#maybe they just announced that they are closing it as a publicity stunt to fill more seats and spike revenue

[crystalrose555]

Slap me, I dare you! ch. 19

“It seems that fortune has smiled upon us.”

Nixie whipped his head around to see Lucifer standing with his arms crossed, Asmodeus stood by Solomon’s side, and the humans he had control of along with all the others were slumped upon the floor unconscious, leaving the six men all alone. The silence was then broken by a confused Leviathan who raised his hand.

“Um, what’s going on?”

“I think it’s safe to say that we found the demon we’re looking for.” Satan answered.

Levi’s eyes widened before glaring at the exhausted Nixie.

“Where is she!?” The third born demanded.

“Like I would tell any of you.” Nixie hissed.

“You have no choice in the matter.” Lucifer announced coldly.

Nixie snorted in response as he stared daggers at the eldest. Tension seemed to be rising higher and higher as demonic tributes began showing on Levi and Satan while Lucifer kept his calm anger. Asmo watched on nervously before clearing his throat to get their attention.

“Ok, we caught him but why don’t we all calm down, we don’t want to cause an incident in the human world, right?” He chimed with a smile.

Levi’s face twisted with disgust in response while Satan held his chin.

“I think that’s up to our new friend here.” Satan offered.

The room went dead silent while Nixie’s eyes snapped from person to person.

“You’re surrounded and there’s no way out for you.”

“Hmm, these aren’t as fresh as I hoped.” Marley mumbled while comparing green peppers to each other.

“That’s what you think.” Nixie smirked with a growl.

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“I wonder if I can haggle a discount.”

Marley shrugged then waved over the vendor. Casually, she went back and forth with the seller while talking about little things that had happened to each of them. After about ten minutes of banter and small talk, Marley beamed a smile as she walked away with even more than she hoped.

“Stuffed bell peppers it is.” she thought with her mouth-watering a little.

Making her way over to the butcher, a sudden rush ran over her, giving her a slight tremble. It was as if someone had just unsheathed a sword from its sheath and bared its blade toward a multitude of powerful foes. She stumbled forward before shaking her head and looking toward the beach.

Nixie straightened up and turned toward the door where Levi and Satan stood. His boots echoed against the floor, stepping over slumbering bodies on the ground. Levi stiffened as he locked eyes with the approaching Nixie. There he stood before him and his brother, the moment before he spoke felt like an hour was crawling past.

“Maybe I should head home soon, the boys are probably back already.” She thought while she entered the meat market.

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“Move aside.” He commanded coldly, his eyes glimmering a shining magenta.

“Excuse me, like he-”

“I said, MOVE ASIDE!” Nixie bellowed.

Suddenly, electricity filled Levi and Satan’s bodies and a thick fog filled their minds. Asmo and Solomon’s eyes grew wide as the third and fourth brothers simply stepped away from the exit and allowed Nixie to step outside. Once Nixie left the doorway, their senses returned as quickly as they were taken.

“What just happened?” Satan asked as he shook his head.

“Dammit, not again.” Levi grumbled.

Lucifer wasted no time and quickly left the building after Nixie, leaving his brothers and Solomon to follow after him. Upon getting back on the public street, the group began to follow Lucifer who was only a few paces behind the escaping Nixie. He was close enough for the two to exchange guarded words.

“Leave me alone.” Nixie announced glancing back at the eldest brother.

“That is out of the question, especially after that stunt you just pulled.”

“I’m warning you, Lucifer.” He growled.

“Or what, you’ll control my mind like you did with those humans? Let me be the first to warn you that my mind is not as malleable as my brothers.”

“Are you sure about that? Do you know how easy it would be to shatter that prideful sense of self you have with just a whisper?” Nixie sneered.

Lucifer chuckled as if the threat he just heard was a subpar joke.

“Let’s not kid ourselves. If you had the energy to do such a thing, you would have commanded me instead of my brothers. The same thing happened when you and I clashed in RAD.”

Nixie ignored him as he tried to get some distance but Lucifer’s long strides kept up with his pace. The density of the crowded street changed as the duo found themselves in a more secluded spot. At this point, Nixie stopped in his tracks and turned to face Lucifer. This gave the others enough time to catch up to them.

“So what will you try next, you’re not going to turn into that beast from before since you will expose yourself. Are you looking for a spot to open a portal?” Lucifer called out as he folded his arms.

“Something like that,” Nixie claimed before lifting one of his arms.

Nixie began to float slightly off the ground while being enveloped in an invisible wind causing his hair and clothing to sway.

“What’s he doing now, charging his special attack?” Levi asked cautiously.

At that exact moment, he felt a breeze caressing his face as his own clothing began to flutter. Confused, Levi looked down and let out a startled scream. He was floating over a portal that seemed to lead somewhere unknown. Lucifer looked around and realized that his brothers along with Solomon were hovering over their own individual portals. Wide-eyed, he turned back to Nixie.

“Alright, you’ve got a choice, Lucifer. Keep pestering me and Marley and I’ll scatter everyone here across the winds. You wanna risk never seeing them again, then keep testing me, even I don’t know where they’ll end up.” Nixie growled.

“You think I can’t stop you?”

“Oh I know you can save them but to do so, you’ll have to let me go while you close each of the portals. You better hurry.”

Asmo and Levi’s screams filled the air as each of them began to lower toward the waiting portals. Lucifer scoffed before casting incantations to counteract the teleporting maws. Nixie smirked weakly, this was his final gambit and the first time he tried such a feat but it managed to pay off. With each dispelled portal, he slipped closer and closer to the gateway that opened beneath himself. All he had to do was slip through, he knew that once he got to the other side, he would most likely pass out from exhaustion but it would be worth the escape. He went limp as gravity began to take effect, every part of his being was aching and on fire, and his breath was short and swallowed as he struggled to stay conscious.

Solomon, realizing the gravity of the situation, began to dispel portals to hurry the process but an idea came across his mind and he called out to the others.

“Everyone, hold on, this is going to be a bit rough!” He yelled.

“What the hell is that suppose to mean!?” Levi cried out.

“Whatever, JUST DO IT!” Satan screamed out.

Solomon held his hand out and claimed to the elements.

“Come on, kid, there’s gotta be something Big Bro Mammon can do to smooth things over.”

“Hear me, O spirits of wind and earth,-”

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Gell recoiled out of disgust.

“Don’t ever call yourself that again, and the door is fixed, now get out!” Gell growled.

Mammon and Gell bickered back and forth while the younger brothers stood aside and watched.

Belphie sighed and raised his head lazily.

“This is getting nowhere, we should leave and come back later, Marley’s not even here.”

“B-But-”

“Yeah, Marley might get really mad that we’re here.” Beel brought up with a saddened expression.

“Y-Yeah, that’s right, real mad, so you all should leave, now!” Gell claimed, taking advantage of the situation.

Rem just narrowed his gaze at his twin.

“She’s not gonna be that mad-”

Before Rem could finish his thought, everyone in the room felt a sudden gust of wind above them. Looking up, they saw a portal appearing above them. A moment later, Nixie’s body fell through the void landing on top of Mammon who pushed Gell out of the way. Ignoring the fact Mammon cushioned Nixie’s rough entrance, Gell and Rem rushed over to help up the stumbling Nixie.

“Nixie, what happened to you!?” Gell yelled as Rem propped up the exhausted demon.

Nixie weakly opened his eyes and gave a weak smile while sweat covered his face and disheveled his hair.

“Boys…are you two alright?” He managed to wheeze out.

“Never mind us, what about you?” Rem added, struggling to hold up the taller man.

“Oi, what about me!?”

Nixie’s eyes snapped open as he turned his head to see Beel and Belphie helping Mammon to his feet.

“Yo, Nix, you ok, you’re shaking,” Rem commented while Gell help support Nixie’s other side.

Nixie felt fear engulf his being, he barely escaped only to land in a more dire situation. This time, the demons he wanted nothing to do with had found their way into Marley’s home. He had nothing left in his energy tanks but fumes and now he had to burn it up for what could be a final encounter.

Mammon, on the other hand, kept complaining to Beel and Belphie only for a familiar chill to come over him. He turned to see Nixie radiating a deep magenta aura around him. The young boys questioned the sudden action only to feel Nixie’s form grow larger and heavier. Soon they could no longer hold him up as he dropped to all fours, his hands growing thicker with claws. Soon his entire being was covered in thick black fur while his horns and tail came in proudly. Gell and Rem looked on confused as they held close to his sides while his back sprouted giant black wings that covered them protectively.

Mammon screamed before jumping into Beel’s arms.

“For the love of Diavolo, not again!” Mammon cried out loud.

Beel and Belphie stood firmly once they realized who they were facing. Nixie in his beastly form, roared loudly towards the unwelcomed demons.

“Yo, Nix, calm down, they’re cool,” Rem claimed, trying to diffuse the situation.

However, the portal that Nixie came from didn’t close as more bodies dropped from the ceiling. Gell and Rem’s eyes widen and stared as their unwanted guests multiplied from three to eight. Gell trembled as he gazed upon the crimson eyes of an irritated Lucifer who stood firmly in front of them. Rem took a look at his brother who began to tremble. Feeling the weight of the situation, the young twins clung tighter to the sides of the horned lion, and a natural sense of fear began to overcome their rational feeling. It didn’t matter what logic was telling them, all they knew was they were cornered and outnumbered, surrounded by demons with no escape in sight.

“I hope you know you’re going to pay dearly for what you’ve tried to pull.” Lucifer coldly announced.

Nixie only roared in response, puffing himself up to appear bigger. Lucifer stepped forward only to have one of his brothers step in front of his warpath.

“Asmo!? Get the hell out of the way!” Satan called out as he held up a portal-sick Leviathan.

Asmodeus didn’t respond, all he could do was swallow hard as he stared down his furious oldest brother.

“Asmodeus…” Lucifer uttered.

“Listen, I know you’re mad but it’s over, we all need to calm down.”

“Have you lost your damn mind, Asmo!? Let Lucifer take him out before he comes after me again!” Mammon yelled out.

Solomon shook off his uneasiness from the portal spell.

“I have to agree, this is getting way too serious,” Solomon claimed with a smile.

Confusion filled the faces of multiple brothers only for all their attention to be drawn by a heavy thud. They looked toward the source to see the large lion had collapsed to the ground. His wings flattened against his wards while Gell and Rem tried to rouse the beast back to his feet but nothing was working.

“Nix, Nixie, get up, ya gotta get up!” Gell’s voice cracked out while on the verge of tears.

Rem remained silent but it didn’t hide how panicked he was as tears pinpricked his eyes while he frantically shook the lion who panted heavily. The sight of the frantic children struck a cord in a number of hearts in the room. Much to everyone's surprise, Asmo rushed to the beast and lifted the lion’s large head off the ground and onto his lap, holding it tenderly. Almost in one instance, the lion turned back into Nixie’s human shape, his face was flushed red and his breathing was rapid and shallow. Asmo took his sleeve and wiped away the sweat on Nixie’s brow, shocking everyone who knew Asmo didn’t dirty himself for anyone.

“What the hell?” Mammon whispered out in the nearly silent room.

Asmo looked up from Nixie and shared a glance with the worried children before calling out to his brothers.

“We need to help him, he doesn’t look good.” Asmo pleaded.

Solomon came to his side and took a look at the unconscious man. The brothers besides, Lucifer, looked on in confusion.

“Uhh, does anyone understand what’s going on, I’m lost,” Levi commented while scratching his head.

Lucifer sighed, his shoulder loosening as his anger subsided.

“I’ll explain later, right now we need to do something about him.” He answered while holding his head with one hand.

“You’re right, besides Marley could be here any minute.”

“I’m already here.”

Every demon’s head snapped to see Marley standing behind them, placing groceries on the ground with a flat expression. She seemed to be staring through all of them and towards the scene unfolding on her floor. Nonchalantly, Marley made her way towards and through the crowd. Levi went to say something only to be shut down by an ungodly chill that filled his body. His brothers shared the same feeling as Marley finally got to Nixie’s side, ignoring Solomon and Asmo in the promise. As for the young boys, they grabbed onto Marley who gently patted their heads with warm caring hands. She gently shushed them until they could hold their crying.

“It’s going to be alright boys, I need you two to help me get Nixie on my back.” She told them.

Following her instruction, Marley was able to piggyback the passed-out demon. Solomon and Asmo helped as well but Marley didn’t acknowledge their existence. On her feet, Gell and Rem stood in front of her.

“Ok, I need you two to get my bed ready for him. Gell, go get some spare clothes ready. Rem, I need a basin with water and some washcloths.” Marley smiled warmly.

The twins looked on confused and gestured to all the strange men with their eyes.

“Don’t worry, they’re not going to stop you two. Now go on.” She assured them softly.

Gell and Rem nodded as they gingerly made their way through the crowd and up the stairs. Marley sighed and made her way to the stairs as well. The brothers instinctively reached out to help her but couldn’t work up the nerve. Instead, the group followed her to the bottom of the staircase and froze in place once she stopped and turned her gaze to them.

“I’ll deal with you all later.” She claimed coldly with an icy stare.

She then turned around and ascended the stairs, leaving everyone else on the first floor in silence only for Beel to break the quiet.

“I think Marley’s mad at us.” He claimed sadly.

[cariserillium]

YOU GUYS!!! I’m going to see Phantom on Broadway in October!!!

[insufferablelust]

you and spencer teasing each other all day at work to see who breaks first and it ends with you and him have some rough sexy times in an empty office 🥵 (it do be horny hours rn)

if it isn’t one of my favorite tumblr accounts ever! such an honor to write this! i changed some stuff and its super long i know:( but hopefully you’ll still like it! thank you for requesting bub! i love you! (and yes HORNY HOURS = every hour basically for me)

OKAY WARNINGS BE RESPONSIBLE : THIS IS SMUT basically just porn, Semi-Public sex, exhibitionism, degradation, Dom!Spencer, Sub!reader, Fluff!!, Unprotected sex (don’t you dare!), um what else.. uh oh! bratty!reader, vibrating panties?, and some sprinkle of curious Prentiss + Garcia duo! as always excuse my grammatical errors, thank you.

Happy Reading, please feel free to send me more requests, Smut, fluff, angst, whichever you like! ❤️

it started out silly, you and Spencer have been together for a year now, after you joined the BAU, your fascination grew quickly for the doctor, the way he talk, the way he stuck out his lip when he concentrates, the way his fingers move when he’s explaining about quantum physics, and the way his stares could easily make someone give up control easily.

And lucky you, 5 months into the job it turns out that Spencer is equally smitten when it comes to you, the way you gaze up at him shyly, the way you can go from a tiny cute kitten to a mother lion, the way you run your mouth sometimes makes him want to shut you up, preferably with his lips against yours. As if you were both have always been meant to be, he sealed the relationship and now it has been going on for about a year.

Right from the beginning of your relationship, it’s always been clear that you’re the submissive out of the two, you both switch sometimes, but most of the time he loves the thrill and feeling of taking control over you, dominate you in smallest ways possible. Like picking what you wear sometimes, braiding your hair when you go out, setting up your bed time because you won’t sleep otherwise and you both need to works. Since you live together, in this household what Spencer Reid said goes, and you’re content with that, relinquishing control after days of catching serial killers and filling out paperworks feels so good and you definitely love when he takes care of you.

But when there’re rules, there are punishments. Now you see, you can get really bratty when you want to be, sometimes it’s not even intentional, maybe you have had a bad day and been snapping at your coworkers all day, at one time even snapped at Spencer when you were on a case, of course spencer won’t let that behavior slide so right after the case, let’s just say that you limped your way to the bullpen the very next day. Yet there are also times when you just act bratty on purpose, defying him, rolling your eyes, interrupt his ramblings, even tease him under the table during dinner- now that, that is the behavior that never fails to earn you the best nights of your lives.

And its an advantage for you when he proposed the idea, right on your anniversary eve. Spencer just finished showering as he entered the bedroom to find you reading one of Rossi’s newest book, he chuckled softly as he put on his pajamas and lays down next to you that cause you to immediately put down the book cuddle close to him. You glanced towards the analog clock beside Spencer as it read 23:55 on it, “it’s 5 minutes until—“

“Our anniversary, I know baby.” He interrupts, as he wrap his arms around you and placing soft kisses all over your face. “Do you know, astronomers estimates that there are about 100 thousand stars in the Milky Way alone?” He randomly mumbled, earning himself a giggle, as you softly ran your palm up and down his cheeks, “and your point being, Dr.Reid?”

“Oh I don’t know, if god is in fact real, I’m just grateful that the universe give me the brightest most powerful star amongst all. I mean isn’t that something?” He chuckled, looking down at you- directly at your eyes.

You feel your lips wobbled as a tear threaten to slip out of your eyes, before sniffling “hey, hey baby, why are you crying? Did I said something wrong” he worriedly placed leans on his elbow, lay you down on your pillows.

“No you dumb genius, I just love you so much and I don’t know what to do with it” You pouts as you hear him laughing the infamous Spencer’s laugh before leaning down to kiss your lips hungrily, cupping your jaw, and tangle your tongues together.

Your fingers manage to grip his hair, as you pull him off, gulping down a deep breath “w-were you trying to kill me?” To which he laughed and shrug “I was just showing you what to do with it, (y/n)”

“Mmm You can definitely show me more than that... sir” and with that his whole demeanor changes, like staring into a different person, you bit your lip in anticipation, feeling his palm roams up your sides, whilst his lip graze across your skin delicately- almost like he’s taunting you. Just as he was about to kiss you, he pulled back and grin,

“Is that so, love? I have a different idea in mind though” He smiles at your agape jaw, and the curiosity that’s glimmering through those glassy eyes, Spencer is a genius— you’re always excited on what he have in store for you in that brilliant mind of yours.

“May I know what it is, Dr.Reid?” Your heart flutter as you see him smiling, meaning he’s pleased with the way you asked. “You’ve been good for me, but i hope you haven’t forget that little stunt you pulled a week ago, i certainly haven’t, sweetheart.”

Your heart dropped as your thighs clenched together, a week ago right before a case, you were bratty, teased Spencer the whole day, from rubbing him underneath the table, and even pretended that you’ve dropped your fork so you can bend down. He was planning to pull you over his lap then and there but the plan got canceled right as Garcia announced that the LAPD needs them on a double homicide case. You honestly thought he has forgotten about it, but you cursed internally as you remember that your boyfriend has an eidetic memory.

“Oh look at you, your lips goes pale then you’re visibly shuddering. What? Don’t say you’ve forgotten about it”

“N-no sir! Its just that... I, are you going to punish me?”

“No, at least not until tomorrow night. How about, we play a little game?” He suggested, as he brush his thumb on your lower lip, and you suckle on it as a sign of agreement.

“Tomorrow, unless a case comes up, we’re both allowed to tease each other starting from the moment we wake up until we comes home from work. Whoever break first, looses and have to do everything the other person asks for the night plus the whole next day.”

If your panties wasn’t soaked already, it definitely is now. You shudder and nod in response, sucking his thumb contently before popping them out of your mouth “yes please sir, I would like that.”

“Good girl, now lay back and let’s savor tonight before we torture each other tomorrow.”

And at that, your anniversary night was perfect.

————— next morning

The first thing on your mind today is that it’s going to be sucks, waking up to your boyfriend nibbling the reminiscent of the last night’s marks on your neck is certainly not the way to go for you— not if you want to win this.

So like a good girl that you are, you push Spencer lightly so he’s laying on his back and straddle his hips, an innocent smile displayed on your face as you lightly grind your hips down— feeling him harden underneath you.

“Y/n, it’s not fair” the way his morning voice sounds makes you clench at nothing, fluttering your eyes shut before letting out an over exaggerated whimper “but you never said there are any rule but to have an actual sex and we aren’t having sex right now, aren’t we sir?” You batted your eyelash at him as you lick your lips slowly.

Spencer grunts, before gripping your hips and threw you onto the bed— his hand immediately settled itself on your neck, fingers right on top of your pulse pressing down. “Fine, kitten. You wanna play that way? we’ll play that way, but just know that i will always win so be ready to get ruined tonight” your parted your lips due to the lack of oxygen, letting out a bratty remark “Talk is c-cheap, sir”

Spencer’s eyes fluttered shut as he try to compose himself, but then he realized how you’re playing the game— he’s damn good at his job after all. So when you thought he was loosing it, he kept his calm and get off of you, before pressing a soft kiss on your cheeks.

“Happy anniversary baby, I love you. Let’s get ready for work okay?” and at that he’s walking to the shower, leaving you breathless and confused. Your hand itching to slip itself between your thighs, god you are soaking.

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After an excruciatingly long shower and breakfast, you headed upstairs to change your clothes. As you were about to open your closet, Spencer calls you from the bedroom.

“Y/n, i want you to wear this today.”

You stepped into the bedroom as you see the outfit he laid on the bed, casual work outfit, a blouse, coat, and dress skirt— but what you see next is what makes your jaw dropped. The damn panties. For your 6 month anniversary, Spencer got you two sets of vibrating panties, the one he can actually control with his cellphone, now you’ve wore it dozens of times but never on the job, and definitely not when you’re in some type of game like this.

“Spencer that’s not fair!” You whined loudly and cross your arms in front of your chest, knowing damn well that if you wear the panties, you’ll lose immediately.

“But just like you said, No rules right? so as far as i’m concerned you’ll still obey every command i give you unless you safe word, isn’t that right baby?” Oh the bastard is definitely smug now,

“y-yes! but—“

“ah ah rules are rules princess, so unless you say the word, put on the damn panties and address me properly, it’s doctor or sir.” You’re definitely loosing but you damn will go down fighting.

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Your team definitely realized that something is up between you and spencer, it’s 10 now and you’ve both been on your phones all day, Emily even noticed how you kept bang your knee against the desk today, which earned her a smile from you and a whisper of “oh just nervous tics” If only she knows how cruel these stupid panties are, you thought.

Spencer may have the upper hand but you certainly doesn’t make it easy for him either, every so often you will pass by his desk, and pretend to bend over to pick something you ‘accidentally dropped’ or rubbing his bulge underneath the table as you went to a nearby cafe for lunch with Morgan and Prentiss. and you can’t forget how flushed he becomes when you call him ‘Dr.Reid’ almost every time you talk to him. At one point you got him so good that he’s this close to pinning you on the nearest wall and just have his way with you. But Spencer is not one to lose, and you knows that better than anyone.

As the night comes, you and Spencer are right on the edge— just wanting to literally tear each other’s clothes off. Most of the people are already gone, That being JJ who left early because Henry is sick, Hotch and Rossi were on a meeting downstairs and Morgan got a date. Lastly, Penelope and Emily is picking up a classified unsolved murder case file from the police department, which meant you and spencer has approximately an hour before Hotch and Rossi finishes their meetings or Penelope and Emily went back.

Of course, Spencer caught on that too, that’s why you’re struggling to not moan due to the immense pleasure you’re feeling between your thighs, all day today he never set the settings to the highest level because he may be cruel but he knows your limit— but now, now is the perfect time to win.

Your legs starts to shake feeling yourself getting so close that you know you can’t take it anymore. Shakily reaching your phone, you typed in a message quickly,

“You win. The empty office near storage, now” you typed in quickly, dragging yourself to the office near Garcia’s den and leaning against the desk, muttering curses of swear words.

“Normally i would be mad at you for demanding that way but seeing how needy you seemed, i decided to be nice and let that slide” You turned around before hurriedly locking the door behind him, reached down to grab his phone and turn off the vibration— steadying your breathing as you lean against his chest.

“you a-are mean” you blurted out, gnawing your teeth at the base of his collar, fingers clawing at his dress shirt as you greedily rub your nipples against his front— god you’ll do absolutely anything for this man.

“Oh you thought that was mean? I’ll give you mean, you little slut” He whispered and laughed deeply beside your ear— earning himself a moan from you.

Your eyes widen as he effortlessly carried you to the center of the room where the desk sat, and place you down on the edge of it, His fingers skillfully taking your blouse off as his lips are against yours in a bruising kiss.

He trailed his kisses downwards, biting and licking the pulse point on your neck as his hand brush so delicately against your clothed panties— you moaned out loudly as you buck your hips and grip his hair. Spencer looks up at you before shaking his head disappointedly, taking off his belt, tying your hands on your back, and shove his tie onto your mouth to keep you quiet.

“Now there you go, my helpless baby. Just enjoy this and don’t make a sound” He whispered before bending down to take your panties off, sliding them down your legs and bunch your skirt up around your waist before taking his own pants off and grip the base of his cock,

“Ready sweetheart?” He breathlessly asked, laughing when he pretend to be shocked when you can’t answer, shakes his head before pushing himself into you slowly— “oh fuck, so tight— and warm” he grunts against your neck.

Your head thrown back as you feel him start to move, your muffled moans could be heard as you feel the intense pleasure from the way his cock brushes against your sweet spot everytime he thrusts into you, pulling his tie from your mouth.

“Thats it baby, keep quiet alright? we don’t want anyone to find out how needy and messy you are. So good for me, my good girl” He praised and praised, which makes you mewl, trying to suppress it as best as you could. “Oh! ah ah! Sir please!” You aren’t even sure what is it you’re begging anymore, you just need him to keep fucking you and make you cum.

“please what? hm? please what sweet girl?” His breathing is heavy as he pounds his cock with a brutal pace, feeling himself getting close, as your walls clenched around him “Such a tight cunt.” He groaned. “Please— m-may i cum? please sir! i’ve been good” you gripped the sides of his belt as you feel your high right on the teetering edge, letting out a loud scream as soon as he said,

“Cum, Now. Do it for me, cum baby— fuck that’s it, good girl” every praises spill out of his lips as he keeps on pounding you, before letting himself release inside you, making you whine in sensitivity and the filling of being full- full of him. After cleaning yourself up, you checked the clock, that shows you’ve been there for an hour and few minutes, sighing as you tried to stand up

“I love you, Spencer Reid” Your legs wobble when youre about to fall, Spencer immediately catch you and steady you up on your feet, slightly chuckling “I love you too baby, happy anniversary”. After few more kisses and some steadying, you walked out of the empty office back to your desks in the bullpen, smiling to yourself as you look around to find that no one’s there.

Except, you never bothered to look in the right direction— garcia thought as she tried to erase the memory of seeing the team’s two babies fucking like animals. Oh well thank god it wasn’t Morgan.

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[yaz-the-spaz]

But I want to know your theory. :(

ok ok i guess i’ll spill…i was kinda hesitant to share just cause i’m still not all that solid in my belief in it myself but basically it seems like maybe ziam has made it a tradition to have some kind of couples trip most years (if not every year) in february ever since 2014…

(btw for future reference this ask is a continuation of this ask re ziam both being publicly in vegas earlier this year)

ugh sorry guys! hit enter by accident and posted this wayyyy before i was anywhere near finished lol…this will be updated within the hour (if it doesn’t take me too long to get my thoughts out)

narrator: she did not finish it within the hour.

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ok so part of the reason i’ve been hesitant to share this is because a good portion of it is VERY speculative and just based on a lot of guesswork and assumptions, but also there’s the fact that it feels like this is something major that more people in the fandom (or at least someone, other than little ass me lol) would have noticed before now and it kind of freaks me out that maybe no one else has?? (unless ofc i just haven’t happened to see any other posts there are about it idk)… 

also fyi a lot of what i propose throughout this is heavily based on info from this post just to make sure i remember to site my sources before we get into it lol

alright now onto the actual theory…

SO. all this started with me scrolling through old posts from late 2013/early 2014 and being reminded of the fuckery that was zayn’s bday that year (with the douche canoe crew and everyone pretending like liam was barely there as seemingly some sort of weird over-the-top cover-up)…the same party that seemed kinda like liam’s possible “introduction” to the malik family as more than just zayn’s friend/as his possible significant other. which was also only a month after that suspicious engagement-looking ring first showed up on zayn’s ring finger in december 2013 from bts midnight memories mv footage (and which stayed around as a necklace throughout january 2014 and early febuary 2014 right before the first appearance/debut of the mandala tat in mid feb). 

bts midnight memories mv with the ring in view - dec 2013:

(suspicious?) malik family outing/celebration with the ring in view - dec (or possibly late nov?) 2013:

[putting the rest under the cut cause as per usual with me this got insanely long]

liam and aunt zileh at zayn’s bday party - jan 2014:

liam and one of the little cousins at zayn’s bday party - jan 2014:

then sometime in between late jan and early feb 2014 liam went on a trip to barbados with his whole family (and supposedly also sophia lol more on that later*) while zayn was SUPPOSEDLY still home and steadily “posting” pics of himself at home with various members of his family (with the ring on a necklace clearly visible in the pics lol), anddd as some have also pointed out his hair was suspiciously unchanged in these pics despite his claim of getting a haircut BEFORE most of the pics were posted lol

zayn in family pics with the ring on a necklace - late jan/early feb 2014 (sorry i’m not the one who cropped his fam out lol):

but yet we’re supposed to believe zayn - who had just gotten awarded the asian ambassadorship for the VERY FIRST time - mysteriously (and willingly) MISSED the ceremony on feb. 5th with absolutely no explanation. which…we all know how big a deal that was to him from the way he talked about it and how honored he was when he went in 2015…which begs the question if he was really just home not doing much of anything at the time in 2014 why in the world would he just pass/bail on that HUGE HONOR with no explanation??? mayhaps because he was actually already an ocean away with liam and fam in barbados celebrating his engagement (and getting his own “introduction” to the payne family) and literally COULD NOT ATTEND?

anyway so then, we have him getting the mandala tat around feb 18th 2014 - or at least this is the day he debuted it on his old ig, so the date may be a few days off from when he actually got it - but this still would’ve been shortly after they got back from the barbados trip when he debuted this particular tat (aka another solidification of the engagement??) 

THEN we get the very first ig ziam likes from the famous and beloved aunt zileh (!!!) in this same month (still feb for reference, but she continues steadily and heavily liking stuff all the way through april when she seems to cool down again). fast forward to the 2014 brits at the end of february where we have the infamous moment with 1) ziam giddy as fucking ever, 2) zayn whispering into and practically mawling liam’s neck in public, 3) liam talking about how it was great to “fill each other in” on what they were up to during their break while zayn’s just steady standing there smiling like a loon and then 4) liam still later being like ‘you don’t wanna know’ when asked what he got up to (and zayn still grinning like a fool)

ziam being gross at brits 2014:

so to sum up so far: 1) one of them possibly proposed around nov/dec 2013 (or that’s my best guess anyway based on the evidence lol), 2) then zayn shows up with a suspiciously-engagement-looking ring in dec 2013, 3) then all the weirdness with liam’s attendance at zayn’s bday party a month later (possibly also liam’s formal intro to the malik family), 4) then liam takes his barbados trip with his fam (and supposedly sophia lol*) just a couple weeks later while “zayn” stays home and posts family pics (but is very likely secretly on the trip with liam lol which is also possibly zayn’s formal intro the payne family and a belated celebration of their engagement), 5) and then we get the beginning of aunt zileh’s likes, 6) the debut of zayn’s mandala tat, 7) and the 2014 brits wildness…all in the space of like 3 months. and most of it happening in FEBRUARY. what a wild fucking journey right?

*side note/fun fact: liam and his fam were posting stuff regularly throughout the duration of the barbados vacay but there were literally zero pics of sophia posted from this trip until like dec 2014 or sometime around then when like ONE random pic suddenly surfaced/was posted and lots of ppl had already speculated that sophia was never there in the first place so once this one pic came up that idea got upgraded to people theorizing that they maybe had some of the fam go back a second time later in the year just to stage take photos to retroactively prove/authenticate the narrative that sophia was there lol

but anyway so back to the actual matter at hand - most of that shit happened in february right? specifically the barbados trip (aka the possible engagement celebration trip)…and when i was talking about all this to a friend we realized ZIAMI WAS ALSO IN FEBRUARY. AND SO WAS THIS YEAR’S VEGAS SHIT. AND THEN. AND THEN. My friend did some research and there was apparently this little known/barely talked about article (or at least barely talked about that i’m aware of) about liam taking a TRIP TO THE MALDIVES IN FEBRUARY 2016… which coincidentally (or not lol considering these shady ass hoes) is also around the same time he got his 4 tattoo (I believe this was the first article, or at least one of the first articles, that mentioned the tat’s debut) 

BUT WAIT. 

THE INSANE SHIT DOES NOT END THERE FOLKS.

GUESS WHICH MONTH THE CARTIER BRACELET FIRST DEBUTED?

FUCKING FEBRUARY 2016.

specifically on liam’s wrist in preparation for the 2016 brits (photo posted to his brits stylist’s ig on feb 23rd). and he didn’t take it off till like june.

so. quick timeline:

february 2016 - maldives trip and debut of liam’s 4 tattoo (around feb 21st); debut of cartier bracelet via liam (feb 23rd); (there was also that valentine’s day roses pic liam posted feb 14th of this year which was quite interesting considering he and c hadn’t even been officially announced as a “thing” yet…ofc we know it still got retroactively attributed to her anyway but whatever, we all know who it was really for lol 😏)

february 2017 - i don’t have anything on this year, partly cause i stopped paying as close attention due to heavy ramping up of stunts, although if anyone has more concrete info on this period that hints at anything please do hit me up and i will add it in, but anyway just based on a little light research there does appear to be a good period of inactivity from both of them during this time (as in both of them had quite a bit of time in february where they were pretty inactive on sm, not being papped, and essentially mia and would have potentially had time to go on a private trip) - UPDATE: HOLY SHIT I CANNOT BELIEVE I FORGOT ABOUT THIS BUT THIS IS THE YEAR LIAM SHOWED UP AT THE BRITS WITH THE MOTHERFUCKING 25 ON HIS JACKET AND FUCKED SIMON ALL THE WAY UP BY SWERVING ON HIS UGLY BITCH ASS SPEECH IN FRONT OF GOD AND ENTIRE WORLD (and i think also thanked zayn in his speech if i’m not mixing that up with another year??) - all on feb 23rd to be specific.

february 2018 - ZIAMI OBVIOUSLY (which specifically started feb 22nd, or at least that’s the day i’m counting it as ‘started’ cause it’s the day liam joined zayn in miami, can’t recall the exact day zayn arrived but pretty sure it was only a couple days before that)

february 2019 - zayn starts wearing this distinctive fishhook earring in all his ig pics, which on the surface seems like a pretty small thing, but quite possibly commemorates their famous august 2014 fishing trip (directly after which he also started wearing a fish hook pendant on a necklace back in 2014); this was also another period they were pretty quiet/mia as far as i can recall, although again if anybody has more concrete info from this time that could point to something please let me know, but anyway point being they again would have had a good chunk of time to possibly go on a private trip together

february 2020 - VEGAS BABY

ofc i’m sure you all will notice one year was left out - february 2015 they were on tour with no breaks coming anytime soon so they obviously weren’t able to go on a trip that year. BUT. february 14th 2015 (aka valentine’s day lol) is also the day liam was famously papped with some small shopping bags that looked suspiciously but precisely like the type that usually come from a jewelry store, and then later that same night they had a performance (for otra tour) where we have zayn pictured wearing a new gold bracelet (as in he hadn’t been seen wearing it ever before on tour or anywhere else) - btw the op of this linked post actually marks this day as the debut of the cartier bracelet but there’s a lot of counter speculation that it’s not and given that it doesn’t quite look like the cartier bracelet looked in later pics (it’s more round and more gold than the cartier bracelet which imo looks more angular and more kind of a two-tone/silvery-gold than this vday bracelet) i’m inclined to lean more towards it just being a regular but still very sweet vday-gifted bracelet. but anyway back to more important stuff. now considering this was literally just a little over a month before zayn left - and one of my theories for zayn leaving was that it was possible he felt it was the only way to save his relationship with liam…i mean if they were still giving each other vday presents they were clearly still VERY in love at this point. like that’s not the kind of thing you’d expect from a couple that was on the rocks and on the verge of breaking up and i know a lot of ppl (myself included for a brief minute) speculated that zayn leaving the band meant he maybe left liam too/or things weren’t working out b/t them or whatever, but given this context of the vday gifts just a few weeks before him leaving that doesn’t really line up…what does line up though is him being so in love and so sick of the bs that he might be driven to just be done with it all (as far as the stress of the band and mgmt bs is concerned at least). and ofc liam did say that zayn is the most emotionally impulsive/emotionally driven out of all them so when you think about it it really shouldn’t come as that much of a surprise…

anyway, in conclusion: 

it appears quite possible ziam has made it a couples tradition (ever since that first honeymoonish vacay in 2014) to go on some sort of trip/getaway together around the end of every february (or at least do something special together/for each other when they can’t) and in further conclusion I AM NOT OKAY AND WILL NEVER BE OVER THIS REALIZATION OKAY THANKS BYE 😭😭😭😭😭🌈🌈🌈 

[navegandoaciegas]

five more minutes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: secret relationship, general smut warnings, explicit language, 18+ please.

Summary: Three times when all you wish for is five more minutes of time with Bucky. AKA, dating co-stars is complicated, and that’s why you chose to keep your relationship a secret.

A/N: I wrote this for @wxntersoldiers​ ‘s 6k AU writing challenge and I chose Actor!AU. I hope you like this! English is my third language so please forgive any mistakes. Also I tried to make a moodboard but I’m not artistically inclined so... 

Five more minutes is all you could ask for every time the clock strikes 7AM and Bucky has to rush out of bed, silky sheets tangling up his legs, tripping over his own feet as he scrambles to put on a t-shirt that he hopes your smell doesn’t linger on; in the darkness he stumbles on the shoes you’ve thrown away in a haste to get undressed, and curses you for drawing the blinds at night before finally sneaking out your hotel room with a whispered ‘see you on set’. Groggy like you always are in the morning, you wait with bated breath for him to text you he’s back in his, unseen by the rest of the cast and crew that swarm the place at 8, your secret safe another morning, before falling back asleep. 

All you want is five more minutes of his chestnut hair sprawled over his pillow, his soft snores and jerky legs, his prosthetic arm weighting on your waist and warmth radiating off of him that compensates for his blanket hogging tendencies.

“Just five more minutes.” he grumbles when the alarm goes off, the same thing he says every morning, the same four words he used to say everyday back in school; just like his mother would drag him out of bed anyways, ignoring his pleads, so do you.

Turning around you press sweet kisses on his forehead and graze his stubble covered cheeks.

“We don’t have five minutes.”, you whisper, “Makeup and hair is coming in an hour.”

Bucky groans in annoyance and buries his face deeper in the pillow, mumbling something about wanting to stay with you all day.

Five more minutes is not too much to ask for, and today you decide that the planet could stop spinning on its axis and time could freeze, all for a little more time together before you have to face the reality of your relationship.

Fleeting moments, longing looks, lingering touches: a small price to pay to keep the rest of the world from poking and prodding your love, questioning your motives, twisting and warping reality until your unadulterated feelings are but a publicity stunt, until one is an abusive asshole and the other is a serial cheater, and what was once a safe haven becomes the source of all pain and insecurities.

But in the darkness of your hotel room, in your little oasis of peace, you’re not a clandestine affair, but a precious secret that’s worth keeping, and all that matters is you and him; there’s no shouting paparazzis, no nosey interviewers, no assuming public, just you and your sweet kisses, Bucky and his delicate touches.

His hands roam over your body, goosebumps spreading behind his soft caresses, heat pooling in your core when he kneads the flesh of your thighs and ass, nipples stiffening when his teeth graze them. 

Five more minutes, and maybe a little more, is all you ask for, just enough time for you to explore his body, tug on his hair, nip his throat and kiss your way downward, careful not to leave any sign of your love, no mark of your sweet possessiveness.

Five more minutes of his tongue delving in your glistening folds, his long fingers circling your bud, of you bucking your hips to meet his thrusts until he’s buried deep inside you, and the burn of him stretching you gives way to pleasure. 

Your head is yanked back when he pulls on your hair, his cock sliding in and out of you as your clit keeps rubbing on the sheets, his hips hitting your ass as he fucks you into the mattress. You squeeze your eyes shut and bite the pillow to muffle the moans and screams erupting out of your mouth.

Your walls clench around him and you feel your orgasm near, pleasure shooting from your core to the rest of your body, toes curling and mind hazy; Bucky follows close behind, his cock swelling as he snaps his hips harder and faster, until he spills inside you, hot release filling you so much you come too, clamping down on him and milking every last drop he gives you. 

These moments as you recover from the explosion in your bodies, these adoring looks when you bask in the aftershock of pleasure, these rare cuddles after making love to you: you don’t get them often. And as most beautiful things in life, they’re not meant to last.

A knock at your door bursts your loving bubble and jolts you back to reality, the harsh reminder of not being able to scream your love at the top of your lungs hitting you like a freight car.

“I got you breakfast.” announces the faint voice of Peter, your PA May’s nephew, the college kid who runs errands for you, brings you coffee and holds your purse when you’re out shopping, the same kid people speculate you’re hooking up with about any time he’s photographed with you, the same way you’re rumored to be sleeping with half of Hollywood.

You and Bucky both sigh, knowing those five more minutes you wish for are delayed yet again, and now you’ll have to find a way to successfully sneak him out of your room.

🎬

Blissfully unaware is how you’d describe the people in your life, always so close to finding out, to walking in on you doing something you’re not supposed to, and yet so far away from the truth, so painfully oblivious that they could never even suspect anything. 

Their blindness makes you delirious with excitement: your love is only yours, you don’t have to share it with anyone else, because you don’t want to, because you’re greedy and selfish like that and because holding hands under the table, sneaking kisses between takes when no one is watching, fucking in the trailers with the door ajar because you secretly want to get caught, is the rush of energy you never knew you needed to feel alive, the fix of adrenaline you can’t live without.

Heated touches, swollen lips, rough hands on your body, open mouthed kisses. Panting, moaning, crying. Fuzzy hair on your sensitive nipples, strong legs between your own. Rough sand underneath you, the sound of the waves that beat on the shore in your ears.

He looks so beautiful under the orange Hawaiian sunset, red faced and disheveled, hair sticking everywhere, his hard length pressed against your core. You feel warmth inside you when he looks at you, when he grazes your skin with soft caresses, when he peppers your neck with kisses. Your heart is beating out of its cage and-

“And, cut!” Pepper, the director, shouts at the top of her lungs, interrupting the magic of the moment, “You guys did amazing!” 

The crew starts packing as Pepper congratulates you, praising your ‘great on screen chemistry’, the kind she’s never seen before, and the realism of each of your touches and looks. You wish you could say you’re that good of an actress, but the truth is when Bucky touches you the rest of the world disappears, you’re not Karina and he’s not Oliver. It’s just the two of you, and sometimes you have to stop yourself right before moaning his name instead of Oliver’s. 

That night he’s in your room again before a movie premiere you’ve both been invited to, with a nicely packaged pink bag, “A gift.” he says holding it up to you, “Wear this tonight. Don’t worry, I washed it before.”

Absolutely not, is the first answer you give when you unwrap the white tissue paper around the present, but as always Bucky manages to be too convincing for your own good: the promise of all the things he can do with his tongue if you behave like a good girl is all it takes for you to change your mind.

At the premiere, you wear the vibrating panties like he’s asked of you.

It’s humiliating in the best way possible the way he smirks watching from afar how you squirm every time he controls the vibration so it’s high enough that you feel an orgasm near, but not fast enough that it seems achievable, a sweet torture he’s subjecting you to as you slowly rub your aching core on the seat whilst struggling to keep a straight face when people talk to you. You’ll both look back to the pictures taken tonight and remember what you were hiding. It’s your dirty little secret, the glances you steal, his hand controlling the device in your panties and increasing the speed every time a man dares talk to you. You’re going out of your mind, desperate to lose control and aware you can’t do that. 

Bucky tries to entertain this interviewer who’s flirting with him, but all he can concentrate on is your thighs clenching and your face glistening in a fine sheen of sweat. He sends you a look, and you don’t even need words or gestures to get up from your seat and head straight to the restrooms where he’ll be meeting in enough time that it won’t seem suspicious.

After all, you’ve perfected the art of sneaking around. 

When you get out of the stalls and back to your seat, eyes half lidded and lips swollen, Natasha smiles, completely oblivious to what just went down in the bathrooms, and the idea adds to the pulsing ache between your legs.

Outside, bodyguards part the crowd, flashing lights blind you, loud voices overwhelm you. You make your way through the shouting paparazzi and fans that ask questions you dread to answer. One day you will, likely on some scripted talk show, reading a speech May will have prepared off the teleprompter.

“Fans have been speculating about you and Barnes dating, can you tell us more?”

“There’s been talks about a whirlwind romance between the two of you, both on screen and off.”

One day you will.

You smile at the cameras, joke with interviewers. Bucky spots you from afar and smiles when your eyes lock together.

Surrounded by hundreds of people or on a desert island, underneath the bright lights of Hollywood or in the darkness of the trailers where you’ve fallen in love, all that matters is him and you.

One day you will, but not today. Today you need five more minutes. Today your secret is still yours, your love is only yours, and you have no intention of sharing.

🎬

You never ask for much, never wish for the moon; you just want five minutes of peace and quiet, five minutes where paparazzi don’t follow you around like hungry hyenas, where you can grab lunch with an old friend and not have journalists speculate about your love life as you eat. 

“So, who is it this time?” Bucky asks in a monotone voice, hands rubbing sunblock on your shoulders.

“Quentin Beck.” you reply drily, scrolling through your Instagram feed. It was Bucky last time, Carol Denvers before him, among an endless list of actors and models.

He hums, “How long?”

“Couple of weeks, maybe months? Who knows.” you shrug, sipping on a margarita, contemplating the beauty of Tony’s private island. Your eyes are met with a horizon of endless blue, sky and ocean fusing into one, resembling Bucky’s eyes; white sand burns the soles of your feet, and a gentle salty breeze blows his hair. 

TMZ reports rumors of you sneaking out of Beck’s hotel room in the early hours of the morning, hours you spent blissfully asleep on Bucky’s chest.

“Not me, I didn’t realize you were dating someone else.” he deadpans, unfolding the beach chair and sitting on it, only for it to collapse on itself, sending him ass first on the ground.

You can’t help the ugly but heartfelt laugh that escapes you at the sight of your hunky boyfriend folded in half, and you only laugh out more when he glares at you.

“I bet you’d help Beck out if he fell on his ass.” he grumbles, struggling to get up.

“I would because he’s my boyfriend, apparently.” you giggle.

The look in Bucky’s eyes would make anyone cower in fear, but you can’t decide whether it turns you on or amuses you. One moment you’re laying on the beach and the next thing you know, Bucky’s hauled you on his shoulder, prosthetic arm keeping you in place as he rushes to the shore. 

The ocean is surprisingly warm and calm, much like his eyes. Forehead against yours, he holds you up so you’re clinging to him like a koala, and you both sway along the gentle waves.

You press your body onto his and he groans in your mouth when you slant your lips against his, kissing him possessively. Your hands are needy and desperate as they roam over his lean body, tug on his hair, reach in his swim shorts and palm his cock, and his touch is bruising on your thighs. You hiss at the stretch of him inside you, and your walls clamp down on him as he bounces you on his cock, grunting filthy promises and sweet praises into your ears.

While he makes love to you in the ocean, the sun kissing your skin and salt clinging to your bodies, you both moving in sync, the rest of the world is speculating on your love life, rumors spreading around like wildfire about who you might be dating, thousands of photos of you and Beck eating together, articles being written about your commitment issues. You wonder which one of your so-called friends would sell you out in a heartbeat, which one of the crew members would out your relationship with no hesitation if they knew.

And the fullness of him inside you and the sweet secret you two share like teenagers hopelessly in love are the biggest fuck you that you could think of.

You never ask for much, only for five minutes of bliss, and among the gentle waves of the ocean and underneath the scorching sun of the tropics, you finally got them.

🎬

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[danlusional]

08 - our moment

book: Platinum pairing: M!Avery Wilshere x Cassidy Lowe warning: none word count: 1,704 summary: after finishing up their world tour, Avery and Cassidy take a break to talk about their past, present, and future

As her fingers grazed against the sheet of the bed, she found nothing aside from the crinkles and folds of last night’s remnants. She tried once more, reaching as far as she could without opening her eyes, but still nothing. Cassidy sat up and rubbed the sleep off her eyes before looking all over the small, quaint room from left to right. He wasn’t there. 

This wasn’t the first time she found him missing from their bed, but usually, she would’ve had a lead to where he was. A humming, a gentle melody playing on the piano, or anything. Unfortunately, they weren’t in his New York townhouse or her apartment. The lovely Bed and Breakfast his sister owned offered nothing but peace and quiet, something they needed — and now, something Cassidy wished had a piano lying somewhere to give her a clue. 

She walked over to the window, overlooking the lush field with the sun peeking from behind the trees far on the other side of it. As her eyes lowered from the view to the bench in the backyard, she found him. Cassidy couldn’t help but to smile and quickly get dressed to embrace the cold weather of the morning, not wanting to miss out on the view as well as the answers to her burning curiosity.

“You gave me a scare, mister.”, she announced her arrival with her arms wrapped gently around his shoulders from behind. “Leaving me in bed alone.”

Avery only chuckled before turning his head to plant a tender kiss on her cheek. “You looked like you needed the sleep, love. You did sleep well, right?”

His voice, his smile, and his overall presence could warm her from the inside out. How did she get so lucky? “I did, but I also don’t want to miss out on the experience of Blackawton’s sunrise.”, Cassidy walked around the bench to take her seat next to him, snuggling up to his side as their eyes fixated on the view. 

The morning fog was thinning with each passing minute and she could hear birds chirping from a distance. After wrapping up their joint world tour, Avery thought it would be great to take some downtime by visiting his hometown once more. This time, staying a little longer. It was an idea Cassidy took instantly. Aside from meeting his family and getting to know more about where he grew up, she thought they both needed it. 

The media attention and schedules were a circus. Despite them sharing a bed anywhere they went, there were nights where they just didn’t exactly meet. They still had good and bad days as a couple. They still had the pressure and gravity of being celebrities.

“What are you thinking about?”, his voice was only a whisper as he tightened his arm around her shoulders, bringing her closer when a cold gust of wind breezed through them. “You have that pensive look on your beautiful face.”

“Always the flatterer.”, Cassidy rolled her eyes in jest before tilting her head to look at him. “Have you ever looked back? I mean, this is our quiet time… Did you think about the tour? And… I don’t know, do some self-introspection?”

Avery stayed quiet for a few moments, trying to compress almost a year of traveling into one conversation. It was challenging, especially doing it as an artist from a newly-formed record label, only riding on his and his artist-slash-girlfriend’s popularities. They pulled through, and they made it, but he couldn’t lie by saying there weren’t times that made his relationship with Cassidy as a chip on the gambling table. 

“I do, and that’s why I came out here this morning, actually.”, their eyes met. Neither of them could get used to it; the jolts and the sparks when they looked at each other. Cassidy still had disbeliefs she could see his face, in real life now, not just as an audience in his concert or from the posters in her room.

As for Avery, after meeting all the beautiful people in the world, this girl was still the most beautiful one, the one his heart soared for, and the one he wanted to sing all the love songs to. “I thought about how we worked hard… How lucky I was to be able to do all of this with you… But also, the troubles we faced.”

She closed her eyes, feeling the nerves bubbled in her gut, but she let him continued with her hand reaching to his free one to hold. The rumors about their alleged breakups, photos of their discourse that happened here and there on tour, and how the media kept insisting they only sold the relationship as a publicity stunt (something that still made Cassidy scratched her head, confused) were enough to rock their boat a couple of times.

Fiona tried to keep the sharks at bay but the media were getting even more brutal with Avery and Cassidy’s popularities climbing to the peak of stardom.

“What do you think we should do…? Do we need to change anything?”, she asked him quietly, not wanting to disturb the peaceful ambiance around them. The sun was already out, showering both of them with golden light. Her eyes opened once more to look at how Avery’s golden hair gleamed, the rays kissed his skin so perfectly, and how enchanted he looked whenever his blue eyes made contact with hers.

“I love touring with you but I also don’t want to trouble you. You still need to grow and expand the record label, you still have so many things to do as an artist. I don’t want to be a hurdle in your path.”

“Nonsense!”, his eyes widened, surprised that she could even think of herself that way. “Cassidy, I love you and you’re an amazing artist. I’m not saying that because we’re dating or you’re under my label, but it’s the truth. Did you remember your interview with Tim Schenectady? Even he was impressed by your passion for your music. You are not and will never be a hurdle.”

Their gazes locked for a little before Cassidy let a grin blossomed on her face. “You have such a way with words, Mr. Wilshere.”

“All those interviews Fiona put me through has its benefits.”, he laughed softly. 

“So, what should we do once we get back to the States? We only have a few days left of—“, her hand waved to their surrounding before chuckling. “All of this.”

“We still need to finish your comeback album. Don’t think I forgot about that.”, a little smirked decorated his lips as Avery gently tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. “I heard you only need one more song.”

Cassidy bit her bottom lip, preventing the grin to made its appearance once more. “I do and… I was wondering, if you would sing with me again, as an official collaboration.”

Not counting the songs he invited her on stage during the tour or their Indio Music Festival performance, they haven’t had an actual collaboration. Cassidy held back the question ever since she wrote the song during the tour. Watching him on stage night after night as a fan and his lover brought so many emotions in her as he dazzled her and thousands of other people like it was the first time she had seen him perform. 

“Are you sure? I mean, I’ll be honored to.”, he showed her his brilliant smile as he pulled her in for an embrace, wanting to show her all the love and support he had for her. “When were you planning to actually ask me about it?”

“When I finished the song, but… Since it’s a collaboration, not just a featuring, I want your words in it too.”, Cassidy smiled encouragingly when she pulled away. “I know you can do it.”

There was a pause from him. Despite not being under the Overknight rules anymore, Avery still had reservations about writing his own songs. This was something they argued about before, and Cassidy didn’t know how he would feel about it. “Do you remember the song you made back then? The one I strongly thought you needed to put in the album?”

“It was an experiment, Cass. Even after everything he did, Ellis had some things right. What if I’m not cut out as a songwriter? Just a pretty face with a voice to sing other people’s words?”, he avoided her eyes, averting his gaze to the dewy grass on their feet. 

She sighed. Knowing him, he would bury this insecurity talk behind a smile if she relented. Cassidy stood up and walked back in, leaving Avery agape in surprise. He didn't know what to do. Did she have enough fo this private side of his? The one who was self-conscious and unsure of branching out to try new things? 

Before he could self-deprecate any longer, his girlfriend returned with her trusty acoustic guitar. "Maybe hearing what I have so far will trigger that beautiful brain of yours.", Cassidy sat back down and smiled, fingers already softly strumming the strings.

"Every time you look at me, you have me on my knees... I wanna say I love you, baby, in every lifetime and my dreams...", she sang with her eyes never leaving his. "Anywhere I go, I want you there with me, 'cause now I know, you're the only one I need."

Without missing a beat, Avery finally joined in, much to her relief. His voice sounded like the morning they were having; the warm sun, the fresh air, and the coziness of home. "My home is where my heart is... And baby, my heart is with you... Thank the stars and the galaxies, you're my dream come true."

The melody ended, and they relished the moment with their eyes still locked on one another. Their breathing and the distant muffled sound of other people in the Bed and Breakfast were the only ones filling their ears. "Avery... That sounded beautiful."

"Only because I have a talented partner and inspiration.", he leaned in and pressed his lips for a chaste kiss on her forehead. It was then, Cassidy realized, they could withstand anything. 

[assembledherethevolunteers]

Future Management Chapter 9

A/N: Hi everybody! Happy New Year! And don’t worry, there’s still some more to come.  Love you guys and hope you continue to enjoy!

Pairing: Ben Hardy x fem!Reader

Summary: You and Ben Hardy had been together for the better part of a decade.  After hitting a rough patch, the two of you decide to end things. However, one small surprise keeps you two connected more than you thought.

Warnings: Cursing, that’s about it, lots of fluff!  

Catch Up: Prologue (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/188795655663/future-management)  Chapter 1 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/188846514968/future-management-chapter-1) Chapter 2 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/188923255568/future-management-chapter-2) Chapter 3 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/189095339763/future-management-chapter-3) Chapter 4 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/189199837403/future-management-chapter-4) Chapter 5 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/189300488163/future-management-chapter-5) Chapter 6 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/189442099338/future-management-chapter-6) Chapter 7 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/189800039798/future-management-chapter-7) Chapter 8 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/189937325478/future-management-chapter-8)

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 You heard a knock at the door and rolled over, deciding to ignore it.  Now, you could see the sun behind your eyes so you threw the comforter on your head.  You heard somebody chuckling near you.  

“Love, I think breakfast is here.”  

You pulled the blanket down so just your eyes were poking out and looked at Ben.

“I’ll get it,” Ben pressed a kiss to the top of your head and then got out of bed.  You watched him as he got up, grabbed a robe from the bathroom and opened the door.

“Hello, sir, the breakfast you ordered.”  

“Cheers, mate.  I can take it.”  

“Have a good day, sir.”

“You too, thank you.”

You heard the door close and watched Ben walk over to the bed, holding a tray of food.  

“Come on, you can’t eat from under there.  And, we have to get Eliza from Mrs. Carthwell’s in about an hour.”  

You groaned and sat up.

“What time is it?”

“Nearly eleven,” Ben replied as he sat back on the bed.  

“It’s almost eleven?!”

“Well we didn’t come up here until one-thirty and then, well,” Ben smirked at you.  “We did partake in some tiring events, so we needed some sleep.”

“And when did you order breakfast?”

“When I woke up about thirty minutes ago.”

Your stomach rumbled and you rested your head on Ben’s shoulder and hummed.  

“Thank you.”

“Of course.  Now, we’ve got eggs, toast, croissants.”

You and Ben ate and took a shower (it may have taken a little longer than either of you planned).

“So, what’s the plan for the rest of the day?”  You asked as you finished getting dressed.  

“Get a car, and then we’ll get Eliza, and then go home,” Ben wrapped his arms around your waist.  “How about that?”

You wrapped your arms around Ben’s neck and kissed his cheek.

“Sounds perfect.”

The two of you left the hotel.  Once in the car, you finally looked at your phone.  There were what seemed like hundreds of notifications.  

“Have you checked your phone?”

“I got a call from Dylan. That’s what woke me up actually.”

You hummed as you saw an email from Katy.  It looked like the press release that her and Dylan had come up.  

“Did you see the press release Katy and Dylan came up with?”  

“No, not yet.  He wasn’t super happy being told by Katy that we were back together, but,” Ben shrugged.  

“Here,” you held your phone out so you both could read it.  

‘Y/N L/N and Ben Hardy would like to announce the resumption of their romantic relationship. The two have decided to try and make their relationship work for their daughter. The two would appreciate privacy as they continue to work on their family.’

“’Work on their family’?” Ben asked you as put your phone away.  

“Well, we kinda did that last night, right?”

Ben starting laughing.

“Alright, good point.”

“Katy also thinks we should post something to social media to really confirm things.”  

Ben looked at you and frowned.  

“Do you think we need to?”

You thought about it. You knew that Ben wasn’t really a fan of posting personal things on any social media, but you thought that maybe this would confirm for people that this wasn’t some publicity stunt (like apparently a lot of people thought).  

“Maybe.  We can decide later too,” you replied.  

The two of you were dropped off at home and then you walked with Ben, hand-in-hand, to Mrs. Carthwell’s. Ben knocked on the door and an elderly woman answered the door.  She had a kind face and smiled at both of you.  

“Ben, darling, how are you?”

“I’m great, Mrs. Carthwell, how are you?”

“Oh fine,” she waved her hand at him before looking at you.  “And you, dear, must be Y/N.  I’ve heard a lot about you.  Come in, come in.” She took a step back and the three of you went into the house.  

Eliza and another girl were sitting at the table and they were eating lunch.  Eliza looked up at you and smiled wide.  

“Mummy! Daddy!”  She stood up and ran over to you.  Ben picked her up and spun around with her.  

“Hello, Birdie!  Have you been good?”  

Eliza giggled and nodded. She reached for you and you took her, giving her a kiss on the nose.  

“Hi, Lovebug.”  

“Hi, Mummy.”

“Did you have fun with Mrs. Carthwell and Peyton?”  

“Yeah! Can Peyton come pay?”

“Oh no, sweetheart,” Mrs. Carthwell told her.  “Peyton’s mummy and daddy are coming to get her soon too.”  

Peyton began to protest, but Mrs. Carthwell fixed her with a look that made her stop.  

Eliza rested her head on your shoulder and you kissed it.  You walked over and kneeled next to Peyton so that Eliza could tell Peyton goodbye.  

You could hear Ben and Mrs. Carthwell whispering to each other.  It made you a little concerned that maybe Eliza had been bad or threw a fit or something, but Mrs. Carthwell didn’t want to mention it in front of Eliza.

“You can play with Peyton another time, lovie.  I’ll let you know the next time she comes over,”  Mrs. Carthwell raised her voice so that you could all hear her.  

Eliza nodded.  You set her down and she gave Peyton and Mrs. Carthwell a hug.  

“Tank you!” She smiled up at Mrs. Carthwell.  

“Oh you are so welcome, sweetie.  You are welcome over anytime,” Mrs. Carthwell looked up at Ben.  “I mean it, anytime.”  

Ben laughed.  “Of course, ma’am.”  

You all said your goodbyes and then started to leave.  

“Y/N?” Mrs. Carthwell said before you walked out.  

You turned back to her. You weren’t sure what she wanted and it made you a little nervous.  Ben and Eliza were getting her shoes on and Mrs. Carthwell pulled you back more into the kitchen.  

“Hi, dear.  We haven’t really been introduced.”

“No, I guess we haven’t,” you offered her your hand.  She took and shook your hand.  

“Like I said, I’ve heard a lot about you.  Not just from Eliza,” Mrs. Carthwell glanced towards to where Eliza and Ben were. “He’s really missed you too.”  

“I’ve missed him too.”

“He was so happy when he dropped Eliza off yesterday.  I don’t know if I’d ever seen him like that.”  

You looked over to where Ben was tying Eliza’s shoe.  He had a smile on his face as she talked to him, presumably about her night.  

“I’m happy, too,” you looked back at her.  

Mrs. Carthwell cupped your cheek and grinned at you.  

“Then hold on to him this time.  I mean it. Life’s too short to not be with the person that makes you happy.”  

You could see tears in Mrs. Carthwell’s eyes and you opened your mouth to ask her about it when Eliza called to you.  

“Mummy?”  

“Go on home with your family.  You’re more than welcome to come over with Eliza too.”  

“Thank you, so much.”

Mrs. Carthwell tapped your cheek and nodded towards Ben and Eliza.  You smiled at her and then walked to Eliza and Ben.  Ben and you each took one of Eliza’s hands and Ben opened the door.

“Bye Mrs. Carthwell! Bye Peyton!” Eliza shouted before Ben closed the door.  

You walked over home as Eliza filled you in on everything her, Peyton, and Mrs. Carthwell did last night.

“…and den! We payed a game called…um…Mr. Wolf!”

“You played what?” You frowned.  You had no idea what she was talking about.  

“Do you mean ‘What’s the Time, Mr. Wolf?’” Ben asked, unlocking the front door.  

“Yeah! Dat one!”  

“I…still don’t know what’s going on,”  you looked at Ben over Eliza’s head.  

“You never played that?”

You rolled your eyes. “Ben, we played Red Rover and Duck Duck Goose.”  

“Those don’t sound too fun,” Ben lifted one corner of his mouth.  “’What’s the Time, Mr. Wolf?’ is where the wolf has its back to everyone and then the other kids sneak up on the wolf and ask what time it is until the wolf says ‘dinner time’ and then the wolf tries to catch one of the kids.”  

“That doesn’t sound fun at all,” you teased.  

“But Mummy it’s lots of fun!”  

“Oh I’m sure it is, Lovebug! I was just teasing Daddy.”  

“Oh. Otay.”

“Matter of fact, why don’t you, me, and Daddy play it?  You can teach me.”  

“Yeah!”  

The three of you went into the living room and started playing.  Ben was the wolf first.  You were a little confused, but Eliza helped you understand.  

When you were a couple feet away, you asked again.  

“What’s the time, Mr. Wolf?”

“Dinnertime!”  Ben’s voice was deep and threatening as he turned around.  

Eliza squealed as you and her ran away from Ben.  Ben chased after you and finally caught Eliza.  He picked her up and spun around with her.  Eliza shrieked and giggled as Ben made growling noises and tickled her.

You watched them and it made your heart swell.  The three of you had missed out on so much, but you weren’t going to miss anymore. Maybe you could move back to London after a year or so.  Maybe you and Ben would get remarried.  Maybe you wouldn’t, but it didn’t really matter as long as the three of you were together.  

“Otay! Otay! Daddy, you win!” Eliza said between laughs.  

“Yes! I win!” Ben stopped tickling her and kissed her forehead.  He sat her down.  

“Now I’m da wolf!”  

You three played a couple more rounds before Eliza looked at you with those eyes that you knew meant she was ready for her nap.  

“Come on, baby girl, let’s get ready for your nap.”  

“Nooo,” Eliza grumbled. “Can we watch a movie? Peas?”

You glanced at Ben and he shrugged.  

“Alright, what movie do you want to watch, Lovebug?”  

The three of you got ready for the movie, Tangled.  You got Eliza wrapped in a blanket.  You knew that she wouldn’t last long during the movie.  Ben laid down after the movie was up and playing.  

“Ready, loves?”  

You smiled up at Ben.

Eliza was asleep only twenty minutes into the movie.  

“So, what did you think of Mrs.Carthwell?”  Ben asked quietly over Eliza’s head.  

“I liked her.  She was sweet.”  

“What would you think about making her Eliza’s nanny?”  

You glanced over at him. You had honestly forgotten that Eliza needed a new nanny.  

“Really?”

“Yeah, she offered almost immediately after I told her that the other one was let go when we were over there.  Peyton’s mum’s job changed her hours, so she’s going to be watching Peyton more and offered to watch Eliza too,” Ben looked down and stroked Eliza’s hair.    

“I think that would be great!  I mean, you already trust her and I really like her.  We would have to figure something out for payment and…”

“We can offer her the job and figure all that out later.  What do you think?”

“I think that’s great. She’ll be perfect.”  

“Good,” Ben closed his eyes.

You watched as Ben’s breathing evened out and you couldn’t help but smile at the two of them.  You quietly stood up and grabbed your phone, an idea forming.  You came back and took a picture of the two of them, making sure that neither of them woke up.  

You started typing on your phone and composed an Instagram post.  You read it a couple times before finally just posting it.  

*picture of Ben and Eliza asleep on the couch*

Y/N_L/N: Look at these two cuties. Love coming to London to see them.  @benhardy

You decided not to say anything more than that.  It seemed that it confirmed that you were posting it for both of them, not just Eliza. You thought about adding some hashtags, but even that might be over the top.  It was simple, t made sense, and you’d tagged Ben in it.  If he wanted to post something, he could, but for right now, this would work.  

You decided to take Eliza up to her room for the rest of her nap.  When you came back down, Ben was awake, smiling at his phone.  He glanced up at you.  

“You think I’m cute?”

“Don’t get your hopes up too much.  It’s mostly about Eliza,” you replied as you laid down in front of him on the couch, facing him.  

“Hm.  Really?  Because it says here that you love coming to London to see ‘them’.  I think I’m part of ‘them’.”  

Ben rested his arm on your waist.  

“I guess you are a part of ‘them’,” you put your hand on top of Ben’s and intertwined your fingers. “Have you…?”

“Oh, hold on, love. Joe’s calling me,” Ben answered his phone.  “Hi J…”

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! I DON’T EVEN GET A TEXT THAT YOU’RE BACK TOGETHER?!”

You started laughing. Of course Joe would call as soon as he saw something.  And the yelling.  

“Joe, take it down a notch.”

“I can’t!  You and Y/N are back together and I don’t get anything?! I have to listen to you bitch and moan for four years about how much you miss her and love her and…” You could hear everything Joe was saying.  You were pretty sure when he was worked up about something he had no volume knob.  

“Joe!”  Ben cut him off.  It was a good thing you weren’t facing him because you were sure he was blushing.  “She’s literally right here, mate.  Can you…?”

“She’s there?! Let me talk to her!”  

“No! She’s…”

You took the phone out of Ben’s hand.  

“Hi, Joey,” you used your sweetest voice.  

“Hi, Y/N,” Joe’s voice matched yours.  

“How ya been?”

“Not too bad.  Not too bad.  You?”

“Good, good.  You seem a little worked up.”  

Ben chuckled under his breath.  

“Just want to know when I’m needed for the wedding.  It takes a while to get to London.  Maybe Rami and Lucy can get me on their way from L.A.”  

“Hm…that sounds like you think you’d be invited to the wedding.”  

You felt Ben pinch your thigh slightly as Joe gasped dramatically.  

“I better be! Did I mention the four years of the bitching and the whining?”  

Ben stole the phone back from you and put it up to his ear.

“Sorry, we didn’t tell you first,” Ben rolled his eyes.  

“You should be!”  

“We’ll talk to you later, Joe.”

“Bye, Joe!” You yelled close to the phone.

“Bye you two! Be safe! Make good choices!”  

Ben hung up the phone and rested his forehead to yours.  

“We’re going to get phone calls like that all day,” he muttered against your lips.  

You pressed your lips to Ben’s and then pulled back after a moment.  

“Worth it.  Now, I think we need to talk about those for years that you…”

Ben silenced you with a kiss.  

[holidaywishes]

Embers VI

Chapter VI: the announcement

  Summary of series: Katie moves from Peachtree, Georgia, to L.A. with her son, Alex to start fresh after the death of her husband. When she meets Evan Buckley, a young firefighter, she falls fast but will her son be so quick to accept Evan into his life?

  Summary of chapter: Nick and Amber, under Katie and Raquel’s advice, go public with their “relationship” and a new face shows up; leaving Katie feeling a little insecure.

  Warning: the tiniest bit of angst and, like, jealousy if we wanna call that a warning 🤷‍♀️

  Author’s Note: Hope everyone liked last week’s chapter! I’m having fun writing these, so as long as I’m stranded inside -- and have some inspiration -- there will be more chapters. This one is super short because I wanted it to be simple and to the point, but next week’s will be longer. I’m, as always, hope to any ideas or requests for the series so feel free to send them in! Enjoy this chapter! Cheers, xx! 😘

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Katie’s P.O.V

  “Hey guys!” Nick exclaimed to his camera while Amber trying not to cringe beside him, choosing instead to act “innocently embarrassed” as she would later describe it. You and Raquel tried to direct the situation on screen but both Nick and Amber ignored the suggestions. “I know I usually like to keep my private life, well... private, but I have a feeling that won’t be as easy as I’d like it. I want to introduce you all to, Amber!”

  “Hi!” Amber finally spoke, fake sweetness on her tone

  “Amber and I have been seeing each other for about a month now and things are starting to get serious...”

  “Absolutely! We’ve spent so much time together that I think he might know me better than I know myself.” She giggled as Nick wrapped his arm around her

  “So today we wanted to play a game so you guys can get to know us,” Nick said to the camera, “and see how important this girl is to me.” You smiled off camera and gave Nick an enthusiastic thumbs up

  “It’s gonna be so much fun!” Amber smiled, pointing her finger at Nick jokingly, “you better not get any wrong!” Nick laughed and the two began their game. Raquel asked you to follow her outside and you obliged, looking back at your two clients before you left.

  “Katie,” Raquel said, “I need you to make sure these two are seen together as much as possible. Or else this video isn’t going to mean anything. Do you understand me?” you nodded nervously, “good. I have to go back to the office, so you’re good here right?”

  “I’m good” you answered and Raquel smiled, staring at her phone as she walked away; waving goodbye carelessly before you went back inside. Nick and Amber were laughing with each other, everything seemed to be going fine so you decided to check in with Evan

  “How are you doing today?” you said, trying not to sound like you were prying

  “I’m good,” he replied and you could hear the smile in his tone, “but you don’t have to check up on me”

  “Maybe I just like talking to you...”

  “Or maybe you’re concerned I’m gonna break down at work..?”

  “No,” you scoffed, “no I don’t think you’re gonna break down. But yeah, I’m checking in. I just wanted to see how you’re doing. That’s it, honest.”

  “I appreciate it but, really, I’m okay.”

  “Okay, okay. I believe you,” you laughed before you noticed Nick calling you back, “I gotta go. But if you need me, call me. I have my phone on and most likely in my hand all day.”

  “Got it,” he smiled, “wanna have dinner tonight?”

  “Sure! What are you making?”

  “I meant like.. at a restaurant...”

  “Like a date?”

  “Yeah”

  “I don’t know if I can get someone to watch Alex, so last minute...”

  “What about Eddie?”

  “What about him?”

  “He can watch Alex. It’d be nice if he and Christopher were friends right?”

  “No totally,” you contemplated, “but would Eddie be okay with that? I don’t want to put him out...”

  “Oh he’s fine!” He laughed

  “Okay! You talk to him and I’ll make sure I’m ready to go whenever you say so but I have to go now!” You insisted and he laughed once more before signing off, you were met instantly by Amber’s scowl.

  “That’s good enough for a while right?” she snarled

  “What?” you replied

  “The video..?” she asked, rolling her eyes when you didn’t seem to get it, “I don’t have to be seen with him for a while since that video will give everyone plenty of proof we’re together”

  “Ahh,” you answered, smiling before you bluntly continued, “No.” Amber scoffed before beginning a tirade

  “You and your boss said we had to make this announcement that we are together. We did that. We should be fine to do our own stuff until the next stunt comes al--”

  “Okay, listen to me,” you interrupted, “the two of you haven’t been seen out together at all. Except for the small chance that someone caught our meeting on camera. Which means that the two of you need to hang out together in public where people can see you. And snap some photos. Once everyone is talking about the two of you together then you can ‘do your own stuff’ and if anyone asks you can say that you’re working on separate projects but you miss each other every day.. Or something like that. Understand?”

  “Why can’t I just say that instead of having to make a big deal out of it?”

  “Because Amber,” you said, annoyed, “this is a PR relationship. To benefit you. In order for it to work, you have to put in some effort. Get to know him, let him get to know you. Raquel and I will make sure the two of you get the publicity the relationship needs but if there’s no shots of you two out there, we can’t do our job.”

  “Fine” Amber replied, rolling her eyes before walking away and you sighed deeply

  “Don’t sweat it, K,” Nick reassured you, “we’ll be fine. I’ll charm her.” He winked at you, making a smile appear on your face

  “I’m sure you will.” You replied

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  After dinner, Evan took you on a walk in a part of the city you’d never been; surrounded by beautiful lights and street performers.

  “This is beautiful” you smiled up at him, squeezing his hand with yours

  “I thought you might like it.” He smiled in return and directed you to a part of the path with messages etched into the stones; things like ‘smile,’ ‘love,’ and ‘always bright on rainbows’ caught your eye before you noticed a fountain in the corner of your eye

  “Do you have any change?” you asked and Evan nodded with a small laugh, giving you a quick kiss before handing you the coin. You pulled him along with you, trying to convince him to make a wish with you but he just watched you.

  “I have everything I need, I don’t need to make a wish” he smiled and you cocked your head to the side, stepping closer to him; pushing herself up on your tip toes to kiss his lips gently

  “It’s not about what you need,” your whispered, with your arms wrapped around his neck, “it’s about what you want.”

  “I want you,” he joked, “and I have you. so I don’t need to wish.” He pecked your lips intermittently as you tried to argue with him; ultimately giving into him as he picked you up

  “OKAY!” you laughed, “let me throw this coin into the fountain and make a wish!“ he let you down and you turned around, closing your eyes as you made your wish. When you tossed the coin back, you heard someone call out to Evan

  “Buck?” the voice repeated, “Evan Buckley is that you?” You opened her eyes just as a woman with long red-ish blonde hair walked over to Evan

  “Abby?” he exclaimed, “wow, how have you been?”

  “I’ve been good. Wow,” she practically fawned, “you look great!”

  “Thank you!” he smiled, a different kind of smile than you had seen before which made you a little nervous, “so do you!”

  “Thank you! Wow I still can’t believe I ran into you!” She repeated, a giant smile on her face and you weren’t sure what you could do so you cleared your throat, smiling at Evan when he looked back at you

  “Oh I’m sorry,” he said, bringing you forward, “Katie, this is Abby, Abby this is my.. Katie.” It occurred to you then that the two of you hadn’t had the ‘boyfriend/girlfriend’ talk yet

  “Hi,” you finally said, filling the empty space, “nice to meet you.”

  “You too!” Abby replied, “I’m so sorry. I’m ruining your date, I just wanted to say hi. So now that I have, I’ll leave you two to continue your date.” You smiled and watched Evan as Abby walked away, trying to gauge his emotions but he just put his arm around your waist and walked with you.

xx

Evan’s P.O.V

  “So who is she?” Katie asked, facing the T.V. as the two of you sat on the couch, watching some program a few days after your dinner date

  “Hmm?” you hummed

  “Abby Clark...” there was a sneer to her tone that caught your attention

  “She’s just someone from my past”

  “But.. what kind of someone?”

  “She’s... my ex” you whispered and she sighed, dropping her head

  “That’s what I thought...”

  “I haven’t seen her in years”

  “But you still have feelings for her?”

  “She was a really important part of my life,” you started, leading her to stand up and wander down the hall to Alex’s room, “but no. I don’t have feelings for her. How could I?”

  “I wouldn’t blame you. If I saw my ex after years of... not seeing them,” she stammered, “those feelings would come rushing back.”

  “They didn’t,” you insisted, “not for me.”

  “You’re sure?”

  “Yes.”

  “I don’t know if I believe you.”

  “That’s okay right now,” you said and Katie took a step back, scoffing in surprise, “you just have to trust me. That’ll help with the belief later.” She tilted her head and furrowed her brow

  “Tell me about her.” She said and you let out a big breath before leading her back to the couch. You held Katie’s hand as you tried to think of the best way to start but once you began, it all flowed out, “wow. So she was like... the one?”

  “She was the one then,” you admitted, “but she’s not now. You..” you hesitated and she looked at you with concern in her eyes

  “I..?”

  “You’re the one I can see myself with. Growing old with. Having kids with. Coming home to every night. Waking up every morning next to. You. It’s you, kid.” She smiled and leaned in for a hug, captivated by his sweet words

  “I trust you but,” she admitted, “I’m wary of any relationship between the two of you.” You nodded but assured her that there was nothing going on between them

  “And I promise you, there will never be something between us.”

[mikauzoran]

LuXY/Lukadrien/Lukadrienette: Welcome to La-La Land: Chapter Two

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Welcome to La-La Land: Chapter Two: Heroics

Things got weirder.

The party was scheduled to go until three in the morning, so Bob Roth had booked rooms at Le Grand Paris for those in attendance so that they didn’t have to drive themselves home or find taxis or worry about public transportation shutting down for the night.

At two o’clock, Luka dragged himself out of the ballroom and up to the fifth floor to room five-seventeen, swiping his keycard and practically stumbling in.

He’d had too much to drink, and he was already regretting it.

The lights were on, saving Luka the trouble of having to fumble about in the dark to find the switch. He made his way down the short entrance hall with one hand skimming along the wall for support. He passed the bathroom and went out into the main area where he found XY lounging on the far bed in his boxers and a bathrobe.

Luka paused, evaluating the situation, wondering exactly how drunk he was to be having this hallucination. He decided that he was, in fact, not that drunk, so that had to be the real XY in his actual boxers on a bed that did, in reality, exist.

XY smiled and waved. “Hey.”

“I am so sorry I must have the wrong room,” Luka spit out in one breath, not leaving space for punctuation, as he turned on his heel and marched out.

Once safely in the hall, Luka looked down at his keycard. The little paper holder distinctly had the numbers five, one, and seven written on it.

He looked up at the plaque on the door and found that it also read five-seventeen.

Come to think of it, the keycard had worked when he’d scanned it.

Luka gave the door a perfunctory knock and waited a moment in case XY actually wanted to tie his bathrobe closed before Luka entered the room once more, announcing, “Actually, it seems like I don’t have the wrong room. Do you have the wrong room?”

XY had not bothered with modesty and was still posed on the bed, bathrobe hanging open. “Nope. Five-seventeen. I’m where I’m supposed to be. I bet they double booked, thinking that not everyone from the party would use their room. My dad’s thrifty like that.”

Luka pursed his lips. “Oh. Okay. I guess…I’ll go down to the front desk and explain the situation?”

He really didn’t want to do that. He didn’t want to drag his carcass down to the lobby, wait for them to assign him a new room, and then trudge his way there. He wanted to collapse onto the soft, comfy bed next to the one which XY was currently occupying and fall asleep.

“Or we could just share,” XY suggested pragmatically. “I mean, there are two beds, and you look wiped, Dude.”

Luka took a very short second to consider this proposition. “If you don’t mind.”

“It’s fine with me,” XY assured. “There’s another bathrobe in the bathroom, if you want to get out of those clothes. Leather pants don’t look like they’d be comfortable to sleep in.”

“Trust me, they’re not,” Luka snorted, turning around and heading for the bathroom off of the entrance hall. “I’ll wash up real quick, and then I’ll be unconscious and out of your hair.”

“Take your time,” XY urged, enjoying the view of Luka’s backside as he trudged off.

Luka came out about ten minutes later in a bathrobe, his clothes folded neatly and tucked under his arm.

“I’ve never seen you without makeup before,” XY noted, intently taking in Luka’s features.

Luka hummed noncommittally, setting his clothes down on the dresser before making his way over to the spare bed.

“You’re still hot,” XY reported matter-of-factly.

Luka paused in the act of turning down the covers.

He hadn’t said it in a flirty or suggestive way. It was more like XY was just making a conversational statement than hitting on Luka, but Luka couldn’t help but think of the way XY had been flirting with him earlier.

Unless Luka had been completely wrong about XY’s motives for waxing poetic about how insanely gorgeous Luka’s eyes were.

“Thanks,” Luka replied politely, deciding that he was too tired to deal with this, so he simply wasn’t going to.

He got into bed and curled up on his side, back to XY and the light affixed to the ceiling in the center of the room.

“So…do you, like…have a boyfriend? Or a girlfriend?” XY tentatively ventured. “I mean, are you seeing someone?”

Luka couldn’t decide if this was an awkward attempt at getting to know Luka or an awkward attempt at flirting with Luka. He wasn’t really sure which he preferred at two in the morning after three glasses of champagne and two glasses of whiskey. His alcohol tolerance was down, and he was too exhausted to figure the situation out.

“I’m not seeing anyone exclusively,” Luka allowed.

“But…you’re with that Adrien guy?” XY verified, fishing.

“We sometimes have threesomes together.”

It felt freeing to finally say it aloud. For so long it had felt like a dirty secret he had to keep locked inside, unable to acknowledge. Sometimes he woke up in the arms of the two people he loved most in the world…and then he had to go home to his own life while they went back to theirs. It was like a cloud of smoke, slipping between his fingers and disappearing before he could grasp it.

“And…who’s your third?” XY wondered, morbidly curious.

“Adrien’s wife.”

“Oh,” XY whispered, mentally piecing together the puzzle that was Luka. “But…you’re not exclusive? Like, they don’t mind if you sleep with other people?”

Luka snickered bitterly. “I’ll put it this way: they’d be jealous and hurt if I saw other people, but it’s not like they have any right to stop me. They are the ones who’re married. I’m just a fun addition sometimes. I don’t have to be faithful to them. What about you? Seeing anybody?”

Luka didn’t really want to be having this conversation. He wasn’t terribly interested in XY’s love life, but he felt like, if he had to answer these questions, it was only fair that he submitted XY to them as well.

“Nah,” XY sighed. “I’m not seeing anybody…unless my dad really does set up a publicity stunt and make me date that Poppy girl. It’s kind of hard to meet people you’re actually interested in when you’re famous.”

Luka considered this statement. Luka had been famous for the past five years, and, during that time, he had found it difficult to find a romantic partner not interested in him for his fame or money. Luckily, Luka had known plenty of regular people back when he was just a regular person, so, when he wanted to try to date (during the periods when he was actively deluding himself about being able to make a break from his feelings for Adrien and Marinette and have a fulfilling relationship with someone who wasn’t them), he had options.

Xavier-Yves Roth had been famous since his early teens, and, even before that, he’d been his father’s son, exposed to the limelight secondhand. Had XY ever had the chance to meet regular people and experience a normal relationship?

“But…So, you like both guys and girls?” XY prompted.

“Yeah,” Luka answered softly, wondering why he was letting XY in like this.

XY pursed his lips and continued to press, “Do you like either better?”

Luka snorted. “Honestly, Adrien and Marinette are pretty much the only two people in the world to me in that respect, and I love them both equally. Differently, but equally. I don’t really have a male/female preference. You?”

He expected XY to snort and laugh and swear up and down that he was one hundred percent male, so of course he liked women because that was probably the toxic masculinity and homophobic attitude that his father had filled his head with.

He was very, very surprised when XY answered quietly, “I kinda like guys better.”

Luka blinked and sat up in bed to turn to look at XY incredulously. “But…at events, I only ever see you with girls.”

XY shrugged. “Dad thinks it’s better for my image if I date girls. That way, girl fans will think about what it’s like to be with me while guy fans think about what it’s like to be me. Gay people are in the minority, so it’s more popular to be straight and market to straight people.”

Luka’s list of reasons to loath Bob Roth just kept growing and growing.

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Okay. But…what about what you want?”

“Well…” XY replied thoughtfully. “I want my stuff to sell because my music’s good now, so it would super suck if people didn’t hear it, but, especially lately, I kind of want you too, so…”

XY shrugged.

Luka stared at his roommate, trying to rehear the words that had just come out of XY’s mouth so that he could attempt to make sense of them.

“You…You want me?” Luka choked in an odd mixture of terror, delight, aversion, and intrigue.

XY nodded eagerly. “Yeah. So…what do ya think? Do you wanna get drunk and have sex?”

Luka’s eyes widened as a figurative bucket of icy water was thrown upon him. “What do people usually do when you ask them that?” he couldn’t help but wonder.

XY just shrugged, unwilling to admit that Luka was the only person he’d ever asked. “Or we could just have sex, if you don’t want to get drunk. I brought some really legit tequila from Mexico, though, so you’ll be missing out.”

Luka considered for a moment whether or not XY would understand the term “demisexual” or if that would only lead to unnecessarily complicated misunderstandings and stupid malapropisms that Luka wasn’t really in the mood for at two AM.

Luka cut to the chase: “I’m really flattered that you would ask, but I only sleep with people I’m in love with.”

XY stared at Luka intently for a minute. “Okay. Challenge accepted.”

Luka’s head tipped to the side as he leaned forward and frowned. “Wait. What?”

XY steamrolled right ahead: “So, if you don’t want to have sex, do you want to maybe make out and snuggle?”

He looked at Luka expectantly, a hopeful eagerness in his eyes.

“Have you ever kissed a guy before?” Luka had to wonder.

A pouty expression came to XY’s face, suggesting that he was not happy to be found out. Regardless, he shook his head in answer.

Luka took a deep breath, realizing that this was XY experimenting with his sexuality and trying to understand himself and find out what made him happy, irrespective of what his father told him he had to do.

That left Luka feeling a little stuck. It would be kind of crumby of Luka to shut the guy down after he’d opened up to Luka and shown vulnerability. Something told Luka that, even though XY had seemingly come a long way since the last time their paths had crossed, the guy didn’t regularly show weakness or vulnerability to anyone. What if Luka said no and XY never opened up to anyone again and ended up alone forever because Luka was feeling tired and a little too drunk to be making these decisions.

A voice in the back of his mind told him that he sounded like Marinette with all of his what ifs, but…

Suddenly, he remembered a night on The Liberty, sitting on the couch with sixteen-year-old Adrien in the early hours of the morning, snuggling and watching…Luka couldn’t even remember what anime it had been now.

Adrien looking up through drooping eyelids, asking in a scared, bare voice, “May I kiss you?”

After that, Luka had vowed never to be anyone’s sexuality experiment ever again, but…

“…Okay,” he decided.

XY’s face blazed with excitement. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Luka confirmed, kicking off the sheets and making his way over to XY’s bed to sink down on top of the covers.

“Killer!” XY cheered.

“Shot of tequila first, please,” Luka requested. “Then making out. Then snuggling. Clothes stay on.”

XY nodded enthusiastically, going to fetch the bottle of tequila and two shot glasses. “Yeah,” he agreed. “Sounds dope.”

XY filled both of their glasses and then handed one to Luka, careful as he climbed back up onto the bed.

“Cheers.” Luka raised his glass, and XY clinked his own against it before they both downed their shots.

Depositing the glasses on the nightstand, Luka looked back to XY.

XY studied Luka expectantly, nervously.

Luka reached out slowly, gently taking XY by the jaw and pulling him in for a soft, closed-mouthed kiss.

XY quickly got the idea, and their lips began to move together, the kiss deepening fast.

All things considered, XY wasn’t a bad kisser. A little too eager at times, a little too excitable, but that was okay because Luka could tell that this kiss meant so much more to XY than to Luka. After all, hadn’t Luka been a little overeager the first time he had kissed a boy?

After a few minutes, Luka carefully maneuvered so that, without breaking the kiss, he could lie down, carefully guiding XY down after him so that XY would be on top and not feel trapped or overwhelmed if he decided he wanted to stop.

In the back of Luka’s mind, a voice that sounded like Adrien asked, “Yeah, but what if you decide that you want to stop?”

Strangely enough, Luka didn’t.

Fifteen minutes in, it was actually shaping up to be a pretty good kiss. Luka could feel the alcohol blurring his mind again, making him forget the messy state his love life was in at the moment and allowing him to just enjoy the sensation of someone’s tongue down his throat.

Gradually, the pace slowed, winding down as XY settled in beside Luka, snuggling up and pressing gentle kisses to Luka’s cheek, chin, neck, shoulder.

“How was that?” XY asked nervously even as he tried to keep up a confident façade. “That was pretty ballin’, right? Hella sick, yeah?”

“That was good, yeah,” Luka confirmed. “A good kiss.”

“I thought I’d be good at it,” XY preened. “I’m pretty dope myself.”

Luka stilled. “…Was that…your first kiss ever?”

“Yeah,” XY replied a tad defensively. “Why?”

“I just thought that you’d have kissed girls before, so…I’m a little surprised. It’s not bad or anything, though, that that was your first kiss,” Luka rushed to assure.

XY shrugged, snuggling in closer and nuzzling Luka’s hair. “I’ve just never been interested in kissing any of the girls my dad had me date.”

A stray thought crossed Luka’s mind: “Maybe he’s demi too”.

That didn’t explain him wanting to sleep with Luka so soon, but…

“Why don’t Adrien and Marinette keep you around permanently?”

The question caught Luka off guard, leaving him taken aback.

“I mean, you’re really dope,” XY explained in a logical, reasonable fashion. “And you obviously love them. Do they not love you?”

He didn’t mean it cruelly, but it still hurt.

The pleasant buzz of the tequila instantly drained from Luka’s system. “They do,” he replied, voice cracking. He swallowed and tried again. “They do love me. It’s just…Adrien and Marinette are a complete universe unto themselves.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “They don’t love me as much as they love one another, so sometimes I feel like I don’t fit with them, like there’s not enough space for me even though…”

XY lifted his head to gaze questioningly down at Luka. “Even though…?”

Luka sighed, pushing himself up and sliding out of bed. He went over to the dresser where he’d left his clothes and dug out his wallet, bringing it back to the bed. He fished out a photo and handed it to XY, setting the wallet down on the nightstand and slipping back under the covers.

“That’s Marinette and Adrien’s son,” Luka explained with a sigh.

XY studied the picture of a beautiful young woman and handsome young man holding between them a toddler with lovely black hair and clear blue eyes.

It could just be that the boy resembled his mother, but…XY knew those blue eyes too well to mistake them. He’d been seeing those same eyes in his dreams since the day Luka had stopped in the hallway of the television studio to give XY a speech that changed his life.

“He looks just like you,” XY muttered reverently.

Luka’s lips pulled into a sad smile. “His name is Hugo. I see him fairly often, at least once a week unless I’m out of town touring. I babysit a lot, but it’s not the same as really being a part of his everyday life…of their everyday life.”

“You’re not happy just being in a part-time relationship,” XY surmised softly.

Luka nodded, gently taking back the picture and carefully replacing it in his wallet. “They love me, but I’m not number one to either of them. Most of the time, it’s fine. What I have is enough because it is love, and we are a family, and I am happy, I really am. Sometimes, though…I want to pound my head against a wall because it’s not enough.”

“You deserve to be somebody’s number one,” XY whispered soothingly, as if validating Luka’s frustration and hurt and emptiness.

“I don’t know why I’m telling you this,” Luka laughed ironically.

“You’re a little drunk and sad,” XY explained so that Luka didn’t have to.

“Yeah,” Luka sighed. “Yeah, I am.”

XY lowered his lips to Luka’s for a languid, lingering kiss, and Luka didn’t protest, letting it happen.

He decided not to worry about it or judge his behavior. After all, didn’t everyone, at some point, get sad and lonely and end up making out with someone they barely knew just to get a taste of human warmth and intimacy?

It was just kissing, and Luka could do a heck of a lot worse for a partner.

 Luka stirred several times during the short night, and each time he briefly thought that he was at Marinette and Adrien’s. Each time after he remembered, he wondered, “What the hell am I doing?” and contemplated getting up and going to sleep in the other bed. Each time, he ultimately decided against it and snuggled in closer to XY, letting himself enjoy the feeling of another person’s presence as he shut his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

At a little after half past nine, Luka woke with a throbbing headache, and the sunlight streaming in through the window would not allow him to get back to sleep.

If the sound of running water in the bathroom was anything to go by, XY was in the shower.

Luka contemplated his next move.

On the one hand, he kind of wanted to slink out and never see XY again because Luka had been a little drunk, and he vaguely remembered talking about Marinette and Adrien and Hugo, and that was never a good thing when Luka was in one of his melancholy moods (which had definitely been the case the previous night).

On the other hand, he also kind of recollected XY admitting that he had never kissed a guy before, never kissed anyone before, and even though the blonde was kind of dumb and seemingly indifferent about most things, Luka was betting that XY was experiencing some sort of feelings about the make out session and snuggling. It would be a jerk move for Luka to just run out after that.

With a sigh and some effort, he leveraged himself out of bed and onto his feet, grabbing the notepad and pen from the bedside table to write a quick note: “Sorry I had to dash. It was nice talking with you. I’ll call you soon about the collab.”

That accomplished, he put the note underneath XY’s phone so that it visibly stuck out but wasn’t in danger of being blown away.

He dressed in the clothes he’d worn the night before, made sure he had his wallet and his phone, and headed out.

He dropped the keycard in the return box next to the elevator and strode through the lobby of Le Grand Paris toward the front doors, coming to a halt as he noticed the flock of reporters buzzing about the entrance like a murder of crows, hoping to snap photos of celebrities from the party the night before taking the walk of shame.

Luka really didn’t want to go out there. He was hung over, tussled, and not in the mood for anyone to ask about his supposed affair with Adrien Agreste-Dupain-Cheng. He was kind of afraid of them asking with whom he’d spent the night at the hotel, afraid of them accusing him of cheating on Adrien on top of being a homewrecker.

He decided to wait it out a bit in the sitting area, hoping the crowd would thin and he’d be able to make his escape unmolested. He waited fifteen minutes, but the mob showed no signs of dispersing.

“Oh, hey! I’m glad I caught you,” XY called out, hustling over to Luka. He looked slightly out of breath, a little flustered.

“Oh, hey,” Luka greeted, feeling awkward. “Sorry for running off. I have a meeting this afternoon that I really wanted to get some things done before, so I was hurrying home, but there’s kind of a herd of reporters out front, so…”

Luka looked hopefully towards the entrance only to have the optimism kicked out of him when it appeared that the pack had only grown.

“I was hoping they’d go away if I waited them out a bit,” Luka sighed.

XY frowned in confusion. “Why don’t you just go the back way?”

Luka blinked dumbly. “Back way?”

“Yeah. Come on. I’ll show you.” XY motioned for Luka to follow as he headed back to the elevators and pushed the down button. “Tell your car to pull into that alley behind the hotel.”

“Uh…” Luka bit his lip. “I don’t have a car. But it’s fine; I’ll just get a taxi.”

XY clicked his tongue. “Dude. Don’t you have money now? I thought you weren’t poor anymore.”

Luka’s brow creased slightly in annoyance at the resurgence of a flash of the old XY. “Just because I have money doesn’t mean I spend it recklessly. Normally, I drive a motorcycle, but last night I got a cab to drop me off.”

XY shrugged, completely missing Luka’s defensive tone. “Meh. No sweat. You can just borrow one of mine.”

Before Luka could protest, XY pulled out his phone and shot off a text. “My driver will be there in, like, two minutes. Pretty dope, huh? I’ve got three drivers,” he boasted.

Luka was not impressed. Maybe it was the hangover, but XY was starting to rub Luka the wrong way again…except…he was being rather nice, showing Luka the way out and getting Luka a ride…even if he did it so obnoxiously.

XY started to prattle on about his miniature fleet of cars, and Luka sort of tuned out, mostly missing the substance of what XY was saying but still nodding along to the words and adding “oh, really?”s and “wow”s in the pauses. That seemed to satisfy XY.

Thankfully, they reached the back door in under ten minutes, and the car was ready and waiting to take Luka home.

It was then that he felt a little bad for being so short with XY. The guy really had done him a favour…and was a good kisser.

“Here we are. George will make sure you get home.” XY motioned to the car as if he were unveiling…well…a car, but as if he were on a game show or something.

“Thank you,” Luka replied with genuine gratitude. “I appreciate it. You really saved the day.”

“All in a day’s work, Citizen,” XY assured as he flexed comically, showing off his muscles in a cartoonish way that made Luka wonder whether or not XY were serious.

Luka gave a soft chuckle, thinking, “What a dork. At least he’s cute.”

The thought kind of caught him by surprise.

XY’s expression transitioned into what could probably qualify as serious for him as he turned back to Luka, asking hopefully, “I’ll see you again soon, yeah?”

Luka was a little taken aback by XY’s sincerity. “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll give your music a listen and call you about a collab. For sure.”

XY’s face exploded into a firework of joy.

“Rad!” he cheered, leaning in and planting a sloppy kiss on Luka’s cheek. “I’m super stoked!”

Luka could only nod and wave as he went over to the car, climbing into the backseat in a daze as he tried to sort out what exactly was happening in his life.

In his distracted state, he accidentally gave the driver the address of The Liberty instead of the flat he lived in half of the time.

He didn’t stress about it. He had bigger issues to deal with.

[killerqueenys]

just one more drink||roger taylor x reader||part two

Summary: Y/N is a drummer who has a serious drinking problem (she insists she’s “working on it”). When Y/N’s band decides to collaborate with Queen, as the two drummers, Roger and Y/N have to work side by side. Things start out rocky but then a PR stunt pushes the two together.

Warning(s): alcoholism

Word count: 3,509

A/N: This part took wayyy too long for me to finish and it’s kind of short but now I know what kind of direction I wanna go with this fic so the next parts will (hopefully) be better! Enjoy!

It had been a week since your band first met with Queen in the studio. Most everyone had gotten a little bit of their music down. Guitar riffs and stray chords, vocal runs and vibratos, even a whole bass solo. Everyone had gotten something done except for you and Roger.

While everyone was writing their instrumental parts for the verse of the song, the two of you had been bickering over little things that didn’t matter and had absolutely nothing done. It felt less like a collaboration and more like the two of you bashing one another’s creative work.

“It’s absurd!” you ranted to your band. “The guy hasn’t even contributed anything and he has the audacity to complain about my drumming?? I mean the nerve of h-”

“Y/N if you’re so upset about it, just tell the man already!” Carter interrupted.

You had been talking your head off for the past hour about Roger and your bandmates had tuned out about twenty minutes ago. Your rants tended to get a bit repetitive and they had learned that it was more productive if they just cut you off.

“I can’t! Are you crazy? He is the Roger Taylor!” you shouted clearly frustrated by Carter’s suggestion.

“Yeah and you are the Y/N Y/L/N! We’re at the top of the charts right now Y/N! And that’s partially because of your talent.” Hendrix argued.

“You know what? You’re right!” you said, your confidence growing. “I’m gonna tell him off the next time we meet! I’ve been putting all my fucking effort into this song and the least he coul-”

“Y/N! Their car just pulled up to the studio.” Lucas told you in his best attempt to get you to stop talking.

Freddie walked in dressed up far too much for just another practice session (but then again, he was always dressed his best no matter what the occasion called for). Following him were Brian, John, and Roger.

Even the way he walked pissed you off. He had so much confidence that it was borderline cockiness. As he walked towards the room where your drum kit sat, you glared at him just wishing that you had been able to do the project on your own without his constant arguing.

“Are you gonna sit there and stare at me all day or are you gonna come play?” he questioned.

“I wasn’t staring.” you huffed.

“Sure you weren’t.” Roger said sarcastically, holding the door open for you.

“Alright Roger, everyone’s already got some parts of the song figured out and we have absolutely nothing. We have to actually work this time. Constructive criticism blah blah blah is fine but no arguing!” you told him as the door shut behind you.

“Y/N it’s fine! We have time to just do nothing! We haven’t even announced to the public that we’re doing a collaboration yet.” he argued. Almost as if it were planned, your manager bust into the room.

“Hey guys just a heads up, we’ll be holding a press conference in three days announcing the collaboration!” he informed you.

“Well...shit.” Roger looked down.

“Yeah ‘well shit’ is right.” you sighed. “Now are you gonna help me or what?”

-----

Three hours later, you and Roger had an intro beat done. It wasn’t much but at least it was progress. Roger became more bearable with each measure of it that you finished. The rest of the boys had gone out to go get lunch together but made the two of you stay behind until you finished something. ‘Anything at all! Even just one hit of a snare!’ is what they had said. Now the two of you were starved.

“So, where are we going for lunch?” Roger asked as he shrugged on his jacket.

“So it’s we now huh?” you chuckled as you grabbed your coat from the coat rack. You had to admit, the two of you had made some progress with each other. From glaring at each other in the restaurant last week (for no apparent reason other than that one drumming session where you had bashed each other’s skills) and arguing every five seconds to at least being able to hold a civil conversation, things were getting better.

“Yes it’s we now. Hurry up and tell me where we’re eating before I change my mind.” he smiled. That was the first time you had seen him genuinely smile at you. All the other times before were when he had made a joke at your expense. If you were being quite honest, he had one of the most gorgeous smiles you had ever seen (though you’d never let him know) and you had to admit that it made your heart flutter a little.

“There’s a takeout place down a block and then there’s a grocery store across the street that the boys and I always sit at to eat.” you answered.

“Great let’s go,” he said with that same smile on his face as he opened the door for you. “After you.”

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After getting your food from the chinese takeout place, you and Roger walked across the street to the grocery store. The two plastic foldable chairs were barely held together and the small metal table between them was scratched and dented. It was a strange juxtaposition to see two world famous rockstars sitting at such a dilapidated grocery store.

“I’m gonna go in and buy a beer.” you said as you turned towards the doors.

“No you’re not.” Roger called out.

“Excuse me?” you questioned. “And why not?”

“Your friend Lucas told me about your little drinking problem.” he spoke. “Told me to keep an eye on you. Make sure you don’t do any day drinking or whatnot.”

“So he‘s got me a babysitter now?” you huffed.

“Y/N come on. Think about it, do you really need that beer right now?” he persuaded.

“Fine. I’ll just go in for water.” you relented but he gave you a skeptical look. “I promise. You can even go in with me if you really want to keep such a close eye.”

You didn’t expect him to actually go in with you but to your surprise, he stood and waited for you to open the doors. Inside the store, the air conditioning was weak and the fluorescent lighting was a bit too harsh on your eyes but it was something that you and your band mates had gotten accustomed to as you went there every friday together. Usually it was to eat, maybe it was a band discussion, but sometimes you would go there to just talk. You had quickly become a tight knit family, not just a band.

Grabbing two waters, you head to the counter where you had gotten to know the store owner over time. 

“Y/N, no drinks this time?” he asked.

“She’s trying to quit.” Roger spoke for you.

“And who’s this? You didn’t tell me you got a new boyfriend Y/N!”

“No no no it’s nothing like that I swear.” you spoke a little too quickly. “This is Roger Taylor of Queen. The boys and I are working on a little something with them.”

“Are we allowed to tell anyone about that?” Roger whispered in your ear.

“Actually...probably not,” you paused. “It’s fine he won’t tell anyone. Doesn’t keep up with pop culture shit.”

After paying for your bottles of water, you head back outside and suddenly realized how tired your feet were from walking down the long block. Sitting down, you both set your chinese takeout onto the wobbly table.

“Are you sure this thing will hold?” Roger asked.

“Actually, we have a little bet going to see how long it takes until this thing breaks,” you laughed. “I said two week about well...two weeks ago so I guess I’ve lost already. Lucas and Hendrix both swear it’ll last at least three more months and Carter lost two weeks ago when he bet that ‘this shit should be broken by the time we finish eating’”

“Well you might just win that bet because this thing looks like it’s on it’s last leg.” Roger said as he inspected the table.

“It might look that way but it’s a lot sturdier than you think.” you spoke, waving your fork around. As Roger was inspecting the table leg, you quickly swiped some of the chicken from his takeout box.

“Hey I saw that!” he said shooting up from below the table.

“Sorry! Another bad habit I guess!” you laughed.

“Well fair’s fair,” he said as he took some of your fried rice. You retaliated by taking even more of his food and he did the same until it got to the point where you both basically had half of each dish.

After you had finished eating the majority of your meal with Roger, you heard a creek. Suddenly, the battered table beneath your takeout boxes collapsed one leg at a time.

After the initial shock of the clang of the metal table hitting the concrete floor, you both looked up at each other and burst into a fit of laughter. You held your stomachs and tried to catch your breath but it was no use as more laughter filled the air whenever you tried to suppress it.

“We should probably clean that up.” he looked up, still out of breath from laughing so hard.

“Hey, at least I won the bet,” you joked. “They’ll never believe that I won so you’re gonna have to be my witness.”

-----

“I swear it happened!” you spoke to your band. “Roger was there and everything! Roger tell them.” “It’s true,” Roger chimed in. “Table just fell apart halfway through lunch.”

Suddenly the door flew open and there stood both of your managers who looked fairly upset.

“What the hell is this?” your manager asked as he threw the daily newspaper onto the coffee table in front of you.

There in big bold letters read:

POSSIBLE LOVERS? DRUMMERS ROGER TAYLOR AND Y/N Y/L/N SEEN SPENDING SOME ROMANTIC TIME TOGETHER ON A CASUAL LUNCH DATE.

Underneath the headline were pictures of you and Roger taking food from each other’s plates and then another of you two laughing at the fallen metal table. Honestly, it would have looked like you were just friends if it weren’t for the third picture. Under the first two images, there was one of you and Roger walking to the grocery store but you were walking incredibly close together. You didn’t remember standing that close. 

The room went silent. You looked to your band mates and then to Roger. Why were your managers so upset over this? The silence hung in the air for what felt like forever until your band mates all burst into laughter at the same time.

“Y/N with Roger? Please they would kill each other within the first 24 hours of being together!” Hendrix laughed.

“Why are you guys so upset over this anyways?” you asked your managers. “It’s just teenage gossip right? It should blow over by next week.”

“Problem is that we don’t have until next week,” he replied. “Two more days until the press conference about your collaboration and all the questions are gonna be about you and Roger and not the music.”

“Well what are we to do about it?” Roger spoke. “It was just lunch and it’s not our fault that the press took it out of context.”

“And that’s why we have a plan,” your manager looked to the two of you. “We’re going to turn this into a little PR stunt.” “What do you mean?” you questioned, already sensing that it wouldn’t be good for you.

“What he means is that you and Roger are gonna be a couple to the public eye,” Queen’s manager spoke. “At least until the record has been released.”

“A what?” you and Roger both spoke outraged. This only made the laughs of all your band mates increase in volume.

“In public you two will be all lovey dovey but in private you’ll just be colleagues,” your manager spoke. “It’ll help put you guys in the media which in turn would increase the sales of the record. I promise you it’s a good thing.” Roger looked around the room to his band mates who all nodded. Then he looked to you. His eyes lingered for a bit before he turned to his manager and spoke.

“Honestly, if she’s okay with it, I’ll do it.” he agreed.

Copying his movements before, you looked to your own band mates who also nodded. Then you turned, looking to meet Roger’s blue eyes.

“Can I think on it overnight?” you asked. “I promise I’ll let you know what I’ve decided by tomorrow morning.”

-----

“Well I don’t know Lucas…” you spoke into the phone.

“Look, obviously you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he responded. “But it would be really good for the band. Plus you’d be dating Roger Taylor so it wouldn’t be the worst deal.”

“I just got used to not arguing with him every time we’re in the same room!” you sighed. “I like the guy but I don’t want to date him.” “It’s only in public Y/N not in private.” Lucas spoke gently. “Just think about it okay?”

“Yeah...I will.” you replied.

“Good night.”

“Night.”

-----

The next morning, your stomach filled with nerves. For the first time ever, you were hesitant about going into your own studio.

It was 5am when you woke up and sleepily got ready to announce your decision to the team. Now, at 6am, you were driving to the studio with a headache that felt strangely like a hangover despite the fact that you didn’t really drink yesterday.

Well, that was yesterday. Today is today you thought as you parked into the parking lot and pulled out the vodka you had in the backseat of your car. Maybe it would cure your headache (okay, the logic doesn’t make sense but that vodka looked really tempting).

“It’s just one sip.” you thought aloud as you took a big gulp from the bottle. You got your keys out as the burning sensation passed through your body.

“Okay, now I’m ready.”

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“I’ll do it.” you announced as you flung the door open. Everyone turned their heads to face you. “What? I said I’d be thinking about it! That didn’t mean no.”

“Well that’s great because we kind of already set up an interview for you two today.” your manager informed you as he walked out of the kitchenette with a cup of coffee.

“What? Today? What kind of management is this that you’re telling me now that I have an interview today?” you shouted. You had agreed to date Roger in the public eye but you didn’t agree to any interviews and certainly not any so soon.

“It was very last minute but it’ll be small. Only fifteen minutes at the very most.” Queen’s manager said.

“Where’s Roger anyways?” you asked suddenly noticing his lack of presence. “Does he know about this?” “Yes, we rang him yesterday.” “Well why didn’t you bother to call me?” you questioned.

“We did but no one picked up. Figured you were asleep.” you manager answered.

“It was 4 o’clock in the bloody morning Dan,” Lucas spoke to your manager. “Couldn’t have picked a better time.” “Suppose you’re right…” he said. “Well, there’s nothing that can be done now, it’s already been scheduled. There’s a binder on your drum set explaining what you should and should not do and a couple of things to talk about during the interview.”

“Are you being serious right now? Is this some kind of joke?” you laughed.

“Y/N I’ll admit, this was bad planning on my part but please do this. For the band?” he begged. You rolled your eyes but walked into your drum room and looked at the papers that they had gotten ready for you anyways.

As you were reading the third page (they had fifteen pages written out. Fifteen whole fucking pages), a knock came on your door. You looked out the little window that gave you a view into the lounge and saw Lucas’s puppy eyes asking if he could come in.

“Hey, how you doing with all of this?” he asked as he entered and shut the door behind him.

“It’s a lot for the first fucking day,” you admitted. “But, I’ll manage.”

“Look, it’s great that you said yes and all but, why did you say yes?” he asked. “You sounded like you were really against the idea yesterday. The guys and I just don’t want to make you feel like we’re forcing you into anything.”

“Lucas, I agreed to the plan on my own accord. It’s okay, I want to do this,” you assured him. 

“You know that we’ll stick with you no matter what right?” he looked to you with concern plastered all over his face.

“Yeah but it’ll honestly be really good for record sales. Plus, I’d be the hottest gossip for at least the next two weeks.” you joked.

Even though that was the excuse you gave to Lucas, you would be lying if you said you didn’t like the idea of being with Roger a little bit. Of course you were doing this for your band and your own success, but the idea of dinner dates or strolls in the park with Roger made your heart glow.

“Well as long as y-” Lucas started but he was cut off by Roger opening the door.

“Sorry to interrupt but they said to tell you that we’re leaving in ten minutes.” he spoke apologetically.

“Ten minutes??” you asked shocked. They were really testing your patience.

“Ridiculous right?” he agreed as Lucas excused himself from the room.

“They literally just told me to read this thing five minutes ago!” you exclaimed waving the binder around.

“Oh right that thing!” Roger laughed. “I lied about reading it all so could I maybe take a peek at that?”

-----

Ten minutes flew by quickly and now you were situated in the back of the car with Roger while your managers sat up at the front. Not having read the entire manual yet, you and Roger shared the binder the entire ride there. 

“Wait hold on a second,” Roger stopped and pointed to the fifth line on the tenth page. “You don’t want us to explicitly say that we’re together? How does that make any sense?”

“Well we have to keep them guessing,” his manager spoke. “If you tell them so quickly that you’re dating then they’ll know that you’re together and then there wouldn’t be any gossip. It’s not a real news story these days if you know all the details.”

“So then what’s the point of sending us two out on this interview?” you questioned. It seemed a little ridiculous to be doing an interview about your relationship when you weren’t even allowed to talk about it.

“It’ll be a video interview so they’ll be able to capture all of your body language,” Roger’s manager told you. “The interview will be mostly about any new music, how the tour was for each of your bands, future plans and whatnot. They promised not to ask any personal questions or anything pertaining to your rumoured relationship.” 

“We really just need you to convey everything through your body language,” you manager cut in. “Touching knees, hands almost overlapping, Roger maybe you could rest your arm against the back of the couch behind Y/N? You know, cutesy stuff that all those celebrity couples do.”

“Ugh fine.” you and Roger rolled your eyes in unison. Despite the rough start between you two, you were more similar than either of you cared to admit.

-----

You looked out the window, and watched the commuting cars zooming by and the little flashes of green from the trees you passed. Your eyelids started to feel heavy from the little amount of sleep you had gotten the night before. Soon, both you and Roger were fast asleep. (The car ride was pretty long after all. I mean, 40 minutes for one interview? A bit extensive if you ask me!)

“We’re here.” your manager announced startling you both awake.

Somehow, in the small space that was available for the two of you in the backseat, you had ended up huddled together in the middle seat. Roger’s arm was wrapped around you and you had your face buried in his neck.

Looking at the tall building ahead of you, you jumped away from Roger as you suddenly realized how close he had gotten to you in your slumber.

Roger shifted a little in his seat and as he did, his hand brushed against yours and it sent little chills through you.

You thought that it would be hard to act like you were into Roger but now, you couldn’t help but wonder if maybe the challenge would be avoiding real feelings for him.

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A/N: Anyways idk how I felt about this one! Any notes or reblogs are appreciated and if you’d like, you can send in a request! If you’d like to be added to my taglist, just let me know if you want to be on my permanent taglist or just the one for this series! If you’d like to be removed from it, just let me know! <3

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[crystal-snowing]

fake dating | bang chan

summary: in order to generate publicity for your group’s comeback stray kids’ comeback, jyp entertainment decides it’s a good idea for the leaders of both groups to “fake date”—but they have one condition in mind, don’t fall in love. 

genre: fluff, slight angst, idol! reader

pairing: bang chan x reader 

word count: 3.3k 

other members: | felix | jisung | jeongin | minho | changbin | seungmin | hyunjin | 

a/n: guess who’s starting another series, i’m sorry but i can’t help myself :))

in your defense this whole plan was concocted by the company, and you felt as if it was their responsibility to take care of the fallout caused by this action.

never has the thought of dating bang chan ever crossed your mind, in fact you barely knew the guy, and if it wasn’t for the fact that the two of you were under the same company you would doubt that you would have ever known of his existence.

the plan was simple really, since stray kids was having a comeback soon and your group’s comeback happened a few weeks ago, why not generate publicity by releasing a story that one member from your group and one from his announce that they are dating?

of course it was all for show, both of you still on your three year dating ban from company, but as long as this “relationship” was under the company’s jurisdiction, what could possibly go wrong?

apparently a lot.

and when deciding the members of each group, you and chan seemed to draw the short end of the stick.

there was no way either of you could possibly say no, after fall this was your company, your group—everything that the both of you have ever worked for was on the line here, and both of you were not willing to sacrifice anything.

after finalizing all the details with jyp, and casually leaking this information to the press, in a couple of hours everything went viral—the media and the entire world had its eyes on the two of you.  

headlines flooded the press, naming the two rookie idols that have begun dating and were working on “maintaining their relationship while making their dreams a reality” every headline worse than the last one.

the two of you taking center stage as the industry’s new and hottest, “it couple.”

the two of you have never met before the endless amount of meetings and occasionally passing each other in the vast company building.

you were both as close as strangers and yet you were now expected to become so much more than that.

for a couple of days after the news broke his phone number sat untouched on your phone, most of time when you were not attending practices with your members, you often stared at, wondering if you should make the first move.

you needed to make this convincing, the company would have your heads if all their hard work fell through, and it was hard to pretend that you like someone/been dating someone when the two of you barely knew each other.

by the end of your third night simply staring at the piece of technology, you grabbed it in a haste and typed a quick text—and before you could chicken out, you pressed send.

even though it was only a few seconds, you were anxious awaiting his reply and for some reason, even though you barely knew him, he made you palms sweaty and heart race.

the ding of your cellphone signalled his response, and you lunged for it, reading the reply and letting out a long await sigh of relief.

of course he agreed to your proposal to grab some coffee and talk about your “relationship” and in hindsight it was stupid of you to fret about this issue in the first place.

it wasn’t like he was going to say no, as far as you knew bang chan was definitely not an unreasonable guy, but you didn’t know how to describe it in words—there was just something about him that made you feel on the edge.

and at the moment, you weren’t necessarily sure if that was a good or bad thing.

the two of you met at this coffee shop that was definitely out of the way, wanting to draw as little attention as you possibly could.

while it wouldn’t be a big deal if the press caught the two you together, since it was already announced that the two of you were dating and the company confirmed this statement, you wanted to keep this meeting private in order for the two of you to talk in peace.

you had gotten there before him, ordering your favorite drink and one for him, keeping in mind that he doesn’t like coffee before picking a secluded table in the back.

fiddling with your cardboard cup, your mind began to wander about your “boyfriend” as irrational thoughts and fears began to cloud your mind.

those “what if” questions consumed your thoughts, the biggest one being that perhaps this was all a mistake and that maybe he wanted to only put on a half-assed show for the media, and that he didn’t really care at all.

but, your incessant rambling was soon quelled as soon as the man in question stepped out in front of you, giving you a small and shy smile before sitting down across from you.

well hot diggity damn, he was absolutely gorgeous.

definitely his pictures on the internet did not do him justice, even with that horrible shade of green in his hair, you could swear that he was the most beautiful human being that you have ever laid your eyes on.

“hi, i’m [y/n].”

and immediately after saying that you wanted to smack yourself upside the head, of course he knew who you were, this wasn’t the first time that the two of you have met—but you couldn’t help yourself from saying some pretty dumb things around absolutely breathtaking guys.

god, his laugh was so cute.

likewise, he introduced himself in the same manner that you did, and gosh his accent was so cute.

the way that he accented certain words or pronounced them, had your cheeks hurting from how much you were beaming.

it made you want to melt into a puddle right then and there, wow, but that's besides the point and you needed to focus on the task at hand and oh god, there he goes again smiling at you.

it wasn’t halfway through the meeting yet and you were already hella whipped for this boy.

somehow you managed to contain yourself and get through what you wanted to say, the both of you agreeing that you would meet up again, this time officially and in front of the cameras to solidify your relationship in front of the public.

the two of you then spent the rest of your time together getting to know one another, the conversation flowing freely and the two of you clicking so easily—but soon it was time for the both of you to part.

he thanked you for the drink and promised you that he would pay next time, bang chan the ultimate gentleman before saying goodbye and walking out of the shop.

as he disappeared from your line of sight, you released a breath that you didn’t notice that you were holding.

perhaps this arrangement wouldn’t be as bad as you initially assumed.

oh boy oh boy, you have to really stop jinxing things.

despite being extremely busy promoting your group’s recent comeback and chan being busy preparing for stray kid’s comeback, the two of you still managed to text each other every spare second that you got—and in a couple of days those awkward and formal texts soon turned into ones of just memes being sent back and forth.

it was a couple of weeks before the two of you could meet again, and after getting it approved by the company you both decided that a park date would be nice.

after an abundance of chaos and squealing from your group mates, and articles of clothing and makeup flying around your shared dorm room—you were finally ready for your date.

you couldn’t help but still feel that nervousness build up in the pit of your stomach as you sat on a bench in the park waiting for him.

so far the media was not aware of your date nor has anyone recognized you, which was both a good sign and perhaps a bad sign.

while it was your job to get noticed by the media and your fans, you also couldn’t help but wish that the two of you could maybe spend an afternoon alone, without the presence of fans or the intrusive press.

your group members did a fantastic job, and while you normally looked amazing, today you looked absolutely breathtaking.

and chan certainly agreed after spotting you on the bench, and he could swear that his jaw dropped to the floor.

he could feel his cheeks warm as he approached you, a small yet bashful smile on his lips.

the two of you spent your day walking idly around the park, enjoying the scenery and the serenity of being alone together.

you both made pleasant conversation, from your favorites parts of being an idol to funny stories about your other members.

every time he smiled and laughed, his eyes forming those little crescents that you loved so much and his little dimple popping out on the right side of his cheek, your stomach couldn’t help but fill up with butterflies—your body being to feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

there were these feelings that were beginning to rise and you couldn’t explain the sensation that you felt when you were with him.

he made you feel safe, warm and comfortable, and just for a second could you forget that you were both on a fake date and imagine that this was real and he was genuinely interested in you.

however, that fantasy came crashing down as soon as the paparazzi arrived, shattering the illusion that you worked so hard on creating.

to you, bang chan will never be more than a colleague, someone that you would occasionally run into at the company and in public—and certainly nothing more.

you had to dutifully remind yourself that no matter what strange feelings that you were currently experiencing, your profession as an idol came first and that this was nothing more than a publicity stunt and part of your job.

as expected, the press soon found the two of you, and your peace was soon broken with the shouting of questions from reporters and the flashes of cameras.

and in the middle of all this chaos, chan reached over and grabbed your hand, giving it a reaffirming squeeze and the mob of reporters and photographers went mad over that small gesture of affection.

as soon as his hand touched your own, you could immediately feel sparks shoot up your arm, and you wanted to know if he felt it too, as you glanced at him, looking for any type of reaction—yet, he didn’t acknowledge it, instead giving you a smile and refocusing his attention on shielding you from the press.

maybe he didn’t feel the same electricity that you did, but in all honesty you couldn’t really blame him for that after all, his feelings were his own and perhaps some things were not meant to be.

this heavy realization stuck with you as the two of you continued to “date” and the more time the two of you spent together the more it weighed down on you.

it took a bit of persuading from your group members for you to explain what was going on, before they knocked some sense into you that those feelings that kept festering was love—you, [y/n] [l/n] are in love with bang chan.

oh, oh damn—and just like that, you broke the golden rule that the company set for the two of you when you had begun “dating”—you had both agreed that you would not fall in love, and signed a contract agreeing that your relationship was strictly for business purposes only and not for pleasure.

well shit.

and for a while after this new realization did you learn to live with it, but lately it’s been painful to be around him.

he kept doing this stupid thing, slipping his stupidly warm hand into your own, or pulling you into his stupid chest and wrapping his stupid arm over your shoulder as you walked down the street.

every time he touched you it felt as if your skin was on fire, but you didn’t pull away—in fear of one, upsetting the cameras and two, despite the pain you enjoyed being close to him.

so you let yourself burn, and you kept burning until till you practically couldn’t stand it anymore.

this when you began pulling away from him, sheltering yourself from being hurt and protecting yourself from experiencing any more pain.

and you were a fool to think that he wouldn’t notice.

as much attention that you have been giving him, he has given you back, but it seemed that you were not paying as close attention as you assumed—if you were, you would have noticed the same lovestruck expression on his face, the one that mirrored your own.

sure, the company set up this rule, yet they couldn’t stop the longings of the human heart and the connections that two individuals may share.

and goddamnit, he was in love with you.

damn the company, damn jyp for setting up this idiotic publicity stunt, in this moment all he cared about was you and trying not to lose one of his most meaningful relationships.

you were practically slipping out of his fingers, barely answering his calls or texts and only hanging out with him whenever you were ordered by the company to go on a mandatory “date”.

chan knew that time with you was fleeting and that any time the company could decide to call off the entire relationship, the two of you soon returning to strangers in the eyes of the public.

he couldn’t let that happen, after all you meant much more than that to him and he was willing to do everything in his power to prevent that from happening.

which is why after leaving one of his most recent texts on read, he decided that he has had enough—opting to confront you and demand an answer.

luckily for him, both stray kids and your group were attending the same award show and since the two of you were a “couple” he was allowed to stay by your side practically the entire night.

and his luck only seemed to get better, after its announced that the two of you will presenting an award together.

that night you looked absolutely breathtaking, dressed in your favorite color which complimented your eyes, and he looked like a prince dressed in a suit—the two of you walking down the red carpet like royalty.

his hand never left the small of your back or your waist that entire night, not only enjoying the feeling of showing the world that you were all his but also making sure that you had no chance to escape from his grasp.

after presenting the award, the two of you were lead off stage with your hands intertwined together—and immediately after you both disappeared from the line of vision from the cameras and audience, you wrestled your hand away from his grasp and attempted to stalk away.

but no matter how fast you could walk, chan’s reflexes were faster, and he grabbed onto your wrist, spinning you around to face him, and pulling you up against his chest.

you were flustered to say the least, and knowing that there was no way to escape his grip, you focused your eyes on looking everywhere backstage except for his face.

he’s cornered you and everything that you have worked so hard to build up in the last few months has suddenly come crashing down.

“hey, look at me,” his voice held no malice in it, instead it was soft and comforting—the same chan that you had fallen in love with all those months ago.

gingerly you lifted your head to meet his eyes, and while you expected to see anger and frustration, you only saw his soft features and a questioning look.

“why have you been avoiding me?”

his question caused you to immediately turn away, of course he deserved an answer to his simple question, but it was not one that you wanted to give.

after all, how are you supposed to explain your less than fitting behavior without exposing yourself, or sounding like a complete fool in front of him.

instead, you did what you have been doing best for the past few months and denied everything that he was saying, muttering some excuse about being busy with your group members.

and not for a single second did chan buy that crappy excuse, instead he gently cupped your cheeks with his large hands and looked you directly in the eyes.

“come on, [y/n], i miss talking to you okay, when you would laugh and my corny jokes and send me memes of your members whenever we were texting—what changed?” he sighed, “why do you have to keep pushing me away?”

you bit down hard on your lower lip and drawing some blood, but at the moment the metallic taste in your mouth didn’t phase you—instead, it was his words that currently moved you.

for the most part you were so caught up in your own feelings and protecting yourself from experiencing any more pain that you failed to realize the possibility of him hurting as well.

your voice came out meager and weak, completely different from a few moments ago on stage, but nevertheless you knew that you needed to get this off your chest—no matter the consequences.

“because it was easier to push you away than accept the fact that i am in love with you.”

the shock on his face was evident, his brain running a mile a minute trying to process exactly what you were saying.

these overwhelming emotions of love and adoration that have been festering within in for the past few months have not been in vain, in fact by some miracle you felt the same as him, and his eyes gleamed showing his joy.

you could only assume that he was either in shock or felt the same way since he didn’t let go of your cheeks for a few seconds, before shifting his arms to wrap around your neck and closing the already small amount of space between you.

“can i kiss you?”his breath was hot against your face and you could distinctly smell his expensive cologne, the smell soon becoming one of your favorite scents.

if your face wasn’t flushed already, it was now, as he leaned in closer and you sputtered attempting to come up with a response.

as his plump lip was about to collide with your own, you turned away at the last second, your face hot and pink with embarrassment as he kissed your cheek instead.

opening his eyes and looking at you with confusion and a twinge of hurt, you immediately glanced down at your shoes as you untangled yourself from him, murmuring an apology.

“don’t get me wrong, i want to kiss you too, but our careers and the company and everyone back here, if they got word that we were dating everything would be over and i don’t—” your explanation was cut short as chan once again leaned into kiss you, and this time he was  successful—his sweet lips melding perfectly with your own.

after savoring the moment for a few seconds, he pulled away and gave you his infamous dimpled smile.

“you worry too much, for now everyone thinks that we’re dating, so they won’t think much of it if we have a few more pda moments and the company, we’ll worry about them when the time comes,” he offered you his hand, “let’s relax and head back to our seats, alright?”

you gladly took in as he pulled you into his chest and placed a comforting kiss on your forehead, before leading you back to your seats.

and in that moment you knew that no matter what happened in the future between the two of you, that chan will always have your back—for better and for worse.

[bulbinie]

Little Red Riding Hood

Author’s note:I’ve been writing this for so LONG AND IT TOOK SO MUCH FROM MY HEALTH♣️😩 (I tried to put a ‘keep reading’ but tumblr didn’t let me post the writing so I decided to take it off.sorry to everyone that has to scroll a lot to get to another fanfic)

Genre:tokyo ghoul au,drama,the slightest of romance(both of them are just being flirty dicks to each other)

Pair:Investigator!Bang Chan x Ghoul!Reader

Warnings:blood,gory,a lot of Hyunjin in store

Word count:4.9K

‘Another body has been found near an old construction site, reportedly of a man in his 30s. The young adult, is said to have been seen earlier that week robbing a supermarket, holding the clerk and a couple of citizens at gunpoint. The man has a criminal record for carjacking, robbery and lewd conduct in public…’

‘The bastard had it coming.’ you say cheerfully, focusing on the newly announced piece of information from the walkie talkie attached to your belt.

You had stolen the old rusty communicator a couple of months ago from the local police station. Getting called in ‘as the last person who had seen the victim’, it was shortly explained  to you that the bartender whose body was found limbless, chest wild open, was putting more than the needed stuff in the drinks.

And of course-you knew that. The moment you saw the man behind the bar spiking one of the women’s drinks, who was sitting at the bar, waiting for her beverage to get ready, and chatting in a happy-go-lucky way not suspecting a thing, you had become livid. Luring him outside in one of the dead-end streets near the bar, you listened to his screams and pleas with such satisfaction that you had gone overboard with your actions. Completely blinded by rage-the predator in you calling-you had opened him up, like a kid would do, a stuffed doll to see what’s hiding inside.

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Hearing a muffled cry, your gaze finally falls to the woman under your slightly hovering figure. The tentacles of the red kagune - starting at the base of your back - are tightly wrapped around her mouth to silence the screams.

‘Oh, I almost forgot about you, miss ’ you giggle softly, hitting yourself on the head, acting as if you had just forgotten something from the grocery store and not that a fragile human being was lying under your form. Most of her white coat was soaked up in blood, two small daggers that the investigator tried to use against you in a close combat fight, sunken deeply in the flesh around her shoulder area.

Balanced on your tentacles-planted firmly to the ground-you shorten the proximity between your bodies by relaxing your kagune enough, almost able to feel her ragged breath on your face.

Still smiling slightly, you delicately envelop one of the bloody daggers in your hand. At this point there are tears running down the face of the dove, her eyes screwing shut when you turn the dagger sharply, the movement making the little knife sink in even deeper.

As soon as she opens her eyes again, your expression has changed, no trace left of your breezy attitude. Your red eyes are hooded, a frown plastered on your lips.

‘I’m not going to kill you as I’m already running late because of the little stunt you pulled earlier,’ you explain with a calm tone. ‘-and I need you to be my messenger of the day, okay?’

‘Tell the new chairman of the CCG that me and the former one have a long lasting deal,’ you twist the knife again making the clothed area redden even more.’- and that I will kill every single dove I see strolling around my district and I won’t be as generous as today, got it?’ you finish with a tilt of your head and a cynical smile.

 Loosening the grip of your tentacles around her after she nods to show you that she had understood your requirements, you step back on the ground your kagune retracting from its previous spot, disappearing.

While she is trying to fix her breathing pattern, you kneel down next to her, stuffing your hand in the pocket of the white coat, fumbling a little inside. Taking out a phone you quickly send an SOS message with an exact location, throwing it once you are done, next to the dove.

‘Oh and also,’ you say while putting on your red hood, positioning the mask that strongly reminded the lying woman of a wolf face.’-tell your boss that the message is from the Little Red Riding Hood and that I’m the last person the organization wants to mess with.’

And with that you were gone, fading into the shadows.

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‘Did you get here so late because you had to deliver some food to grandma’s house?’ the boy you were supposed to meet 20 minutes ago, teases the moment he spots your figure approaching the old abandoned building. Smoke filled the air from the cigarettes that some ghouls had come outside to light for a quick smoke. With a few fanning motions and a couple of greetings you break through the suffocating curtain that is between you and your friend, who is leaning against the wall. Instead of answering him, you slide out your hands from the pockets of your coat, pulling them up for him to see the dry blood all over your fingers and palms. His smirk falters, a worried look appearing on his face. 

You found it cute when he got all worried for you in situations that weren’t even that serious, quickly coming to your aid when you got injured, even if it was a cut to the stomach or a bruised face that he knew was going to heal in a matter of minutes. But you were especially grateful for him when things got nastier, the ghoul always having your back, no questions asked.

‘Did someone attack you?’ he asks while hanging you a wrinkled napkin from the back pocket of his jeans.

‘They sure tried to. Too bad she was all alone, trying to fight with twin daggers.’ you laugh bitterly, starting to clean the blood off with the help of the napkin. ‘Can you believe it, Hyunjin? The old man resigns from his position and all of a sudden doves start flying in trying to hunt in our district.’

‘Maybe things would have been different if he didn’t die’ you finish off, the scenario you voice out, stopping at just that- a plot which will never unfold.

Hyunjin nods thoughtfully, stroking his chin with narrowed eyebrows. After a few seconds with no response from him he suddenly swings his arm tightly around your shoulder, pressing your hair uncomfortably under it. With that you know the boy is done worrying for the day, the big smile that appears on his handsome face, lifting up your mood a little. Trying to shake his heavy hand off your shoulder, but to not avail, you jab the tall boy right under the ribs with two fingers rapidly, which makes him shriek and laugh, letting you out of his bear-like grip. After a couple of minutes of messing around, you decide to get inside the building.

At first glance the building looks close to collapsing. No front door separated the inside of it from the dark street, the closest source of light being the street lamp at the end of the alley-almost useless considering the distance from the building and the constant flickering that it did. Inside there was no paint on the walls, the elevator that had once worked gone out of service, no electricity, no -nothing. The only thing left in the creepy place were the bad smell, tag murals all over the blank walls and of course the bar.

The underground venue was a save hang out place for a lot of the ghouls who were on the run or just wanted to relax from the craziness of the outside world. You found the description, your friend and the owner of the place-Minho, had used to introduce his new bar to you, ironic, considering that most of the chaos that he was talking about going down in the city, came from the actions of the ghouls and their habits.

‘Honestly, I’ve always wondered why Minho chose this miserable lot to start his business.’ the boy next to you points out while descending the stairs towards the basement. 

With every passing step the darkness, surrounding both of you becomes less. ‘I mean, have you seen that guy? He would do anything to save money. Of course he would pick a creepy building like this that looks like it came straight out of a crime movie. The last time he paid for electricity, was the last time the electrician that got the guts to come here, saw the outside world.’

A loud cackle comes from Hyunjin. ’Lino has some serious problems as a ghoul and a citizen of this town.’

‘Tell me about it’ you say mimicking the wide smile that is plastered on the boy’s lips.

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The energetic song, coming from the end of the small corridor that the stairs lead to, begins to create a giddiness in your belly. The corridor in front of you is illuminated by lamps, all in different colors, littering the polished floor like a small galaxy with its stars. The muffled beat finds its way through your ribs, the piano that is softly playing a cheerful melody in the background and the thought of all the sounds mixing together and then mercilessly crashing with your body once you have passed the bouncer, keeping you away from your final goal-makes you even more ecstatic to get in and enjoy yourself. At the door the bouncer barely looks towards your direction nodding, gesturing with his hand for you to put away your IDs that you had prepared to show, in case it was a different person at the door. With a small greeting from Hyunjin and a smile in return from the other boy, you finally enter the lounge.

The music and the soft colors that are mingling with the dark surround you, at last. Hyunjin quickly hooks his pinky with yours leading the way towards your usual spot, close to the small stage, where on most days, the hired band performed until the early hours of the day. Almost at the end of the crowd that is gathered around the bar and the round tables Hyunjin stops without a warning-causing you to crash into him and accidentally step on the back of his shoe. He turns around and swiftly wraps his hands around your waist, leaning down towards your ear to whisper something you don’t hear at first.

'WHAT' you raise your voice slightly trying to talk over the strong music beat and the voices of all the ghouls. You put my hands around his neck, bringing him even closer to your ear that way showing for him to repeat what he had said.

'I said that I forgot to tell you that there is a new pianist. I heard from Jisung that the guy with the neck tattoo moved to another bar. 'He said loudly into your ear, moving away from you and silently pointing behind him. A slight pout forms on your face, your eyebrows subconsciously scrunching to show your disgust. The tall boy stifles a laugh, masking it with a big smile that shows his pearly white teeth perfectly. With the same sceptic expression on your face, you continue towards the table.

The small round table close to one of the brick-patterned walls, completing the whole “bar” look, always had on Friday nights-a silver plate with the word ‘RESERVED’, placed on top. Both you and Hyunjin were regular visitors of the venue on Fridays-the table close to the stage being a constant pick from the two of you, wanting to jam to the live music as much as possible.

Sitting down, you order a cosmo to Hyunjin, whose turn it was to go to the bar and order the drinks.

A loud whine leaves his mouth followed by a couple of accusatory words about how he was the one who got the drinks for the last two weeks and that it was your turn.

Without saying a word you fixate your eyes on his, the stare that you constantly used on him when you wanted for something to go your way making the boy ‘tsk’ after a couple of seconds, seeing that you won’t budge. Swiftly turning around he pushes through the busy place, leaving you behind with a pleased smile.

Drumming your fingers lightly on the empty table to the beat of the music, you look around the little lounge. On some of the tables scattered around the place, were sitting faces familiar to you and on others there were ghouls that you were seeing for the first time. Customers change regularly, the life of a creature like you, being a constant problem. If you didn’t have a formed group, someone to have your back or you were one of the weaker ghouls, the chance of being hunted down was given at any moment. That’s how it has always been.

Once your eyes have travelled around the whole place, they finally stop on the figure, with its back on display, from where you are sitting. Trying to take a small peak of the new musician’s face you raise from your chair, tilting to the right to attempt and get a look at the strangers’ face. 

‘Hey what are you looking at?’

The voice startles you making you retreat from your position, turning your head in its direction.

‘Jesus, Jinnie you scared me.’ You pant, bringing your hand up to your heart.

The boy, with two drinks in his hands is looking amused by the little scare he gave you, averting his eyes to the stage, where you were looking just now. Bringing his gaze back to you, with an even more amused face-he raises his eyebrows teasingly.

‘Someone caught your eye already, Red?’

‘Shhhhh ’, you try to silence the loud boy, a finger in front of your lips to indicate that he should shut up. 

Instead of taking a seat, Hyunjin puts the drinks down, flashing you a final glance. Before you can even ask him what the hell he is planning, he has already taken four big steps and is up on the little stage, starting a conversation with the new pianist.

‘Oh my god’ you breath out, quickly sitting down at the table, lowering as much as possible in your seat. Putting your hand over your face in embarrassment, shielding yourself from the situation happening in front of you.

Deciding to take a glance after a moment, you peak from under your hand and you are met with two eyes staring at you.

The first thought you get is ‘shit, he is pretty’

His dark curls are falling into his eyes and his expression is neutral-eyes hooded-but holy fuck you don’t think you have ever seen a boy more attractive than this one.

And his smell, almost makes you sigh, the strong fragrance coming from him, almost clouding your mind.

But then another thought appears in your head:

‘He looks familiar’

And suddenly, Hyunjin is back, smiling as brightly as ever, this time taking his place next to you.

‘What did you tell him?’ you ask, your whole attention on the boy next to you.

‘Not that much,’ he shrugs, bringing his straw up to his mouth to take a sip of the mixed beverage. ’I told him that you’ve got a little crush on him’

‘You want to die?’ you tell him with your most threating tone, punching him in the upper arm-the boy almost spilling the substance of the glass, from your sudden action. ’I don’t even know him, now he is going to think I’m all weird.’ You groan, covering your face with both hands.

A laugh erupts from the guilty boy, slightly nudging your side. ’Don’t worry, I think he was kind of amused’

At his words you remove your hands, squinting suspiciously at him.

‘I think I heard him mutter a little ‘cute’ ,while I was telling him how madly in love you were with him.’

‘You are a liar, Hwang Hyunjin’ you voice out, pointing a finger at him.

‘Am not’ he says in return.

‘Are’ you answer back, this kind of bickering being a usual thing in your friendship.

‘Am not’

The first tunes of a jazzy melody start replacing the beats of the music-now turned off, the little thing going on between you and the boy, stopping immediately, both of your attention shifting to the performers standing on the grey stage- a pianist, saxophonist, bassist and a drummer.

The live music, draws a content sigh from your lips, finally feeling relaxed. Quietly chatting with Hyunjin, now and then, wanting to enjoy the music as much as possible. At one point, you are discussing the new pianist, whose name Hyunjin forgot to ask about. His style was definitely different from the man with the neck tattoo that you were used to listening to. This guy’s technique was way cleaner, regulating the sound better and there was the needed emotion put into the playing to make the whole thing almost perfect.

After 30 minutes of non-stop playing, the saxophonist announces that they will have a quick break after one more song. The piece is lively, the energy of the performers-contagious. Hyunjin is dancing around in his seat, you joining him in the process. But at one point something doesn’t feel right, the feeling of someone watching you making you snap your head towards the still playing pianist. His profile is visible and even if he isn’t technically watching you, your gut feeling is going crazy, his presence all of a sudden feeling heavy. And the uneasiness doesn’t stop.

The song ends and you feel even worse, completely losing yourself in your thoughts, now that nothing was distracting you from the bad feeling in your stomach.

Something was just not right. You were sure that you had seen the new pianist somewhere around town. But you passed hundreds of people every day if not even more. You would surely remember a boy with such an intoxicating smell like his if you had passed him down the streets of the big town. And if you didn’t know any better, you would have almost mistaken his smell for that of a human. 

But that can’t be, right? 

Human in the bar which only the creatures of the underworld knew about.

Unless…

Stirring your drink, your gaze shift towards the little stage, feeling someone’s eyes on you once again. The boy you were just thinking about has turned his head away from the keys of the piano, in the direction towards the small table where you and Hyunjin are sitting, a bottle of water in his hands. When he catches you starring back a shameless smirk appears on his face, followed by a quick wink, dimples prominent.

And then it hits you. The dimples.

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 ‘I managed to collect as much information as possible on the new members of the agency that were at the latest conference. Had the chance to snap a couple of pictures outside the building.’ the text on your phone said followed by a list of names and five images of men and women all dressed up in fancy suits.

‘You should have heard the speech that the son of the new chairman presented. I almost spilled coffee all over one lady, trying to hold in my laughter. The speech was full of over political bullshit about the differences between the ghouls and the humans. Talking about good and evil as if he knows what those two concepts mean in the situation we are in. On top of that he got appointed for a leader of a new squad.’

Snorting loudly at the text, you scroll down to the provided images. There is a picture of a young boy, under which, the name ‘Bang Chan’ is written, followed by the title ‘The chairman’s son’.

The first thing that catches your attention are the dimples. He looks naïve, the cheerfulness that oozes from him, a strong contrast to the others around him, making you believe that he wouldn’t be that much of a threat to anyone.

Your phone dings again, the new message catching your attention.

‘I also heard that he is an artificial. Guess daddy doesn’t love his son that much.’

One-eyed ghoul, huh?

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Of course. How dumb can you be? That’s why his fragrance was so alluring.

‘We have to leave’ you say out of nowhere, unintentionally locking eyes with the suspect.

The ‘what’ that comes from Hyunjin’s lips, sounds as if you are in a tunnel, his voice coming from somewhere far away from you. Your mind is swerving with thoughts about the situation you are in.

How had you forgotten about him? You shouldn’t have underestimated the chairman’s son with just one look at a picture. You were so far from the truth. The fact that he had found the underground bar just in a month when high class investigators have been suspicious, trying to grasp on even the smallest evidence that a place like this, where ghouls gathered, existed, made a shiver run down your body.

‘Someone snitched the place out. God, when I find the snitch, I’m going to pull all the vocal chords out of their throat.’

Suddenly the ghoul sitting next to you, stands abruptly, the panic prominent in his body language.

‘Sit down, Hwang’ you command, lightly tugging at the silver chain hanging from his jeans. ’We shouldn’t attract any attention.’

‘I don’t think that would be a problem’ he says pointing slightly towards the stage.

An intense classical melody had started playing, the unusual genre for this place, drawing all the attention towards the pianist, producing the sound with his fingers. The music grows hectic with every note, the switching between the threatening octaves with quick chattering treble figures, reminding you of a constant chase between a predator and a prey.

Predator and a prey. Isn’t that familiar?

‘I think I was right, about him being interested in you’ Hyunjin laughs lightly, without taking his off the pianist.

‘What do you-‘

‘The piece he is playing? It’s Rachmaninoff’s Little Red Riding Hood.’

At this point the music sounds out of control.

And then the screams come.

The first thing that stands out to you the most in all the havoc that is created, once the door is kicked down is the whip-like quinque that comes through the wall.

You recognize the rattling sound that it makes the moment it slices through a girl that was seated opposite the wooden door.

‘Fuck, why is Woojin here?’ Hyunjin says in a panicky voice, squeezing your arm tightly, shaking it a bit.

You were feeling as if you were watching a movie, the scene in front of you unfolding slowly, every sound around you completely dull.

Good question? Why was he here? Why were one of the most dangerous investigators, at the venue that was kept a secret for such a long time?

Bang Chan.

At that moment something inside of you switches.

Finally, turning towards the boy with the strong grip on your arm, you smile.

‘Hey are you-‘ 

Before he can finish his question, you cut him off, placing both of your arms on his shoulders.

‘Take the emergency stairs, you hear me? Call Minho and tell him what’s happening.’

The emergency stairs were something that Minho had come up with for exactly situations like this one. You remember him telling you about it one day, puzzled by the hatch that was in the corner of the girl’s restroom. He had explained that the stairs that were under the hatch lead to some tunnels that he found about, when looking at old plans of the building. The tunnels were connected to a couple of streets down the venue.

‘And you want me to leave you behind?’ he asks in disbelief.

‘I’ll be fine, Jinnie. And when all of this ends I’m going to explain everything.’ you say already pushing him in the direction of the toilet. 

‘Hey, no let me stay here and prote-‘you cut him off for the nth time tonight, stopping your pushing motion, turning him around. Cradling his face with one of your hands, you peck his cheek softly.

‘I can’t risk losing you.’

With those last words you turn around, slowly starting to approach the fight scene.

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‘Oh, Red Riding Hood, long time no see.’ Woojin say the moment he finally catches the glimpse of your red coat, sending his rattling weapon, swinging towards you.

With a jump to the side you avoid the flying blades, gracefully.

Woojin was one of the high-rated investigators, whose face never matched his true scary nature.

If there was someone that you avoided as much as possible from the whole organizations, it was definitely Woojin. 

‘I missed you too, Wojinnie. I’m surprised to see you working under the orders of a newbie.’ you pout in fake sympathy, delighted once you see his expression falter for a moment. But he is back to normal in a second, him closing on you, ready to strike once again.

With another jump in the air you are on the other side of the man, a laugh escaping your throat.

‘Would be delighted to continue this between us, but I have a new target to hunt down.’ You tell the young man while scanning quickly the room for the boy who was sitting at the piano, but he wasn’t there.

Taking in your surroundings on the way to the stairs, slashing with your kagune through some doves, you can’t help but fill the scorching rage inside of you. Dozens of bodies were laying on the ground, some still alive and some ghouls still up trying to fight off the enemy. Taking two steps at a time you are finally out of the basement, feeling the light breeze of the night hitting your face once you are outside.

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You don’t get the chance to even take one step before you are pined to the wall.

And in that moment two red eyes, meet one.

Your arms and legs are painfully getting forced by the kagune of the boy standing in front of you, his hand pressing down on your throat, to keep you in place.

So he isn’t an artificial. He is a real one-eyed ghoul. Born like that.

‘I knew that there was something fishy going on, the moment Lee Felix-one of the ‘assistants’ almost spilled coffee all over one of the women in the conference room. He started acting all uneasy when I shared my plans for ghoul termination. And from there it was quite easy getting the information I needed,’ he says calmly, a lazy smile on his face. ’Maybe next time try to implement someone in the organization, who doesn’t squirm when we talk about gory stuff?’

‘If you did something to Felix, I swear I’m going to make you regret it’ a growl like sound leaves you at his words, trying to reach him, your head almost overpowering his tight grip on your throat, but it’s once again pushed harshly against the wall making you groan.

A loud giggle emits from the boy, seeing you struggle greatly, his suffocating choke-hold, automatically making your hands wrap around his, to try to pry them away

‘You know, everyone talks about you, amongst my squad. All of them are telling me what a pain in the ass you were before you made that cowardly deal with the former chairman. But all I see is a dumb puppy who walks around thinking that she is the Big Bad Wolf.’ He puts a strand of your hair behind your ear with his free hand, gazing in your eyes. ‘But, let me tell you something,’ he says leaning to whisper the next thing in your ear. ‘There is a new Big Bad Wolf in the game and you have nothing against me, love’

He was definitely something else. He had his way with words, goosebumps travelling all around your body while listening to his monologue. But that was all there it was to him, just talk.

‘You are, you are,’ you try to question with great difficulty. ‘-definitely new aren’t you?’ ‘Let me..let me give you an advice for future references. Cut the talk because,’ he sees the tentacles too late feeling the pierce in his abdomen, his kagune loosening around your limbs and his hand around your throat. ’because it takes your focus away from your surroundings.’

With a kick to his chest, Chan is sent back flying, falling to the ground with a loud thud, followed by

groans and incoherent curses.

You place your hands on your knees, coughing loudly, while messaging your throat, marks present on your neck, left by his fingers. Once your breathing is back to normal, you finally look at the lying figure, engulfed by the dark. 

Humming to yourself, a slight sway in your hips, you approach his body, Chan’s arms pressed against the gash on his lower body that had yet to start healing. Kneeling down next to him you softly trace your fingers from his neck up to his chin, taking it between your fingers. Tilting his head up, for him to look in your still red eyes, you smile softly; the words leaving your mouth next, not matching your cute demeanor.

‘You still have a long way to go, before you can call yourself the Big Bad Wolf. For now, you are going to be my Little Red Riding Hood, Channie.’

Standing up from your place you put your hood up, taking your mask out for the second time that night. Before you put on the mask, you blow a kiss to the injured boy saying your last words of the night.

‘And if you don’t behave correctly, I will eat you up and no one will be able to save you’

[catsandstrawberries]

Real Family: Chapter 2

Pairings: BTS x female reader, platonic love

Warnings: Language, domestic abuse (future), neglect 

Summary: It’s not blood that makes a family. It’s love. 

Masterlist 

There was a total of twelve kids living in the orphanage, and as soon as Katie announced that a K-pop group known as BTS would be visiting to adopt one of us all hell broke loose. Everyone was running around, putting their best clothes on or grabbing their favorite toy while Katie frantically cleaned. Sweeping the floors, vacuuming the rugs, and even spraying some lavender perfume that she only used on special occasions. Vans of news reporters started to line up outside, cameras and microphones being set up, and it quickly became clear to me how this was a publicity stunt, and that the group was probably adopting for charity or to get a bigger fan base. I begged Katie to let me go to my room and hide since there was no chance that they would choose me over a little boy or girl. But, apparently, there were these things called ‘laws’ that prohibited a child to be locked away during a viewing. A viewing was basically all of us kids in one room chilling, playing, and future parents could talk to kids and mingle by getting to know them. Sometimes if they really liked you they would ask for a private conference. Which was basically the parents interviewing the child in a room alone. I had seen the process countless times, even gone through it. I shivered at the thought of my previous adopted parents, how they all seemed so nice when I first met them. But, when I went home with them the masks wore off, and all I could see was the abusers, child rapers, and manipulators.

I felt a tug on my sleeve, looking down I found James giving me a gummy smile, "are you excited, (Y/N)? There's a lot of people outside. What if I get to be on TV?!" I smiled at the excited 5-year-old, scooping him up and spinning him around as he yelped and cheered, "maybe. Just don't forget about me when you're famous". Katie then ushered all the kids into the living room, telling us to act casual as screaming and yelling erupted from outside. I took a moment to look around the room of boys and girls, I was the oldest and James was the youngest. The rest fit between the ages of six to thirteen. Knowing that the group was a band and had public eyes on them I assumed they would go for the cute portion, probably a girl. I turned my head to six-year-old Sarah, playing with James, assuming they would choose between the two. "Are you looking for a particular age group?" Katie's voice flooded my ears, a slightly higher tint to it than normal, which always happened when she talked to people who wanted to adopt. I turned towards the voices, spotting the seven bodies entering the room. The boys looked around their twenties, different expressions ranging on there faces, from excited, nervous, and agitated as they stepped into the room. I raised an eyebrow at the strange group, they looked so out of place and confused in the room full of kids. All pretty, young faces that didn't look ready to take on the task of raising a child. One boy with brown hair and a red supreme headband walked over to Sarah, sitting down with her and starting a conversation with the little girl. A few of the other boys followed in his footsteps, finding a child to talk to while two of the older looking boys stayed back to talk to Katie. I turned towards James, frowning when I saw that none of the boys were talking to him, “Hey James,” I scooted next to him pointing towards one of the younger boys who I assumed was in the band, his face was round and chubby, black hair slightly falling into his eyes. “Go ask him his name.” James nodded before skipping over to the man, I smiled at the scene, the boy had so much courage to talk to these strangers with so much excitement.

I jumped suddenly, as someone poked my shoulder, turning around I found a man with an oval face, orangish brown hair and a bright smile on his face. “Hi, I'm Hoseok, what's your name?” His voice had a slight accent to it as if English wasn't his first language, and I then took notice of how all of the seven boys did not look American. I looked left then right, raising an eyebrow then pointing to myself, as if asking if he was really talking to me. His eyes crinkled in a silent laugh as he nodded his head. My eyes widened, and I had never been so starstruck before, why was he talking to me? It felt as if I was choking on the air for a good 30 seconds before I answered, “Um, I'm (Y/N).” He gave me a reassuring smile, clearly sensing my nervousness when talking to him. “How old are you?” Before I could answer his question one of the boys who had been talking to Katie came up behind him. “Hoseok, Namjoon says he wants to talk to us.” He glanced over at me, a look of annoyance crossing his face while Hoseok simply waved goodbye to me. I looked towards the rest of the boys who were all filing towards one boy, clearly the leader of the group. Soon all of them filled out of the room towards the conference room. Katie stayed behind, talking to James, then walking towards me. 

“Are they going to adopt him,” I shifted my head towards James, and she just gave me a nervous smile. “Actually they wanted to have a conference with him...and you.”

“What!” I shouted, getting some weird looks from some other kids, “they barely even talked to me why do they want to conference with me?” She shrugged, turning her head then answering, 

“maybe they see something in you” 

“You're lying.” 

I said quickly, “you don't make eye contact with people when you lie.” She whipped her head towards me, a scoff on her face, “just get ready, after they talk to James they'll want to talk to you.” She stomped away grabbing James hand and leading him towards the conference room.

    After fifteen minutes of James talking to the boys, he had left the room, a bright smile on his face and skip in his step. But, even his happiness couldn't cheer me up. My thoughts ran wild with what could happen if they choose me over James, could I really do that to him? Leave him here when I'm sure they could provide a much better life than the orphanage could. Soon Katie was standing in front of me, impatiently tapping her foot and beckoning me towards the conference room. Wiping my sweaty hands on my leggings I entered the room, shocked to see all seven men so close up. That's when I noticed why there were so many people outside, these guys were seriously attractive.

I took a few steps forward, sitting in the warmly lit room across the table from the group. Katie went to the corner, taking a seat and pulling out a clipboard to take notes on. The room was dead silent for a moment, before one of them spoke up, “hi, I'm Namjoon, this is Jungkook, Taehyung, Jimin, Yoongi, Jin, and I think you've met Hoseok.” Each of them either sent me a wave, smile, or glare. Nice. “I'm (Y/N), but you probably, already know that,” I spoke, trailing off at the end.

“So, what do you like to do?” One of the older looking ones spoke up from the seven, giving me a reassuring smile, Jin I think. “Well before I came to the orphanage I liked to dance, but I had to stop when I got here.” Hoseok instantly smiled, 

“really I love to dance.” Despite the awkward tension Hoseok was able to almost make up for it with his kind energy, almost. Another silence filled the room, I glanced towards Katie, watching as she opened her mouth but I quickly beat her to it. “Okay, so thanks for meeting with me, but why am I still here. There's a bunch of younger, cuter kids that I'm sure the press would love to photograph you with-”

“(Y/N)!” Katie stood up from her seat giving me a stern look, which I ignored.  “Seriously though why are you wasting your time with me. You barely seem interested in this conference, and most of you have looked miserable since you walked into the building. I'm sure your fans don't want to see you with a teen girl anyways. James is a really good kid and he deserves so much better than this hell hole.” I turned towards Katie, sending her a glare before leaving the room.

[1dfangirls35]

Voir Dire (NH):

A fake dating OU about contracts, soulmates, and risking it all for love.

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Kelsey hated being late. And today she was late, later then she had ever been to her shift at Manhattan, the up-scale and overpriced bar in Los Angeles that she had been employed at for nearly three months now.

She knew she would be cutting it close, but you couldn't exactly tell your current boss that you might be late because you are interviewing for a slightly better paying job now could you?

It wasn't the type of job Kelsey had ever imagined applying for, but considering the extremely high cost of living in Los Angeles, and her extremely low wages as a bartender at the Manhattan (even including the very generous tips), she hadn't had much of a choice. These days her own earnings were all that were getting her by, and by getting by she meant living on a diet of mainly ramen noodles and cereal. 

"How was the interview?" Maya, Kelsey's favorite co-worker, asked as Kelsey slid behind the grey granite-topped bar to begin slicing limes. Maya was the only one that knew about the interview and Kelsey wanted to keep it that way, especially with the way her luck was turning out these days.

Kelsey had always considered herself lucky. She had been blessed with supportive parents, fantastic friends, and a will to do whatever she set her mind to. She had it all together...until she didn't.

Like some stroke of bad luck, Kelsey had went from a girl with a picture perfect family to a girl whose family was being ripped apart by an affair. She went from the girl who had the most tight-knit group of friends the world had seen, to a disastrous falling out with her best friend over the boy Kelsey had always pictured herself walking down the aisle to. And to put the icing on the cake, Kelsey had went from the girl with every academic accomplishment in the book, to a girl that wasn't accepted into law school because of her extremely poor LSAT score.

So Kelsey found herself three months post-college graduation, working as a bartender, living alone in the big city of Los Angeles, just trying to find ways to make ends meet so that maybe in a year she would be accepted into her dream law school- Stanford University. The bartending job was only supposed to be temporary, but considering the lack of lucky breaks in Kelsey's recent life, she was beginning to think the gig might be slightly more permanent.

Kelsey shrugged as she turned to Maya. "It went fine, but you know if it doesn't work out it doesn't work out." Kelsey moved on to unloading the dishwasher, the heat of the glass leaving a slight sting on her fingertips.

"You're going to get into law school Kelsey. I know you will," Maya set a hand of encouragement on Kelsey's shoulder, before joining in the joyous task of unloading glasses. "I mean think of all the connections you've made so far, the Manhattan clientele are not your average Joe's."

Maya was in fact right about that. The Manhattan was exclusive in every form of the word. Instead of a bar filled with drunk college students, raging alcoholics or lonely old men, it was filled with CEOs, celebrities and those of the upper class looking for a drink to take the edge off.

And Kelsey had made connections. She'd served a bottle of $300 wine to one of the top estate lawyers in the city, called a cab for the defense attorney of choice for celebrity "mishaps", she'd even run into a few politicians- Stanford law grads themselves.

They'd tipped nicely, they'd asked her what had brought her to the city, they'd even offered their words of wisdom a few times. But were they going to take the girl in the bar pouring their precious drinks seriously? Did they really believe this girl had what it took to get into law school? Absolutely not- they'd go back home, to their wives or their coworkers and they'd laugh about the bartender who thought mixing drinks was going to be her gateway into winning cases.

"I'm just trying to be realistic," Kelsey sighed, reaching to pull her chocolate brown hair into a knot at the nape of her neck. 

"When did realism get anyone anywhere," Maya said with a roll of her brown eyes. Maya was a dreamer. Like many people that came to Los Angeles, Maya had made the journey in hopes of getting her big break in music. She was good; a gifted singer, but in a place like Los Angeles being good wasn't good enough, you had to have connections. Despite the numerous demos Maya had snuck into the hands of Manhattan patrons against the explicit rules of management, she had yet to recieve her big break. 

"Speaking of 'realism'," Maya laughed. "The AMA's are coming up this weekend. Think we will get anyone good at the bar?"

Kelsey laughed. "You wish."

"I'm telling you girl, one day Beyonce herself is going to walk through these doors and get her hands on one of my highly prized demos. Mark my words." Kelsey rolled her eyes at her friend's daydream. Maya wouldn't want to be hanging out with someone as unlucky as Kelsey if she wanted that to happen.

"Opening in five ladies," Tom, the head bouncer announced from his perch in front of the glass double doors. Kelsey and Maya nodded in understanding.

"Maybe Beyonce's waiting outside those doors?" Kelsey joked.

"Now who's the dreamer," Maya laughed and the two began a busy night of mixing drinks. 

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Niall Horan was not an unfriendly guy. In fact, Niall prided himself on being one of the most down-to-earth celebrities- someone that would strike up a conversation with anyone. The last thing he wanted to be seen as was a diva.

But yet as he sat at the table across from a beautiful girl, with blonde-hair curled in perfectly symmetric waves, he couldn't even bring himself to form as much as a smile. He couldn't find the words to form a single polite question. All he could do was stare, and think about how he had even gotten himself into this mess, seated at a table with a girl that he knew absolutely nothing about.

Her name was Krystal Hoffman, and he was supposed to be in love with her. There was nothing obviously wrong with Krystal; she was pretty, polite, and confident. Although Niall had only met her a few minutes ago, he could already tell she wasn't someone that wouldn't be intimidated by the spotlight. He knew that because of the way she had looked him straight in the eyes when they shook hands and the way she had boldly introduced herself to each and every member of the Capitol team. Niall supposed it had something to do with the fact that she was an aspiring actress.

There was nothing wrong with Krystal except for the one thing that was completely wrong-she wasn't the love of Niall's life like she was pretending to be. She was a means to his end, a publicity stunt. Much like he would be the same to her, a way to get noticed.

Krystal cleared her throat, obviously seeking to break the awkward silence that has fallen between the two. "So the AMA's are this weekend right? I'm sure that's a pretty big deal."

Niall nodded politely. "Yup."

"Why do I get the feeling you don't like me very much?" Krystal asked bluntly, her eyes didn't waver as they caught Niall's gaze.

Niall sighed. This is what he didn't want to happen. It was the first day and the girl already thought he hated her. "It's not that I don't like you, to be honest I don't even know you. I just don't like the idea of you, you know a fake girlfriend and all."

"Don't worry, this is strictly business for me as well. I'm just trying to make my big break is all." Krystal offered Niall a polite smile. Niall could tell the poor girl was trying, I mean it couldn't be easy, being thrown in a room with a pop star and told to get to know them. Most people would be afraid to even ask as much as a question. He had to at least give her that, she was trying.

"Well let's start with the facts. Better get brushed up on these sorts of things before the red carpet," Niall sighs, flipping over to the first page in the one inch packet that more so resembled a small novel. He watched Krystal's eyes go wide at the mention of the red carpet. He supposed a word that had come to be the norm for him was likely a dream of hers. After all it had been his once too- heading to awards shows dressed to the nines.

That dream seemed like a distant memory to him now. His reality was far different than he had ever pictured it all those years ago when he had first applied for the X-Factor. If you had told him he'd be studying facts about a fake girlfriend before heading to the red carpet he would have laughed in your face.

"So according to my sheet we met on the set of my unreleased music video," Niall began, his eyes scanning the black font on the page. The papers in his hand hold a lot more information than he would have imagined. Making up a fake relationship required a lot more planning than Niall ever thought.

"The sparks were flying from the moment we started filming," Krystal added. Niall didn't see this on his paper but he nodded at it anyway. They must have picked the right girl for the job if she could make stuff like that off the fly with such ease. He could also now assume that his music video and first single have been pre-picked for him. Yet another thing out of his control.

"Do you have experience with this? This whole being a fake girlfriend thing?" Niall asked suddenly. He had the bad habit of saying whatever came to his mind, sometimes not with the best of timing.

"I've never been someone's fake girlfriend before no," Krystal laughed, twirling a strand of her long blonde hair through her fingers. "But I'm an actress, so it's really just another role for me."

"I'm sure you'll be great," Niall said with a polite smile, and Krystal returned her gaze to the papers in front of her.

"So where am I from?" Krystal asked.

"'cuse me?" Niall asks, not quite understanding why Krystal was asking him where she was from. He didn't know that, he'd only just met the girl.

"You've got to know where your girlfriend's from silly," Krystal giggled. "You have a lot of studying to do."

Niall sighed. "Guess I do." The idea of having to study facts about someone else was enough to make him cringe. Why couldn't they just play the whole unconfirmed relationship card? Why did the whole stunt have to be so detailed?

"Think we better call it for the day, I've got some people I need to meet with," Niall said, standing from the table and pushing in his chair.

Krystal stood as well, pulling down her mini skirt and then fluffing her hair. "Well it was nice to finally meet you, boyfriend."

Niall offered his hand out for a polite handshake. Krystal instead crosses the gap between him and brings them into a hug. "If your gonna play the part, I'm afraid your going to have to show a little more affection than a handshake."

Krystal pulled away. "See you Saturday then."

"See you Saturday," Niall replied with a polite wave. He hoped Saturday would never come.

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Combined chapters 2 & 3 from my Wattpad version, so if you’ve ever looked there don’t be confused!

[starlight-drive-in]

All My Life, for You - Ch. 8:

Fic Description:

Mi-Cha and Saeyoung have been happily married for 5 years and their lives have never been happier. The same could be said for Saeran who is now in a much healthier place than he was a few years ago. The twins are close once again, their lives are healthy and normal for the most part. It would seem the picture perfect happily ever after, if it weren’t for the fact that someone who has been looking for them for a long time is about to make an unwelcome appearance.

Saeyoung has two things in this world he has sworn to protect, and nothing is going to stop him from keeping his promise this time.

Relationships: Saeyoung Choi/MC (named), Saeran Choi/OC

Chapter Description:

The trio arrive home safe and sound and the boys get to work. Some light is shed on exactly who they are dealing with. Unknown manages to help in an unconventional way.

AO3 Link | First Chapter

After Saeyoung has properly cleared the security checks, the trio pass through the expansive garage and into the household/bunker where they’ve lived together for the past several years. This is home for all of them, but the dead silence and darkness leaves a strange unfamiliarity to the place. The air has a slight staleness to it after being devoid of life for a few days. Luckily this is easily remedied with a few voice commands for the lights and central air. Mi-Cha and Saeyoung dump their suitcases unceremoniously in the living room while Saeran opts to head straight down the hallway to his bedroom with his.

Mi-Cha plops herself down on the plush red couch, letting out a long sigh as she stares up at the ceiling and yawns. “Long drives make me so tired,” she says.

Saeyoung chuckles, “You weren't even the one driving, I’m the one that should be tired.”

“You love driving, plus I'm pretty sure you require like ⅓ the amount of sleep as a normal human being.”

“Are you calling me weird?” Saeyoung pretends to be offended.

“No, baby. I’m calling you extraordinary .” She says, standing once again to give her husband a light embrace.

“Ready to get to work?” Saeran asks his brother from the hallway, having returned from his bedroom. “I already started our computers, so whenever you’re ready,” he adds before turning into their now shared, glass-enclosed work area.

Mi-Cha gives Saeyoung another quick squeeze and releases him, patting him on the shoulder as she passes by him and heads into the kitchen. “You go get to work, I’ll bring you guys some lunch.”

The boys settle into their work stations, previously this room had been just Saeyoung’s work area, but after Saeran moved in the older twin rearranged the room and purchased Saeran a new setup since his had been lost in the dissolution of Mint Eye. At the time it had been almost a peace offering, a testament to the fast that Saeyoung wanted his brother in his life and wouldn't stop trying to prove it to him. Saeran didn’t use it at first, not sure how he felt about working back to back with Saeyoung, but eventually, he warmed up to the idea.

After the twins started taking freelance jobs together they both realized the value of another set of eyes. Saeran could spot a missing character in Saeyoung’s code that had been stumping him for weeks and Saeyoung had a lot of suggestions on how Saeran could organize and streamline his workflow. Together they had become even better than they had been apart, finally able to play on each other's strengths and weaknesses instead of battling against each other. It was different for both of them to have someone else to rely on, but nice.

The twins pick up where they left off. Saeran resumes the search for his stalker, made much more convenient by his usual monitor setup as opposed to one laptop screen. He had reviewed the public CCTV footage from that night, but what he really needed was the footage from the club. Hacking the public CCTV had been a breeze but he was having a harder time hacking into the clubs security system, where he knew the best shots of the two people he saw that night would be.

“What kind of club has security this tight?” Saeran wonders allowed in frustration as he hammers away at the impressive firewall the club has.

Saeyoung glances over his shoulder and hops up “Oh! I almost forgot.” he walks over to his brother's workstation. “May I?” he poses.

“Sure?” Saeran says doubtfully, moving out of the way to give Saeyoung access to his keyboard.

He watches as Saeyoung enters a few quick commands and the wall comes down no problem.

“How did you do that?” Saeran asks, slightly exasperated.

“That club’s security was one of my jobs a few years ago, some high-profile heiresses had been known to frequent the place at the time and their daddy’s paid a pretty penny to upgrade the security to keep any creeps away from them. Surprised they’re still using it honestly.”

Saeran chuckles shortly “How is that you still find ways to make my job harder, even now that we work together?”

“Hey!” Saeyoung exclaims, heading back to his desk. “It’s totally not my fault this time.”

Saeran begins to flip through footage from the night before and mumbles “It never was.”

Saeyoung smiles, and after a few minutes, turns his attention back to his task of hacking into the cameras around their childhood home to try to get an idea of what kind of activity could be going on there. Unfortunately, he doesn’t get very far before realizing that’s going to be impossible. “They're all out…”

Saeran swings around in his chair. “What do you mean?” He wheels over next to his brother and looks at the map Saeyoung has open on one of his many screens then types in an access point where he knows a camera should be. Nothing. He checks the data log. “Disabled two weeks ago?” He types in another, same thing. Saeyoung watches as his brother checks a few more, before finding one that's still running, about 3 blocks away from the house. “Anything within a few blocks has been shut down,” Saeran says, confirming what his brother already knew but that Saeran had to check for himself.

Saeyoung nods. “Any camera even remotely near the house is down. That doesn’t make any sense, the only people with access to the CCTV systems would be people like us or-” and his eyes go wide.

“The government,” Saeran says, finishing the thought.

“This isn’t a coincidence” Saeyoung states.

They both know what it means. Saeyoung stands and begins a slow pace around the room “I don’t understand, why us? Why now?”

“You know why us…” Saeran deadpans, turning around in his chair and watching his brother.

“Yea... I know but, why does he still think we’re a threat? It's been 26 years, we haven't caused him any trouble. We-"

Saeran stops him "He doesn't care, the threat we pose to him is in our very existence. He's never going to stop. Maybe it just took him this long to find us. Maybe someone from the agency sold you out, whatever the reason, I think it's safe to say we know who's behind this now and we need to be extremely careful."

"Yea… any luck with the club's footage?" Saeyoung asks.

Saeran wheels back over to his side of the room. "Footage from last night is still downloading. I'm hoping I can get some clues into what I - er, what Unknown saw during the switch. What he was warning me about"

Saeyoung goes back to his computer, he’ll admit he hasn’t been keeping as many tabs on their father as he probably should have been. The intrusive thoughts start again. I’ve become careless, this is all my fault.

Mi-Cha enters the room with two plates of sandwiches finding both boys with their faces only centimeters from their monitors. Saeyoung is typing away vigorously, his brow is furrowed. Saeran is closely watching surveillance video of a street corner. “You two sit with your noses in your screens and wonder why your eyesight sucks” she teases.

Neither twin acknowledges her poke at fun as they thank her for her offering and return to their posts.

“That bad huh?” She tries.

”We’re pretty sure this has something to do with our father.” Saeyoung fills her in.

A chill runs down Mi-Cha’s spine, although not that any of their potential enemies were unthreatening, but the Prime Minister bears a certain foreboding aura about him that not even RIka or the agency could compete with. He was above the law. Hell, he practically was the law.

“Do you think this has something to do with him running for president again?” Mi-Cha asks

“He’s running again?” Saeran asks, obviously surprised.

“He announced it this morning, I just saw it on the news.”

Saeyoung pulls up articles confirming what his wife saw.

“He fell out of the race quickly last time but he’s even more popular than he used to be. Especially after he pulled that publicity stunt with helping find homes for all those orphans last month.”

Saeran scoffs. “Well, isn't that ironic?” he says venomously.

“He just loves children doesn't he?” Saeyoung adds, matching his brother’s tone.

“I’ll say,” Mi-Cha responds sympathetically. “Anyway, since a big chunk of his supporters come from all his campaigning with “Save the Kids” it makes sense he’d come after you guys now. If people found out about what kind of father he truly is…”

“It would destroy him and oh, what a shame that would be,” Saeran says in a distantly familiar taunting voice, that neither Saeyoung or Mi-Cha have heard in quite a while.

“What are you thinking?” Saeyoung turns to him just in time to see his brother place his hand on his forehead and hiss.

“You ok?” Mi-Cha inquires?

“Y-Yea, I just… have a headache. I’m gonna go take something for it. I’ll be right back.” Saeran excuses himself.

When Mi-Cha is sure Saeran is out of earshot, she turns to her husband. “He’s worrying me, it’s been a long time since he switched like this, I think it happened this morning also.”

Saeyoung nods. “I’m worried too. It makes sense though, tensions are high right now. Just be ready in case he switches fully.”

"I should be the one telling you that," Mi-Cha tells him, "Unknown likes me, remember?"

“How could I forget?” Saeyoung answers before sighing at his wife’s point "Do you think he’ll ever forgive me?”

Mi-Cha purses her lips and hugs Saeyoung’s head to her side as he is still seated and runs her fingers through his curls. “It’s hard to say, he obviously hasn’t been one for talking anytime he’s showed up. But with everything he went through, it's no wonder.” She sighs, “But Saeran’s not stupid and he knows him the best that anyone can, so if he says Unknown might be changing, then I’d like to believe him.”

“Yea, me too. I know he wouldn’t say something like that unless he thought it was true, with Unknown slipping through more often, I’m guessing we'll find out soon enough.”

“Just be ready,” She tells him.

“Hey! That’s my line!” Saeyoung whines.

Mi-Cha giggles, “Not anymore! Now eat your lunch.”

“Yes, Ma’am!” Saeyoung teases turning his attention back to his computer.

Mi-Cha leaves the workroom, finding Saeran in the hallway on the phone, evidently finishing up a phone call.

“Thanks, Dr. Lee.” He says into the receiver

“Yea, Thursday is still good, and I’ll try the journaling thing for sure. See you then.” He finishes up and returns his phone to his pocket.

Mi-Cha smiles at him politely. “Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt.”

“No problem, I just wanted to get Dr. Lee’s opinion on the…”

“Switching?” She finishes for him.

“Yea.”

“What did she say?” Mi-Cha pries gently.

“That I ``should attempt to seize the opportunity to create a better harmony amongst my system.`` and that my alter reaching out to me first is something that I should take as a good sign towards achieving that.”

“That's great!” Mi-Cha says brightly, “I’m assuming you didn't go into all the details?”

He scoffs “Of course not.”

“Still, I’m glad you talked to her.” She smiles at him, “I’m really proud of you, you know that right?”

His eyes widen as he coughs out an awkward half-chuckle, “It’s nothing to be proud of, really.”

“But it is.” She argues, “Look, I know you’re basically programmed not to accept compliments but we’re both really proud of you, and the RFA too.”

He looks down, avoiding her eyes and feeling a bit embarrassed both from the call out and the compliment. “Thanks, Mi-Cha.”

“Anytime.”

“I’m gonna get back to work now.” He says, moving back to the workroom

“Don’t forget to eat!” She chides.

“Yes, Ma’am!” He obeys.

“You two are more alike than you even know,” Mi-Cha says under her breath as she retreats to her and Saeyoung’s bedroom to unpack.

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Saeran settles back down at his workstation, finding the footage from the club fully downloaded. He presses play and moves the scrubber to around the time he knows he was there. Finding the part of the recording where he walks in, he sits back and watches. At first, it’s the part he remembers, walking in, trying to blend in and dancing . He feels his cheeks begin to heat up as the embarrassment from watching himself dance sets in.

Then comes the switch. It’s almost uncanny how obvious it is. He watches his form shift from an awkward shuffle to something much, much different. Something almost... sensual? His cheeks heat up some more and he really hopes Saeyoung isn’t watching over his shoulder, but he's too afraid to look.  

He watches as his - or rather Unknown’s attention is drawn to someone entering. “That’s him!” He hisses out, Quickly whipping his head around to see if his brother heard him, no longer possessing the same fear from a moment ago. Luckily he finds Saeyoung with his headphones on, intently working on something. He breathes a sigh of relief.  

“But then who was that other guy?” he continues to think out loud as he watches his alter on camera follow the hooded man from a distance, assessing the situation. While still dancing like that. He cringes again. The hooded man takes a seat at the bar, takes out his phone and proceeds to take what appears to be not so stealthy video recording of him. He’s sloppy, and he has no idea who he’s dealing with.

Unknown does not make it obvious he’s realized what's going on, of course. He bides his time, watching the man and takes a moment to 'send' that text to Saeran, warning him. Then he does something Saeran doesn't expect but isn't exactly surprised by. He watches as Unknown approaches a woman, innocent-looking enough but he knows how good he is with words. He whispers in her ear, she whispers back, they chat a little bit. He seems to ask her something, she pushes his chest playfully and shakes her head “no” but then he hands her a 50,000 Won note. Saeran gasps and thinks absently about the ins and outs of money management when someone else lives in your body. Back on screen, the girl stares at him for a second then shrugs, pocketing the money and approaching the now distracted man at the bar.

The woman does a marvelous job of distracting the man. “Picking girls to do your dirty work again I see,” Saeran mutters. He doesn’t know where his father managed to find this guy but he needs to fire him or hire more just like him rather. This would be a lot easier if all his lackeys were this oblivious. Unknown walks behind the man and swipes his phone off the bar, and head to where Saeran is pretty sure the bathroom is.  

He returns a few minutes later and places the phone back in its spot he then looks directly into the camera and motions to his back pocket, and… winks ?

The girl stays a few minutes longer before excusing herself and going back to her group of friends. The man grabs his phone and looks around the club, assumingly for his target. But Unknown has managed to hide behind a speaker tower. The man gives up easily, leaving the club. Unknown approaches the girl again, whispers in her ear assumingly thanking her and pecks her cheek lightly. She bashfully covers her smile and nods. Saeran touches his lips as heat spreads over his face again.

And then he switches back, once again the awkward dancing boy in a crowd of strangers. The man he had confused with his stalker walks in and goes to sit with his date. He feels like a fool all over again. He watches himself leave and feels a little bad as the girl who helped out his alter looks around in confusion for him.

“You’re never gonna get a girlfriend like that bro.” Saeyoung’s voice comes from behind him.

“Ack! When did you get there? How long have you been watching?’ Saeran says, caught off guard.

“Long enough to watch you kiss a girl and then run away,” Saeyoung says incredulously.

“I didn’t kiss her!” Saeran defends

“But you ran.”

“I don’t even know her! I don't have time for this! I, I have to go check my pockets from yesterday.” Saeran gets up.

“Umm? Ok?” Saeyoung says confusedly as Saeran heads out of the room again.

Saeran returns a minute later with a small note written on a brown paper towel.

“What’s that?” Saeyoung asks.

“A note, from my other half.”

Saeyoung taps his chin thoughtfully “But I didn’t write you a note.”

Saeran rolls his eyes. “Not you. I’m talking about the other guy in my head.”

“I’m wounded, I thought I was your other half.” He whines, attempting to wrap his arms around Saeran, which he dodges effectively.

“Save it for your wife, would you?”

“Boo, fine.” Saeyoung gives in. “So what’s it say?”

“It says ``Shut up Saeyoung.``''

Saeyoung shrugs “Sounds about right.”

Saeran takes a deep breath “It actually says that the guy that had been following me had a physical description of me as well as a bunch of photos me from that night. He deleted them. He didn’t have enough time to properly go through everything on his phone but says it looks like they weren’t uploaded anywhere else and that there hadn’t been any communication with anyone for a few hours, so it should buy us some time and… shit.”

“What?” Saeyoung asks urgently.

Saeran hesitates “There was also a description of Mi-Cha, which he altered some details of, hoping to throw them off a bit, but not make it too obvious.”

Saeyoung peaks over his brother’s shoulder, now stone-faced. “Shit,” he says, voice thick with worry again, it was enough to know they were onto Saeran but Mi-Cha too? “That’s… bad.” he mutters “But kinda good? In a way, I guess. I don't like that they’re on our trail but… I guess I'm almost glad he was there? At least we have a better idea of what we’re dealing with thanks to him.”

“Me too, I don't think I could have been able to do what he did, My plan was just to run.” Saeran skims over the note again. “Oh, it looks like he also put a tracker on his phone.”

“Nice, we can start looking into that." Saeyoung pauses. "Um, is there anything about me?” he asks wearily.

“Nothing,” Saeran responds empathetically.

Saeyoung purses his lips and nods. “At least we know what they have on you guys, that’s more important anyway.”

They both fall silent and Saeyoung turns back to his screen. After a few moments Saeran speaks up again “Hey, Idiot” he calls, and Saeyoung turns to him, “You’re important too.”

[iwannafuckyexiu]

A TEASE A DAY BRINGS YOU CLOSER TO YOUR DEATH  007

SPECIAL CHAPTER  001

BEACH FUN WEEKEND 001/? despite being called beach fun weekend, unfortunately, there is no beach involved in this chapter.

"Heyyy, you guys wanna like go to the beach on the weekends?" Denki mentions out of nowhere during the morning tutor time (in which is just free time because Aizawa has nothing to announce), he leans forward onto the desk they were mostly around.

Several classmates perk up at the idea, and seeing that some are interested, Denki continues with a little more enthusiasm, eyes twinkling in the artificial light as he does, "Like we go there on Friday and stay three days and two nights."

"But don't we have school on Friday?" the cool girl with a head jack asks, one brow cocked at Denki's suggestion as she bops to her Spotify playlist and reclines against a desk close by.

"It's our national day on Friday so it's a public holiday! And what are you supposed to do on a public holiday?"

"Go out and have fun! "

"Stay home and rot! "

Uraraka's upbeat and eager voice clashes with Denki's lower one as both of them answer the latter's previous question. The two spin their heads to each other's direction.

"........."

"........o.o"

Uraraka breaks the ice first and dismisses it off with an embarrassed giggle as she rubs the back of her ear awkwardly while the rest of the class burst out into hoots of laughter at her choice of words.

"Ahahaahah sorry, sorry," Uraraka briefly apologises to Denki (who's pretty much turned his attention back to the beach trip again) as she tucks her head down slightly in bashfulness.

As Denki's very good bro, Kirishima instantly livens up to support his friend's plans, he lifts an avid arm up, "I wanna go to the trip!"

The rest of the class get fueled up by his attitude and joined the beach fun squad one after another. However, this boost is fractured when a dampened remark is tossed in the middle of the conversation, and the excitement between the students subsides with the sound.

"Why go there? The beach is so boring."

This comes from no other than Y/N, who's sat on a random chair with his slender legs extended out broadly, lips wide apart from yawning. He tips his neck back in boredom as he looks at them through his hooded eyes.

"We get to see the girls in bikinis if they go," Denki attempts to convince Y/N, speaking into his ear in a low whisper (which is loud enough pretty much everyone to hear) — the heated steam that prods against his ear stunts him for a second, inducing a red ear, but Y/N composes himself to a better position hastily.

The girls' faces mangle at the outright persuasion from Denki, some flaring into a shy coral flush, some into twisted features of disdain, and others just casual.

"... this is a bit hard to decide," Y/N says, feigning hesitation as he rubs the tip of his chin with two fingers (as if his eyes didn't light up when Denki said bikinis) before a sly, rascally grin takes over his eyes, "...... but I think I'm in!"

After that, gradually one by one, the students begin yelling out their decisions, which cause the classroom to be instantly filled with din. But on the other hand with Y/N, he sidles towards the back where the half and half boy is during the clamour and fluidly makes himself comfortable on Shouto's desk.

"Aye Shouto, you gonna come?" Y/N says in a higher voice into Shouto's ear. Not a flinch nor recoil is countered by the latter, he only rotates his head towards Y/N's direction without any passion in his mismatch irises.

"No."

"Awh why?"

"Don't want to."

"... I heard the girls might go in bikinis, so are you sure you don't want to?" casting out a suggestive offer to Shouto, Y/N writhes his brows in a provocative way, a roguish grin by his florid lips.

"No."

"I'll ... get you some snacks and candies?"

Shouto: "......" Damnit.

"... Fine."

——speaking of snacks, candies and Shouto, it's just something that Y/N found out by accident or maybe not really.

One day after school, Y/N was just strolling down the streets with Shouto (aka just walking beside Shouto until he has to go to his part-time). He rambled about random things that occurred recently and peculiar happenings he saw on the internet when he realised Shouto's sight shifted from the front to the shop they just passed by — which was Sweetu Sweetu, a branch of the popular chain store that sells one of the best desserts and snacks in Musutafu.

To Y/N it seems that for once, Shouto's features weren't distant as always, his eyes were blinking with a moment of daze; as if a child's. It seems that the ice that had been screening off his expressions from the outside world had melted, but didn't take long before his gaze returned to his regular frigid filter.

A mini smile formed on Y/N face as he observed Shouto.

"Aye Shouto."

Albeit no vocal response was given, Shouto twisted his head over to Y/N's direction.

"Can you go inside the candy shop with me? I want to buy some snacks for my little sister," Y/N questioned him, one hand tugging at Shouto's uniform sleeve and the other forefinger gesturing at the store.

"Oh."

Shouto allowed Y/N to lug him into the store as he kept silent. Though when they entered the shop, his attention wasn't on the wonders within but on the lean, firm fingers that encircled his wrist.

It felt as if the pleasant sun rays strewing across his bare skin during winter. Shouto wouldn't deny that he was to the least disappointed when Y/N released his grip on his wrist but for the first time, the grin on Y/N's features that he always found irritating seemed ... a little warm.

"Never thought you would follow me into these shops haha!"

Shouto: "......." He took back the scary thought he had just a bit ago.

But an invisible string tugged at the corner of Shouto's lips, but Y/N's back was to him or not the boy would have definitely poked fun at him.

Though, Y/N did hear a hum from Shouto, seeming to be in a higher pitch than usual. He let out a subdued chuckle before continuing to pick out some sweets for S/N.

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[ YAYAYAY WE'RE GOING TO THE BEACH!!! ]

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kaminari denki added uraraka ochako, l/n y/n, bakugou katsuki, yaoyorozu momo, jirou kyouka, midoriya izuku, kirishima eijirou, hagakure tooru, mina ashido, iida tenya, asui tsuyu, mineta minoru, sero hanta

BAKUGOU KATSUKI: what the fuck is this

BAKUGOU KATSUKI: im leaving

bakugou katsuki left kaminari denki added bakugou katsuki

KAMINARI DENKI: aiiii dont leave me so quickly man

L/N Y/N: hok on i just wok from my nsp

L/N Y/N: wahys gojng on

HAGAKURE TOORU: yeah whats this

HAGAKURE TOORU: is it a gc for our plans on the weekends or smth

KAMINARI DENKI: bingo

KAMINARI DENKI: so basically we re gonna meet at bakugous house on friday at like 7

KAMINARI DENKI: then the bus will pick us up there and we ll be goin to the beach!

URARAKA OCHAKO: great!

URARAKA OCHAKO: luckily theres a public holiday on friday so we can play longer ahhahahaha

BAKUGOU KATSUKI: hold on thats not great

BAKUGOU KATSUKI: why r we meeting by my house and how do u know where my hosue is

KAMNARI DENKI: bcs your house is closest to the skl of course and

KAMINARI DENKI: i know everyones house :)))

L/N Y/N: spooky

BAKUGOU KATSUKI: i refuse to let u all near my house

BAKUGOU KATSUKI: go to kaminaris house or just meet at skl

L/N Y/N: nah

ASUI TSUYU: why are we meeting so early

KAMINARI DENKI: of course so we can have more time to have fun when we get to the beach!

ASUI TSUYU: oh good point

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On the actual day of the trip, a group of teens in all kinds of attire gather just below where Katsuki's apartment is, going on rambles between themselves by the time they planned to meet at.

Peeking around and counting up the number of people, Y/N cambers his head at the absence of a certain mustard boy. He hoists his fingers up to knead at his jaw and questions Kirishima beside him, "Hold up, where's Denki?"

"Yeah, wasn't he the one who organised this so shouldn't he be here?"

"Oh, he told me to tell you guys he's grounded," Kirishima announces to the rest of the class (in which most of them have questions marks hovering over them) as he scratches his nape apologetically.

"And that bastard just expects us to go have fun without him?"

"Yes."

Despite Denki's truancy, the class still board the bus already loitering by the side of the road near them. The bus is one that has two columns of seats on one side and another column on the other side of the walkway, befitting for the small class.

"Tell the bus driver to stop at XXX XXX XXX later," Y/N says to Kirishima before stepping onto the stairs to the bus.

"Oh oh oh! Are we going to get Kaminari?" Tooru, who Y/N chooses to sit beside blurts out while he perches on the seat just beside her at the third row, bobbing up and down in an excited manner.

"Yep."

And the bus drives off onto the road, towards where Denki's house is.

The bus arrives around Denki's house twenty minutes later, in a neighbourhood of modern houses.

"Okay, how are we going to do this?" Y/N questions the bus as he stands up from his seat near the front, resting an arm on the back of a chair.

"Why not ... L/N you go up to his bedroom window and bring him down?" Kirishima suggests while he hoists an arm up.

"Huh? Why me?"

"Your quirk, duh," Katsuki's vexed voice inserts himself in (Y/N can almost imagine the eye roll he's doing at the same time).

"Oh okay then."

The bus parked just some distance from Denki's house, Y/N goes down and slithers towards the side of his house where Kirishima estimated Denki's room should be.

With the support of his quirk, Y/N effortlessly vaults up the wall surrounding Denki's house and lunges onto the window ledge (that is wide enough for Y/N to sit on to his luck). The window is sealed shut, though the curtains are tied to the sides and open.

From that view, Y/N can just see Denki laying on his side on top of his bed, his head bouncing to some music as he scrolls through his phone, back to the window. Knocking on the glass, Y/N attempts to get the mustard boy's attention, which he obviously doesn't get.

"Fuck, he has airpods in," grousing under his breath, Y/N fumbles around his pockets for his phone. He taps open Denki's contacts as he rings him up, Denki inside the room also receiving the call at the same time.

"Oh hey, Y/N. Sorry about not being able to come but—"

Y/N cuts him off while he stares at Denki's figure in the room, "Just shut up and open the window."

The mustard boy instantly twists his head to the window where Y/N is, eyes wide and taken aback that Y/N is just sitting there. Hurrying over to the window, Denki gropes around for the lever of the window, his fingers scrambling around hastily.

As soon as the window cracks open, Y/N hops into Denki's room and sprawls out on his bed (Y/N should mention that it is very fluffy). "Finally," he exhales.

"What are you doing here?" Denki asks, seating himself beside Y/N on the bed, he lays a hand on Y/N's knee and drums his fingers gently on the bone.

"To get you of course," Y/N blurts out with a flirt as he rises upright and clasps a digit under Denki's chin to tip it up towards him, lighting up with a smile brimmed with teasing malice.

"And doesn't it feel like those plots where the guy sneaks the girl out of her house in those American shows?"

"Hahhaahah who's the guy and who's the girl here then?"

"I'm the guy, of course, look at the position we're in." Y/N arcs his brow with a challenging grin to Denki, chin toppling upwards.

Chuckling lightly before poking out a tongue to lick his lips, Denki turns over his gaze from Y/N's exposed neck and jutting collarbones. "Sure," he remarks as he keeps his irises away from Y/N's neck.

Y/N gives a brief laugh at the tone in that 'Sure' before recoiling up from the bed, looking down at Denki while he says and holds a hand out, "Anyways, let's go."

"I can't." Denki's head sags down, he purses his lips into a pout and drops his hand from the boy's knee.

"Why not?"

"My parents."

"Hmm ..." Y/N rubs a finger over his mouth, pondering before coming up with an idea, "Then ... I'll sneak you out first then ask Iida to talk to your parents and convince them?"

"And even if they don't get persuaded you're already on the bus anyways," in a low volume, Y/N adds as he veils the top of his lip with a hand.

"But like—"

Denki is interrupted by the grating of his bedroom door, a woman peeks inside to call him when she realises the surprise visitor in his room, "Ki-chan, come ea—who are you?"

"Pffft Ki-chan ..." Y/N puffs out into a short snigger at the pet name, obviously forgetting the new person in the room (his future mother in law), but he eventually looks up and halts his silliness as he realises his inappropriate behaviour.

Standing up to his feet and shuffling bashfully towards Denki's mother, he greets his future mother in law with a brittle ninety-degree bow. "A-Ah, hi ma'am. I'm your son's best friend and I'm just well ... uh ..." he delays slightly while his brain goes shortcut at thinking of a valid excuse.

Y/N sucks in a ball of air before pressing his lips together in a restless manner, he confesses to his future mother in law truthfully, "I'm trying to sneak him out." Observing the woman's features, he waits for her reply with a tauten jowl.

"In no way will I—"

"I swear we'll bring him back in pieces—I mean in whole! "

Y/N builds on again before his future mother in law can even respond to his swear, he sticks up three fingers, "And I'll stick with him throughout the whole thing to make sure he's safe!"

"......"

"... please? "

"Do you really want to go, Ki-chan?" Denki's mother twists to her son to question, who nods his head vigorously in turn. She heaves a heavy sigh and finally loosens up her proctective urges, "... alright then go, quickly before your father realises you're gone and I'll deal with him."

Before the woman realises, a blur of mustard frizz pounces onto her into a tight bear hug. It takes a while for her to snap out of her stunted state, she shakes her head and simpers at her son's child-like antics.

"Thanks, okaa-san!" Denki's smothered voice can barely be heard by Y/N as the boy buries his face on his mother's thin shoulder.

"Thank you, ma'am!" Y/N bows formally towards the elder woman with a polite, genuine smile hanging off his lips while Denki withdrew from his mother's embrace.

"We'll have fun!" Y/N says and waves an arm to the woman as he tucks an arm around Denki's waist, leaning himself by the side of the window.

Albeit Y/N had to talk Denki's mother into letting him take Denki out by the window, explaining that his quirk can definitely keep them safe (in which took a long time), the two meet the rest of the group on the bus parked nearby.

"Never thought I'd meet your mother so soon, Ki-chan," Y/N lays an arm around Denki in close fashion as he emphasises on the nickname at the end of his sentence with a hint of fun. Denki, in turn, mumbles a 'shut up' before rotating his head to the side, shifting his gaze.

"Let's go now, it's already eight!" Denki ushers the driver before sitting himself down on a seat just beside Kirishima by the front, a big grin lit up on his features by now.

I HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY:

thanks for reading this chapter! i apologise for the really slow updates but it will continue for quite some time so i'm sorry if it's too slow.

but uh to add some fun i just want to write a special arc, the beach fun weekend to loosen up things for me before i continue with the main storyline and follow my outline

I'LL CORRECT SHIT WHEN I'M FINISHED