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mackenzielovee · 3 years ago

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hiiiii angel!

I have a request for rafe x reader x jj.

In which Barry uses the reader as a collateral after rafe accumulates late payments for the substances he consumed and jj steals the 25K from him. The reader has been hanging out with both boys since she has a strong connection with both. Barry has been watching them all three interact over the last month and finds the reader as the perfect way to make them pay for their mistakes. Barry confronts both boys and right when he’s aiming to shoot the reader either JJ or Rafe get in the way and take the shot instead ( you can choose who) and the other boy promises to take care of the reader and protect her from all dangers. Meanwhile the other one is bleeding himself to death while giving his life for reader. This idea was so random but I’m so obsessed!!! Please please please! I’m so excited it would mean the world to me<3

a/n: hey baby! thank you so much for this request. I actually loved writing this and i hope i did it just the way you wanted! please let me know if you enjoyed it! ily<3

Warnings: swearing, talk of drug abuse, gun play, gun fire, blood, mentions of death,

Word Count: 5.5k

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protection - rafe cameron

It's a warm day out on the Cut. As you walk through the tall grass and slap away a mosquito that landed on your arm, you think about how JJ is going to want to swim once you get the boat out into the water, and you forgot your bathing suit. You hope Kie has one that she left over at John B's, maybe you could steal it.

Faintly, you hear the hum of a dirt bike as it gets closer to you, but you think nothing of it. You're holding a six pack of JJ's favorite beer in your hand, excited to get the day started. You, JJ, John B, and Sarah all planned to take the boat out for a joyride and a day on the water. Kiara's working and Pope is preparing for his scholarship interview, an excuse that made JJ call him a nerd.

You hear the bike start to approach you, so you turn to see who it is. You've never seen anyone with a bike this close to John B's house. You don't recognize the guy under the helmet, but you don't really have time, because he pulls the bike in front of you and stops, scaring the shit out of you.

"Hey there, sweetheart," you hear, and immediately know the voice of the slimy drug dealer himself.

Barry removes his helmet and smirks at you, eyeing you up and down. You look disgusted with him, not sure what he wants with you but knowing you want no part of it.

"Get out of my way, Barry," you snap.

Barry's an asshole, always has been. One of your other good friends, Rafe Cameron, buys coke from him on the regular. You've been trying to get Rafe off of it and even went so far as to see Barry to get him to stop selling to Rafe, but it didn't work out. Barry just called you 'princess' a lot and then told you he'd lose a fuck ton of money if Rafe ever gets clean.

"I'm afraid I can't do that," Barry laughs, but it's sarcastic, "Are those beers up for grabs?"

You instinctively pull your occupied hand back, away from him so he can't grab it.

"No," you say, trying to side step him. He hops off his bike and walks in front of you, quickly boxing you in.

"Listen, sweetheart, it's nothing against you. But I'm gonna need you to get on the bike," Barry's voice is thick, making you swallow your anxiety.

You wonder if you screamed for JJ, would he hear you? Or would Barry rip your throat out before any noise even came out?"

"Not a chance," you reply, trying to keep yourself calm.

Barry snickers, then brings his beady eyes back up to yours. He steps closer, making you step back, until your back hits the bike and you had no way of getting away from him.

"I'm gonna say it one more time," he tells you, "And then it might have to get ugly. Get on the fuckin' bike."

Your heart is beating a mile a minute with no idea what this man wants with you or where he's taking you, but you know better than to go anywhere with him. You shake your head, sure words will fail you right now. Barry just sighs, then reaches up to his back and pulls a gun out from his pants. The beers fall from your hand to the ground, splitting open and spilling out on the ground.

"Oh, now, that's just a big waste," Barry uses the gun to point down at the beers, "Get on the goddamn bike. Now."

You don't see any other option; essentially it's live and get on the bike, or die right here, less than half a mile from John B's. You can already imagine the memorial JJ will build for you when they find out this is the spot you died in. Somehow, it comforts you. Only a little.

"Why are you doing this?" you ask him quietly as you turn to face the bike.

Barry watches as you sit down on the back of his bike, then uses the gun to slowly stroke up your bare thigh. You can smell his breath as he leans in to speak to you.

"Your boys both owe me. Big time. So, I'm taking the one thing I know they'll pay good money for," he smirks, then hands you his helmet, "Don't want you to get hurt, sweetheart."

You want to throw up every time he calls you that, but instead, you grab the helmet from him and put it on. You look back, hoping maybe, for some reason, JJ had wandered out and would just so happen to see you. All you see is trees. Barry hops on and starts up the bike, then turns back to you again.

"Now, you're supposed to hold on here," he tells you, wrapping your arms around his waist, "But if you feel so inclined to move your hand a little south of that, well, I don't mind at all."

You gag and loosen your grip on him as much as you can, not wanting to touch him any more than you have to. He starts up the bike just as his words sink into your mind. Your boys both owe me. What does that even mean?

Barry takes off, not bothering to go any slower with you. It's a pretty short ride back to his place, but feels longer to you because of how sick you feel. Every thought goes through your mind; he's taking you back here so he can kill you in private, he's going to rape you, sell you to some old Kook who will keep you in the basement. All sorts of things you think of, none of them good.

When you get back to his house, he stops the bike and you immediately jump off. So does Barry, who winds up just throwing the bike down in the grass. You throw the helmet down too, not caring if he wanted you to do that or not.

"What are you talking about?" you snap, watching Barry act surprised by your outburst, "Who owes you money? What boys? Why me?"

Barry rolls his eyes and shakes his head, then reaches over and grabs onto your wrist. You try to pull away, but his grip is firm.

"Don't fucking start that shit with me," he snaps at you, "Get in the house."

His tone scares you, and even though you know you shouldn't, you obey. You just want to know why you're here and what the hell is going on.

You walk up the stairs to the porch and sit down on the couch, the same one Rafe sits on every time he buys from Barry.

"Tell me what's going on," you say once you're seated.

Barry picks up a blunt from the table and lights it up, silently holding it out to offer you some. You shake your head and scrunch your nose up, disgusted with it. That makes Barry grin.

"Rafe owes me money," Barry states simply.

You raise your eyebrow, "So?"

Barry looks over at you, giving you the 'are you serious?' look. He sits down in the chair beside the couch, taking a long drag off his blunt before he speaks again.

"So," he says, "Did you know JJ stole 25k from my house?"

Your expression falters and your jaw drops, telling Barry you know nothing of it. That almost makes him feel guilty for scaring you so bad back there, if you were totally innocent. But he needs his money, and you're his one way ticket to it.

"JJ wouldn't do that," you say, not being able to stop the hesitation in your voice.

"Really?" Barry snickers, "Well, he did. And since both of them boys seem to be wrapped around your little finger, you and I are gonna become best friends until I get my money. Understand, sweetheart?"

You glare at him, now understanding what he wants with you.

"So, I'm just collateral," you confirm, watching Barry's lips turn up around his blunt when you speak.

"Exactly," he smiles, "Now. Do you have your phone with you, or did you drop it when you spilled my beers?"

You huff at him and roll your eyes, then lean over in your bag and pull it out of the front pocket. Barry snatches it quickly, then asks you what your code is. You tell him, knowing if he can just get the boys here fast, you won't have to be alone with him anymore.

"Should I send them a picture of you holding up a newspaper? Don't they do that in all the hostage shows on TV?" Barry laughs to himself, looking up at you for confirmation.

You shrug, not wanting to speak to him any more than you have to. Barry rolls his eyes.

"Them boys really put up with that attitude?" he snaps at you, "Goddamn, I could never. You better straighten up, honey."

You just stare at him, deciding it's best if the two of you don't speak. Barry hits send and then tucks your phone in his pocket.

"That should send those two idiots running," Barry laughs, taking another hit from his blunt and then looking over to you again, "You sure you don't wanna try this? Might help you fucking relax."

You glare at him once again and then shake your head, looking away from him. You can tell out of the corner of your eye that he stands up, but when he grabs your chin and forces you to look over at him, you gasp.

"Straighten out, or I'll do it for you," he says, then roughly releases you.

You sigh and sit back on the couch, praying that at least one of the boys will arrive soon. Barry sits back down in his seat and tries to strike up a conversation, pretending he hadn't just manhandled you.

"So, which one are you gonna choose?"

Your head snaps over as you stare at him, trying to figure out what the hell he's talking about.

"What?" you ask, your voice giving away your confusion.

"You know," Barry shrugs, "They're both, like, crazy in love with you. So, if I have to shoot one to teach the other a lesson, which one would you pick?"

You roll your eyes, "You're fucking crazy."

Barry leans forward and stares at you, blunt hanging from his lips. He slams his hand down on the table in front of you, trying to get your attention.

"They stole from me," he shouts now, "Both of them. Someone's going to fuckin' pay for that."

You just nod your head, hoping he'll just shut up now. You don't want to talk about how they stole or Barry teaching either of them a lesson. You just want to go home. You should've never been walking by yourself in the first place. Then again, you never dreamed some psycho with a gun would come along.

"I think it'll be JJ," Barry continues, "You seemed pretty bummed on Cameron when he refused to quit his shit. But, you know, take your pick. Drug addict or thief. Man, it's like the Bachelor or some shit up in here."

Your eyes roll so far back into your head that you swear you can see your brain. When you look over at him, he's still laughing at his own joke.

"They're going to pay you back, and then you're never going to see any of us again," you say confidently. Barry just laughs.

"Yeah, okay, sweetheart."

You look over form the porch when you hear a noise, then sigh with relief when you see Rafe's truck pull up. He's driving fast, too fast, and he hops out of the truck the second he gets within running range of the porch. He doesn't even bother to close the door behind him.

You try to stand and go out to him, but Barry grabs your arm and keeps you down on the couch.

"Easy," he tells you, reaching behind him and pulling out his gun. He sets it down on the table in front of him, and you take note of how his expression changes from laughing to pissed off.

Rafe runs up to the porch and swings open the door, and that's when Barry releases you. You stand and rush to him, feeling Rafe sigh in relief as he wraps his strong arms around your little body. All of your anxiety melts away as you know you're safe now. Rafe would never let anything happen to you.

"Please tell me you're okay," Rafe whispers against your head, squeezing you tight.

"I'm okay," you confirm.

He pulls back from the hug and starts checking all over your body for injuries anyway. He holds up your arms and scans those, stopping his finger over a bruise you already had. It happened on the boat with JJ.

"I'm fine," you repeat to him, laying your head back on his chest. You really just don't want him to let go of you.

"What the fuck, Barry?" Rafe yells, his voice echoing through your ear as you have your head pressed on his chest.

"Afternoon, Country Club," Barry stands and smirks, watching the way you cling to Rafe.

You don't look at him, you just close your eyes and breathe Rafe in, not wanting to remember where you are. In your mind, the two of you are hanging out and eating lunch at the club. You always love going, especially on windy days when his scent travels from across the table. You love the way he smells.

"I'd like to change my answer, sweetheart," Barry tells you, ignoring Rafe's confused glance, "I think this one might love you back, Rafe. How sweet."

Rafe instinctually tightens his arm up around you, keeping you pressed up against him.

"I swear to God," Rafe starts, "If you laid one hand on her-"

"I didn't, Jesus," Barry groans, "I wish you cared about getting me my money the same way you care about saving this bitch."

You don't react, not even slightly. You don't care what Barry thinks of you. You just never want his slimy hands to touch you. Ever again.

"She's not a bitch, man," Rafe's voice goes quiet, "And I'm going to get you your money."

Barry laughs and then pretends to cry, "Boo who, she's not a bitch. I don't care, bro. I gave you shit on two separate occasions-"

"And I gave you my bike as collateral!" Rafe shouts back.

"That piece of shit ain't worth half what you owe me," Barry spits, "Your girl liked riding on it, though."

Rafe's chest tenses against you, and then you feel him bring his hand up to stroke your hair. He's trying to keep you as relaxed as possible.

"Y/N, go wait in my truck," Rafe tells you quietly, pulling the keys out of his pocket.

"Oh, no, no," Barry smirks, reaching out and snatching the keys from Rafe, "You think you're the only person I called here?"

As if on cue, the porch door swings open again and JJ walks in. Your eyes open and you see him, his expression worse than you've ever seen him.

"You got her?" JJ points to you, but he's talking to Rafe.

Rafe just nods, tightening his grip around you again. You open your mouth to speak, but watch as JJ charges toward Barry and punches him square in the nose.

"What the fuck did you do?" JJ shouts, watching Barry tumble to the floor, "If I find out you fucking hurt her-"

Barry laughs from the floor, wiping blood from his nose, "Easy, bro. You two are so damn worried about this chick."

JJ's chest is expanding and then contracting every five seconds, telling you his adrenaline is going crazy. You know he's ready to punch him again. Barry stands and picks up his gun from the coffee table, pointing it directly at JJ. You try to push forward to stop it, but Rafe keeps his grip tight.

"Now," Barry says, spitting his blood onto the floor, "You bitches are gonna pay up."

"Barry, I'll get you your money, man," Rafe promises. When Barry moves and points the gun at Rafe, he quickly tucks you behind him. He gives you one of his hands to hold onto, while the other one goes up to stop Barry from shooting.

"Yeah, when?" Barry yells, "I told you, Cameron. It's not just me you're screwing with."

Rafe nods his head, doing his best to try and calm Barry down. JJ looks over at you, mouthing 'are you okay?'

You nod at him, your expression clearly giving you away. You're scared, and he knows it.

"I know, bro," Rafe says, "Some people still owe me from the party Friday night. I'm going to get it, I just need some time."

Barry laughs sarcastically and lowers the gun, "Oh, yeah, for sure, man. You know what, take your time, Rafe."

Rafe's expression changes, knowing Barry doesn't mean it. He just wonders what that means for getting you out of here.

"The girl stays with me until both of you are paid up," Barry tells both of them.

"Like hell," JJ mutters.

Barry, who is still pissed about his nose, turns around and hits JJ in the head with the stock of the gun. You watch JJ stumble back, and without hesitation, break from Rafe's grasp and rush over to him. Rafe reaches out to try and grab you, but his grip isn't good enough.

"JJ!" you say, grabbing onto him as he stumbles. He wraps his arm around your shoulders, allowing you to help him stand.

"Shit," JJ mumbles, gripping his forehead. He pulls his fingers back and sees blood.

"Damn, darlin'," Barry grins at you, "You really do love them both."

You glare at Barry for the millionth time today as you set your arm around JJ's waist and lead him over to sit down. He sits in the chair Barry had been sitting in and you stand in between his legs, moving his hand away to see his wound.

Barry looks over at Rafe, who has his jaw clenched as he watches you stand in between JJ's legs and clean him up. He watches as JJ's hand lingers on the back of your thigh, his fingers brushing your skin ever so slightly.

"That's gotta hurt," Barry says to Rafe, getting a lot of amusement out of watching the boys squirm over you.

You ignore whatever Barry says as you use the bottom of your shirt to wipe off some of the blood on JJ's forehead. It's not bleeding badly, which you're thankful for. You're almost sure Barry doesn't own a first aid kit.

"Now, JJ," Barry steps over to you two, "Let's talk about how you stole twenty-five thousand dollars out of my house, yeah?"

Barry presses the gun to the back of JJ's neck, making JJ tense up. You watch Barry, bringing your hands to JJ's shoulders and holding onto him, as if to comfort him somehow.

"I'll get it back," JJ says, his voice hoarse.

"You bet your ass you will," Barry tells him, "When will that be, exactly?"

JJ sighs, knowing it won't be any time soon. That money is long gone.

"Can we set up a payment plan?" JJ asks sarcastically.

He regrets it when Barry grabs onto your arm and pulls you away, pressing the gun into your stomach as he holds onto you. JJ stands quickly and Rafe starts to rush over, but stops when he sees the look in Barry's eyes.

"You know, I'm getting real sick of being treated like a bitch," Barry tells them, pressing the gun into you harder, "I want my money. Now."

You let out an involuntary groan at the pain, watching Rafe as he tries to figure out what to do.

"Let her go, Barry," Rafe finally speaks, "Let her sit down and I'll go get your money."

"All of it?" Barry confirms.

Rafe nods, "All of it. Just let her sit down over there."

Barry looks at both boys, noting how pathetic they are. He's glad, though, knowing all he has to do is threaten your life to get what he wants. He just doesn't understand what's so damn special about you.

He releases your arm and shoves you in the direction of the couch, Rafe stepping forward to grab you. He pulls you into him again, leading you over to sit down.

"You all right?" he asks you, taking a seat beside you and bringing his hands up to your cheeks.

"Yes," you reply, nodding feverishly as if to try and convince him.

"I'm gonna get you out of here, okay? I'm so sorry, baby," he whispers as he pulls you into him.

Your breath catches in your throat as he calls you 'baby'. He's never done that before. Your mind wanders back to Barry telling you that both boys are crazy in love with you. You now sit there in Rafe's arms, wondering if Barry's right.

Rafe pulls back and looks at you in the eyes again, "Just sit right here for me, okay? I'm gonna go get the money. I'll be right back."

You nod again, silently promising him that you'll be here when he gets back. As if you could leave. He rubs the base of his thumb on your cheek and gives you a small smile, then stands up. He curses, knowing he doesn't want to leave you here.

JJ steps over to Rafe as he walks toward the door, grabbing his arm.

"Where the fuck are you gonna get twenty six thousand bucks right now, man?" JJ hisses, keeping his voice down for your sake.

"I don't know, JJ, I was thinking I'd walk into the bank and ask nicely," Rafe snaps, "I have no fucking idea. But I have to figure something out, right?"

JJ runs his hands through his hair and exhales loudly, then looks over and smiles quickly at you. Barry watches the boys, trying to figure out what's going on.

"Dude-"

"Just," Rafe starts, already annoyed with JJ, "Stay with her. I'm going to figure it out."

Rafe hates telling JJ to comfort you and be there for you, but it's the way it has to be. No way JJ could get his dirty hands on that kind of money right now. Or ever. JJ nods and starts walking over to you as Rafe thinks about how much money his dad might have in his safe right now.

"You know," Barry starts, standing up again with the gun in his hand, "I'm starting to think you don't really have my money, Country Club."

"Chill out, Barry," Rafe sighs, stepping toward the door once more. The safety of the gun being turned off is what makes Rafe stop dead in his tracks.

"Tell me the truth, Rafe," Barry says.

Rafe slowly turns around with his hands up, swallowing quickly.

"I'm going to get it," Rafe states again.

Barry shakes his head, "You're lying."

Before Rafe can process it, Barry moves the gun in your direction. He looks at you for a second, the horror on your face, and you know your body is frozen. You shut your eyes, not wanting to see it happen. At least you'll die with the boys.

The shot fires fast, but you don't feel anything. You hear a yell, then Rafe scream out, and when you open your eyes, JJ's lying on the ground. Your jaw falls open as you tumble onto the floor beside him, setting your hand on his bleeding stomach. Your hand is soaked instantly, but you don't know what else to do.

"JJ," you cry out, watching his eyes find yours, "JJ, oh, my God."

Tears fall down your face as you stare at him, his eyes glazing over. He's just watching you panic. Rafe comes over and sinks down beside you, not knowing how to help.

"Towels, Rafe," you order, "Hurry."

You spot a random shirt laying on the ground, one you're sure is Barry's and use it for the time being to soak up some of the blood.

"Hey, JJ, I'm right here," you tell him, watching your tears fall onto his shirt. They become invisible immediately, the blood stains swallowing them up.

"Are you okay?" JJ chokes out, spitting blood from his mouth onto the floor when he finishes speaking. You shake your head and try to swallow your tears, but you can't.

"I'm fine, JJ, just relax," you tell him, then look up, "Rafe!"

Rafe comes out of Barry's and onto the porch with towels in his hand, stopping only when Barry grabs onto his arm.

"I was aiming for her, remember that," Barry tells him.

Rafe just yanks his arm away and comes to you, placing one of the towels over JJ's wound.

"Rafe, what do we do?" you ask frantically, trying to ignore the blood that now seeps onto the floor.

Rafe shakes his head, having absolutely no idea what to do. He brings his hands over yours and puts more pressure on the wound, trying to stop the bleeding.

"You have to call 911," you tell Rafe, "Go."

Rafe stares at you for a second, still stunned, when JJ starts to speak from the floor.

"Rafe," JJ chokes, "You gotta get her out of here, man."

"Not a chance, JJ," you say, trying your best to smile at him.

JJ looks over at Rafe again, "Rafe."

His voice is serious, and Rafe knows exactly what he's telling him. He's a goner, and he knows it. But he doesn't want you to watch him die. Rafe nods to JJ, telling him he understands. He watches JJ relax and lay his head back down, then stands up. JJ brings his hand down to yours and wraps his fingers around you. You squeeze, trying to tell him it's going to be okay.

"Go call," you remind him.

Rafe steps across JJ's body and, without speaking, tucks his arm around your waist and picks you up. He knows this won't be easy, and he can already feel his emotions coming up.

"Rafe, put me down!" you shout, your blood soaked hands going down to try and peel his arm off of you, "Rafe, stop! JJ!"

He carries you over to the door of the porch, doing his best to keep his grip tight as you fight with every ounce of strength you have.

"Let me go, Rafe! I have to help him!" you're screaming your head off, and Rafe hates it, but he knows he has to do what's best for you.

He glances back only for a second and sees JJ's shallow breathing, knowing he doesn't have much time left.

"Rafe!" you scream, kicking and thrashing around to try and get away.

"I have to make sure you're safe," Rafe tells you as the two of you reach the truck, "It's what he wants me to do."

"He's going to die!" you scream, "Let go of me! I'll never forgive you for this!"

Rafe opens the passenger door of the truck and puts you inside, using all of his strength to keep you there.

"You'll be alive, though!" Rafe raises his voice at you, making you stop. He's never yelled at you, not once.

You choke on your sobs as you see the blood all over Rafe's shirt, then all over your own. He buckles you in and closes your door, then rushes around the truck.

"Don't think this makes us even, Rafe Cameron!" Barry yells from the porch. Rafe flips Barry off and then gets into the truck, starting it and speeding off without buckling himself.

"Rafe, stop!" you yell, "I can't leave him there! He's all alone!"

"This is what he wanted!" Rafe yells back at you, stepping further down on the gas pedal.

"I don't care, I don't want him to be alone!" you cry, reaching for the door handle.

Rafe locks the doors and puts child lock on, preventing you from flinging out of the truck. You bang your fist on the window as he does, leaving a blood stain there.

"Rafe!" you look over and scream at him again.

He gets so frustrated he pulls the truck off the path and sets it in park, then turns to you. He grabs onto both of your wrists and holds them down.

"Calm the fuck down, right now," he demands, "Calm down."

You sit back in the seat and do as you're told, but your tears still fall. JJ just gave his life up to save yours, and Rafe doesn't seem to care at all.

"You need to understand that my only priority back there was to keep you safe. I'm sorry about JJ, baby, I am, but staying would've only put you in more danger."

You shake your head at him, almost as if you're disgusted. You let out a sob and then try to wipe your eyes, only smearing JJ's blood on your face. He reaches over and grabs your cheek, pulling you to look at him.

"I'm going to go back there and get his body. You can say goodbye to him. I'm gonna pay off Barry and never go back there. But I'm going to protect you first, do you understand?"

You nod your head under his touch, letting out another sob as soon as you try to breathe in. Rafe brings his hands down to your hips and pulls you toward him, over the console and into his lap.

"Come here," he whispers gently, tucking his arms around you and holding you close.

He knows you're a mess right now and there's blood all over his truck, but he doesn't care. He just wants you to calm down.

"Rafe," you sob, not knowing what else to say. His shirt becomes soaked with tears quickly.

"I know," he tells you softly, "I know."

"He saved me," you say, more just processing what happened, "Oh, my God, he's dead because of me."

"Shh," Rafe hushes you, his heart feeling like it's breaking in two as he listens to you, "It's not your fault. None of this is. Just calm down for me, baby."

Your hands come up and wrap around the back of Rafe's neck as you nuzzle your nose into the front of it. He brings one hand up to stroke through your hair, trying to relax you.

"We're okay," he soothes, his other hand rubbing your back, "Everything's okay."

You two sit there for a while, Rafe just rubbing on you and calming you down, until eventually, you start to come to terms with what happened. He's thankful you're no longer hysterical.

"Let's go get you cleaned up," Rafe whispers against your head once he feels you relax against him.

You pull back and look him in the eyes, feeling his hand come up to wipe blood from your cheek.

"You'll go back and get him?" you confirm.

Rafe nods, "Yes, of course."

You nod your head and then bring your hand up to his cheek the same way he had on yours, observing how soft his skin is. You think about what Barry told you about them both loving you, and how he later told you that you love them both.

"Rafe?" you ask, your voice nasally from all the crying and screaming, "Can I ask you a question?"

Rafe nods, loving the feeling of your skin on his. It relaxes him, makes him feel complete.

"Barry told me he thinks you're in love with me," you say quietly, leaving out the part about JJ.

You watch as Rafe nervously swallows, and then nods his head ever so slightly. You feel your heart swell, not knowing Rafe Cameron could ever make you feel that way.

"It's true?" you ask him, searching around in his eyes for any kind of doubt. There is none.

"Yeah," Rafe barely whispers.

"Oh," you say, watching Rafe's expression change to hurt as you glance away.

He's sure you don't feel the same. When you look up at him again, he's staring intensely at you.

"Is it okay that I love you, too?" you ask him, voice fragile.

Rafe smiles slightly, then watches as you smile too.

"Yeah," he repeats, but with more authority this time.

He leans his head down and then hesitates, making you hesitate as well. You reach up and grab the collar of his shirt, pulling him down to you. His lips make yours feel like they're on fire as they move together. He reaches up and grabs your cheeks, holding you to him. He pulls away after about a minute, staring at you in full adoration.

"I'm so sorry about today," he tells you, keeping his grip on your face, "I will never put you in any danger like that ever again."

You nod your head slowly, "I know that."

Rafe smiles down at you, bringing one hand up to tuck your hair behind your ear.

"Let's go get you a shower," he says softly.

He doesn't make you get back in your seat, however. He just tightens his grip around you and puts the car in drive again, allowing you to hold onto him while he drives. It almost reminds you of being on the bike with Barry this morning. But instead of being completely disgusted, you're completely in love.

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teenwolffan-with-nolife · 3 years ago

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Hidden Truths

Word Count: 1,756

Characters: Derek Hale, Reader, OC Character

Pairings: Derek Hale x Reader (gender!netural)

Warnings: mentions of past abuse, flashbacks of past-abuse, slight mentions/hints of sexual assault, angst, very small fluff

A/N: i wouldn’t consider this a dark!fic, but it can possibly be triggering to some, so be careful if you choose to reader

A/N 2: 200th fic!!! Thank you all for supporting me and i forgot to say it but thank you so much for 1.8k! You guys literally help me so much i love you all! Requests are open, I’ll try to do as many as I can!

A/N 3: okay so I started this yesterday but wrote the majority of it today, I’ve been up for nearly 24 hours, all mistakes are my own, and I couldn’t come up with a title... hopefully its not complete BS? anyways ily all

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“What the fuck is wrong with you?” the door slammed shut behind him, the two of you entering the house.

You kept your eye contact to the floor, trying to avoid him.

“You embarrassed me in front of my friends,” his jaw was clenched, anger was seething from him, you could feel it from across the room.

“I'm sorry-”

“Sorry can’t go back in time and fix it. I've had just about enough of you,” your jaw clenched, tears slipping down your cheek. Your heart was beating in the back of your head.

You gasped softly, your eyes opening as you jumped up, looking around the room anxiously.

It’s okay, you’re safe

You let out a shaky breath, before looking down at Derek’s sleeping figure. His hands were on your waist, while you laid back down, stroking his cheek gently.

You looked at the clock, seeing it was nearly 8 as you sighed before you shook him gently.

“Good morning,” you whispered.

He kept his eyes close, pulling you in slightly while a small smile grew on your face.

“Derek, it’s almost 8,” you said.

“We don’t have anything important today,” he argued.

“Come on!” you pulled on his arm while he groaned, before sitting up.

“I’m up now,” he raised an eyebrow.

“I can see that,” you smiled.

He scoffed, before pressing his lips against yours.

“Good morning Ms. (Y/L/N),” you rested your forehead against his.

“Oh, stop calling me that,” you sighed.

“So, about 1,000 people can call you that but I can’t?”

“Not on weekends and definitely not at 7:43 in the morning,” you heard Derek groan again, looking at the clock.

“Okay, you know what? Waking up early, we can start moving your stuff in here, yeah?” you nodded softly before Derek pressed a kiss against your cheek.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too,” he got out of bed, before reaching for your hand.

“Will you join me in the shower?” he raised an eyebrow.

You nodded your head, before hearing your phone ringing.

“I’ll be there in one minute,” he nodded, walking into the bathroom while you answered your phone.

“Mom? Why are you awake, it’s not even 8,” you yawned slightly, before pushing yourself to your feet.

Her breathing was uneven on the other line as you frowned, tensing slightly.

“Mom?” you repeated.

“How would you react if I said…”

“Said what, Mom? You're scaring me.”

“What if I told you a certain someone got out of jail,” you felt your heart stop. You knew what she meant, you knew who she was talking about.

You felt your breath get hitched in your throat before you swallowed.

“Are you there?”

“Y-Yeah… What do you mean got out of jail? How? He’s supposed to be locked up for 3 more years,” you could feel your heart rate increasing in your chest, while you tried to control your emotions.

“Let him out early, on good behavior.”

“That’s bullshit, Mom.”

“Exactly what I said. Promise me you’ll stay safe,” you nodded before remembering she couldn't see you.

“I promise, Mom,” she hung up the call before you felt your chest ache slightly, feeling fear rising in your bones.

You got a restraining order years ago, but you didn’t think he would care.

Everything was finally good for you, it took nearly 7 years, but you moved on. You had been with Derek for one whole year, there was no one else you’d ever felt like that about.

He never scared you, not even with being a werewolf. He always showed he cared about you, the two of you barely fought with each other.

Memories began rushing to your head as you sighed, running your fingers through your hair.

You closed your eyes, feeling a tear slip down before you wiped it away.

“Hey, you coming?” you heard Derek call.

“Yeah, be right there!” you quickly wiped away your tears, taking a shaky breath.

You can do this, it’s gonna be okay

---

“Are you okay?”

You snapped out of your daydream state, clearing your throat before giving a small smile to Derek.

“I’m fine, why?” you asked softly.

“You've been quiet today. Is everything okay at home?” he stroked your hand softly, placing a box on the floor as you turned to face him.

“Yeah, my mom just wanted to check in on us,” you felt guilty for lying to Derek, but you weren't ready for the truth. Not yet.

You knew you needed to talk about it soon, Derek didn't hide things from you, no matter how bad.

“Okay… you know you can tell me anything, right?” you nodded, before pressing a small kiss to his cheek.

“I know. Thank you,” he put his arm on your waist, before pulling you to your couch.

“There’s only a few boxes left. You should sit down for a minute, I’ll grab the last of your stuff,” Derek said.

“Oh, you don't-”

“It’s okay. I want to,” he pressed a small kiss to your lips, before walking away.

A smile appeared on your face, before you felt a sadness take over you.

You quickly shot your mom a text, asking if anything had happened, or if she knew where your ex was.

You sat on the couch, finding it nearly impossible to sit still.

It’s okay, I have Derek

---

“Hey,” you tensed slightly, the sting of your bruised eye was blocking all your other senses, you couldn't hear him coming in.

You stood up from the bed, clenched your jaw.

“I wanted to apologize,” you could smell the stench of alcohol reeking from him, he only ever talked like this when he was drunk.

“It’s okay,” you shook your head.

“It’s my fault, really. I didn't tell you what not to talk about, I thought you would've been smarter to piece it together,” you felt a pang in your chest as you remained stiff.

He stumbled over his feet, walking to you before pressing his lips against yours.

You backed away, shaking your head.

“It’s okay,” you said again.

“Come on,” his hand traveled to your waist, pulling you gently to the bed.

“I’m not in the mood right now,” you said softly.

“Shh,” you felt tears rush to your eyes, knowing what he would do. You couldn't say no.

You nodded softly, seeing a smirk on his face before he directed you to the bed.

You walked outside of your apartment building, taking a deep breath as you rubbed the back of your neck.

Fuck

You paced around, before biting your nail, feeling your heart racing. You couldn't calm down, you felt sick.

You looked around anxiously, not exactly sure what you were looking for. You didn't know how long he was out for, but there was no way he would know you were in Beacon Hills.

You heard footsteps behind you, instantly tensing up.

“(Y/N/N),” Derek put his hand on your shoulder as you jumped slightly, before turning to face him.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” you saw Derek tense as you shook your head, your vision getting diverted to something else.

You could hear your heart beating in your ears, hearing Derek’s words from afar.

“We don’t have to do this, you don't have to move into the loft,” he said softly.

“What? N-No, that’s not-” you shook your head.

“You’ve been acting differently all day. If you don't want to do this, you know we don’t have to,” Derek put his hands on both sides of your face, wiping away a tear you didn't know you had.

“No, that’s not why. I’m sorry, it’s just-” you paused, seeing a familiar car parked across the street as you let out a shaky breath, putting your hand over your mouth.

“(Y/N/N), hey,” you saw a worried look on Derek’s face, while he looked into your eyes.

“Can we go back to the loft?” your voice broke slightly before Derek nodded softly.

“Yeah, of course. Come on,” he held your hand while leading you into his car before the two of you drove off.

---

“Here,” Derek wrapped a blanket around you, while you sat on the couch, your eyes bloodshot.

“I’m sorry for all of this,” you whispered.

“You didn't do anything wrong. Just, please talk to me,” you nodded.

Derek stroked your hand softly, you realized you were shaking.

“Derek… a few years ago, I had this… really bad…” you paused, tears rushing to your eyes as you sniffled, before letting out a shaky exhale.

“H-He went to jail, but then he got out,” your voice broke as you saw Derek tense.

“That's why my mom called me this morning, she was telling me. I saw his car when we were at my apartment, a-and I don't know how he found me, or-” you stopped yourself, before Derek wrapped his arms around you tightly.

You felt a sob erupt from your chest as you buried yourself in his arms.

“I’m sorry I didn't tell you before, I’m so sorry I lied to you,” you cried.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, (Y/N). Look,” he wiped your tears, looking into your eyes as you looked back at him.

“You don't need to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong. I still love you, no matter what and I’m here with you through this. Do you have a restraining order or anything?” Derek started.

You nodded softly.

“Okay, that’s good. I’m not leaving your sight, I guess we’ll have to get used to spending every second of every day with each other. He is a shitty person, you deserved better and I can't believe you… you deserve the world. We're gonna do this, together. I’m right here for you,” you let out a shaky breath before Derek pressed his lips against your forehead.

“I’m scared,” you cried softly.

“It's gonna be okay, (Y/N/N),” he held you tightly, as you rested your head on his chest.

He continued to caress your arm, keeping you calm.

---

After waiting a few minutes after you fell asleep, Derek lifted you gently, placing you in the bed before he clenched his jaw, his eyes bloodshot, filled with anger and tears.

The thought of anyone even looking at you the wrong way made him mad, he couldn't imagine what happened. All he knew was that he loved you, and he was there for you.

He put his jacket on, grabbing his keys before exiting the loft.

For (Y/N)

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ppersonna · 4 years ago

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thunder - ksj | m

your voice was the soundtrack of my summer. do you know you're unlike any other? you'll always be my thunder. - thunder, boys like girls

↳ summary- you allow your best friend Jin to take you backpacking once per year. apparently, this year’s outing would be the wettest yet.

↳ rating- explicit/18+/nsfw

↳ pairing- kim seokjin x reader

↳ word count- 6k

↳ genre- fluff, tiny angst, smut, comedy

↳ warnings- penetrative sex, unprotected sex, fingering, dirty talk, light dom!jin, light sub!reader, fucking in tents haha ha ha ha, cum play, cum eating, possessive dirty talk

↳ a/n- wow hello! its been so long since i uploaded a fic i almost forgot how to do it! i would like to give you a fic that i’ve had in my storage since march, and one i’m excited to finally finish. i’d be nowhere without @taetaewonderland @xjoonchildx @ladyartemesia for hyping me up to post it in the first place. thank u to @shadowsremedy for being my fav beta ily ily ily. enjoy my babes! pls feel free to message me!

“Kim Seokjin, if you got us lost, I’m going to murder you,” you seethed as your pulled your booted foot out of a slick puddle of mud.

“I didn’t get us lost, dear. The map is wrong,” he replied coolly as he twisted the crumpled map from portrait to landscape, and back again. “I’m an excellent navigator, but when the tools I have are faulty…”.

You grumbled, stopping your walk to sit on a fallen log. You sighed audibly at your best friend, still maneuvering in the small clearing in the forest, trying to match the map to where you were. You chanced a look at the sky as you sought to catch your breath and sate your anger. Dark, heavy clouds were forming, the kind that didn’t just indicate a sprinkle but a torrential downpour.

“Shit, Jin. It’s going to storm soon,” you warned.

He stopped his map seeking and glanced at the sky, frown buried deep in his face.

Instantly, as if it never changed, he returned to his bright and cheery demeanor.

“Well! Looks like we should work faster to make it back to camp, huh?”

Seokjin would be excited for an unexpected kink in your plans. The boy was obsessed with “roughing it”. You agreed to one weekend with minimal hiking. Camping, in your opinion, was meant to be spent drunk around a fire eating s’mores and telling scary stories, not walking for miles through nothing but trees, mud, and probably bears.

Camping had never been your favorite hobby, and you allowed Seokjin to take you off trail backpacking once per year. The man looked forward to it, planned it several months in advance, and counted down the days until he stuffed you in his Jeep down a deserted forest highway to the campsite.

Only, Jin never took the “minimal hiking” thing too seriously.

“It’s an easy hike,” he had promised you that morning as you set up camp. “More of a stroll than anything.”

You kicked at the dirt beneath you now, upset you had listened to the dark-haired man’s empty promises.

“How about we just go back the way we came from?” You suggested as you stood up and brushed the dirt off your backside from the log.

“Nonsense,” he sniffed. “I’ve got it right here. We can take this trail,” he gestured at a clearing through the trees, “for about a mile, turn left at the open valley, and we’ll be back at camp two miles after that!” He proclaimed his findings as if it were so easy, so obvious.

“Great, three miles of hiking. After we’ve already done four, at least.”

“Yes, my ever-positive sunshine, you should be happy I found us a shortcut.” He patted your head and smiled at you as he adjusted your backpack strap that was sliding off your shoulders. He lingered, eyes on you and your lips for just a fraction too long, before he turned and began leading you through the forest.

Your heart was racing, unrelated to the elevation or the hike.

You gave in so easily to Jin not because he was your best friend since childhood, but also because he was the man you were hopelessly in love with.

You’d been smitten with the older boy since your senior year of high school, when he jokingly asked you to prom and you realized you wanted Seokjin courting you to be a regular occurrence.

You stayed by his side through it all, all girlfriends and breakups. It hurt to watch him with another, but maintaining his friendship was more important than anything else and you weren’t about to lose him to a crush that you could easily just avoid.

Seokjin was attached to your hip, a fact your friends never let you live down. They were relentless in encouraging you two to be alone, and for you to admit your feelings to him. They told you they were sure he would reciprocate it.

Unbeknownst to them, you had admitted it.

You and Jin once got messy drunk on the floor of your apartment, where you slithered up into his lap and whispered your secret devotion to your best friend. Seokjin merely laughed and kissed your nose. You were so embarrassed and rejected you never brought it up again. Best to leave it be, rather than bring a 15 year friendship to a screeching halt.

So—you valiantly stood by him as his best friend and confidante. You were there when he excitedly told you about his new girlfriend, or when he called you crying over their breakup. Your heart twinged at both; you wanted to be the reason for his excitement and the balm to his wounded heart.

You allowed Seokjin to take you on all his wild adventures. Like now—traipsing through the forest with no direction in sight, because you would have done nearly anything for the boy.

A crack of thunder shook you from your thoughts and you jumped at the sudden sound.

“Ah, so cute,” he smiled at you, “still afraid of thunder?”

You blushed and pouted. “It just surprised me, is all.”

He smirked as if to say he didn’t believe you and nodded. “We should get a move on, don’t want to get caught in the rain.”

You shivered at the thought. It was already cool in the forest; the trees providing enough coverage it locked out any sun, if there had been any. You quickly moved in step behind your best friend. It only took a few minutes of silence before the telltale pitter patter of droplets on leaves began. A fat raindrop landed on your forehead.

“Fuck,” you groaned. “It’s starting.”

“I know,” Jin suddenly looked worried, his confident demeanor cracking. He looked back at you and tightened the straps on his backpack.

“Let’s run?”

You were powerless to deny any request from him. Plus, you didn’t really feel like getting drenched.

You adjusted your own backpack and took off, running through the quickly dampening forest beside Seokjin.

The rain came in a downpour. It hit you hard, blurring your vision. Seokjin slipped his hand into yours, not wanting to lose you in the storm. You pushed your legs in time with his, jumping around fell logs and rocks and skipping large puddles.

You were drenched as Seokjin pulled you into a makeshift canopy of rocks, a momentary pause from the storm to catch your breath. Your hair was soaking wet, as if freshly showered. Seokjin’s hair stuck to his face, and you smiled as he looked at you with concern. It only took a moment until you were both bursting with laughter, finding humor at the moment.

It was something you loved about Seokjin. He always knew how to make you laugh in times it seemed impossible.

“This sucks,” you spoke through your joyful laughter. He nodded in agreement.

“I think we’re almost back. We need to turn soon, and then we’ve got about two more miles. You ready?”

You agreed and pushed back the slick hair in your eyes, before doing the same for him. His eyes sparkled. You didn’t know what it meant.

In an instant, you were running again. The backpack bounced against your back and rain pounded your body. The things you did for Kim Seokjin. You were whipped, and you knew it.

The trail seemed like it went on forever. You both became so tired of running that you slowed and trudged slowly through mud as rain pelted you, accepting your fate of soaking to the bone. You were sure you had never been this drenched in your life. Your clothes were stuck to your body and dripping down into your shoes and socks. Your teeth chattered in the breeze—it felt as if the wind whipped right through you. The sky rumbled again, as if warning you to hurry lest it dump more rain on you.

Seokjin was always the caring companion. He rubbed your shoulders and arms to warm them up and promised a roaring fire. You hated how much it made your heart burst.

You were very much looking forward to your one-man tent, stocked with a sleeping bag and blankets. You could strip down and dry off and slip into the warmth of your own personal nest.

Seokjin waxed poetic about his own spacious tent—a lofty family sized one, and how he made sure he brought his sleeping bag along with 8 thick blankets, and how he couldn’t wait to snuggle down into his own. Seokjin was the picture of preparedness. He even kept a locking box full of snacks in his tent because the boy was a foodie and couldn’t survive without the treats. It came in handy.

“What would you do if we were stuck out here forever?” You posed to your best friend, curious about his response and desperate to pass the time as you hiked.

“Well,” he thought aloud. “I’d miss the guys. But I’d be happy to be stuck out here with you.”

Your cheeks flushed.

“You wouldn’t miss, ah—what’s her name? Miya?”

Seokjin shrugged. “She’s fun. She’s not you, though.”

You couldn’t help but grumble internally. She was good enough to date, and you weren’t. She was different in some respect.

“Are things not going well with her?” You asked, secretly hoping they weren’t.

“It’s fine. She’s nice and all,” he sighed. “Just, there’s no spark there, you know?”

You knew all too well. Any man you tried to date paled compared to your best friend, and the fireworks behind your every heartbeat when you were near him.

“What about you?” He was peering into your eyes and into what felt like your soul. “You and Jungkook sure seem cozy.” His tone sounded annoyed, sarcastic even.

You couldn’t help but bark a laugh.

“Oh god, no,” you shook your soggy head. “Not my type. We’re good friends and that’s it. Plus, I’m sure he’s into Jimin.”

Seokjin shrugged again. “You sit on his lap and cuddle up to him all the time…”

“Are you jealous?” You smirked, nudging the man. Please, god, please be jealous.

“N-No!” He was sharp. “I’m not.”

Ouch.

You remained silent, eyes downcast at your muddy boots as you walked alongside the man.

“Sorry,” he mumbled after a beat of silence.

“Don’t worry about it, Seokjin. I got it—loud and clear.”

Seokjin looked hurt, a wave of dissatisfaction crossing his features. He wanted to say something, mouth opening to continue his apology. You ignored it wholly. He knew your feelings. There was no way he couldn’t remember that night. You pushed ahead of the man, walking in front of him to avoid his pained gaze and likely hurried apology.

The light of day was leaving. Everything around you was steadily getting darker, and the rain showed no sign of giving up. You silently begged to be back to the safety of your camp soon, lest you become walking mountain lion bait.

“There’s camp!” Seokjin finally pointed and ran through the rain ahead of you.

“Oh thank fuck,” you sighed, feeling as if it lifted a weight from your shoulders. You couldn’t wait to strip out of your soaking clothes and slither into your blankets.

“Oh shit,” Seokjin whispered, stopping where he stood. You followed his gaze, concerned about what stopped the boy so quickly.

Your tent was ripped open, the insides of it exposed to the wind and rain. Everything you owned was soaking wet. You had set it up in a clearing with not too many trees above it, and it appeared the lack of protection against the wind and rain tore the poor fabric to shreds.

A worn-out and distraught sob left your lips.

“No!”

You ran to the tent and nearly cried. Fortunately, beyond just being soaking wet and useless for the night, everything was intact. There was only no warmth to be had. No warm clothes to change into. Nothing.

“What the fuck am I going to do?!”

Seokjin placed a hand on your shoulder.

“You can share with me?” He sounded hopeful. “We can hang your clothes to dry and when the storm passes, we can build a fire and let your tent air out. But you should probably sleep in my tent tonight.”

You bit your lip. You had slept with Seokjin in more beds than you could count, always being forced to share a bed as the designated ‘best friends who don’t care’. And it was never easy for you. You always woke up with the delicious scent of his cologne and shampoo, and your body curled around his. His hardness would always be pressed up against you, and it took all you had not to wrap your mouth around it to wake him up.

“Yeah, thanks Seokjin,” you breathed. “I’m fucking freezing. And I’m tired. I just want to get some sleep.”

Seokjin slipped his backpack off and pulled yours off your frame. He hung them from a sturdy branch, protected by layers of trees overhead, to let them dry.

“I have some towels in my tent, go on in. You can get dry and hand me your wet clothes to hang. Then you can get in the blankets and I’ll make us something to eat.”

You blushed. Seokjin hadn’t seen you fully naked, ever; at least not since you were toddlers.

Slipping into his blankets while stark nude would be a dream. It was something you fantasized about more than you’d care to admit. But, in the current conditions, being naked and clammy in the blankets next to your best friend who didn’t return any feelings for you sounded more like an awkward moment waiting to happen.

If Seokjin noticed anything, he didn’t show it. He acted as if making you strip in his tent was a normal thing, nothing out of the ordinary.

“I’ll wait out here,” he nodded dutifully.

You slipped out of your muddy boots and socks, and into his tent. It was nice and spacious, and the blankets looked incredibly enticing. It was kind of Seokjin to let you stay with him, even kinder that he would remain soaking wet to make you something to eat. Your body felt so worn out and drained, and you were sure he did too.

You peeled the wet clothing off of you, every bit, before sticking your head out the door and handing him the clothes.

“Don’t worry about food, okay? You should get dry too.”

He wrinkled his forehead.

“You sure?”

You bit your lip and nodded.

“I’m sure. Plus, we have your snacks.”

“Ah, good thinking,” he shot his finger guns at you. “I’ll be there in a minute, then. Hand me a towel and I’ll get undressed out here.”

You shyly handed him a towel, now very aware that you and Seokjin would be in the same tent—naked. The thought thrilled you as much as it scared you.

It didn’t take long to burrow yourself into his freshly made bed roll, sliding into the neat layers. Seokjin was nearly military in his routine and order. Everything was always tucked, pressed, and laid down perfectly.

Your body wracked with shivers and chills—the blankets and sleeping bag were cold from the ambient air outside. You folded yourself together in a fetal position to maintain some warmth. It felt good to lie down on the soft bed mat, but the blankets were doing nothing to provide warmth.

The sound of the zipper opening the front door flap of the tent made you shake harder. You could feel the wind blow through the opening now. The sound of the storm was loud, and you were grateful for the heavy tarp covering Seokjin’s tent. It provided some respite from the wind and kept all water off the tent. At least Seokjin had been smart in his setup. You ignored the man’s suggestions to set up better, and you were fully regretting it now.

Seokjin had the towel wrapped around his waist and stepped about the tent easily. He dabbed at his upper body with a smaller towel from his suitcase and rubbed his hair dry. The normally perfectly coiffed head was now static-y and sticking up wildly. It would have made you laugh if you weren’t so cold.

Seokjin moved around you and slid into the blankets, leaving a large space between you, before he threw the towel around his waist onto the floor. He was naked now; you noted internally. You both were. A shiver ran down your spine, unrelated to the relentless chill.

It was silent. All you could hear was the beating of the rain on the tarp and your teeth chattering as you shivered.

Seokjin stole a look at you, finally, and noticed your position, holding yourself to build warmth.

“Shit, are you okay?” He asked.

“I’m j-j-just col-l-ld,” you whispered. “And t-t-tired.”

Seokjin didn’t reply, but you heard the scratching sound of a moving sleeping bag and rustling of blankets and suddenly felt a very warm, very naked body pressed against you. It was blissful, and you moaned out loud at the feel of him spooning you.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. You didn’t know what for, and couldn’t bring yourself to reply.

You burrowed yourself down into his warmth and felt his arms wrap around you, securing you against him. He radiated heat. He felt like heaven. Your eyes closed—he had you feeling like you had stepped into a delicious sauna.

Seokjin’s muscular arms hadn’t moved an inch since they wrapped around you, but now his hands slowly rubbed at your torso, warming you everywhere his hand dragged. It felt electrifying and your body relaxed easily under his delicate fingertips.

It started out innocent, rubbing along your stomach and side to warm you further. But his hand began straying north, reaching the crest of your breasts. Your breath hitched as he rubbed over the cold swells. Your nipples were hard from the chill and pebbled even further with the touch of his hands. It made a gasp stick in your throat.

His lips touched your neck, lightly. They were warm too. It seemed his entire body was twenty degrees warmer than your own, and every touch felt like a raging flame. His hands continued rubbing along your breasts as he laved and sucked.

at the column of your throat.

As instantly as it began, Seokjin stopped. His hands hovered above your breasts.

He pressed kisses to your neck and face. “We should sleep, babe,” he sighed.

You wanted to protest, to push him further, to take care of what he started, but you couldn’t find the energy. Seokjin’s warmth matched with the comfort of his bedroll, and the soothing rise and fall of his breath was lulling you into sleep. Even though it was still early evening, the hike and the run back to safety took it all out of you.

Seokjin’s arms felt like safety. He secured them around you, slipping just underneath your breasts where his thumb could trace alongside the bottom as you easily succumbed to sleep.

It was still dark when you woke.

The rain was still coming down, light this time. It sounded relaxing, soothing. Seokjin was still spooning you, sleeping soundly behind you. You twisted in his grasp to gaze at him.

His hair was dry now, sticking out randomly about his pillow. You were sure if he saw it he’d panic, normally so precise with his looks. He looked so peaceful when he was asleep, none of his chaotic energy and dramatic charisma.

You loved every facet of Seokjin. You loved the flamboyance, the sensitivity, the deep compassion for his friends.

You turned around, as gently and quietly as you could, and pressed a hand to his cheek—rubbing at the warm and soft flesh. He sighed softly in his sleep, moving against his pillow. An eye cracked open, and he stared at you.

“Why are you awake?” He whispered, his voice gentle. “It’s still dark.”

He was confused, and the look that graced his features was adorable. You wanted to photograph it and frame it, make it the lock screen of your phone.

You shook your head.

“Don’t know.”

Seokjin’s hand rubbed at your shoulder, then up to your face. He tucked your hair behind your ear and smiled at you.

“You look so cute in the moonlight.”

You closed your eyes, letting his compliment wash over you. You couldn’t find the words to reply. You let him continue caressing your cheek, feeling as if you were living a fantasy where Seokjin touched you like a lover.

You were so close to him, chest pressing against his own. Something about the quiet storm, the dark tent, had you disregarding any embarrassment you should have felt pressing your naked tits to the man's chest, but the spell of the forest had you pressing closer. Your lips were inches apart, and you could feel his breath on your lips.

The feel of Seokjin’s lips pressing against yours was light, but felt as if all the fireworks in the world exploded behind your eyes and within your belly. It started sweet, gentle. You kissed him like you always wanted to, full of unrequited love and unwavering desire. Your arms slithered around his neck, pulling him even closer against you.

The kiss turned deeper, mouths opening to allow the passage of tongues. He sought into your mouth, caressing yours with his own, pouring what felt like his very spirit into you. His hand left your back and slid up your sides to press against your breast.

“Seokjin,” you murmured, feeling your brain swirl headily. “Feels good.”

He didn’t reply, only kept kissing at your neck and pinching gently at your hardened nipples. It made you cry out, gaping at the slight pain.

“If you want me to stop, tell me.”

His words were gentle. His hands stilled, stopping all ministrations against you.

Your breath was hard and shaky, matching the erratic beat of your heart in your ribcage. Your unrequited crush of years was now roaming your body, touching you as a lover rather than a friend.

“Please, don’t stop.”

He was on you again, now bloodthirsty for any part of your skin to touch. He tugged at your nipples, suckled up your neck to kiss and lick at the shell of your ears. You pressed against him, gasping at the feel of his now stiff cock. He circled his hips, relishing in the feel of you against him. You wondered how he would feel inside you. He was thick and long—it would be a stretch, and a most delicious and welcome one.

He pressed you back against the pillow, hovering over your body as he kissed down your neck and sucked at the pressure points there. A pleasured sigh passed through your open lips, reveling in the feel of him on your skin. It was something you dreamed about often. It felt unreal to finally have it.

You were on display for him, and his eyes raked over you as if you were a Dalí in the Louvre. His hands slid up to cup your breasts, and you tilted your head back to moan. You didn’t care at all about how you looked, how this might be awkward in the next few hours. You cared only about feeling Seokjin within you, getting him off, succumbing to your own pleasure wrought by his hands and his cock.

“Fuck, babe,” he sighed. “Wanted this for a while.”

“Me too,” you gasped as he slid a finger down to your core, circling faintly over your slick folds.

“Have you?”

“Seokjin, I’ve been in love with you since high school.”

Seokjin closed his eyes and smiled, breathing through his nose in contentment.

“You weren’t just saying that when you were drunk then.”

You shook your head, and Seokjin opened his eyes to peer at you.

“No, Seokjin,” you whispered needily, his finger still so torturously close to your clit. “I meant it.”

He leaned down with a smile and planted gentle kisses on your cheeks, adoring and gentle.

“I’ve been in love with you too. I thought you were just drunk. I never acted on it because I didn’t want to get my heart broken.”

He pulled up and allowed his free hand to cup your cheek.

“I’m going to fuck you now, okay?” He asked. “Like, really fucking hard. You good with that?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. A deep, hearty chuckle passed between both of you, enamored with each other and the situation of being naked and intertwined together, the warmth of your matched confessions surrounding you.

“Fuck me, please,” you begged.

And Seokjin would be loath to deny you.

His teasing finger finally slid into your core, fucking into you with ease from your slick walls. You gasped at the welcome intrusion, eyes fluttering closed as he began a slight pace and watched the way you fell apart.

“So pretty,” he whispered. “So fucking pretty.”

He slipped another finger in, scissoring them open as he worked at you. Your legs trembled, and it made the older man smirk.

“Look at you,” he praised. “So easily turned into a *gushing* puddle for me.”

You nodded pathetically, back arching as he added yet another finger and pressed at the spot inside you that had your mind spinning and thoughts erasing.

“Oh—God, Jin!”

As much as Jin wanted to see you get off around his fingers, he was desperate for more. You were finally all his—something he’s wanted since he could remember. All he’s wanted was for you to be his.

He pulled his fingers from inside you and smiled as they came out slicked up with your own essence. He ensured you made eye contact with him, then popped them into his mouth one-by-one, to suck them clean.

It made your mouth nearly fall to the floor as you watched him suck his fingers clean of you. Your body trembled with a need you hadn’t felt before. It was stronger than anything you’d felt before. It was unadulterated desire for Seokjin.

“Mm,” he sighed happily as he pulled the final digit from his mouth. “Delicious, as I thought.”

“Oh, my god,” you gaped. “Jin…,”

The man merely shook his head and smiled, crowding you down and hovering over your lips.

“You’re mine now, you got that?”

His eyes tracked yours, watching your every movement. It took you a moment to swallow your nerves, to regain any ounce of confidence.

“I’ve always been yours, Seokjin.”

He held you down, watching you with a gleam of wonder in his eye, before surging forward and planting his lips onto yours. His tongue dove in instantly, seeking solace in the warmth of your mouth. Allowing him passage was easy, almost natural. Jin’s tongue swirled around your own as your arms slithered around his neck to bring him closer. Kissing Jin felt like everything you’d imagine it would be, and yet like nothing you could have even dreamed.

Jin didn’t just kiss you—he consumed you. He lapped his tongue into your mouth like he couldn’t get close enough to you. His chest pressed against your body and he groaned into your mouth at the feeling of your perky breasts pushing into his own broad chest.

“Baby,” he whispered as he pulled away.

It sounded like a dream—the pet name fell from Jin’s lips so easily, as if it were always meant to be spoken to you.

“You’ve always been the one I wanted,” he breathed as he pressed his lips down your neck. “Always the girl I wanted and could never have.”

“Jin,” you gasped as your fingers carded through his hair. “Jin, you’ve always had me.”

He lifted his head and peered deep into your eyes again, so deep it felt like he was glimpsing into your soul.

“I only want you. No one else.”

It knocked you breathless, and it took a moment for you to refill your lungs before nodding.

“I’m all yours.”

There was acknowledgement in both your admissions. An understanding that there was no more separation of you, and of Jin. That after tonight, it would be a partnership, and the beginnings of something more, something you’ve only dreamt of with the older man.

“Mine,” he whispered, before pressing his lips back to yours.

The kiss was sweet, nearly cloyingly sweet, as his hands cupped your face. He kissed you with every intention, every desperate plea he’s held in his heart for you.

Jin’s length pressed against you—his hips rutting minutely as he kissed you.

“Jin,” you gasped as you pulled away from his lip locked embrace. “Please, I need you.”

Jin’s charming smile spread across his lips, blooming your heart along with it.

“As you wish,” he whispered as he pressed in for another soft kiss..

Instantly, Jin flipped around and switched positions, guiding you to sit atop his hips while he settled down into the mess of blankets and pillows.

“What?” He asked as he noticed your confusion at the sudden mood change, a smirk rising on his puffy lips. “You think I’m gonna let you lay back and make me do all the work?”

There he was, your Seokjin. Never able to keep a comment to himself, regardless of the situation—always working to make you laugh. It made your heart sing.

His hands slid to grip at your hips while you lifted yourself up to hover over his hardened length, lining up the tip to just graze the wetness there.

“You see what you do to me?” You asked with a coy smile. “You see how badly I want you?”

Jin bit his lip, mesmerized by the way your cunt slicked up the head of his cock, desperate to spear into you but holding back.

“Fuck—,” he breathed. “P-Prove it.”

A smirk crossed your features before you took the plunge and allowed his length to slip inside you as you sank to his hips. The intrusion was welcome, and you gaped at the sensation of him plunging deep.

“Oh, my God!” Jin gasped as you had taken him to the hilt. His eyes bulged for a moment before they closed in bliss. “You feel so fucking good.”

You didn’t need to speak. The feeling of Jin’s thick length inside of you was more than enough agreement. He felt so thick, so long, prodding at the spot inside you that had you weak and stretching you wide to make you gasp at the sizzle of pain. After a moment of adjusting to his size, you let your hands fall to his chest as you began to slowly rise and fall and set a pace on his cock.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” he whined—eyes wide open and watching you bounce on him. “Shit, this is where you belong.”

You eagerly pinched at your nipples as your pace quickened, nodding at Jin’s encouraging words. Your mouth felt dry, and you felt unable to even vocalize your pleasure beyond your loud sighs and moans.

“Jin,” you breathed.

He nodded, assisting your pace by gripping your hips. He tugged you down, face to face, to rest on his chest while your hips kept their quick speed of enveloping his cock in your tight heat. He let a hand cup the side of your face, the other moving to grip your ass.

“You’re all fucking mine,” he grunted as he thrusted his cock up into you, matching the rhythm of your rise and fall. “Gonna make you feel so fucking good every day, baby.”

You nodded quickly, heartbeat rising as you quickened each pound. Jin’s lips pressed to yours again, this time messier, hotter. He licked into your mouth, desperate for any more of you he could consume.

“Fuck, you drive me fucking crazy,” he said, cock still thrusting deep inside you. “Let me fuck you from behind?”

You didn’t bother replying, simply removing yourself from his body and assuming the position on your hands and knees. Jin scrambled to line up behind you, hand pumping his slick cock as he marveled at the sight of you presented for him.

“Take me, please,” you whispered, turning your head to peer at him with a desperate smile. “Fuck me until I can’t see straight.”

Jin hissed an expletive, before lining himself up in your sodden folds and plunging in without a second thought. Your eyes widened at the new angle, gasping as you felt it hit different areas inside of you that had you squeaking with each hard thrust of his cock.

Jin’s hands gripped your ass, your hips, anywhere he could leave his brutal fingerprints.

“God, you take my cock like a fucking queen,” he gasped as the sound of skin slapping echoed around the tent. “Look at your pussy, so fucking wet for me.”

He marveled at the way his cock plunged deep inside you, then came out covered in your creamy slick.

“You gonna cum for me, baby? You gonna let me claim this pussy with my cum?”

The pleasure was overwhelming—it felt like every nerve ending was lit on fire, and you were a burning fuse about to detonate into a thousand brilliant explosions. Each thrust of Jin’s thickness had you crying for more, moans echoing off the trees outside. You were suddenly thankful you were in the middle of nowhere, allowing you to be loud and needy.

Jin reveled in your desperate sighs and the way your body pushed back against his to match his pace. He knew his end was coming, knew it was going to be short-lived from the start. He’s wanted your body for as long as he could remember, and wanted you in his life as his lover, his girlfriend, more than just what he had been relegated to for so long.

“Mm, baby, you look so good on your knees for me, fuck,” he gasped as his speed increased. “I can’t wait to make you cum on my cock every fucking day, love. This is my pussy now.”

Jin’s possession of your body made you see stars, vision blurring as your cunt tightened its grip around his cock. Jin gasped at the grip and his hips stuttered.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groaned. “I feel you, baby, fuck. Cum for me, angel. Let me feel this tiny little cunt milk me.”

The coil inside you was tightening, pulling tight and making you gasp and scream at the oncoming rush. Jin’s pounding was relentless, making your entire body shake with the anticipation.

Your hand dipped to circle at your clit, the ultimate piece to your end.

The coil snapped, and your cunt pulsated wildly around his cock, vice-grip tight. It felt as if you had been catapulted off into space, vision blurring and all sound indiscernible from the blood rushing in your ears.

Jin’s climax quickly overtook him at the feeling of your delicious heat gripping at his cock. With just a few strokes inside you, his cock pulsed hot stripes of cum within you and painted your channel. Something primal in Seokjin loved that he was within you now, a piece of him deposited inside.

He allowed a few moments to pass to catch his breath, before slowly easing his spent cock from your dripping walls. He groaned as he watched a bit of his seed drip out, and he was careful to collect it on his fingers.

“Come here,” he whispered as he pressed his chest to your back and lifted you upright, sitting on your knees. He presented his fingers to your lips, dripping with your combined slick, and wrapped his free arm around your stomach.

Obediently, you opened your mouth and allowed the man to swirl his cum-coated digits in your mouth. It made your stomach erupt in butterflies, the taste of you and the man you’ve only dreamt about for years now on your tongue.

A crack of thunder shook you from your silent reverie, and Jin removed his fingers from his mouth before wrapping both arms around you and tugging you down to lie face to face on the mused sleeping bags.

“Now, aren’t you glad we did this?” He asked with a chuckle and a kiss to your nose.

You wrinkled your brow and smiled coyly.

“I would have enjoyed it more if you hadn’t gotten us lost.”

Jin pouted and huffed.

“I didn’t get us lost,” he sniffed with indignation. “The map was wrong.”

#bts smut #kim seokjin #seokjin smut #seokjin x reader #ficswithluv #kim seokjin smut #jin smut #bts fan fic #bts imagines #bts fic #bangtanarmynet

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peggyrose19 · 4 years ago

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Day 24: Secret Santa

Happy Christmas Eve everyone!! I can’t believe it’s here already, feels like it was March just yesterday. I am very excited for this. Because the prompt for today is Secret Santa, I thought what better time to post my SW Discord Secret Santa! It was written as a gift for the wonderful @im-oknutzy-trash. I had an amazing time writing this and I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do. Prompt from @remus-john-lupin, characters and AU from the amazing @lumosinlove. This is the last advent fic I’ll be doing, and I’m so so grateful to all of you that have kept up with them all, it really means a lot. Hope you all have a wonderful holiday, ily guys 😘

Logan had it all planned out.

The tree, the lights, the food.

The rings.

The only problem was actually executing his plan. And keeping it a secret until Christmas Eve.

He had been doing well for the first week or so. Of course, the rings hadn’t arrived yet, so maybe that was why. But once he had them, hidden away in his sock drawer in his bedroom, it all suddenly became urgent, a heavy presence he could feel hanging over him anytime he entered the apartment.

With each day, the urgency grew and grew. He could feel it every waking moment, and even when he was asleep, the pressure and nerves and need to keep it secret. The problem, of course, was that Logan was terrible at keeping secrets.

He knew Finn and Leo could feel him pulling away. He had hoped it wasn’t too obvious, but the looks on their faces when he forced a laugh or a smile, or cut off their kisses too soon, distancing himself as best he could. Because he knew that if he kissed them for too long, if he allowed himself to fall into that endless pit of love and desire, he would ask them right then and there, consequences be damned, and his planning would all go to waste.

So he stayed silent, stayed away as best he could, trying not to hurt them.

A week and a half before Christmas Leo and Finn confronted him.

“Logan, what’s going on?” Finn asked at dinner.

“Quoi?” Logan asked, looking up from his food.

“You’ve been acting weird for weeks,” Leo explained. “Is something going on, are you okay?”

“Oh! No, I’m fine.” His heart pounded, hoping they would believe him, mind going to the box in his dresser. He forced the image away.

But Finn pushed. “Is it us? Are we doing something wrong?”

“What? Nonono, you two are perfect. It’s not- I’m fine, I promise.”

“Logan, we know something’s wrong!” Finn exclaimed frustratedly. “I know you, I can tell when you’re not saying something.” Logan just sighed heavily. It wasn’t like he could tell them the truth. He hadn’t thought he would make it this far before blurting it out, honestly. But he had and now Finn was upset with him and Leo looked sad and uncertain and he wasn’t sure what to do now.

“I’m fine, okay?” he said, harsher than he meant, and Leo flinched back a bit. “Sorry,” he said immediately. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to yell. But truly, nothing is going on.”

“Lo-” Finn whispered and fell silent. Both of them were staring at him.

“Fuck,” Logan muttered, and got up from the table.

Leo and Finn watched him go, dumbfounded, unsure what to do now. But Logan was back a moment later, a small box clutched in his hand. He ran his free hand through his hair, sighing.

“I had a plan, to do this on Christmas Eve with the tree and lights and- whatever, there was a whole plan. But you two are too fucking smart I guess.” He smiled ruefully. “Finn, Leo, I love you both so so much. Like, more than anything. I don’t know what I would do without you. And....” he trailed off. Leo and Finn exchanged a confused glance. “Well, merde, here we go.”

In one smooth movement, he dropped to his knee, opening the box in his hands, two silver rings sitting on the velvet inside.

Leo’s hands went to his mouth, Finn reaching out blindly to grip his shoulder. Leo grabbed his hand. Both of them were staring at Logan.

“Mon amours, will you marry me?”

It was quiet for a long time, Finn and Leo left staring in complete amazement. This was not what they had expected when they started dinner.

“Lo,” Finn whispered, staring at him, tears shining in his eyes. “Holy shit. Holy shit.”

And then he rushed at Logan, collapsing into his arms and kissing him senseless, nearly knocking both of them over. In the next moment, Leo was there too, wrapping his arms around both of them, kissing any part of Logan he could reach, heart pounding wildly

“I love you I love you I love you,” Finn murmured over and over, words slurring together as he kissed Logan's cheeks and neck and lips, unable to get enough.

“So is that a yes?” Logan choked out and both boys paused.

“Of course it’s a yes, baby,” Leo sniffed, fighting back tears

“Yes yes, a thousand times yes,” Finn added and Logan could’ve cried with relief and joy, because the loves of his life just agreed to marry him and never in a million years had he ever imagined this happening. An overwhelming sense of love washed over him, and he was so fucking grateful that he had found them, that they found each other, and they can be together and happy and married.

Never in a million years had any of them imagined this would happen. But there they were, together, crying and laughing and kissing, Logan sliding rings on their fingers, falling tangled to the floor in a mess of frantic hands and wet kisses. Logan never wanted to move again.

Leo fought the urge to pace as he listened to the phone ringing. Logan and Finn were waiting for him in their bedroom, urging him to call before they went to bed. His heart was pounding. He wasn’t quite sure why. But he was excited and in love and possibly a little bit drunk. There was a click as the line connected.

“Mama?” he asked, fighting to keep his voice steady.

“Hey, baby!” her familiar voice chirped, and he relaxed marginally. “What’s goin’ on with you?”

“Um, well I have some news.”

“Oh! Well, the last time you had some ‘news’ it was to tell us about Finn and Leo.” Leo couldn’t fight a small laugh. He could sense his mom narrowing her eyes at that. “What kind of news do you have exactly?”

“The good kind,” he promised, unable to fight a smile.

“I’ll go get your father, shall I?”

“Yeah, yeah I think you should.” It was quiet for a few moments, before Leo heard his dad talking faintly, presumably asking who was on the phone.

“Okay, he’s here,” her voice came back louder.

“Hey bud,” Wyatt said, “What’s this news you have?”

“Um…” he trailed off, unsure how to say it. He scrubbed a hand over his face, unsure why he was so nervous all of a sudden. His parents had been nothing but supportive, so why was he freezing?

“Leo?”

“Sorry. Um… well, Logan, uh, he proposed tonight.”

The phone went dead silent for a long moment, and all Leo heard was the pounding of his heart. Then his mother shrieked and the dam broke.

“Oh my god, really? Baby, that’s amazing!”

“Did you say yes? I’m assuming you said yes, considering how happy you are.”

“Yeah Dad, I said yes,” Leo laughed, pressing a hand to his cheek. His face hurt from smiling. He wasn’t sure he was ever going to stop smiling. “Both of us did.”

“Aww my baby’s getting married!” his mom shrieked, and Leo could just imagine the elated look on both of their faces.

“Le, that’s so exciting!” his dad exclaimed. All Leo could do was laugh.

“Have you set a date yet?”

“No, Mom, he just asked a few hours ago,” he laughed, shaking his head. “You guys are the first ones I’ve told.”

“Oh, honey, that’s amazing.”

“Yeah. I’m really excited.”

“Oh, well we should let you get back to your boys, call us in the morning okay? I want to hear everything.”

“Okay, I will,” he promised.

“And honey, I am so proud of you. So proud.”

“Thanks, Mama. I love you, both of you.”

“We love you too, honey.”

After Leo hung up, setting his phone down on the coffee table, he sat for a moment, taking it all in. His parents knew, they were excited and happy. He never could have imagined this happening.

He sighed happily, pushing himself off the couch and heading for the bedroom. His boys were in bed, Logan lying on top of Finn with his face buried in the crook of his neck. But he looked up as Leo padded into the room, smiling sweetly up at him.

“Hey Peanut,” he sighed. “How’d it go?”

“They were really excited,” Leo said, grinning. He climbed onto the bed beside them, slotting himself against Finn’s side and running a soft hand through Logan’s hair, leaning into the both of them. “My mom wanted to know if we’d set a date yet.” Logan laughed at that, Finn smiling down at him.

“Nah, we got time.”

“So much time.”

Finn held up his hand, admiring the silver band sitting on his finger. “I can’t believe it’s really happening,” he sighed. Logan grasped his hand, fiddling with the ring.

“Me neither,” he admitted.

A thought occurred to Finn just then. “Lo, we both have rings, but did you get one for yourself?”

Logan could only laugh, shaking his head. “I knew you were gonna ask that,” he muttered. “Yes, Fish, I got myself a ring too. It’s in my bedroom. You’re so ridiculous.”

“Hey! Who are you calling ridiculous?”

“Both of you.” Leo grinned, leaning up to kiss the pout off Finn’s face, feeling Logan’s lips on his jaw as he did. “I love you both,” he murmured. “So fucking much.”

“We love you too, Nutter Butter.”

“I can’t believe we’re getting married.”

“I can’t believe you two ruined my proposal.”

“What do you mean?”

“Fucking- I had a plan! It was all romantic and shit, and then you two ruined it by getting all concerned.”

“Well, what was your plan?”

Logan grumbled for a moment before reluctantly responding. “I was gonna ask on Christmas Eve, y’know, after we’d read The Night Before Christmas and were on the couch watching cheesy movies with the lights all off except the tree. There was gonna be cookies and hot chocolate and it was gonna be super romantic. I was gonna leave you both speechless for the rest of the night!” he finished, sweeping an arm out dramatically. “And then you went and got worried. I was doing so good too.” Finn could hear the pout in Logan’s voice.

“Aw, mon rouge,” Leo crooned, kissing his temple. “It’s okay. You can always do it again in a week.”

“Hmph.”

“Now come here so I can kiss you properly.” Logan rolled his eyes but pushed himself up, leaning over to Leo and kissing him sweetly, pushing him back against the bed.

“I love you,” Leo whispered. Finn smiled as he watched them, content to just look at them, feeling the weight of Logan still on top of him, the heat of Leo beside him. He looked at the ring on his finger, the matching one on Leo’s hand, imagining the one that would soon be on Logan’s finger too. It was more than he’d ever dreamed of, more than he’d ever thought he would have. And he knew without asking that his fiancés felt the same.

They were so incredibly lucky.

#o'knutzy #sweater weather #coast to coast #lumosinlove #proposal #christmas eve #fluff #love #so much love #they're so adorable i can't #im-oknutzy-trash #secret santa #remus john lupin #advent #december 24

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socialwriter · 4 years ago

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If I Die Young

**gif by @somebodylikeaguardianangel**

Pairing: John B Routledge x Female! Reader

TW: Angst (duh), death, hospitals, not eating, fainting/passing out, near death experience, grief, sadness

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Based off of the song If I Die Young

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A/n: Here it is, the first chapter of my glee song fic sereis! A huge thank you to @girlsru1eboysdroo1 for reading this through and encouraging me to post this, ily boo <3

The sharp knife of a short life,

Well, I've had just enough time

The pain was agonizing, all encompassing. It drowned out the sounds of the rain pounding down, drowns out the sounds of Kiara and Pope’s tears, JJ’s screams. He’s gone. John b’s gone, lost at sea because some stupid cops that didn’t care about him chased him out there for no good reason. He was innocent, but because he was just a pogue and just a teenager, no one believed him when it mattered. The hurt didn’t leave you. Not when you were taken away from what was now a crime scene. Not when you arrived at the chateau, glaringly empty. Not when you went to bed, enveloping yourself in sheets that still faintly smelled like him. You were too hurt, too broken, left behind by the only boy you had ever loved.

And I'll be wearing white when I come into your kingdom

I'm as green as the ring on my little cold finger

You all had promised each other that you wouldn’t wear black to the funeral. The color was too dark, too real. It represented too much for the four of you to handle, so you had agreed to brighter and happier colors. Which is why you were in the bathroom of the chateau, smoothing out the wrinkles in the white dress you wore. It hung loosely on your body, making you look like even more of a shell of your former self. Your eyes were sunken in and red from all the crying and lack of sleep, unable to rest without the soothing lullaby of John B’s heartbeat. You looked much thinner than you remembered, probably from the lack of food the past week. You couldn’t bring yourself to eat anything or care for yourself. You did it for him before, not wanting to worry him, but now what was the point? You fiddled with the rings on your finger, stopping when you feel the cold metal on your ring finger. You hold your hand out in front of you, smiling sadly at the small green jewel.

It had been three weeks since you had had a proper date night, or really spent any time, with your boyfriend John B and you were completely and thoroughly pissed off. He’d been avoiding your calls, texts, and barely spoke a word to you when he got home after long days out. None of the other pogues would tell you what was up and frankly you were fed up with it. So, instead of getting dressed up for the date John B had told you about earlier in the day, you sat around moping in sweats and one of his old t-shirts.

“Hey babe are you ready to g- why aren’t you getting ready?” John B’s voice rang out through the chateau, causing you to pull your knees up to your chest, staring at the ground. John B’s shoulders fall when he sees your demeanor, approaching you slowly. “What’s wrong?”

You shrug your shoulders at him, letting out a deep sigh. “You cheating on me or somethin’?” You mumble, tears filling your eyes as soon as you say the words out loud.

“W-what? No, I’m not why would you even think something like that,” John B says instantly, sitting next to you on the couch and placing a gentle hand on your cheek, forcing you to look at him.

“Well I mean, you’ve been avoiding me the past couple of weeks and no one’s telling me anything so what else am I supposed to think?” You ask him, your voice raising slightly in irritation.

John B makes an ‘o’ with his lips, suddenly connecting all the dots. “I’ve been working a lot of overtime, for the money.”

You scoff, pulling away from him. “Cut the crap JB, we get by fine without you working so much.”

John B sighs, fishing something out of his back pocket. “Well I mean, I was hoping that I could give this to you in a more romantic way, but here.” He hands you a small box containing a small ring with a little green gem on top. You gasp as soon as you see the present, easily the most beautiful thing anyone had ever given you. “What is this?” You ask breathlessly.

“A promise ring, like a representation of our love. It sounded a lot better when Kie explained it to me..” John B trailed off, suddenly nervous that you wouldn’t like the present or think it was stupid.

“JB I love it,” you whisper, a small smile gracing your lips. He instantly perks up, grinning at you. “Yea?”

You nod, slipping the ring on your finger. “Thank you JB,” you say, pressing a small kiss against his lips.

“Anything for you princess.”

I've never known the lovin' of a man

But it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand

There's a boy here in town says he'll love me forever

Who would have thought forever could be severed

Your home life wasn’t the best. You were a pogue, living alone after your mother had left you for some kook. You never knew your father, never got to experience that love. The only love you experienced was what you had with John b. And now that too had been taken away from you, the world playing yet another cruel trick on you. That promise ring meant that the two of you would love each other for the rest of your lives, what felt like forever. Apparently forever isn’t very long at all. Love wasn’t as strong as you had once thought it was, because it was able to be completely shattered by life, or rather the ending of one. You had never known what love was before John B came into your life, and now that he was gone, you feared that you would never experience love again.

So put on your best boys and I'll wear my pearls

What I never did is done

The four of you all stood looking over the marsh, grieving the one person that had kept you all together. None of you knew how to handle this, how to cope. You couldn’t look out for one another because each of you were falling apart on your own. Your mind wandered to what could have been. The kisses you never gave him, too shy or fearful of rejection. The words you never said, emotions getting in the way. It all felt silly and stupid. Why hadn’t you simply done everything you wanted with John B while you still had the chance? All the what ifs crushed you, made you feel like you couldn’t breathe and your vision blur, until eventually everything just went dark.

The ballad of a dove

Go with peace and love

Gather up your tears, keep 'em in your pocket

Save 'em for a time when your really gonna need 'em oh

Pope caught you before you hit the ground, instantly in a frenzy. “Guys she’s barely breathing.”

Both Kie and JJ turned to look at your all but lifeless form, panic in their eyes. “Shit she- what do we do?” JJ’s frantic voice echoed throughout the marsh, only increasing the tension and worry in the environment. Eventually, despite the money it would cost, the three of them were speeding off to the hospital, trying their best to keep you breathing and comfortable. As soon as Kie pulled into the hospital, JJ slammed the car door open, picking you up and running inside with your limp body in his arms, Kie and Pope not far behind him. Doctors and nurses were all over you in a matter of seconds, pushing the three pogues away whenever they tried to see what exactly was happening to their best friend. The situation felt eerily similar, the painful events that lead to John B’s death still fresh in their minds. All they could do was stand there, wondering if they were going to lose yet another friend. There were no more tears left to cry, all of them already spent on John B.

The ringing of a phone pulls them out of their stupor. “Who’s damn phone is that?” Kie questions aloud, prompting JJ to pull the buzzing device out of his pocket.

“Mine.” He mumbles before answering the call. His eyes widen as soon as he hears the voice on the other end, earning questioning glances from both Pope and Kie.

“John B?”

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izzyfandoms · 4 years ago

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Goodbye

This is for my wonderful partner @thelogicalroman for their birthday! If you see this, go wish them a happy birthday!

SHIPS: LAMP

CHARACTERS: Roman Sanders, Patton Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Logan Sanders

WARNING: Vague/implied (possible) major character death, angst, break-ups, illness, unhappy ending

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Roman was shaking with excitement.

There were three ring boxes in his pockets: one for each of his wonderful, wonderful boyfriends – and, hopefully, soon fiancés. Each ring was specially picked out to match each of his loves: unique and wonderful, just like them, and he couldn’t wait to present them to them. To get down on one knee, announce his love for them and hopefully, hopefully get a yes.

Of course, he was nervous as well, but he loved them! And he was sure they loved him, too.

They told him that every single day: as greetings or goodbyes, along with hugs and kisses and all kinds of affection, whispered over pillows in the middle of the night, and in any other moments where it just felt right to announce their adoration.

They had been together for so long, so a marriage proposal was practically inevitable at this point, though who would do it was the one thing still yet to be decided.

Of course, Roman wanted so desperately to be the one to propose: to be the one to get down on one knee and present the rings, to announce his love for each and every one of them, to ask if they also wished to forever be with him – with each other – as he wanted to be with them.

So, he had bought the rings: carefully picking out each one to match his wonderful boyfriends.

Roman would finally get to propose tonight, and he was sure that it would go spectacularly.

He loved them. They loved him. They loved each other.

Their relationship was perfect, perfecter than perfect.

This would all go wonderfully.

(Or so Roman thought.)

“My darlings!” He called out as he stepped through the front door, shutting it behind himself and kicking off his shoes. “I have arrived!”

Patton immediately emerged from the kitchen, stepping into the hallway, rushing to greet his beloved boyfriend. He wore an apron over his clothes and beamed widely when his eyes landed on Roman. He immediately went over to him and threw his arms around Roman’s neck.

“Honey, you’re home! I missed you.”

Roman laughed. “My love, I was only gone a few hours.”

“So, you didn’t miss me?” Patton teased.

“Of course, I missed you!” Roman said, cupping Patton’s cheek with one hand. “My love, my heart aches for you even when we have spent just a mere second apart. Every moment I spend not seeing your gorgeous face is a tragedy.”

“Aww, you flatterer,” Patton said fondly, genuinely. “I love you so much.”

Footsteps approached from the other room, and they both looked up – away from each other's eyes, which they had begun to stare lovingly into – as Virgil stepped into the hallway. He leant against the doorway as he looked them over, eyes flicking between the two of them.

“You two are as sappy as usual,” he said, though he was smiling slightly and looked a mix of amused and fond.

“Don’t pretend you don’t love it, hot topic – emphasis on hot.”

Virgil snorted and moved from the doorway, taking a step towards his boyfriends. Roman immediately took a matching step away from Patton and towards Virgil, taking Virgil’s hands – that had sparkly purple nail polish on each of the nails, done by Patton – in his own and squeezing them gently.

“I think you’ve used that one before,” Virgil said, letting Roman take his hands without complaint.

“I was too distracted by your beauty to come up with a new one.”

Patton giggled. “You two are adorable.”

“I know,” Roman smiled. “But both of you, my dearests, are even more adorable.”

“Pat’s cute,” Virgil said. “But me, adorable? You’ve got the wrong guy.”

“Hey,” Patton said. “No self-deprecation allowed.”

“It’s not self-deprecation if it’s true,” Virgil said.

“It’s not self-deprecation,” Roman agreed, before grinning at Virgil. “It’s denial.”

“Oh, shut up.”

“Make me, emo.”

Patton raised his hands, tutting. “Hey, now, stop bickering!”

“It’s flirting,” Roman and Virgil said in unison.

“Well, I suppose I can allow that,” Patton teased. Then, he looked around them and his brow furrowed. “Where’s Logan? He usually comes down to greet Roman when he comes home, too.”

Virgil shrugged. “Probably still working. I doubt he’s even noticed Roman’s home. You know how he is.”

“Then I suppose that I must go make sure our dearest nerd isn’t overworking himself!” Roman announced. He took a step in the direction of the staircase, before he paused. “Oh, and Patton, darling, when will dinner be?”

“Just an hour. It’s spaghetti, your favourite!”

“I cannot wait,” Roman smiled, leaning in and pressing a quick kiss to Patton’s cheek, before doing the same with Virgil. “Oh, I’m so excited!” He blurted out, his smile turning into a full-blown grin.

“For pasta?” Virgil asked. “I mean, I know Pat’s cooking is good, but you’re not usually this excited.”

Roman knew that he couldn’t give away his exact plans for dinner tonight: the proposals had to be a surprise, and he certainly didn’t want to ruin that. But... perhaps he could hint at it a little bit, just so his loves could be excited about it.

He flashed them a grin. “You’ll see,” he said, winking at the end of the words.

“Aww, are you surprising us? Are you sure you can’t tell us, honey?” Patton asked.

“Nope!”

“Just a little hint?”

“Nuh-uh!” Roman grinned. “Not even a little one.”

Virgil gave Roman a suspicious look. “You know I don’t like surprises.”

Roman took Virgil’s hand in his own and squeezed it. “You’ll love this one, I promise, my love.” Then he pressed a kiss to the back of Virgil’s hand, before he released it. “Now, I’m going to go visit our darling Logan, and make sure he’s taking care of himself.”

He turned and left up the stairs, humming to himself as he did so: ‘Do you wanna build a snowman’, to be specific. When he reached the top of the staircase, he immediately headed over to the door of the study and knocked loudly, in time with the song he was humming.

After a moment, he got a response.

“Come in,” Logan said.

Roman smiled and pushed the door open. He was immediately greeted by the sight of Logan coughing into a tissue and then dropping it into a bin – onto a pile of other used tissues – before he straightened up and turned to look at Roman, pushing the small bin under the desk with his foot.

“Apologies, Roman, but I have work to do,” he said, turning back to his computer and placing his hands back onto the keyboard.

"No ‘dear’ or ‘darling’?” Roman asked, his tone a little teasing. “Just ‘Roman’?”

“Apologies, darling,” Logan said.

The teasing expression fell from Roman’s face, and his brow furrowed as he took a step towards Logan. “Is everything alright, my love?”

“Yes,” Logan answered, just a little bit too quickly. “But I must get back to my work.”

Logan began to type again and Roman watched him for a moment, his eyes flicking between his boyfriend and the screen. Then, Roman walked over to him. He stopped behind the chair and draped his arms around Logan’s neck, placing his chin on his curly head of hair.

“Have you taken a break since the last time I saw you?” Roman asked.

“I do not need a break,” Logan said, not looking away from the screen. “I have to get this done.”

“You can finish this later, can’t you?”

“I need to get it done now.”

“Why?”

“I...” Logan hesitated for a moment. “I just need to.”

“Can’t you get it done later? Or tomorrow?”

Logan sighed. “Roman, you often work on your manuscripts for hours on end without pause.”

“And you always get me to take a break,” Roman argued. “So, now I’m doing the same for you, my dearest.” He paused. “Do I need to get Patton and Virgil to come persuade you, too?”

There was a pause, and then Logan sighed again. He removed his hands from his keyboard.

“No, you do not. I will take a break.”

“Good!” Roman said, pulling back just enough to clap his hands together victoriously.

Then, he moved his hands onto Logan’s shoulders. He squeezed them once, before spinning Logan and the chair around so he was facing him. Roman smiled at Logan, and then leant down to press a warm, gentle kiss to the centre of Logan’s forehead.

“I love you,” Roman said fondly.

After a moment, Logan responded with: “I love you, too.”

***

Dinner was wonderful, as it always was when Patton cooked it, and as it went on, Roman grew more and more and more excited, so much so that his boyfriends clearly noticed it. Patton asked a few times, though it was clear that Roman wasn’t going to answer. And though Logan didn’t address it, it was obvious that both he and Virgil had noticed it, too.

“Are you going to tell us what’s going on, honey?” Patton asked, his voice a little teasing. “Or are we gonna have to guess? You’re gonna vibrate right out of your chair at this rate.”

Roman opened his mouth to respond, but then shut it again with the click of his teeth. He took a moment to think, as his boyfriends watched him consider Patton’s question.

Dinner was almost over. He and Patton and Virgil had eaten everything on their plates, and though Logan had not, he had said that he was not hungry, so he likely wasn’t going to eat much more.

Roman opened his mouth again, but all that bubbled up was excited laughter.

“Wow, I cannot believe I am doing this, finally.” He got up from the table, his hands returning to his jacket’s pockets: one held two rings – Patton and Virgil’s – and the other holding Logan’s. He fiddled with them with his hands, but decided not to take them out just yet.

He had a speech planned first: words he needed to say before the final question was asked.

“Doing what?” Virgil asked.

Instead of answering, Roman said: “I love you. I love all of you, so so much. My love for you is unimaginably infinite, like ever-expanding space. I have loved you all since the moment I first laid eyes on you, back in high school when we were oh-so young and innocent: just teenagers who had no idea what our futures would become, no idea that our love for each other would develop into something infinite and... wonderful.”

Patton looked touched, his hand over his chest, his expression so full of love and adoration that Roman would have kissed him if he hadn’t been so excited for this proposal.

Virgil also looked touched, though there was also surprise in his wide-eyed expression, like he could see where this was going, but didn’t know if he could believe it.

Logan looked startled and his body was tense.

“You are all so wonderful,” Roman continued. “Patton, you are the kindest man I have ever met, so sweet to everyone around you, so wonderful. Virgil, you are loyal and protective, I can count on you in any situation, and you are so kind in your own way, even if many can’t see it. And Logan, you are intelligent and spectacular, I could talk to you for hours on end without getting bored. You are all the loves of my life, and I wish to be with you all for an eternity.”

Roman got down on one knee, and it was like everyone else in the room stopped breathing.

Then, finally, he took the three boxes out of his pockets and placed them on the table. He opened them up, exposing the three shiny rings he’d bought, and turned them so they were each facing the boyfriend they were for.

Patton gasped loudly, his hands flying up to cover his mouth.

“Oh,” Virgil said, his voice coming out strangled. “This is the surprise.”

“Oh,” Logan echoed, in a quieter, equally strangled voice.

“Will you marry me, my loves?”

“Oh my gosh, yes!” Patton squealed.

He leapt over to Roman and threw his arms around him. Roman caught him immediately, wrapping his arms around Patton’s waist. He stood up, lifting Patton and spinning around excitedly, a laugh bubbling up from his throat and filling the air with its delighted noise.

“Uh, yeah... uh, seconded,” Virgil answered as well. “I- I will marry you.”

Roman grinned at him over Patton’s shoulder as he set him down. He then removed one of his arms from around Patton and reached towards Virgil with his hand. Virgil immediately took that hand and squeezed it.

Roman then turned to Logan, a big, expectant grin on his face. It fell from its place when he saw the expression on Logan’s.

Logan was staring down at his hands which lay on the table. They were shaking.

“My darling?” Roman asked. “Is everything alright?”

“I- I-” Logan began, though he could not find the words.

Both Patton and Virgil turned to him, too.

“Logan, honey?” Patton asked, concerned.

Logan suddenly pushed his chair and himself away from the table and stood up.

“I cannot do this, I’m sorry.”

Roman fully let go of Patton, releasing Virgil’s hand and taking a step in Logan’s direction.

His heart felt like it was breaking into pieces in his chest, and though he tried to hide it, it certainly showed on his face. Logan spared a single glance at the devastated expression, before his gaze returned to stare down at the floor.

“My- my apologies, my love,” Roman said in as calm a voice as he could manage, thought it wobbled slightly. “Is this too soon? We don’t have to get married yet, or- or ever, if you do not wish to.” He swallowed. “Please, tell me what is wrong.”

Logan sighed. “I meant that I cannot do this in general, not just about the marriage proposal.”

“In general?” Virgil asked. “What do you mean?”

“I cannot marry you,” Logan said. After a moment of deafening silence, he continued with: “And I cannot continue to be with you, either.”

The silence after that felt like a heavy, weighted blanket had just dropped onto the four of them, suffocating them and filling the room with a thick tension. Logan couldn’t even look at Patton, Virgil and Roman, though he could tell exactly what kind of expressions were on their faces.

The need to cough rose in his throat, but he ignored it. Not here.

He took a step back. “I need to go,” Logan said.

He turned, taking another step in the direction of the door, but Virgil caught his wrist.

“You can’t just leave like this!” He said. “What’s going on?”

“This was always going to be temporary,” Logan snapped, finally meeting Virgil’s eyes and forcing himself to glare into them. “I thought you knew that.”

“Temporary?” Patton exclaimed. “But- but we live together.”

Logan yanked his hand out of Virgil’s grip. An angry look appeared on Virgil’s face.

“Temporary?” He repeated. “That’s seriously all you think of us? Is this all our relationship means to you?”

“That’s all it meant to me,” Logan corrected. “It’s over now. I have to go. Goodbye.”

He then left the house as quickly as he could, both despising and feeling relieved by the fact that none of them tried to stop him from leaving.

Soon, he was out on the pavement, unsure of where to go next. Instead of waiting to figure out his destination, he just kept on walking. He went down the street, turned a corner, down another street and further away from his home until he was out of breath and starting coughing again.

The coughing came and came and he covered his mouth with his hand, almost falling over from the force of the coughs.

When he finally stopped coughing – doubled over in two and one strong wind away from falling to the ground – he pulled his hand away from his mouth and looked at it.

Red. It was stained bright red.

Logan straightened up, but did so too quickly and stumbled, almost falling to the ground.

He grabbed the corner of a building with the blood-stained hand, steadying himself. His vision blurred, though his glasses were still on his face, and his head began to ache.

With his free hand he clutched at his head, and as everything began to fade into darkness, the last thing he thought was that he was glad he had gotten the chance to say goodbye.

Hopefully now they would not miss him.

#me #writing #sanders sides #lamp/calm #logan sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #angst #fluff #angst without a happy ending #major character death #tw major character death #major character death tw #tw illness #illness tw #tw breakups #breakups tw #human au

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lsmileychanl · 5 years ago

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Stray kids scenarios // cuddling

Summary: How would members of stray kids react to you being really cuddly

Genre: Pure fluff

Warnings: minor swearing (sorry I can't help it T_T)

Pairing: Stray kids x Reader

A/n: Hello everyone! I wanted to say a huge thank you for your support, it really means a lot! Sorry for the slow posting schedule, I’ve been really busy lately. I promise that I will be more active in the future. I hope that this lil scenario can put a smile on your face! Remember to stay hydrated and get enough rest. Ily guys! ♡

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Bang Chan:

Channie, where are you coming home? I miss you ♡

Sorry y/n It’s been really busy lately. I’ll be home soon! Love you, baby!

I love you too!

Seen 11.27 PM

The clock was about to hit late hours of the night, but Chan still wasn’t home yet. You were determined to wait for him so that you could finally have some quality time with your boyfriend. He was working so hard and you really miss him. It was 1.45 AM and you made the critical decision to lay down on the couch. You felt yourself slowly doosing off when you heard the door open.

You jumped in his arms and hugged him so tightly, that you were convinced — any tighter and you would cut his circulation. God, you missed this.

‘’Whoa, hey baby!’’ Chan laughed out. You gave him a soft kiss on the lips. ‘’Welcome home.’’ You looked up to see his tired eyes. ‘’Let’s get rid of those model – eye bags of yours.’’ You took his arm and softly led him to the bedroom. You pouted when Chan didn’t move and gently shook your hand off.

‘’Sorry baby, I need to shower first, I’m all sweaty. Don’t be sad, I’ll be right back’’ Chan gave you one last kiss before heading to the shower.

When he came back, you were already waiting for him with fresh sheets and sheet masks for the both of you. You two ended up talking for way longer than you were supposed to, making fun of each other’s faces with the on and Chan filling you in on all the crazy stuff that happened in the dorms. You realized how late it was when you two heard bird chirps outside. You mentally thanked god that you both have a day off and went to bed. Needless to say you two ended up sleeping till noon.

Minho:

Waking up with lee know by your side was one of the best feelings ever. It was one of those lucky days where he didn't have anything planned for the whole day. Lee know is really touchy with people who he loves and so you woke up facing each other, with his arms securily around your waist and legs entangled together. You felt safe in his hold. While you wanted to stay in his strong hold forever you knew that you have to get up eventually and knowing Minho, he will not be the first one to wake up.

You gave one last look at his relaxed, sleeping face. God, he is perfect. You gently brushed your fingertips along his jawline while thinking of how lucky you were to have someone as precious as him. You gave him a gentle kiss. You felt him slightly smiling against your lips.

"Good morning, baby" you said while gently brushing through his hair.

He let out a slight groan. "Just 5 more minutes..." Lee know said with his slight morning voice. "Or a little longer..." He mumbled while digging his head in your shoulder.

You knew that there was no escape. And so you accepted the faith that you were given and gave into the warmth of his body.

You both loved the feeling of being close to each other and that is exactly what you did.

Changbin:

You looked at yourself in the mirror for the last time, fixing your hair and smiling at your reflexion. You normally didn’t wear anything fancy when going out with Changbin, but today you were really feeling yourself.

Are you ready y/n? I’m waiting for you outside! :)

Just a second, I’m almost done. Can’t wait! ♡♡

You rushed outside to find your boyfriend fiddling with his phone, while leaning against a wall. When he saw you his eyes widened and he almost fell. We love a clumsy man

‘’Whoah, that was unexpected’’ He said while nervously touching the back of his neck. You just smiled and leaned in to give a small, but loving kiss. He deepened the kiss before letting go and leading you to the car.

While changbin was driving, you rested your head on his shoulder. Soft music was playing in the background. You lost track of time and before you knew it, you were already at the location.

You were really comfortable and wanted to stay in that position for a little while longer. You knew that Channie liked acting tough in public and didn't want to "ruin his image". That meant little to no pda.

Changbin gently shook you. "Were here it's time to go!"

"Channie, let's stay like this for a while." You said while playing with his hands.

He just laughed while turning to give you a kiss on the forehead. He was so soft for you. Few minutes passed and it was time to enjoy your date. Changbin held your hand the whole entire time. Congradulations you cracked him

Hyunjin:

Ok, sooo..... phone, keys, food, water aaaaannnd passport. You were ready. You headed out to JYP's building. Even after all these months the same manager never forgot yo ask for your passport, like you haven't vissited this building hundrets of times already. To be completely honest, you still weren't used to the huge building and managed to get lost every, damn time. With the help of a few workers there, you headed to the practising room.

When you found the right room you noticed that the door was already open. You peeked your head in and found Hyunjin all sweaty, sitting on the floor, while resting his head on the wall. You heard blasting music and a cold breeze of air, which was probabbly because he opened every, single window to let in some air, despite the multiple scolds from you about how he is going to get sick this way.

"He must have been practising there for hours... " you mumbled to yourself. You knew that it was hard being an idol. But when you saw him laying like that you got a reminder of exactly how much he puts in to achieve his dreams.

"You know that you can come in right?" You mentally cursed yourself. You got sidetracked by your thoughts and didn't even notice, that he noticed you staring at him.

"Hiii! I bought you lunch. Thought you might get hungry here." You sat down next to him and handed him the food you ordered before. It really wasn't much, but you couldn't trust yourself enough to touch the kitchen by yourself.

"Thank you, y/n! I don't know what I would do without you." Hyunjin kissed you and opened the food. "OMG YOU BROUGHT ME SUUUSHIIIIII!" Hyunjin's face lit up as he engulfed you in a giant bear hug. You laughed at his cute reaction. After he finnished the meal he put the emptied box down and just layed there with you on top of him.

"I love you, you know that right?" He mumbled under his breath while playing with the strands of your hair. You hugged him even tighter "I love you too, Hyunjinnie!"

Jisung:

,,Please Jisung-ah, I will watch literally anything else!’’

,,Commoon y/n! Please. I promise you it’s gonna be fun! If you watch this with me I’m going to be the one bringing the trash out for the next week.’’

,,Ugh fiiiiiiiiine…’’ You grunted.

You have no idea how he convinced you to do this. You hated horror movies. But there you were on the couch, scared shitless, hiding in the crook of your boyfriend’s neck.

Each time you jumped at the scary scene he laughed even harder. ‘’What are you scared of y/n? It’s really not that bad.’’ Jisung smirked devilishly knowing how much the movie affected you. He secretly enjoyed these moments where he could fill the strong, protective boyfriend role and feel your hands helplessly grabbing on his shirt. Also he just wanted to be able to make fun of you smh

After the movie you mentally took note to never watch a scary movie ever again. You were SHAKING and couldn’t help yourself from clinging to your boyfriend. You basically became a human koala bear and followed him everywhere. At first Jisung just laughed it off but then it started to become a problem when he couldn’t even get to the bathroom.

The tickle battle was on. Using the advantage, he ran and did what he had to do. After returning and seeing you hiding under billions of blankets, he felt bad for just running away like that and jumped in the bed with you.

‘’AAAGHHH you’re so cute, y/n.’’ He said squishing your cheeks and giving you a quick kiss on the lips.

Felix:

You just woke up. You didn’t even realize that you fell asleep in the first place. You were chilling at the dorm with the boys so you didn’t know how you ended up sleeping in Felix’s bed. You sleepily rolled out of the comfy sheets and threw on one of his oversized, comfy hoodies and went downstairs.

You found Felix playing games with the other members. He was concentrated on the screen, wanting to prove that he is a good player, while everyone else teased him.

‘’Didn’t you start playing it 4 months before him?’’ Jisung laughed.

‘’Hey, he just got lucky. I’ll beat him next time.’’

You smiled and back hugged Felix placing your head in the crook of his neck.

‘’I think you did great!’’ You said and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Felix got scared at first thinking that you were Minho trying to tease him, but once he realized that it was you he relaxed in your arms.

‘’Oh, you’re up already, y/n? I thought that you might hurt your back sleeping on the couch like that, so I carried you to my bed. Did you sleep well?’’

‘’Ugh not to interrupt you, but can you please get a room, we have to protect the children!’’ Bang Chan quietly begged. Felix jumped off the map and lead you back to his bed and you ended up spooning each other to sleep.

Seungmin:

"Seungminni, pleaassee! This is getting ridiculous." You pouted. You're boyfriend decided that it would be funny, to not give you any affection for the whole day. Whenever you leaned in for a kiss, he would dodge it. Whenever you tried to hug him, he managed to wiggle out of your grip. "Nu-uh it's only getting interesting now." Seungmin playfully winked at you and gave you a light pat on your head. Gosh you hate this little game of his. "I swear to god if you keep doing this to me, I will find someone else to cuddle with!" The smile on Seungmin's face disappeared as his eyes widened in shock. "Say sike right now or I will throw hands." (it's getting late and I'm so sorry) You didn't respond and just walked out the room. Seungmin soon followed and grabbed your hand. "I'm so sorry y/n. This was all a joke I really didn't mean to upset you." You saw the pain glisten in his eyes. Immediate guilt tripped over you. But then you remembered about his antics earlier. "Ha! Got you! The only one who I was going to cuddle was Mr. Flower bear. (Mr. Flower bear was a gift from Seungmin, for Valentine's Day. You named him that, because he had a flower crown on it's head.) Seungmin's shoulders dropped as a sigh of relief escaped his lips. "Oh my God, you almost gave me a heart attack. From now on I'm never letting you out my arms ever again." Sweet victory.

Jeongin:

Istg he makes me so soft I'm- You stood there with a big, comfy pillow in your arms. Jeongin opened the door and you were immediately hit with his precious smile and his little claps of excitement. "Hi, y/n! You ready?" It was an intense, late night, pillow fort movie marathon. You two just finished the last Harry Potter movie and having a debate over what's the best spell in the movie. "Common, Jeongin, Wingardium Leviosa is iconic. You can't deny that." "Yeah, but Expecto Patronum is still cooler. Would you rather make something float or see your spirit animal? I think that anyone with the right mind would pick the spirit animal." You sighed in defeat. You knew that he is too stubborn and you wondered why did you even start the debate. "Fine you win, let's watch another movie and then let's go to bed, it's getting late." "No pressure, but the last movie matters the most." You lock eyes with him and understand that a battle for the remote control is coming. You kissed him on the cheek, making him flustered and got a head start. Once he realized what you were doing, Jeongin caught you in his grip and started tickling you. You lost your balance from laughing so hard and right before you hit the floor Jeongin managed to catch your head. "Whoah, are you okay? I'm so sorry y/n, I didn't want you to get hurt." "I'm fine, but now I have the advantage of choosing the movie." Jeongin just showed you his tounge and hugged you tighter. "Whatever. As long as I spend time with you, I'm happy." You laughed at his cheesy line. "Gosh, I love you."

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horansqueen · 5 years ago

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AM Conversations : chapter 36

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

CHAPTER 1 || CHAPTER 2 || CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 4 || CHAPTER 5 || CHAPTER 6 || CHAPTER 7 || CHAPTER 8 || CHAPTER 9 || CHAPTER 10 || CHAPTER 11 || CHAPTER 12 || CHAPTER 13 || CHAPTER 14 || CHAPTER 15 || CHAPTER 16 || CHAPTER 17 || CHAPTER 18 || CHAPTER 19 || CHAPTER 20 || CHAPTER 21 || CHAPTER 22 || CHAPTER 23 || CHAPTER 24 || CHAPTER 25 || CHAPTER 26 || CHAPTER 27 || CHAPTER 28 || CHAPTER 29 || CHAPTER 30 || CHAPTER 31 || CHAPTER 32 || CHAPTER 33 || CHAPTER 34 || CHAPTER 35

NOTES:

-one chapter is her pov, the next is his. -4.1k -im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it. -there WILL be smut. but not only smut. -this is a romance, comedy, smut story. -for the summary, check my MASTERLIST.

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- note for this chapter: that was not easy. i feel like its my worst chapter so far but i stlll hope you guys enjoy it. yes its their first time and yea its a bit awks but i guess thats how it was meant to be. i promise more smut asap. actually there will be a smut scene in the next chapter and i wont make it all loving and awkward like the one in this chapter lol! thank you so much of you read, like, reblog, comment or message me! ily! here’s the ‘request’ i sort of added in this chapter!

Chapter 36 : His chapter

NIALL

I could barely remember getting back home and falling asleep in my bed. The only thing I could clearly remember was the warmth of her body when she cuddled me and the short and low whimpers she let out before falling asleep. It's not that the ride was long or that we hadn't slept in the past few days but for some reason, we were both exhausted. When I opened my eyes, it was already dark outside and I grimaced. It was hard to tell what time it was and I just closed my eyes again and pulled Liv closer with one of my arms. She whimpered again but kept her eyes closed.

"What time is it?" she mumbled, gripping the front of my shirt over my stomach and making me smile a bit.

"Any time between four pm and seven in the morning." I let out, making her lips curl.

She sighed and I knew she was forcing herself to wake up and I watched her as her eyes fluttered open but remained half-closed anyway. They met mine and we both smiled at each other as I let my hand rub gently her back. She shivered but moved up slightly so her head was closer to mine and it made me smile more.

"There's something waiting for you in the living room." I just whispered, making her frown. "Under the tree or somewhere near it, I believe."

This time, her curiosity seemed stronger than her tiredness and her eyes opened completely. They roamed on my face before she frowned and a smirk appeared on her lips, making me chuckle. She moved up, holding herself with her hands on the mattress as she looked down in my eyes. I saw her gaze move to my lips before she kissed me gently and suddenly, she jumped over me, almost tripping on her own feet, getting up next to the bed. I was still laying down and I let my eyes run on her back and down to her ass. She was only wearing a shirt I was pretty sure belonged to me and a pair of black panties and I couldn't help but be slightly excited by the sight.

We had been so close to make love at my mom's and it was a shame we hadn't. With the discussion we had had right before, it would have been the perfect time to show her how much i love and want her. At the same time, though, I knew why we decided against it and it was better this way. Without thinking, I brought my hand to her butt and slipped a finger in her panties, on one of her cheeks. It made her jump and she turned around, making my finger slip out and making me laugh.

"Niall!"

"What?" I asked still laughing, shrugging and sending her a smirk. "You place your beautiful ass right in front of my face, what did you expect?"

She grimaced, scrunching her nose and eyes at the same time and it was so endearing that it made me stop laughing. She shook her head slightly and licked her lips.

"Come on, get up, I want to find out what's waiting for me in the living room!" she urged me, her eyebrows now raised up. "You got me curious."

"Only if you don't put pants on."

Her traits softened and she smiled fondly at me, a spark of amusement gracing her face.

"Deal."

She ran to the living room and I got out of bed slowly to follow her. I leaned against the wall and smiled when I realized she had lighted up the tree only and was on her knees, trying to find her gift on the floor.

"Love." I said to catch her attention, raising my eyebrows in an amused way. She turned to me and I crossed my arms on my chest. "Look slightly up."

She moved up, still on her knees, and her eyes got bigger when she noticed something hanging on one of the branches. She bit her bottom lip, staring at it for a while, and it made something stir in my stomach. I walked up to her and sat on the floor, leaning back slightly and holding myself with my hands behind me.

"It's just a little something." I pointed out as she grabbed the box, her eyes moving up to meet mine. "Nothing big but... I don't know." I shrugged. "I saw it and thought of you."

She licked her lips without saying anything and finally opened it. She stared at the necklace for so long as I tried to decipher her expression without much success.

"I know, it's a bit cliché but, I know you love hearts and I thought, I mean, I don't know, if you don't like it we can always go back to the store and you can pick something else."

Without looking at me, she took it out of the box and put it around her neck. I could see the diamonds on the golden heart shine with the white lights of the tree and I ended up wondering if it would have been prettier with multicolored lights, like she had proposed a few days ago.

"It's perfect." she whispered, running the tip of her forefinger on the heart. "Thank you Niall."

Her voice was low but I could swear it had cracked a bit and when i looked up in her eyes, I could see she was tearing up. The sight was incredible with the illuminated tree behind her and I felt my heart swell with love.

"Come here." I said even lower with a quick head movement.

Her lips curled a bit more and she got closer, bringing her lips on mine. I closed my eyes and deepened it before she nibbled gently on my bottom lip. I let out a short groan and smiled a bit, keeping my eyes closed.

"Merry Christmas, Niall." she whispered this time, smiling against my mouth.

"Christmas was a few days ago darling." I argued with a chuckle, feeling her warm breath hit my skin.

"Maybe I have a late gift for you, too."

My heart jumped at her words and I immediately felt bad for the thoughts in my head but when I felt her move closer, my heartbeats accelerated. I spread my legs on the floor and she straddled me, her lips still attached to mine, but I couldn't move. I felt her ass on my thighs and I kissed her deeper as I felt my fingers scratch down, trying to grip the carpet.

"Do you love me?" her voice came to my ears in a murmur and I finally opened my eyes to look at her.

"Yes, I love you, Olivia."

"Real love?"

The thought of that day when she admitted her feelings to me and asked me the same thing came to my mind and I kept staring in her eyes. This time, I was not going to disappoint her, I was not going to hurt her.

"Real love."

She smiled and grabbed the bottom of my shirt, moving it gently but with difficulty over my head. I laughed when she pulled on it a bit harder as it got stuck in my ear and she raised her nose up in a grimace.

"Such a clumsy ass." I joked, staring at her before she let out a low groan.

She finally let my shirt fall in the floor next to us and I kept my body slightly leaned back if only to have a good view of her. I was just thinking about slipping my hands under her shirt when she slowly took it off, shaking her head a bit to move her hair out and my eyes fell on the necklace around her neck, laying on her skin, near her breasts.

"Fuck, that's such a sight."

She giggled a bit and I finally moved my gaze up to look up at her. She was sitting on me, we were both almost naked, and I couldn't take my eyes off of hers.

"Can I touch you?"

Her lips curled into a fond smile and she slowly nodded. It took me a few seconds to sit up and I ran the fingertips of one of my hands between her breasts, sliding gently on the heart of her necklace. I tried to keep that image forever in my head and held my breath when my fingers moved to one of her nipples. Her lips parted but she kept staring at me and I let my fingers run down on her stomach to her panties. Two of my fingers slid on her core, over her panties and she let out a short and low whimper.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Her answer was quick and she seemed so sure of herself that I pressed my fingers more between her legs. She ground down on them and the sight of her pushing her hips towards me made me even more excited than I already was. I couldn't wait and just slipped my hand in her panties, my fingers rubbing gently against her pussy and coating them immediately.

"Fuck you're so wet already." I whispered, looking back at her face.

Her eyes were closed and her lips still parted, and it made me want to kiss her more than I ever wanted to. I kept moving my hand slowly over her and brought my mouth to her neck, kissing and nibbling gently on her skin. It made her whimper again and I could feel myself get harder at the sound. I wanted to feel myself inside her so bad I couldn't think straight and I tried to focus only on her instead. I slipped two of my fingers inside her and I heard her let out a curse word in a whisper. It made me groan when her hips moved again and I bit her neck harder as soon as she started riding my fingers gently.

"I want you so fucking bad." I breathed out as I brought my thumb to her clit. "You make me so hard, petal."

She stopped moving over my fingers and just got off me, struggling and squirming to take her panties off as I watched her. She was endearing and she cursed again, making me chuckle. She moved closer to me and pulled on my boxers, making me smile even more. I moved my ass up to help her but I couldn't take my eyes off of her naked body until she was back on me, straddling me.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to make this awkward." she just said, grimacing slightly and making me chuckle again.

"Don't apologize, this is perfect."

She cupped my face and I felt my eyes flutter when she moved closer to press her mouth against mine. She pushed her body against mine and I could feel my cock rub against her lower stomach. I felt so horny and excited for what was going to happen that I groaned in her mouth, I slipped my hand on her arms and down to her waist, grabbing it tight. She probably took it as a request because she got up on her knees and moved even closer. I stiffened when I felt the tip of my cock press against her pussy and slowly, she sat on me, making my grip tighten on her waist.

"Fuck, please, don't move." I almost begged her, shutting my eyes tighter.

I had never thought I could be close to an orgasm so quick but I knew that if she moved even just slightly, I would probably cum right before we even started. I knew that the wait, the teasing and the thought of making love with her had made this moment even better but I wanted it to last. I could feel her throb around me and it felt so good that a shiver crossed my back, making me quiver very slightly.

I opened my eyes only to see her hands run on her breasts slowly before one of them reached between her legs. She remained motionless except for her fingertips brushing gently against her clit and without thinking, I pushed my hips up and made her whimper louder. She started moving over me as my hands reached for her thighs, traveling on her soft skin as I felt myself slip in and out of her.

"Darlin' you feel so good." I whispered, tilting my chin up to look at her.

She kissed me again, her hips grinding down on me and moaning in my mouth and I couldn't help it. I brought my hands to her waist again and pushed my body her way. She gripped my shoulders as I was laying her on the carpet and laughed a bit as I hovered over her.

"You like to be in control, Horan?" she asked with amusement, a large smile gracing her lips.

My eyes roamed on her face and my smile grew.

"Oh you have no idea, pet."

She bit her bottom lip and I dipped my head down to kiss her again as I pushed myself as deep as I could inside her. She moved her knees up and started grinding against me in rhythm with my thrusts, bringing me closer and closer to an orgasm.

I moved up a bit to enjoy how fucked she looked. Her hands were placed palms up on each side of her head as her hair was sprawled around her head. She looked beautiful and I wanted nothing more than to make her cum. I let the fingers of one of my hands brush against her arm before it reached her hand and immediately, she gripped my fingers tight. I allowed myself to lay completely on her and did the same with her other hand.

"Oh my god, you're gonna make me cum."

The thought made my whole body throb as I desperately pushed myself inside her, still gripping her hands tight and when I felt an orgasm hit me, I buried my face in her neck and groaned louder than I thought I would. I kept moving in and out of her even after I came down from my high and without thinking, I bit the skin of her neck, making her squirm beneath me.

"Fuck, Niall!"

She started shaking and I just stared at her, admiring her as she came hard, her thighs pressed against my sides, trapping me close to her and her back arching. After a few seconds, she sighed but let out a few whimpers and her eyes opened, meeting mine. We looked at each other for a while and she moved her head slightly, her hair now messy but still spread around her face. She was glowing with happiness and I knew I most likely was too.

"I'm... i'm sorry it didn't last longer."

She started laughing and brought one of her hands in my hair, pushing on my head to bring me close. She kissed me but laughed again against my mouth before I finally pushed myself away from her to lie down next to her on the floor. Once again, I felt her hand reach for mine and she squeezed it tight.

"I thought we'd do that in a bed." she finally admitted after about a minute of silence. "I thought i'd be too nervous to get an orgasm."

"I thought I'd cum too quick and I did." I confessed with a chuckle, feeling her turn her head to look at me.

"But you kept going until I came too." she pointed out, making me turn my head too to look at her. "I appreciate that."

I let my eyes roam on her face, noticing her shining eyes and her red cheeks, and brought one of my hands on one, brushing my thumb against it softly.

"I love you." I expressed, making my own heart skip a beat.

She was beautiful and I seemed to be stuck in that post-orgasm state where everything is perfect until I realized that it had not much to do with the orgasm and more to do with the whole situation. I was exactly where I was supposed to be with the right person and no other feeling could ever top that.

"I love you too." she whispered, licking her lips. "I love you more than anything."

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When the door opened a very happy (and maybe slightly tipsy) Louis appeared, his arms wide open before he took me into a tight hug.

"NEIL YOU'RE HERE!"

I laughed but hugged him back before he turned to my girlfriend and sent her a smirk, tilting his head. He moved his head frenetically and Olivia chuckled, taking a step closer as he engulfed her in a hug too and kissed her cheek.

"I'm very happy you're here, both of you!"

He let us in and I could feel Liv a bit tensed next to me. I grabbed her hand in mine and squeezed her fingers in an attempt to show her I was there with her and she held my hand tight back.

"Hey everyone! The lovers have finally arrived and they're holding hands!"

A bunch of people turned to us and I rolled my eyes as I heard a few 'Hey!'s and 'Hello's being shouted. I smiled and waved with my free hand before shaking my head a bit and looking at my friend.

"You're a pain in my ass, Tommo, you know that don't you?"

"Totally doing it on purpose Niall." he smirked and turned his head to look at Olivia and wink at her. "Love what you did with your hair."

He didn't give her time to answer and she just stuck her tongue at him, making him laugh as he walked away, turning to us and going backwards.

"Wine? Beer?" he asked, his eyebrows raised and pointing at us with both hands.

"Wine!" we replied at the same time, making us both laugh.

I turned to her and she was extending her pinky to me, making me roll my eyes. I intertwined mine around it and stared in her eyes with a smile as I tried to think of a wish to make. We always did that when we talked at the same time and we always preferred that to the common jinx thing people did.

"Key." she whispered with a smile.

I bit my bottom lip and without thinking, I wished to keep this beautiful girl in my life until forever.

"Lock." I finally replied to keep our wishes a secret, sending her a fond smile as she took her hand away from mine.

Louis came back with two glasses of wine and we thanked him, both of us taking a quick sip to ease our nerves. I pulled her with me to the living room and we found a place on the couch to sit together. The room was full and I started thinking coming here for New Year's Eve was a bad idea.

"Are you okay?" she asked as I inhaled deeply and nodded.

"No yea, i'll be okay."

"If at some point you need fresh air or just to go upstairs for a while i'm sure Louis will understand."

I was about to answer when Julie and Liam walked to us. We got up to hug them and finally sat back down as they sat in front of us.

"I just knew you guys would make the cutest couple." Julie laughed as Liam put his arm around her shoulders. "It was just a matter of time."

I glanced at Liv who seemed to blush and I smirked with a shrug.

"Yea I guess i'm a bit slow." I admitted, half-joking. "But we're good now."

I ran my hand on my girlfriend's leg, my fingertips brushing gently on the inside of her thighs. It made her shiver and I smiled more, enjoying the effect I had on her. We chatted for a little bit about everything we planned to do during the next year and at some point I just shrugged again, leaning against the couch and bringing one of my legs on the other, my ankle leaning on my thigh and my knee pressed on my girlfriend's thigh.

"The trip I have planned, of course, but after that then I don't know." I explained. "I'll write no doubt but I don't see myself releasing any music soon, at least not until the end of the year. I'll be busy."

I turned to Olivia and she sent me a small smile before biting her bottom lip and I barely heard Liam laugh as Julie let out a too loud "awww!" I kept staring at my girlfriend, realizing how bad I wanted to spend time with her and focus on her for a while, and felt a twist in my chest at the thought of not seeing her for a few weeks. I was never the clingy type of guy, I was mostly independent and laid-back, but that didn't mean I was not going to miss my best friend and my lover pretty much the whole time I would be away. The truth was, it was the first time I felt like that for someone, and it made me realize that everything I didn't care about in my past relationships seemed to matter a bit more in this one. Like spending 6 weeks away from her.

I don't know what came over me but I moved closer and cupped her face, bringing her head up before pressing my mouth against hers. I let my lips hungrily move against hers as I kissed her slowly but deeply. I forgot about everyone in the house, forgot about where we were, forgot about anything that was not Olivia and I. I just wanted to taste her and show her how much I loved her and how much I would miss her without using any word.

"Fooking hell, Neil, get a room!"

I kept my eyes closed and groaned low against my girlfriend's mouth, slowly coming back to reality and when I finally turned to the voice, I realized all my friends were staring at us. Louis was smirking again and I rolled my eyes with a smile.

"Yours, Louis?"

He turned to Liv and raised his nose up with amusement.

"I wouldn't recommend it, love." he let out. "So many unholy things happened there, it could ruin your virtue."

This time, she laughed and raised her eyebrows.

"Oh you clearly know nothing about me, Tommo, nothing at all."

I turned my head to look at her again and let my eyes roam on her profile as she smirked at him. I wanted to know what she meant, I wanted to know what she liked and what kind of things she wanted me to do to her. Just the thought made me feel a bit dizzy and I cleared my throat, trying to get out of my sexual daydream.

"Yea? When Neil is gone, we can hang out then." he proposed, making my heart sink in my chest. "Imma find out everything about you there is to learn."

"Works for me." she chuckled, raising one of her shoulders.

"Alright! Now let's go to the kitchen, dinner's ready!"

Louis clapped in his hands and everyone got up to follow him. I stopped Liv who was about to leave by grabbing her wrist gently. She turned to me and sent me a smile, making my lips curl immediately.

"I'm gonna find out about how unholy you are before he does, right?"

This time, she laughed and shook her head, bringing her hands to my cheeks and running one of her thumbs on my lips. I loved the way she was looking at me and when she got on her tiptoes, I could have sworn she was going to kiss me but she remained very close to me and her amused smile turned into a mischievous one.

"Of course." she whispered. "I'll tell you, and then i'll show you."

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bebecue · 5 years ago

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Inspired by this fantaken and @danygoms‘s tags, plus @shownuubear bringing both to my attention. (ily my chaotic qmbb)

Biker!Wonho x Reader | Fluff | 1.5k words

Your eyes widen and your breaths become shallow at the distant rumble of an oncoming motorcycle. You attempt to focus on the latte you’re currently making, but as the rumbles become louder, your hands start to shake. You manage to form a foam fern without incident, and you place the cup carefully onto the awaiting saucer on the counter.

“Order up!” you yell at Hyungwon, who takes the coffee wordlessly, and makes a beeline to a table at the back of the cafe.

You take his place at the register, and you check your apron for any unsightly stains, tighten the straps, making sure it fits snugly on your chest. You gaze out the glass front doors of the cafe, craning your neck as much as you can so that you can see down the end of the street. Sure enough, a black Suzuki Intruder pulls up to the front of the cafe within the next few seconds, its rider wearing leather as black as their motorcycle. The rumbles come to a halt, and the rider parks their bike next to one of the potted plants out the front, hopping off of it effortlessly and pushing out the kickstand. They take their helmet off - also black, decorated with delicate details of roses and thorns in gold.

You inhale sharply as the helmet comes off and you catch a glimpse of his face - he’s unbelievably handsome. Dark hair, soft eyes, and ears that stick out in the most endearing way. He catches you looking at him, and he grins at you, his smile causing your heart to flutter. You attempt to return his smile, and you grip the edges of the counter, stretching your cheeks out.

Hyungwon returns to the register, and raises an eyebrow at you.

“I thought you said you didn’t want to take orders right now.”

You give him a swift sideways glance. “It’s okay, I’ll do this one.”

Hyungwon briefly peeks at you, then at the doors where the leather-clad rider had just entered, taking his gloves off as he makes his way to the counter.

“Whatever,” Hyungwon drawls as he makes his way to the espresso machine. “Get his number this time, will you? Put us all out of our misery.”

You attempt to gently kick out at Hyungwon as he passes behind you, but he dodges it with ease, his chuckles turning into guffaws when he sees your annoyed scowl.

“Wonho,” you make an effort to sound as nonchalant as you can as the rider reaches the counter. “What can I get for you today?”

“The usual,” he says with a wink.

“Another iced americano?” you reply, punching it into the teller system. “When are you gonna order something more exciting? Don’t you wanna spice it up a little?”

Wonho’s mouth quirks to the side as he contemplates on a response. Hyungwon starts on his order, and you see him shake his head out of the corner of your eye.

Wonho beams at you. “As long as you’re the one making it, then I’ll be excited with whatever I get.”

Hyungwon pretends to retch while he’s finishing up the coffee, and you can’t decide if you’re thankful that Wonho is looking at you and not him, or if you’re afraid that Wonho will notice that you’re chewing on the inside of your lip.

“I guess not today, then.” Wonho accepts the tall glass from Hyungwon’s outstretched hand. “But I bet this will taste just as good. Thanks!”

You watch Wonho turn and head to the far end of the cafe with his drink, eyeing at how his leather jacket stretches across his broad back. You wonder what it would feel like to be on that bike, leaning against that leather-clad back as the wind whips past you-

“You didn’t get his number,” Hyungwon mutters, interrupting your daydream. You sigh as you give him his place back at the register, and he rolls his eyes.

“Just let me look from afar, that’s enough.” Another sigh escapes you as you return to clean up the espresso machine. “I’m just happy taking his coffee order.”

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“I’m sorry, what?”

“Please,” Kihyun pleads. “I need to get these pastries to the YGE building by tonight. You gotta help me out, this can get me a really good catering gig.”

You stare at your manager, not sure if his request is actually registering properly in your mind. “That’s all the way out in Hongdae. How are you going to manage that?”

“I don’t know!” Kihyun grunts. “That’s why I need your help! The CEO asked for them to be hand-delivered personally so she can taste them. They need to be there in less than two hours.”

“Can’t you get a delivery service?”

“I don’t trust them,” he spits, almost interrupting your advice. “I need someone who knows how to handle them properly.”

You try not to reciprocate Kihyun’s frustration, but it’s proving to be difficult. “How am I supposed to get there?”

“That-that guy,” he stammers, earning himself a puzzled stare from you. “The one always wearing leather, the one with the bike. The one who’s always flirting with you.”

Kihyun continues to wrap the pastries on the counter and pack them into a cardboard box. “He just came in ten minutes ago. Ask if he can give you a ride. I’m sure he’d do it.”

“Wonho,” Hyungwon pipes up from behind the pastry cabinet. You wish he could see the glare you’re directing at him.

“Wonho!” Kihyun repeats, enthusiastic.

“Yeah?” A new voice enters the conversation, and Kihyun yelps, almost dropping one of his pastries. You turn your head quickly, and see Wonho at the counter, placing his tray and empty glass with the other returned dishes.

“Hey-” you start to greet him before Kihyun interrupts you.

“Wonho!” he exclaims, closing up the cardboard box. “Are you busy right now?”

Wonho raises an eyebrow at Kihyun, but an intrigued grin remains on his face. “At eight in the evening? Not really.”

“Great,” Kihyun says, as he hands you the box. “We need a favor. I promise you all the coffee you could ever want in return.”

“I’m in,” Wonho confirms, putting on the leather jacket that was draped over his shoulders.

You look back at Kihyun, who looks like a tremendous weight has just been lifted off his shoulders. “Great. I need the two of you to make a delivery.” Kihyun’s eyes swivel back and forth between you and Wonho. “And it needs to be fast.”

You watch as Wonho manages to squeeze a beefed-up arm into each jacket sleeve, and you suddenly become aware of how heavy your breathing has become.

“I hope you don’t mind helmet hair,” he murmurs, giving you another devastating wink.

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The entire ride to Hongdae, you felt like you were about to burst with nerves and adrenaline. Keeping the box safe and undamaged was your first priority, and keeping yourself on the bike was second. It was much shorter than you imagined. Half an hour by car turned out to be fifteen minutes by motorcycle. Sure, Wonho slipping in and out of traffic made you want to throw up multiple times, but he got you and the pastries safely to Hongdae. That was all that mattered.

Wonho waited at the reception area while you were taken up to the top floors of the YG Entertainment building to personally deliver the pastries. CEO Hwang ate one of the pastries as she welcomed you into her office, and called Kihyun right there and then. Their conversation was short, and it ended with her saying “yes, yes, yes” on the phone, while she handed you a signed album as a tip, and pushed you out of the office.

You soon find yourself laughing with Wonho as you’re both seen out of the building by security. You find yourself mirroring his broad smile as he zips his jacket up, recalling at how scared you both were when another random delivery guy had cut in front of you on the journey there.

“If Kihyun’s pastries were going to be ruined by that guy, I would have cried.”

“What, you don’t care what happens to us or the bike?”

“Dude, no one messes with Kihyun’s pastries. You’ve tasted them before, right?”

Wonho stops in his tracks, and you stop with him, waiting for his response. “Now that I think about it, I don’t think I have.”

“They are out of this world,” you insist, without skipping a beat. You start walking again, almost at his bike. “Don’t die before you try one.”

“Oh, wait.” You hold up the signed album you’ve been clutching in your hand since you stepped out of CEO Hwang’s office. “She gave me this, but I think you deserve it.”

Wonho laughs, his mouth opening wide. You decide that you like seeing him amused. “Thanks, but I don’t really want it. I’m just happy to finally get you on the back of my bike.”

A curious warmth spreads across your cheeks, and you let out a shaky breath as Wonho hands you your helmet. You put it on before he can notice your bemused expression, climbing on behind him.

This time, there’s no box of pastries that you need to protect with your life - it’s just you and Wonho.

“Hold on tight,” he commands you, starting the Suzuki up.

You wrap both your arms around his torso. You lean on his back, relishing in how you feel both secure and exhilarated at the same time.

“We’ll take the scenic route back,” he yells over the rumbles. “I think you should enjoy the ride this time.”

You’re hoping he can’t feel your heart beating against his back. You swear you’re able to hear it over the sound of the motorcycle. “Sounds good to me!”

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buriedinbleach · 6 years ago

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‘Second Chances’ - Ch.1

Ok everyone, here’s chapter one of ‘Second Chances’ or ‘Kensei’s long ass fic’ as it has become affectionately known. As a reminder, this was originally intended to be part of the Big Bang before I backed out, but I still wanted to give you guys the fic. This was also a prompt submitted by my darling train anon - ILY for blessing me this idea. I had no idea how badly I needed to write this until I got your ask! I’ll trickle out chapters as I can while trying to keep up with the rest of my ask box. My goal is to have all 10 chapters published by June/July, and then hit you with the epilogue on July 30 - for reasons.

I hope you eventually have as much fun reading it as I am having writing it.

Quick reminder of the premise of the fic:

Its a story of finding love in the World of the Living, losing that love, and having to find them again in the Soul Society. How does he find them? How does he convince them that they belong together? Will they ever truly remember him? Sometimes goodbye is a second chance.

*Cut for length, not smut.That’ll come later...

Chapter 1 - A Choice

‘Its ok, Kensei. I’m ok. This isn’t where we end, I promise. Its our new beginning.’

That was exactly what you wanted to tell him, what you planned to tell him, rehearsing it in your head a million times while you waited. Instead, you found yourself unable to form the words when the moment finally came. You could only hope that your reassuring smile conveyed what your throat couldn’t as it tightened in a wave of overwhelming emotion.

Kensei’s pained gaze burned into your bright, glassy eyes in disbelief, unwilling to accept - and unable to process - just how his entire world had changed in mere minutes. You leaned forward, pressing your lips to his, inhaling his scent deeply - one last time before you felt an irresistible pull. It was time to go.

Dying didn’t hurt. But this, leaving him and the look on his face, was agony.

***

Kisuke and Tessai always did have a knack for picking up strays - particularly when said stray had exceptionally strong spiritual pressure. You were no different. Another wandering outlier to add to their menagerie. The fact that you were human didn’t matter to either of them, they had Jinta and Ururu after all.

“What’s one more human to add to our merry band of misfits?! Especially when she’s so easy on the eyes, right?” Kisuke had told Tessai - well out of earshot of you - knowing that such a comment would earn him a swift smack to the back of the head. If he was lucky.

Tessai simply rolled his eyes. He never had any intention of sending you away in the first place, it wasn’t like you had anywhere else to go. After he had witnessed you gently persuade Jinta to finally work, your position in the Urahara Shoten - and Tessai’s eyes - was as good as gold. With you around, he was free to focus his energy on keeping the shop in pristine condition, instead of wasting time ‘motivating’ Jinta with thinly veiled threats - very thinly veiled.

Accepting a job with them which came with the added benefit of living in a nearby flat rent free courtesy of Kisuke. You were curious, but never bothered to question why ‘landlord of empty apartments’ fell under his list of mysteriously and oddly successful business ventures. Instead, you chose to focus on the fact that you now had a place to belong, with friends you suspected were a lot like you - a little different.

Urahara’s shop was where you first saw him. Kisuke may have started your life down the distinctly different path you were marching towards now but, as you would soon find out, he wouldn’t be the one to change it. That could only have ever been accomplished by one person - Kensei Muguruma. Even if neither of you knew it at the time.

***

It was a slow day, even by Urahara’s standards. You sat perched on a tall chair behind the counter, passing the time with a new book Tessai had given you, glancing up periodically to watch Jinta and Ururu outside. Jinta’s sudden hysterical laugh trickled in through the shop’s open front doors, and two new voices reached your ears, though they were nearly drowned out by Jinta as he grew steadily louder.

‘Finally some customers!’ You thought excitedly, sitting up a little straighter and looking eagerly out the window when you saw the back of an unmistakable blonde head. Shinji. You sigh, slumping back down in the chair, defeated, turning your eyes back to your book. ‘Nevermind.’ He rarely ever bought anything. Not that you knew of anyway.

Shinji was a frequent visitor to the shop, but always came to talk to Kisuke or Tessai, on occasion you would do if he just wanted to shoot the shit and they weren’t around. He loved to banter, and enjoyed trading jokes and little snide comments with you because you could give just as well as you could take. Shinji relished in those exchanges, finally finding a kindred spirit he could joke around with.

Jinta’s maniacal laugh mixed with the soft tinkling of a bell could be heard as Shinji pulled the shop door closed behind him, grumbling and rubbing his stomach. “Stupid kid… should watch where he swings that damn bat. Hey doll, aren’t ya s’pose ta be watchin’ him?!” Marking your place in the book, you raise your eyes to look at him, preparing a smart remark when you freeze.

Shinji wasn’t alone this time.

“They’re… um, they’re old enough to handle themselves.” You finally sputter out, forcefully tearing your eyes from his scowling companion to look back at Shinji. “Besides, if it means letting Jinta smack you around with his bat, why wouldn’t I let them play unsupervised?” A smile drifts over your lips, your eyes can’t help but glance back at Shinji’s friend.

The scowl had somewhat lifted from his face, softening his handsome features as he stares back at you, studying, unable to look away. Shinji, temporarily forgetting the sore muscles of his stomach from Jinta’s bat, grins wickedly looking back and forth between the two of you before casually speaking again, letting his voice cut through the heavy silence.

“Oh, I forgot to introduce you.” Shinji positively beams with delight upon feeling the change in Kensei’s spiritual pressure, the tension rippling from him in waves. “This is my housemate Kensei Muguruma. ___ works in the shop with Kisuke and Tessai.”

Kensei’s deep brown eyes are glued to you again, this time at least he had an excuse thanks to Shinji’s introduction. Absorbing every detail, they come to rest on your lips as you open your mouth to speak. He watches every syllable taking form, falling fluidly from your beautiful lips. “Nice to meet you, Kensei.” Your eyes meet his briefly before you quickly look back at Shinji, feeling the heat rise in your face from the intensity of his stare, praying they don’t notice.

Hearing you say his name would have been enough, but the look you shared? That hit Kensei hard. Just like a powerful punch straight to the gut that nearly sends him reeling. He blinks, forcing his eyes to refocus, to reorient himself in the room - in your presence - only to find himself standing still, with Shinji smirking stupidly next to him.

“Uh... you too.” Kensei grumbled, raising his arm and rubbing the back of his neck, as if it would relieve some of his agitation. You watched, transfixed as his biceps bulged and danced, twitching unconsciously, until he dropped his hand to his side again. Every inch of him looked like it was sculpted to perfection, especially his face. ‘Gods, he is gorgeous.’

You were on fire. Heat flooded over you again, scorching you from the tips of your toes to the top of your head in a violent flash. They must have noticed by now, but you were temporarily distracted from your worry by the strange jerking motion of Shinji’s head. Kensei cocked an eyebrow, unamused with Shinji’s not-so-subtle nods in your direction. Kensei’s hand balled into a tight fist, the leather of his gloves creaking out a warning.

“Uh, right. So, Kisuke here?” Shinji asked, walking up to the counter, leaning casually on one elbow. You stared back down at the book in front of you, willing your eyes to focus on the letters typed across the page, but it was no use when you could feel the intensity of his glare concentrated solely on you. ‘No, I’ve got to be imagining that.’

Snapping the book shut, you look up at Shinji - and only Shinji. “Nope. He’s supposed be back the day after tomorrow.” You hazard a look at Kensei out of the corner of your eye. Just a quick peek, what could it…

Mistake.

Your head snapped back to Shinji quickly, your pulse pounding. Kensei had been staring at you; his eyes sharp and focused, moving over your face and the rest of your body that wasn’t hidden behind the counter. A look of interest, confusion, and something else you could only interpret as judgment painted all over his features. His incredibly gorgeous features…

“Figures. What about-” Shinji’s voice cut into your daydream, sharply calling you back to reality.

“Tessai too. Why would you even bother to ask?” You watched Shinji closely as he considered your words for a moment, then grinned widely.

“Welp, guess we better head out then. See ya around doll. I’ll drop by when Kisuke gets back.” Shinji lazily informed. He straightened his back, moved like he was stretching then headed for the door, slowly.

As Kensei walked past you to follow Shinji, the two of you shared one last look; your eyes locked onto his, your faces nearly blank except Kensei’s ever present underlying scowl. A flicker of worry crossed your mind, ‘Does he hate me? He couldn’t, we just met. Maybe he always looks like he wants to murder you.’

Once they’d both reached the door, Shinji and Kensei turned back to you to say goodbye when you interrupted. “Watch yourself when you go back outside. Jinta’s swinging for the fences now.”

Shinji turned to look back outside, his eyes narrowing sharply to keep the magenta-haired boy directly in his line of sight. “Right… thanks for the reminder.”

Kensei glanced back at you one last time before pushing the door open, watching you smile and raise your hand slightly in a little wave. He felt the corner of his mouth twitch up in a slight grin before he nodded briskly and left. You smiled a little wider, ‘Definitely doesn’t hate me... I think.’

They had barely rounded the corner of the building and stepped onto the empty sidewalk when Kensei glanced back, debating whether they had covered enough distance to speak freely. Well, freely enough - for Kensei, that is.

“She’s human?” Kensei asked, doing his best to act casually, but the fact that he’d taken an interest at all had already given him away.

Shinji grinned again, glancing to his right to inspect Kensei, satisfied with his tight-knit, contemplative brow. Shinji watched closely as Kensei’s eyes narrowed in on the empty void of distance ahead of them, clearly lost in thought. He could practically see the wheels turning in Kensei’s mind; cautiously considering, obviously trying to talk himself out of an interest Shinji never thought he’d allow himself take. A human. In the world of the living.

It was too good to let slide. “Yep. And she’s hot, right?”

Kensei pointedly ignored the knowing smile Shinji wasn’t bothering to conceal. His deep voice didn’t betray any emotion, but Shinji could feel the conflict rising in him nonetheless. “Her spiritual pressure… its…”

“Strong, right?” Shinji’s confidence and amusement with his friends rattled state would have been predictable, if Kensei has been paying any attention to anything Shinji said or did at that point. He had ceased caring the minute they stepped foot in the shop and saw you, and he didn’t quite know how to feel about that. “Like-”

“Really strong.” Kensei agreed before slipping back into his own restless, conflicting thoughts once again.

***

Shinji was back two days later, and he wasn’t alone.

Tessai stood in the doorway of the shop, yelling instructions at Jinta and Ururu - mostly Jinta. You were busying yourself by arranging products you had already straightened twice yesterday and once this morning when a shadow crossing in front of the shop caught your eye. You froze, back half bent, eyes wide as saucers as you tracked the shadow’s progress towards the door, before finally catching a glimpse of a blonde head with a short bob shuffling past.

Shinji. His focus zeroed in on Jinta intently until he raised a hand in greeting to Tessai. He was accompanied by a taller silvery-grey head resting on broad shoulders - firmly packed with thick muscle - following a half step behind.

Oh gods. Shit. Shit.

You straightened quickly, heart pounding wildly with a nervous excitement, making your cheeks feel like they were on fire. Smoothing your hair, you do your best to act casual just as the doors opened. “Hey ___-chan. You remember Kensei.” Shinji nodded his head casually at Kensei standing next to him. Kensei’s eyes were unmistakably trained on you and he was trying - unsuccessfully - to look away. “Kisuke here?”

“To what do we owe the honor, Shinji? It’s not every day my best customers drop by.” Kisuke grinned, lazily leaning against the doorframe. His voice betrayed no hints of the sarcasm implied by his words, but you and Kisuke both knew it was there.

Three pairs of eyes flicked briefly in your direction as your muffled giggled cut through the otherwise quiet room. You coughed, ‘pretending’ to cover it - fooling no one - and smiled again, turning your head to hide your amusement.

“Ah, I see. Maybe you came to check out something other than my merchandise? I’m afraid ___-chan’s not for sale.” Kisuke’s teasing grin was nothing short of devilish as he snapped his fan shut.

All trace of your smile was gone as you gave Kisuke an exasperated groan, shaking your head and rolling your eyes. It wasn’t the first time Kisuke had used that line, it certainly wouldn’t be the last either. You both accepted your roles in the playful dance he casually choreographed. Kisuke was the ‘flirtatious, cheeky shopkeeper’, while you executed your role as the ‘inexplicably uninterested and hard to get assistant’ perfectly. Much to his chagrin. He wasn’t a bad boss. In fact, you had to admit you enjoyed the camaraderie you’d struck up with him, even if it meant enduring a few teasing comments almost daily.

Walking out from your place behind the counter, you ignore the three pairs of eyes following your every step as you glide effortlessly between them, stopping a few feet away from Shinji and Kensei. With your back to the three men, you crouch down to pet a beautifully sleek black cat that had sauntered inside the shop, taking extra care not to bend over and give Kisuke any further reason to tease you.

Kensei and Shinji studied you carefully, watching you murmur whispers to the cat who seemed enamored with you. A cat they both recognized immediately. Kisuke, however, leaned to the side slowly. He shifted to position himself for a better view as you bent lower, scooping up the cat and standing. The floorboards of the shop creaked with his new vantage, the sound ringing out in the silence, giving him away.

“Kisuke!” You shot him an icy glare as you turned back around, though the slight quirk of your lips in a smile softened the reproach in your voice. Brushing past Shinji and Kensei, you walk towards the back of the shop, the black cat draped in your arms.

“Where ya goin’ doll?” Shinji asked, his voice was as playful as ever. Business wasn’t the only reason he had come back to the shop already, and it certainly wasn’t why Kensei had decided to come with him.

“Training. Well, sparring with Yoruichi and probably losing. Mostly just making myself scarce while you talk… ‘business’ or whatever it is Shinji goes on about when he doesn’t buy anything.” You disappear around a corner out of view in the back, your footsteps echoing on the wood floor.

Shinji grumbled. “I heard that.”

“I wanted you to!” You called back, your voice growing distant as you continue walking. Shinji and Kensei know exactly where you’ve gone - with Yoruichi. They just can’t quite believe it.

“Training?!” Kensei and Shinji ask, their necks practically snapping back to look at Kisuke equal parts surprised and suspicious.

“Yoruichi?” Kensei said in disbelief. ‘She knew that was Yoruichi? What the hell else has Kisuke told her!?’

Shinji watched Kisuke suspiciously, sharing in Kensei’s confusion and apprehension. “How much does she know?”

“Well,” Kisuke rubbed the back of his neck, smiling slyly. “More than Jinta and Ururu,” he dropped his hand and his smile widened as he considered both men briefly. “buuut… slightly less than Ichigo and his friends. For now, anyway.”

Shinji’s eyes narrowed, trying his best to quickly work out all of Kisuke’s potential motives for sharing so much with you. “Why her? We’ve been here over 100 years and I don’t think you’ve ever taken an interest in a human. At least, not to this level.”

Kisuke grinned mischievously, “Well, not that you know of.” He turned his back casually and walked down the hall behind him, knowing they would follow. “Now, what did you two need?”

***

Even while Shinji talked over his plans with Kisuke and Kensei interjected periodically, it was obvious there was something else on their minds. That something was you. Currently underground sparring with Yoruichi. Kisuke, never one to pass up the opportunity to see women in body hugging clothing - or nothing at all if he had his way - was the first to suggest heading down to check out your progress once they had finished. Shinji was only too eager, eager and suspicious to find out what you knew. Kensei, on the other hand, looked a little more… well, unreadable - at best - due to his constant discerning scowl.

They descended down into Kisuke’s training ground, the echoes of distant yells and groans of effort making their way to their ears before the pair of you came into view. Yoruichi looked calm and collected; dodging and blocking your strikes, moving swiftly to avoid one after the other - though nowhere near as fast as they knew she could. You, on the other hand, looked liked every last ounce of concentration and strength you possessed was focused on winning.

There was a playful hint to Yoruichi’s casual tone as she spoke with a taunting smile on her face. “C’mon! I know you’re holding back.” With a broad grin, she smacked your hand away and swept your feet out from under you in one swift motion, sending you crashing to your back with a hard thud.

Narrowing your eyes in a sharp glare, breathing heavily from the exertion, you smiled and hurried to get back to your feet. Your mind worked feverishly, trying to anticipate her next move as she tried to draw you into an attack. There was no doubt that your skills and reaction time had improved after months of training with both Yoruichi and Kisuke, but you were still no match for either of them when they really made their minds up to teach you a lesson.

That seemed to be Yoruichi’s precise agenda the minute you decided to strike at her again.

Oblivious to the studious eyes judging every twitch of your muscles, you lunged forward, spinning quickly to connect the back of your forearm with Yoruichi’s chest. Striking your target with just one hit had made you overconfident though. You bounced on the balls of your feet before striking again, lifting your leg and swinging up towards Yoruichi’s face. But she wasn’t about to let you off that easy.

With stellar reflexes, she caught your ankle before it ever made contact. Realization flashed briefly behind your eyes - recognition of your mistakes - before Yoruichi smiled and gave your leg a harsh jerk, sending you crashing to your back once again. The hard dirt floor was starting to become an all too familiar part of your training.

“Ugh.” Groaning in exhaustion, you let your arms flop dramatically to your sides. “Alright... I think... I’m done for... the day.” You pant, your chest heaves with heavy breaths from the exertion.

“Any interest in a hot sauna? Its perfect for healing those aching muscles and bruises, you know.” Kisuke said, grinning down at you, his playful eyes hidden under the shade of his hat. Startled, you tilted your head back in the direction of the voice and saw him flanked on either side by Shinji, and of course - Kensei.

You sprang up quickly, trying to dust yourself off. Given the way Kensei glared, the way the muscles in his arms bulged as he folded them across his chest, you knew you must have been quite the sight. Of course he had to be there. Bearing witness to Yoruichi toying with you under the guise of ‘training’. The heat of exertion and overwhelming embarrassment felt painted across your face, tattooed on your body like a bright neon sign. You searched for anything to distract you from the heat of Kensei’s gaze.

“Do you ever stop looking for excuses to get everyone naked, you perv?” Oh no. That was entirely the wrong thing to say. Not only were you picturing Kensei joining you in Kisuke’s sauna in all his stunningly beautiful - stark naked - glory, but you were positive Kisuke and Shinji were doing the same to you given the wolfish, sneaky grins on their faces. “Don’t answer that!”

“Nice try, Kisuke.” Yoruichi shook her head dismissively. You could have kissed her for speaking up and saving you any further embarrassment. “You’re getting much better ___. I’m impressed.” You smiled, encouraged by her compliment.

“There’s no power behind your attacks.” All at once you froze when Kensei’s deep voice cut through the room. It both sends ice through your veins and heat boiling in your core, the contrasting sensations thrilling your body. Every trace of composure you had started to regain after your fight was gone in an instant when he spoke.

You nodded in acknowledgment, dazed. Why did he have to be so gorgeous while critiquing your skills? If it had been anyone else you would have been able to come up with some quick retort. Instead, you stood there like a deer in headlights. Your body was at war. Your mind worked quickly, but it didn’t matter, you probably would have just fumbled over the words and looked like a bigger idiot. Damn him. Why did he have to be so calm and collected right now?

Everyone turned to look at Kensei. Something about the surprised looks on their faces told you that offering unsolicited, helpful tips wasn’t anything Kensei did regularly. Kisuke cocked an interested eyebrow at Kensei, clearly intrigued. “Does that mean you’re offering to help ___-chan?”

Kensei didn’t answer. The wheels turning in his head were already in motion again. The muscles in his jaw were impossibly tight as he mentally chided himself. ‘Idiot! You just couldn’t help yourself, could you? Fuck. You tell everyone else to keep their heads down, don’t get involved. And what the hell do you do-’

“I’ll spar with ya, doll.” Shinji winks, grinning back at you. You can’t help but smile.

“Well, you’re all free to use my training ground whenever you want.” Kisuke paused dramatically before looking over at you and Yoruichi once more. “Or the sauna.” You both ignored him, which neither surprised or offended Kisuke in the least.

Kensei had a choice to make. And it wasn’t one he was taking lightly, especially after looking at you one more time. Behind the feigned disinterest you were trying to portray was a clear look of hope.

He clenched his fists unconsciously, considering all the possible repercussions of the decision before him. The leather of his gloves cracks under the strain before he turns his back to leave. “Shinji, we gotta get back.”

You hadn’t noticed you had been holding your breath, waiting for his response, until the air leaves you and you’re left feeling utterly deflated. You weren’t quite sure what you were expecting him to say, though you knew what you wanted hear from him. Stealing yourself, you kept the disappointment from showing on your face. Why was he so damn hard to read?

Shinji shrugs his shoulders, about to turn and follow Kensei. Before Shinji could take a step, Kensei turned back around, his heavy gaze settling directly on you - unmoving. “I guess I could help out. Only if I have some free time though.” Without another word, Kensei turns to leave, but not before seeing the hint of a smile play across your lips. He rolled his shoulders back, standing a little straighter - more confident - and looked straight ahead as he walked. Kensei was silently glad that Shinji didn’t catch him smiling before he turned away.

Yoruichi is the only one who catches the fleeting look between Shinji and Kisuke as they share an unspoken thought, following Kensei back upstairs.

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misakiyata-karasu · 6 years ago

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How would the jungle members react when their s/o member dissappears and after some times (when they run into scepter4 or homra for example) they would find out that s/o tried to commit suicide and is in a coma since that?

SUICIDE ATTEMPT TRIGGER WARNING

SERIOUSLY

DON’T READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THIS STUFF

IT’S NOT GRAPHIC BUT PLEASE BE CAREFUL

ILY GUYS SO DON’T PURPOSELY READ STUFF THAT’LL HURT YOU.

Nagare Hisui

He doesn’t fret too much about your disappearance at first.

It’s a dangerous time and it’s very possible that you had to go into hiding for a couple of days in order to avoid the other clans.

As for why you hadn’t contacted him, he assumed that you must have your reasons for that as well.

Though, as more and more days pass without a word from you and without any sightings of you (and yes, he has been using the resources at his disposal to keep an eye out) he begins to become more and more concerned.

Struck with the realization that you may have been hurt in a fight with Scepter 4, HOMRA, or the Silver Clan, he decides to check all of the hospital databases for someone matching your description.

He comes across a Jane/John Doe matching your description.

What surprises him the most is when he sees that they hadn’t been admitted for injuries consistent with what he would have expected from a fight, but instead it was an overdose.

It was rather hard to believe at first and he would have an incredibly difficult time trying to understand how his s/o could have overdosed, wanting to chalk it up to an accident, but based on the doctor’s notes it was evident that that wasn’t the case.

He would have gone to the hospital himself if it weren’t for the situation at hand.

So he sends the other members to alternate keeping an eye on his s/o while they are in their coma.

When no one can be there, he has Kotosaka sitting outside the window since it is the closest that he can get to seeing his s/o in person.

Waiting for them to wake up is quite distracting

He does his best to continue forward with his plans, but his significant other is never far from his mind.

Unfortunately, he doesn’t get to see them wake up and his significant other wakes up from their attempted suicide to learn that the slates had been destroyed, JUNGLE beaten, and the love of their life lost.

Tenkei Iwafune

Tenkei frets quite a bit over his significant others disappearance.

He appears to be pretty laid back about it even though he is worried.

Though he knows that they are quite capable of taking care of themself so he tries to not let it affect him since surely his significant other would come waltzing in and laugh at him for getting so worked up.

Still, he was unable to shake the pit in his stomach as his significant other failed to return by the time that they go to retrieve the Dresden Slate.

He finally hears word about their location, but unfortunately, it’s from the mouth of Munakata Reisi, informing him that his s/o (only known to Munakata as one of the J ranking members of JUNGLE) was being carefully monitored in a high security facility after having been brought in with a gun wound to the head that had been taken care of quick to preserve their life, but had left them in a coma.

Tenkei initially assumes that either Munakata was telling him this to throw him off (which he partially was, even if it was true) or that they had been attacked.

But, he had no way of knowing their relationship and it was clear that he took no pleasure in revealing this information.

It was hard to stay focused, but he managed to ensure that everything went according to Nagare’s plan.

It was awful for him knowing what kind of condition that his s/o was in without being able to visit them.

Once Fushimi Saruhiko joins, he presses him for information regarding their condition, but doesn’t end up getting a lot out of him.

Shortly before the Dresden Slate was destroyed, he managed to sneak in to see his significant other, spending as long as he was able to holding their hand while they slept and gently kissing them and asking them to wake up soon, even without knowing whether or not they would be able to hear him.

When his significant other finally does wake up, they are informed of his death, but without any memories of the man named Tenkei Iwafune, they can only assume he was someone important to them based on the dull ache in their chest and the tears that stung their eyes.

Yukari Mishakuji

When asked about whether or not he was worried about you after a couple of days, he cheerfully responded that ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder.’

He’s not all that worried about it.

If you were flying under the radar then there was likely a reason for it.

Plus worrying too much would give him wrinkles.

It seemed that fate had stepped into play, working in convenient ways as Kuroh had been the one to find his significant other with a noose around their neck in their apartment by complete coincidence. After cutting them down and bringing them to the hospital, he tracked down Yukari.

Adorably honorable as always, Kuroh told Yukari the news without any intentions of crossing swords with him.

As he did, the smirk on Yukari’s face wilted away and he left quickly without even teasing Kuroh for wasting the opportunity to kill him while his mind was elsewhere.

When he arrived, he was informed of the situation.

A lot of it went in one ear and out the other, but from what he understood, his significant other had been placed in a medically induced coma for some reason or another after attempting to kill themself.

He was horribly distraught, not understanding why his dear significant other would want to take their life.

He spends a lot of time with them when he isn’t following Nagare’s orders.

He also makes sure to bring fresh flowers whenever the previous ones he had brought began to wilt and would recite poetry and read to his s/o during his visits.

He’s relieved when they finally wake up.

Yukari makes it very clear that while he is busy that he isn’t ever too busy to listen if his significant other needs to talk because they are the most important thing to him.

When he can’t visit for longer than a day or two after they wake up, he makes sure to send something to let them know that he is thinking of them; jewelry, flowers, perfume, a stuffed animal.

Sukuna Gojo

Sukuna had been pretty distracted, he knew that. He was so focused on getting the highscore in this new game that Nagare had constructed that everything else seemed to cease to matter.

He had to win.

Even if it meant that he put his s/o on the backburner for a little bit.

Because of this, he completely missed the signs of their downward spiral and it took him a bit longer than it should have to realize that he hadn’t seen them.

He tried calling contacting them through the JUNGLE app, but got no response.

Mixed with anger and worry, he put out a mission that would reward points to anyone providing credible information regarding your whereabouts.

It didn’t take long for him to get a hit from a nurse at a local hospital who recognized his s/o as someone who had been brought in the morning before by someone who found them after they had attempted to drown themself.

Sukuna didn’t know how to feel.

Part of him was mad that his s/o didn’t say anything to him and also mad at himself for not noticing. Then there was the part that was so anxious that he thought he would puke and cry at any moment. To top it off in the cocktail that was his emotions, he was relieved that his s/o was alive and had failed in their attempt.

He spends as much time as he can at the hospital, even sneaking in after visiting hours with the help of lower ranking members, by his s/o’s bedside ‘guarding them from any cheating adults’, he claimed.

When they finally did wake up, he gave them an earful until he had finally calmed down.

“It’s not worth it if you aren’t here… so don’t do anything dumb like leaving me alone or I’ll be super pissed off, got it!”

He’s still just a kid really and doesn’t know how he is supposed to help, but he tries his best.

———-

This being written, please if you are considering committing suicide or harming yourself, talk to someone. Anyone. Preferably someone medically licensed to actually help you, but if that’s not available to you, then my ask box is open or you can absolutely pm me. I’m not always on and I definitely won’t always know what to say, but I’ll try.

Please just reach out and don’t do it because you are important to someone. Yes, you that is possibly sitting there and reading this and saying ‘yeah, most people, but not me.’ Stop that. Someone cares. I promise. You have made someone’s day once, whether you’ve realized it or not. Someone gives a shit about you. If no one else, then I do. I genuinely give a shit. Like, if I found out that you killed yourself I’d cry even if we have never talked. You’re worth life, you’re worth health, you deserve to be happy no matter what anyone, even yourself, tells you.

Please forgive me for any spelling mistakes and stuff. It’s 1:30 and I’m very tired. I’m probably gonna go to sleep soon.

#iwafune tenkei #nagare hisui #sukuna gojo #Yukari Mishakuji #I'm still new to writing these guys so I hope it didn't suck #im trying #suicide tw #suicide attempt #suicide #k project imagines #k project

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majesticmarais · 7 years ago

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2018 | Z.H

Requested: yes

Summary: You and Zach spend a relaxing night in on new year’s eve

Warnings: Nada

Word Count: 1, 232

A/N: THANKS FOR 150 FOLLOWERS YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME ILY

It was around 4pm on New Year’s Eve when your boyfriend, Zach, showed up to your apartment, snacks in hand and his usual cheeky grin on his face. “Hey,” you smiled, leaning your head back to face him from your comfortable spot on the house. “Where are the boys?” you asked, expecting to see 4 other rowdy boys shuffle into the door behind Zach. “I think they’re gonna come in a little bit,” Zach shrugged, taking his shoes off and walking over to where you sat, dropping the snacks on the coffee table and plopping down next to you, slinging his arm over your shoulders like an automatic reflex.

The other Why Don’t We boys had planned on going to a party to celebrate New Year’s, but you and Zach mutually agreed that you would rather stay inside and have a calm, but fun evening nonetheless. You weren’t really a huge party person, and Zach knew that. Plus, he had promised he would spend New Year’s Eve with you, whether the boys were around or not. In spite of everything, the other boys had agreed to spend a few hours with you before heading to the party, which you were happy about. They all made your 2017 amazing, and you were happy to have them around for the final day.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go to the party? I don’t mind,” you said. You had been worried about him just trying to please you, and he knew that you often thought too far into things. “Y/N, I’m sure. I want to spend it with you. If they end up wanting to stay here because we’re the coolest people ever, then great. If not, I see them pretty much every day anyway, it’s no biggie,” he answered, scooting closer towards you and pulling you into him. “Okay, I believe you,” you muttered into his chest. “I brought your favorite,” he sang, reaching over and grabbing a box of your favorite cookies, causing your eyes to light up as you took the box from him, excitedly ripping it open and eating the first one. “You’re the best,” you mumbled through your chewing, causing Zach to laugh at you.

Eventually, like Zach had said, the boys showed up, cheering as they entered your apartment, piling onto the couch. “So, lady and gentleman, what shall we do on this lovely last day of 2017?” Corbyn asked, wiggling his eyebrows. “How about I kick your ass at Mario Kart one last time?” you asked, smirking at Corbyn who pretended to look appalled

As always, your Mario Kart “tournament” as you guys always called it resulted in a lot screaming, jumping, pushing, and of course you winning almost every race you played. You stood up off the couch and threw your arms up in the air in victory, doing a little dance before slipping and landing onto Zach’s lap, making everyone burst into fits of laughter, including yourself.

“Gotta love clumsy Y/N,” Jonah chuckled, ruffling his hand through your hair before earning a light swat from you in return. “Whatever, point is I’m the champion,” you laughed. “Hell yeah,” Zach agreed.

After an early evening of video games, monopoly, and a somehow spontaneous game of tackling each other, the boys decided it was time to head to the party. You hugged all of them goodbye and wished them an early happy new year and soon enough it was just you and Zach once again.

“I love you,” Zach blurted out randomly as you sat there scrolling through Netflix for something decent. “I love you too,” you grinned, “where did that come from?” “I don’t know, just thinking about the year coming to an end and how much you’ve change my life over the past year,” he shrugged. “Oh stop,” you chuckled, a blush creeping onto your cheek, causing Zach to laugh and press a kiss to your cheek, making it turn an even brighter shade of red. “I mean it, Y/N, ever since you came into my life, I see life in a new way. You make me the happiest guy ever and I’m so grateful to have you in my life. No matter what my day was like, being able to come back to you and hear your voice and see your face at the end of every day makes everything even more worth it. There aren’t enough words to describe the love I have for you,” he gushed. “Zachary you are so adorable!” you exclaimed as you pressed a kiss to his lips as he pulled you onto his lap. “I can’t wait to start 2018 with you,” you grinned as you looked at your boyfriend, the boy who made you feel a way you never thought was possible. The boy that made you laugh so hard you snorted, the one who held you as you cried after bad days, the person who knew every single thing about you, and still loved you. You were more in love with Zach than you thought was ever possible.

After being mushy with each other, you leaped off the couch and grabbed a small box from the closet, opening it to reveal cheesy 2018 glasses, hats, and confetti cannons for you both to shoot at the strike of midnight. “This is great,” Zach laughed, putting on the hat and glasses and flashing a silly face in your direction, tickling you once you sat back down on the couch.

“Zachary Dean Herron DO NOT tickle me!!” you shrieked, jumping off the couch defensively. “Is that a challenge?” he asked, lifting his eyebrow. “No,” you said sharply. He stood up off the couch and went towards you as you squealed and ran, Zach following close behind you. You ran into your room and slammed the door, holding it closed with your body as Zach tried to push through. Eventually, he succeeded so you tried to sprint back out of the room, but he grabbed you by your waist and pulled you back, tickling you even more. “Stop stop stop!!” you exclaimed, uncontrollably laughing as you tried to free yourself from his grasp on you. He stopped and laughed as he pressed a sweet kiss to your lips, in which you jokingly pulled away.

“You’re so cute,” he giggled. “Not cute, you’re an ass,” you mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest. “You love me!” he teased, kissing your neck lightly. “Yeah you’re lucky I do,” you winked. “I know, the luckiest,” he smiled.

“5! 4! 3! 2! 1! Happy New Year!!!” you and Zach screamed in unison, setting off your confetti cannons. He pulled you towards him and kissed you softly, making you melt in his arms as you kissed back passionately, the sound of people cheering on TV playing in the background. “2018 here we come,” you said as you pulled away. “Can’t wait,” he grinned.

Zach reached down and grabbed a pile of confetti off the ground, throwing it at you. You gasped as you picked some up and threw it back at him. You both ended up back on the couch together, confetti stuck in both of your hair, laughing your heads off as you often did.

It wasn’t a big party, or a huge celebration, but Zach was all that you needed, and there was no better way to start the new year.

#zach herron #zach herron imagine #zach herron imagines #zach herron x reader #zach herron x y/n #why don't we #wdw #why don't we imagine #why don't we imagines #wdw imagine #jonah marais #jonah marais imagine #jack avery #jack avery imagine #corbyn besson #corbyn besson imagine #daniel seavey #daniel seavey imagine

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shiphaussecretsanta · 7 years ago

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Inside Job

gift from @kovntag to @funheist

ship: killems

message: hey nik i kinda went… a little overboard with it (like 3,000 words overboard) but u deserve it + more! i hope you like it ily

Adam can’t really be upset about the whole thing, because the gist of this is going to dinner in a swanky, five star, food-is-too-small-for-the-plate restaurant. That’s the plan at its most basic.

Now, if you wanted to get into specifics, the plan is more complex than that. See, Fakehaus had gotten word that a new, budding crew was encroaching on their space, getting too friendly with crew borders. From word of mouth, the crew was small compared to Fakehaus, four people, maybe. Lawrence had dug up some dirt on them and found that they’d been cobbled together from a now-defunct crew made up of a mostly white collar crime syndicate which had gotten busted not even a year ago. The new crew had risen quickly, gotten a name for themselves by selling their skills in torture to the highest bidder. Then they’d branched out to drugs, hits, anything Fakehaus did.

The plan is James’: get in, bug the place, maybe figure out what the crew wants, and get out.

Adam shifts gears in his bright orange Lamborghini, James buttoning the cuff of his suit beside him. They’re both wearing them, James with a black suit Bruce picked out for him with a blue shirt Matt chose, while Elyse and Lawrence had dressed Adam in his grey suit and black shirt combo, a tie thrown in and everything. His tie is now in the backseat where he’s decided that he doesn’t want to get food or blood on it (if it even comes down to it; in this business, he’s never sure where the night is going to take him).

As they pull up to the restaurant, Adam glances at James, who smiles at him like he knows exactly how the night is going to go.

Adam steps out of the car, walks around to meet James while the valet takes their car. James is still smiling as they stand next to each other in front of the restaurant, and Adam feels a sort of restlessness crawl up his spine.

“Ready?” James asks, almost quiet. Adam feels James’ hand brush past his, in reassurance or tenderness or both.

All Adam does is nod. As they walk up to the restaurant, Adam takes in the small part of the dim room he can see through the glass door. It’s a swanky place alright, but the pictures online didn’t do it justice. The glass doorway is the only window in the place, while the rest of the restaurant seems to reside in a concrete box. The name of the restaurant is scrawled on the side reads Argent in an overly complicated script.

From what little Adam can see, the place is almost packed, so finding their targets is going to prove harder than they anticipated. He just hopes these guys are as big of showboats as Lawrence told them they were going to be.

Before they get to the door, James jogs a little ahead and pulls it open for Adam, an action which makes Adam scoff and roll his eyes before he walks through the open door, James following behind soon after.

“I can open doors, y’know.”

Adam can feel James’ presence behind him as he scoffs, almost mocking, in answer. “Never said you couldn’t, but I am still a gentleman.” He leans in to Adam’s ear. “Sting operation date or not.”

Before Adam can comment on his closeness or even cherish it, James is pulling away and Adam holds back the noise that almost escapes him. The thing is, James and Adam both agreed a few months back that dating wouldn’t be in the crew’s best interest. Relationships complicate things, yeah? So what if they kissed once? They still had an unspoken game of dating chicken. It wasn’t an intentional one, just… Adam told James he didn’t want to complicate their relationship and James respected that. But by now, Adam has acknowledged to himself only that he’s very wrong about that fact. He would date James in a heartbeat. But James is still giving him space, even though Adam is almost sure James knows that Adam wants to go out with him. It’s sweet in one way, annoying in the other, especially with what this night entails.

James pulls away from Adam’s back as if nothing has happened and walks up to the hostess with a smile on his face. He gives the cover name for their reservation and the hostess smiles and proclaims their table is ready, picking up menus before she leads them over to it.

In their walk there, Adam gives the inside a bit of a once-over. Some canned piano music plays while people talk quietly amongst themselves over the small tea candles laid on the tables. Most are pairs with the odd threes or fours but in the corner, between the bar and a wall, a group of six people sits together, all splayed over what looks to be a black and white couch. They’re laughing at something while a blonde man reaches over the table and pours champagne into another man’s cup, this one with long hair in a bun, overflowing it on purpose and watching as the man displays fond irritation.

As they get seated, Adam takes the seat facing the party. The other crew. They really were not hard to find at all. Their mannerisms scream Hey! This place is a front for our illegal business and we’re cocky enough not to hide it!

The hostess asks for any drinks to start them off and James doesn’t even open the menu as he says, “Krug Grande Cuvée, if you have any.”

“Good choice,” the hostess says, smiling at them before promising their waiter will be with them shortly. James almost beams with pride as she leaves, and Adam’s eyes drift from James to the people in the corner again.

James leans his elbows on the table, lays his chin in his hands, as if fawning over Adam. “So?” He asks, blinking at him slowly.

“There’s six of them,” Adam murmurs.

“No,” James pouts briefly. “I meant, what did you think of my champagne knowledge?”

“Oh, that was champagne?”

James sighs, exasperated. “I wouldn’t have asked you out if I knew you didn’t appreciate the finer things in life.”

Adam lets his eyes shift back to James. He lifts an eyebrow and says, “You didn’t ask me out, though.”

“It was my plan.”

“And then Bruce asked me out for you.”

“Yeah but who told Bruce?” James taps the side of his head with his finger. “You gotta look at the bigger picture, Adam.”

“Which is what? You were afraid to ask me out on a fake date?”

James shakes his head. “No! Papa Bruce just helped me by suggesting you come with me.”

“Ah. Still unsure what the bigger picture is.”

Adam watches as James leans back in his chair and unbuttons his suit jacket. His eyes are soft as he says, “I’unno yet. Guess we’ll figure it out together.”

The weight James’ words carry make Adam nervous, or maybe Adam is reading too much into them. Either way, he clears his throat and jokes, “Hope you know I’ll be rating this fake date at the end of it.”

“Ooo,” James straightens up in his chair. “Better make a good impression then.”

Adam thinks he’s joking but James reaches a hand out, lays it on the table, palm upturned, as if asking for Adam’s hand. Adam hesitates to lift his hand to meet it but he thinks twice, says to himself, It’s a job. This time, it’s just a job. Not the real thing, not… yet. He lays his hand on top of James’, fingers hesitant as James turns his hand, links their fingers together, smiles at Adam warmly. God, he hopes James doesn’t think this is just a job, because this is going to affect Adam one way or another. But, for now, and because Adam prides himself on being a professional, he does not dwell on how good James’ eyes look in conjunction with his shirt.

As Adam dwells on not dwelling on James’ eyes, their waiter walks up, champagne bottle in hand. He greets them and shows the bottle to James, who gives the label a once over while his thumb absently traces circles on Adam’s hand. James nods in approval and the waiter pours the drinks, Adam letting his eyes drift back over to the group in the corner. As he watches, he thinks of their half-baked plan. When Lawrence pulled up what little pictures they had of the crew, none of them recognized them, so it was a safe bet to go undercover with minimal cover. Bruce still insisted on parking the rest of the crew in a van in the alley around the corner, much to James’ complaining. So they were covered, in theory. Adam still had to call Bruce if anything happened. Which nothing would, because as he watches the other crew out of the corner of his eye, he definitely does not recognize any of them, which is weird. The crew is new but the money is not, apparently. They have this place, which doesn’t seem like it came cheap at all. But it’s their hub for anything, and so, here Fakehaus is.

They’re flashy, Lawrence was right about that. They have gold on their necks and logos shining on their clothes. Adam lets his eyes drift to the corner of their table and is almost startled when he catches a bearded man staring back at him, eyes discerning, a worn backwards ball cap on his head clashing with his expensive-looking suit. Before Adam can break off eye contact, the man looks away, showing no emotion on his face as he does. The man looks back to his group as Adam goes back to looking at James.

With a shock, he realizes their hands are still clasped between them. He makes a conscious effort to take his hand away and to play it off as casual, his hand going for his glass of champagne. James doesn’t say anything about it, but rather, grabs his own glass and holds it out for a toast. After they’ve clinked, James looks at Adam over the rim of his glass, his eyes holding some sort of feeling in them. A feeling that Adam isn’t sure is genuine yet. God, Adam is going to make it through tonight if it kills him.

—

The food turns out to be good. Really good. Adam is sad that the portions are so small and a little angry that this crew’s place is actually turning out some quality and legitimate shit. Why are these guys in the crime business if the restaurant business is going so well for them? Beats the fuck out of Adam, but he isn’t about to start questioning motives.

Halfway through their second course, some steak for Adam and fish for James, James holds out his fork for Adam to taste some again, like he had for their appetizer round. And Adam can’t find it in himself to roll his eyes again so he just leans in and lets James feed him, biting into the fish and potatoes. It’s extremely good. Adam avoids moaning.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees movement at the crew’s table. With his eyes fixed on James, Adam tracks the man who gets up, watching through his periphery as he walks across the salon and heads down the hallway to the bathroom. Adam swallows his bite and wipes his mouth with his napkin, says, “Bathroom,” hopes James understands his unspoken message.

The hallway is substantially quieter than the salon. He hears the sound of it die down behind him as he scans the hallway and its closed doors, the dim lighting not helping him in this case. He thinks he hears a man’s voice coming from the last door, a suspicion that’s confirmed when the man with the baseball cap comes out of it, turning out the light before he closes the door without locking it. The man is on the phone, distracted it seems, and Adam takes it as an opportunity. He slips a hand into his pants pocket and feels for the bug that Lawrence made for them. Adam watches as the man walks down the hallway, not even sparing a glance at Adam as he passes, murmuring heatedly about “No, it has to be tomorrow, at the warehouse,” while Adam makes his move, hoping and praying that the man doesn’t notice as Adam slips the bug into his blazer pocket.

Adam doesn’t stick around to see if he made him or not. He just slips into the bathroom and breathes a sigh of relief when he sees it’s empty.

Before he can lock himself in a stall, his phone rings, startling him, just a little. The caller ID says Bruce and he sighs, hates that he has to do this but the guy could still be here, be outside the door. Adam still isn’t in the clear. So he answers his phone and says, “Uh… hey, dad.”

He can’t tell if Bruce is amused by the prospect of being called dad or not. All Bruce asks is, “Are they there?”

“Yeah.” Adam replies, remembering what little coded speak Fakehaus has. “Sixth of June, I think?”

“Six at a table?” Bruce repeats back to him, understanding. “Do any of them suspect you?”

“I don’t think so, dad. And I don’t know if I can visit yet.”

“Okay, eyes everywhere, but you’re okay. Listen, Lawrence mapped the place out and Elyse can get in and bug the manager’s office. You need to make a distraction.”

Adam furrows his brow. “Is mom going to like that?”

“Elyse’ll be quick, in and out. She needs five minutes, tops.”

“Yeah, I’m doing it. Pretty soon, too. We’re about to have dessert.”

“Suit pocket, you should have a ring in it.”

Wait, what? Adam resists the urge to touch his breast pocket. A what?

Because Adam doesn’t say anything, Bruce sounds persuasive as he bargains, “It’ll buy us some time, Adam.”

Adam flits through annoyance, exasperation, tiredness, before accepting his fate. “Thanks for mom’s ring, dad. I’m just nervous to do it in front of so many people.”

“You’ll be fine,” Bruce sounds like he’s smiling. “Do it at exactly 10 o’clock, regardless of if you’re eating dessert or not.”

“Okay dad. I love you. Text you when it’s done.”

Bruce’s answering goodbye is sickly sweet, saying, “Bye, sweetheart.”

He hangs up and realizes, he hates Bruce, just a little. He stares at his phone while it flashes 9:50 pm up to him and he realizes he hates Bruce a lot.

Pocketing his phone, Adam heaves a sigh. God, he feels nervous. More nervous than he should. Now, he feels into his suit pocket and locates the ring, which is a simple, silver band. Jesus, he’s really gotta do this, huh?

As he walks out of the bathroom, he thinks about proposals. He doesn’t think the time he proposed to Bruce as a way of scamming the government for money as an actual marriage proposal, mostly because they were drunk and young. So, basically, he’s gotta wing this thing. Fuck, okay.

Before he gets to their table, he locates their waiter and pulls him aside to say, “Hey, I’m about to propose to my… partner. Can you turn the music down or something?”

The look of enthusiasm their waiter gives makes Adam even more nervous, if that’s even possible. The waiter scurries off to the back of the restaurant and Adam braces himself. He checks his phone. 9:53. Okay. He can do this.

Adam walks back to the table, noticing that James has already finished with his food. Adam’s food sits almost untouched but he can’t even think about eating now. God, why is he so nervous? It’s just something that’s necessary to the job! It won’t be real.

He sits down stiffly. James gives him a concerned look which Adam shakes his head at. He positions his phone beside him. 9:55.

The music over the speakers dies down and the chatter around them dies down a bit with it. Adam shakes himself.

James leans in and lowers his voice as he asks, “Is the cat okay?” Were you made? in coded.

“Cat’s fine. It’s about something else.” 9:57.

Their waiter picks up their plates and asks about dessert. Adam shakes his head at the same time James nods and the waiter looks between them. Adam clarifies, “After.” The waiter nods knowingly while James looks so confused.

When the waiter leaves, James leans in again, eyes even more concerned. Asks, “Are you okay?”

Adam nods again. 9:59. He gets up abruptly and James looks at him like he’s seriously considering calling in Bruce to help with whatever is happening right now.

Adam clears his throat and says, loud enough that the people around him will hear, “Honey, I….” He gulps and finds his knees stiff and he gets down on one knee beside their table. James’ face morphs from concern to surprise.

“Honey.” Adam says again, speaking loudly so that he’s sure he has people’s attention. The restaurant is mildly quieter, so he thinks it’s working. He continues, “It’s been four years since we met,” Adam remembers it clearly, smiles to himself. “Unexpectedly, you came into my life. But, definitely for the better. It’s been such a joy to watch you grow so much. We both have grown, you and I, partners in crime.” At that, Adam watches as James suppresses a laugh. “And now, I want to continue to grow with you. For a while if you’ll have me. So, I ask,” He holds out the ring. “Will you marry me?”

James’ eyes are shining when Adam finishes. The salon is incredibly quiet, save for the quiet clattering of plates.

James sounds so fond when he says, “Of course I will, baby.”

Adam lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He slips the ring onto the hand James offers and stands as James stands, finding himself enveloped in a hug by him. He laughs a little breathlessly, hearing the people around them give them some applause. God, who knew fake proposing to your crush would be so hard?

When they settle back into their chairs, the people in the tables next to them share congratulations. Adam feels happy, in that moment. James looks at him like he hasn’t ever seen a better person than Adam. Adam glances back to the corner where the other crew sits, looking at them while they talk amongst themselves. They’re smiling, and even the man with beard raises a glass up at them. Adam smiles, keeping up his cover and hoping he really hasn’t been made, when their waiter comes back dutifully and offers them dessert. James orders one dessert for them and asks for two spoons. Adam smiles at the prospect.

When their dessert comes, James picks up a spoon and leans in, asks in a hushed voice. “Bruce told you to do that?”

Adam nods, picking up a spoon and speaking as quiet as he can as he says, “Distraction for Elyse.”

James hums and digs into their cake. They both have a bite before James speaks again, his voice soft as he asks, “Did you mean that speech?”

Adam shrugs. He pokes at the cake, feeling like he shouldn’t say anything but opening his mouth anyway, “Yes. Maybe not the marriage part yet.”

James’ smile is sly as he brings a piece of cake up to his mouth. “Yet?”

“It’s our first date. Think it’s a little early to talk about so much commitment.”

“Oop. Don’t wanna scare the baby!”

Adam kicks him softly under the table. Finds his foot stays tangled between James’ after he’s done.

—

The restaurant gives them a discount on their dessert but the bill is still very high.

When they leave, they tip the valet guy and drive around the block, taking a convoluted route to get back to the stakeout van where they’re supposed to meet. Adam leaves the car a street over and they walk to the van, waving to Matt who sits in the driver’s seat.

Bruce opens the door in the back after James knocks and asks, “How’d it go?”

“Great,” James says as he climbs into the van. “Got a ring I can pawn off now.” He flashes his hand to James and Elyse who nod appreciatively while Adam gives Bruce his best (fake) annoyed look. Bruce just rolls his eyes at him and helps him in the van, closes the door.

They settle in as Bruce asks, “Was the whole crew there?”

Adam shrugs, “I think so. They were partying it up big time. Two women and four men, but there could be more. The place was packed, Bruce. You wouldn’t think it’s a cover.”

James chimes in with, “Maybe it wasn’t. The food was so good, I—”

That’s when Lawrence cuts in, his voice nervous as he pulls off his headphones. “Guys? You might want to hear this.”

He unplugs the headphones and turns up the volume on the laptop.

“—haus?” A voice floods the van. “Fakehaus, hello? Are you there?” Adam’s eyes widen when he realizes he recognizes the voice. He heard it earlier, in the hallway, when he dropped the bug in the man’s pocket and the man walked past, speaking— “Hope you are, because if you aren’t that’d be unfortunate. Anyway, don’t know what your play was but your burglar left our window unlocked and your bug guy looked nervous. Was that proposal real, by the way? Looked real. If it wasn’t, it was convincing as hell. Hey, maybe you just came here to our restaurant in our turf to propose to each other. Some sort of weird power move. But, whatever. Just, if you want to talk, we’ll be here. Come visit us, it’ll be fun. Hope something is recording this because that’d be a waste. Okay, goodnight!” The bug sounds like it’s dropped or mishandled before it goes dead.

Adam stares at Lawrence’s equipment in abject horror.

“Well.” James says. “Cat’s out.”

Bruce stifles a laugh.

“Wait,” Lawrence says, “Picking something up on the bug Elyse left.” He taps a few keys on his laptop and fiddles with the equipment before another voice comes through the speakers, a different man speaking, saying, “Fake Chop crew, out!” The bug goes dead, too.

Adam leans against the wall of the van while James scrubs a hand down his face. Bruce shakes his head. “Jeez.”

“What just happened?” Elyse asks.

James replies, “I think we just got played.”

Now, Bruce actually laughs. “Elyse, go tell Matt we gotta go. You two,” he motions to Adam and James. “Work out your prenup later.”

Adam glares at him just a little as Elyse climbs out of the back. As Matt turns on the van and starts driving, James shuffles over to sit in front of Adam. Adam notes how Bruce leaves Adam’s side and settles into the other side of the van.

James asks, “Prenup?”

Adam shakes his head. “I’ll just take the ring back.”

“Ouch,” James says but takes off the ring anyway, plays with it in his hands. Says, “Instead of a prenup, how about a second date?”

Adam pretends not to notice Bruce and Lawrence staring at them. He replies, “One condition. We don’t go back to that place.”

James huffs a laugh. “That’s a hard yes.”

Smiling, Adam says, “Then it’s a hard yes.”

“Stop talking about being hard!” Lawrence cuts in while Bruce laughs. James throws him the ring to shut him up but it just makes the laughter peak.

God, his crew is made up of assholes. Adam just makes a mental note to ask Bruce about the totally unplanned ring in his suit jacket later. He has an inkling of whose idea it was and the answer probably rhymes with everybody in the fucking crew.

#shiphaus #killems #shiphaus secret santa #fic gift #submission

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stillpartofthisworld · 7 years ago

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(hello yes its eden and im bad at prompts BUT) lup and magnus causing chaos?

Damnit Eden ily

And We Run is up on ao3

Only two people go to retrieve the Light. (This comes after almost all of them die one year battling it out with a planar-side gang over the Light. Davenport and Merle survive and take home their prize, yes, but the rest of the year is hell and the first thing their Captain says after they reform is "We are never doing that again.", which they agree to not only because of his harsh tone but because of the tears they see forming at the sides of his eyes, because of how Merle looks at all of them.)Among the seven of them, there are twenty one combinations that could form this two person team.The most destructive combination, by far, is Lup and Magnus.Davenport chooses them during Cycle 38. They've fallen into a world that's vibrant as it is corrupted, glittering nightlifes clashing with the gang violence that ends up nearly taking Taako's life during his reconnaissance mission for the light. He comes back to the Starblaster clutching his side in agony, silver dress turned red from the amount of blood coming through and it's touch and go for a while, Merle burning all his spell slots and then some to patch him up. He still manages to tell them the Light's location through clenched teeth and his fifth shot of vodka before he passes out and doesn't wake up for the next two days.Needless to say, they were itching for payback.The Light was housed in a two story warehouse located right beside the river. It's easy enough to find, and soon they're crouching behind another building, watching guards make their rounds around the area. "What's the plan?" Magnus asks, and Lup grins deviously at him as she leans in to whisper something in his ear. Meanwhile,Davenport's voice crackles through their stones of Farspeech as he presents them with their options. "You could knock a few out, take their uniforms and sneak in," he suggests. "Invisibility works too," Barry also chimes in. "An hour should be enough." A few other ideas are traded back and forth between the two men before Davenport addresses Lup and Magnus again."Lup, Mags, what do you think...?"They both realize that both Lup and Magnus have been uncharacteristically silent for the past few minutes."Don't tell me," Barry groans and puts his head in his hands. "They've ditched their stones again?"Davenport just sighs and takes a long gulp from the beer can he had set on top of the dashboard. "Well," he says, twirling his moustache thoughtfully. "Those chucklefucks aren't gonna know what hit'em."-"Here's the plan," she'd whispered. Although Magnus's wrists were bound behind him, he didn't struggle, going along with the scrappy guard that was pointing a metal baton menacingly at him. Lup was beside him too, wearing her signature smirk and flirting with her own guard who was blushing furiously, a man in glasses who looked a bit like Barry. They were escorted into the warehouse and up a flight of stairs, allowing him to get a good look at the place's layout as they walked the catwalk above. It was a vast building, light fixtures hanging from ropes tied to the roof, illuminating the ground floor that was obviously the gang's hangout-couches and other recliners littered one half of the area, while the other looked like an impromptu gym, complete with a boxing ring. Around twenty guys were loitering around, talking idly or taking time out of their very busy lives to stare at the two of them as they made it up the stairs and onto the second floor, which was really a catwalk before a room that stretched around the top of the warehouse.They're shoved in and forced to sit down on metal chairs facing each other. As they're tied down with rope Lup doesn't stop talking, whispering things in her guard's ear whenever he's in front of her that make him jump back a little, his ears burning red. Magnus looks at his own guard who's also watching the scene unfold, disgust apparent on his face. "Wish you'd gotten her, huh?" he says, but all he gets in return is a baton to the gut that probably didn't hurt as much as the guard wished it did. He makes it believable, though, bending double and letting out a grunt that catches Lup's attention."You alright there, Maggie?" she asks as the two guards leave the room. He grins at her and puts two thumbs up, although she can't see them. "Never better." he says. "But when can we-"The door opens again and the two guards are back but this time they're flanking someone-an older, much more muscular man holding a machete in one hand and a huge pipe in his mouth. He eyes the two suspiciously, a puff of smoke filling the room. "Lights," he says gruffly, and suddenly two lamps hanging on top of them turn on, flooding their vision line with harsh light. "Hey now," Lup smiles, her eyes half lidded due to the light. "Ain't this a bit too much wattage for my pretty face?" She winks at the bespectacled guard who smiles back before being nudged by his comrade. The big man grunts and twirls his machete before pointing it at Magnus's neck. "Who sent you?" he growls."Ooourselves?" he says, shrugging his shoulders noncommittally. "I mean, it could just be fate? Destiny works in mysterious ways, my friend," he says in a gravelly voice, imitating Merle. "And it would be wise to follow its path.""What does that even mean?" says Magnus's guard. "Beats me," he replies, earning him another baton hit straight to the face. This one smarts, his nose taking most of the impact and gushing blood everywhere. Lup winces at this, saying "Taako got you that shirt, dammit," before muttering something else under her breath.He feels a buzzing wave wash across him and he presses his lips together, knowing what's about to come next. "Hey fellas," she drawls, folding one leg over the other. "Why don't you answer some of our questions first?""Why the fuck'd we do that?" the big man growls, and to this Lup's grin just grows. "Oh, my man!" she shakes her head pityingly. "Shame y'all haven't discovered magic yet, really would have helped on those saving throws-""I still failed mine-""Yeah but you're a dunce, Maggie, a lovable one." He still grumbles but falls silent. "Anywho, y'all in possession of the Light? It's medium sized, glows, can do rad shit?""So we do," the big man answers and a startled gasp leaks out of him. The other two guards look at him in disbelief, but Lup just nods approvingly. "Good, good. We're in the right place, then. Where is it?""Behind this room in a safe." The big man says, his eyes growing wider with each syllable dropping out of his mouth. His pipe is on the ground, now, and Magnus eyes it over; an intricate carving weaves around the item, inlaid with gold and silver. His hand twitches."Oohh, is it? Even better," she's got on a grin that looks like the devil himself. The big man seems to have gotten over his shock and was now advancing towards her, machete ready and aimed at her neck. "You bitch!" he roars, and swings his weapon high, ready to slice off her neck. She gives him a side eye. "The correct pronunciation," she says, fire racing up her bindings. "Is witch."He swings down and she grabs the blade, hiding a wince under her grin as the fire she had conjured in her hand begins to consume the weapon. The man shrieks and lets go but not before his jacket was set alight and he goes down, rolling across the cold floor in an attempt to put the fire out. The glasses guard rushes to help his boss but is stopped when Lup intercepts him, running a finger down his cheek. "Help us get the safe?" she asks coyly, the finger closest to his cheek warm with the promise of fire and burnt skin"S-sure," he says, his voice high pitched. The other guard takes one look the scene and then at Magnus, who has easily broken out his restraints and has picked up the pipe from the ground, hmming and haawwing at the handiwork. They lock eyes and Magnus grins, stuffing the pipe in his pocket before turning to him and popping his knuckles. "You know, I think I need to thank you for my broken nose." The guard only gets out the beginning of a plea before a fist connects with his own nose, sending him sprawling to the ground unconscious. His nose, unlike Magnus's, seems to have been punched out of existence, and Lup gives him a low five as they follow the remaining guard into the room where the Light was being kept.The guard fumbles with the key but is able to unlock the door, revealing what seems to be the gang's treasury- briefcase upon briefcase are stacked up under tables, upon which rare artifacts and precious jewels lay unattended. Bags of gold and silver are propped up on one side of the room, along with a very huge safe with a dial bigger than Lup's head. The guard turns to them, terrified. "I, uh, don't know the password to this one. I'm sorry I know I work for these guys but I'm just a guard please please please don't hurt me I swear I don't know-" Lup presses a finger to his lips, shushing him. "It's ok, my dude, I got this." She pushes past him and places a hand on the safe, closing her eyes before knocking on the metal.The knock is loud, loud enough that the hum of activity downstairs stops for a moment.The guard doesn't seem to notice, though, instead focusing on the fact that the safe door was beginning to slide open, revealing one solitary glowing object-the Light. Lup casually tosses it to Magnus, who puts it carefully in his bag of Holding before proceeding to dump all the jewels in there as well, picking up a gold monocle as well for Davenport. Lup's doing her part in sacking the place as well, grabbing two briefcases before tossing a sapphire to the guard. He fumbles with it before cradling the jewel in his palms, looking up at her in confusion. "For your troubles, boychik," she says, patting his cheek. "Now, things are about to get nasty, so stay in here and leave only after it gets quiet. Mags?""Yeah?" Magnus says, tying up his bag and securing it to his back."Let's wreck this shop."They walk back onto the metal catwalk, ignoring the guard and big man that now lay passed out in the room before it. The people below haven't noticed them yet, probably used to commotion happening on the second floor. Lup clears her throat."Hey, fuckers!"Twenty heads turn to look at them. Magnus waves good naturedly, and Lup climbs up onto the railing using his shoulder. "You guys have ten seconds," she announces, pointing at the exit, "To get the fuck out. Anyone who's left is not guaranteed their life."Two guys look at each other before slinking quietly out of the warehouse, but the other eighteen just rush to grab their weapons and storm up the stairs. Lup looks back at Magnus and they share a grin. "Show time," she growls, and casts Flame Blade. The fiery sword materializes in a show of sparks and flame, making some gangsters stumble back in shock and fear. She swings the blade in a wide arc, sending out a stream of flame that break the ropes that hold the light fixtures up. They fall, smashing on the ground and pinning two unlucky guys under one of them, plunging the place into darkness.Magnus feels a hand over his eyes and he hears the telltale buzzing sound of magic before the hand is removed. He looks around, dumbfounded by the fact that he can see in the dark before he sees Lup on the railing, her flame sword gone in exchange for regular daggers she had hidden on her person. She makes quick work of the two guys nearest to the duo, slashing one on his side before kicking his comrade over the railing, sending him careening to a deep sleep. The remaining fourteen are in panic, unable to see in the dark and therefore unable to see Magnus careening towards them, punching two over the railing ("I got two!" "Come at me Maggie, I'm at four.") and delivering an uppercut to one of them, stealing his axe before he hits the floor. The axe isn't as sharp as he hopes, showing it's bluntness as he tries to cut someone in twain. The axe makes a dent in the poor man's forehead but fails to cut through, causing a death that wasn't quite as messy as he had hoped. He feels Lup's hands on his shoulders, feeling her execute a perfect flip over his head as she roundhouses a man near Magnus. They race down the stairs, kicking five gangsters down the stairs and stepping on them as they land on the ground floor. The remaining four are standing in front of the door, torches raised to see their assailants in one hand and machetes in the other.The leader of the group's scowl disappears when he sees Lup's face as they step into the light. "Hey," he says, thoroughly confused. "Weren't you at Treale last night? I stabbed the shit out of you, how are you-"Lup cuts him off, smile frozen in place even as her fists close tightly. "Were you the one who hurt my brother?" She says evenly, friendly, almost, but Magnus gets the hint and steps daintily behind her. The leader scowls again, confused. "Brother? I don't-"He's unable to finish his sentence, dissolving into screams and ash as he and his minions are swallowed by a fireball that blasts out of Lup's hands and bursts open the double doors leading out of the warehouse. The spell burns her hands and singes Magnus's sideburns but they're laughing, high fiving each other before Magnus notices her burns. He sits her down in the wreckage, wrapping her fingers in gauze and ignoring her protests to leave. ("This is your punishment for taking down more people than I did." "Oh, fuck off-ow!" "See? What did we just learn?" "...Thanks, Mags.") They leave arm in arm, laughing as they swoop up their abandoned Stones and relaying their victory. As they walk back to the Starblaster, Magnus turns to her quizzically. "Hey, why'd you spare that scrappy guy anyway?" She shrugs, eyes moving towards the sky. "I don't know," she admits, a smile forming on her face. "I couldn't just kill him, he was so cute and dorky-" "Like Barry?" He interjects, and she looks away, tips of her ears burning. "I mean, he looked a lot like him, I guess," he muses, nudging her shoulder. "You were flirting pretty heavily with the poor guy, he looked like he was about to melt.""I saw that," she says quietly, cheeks still aflame and he looks at her, puzzled before the realization hits him like a train."Holy fucking shit, you like Barry Bluejeans."She tries to silence his guffaws, jumping on his back and stuffing her bandaged hands into his mouth. He laughs and tries to talk through them, picking up speed and racing through the dark streets with Lup on his back, relishing in the cool night.(They dump the contents of their looting on the ground in the living room, presenting the pipe to Merle and the monocle to Davenport. Taako got most of the jewels, save for an ancient tome given to Lucretia and a sapphire Lup tosses to Barry nonchalantly, ignoring Magnus's smirk as he steps closer to examine her wounds.)

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realfeitan · 7 years ago

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"Do you want to talk about it?"asked Shizuku

SHOUTOUT TO THE ONLY PERSON WHO SENT ME SOMETHING, thank you anon ily And since you’re the only one, you get something super long, I hope you enjoy!

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“Do you want to talk about it?”

Chrollo looked up from his book to see Shizuku peering at him through her glasses, her head tilted slightly as if not sure he’d be up to it. He smiled up politely as he moved over a bit, motioning for her to sit next to him.

“I’m not sure what you mean, but we can talk if you’d like.” He turned slightly, groping around for a bookmark that he was sure he had left next to him somewhere. “What’s on your mind?”

“You.” He paused at the cryptic answer, slowly looking back at Shizuku, who’s face wasn’t giving away anything.

“Now why is that?”

She scrunched her eyebrows together, giving him a look like he should know, like it was obvious. And maybe it was, but he wasn’t going to let her know that, it wasn’t really a big deal anyways.

“You met the chain user again, I can tell.” She moved toward him, and he wasn’t sure if it was on purpose, but she didn’t blink the entire time, causing him to look away from her intense stare. “I can sense his Nen on you, you haven’t said a word to us since you’ve gotten back, and you haven’t even lit any of your candles.” She paused, probably expecting him to say something, but he didn’t.

Shizuku sighed, leaning away from him at last, letting him straighten up a bit. “Feitan is worried about you, but knowing him, he isn’t going to do anything about it unless it starts effecting your performance.” She brought her hands into her lap, fiddling with a new ring she had stolen on their latest heist. “I know you don’t want to talk about it, but you also can’t keep stuff bottled up like this. It’ll destroy you before your enemies will.”

Chrollo scoffed, catching her attention as she eyed him questioningly. “It’s unlike you to be so serious, I never expected to be lectured by our youngest member.” He titled his head, raising a finger to tap his chin, “Well, you’d actually be the second youngest now that the Zoldyck child has joined, but you understand what I mean.”

She nodded, but remained diligent, not letting him change the topic. “I’m only lecturing you because you’re not taking your own advice. You always tell us to come to you if we’ve got a problem, but who do you go to?” He opened his mouth to respond, but realized immediately what she was doing. She knew he didn’t talk to anyone else much besides giving orders and talking about plans. Despite that, Feitan was close to him since they were raised together, and since then they had gathered everyone else one by one. They were his family, and he was the head of it, so it was his responsibility to look after them and their well being. His did not matter much of course, he could deal with it, had been dealing with it, so there was no reason-

He looked over at her as she gave him a satisfied smirk, somehow knowing he had finally understood what she meant. He smiled to the ground, feeling a sense of, what was it, pride?, well up inside of him. “I never knew you to be so coy.” She giggled a bit before scooting closer, handing him a box.

“This is for if you start crying.” She said matter of factly, and he took the tissues gratefully, knowing he would not need to use them.

“Thank you, Shizuku.”

She smiled at him genuinely as she turned to face him, “No problem danchou. Are you ready to talk now?”

Chrollo laughed, “Yes, I think I am.” He placed his box of tissues next to his book as he settled himself down. “So you want to know what’s been bothering me?”

Shizuku nodded eagerly, leaning forward from her new spot on the floor.

“Well,” Chrollo started, clearing his throat, “I ended up meeting the chain user, as you have keenly observed, earlier today. I actually wasn’t planning on interacting with him, just wanting to stick to doing my own thing, but it’s like he has a radar for me and stiffened as soon as I actually spotted him.

"He rounded on me, having immediately pinpointed my location somehow, and began walking towards me. While it was slightly frightening to see that happen, I didn’t have much to worry about seeing as we were in a very crowded market place, and he wouldn’t dare pull anything there.

"When he got to me, he just glared at me for the longest time, his eyes going from that lovely scarlet shade to the color of his contacts, as if he couldn’t decide weather or not he hated me, which was very amusing I assure you. After a while, he muttered something into his earpiece intently before turning it off and dragging me off to some remote alley way.”

“How romantic,” Shizuku interjected sarcastically.

“Very,” Chrollo chuckled, but he felt his face go dim, the smile not quite reaching the length it needed to be convincing. “Then he surprised me. He always does, but this was different. He gave me a contract, a contract specifically to work with him. Not even under him Shizuku, with him. He said something about not forgiving me but knowing when someone’s power would be needed. I wasn’t sure what to make of it. From what I’d read of the contract, it was fair and even involved a line that detailed how we weren’t allowed to kill each other, not that I’d kill him, I still want him to join the troupe after all, but he’s smart to cover all his bases.”

“I told him I’d think about it, that I would contact him about my decision later, but he wasn’t too happy with that answer. He said he needed an answer now, to know if he’d be able to rely on me, which is cute, but his anger certainly wasn’t. I asked him what I’d get in exchange for making up my mind so quickly, I could be planning heists with you guys instead. He said "Anything,” and I was very tempted to order him to join the troupe, but that would’ve just driven him away, and I know as well as anyone else that you should join the troupe willingly. So I asked him to kiss me.“

"You what?” Shizuku nearly exclaimed, but she lowered her voice, looking around to see eyes glance their direction, but quickly turn away when they made eye contact. “Wouldn’t that drive him away too?”

Chrollo shrugged nonchalantly, “I was mostly doing it to tease him, I was probably going to sign it either way since it would mean more fun for the troupe and for me, but the boy is very tenacious, surprisingly so. He cursed at me, first and foremost, enraged at the idea, but he quickly silenced himself, breathing in deeply before agreeing to it. I’d never seen someone so agitated and annoyed at such a request yet accepting it in less than five seconds. Before I could tell him he didn’t have to, he had already done so.

"It was much longer and more passionate than I thought it would be, and once he had moved away I couldn’t tell if his eyes were scarlet from embarrassment or hatred, but either way I couldn’t say no to signing the contract after that. He took it from me without a second glance and left a copy and his contact information on the ground behind him before disappearing into the crowd.”

“I don’t understand why that’s upsetting you so much though,” Shizuku pondered aloud, crossing her arms across her body. “You get to spend time with a potential candidate, and we get more work. It seems to work itself out, yeah?”

Chrollo shook his head, his fingers rubbing at his temples. “He came to this area for me. He knew we were in the area or he wouldn’t have been carrying the contract to begin with. Plus…” he faltered, he brought one hand down to touch his mouth, his lips still tingling a bit from remembering the experience.

Shizuku gasped, the noise causing him to look up as she brought her hands to her cheeks. “You like him,” she whispered accusingly, and Chrollo felt his face heat up. Well that’s no good.

“What? No, that’s not what I was about to say.”

“Say no more,” she said, raising a hand solemnly. “I promise not to tell anyone else about this.”

“But I didn’t say that,” he said exasperated as she stood up to leave. She looked back, winking at him as she descended the stairs.

“You didn’t have to danchou.”

He shook his head, forcing any blush present on his face to go away. How truly uncharacteristic of him to get flustered like that so easily. He sighed, stretching his own legs as he got up from his spot before calling out to Shizuku, who looked quite shocked at that.

“Thank you, Shizuku.”

She tilted her head, “What for danchou?” He couldn’t tell if it was her amnesia or her playing ignorant, but he just shook his head and smiled.

“For being you.”

#asks #chrollo lucilfer #shizuku #kurapika kurta #kurokura #reassuring thing #fanfiction #fei drabbles

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