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violetnotez · 4 years ago

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HC: The Boys Taste Their S/o’s Chapstick

Anonymous: could I request headcannons for shinso, mirio, denki, sero, and bakugo kissing their s/o and tasting their chapstick ? Or if you want or when they realize their s/o takes care of them in really subtle ways that they didn’t really notice it at first ? i love your blog so much 🥺❤️

Hey babe omg Im so happy you like my blog!!!! Also this ask OMG I have been wanting to write it for so long!!!! Im a sucker for these super cute and fluffy headcanons, so thank you so much for the idea!

Pairings: Shinso x reader, Mirio x reader, Denki x reader, Sero x reader, Bakugo x reader

Warnings: some might get suggestive, but none of these are full blown NSFW! Just a sprinkle of spiciness, thats all!

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S H I N SO U

Flavor: Cherry Vanilla

Your currently trying to get ready for bed with Shinsou, his purple hair cascading against the pillow as he’s scrolling through Insta

defintely looking at cat vids

Youre just BEAT from the day- work, school, practice, whatever your life entails it just felt so incredibly tiring today

Of course, Shinsou seems to have other plans

Once he sees you come out of the bathroom, your hair wet, your skin dewy from washing, your body only wearing one of his oversized shirts and some small shorts....

man is gonna wanna be allllll over you

“Damn, kitten who allowed you to look that hot,” he’d purr, his eyes drinking you in as he propped his body on his elbows to get a better look

You’d roll your eyes, a smile on your lips-

Lowkey a perv for his s/o fight me on this

Once you sit down on the bed, its over

Shinso’s hands are all over you, his palms trailing under your shirt as he leaved lazy kisses on your neck

“Cmon, baby, lets have a little fun before we sleep....”

Just tell him your tired, and he’ll comply, turning super fluffy and cuddly in a matter of minutes

Reluctantly tho this boi is horny when hes horny

“Ahh my kitten’s tired? Fine then, you need your rest.”

He’ll lean in to give a sweet kiss, unknowingly of how flavorful you taste now with your chapstick

And OHOHOHO after that its OVER

The taste of vanilla bursts in his mouth, the scent of cherry becoming more prominent-

When did you start tasting so good?

He honestly wont know how to react- he’ll shake his head and blink a few times, “The hell-?” spilling out of his lips

He grabs you buy the chin, his thumb swiping against your lips gently

Once he sees the faint red sheen on his digit, it kinda dawns on him whats going on

You catch on to his confusion, a small giggle spilling out of you as you tell him its just chapstick you bought since your lips felt dry

He’ll just give you a lazy smirk, his lilac eyes a royal purple as he eyes you

This man cant HELP HIMSELF

He’ll lean in for another kiss, this one lasting much longer and more passionate as he tried to capture that taste again

“Do me a favor and keep wearing that kitten,”

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M I R I O

Flavor: Birthday Cake

Im so proud of fidning this picture im sorry it just matches so well

Anywaysssssssss

You had just gotten out of the locker room, your UA uniform a little wrinkled from being balled up while you were training

You walked out the metal doors, your lips feeling much softer than usual- you were in desperate need of chapstick after that particular lesson

Thanks UA for having training grounds that blow up every 5 seconds and spray dust everywhere

But thankfully Neijire is the best person ever and hooked you up with some super cute chapstick

Since it was new and just sitting in her book bag, she just told you to keep it

NEIJIRE WHY YOU GOTTA BE SO SWEET?

You had to admit though, you really liked it- the packaging was pretty cute, it was nice on your skin, but the SMELL

OMG

You felt like a bakery was near you every step you took

And everytime you licked your lips it tasted like sweets, which was an amazing addition

Makes ya wonder how safe it is to consume makeup 👀

Mirio is the cutest boyfirend though-wherever your class is, he waits for you outside and walks with you until you have to go your seperate ways

So, as usual, he’s waiting for you outside the locker room, a wide grin plastered on his face

Once he sees you walk out of the doors, he’s already bounding over, his arms swinging cause hes always just so happy to see you

“Hey sunshine!” he greets you like any other day, his voice just radiating happiness

Some days though, Mirio will kiss the top of your head as he grabs your hand and walks you to his class

Other days, he’s a little more bold, instead leaning down to give you a kiss on your lips as he snakes his hand around your waist

TODAY BABE

IS THAT DAY

You can tell he’s feeling a little more *frisky cause he’s got this mischievous glint in his eyes

ehhhh why not indulge him?

So you get on your tippie toes, leaning in to him and planting a quick kiss on his lips

But thats when Mirio gets confused- did you eat something?Is it cake? CInnamon roll? Cookie? But whatever it is, it tastes GOOD

“Sweetie, did you buy something from the vending machine?” he asks, a confused grin on his face as he eyes you

You laugh, not realizing that Mirio would be affected by your new chapstick too,

“Oh no, its just a chapstick Niejire gave me, I think its cake batter flavored- do you like it?”

Mirio licked his lips , savoring the lingering flavor on his skin

“You batter belive it!”

*cue the groaning

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D E N K I

Flavor: Pina Colada

So Mina, bless her little music crazed heart, somehow won a pack of tickets from a radio station to a new water park opening up not too far from UA

It was superrrrr expensive to get in, but the music station hooked all you guys up with VIP tickers, a private cabana, food, THE WORKS

You had been running around with the group all day

(except Bakugo- he either went to the lazy river or the surfing simulator thignie cause Kaminari said he would wipe out and wanted to prove him wrong)

Everybody else wanted to do everythingggg, from ride the craziest rides to trying all the food the park had

By the end of the day, you were completely beat and just wanted to rest

Mina was sitting beside you in the cabana (again, thank you radio station for hooking some teens up!), just searching it for snacks the boys hadnt eaten

“Aww cmon, really?! We have chapstick but no food?!”

Your head instantly perked up at the sound- chapstick? God, you could deifnitely use some right now from all that chlorine and sun...

You asked Mina to toss you one, the pink skinned girl throwing you a tube as she grumbled about how “piggy” boys were

You checked the flavor on the tube, the fruits on the side label instantly telling you it was something tropical

As you were putting it on, the boys of Bakusquad were bounding up the steps, their feets covered in sand-

“Guess what?! We got Bakugo to go in the wave pool! Isnt that crazy! It had sand on the bottom, like a real beach-”

Kirishima was just gushing and super excited, Bakugo looking like a pissed off wet cat next to him

You sat up quickly, happy to see your boyfriend, his spiky hair all wet from the day and his boxers dripping

As Kirishima and Sero were messing with an extremely annoyed Bakugo, you went and grabbed the boys some towels, giving the last one to your boyfriend

“Aww thanks babe,” he gushed out, his hands grabbing the towel gingerly as he leaned to kiss you

But wait- you tasted- really sweet?

Kaminari pulled back slightly, a small smirk on his lips, cause damn, that tasted really good

“Did you eat some fruit or something? Cause you taste super yummy babe-”

You pointed to your lips as you told him how Mina found some free chapstick lying around in the cabana

Kaminari just gave you this really blissed out stare as he sneaked one more peck from you- he was kinda wishing his friends weren't here, cause hed totally be making out with you with that yummy stuff on your lips...

“Do me a favor and dont take that stuff off, okay? Until we get back to the dorms,”

He sent you a small wink, weaving behind you inconspicously, and giving your bottom a playful pinch

WHY YOU GOTTA BE A FLIRT KAMINARI

(Also before you left Kamianri most definitely dumped the whole jar of chapsticks into his backpack)

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S E R O

Flavor: Peppermint

You and Sero had just gotten coffee from a little cafe when it starts to rain

Like alottttttttttt

And of course it happens when your right outside, waiting for your ride to take you back home

So you two are just standing there like weirdos with the rain POURING, Sero holding up his jacket over both of your heads

But honestly, it’s not doing much to block out the rain, so honestly-why not have some fun?

You run out of the fabric, instantly feeling your whole body get drenched as you start twirling and laughing

“He-hey wait, babe!”

Sero’s gonna be laughing, and now y’all playing a wierd game of tag

Aghhhhhh so cute tho 🥺🥺

He catches you pretty quickly, his tape grabbing your waist and pulling you to him,,,

You instantly collide with his chest, your cheeks rosy from running around so much and your hands resting on his chest

Sero gives you the biggest grin, his finger under your chin and raising it to look at him

“You know your the biggest tease I know?”

“Yup!”

He laughs, placing a kiss on your lips-and omg why are you minty? and it feels soooo good to him, cause honestly mint isn’t a bad flavor-

“Hey babe whatcha got on your lips? Did you eat-gum or something?”

You just laugh and tell him it’s some chapstick you got (imagine the mint eos U KNOW THE ONE)

He asks if it’s the egg chapstick OML 💀

Yes Sero the egg chapstick

His lips are parted a little, his eyes wider than usual cause he’s lowkey confused on how he liked that so much

But he send you another huge grin before he kisses you again-

“I think your gonna need to wear that more for me, yeah?”

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B A K U G O

Flavor: Cinnamon

Bakugo has ben practically forcing you to wake up at ungodly hours with him to train

He says its cause “youre getting weak” but really he’s a total simp for having such close contact with you

Also he’s a little brat and put his all into it so you cant ever beat him, which boosts his ego for some reason?

“Hah, that really the best you got?” he scoffs down at you, his calloused hands pinning you to the ground as his body cages you in for the umpteenth time

Honestly, its hard to fight when your 1) annoyed about loosing and 2) have your hot as hell boyfriend pining you to the ground

But thankfully

THANKFULLY

He was starting to overheat, his breathe coming out in low pants as strands of hair began sticking to his forehead

You felt one of his palms begin to slip ever so slightly near you, and on instinct you knew you had to do something, you finally had an opening-

so you caused a distraction

Your hands quickly flew to the nape of his neck, pressing his head down to your so you could kiss him square on the lips

Bakugo was completely confused in the best way possible- he didnt expect that to happen, but hell, hes not complaining-

until his lips start to tingle

“-the hell?!” he sputters out, his mind trying to figure out what was going on just before you successfuly flip him over, with you now on top

You stared down triumphantly at your boyfriend, not knowing how well that worked- until you noticed how shiny Bakugo lips look

He begins mashing his lips together, trying to rub it off since you had his hands pinned down

“The hell is on my lips? Agh, dont tell me its that weird ass lip stuff that supposed to make your lips bigger or something-’’

Ummmmm how does he know about lip plumping lip gloss? Question for a another day-

“Its chapstick silly,” you giggle, “-cinnamon”

Honestly, he’s gonna like it-this boy likes spicy things and the fact that “spicy” sensation came from his s/o....shoooottttt he is in love

But

Of course

He’s gonna act like it’s wierd or something, cause HES wierd

“Cinnamon? You couldn’t get something normal like cherry or grape?”

You scrunch up your nose, cause yeah your not for those flavors AT ALL, and Bakugo finds his chance

He quickly flips you over, your back now against the floor and his body on top of yours

“Cmon, baka don’t tell me thats seriosuly all you got-“

Don’t remind him that you were able to flip him over tho he’ll turn red and tell you to shut it

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parkerflix · 4 years ago

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about love

wc: 1.14k (i’m so sorry it’s long)

a soft lofi song was playing in the background, and you walked up to the counter seeing a smiling felix standing there.

“hey yn! i didn’t know you were coming in today! is there anything that you’d like to order? it’s on the house!” he said, giggling a bit and giving you his big smile.

a soft smile made its way on your lips “thanks lix, but i texted hyunjin about it and he said he was gonna make them.”

his smile faltered a little (not that you noticed) and he nodded his head. “got it. well if you need any snacks i can grab them for you.”

“thanks felix, i think i’m okay for now but thank you for being willing to help.”

before he could say anything, hyunjin came around , carrier in hand with the drinks.

“here you go cupcake, it’s on the house.”

you locked eyes with him, both mimicking the crescents on each other’s face. felix cleared his throat, a little uncomfortable watching hyunjin and you have a little moment with each other. you grabbed the carrier and thanked both hyunjin and felix before walking out of the cafe towards your car.

placing everything into the front seat (making sure to use all your cup holders for the drinks), you drove to changbin’s house, thankful it was only about a 8 minute drive from the cafe.

changbin’s house was quaint, and you were surprised that he could even afford a house at his age. lolo had never really mentioned 3racha and what it is they exactly do, but you assumed they were successful enough that they were decently well off.

you got out of your car & knocked on the door as best you could, juggling the drinks and snacks, grateful that hyunjin gave you a carrier. the door swung open, a guy with blonde hair and a fitted black tee staring at you.

“oh thank god you’re here i was thinking it wasn’t that hard to find this place but this world is full of incompetent people like yourself.”

you were stunned for a second before rolling your eyes at him.

“so where’s the pizza? don’t tell me you at the entire pizza.”

the nerve of this guy, you thought. you peered into the house, noticing lolo checking her phone, presumably waiting for a message from you.

“actually, i’m not the pizza person. obviously. i’m here to watch the practice.”

the boy gave you a once over which made you slightly self conscious.

“ah so you’re lolo’s friend? i thought you’d look… different.”

“yeah well, sorry to disappoint. can you let me in now?”

“not until you introduce yourself.”

you sighed, completely annoyed at this point just wanting to make it inside. “i’m yn, can i go in now?”

he finally moved to the side, letting you in. you quickly slipped off your shoes and went into the living room.

lolo looked up from where she was on the couch, changbin’s head on her lap while one of her hands absentmindedly played with his hair. she smiled as soon as she saw you, ignoring the scowl that had made it across your face. you sat down on the floor next to her, mumbling a hello when changbin greeted you.

“so did you get my snacks?” lolo said, leaning forward almost pushing changbin off of her in the process. it took a second for him to regain his balance as he nearly fell, before glaring at lolo.

“yes i did, and i got your drinks just like you requested.” handing her the bag with the snacks and drinks.

she took the bag put it on changbin’s stomach which made him let out an “oof!” before she pointed to the carrier.

“and what’s in there?”

as you opened your mouth to answer, the boy from the door and another boy came around and sat down across from you.

“they’re the drinks. i got one for jisung, chan and i.”

you pulled out one that had the name on the side, in hyunjin’s nice handwriting. ‘chan’ it read.

“chan?” you said staring at the two boys. much to your luck, the boy that answered the door raised his hand and as you passed it to him, he slightly tugged on it, making it almost spill.

you went back and pulled out another, before nothing that it had ‘jisung’ written on it with a smiley face.

you looked at jisung, who hadn’t introduced himself to you and saw that he seemed shy. you handed him his drink, which he took from your hands gently. “thank you, yn” he mumbled, almost so quiet you didn’t hear.

you nodded, finally pulling out your drink, seeing that hyunjin wrote a little note on your drink. “to the prettiest girl ever, remember we’re still on for tonight!” you smiled at that, butterflies erupting in your chest.

chan took a sip of his drink before clapping his hands. “okay, now that everyone’s here, let’s get to work.”

their practice had taken some time, but you spent most of it talking to lolo or just playing on your phone. they rehearsed their set list for the gig that they had in two days, fine tuning anything that needed to be done.

they had finally finished, and you started gathering all the trash of all the snacks and drinks laying around. as you went to the kitchen to throw them away, you heard a pair of foot steps behind you. you turned around only to see jisung standing there, eyes wide and a small smile on his face.

“hi. i’m sorry i haven’t officially introduced myself to you but im jisung.”

he held out his hand for you to shake it and you did.

“jisung, i know who you are. you don’t need to be so nervous or anything like that.”

“oh, that’s good then. well i was wondering since practice is over, do you want to go out for some food?”

“thank you for the offer, but i’m meeting up with someone after this.”

“okay then” he scratched his neck clearly feeling a little awkward “could we maybe do it another day? you just seem cool.”

you nodded and turned around, putting the trash away. “yeah, as long as you don’t hit on me the entire time.”

“noted.”

“i’ll text you when i’m free.” you glanced at the clock on the wall, realizing hyunjin’s shift had been over for a while.

“oh shit, i gotta run but we’ll make plans okay?” you quickly went passed him, pausing “by the way jisung, you’re cooler than what i thought you’d be.”

and with that you grabbed your stuff and rushed to meet hyunjin, leaving behind a blushing jisung.

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study-coffee-chicago · 4 years ago

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Stupid Game (A Halstead brothers + Halstead! sister imagine)

If you've read Someone I Used to Know by Patty Blount, you'll understand where I drew the inspiration from. Warning: includes sexual harassment and threats of sexual assault.

Fifteen days. Fifteen days left of this stupid and terrifying game. You could get through fifteen more days of their stupid game, after all, you were already halfway through. But, seeing as it was halfway done, they'd start to get more desperate. You needed something on you, anything. Pepperspray, mace, a knife, a razor blade--

"Y/N," you were snapped out of your thoughts by your brother, Jay, saying your name. "What are you doing up? I thought you had online first block today?" he asked as he poured himself a cup of coffee and grabbed a box of cereal from the cupboard.

"I do," you answered, stirring the peanut butter into your oatmeal once more. "Just wanted to get up and get some math homework done," you lied.

"You didn't do it last night?" Jay asked, raising an eyebrow at you as he sat down across from you.

"I know, I should've done it. But I was frustrated that I couldn't figure it out and figured maybe looking at it in the morning with fresh eyes would help."

"Fair enough."

"You're not mad I procrastinated?" That was one thing both he and Will agreed on when it came to you and school: procrastinating and not getting your assignments done was unacceptable. They said they didn't care about grades as long as you didn't fail-- and you weren't, you were getting all A's and B's-- but they did care about you trying your absolute best.

Jay shook his head. "No, sounds like you got it all figured out." He looked at his watch. "I gotta go. I'm gonna be late. See you when I get home."

Jay stood up and put his bowl and mug into the dishwasher. "Will you be home for dinner?" you asked...which was really code for if he was going to cook or if you were fending for yourself.

"I don't know. We don't have an ongoing case, so depends on today's case." You opened your mouth to ask if you could order takeout when he stopped you. "And, yes, you can get takeout. I just expect the receipt and change."

"I know, I know. Now, go save Chicago," you said, shooing him out the door.

"It's a team effort," he replied.

"Yeah, yeah. Say hi to Hailey for me."

"Will do!" he yelled to you over his shoulder.

You waited another five minutes until you knew that Jay wasn't coming back before starting your mission. You went into Jay's room and opened his closet. After peering at all the shelves, you had almost given up, when a piece of cardboard on the top shelf caught your eye.

"Gonna need a chair for this," you mumbled and then made your way back into the kitchen and dragged a chair into Jay's room.

After moving a few things, you pulled the box down and set it on the floor. "What are you hiding in here, Jay?" you asked yourself, having never seen this box. You knew it was Jay's though because J. Halstead was written on the side in black permanent marker.

Slowly, you opened the box, as if scared something was going to jump out at you or Jay was miraculously going to appear and tell you not to open it. But, neither of those two things happened.

"Holy shit," you muttered as you opened the box. You thought this stuff was stored away in a storage locker, but it was here all along.

Inside the box was Jay's military uniform, all folded up, along with his dog tags and a few pictures from his time overseas. You felt like you were looking at one of Jay's most intimate secrets, just by looking at this stuff. You wondered who in those pictures came home and who didn't. There was also a small leather journal, and tied to the side of it was a knife.

You picked up the journal and untied the knife from it. You'd be lying if you said that opening the journal and reading it hadn't crossed your mind. But, you viewed your brother as a war hero, and if there was anything in there that would change that view, you didn't want to know. You also knew he had seen some horrific things over there, not that he had ever given you any specific details on the missions, you just knew because of how hard some cases hit him, especially kid cases.

So, you placed everything back into the box just like you found it and put it back on the shelf. Except for the knife, that you kept.

It felt heavy in your hands. The red handle was faded, probably from all the sand that had rubbed against it overseas. You ran a finger over the blade, a little dull from not being sharpened in all these years.

You jumped as your phone alarm went off, alerting you that you had half an hour before you had to leave. You turned it off and placed the knife in your pocket. Then, you dragged the chair back to the kitchen and continued to get ready for school, the extra protection you now had would make you feel more protected for these next fifteen days, that you were sure of.

With the knife safely placed in your backpack half an hour later, you headed off to school.

***

Jay furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at his phone. Your school was calling him, which was odd. The only reason he thought that they'd be calling was that you didn't show up, you weren't a troublemaker like he was when he was in high school. The stakes were higher now, so you couldn't afford to mess up.

"Sarge, I gotta take this. It's Y/N's school," he said and then proceeded to walk to an interrogation room for some privacy in case the call was serious.

"Jay Halstead," Jay said as he answered.

"Mr. Halstead this is Ben White, principal of Central Chicago High School. I have Y/N in my office right now and I would appreciate it if you could come down here."

"Is she in trouble?" Jay asked, knowing if it were anything other than that, he would have told him.

There was a pause on the other end of the line as the principal tried to figure out what to say. "Somewhat. I'll explain more in person."

"Okay, thank you. I'll be there in twenty minutes."

He hung up the phone and exited the interrogation room and went back into the bullpen to grab his keys and coat.

"Everything okay?" Voight asked.

"Not really. Y/N got in trouble at school, so I gotta go talk to her principal."

"What'd she do?" Kevin asked.

"Don't know yet, said he'll explain when I get there."

"Just don't be too hard on her. She's a good kid, Jay."

"I know, which is why I'm shocked that she's in trouble at all."

Hailey placed a hand on his shoulder. "Just call me if you need anything, okay?"

"Okay."

***

When Jay walked into the principal's office, it was just like he remembered it from when he was in trouble in high school. Most of his were for a few fistfights at lunch or just not doing his homework. Hell, when he looked at you, you were in the same position he was always in whenever your guys' mom or dad had to come to pick him up: hands in your lap, head down, and eyes trained on the floor like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

"Mr. Halstead, take a seat," Mr. White motioned for him to sit in the other empty seat facing his desk.

"Please, call me Jay. Mr. Halstead's my father. Now, what's this about?" he asked, looking between you and the principal to see which one of you would be the one to tell him.

"Well, as you know we have a very strict no-weapons policy at the school. And, well, your sister, this fell out of her locker."

At this, you looked up, wanting to gauge Jay's reaction. Something flashed across his eyes for a moment, and then anger took over a few seconds later. "A knife? Really? And my Ranger's knife at that?"

"I'm sorry," you mumbled. But, you couldn't tell him what was going on. After all, it's not like the school would do anything about it, which wasn't for lack of trying because oh people had tried alright.

Jay took a deep breath, not wanting to blow up at you in front of anyone. "Why do you even have it?"

When you didn't answer him, he turned to your principal. "She said that she was snooping through your stuff, and she found the knife, thought it was cool, and wanted to show it to her friends."

Now, snooping, Jay could see. But showing a knife to your friends? Even having a remote interest in any type of weapon? Well, that just wasn't you and you both knew that. But, he knew you wouldn't tell him the real reason unless you were alone, even then it was a long shot.

"I see," Jay nodded. "Let's not beat around the bush here. What kind of trouble is she in?"

"Well, typically we have to call the cops on this type of stuff, but I figured since you were a cop, that this would do. Typically, there's also a three to five day suspension that comes with these things, but seeing everything she's gone through in the past years and that she has outstanding grades and never has even had a detention, I'm going to let her off with a warning. She just has to go home for the rest of the day," Mr. White answered.

"And this won't be on her record?" Jay asked.

"This won't be on her record," Mr. White confirmed.

"What do you say, Y/N?" Jay asked.

"I'm sorry," you apologized, looking up once again.

"And?"

"And it won't happen again." Jay cleared his throat, telling you that you forgot something. "Sir," you added quickly.

It was always something your dad had taught Jay and Will when they got in trouble, that they had to use either sir or ma'am in the apology. Up until today, you never had to use it, but here you were. There's a first time for everything.

"I'm sure it won't," Mr. White said.

"I'm gonna go get my stuff," you said to Jay before leaving the principal's office.

Jay rubbed a hand down his face and sighed. Then, he turned back to Ben White. "I'm really sorry about this. I don't know why she'd do anything like this. This isn't like her--"

"Jay, she's been through a lot," he sympathized. "She's probably just acting out. Every teenager goes through that. We both know you did."

Mr. White was a young teacher back when Jay and Will were in high school, and he got to see some of Jay's fights first hand. He even had to rip him off a kid once in the cafeteria.

"Hey, they were always for good reasons...And, I always won."

"Now that you're not a student anymore, I can agree with that statement." He heard the door to the main office open. "Just, don't be too hard on her, okay?"

Jay nodded and stood up and left the office. Now he had to deal with his sister and try to figure out what was actually the real cause of this.

***

You started to run up the stairs but were stopped quickly by Jay's stern voice. "No, come back down here. We're going to talk about this."

You sighed, knowing you were going to be in deep shit from him since you got nothing from the school. You handed him your phone, but surprisingly, he handed it back to you.

"I get to keep my phone?"

"You do, but that's only because I'm letting you drive to and from school and that's it. You go to school and you come straight home. No stopping for coffee, donuts, fries, nothing. I need you to have your phone on you in case you get in an accident." You nodded, knowing his logic was sound.

"How long?"

"Three weeks."

"Jay! But homecoming's in two and a half! And I'm going dress shopping with Emma this weekend!"

"Should've thought of that before you brought a knife to school, my military knife at that. Why were you looking through my stuff anyway?"

"Just curious, I guess." It was a lie and you both knew it.

"That's not the truth. What's going on? Come on, you know you can tell me."

Not this I can't. But, you didn't say that. "That is the truth, Jay. Now, how am I going to get my homecoming dress?"

"You don't need a dress if you're not going to the dance."

"You can't keep this from me--"

"Yes, yes I can. If it was detention for tardies or a failed test or hell, even a fight, this wouldn't be happening. But you brought a knife to school. Not only is that against school rules, but it's against the law. What you did was illegal, Y/N."

"I know and I'm sorry."

"Sorry doesn't cut it this time, not with this. But, if you want to get a dress and go to the dance, maybe doing some extra chores can get you that."

"So, I don't have to tell Emma I can't come this weekend?" you asked, hopefully.

"Not what I said. You still can't go with Emma. If you earn back that privilege, Hailey can take you."

"But, Jay--"

"No buts. I put the offer on the table and I can just as easily take it off."

"Uh, fine."

"Now, I know you have classwork from the classes you missed today, so get to it. And, don't think I won't be telling Will about this."

***

You jolted awake from your sleep. Must've just been a nightmare, you thought. A really loud nightmare.

"You bastard!" you heard Jay yell.

Okay, so not a nightmare.

"Get away from him!"

Him? Who else was in the house besides you and Jay?

If it was serious, you knew Jay would have come to wake you up to get you out of the house or yelled your name by now. Slowly, you stood up and grabbed your phone. Then, you exited your room and walked across the hall to Jay's.

You heard more yelling and tossing and turning as you stood outside his door. After taking a deep breath, you slowly turned the knob and walked into his room.

When you saw the way Jay looked, you instantly knew what this was. "Let him go and no one gets hurt!" he yelled at the top of his lungs.

Jay turned towards you as if he had heard a noise in his nightmare which caused him to abruptly turn. His eyes were moving rapidly beneath his eyelids and his face was dripping sweat.

Luckily, he started to calm down. His breathing started to slow and he hadn't yelled for over a minute.

"Jay," you whispered, taking a step closer to him. "Jay. Jay Halstead," you repeated, this time a little louder.

Nothing. You took a risk and touched his shoulder. "Bastard!" he yelled, throwing a punch which caused you to jump back, his fist narrowly missing your face.

Now it was his as well as your breathing that was coming out jagged.

You couldn't wake him up. You couldn't risk touching him again.

Jay yelled out again, causing you to jump and run out of his room.

You pulled out your phone and dialed the familiar number, hoping that he hadn't gotten called into work.

"Hmmm, hello?" your oldest brother's voice came through your phone, thick with sleep.

"Will, I need you. Please come over."

"Y/N? What's wrong?" He immediately sat up in bed upon hearing the worry in your voice.

"Jay's he's having a nightmare and I can't wake him up and--"

Yelling could be heard in the background and Will cut you off. "Is that him?"

"Yeah." The next part, you said quieter. You knew it wasn't Jay's fault this was happening, but it didn't make your feelings any less valid. "Will, I'm scared."

You heard a door close on Will's end. "It's okay. I don't think he's ever sleep-walked from a nightmare. Just, whatever you do, do not touch him. Understand?"

"Yes." More screaming. "Please, just hurry."

You don't know how you got through those fifteen minutes without completely breaking down. And, in those fifteen minutes, it had gone from yelling to hearing a few things slam to the ground. You assumed it was just things on Jay's bedside table, like his alarm clock, water bottle, and phone that had fallen from him trying to throw punches every which way, but you were too scared to check. What if he was up and standing and could throw things at you? You couldn't do that.

The sight Will saw when he unlocked the door and walked into the house completely broke his heart. You were sitting on the couch, wrapped in a blanket with your feet tucked under you, and silent tears were streaming down your face. If Will hadn't known any better, he would have thought you were making yourself as small as possible as if to disappear.

Will knelt down in front of you so that he was at eye level with you. "Hey, has it gotten worse?" You didn't look at him and that was all the confirmation Will needed.

You let out a deep shaky sob, finally feeling like it was safe for you to make noise again. Will took that opportunity to envelop you in a hug. "It's okay. It's okay. He can't hurt you. It's not him that's doing this. He doesn't know he's home."

"I know he thinks he's in Afghanistan, but he, Will, he almost, if I didn't..." you trailed off, not knowing how to tell your brother that Jay had almost hit you.

"What did he almost do, Y/N? You know he'll want all the details when he wakes up, so just tell me. I promise I won't be mad at him."

You took a deep breath. "He almost hit me, Will. I touched his shoulder and he just swung and--"

"Did I or did I not tell you not to touch him?"

"This was before I called you."

There was another crash and you whimpered. Will gave you one last squeeze and stood up. "Whatever you do, do not follow me, Y/N. I don't want you to see this."

You nodded and tugged your blanket tighter around you as if that was even possible.

The ice was melting in Will's hands as he walked towards Jay's bedroom. He could hear yelling, well, they were more like loud sobs at this point. The floor next to his bed was covered in things that fell from his bedside table: his alarm clock, water bottle, phone, the lamp...which luckily hadn't been on and the bulb hadn't broken.

"Now or never," Will muttered to himself as he stepped towards his younger brother. Then, he flung the ice out in front of him, causing it to land on Jay, and jumped back as fast as possible.

"You bastard! Fuck!" Jay's eyes shot open, drinking in his surroundings.

"Jay," Will said, quietly alerting his brother of his presence before placing his hand on his shoulder. "You're home, in Chicago, you're safe." Noticing that Jay's breathing hadn't yet slowed, Will overexaggerated his inhales and exhales. "Breathe with me. In...Out...In...Out...Good..." And so they continued that until Jay no longer needed Will to guide him through his breathing.

"What happened?" he asked, looking to where his things were strewn on the floor.

"Y/N called me. You were screaming and she tried to wake you up, but couldn't."

Jay's eyes widened. "Oh, God. I didn't...Please tell me I didn't hurt her, Will."

"No, but you did come close. She said she touched your shoulder and you just swung. She jumped out the way, though."

"Oh, God. I almost hit her, Will. Fuck. I'm a horrible brother."

Will sat done next to his brother, despite his sheets being all sweaty. "You are not a horrible brother, far from it. She knows it wasn't you that was doing this. Your mind was somewhere else. Now, do you wanna tell me what happened?"

"It was, it was all because of that damn knife. I don't know why I even kept it in the first place, Will."

"You kept telling someone to let go of him and called someone a bastard. Who?"

"I- There was this kid. His dad was gonna kill him and put a gun to his head. I tried, but I couldn't, I couldn't..." Jay let out a strangled sob and wiped the tears that ran down his face.

Will started to run a hand up and down his back, something he learned long ago that soothed Jay after nights like these. "And the knife?"

"I used that to kill the boy's father. I should have just gotten rid of it when I had the chance."

"Jay, I'm sorry all of this got dug up."

"Yeah, me too. I'm not proud of the man I was back then. I thought I was over this."

"It's okay to fall apart sometimes."

Jay nodded, even though he hated when it happened because the bigger they are, the harder they fall. He bottles up all his emotions that when he finally falls apart, he explodes.

"I think Y/N would want to know you're okay," Will suggested.

You were still in the same position you had been in when Will left you when you heard footsteps approaching you and looked up. Jay's eyes were bloodshot and it was clear as day that he had been crying. You felt the couch dip as Jay sat next to you.

"I'm sorry," Jay said. Slowly, as if not to scare you, he wrapped an arm around your blanket-covered body.

"You scared me," you whispered.

"I know. Will told me. I'm so sorry." He scanned your face, making sure that Will wasn't lying to him when he had told him that he hadn't hit you. "I just need you to know that what you saw, that wasn't me, Y/N. It was my mind bringing me back to a very dark place. I would never, ever, ever knowingly scream at you like that or lay a hand on you."

"I know. You didn't even yell that bad with everything that happened at school today. But, it's all my fault."

"Y/N, look at me." You looked up, your eyes red-rimmed from all the crying. "None of this is your fault. Yes, seeing that knife triggered me. But, I could've just as easily seen it if the box fell over and the knife fell out."

You knew what he was getting at. He was trying to assure you that you and the knife were not what triggered him. It was the knife and the knife only.

"Can Will spend the night?" you asked, knowing that if it happened again, you wouldn't be alone when dealing with it.

"Of course. Now, go back to bed. You've got school tomorrow."

You nodded and stood up, knowing he was right. It was currently 3:30 in the morning and you had been up for an hour and a half and you needed to be awake by 6:00. And, you knew that you needed your focus to be razor sharp at school now that you didn't have any protection.

"Goodnight. I love you guys."

***

The weekend had come and gone and now it was Monday. As much as you hated Mondays, the ones before homecoming were becoming increasingly worse. Everything was fine until you had walked out of school, keys in hand.

"What the fuck?" you yelled as you were slammed into the side of your car, your cheek hitting the window hard.

Then, you felt a hand squeeze your butt. "Fifty points," he whispered in your ear.

Tears sprung to your eyes as you felt his hand reach for your keys. "Get the fuck away from her, Evans!"

Then, you felt him being ripped off of you, by none other than Jordan Atwater.

"Whatever," Derek Evans grumbled as he shrugged Jordan's hands off him. "I got fifty points and she just went from 200 to 250 for the rest of it." Then, he walked away and Jordan was quickly at your side.

"Are you okay?"

"No," you sniffled.

"Here, let me take you home, and then we can tell Kevin and Jay and they can come get your car."

"No! They can't know about this Jordan and you know that!"

"Y/N, he just did that forcibly and they just increased the point value for..." he trailed off, not wanting to say the disgusting words.

"Jordan, I'm fine. I can handle this."

"Fucking hell, Y/N. Do you know what I heard rumors about in the locker room?" You shook your head, not wanting to know at all, but knowing Jordan would tell you anyway. "He was planning on taking your keys so that you'd have to go with him. Some other guys were planning on following you home tomorrow."

"I can't- I don't know what to do, Jordan. It used to just be a stupid game, but now it's this and- fuck."

"I know, I know. Listen, how about I check on you after practice to make sure no one comes over?"

"Jay grounded me. I'll just get in more trouble if you come over."

"What'd you do?"

"Just something stupid," you answered. You knew that if you told him about the knife, he would most definitely tell Kevin.

He raised an eyebrow at you, but let your lie slide. "You're telling Jay tonight or so help me God, I am telling Kevin tomorrow before school."

"Can I just come over to your house?" you muttered.

Somehow, he heard you. "I thought you said Jay would be mad at you?"

"Then we can tell Kev and if Kev knows first, he can tell Jay because I don't want to be the one to tell him. He'll freak."

"Yeah. Tell you what? I'll pick you up at your house right after practice and then we can go to mine."

"Thanks for having my back, Jordan."

"Hey, that's what friends are for."

***

Jordan sucked in a breath as his phone dinged, alerting him that someone else had posted something on that stupid leaderboard for that stupid game.

"Aren't you gonna get that?" you asked as you sat next to him on the couch, assuming it was a text message notification.

"It's, uh, it's not important."

"If it's a text it's probably important."

Before Jordan even had time to react, you snatched the phone from the table in front of him. But, you quickly regretted your decision as your face paled and tears sprang to your eyes.

"Are they- are they all saying these things about me?" you asked, barely above a whisper as you handed Jordan his phone.

His eyes quickly skimmed the comment on the leaderboard in front of him and he sighed. "I mean, they've said some pretty horrible things, but this is up there with the most disgusting."

"What's most disgusting?" Kevin asked as he walked inside to see you two sitting on the couch, Jordan trying to keep his phone away from you despite you having already seen the comment. "Wait, aren't you grounded, Y/N?"

"Does Jay tell all my business to Intelligence?" you grumbled.

Kevin shrugged as he hung up his jacket. "Pretty much. But really, wat'cha doing here?"

You and Jordan shared a look that didn't go unnoticed by Kevin. "What's going on?"

***

"So you wanted to talk to me first so that I could help you break the news to Jay?" Kevin asked.

"Yeah," you mumbled, shocked by you hadn't broken down yet. It was probably just because you were scared to tell Jay, scared of how he would react to people who were doing this, and scared of how he would react to you not having told him until now.

"Let me call him. I think he still had to finish up some paperwork, so maybe he hasn't noticed that you're gone yet."

Kevin walked away to go talk to Jay in private and Jordan went to the kitchen to grab you both some water. Absentmindedly, you ran your fingers over your cheek, not doubting that there would be a bruise there tomorrow due to how hard Derek shoved you up against your car.

"Need some ice?" Kevin asked, having reentered.

"I'm fine," you quickly said, knowing that Jay and Will would be babying you about your face anyway.

"If you say so."

Jordan returned with the water and slid one to you. "Jay mad?" he asked his older brother.

"I mean, I told him Y/N was over here and that she has something to tell him and to not get mad at her."

"Great, that helps a lot," you replied sarcastically.

"I also told him we might have a case."

"Okay, so he knows it's bad then. I just don't wanna blow this out of proportion--"

"Girl, blow this outta proportion?" Jordan interrupted. "They're planning on assaulting you! I think you can blow this up however much you want!"

"I just don't wanna be the one to start this conversation," you admitted.

"We gotchu, girl, we gotchu," Kevin reassured you.

***

"You better have a good reason why you left the house-- without telling me I might add-- when you're grounded!" That was the first thing Jay yelled as Kevin let him into the house.

"Whoa, calm down, man. She's got a good reason to be here--"

"A good reason? A good reason being that she wanted to hang out with Jordan when I clearly stated that she was to come straight home after school!"

Roughly, he pulled a chair out from under the table to sit down across from you. You stayed staring at the wood of the table, not wanting to look him in the eye. "You have a good reason, Y/N?" he asked smugly. "Then look me in the eye and tell me that reason."

Jordan squeezed your shoulder in reassurance, which gave you the bit of confidence you needed to look your brother in the eyes. "I- there's these points and I was pushed and..." you ran your hands down your face in frustration, trying to stop your tears. "I can't do this."

"Is that a bruise forming on your cheek?" Jay asked as you removed your hands from your face, his eyes immediately softening. You nodded. "Care to elaborate?"

"A football player shoved me up against my car and then he- and then he grabbed my ass."

"Does this football player have a name?" he asked, looking to Jordan because he was on the football team.

"He does, but there's more and I'm gonna tell you that first because I don't think Y/N wants to."

"Thank you," you whispered to Jordan.

"So it's more than just a stupid kid playing grab-ass with my sister?" Jay asked, anger starting to seep out once more.

"There's point values attached to each grab," Jordan started. "Grab a girl, it's usually 50 points. Do some other things with her, there's more depending on what it is. Freshmen are strictly off-limits, so it's Y/N's first year dealing with it."

"How long has it been going on?"

"I think the game started totally five years ago. It happens for a month leading up to homecoming. Anyone on the varsity football team pays $10 to play, and whoever has the most points at the end of the month gets the money.

"And this year, they started a leaderboard online, where you can vote on doing different things. If it gets enough votes, it's up for grabs for points. And well, just take a look."

Jordan slid his open phone to Jay and he scrolled through the website, complete with a leaderboard. He looked at the most recent comments and scrolled to the beginning of the thread.

200 points if you can get the cop's sister to give you oral

Jay swallowed a lump in his throat as he read the title and continued to scroll.

100 for the actual act and another 100 if you get it on video

Deal

Definitely

Just don't get caught

She's small so it shouldn't be that hard

Think she had a crush on me last year, so this should be a piece of cake. Pay up boys

You're on, Evans

Then, he got to the comments after today's events had occurred.

Grabbed Halstead's ass in the parking lot and was so close to getting her keys, but Atwater stopped me. Buzzkill. It's gettin' close to hoco, so points for her are now up to 250

Eh, I'll just follow her home tomorrow and then get her before her brother gets home

Her lips will probably feel so good wrapped around me

Jay let out a shaky breath as he got to the end of the thread. "You're right, Kev. I think we might have a case on our hands. You wanna go home, Y/N?"

"I'm scared," you said as you looked up at your brother, tears streaming down your face. "What if they come to the house, Jay?"

"Y/N, I promise you that I will never, ever allow that to happen."

***

You were in the shower, but you could still make out the faint sound of Jay's voice. You didn't know who he was talking to, but you assumed it was either Will, Voight, or Hailey.

All the events of the past two weeks came down on you, crushing you like a ton of bricks. You knew this game was going to happen, but what you didn't know was that they going to do that 200, well now 250 points for you. At least, you hadn't known until Jordan told you and begged you to tell someone.

Since the start of this sick, twisted game, you made sure to wear something that always covered your butt, such as a long sweater or hoodie paired with jeans or leggings. But apparently, that didn't stop money-hungry and hormonal teenage boys.

The first time it happened, it was just a quick pinch when you were standing at your locker, nothing too alarming. Hell, you hadn't even known who it was. But then, once the 200 points were on the line, they started getting more and more aggressive, cornering you after lunch or after class, blocking you from exiting the locker bank.

You had heard the whispers of what Derek Evans planned to do, so you took matters into your own hands, hence stealing Jay's knife from the Rangers. People always said to go to the school, that they'd stop if enough people told. But, they never stopped. Girls had tried and tried last year, and nothing happened. Hell, you were so close to talking to the principal but were cornered right before walking into the main office, so you gave up. You figured you could just put up with it until it was over, despite how much anxiety simply going to school was now giving you.

You stepped out of the shower, dried off, and changed into your pajamas. Then, you glanced at yourself in the mirror: puffy and red eyes and cracked lips stared back at you. You hadn't even felt human since this thing started. You felt like a fucking object.

A fucking arcade game that told them that if they tried hard enough they'd win a damn prize.

The gut-wrenching sob that left your lips stopped Jay on his way to the kitchen. Jay made his way to the bathroom and knocked on the door, your sobs still ever-present.

"Y/N, can I come in? Please?" He asked quietly, using the voice he used when he had to talk to children on the job.

"I just wanna be a-alone right now J-Jay," you hiccupped.

Jay sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "You know I can't let you do that. It's not healthy." He didn't get a response, so he just stood outside the bathroom, hoping you'd exit sooner rather than later.

Unfortunately, that didn't happen. And your breathing just got shallower and shallower. "Are you dressed?" he asked.

It took you a moment, but somehow you managed to tell him that you were.

Your vision was starting to go blurry and your feet and fingers were starting to go numb. The sides of your head were pounding so much that you thought it was going to explode.

Jay took a paperclip and unfolded it, then pressed it into the knob until a click was heard. The door was heavier than he had expected, alerting him that you were slumped against it. You felt yourself being pushed forward, but at this point, you didn't even care since you were too focused on not passing out. But, if you did pass out you figured, at least your mind wouldn't wander to all the recent events.

"Y/N, Y/N, open those eyes for me, okay? Just look at me. Focus on me," Jay urged you after he had squeezed himself through the door and was now crouching down in front of you.

"C-Can't-- Open eyes-- hurts," you said through shallow and fast breaths.

"Okay. I'm gonna squeeze your hand. Just focus on the touch and try and follow my breathing."

"What-- if I-- pass-- out?"

"I won't let that happen. Now in, out, in, out. Good. Now I'm gonna add a second. In, out, in, out..."

You continued to focus on Jay's voice as you slowly but surely started to regain feeling in your feet and fingers.

"Can you open your eyes for me?" Jay asked, once your breathing had returned to a semi-normal state for a few cycles. Slowly, you opened your eyes but quickly closed them. "Head still hurt?"

"Yeah."

"That'll happen when not enough oxygen gets to the brain. You can even ask Will to fact check me." You heard the doorbell ring. "Speaking of Will..."

"You didn't."

"But I did. He brought food, too."

"Jay? Y/N? You here?" you heard Will yell from down the hallway after he entered the house.

"Bathroom!" Jay replied, causing you to wince due to how close he was to your ear. "Sorry."

"What the hell happened?" Will asked as he rushed to crouch down in front of you, going into doctor mode when he saw your eyes were clenched shut. There was a pause as Jay mouthed panic attack to his older brother. "Okay, well I'm gonna go get you some water, hopefully that'll make your head stop hurting and then I'll check out that cheek of yours."

"Do you have to?" you whined.

"Kid, one day you'll thank me for this."

"I doubt it," you mumbled.

Will came back with a glass of water and slid it into your hand, making sure that your hand was firmly wrapped around it before letting go. After waiting about a minute after you'd finished the water, you opened your eyes.

"Better?" Will asked.

"Better," you confirmed. "Thanks."

"That's what big brothers are for."

"So that means you don't have to go all doctor on me?"

"Ha, that was funny. Now, sit on the counter so I can take a look."

You pushed yourself off the floor and then onto the counter, Jay standing up after you to stand next to Will. Great, now you had two worried older brothers both looking at the same thing. At least they weren't both doctors.

"Damn, it's already bruising," Jay said as he looked on.

Will hand gently touched your cheek. "Tell me if anywhere hurts." He touched from your jaw up to your cheek bone, but the only place you told him that hurt was between the two and a bit at the bottom of your cheek bone.

"You're lucky," Will started, "You hit it just a bit higher I might have to take you in for x-rays to make sure you didn't bruise or fracture your cheek bone."

"No hospital?" you asked hopefully.

"No hospital," Will confirmed. "Just lots of ice."

"Come on, let's go get that food Will brought before it gets too cold...and the beer for me and him gets warm."

***

You walked into Intelligence with Jay the next morning, trying to think of anything but the worried looks you were getting. "It's okay to be scared," Jay told you, giving your shoulder a squeeze. "And, I'll be there the whole time."

"Do you have to?" you asked him.

"Because you're a minor and I'm your legal guardian, they can't talk to you unless I'm there. So, yes, I have to be with you."

"Hailey," Voight's raspy voice carried through the bullpen. "You go talk to Y/N. Ruzek, go talk to Jordan."

"Jordan's here?" you asked, looking up at Jay.

"Yeah. Kevin wanted him to give a statement, too. Said he can attest to all the stuff that was said in the locker room."

"Oh." You didn't want to think about the things that were said. If you thought what they were posting was bad, what they talked about in the locker room you knew would be ten times worse.

You followed Hailey into the breakroom. Despite being here dozens of times before, it felt odd to you this time, eerie, as it was waiting to gobble up your deepest and darkest secrets and fears and share them with the world.

Hailey sat across from you and Jay sat next to you. "Jay, I need you to read this over and sign it since Y/N's a minor." She slid two pieces of paper over to him and he glanced at them and quickly scribbled his signature.

Hailey gave him a look that said you're not gonna read it? "I've told parents what this says before. I know the drill." Hailey nodded and took the papers from him.

"Start from the beginning, Y/N. What happened with Derek Evans?" Hailey prompted.

"I have a question." Here goes nothing. Hailey nodded at you to continue while Jay furrowed his eyebrows. He had been over how this was going to work with you before you even stepped out of the house this morning to try and ease your nerves. "Does it matter?"

"Does what matter? What he did to you? Of course, it does," Hailey answered.

"No, sorry. That came out wrong. "Does it matter that I had a crush on him last year...and kinda into this year." The crush only lasted two months into this school year though, when you found out he had cheated on his current girlfriend. But last year, oh last year your crush was in full swing and you took every opportunity you could to talk to the then junior, and there was no fooling anyone in that school that you had been head over heels for him.

"I'm sorry. I'm not following," Hailey apologized.

"Since I had a crush on him and he knew it, couldn't he take that as I wanted this?"

"No. It's only consent if both parties agreed to it."

"But maybe me having a crush on him would make him think that."

Now, it was Jay's turn to speak. "Did you take health class yet?"

"No, I take it next semester. Why?"

"The teacher will talk about consent there, but I guess we're doing it now." He looked at Hailey to make sure this was okay and she nodded at him to continue. "What do you think has to happen for someone to not consent?"

"One of them has to say no or stop."

"Is that the only way to be sure?"

"I mean, I guess."

"See, that's where you're wrong. It's not consent if you slap his hand away. It's not consent if you're too drunk to say yes. Same for drugs. It's not consent if you're coerced into it. And, consent can be revoked at any time. Any time. To keep it simple for you to remember right now, it's only consent if you and him both said yes to this. And, I know you didn't say yes to what happened to you and what they were threatening to do to you."

"So, even though I didn't say stop or no right away when he pushed me up against my car and grabbed me, I still wasn't consenting?" you asked.

"No," Hailey answered. "Did he ask to grab your butt?"

"No."

"Therefore, there was no consent involved."

There was a knock on the door and Hailey got up to answer it. "Halstead, a word," Voight ordered, motioning for him to follow.

Jay glanced at you. "Hey, don't worry, kid. Everything will work out one way or another."

Jay followed Voight into his office and closed the door. "What's up, Sarge?"

"The kid who grabbed your sister, well he's 18, Jay. Just turned 18 last month."

"So, we can press more charges?"

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. Since all we have are threats and Y/N's and Jordan's word against his, most we can do is forcible touching. If he had acted on the threat, then that'd be a different story."

"So, you're saying that she had to be forced to have oral sex with this ass to press more charges? The threats aren't enough? Even though we clearly have proof of the threats from that goddamn leaderboard."

"I know it's not ideal--"

Jay threw his hands up. "Ideal? It's ridiculous!"

Voight was about to say something, but was stopped by a knock on his office door. "Yeah?" he asked.

"Boss, we got a problem," Ruzek said as he entered.

"What type of problem?"

"The Evans kid? Yeah, well his dad's the president of the school board."

"You're kidding."

"Wish I was, Boss."

"Jay, go see if Y/N knew about this. The rest of us are gonna figure out how to proceed with this new information."

Jay was about to enter the breakroom, when his phone buzzed. It was Will.

Any news? the text read.

Other than the fact that the Evans kid's dad is the president of the school board and we only have enough to get him on forcible touching, no nothing new.

Jay didn't even think about the fact that he was sharing information about an open investigation. To him, this was just him talking to his brother about the case that involved his sister.

Jay held down the power button to turn his phone off and then walked back into the breakroom. "Anything?" Hailey asked.

"Uh, yeah. But let's finish interviewing Y/N first. I know we had to stop since I left."

Jay sat back down next to you and Hailey started questioning you once again.

"Did you know that this game was going to happen?" Hailey asked.

"Yeah, that's why I started wearing long sweaters and hoodies, to try and cover up my butt."

"Okay, and when it start to turn into more than grabs?"

"Um, one day Jordan called me after school and he told me that Derek was planning to get me to..." you trailed off, not wanting to say it.

"I know you think it's disgusting to say, Y/N, but I need you to say what he said to you."

You looked up at Jay, feeling like a five-year-old who was about to say a swear word. "It's okay. We won't laugh or get mad."

"He uh, Jordan told me that Derek was going to get me to give him a blowjob...even if he had to force me to do it."

A few tears ran down your face. Even though your brother was a cop, telling the actual cops in an actual statement made it that much more real.

"Do you want a break? Some water maybe?" Hailey asked.

"No, I'm fine. I just wanna get this over with."

"Okay. Did anyone try and tell the principal? Any teachers? Other adults?"

"Girls tried, they really did. They told Mr. White, the principal, but he said that they didn't have any proof. And, he also said that they were football players and that some of them had shots at scholarships for D1 schools. Why would we want to wreck that for them, is what he had asked us. And, Derek's dad is on the school board, so we knew that even if it went further than the principal and to the superintendent or school board, that nothing would happen.

"I was gonna try to tell Mr. White once, but I was cornered before I got into the main office, so I was scared."

You turned to Jay now. "I'm sorry. I should've told you when this all started but I didn't want to get made fun of or have more things happen at school because what if they canceled football and it was all my fault and--"

"You need to remember that you did nothing wrong. Absolutely nothing, you hear me?" you nodded. "And what White did, basically saying that boys will be boys, that makes me sick. And if I had a way to arrest him, I would."

"Thanks, Jay."

A comfortable silence fell over you before you explained everything else, like Derek shoving you against your car and forcibly grabbing your ass. You also explained how Jordan had said that he was planning on taking your keys so you'd have to have oral with him to get them back and how other players were planning on following you home.

After that, you were out in the bullpen, when Trudy Platt came up the stairs. "Hank, Halstead, I need you to go this address."

Platt handed Voight a piece of paper, which you're assuming had the address on it. "Why? This doesn't have to do with our case. Couldn't patrol do it?"

"I don't think Halstead would be pleased if I put his brother in lockup, so I figured I'd have you two go check it out," she answered.

"What did Will do?" you piped up before Jay could.

"Let's just say him and Derek Evans each got a few punches in," Trudy answered. "I thought you two could be the ones to go down and get him."

"Thanks, Trudy," Voight said as he started to walk downstairs. But, he stopped when he noticed that Jay wasn't following.

"Uh, Hailey," Jay called. "Could you maybe take Y/N to Will's house while I do this? I just don't want her at home in case they somehow got our address."

"Yeah, no problem," Hailey answered, taking the spare key Jay handed her.

You four walked down the stairs and then each headed your separate ways. Once Jay and Voight were in the car, Voight turned to him. "Care to tell me how Will found the name and address?"

"Sarge, I have absolutely no idea." And then he remembered the text he sent. "Oh, oh shit. Listen, it was an accident. He asked me if we had any new information, and I told him that Derek was 18 and he must've just went from that. Sorry, I wasn't thinking. To me, this isn't just an investigation, it's an investigation that involves my sister and I was just giving information to my brother without thinking about the legal ramifications."

"I get it, Jay. I did the same thing with Justin."

"Are we really arresting him?"

"No, but we are gonna have a chat with Derek and his father."

***

"I want to press charges!" Derek Evans' dad yelled when Jay and Hank rolled up to the scene. "This man assaulted my son!"

"Yeah? Well, your son assaulted my sister, so I think it's even!" Will spat back.

"Let's just take a moment to talk this out," Voight said, stepping between the two.

"I won't talk until you put this man in handcuffs!"

Voight turned and nodded at Jay. "Sarge, you can't be--"

"I am serious, Jay. Now do it and bring him to the car. Now."

Jay gritted his teeth and put Will's hands behind his back. "You have the right to right to remain silent. If you give up this right, anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law. If you do not have the money to afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand these rights as they have been told to you?" Jay recited as he led Will to the car.

"Yes. Jay, what are you--"

"Just go with it," Jay hissed in his ear, causing his older brother to shut up.

Jay put Will in the back of the car and then got in the passenger seat. "Now, in a second I'm going to take these off and then I'm gonna go inside and talk to them with Voight. Do not, under any circumstances, get out of the car. You understand me?"

"Yeah, now can you get these off me? You put 'em on real tight, Jay."

Jay smirked as he took Will out of the car and undid his cuffs. "Payback for all the times you poked me with a needle." Then, he looked at Will's face. "Looks like the kid got a few good punches on you. There's gonna be a real nice shiner there," he joked.

"Shut up and go finish your job." Will rolled his eyes as Jay put the cuffs back in his pocket and left Will in the car.

When Jay walked into the Evans' residence he saw Derek, Derek's dad, and Hank all sitting down at the kitchen table. "Now, we know that your son has threatened to force himself on a girl at school, so this can go one of two ways," Voight started as Jay stood behind him. "We can either contact the media and tell them all about this little game he and his teammates like to play, but that he took a step too far, which would ensure he doesn't get into a good college. Or, you could transfer him out of his current high school and to a new one and this doesn't get out to the press. Your choice."

"You don't have enough to charge him, so why would I pull my son out of school his senior year?"

"Because, once word gets out, well no college wants a guy with a history of sexual assault on their football team. It sets a bad image."

"It's not like I even did anything!" Derek protested, while still trying to hold the ice pack to his lip that Will had busted open.

"Oh, didn't do anything? Let me enlighten you. You got the pictures, Sarge?" Jay asked.

"Got 'em right here."

Voight laid all the pictures of the leaderboard and the messages about you on the table. "The girl who Derek said he wanted to get oral sex from? That guy in the back of our car right now is her brother. Now, do you understand why the fight broke out, Mr. Evans?"

Derek's dad looked back and forth between the pictures and his son, trying to figure out how his son could do this. "Derek, did you say these things?"

"Oh, he did more than say. He slammed the girl up against her car and forcibly grabbed her backside," Jay said, not wanting to admit he was your brother or else there would be a conflict of interest in this encounter. And, even though Derek knew, Jay was the one with a gun so he figured the best idea would be to not piss him off.

Voight laid the picture of your bruised cheek on the table. "This is what happened because of that. She's lucky she didn't break her cheekbone."

"I'm- I'm sorry," Derek finally spoke up. "It was just supposed to be a fun game that we bet some money on who could get the most points."

"A game? A game is football. This is bordering on assault. We are far from a game," Jay told him.

"So, what's it gonna be? Take Derek out of school and transfer him or do I call the media? You have five seconds," Voight told him, pulling out his phone to silently tell them that he wasn't bluffing.

Derek's eyes widened. "I'll transfer! I'll transfer!"

"Derek, we need time to think about this--"

"No, Dad, I need a shot at a scholarship to go D1."

"Then it's settled. Thank you for your time."

Jay and Voight left the house and went back to the car. "What's the verdict?" Will asked.

"He's transferring schools," Voight answered and handed the folder of evidence photos to Jay.

"Why are you giving these to me?"

Voight shrugged. "Do with them what you want, Halstead. I wouldn't blame you, no one would."

***

"Hailey, can you give me and Y/N a second?" Jay asked as you entered you house and shrugged off your coats.

"Of course."

"You can stay out here. We'll talk in Y/N's room," Jay said.

You walked down the hall and went into your room and sat on your bed. "So, what's up? Did you arrest Derek?"

"Unfortunately, we didn't have enough evidence to do that."

You looked down at your hands. "But then it's just gonna keep happening, Jay. I don't wanna go back there."

"Back where?" he asked, sitting next to you.

"To school, it'll just be worse."

"Hey, no it won't because he's transferring schools."

"But the other boys will just keep doing it, Jay. I'm terrified."

"Hey, hey look at me." You looked up at Jay, trying to stop yourself from crying. "That will not happen, I can promise you that."

"But you don't know that."

"Just trust me on this one."

"Okay," you whispered.

"And one more thing," Jay started. "If it didn't already go without saying, you're ungrounded because I'm assuming you brought that knife to school to use in case anything happened. And, with what happened yesterday, I can't say I blame you."

"Thanks, I figured as much."

"Now, next time you need something for self-defense, we're just gonna get you some pepper spray."

"Good idea."

"Let's go back out to Hailey and you two can look at Pinterest or whatever for dresses or whatever it is girls do with that stuff."

***

The next morning, you woke up to message after message about school. There were links sent you entitled Football Player Assaults Girl Outside of School Because of a Bet and Principal of a Chicago High School Resigns Because of Complaints from Girls about the Football Team Sexually Harassing Them, but He Didn't do Anything about It.

You could not believe it. Just 48 hours ago you were freaking out about having to go to school for fear of a guy grabbing you or doing something worse. And now, you could go to school and feel comfortable. And, those boys wouldn't do anything else and if something did happen, you'd be able to tell the assistant principal--who was now acting principal--about what was happening and have something actually be done about it.

"Jay!" you yelled as you ran into the kitchen, almost bumping into him.

"Whoa, slow down! I almost spilled hot coffee on you!" he laughed as he set his mug down on the table and turned back to you.

"Sorry, sorry. Have you seen this? Someone leaked the leaderboard and now Mr. White resigned! I'll actually be able to focus in class now!" You slid the phone to him and he looked at the titles in the notifications. "I just wonder who did it."

"Told you I'd handle it." Then, he took a sip of his coffee.

"Oh my God, you were the one who leaked it?" Your eyes almost popped out of your head. Couldn't that get him in trouble?

"I never said that."

"You just sipped your coffee like that Kermit and the sips tea meme, so yeah, I think you did," you playfully argued.

"Well, technically, it wasn't me. I just passed on a copy of the pictures to a CI of mine, whose cousin happens to work for the Chicago Sun-Times."

"Bye-bye college football for all these assholes."

"And the city's a safer place because of it."

"Hey, what do I always say: Go save Chicago."

"Team effort. And this time, Y/N, you got to play a part in that team."

A/N: I know it's been almost a month since I've posted an imagine, but school is busy and I'm writing long imagines, which usually take me a week to write, so that's why. Oh, and happy Valentine's Day (bc that's in like 2 days). Go cuddle with your boyfriend/girlfriend if you have one. Or, if you're single (like me) go read some cute fluffy fanfiction and eat all the chocolate!

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thiswasinevitableid · 4 years ago

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for the meet uglies, 55 indruck sfw? sorry apollo

Here you go! For those wondering, Apollo originates in my Amnesty Super Hero AU

“Okay sir, I’m gonna say this as nice as I can.”

Indrid looks up from his drawing of some mushrooms. The ranger, a man about his age whose little bronze name tag reads “D. Newton”, has the look of someone choosing his words very, very carefully.

“You are this close to me writin you up. And I mean this. Close.” He puts his thumb against his finger.

“I, is this not allowed?” The log he’s sitting on is technically on the trail, just next to it.

“This ain’t the problem. It’s everythin you done since this morning that’s the problem.”

“I-”

“First there was leavin your breakfast trash on the picnic table by the visitor center so chipmunks got into it--it’s real bad for them y’know, makes ‘em too bold--then there was the selfies on off-limits spots, then you had the fu, uh, freakin nerve to be rude to Juno when she asked you to stay in safe areas, you littered left and right, then you left a beer can in the reeds by the plover nestin’ grounds. I don’t even know where to start with that one; you know we don’t allow alcohol in the park. Campgrounds sure, but we don’t want fellas like you gettin drunk and then fallin off a rock. How can you be so careless, or not give a shit for a place people put time into protectin?

The smile that’s been spreading across Indrid’s face since the word “selfie” is wide enough that the ranger spots it.

“Man, if you think this is funny, you won’t when you’re too drunk to swim or run from a bear. Then I’m gonna have to bail your ass out, which I will, and you’re gonna eat a slice of humble pie big as that overinflated ego of yours.”

Indrid snickers. The ranger glares. Slowly, Indrid pulls back the hood of his sweatshirt and retrieves his glasses from the front of his shirt (he doesn’t wear them when drawing in color due to their red lenses). The other mans expression slides off confusion and tumbles into horror.

“Aw hell, I’m sorry sir. Thought you were your, uh, well, guessin you got a twin runnin around this park.” He pulls the brim of his hat down in a charming attempt to hide his face.

“I do, and this is far from the first time I’ve been scolded in his place. Less so since I dyed my hair” he indicates the artificial silver framing his face, “I’m mostly amused by how accurately you captured his orientation towards the world. It’s also bitterly funny to discover he made someone else's day as unpleasant as he made mine.”

The ranger studies him, seems to notice the creases by his eyes and mouth, “Seem a little old to be gettin forced into family time. Not that you look old. Just, uh, I mean, you might be younger than me, hard to tell with the hair, uh, yeah.”

Indrid points in the direction of the beachside campsites, “The Cold Family Reunion can only be begged off so long.” His phone dings, the reminder that it’s his turn to help his aunt with dinner, “speaking of which, I should pack up.” He quickly gathers his supplies, sends the other man a final smile, “thank you for the laugh, Ranger Newton.”

“You’re uh, you’re welcome. And tell your twin to throw his damn trash away.” He smiles as he says this, suggesting a joke, but Indrid resolves to remind Apollo of his manners anyway.

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The fog caresses the coastline, hiding the dawn entirely. Indrid pulls his hood up against the chill, the wooden bench and viewing deck damp from the weather. He’s not going back to camp until he’s captured the sight before him; dozens of fishing boats on the dark water, their lights beautiful and soft against the grey world.

Sandy gravel crunches to his right, and then Ranger Newton appears. He keeps glancing at Indrid as he writes something indecipherable on a clipboard.

“I’m the nice one.” Indrid says in response to the quick, searching, looks.

“Thank fuck.” He turns so they’re actually looking at each other, “guess we’re both on the early shift.”

“Normally I wouldn’t be, but the cold and quiet is preferable to my twin snoring. I brought my own one person tent, but then my aunt and uncle had their monthly argument and she needed a new place to sleep.”

“That was mighty kind of you.”

Indrid shrugs, “Not really. I just want to get through this reunion with as little conflict as possible.”

“How’d you end up on this thing? Said you couldn’t get out of it but-”

“I just moved to town a month ago. Turns out this is a place my parents have always wanted to visit. Not enough to see me, mind you, or refrain from criticizing my choice of towns, but enough to host the reunion here so I had no escape. And if I want to eat with the family, I have to spend the night in the camp and not at home. And since money is tight after moving, well..."

The ranger whistles, “Damn, that’s rough. But uh, since you live in town you’ll actually get to see this place in nice weather.”

“I’m looking forward to it.” He shivers, “though I enjoy the cold when I can be in my nice little apartment. In a tent, not so much.”

“If you get a good sleepin bag or good company, gets a lot better.” The ranger smiles, then looks at his notes, “sorry, that ain’t appropriate talk around a visitor.”

Indrid meets his green eyes, “If you have recommendations for either, I’m all ears.”

A gust of wind carries salt spray all the way to the platform, Indrid shivering as it mists his glasses.

“Here” the ranger holds out his hnd, “I gotta go open the visitor center; nice and warm in there.”

“...Could you possibly come back in ten minutes? I’d like to finish my sketch.”

“Sure, won’t kill me to check on the tide measures while I’m out here.” He tips his hat and soon Indrid sees him winding down a path to the beach. Eleven minutes later he’s back, telling Indrid about a huge starfish he saw.

On the walk to the visitor center, he learns the “D” on his nametag is for “Duck,” that he’s a transplant from West Virginia, and that they’re actually the same age. When Indrid explains that he’s a tattoo artist who sells his drawings on the side.

“You’ll appreciate this, then” Duck bends down to roll up his pant leg. Indrid appreciates the view and the well executed geometric tree tattoo on his ankle.

“Juno and I got ‘em together. Had to go with the ankle because I already got some on my arms. Can’t show those off right now though.”

“My, my, Ranger Newton, you’ll flash a scandalous ankle at a guest but not take him to the gun show?”

Duck laughs, the sound like the mating call of a strange tropical bird; absurd and enchanting.

“Glad you’re in town to stay, Indrid. Think you’re the kind of fella I’d like to get to know.”

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Maybe he’s being childish. It’s not wrong for Apollo to say he’s making their father proud, that he’s successful, that he’s a golden boy of his field.

It’s just obnoxious for him to do this the one time their extended family expressed Indrid’s professional accomplishments. With that smile, the one Indrid knows for a damn fact he had fixed, that tone, that, that….

That voice sounds familiar.

He reverses course, takes the path he passed by that points towards the amphitheater. What he gets is more a firepit with a small stage, but standing at the center and addressing fascinated families is Duck.

Indrid sits on the rickety bench furthest from the stage, lets Ducks explanations of night blooming plants and the creatures that pollinate them drown out the echoes of family dinner. When the program ends and the parents shepherd their children off with instructions for bedtime and brushing teeth Indrid stays, not ready to leave but not intending to attract Duck’s attention.

He gets it anyway.

“Enjoy the talk?” Duck stays two steps down from him, rests a foot up on the bench, “this one is always real popular; when it gets warm, the little animal rehab place south of town brings education animals in. Y’know, bats and owls, stuff like that.”

“I’ll have to come back to see them.” The thought of seeing bats up close excites him, but he’s too tired to sell the emotion.

Duck frowns, “You okay?”

Indrid shakes his head, tells him about the constant comments, the threat of living forever as the family disappointment, a threat he can deal with until he’s around them all. Then he’s right back to being seventeen and afraid of failing them.

“....Apollo’s always been the golden boy, ruthless and goal focused like our father. He always knows just what to say to get under my skin and dig out the scar tissue,” Indrid sighs, “All I wanted tonight was to roast marshmallows and go to bed early.”

The ranger moved from the steps to the bench beside him as he told his story. Now, Duck looks at him, smile more soothing than the thrum of the distant waves, “I got an idea. Guessin’ you don’t gotta tell your family where you’re goin, right?”

“No, most of them will assume I’m off sulking and Apollo will hope I’ve fallen off a cliff.”

“Then leave ‘em to be their shitty selves and come home with me. Uh, not, not-not like that, fuck, like what you’re thinkin, uh. Fuck. What I mean is; I got a fireplace and some marshmallows. You want in?”

Indrid watches the dying fire flicker of the curves of his face, thinks back on the last week. The ranger has been a frequent companion, brings him hot cocoa from the little cafe and tells him where he’ll be for chunks of the day in case Indrid needs a break from his family. Last night, all Indrid could think about was wanting Duck to be in the tent beside him.

“Absolutely.”

On the drive over, Indrid points out his apartment complex and Duck points out the best places to eat and the cheapest laundromats. His house is tiny, looks like it was built when the town was a logging hub and not a tourist destination.

“Make yourself at home, it’ll take me a sec to get the fire goin’--uhuh, Taco, stop tryin’ to open that cabinet.” He hoists a yowling, blonde ball of fur on the couch. The cat directs a suspicious look Indrid’s way and then settles on top of the pile of blankets.

“You a s’more man?” Duck calls from the kitchen.

“No, thank you. I prefer my sugar in a single bite.”

“You eat marshmallows in one bite? I’m always worried I’ll choke.”

“I have an accommodating mouth.” Indrid smirks when Duck audibly drops the bag. He’s not always the best with social cues, but if the way Duck kept brushing their hands together on the center armrest in his car is any indication, the ranger is trying to pick him up.

Once the fire is going Duck sits on the rug, patting the spot to his left. Indrid joins him. Caramelizing sugar and increasingly sleepy laughter soon fills the air. Neither of them keep their knees from touching, and Duck keeps dropping his head to Indrid’s shoulder when he giggles. The whole scene is so heavenly Indrid isn’t paying attention to their marshmellow consumption. He reaches into the empty bag and makes a disappointed noise.

“Damn, we really went through ‘em.” He catches Indrid’s eye with a playful grin, “you still cravin’ sugar?”

Indrid licks his lips, “Yes.”

Duck cups his cheek, guiding him into a sleepy, close-mouthed kiss, brushing their noses together when he pulls back to murmur, “That do the trick?”

“Hmmmmm?” Indrid cocks his head, “no.”

The other man guffaws as Indrid pulls him down on top of him, kissing him happily and wiggling his hips when Duck digs his fingers into his hair. His own hands migrate under Duck’s shirts, finding his body just as warm and wonderful as he hoped.

He nips Duck’s lower lip. The ranger growls and Indrid is no longer tired.

“Care to see just how accommodating my mouth can be?”

Duck rolls them twice so they’re a safe distance from the fire, “Hell yeah.”

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Indrid saunters into camp late in the morning, some of the Colds already packing up to depart. His twin is stuck on dish duty, grins like a barracuda when he spots Indrid.

“I don’t know why you’re here. You missed breakfast, and you weren’t in camp last night, so you don’t get lunch or dinner either. May as well skulk back into the shadows.”

“Mmm, yes, I was rather undutiful.” Indrid spots a figure checking campsite permits, who stealthily blows him a kiss, “but at this moment in time, I don’t particularly care.”

#indruck #meet ugly #indrid cold/ duck newton #taz amnesty #reader request

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justanotherkpopmultislut · 4 years ago

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Title: “I’ve always wanted to be kissed under the rain.” with Kim Mingyu

Genre: Mafia AU, angst to fluff

Warnings: mentions of snipers and character death (not main characters)

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“You know you shouldn’t be here alone right?” A voice behind me spoke, tapping my shoulder, just as I quickly grabbed hold of their wrist. “Woah, chill.”

I rolled my eyes and let go immediately, “I’m not alone, Mingyu. I can protect myself.”

“Your lack of security says otherwise.” He shrugged, taking a sip out of his coffee. “You should know you’re a big target, Princess. You’re the Don’s only daughter.”

We stared at each other in a brief silence, listening to the rain outside, almost forgetting we were in a public coffee shop. Forgetting our families hated each other. I quickly broke eye contact and gripped my pen and journal harder.

“Will you be hurting me Kim Mingyu?” I finally spoke with a dejected sigh, looking up at him.

“Never.” He responded immediately.

“Good. Now take a seat before Seulgi and Irene puts a bullet in your head for blocking their view of me.”

He hesitated a bit before taking the seat in front of me. “Just so you know, I’m only sitting because I can’t digest my coffee standing up and not because I’m scared of their accurate sniping skills.”

Ignoring him, I listened to the cafe’s lowfi playlist playing in the background with the rain pouring outside, while continuing to write in my journal.

“I’ve always wanted to be kissed under the rain.” He mumbled out loud, staring out the window onto the wet streets.

“I’m sure you can ask one of your many admirers.” I retorted.

“But they’re not you.”

My heart stopped. I slowly looked up from my journal and saw him already staring at me with that stupid look he always has on his face. “Mingyu-“

“-Hey, we have to leave.” Seulgi interrupts, helping me pack my stuff, while glaring at Mingyu. “Code blue. The deal went wrong because of the Kim’s and your location is clearly compromised. Irene has the car out front—let’s go.”

“You lied to me.” I faltered, allowing Seulgi to pull me up into a standing position. “You said you’d never hurt me.”

His eyes widen in confusion, “What are you-“

“We gotta go now.” Seulgi pulled me away. “You’re lucky Irene is in the car and that this is a safe zone Kim.”

All I could hear was Mingyu calling out my name as the rain fell down harder, repelled by the umbrella Seulgi held up for us. Seulgi hopped into the back seat with me and buckled in my seatbelt. I felt her squeeze my hand as both her and Irene kept trying to ask me questions, but I couldn’t hear them. What were they saying? Where are we going? Why would the Kims kill my father?

—

Four days after the funeral, my older brother decided his first official act of business as Don was to end the feud with the Kims. He had received verified intel that cleared the Kims of our father’s murder and instead, discovered an up and rising crime family to be responsible. Specifically, they had plotted to start a war between the two most powerful families in the city and once both sides were weakened, they would take over the city. Very ambitious for a group of rising amateurs. However, as much of a reach their plan may have been, they had the numbers. What they didn’t account for (besides my brother finding out) was for the union of those two powerful families. A steadfast alliance through a fast-tracked arranged marriage between Kim Mingyu and I.

“You know you shouldn’t be out here alone right?” A voice behind me spoke, making me immediately turn around and relax at the sight of my worried fiancé. I turned back to face the dimly lit garden. “Seulgi and Irene are supposed to be with you at all times, so why are you alone again?”

“It was getting stuffy inside.” I mumbled, playing with the tulle fabric of my blush pink gown. I failed to notice the awe-struck gaze he had on his face as he saw my face illuminated by the fairy lights his sister-in-law hung up on the gazebo.

“I can’t believe you came out without a coat, you’re gonna get sick.” He frowns, immediately taking his coat off and placing the warm fabric around my bare shoulders. “It started sprinkling just as I started walking towards you.”

“Thank you.” I gave him a smile, “Would you sit with me for a moment?” He immediately nodded and sat besides me on the wooden bench. “Seulgi and Irene are never far. They know me more than my family does and I consider them to be my best friends. One thing I really love about them is that they respect my need for space and alone time. It’s just a coincidence you’re always catching me without them by my side.”

“Still, one too many times.” He held. “I know they’re the best body guards I could ask for to protect you, but we’re to be married in a week and you’ll have a bigger target on your head...” He slightly paused, as if afraid I would run off at the mention of the ‘m’ word. “I’d like to add three more guards for your protection.”

“I-“

“They’ll only be necessary when you leave our home and I’ll let Irene and Seulgi have the final decision on who the three will be.” He interrupted, leaving me in shock.

“How did you know-“

“I have been crushing on you since you went against an entire group of Shakespeare fanatics to argue that Romeo and Juliet portrayed toxic relationships in our literature class.”

I gasped in realization, “That was before I knew you were a Kim. Did you know who I was?” He shook his head with a blush, as I continued looking at him in awe. We sat in silence with the gazebo protecting us from the light shower of rain, my gaze on him and his everywhere else but meeting mine. “You defended me that day against that diehard Shakespearean guy... I had the biggest crush on you after that.”

“And then our families became enemies...” He sadly smiled. “I never stopped liking you though. I just kept holding onto the fact that we both had nothing to do with the family business, since we have older brothers... I always made sure none of our plans involved hurting you directly and especially now, that we’re getting married, I promise that I will continue to protect you and-”

I suddenly stood up and held my hand out, “Come with me.”

“Uh okay.” He followed, very confused when we left the safety of the dry gazebo and immediately got pelted with rain. And so, I dragged him towards our engagement party his brother threw for us, stopping midway in the garden and smiled up at him. “Why are we stopping? We’re getting wet and you’re gonna get sick!”

Standing on the tip of my toes, I pull his head down towards my face with my arms around his neck. “Kim Mingyu, may I have this kiss?” I wasn’t prepared for the look on his stupid, pretty face be filled with literal heart eyes that immediately lit up. It made me forget about the rain. Forget about the fact that this was only the first of many kisses we would share in our lifetime. Because in this moment, only we existed together. And Kim Mingyu would finally get his kiss under the rain.

#Kim Mingyu #seventeen #red velvet #mafia au #Mingyu imagines #seventeen imagines #kpop imagines #kpop prompt game #kpop au #red velvet au #seventeen au #kpop one shot

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elementalwriter67 · 4 years ago

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The Void Chapter Twelve

Word Count: 4079

Pairing: (Eventual) Jason Todd x Reader

Tag List: @wittedhat, @clea-nightingale, @undertheredhood, @reclusive-chicken-nugget, @grey-water-colors, @jasonlovertodd, @ximaginx, @lexythedepressy, @e-bendy

Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7a, 7b, 8, 9, 10, 11

Summary: The Void is a hellish place filled with screams that echoed throughout the place at all the hours of the night, and where pain is a very close friend. You’ve spent your entire life in the Void, having been there since you were ten and you’ve just recently gotten a new cellmate… Who’s a little more hopeful than you are that either of you are going to make it out of this place alive. Though you have to admit that maybe his hope is rubbing off on you because you slowly find yourself hoping that the two of you do get out of here.

“Maria! Samantha! Oh it’s been too long since I’ve seen the two of you! How have you two been?” Selina exclaimed as she stood up from her seat in the outdoor cafe a large smile on her face as she made her way over to Barbara and Kate as they walked up to her.

“I’ve been good, how’s the family? How’s dad?” Barbara asked as she hugged Selina. As the two of them hugged, Selina scanned the crowd behind the both of them before letting go of her and moving towards Kate and pulling her into a hug as well. When Selina was certain that there was nothing behind the two of them she pulled away from Kate and held on to her shoulders smiling widely at her. Nodding her head just slightly Selina let go of Kate and moved back to her seat.

“Oh the family’s doing well, we had a little scare with grandpa last week while he was at the grocery store but that turned out to be a false alarm but it put your father more on edge than he already has been with your grandfather’s health but what can you do?” Selina said with a shrug of her shoulders as she sat back down in her chair crossing one leg over the other as she picked up her cup of coffee from the table.

“Have you-” Kate cut herself off as she looked towards the waitress who was walking towards them with a smile on her face.

“Hi, I’m Cathy. I'll be your server for the evening. Is there anything I can get the two of you?” Cathy asked as Barbara and Kate sat down. Kate and Barbara shared a look before Barbara grabbed the menu and quickly scanned it as Kate looked back at Cathy.

“I’ll take a black coffee, with no sugar please.” Kate said and Cathy nodded as she jotted down her order before looking up at Barbara.

“Aaaaannnnndddd I’ll have a chamomile tea with a chocolate scone please.” Barbara told her as she returned the menu to its spot in the middle of the table, flashing Cathy a quick smile.

“Alright, I’ll get that stuff right out for you.” Cathy stated as she tucked her order pad into her apron and walked away. Kate waited until she was sure that Cathy was out of ear shot before focusing on Selina again.

“Have you guys heard anything from J since he went on that road trip of his?” Kate asked and Selina shook her head a worried expression flashing across her face before it was replaced with an easy relaxed look.

“No we haven’t heard anything from him since his last phone call home over two weeks ago. You’re brothers and father are worried but I’m sure he’s doing fine. He's just too busy having fun to worry about contacting us.” Selina told them and the two of them nodded worried looks crossing their faces for a second before they forced smiles on to their faces. Barbara opened her mouth to ask Selina another question but before she could she caught Cathy walking out from the Cafe and over to them.

“Here you go one chamomile tea with a chocolate scone and a black coffee.” Cathy said as she set down Barbara and Kate’s orders in front of them sending them a small smile.

“Is there anything else I can get the two of you?” She asked as she looked between Barbara and Kate who both shook their heads.

“No thanks we’re all set.” Barbara said and Cathy nodded before turning and walking away from the table.

“So how’s the business going? Have Dad and Tim made any headway on their new project?” Barbara asked and Selina nodded her head around a sip of her coffee.

“Surprisingly they’ve made quite a bit of headway. As the two of you know Tim was able to find a location for that new building of theirs but he’s also managed to draw up the blueprints of it as well. They’ve even got Roy in to help them on their project and he’s done some research on the area and apparently it used to belong to the government. So how have your new jobs been going?” Selina asked as she set her cup of coffee down on the table and leaned back in her chair watching the two of them.

“The new job in the morgue has been going well. It's a lot calmer than the GCPD morgue which is honestly nice but if anything it’s weirder than the GCPD morgue.” Barbara told her at which Selina raised her eyebrow at her.

“What do you mean?”

“Well for starters for a hospital we get more Jane and John Does than I ever got at the morgue and when I asked my boss about it he said that it was a normal occurrence because they have a lot of homeless people who get brought in an alot of the time they don’t give us their names. Then there are the bodies that don’t match up with their actual medical records and every time I ask about it my boss tells me not to worry about it because that’s an upstairs thing.” Barbara explained and Kate nodded her head as she looked over at her.

“Yeah the same shit happens upstairs with the emergency room people get brought in their records don’t match anything about them and the other nurses disappear for large periods of time randomly throughout the day and if I ask where they went I’m told they go on lunch or they had to go home, and then minutes later there they are working again when they should have gone home. It’s just all so weird and if the pay wasn’t so good I don’t think I would even bother staying.” Kate explained before taking a large sip of her coffee with a disgruntled look on her face. Selina frowned as she looked between the two of them concerning marking the lines of her face as she did so.

“The nurses there aren’t exactly the most friendly of people to the new guys, at least they're not to me anyways.” Kate added on when she set down her drink. Selina’s face turned sympathetic as she reached out a hand and gave Kate an affectionate squeeze as she did so.

“I’m sorry Samantha but you know if you ever get tired of working in the emergency room there’s always room in your father’s company for you he could use someone like you when it comes to the advancement of modern medicine, he could use both of you.” Selina told them as she looked over at Barbara giving her a pointed look that she returned with a smile. Giving Kate’s hand one more affectionate squeeze she let go and sat back in her seat.

Clenching her hand Kate smiled at Selina before she moved her hand off the table and set it in her lap, looking over at Babs out of the corner of her eyes and giving her a small nod. Focusing on Selina again as she sighed and stood up from the table.

“As fun as this has been Emilia I’m afraid that I at the very least have to get going, my shift at the hospital starts in a couple of hours and I gotta go get ready.” Kate said as she grabbed her purse slinging it over her shoulder as she gave Barbara and Selina a sad look.

“Alright well, have a good day at work, it was nice seeing you again.” Selina said as she stood up from the table and gave Kate another hug.

“It was nice seeing you again too. Maria I’ll see you back at the apartment yeah?” Kate said as she pulled away from Selina and looked towards Barbara who nodded her head.

“Have fun at work.” Barbara said, waving bye to Kate as she did and Kate flashed her a smile before turning and walking away from.

~Back at the Hospital~

Kate smiled as she walked into the hospital a few hours later her work bag slung over her shoulder and her strides purposeful as she walked through the doors of the emergency room.

“Hey Samantha.” The nurse at the front desk said when she caught sight of Kate.

“Hey Kim.” Kate offered back as she forced a small friendly smile on to her face and gave a small wave as acknowledgement before scanning her badge and walking through the doors and into the actual ER.

Casting a quick glance around the locker room as she entered it Kate sighed in relief when she noticed that it was surprisingly empty. Shoving her things into the locker Kate slipped the device that Selina had given her into the pocket of her scrubs before closing her locker and throwing her hair up into a ponytail as she walked out of the locker room. Walking up to the main desk in the ER Kate shoved her hands into her pockets, her fingers brushing against the device as she leaned over the counter.

“So, what’s on the menu for today Sarah?” Kate asked as her eyes skimmed over the contents on the front desk and then the people rushing around the ER. Besides her Sarah sighed as she rolled back in her seat towards the filing cabinet grabbing a file off the top she rolled back towards the desk and flipped it open.

“Looks like today is shaping up to be one of the slower days in Gotham so there’s not much to do today other than the usual.” Sarah said as she started typing on the computer while glancing at the file every now and again. Sighing Kate pushed herself off the counter and pulled her hands from her pockets.

“Alright, where am I starting first?” Kate asked and Sarah looked up at her for a brief second before rolling away from the desk again, grabbing a blue folder off of a pile she rolled back over to Kate handing it to her.

“Carla Francheska came in this morning victim of a drive by in Crime Alley she’s in critical condition, Dr. Roberts wants you to check on her and make sure she’s still stable. Once that’s done you need to go change 209’s catheter and 210’s bedpan, after that the medical waste needs to be taken out, and the surgery rooms need restocking.” Sarah ordered as Kate took Carla’s file from her. Mentally Kate sighed as she looked over the file, getting the gist of Carla’s situation.

“Alright, I’ll get started on that.” Kate said as she wandered away from the desk. She needed to do the things that Sarah had listed off first. Flipping the file closed Kate sighed as she closed her eyes for a few brief moments before opening them again and continuing towards Carla’s room. It was going to take longer to do her part of the mission than she originally thought.

Kate huffed out a relieved sigh as she fell back against the wall resisting the temptation to slowly slide down the wall, she had finally finished restocking the operation rooms and even helping out in a couple of the surgeries themselves when no one else could. Reaching up she wiped the sweat from her brow before letting her shoulders slump. It wasn’t until someone cleared their throat that Kate even bothered moving and even then it was only to look towards the person who had cleared their throat to see Dr. Jekyll standing a few feet away from her holding a couple of files in his hands. Pushing herself off the wall she straightened out her scrubs as she forced a smile on to her face.

“Hello Dr. Jekyll I’m sorry I didn’t see you there.” Kate said and he nodded his head, offering her what he probably assumed was a small friendly smile but only served to look slightly pissed.

“No need to worry my dear, I just wanted to congratulate you on your splendid performance in the operating room today. I've never seen a new nurse handle a situation like what we found ourselves in as well as you did.” He told her, his tone sounding genuinely sincere as he looked at her. Kate’s smile turned genuine for the first time since she had started her undercover work here, and she stood up a little straighter as she smiled at him.

“Oh, thank you sir, you have no idea how much that means to me.” Kate said and Dr. Jekyll nodded his head.

“Of course, now I need you to take these files to Dr. Roberts office for me please, I need him to sign off on these files and then I need a second opinion on the top file.” Dr. Jekyll said as he held out the files in his hand for her to take. Internally Kate smiled widely to herself as she took the files from Dr. Jekyll with a smile on her face.

“Yeah, sure, no problem Dr. Jekyll I’ll get right on that.” She said and he nodded his head.

“Good, once you're done why don’t you go on lunch, you look like you’ve been going since you started.” He mentioned and she nodded her head, widening her eyes just a little to emphasize her point.

“That’s because I have been a doctor, anyways I’ll get right on this for you.” Kate said and Dr. Jekyll nodded before walking away. She waited until he had rounded the corner before letting a large smile spread across her face and turning and walking in the opposite direction. She loved when things magically worked out for her especially when an excuse is handed directly to her.

Walking over to Dr. Roberts office Kate hugged the files to her chest and weaved her way in and out of the people that she passed. She stopped in front of Dr. Roberts office hesitating for a few seconds before knocking on his door and pressing her ear against it listening. She knocked again when she didn’t hear anything the first time and when she still didn’t hear anything the second time she tested the handle to find that it wasn’t locked. Pushing the door open she stepped into the office and stood in the doorway for a few seconds, her eyes glancing around the room searching for a hidden camera. When she was satisfied that there weren’t any cameras in the office she walked in, softly kicking the door closed behind her before walking up to his desk. Setting the files down on Dr. Roberts desk Kate pulled the two listening devices out of her pocket and slowly looked around the room again looking for a good place to put the devices. After a few seconds of looking she made her way over to the book shelf that was pressed along the wall next to the desk popping up onto the tip of her toes she pressed one of the devices into the little out cropping where the walls of it met the top of the bookcase. Stepping back she peered up at the top of the book case making sure that it wasn’t noticeable without feeling around before walking back over to his desk. Grabbing one of the files off the desk she dropped it on the floor before crouching down and pressing the second device on to the wires running out of the computer.

“What the hell are you doing in here?” A voice sounded from behind her suddenly causing Kate to jump, bashing the back of her head into the underside of the desk in the process.

“Fuck.” Kate cursed as she crawled out from underneath the desk, grabbing one of the papers that had fallen out of the file as she went. Sitting back on her knees she looked up at Marge who was standing over her with her arms crossed over her chest and a glare that would stop most people in their tracks.

“Oh, hey Marge.” Kate gave her a small wave before turning back to grabbing the papers that had fallen out of the file, and shoving them back into the file.

“I repeat what the hell are you doing in her Smith?” Marge bit out her stance widening and Kate swallowed, pretending to be nervous as she looked up at her again. She had always been told to avoid Marge as much as possible and to never piss her off, and well she was finally learning as to why she had to avoid the head nurse as much as possible.

“Ah, Dr. Jekyll asked me to bring these files to Dr. Roberts because he needs a few of them signed off and a consultation on another one but he wasn’t here so I decided that I would just put them on his desk but one of them fell off and everything spilled out so I’m cleaning it up.” Kate said as she motioned to the files on the desk and then to the mess on the floor that was only half cleaned up. Marge was silent for a moment as she looked at Kate watching her for any sign of a lie when she didn’t find any she nodded her head once.

“Right, well hurry up and pick all that stuff up, I need you back in the ER as quickly as possible.” She ordered and Kate nodded hurrying to shove the papers back in the folder all while Marge watched over her. Standing up she set the folder down on the desk again and rushed out of the room, and Marge just stood there watching as Kate hurried out of the room. Once Kate had left she cast a quick glance around the room before nodding once to herself when she didn’t see anything out of place and leaving Dr. Roberts office.

~The Void~

Your lungs burned and your feet ached with the force that they were slapping against the ground as you pushed yourself to run faster, harder, anything to get away from the things chasing you. Whipping yourself around a corner you slammed into the wall, a grunt escaping you as you barely managed to catch yourself to stop yourself from falling, pushing yourself off the wall you took off running again. Glancing over your shoulder again you watched as the darkness advanced on you the sound of growling and screeching coming from the darkness as clawed hands reached out dragging the darkness forward after you. Looking back forward you raced around another corner stumbling slightly as you tripped over your own feet. Before you could really pick up the speed again you felt a hand wrap around your ankle, sharp claws digging into your skin there and the next thing that you knew you were on the ground again.

“No! No! Let go of me! Let go!” You screeched as you kicked at the darkness with your other foot. Clawing at the ground you tried to drag yourself away from the darkness as it dragged you backwards the sounds of growling and screeching growing louder as the sound of tearing flesh reached your ears as well.

“No! Let go! Let go!” You screamed as you felt more hands grab you pulling and tugging at you as you were flipped over onto your back the hands gripping at your clothes and shoulders as the darkness started to swallow up your legs. Shaking your head you twisted and turned, bucking and pulling against the hands dragging you forward. Just as the darkness had reached your knees the lights in the hallway suddenly brightened to the point of blinding but just as suddenly as it had come it was gone.

Blinking several times you brought your hands up to shield your eyes from the blinding light. It took several minutes for the light to finally subside just enough to for you to see that you where standing in one of the torture rooms only you wheren’t on the rack this time.

“Wh… What’s going on?” You muttered as you lowered your hands, squinting into the lights as you tried to see who was strung up on the rack, fully expecting to see a reflection of yourself after all that was how this usually went. But nothing could have prepared you for what you saw. A sense of cold washed through you as your eyes widened, your whole body shook as you took a terrified step forward.

“No. No, Jason, no.” You muttered as you took another step forward only to see the darkness from behind Jason's hands flying out of it wrapping around Jason’s beaten and battered body, pulling him closer despite the chains holding him up.

“No! NO! JASON!” Your voice cracked as you raced forward straight into the darkness. When the darkness cleared you were no longer trying to save Jason from the darkness, you were now the one strung up on the rack.

Your heart jumped into your throat as your hands wrapped around the chains and your breath came in short quick bursts, your knuckles turned white. No, no, no, this isn’t good, this isn’t good, you weren’t supposed to be here, you hadn’t done anything wrong, you weren’t supposed to be here, what had happened to you? What did you do? You could feel your heart beating against your rib cage as your whole body began to shake and your eyes frantically jumping around the room searching for anyone else. When the door opened your heart stopped when you saw who was walking through it.

“Jason?” You asked as you watched him walk towards you, picking up a whip as he went. Your blood ran cold as he smiled maliciously at you, his hand stretching out the whip as his eyes traveled up and down the length of your body.

“Where to start, where to start.” Jason muttered but it wasn’t with his voice and through your confusion your brow furrowed just the tiniest bits. He sounded like Dr. Roberts and you weren’t sure what terrified you more the whip in his hands or his voice.

“Oh I know, how about right here?” He asked as he reached out with the handle of the whip tracing a line from your shoulder down across your chest. Shaking your head you tried to push yourself back away from Jason as he raised the whip in the air.

“No, no, no, Jason no, please, Jason don’t. Jason don’t! Jason DON’T PLEASE DON’T!” You begged him as he brought the whip down causing you to scream in pain as he brought the whip up again and then down again on your other shoulder creating an X across your chest.

“No! NO! NO! Jason please! Please! Stop! PLEASE!” You screamed as he continued to whip you.

~Jason’s P.O.V~

Jason jolted out of the light sleep that he had fallen into his hand tightening around yours as he sat up straight his eyes jumping around the room searching for a threat only to find nothing, not even a guard standing outside the door. Turning his attention back to you he watched in shock as you moved for the first time in literal days. He watched as you twitched and jerked slightly, your face contorting into one of confusion and then pain as a weak sounding whimper escaped your throat. Jason felt his heart break as he watched you and he climbed on to his knees reaching out he grabbed your shoulders, shaking you lightly.

“(Y/N), (Y/N) wake up, come on wake up it’s just a dream, wake up.” Jason murmured as he shook you lightly trying to get you to wake up. When that didn’t work he stared at you for a few seconds trying to think of another way to wake you up but he didn’t want to hurt you yet it killed him to see you in such pain and not be able to do anything. Sighing he climbed up to his feet before sitting on the edge of you bed, carefully he shifted around picking you up he set your head on his lap. Running his hands through your hair he whispered calming words trying to comfort you as best he could. It took a good several minutes before you finally calmed down you expression turning peaceful once again as your body went lax in his arms and your breathing evened.

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tisfan · 5 years ago

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Prompt list 94. “Oh fuck it, will you marry me?” WinterIron. Pretty please !

Title: Somebody that I Used to Know Written by: 3023 @tisfan Square: T3 – Phone Sex Rating: Teen and Up Triggers/warnings: no archive warnings apply Tags: Make-up Fic, Tony Stark has a Heart, post break up, texting your ex, references to phone sex Created for: @tonystarkbingo Word count: 1,547

Prompt: Fuck it, will you marry me?

Bucky Barnes wasn't sure when Brooklyn had become a stranger to him. When he didn't quite feel welcome anymore. That he didn't belong.

Too many changes, maybe. Not the superficial ones, like that bookstore being a cafe and the Wash-a-teria boarded over, or a new Bodega on the corner. But the changes to Bucky.

It's a two week job, he told himself. Two weeks and he'd go home again. This empty hotel room and looking over the skyline… being in the same city with him.

Of course, if Bucky hadn't been stalking his ex on social media for months now, he wouldn't know that. Not for certain. He took out his phone, considering the idea of ordering take away from their favorite place. New York was always going to remind him of Tony.

God, those had been some good times. Fucking great times, really. He remembered their last fight, when they decided it just wasn’t going to work, they were done. Bucky needed to make something of himself, get out from under Tony’s shadow, and Tony was insisting that Long Distance could work, but then he kept getting swamped with SI stuff and not coming out to visit, and it just wasn’t fucking worth it. The heartache and disappointment. But man, he’d loved the hell out of that man. No one else in the last few years had come even half as close.

He scrolled through his contacts. He had a new phone, but he always just transferred everything to the new device. He flicked the screen a little harder than he meant and the list scrolled way past Knish Nosh and Stark, Tony was there on the screen.

He probably didn't even have the same number anymore. Or wouldn't know who Bucky was. New phone, who dis. New life, do I even know you?

Thinking about getting Potato Knish. You hungry?

He hesitated and then hit send.

Tony probably wouldn't even answer him.

Good. It was probably for the best.

His phone buzzed. New text from Stark, Tony.

Am now.

Bucky? It's been ages. How TF you been?

Bucky was just starting to type in a reply when his phone rang. Stark, Tony.

“Hey,” Bucky said, trying not to put too much meaning into it. It wasn’t a shoulder touch and a lean in and bedroom eyes, Hey. It was just a hey, how are you? That kind of hey.

“Are you close enough to actually get knish?” Tony was talking really fast, tripping over his words like he was scared he wouldn’t have time to get them out.

“They certainly haven’t got knish in Indiana,” Bucky said. “Yeah, I’m in the city for a few weeks, on a job.”

“Oh,” Tony said, and there was a lot of weight in that oh. What did oh mean, Bucky wondered. Oh, as in that’s good to know, or-- “A few weeks, yeah, that’s good, that’s good. I mean, not-- I mean, you’ll be in the city for a few more days?”

Bucky’s eyebrow went up. So typical. “Let me guess, you’re out of town for some SI thing and--”

“Yeah, you know, it’s a thing,” Tony said hastily, instead of trying to make excuses, which is what he usually did. “I’m on the plane right now, as a matter of fact, gotta love that inflight wifi. Hey, do you remember, back when I was on that trip in Beijing and the wifi cut out right when we were having the most incredible phone sex?”

Bucky couldn’t help but laugh, and it was a bitter sort of laugh, because that had been the beginning of the end. He wouldn’t be so shallow as to say that being left hanging had been the whole reason, just that it was a symptom of the problem. And the problem was, Tony was never there. Which just made it easier for Bucky to leave. “Yeah, I remember.” But Tony had come home, and taken a whole week off, despite the fact that his personal assistant had been screaming about it, just to spend it with Bucky, to be there for his sister’s birthday.

Huh. Bucky’d sort of forgotten about that, really.

“Well, you know, it’s not knish,” Tony offered, “but I could entertain you, I bet. Those were the days weren’t they, Bucky? I’ve been thinking about you recently, glad you texted. You know?”

Tony Stark had been thinking about Bucky? “Phone lines go both ways,” Bucky said. “You could have dropped me a line.”

“Yeah, no, I didn’t think I wanted to hear you hang up on me,” Tony said. “In case I was just somebody you used to know.”

Bucky swallowed an absurd lump of guilt. “I would never,” he lied. It was a lie, because he didn’t know if he would have, back when they first broke up. But he had never, so it was still sort of the truth. “I-- I never hated you, Tony, you know that, right?”

“I know,” Tony said, and it was wistful and sad, and a little like Han Solo going into carbonite. God, Bucky was such a nerd.

Tony was, too.

“I missed you,” Tony said.

“Yeah, I missed you, too,” Bucky admitted. He had. “It-- Indiana wasn’t… I mean it wasn’t bad, you know. But-- it wasn’t you. I… okay. When will you be back in the city? You want to get knish with me?”

“I would love to,” Tony said. “Um, Thursday? I think I’ll be back on Thursday.”

“I can do Thursday.”

“Great, I’ll call you with details,” Tony said. “I-- I mean, I’ll see you then.”

Was Tony going to say “I love you”?

And if he was, did he mean it, or was it just leftover muscle memory from when they had signed off their calls with I love you.

“I know.”

“Not that I’m not glad to see you,” Tony said, looking up from his phone, “but--”

Bucky threw the paper down onto the hospital bed, along with a bundle of cheap, sidewalk-seller flowers. The petals went everywhere in a storm. “Business trip?”

Well, Pepper had tried to keep it out of the papers, but apparently someone with a telephoto lens had gotten him as he went into the hospital.

“It’s what we were telling everyone,” Tony said. “Stock takes a hit if I’m not fit and fantastic, which seems unfair to me, but SI employees thousands, maybe even tens of thousands of people, and if the stock tanks too much, then the board starts hounding me for layoffs.”

“You could have died,” Bucky said. With those dramatic eyes and his penchant for hyperbole, not to mention the sort of face that wrecked a thousand ships, Tony always wondered why his boyfriend -- ex, ex boyfriend -- hadn’t gone into modeling. Or acting.

“But I didn’t, and now I have a brand new tricuspid valve, and everything’s going to be fine. Assuming you don’t kill me,” Tony added.

Bucky threw himself down in the guest chair. He probably regretted that immensely, since Tony knew they weren’t very comfortable. “How long did you know?”

Tony didn’t try to play dumb. “That I had heart problems? About two years, now.”

Right before Bucky had left. He watched Bucky come to that conclusion.

“And you didn’t tell me?”

“Honey, you-- you were leaving anyway, you wanted your dream and your career, and what sort of an asshole would I be if I made you stay here just because--”

“You were dying?” Bucky glanced at him, his entire heart in his eyes. “Tony, you could have told me.”

“Well, I’m telling you now,” Tony tried. It wasn’t a good attempt. He’d let Bucky leave. Practically driven him off, really, not wanting to be that guy, not wanting to spend the rest of their time wondering if Bucky was being nice because he wanted to, or because Tony was sick. Not wanting to emotionally blackmail the man he loved.

And, to be honest, wanting to make the break easier for Bucky. Didn’t want to leave him alone and mourning, if that happened. Tony had never been very good at that sort of thing.

“You asshole,” Bucky said.

“Well-established,” Tony agreed. “Look, I just--”

“I love you,” Bucky said. “I… you were putting the company ahead of me, that’s what I thought, and I know… I know your job is important, baby, but. All I wanted was to be first, and you-- you let me leave you when you were dying?”

“I’m not dying now,” Tony pointed out. “And I was going to meet you for knish on Thursday and tell you. I think I should get credit for that. I-- I just wanted… if it worked, if we could make it work, I wanted to be sure. I didn’t want you staying because I was smothering you.”

“Breathing free air in Indiana is not that damn important, Tony,” Bucky said. “I’ll quit, I’ll come home, whatever you want--”

“What?”

“Fuck it, will you marry me?” Bucky asked, then, because it was Bucky, and Tony, he added, “dumbass.”

“It’s pronounced Dumas.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes.” It was probably stupid and impulsive and rash, self-destructive and textbook narcissism. “I think-- I think we’ll be all right.”

#tonystarkbingo2020 #texting your ex #winteriron #tony stark x bucky barnes #fills #prompts #Anonymous

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marvel-wlw · 5 years ago

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When You Kiss Me

Diana Prince x Reader

Requested by @trikruismybitch

Request: Diana Prince x Reader where reader was an avenger dating Wanda or Nat and they cheat on reader which leaves reader broken cause they’ve had past with getting cheated on and they get transported to Diana’s Earth and they fall in love and reader is really happy cause she finally found somewhere who truly cared && maybe bonus if you want to have the Avengers finding them & their reaction to Diana & Reader together w/ Bucky & Tony being readers bsf sorry if it’s too much

Warnings: Mentions of cheating

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters, they belong to DC and Marvel.

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A/N: I haven’t written for Diana in so long but I hope you guys like it! :) Also the song When You Kiss Me by Shania Twain kinda gave me inspiration for this request. (I know it’s not the type of music I listen to but I grew up listening to Shania Twain so XD)

What you saw in front of you, you couldn’t believe it. You saw Wanda kissing Vision. How could she do this to you? She knew about your past and how you’ve been cheated on before. You tried to keep yourself from crying but you couldn’t stop from sobbing.

When Wanda and Vision heard you they immediately pulled away from each other. Wanda tried walking towards you but you backed away from her. “Don’t come near me.”

“(Y/N) it’s not what it looks like.” Wanda tried telling you.

“That bullshit and you know it!” You growled. “How could you do this to me? Especially when you knew I’ve been cheated on in the past.”

Wanda looked down. “(Y/N) I’m sorry-”

“You’re sorry?!” You glared at her. “I can’t believe you, we’re done.”

With that you quickly left the room. You needed to go someplace where you felt safe. While you were trying to find a place you bumped into Bucky. Before you could fall his arms wrapped around you.

Once he got a good look at you he could see that you’ve been crying. “(Y/N), what happened?” He hugged you.

You hugged him back tightly and sobbed into his chest. ��She cheated.”

That was all you could say but Bucky knew what you meant. He couldn’t believe Wanda would cheat on you, he wanted to go give her a piece of his mind but right now you needed him.

xxxxx

A few days later it was getting harder for you to stay at the compound. It was getting to be too much. You were with Tony in his lab at the moment. Tony and Bucky were your best friends and for the past few days you’ve been staying close to them.

You looked down at your hands, tears already rolling down your cheeks. Tony looked up from what he was working on and saw you crying. He frowned before coming over to you and wrapping his arms around you.

“It’s going to be alright.” He rubbed your back.

“It’s not Tony...” You pulled away and wiped away your tears. “I can’t stay here... I need to get far away form here to even be close to being okay again...”

As much as Tony didn’t want you to leave he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop you. “I think I have something that might help.” He went over to one of the drawers he had in his lab.

He came back over to you, he was holding some sort of device and a phone. You looked at him with a raised eyebrow. He chuckled. “I made this in case we needed to go somewhere to lie low for a while. It’s a device that can transport you anywhere and the phone is for you to keep in contact no matter where you are.”

“Tony, you sure?”

He nods. “Bucky and I will be the only ones to have a phone so we can talk. We won’t tell the others until you tell us to.” You smiled before pulling him into a tight hug.

The next day you stood in Tony’s lab with Tony and Bucky. You had a few duffel bags with your stuff in them. You couldn’t stop the tears from falling. You couldn’t help it, you were going to miss them.

“Don’t cry, cause now I’m going to start crying.” Tony said before hugging you.

When he pulled away Bucky came over to you, he pulled you into a tight hug. “Please be safe and text us if you need anything.”

“I will I promise.” You hugged him back. When you pulled away you smiled at your best friends. “You both know I’m going to text you no matter what right?”

“We know.” Tony smiled.

You took a deep breath. “Okay, I’m ready.” You said goodbye to them before pressing the button on the device Tony gave you.

When you opened your eyes you were in a completely new place. You let out a sigh. Tony had given you some money so you could buy an apartment and some food and stuff to help you out.

Now it was time to start your new life.

xxxxx

It’s been a few months since you’ve arrived at your new home and you’ve been doing well. At first it was hard, you were away from your best friends and everything that you’ve known but after some time you started to like your new home too.

You were walking around the city, you smiled down at the phone Tony had gave you. You were texting Bucky, he just told you that he finally asked Steve out on a date. You were really happy for him.

You were so busy looking at your phone that you weren’t paying attention to where you were going. Suddenly you bumped into someone, before you could fall strong arms grabbed you.

“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”

You blinked at looked at the person who caught you. Your eyes widened when you saw the woman standing in front of you, concern written on her face. You also couldn’t help but think she was absolutely gorgeous.

“I-I’m okay. But it was my fault, I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.” You blushed.

“The least I could do is buy you some coffee.” She smiled at you.

You shook your head. “It’s okay really, you don’t have-”

“I want to.”

For some reason you couldn’t say no. She took you to the closest cafe. You both ordered and sat down.

“I never got your name.” She smiled as she took a sip of her drink.

You took a sip of your drink. “(Y/N).”

Her smile widened. “I’m Diana.”

xxxxx

Since that day you and Diana have gotten close. The two of you are almost always together. Over time you’ve started to realize that you’ve fallen in love with her. When you realized that it scared you. Ever since Wanda cheated on you, you’ve been scared to date again. But you couldn’t help but feel this time would be different, that Diana was different.

You’ve talked to both Tony and Bucky about this. They both told you to tell her how you felt. They just wanted you to be happy.

You were pacing back and forth in your room while talking to Bucky. “I’m not sure about this Buck...” You said nervously.

“You can do this (Y/N). I know you’re scared but from what you’ve told me about Diana and how the two of you are, I have a feeling she feels the same way.” You could practically hear him smiling.

“If she does and we start dating...” You trailed off.

“You’re scared she’ll cheat on you.” Bucky didn’t need you to tell him that. He knew you too well, you were his best friend after all.

You were about to reply when you heard a knock on your front door. “That’s Diana, I gotta go.”

“I know you can do it (Y/N).” Bucky said before the two of you said goodbye and ended the call.

You sighed. “I hope you’re right Bucky...”

You looked in the mirror and fixed your hair before leaving your room to open the door. You smiled when you saw Diana, she held up a bag of your favorite take out.

Once Diana was inside your apartment you both went over to the couch and began eating. The whole time Diana could tell something was on your mind. “Everything alright?”

You nod. “Yea, I just have some things on my mind that’s all.”

Diana could tell what was on your mind was distracting you, normally when the two of you are together you’re talking about your day or about anything. But right now you were being really quiet.

You closed your eyes for a second and took a deep breath. You opened your eyes and looked over at Diana. “There’s something that I want to say but I’m scared to.” You took another deep breath before continuing. “Diana I’m in love with you.”

Diana’s eyes widened, she smiled as she bit her lip. “I’m in love with you too (Y/N).” She reached over and took your hand in hers. “I know what your ex did to you, but I would never do that to you.”

You fought back the tears. When Diana said that you believed her, you knew she would never do anything to hurt you. This time was different, you could feel it.

xxxxx

After you and Diana had been dating for a year Tony and Bucky wanted to visit. They wanted to see you and to meet your girlfriend. You had told them they could come visit for a few days. You had a feeling that the others were going to find out and that they would want to go with Tony and Bucky.

“You excited, my love?” Diana said as she wrapped her arms around your waist from behind while you got ready to meet your old team.

You smiled and leaned back into her embrace before turning around in her arms. Diana leaned in and kissed you. You smiled into the kiss. When she kissed you, you felt the world disappear. You knew she was the one.

“I am.” You said when you pulled away from the kiss.

You were going to meet the team and bring them to your apartment. It wasn’t the same apartment that you had before, after you and Diana had been dating for six months the two of you got a apartment together. This one was definitely bigger than your old place.

You were excited to see the others again. You knew Wanda was going to be there and you were nervous to see her again but you didn’t think about it too much. You were happy now, happier than you ever were with Wanda.

Before you left the apartment Diana pulled you into another kiss, this one lasted a little longer than the one before. “I love you.” She said.

“I love you too.” You smiled before kissing her once again. You couldn’t get enough. “I’ll be back.”

xxxxx

You waited at the same spot where you arrived on this Earth. A few seconds later the team was in front of you. You smiled when you saw Tony and Bucky.

Bucky ran over to you, he pulled you into his arms and spun you around. “Hey doll.”

You smiled and laughed as you hugged him. “Hey Buck.”

Tony came over to the two of you, he pouts. “Hey what about me?” He opened his arms for you to give him a hug. You shook your head and laughed before hugging him.

When you pulled away from him Natasha walked over to you and pulled you into a tight hug. “I missed you, it’s not the same without you at the compound.”

“I missed you too Nat.” You hugged her back tightly.

Wanda watched you as you hugged the others. She couldn’t help but feel her heart drop, she really did regret cheating on you. She could also see how much you’ve changed since you left.

You brought everyone to your apartment, you opened the door and let them in. They were all in awe. As soon as you walked in, Diana walked out of the kitchen, she smiled when she saw you. You couldn’t stop the huge smile that formed on your face.

Diana walked over to you, she wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into her. You leaned into her before giving her a loving kiss.

The others eyes widened, everyone was shocked. Natasha looked at you with a smirk. “Who’s this (Y/N)?”

You blushed. “Everyone this is my girlfriend Diana.”

Diana smiled at them. “I’ve heard so much about you all.” But as soon as she looked at Wanda, she glared at her but that only lasted for a few seconds.

Everyone was telling you that they were so happy for you. Both Tony and Bucky had given Diana the ‘if you hurt my best friend’ talk, you knew they just wanted to make sure you wouldn’t get hurt again.

The whole time Wanda kept to herself. She could see how happy you were and how much you and Diana truly loved each other. She knew that she didn’t have any chance to get you back.

#diana prince imagine #diana prince x reader #justice league imagine #avengers imagine #dc imagine #marvel imagine

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peace-coast-island · 3 years ago

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Diary of a Junebug

Making cookies at the Nova Aeria Clock Tower

When it comes to being creative with cookies, Addie and Ginger are always up for the challenge! Since rebranding and opening shop at the Nova Aeria, things have been going super well for them. They went from a small cookie stand in their neighborhood to a traveling cart and now they have a full fledged bakery in the city.

Today the bakery was busy because of the monthly cookie contest, which has been a huge hit since it started earlier this year. Like I said, Addie and Ginger like to think outside the box when it comes to unique cookie recipes!

A lot has changed since I last saw them at the camp. At the time they were rebranding, taking time off to reevaluate things after realizing that the direction they were going in wasn't working out. By reinventing themselves and starting over from scratch, they were able to make something that aligned more with their dreams. It wasn't easy, but they took the plunge, knowing when to bail out when they realized that they deserved better.

The Nova Aeria Clock Tower feels like it exists in a space of its own. I don't know, it just gives off this starry, otherworldly vibe. I can also see why Addie felt that this was the perfect place to settle down in. She always has a knack for being intuitive like that. The moment she stepped inside, she knew that it was meant to be. And that's not something Addie says lightly so if she's somewhat certain about anything, we gotta keep that in mind.

For now, it's just Addie and Ginger running the bakery, though now they're in the process of building a team. Bree and Lyn were gonna start training soon but they're needed at the funeral parlor where Lyn's brother Ry works as undertaker turned temporary director.

Bree and Lyn have always been Addie and Ginger's biggest supporters so it was a matter of time before they joined the team. They're creative bakers too - Bree's baking videos are always relaxing to watch and Lyn likes experimenting will all kinds of complicated recipes. Problem is that their families aren't as supportive of their baking aspirations so it's a case of them waiting for the right opportunity to take a plunge and pursue their dreams.

So now they're one step closer! Except they can't quite take the step yet as poor Ry's overwhelmed since the funeral parlor director and consultant are out of commission. Lyn says it's not as bad as it sounds - basically, the director and consultant occasionally work with an adventurer's guild so they sometimes tag along on a mission with their investigator friend. Rarely they both go together and for that particular mission, things went horribly wrong, as Lyn puts it. The director, who Lyn describes as a bit of an eccentric prankster who seems too cheerful despite her family's business, should be out of the hospital tomorrow so she'll probably be back in a week or so. As for the consultant and investigator - an old fashioned gentleman and a headstrong young adventurer - it'll be a while before they're back up on their feet again, but at least they're recovering from their injuries.

Lyn always has stories relating to the funeral parlor - mainly about the director being weird and causing trouble. She seems like an interesting person, someone full of dark humor and can be a bit much, but a nice person overall. Lyn's family and hers go way back, and she has been supportive of Lyn and Bree while Ry seems to be on the fence. The consultant and investigator sound like cool people too - Lyn doesn't know them too well but they've always been nice to him. Bree says the consultant's super knowledgable about a lot of things so he always has a lot of interesting things to say.

The funeral parlor business was never for him so Lyn only really works there if they're short handed. Bree is basically the on call undertaker - probably the only one in the world as far as I know - though she mostly does cleaning and sometimes clerical stuff. To keep things lively, she bakes treats for the staff, which they appreciate, especially the director. She also learned a bunch of new recipes from the consultant, who also taught her a bunch of obscure and valuable baking techniques that most professionals have never heard of.

Since it's the monthly cookie contest, Ry gave Lyn and Bree the day off. So Ginger felt that this was the perfect opportunity to start their training - by being contestants! Normally Bree bakes something at least once a week but since the funeral parlor situation, she hasn't baked in almost a month, which is almost sacrilege to her. Of course, she was totally up for the challenge of coming up with a brand new recipe on the spot.

I was surprised at the turnout of the contest - thirty contestants! The bakery was packed so Addie had to break everyone up in groups. I didn't participate in the contest myself while Fauna and Mira did. Daisy Jane and I were behind the scenes, helping out contestants and cleaning equipment. It was cool seeing the kitchen as well as get some sneak peeks behind upcoming recipes.

It was fun watching everyone come up with all kinds of cookies. Everyone had such a unique spin on their creations so trying over thirty kinds of cookies didn't feel like a hassle. There were sweet cookies, savory cookies, and a lot of in between. Even things that you wouldn't think would go in a cookie came out well. Addie and Ginger sure know how to get everyone creative!

Fauna made a passionfruit matcha mochi cookie that screams tropical vibes. It was a recipe she came up with on the spot so it took a couple trial batches to get things going. The matcha cookie dough texture is like a mix between shortbread and chocolate chip, resulting in a flaky, buttery, and rich flavor. Then she bakes the cookies for a bit while making the passionfruit mochi. Before the cookies finish baking, she tops them off with the mochi, like putting chocolate chips on top, and put it back in the oven for a minute or two. That way, the cookies are crisp on the outside and soft on the inside while the mochi is chewy and flavorful.

Mira came up with colorful chocolate cookies with a black sesame custard filling. They taste as good as they look, especially with the rainbow sprinkles. The cookie is made from a mix of coconut and almond flour, resulting in a nutty flavor that goes really well with the custard and chocolate. The flavor's not overly sweet thanks to the black sesame and a touch of flaky rock salt, which really elevates a dessert. I can totally see this cookie being served at a rainbow themed party for its looks alone.

Lyn went experimental with a super duper chocolate cookie. Basically a super rich brownie in the form of a cookie that's made from three different types of chocolate. To balance out all that chocolate, he topped them off with roasted pecans flavored with lime and chilis. He got the inspiration from hot chocolate with chilis and the flavors go surprisingly well together. I mean, along with the rich chocolate ganache drizzled on top, without the spicy pecans, the chocolate would've been way too much. Only Lyn can pull off something as indulgent as that!

Bree's creation is like a fusion of a focaccia and quiche in the form of a cookie. The dough is similar to focaccia, except with some tweaks here and there to make it more cookie like. The topping is a cream cheese custard with a blend of herbs, an unusual mix of sweet and savory flavors that balance each other super well. How she came up with this idea, I don't know. To add a bit of a personal touch, she decorated the cookies as various constellations. Creativity never ceases to amaze me!

There were so many cookies, more than enough to take home and give to friends. Bree and Lyn plan to stop by the hospital and funeral parlor on the way home to give away some of the sweet treats. I did a little baking myself with Addie and Ginger before they closed up and that was pretty chill. It's so good to see them thriving and I can't wait to come back, especially now that Bree and Lyn will be joining them soon.

While waiting for the cookies to cool, Ginger took us on a tour around the Nova Aeria. At first glance, the clock tower looks like a fancy shopping center. It kinda is but also isn't, if that makes sense. There are shops and cafes but there's also places like an archive building, an observation deck, the clock tower itself, a couple of HQs - it's basically the center of a lot of things. Even those who spend their days at the Nova Aeria for years - generations even - still don't know the full extent of the clock tower and what exactly its purpose is.

Being the curious cat she is, Ginger wants to learn more about the Nova Aeria. Lyn wants to know more about the place as well. Both say the consultant seems to have some knowledge about it so he seems like a good starting point. The director might know something too as her family has connections to the clock tower so that's another thing to look into. Hearing them talk about the clock tower's mysteries has made me curious too.

What stories does the Nova Aeria hold? That's another thing to look forward to on future visits.

#animal crossing #animal crossing pocket camp #Diary of a Junebug #headcanon ramble

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coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe · 4 years ago

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Coffee and Blood or Coffee with André, Bleeding with Piper

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This passage contains potentially: drinking (recreational), sexual 'jokes', swearing, violence.

Summary: In this 'chapter' Kirby hangs out with both André and Piper, sharing drinks with the giant and sparring with the Scotsman. We also get more of an introduction to the rest of the Daughters of Darkness and Damien.

Kirby’s POV:

I woke up earlier than expected on the following Thursday, around four-forty-five in the morning, before sunrise. I decided to get a head start on my usual morning routine, brushing my teeth, showering, washing my long blonde hair and brushing it whilst drying it with a hairdryer.

I have decided that the moment I get enough money, or the moment it gets too unmanageable, I will cut my hair and possibly dye it. I remember back when I was a teenager I had dyed my hair all sorts of crazy colours. When I won the tag tag titles back as a part of the Celtic Warriors, my hair was a dark green, in contrast to Erik's (My tag partner's) ginger locks.

I managed to find a black shirt and some sepia hued trousers in the mess that was my suitcase, having let Holly borrow my old graphic band tees a couple days ago meant that she had rearranged my stuff in a way that no human would think possible. By the time I had gotten dressed the hotel landline next to the bed started ringing, hesitant at first, I decided to pick it up.

"Hello, Mademoiselle Lucifarian?"

"André?"

"Oui, uh, I was wondering if you would like to get breakfast together, around six?"

"Oh, uh, Oui, I would love that, where should I meet you?"

"The hotel lobby, the sooner the better, people are staring at me."

André hung up the phone and, after putting my hair up into a ponytail and a watch on my wrist, I headed down to the hotel lobby, the ideas of where André could possibly take me ranging from quaint cafe's to any bar or pub that would be open this early.

By the time I got down to the lobby I could see a small crowd around my fellow giant. He waved me over and said his goodbyes to the gaggle of fans and we left.

Somehow, in the middle of New York, André had managed to find a quaint little café. We found a small table at the back and got to talking, and eating. I had taken my mask off and placed it beside the small sugar bowl on the table. André ordered our food and then starts the conversation.

"So, uh what did you do before you came to America?"

"Oh, I wrestled in a tag team while in England."

"What did you do before wrestling?"

"I can't remember much, I think just school. Kid stuff. You?"

"I wrestled in France under many names. Before that, I was schooled until I was fourteen."

"You left school at fourteen?" I took a sip of the coffee he had chosen for me, tasting a hint of whiskey and cocking an eyebrow at him.

He smiled and nodded, taking a swig from the pint of beer in front of him. André is known for his drinking, although I am also a giant, the fact that he's paying for the two of us to drink so early in the day makes me cautious of how much he drinks, or am I more afraid of how much he'll make me drink. I shake the thoughts from my mind and take a larger sip from the Irish coffee he has blatantly ordered me.

"Drey." I look over at his plates, unlike my one plate, a full English (minus the black pudding) André has a whole side of the table covered in food.

"Drey," good lord, I've already given him a nickname, "Drey, how can you eat all of this? A lesser man would have no chance to get through that."

He puts a hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter and our conversation continues for a while until André brings up an uncomfortable subject.

"Why do you hide your face?"

I shift in my seat and André's brows furrow slightly with worry. He picks up the mask before I can put it back in it's rightful place, turning it in his hands, examining it in all it's small details.

"I guess it drives up my asking price." It's a bold-faced lie and I know it but it's better than revealing all my insecurities before I even have my first match, or even cut my first promo in the WWF.

André nods solemnly, he can tell I don't want to talk about it any further. He pays for the meal, I put my mask back on and we parted ways. I went back to the hotel, changed into my work out gear, grabbed my gym bag and headed to the nearest gym.

I set myself up at a heavy bag and begin my usual workout after warming up. Punches, knees, kicks. And right when I'm in the middle of my workout I feel a tap on my arm. I whip around and whip my hair into my arm.

"Oh, it's you, Roddy," I try to get my breath back in-between words, upon regaining my breath I continue, "What d'you want?"

"I just wanted to say, you have excellent form." The smug smile on his face tells me everything.

"I'm not in the mood, Roddy, bugger off." I growled at him.

Roddy scowls before continuing the conversation, "Alright missy, those are fightin' words"

"Oh really?" I challenge.

"Really."

We begin walking over to the makeshift ring.

"Really Roddy?"

"Really Gluttony."

Out the back of the gym, open air but clean of any twigs or bugs, simple but sturdy. The Squared Circle.

Piper gets in the same way as last time we sparred as do I. I get a quick glance at Piper's reaction, his eyes widen slightly, he's still surprised by me jumping over the ropes.

"You must have a thing for proving your agility, Gluttony," He stops momentarily and it's as if I can see the cogs turning in his mind, "What is your name?" He finally says after a minute of silence.

"I'm Kirby Lucifarian," a white lie but technically whilst in the ring my surname becomes 'Lucifarian' and no longer am I a 'Trevor', "Most people know me as Gluttony, however."

"Even with that mask on?"

It's honestly a good question but I don't want him knowing every little detail of my gimmick.

"Even with the mask on."

"Really?"

At this point he's taunting me and so I put my fists up to start the sparring session, "Really really."

During the sparring session he questioned me on my work with the WWF.

"When's your first match?"

"Saturday, West Milford, New Jersey, Why d'you ask?"

"Can I watch?" He smirks before trying to Irish whip me into the corner and failing.

I stop, making myself a dead weight in the middle of the ring, "What!?"

Rod takes a couple step backwards, I follow him, backing him into the corner of the ring.

"What did you just ask me, Piper?"

He puts his hands up over his head, "Hey, I'm just messin' with ya."

"No, no no no, what'd ya jus' ask me? Ya dafty, what'd ya jus' ask me?"

Now fully backed into the turnbuckle, Rod puts his hands on my shoulders to keep me out of his face, "I only asked if I can watch you wrestle."

Upon hearing a lack of fear in his voice, I cock an eyebrow, confused and take a step back.

Upon realising that he's stunned me, Roddy takes his chance and punches me in the gut.

I double over, winded but not too hurt.

When Roddy gets close enough I hit him with the Vampire's Bite.

He falls back, slamming his back into the mat.

I get up and check him, unknowingly letting him kick me in the groin, hard.

"Ya hit," I heave, "A little low, Roddy."

He lets out a laugh and reaches out a hand.

I help him up and he pulls me into a hug, "I'm sorry about that, ya dafty."

I glare at him and he lets out another laugh, I fail to keep my composure and laugh with him. I look over at the building, a clock on the outside wall reads four-thirty, pm.

"Another time, Roddy?"

"Ya gotta go somewhere?"

"Yeah, I'm supposed to meet Damien and the girls for dinner at five." I point the clock out to him.

He looks at the clock and once again I see the cogs turning in his mind, "Maybe the clock's wrong."

I laugh and he shrugs.

"Ya never know, d'ya. Kirby?"

"Yes, Roddy?"

"Ya never said if I can watch ya wrestle on Saturday."

I give him a glare before sighing out a "Sure, Roddy."

He smirks, his dumb face making me want to punch him in the mouth."

I slip on the wet grass, getting out of the ring and fall over onto a jagged rock, splitting open the palm of my left hand and the my right shin. I yelp out a quick 'shit' and Rod rushes over to me, helping me up.

He grabs my stuff whilst I clean myself up in a nearby bathroom. When I get out of the bathroom, Rod walks over to me with a roll of gauze.

"C'mere," He grabs my wrist and wraps the gauze around my hand, wrapping the bandage around two or three times before cutting the gauze and tying it off and moving to wrap the gauze around my leg.

He rolls up the right leg of my leggings and I give him a look of 'Do you really have to do that' and as if he can read my mind he mutters out a small 'shut up' and continues to bandage my leg.

Piper gives me my gym bag and lets me walk back to the hotel. I reach the hotel with a slight limp from the pain now coursing through my leg every time I take a step or put my weight on the leg.

I take the elevator and reach my room, hearing Sam's voice already in the room, "God, she's got a spare key, hasn't she." I whisper to myself before opening the door.

Sam, already dressed in a suit, springs off the bed and runs to hug me.

"Hey, Fireball."

"Hey, Tall-ass."

Sam lets me go before noticing the bandages.

"What happened?" Her voice instantly turning from 'Cute Little Sister' to 'Italian Mafioso Interrogator' in an instant.

"Me and Piper were sparring, I slipped when gettin' out of the ring, why?"

Her eyebrows raise and I can immediately tell what she's thinking.

"You were, 'Sparring'?"

"Not like that, Sammie, actually sparring, he kicked me in the groin, we weren't 'Sparring' like Billie does, alright?"

"Alright," she looks down at her wrist watch, moving her leather glove to do so, "We've got three minutes."

Putting the final flourishes of my suit, which matches Sam's, into place, "Let's go then, Sammie."

We leave the hotel, Sam helping me lessen the weight on my leg and head to what we both would call 'The Fanciest restaurant in New York'.

The table Damien has reserved for us, under the 'Lucifarian' name, is bigger than expected.

"It's as if Damien's expecting more than just the eight of us." Billie points out, smoothing out her short, midnight blue dress.

"Good evening ladies." Damien brings Sam, Billie and myself over to our seats.

As per usual, I am at the opposite end of the table to Damien, he always keeps an eye on me but keeps me at arm's length.

"How did you get hurt, Kirby?" Damien brings up the injuries I sustained earlier yet again.

"I fell over earlier while at the gym."

I don't want Damien knowing about me and Piper sparring, he'll admonish me for hanging around Piper without him there. He looks at me with a slight suspicion in his eyes.

I order a glass of Rosé wine and a bowl of French Onion Soup.

"So, Sam's said you've been 'Sparring' with somebody." Holly asks.

"Actual sparring Hol, not 'Sparring'." I clarify, taking a moment to size up Damien and make sure he doesn't question me further.

When the food finally arrives I shift my focus from Damien to the food. The fact that the last time I ate was this morning finally hits me and just looking at the bowl of soup makes my stomach growl ravenously. Upon hearing this, the rest of the girls struggle to contain their laughter.

"I know, I know." I shrug off the humiliation of my loud-ass stomach and manage to finish my meal and wine before the rest of the table.

After the meal, Damien makes us (except for Vickie) pay for the cheque. We go our separate ways. I go back to the hotel and sit on the edge of the bed, still in my suit.

"Man, I gotta wrestle with injuries now, how's that for a debut." I mutter to myself and shift my focus to getting out of the suit so I can sleep.

I take a long look at myself in the mirror and sigh, before questioning myself, "Why am I so afraid of Damien knowing I sparred with piper?"

And with that question still in my mind, I go to bed and quickly fall asleep.

END OF COFFEE WITH ANDRÉ, BLEEDING WITH PIPER / COFFEE AND BLOOD

#Lucifarians #wrestling fic

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atiny-piratequeen · 5 years ago

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𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝑬𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝑶𝒏 𝑴𝒆 𝑪𝒉. 𝟑/𝟒

Pairing: Poly OT8 (Yeosang Focused)

Genre: Smut, PWP

Word Count: 8k

Rating: 18+

Tags: Smut, Established Poly Relationship, Self Esteem Issues, Everyone’s a Switch, First Times, Cum Sharing, Blow Jobs, Biting, Gangbang, Fingersucking, etc

Summary: Yeosang is a very shy man. Everyone knows this.But he’s fed up of his shyness and insecurities being the reason he’s left out of sexual activities from the others. He wants them to look at him like they look at each other

AO3

Chapter One| Chapter Two| Chapter Three| Chapter Four

Taglist: @readbeneaththelines @kwonnansi @vvnte

"-and then he just...walked away." Yeosang finished explaining, having nearly paced a hole through the floor as he recapped the previous night's events to Hongjoong, Jongho, and Wooyoung.

Also known as: the trio that he's actually done sexual things with.

Wooyoung hummed, his head in Hongjoong's lap as their leader idly ran his fingers through his hair. Jongho was situated on the floor, a small amused smile playing on the maknae's face as he watched the fourth oldest hyung panic.

"From the sounds of it, we've opened Pandora's box. San's gonna eat you alive, Yeosangie." Wooyoung finally mused, subtly nuzzling his head closer to Hongjoong when he scratched a certain area of his scalp.

"What does that mean?!" Yeosang snapped, pivoting on his heel to point at his blonde boyfriend.

"He means San's now got his focus on you. Which is good for you. Or bad, if you don't have a lot of stamina." Jongho tried to elaborate, but his response only drew a wide eyed stare from Yeosang.

"Here, let me try and help-" Hongjoong cut in, waving his hand until the three men looked at him.

"San is a bit more...predatory when it comes to sex. Not in a bad way, though. But while Woo-ya or Mingi-ya are more straightforward with what they want and when they want it-" Hongjoong trailed off, tapping his chin as he looked for the words. He snapped his fingers after a moment, sending Yeosang a smile.

"San likes to seduce. He loves cat and mouse games when it comes to sex. It usually starts with some innocent back hugs and typical skinship-which he loves Wooyoung the most in that department-but then it goes to subtle grinding, groping, and stuff like that. San likes to drive us crazy so we'll come to him instead of him coming to us and presenting himself, if that makes sense." The blue-haired rapper explained.

Yeosang felt his heart skip.

San was going to make him approach him? Would he even have the backbone for that?

"Don't worry, Yeosangie! You've experienced a lot the past few days and if last night as anything to go by, you’ll do fine when it comes to putting San in his place.” Wooyoung grinned, smiling wide at Yeosang. The older man felt heat creep up to his ears as Hongjoong and Jongho exchanged a look with one another before smiling.

"Yeah, you can always tease him, too. Beat him at his own game. It works like a charm when I do it." Hongjoong cooed, chuckling when Wooyoung kissed at his wrist.

Yeosang bit his lip before he began his pacing once more.

Beat him at his own game, huh? --

Yeosang stared up at the ceiling as he collected his thoughts. The singer had declined going out with the others today as they all scattered to go on their own little dates to close out the last few days before comeback.

Hongjoong and Seonghwa left to the label so their leader could work on some beats in the studio. No doubt, Seonghwa tagged along to make sure Hongjoong didn’t exhaust himself in there.

Wooyoung, San, and Mingi eagerly departed to watch a scary movie that had just hit the theaters. Or, rather, San and Wooyoung dragged the tall rapper to the theater to watch the movie, knowing full well how it would turn out. Yeosang was tempted to come along, but he knew he’d be just as bad as Mingi when it came to jumpscares and other scary things.

Yunho headed to the internet cafe to play games and while Yeosang did enjoy playing, he couldn’t quite keep up with the older man.

Jongho left with his gym bag around his shoulder, and everyone knew better than to try and accompany the maknae when he did personal training. He’d push them to the limit and Yeosang wanted nothing to do with the soreness that would come from the workout.

Now a different type of soreness…

Yeosang squirmed, feeling heat creep up to his face before he glanced at his phone. San had sent the group chat a picture of him, Wooyoung, and Mingi grinning and holding their tickets up before they went in.

Mini Hong: Just make sure you don’t do anything inappropriate when the lights go out.

Shiber’s Dad: I have no idea what you mean.

Angry Bird: Really? Because last time we went to the movies, your hand kept finding its way onto my cock, San.

Apple Butcher: Not to mention the time Wooyoung-hyung gave me a blowjob during one of those rom coms.

Elmo’s Giggle: Yah! Don’t bring me into this! You enjoyed it, anyway!

Shiber’s Dad: Oh no, look at the time, we gotta go, byeeeeee.

Mini Hong: Convenient.

Yeosang blushed as the others went back and forth, the thought of San palming and stroking him during a movie and him trying to keep quiet riling him up more than he expected. Biting his lip, he opened the chat once more, pulling up the folder that kept all the pictures, gifs, and videos in it.

It didn’t take much scrolling for him to find the nudes the boys had dropped in the chat. The most recent being San’s video from the other day with Jongho, Yunho, and Mingi. Yeosang bit his lip and started the video, watching the confidence roll off the younger vocalist in waves. By the end of the video, Yeosang was throbbing in his pants, and he decided to go further down the rabbit hole.

He was alone, there was no reason to be shy.

Yeosang scrolled down, finding a video of Mingi recording himself, eyes barely open as he pressed a buzzing vibrator deeper into himself. He groaned, the lower octave of his voice reverberating through Yeosang’s head. The brunette whined, watching Mingi spread his legs wider for the video, eyes nearly rolling back as he came minutes later, cum shooting upwards and covering his fist.

The next video was Seonghwa pinning Yunho to the bed, kissing his shoulder as he rolled his hips sharply, fucking the taller idol as he looked into the camera. Yunho’s thighs shook as he bowed his head down, muttering incoherently as Seonghwa rocked into him, purring into his ear.

“God, you’re clenching me so tight, Yunho. Were you waiting for this?” He cooed, kissing the shell of Yunho’s ear. Yunho whined in his grip, panting as he clearly creeped closer to his climax. Seonghwa continued his sultry sweet nothings until Yunho fell apart in his arms, his bleary eyes looking up at the camera Seonghwa had set up in front of them, making eye contact as he moaned. The older idol came soon after, muttering something about Yunho taking every drop before that video ended.

Yeosang was so hard it hurt. He peeled off his shirt, suddenly feeling like it was much too tight. He shimmied his hips, easing his pants down his body before he kicked them aside. Yeosang pulled his lip between his teeth as he looked for more videos and images that were dropped in the chat. He wrapped his free hand around his cock, mewling as he stroked himself, eyes fixed on his phone screen.

He found everything between Hongjoong fucking Wooyoung against a wall to Jongho recording himself sucking San’s cock.

It didn’t take long before he was whimpering to himself, on his fifth short video when it suddenly dawned on him.

He could take his own.

Yeosang’s hand stilled as he mulled the idea over. He’d never sent anything of his own to the chat besides some selcas, pictures of food, or pictures he took with his drone. Whenever he interacted with the chat when the others were being dirty, it was only a few flustered comments here and there.

Yeosang swallowed thickly, rolling up to his knees as he found a place to put the phone, shuffling back after he switched it to front-facing and hit record. He glanced at the screen a few times, blushing as he saw himself.

The brunette bit his lip, spreading his legs once he was comfortable against his pillows and pulled up sheets. The brunette wrapped his hand around his cock, resuming his languid, leisurely pace from before. Slowly, he allowed himself to get more into the feeling, freeing his lip from his teeth to let his soft moans fall from his lips.

"D-do I look good for you? Would you hurry home for me?" He whispered, glancing at the camera as he stroked his cock faster. His heart was hammering in his chest, though he couldn't help the extra edge of excitement ran up his spine. The other boys were all out in public, how would they react once he hit send?

That thought alone made Yeosang's hand work faster, a trembling moan bouncing off the walls in his room.

"H-hurry, someone come play with me, too." He whined, hips jolting as his thumb rolled over his head, smearing precum from the action. His head fell back, fist pumping faster as he imagined the boys' hands all over him.

Mingi's low voice growling in his ear, fingers laced in his hair. Seonghwa dragging his nails down his thighs. Wooyoung pressing butterfly kisses to his face and cheeks. Hongjoong leaving those nipping kisses across the cream-colored canvas of his ass. San's skilled lips wrapped around his cock, those intense eyes locked on his. Jongho dragging his teeth over his dark nipples. Yunho buried deep inside of him, fully seating him on his cock.

"Oh my god."Yeosang moaned, lifting his hips as he felt fire ignite in the pit of his stomach. The thought of all of them on him, on each other, at the same time was something he never thought about in great detail.

But god, was his mind fixated on it now.

"More, more, more~" he mewled, thighs trembling as he gave one of his nipples an experimental pinch. The keen that left his lips was downright dirty as he continued pinching and rolling the small nub.

So immersed in his playing and how close he was creeping to release, he missed the sound of the front door opening in the dorm.

"I-I'm gonna cum...o-ohh~" he groaned loud, stroking himself fast, eyes nearly rolling back.

Later, when reflecting, he'd realize he was a lot more vocal than expected.

"So close, so close. P-please watch well, okay?" He mewled, not even realizing all of the embarrassment and hesitation from earlier had melted away the more he thought about the others doing this with him. Their eyes all on his body, growling and cooing sweet nothings and pure filth to him. Treating him with gentle hands at times, but groping and clawing at him roughly at others.

Yeosang let out a soft moan that caught in his throat as his hips tensed, cumming after a few more pumps of his cock, lips parted in a soft 'o'. He stroked himself through his orgasm, whining in delight at the mess all over his hand. He made a show of licking his own fingers, purring at the sweet taste of his own cum before he scooted over to the camera, picking it up to send a shy smile and a wink into it.

"Let's play together soon, okay?" He proposed, ending the recording quickly afterwards and pressing send before he could try and back out of it. As soon as it was sent, he let out a small scream, flailing into his pillow.

"I can't believe I did that, oh my god-"

"I can't believe it, either. But it was unbelievably hot." Came a voice from his door.

Yeosang jolted, head snapping towards the direction of the door to find Yunho standing with a small bag from the convenience store down the block.

"H-hyung! I thought you were at the internet cafe…" Yeosang trailed off, swallowing thickly as Yunho eyed him, a kind smile on his face, but undeniable lust in his eyes.

"The cafe is closed for today because of the electrical issues in the area while some kind of construction goes on, so I came home. I felt bad about you being alone so I bought sweets for you." He explained, holding up the bag slightly. Yeosang nodded slowly, though he couldn't tear his eyes away from Yunho.

"How long h-have you been...in the doorway?"

Yunho thought about it for a moment.

"I heard moaning when I came in. It looked like you were playing for a while. You said something about watching well and I couldn't take my eyes off you." He admitted.

Yeosang bit his lip, feeling that fire from before spread through his body. He was being watched and he loved it. The vocalist suddenly remembered their maknae's advice from yesterday.

"If you want someone to fuck you, go to Yunho-hyung first. He's the gentlest."

Yeosang wanted more.

"Yunho-ya...Can you fuck me?" He inquired, loving the way Yunho's eyes darkened.

"I can." Yunho nodded, suddenly feeling like his throat was dry.

"Do you want to fuck me?" Yeosang followed up, crawling to the edge of his bunk to look down at Yunho, feeling a sense of power at the way Yunho not-so-subtly adjusted himself. He set the bag with the sweets down and shrugged off his jacket, cocking his head to the left.

“Why don’t you come down here and find out the answer?” He urged, crooking his finger in a ‘come hither’ motion. Yeosang nodded, making his way down the ladder until he was standing before the taller performer.

“I came, are you gonna show me?” Yeosang inquired, his voice quiet, but coy. Yunho leaned down into his space, kissing him slowly, growling at the taste of Yeosang's cum, still faint against his tongue. Yeosang loosely wrapped his arms around Yunho's neck, pressing his body against the taller man's.

"Mm…come with me to my room. I doubt Woo-ya would appreciate us fucking on his bed." Yunho panted slightly after breaking the kiss. Yeosang snorted quietly before nodding, allowing the taller performer to take his wrist, pulling him out of the room after he picked the bag of sweets up once more.

Yeosang pressed closer to Yunho’s side, realizing a bit too late that he was still buck naked and the October chill creeping through their dorm wasn’t helping. Yunho kissed the top of his head as he pulled the smaller idol into he and San’s shared room.

“Lay down, baby. I’ll warm you up.” Yunho cooed, the warm, honey-like tone of his voice making the hair on the back of Yeosang’s neck stand on end. Yeosang shuffled over quickly, sinking into the plush comforter on Yunho’s bed, self consciously closing his legs so he wasn’t as exposed.

Yunho made quick work of his shirt, reaching for a drawer situated in the corner of the room. He pulled out a small bottle of lube, making his way back over to Yeosang. The bed dipped as he slid onto it, his body eclipsing Yeosang’s once more. He ran a hand up the side of Yeosang’s thighs, moving his hand inwards to gently push them apart.

“Relax, Yeo-ya. Let me take care of you.”

There it was again. That honey-sweet voice.

Yeosang nodded, immediately spreading his legs apart so Yunho could see him fully. The blonde rewarded him with a kiss, taking his time as he wrapped his hand around Yeosang’s half hard cock. He smiled against his lips at the gasp that followed shortly after, but continued stroking until Yeosang began to whimper against his lips, lifting his hips up ever so slightly to thrust into his fist.

Yunho chuckled, nipping at his bottom lip before he pulled back, reaching for the lube. Yeosang watched his every move, swallowing thickly.

“Yunho-ya, I just want you to know I’ve never...done this before. Uh, been on the receiving end, I mean.” He fumbled his words, frowning at how much of a fool he sounded like. Yunho didn’t seem to mind, popping the cap open to coat his fingers before he kissed Yeosang’s temple.

“It’s alright. I won’t hurt you.” he promised, pressing one cool finger against Yeosang’s hole. The brunette bit his lip in anticipation, sighing when he felt one of Yunho’s long fingers slide into him. He felt less discomfort than he did before when Jongho fingered him, though he noticed a particular tingle running up and down his spine the more Yunho worked his finger in and out of him.

“W-what is that? It feels...ah!” He gasped, a moan slipping past his lips when Yunho slid another finger in to accompany the first, scissoring them apart as he did so. Yunho smiled from above him, lips close to Yeosang’s ear as he spoke.

“The lube warms up after a little bit. Does it feel good, Yeosangie?” He cooed, his voice a low rumble as he curled his fingers, listening closely to every hitch of Yeosang's breath. Yeosang nodded, spreading his legs wider.

“Hyung, more, please.” He whimpered, sighing against Yunho’s neck when he was rewarded with the third finger. Yunho’s free hand trailed down Yeosang’s body wrapping around his cock once more to stroke him languidly in time with his fingers. The brunette vocalist arched his back, grabbing Yunho’s shoulders tight, soft moans falling from his lips as his precum leaked over Yunho’s long fingers.

“M-More, Yunho-ya, more more more-” He begged, looking up at Yunho with his brows knitted up, a wanton and desperate expression on his face. Yunho bit back a curse and nodded, curling his fingers apart a few more times for good measure before he pulled away.

The blonde fumbled with his belt for a moment or two before he slid it out of the loops. He popped the button on his jeans open before shimmying them down his hips with his boxers, kicking them off carelessly to the side. San would probably kill him later for the mess he was creating in their room, but that was something he could deal with when the time arose.

“Oh my god.”

Yeosang’s voice brought his attention forward, and Yunho noticed the way Yeosang’s eyes were fixated on his cock, looking slightly intimidated and aroused at the same time.

“Jongho told me you were gentle, he didn’t mention you were hung like a fucking horse.”

Yunho didn’t mean to laugh as hard as he did, honestly. But the snort that left his lips and the flush that crept up to his ears were inevitable. Yeosang was a shy man, but he also was the bluntest of all of them, and it stroked Yunho’s ego to hear the lewd compliment.

“I’ll be sure to thank him later. For now, I’ll be sure to show you what he means.” He sent Yeosang a wink before mentioning something about finding a condom. Yeosang nodded and watched Yunho head back towards the same drawer where he pulled the lube out of. When he returned, he settled himself between Yeosang’s legs, rolling the condom onto his cock before adding lube to both himself and Yeosang’s quivering entrance.

“C-cold…”

“It won’t be for long. Hold onto me.” Yunho instructed, pressing his palms at either side of Yeosang’s head, holding himself up over the smaller idol. Yeosang nodded, wrapping his arms around Yunho’s torso, trembling slightly. Yunho noticed and kissed over his birthmark, his cheek, all the way to his lips.

“If it’s too much or I’m hurting you, let me know, alright?” He instructed, pulling back to look him in the eyes. Yeosang nodded, sending him a small smile before he felt the older idol slowly push into him.

Yeosang tensed at first, his breath hitching up and his nails digging slightly into Yunho’s back. The blonde stopped when he was halfway, pressing their heads together to steady himself.

“Fuck, you’re tight, Yeo. Are you okay?” He whispered, looking down at Yeosang in concern. The smaller man had his eyes closed, his fingers flexing slightly against Yunho’s back as he adjusted to the intrusion, slowly relaxing.

“I’m okay. It doesn’t hurt. It’s just...different.” He admitted, cracking his eyes open. Yunho held his gaze, giving his hips an experimental roll to test the waters. Yeosang gasped beneath him and he repeated the action, slowly thrusting shallowly into the brunette.

Yeosang was quiet at first, only a few whines and groans here and there, but Yunho noticed him adjusting with each thrust. He sunk further and further into the other idol until he was fully seated inside of him and Yeosang began to whimper.

“D-don’t stop, Hyung. I can f-feel it warming up.” He whined, hiding his face below him. Yunho smiled, kissing his knuckles persistently until Yeosang peeked from between his fingers, looking up at him.

“Don’t hide from me, baby. I want to see your face.” He cooed, rolling his hips faster. Yeosang moaned, one hand finding its way to Yunho’s arm, and the other balling up in the sheets. Encouraged by the positive reaction, Yunho gave Yeosang an experimental hard thrust, a pleased smile gracing his face when he heard the trembling mewl that left Yeosang’s lips.

“You’re doing so good, baby boy. And you were worried, hm?” Yunho chuckled, cutting off whatever remark Yeosang had to say with a firm kiss, changing his pace from the slow, deep ones, to faster, harder ones. The bed shifted from the sudden change, and Yeosang could’ve sworn one or two of San’s plushies toppled from the top bunk as Yunho rocked into him. He didn’t care much to investigate, choosing to lace his fingers into the Gwangju native’s hair, pulling as he moaned against his lips.

“Feels good, Yunho-ya. H-harder, please!" Yeosang gasped, body arching up when he felt Yunho's cock slam into him just right. Yunho let out a small sound that suspiciously close to a growl as he sat up, moving his hands to hold Yeosang's hips. He watched the younger man, admiring every inch of his flushed and slightly sweaty body.

He must have stilled his thrusts as he did so, from the pleading look Yeosang sent up to him.

"H-hyung? Please…"

"God, you look beautiful, Yeosangie. I can't take my eyes off you." Yunho admitted, licking his lips as he picked back up, his balls slapping against Yeosang's ass with every thrust. Yeosang's half lidded and hazy eyes widened in an instant, a loud cry leaving his lips as Yunho slammed right into the same delicious spot Jongho had teased with his fingers the day prior.

"Hyung! Right there, Hyung please, ahhn~!" Yeosang pleaded, unable to move with Yunho's hands holding him down.

"Mm...you look like you're close, Yeosang. Do you wanna cum?" Yunho's voice is a teasing purr as he ran one of his hands over Yeosang's clenching abdomen, all the way down to his pelvis, before skipping completely over his cock to caress his sweaty and trembling thigh.

"Please? I can't hold back, Yunho-ya. It feels good, it f-feels so good-" Yeosang let out another broken moan, bringing his hand up to his mouth to cover it as higher pitched whimpers left his lips. Yunho pried it away almost instantly, shaking his head.

"No, let me hear you. Look at me, baby boy. I want to watch you as you cum for me." He panted, feeling himself coming close, as well. Yeosang groaned and rolled his hips down, looking Yunho in the eyes as he moaned for him.

"C-cum with me, Hyung. I can't h-hold it anymore." He stammered, one of his legs wrapping around Yunho's waist. The taller man nodded, wrapping his hand around Yeosang's cock to stroke him to completion.

"I got you, baby. Let go for me." Yunho purred, pleased at the absolute wrecked expression on Yeosang's face. The smaller man came soon after, a long, drawn out moan leaving his lips as he spilled all over Yunho's fist. Yunho kept his pace, rolling his hips until he came himself, pressing their foreheads together as he let the aftershocks roll over him.

Yeosang cupped his cheeks gently, and he cracked his eyes open, his heart stuttering at the blissed out look on the smaller singer's face.

"Thank you, Yunho." He whispered, caressing his cheek with the most gentle touch. Yunho sent him an enamored smile, nuzzling their noses together before he kissed him, slowly pulling out of him. He frowned when Yeosang let out a sound of protest.

"Are you alright? Did I hurt you?" He inquired as soon as Yeosang whined. The brunette shook his head.

"Ah, no. I...I liked it better when I felt full." Yeosang admitted, biting his lip. Yunho bit his lip and shook his head, rolling his tongue over his cum-covered fingers, winking at Yeosang when he blushed.

"You're a dangerous man, Kang Yeosang. Here, sit still. I'll clean us up." Yunho offered, getting up to discard of the condom first before he left the room, coming back with two warm rags. He gently wiped away any remaining sweat and cum from Yeosang's body, leaving a kiss to his temple before he went to his closet, coming back with two bundles of clothes.

"Yunho, I can just get up and grab my own-"

"Or you could wear mine and cuddle with me."

They stared at each other, with Yeosang cracking a smile after Yunho arched a brow. Yunho's nose crinkled up as he smiled back, watching as Yeosang slid the much too big shirt over his head. He snickered when he noticed it pretty much fell past his ass, effectively being more of a dress than a shirt. He waved off the pants Yunho offered him, knowing those wouldn't stay in place, regardless.

Instead, he scooted further into Yunho's bed, beckoning him over with a tilt of his head.

"Hurry up and cuddle me, then." He sassed. Yunho sent him a small chuckle, pulling his own clothes on before making his way into his bed, moving past Yeosang so he was behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist.

Yeosang giggled as Yunho pulled him flush against him, lacing their fingers together as Yunho kissed his cheek.

"You did well today, Yeosang." Yunho mused after a moment or two of the comfortable silence. Yeosang smiled and squeezed his hands.

"Thank you, Hyung. I love you." Yeosang yawned, feeling sleep pulling at him. Yunho flushed from behind him, but he kissed the top of his head in response.

"I love you too, Yeosangie."

"H-hurry. Someone come play with me, too."

San burst into the dorm like a bat out of hell no later than an hour after Yeosang's video set off everyone's kakaotalk chats. Mingi and Wooyoung followed close behind, with the former looking as feral as San, while Wooyoung looked impressed.

Aroused, but impressed.

He hadn't expected his friend to gather his courage that fast, and he was sure Yeosang would love the fact that he had gotten under San's skin in so little time.

"Yah! Kang Yeo-"

"Ah ah, hold it right there."

San's voice was cut off by their leader as Hongjoong strolled out of the kitchen, pointing in his direction with a pair of chopsticks. It appeared like the rapper had started cooking dinner for them all.

"No yelling. Yeosang is already asleep. Yunho, too." He informed them, sending a sympathetic look their way at the way Mingi and San's shoulders slumped.

"Ah, dammit. If only we weren't at the movie…" Mingi trailed off. Wooyoung couldn't help the small snicker that left his lips as he watched San huff.

Yeosang had nearly beat him at his own game in record time, and all he'd done was send a single video.

"That's too bad. Maybe we can play instead, Sannie~" Wooyoung winked, a satisfied smirk on his face at the way San's dark eyes flickered over to him.

"Make sure you all go to your room then, Woo-ya. Yeosang is sleeping in Yunho and San's room." Seonghwa informed them.

San twitched, making his way to his room to check. Wooyoung and Mingi followed, all three of them noticing the smell of sex still lingering in the room while Yunho and Yeosang cuddled with one another.

Yeosang looked like a small angel, tucked in Yunho's protective arms as he slept, his lips slightly parted as a gentle snore left them.

San wanted to wreck him.

Closing the door, he pointed to both Mingi and Wooyoung, the arousal practically rolling off him in waves.

"Both of you. Let's go." He ordered, stomping in the direction of Yeosang and Wooyoung's room.

The two younger members exchanged a look before grinning, hastily rushing down the hall so they didn't keep San waiting.

“Hyung, can I ask you something?”

Hongjoong looked up from his laptop to see Yeosang standing in his doorway, looking troubled. The leader read his body language and nodded, closing his laptop.

“Yeah, of course. What’s wrong?” he inquired, beckoning Yeosang into the room. Yeosang shuffled in and sat down beside him, chewing on his lip as he tried to come up with the right words. Hongjoong gave him the time, feeling the situation was oddly familiar.

“I...I want to do something special for Mingi-ya. He’s really upset he can’t perform and I know it’s eating him up inside. I’ve never done it, though…” he trailed off, cheeks hot. Hongjoong arched his cut brow, clearly not following.

“So you need my help with doing...what exactly?”

Yeosang pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek subtly.

“Oh! Oh, I understand.” the leader chuckled, nodding once. “You want me to teach you how to give blowjobs?”

If the way Yeosang’s cheeks darkened was anything to go by, he hit the nail on the head.

“Mingi’s joints are in pain and I don’t want to try anything...too active because he’s supposed to be resting.” Yeosang explained, rubbing his arm. Hongjoong’s face softened.

Their comeback was a few days ago, with all of them taking the stage and owning it. Unfortunately, Mingi wasn’t able to continue with the rest after the first few performances since he was having severe joint pain.

A small cloud loomed over the group every time they had to go out without their second rapper and Yeosang wanted to do something.

Hongjoong pushed himself up out of his bed, making his way over to the younger idol. He tossed an arm over Yeosang’s shoulder, ushering him out of the room and down the hall. The bluenette tapped the back of his knuckles against the door, tightening his grip on Yeosang when the younger man moved to hide behind him.

“Where’s the confidence from before?”

“What am I supposed to do? ‘Hi, I know you’re sad about not being able to perform, may I interest you in a blowjob?!’” Yeosang hissed back in a whisper as someone shuffled around in the room. Hongjoong snorted, smiling as Jongho opened the door, sending them a smile.

“Ah, hi hyungs. What’s up?”

“Yeosang wants to give Mingi a blowjob to make him feel better.” Hongjoong answered without missing a beat. Yeosang’s eyes widened and he slapped his leader’s arm, squawking in embarrassment. Jongho’s brows went up in interest, looking at the brunette before he leaned against the doorframe.

“Oh? Am I supposed to leave the hyungs to do naughty things in my room, then?” He taunted, but Hongjoong only shrugged one shoulder, sending him a grin in response.

“You’re more than welcome to stay. The more, the merrier, right?” He winked, barely holding back laughter bubbling up in his throat at the way Jongho perked in interest. The maknae stepped aside, letting the duo in. Yeosang smiled at Mingi when the rapper looked away from his phone, sending them a half smile.

“Hyungs. What’s up?” He inquired, tossing his phone aside in favor of giving them his full attention. Yeosang’s gaze softened as he walked to the redhead, kneeling on the bed to kiss his head. Mingi smiled wide, wrapping his arms around his body to bring him down into his lap.

“I wanted to check up on you.” Yeosang told him, his knees situated at either side of Mingi’s waist. Mingi hummed, putting his chin on his shoulder and closing his eyes.

“I’m alright. It sucks, but I’ll be sure to take care of myself so I can perform.” He promised. Yeosang nodded, idly running his fingers through Mingi’s hair, the cogs in his mind turning. After a moment or two, he bit his lip, pulling Mingi away so he could fix him with a stare. Mingi blinked, tilting his head at the sudden change in Yeosang’s expression.

“What’s wrong, Hyung?”

“I want...to do something for you. To make you feel a bit better. If that’s okay. If not, it’s-”Yeosang cut himself off when Hongjoong placed a supportive hand on his back. The older man didn’t say a word, but Yeosang relaxed, anyway, looking into Mingi’s eyes as he spoke again.

“I wanted to try giving you a b-blowjob and Hong-ah said he would help. If that’s okay. If not, we can like, cuddle or something.” He mumbled, lowering his gaze. Mingi’s lips parted in surprise and he looked up at the brunette. His gaze flickered over to Hongjoong and Jongho, but they only arched a brow at him, waiting.

“Y-Yeah, of course, Hyung. If you don’t mind…” He trailed off, though Yeosang could tell by the subtle press against his ass that the younger idol was very much interested. Pleased, Hongjoong pushed Jongho to sit beside Mingi, sliding to his knees smoothly. He ran a hand up Yeosang’s spine, motioning to the floor when he looked down at him.

“Now that we’ve gotten that settled, let me show you how it’s done, baby boy.” he cooed. Yeosang blushed and nodded, scooting himself out of Mingi’s lap in order to kneel beside Hongjoong on the floor.

“Good. Now could you two do us a favor and get rid of those pants?” Hongjoong instructed, turning his gaze back over to the younger two idols. Mingi and Jongho nodded quickly, slightly fumbling as they pushed their pajama pants down past their hips.

Yeosang noticed Mingi’s lack of underwear underneath, but held back the teasing remark that was right on the tip of his tongue. It seemed a lot of them had a habit of sleeping with no underwear.

He supposed with a dorm full of sexually frustrated idols, he could understand not wanting to waste time fumbling with extra clothing.

Hongjoong’s voice made him snap back to reality as he addressed him, wrapping one hand around Jongho’s cock.

“Everyone’s different, so you may have to test the waters a bit when it comes to your partner, Yeosangie. If you do a little teasing before, they may be fully hard when you get on your knees, if not, a few strokes and kisses will do just fine~” He chirped, slowly pumping his hand. There was something about the way he paid Jongho no mind as he squirmed in his grip that made Yeosang shift from his spot, feeling himself harden.

He turned his gaze to Mingi, who was watching him in anticipation. Yeosang scooted closer to the rapper, pushing his thighs apart so he could settle between them, following Hongjoong’s lead.

He wrapped his fingers around Mingi’s dick, noticing he was...quite girthy. The small, satisfied hum that left the rapper’s throat as Yeosang stroked him made his face hot, but he focused more on watching his half hard cock fully pulse to life. He heard gentle kisses from his right, and remembered Hongjoong’s advice.

Yeosang’s eyes flickered up to Mingi’s face, watching his expression as he pressed soft kisses to the head of his cock. The redhead exhaled, licking his lips.

“Roll your tongue around the head, Sangie. Then slowly ease down. Take your time, Mingi-ya will be patient today, right? No wild face fucking?” Hongjoong directed the question at the other rapper, but all three of the younger idols shuddered in arousal from the slightly threatening tone.

“A-ah, yes. I won’t do anything.” Mingi nodded.

Yeosang watched Hongjoong send the younger rapper a pleased smile before he turned his attention to Jongho’s cock, his lips stretching around the maknae’s dick. Yeosang turned his gaze back to Mingi’s formidably sized cock in his hand, pumping him a few more times before flicking his tongue out to catch a pearl of precum that rolled out. He slid Mingi’s cock into his mouth about half way down, bracing one hand on one of Mingi’s thick thighs.

Yeosang was tentative at first, rolling his tongue over the tip of Mingi’s dick before slowly bobbing his head. He watched Hongjoong out of the corner of his eye, cheeks flushed as the blue haired rapper worked Jongho's cock in and out of his mouth, stroking half of it leisurely while tilting his head.

Yeosang copied him, slightly hollowing out his cheeks as he sucked harder, pumping his hand.

Mingi sighed from above him, drawing his attention. The redhead had his eyes trained on Yeosang. He clearly wanted to do something with his hands, if the way they kept clenching and unclenching in the sheets was anything to go by.

"Mmm, you should tease the spot just under the head of his cock, Yeo. Mingi's very sensitive there~" Hongjoong purred from his left. Yeosang followed the instruction, running his tongue up the underside of Mingi's cock until he was just below the tip.

Keeping his eyes fixed on Mingi's face, Yeosang pressed his tongue firmly against the sensitive area.

"Fuck." Mingi breathed, hips twitching upwards. Yeosang smiled around his cock, getting bolder as he alternated between caressing that spot with his tongue and bobbing his head. There was spit running past the corner of his lips the more he sucked, but Yeosang didn't mind.

Mingi's hand found his way onto the top of his head, his voice an octave lower than usual and thick with lust.

"Hyung you look so good like this. You're moaning around my dick, too. Do you like giving me head? Are you getting off from this?" Mingi growled. Yeosang felt a chill run down his spine, looking up into his eyes. He felt small and vulnerable like this, with half of Mingi's cock heavy on his tongue as he nodded.

In all honesty, he was aching in his basketball shorts and he could feel the telltale wetness of his own precum smeared against the cotton of his boxers.

"Mm...mhm." was all the brunette could manage with his mouth full. The hum leaving his throat made Mingi growl once more, and the hand atop Yeosang's head tightened into a fist, pulling slightly.

"I wish I could fuck that pretty little face, Yeosangie. You'd probably cum from that alone, huh?"

Yeosang whimpered. The thought of Mingi using him roughly, pulling him down and making him swallow more of his cock, taking control completely, was getting to him a lot more than he originally thought. His mind was so hazy, he hardly noticed Hongjoong shifting beside him until there was a new hand on his head, gently brushing away Mingi's.

"There you go, baby. Breathe through your nose, you can take him deeper." He cooed, his fingers gentle, but firm in his scalp. Yeosang moaned in response and followed his instructions, letting the older idol bob his head, pushing him further down on Mingi's dick.

Mingi groaned, hips rolling up subtly once or twice before he was slightly distracted by Jongho kissing him, letting Hongjoong and Yeosang do all the work.

"Look at you, Sangie. First time sucking cock and you're already more than half way down Mingi's cock. You sure you haven't been practicing?" Hongjoong teased. Yeosang shook his head, blushing as he slurped loudly around Mingi's cock. He could hear the younger idol whining against Jongho's lips, with his cock pulsing hot and heavy on his tongue.

Was he close? Would he cum?

Yeosang hadn't even realized Hongjoong had removed his hand at some point. The smaller of the two rappers sat back, watching in satisfaction as Yeosang bobbed his own head, hands gripping and kneading the skin and muscle of Mingi's thighs.

"Yeosang, fuck….don't stop." Mingi pleaded, breaking his kiss with their maknae in order to look back down. Jongho pulled out his phone, biting his lip as he started recording.

The others needed to see this.

The sounds leaving Yeosang's mouth were downright filthy, between the muffled moans and soft whines, to the obscene slurping and occasional gagging. Encouraged by Mingi's increasing volume as he got close and Hongjoong's encouraging voice, Yeosang pushed himself down as far as he could, tears welling up slightly as he pushed back a gag.

"Oh my fucking God, Hyung-" Mingi pulled the sheets by his own hips, feeling himself getting close. "I'm gonna cum, fuck, I'm gonna cum, Hyung." He warned, jaw clenching.

Yeosang watched his expression closely, clearly showing no intention of pulling off.

"Wah, look at that~ Yeosangie-hyung wants to swallow it, doesn't he?" Jongho mused. Yeosang finally noticed he was being recorded, but his shyness from earlier had melted away. He sent Jongho's phone a heated, half-lidded stare as he tilted his head, never slowing his pace as he sucked Mingi off.

"Fuck, that's hot." Hongjoong cursed, palming himself as he watched Yeosang like a hawk.

"Hyung-" was all Mingi could manage before his lower body tensed, cock twitching in Yeosang's mouth before he came.

Yeosang mewled from between Mingi's thighs, making sure he continued sucking until he had every last drop of Mingi's cum in his mouth. He slid the younger idol's dick out of his mouth slowly, smiling deviously at the curse that fell from both Mingi and Jongho's lips at the action.

Those light brown eyes moved to Jongho's camera before he stuck his tongue out, smirking slightly at the way the younger member's breath hitched.

"Look at him, showing off Mingi's cum like a prize. I helped you tonight, so you wouldn't mind sharing, right?" Hongjoong teased, sliding up beside Yeosang to tilt his head, stealing a kiss from him.

It was sloppy, their tongues rolling against one another as they shared Mingi's cum.

"Oh that's just unfair." Jongho shook his head, unconsciously stroking his own cock to relieve some of the tension. Yeosang was breathless by time Hongjoong broke the kiss, unconsciously chasing his lips for more.

"Now now, baby." Hongjoong chuckled and motioned to Jongho. "We can kiss later. We should make sure everyone's satisfied. You up for taking care of Jongho and I?" He inquired, petting Yeosang's head. The younger man nodded, scooting over to Jongho.

He didn't hesitate, taking the maknae in his mouth. Jongho was similar in size to Mingi, both of them being on the girthier side. It made Yeosang's head fuzzy thinking of the wild, energetic way Mingi would thrust into him or the sheer power behind Jongho's thrusts if either of them were to fuck him.

"Look at that, all blissed out for us and we haven't even touched you, baby. Were you that eager to please? We definitely should've played with you sooner." Hongjoong cooed from somewhere behind Yeosang. The compliment went straight to his cock, and Yeosang couldn't help the way his hand drifted downwards, dipping into his shorts and boxers to stroke himself.

The three of them were watching him, growling and groaning filthy compliments to him while Jongho recorded. The others would see this soon.

Perfect.

It didn't take long for Jongho to cum, filling Yeosang's mouth. Hongjoong had turned his head shortly after that, making him stick out his tongue as he stroked himself to completion, a couple ropes of cum landing against his lips messily. He made a point to lick them slowly, fixing Hongjoong with a heated stare.

"I'm next, hyung. Are you gonna blow me?" Yeosang challenged, tilting his chin upwards. Hongjoong tutted, impressed by the confidence coming from the normally timid man.

"We'll take care of you. Get that cute ass up on this bed. You can ditch the shorts. You don't need em." Hongjoong ordered, motioning for Mingi and Jongho to move to make space. The boys shuffled out of the way, letting Yeosang climb up to Mingi's bed after he had wiggled out of his boxers and shorts.

"On your back. Spread your legs, babe."

Yeosang bit his lip and obeyed, spreading his legs wide for the three of them. Mingi's lips parted slightly, clearly drinking him in like he was a meal laid out for him. Jongho ran his fingers up Yeosang's thigh, dragging them inward and over the length of his straining cock.

"How did I not notice the beauty mark before?" He mused. Yeosang blushed, remembering Hongjoong making a similar observation days ago.

"Probably because you were eating my ass?" He offered, not expecting the way all three of their eyes darkened.

"Why is that so hot coming from you?" Jongho growled. Mingi nodded in agreement, unable to keep himself from eyeing up Yeosang's ass.

"I can fuck him, right? It should be fine-"

"Don't strain yourself, Mingi-ya. You'll have plenty of opportunities to fuck Yeosang once you've recovered." Hongjoong cut in, leaning down to drag his tongue over the left side of Yeosang's dick. Jongho did the same to the right side, purring as he met Hongjoong at Yeosang's tip, kissing sloppily over it.

"O-oh-" Yeosang gasped, watching them with wide eyes as they repeated the action, sucking and kissing at his cock while meeting at the head often, sharing sloppy French kisses with him in the middle. Mingi slid to the floor while the other two focused on Yeosang's cock. He helped himself to Yeo's ass, spitting on his hole lewdly before pushing his tongue inside.

"N-ngh, oh my god-" Yeosang panted, eyes rolling from the sensation. Jongho had began to cup and play with his balls while he and Hongjoong shared his cock. All while Mingi muttered sweet nothings about how he would fuck him into the mattress as soon as he was at 100% health.

Yeosang knew he wouldn't last long. He was already dangerously close when they'd started focusing on him, and minutes later, his lithe body tensed as he arched up, cuming on both Jongho and Hongjoong's faces.

The two didn't seem to mind as they grinned at one another, moving to clean off their faces, leaving Mingi and Yeosang alone for a moment. Yeosang was panting, eyes unfocused and fixed on the underside of Jongho's bunk as he stared upwards, trying to collect himself. Mingi gently rubbed his thigh, peeking down at him.

"Hyung?"

"Mmm?"

"You still with me?"

"I feel euphoric, but I'm still down on earth, I promise."

Mingi chuckled and kissed his head.

"Thank you, Yeosangie. I feel a lot better. I'll be sure to recover quickly, okay? I've gotta fully repay you for today." He chirped. Yeosang smiled at him as Hongjoong and Jongho returned.

"Okay. I'll hold you to that."

Seonghwa's eyes followed San's every move as the man paced in front of him. He looked like a coil wound much too tight, ready to spring at any moment.

Yeosang had really gotten to him, huh?

"So, you called me outside at midnight when we're supposed to be sleeping for our performance tomorrow because…?" He started, watching San pivot on his heel as soon as he addressed him, stopping in front of him.

"Kang Yeosang."

The way San's voice was dripping with lust made Seonghwa stand up straighter, watching the younger man in interest. San was their beloved schemer and Seonghwa had heard that tone many times before.

Whatever it is San was planning, Yeosang was in for a wild ride.

"He's been with everyone except us, right? Maybe we should help him out and meet him halfway?" San purred standing in Seonghwa's personal space. The older singer didn't mind, instead cocking his head to the left.

"You have a plan, I'm assuming?"

"Absolutely."

"And you want me to help you out with this?"

"You'd let the chance to have our precious boyfriend moaning in pleasure underneath you slip away?" San shot back, arching a brow. Seonghwa's jaw ticked as he thought about the videos he'd seen. The moans, gasps, and whines he'd heard through his headphones that drove him crazy.

"I'm in."

San licked his lips.

"Excellent."

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