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tamcitrus · 5 years ago

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10 years later.

pairing: Bokuto Koutaro x g/n reader.

genre: angst, aged up characters

word count: 2K ~

prompt: It had been 10 years since your main character last saw their biggest crush. How they both ended up in the same city away from their hometowns makes no sense to them. How do they react and how does the story unfold?

a/n: first time using the prompt of the week! @kingkags I hope you're up for some angst 🌈 and @loneveenas I hope you like what I come up for your potw! 💕

It started with you coming back from abroad after getting your degree. You were outside your country for many years. After your parents' divorce and your break up with some foreign guy, you decided to come back home with your mom. You were in contact with your best friend in Tokyo and you meet her boyfriend, Hinata Shouyou.

"Come on, you have to come with me, you'll have fun and Shou has a lot of hot friends! Just for a while, if you're not vibing with it we can leave. You're sleeping here tonight anyways, so..." she said.

"Will there be alcohol?"

"Yeah, it's a party! They reserved a little restaurant, so it'll be just the team and their friends."

"Ok then we go," you agreed.

And later, you were happy you did.

You met Hinata as soon as you arrived.

"Order whatever you want, y/n! The drinks are on the team!" Hinata said and then he took his girlfriend away.

You walked to the bar and ordered a beer, watching everyone talk and dance. Hinata really had some handsome teammates. Maybe, with a bit of alcohol running through your system, you could talk to one of them.

"I'll take a beer, please 'Samu!" a man said by your side to a guy who seemed to be the bartender.

His voice was familiar. You looked aside to see the guy and gasped. This… couldn't be.

And then, the biggest golden eyes looked at you, and after a minute they showed recognition. And you remembered him too.

"Bokuto-kun?" you asked, just in case your memory betrayed you.

"Y/n? Oh my god, it's you!" he was as loud as you remembered him.

He was going to hug you but stopped to look at you and check if you were ok with it. You smiled at him and tied your arms around his neck. He hugged you tight from your waist.

"I can't believe you're here! How long it's been? Five years?"

"Like ten actually," you laughed. "I… do you play with Hinata?"

"Yeah! Do you know him?" he let you go.

"His girlfriend is my best friend, they invited me," you explained.

“That’s crazy! We live in a small world, right? Did you see the game?”

“No, sorry,” you laughed. “We just got here. But it’s great to see you’re a pro now, it really suits you.”

He guided you to an empty table and told you about how he became pro and how some of his teammates were his rivals back at high school. You told him about your years abroad, and how you decided to come back after a failed relationship.

“Are you living in our old neighborhood?” he said.

“No, we're here in the big city now.”

“Hey hey, Bokkun, we were looking for you! We'll play beer pong, are you in?" a blond guy interrupted your talk. "How about you? Wanna play...?"

"I'm y/n. And yes, I'd like to play," you smiled.

"He's Miya Atsumu. Tsumu this is y/n, an old friend!" Bokuto introduced you to his teammate.

He shook your hand and smiled at you. Then you followed him to the group that was playing.

A two hours and a lot of drinks later, you were drunk. Your friend found you again, sitting in a couch and laughing with Bokuto and Atsumu. She sat by your side to talk to you in the ear. Hinata was holding her hand, still standing.

"Hey, I'm gonna get going, I have something to do," she told you and you laughed.

You were too drunk to think straight and you slowly understood her words.

"Are you ditching me? Sakura?" you said, a bit louder than you intended.

"I can take you to her house later!" a smiling Bokuto offered and then he winked at Hinata.

"That's great, Shouyou will text you my address! Thanks, Bokuto-san! See you later, babe!"

And with a kiss on your cheek your friend left you there. You wanted to say something else but the alcohol in your system didn't allowed you to.

"You can crush in my place, if you want," Bokuto sit closer to you once Atsumu got up to talk to someone. "I don't think they'll end their thing soon, Hinata has a lot of stamina," he laughed.

You nodded and try to get up. Bokuto laughed when you almost trip with your own feet and grabbed your arm to keep you steady.

"Ok, maybe we can get going too, what do you think?"

"Are you sure? I don't want to bust your celebration," you pouted.

"I'm sure, yeah, I'm tired anyway. I'll text Hinata so your friend won't worry, ok? I'mma go say goodbye to the boys and be right back with you!"

He was still the same caring friend from ten years ago. It made your stomach to feel butterflies.

You sat on a chair near the door and you waited for him to come back. You texted Sakura, or at least you tried to, you'll check it in the morning. Bokuto was back in a few minutes and he guided you to his car. The trip was silent but you appreciated it. The cold wind of the night sober you up a bit.

"Thank you for inviting me, Bokuto," you said when you arrived. "You're probably the only person I trust in this city besides Sakura," you laughed.

"No problem. It was crazy to see you there today. Maybe we can finish our talk in the morning," he smiled.He signaled you to wait a minute and you sat on his couch.

He had a nice apartment, there was books everywhere and weights among other training stuff. You didn't remember he was a fan of books in the past.

Bokuto was back, changed, and offered you some clothes for you to change too.

"There's my bedroom, you have a bathroom inside and if you need anything else, I'll be in the couch."

"I can't come back after a decade and take your bed. I'll sleep in the couch."

"Y/n, you had too much alcohol to sleep in a tiny couch. You don't want your body aching with your head tomorrow, trust me," he laughed. "Please, use my bed."

"Ok but if you're uncomfortable, let me know," you said.

You really wanted to stay awake and keep talking to him, but your body thought otherwise. As soon as you got changed and hit the king size bed, you were out.

The next morning you woke up with a horrible headache and the smell of coffee dragging you to consciousness. Bokuto was humming to some pop song that was playing in a low volume.

"Good morning," you said after cleaning yourself up and walking outside the room.

"Hey, y/n, good morning! Do you have a headache? I don't have any medicine for it but I can drive you to your friend's place and we can get some in the way," he was turned with your back at you.

It was surreal. He was there, your childhood best friend, your biggest crush ever, the same you remembered him from many years ago: friendly, selfless, funny, the same black and grey wild hair. And somehow he was even more handsome now.

"I can take the bus there, don't worry about it. Do you need help?"

"All done!" he walked to the table with a tray with two coffees and cookies.

"We can go out next time and I'll pay, in return for last night," you said. "Well, if you want…"

"I have a few free days this week so I'll take your offer," he smiled.

The breakfast was for catching up, again. You felt you could talk to him about your years without seeing each other forever. He talked to you about high school after you left, volleyball and his pro career. And you exchanged numbers. Then, he drove you to Sakura's place. Hinata was still there so they left together.

"I can't believe you left me there last night," you said to your friend when you were alone.

"Hinata told me you and Bokuto knew each other, so I thought you'd be fine, I wasn't gonna leave you with some stranger!" she excused. "And you left with him! What happened?"

"Nothing happened, I was drunk…"

Bokuto texted you later that week and you met again on his free day for dinner.

"Life's pretty much the same but sometimes people recognizes me or stops me in the streets now, that's crazy," he laughed. "What about you?"

"Nothing that interesting. I got my business degree in England and I'm working at my mom's company for now, until I can use my degree here," you took a sip of your wine.

"And your failed relationship?"

"Oh, I thought he was a good guy but it turned out he wasn't," you faked a smile. "I wouldn't say I was in love but I cared about that idiot."

"That's a shame, you were a great person when you lived here and I bet you're even better now," he commented.

"Thanks, Bokuto," you blushed.

I shouldn't let my hopes up, you thought. Surely he has someone in his life after all this time. I shouldn't revive an old feeling.

"Shit, sorry, I have to get this," he said when his phone rang.

"No problem, I'll ask for the dessert while you talk," you smiled and he nodded at you.

You saw each other several times the next two weeks. Every talk, every text, every meeting you had reminded you why you were in love with him. Maybe you never really got over him. Maybe, deep inside, you still loved him.

"I'd say you go for it!" Sakura told you one day. "I never heard that he had a partner and, come on, how could you not brag if you were dating someone like him? We should've seen a picture or something."

"I don't think Hinata would be happy to hear you say that," you laughed and tried to avoid the topic.

"Come on, y/n. You're amazing and he seems to be interested to rebuild your friendship after a decade. Shoot your shot, my friend, don't let the opportunity vanish again."

You sighed and kept drinking with your friend. Maybe next time, you thought.

A week later, you were at Bokuto's place again, having "the afternoon english tea" as he said. You even got him some blends to try.

"You did this every day when you were abroad?" he asked.

"No, not always. I tried to keep my japanese traditions too," you smiled at him.

You watched a movie and shared silly comments in between. The sun was going down when it ended.

"Do you want to order a pizza?" he asked.

"Yeah, that'd be cool," you agreed.

This is it. Now or never.

"Can I talk to you about something? When you finish the call," you said and he nodded.

He grabbed his phone and walked to the fridge to get the number from his favorite pizza shop. Just before he dialed, the doorbell rang. He walked to the door and gasped after he opened it.

"Akaashi!" he sounded happy.

You leaned back to look at the door and saw something that maybe you shouldn't have seen. They were kissing. It was quick and innocent but it was a kiss. You looked at the tv again.

"Y/n is here!" Bokuto said and they were walking inside. "I told you about them, remember?"

"Yes and you texted me about them too," Akaashi softly laughed. He had luggage with him and he left it by the door.

"Y/n, he's Akaashi Keiji. Do you remember him? He was in first year, you met him before you left," Koutaro introduced you.

"Yes, I do, you were Bokuto's teammate! It's nice to see you, Akaashi-kun," you smiled.

"Nice to see you're back, y/n-san. Bokuto told me that you happened to meet at a party, that's a huge coincidence. It sounds like fate."

"I was about to order pizza, did you eat something?" Bokuto asked from the kitchen.

"No but pizza sounds good," he smiled. Then he disappeared inside Bokuto's room.

Fate. Yeah, it was laughing at your expense.

"He looks tired, maybe I should go," you said when you heard the shower.

"It's ok, you can stay!" Bokuto turned around to look at you. "Are you ok, y/n?" he saw your weird expression.

"I have to go, sorry," you grabbed your stuff and walked to the door.

He followed you outside after he told Akaashi he was going out for a second.

"What's wrong?" he asked again.

"I… I'm sorry. I didn't know…" you struggled to explain.

"Is this about Akaashi?"

"No- uhm, well, not exactly. It doesn't matter," you were standing at the entrance of his little house.

"I'm sorry. I should've told you…" he figured out by himself. "We don't… we can't make it super public, he's a writer and his agent…"

"No, it's fine, you don't have to explain. I never asked," you laughed. "Akaashi is a perfect fit for you."

"Yeah, he's… awesome. You're awesome too, I mean it," he hugged you.

"Thanks, Bokuto. And I'm happy for you."

You separated from him and smiled.

"Text me when you have a free day, I'll invite you both to eat," you kissed his cheek. "See you later."

You went to Sakura's apartment that night. After a bottle of wine, you were able to tell her what happened.

"His partner was on a trip. And then… they arrived with me there. And I was about to… I was gonna tell Bokuto maybe I never got over him… and then he was kissing someone…"

"I'm sorry, I was the one that told you to go for it," Sakura felt guilty.

"Nah, that's fine. I… it's been 10 fucking years, there's no way he wouldn't have someone. He's the perfect guy," you laughed.

"Ok, so... There's this guy. Shouyou's teammate…"

"I don't know if I'm interested…"

"Atsumu, that's his name. Shou told me he asked about you the other day, he wants your number."

"Well, tell Hinata that he can give Atsumu my number," you agreed.

"Just have some fun and you'll get over it. Besides, he's still your friend, right?"

"Yeah, he is."

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ashley-ghuleh · 4 years ago

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Chapter 1: A Friend

(Little note, this is waaaay longer then I thought it would be. But I’m pretty happy with it, here’s to just writing to have fun~<3)

In which a Phoenix befriends a Crow. And the roaring Fire is to meet the Icy Sea.

High school for the rich, some think it would be nicer than a middle class school. Nice kids from prestigious families with good standing reputations. Those people are wrong, rich schools are just as bad if not worse than those of anything lower than them.

Rude kids who were living either spoiled lives with parents who gave them everything they’ve ever wanted.

Or kids coming from homes where they feel smothered by the ‘charitable acts’ their family was known for, or how controlling their parents could be.

And then the kids who didn’t have it so rough who rebelled no matter, just wanting to cause trouble for fun, showing up for school properly dressed and disheveling themselves once in the building without a care if a teacher scolded them, though most teachers have given up on this type of student and their stubborness.

But not all students who acted or dressed this way came from a household that was normal or standard for a rich family. Some who did this came from a place like, The Kohle family.

When it came to higher power in a society of nothing but fake suits and dresses.

The Kohle’

A house made of a mother and father like most were, Elizabeth Grace Kohle Heiress to the original bloodline of Kohle, and James Kohle, formally James McKnight though when he married into the family he had taken the Kohle name in place for his given name as to gain further power from the title. This family on the outside looks picture perfect. Seven kids, six boys and one girl, blessed with many children to continue on the family name. Two loving parents to care for the kids and bring their family to greatness. But under the picture of a ‘perfect’ family portrait lies the full unedited truth. Seven kids, six boys and one girl, six prodigal children and one black sheep. It wasn’t easy being the disappointment, but it was a dirty job and somebody had to do it, and that somebody was Marcus Kohle, born fourth before the twins, his father’s only hated child and his mother’s favorite.

Being babied and spoiled by his mother and disregarded or shunned by his father and other siblings his father has turned against him, happened to be what shaped this tiny rebel.

Marcus looked like any normal teenager going into school, but these students wouldn’t know this was his fifth transfer for fighting and being an all around troublemaker.

He walked through the halls remembering the short tour, his school uniform tidy and neat, his hair nicely styled as his mother had done for him before he left that morning, everything in its place.

Until he stepped through the doors, heading right to the locker rooms. Changing into black beat up combat boots and then ruffling up his hair so it hung perfectly a mess, while undoing the buttons on his uniform dress shirt and loosening his tie to hang lazily around his neck. Walking out he strolled with his bag to his locker ready to cause some chaos.

Those feeling suffocated by the bosom of their parent’s cloaked public affection were like Ashley Carter.

The Carter’

This home was built on a steady arranged marriage of two high school sweethearts, David Carter and Adela Guilani now Adela Guilani-Carter. She kept her maiden name so if things got ugly she could easily drop the hyphenated last name of her husband. Two ‘loving’ parents of course, who were blessed with a single gifted daughter.

Being born with birth defects that stunned the two parents had been such a reputation concern, that they announced the birth of their daughter without showing her face. The doctor had said Ocular Albinism didn’t run in the family lineage as far as they could find, it just happened to be a rare occurrence.

Rare she was, Ashley Carter was an oddity in a world of normalcy that her parents tried to force upon her. Once she had hit 14 she didn’t care much anymore.

She was the family disappointment, a disgrace to the family name and she would never be what her parents wanted for an heir or a child.

This torn family dynamic wasn’t lost on most other families, some of them were sympathetic, giving the pale eyed girl a safe place to decompress and feel as though nothing or no one could do anything to her, they couldn’t touch her in these safe havens.

Walking into school, she was in her school uniform of course. Hair tied up in high ponytail and her uniform skirt pulled up some to show off her knees as well as her top two blouse buttons undone and her cherry red converse squeaked softly as she trudged to her locker, another day of torture was all she could think.

But she didn’t know that she was about to make the friend that would fight for her till the end.

Some of her friends met up with her to walk to the lockers, chatting softly as she would adjust her sunglasses, the indoor/outdoor lenses for these ones taking a little longer than usual to switch over.

Ashley looked the same as she did the year prior, but with this new year and being a year older, she had changed her looks a bit, having decided she was done hiding she no longer wore her colored contacts to hide her eyes and the most outrageous part of her new look was her new hair color.

Kids from other classes and her own watched her walk by, chest length hair that was now a bold fiery red, Ashley was tired of hiding, wanting to be seen for the girl she could and would be. This new color caused her ‘poor’ mother to faint and her father to demand her to “Wash it out! Now!” Only for the recently rebellious teen to reply with, “ It’s permanent. And no~”

The colors resembled the many hidden within a burning flame, reds, oranges and even some soft pinks, yellowy oranges, all laid out with the best strategies to make her unnatural hair color look.. Well natural. It made her skin seem paler but brought out the color of her freckles, her eyes though always milky crystal seemed to be brighter in a sense.

Closing in on their destination, Ashley and her friends slowed to see a new student being cornered by the lockers, the red haired girl’s happened to be the one this boy’s back was pressed to. “ Hey! I said to say something funny, you're the new foreign kid right? I bet you got a fucking hilarious voice and accent! Go on skinny, say something!” This teasing voice, that was oh so grating on Ashley’s ears made her groan, it belonged to a boy she hasn’t been able to stand since they met at the age of 10, “ Tommy. Fucking. Wilson.” She grumbled now standing before said boy, a born jock through and through. It was like in the dna for that family or something. He would’ve been handsome if he didn’t act so ugly.

“Ashley Carter~ Finally ready to submit to me and become my girlfriend.” The new student against the locker, snorted with a sharp inhale before snickering. “ She’s way out of your league.” His voice was soft, masculine for a 14 year old boy and oddly feminine in an angelic satisfying way.

The two girls that had been walking with Ashley giggled at the remark and not so much the strange European accent he had and tried to fight around.

Tommy and his two friends looked confused and then shrugged it off. “ I changed my mind, totally thought that you would sound funny but you don’t and honestly..” He narrowed his eyes at the new boy. “ The sound of your voice makes me wanna punch you.” He brought his fist up and Ashley stepped in, smacking Tommy on the back of the head, while he reacted she spoke, glaring down at him. “ If you lay a finger on him, I’ll remind you of what I did when you messed with Cecilia’s lunch and fed her meat. Knowing full well she went vegetarian.” The young jock’s eyes widened at the idea and he straightened himself out and dusted his shirt off. “ Well.. I guess-” “ You're just going to let a girl scare you?” Came the squeaky voice of another boy in Tommy’s little friend group.

Ashley stepped forward putting more heat into her gaze while taking her sunglasses off to show fully the anger in her murky eyes. “ Test your luck punk.” She hissed before the small gaggle of boys and Tommy became legitimately scared and ran off down the hall pushing passed students as they went.

The new boy stood up and sighed, running his hand through his messy hair, “ They didn’t hurt you did they?” Came a sweet soft voice belonging to a beautiful girl only describable as looking like a picture of a blond bombshell girl, the little accessories she wore and her vintage looking makeup were perfect replicas of most early war propaganda posters from the 50s. “ I’m fine thanks..” He said softly trying to not talk too loud, any louder than he was his accent would slip.

“I’m Cecilia, you can call me Cici~” She held out her hand, cocking a brow. He took it and shook it weirdly, clearly uncomfortable.

A tall raven haired girl on Ashley’s other side grinned and gave a tiny two finger wave. “ I’m Lilith. Call me Lili or Li'l.” He nodded at her before looking at Ashley whole nodded at him. “ I’m Ashley. Also the girl who just saved your little tush. What’s your name, new kid?” She asked while getting into her locker and arranging her things and grabbing what she’d need for her class.

He grumbled something under his breath and then sighed through his nose. “ Marcus.. Kohle..” Cecilia jumped and gasped. “ Holy shit! Like the Kohle family from Germany that owns and operates a huge oil rig branch?!?” Groaning the new kid, Marcus, nodded and rubbed his forehead.

“Don’t remind me please.” He sighed, Lilith and Ashley both nudged Cici who shrugged and flailed a bit, “ S-sorry sugar.. Didn’t mean to upset you. So! You guys just moved here right? You're gonna need some friends!” She giggled, smiling brightly. Ashley nodded, “ Yea, and it might as well be us if you're gonna survive in this jungle. Especially if you want to avoid conflict with Tommy.” Marcus grinned and laughed coldly. “ I was doing my best.. Not to hit him.” Lilith nodded.

“Steer clear of him if you can kid, he packs a punch..” Ashley snorted and shut her locker, “ When he can land one. My depth perception is clinically off by birth and can aim a hit better. Tommy couldn’t hit the broad side of a cow with a banjo.” She quipped while looking down slightly at Marcus. “ What class do you have first?” The german boy looked at his curriculum list. “ English li-....” He frowned at the word he was obviously having a hard time with. Cecilia peeked over his shoulder and saw it, “ English literature.. Not to be rude, hun, but I’m guessing your English reading is..” She raised a worried brow and Marcus frowned deeper and flapped his hand back and forth, the three girls looked at each other and nodded. “ It's okay, we’re all in that class with you, so we’ll help you. We’re friends now! So we’re gonna do what friends do best and help each other~” Cecilia giggled, her giggles were infectious and Marcus smiled softly, Ashley looked down at him taking him in for a moment, small and thin as a whip. His hair was messy and was a rich, dark black, it was so dark it had a soft tint of an iridescent shine like crow feathers. His face was sharp, feminine. His skin was almost sickly pale, but his eyes were what stood out to her.

Deep, blue oceanic eyes. They looked tired, obvious by the deep set circles under them, but she found herself feeling like she was falling into a dark blue void, swirling through an angry whirlpool in the temperamental sea. Even with how emotionally exhausted he looked, his eyes held this intense energy to them.

Ripped from her thoughts by her friends, she looked to see if they noticed she had spaced out, Marcus didn’t notice, neither did the girls, Lilith was running her fingers through Marcus’ messy tresses. “ Your hair is so cool.. It reminds me of a crow~” She grinned, the foreign boy nodded his thanks softly. “Oh! Oh! Our little friend group is complete! We’ve got the sassy Italian’s,” She giggled, waving at herself and Lilith, “ I’m Italian too..” Ashley pouted, “ Yes, but now we also have.” She sang that ‘a’ to draw it out while shoving Marcus and Ashley shoulder to shoulder, “ The phoenix and the crow~” The blond bubbled and grinned brightly.

The two looked at each other and then shrugged, “ Works for me. Just don’t be calling me that around others.” He grumbled though wasn’t actually grumpy about it, Ashley nodded, “ I mean I like it but it's a little… Stage name-y? How about something more subtle for general use?”

Marcus looked up at her and immediately spoke before anyone else could. “ Ash.” He stated plainly. “ Phoenix's rise from ashes, reborn into the world. Becoming greater with every rebirth.” He said with a bored tone almost like it was so obvious before adding on, “ Plus it's her name but shortened.. I am foreign but not dumb.”

The girls all laughed and smiled at the boy’s antics, he was going to be a lot of fun to get to know and hang out with. Already each girl held special places in their hearts for this precious kid and wouldn’t let anything happen to him.

“Well gang.. We better get to class before Professor Davidson comes searching for us.” Groaning at the idea they made sure they all had everything including Marcus and went onto class.

Walking down the hallway were four new best friends, and two who would stand up for the other no matter the scenario. Beautiful bonds were made between the Phoenix, and the Crow.

But the two thought, how would the intense Fire handle meeting the Freezing Sea, that’s been raging for centuries?

That’s something they’ll find out together. As they would do so, with many things to come.

#AshleyGhulehWriting #my original characters #Unedited writing I'm just going for it #writing for fun

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wizardessheart-sideb · 4 years ago

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Since I was up so early in the morning, it was hard waking up. Part of me wanted to ask Isabelle to just drag me out of bed, but somehow, I managed to get up and ready. When I got to class, I took my usual spot next to Tsukasa.

“Are you okay?” he asked, a frown on his face.

“Do I look that bad?”

He waited a second too long to answer.

“You look tired.” So it was bad, wasn’t it?

“Yeah, I didn’t get much sleep this morning,” I admitted as I pulled my notebook out. He gave me a sympathetic look, patting my arm. I gave him a soft smile.

“Hopefully you can take a nap after classes,” he suggested.

“I plan on it.” I glanced to the side to see Viggo and Fandamilia’s places empty. Even if Isabelle didn’t like her, she was nice to me and I would give her the benefit of the doubt for now. “Where’s Millie?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t seen her since last night” Tsukasa shrugged. “Maybe she’ll come in later.”

“She probably will,” Clive spoke up from my right. “If she drinks too much, she’ll miss our classes before lunch.” Was… Was this something normal with her? I gave Clive a quizzical look and he deflated a bit. “Fandamilia likes partying. I’m sure she just had too much to drink and she’ll be here by lunch.”

But she didn’t show. I kept waiting for her to come in late. I waited for her to come in after lunch. But she didn’t show up. Normally, I wouldn’t be worried and Clive kept trying to convince me it was fine, that she was probably just nursing a hangover, but it didn’t sit right with me. She’d been so upset last night. Was she okay?

The bell rang, dismissing us. I shoved my things into my bag and hurried back to the dorms, trying to find Fandamilia’s room. As I got to the top floor, there was only one suite that had the door shut. I opened it and immediately heard muffled sobbing. Viggo sat on the ground outside a door, arms folded over his chest. For a moment, he perked up, but then he went back to looking sour.

“Oh. It’s just you,” he said.

“Uh, hi?” I looked at the door behind him. The nameplate read “Fandamilia and Catrina.” So the crying was coming from her room. “Is… Is Fandamilia crying?”

“Yeah,” he answered, rolling his eyes. I moved to knock on the door, but Viggo grabbed my leg. “Hold on. She’s not going to let you in.”

“How do you know?”

“She didn’t let me in.” Again, that awful attitude. What is it with men here?!

“Uh, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we’re different people,” I couldn’t help but snap back. “Maybe she’ll let me in.”

“Aw, you’re being sassy with other men? I’m heartbroken.”

“Huh?!” I turned around to see Zett standing in the doorway, dramatically pretending to faint. “Zett?! What’re you doing here?!” Seriously?! We’re doing this AGAIN?!

“Viggo asked me to bring him some things.” He gave me a smile as he moved towards Viggo, who stood up. “You know, I was going to call you out for having a party without me when you told me what you wanted, but…” His eyes flicked over to Fandamilia’s door.

“You got it though, right?” Viggo asked.

“Of course I did.” Zett reached into his peram and pulled out a couple of bottles of wine. It suddenly clicked.

“Viggo, do you really think this is the right time to give Fandamilia alcohol?” I demanded.

“What else am I supposed to give her?”

“Money to go to therapy?” Zett suggested, folding his arms. “What happened?”

“She got into a fight with her crush and she’s been crying ever since,” Viggo told him. I knew she wasn’t doing that great last night when she stood up for us, but I had no idea she’d be this distraught over what happened.

“Oh, so you’re just going to give her wine until she forgives you?” Zett asked, raising an eyebrow.

“It was someone else,” I told him. He looked like he wanted to die.

“Oh. Uh, still, do you think this is the right thing to do? She’s the one with the drinking problem, right?” Zett said, although he still looked incredibly uncomfortable.

“Look, I’d love to do something else for her, but I can’t. She can’t go to therapy and this is the only thing besides books that I can give her to make her feel better and make her stop crying,” Viggo argued.

“You’re loaded. Just help her pay for sessions,” Zett suggested.

“No, it’s – ugh. I don’t want to air out her trauma, but therapy triggers her,” Viggo said. My heart broke for her. Zett frowned, eyes cast down onto the floor.

“That sucks that she can’t get help,” he said. Viggo sighed and folded his arms against his chest.

“Believe or not, she is. She’s better here than in the Day Class. The Prefects there are so incompetent. Noir and Blanc can help her better than they could,” Viggo told us. They could help? They were more helpful than the Day Class Prefects? Why would the Day Class even be involved with us? “This is just a security blanket for her. She’ll be fine as long as I’m close by,” Viggo said. Zett’s eyes slid over to Fandamilia’s door and he cringed.

“Are you sure about that?” Viggo glared at him and even though it wasn’t directed at me, a shiver ran down my back. Nope. You know what? This wasn’t my problem. I felt bad for Fandamilia but she wasn’t going to be coming out anytime soon and this atmosphere was getting stressful. I slipped out of the room and headed to Tsukasa’s suite. He’d probably want to know what was happening with Fandamilia.

I wandered the halls for a while before finding the suite. Tsukasa was in his kitchen, a plate of cinnamon-sugar toast in front of him. He perked up when our eyes met and he gave me a small wave.

“So, uh, I found Fandamilia. She’s doing bad,” I said, sitting down across from him. He sighed, face scrunching up.

“I was worried about that,” he said.

“Did stuff happen at the Night Cafe after I left with Zeus, or…?” I asked. Tsukasa put his piece of toast down and nodded.

“Yeah. Fandamilia started crying after you two left and she tried to order more drinks and I guess you can guess where it went from there,” he told me. So this has been going on for a while now…

“Is she really that upset over talking back to Zeus? Does she like him that much?”

“I guess. I don’t really know her,” Tsukasa shrugged. “Did you see her?”

“No. I went to her dorm and Viggo was sitting outside it and I could hear her crying from out in the hallway,” I informed him. Tsukasa sadly shook his head as he listened. We stayed and chatted for a bit, both of us resolving to go see Fandamilia later and check on her. I know Viggo was doing what he thought was best, but letting her get drunk wasn’t going to do her any favors.

It was getting late and I headed back to my own suite for dinner. As I approached it, I noticed the door was shut. Huh. I hadn’t seen a closed suite door at all and for some reason, it made me feel apprehensive. But I opened the door and as soon as I did, I could hear yelling coming from the kitchen. It was Isabelle. I didn’t exactly want to eavesdrop, but she made it hard to avoid it.

“You are such a fucking idiot sometimes, I swear!” she shouted at someone. Was she fighting with Aika? Or Dorian? Or someone else?

“I know, I know, Izzy, lay off.” My heart pounded at that voice. He really was just popping up everywhere in my life, wasn’t he? Something possessed me and I peeked into the kitchen. Isabelle was at the stove, hands on her hips, and Zett was at the table, looking sheepish of all things. Isabelle’s magenta eyes met mine and her face softened a bit.

“Ugh. How much did you hear?” she asked.

“Um, just that’s Zett’s an idiot and he knows this,” I replied. Her shoulders slumped a bit, as if a weight was off them. Zett laughed.

“Isabelle’s right to be mad at me, don’t worry about it,” he told me. “But we all make mistakes, right?” Isabelle’s eyes widened and the look on her face was… Well, she looked like she was about to snap.

“Bitch, you tried to sell drugs to a COP. That’s… ugh!” She turned back to the stove, working on something in a bowl. I looked back to Zett, incredulous.

“You did what?”I demanded. Again, he looked sheepish.

“I made a bad business decision and now Viggo’s letting me stay with him until things die down a bit in town,” he said.

“Really? He’s letting you stay with him? He looked pretty mad earlier,” I said.

“Oh yeah, he’s mad, but I asked for a favor instead of him paying me for the errand, so…” He grinned at me, resting his chin on top of his hand. “I guess we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other from here on out.”

“I can’t believe you’re acting so nonchalant about this,” Isabelle spoke up harshly, whipping around to face him. “You’re acting like this is some joke to you.”

“I mean, it is kind of funny I almost sold magic cocaine to a cop,” Zett said. I didn’t know what part of that sentence to address first.

“You’re going to end up getting killed someday if you keep this up,” she said, pointing a batter-covered spatula at him. “You can’t keep doing this.”

“I have a retirement plan, but I’m nowhere near where I want to be,” he said.

“Why have a retirement plan? Do you really think you’re going to live to see thirtyat this rate? It’s a miracle you haven’t already been killed,” Isabelle said.

“Don’t underestimate me, I have-”

“Your ways, I know. To be honest, I don’t think you’re as clever as you think you are, but really, this is more about others. No one in town likes you except maybe that one girl you keep talking about, the one in the cult. Do you really you can keep going on like this here?” she demanded.

“Look, I get it, Isabelle. Can you please lay off me?” Zett’s eyes narrowed and there was a harsh edge to his voice. On one hand, I understood Isabelle’s frustration but on the other hand, she was being a little harsh. But she was right. Zett could easily get himself killed. And it was only because of a favor that he would be safe for however long he was hiding out here.

Jeez. The last couple of days have thrown curve balls at me. Not only was school hard (which I knew), but it felt like everyone was tied to Zett. And I had no idea if that was a good thing or not.

#zett #wizardess heart #wizardess heart fan route #wh

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justkindaoverhereobsessing · 5 years ago

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39 from the fanfic prompt list please!!!!!

Fanfic Prompt List (Again!)

#39: “I love you. I just love her more.”

“Hey, Tony?” Ziva calls.

“Yeah?”

She finds him in the kitchen.

He’s been working all afternoon, giving his very best effort to decorate their almost 7-year-old son’s birthday cake. Ziva watches him for a moment, suppressing a smile when she sees his tongue poking out between his lips. Does that help him concentrate on the task at hand?

Well, what she’s come to say certainly won’t.

“I am pregnant,” she tells him.

He crumples silently to the floor in a dead faint, and Ziva thinks she should have seen this coming.

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When he comes to, he asks if she was joking.

“I was not,” she answers, and this time, she’s close enough to catch his head before it hits the tiles under her feet.

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Tali is none-too-thrilled when they announce that they’re expecting a new bundle of joy.

“Dad, babies cry all the time,” she informs Tony, irritated and determined to convince him what an awful idea this is. “Did anyone ever tell you that? Plus, I didn’t sign up for this—I bet it’s not even going to be all that cute, and it’s going to be loud.”

“Yeah, and we all know you need your beauty sleep, sweetheart,” he teases, unmoved by her arguments.

She whacks him—she’s as strong as Ziva.

At fourteen, she’s old enough to have unshakeable opinions, the most emphatic of which is that having one kid brother is more than enough. “Can I move out before the baby comes, at least?” she tries.

“Sure,” her dad agrees easily. “You just have to come back every night and twice on weekends.”

Tali frowns at him. “You’re not as funny as you think you are.”

He mimics her expression. “And you’re not as grown up as you think you are, baby girl.”

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Tony and Ziva are old enough now that rather than being met with ecstatic surprise when they give people the news, what they get is a number of polite variations on the theme of “oh, how… nice.”

McGee helpfully suggests that Tony get a vasectomy before the baby is born to avoid this happening again later.

“Excuse me?” Tony demands, offended by the very idea. “I’ll have you know that my manhood is in perfect working order and will stay that way until I—”

He stops when Ziva smacks the back of his head.

“What does manhood mean?” their son Adam pipes up curiously, and Ziva leaves Tony to figure out how to answer that one on his own.

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All the pregnancy clothes Ziva can find as her belly grows are meant for younger women. She’s approaching fifty, and a floral romper just doesn’t suit her like it might have twenty-five years ago. She ends up wearing mostly old sweatpants of her own and old sweatshirts of Tony’s. When Tony finds her in front of their bedroom mirror, critically examining her polyester-clad bump, he pauses to watch her.

“You’re still the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen,” he tells her, wearing a smile that makes his eyes crinkle.

Ziva decides the polyester isn’t too bad after all.

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This baby, informally dubbed Tadpole, refuses to cooperate at ultrasound appointments, so going into the last few months, they’re still not sure what they’re having. That means they have to settle on not one name but two. Making the decision requires twice the bickering, twice the disagreements, and twice the competitiveness.

“And just to make sure we’re agreeing on the rules,” Tony reminds Ziva sternly, “this challenge will start with sixty seconds on the clock. Whoever can balance the most spoons on their face without dropping one gets to pick Tadpole’s middle name, right?”

“Right,” Ziva agrees, brandishing a large serving spoon that she’s already selected as her first choice for balancing.

When they’re tied forty-five seconds in, four spoons on each of their faces, Tali walks in to get a glass of water. She observes them for a moment, nonplussed, before shaking her head, throwing her hands up in exasperation, and walking right back out without the drink she came for.

“Do you guys always have to be so weird?” she complains as she goes.

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Ziva’s third pregnancy is more physically uncomfortable than her first two, and she grows bigger at a much faster rate.

One night, she puts her palms on her rounded belly and groans in annoyance, making Tony ask what’s wrong. “I am all blubber. I feel like a fat whale,” she decides.

Her husband disagrees. “I’d say you look more like a cute little cow.”

If not for the saving grace of “cute”, he would be spending tonight on the sofa.

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Tony has always been protective of Ziva, but that reaches new heights when she’s pregnant. She’s nearly due when, crossing the street hand in hand with her husband, disaster strikes. Tony sees rapid movement from the corner of his eye and reacts without stopping to think, yanking Ziva back to the safety of the sidewalk to avoid what he thinks is a vehicle.

There was something coming, as it turns out, but it wasn’t a car. It was a large page from Le Parisien newspaper, carried speedily toward them on a gust of strong wind.

They watch it pass. “I am glad you still have your lightning-fast reflexes, my love,” Ziva says dryly. “We would have been crushed, otherwise.”

“Sarcasm isn’t a good way to thank someone for saving your life, sweet cheeks,” Tony replies, his twitching lips matching hers. He lunges forward to tickle her, and it doesn’t matter if he acted unnecessarily this time. He’ll pull her out of the way of every non-threatening item in Paris if it’ll keep her safe and by his side, giggling like she is now.

They both find it relaxing to stand on the side of a random street in the 8th arrondissement and laugh at each other…

…at least until Ziva pees herself. Oh, the joys of pregnancy.

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In the end, Ziva’s labor is astonishingly short, which is both a blessing and a curse. It’s wonderful because the process is, of course, incredibly painful, and there’s little to be gained by suffering for longer. It’s also a problem, though, because they barely have time to leave Tali and Adam with friends in their hurry to get to the hospital.

Ziva is in such rapidly progressing labor when they arrive that the wheelchair phase gets skipped entirely and they put her straight on a stretcher. Then it’s a race to reach a room before the baby can make its grand entrance in the hall.

As they rush, the doctor can’t make Ziva respond to her instructions, and she turns to Tony instead. “You must convince her not to push yet,” she insists, emphatic.

Not sure Ziva will listen to him, either, Tony passes on the message. “I will push if I want to!” his wife snarls, which is more or less what he expected.

They finally arrive in the delivery room, huffing and puffing—Ziva because she’s in agony, and Tony because he’s not used to exercising this intensely anymore. (He’s getting old.)

Not three minutes later, their third and final baby is born.

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When things are settled again, they’re left alone with their newest family member to bond. “She is so lovely,” Ziva murmurs, mesmerised. Tony can’t agree more. Maybe they didn’t plan for her, and maybe they didn’t expect her, but… her tiny face, fresh and new and hopeful, is something they must have needed.

Later, the exhausted Ziva falls asleep in her hospital bed, and Tony bounces their newborn daughter as he paces the room. “We’ll do our best by you,” he promises the little one softly, “but I don’t think this is one of those times when ‘third time’s the charm’ really applies. I’m afraid you’re stuck with the same clueless parents Tali and Adam have had. If we’ve learned anything from raising them, we’ll probably have forgotten it by the time you’re old enough to benefit from it.”

She feels indescribably tiny in his arms, and he runs a single finger through the hair on her head. There’s a lot of it, and it’s the fairest, most unusual shade of strawberry blonde he’s ever seen. It seems odd, since he, Ziva, Tali, and Adam all have dark hair, but the reddish color seems to suit this sweet Tadpole. Everything about her is light. “You’re just the prettiest thing, aren’t you?” he coos.

He hears a tired, croaky laugh, and he looks up to see Ziva observing them. “There is nothing I need to be jealous for, is there?” she teases hoarsely, watching the pair with groggy affection.

“I’m afraid there is, actually,” Tony answers grimly. He sits down in his chair next to the bed and leans over the baby to kiss Ziva’s forehead. “I love you. I just love her more.”

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Tali surprises everyone by bursting into joyful tears upon meeting her brand new baby sister.

“I thought you didn’t want another sibling,” Tony recalls. (His heart aches a little at the sight of her tears, though, no matter their cause.)

“I was on my period when you told me!” she protests, her chin still trembling. “You can’t hold that against me!”

Her dad isn’t sure what to say to that, but, careful not to jostle the baby Tali’s holding, he wraps her in a tight side hug.

“Alright, Tali-Tee,” he agrees, kissing her temple. “I won’t.”

He can’t hold anything against her, and he already knows it’ll be exactly the same with the new baby.

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It takes them a week to name the little girl, and when they finally do, it’s during a midnight feeding.

Ziva strokes the baby’s hair as she nurses. “Did you know that traditionally, Hebrew names are considered prophecies? People often choose names of people they respect, or virtues they hope their children will embody.”

Tony snuggles in closer to the two of them and rests his chin lightly on Ziva’s shoulder. “Well, what do we want for her?”

Ziva smiles. “The same things we want for Tali and Adam.”

“And those would be?”

“Joy, I think. A life full of love and with as little pain as possible—a stable life.”

Tony nods, thinking about that. He reaches over to the bedside table where a well-loved name book rests, and he thumbs through it for a moment.

“What are you looking for?”

He holds up a finger, and it doesn’t take long to be ready. “I was remembering a few Hebrew names that I thought would fit that theme. Here’s what I’ve got: Rena, meaning joy, Ora, meaning light, and Tova, meaning good. Any of those sound right to you?”

Ziva glances from Tony to the baby and back, and then she shrugs, taking care not to make the baby unlatch. “I think they are all nice. You should choose.”

“Me? Why?”

He seems surprised enough that she laughs quietly; it’s a sweet sound. “I am the one who named Tali, and you did not have any input. We named Adam together. Now you can choose.”

Something soft about him grows softer, and he kisses the heads of both wife and daughter. “Are you sure?”

“I am.”

“In that case, maybe… Ora. I want her to have a life full of light, you know?”

“I think it suits her.”

“Ora it is, then.”

When Ora is done nursing, he tells Ziva to stay where she is and let him return the baby to her crib. He places the newborn gently on her miniature mattress, watches her fondly for a moment, then leaves.

Instead of going straight back to Ziva, though, he checks up on the other two. Tali is, as usual, barely visible under a vast mound of blankets; her feet are sticking out, however, so, shaking his head, Tony tucks them back in. Adam, on the other hand, is curled in a tiny ball, both little fists clenched in the fur of a stuffed buffalo someone gifted him on their last trip to the United States. Tony tucks him in again, too, because his heart is very full tonight.

He returns to bed, thinking about the meaning of his new daughter’s name: light. They’re all living a life full of that now, aren’t they? Things are happy, and easy, and they haven’t always been.

He can’t stay up long, exhausted as he is, but when he curls against the curve of Ziva’s back and goes to sleep, it’s with a faint smile on his face.

#oooooooops i did it again #i took a normal prompt and turned it into a baby/kid fic #they just make me so soft inside #thank you coffeedepablo for the ask!!!!! sorry i'm sending you something that's way too long to be a drabble #and sorry it's more tivali + fam than just tiva #i got carried away #if you send me another ask i swear there will be no children involved lmao #did i spend a solid hour scouring name sites trying to figure out wtf tiva might name a kid after running out of Important Dead People #yes i did and i'm STILL NOT CERTAIN #ncis #ncis fanfiction #tiva #tivali #tony dinozzo #ziva david #tali david dinozzo #plus a couple of extra kids

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villainau · 7 years ago

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both aus / general

very soft hair when it’s not styled but you can’t touch it unless you’ve caught him when he’s sleepy and/or just waking up because you will be assassinated

his uncle’s surname is trumble so tbh valeska probably wasn’t lila’s real surname. she’d have changed it to sound more “exotic” in the circus. but let’s thank god for that and the fact that the twins are valeskas

doesn’t tend to lie because he’s more the “cruel honesty” type, but is a very good liar when he does - not as good as jeremiah because lying was always jeremiah’s forte, but jerome can easily put on an act or think up a story on the spot with enough detail to make it convincing

can easily go days without sleeping, and when he does fall asleep it’s only in his actual bed like 40% of the time

throws all of his red clothes in with jeremiah’s white clothes for washing constantly

swears so often. can easily say “fucking” twice in one sentence and throws one use of “shit” in there for good measure

no short sleeves outside ever. in private maybe, but not for long

his favourite colour is red, but he actually kinda likes pink too, especially hot pink

his first word was “miah”

villain au

lowkey hates being touched from behind e.g. pats on the back, a hand on his shoulder, etc, especially unexpectedly (and just hates the feeling of being snuck up on in general). he’ll stiffen like hell and the only people who can get away with it without him reflexively whacking their hands off of him are jeremiah and bruce, but they tend not to do it anyway because they can tell he doesn’t like it

absolutely had a super embarrassing doodle of a heart in his diary with “j + b” inside it, along with some v crude scribbles of things like him and bruce holding hands and them stabbing someone

Scary Kinks tbh. knives, pain (both others’ and his), blood, whatever, he has very little sense of limits. he is honestly not above even sticking a gun in your mouth if that’s what he’s feelin’. he’s only done that with bruce once, during the rebellious phase and the early days of the physical stuff, when he was still pushing limits and seeing how far bruce was really willing to go here and there weren’t a ton of Romo Feelings involved; he’d straddled bruce on a chair and he put the barrel of a pistol to bruce’s mouth, expecting nervousness or panic or some kind of reaction along those lines - but bruce just maintained steady eye contact and opened his mouth slightly, with no fear and watching him right back, which basically resulted in jerome thinking oh and yep, brucie’s something alright, grinning and throwing the gun off to the side to be ignored while they got on with Things. he wouldn’t do that with bruce anymore though - as dangerous as their lives generally are and as much as he loves that, he’s far less willing to go carelessly pointing loaded guns at bruce himself these days

does not like being tied up during NSFW Activities because he hates feeling confined/trapped and not being able to move his arms and not feeling in control because it’s too vulnerable, but bruce being tied up is Another Matter Entirely

lowkey praise kink. will either tell you to shut up or find Ways to distract you from talking if you actually try it, but is secretly kinda into it because he requires positive feedback in Most Things

identifies as bi but really couldn’t give a flying fuck about gender. if you’re fun and you can give him a good time, the rest is background noise

is annoyed when people are taller than him, so he avoids standing directly next to people who are too often (but on the other hand really likes standing next to shorter people because he likes to make it obvious that he Wins)

takes the fact that jonathan is the only person in the team taller than him as a personal threat. once idly mused to him about the possibility of sawing off his feet so he could be superior and just got a very deadpan try it. look and decided “…….maybe some other time”. it was probably a joke anyway. like 90%.

despite having a boyfriend who wears black almost exclusively, he pretty much never wears black himself. he’ll occasionally wear dark suits or one item of black clothing or whatever, but he always has something in his outfit with colour and tends to go for brightness over anything else

sends awful memes in the team group chat at 3am and no one thinks they’re funny except him and jervis. sometimes ivy does, and she occasionally sends a nice response even if she doesn’t just to be polite, but other times they are just Too Bad even for her

does also pm ivy Nice Things that remind him of her though, and these she does like. he also sends her random pictures of animals and flowers w captions like “is it just me or does this beanstalk kinda look like jonathan” and she can’t help giggling a lil at some of them and then feeling bad for it

master of the ironic “UWU” and “OWO” emojis and everyone else hates it

him and jervis are the only people jonathan actually responds to on the phone (other people can call him but he’ll just silently listen to what you have to say and then hang up, so it’s in the air whether he even heard you or not) and he finds it disproportionately funny that jonathan once answered the phone with “whomst.” instead of “hello”

he never self-harmed in the sense of cutting, but he also doesn’t have the same reservations about causing himself pain that others do, so he’s done things like put out cigarettes on his wrists/hands, test the sharpness of knives on himself, etc. and physical pain can be something of a release for him

generally fearless, but he was genuinely scared of his mother, uncle and the men his mother had over - killing lila and zach helped with a lot of this and made him feel like he’d won. he still gets a little on edge when someone reminds him of them in speech/appearance/personality, but he’s more likely to use it as an opportunity to prove to himself that he has power over the memory of lila/zach and that they can’t hurt him anymore by getting one over on the person in question too

in the very early stages of the abuse, he coped with it by believing that his mother loved him no matter what and clung to the hope that it would all stop one day and she’d sober up and love him properly. it sinking in that she didn’t love him at all and that it was never going to change was one of the things that ended up contributing to his eventual psychotic break

what is a stable self-esteem? jerome doesn’t know. can go from calling himself garbage to calling himself a god in .0002 seconds

tried to strangle an arkham therapist once because she brought up his childhood abuse and kept pushing him to talk about it and he just lost it. after that, all attempts at therapy for him were dropped

has an uncomfortable amount of knowledge about how to set broken bones and put in dislocated joints because there were times in the circus when things got really really bad and he should have gotten hospital treatment, but obviously nobody would have taken him, so he had to learn to do even the serious shit himself. early on, he came dangerously close to seriously fucking himself up and making his injuries worse more than once thanks to his amateur first attempts at fixing them

people in the circus were kinda-sorta aware of what went on with his mother, but basically just didn’t care; it wasn’t their business

touch-starved. one of the reasons he reacts so strongly the times when bruce is super gentle with him is because literally no one has ever just touched him softly before (and generally he isn’t used to being touched at all without pain immediately following) so at first it’s almost too much

generally isn’t affected by his facial scars and isn’t self-conscious about them at all, but is very used to other people finding them scary/unpleasant so was genuinely thrown off-balance the first time bruce traced them and called him beautiful

surprisingly, he can actually cook - he had to make his own food a lot in the circus when he was younger, it was either that or scrounge from the circus food stalls, bc lila sure as hell wasn’t making him meals - he just chooses not to anymore because, frankly, he can’t be bothered

he and bruce don’t really ever say “i love you” in so many words. they know what they have going on, so why would they need to verbalise it all the time when they already know it’s there? jerome’s really not into that kind of thing anyway, and honestly bruce isn’t the most emotionally open person either. bruce was the first of them to acknowledge and accept how he felt, and never denied it when asked by someone else, but he knows jerome and his background and thus never said it first in order to avoid pushing him into territory that may be uncomfortable for him. but the first time either of them said the words to the other, it came, surprisingly, from jerome, spur-of-the-moment - one of the nights he spends in the city with bruce alone, doing the dark shit they do. at one point, bruce slit a man’s throat in a particularly vicious way; jerome was at his shoulder, watching how he did it, and it came out without him really meaning it to: “god, i fucking love you.” bruce might not need to hear it, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t feel good when he does - he made sure jerome had no chance of trying to play it off as a joke by turning around and promptly distracting him with a kiss. ...blood-covered and all.

has some experience with sleeping rough because sometimes lila would just kick him out because she didn’t want to see him that night, so he had to crash with someone else in the circus if they took pity on him or find somewhere else on the grounds/surrounding streets. he’d venture back a couple of days later when he knew she was out, and she’d come back and see he was there - she wouldn’t say anything and would basically just blank him, and that was the cue that he was safe to say

used to cry a lot and got called a crybaby by other kids in the circus when he was very young. over time, he taught himself to laugh whenever he felt like crying, and it got to the point where it was just an ingrained thing, so instead of breaking down and crying, he would get half-involuntary laughing fits instead. he got into a mindset of “everything is hilarious if you just think about it for long enough” as another coping method, because why should he be sad when everything in the world and everything that is happening to him is so damn funny?

doesn’t happen often, but very occasionally he sleep-talks and says some weird shit and bruce is just like “……..Alright.” he never remembers this in the morning

sleeping position varies depending on the time period. he’s either curled up on the very edge of the bed and taking up as little space as possible without falling off, or he’s sprawled out over the entire thing, and there’s no in-between. the ‘taking up no space’ thing is left over from childhood, but bruce notices this and the longer he’s with bruce and the more comfortable he gets with him (and the more it sinks in that, no, there will not be Consequences if he just lets himself relax - because he does a great job most of the time of not showing any vulnerability over his childhood, but when it comes to night-time and sleeping with someone else there, old habits and fears kick in a little at first), the more he just becomes The Most Fidgety Sleeper Ever. bruce gets smacked awake by his arm in his face a few times, but he has figured out a Solution - if he intertwines his fingers with jerome’s or shifts jerome’s arm down to his waist or something, jerome will just latch onto him in his sleep because warmth. no mentions of this in the morning allowed though, and he was definitely not cuddling, never call it that, he can’t control what he does when he’s asleep, BRUCE

still has nightmares sometimes - nights are when he’s at his most vulnerable basically, so bruce knows damn well that jerome letting him see that side of him is a gesture of trust

is lowkey intimidated by ecco because that girl picked his ass up when he was unconscious and dead weight, so she could absolutely pick him up while he’s fully awake, and that’s just too much strength for such a tiny woman. he will never admit this. tries to scare her instead because he has a reputation to uphold and is eternally annoyed about the fact that she doesn’t seem at all affected (but he’s convinced that she’s just hiding her fear really well)

high school au

climbs through bruce’s window a lot unnecessarily because he doesn’t want alfred to open the door. alfred usually finds out he’s there anyway, so he would be perfectly fine just going to bruce’s house the normal way, but he likes to pretend that he’s being sneaky and thus cool

watches a lot of stand-up comedy but is also the world’s worst critic and constantly makes comments about how he “could have made that joke better” or “there was a better way to word that”, which is what originally kickstarts the idea of going into comedy himself

………hm………. concept………. jerome w a pierced tongue………

watched twilight “ironically”. team edward if he had to choose, but thinks both edward and jacob are idiots and will get into an argument about this. will also legitimately debate about vampires vs werewolves. thinks that there should have been a big bloody fight at the end where everyone died, because if there is no violence/gore it’s a shit movie, this is a non-negotiable rule of his

has a fondness for gross/creepy creatures. he’s not at all scared of spiders and will kidnap the bigger ones in glasses and attempt to keep them until jeremiah (and later bruce) makes him put it outside. he’ll straight-up pick up a spider and let it run across his hands while other people scream about it

before bruce and elijah come along and before things start to change, he’s essentially living for jeremiah. if it weren’t for the fact that he has to look out for jeremiah and would never leave him in that environment alone and the fact that they promised each other they would always be there for each other no matter what, jerome’s lack of self-preservation would be a lot worse than it is bc without that to keep him tied to something he just wouldn’t care

when they were very little, the twins had a habit of sneaking into each other’s beds to sleep at night, usually after it had been a bad day with their mother and something had happened. they grew out of it when they got a little older, especially jerome once he stopped being so open with vulnerability/affection, but it was still a comfort that they slept near each other thanks to their caravan being too small for anything else so they knew the other was close-by. once jerome developed a habit of sneaking out at nights, this was also how jeremiah would often hear him leaving or would wake up and immediately notice he was gone

no one will play mario kart with him anymore because he gets ridiculously competitive and ruthless and he has no honour. he will shove you off of your seat so he can overtake you while you’re still getting up.

the only people who can tell him and jeremiah apart by voice alone are bruce and elijah. if anyone else calls their apartment, it’s just impossible to immediately work out who’s answered the phone at first unless they throw in a really obvious mannerism. if the person who picked up the phone is speaking with their mouth full and answered with “yo wassup”, it’s probably jerome. that or jeremiah’s finally broken.

speaking of phone calls, jerome is a nightmare when jeremiah is expecting a work call. if jerome gets to the phone first, it’s just: “is - is this mr. valeska?” “…you’re gonna have to be more specific, pal.” “…the j. valeska that i was supposed to call–?” “nope, pause, do better than that.” then the caller has to wait on the line while they hear “[muffled voice in the distance] JEROME, IS THAT THE CALL I SAID WAS IMPORTANT” “i dunno, maybe. i wasn’t really listening” “i SPECIFICALLY TOLD YOU NOT TO ANSWER THE PHONE IF IT RANG WHILE I WAS SHOWERING” and then vague sounds of clattering and voices before they get a flustered jeremiah on the line like “i am so sorry”

jerome is by far the messier twin, so his room is always a heap of dirty clothes and food packets and empty bottles/cans, but jeremiah can get really fixated on his work so his computer desk and his work-spaces are just full of papers and documents and empty coffee mugs. whenever he gets on at jerome about cleaning up after himself, jerome’s like [WILL SMITH POSE @ JEREMIAH’S DESK] WHAT ARE THOOOOOOSE

jerome and elijah have been to the hospital so many times because of the stupid shit they do that they’re basically on a first-name basis with a bunch of the doctors and nurses. whenever they come in, it’s like “oh, what have you boys done now?” (but really the nurses all love them bc they’ve charmed them and their stories about what happened this time are always hilarious)

bruce cooks sometimes and jerome “helps”, by which i mean he sits at the kitchen counter and just gossips to him, plays on his phone and/or watches him without actually lifting a finger to do anything - until he gets bored and things end up burning because bruce gets Distracted. eventually bruce enlists him to help chop vegetables and stir things because if he’s here, he can be useful, and jerome’s like “hmm what do i get in return?” so they develop a barter system where [x] activity gets jerome [x] amount of kisses and thus things actually get done while satisfying both of them without too much distraction. the only issue being that jerome keeps a) raising his prices and b) insisting on getting rewards for the most ridiculous shit now, like passing a bag of carrots over the counter because it’s just “SO MUCH UNPAID LABOUR, BRUCE”

still has moments where he reflexively flinches if someone significantly older/bigger/taller than him moves too quickly or suddenly, though people around his size/age or less are fine

is actually more self-conscious about his burnt hand than he lets on. he puts on a front like it doesn’t bother him, but the fact that he’s usually wearing fingerless gloves or has a bandage wrapped around it or has his sleeves pulled over his hands when he can’t have either of those says something. he actually managed to keep bruce and elijah from seeing it for quite a while, since that would have been harder to explain away than other things - they noticed he usually had his hands covered but didn’t think it was for a particular reason beyond it being a Jerome Quirk. one of the most notable things that happens in the future when things start to improve is that he stops wearing the gloves and eventually actually lets bruce hold that hand, whereas before if bruce tried he’d usually pull away and switch sides so bruce could hold the other

the others convinced him to see a therapist after he was officially diagnosed and unexpectedly he agreed (mostly to get everyone off his back), and he was assigned to a relatively young woman called bee. he didn’t expect it to accomplish anything and basically spent the first few sessions being an uncooperative shit and turning everything back on her and giving her smartass answers to her questions. it took a long while, but she eventually proved to be Cool and Funny enough for him to start warming up to her - which didn’t mean he was any more cooperative with the therapy side of things, but it did mean he started to use the phone number she gave him to text her about completely unrelated things in the vein of “holy shit bee you’re not gonna believe what miah just did”. she went along with it and their sessions morphed into jerome mostly giving her Gossip or them having casual conversations - but girl knew what she was doing. he gradually started to talk about bruce, jeremiah and elijah, about his relationship, about school, about the circus, and eventually opened up more about certain things that happened. he never quite got to the point of discussing his feelings about the abuse in-depth (though he did end up telling her a fair amount abt how he felt about bruce) but all in all therapy ended up having a positive effect on him, though bee was v talented at letting him think he wasn’t really giving her much info and that every realisation he came to during their sessions was down to him alone and not because he was talking things through with someone

likes hugs/cuddling/hand-holding much more than he will ever let on

never completely stops smoking, but he does tone it down after they all leave high school. he’ll smoke with other people and sometimes when he’s really bored or waiting for someone, but it’s not one of his first methods of passing the time anymore. trying to get him to stop drinking is a lost cause, though.

#t: original #ch: jerome valeska

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reformedkingsmanagent · 7 years ago

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uhhh if you’re taking requests for more Charlie things what about further exploration of breathplay?

AN: This isn’t quite different from before, but I hope this is okay! I have been working on this for most of the winter break and I really hope you guys like it!

Prompt: Charlie and a choking kink? I suppose.

Pairing: Charlie x reader

Word Count: 8020

Warnings: Definitely nsfw, violence, language

Also: I tried doing a Kingsman-type moment where there’s music tied to a fight scene? It sounds silly now, but at the time I was super excited about it. I tried putting a link to the song on YouTube, but it put the video at the bottom which means you might get spoiled on your way down to press play so instead I’ll put the link here so you can open it in another tab. And if you don’t want to listen to it that’s totally fine too! I know it’s a bit much. (Also, I’m using an IPad to post this so embedding links doesn’t work so sorry that it’s going to look so ugly!)

Straight From the Heart - Irma Thomas

https://youtu.be/PZGPy3bvfKM

“Sleep on it,” Merlin demanded. “We don’t know enough yet. If I send you in there now, I could be sending you t’ your death. We are low on resources as it is, I don’t need to be losing agents when we haven’t even replaced them all.” Normally Merlin’s words were law, and that was it. But there was something in the back of your mind that was prompting you towards outright defiance.

“Go home.” Merlin fixed you with a severe gaze before he walked away, the quiet whirring of his mechanical legs dissipating the further down the hall he went.

You knew there was something about this intel that rang true. You needed to find out who had managed to escape Poppyland with enough pull to maintain her networks. The only person that came to mind based on the little intel that had been recovered was Charlie. Merlin knew about your connection with Charlie, but as you swore to him and to yourself, you had no feelings for him, not anymore. Besides, he was very much dead, and by Eggsy’s hand. It couldn’t be him.

With the fallout from the attack on Kingsman largely settled, you went from being a requisitions agent to a full-fledged Kingsman. You were promoted at Merlin’s request, and as you noted earlier, Merlin’s word was law.

Most of the time.

The music was loud, but you were able to tune it out. The lighting was dim, but all you needed to see was your target. People with no care for personal space kept bumping into you, hands brushing over you with no purpose. Though it bothered you, you didn’t let yourself think about it. You would get your information and get out. You didn’t have time for anything else. While Merlin sat on this information, the person who had taken over Poppy’s operations could slip away. You needed to capitalize on this chance while they were so close.

You weaved through the packed room, headed for a booth in the far corner. You pressed your hand to your side, feeling the outline of the knife in its holster beneath the dress you had hastily thrown on. You realized that the itch at your back was the tag, still on after changing in the fitting room of the store you stopped at on the way over. You told yourself to not forget to retrieve your suit from the bag stuffed in the dumpster around back.

You paused at the edge of the crowd, waiting for the right time to confront him. You kept a layer of people in front of you, effectively obscuring you from the keen eyes of the guards surrounding the booth. Marcus, the proof that Poppy’s supply lines remained intact, appeared to be the stereotypical young peddler of all things drug-related. He dressed nicely, too nicely to avoid notice, and he waved money around as if it had no meaning. Tonight it was in the form of a few bottles of Dom scattered across the table, one for each of his friends.

He motioned to a guard seated beside him that he needed to get up and the guard moved aside, standing back while Marcus shuffled out of the booth. He headed for the restrooms and the guard moved to follow, but thankfully Marcus urged him to remain with a relaxed pat on the shoulder. He would probably regret that in a few minutes.

You finally passed through the last few people in front of you and headed along the wall, keeping your distance. He made a left turn, his hands casually stuck in his pockets, not alert at all. He had a lightness to his step and you wondered if you were about to ruin his day. It couldn’t be helped.

You paused at the corner and waited until you heard the door shut behind him. Moving cautiously down the short hallway, you stopped outside the men’s room. Hearing laughter, you moved to the side of the door, waiting as the door opened and a tall man walked by. He didn’t notice you hiding in the shadows. It was interesting how unaware some people could be.

You allowed another few seconds to pass before you quietly pushed the door open with your foot, only just wide enough for you to slip through. You could see in the mirror that Marcus was standing in front of one of the few urinals, eyes focused on the tiled wall in front of him. You locked the main door with the deadbolt and he turned a little, noticing you standing there.

“Oh, hello!” He stepped away from the urinal and you heard a zip before he faced you, a smile on his face. “You shouldn’t sneak up on someone like that,” he said, walking over to the sinks to wash his hands. He kept his eyes on yours through the reflection in the mirror. “What can I do for you?” He shot you a wink and you managed to hide your annoyance.

You moved over to the sinks and grabbed the back of his neck in a tight grip, forcing his face down into the porcelain bowl. The automatic faucet poured water continuously over the back of his head. He sputtered and brought his hands up to push off against the counter, but you were stronger. You tightened your hold on the back of his neck and he yelled something about letting him go, but that wasn’t in your plans.

You leaned down, the sound of the water muffling his struggles, and spoke clearly. “Who is running Poppy’s organization?”

“I don’t know, I don’t know what you’re talking about—” You reached down and pulled the knife out of the holster at your thigh, pressing it lightly against the boy’s throat. He struggled a bit more, but a bit more pressure on the knife forced him to stop. “Fuck!”

“I’ll ask again. Poppy. Who is supplying you now that she’s gone?” You waited as he thought it over, no doubt wondering what the consequences would be if the new kingpin caught wind of this.

“W-well, it’s her partner,” he let out a shiver as the lukewarm water ran cold. “Tall, shaved head, sounds like Siri in a glass of water?” You found the description funny, but your frustration with him overrode any amusement. Charlie couldn’t have survived. Eggsy had snapped his neck. There was no coming back from that.

“I’m not playing games. Charlie is dead, I’m not stupid. Try again.” You pushed his head down further, feeling him struggle a bit as his nose touched the slowly-rising water.

“No! No! I’m not lying, it’s him! He’s at the Bulgari, I swear it! I just saw him yesterday! You have to believe me—” The water had risen enough to distract him. He flailed around a bit in your hold, but he wasn’t getting out of it. You could detect the desperation in his voice and you had to wonder if it could be true. You forced that small part of you that hoped it was back into the box at the bottom of your mind. You didn’t care if it was him or anyone else. They needed to be dealt with.

“If you’re wrong about this, I’ll be back for you.” You released your hold on him and he fell to the floor, hair dripping water all over. He rolled over and attempted to stand, but you already had your watch set to amnesia. You pressed the button on the side and the barbs hit him in the cheek. He frowned at you, reaching for the source of the sting and sluggishly knocking the barbs loose before his eyes fell closed and he slumped back down on his side beneath the sinks.

You approached the hotel, thinking about how to tackle this. The only information you had was that he was staying here. Not what room number or even what floor. You were sure there would be guards to contend with and they should give away the location of your target, but you didn’t want to spend all night canvassing each floor. You had to get the information another way.

You passed the doorman with a lazy smile, stumbling a bit as you passed him. “Y’ alright, miss?”

“Just fine, thank you!” You shot him a wink and continued through the lobby, approaching the long check-in counter and letting your phone fall out of your hands on the floor. You bent down to pick it up and when you stood up straight, an employee stood waiting on the other side, a polite but concerned smile on her face.

“How can we help you?” She looked you over and you made sure to lean onto the counter a bit more than was necessary.

“I need you to tell me which room number someone is in— he wrote it down for me, but I just— lost the paper!” You threw your hands up before leaning over. “Please, you’ve got to help me.” You reached across the counter to grab her wrist as she was typing. “I really want to see him again.”

She sent you an uncomfortable smile before shaking off your hand. “I’m very sorry, but we can’t give out that information. I hope you understand.”

“Oh, come on! Listen, how ‘bout I describe him? You tell me if you remember him?” She didn’t respond, but didn’t tell you to leave, so that was a start. “Uh, he’s pretty tall, has reaaaaaally short hair, super handsome…” She didn’t react.

Thinking of him brought back memories you didn’t want to think about right now. Thinking about him in any kind light wasn’t appropriate. You needed to focus. Maybe the boy had been wrong about it being Charlie. You needed to say something more specific. You remembered Charlie’s new features and figured they would be distinctive enough.

“He’s got something right here, I’m not sure what it’s for—” You pressed a finger to the base of your throat and you noticed her eyes widen. Bingo. “I really need your help, miss…” You made a show of reading her nametag. “…Emily.”

She looked at the screen in front of her, avoiding your pleading eyes. “I can’t help you, I’m sorry.” It looked like you would have to sneak up to another floor and try to find the room on your own.

“You know what? Fine. Thanks for nothing.” As you turned to leave, you felt a card slide under your fingers on the cold marble counter.

“As I said before, we can’t give out information concerning our guests. We take privacy very seriously here at the Bulgari.” She avoided eye contact, but withdrew her hand, leaving the card on the counter. “Enjoy the rest of your night.” You pulled it into your hand, turning back towards the counter.

“Well do you at least have a bathroom around here?” You asked. She pointed to the left. “Thanks.”

You headed to the left of the counter, relieved to see the elevators clear of personnel. You pushed the button and waited, stepping in as the doors slid open. You let the doors close before you looked down at the card in your hand.

1082.

You reviewed the buttons, counting ten floors. Pushing 10, you felt the elevator start to move. You leaned back against the wall and removed your shoes, opting for the silence of bare feet to surprise the guards that would no doubt be posted outside the room. You had the knife, and that was it. Maybe you should stop and come back with more firepower. It would be the responsible thing to do. But the thought of losing this lead made you decide to continue on. You had come this far on your own. You needed to see it through.

The elevator chimed and the doors opened. You glanced around, not seeing anyone. You picked up your shoes in one hand and moved forward, sticking your phone down into the front of your dress to free your other hand.

You stepped into the carpeted hallway, glancing at the nearest room number. On the right was 1078, and on the left was 1077. You turned right and stepped quietly down the hallway, tense and alert. You reached a corner and paused before continuing, listening for any noise.

Leaning out, you scanned the hallway. You saw two guards leaning back against the wall, one of them spinning a large knife in their hands. You couldn’t see a way to sneak over to them without being seen. You could just make out the number on the door that was closed between them. 1082. This was it.

You sucked in a deep breath, tightening your grip on the shoes in your hand, before you stepped out and away from the wall. They noticed you immediately, but you avoided looking at them. You swayed a bit as you walked, keeping to the other side of the hallway to remain out of their reach. You knew they were watching your every move as you got closer.

“Goodnight,” you smiled, raising your shoes as if you were making a toast. You continued past them, noticing them relax a bit. The one twirling the knife in his hands stopped and stuck the blade back in a holster attached to his belt. You saw the flash of light on the metal of the pistol hidden against his side under the jacket.

Once you were past both of the men, you whipped around and slung your shoes up against the side of the closest man’s head, knocking him down quickly. You dropped the shoes and reached into his suit jacket. You pulled out the pistol and pointed it at the other guard. He immediately raised his hands in surrender. Not much of a guard.

You held the pistol with one hand as you quickly cycled through the options on the watch, opting again for the trusty amnesia darts. The guard fell quickly, his body relaxing almost immediately. You did the same to his partner, ensuring that they would have no memory of the person who knocked them out. You searched them for supplies, coming up with a second pistol and a couple clips of ammunition which you had no room for with your dress. You did take the large knife, however.

You recovered a keycard, heavy and made of metal painted black. It had the luxury hotel’s logo on it and you could only assume it was for the suite in front of you. You approached the door cautiously and tapped the metal card on the wireless reader, seeing the lights flash green. You opened the door, grimacing at the loud sound it made as the lock disengaged. You pushed the heavy door open enough for you to pass through, setting your shoes down just inside the doorway. You immediately scanned the room before letting the door shut behind you, worried the sound would have alerted the individual inside. There wasn’t anyone in sight. You quickly pulled your phone out and set it in one of the shoes, along with the keycard, before standing up straight.

You took in the sumptuous decor and spacious floor plan, noticing that it seemed to continue off to the right for a good distance. In front of you was a large living room, the only barrier separating it from the next room, a dining room, being an odd chrome structure in the middle of the room. It looked modern, and housed an unused fireplace near the base of it. Behind that was a long dining table set for six, and then there was a wall, the bedroom no doubt tucked away at the end of the hallway. If the current room was any indication, the bedroom would be just as opulent.

Not seeing or hearing anyone, you tiptoed down the hallway towards the bedroom. Before you could make it to the bedroom door it swung open and a groggy Charlie stepped into the hall. The screen of the iPad lit up his face. You froze, not expecting him to actually be there. You had managed to convince yourself that there must be someone else walking around with the same implant as him. He was dead. He should be dead. You had heard the snap of his neck through Eggsy’s glasses feed, which you had recovered despite Merlin’s attempts to hide it from you. You had mourned him, secretly. He was gone.

“Guys, I already told you to leave me alone for the night…” He paused, just as shocked to see you. His eyes widened as he took you in. He was dressed casually, wearing a plain shirt with some pajama bottoms, his feet bare. His metal arm supported the golden iPad against his chest. He looked the same as he had at Poppyland on that day. The only difference was that his neck wasn’t twisted around painfully.

You felt sick. Seeing him here, it felt like you were lost in a fever dream. You had hoped, despite everything, that you would get the chance to see him again, but this wasn’t a good feeling. You were rooted to the spot, unable to act despite having the advantage. The pistol in your hand felt heavy, and the knife felt uncertain, as if it were destined to never strike true.

“You…” the word left his mouth and you knew what he was thinking. He knew you were Kingsman, and if he was still up to no good, he would naturally be very concerned at your presence there. He knew it meant that Kingsman had found him yet again, and maybe this time he wouldn’t be able to get away. You assumed he thought nothing about his time spent with you. He had been gone for so long, had died twice…all without reaching out to you.

He scanned you finally, taking in the pistol and knife in each of your hands. His gaze hardened and he swapped the hand that was holding the tablet, freeing up the metal hand. Still, you couldn’t move. You could have shot at him ten times over by now. What would Merlin say if he knew you could be so weak? Remember your training.

Remember your training.

You saw his feet shift to better anchor himself and you felt awareness wash over you. Shoot him. Do something. Quit being sentimental. He wasn’t. You felt the feeling return to your fingers and you quickly squeezed the trigger on the borrowed gun, firing shot after shot towards Charlie. He had already brought the metal arm up to shield himself. The weapon clicked, empty. You tossed it aside and switched the long knife you had taken from the guard to your dominant hand, settling down into a fighting stance.

Charlie lunged at you with a yell and you moved out of his reach, back towards the dining room. You took advantage of him being off balance and brought the blade down. Metal fingers caught the blade and twisted it in your hand until you were forced to drop it.

While he disarmed you, you reached out and grabbed onto the tablet, pulling it from his arm. You remembered it controlling all sorts of weapons, and you were determined to prevent him from surprising you with anything like that. He fought with you for control of it, the screen lighting up as you both pressed different areas of it unintentionally. Finally, he wrenched it out of your grip and let it slide across the floor behind him. There was a moment of silence before the speaker in the living room started playing a song.

Do you need me, like I need you?Look at me, I’m crying from holding you

You put your hands out as he charged at you. He caught you around your waist and lifted you up on his shoulder before slamming you down on the long dining table, glasses and plates shattering underneath you and tumbling onto the plush rug. You smacked the back of your head on the edge of the table and you saw stars for a moment. You felt searing pain across your back and you struggled to regain your breath.

Make me forget the pain that you caused

You reached over and picked up a plate, throwing it at him. He ducked a bit to avoid it and it shattered on the wall. You kicked out at him, hard, and he was forced into the bar table behind him. The table smacked into the wall behind it and most of the bottles fell over. He reached down and grabbed a decanter of something, throwing it at you. You managed to roll back off of the table and duck down to avoid it. It hit the rug with a loud but muted thunk, intact.

Understanding is a great thingIf it comes from the heart

You stood on the opposite side of the table, using it as a barrier between the two of you. He made a move to walk around it and you maintained the distance, mirroring him. His chest was heaving and he was glaring at you. He was larger than you remembered. It had been a while since seeing him this close. He used the metal arm to lift the table up and flip it lengthwise, giving him a mostly clear path to you.

If time would stand stillWhile I’m thinking of you

He moved quickly over to you and lifted you up by your neck, the metal hand closing around your throat. He slammed you back into the chrome structure and you felt it dent a little around you, the air knocked out of you. You reached up for his hand, desperately trying to get him to let you go. You needed to breathe. You used your feet to kick at him, but he was solid, unmoving.

I’d think of all the things that I wanted of youTo make me forget the pain that you caused

The look in his eye frightened you a little. You didn’t know how he saw you, but he hadn’t held back yet. You needed to get out of this. You focused and aimed a kick to his knee with your heel, getting him to drop you to the floor as he tried to avoid a serious injury to his leg. You felt the small shards of glass prick the skin of your arm and bite through the thin material of your dress as you tried to get up.

Understanding is a great thingIf it comes from the heart

He regained his towering height and walked over to you where you were still struggling to get up, still feeling the way the air had been pushed out of your lungs. You kept trying to breathe, but you were overwhelmed with a feeling of nausea. Knowing he was about to grab you again, you reached over and grabbed his ankles, pulling his feet out from under him. He landed on his back with a pained grunt, giving you more time to recover.

Picking up the piecesOf my broken heart

He started to roll over so he could get up again. You managed to stand and reached out for one of the chairs, lifting it and bringing it down on him. He blocked most of it with the metal arm, but he fell back from the force of the impact. The chair broke into a few pieces, and you adjusted your grip on one of the legs, using it as a bat and bringing it down on him repeatedly.

It was real hardA fragile thing like lifeIt just don’t last so long

He sat up and wrenched the wooden leg out of your hands, tossing it across the room. You started punching at him, but you could feel the exhaustion in your limbs. The blows you did land were weak. He reached out and caught your wrists in his hands, bringing you down to your knees in his lap. You struggled against him, but he had a firm grip on you.

It could be for a minute or an hourOr then again, from now on

Your eyes widened as he moved both your wrists to his metal hand, using his left hand to smooth up the outside of your thigh, pushing up your dress and sending warmth flooding through you. You felt angry at your own reaction, feeling even sillier as he stopped over the small blade strapped to your leg. You had forgotten about it being there.

If time would stand stillWhile I’m thinking of you

He pulled the knife out of the holster and threw it across the room. You heard it stick in the wall. You had no other options so you headbutted him, moving quickly once he let you go. Your head was spinning. You reached beside you and picked up the large, heavy decanter from earlier, hoisting it over your head to bring it down on his.

I’d think of all the things that I wanted of youTo make me forget the pain that you caused

He caught it, wrestling it from your hands and tossing it away. It hit the wooden floor with a thick clatter and slid out of reach, somehow still intact, though the stopper was gone and the amber liquid was slowly pouring out. Before you could do anything else he grabbed your face roughly and pulled it to his, capturing your mouth in a kiss.

Understanding is a great thingIf it comes from the heartYes it is, if it comes from the heart

And just like that, the fight left you. You reached up to run your hands over his chest, eager to touch him, to prove he was real. You couldn’t believe it was him. You were exhausted from the fight, still struggling to breathe evenly, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered.

You told yourself this was a serious transgression but he was too good, too familiar to resist. He turned his head a bit more and you felt the warmth of his tongue as he explored you. You could feel desperation in the way he held your face, his fingers digging into your skin. You were pulled closer, the metal arm at the small of your back crushing you against his chest.

Before you knew what was happening he released your face and leaned forward, pulling you off to the side so he could reach out. He picked up the corner of the rug and tossed it across the room towards the remains of the table. You would have appreciated the cushion but you knew the rug was covered in glass and ceramic shards. Your hands reached up and gripped his cheeks, turning his face back towards yours. His gaze was intense as he centered you back in his lap.

You felt like you would give him anything, tell him anything he wanted to know if he kept looking at you like that. It was dangerous. This was not what you came here to do. You had told yourself that no matter what, you would take care of this. This was not ‘taking care of it’ by any interpretation.

His large hands slid up the outsides of your thighs, catching your dress and bringing it along as he moved up past your waist and over your sides. The dress was pulled up over your head and it too joined the remains of the dining table. Before you had time to think about how little you cared to stop him, his lips were traveling over every inch of skin, biting where he could, your own hands roaming over his chest.

He leaned you back slowly and you jumped as your back touched the cold floor. You gripped his forearms tightly, squeezing as his mouth moved higher up. You reached out to hold him but he sat up, instead pulling his shirt off over his head. You shamelessly watched his muscles flex. You felt your cheeks heat up as you noticed the slight smile on his face as he looked down at you.

He returned to your body, his mouth open, his lips dragging over you. It was torture. His hands smoothed up your arms, keeping them above your head as he moved his lips across your collarbone. You felt him slip the Kingsman watch off your wrist and toss it away. That was fair. You moved to use your own hands on yourself, to give yourself some sort of relief, but he kept them above your head, smiling into your skin.

“No.”

He punished you with a nip on your shoulder before leaning over you, covering your body with his. He was amazingly warm and you wrapped your legs around him, struggling against him to free your arms so you could touch him, hold him. He reached back to run a hand up over your leg, bringing it up around his waist. You felt him press against you and your hips bucked up towards him, desperate.

You had been in complete denial about how much you missed him. You had been telling yourself that you could do what you needed to do if you two ever crossed paths again. You had assured Merlin you could handle seeing Charlie again, that he wouldn’t affect you at all, but you were pitifully mistaken. You wanted nothing more than to stay there, tangled up with him forever.

He sat up and quickly pulled your underwear off, eyes lingering on the holster tightly fastened around your thigh. “What?” You asked, reaching down with your now-free hands to unbuckle the strap. His hands darted out and covered yours, stopping you.

“Let me.” You raised an eyebrow but moved your hands away from the strap anyway. He ran his hand up your leg, stopping at the band before unbuckling it and tossing it away. He smoothed his fingers over the indentations in your skin and you forced your legs together at the tingling sensation you felt, accidentally trapping his hand. He chuckled and met your eyes as he wiggled his fingers, getting closer and closer to your wet center. You were half-tempted to open your legs for him, but he seemed to be enjoying this. His long fingers brushed against you and you pushed yourself up towards his hand.

He withdrew his hand with a smile and laid back down over you, burying his face in your neck where you felt him pulling your skin in between his teeth. You were angry. You reached up and pressed your feet into his sides, pushing down his pajama pants as best as you could, eager to feel him inside you.

“Oh, sweetheart, you don’t want me to—” You were reminded that he was usually heavy on the foreplay, but you didn’t think you could wait any longer.

“No, please, just—”

He pressed his lips over yours, silencing you as you used your heels to hook around the backs of his thighs. You tried to pull his lower body closer, feeling his hard cock brush against you. He reached back to move your legs away, though he continued to rub against you, studying the blissful look on your face.

He let his chest press against yours and reached up to brush your hair out of your eyes. “What do you want?” He pressed small kisses over your face, to the corners of your lips, along your jaw. “What do you need?”

“Just fuck me already,” you begged, His eyes widened a bit but he moved his lips down to your pulse point.

“God, I’ve missed you.” He breathed into your neck, reaching down to align himself before slowly pushing into you. You grabbed at his shoulders, looping your arms around his neck as he filled you, stretching you. You felt your heart rate increase dramatically, your whole body throbbing. “Fuck,” he whined, keeping his face hidden in your neck.

You held onto him as he slowly pumped in and out of you, finding his rhythm again. Soon he was moving quickly, hips slamming down into yours roughly. He plunged into you so deeply that you would almost say it hurt. It was exactly what you wanted. His hands slid under your back as you arched up, angling your body so he was hitting that sweet, wonderful spot that made your legs shake. Without warning he picked you up in his arms and walked down the hall, gently kicking open the bedroom door. You reached up to smack his chest, a little frustrated that he stopped as you were getting close, but he grabbed your wrist and kissed you, leaving you wanting more of his lips.

He stopped next to the bed and threw you down, instantly grabbing your hips and turning you over on your stomach mid-bounce. You had a moment to process just how soft the mattress was before you felt his cock between your thighs. He pushed in easily, still slick, and laid down on top of you. He continued his thrusts, but at a slower pace. He pressed his lips along your spine, though you weren’t paying much attention. His metal hand was resting beside your head on the mattress and you had other interests. He knew what you liked, but you hadn’t seen him for years now, and the metal arm was very new. You reached over and wrapped your hand around the metal wrist, moving it closer to you. His head snapped up and his thrusts stopped as he waited to see what you were doing.

You abandoned the metal arm and reached back to push at his side. He got the hint and rolled onto his side, pulling you along with him. You wrapped your outer leg back around his and he cautiously continued to slide into you, his metal arm moving down to grip your waist. You felt him relax as he started pressing kisses into your shoulder so you again grabbed the metal arm, bringing it up between your breasts. He stopped there and wrapped the metal fingers around one, squeezing gently. You ran your hand lightly over the metal and turned your head to capture his mouth with yours. You distracted him with your tongue as you moved the metal hand up to your throat. He continued to squeeze lightly, his eyes still closed. You sighed.

“Hey—” He tried moving the arm away from your throat, but you held it there. You knew if he really wanted to move it he could. “I can’t feel anything, I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered, his lips moving over yours.

“You won’t,” you assured him, rubbing the fingers around your throat as if he could feel it. Something in his eyes changed and you felt the hand move, slowly tightening to a comfortable pressure. He kissed you, hard, and you felt a tightening in your abdomen as he snapped his hips up, reminding you of the tenderness you would be feeling afterwards.

You felt like you couldn’t catch your breath. The two of you had stopped kissing but kept your faces near, watching each other as his thrusts grew more erratic and your grip on his hip behind you tightened. You felt his hand squeeze around your neck and that was all you needed. Your eyes fell shut as you arched back against him, your body spasming, your walls clenching around him as he continued, though he had slowed significantly at this point. You felt his grip loosen.

“Oh, I’m—wait, I’m not—I didn’t—” You held onto his hip as he bucked up into you, his hand moving down to push back against your waist, trying to pull out as you two didn’t have this conversation.

“It’s okay,” you whispered, kissing him gently. He came, moaning into your shoulder, his muscles tensed.

He soon relaxed, lifting his head to look down towards where the two of you met. “Shit,” he mumbled, his lips red. He slid out of you and ran his hand down your side soothingly.

“Sorry,” you whispered, turning yourself around in his arms, smoothing your hand down the side of his face. His eyes darted up to meet yours and you felt a jolt pass through you. He looked at you as if seeing you for the first time. You felt it finally sink in that he was really here, solid and warm under your hands. “I thought you were dead,” you both spoke at the same time.

“Why didn’t you ever look for me? Even before Poppy?” You asked. “I was here the whole time.” He looked pained.

“I didn’t want to drag you into all this— it’s a horrible business. I didn’t know what I was getting myself into, and I didn’t want to see you hurt either. And then with the destruction of Kingsman, I just assumed she had targeted everyone…” He quickly moved on from that and you wondered if he had mourned you too. “I didn’t want this for myself but I had no other options. And when she died, I… If I didn’t take over then someone else would have, someone with less honorable intentions.”

“Honorable intentions? What about this is honorable?” You asked, suddenly reminded of your goal. Charlie sighed.

“When Poppy died, if her empire crumbled, if I didn’t step in to replace her, there would have been a power vacuum left in her wake and you couldn’t guarantee that whoever replaced her would be fair or reasonable. I knew everything about her business, regularly met with people so she didn’t have to leave the compound…there was no one else better. I keep things simple, and no one gets hurt.”

“You think people don’t get hurt? Are you crazy?” You sat up, leaning on your elbow as you frowned at him.

“I don’t put people in a fucking mincer, alright? I’m doing the best I can.” After a moment he relaxed. “This is a job for a whole team, but it’s just me. I don’t trust anyone else. I have to do this myself.”

“Kingsman could use your information…We could do a lot with your contacts.” If Kingsman were able to shut all of this down piece by piece, it could be a huge step in the right direction. And everyone would have Charlie to thank. Merlin could use more agents now, anyway. And Charlie was already trained.

“I am not going back to fucking Kingsman. Get that idea out of your head right now.” You ignored his words, imagining him as an agent in the field. He would have been fantastic. Maybe he still could be.

“I bet if I called Merlin, he would be able to come to some agreement on this—”

“Merlin would kill me,” Charlie interrupted. “I don’t belong there.”

“You’re wrong about that. He did train you, you know. He didn’t hate you,” you said, laying down on his shoulder.

“Maybe not, but if not him, then that pleb would shoot me dead if he knew I was here— Wait, how is he not here? And you, why are you in the field?” You couldn’t imagine what Eggsy would have to say if he found out Charlie had somehow survived.

“Don’t worry, Eggsy is away on a mission. I got promoted,” you shrugged. Charlie didn’t look relieved. “I came here alone. Merlin wanted to wait until we knew for sure what we were dealing with, but I…sort of disregarded that entirely.”

“You could have been hurt, or killed if it had been anyone else. You should listen to him,” Charlie scolded you.

“I mean, you did get me pretty good,” you smiled, rubbing the back of your head.

“That’s not funny.” Charlie brought his hands up to cradle your face. “God, I’ve missed you.”

“You have a lot to tell me about…a lot of time to account for.” You leaned over him and rested both your hands on his broad chest.

“As do you.”

He kept staring at you, his thumbs moving over your cheeks. The urgency from earlier was gone, replaced with a need for comfort and closeness. You both had been through so much. It was pure luck that you were here together. You didn’t want to let that go to waste.

“Charlie, I—”

“I know.” He smiled a little before bringing your face down to his, lips slowly meeting. He held you there for a while, not moving, and you hoped he knew what you were thinking, that you still weren’t sure if this was real, that you wanted him, no matter what. You needed him.

He ended the kiss with a smile, something that reminded you of how reckless but charming he had been during training. You could see a little flash in his eyes and it made you think of the young man who had looked for any reason to detour to your department. He had been sweet, deep down. Especially so once his “friends” had been kicked out.

“Here, help me up,” he asked. You stood, reaching out to lean against the edge of the bed once you felt the soreness in your lower abdomen. He raised an eyebrow and you just smiled at him. You reached out and he grabbed your hand so you could pull him up on his feet. He was tall, taller than you remembered. While you were busy studying him, he reached down and scooped you up into his arms. “Let’s clean up before we do anything else,” he smiled. You reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck, letting your head rest against his shoulder.

He carried you into the huge bathroom, setting you on the wide counter beside one of the sinks. You watched him as he moved around the black-marble covered bathroom. He turned on the shower and laid out some towels. He soon came over and picked you up again, setting you on your feet outside the shower. He was extremely careful and gentle with you.

He left you there and tended to his arm, removing it so he could join you in the shower. He was so focused on what he was doing that he didn’t notice you staring at him the whole time. “What?” He looked down at you, a slight smile teasing at the corners of his mouth.

You blushed. “I just…I haven’t seen you in a while, and I’m…”

“Admiring me? Do I still tick off all the boxes on your mental list?” He got much closer to you.

“Of course you do.”

“Oh, so you admit it?” He grinned. You gently pushed him away, not succeeding at all. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t just do that.” He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your waiting mouth.

“Charlie—” you managed to squeeze in between his kisses.

“Mmmhmm?” He mumbled against your lips.

“The water’s going to get cold,” you reminded him. You had to force him back, one of your hands holding his chin. He glanced down to where you were holding him before smiling.

“If you insist.” He followed you into the shower

“This is quite nice.” You moved further in and stood under the water.

“You can stay like that,” Charlie watched you, his lip pulled between his teeth. You reached out for him and pulled him under the water with you, a smile on both your faces. He took his time washing your body, and you did the same for him. He washed your hair for you, his long fingers giving you an excellent scalp massage. When you two were done you both wrapped up in the towels and sipped on the bottled water he pulled out of the fridge in the room. You both fell asleep not long after, still nude, tangled together.

“Mr. Hesketh, sir, are you alright?!” Charlie stirred, his arms tightening around you. “Sir?!” He sat up and squinted, spotting the two guards standing in the doorway to the bedroom, unarmed but in full alert mode. You groaned at the disruption.

“What are you talking about? I’m fine. Please leave.” He moved his legs under the covers to tangle further in yours before laying back down, resting his head on your chest. You lazily ran a hand over his hair.

“Sir, it looks like there was a fight out there— Are you hurt?”

Charlie groaned. “I’m fine! Have them send someone up to clean the room later. Leave us, please,” he sighed, covering his eyes with an arm. The blackout curtains kept the room dark despite the sun creeping in around the edges. They eyed you warily, but you knew they had no memory of what you had done to them. When they backed out of the room mumbling “yes sir” Charlie rolled completely on top of you, smoothing your hair out of your face.

“What did you do to them? They’re scared shitless.” You shrugged, doing your best to hide your smile. He chuckled, kissing you. He sat up, chin in his hand. “Don’t go back.” He got serious, the laughter gone from his face. “I can’t follow you there.”

Your heart ached. This all might as well have been a dream with how temporary it was. “Charlie, I have to go back.”

“Then I might not be able to see you like this again.” His tone was cold, and his light touches stopped.

“Come with me, I know we can work something out—”

“No.” You felt the silence roaring in your ears as a lump began to form in your throat.

You threw the covers back and left his warm embrace. He didn’t ask you to stay. You wandered around the hotel room, briefly surveying the damage the two of you had done as you picked up your clothes, slipping them on. You picked up your watch and put it on before grabbing your phone and the keycard tucked into your shoes. You threw the metal card across the room, hearing it hit the floor near the large windows. You put your shoes on and stood up straight, reaching for the handle.

You glanced over towards the bedroom and spotted him leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. He looked angry, and you were sure you looked angry too. You didn’t have the strength to say anything else as you turned the handle and slipped out into the hallway. You were surprised by the two guards standing on either side of the door. You spotted their injuries and felt sorry for having caused them, though they wouldn’t have remembered. “Have a good day, miss.” You walked out of the hotel wishing you had never disobeyed Merlin’s orders.

Charlie sat on the edge of the bed, his phone pressed against his ear. “Yeah, I know, the screen on it is busted. I dropped it.”

“I’ll send you a replacement.” Merlin sighed. “Did she find you?”

“Yes. Yes, she did.” Charlie looked at his metal hand in his lap, studying it as he flexed the fingers.

“Then we need t’ pick up the pace. Make contact with some more people, see how far this web goes. I promise, as soon as we’ve got it all mapped out, I can pull you in and replace you with someone else.”

Charlie made a fist. “Thank you.”

“It’s nothing. In fact, you’re doin’ me a favor,” Merlin chuckled.

“How are the legs? Everything working out okay?” Charlie asked.

“Yes, they’ll do. You just keep up the good work out there. You’re valuable to Kingsman, Charlie. Just hang in there, it’ll be over soon.” Merlin ended the call.

Charlie dropped the phone onto the bed and laid back, folding his arms behind his head. Soon he would get to see you again. Soon he could explain everything. Still, it hurt him to see you upset, even if he knew it would be temporary. He needed to work harder. He got up, thinking of who else he could flush out for Kingsman.

#Charlie hesketh x reader #smutty #writing #kingsman #Charlie hesketh

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oh-beyond · 8 years ago

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Idol’s life - Family day?

Chen was so stressed and busy, schedules on a daily basis, no joy, no rest, no nothing, SM getting into his private life way too much, overwhelmed, doesn’t have a moment to even breath, he was done… but meeting this foreigner unexpectedly will make his days more manageable.

Fluff but it’s Chen so he always tries to add a bit of spice to everything because… it’s this cheeky person he is.

Chen (Canon) x Reader

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< Love is in the air 💓 ✈ - Clubbing >

He sat quietly. His elbows rested on his knees while his fingers entwined nervously. He cleared his throat following you with his eyes as you brought the food from the kitchen. Every now and then locking eyes with your father, that sat across him not impressed. Jongdae simply smiled praying for you to come back and sit next to him again.

And finally…

“Dinner is ready, shall we?”

“YES WE SHALL!” exclaimed Jongdae way too excited to be saved from the awkward silence.

Nothing was really heard except for the cutlery hitting the plates, Jongdae stuffed his mouth looking at the plate, he wanted this agony to be over.

“So… you are Chinese?”

“Dad! KO-RE-A!”

“Whatever, he looks Chinese to me, all the same.”

You rolled your eyes and looked at your mom that was being way to quiet for your liking, she just smiled at Jongdae.

“Haha, no it’s alright, you are right sir, anyways, Korea and China share frontier, well not entirely really, but like North Korea, we were one nation till year 195-”

“Oppa” you interrupted his nervous nonsense speech.

“What is that you called him?” asked you dad.

“Oppa, well that is a term used by younger women to address an older male, normally brother or-”

“Brother? What is he your boyfriend or your brother ___?”

“No sir what I meant-”

“Oppa, stop talking, will you?” you said placing your hand over his thigh to calm him down.

“So you are rich?” your dad continued.

“Dad! Enough already, or we will go to a hotel, really he doesn’t have to listen to this”

Jongdae shut his eyes in embarrassment, he just stood up and bowed at your father 90º bow.

“She didn’t mean to say that. I apologise, she would never stay they night with me. Haha. No never. I don’t know what’s gotten into her. I mean I would love to marry her. One day, then she can sleep w- I mean she ca- we will b-”

“Ahww poor baby, look he is babbling and blushing” said your mother getting up encircling her arm around Jonddae’s shoulders “it’s alright Jong-jung”

“Call him Chen mom, ughrrr. See this is why I didn’t want to come?”

“Oh but what happened to your neck there? Is tha-”

“Mom!” you interrupted her as she pulled on Jongdae’s collar to take a look at the bite mark.

“What is it?” asked your dad now suddenly interested.

“Now honey, I think that enough interrogations for today” said your mom smiling “let’s have dinner peacefully, and Chen, ___’s room is ready for you, and you can share it, it’s alright baby.”

Jongdae covered his face flustered, he wasn’t used to being so open. Also he didn’t know that you were actually going to share the room, he thought that he would sleep in the couch. This was all so sudden.

“Yeah share the room, but if you get her pregnant I’ll kill you with my bare hands.”

There was no need to get you pregnant, your dad just happen to killed Jongdae with that last statement alone.

“THAT’S IT! WE ARE LEAVING!” you exclaimed taking Jongdae’s hand in yours pulling at him to follow you.

“Enough ___! Apologise” demanded your mother looking at your father “what’s wrong with you?”

“No mom, we are leaving” you continued heading towards the door.

Jongdae was just thunderstruck ‘don’t get her pregnant’ rang in his ear in mantra, goosebumps formed throughout all his exposed skin, he was like hit by something heavy on the head, his eyes wide open, he looked dumb.

“Oppa come on.”

“No you are staying, Jongdae is our guest, you know your father”

“I know him, but my boyfriend here doesn’t and he doesn’t have to deal with him, so I am taking my boyfriend and we are going to go to a nice hotel and enjoy ourselves not getting pregnant.”

Jongdae just did a face-palm, at this stage he wanted to vanish in thin air, he felt tiny and absolutely exposed and vulnerable, and he hated that feeling.

“I apologise for this, please accept my sincere apology” Jongade started to bow again over and over to wash his embarrassment away.

After dinner your dad went out. Jongdae was relieved in a way, he also failed to convince your mother to let you go to a hotel, so he gave in and decided to enjoy his time. That is if he could.

You cleared the table and set the dishwasher. When you went to the living room Jongade was engaged in this nice conversation with your mother showing her some of his solo songs on his phone. She had that impressed expression in her face. You knew it would be easy for Jongdae to make your mom fall for him, and it was obvious with all the praising he was receiving. You were happy for that, you decided to stand and watch them interact. At some point she even hugged him and even kissed his cheeks.

“So… where am I going to sleep?”

“In bed? With me?”

“Unless you want to share bed with my husband” added your mom enjoying the panic on Jondade’s face “he’s so cute ___.”

“Thanks mom. I know.”

Jongdae was just standing in your room watching you and your mom having this talk ignoring the fact that he was just right there uncomfortable so.

“So you can have a shower, if you need towels- come let me show you.”

“NO! NO SHOWER. NO NAKED, I WON’T GET NAK-”

Your mom just burst into laughter “you got some boy here ___, alright so I guess you won’t go to the toilet either?”

“Mom! Drop it already, you are making him regret coming here.”

And regret he did.

“Yes you are right, look at his flushed cheeks, awww you are adorable Chen” she added squeezing his cheeks.

Jongdae wanted to just disappear, why was he so nervous? He needed to improvise, his image was shitty, almost felt like a kidnapped 5 year old.

“Alright kids, so I will let you sleep, goodnight” said your mom waving at you two.

“Wait! Ammm, I- I have… something for you” said Jongdae nervous “It’s something small” he added still standing there.

“O-K Chen, what is it?”

“Ah yes” he replied nervously opening to his suitcase.

He got a small black silk bag, he went closer to your mom and opened it getting out a small red velvet box offering it to her.

“For me?” she asked surprised.

Jongdae nodded his head and spread one of those signature smiles on his face.

She opened the box and there were 2 identical rings.

“Oh dear, ___! Your guy here is proposing to me!”

“No no, I mean-” Jongdae believed it.

“There are 2″ you stated crossing your arms over your chest “is one for dad?”

Jongdae started to sweat.

“No, let me explain. These are called Garakji rings, were famous in Joseon era, this was only for married women. If a woman put on only one ring in her finger, it means she was a single. Only married women put on a pair of rings, which means harmony with her husband.”

“They are so unique, so Korean!” you mom took one and placed it in her finger “fits perfectly.”

Jongdae took the other one and placed it on her.

“Thanks Chen, they are beautiful” she gave him a hug wiping a little tear that formed in the corner of her eye.

You watched how happy he was as he was being hugged by your mom. He winked at you as he tapped on her back.

“It’s funny though, kind of similar to what you got him right ___?”

“Mom!”

“What?”

“You got me something jagi?”

“Alright, now I am leaving” your mom announced closing the door behind her.

“Thanks for that, they are beautiful oppa.”

“I’m glad” Jongdae exhaled sitting down in your bed running his hands over his face.

“What’s wrong?” you asked rubbing his back.

“I didn’t know we were going to sleep in the same room, I was not prepared to get this exposed, I’m not used to this, if I bought a girl home and slept with her in the same room my parents would have me hanged from my balls.”

“Oh no I wouldn’t allow that happen to your jewels” you smiled patting his crotch, taking him by surprise again.

“You are shy? Since when Kim Jongdae?”

“Stop that. And your dad hates me.”

“He hates everyone.”

“Doesn’t make me feel any better, I still think I should go to a hotel.”

“Nope! You are staying here with me in my bed.”

“Jagi… I’m not feeling it- I just can’t”

You ignored him peeling yourself from your clothes, revealing that wine colour lingerie set you got… Victoria Secret was your best friend, she was capable of turning any situation around.

You turned around facing him and his mouth was agape. His eyebrows couldn’t lie, they gave him in way too easily.

“In that case you should sleep oppa, you seem tense and tired” you dipped your knees in the mattress and positioned yourself behind him rubbing his shoulders “just relax and sleep…” you spoke on his ear, the hair in the back of his neck standing like thorns.

He turned around to face you, his face expression still in shock “jagi~~~, wear something, don’t touch me like that?”

“Like what? You perv, you turn everything into sexual.”

“Jagi you are in fucking lace lingerie giving me a massage in bed. What do you want me to turn it into? Philosophy class?”

“Fine! You don’t want massages, suit yourself.”

“Put something on!”

“It’s warm, I can’t.”

Jongdae exhaled closing his eyes “bathroom, where is the bathroom?”

“Are you going to jerk off in our bathroom Kim Jongdae?”

“Jagi! Why are you so… like this all of a sudden?”

“What?” you laughed out loud.

He washed his face and changed into comfy Bermuda shorts and a plain t-shirt. He opened the door to the bathroom hearing your dad downstairs. He sprinted back to your room to avoid meeting him, he tried to open the door to your room but ti was locked.

“Jagi jagi, the door open fast!”

“Why?”

“Open the door, your dad is here quick!”

“What will you give me in return?”

“Jagi no time to be petty right now, please~~~”

“Answer.”

“Anything, I swear whatever you want”

“Will you do anything I ask you to do?”

“JAGI, YES! THE DOOR, PLEASE, I HEAR FOOTSTEPS” he whispered-shouted desperate at this stage.

“Your tongue…”

“My tongue? What about my tongue!?” he asked in panic.

“What about your tongue?” your mom asked from behind.

He winced in surprise, he looked like a deer caught in headlights, his back plastered to your door as if caught doing something.

At least it wasn’t your dad.

“You will eat me out tonight Kim Jongdae, I heard wonders about Korean and their tongues, very important thing that we lack in Europe. I heard oral sex is amazing”

Your mom headed towards him, he just banged the door for you to stop talking.

“Are you alright Chen? Why are you here?” asked your mom.

“YES! I’M FINE THANKS! ___ IS JUST CHANGING, SO I AM WAITING FOR HER TO FINISHHHHH, ARE YOU DONE JAGI???”

“Pathetic Kim Jongdae. Disappointing. Now you haven’t answered me will you do that for me tonight?”

“Do what ___? Open the door! Chen is here standing, what is this nonsense of having him outside till you get changed?”

Jongdae was hyperventilating at this stage, you opened the door tying the belt of your robe around your waist. Jongdae looked like a teenager scolded, he wanted to faint on the bed waking up and find out that this was all a nightmare.

“Hi mom, he’s fine”

“Alright children, goodnight.”

She was about to leave when she saw the bite on his neck clearly now that the t-shirt he wore was wide neck. Her eyes widening.

“Oh my god!” she gasped covering her mouth “___! Did you do that?”

Jongdae covered it with his hand sitting in bed now really dizzy. His first European experience was going really bad. He was dying internally from embarrassment.

“Answer me! What are you an animal?” she continued “poor baby, I’m sorry Chen, if she ever does anything like that again… I swear.”

At this stage Jongdae covered his face with both hands, this was not happening.

“Alright mom we are tired we really need to sleep.”

“Oppa? Are you good with Minseok and Junmyeon now? I really hate if you were not in good terms, I mean it was my fault.”

“Don’t worry about it” he said his voice sounding far and muffled by the bed cover.

“Are you really not going to even talk to me?” you spoke on his back as your hand brought him closer to your chest.

“Are you going to put some clothes on?”

“How are you going to do what I asked you to do if I put clothes on?”

He turned to face you, resting his head on his elbow moving the duvet down to discover you were still only in that that lingerie set.

In that Victoria Secret’s laced lingerie set.

He sighed falling back on the pillow looking at the ceiling.

“Oppa~~~”

“Don’t- you and aegyo are not good friends.”

“Are you mad at me?”

“I am not, but I can’t, so please don’t make it harder on me.”

“Harder on you? Let me check”

He gasped when he felt your hand there facing you again.

“Remove your hand.”

“Oppa it’s hard, let’s take care of it, hmm?”

He pinched the bridge of his nose “I can’t, not here, your parents are right there”

“So you are not going to…”

“Why are you so bold all of a sudden?”

“I’m just frustrated, I need you.”

“Well I need you always and there’s always a reason not to”

“Oppa!”

“No!”

“Fine!”

You gave him your back pulling the duvet to cover yourself.

Not even 5 minutes later he turned around, you felt his lips on your bare back, you didn’t push him away, you knew he would be the one initiating things, that was Victoria’s biggest secret…

“What?”

“If I do it… will you promise me to be quiet?”

You turned and faced him “I don’t know, I never-”

“It will be hard, I tell you. I have some skill.”

“Won’t believe it until I see for myself.”

“Do I need to bring you to your parent’s house to get you to be this bold?”

You replied with a kiss, you quietened him and made him respond to you immediately. He was so predictable, so easy to wrap him around your finger. You just loved it.

In no time he was lifting himself caging you between his arms and his body without breaking the needy kiss.

“Oppa!” you said pushing him lightly to see his face.

He was towering above you, with that smirk that made you lose control over your senses.

“Hmm? What is it? Can’t I kiss you before I go down on you?”

“Are you rea-”

Oh his kisses in your neck were the ones that made you go mute, your muscles clenching at the tickling sensation.

“So weak jagi, you won’t be able to handle what I do” he darted his tongue out tasting your sensitive skin “you are too innocent for this.”

You pushed on his shoulders guiding him down “do it, don’t make me beg”

“I’d like to hear you beg, jagiya. Beg for me.”

“Your tongue” you said feeling his lips kissing your bellybutton.

“Yes? What about my tongue?”

You looked at yourself and saw his beautiful eyes looking up at you.

“Do it Dae~~~” your voice sounding low and sexy, your toes poking his thighs.

It was as if you had just pushed the ‘On’ button, he got up from bed and in a blink of an eye his t-shirt and Bermudas where out of the way.

He came and jumped back on bed-

Catastrophe.

The bed frame was lose and you found yourselves in the floor, the headboard banging loudly on the wall. Followed by your parent’s voices questioning what happened.

Jongdae buried his face on your belly.

“Get me out of here jagiya”

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A/N: Why do I enjoy this so much?

Thanks for reading, feedback always welcomed ^_~

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History: Part Two

~ Requested 1 2 3 A ten year high school reunion brings back more than just memories...

“What happened the other night? I left you for five minutes and next thing I know, you've found a better looking dance partner.”

You shied away from Sam’s gaze; focusing on enjoying the ice cream he had bought you. It was difficult when you knew that as soon as you had finished here, you were meeting with Jungkook.

“I'm pretty sure you heard the rumours,” you told him after a pause. “They are somewhat true. Jungkook and I dated for both senior high school years and were kinda known as ‘the’ couple. We were best friends for seven years before that.”

He swallowed and you felt bad for him. Sam was probably beginning to realise the competition he was up against.

“If it's not too bold to ask - why did you move on?”

I haven't, you thought to yourself but didn't dare speak aloud.

“Jungkook was talented and he always wanted to follow his passion. Having grown up ten years in Korea, he decided to go back there to audition for one of their talent scout companies. I knew that having ties back here might distract him. And honestly… I was scared that I wouldn't live up to the rest of his glamorous life. So I - ended it.”

“Wow,” you watched him wring his hands together. “That was brave,” he laughed quietly; barely masking his worry about what your connection with Jungkook was now. “You were in love at that young?”

This subject was getting very painful.

“We didn't admit it but… it was pretty obvious to everyone else, yes.”

“And - you, uh, Friday night was the first time you had seen him since then?”

You shivered in your seat slightly.

“Yes.”

“Wow…” he said again. You felt even worse for him; at the same time tense with nerves and excitement over the afternoon to come. “Life is funny.”

“Yeah…”

You stared out over the bustling street before focusing back on Sam.

“This was fun, Sam. Thanks for inviting me here.”

He smiled weakly and waved his hand in dismissal.

“Any time.”

You stood up awkwardly and he abruptly followed your suit, leaning over uncomfortably to kiss your cheek. Embarrassed and devastated about the situation, you walked away from him hurriedly and headed back to your house. You should have just told him then and there that right now you couldn't imagine a relationship… with him. But it was too hard to completely smash his hope.

Sam fled your mind as you went through your closet in hope of finding something that would catch Jungkook's attention. You had no idea what Jungkook’s taste in girls was now, but you eventually decided to play it safe and go with the basics of what most men would turn their eyes towards. Dressed in a thigh length black party dress, you smeared on some red lipstick, slipped into some strappy sandals, and quickly scooped up your jacket and handbag. Wait, no. You rushed back to the mirror to brush out your hair and tie it back in an elegant half-pony tail. Was it too much? Were you being over-dramatic about this? Honestly, you didn’t care. You just couldn’t wait to see Jungkook again. “You made it,” he announced the obvious on your arrival; standing up in greeting. Your eyes did an expert scan of his tidy jeans, crisp baby blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and gelled hair slicked to the side. Good, so you weren’t overdressed. “Well it was a last minute decision,” you teased. He huffed and pulled out the stool for you; having selected a comfortable two person table out on the deck. “Hey you look - amazing…” You ducked your head to hide the blush as you took your seat and fiddled with your handbag until you were sure he was seated and not staring at you too intensely. “So.” “So.” You grinned at each other. “Your travels. Where exactly did you go, because I’ve been talking to some of our old classmates and it appears that you managed to avoid answering that question singlehandedly the entire night…” You chewed on your bottom lip guiltily and leant your elbows on the table. “What side of the world do you want me to begin with?” “Phoof, well excuse you,” he held up his hands in mockery. You rolled your eyes. “Okay fine. Just tell me about the countries you enjoyed the most. Then we can have something to talk about next time.” You smiled and gathered your thoughts together to produce something decent to say. “My favourites… honestly? It sounds boring but I absolutely adored Italy and Greece. They’re just so quaint and elegant and charming and delicious -”

“What, the men?” “Jungkook,” you sighed. He grinned innocently. “Sorry.” “The food was delicious, if I must explain it. Oh and I can’t forget Croatia! Oh my goodness, the story! I thought of you as soon as it happened but… obviously you weren’t available to tell.” Your excitement dwindled a little but Jungkook merely encouraged you to go on. “So somehow I was traveling through Croatia and I ended up at some random person’s wedding. They were quite happy to have me join in and quite frankly I wouldn’t pass up on free food. So I stayed for the reception and everything and then it got to the dancing. I thought it’d just be easier if I watched seeing as it wasn’t my wedding and I didn’t know anyone, but anyway this tall and handsome Croatian guy comes over and invites me to dance. I wasn’t going to say no… so I went with him to the dance floor and get ready to make a fool of myself when this Croatian guy literally starts dancing in the exact way we used to in mockery! Oh my, it was bloody hilarious… I had to physically pinch myself to keep from laughing. Needless to say I didn’t accept his second dance because I had a headache from trying to keep the laughter down.” Jungkook had his head back laughing; clapping a few times from extra hysteria. “Oh that’s fantastic… I wish I’d been there to see it! Did you film it?” He asked hopefully. “What… no! I wasn’t going to film some random guy!” He laughed a little while longer before calming down slightly. “You should have accepted his second dance offer, just saying.” “I felt rude laughing at the poor guy.” Jungkook gave you a look which encouraged out an eruption of laughter from the both of you. “At this rate, I’ll get no more story telling done,” you complained. “I don’t think you need to. That story tops them all.” “Are you sure?” He raised an eyebrow and leant forward in interest. It was dark by the time you two finished chatting. Jungkook had somehow made you talk about your travels for a good hour; telling him things you hadn’t even bothered to explain to either of your parents or your friends. In return, he had you in fits over the crazy things he and the members got up to - plus the basics such as experiences with fans and on tour. “I can’t believe you’ve never tried bubble tea,” Jungkook shook his head at you, downing the last of his drink. “Bubble tea is the best.” “You get some for me and I will,” you promised; face flushed from the afternoon turned evening’s animation. You looked down at the travelling cars and marvelled at how pretty the town looked all lit up at this time. “Deal.” Following his suit, you stood up to go pay and then walked outside onto the footpath with him. He stood with his hands in his pockets as you slipped on your jacket. “Did you bring your car?” Jungkook asked politely. “No. I walked. Didn’t expect to stay out so late…” He motioned his head in the direction you’d need to walk. “Come on, I’ll walk you home.” It was just like old times, except this person beside you was now undoubtedly a man. You could feel it radiating off him as you walked together in hushed conversation. There was an anticipatory tension there that had never been there even as boyfriend and girlfriend. The mere scent of his cologne was making you go wild. “We should do something together tomorrow,” he broke into your thoughts; giving you a smile. You smiled back and then glanced away shyly, wondering if you would ever get used to how well he had grown up… “What are you suggesting?” “Hmmm…” Jungkook breathed in the night air contentedly, “the beach. Let’s go to the beach.” You nodded your agreement and continued walking along; hands brushing each other’s but neither of you making an attempt to actually clasp them together. He smiled down at you every few steps. “It’s my stop here.” “Ahh…” he looked around your backyard and then up at the house. “It feels like home.” “It basically is home to you. You stayed over often enough.” He chuckled and swung his arms around playfully. “So, tomorrow? What time should I pick you up?” “Umm… I guess 1?” “No no no… we’re doing the full day,” he announced confidently. “Swimming, building sandcastles, walking along the boardwalk, buying ice cream, a picnic… the whole ka-zing.” “That’s not a word.” “Sure it is!” You gave him a look of skepticism. “See you then,” he told you reluctantly. “Yeah, see you then.” Jungkook hesitated before starting to walk away. He stopped and looked back. “Thanks for a great night.” “What are best friends for?” He stared at you and then smiled; a beautiful, accepting smile. “Go to bed, loser.” Now this was the Jungkook that you knew. --------------------------------- “It’s so nice to have you here, Jungkook! I didn’t think I’d ever get to see your face again.” You watched your mother serve Jungkook up a piled plate of food and sit back in her seat in satisfaction. She’d always had a fondness for him and had been bitterly disappointed when you had broken up. “Well it’s awesome to be back,” he replied warmly, eagerly digging into the food which she had prepared. “So what’s it like having such a successful career? Do you have much spare time?” “I’m not sure how I’d explain that actually. My bandmates and I have just always had this understanding that we will work our hardest no matter what and always aim for improvement. Working isn’t a chore, so when we do get free time - we often just carry on working, anyway.” “And how many did you say were in your band?” “Seven. Including me.” He shoved a forkful of mashed potatoes into his face. “That’s quite a lot!” Your father piped up. “Mmm,” Jungkook wiped his mouth and caught your eye briefly. “Not as much as some of the others in Korea.” “Did you say before that it’s all under a company which actually trained you before debuting?” “Mmhmm. We all auditioned separately and then were put together to train as a new group.” You watched him; happy because he was happy. It was like he had never left and you were just two teenagers enduring the unrelenting questions of parents. An indescribable feeling came over you as you listened to him chatter on contentedly. A warmness. A fondness. “Good night, Jungkook!” Your parents called out to him as he waved to them back on the porch. They went back inside as you stood by his car with him. “Well, that was fun,” he said genuinely. “Sorry about the questionnaire. Unfortunately it’s one where you don’t win a million dollars at the end.” He chuckled and opened his car door. “Then why do I feel like I did?” You froze as he leant in and softly kissed your lips. So familiar. So perfect. And yet so, so unlike anything you had ever experienced. “Good night,” he smiled at you and quietly seated himself in his car, Numbly you waved at him and watched as he drove away down the street; dancing around like a total excited idiot the moment he was out of sight. ------------------------ “Cause we got fire (fire!)

Higher (higher!)

I gotta make it, I gotta make it 쩔어!” You grinned maniacally as you watched BTS’s Dope music video; having been going through a long playlist of them as well as Bangtan Bombs for the last two hours. You didn’t know why you hadn’t checked them out sooner. Their music was really good and they seemed like amazingly entertaining people to be around. But it was Jungkook that you couldn’t take your eyes off. He was incredibly handsome and talented, and you found yourself falling down a deep, deep hole… “Ha!” You jumped off your seat and clutched your heart; spinning around to see Jungkook grinning behind you. “What the - Jungkook! What the hell are you doing here?!” “You don’t think I’d have forgotten our secret entrance way by now, do you?” He looked behind you at the screen again. “I caught you! Oh Y/N…” You blushed furiously and quickly shut the laptop lid. “It’s ten o’clock at night, for goodness’ sakes. Go back to your hotel.” “Eager to watch more of my videos, aye?” “Get lost!” “I really enjoyed our date today - doing all the silly things we used to do as kids. I wanted to end it the same way as in the past.” You started throwing pillows at him and then backing him out towards the open window. “Come on, it’s adorable that you were watching the videos!” You continued shoving him out. As a last plea, he held up both of your favourite movie and a bag of popcorn from behind his back. “Please?” Dammit. You stopped shoving. Three hours later you were laid out across Jungkook’s lap while he distractedly added all of BTS’ albums onto your phone. You’d watched the movie and even at one point snuck down to make mug cakes. Lost in your own thoughtful world; you played with the end of Jungkook’s hoody. “I have work tomorrow,” you pouted. “And you made me stay up so late.” “Mm.” He tapped away on your phone before sighing in satisfaction and handing it back to you. “There. Now listen to your heart’s content.”

You rolled your eyes and casually unlocked your phone to see how much space he had actually used on it. His seductive face from the WINGS era stared out at you and you quickly went into your pictures to change it. “What is this?!” You exclaimed. He shrugged innocently as you scrolled down a collection of newly saved Jungkook pictures. You tossed the phone aside in exasperation. “You’re a newbie ARMY. I’m just helping you out,” he grinned. Shaking your head, you sat up from his lap and tiredly rubbed your eyes. It was incredibly late, and your head was pounding from exhaustion. Blinking momentarily at Jungkook, you made your decision and scooted past him to climb into bed. A moment later he was shoving the popcorn crumbs off and climbing in beside you. The two of you snuggled together - just like the old times. You felt fulfilled. “Y/N?” You had almost been asleep already. “Mm?” “Come back to Korea with me. I think you’d like it. I can introduce you to the hyungs and show you around Seoul and everything.” Your eyes opened as he breathed behind you expectantly. You snuggled back down and closed your eyes in a final wait for sleep. “Okay.” You were briefly aware of him kissing your cheek before you fell asleep again. ------------------------------------- Part two :))). It’s literally quarter past three in the morning where I am and I just finished writing this after I finished Blink but I was determined to get it up. I cut out bits I was going to do because I wanted to go to bed but I think it is enough, anyway. It’s adorable! The final part will be up in a couple of days and I’m posting part two of Outskirts tomorrow. As always, thank you for your feedback and requests! It means more than you think. Have a lovely day/night everyone :). - Dolceice

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