles!"

"Puddles is a fantastic name," Shu commented, causing Edgar to snort.

"Well then, mine'll be called Pudge," he announced, "since he's all chubby."

"Edgar, that's mean." Penny protested before taking a small bite out of her apple.

"It ain't mean, s'the truth!"

Yawning, Penny laid with her head upon Shu's shoulder. Her small arms were embracing Puddles tightly as she snored beneath the early-evening sky. The trio had moved so that they were on top of the hill and out of the woods. Away from sight of the villagers but away from the darkness of the forest.

Shu had his arm around Penny as she slept, his cheek pressed against the top of her head. He stared up at the red sky with a sigh.

"Ye'll have to get goin' soon," Edgar began, "won't ye?" Shu nodded glumly as he met Edgar's saddened eyes.

"We'll see each other tomorrow though!" Shu exclaimed, "We'll see each other everyday until I take my father's place and you can move in with me!"

"Yeh, we'll kick yer brothers out too! It'll be you, me an' Pen!" Edgar grinned, "An' one day, Pen and ye'll get married and have babies an'-"

"W-What makes you say that?" Shu's pale face glowed red as Edgar chuckled and rolled back onto the grass.

"Do ye really mean it?" Edgar asked after a while of silence, "Do ye really think that we'll live with ye?"

"Of course!"

"Ye won't forget about us?"

"You're my bestest friends in the whole world," Shu announced, "I'll never forget about you."

"Ye better promise," Edgar stated with teary eyes, "or I'll never forgive ye."

"I promise."

Time flew by and soon enough, Shu had to leave. He sighed sadly as Penny wrapped her arms around him sleepily and leaned her head against his chest. She smiled up at him.

"Can ye teach me new words next time?" she asked with sparkling eyes. Shu grinned.

"I'll even bring you a book," he said before planting a soft kiss on her temple.

"Yay!" she giggled as she stepped away from Shu and squeezed Puddles.

"Look after Puddles and Pudge," Shu chuckled as she nodded.

"I'll give them equal amounts of hugs and kisses!"

"Ew, gross, don't infect Oudge with yer gross germs!" Edgar moaned before shaking Shu's hand with a smile, "We'll see ye tomorrow, right?"

"Of course!" Shu nodded.

"Pinky promise?" Penny asked, extending her short pinky. Shu's long, cold pinky wrapped around hers as he smiled. He planted a kiss to the tip of her finger before turning to leave.

"Bye bye Shu!" Penny smiled before turning to Edgar who shook his head with a smile.

"Aristocrats an' their weird behaviour," he sighed, "let's get home to Ma." He crouched before Penny, allowing her to climb onto his back. He sighed as he hoisted her up. Her arms fell around his neck, both hands holding a paw of the teddies Shu had made.

"I love ye Edgar," she yawned.

"I love ye too Pen."

>>>-_-_-_-_-<<<

"PENNY! WAKE UP!" Edgar screamed as he shook his sister's body aggressively. Plump tears rolled down his cheeks as Penny stirred and sat up. She tightened her hold on Puddles as she tilted her head to the side.

"What's wrong?" she muttered as she rubbed her eyes. Edgar gasped for air as his tears fell. He grasped her shawl and threw it over her shoulders.

"RUN! AS FAST AS YE CAN! DON'T STOP UNTIL YE FIND SHU!" Edgar yelled as he pushed Penny out of their shared bed and towards the door.

"What's wrong?" Panic rose in her voice as he shook her aggressively.

"I love ye Penny," he said, "find Shu. I'll follow after ye, I'll find as much food and supplies as we'll need. Just run." He pulled her into a tight hug as tears fell from his eyes, "I love ye." Hurriedly, he pushed her out the door.

"Run." He urged, watching as she let out a petrified scream.

The entire village was up in flames. Charcoaled bodies lay across the muddy ground and blood-curdling screams sounded from the scared villagers. Cradling Puddles, Penny ran. She didn't care that her bare feet slipped in the mud, she didn't care she was only wearing a torn nightgown. She only cared about getting to safety. She took a quick glance behind her, Edgar was following close behind.

Penny screamed as a pillar fell down. She narrowly dodged it and heard as Edgar groaned. She turned once more. He was right behind her.

"STOP TURNIN'!" he scolded, "JUST RUN PENNY! DON' WORRY ABOUT ME." Sobbing, the girl did as she was told. She darted past the baker who was cradling her burnt child. She rushed past the milkman who was leaning against an unstable wall, gasping for air. She ignored the screams, she ignored the intense heat, she ran.

Finally, she was out of the fire and had made her way up the hill. She panted as she turned and expected to see Edgar there.

"Edgar?" she whispered softly, searching frantically, "Eddie?" Her throat began to close up, causing her to cough violently, "EDGAR!" Her choking sobs were drowned out by the town's cries as she searched frantically for her brother.

"PENNY!" a shout sounded… but it wasn't Edgar. She turned to see Shu running towards her. His pale hands caressed her red face as she cried.

"Shu," she gasped, "where's Edgar? Where is he?" She let out another heart-wrenching sob as Shu began to scan the village. He wrapped his arms around her, shielding her from the horrors of the fire. He rocked her side-to-side as the pair awaited the arrival of their Edgar.

"PENNY!" Edgar's scream could be heard as he darted up the hill, drenched in sweat. She pulled away from Shu and ran towards him, enveloping him in a tight embrace.

"Yer safe!" she wailed as she held him. The boy gulped as he pushed her away.

"I have to save Ma and Pa," he whispered before glancing to Shu, "protect her, no matter what. Meet me by that tree tomorrow." He handed over a basket stacked with food. "I stole them from the pantry, it's all there is." He gasped for air as he hugged Penny one more time, "I'll be back." Leaving a kiss on her head, he darted towards the fire.

"EDGAR!" Shu and Penny shouted in unison. Shu's arms wrapped around her torso, holding her back as she began to run after him. She kicked and struggled against him as she screamed and cried.

"SHU! LET ME GO!"

"STAY HERE!" he yelled back, "I'LL RUN AFTER HIM BUT ONLY IF YOU PROMISE ME YOU'LL STAY HERE!" She took a few deep breaths as the tears fell.

"Okay," she whispered weakly, "hurry. Please."

"I will." With that, the rich boy ran into the roaring flames after Edgar.

"How pathetic." A voice sounded behind her, causing the red-eyed girl to turn in fear. Standing there was a boy who looked the same age as Penny. His dark hair had been slicked back and the eyes protected by his rectangular glasses were a hot magenta. He was presented royally, much like Shu. He smirked at her. "My brother is the future king of my race," he stated, "yet he risks his valuable life to save scum."

"W-Who are ye?" she asked, her voice wavering as she stepped back, squeezing Puddles for dear life.

"Me?" he let out a laugh, "I'm only fixing the future king. No harsh feelings my dear."

His hand moved at the speed of light and wrapped around her throat. The mundane screamed as he lifted her off the ground and applied pressure. He smirked as she squirmed against his strength, her pants for air seemed to encourage him as he squeezed harder.

"You should feel blessed," he spoke, "to die at my hands, the hands of a prince." He let go, letting her fall to her knees. She gasped loudly, holding her throat as she coughed violently. "I wonder how you taste," the boy commented as he grasped her hand and held it to her lips, staring down at her shivering form. "Mother says that I must wait to feast on humans until I'm of age… although, I'm sure she can let this mishaps slide."

His mouth opened, revealing sharp fangs which pierced her bony wrist. She screamed and screamed as he sucked out her blood. A crazed look danced across his features as he grinned at his helpless victim.

"My, my, you taste so sweet," he groaned as he pulled her up, his arm holding her waist to push her against him. His fangs punctured her neck next, sucking the life out of her. She tried to push against him, she tried to escape… but he was too strong.

Eventually her vision faded to darkness and her brain completely shut down. She fell limp, causing Puddles to fall in the mud beside her. The vampire prince groaned as he pulled away, her blood dripped down his chin as he dropped her to the mud.

"What a shame," he sighed, "I wish you'd lasted longer." With that said, he took to the shadows, disappearing just before his brither arrived.

"Penny!" he cried out desperately as he searched around, "I can't find him, I can't find Edgar, I-" he froze on the spot as soon as he saw her lifeless body. Horror and sadness raced through his blood as he took shaky steps towards her, "P-Penny?" He fell to his knees beside her before letting out a blood-curdling scream. Birds flew from the forest, the clouds gathered and began to weep upon the tragedy of the town as Shu Sakamaki clutched his friend's body close to him. "Penny, no…"

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Glancing around again, he considers telling Ichigo his work day might be more fun if he were high, but shrugs instead. "That's fair." At least if Ichigo isn't a hopped up addict, he knows whatever amiability they manage between them isn't just a being friendly toward your dealer type of thing. "I'm not sure what you had, there's a few different things that can be put into a drink, and you mostly just wanted to sleep by the time I got there. Everything at that party was funneled through me at some point though, I can figure out what was there and tell you what it likely was."

He blinks when his question is received that way, before a laugh bubbles out of him. "Next time, maybe." He probably shouldn't laugh, it's got to be a startling realization that you're not sure if you let someone put a needle through you the night before, but Ichigo's reaction is genuinely funny.

He nods slightly, fighting the very possessive urge to make sure that kind of shit is extremely unlikely to ever happen to Ichigo at a party with his crew again. A flash of something cold and serious settles into his expression before it's gone again. "Good. I don't like it when my guys act like that." Enough of his people take him seriously, he could have people keeping an eye on things. But he thinks Ichigo would hate it if he found out.

Amused and somewhat disappointed, Shiro watches that guy sit down. Seems like their verbal foreplay is over.... Maybe now's a good time to go grab that vodka and advil. Except Ichigo starts scrambling around to get rid of the man. Shiro's brows arch as he watches, doubly amused, but also a little relieved he's not the only one enjoying all this talk and thinking about taking it further. When the door opens again almost as soon as the man is finally gone, even he's annoyed by it, turning a mild glare on the man.

He gets up finally, leaving his cooling coffee on the counter and moves to twist the door lock once Ichigo tosses the jacket out to its owner.

white–moon:

Ichigo looks a little distracted all of a sudden and Shiro just barely refrains from looking behind himself to make sure he didn’t miss something. He would have noticed if someone else were in the room with them. “I offer your drug of choice free and you pick vodka and advil; you’re a cheap date.” Not that this is a date, and just so Ichigo doesn’t think it’s an insult, “That’s generally my hangover cure too.”

Now that he’s looking, he can catch the flash of metal when Ichigo says certain words too and it’s driving him a little wild. “Party favor…” He’s genuinely sad he missed that, for a number of reasons. But it’s too well healed to be from the party last night. There’s not enough slur from a swollen tongue when Ichigo talks. “You get any fun party favors last night?” The conversation isn’t helping how badly he’d like to go looking for extra metal right now, though, it’s very likely he’d get too distracted by skin to bother with anything shiny. His near permanent smirk widens to a grin momentarily. “That’s a pretty big claim. We should put it to the test.” It’s feeling a lot like their little roof top escapade was just an appetizer at the moment and Shiro is always hungry for more. He’s so focused on the sexual part of this conversation he almost forgot about the violent part. “Right.” He takes a drink of the coffee he’d completely forgotten about. “A good, long, strenuous fight. You’d be disappointed with anything less. I’d give it to you good.”

He sees the amount of thought Ichigo puts into his answer and kind of appreciates it, the honesty and that it wasn’t quite the quick no he expected it to be. He shrugs. “Yeah, figured.” He’s not sure if he’ll try to get Ichigo to back him up again in the future or not. He’s spur of the moment enough, it might happen, but it might not.

That annoyance is amusing, partly because it doesn’t seem like nothing too terrible happened. “Yeah, I think you might.” He thinks about that question, and remembers being vaguely annoyed about the delay when Ichigo turned around to collect his clothing. He was painful, a little angry, very irritable, and tired. He shakes his head. “Gonna be real honest, my focus wasn’t on that. Did he…? Was that the guy you got your drinks from? I can find out who it was if you want.”

The wheels are turning in Ichigo’s mind, he can see it. But the chime of a customer interrupts them and murder flashes through Shiro’s head, before he stamps that urge out. It’s overkill. And wouldn’t get Ichigo in his pants. He slides back into his chair a little, taking another drink of his coffee, arching a brow slightly when he catches Ichigo stealing a glance at him. It’s kind of dumb how happy that makes him and he makes no effort to keep his good mood from his expression.

He scoffs lightly. He wouldn’t even know what to ask for if he’s being honest. “I want to chase away a hangover, not spend the day high and stuck at work. Besides, I have other things to do today.” He thinks about it though. “I didn’t hate what I had last night.” Not that he has a clue what it was or where it came from. “I wouldn’t take it at another party if I was alone.”

The way Shiro says those words has his stomach tightening with little sparks of want. Except then there’s that question, and Ichigo hesitates. “Uh…” He startles slightly, looking down. “I don’t think so…” He has to try pretty hard to recall, and some of the night was a blur. “No.” But there are a few places he wouldn’t mind getting another. Nothing too much. A nipple, a hip, maybe even his dick under the right circumstances. But not at a party unless the person doing it was very, very sober. Just something fun he could take out once he was bored with it.

He swallows, drops a hand to the counter, and considers coming over it. They’re trading innuendos maybe, but also maybe perfectly serious, and it makes his mouth water. He wants to know where Shiro learned to fight. He doesn’t think he’s ever actually ached to get his mouth on a person.

He’s not sorry he didn’t go. It’s complicated.

But he takes Shiro’s words as confirmation of a sort that he shouldn’t brush it off if a good opportunity presents itself. He shrugs. “I don’t think so, maybe a couple.” He wasn’t paying attention, because it had never occurred to him a guy needed to worry about that. He shakes his head. He’ll figure it out. “Nothing much happened.” It could’ve, but it didn’t.

He’s kind of rushing through the coffee he’s making, ready to send the man on his way. Except, when he hands him his coffee and the man pokes a bill into his tips, he doesn’t go for the door. Ichigo blinks stupidly when he pulls a chair out to sit and starts reading a paper. That’s not going to work. He comes around the counter, plucking the man’s tip from the jar, ushering him up. “You can’t sit, chair’s broken. And we’re closing.” Ichigo pushes the money into the man’s hand, picking up his coffee and his briefcase, nudging them into the man’s hands while he fumbles with his paper and starts sputtering about the time. Ichigo isn’t really the sort to touch people without permission, but the guy isn’t big and he’s in dress shoes, so Ichigo sets a hand against his back and just sort of starts sliding him forward toward the door.

The guy glides all of about six feet before he actually starts moving on his own, clearly irritated but too startled to act on it. Then he’s out the door and Ichigo shuts it. Only then, he realizes they’re alone and he doesn’t know what to say. He goes back around the counter without looking at Shiro. When the door opens again, he slaps both hands down on the counter, heat coasting up the back of his neck and snaps, “Get out!” Ichigo sees a startled coffee cup go flying. But the guy seriously needs to take a hint. And then Ichigo sees the man’s suit jacket on the back of the chair, so he snatches it up and opens the door to toss it to him before slamming it shut again. He might be a little flustered and a lot thinking about getting on top of Shiro.

#blacksun #TSP Activity Check #no worries XD I love it

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