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thefallennightmare · 1 year ago

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Just Pretend-twelve

*gif created by me. feel free to use, simply give credit*

Parings: Noah Sebastian x Musician! Reader

Warnings/Tropes: language, angst, fluff, smut, star-crossed lovers, right person/wrong time, cheating, talks of mental abuse.

Summary: “I can wait for years, heaven knows I’m not getting over you.” A story about two star-crossed lovers, that always find their way back because their souls are entwined. The universe desperately attempts to bring them together, no matter what the cost.

Authors Note: All I will say is enjoy my loves.

Collaborating With: @thescarlettvvitch(better give her all the love as well)

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NOAH

“You wanna take, take, take. You wanna break, break, break my heart,” I rambled while pacing my room.

Fuck, do I need to add break that many times?

I rambled the sentence a few more times to see how it tasted on my tongue.

Fuck it, I shrugged. It’s good.

My fingers drummed a beat against thigh as I continued to pace the room, anything to keep my mind off of my fucking phone. “But now I know my place.”

Hi.

Who the hell says hi?

It’s been 4 minutes and 35 seconds. No-wait-4 minutes and 53 since I texted Y/N. She’ll probably leave me on read. Especially after how I was acting the last few weeks. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that one of the guys told her how I’d been drinking. Why would she want another Trey? There’s no way she’d respond. Maybe this friendship is over, even despite our feelings. Despite everything maybe it was a lost cause.

“Fuck, I need to get the verse down,” I tossed my phone onto my bed and sang the verse once again.

“You couldn’t wait, wait, wait. For the day, day, day I lost. It’s such a shame, shame, shame you couldn’t change, look what it cost.”

Why the hell did I add day that many times? You know what? I think it works but I’ll ask Jolly what he thinks. As I stood from bed, I scratched at my stomach, my shirt riding up just the slightest and I couldn’t help but think of the reason Y/N gave me my nickname.

“Because you’re the sweetest and your stomach is soft.”

“Idiot,” I grumbled while clipping my hair back away from my face.

I could use a trim.

With a sigh, I took two steps, ready to leave my phone behind on my bed, until his rang loudly and I whipped my head back so fast. My hands shook at my sides, not reaching for it yet, afraid that I might have misheard the notification. But when my phone went off another time, I nearly jumped onto my bed to grab it.

Your Amazon package is out for delivery!

Just as I was about to chuck my phone across the wall, something told me to check the message thread with Y/N one more time.

My message was the last one sent but my heart fell slightly when I saw three bubbles appear.

“Oh shit,” I muttered almost dropping my phone but kept the grip on it firm.

The bubbles disappeared only to appear a few seconds later just to disappear for a few moments too long.

The entire time, I sat on the edge of my bed as my knee bounced in a rapid pace, just as my heart did while I waited to see if she would respond.

Angel 🪽: Hi mochi.

I jumped to my feet, a loud thud echoing from how hard the force was, and I bounced on my heels trying to think of what to say.

Hey, how are you?

Nice, something short and simple. Don’t want to push her too far.

I wasn’t sure what to say, not really. I just knew I wanted her back in my life regardless of how things went. It killed me not to have even the slightest of contact. The first step is this.

Angel 🪽: can we FaceTime? only if you’re comfortable with that. There are some things I need to say and it would be better to face to face than texting.

“Fuck,” I began pacing the length of my bedroom once again, panic setting in low in my stomach. Texting her was one thing but to see her face again made my skin itch and skin tingle in the best way.

But she hurt you.

I sighed at the voice in my mind, knowing it was true, but right now it didn’t matter. We were ready to move past what happened.

Sure.

Seconds later, my phone rang, the trill of it a constant buzzing and I hesitated to answer. But I knew I had too. I was the one that set out the end of the olive branch and she was reaching for it, begging me to pull her back.

Giving myself a quick once over in the mirror of my closets, I smoothed down my hair and wiped at the imaginary dirt on my face before I clicked the green button and soon her face appeared on my screen.

Fuck, she looked ragged. The sunken eyes, the bruised smile but shit, she still looked so beautiful. With the true state I’d been in, I knew I probably didn’t look better.

“Hi,” her voice was rough but angelic.

I noticed my door was open so once that was shut, I sat down at my computer chair, leaning back slightly.

“Hey.”

“How have you been?”

My chair rocked back and forth. “Good, how about you?”

There was a long beat of silence, and I used that time to look at her surroundings. There was a large window behind her with the setting sun casting an orange glow around her.

A true fucking angel.

“Good,” she said after a long breath. “You know what, lets cut the bullshit.”

I blinked, perplexed where this conversation was headed now.

“Angel-,” I began.

But her stern eyes stared back at me when she shook her head. “No, mochi, I need to say this. Please let me say this.”

I took a deep breath, ignoring the way my heart skipped a beat when she said my nickname, and urged her on with a nod.

Her mouth moved like a fish out of water, trying to gather her words. “I hurt you. I hurt you and I’m so fucking sorry, Noah.”

I stared at her and to be honest; I wasn’t expecting that. I wasn't sure who would apologize first then I remembered I didn’t need to apologize. I wasn’t the one who left.

“It’s-.”

“No,” she cut me off. “Let me finish. I’m truly sorry. I had no right to just up and leave with no explanation.”

She abruptly stood and walked across her room before sitting on her bed now, a furry animal curled up on the pillow next to her.

Salem.

“There are so many things haunting me, Noah. As I’m sure there are things haunting you and I’m just-I’m sorry.”

I wanted to say something, anything, but I sat frozen holding the phone in front of my face while I perched my other arm behind my head. There were so many thoughts weighing heavy on my mind until finally I started small.

“I-I appreciate your apology.”

I wanted to deep deeper into this; I wanted to continue to dig and dig and dig under her skin and brain because I wanted to know more but she was holding back.

She brought Salem into her lap then set up her phone that I could see her entire body and the cat on her lap. Y/N looked beautiful in a simple hoodie and sweatpants, her hair in a disarrayed bun, strands falling into her face but didn’t care enough to brush away.

Noise outside my door took my attention away from my phone for a few seconds as I sat up straighter in my chair, eyes narrowing towards the door.

“I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”

My eyes snapped back to my phone at that word; friendship.

We already established there's nothing more than being friends. It doesn’t make much sense with what we’d been through but right now, I’d take what I can get.

“I don’t want to, either,” I admitted with a sigh. “These last few weeks have been pretty rough for me and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss you, angel.”

The corner of her mouth lifted. “I missed you too, mochi. So we can both agree, fresh start?”

“I’d like that,” I smiled. “Salem?”

She beamed while holding up the cat so he could extended his body straight like a stick. “Yep. He’s settled into the move right away. You should see Malcolm with him. At first, Malcolm wouldn’t even be in the same room together but now, I catch him stealing Salem from my room so he could cuddle him.”

I chuckled at the vision of large Malcolm snuggling with a small cat on the couch.

“What about you? How are you enjoying living in Los Angeles?”

“I haven’t got out much because of the pandemic but now that the ban is lifted, I want to find an art studio or a gym. Something to get my ass out of the house.”

“You should come with me to my gym,” the words rushed out before I could stop myself. “I’ve been trying to get one of the guys to come with but they won’t.”

She raised a hesitant brow. “Are you sure? I don’t want to interject myself in something thats yours.”

“Angel, I promise you its fine.” I assured her.

“Alright, fuck it. I’m in,” she smiled. “I want to learn some taekwondo.”

I hummed. “Lucky for you, the place I go offers some great classes on Tuesdays and Fridays, we can go this week?”

It was already Wednesday so it would be a few days before we rushed into this.

“I’d like that, Noah. Thank you.”

“Y/N, the pharmacy called me because you didn’t answer. Your meds are ready for pickup.”

Chase appeared behind Y/N in the screen and when he saw me, he cursed. “Fuck, I didn’t know you were on the phone. Sup, Noah.”

I nodded. “Hey man.”

Y/N waved Chase off. “It’s fine. We can pick them up after dinner.”

“Meds? Everything alright?” I asked with slight worry.

I fully expected her to brush me off or change the subject.

“Remember when I told you that night that I deal with something every month and it’s a lot?”

I tried not to remember the aftermath of us having sex.

“Yeah,” I said.

“Well, I have to take different meds to help with it. It’s a lot to go into right now but I promise, one day.”

“Whenever you’re ready, angel,” I said with a smile, not wanting to feel like she needed to be forced to tell me what was wrong with her.

“What the fuck? I’m starving and you two are chit chatting like teenage girls who just found out the schools hot gossip.”

Malcolm appeared on screen behind Y/N and threw up the two fingered peace sign. “Sorry, Noah. We’re taking her away from you.”

I chuckled. “All good. We can talk tomorrow? I can call around 2:30?”

Y/N smiled that bright smile that pulled at the strings of my heart; the one that connected us. “I’d like that, mochi.”

With one final goodbye, I hit the red button, ending the call with a sigh. It was only a few minute long conversation but enough to ease the worry if everything would be alright.

“Shit.”

“Get your foot off of my knee, you dumbass.”

“Did they hang up? I can’t hear anything?”

What the fuck?

JOLLY

“We shouldn’t eavesdrop. It’s not our place,” I said with my hands deep in my pockets.

“Dude, were not listening to him fuck her. They’re talking since they fucked,” Orie pointed to Noah’s closed door.

“Real classy, dickhead,” Jesse smacked the back of Orie’s head.

“I’m just saying,” he raised his hands in defense. “I want to hear! Now move.”

Jesse kneeled in front of Noah’s door with Orie leaning over him, and Michale standing behind Orie.

“Why are they talking about taekwando?” Jesse wondered.

“Shut the fuck up, Jesse I can’t hear,” Michael slapped his arm.

I shook my head before temptation gave in and I kneeled next to Jesse so I could get a better listen. This was the first time Y/N and Noah would talk since that night and since there wasn’t any raised voices, I could only hope it was a civil conversation.

“Move your hair it’s in my face,” Jesse tried to push me away.

“Not my fault you’re a dwarf, man,” I shrugged then hushed him.

“I’d like that, Noah. Thank you.”

The small glimmer of hope that things would be okay intensified when I heard the softness of Y/N’s voice. I could almost imagine that eye crinkling smile she would do; the one Noah loved.

“If Noah knows we’re listening, he won’t turn the heat on for a week,” Michael reminded us.

“Shit,” Jesse cursed.

Orie pushed Michale away. “Get your foot off of my knee, you dumbass.”

“Did they hang up? I can’t hear anything?”

Suddenly, the door opened behind us but I was the only saved from falling to the floor at Noah’s feet that was covered with his favorite pair of Naurato socks; Jesse, Orie, and Michael all falling on top of each other in a heap.

“What the fuck?” Noah cursed with hands on his hips. “Were you guys listening to my conversation?”

The three of them scrambled to their feet before running down the stairs, their laughter echoing through our shared home. I watched with a small smile and shook my head before Noah glared over to me.

“Fuck you, you know what? No heat. I’m serious! Kiss my ass.” He called out after them. “It’s going to be 65 degrees all week!”

“Wasn’t my idea,” I defended with my hands held up.

Groans carried upstairs as soon as Noah turned off the heat. “Oh, come on, Noah!”

“What the fuck, man!”

A sly smirk played at his lips. “We got stock in Bad Omens hoodies; fucking wear one and don’t listen to my phone calls.”

Once Noah retreated into his room, I stared at the closed door with a proud smile. It was a drastic change in attitude from how he was just last week. Talking to Y/N brought out the playful, joking side of Noah that we all love and missed.

Maybe things were going to be alright.

“So who’s going up there to ask how it went,” Orie’s voice called out from downstairs.

NOAH

The soft, delicate, knock against my bedroom door made me take off my headphones, setting them down on my desk. Exiting out of my game and making sure TWITCH was closed out, I rose from my seat and ran a hand through my hair before I opened the door, heart falling into my stomach at the sight in front of me.

Y/N was wringing her nervous hands together, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

“Angel? What are you doing here?” I questioned while leaning an arm against the door.

“Uh, Jesse let me in. I-I needed to see you,” she hugged the jacket closer to her chest, something clearly bothering her.

My brows scrunched together, still shocked that she was standing in front of me. Just a few hours ago, we were talking on FaceTime about our gym meet up tomorrow and she said she needed to hang up because Chase and her had plans to go hiking.

“Everything alright?”

She hesitated eyes darting to my bedroom. “I need your help, Noah.”

My heart jumped into my throat as I stood straighter, unsure if I heard her correctly. “With what? Is something broken?”

“No, Noah,” Y/N’s voice dropped low before taking a step towards me, hands trailing down my chest. “I need you.”

Oh, fuck.

The passionate, high energy, tension that we feared was lost came flooding back into our veins as I yanked Y/N into the room, kicking the door shut behind her. I wrapped my hand behind her head and sparks shot through my entire existence when I pressed my lips against Y/N’s in a soul shattering, earth ending kiss. My tongue pushed past her lips almost instantly, finding hers in a fight for dominance. It explored every inch of her mouth and she moaned, nails scratching at the fabric of my shirt. With one hand wrapped around the back of her neck, the other slipped underneath her shit to graze over the soft skin of her stomach.

“Noah,” she breathed against my lips.

“Fuck, I missed you angel,” I walked her backwards towards my bed.

Her lips were swollen, lipstick smeared from the force of our kiss, and I felt all the heat rush straight to my cock when I thought of those lips stretched around me, drool leaking out of the corners of her mouth and trickling down her chin as she struggled to take all of me in.

My dick ached in pain, needing some sends of release; soon.

I helped her out of her clothes; her doing the same to me, as our lips met again. My teeth bitting down on her bottom one as she tried to pull away.

She hissed while dabbing a finger to her face. “Did-did you just bite me?”

I took in the sight of her standing in front of me in a simple black matching bra and panties set.

“Fuck, you’re going to kill me,” I hooked a finger into the strap of her bra, sliding it down over her shoulder.

The tattoo’s that littered her skin almost glowed from the neon lights in my room. Kaonashi on her arm, the large array if flowers and veins on the other arm, the one of all the Greek Gods on Mt. Olympus on her thigh, and the small design of Totoro on her ankle, the ones we got on her birthday. Aogaeru from Spirited Away on my ankle.

Turning her towards my bed, I trailed my fingers down her back to unhook her bra, letting it fall down to the floor at our feet. My lips littered soft kisses along the large snake and flower tattoo on her back as I dropped to my knees, slipping off her panties to her ankles.

“Fucking beautiful,” I praised while looking up at her.

Y/N peered down at me over her shoulder. “I could get used to you being on your knees for me.”

I turned her back to face me and left my hands on her hips. “I’ll pray to this body every night if that means you stay with me, angel.”

Her hand raked through the long locks of my hair and I let myself relax into her touch as I stared at her warm core right in front of me. The phantom taste from the last time I tasted her still lingered on my tongue.

“Noah?”

I hummed while peering up through my lashes at her.

“Stand up.”

Doing what she said, I stood to my feet and now towered over her by atleast a foot. Her nails scratched down my bare chest and I hissed in pure ecstasy. The pain making me realize this was real. She was in front of me.

I attacked her lips once again as her fingers trailed down over my stomach to the waistband of my briefs, helping me step out of them. Y/N’s eyes flashed down to my hard cock as it sprang free, beads of pre-cum spilling from the slit. I rubbed my thumb over it and groaned at how sensitive I was.

“I missed you,” Y/N pressed a kiss to the pulse point of my throat; the apple.

My head titled back to give her more access, and I gripped her hips tighter.

“Sit down,” she nodded to the edge of my bed.

Once seated, Y/N kneeled down on the floor between my legs and I shivered under her touch again as her nails raked up and down my thighs. I watched her actions from the mirror behind her, eyes drinking in the sight of her large back tattoo and the perkiness of her round ass. My cock twitched in front of her face as she gazed up at me, taking her bottom lip between her teeth.

“I’ve dreamed of the way you tasted, Noah.”

My fingers grazed over her chin, up her jaw, to the back of her head and tangled within the waves of her hair. My other hand gripped my cock as I guided the tip towards her lips.

“Open those pretty lips for me, angel.”

A guteral groan sounded from the back of my throat and I titled my head up towards the ceiling, my long hair cascading down my back. I gripped Y/N’s head with a vise grip and guided her up and down; slowly at first until I reached the resistance of the back of her throat and buried my cock deep in there.

“Shit,” I breathed when she choked on me. “Feels so good.”

I kept her there for a few more seconds before letting the grip on her head ease enough that she could start moving once again. She flattened her tongue to press underneath my shaft and when her fingers cupped my tight balls; I knew I was nearing the edge of bliss. The bottom of my spine tingled with a burning that only she could bring but not yet; I didn’t want this to be over yet.

She pulled off of my cock with a loud pop as I lifted her from the ground to kneel on my bed. I pressed my large hand over her bed so I could push her upper half down on the bed while keeping her ass up in the air. I positioned us so we could face the mirror and I trailed a finger down her spine.

“Spread your legs for me,” I ordered before laying a firm smack to her ass.

Y/N writhed with a moan but did as I asked. I guided the head of my throbbing cock up and down the wetness of her folds.

“Noah,” she whined. “Please.”

“You like that, angel?” I asked.

She moans her response, but I didn’t like that answer. With my cock poised at her entrance, I leaned over her back so my warm breath fanned over the crook of her neck.

“Use your words.”

“Yes, I like it,” she answered breathlessly.

“Good girl,” I praised before slipping into her tightness; finally.

We shared a long moan, the feeling of being connected once again being almost too much for me to take, my cock pulsating inside of her. The warmth spread over every inch of pricked skin, the sensation clawing at my insides; in the best way possible. It felt like how it did that night only better because she wasn’t going anywhere. I’d make sure she’d stay tonight.

“I’m so tense, Noah,” she writhed underneath me.

I lazily kissed her back as my hips rutted up against her. “You came back.”

I pushed her face into the mattress because of my weight on her back so she could only speak.

“Always.”

My hair spread over her back when I pressed my forehead in-between her shoulders, the sweat from her skin tasting bittersweet on my tongue. I sunk my teeth deep into her, marking her as my own and pulled my cock almost all the way out, just leaving the tip.

“Mine?”

Her answer was a mess of curses when my fingers pressed into her clit, drawing fast circles. His pussy clenched over my cock as she came undone, her arousal spreading down my thighs. I hooked my fingers in her mouth to hold her up so she could watch us in the mirror now.

“Watch as I fuck your pretty pussy,” I ordered, long hair covering my face.

Y/N did the best she could to nod with my hooks in her mouth and my pace became relentless, slamming into her so hard and fast, the noises echoed throughout my room. The burning felt warm at the base of my spine as my heart pounding widly in my chest, my own orgasm so fucking close to destroying me. She looked fucking angelic from her reflection in the mirror. Her skin soaked in the neon glows of the lights of my bedroom and I wondered if anyone could hear us through the white noise of our moans and skin slapping.

My name sounded muffled from her throat since I still had my fingers hooked inside her mouth.

“What?” I unhooked my fingers.

Y/N swallowed thickly. “I want you to fuck me against the mirror.”

Anything for you, angel.

With an arm around her stomach, I lifted her off of the bed and walked over to my mirror closet, pressing her back to it. I hooked her leg over my hip then slid deep within her walls once again, my head falling to her chest with this new angle.

“Fuck,” my teeth graze over the perky buds of her nipples, swirling my tongue over them.

“Harder,” she begged, running her hands through my hair.

She gathered it at the ends and pulled my head back to crash her lips to mine and with a few hard slams of my cock into her, Y/N came apart once again for me, screaming her release into my mouth. My back tensed as my stomach muscles contracted, and with the force of my thrusts, the closet doors shook, one of them breaking off the rolling hinge and shattering the glass directly in the middle.

“Shit,” Y/N giggled.

I paid no mind to the broken glass as I buried myself deep within her, orgasm so close to cresting over me in waves.

“Cum for me, Noah,” she nipped and sucked at the tattoo across my neck again.

Her name fell from my lips repeatedly, cock thrusting into her with every utter of it.

“I love you, Noah.”

“Noah.”

“Noah, wake-.”

“NOAH! Wake up!”

My eyes bolted open as my chest heaved with every deep breath, heart pulsating to an uneven rhythm. Sweat covered every inch of my skin as I peered down at my body, dick standing straight up underneath the sheer fabric of my blanket.

It was a dream?

Fuck, I sighed while running a hand over my face before staring directly into the eyes of the person who wasn’t in my dreams two seconds ago.

Jesse took a bite out of an apple and nodded down towards me. “I hate to ruin whatever you have going on, but it’s time to get up.”

I rubbed my eyes in exhaustion and continued to heave, trying to ease my racing heart. Fick, that felt so real I was sure I was going cum.

“Must have been some dream, you were really enjoying that,” he chuckled before taking another large bite out of his apple.

I chucked my pillow at him. “I fucking hate you.”

“No, you don’t. Now hurry the fuck up, your oatmeal is getting cold.” He chuckled. “Although, maybe you need a cool down. Take a cold shower first.”

“Fuck off,” I tossed another pillow at him.

Thirty minutes and a very ice-cold shower later, I trekked down the stairs into the kitchen where three smug smiles stared at me.

“Oh, you’re finally awake!” Orie gave me a teasing smirk.

“Yeah, he was a little occupied,” Jesse laughs.

I knocked the apple out of his hands; it clattering to the kitchen counter.

“With what now?” Jolly questioned with a mock curiosity.

“Noah had a wet dream,” Jesse informed everyone.

“Shut the fuck up,” I said through gritted teeth. “Why are you guys always in my business?”

They all share a laugh before Jolly’s calming voice brought a sense of sincerity to the conversation. “It’s not a big deal, Noah. Was it- was it about Y/N?”

I did my best to hide the way my face reddened by sticking my head in the fridge to grab the milk.

“Oh, fuck. Angel. So good.” Jesse mocked in a voice that sounded nothing like me.

“Laugh it up,” I grumbled while slamming the fridge shut, suddenly not hungry anymore.

“It’s not a big deal, Noah, considering you see her today. Are you feeling okay?” Jolly wondered.

I shrugged while stuffing my hands into my gym shorts. “Yeah why wouldn’t I?”

“Well, just becau-.”

“Look I appreciate you guys, really. And I love you for helping me. I just-I want to try to atleast get back to being friends with her. I want to move past this awkward bullshit and have her in my life again. I can’t care about the details right now.”

“We know,” Orie nodded. “We want to make sure you two are going slow this time.”

“I know, I know. We’re meeting at the gym today, be nice to just hang out and do something-healthy. Talk.” I smiled with excitement and nerves.

Jolly smile while standing to his feet. “Good, I’m glad you two are talking again. Still want to write tonight?

I nodded. “Yeah, I’ve got another track we can start.”

NOAH

Inside the gym, two minutes before our meet time, I waited by sitting in a chair my leg bounced up and down, up and down- I paced that gym floor, burnt rubber almost gave the room a scent. I was finally seeing her again, since that night. Not on the phone, not waiting for a text. Physical and beautiful form. She had come back into my life like a sudden flame, blazing and streaming into my heart. I stayed up all night contemplating the certain agony I knew would be mine if I were to lose her twice.

Movement out of the corner of my eye made me turn towards the direction of the door, her angelic form stepping into my line of sight. Immediately, thoughts of my dream earlier came flooding back, and I shifted on my feet, hoping my cock would get the memo not to get hard.

Not right now.

All the breath got knocked out of me when her bright eyes landed on me and I gave her a small, awkward wave. When I saw her last on FaceTime yesterday, her skin still looked sunken in and pale, but now she looked like all the life had been breathed back into her.

“Hi,” she smiled.

“Hey.”

“Sorry I’m late. Chase dropped me off so I only have an hour before he picks me up. Something about him and Malcolm having tickets to a movie tonight.”

I waved her off. “You’re fine, angel. I could always give you a ride back home if you need.”

She thought about it, I could tell the way her pupils dilated.

“That’s sweet of you, Noah. But Chase promised he’d buy me Greek for dinner tonight before dropping me off to my art class,” she shrugged playfully.

I wasn’t sure if that was the truth or just an excuse not to spend more alone time together. Even if our conversation was flowing, there was still that awkward tension because of the elephant in the room; the one neither of us wanted to discuss. We wanted to move past what happened, start fresh.

“Art class?”

“Yeah,” she beamed. “I’m taking some painting lessons. Just another thing I started post pandemic.”

“That’s great, angel. I’d love to see what you create,” I said.

We were silents for a few long beats, just gazing at each other, and feeling the sudden thick tension, I motioned towards the equipment behind me.

“Is there something specific you want to get started on?”

“I usually like to warm up on the treadmill,” Y/N said while adjusting the strap of her gym bag.

We walked over to a more quiet area of the gym, neither of us wanting to be noticed, and as I set my things down on an open bench, I tossed off my sweater, being left in a cut off t-shirt and black shorts, and when I noticed Y/N was still wearing her heavy sweater, I raised a brow.

“Aren’t you going to get hot in that?”

She shrugged while playing with the zipper. “I’ll be fine.”

“Angel,” I took a step towards her. “Take it off. It’s hot in here already. Don’t feel like you have to hide yourself, especially from me. Remember that?”

Considering I’ve seen it all already.

Ignoring the voice in my head, I watched as Y/N eventually nodded and shed off the extra layer, now standing in front of me in tight leggings that hugged her ass perfectly and a sports bra, showing off the toned stomach I wanted to graze my tongue over.

Focus, Noah.

For the next hour, we spent time on our own choices of machines but still within range of sight. Since we were here later on in the evening, the gym wasn't that crowded. Every so often, our gazes would find each other from across the area we were working out in; me on the weight machine, her at the treadmills. It was that invisible string that tethered our hearts together, always wanting to make sure that we never strayed to far from each other.

Now, we stood packing up our things and Y/N hissed as she tried to rub out a sore spot in her back, one she couldn’t reach.

“Mochi, do you mind helping stretching me out?”

Fuck. Me.

The nickname did wonders on my already racing heart.

“Uh, yea. Sure.”

My fingers gripped her hips as she twisted and turned, before bending over to touch her toes while one hand began rubbing out the tense knots in her back.

“Oh, thank you, Noah. I’ve been so tense back there lately.”

“I’m so tense, Noah,” she writhed underneath me.

Images of her underneath me, cock slamming into her, made my cock twitch with the need to be touched. And with how close Y/N was to me as she stood straight, I knew if she took the slightest step back, my cock would brush against her ass.

Fuck, this wasn’t going to be easy.

NOAH

I all but busted through the front door, gripping my gym bag so tight my knuckles had gone white. Shortly after helping stretch out Y/N, Chase arrived to pick her up. We decided we would meet every Friday around 1o am for the taekwando classes. Ever since my dream this morning and now what happened at the gym, my cock was throbbing almost in pain, begging for release.

“How did your workout go?”

“Went great,” I tossed towards Jesse who sat with Harper in his lap on the couch.

“Just great? I mean that’s it?”

With a sigh, I stopped halfway up the stairs. “Yeah we talked, we- we’re good. I’m gonna take a shower and I’ll be down soon.”

Finally in the solitude of the bathroom, I stared at myself in the mirror. Sweat covered every inch of me again and I tensed, my whole face red and contorted. Y/N in that outfit haunted my mind since the second I saw her. I see the way she moved during her workout, her panting, the sweat dripping off her skin.

Then thoughts of our night together overtook me and I gripped the bathroom counter to steady myself. It was impossibly hard to forget.

“Fuck,” I groaned feeling the blood rushing to every organ in my body.

I turned the shower on, letting the steam gather and levitate around the room.

Hades doesn't have shit on me.

The steam almost makes me glow as I continued to stand there, staring at myself in the mirror for a few more seconds before stripping out of my gym clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor.

My body was wet, soaked from the steam and sweat alone, as my chest heaved with every deep breath I took. Flashes of Y/N still overtaking my mind. Once finally under the spray of the water, I couldn’t take it anymore; my cock couldn't take it anymore. It was thick, red, and angry from the prolonged release and I brushed my thumb over the head, smearing the pre-cum from tip to base. With one hand on the wall and the other wrapped tightly around my cock, I stroked myself fast, not wanting to drag this out any longer.

“I miss the way you say my name, angel,” I panted.

I hear her say my name over and over. Memories flash from the beginning, her smile, her body, the way she was mounted on top of me. Oh gods, I see it and her mouth in an O shape as she came undone on my cock; in the dream and real life.

My head tilted back towards the water and I had to open my mouth, letting the water deep throat me, to muffle my sounds. The noises, the voice that was her in my head. It was so hard to just pretend what it’s like when I tasted the real thing before.

“God, I want to fuck you again. So bad.”

My deep, guttural groan echoed through the confines of the bathroom as my hips stilled, my release finally spilling into my hand.

NOAH

I sat on the edge of my bed, towel wrapped loosely around my hips, and the pen scratching widely on the paper in my lap. My head snapped up to the mirror in front of me, hair soaked with the water from my shower as droplets fell onto the pages in my lap and smearing some of the ink. But I didn’t care; I would always remember these words.

The perfect mirror. The one that didn’t have a crack running along it; reminding me that earlier today was a dream. I laughed a breathy laugh, grinning ear to ear while shaking my head. I fell into deep thought. Maybe I was in delirium, could have been the orgasm, could have been seeing Y/N again. Most likely both.

“Loves the death of peace of mind,” I muttered and proceeded writing the chorus of what I knew was true.

“You’re in the walls that I made with crosses and frames hanging upside down. For granted, in vain, I took everything I ever cared about.”

Shit, this was good.

Quickly standing to my feet, I threw on some clothes but before I left the room; I snapped a few selfies, then snatched the pad of paper to run down the stairs.

“Where’s the fire?” Nicholas chuckled.

Thankfully, everyone I needed was already in the living room; Jolly, Nicholas, and Folio.

I tossed the pad of paper on the table in front of them. “New song.”

The three shared a look before they leaned forward to read what I wrote.

“The way you fuck, the way you taste? For fuck's sake, Noah. I don’t want to know that shit,” Nicholas rolled his eyes.

I shrugged while bouncing on the soles of my feet with excitement. “Then plug your ears, man. Doesn't matter to me.”

Jolly was the one who spoke next. “The way you bend? The way you break? Fuck, what the hell happened in that hotel room?”

I smile the smallest of smiles. “All I’ll say is I was Mount Olympus.”

The three of them share yet another look before Folio shakes his head. “Didn’t need the image, bro.”

#noah sebastian #noah sebastian and reader #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian reader insert #noah sebastian smut #enemies to lovers #right person wrong time #starcrossed lovers

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ravens-words · 1 year ago

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Hi hello it's meee 😇 can i plss have prompt 40. “I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass.” for tarlos pls, i have no idea in terms of plot and trust you completely so whatever you come up with I'm already in love with thankssss bestie 🧡

Here you go, bestie-

"Race you to the top?" Carlos stares at his husband like he's grown a second head. "What? It'll be fun!" "Fun?" Carlos asks, incredulous. "TK, that-" he points at the steep path, "-is not fun, it's torture." TK scoffs. "You just don't want to lose." Carlos raises an eyebrow, feels his hackles rising. "Excuse me, I'm not gonna lose." TK walks closer, stands nose to nose with him, and Carlos can't help but draw him close, pressing a fast, bruising kiss to his soft lips. TK humms, getting lost in the kiss. Carlos takes advantage of that. He pulls away, and in the next second, he's running up the hill. "Hey!" He hears TK protest as a laugh escapes him, "cheater." Carlos smiles, heart beating frantically in his chest. He feels alive. . "-ow." "Sit still," Carlos admonishes him as he gently examins his ankle. He winces at the bruising that's already starting to form. "This is your fault," TK tells him playfully. Carlos' jaw drops. "How is it my fault?!" "You cheated!" "You said you wanted to race in the first place." "You're just bitter I won." "And this-" he points at his ankle, "is what you get for gloating." . "Let me carry you," he offers for the upteenth time, hands hovering around TK's body as he walks sideways. TK just glares at him, though there's no real heat in it. "TK-" "No," he answers, the words final. "We don't want to end up with both of us laid up in bed for the rest of this trip." Carlos humms, wraps his arms fully around TK. "That doesn't sound so bad," he mutters. TK laughs, kisses him. "Let me carry you?" TK rolls his eyes. "No." “I love you," he whispers in his ear, then continues, "you enormously stubborn pain in the ass.” . It takes another five minutes, and nearly face planting, for TK to agree to Carlos carrying him. "When you said you wanted to carry me, I did not expect this," TK says, breath fanning across Carlos' neck and making him shiver. TK is spurred on by this, so in the next second, Carlos feels him place a feather light kiss on his shoulder. He tightens his hold on TK's thighs. "Stop that." Another kiss, this one just behind the shell of his ear. "Hmmm?" "TK." The scrape of TK's teeth against the underside of his jaw has him stopping to a halt. Gently, he lets go of one of TK's legs, then the other, turns around. Once he's sure his husband is steady, he leans down and kisses him, hard and unyielding. TK gives as good as he gets, and Carlos hauls him up into his arms, holding him tightly. "You're a menace," Carlos mutters against his lips. TK's grin is smug. Carlos kisses it away before he can get a word out.

#i'm feeling like writing a couple tarlos drabbles #expect a couple more (i hope)#tarlos fic #ejwritestarlos #ejsdrabbles #not on ao3

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ayiexer · 2 years ago

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𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝙸𝚗 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 | 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝙿𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚇 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 | 𝙱𝚢: 𝙰𝚢𝚒𝚎𝚡𝚎𝚛

2. 𝙰 𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚠 𝙷𝚊𝚝𝚜.

Nami, for some reason, couldn't sleep at all. She woke up at 5 in the morning and couldn't go back to bed. She found her self looking at the Botanist next to her. Nami offered [Name] to sleep at her bed since it was big enough for the two of them..

It was currently 7 in the morning, the sun was hitting [Name]'s skin making her look like she's glowing. She looked like gold. [Name] moved a little, rubbing her eyes. Nami quickly closed her eyes, her head turning away from the girl next to her, blushing.

I rubbed my eyes, opening them. 'Nami's bed was comfortable, but she kept tossing and turning last night. I hope she got some sleep.' I looked at Nami, 'she was so pretty.' I felt a light tint of pink shade my cheeks as i looked away, noticing that her blanket had fallen off her, i quickly put the blankets on her and stood up to do my morning routine.

Nami blinked, feeling her blush getting redder at the sweet gesture.

It was quiet and sunny today, i missed the days when i walked in the woods admiring the plants back in my village. I noticed Zoro the swordsman who was training, he glanced at me and nodded at me "..Good morning." I smiled at him.

I walked in the kitchen and there stood Sanji who was making pancakes. "Good morning, sweet heart. Did you sleep well?" He smiled sweetly at me. '.. Sweetheart..?' I blushed at the nickname. "Yeah..uhm, do you need help with anything?" I offered playing with my fingers.

I would like to make friends with my crew, I'll be staying with them for a long time after all and Sanji seemed to be a good guy. "Yes please, could you please wake up the others?" I smiled and nodded, heading for the mens room where Luffy and Usopp slept.

I opened the door, to see Luffy on the floor, snoring and sleeping peacefully. I poked the rubber man but it did nothing. "Luffy..luffy? Luffy... breakfast is-" before i could finish, the man suddenly jolted awake, his eyes wide. "Food?" "Y-yeah?" He quickly stood up and ran outside screaming. "FOOD!!"

I blinked as Usopp also woke up, sweating. "W-what happened!?" "Break fast is ready." I smiled at him.

We both arrived at the kitchen as Nami smiled at me, patting the seat beside her. Sanji served our pancakes and i saw Luffy's mouth water while was Zoro the last to sit down.

Usopp eyed my pancakes and suddenly stood up. "Hey!! Why did [Name] and Nami get 7 pancakes while we have 5!?" He said pointing at Sanji. "Yeah!!" Luffy said stuffing 3 pancakes in his mouth, and stretched his arm to get one of mine

"HEY LUFFY! THAT ISN'T YOURS!!" Sanji barked and slapped Luffy behind his head. I giggled as Nami sighed irritated with the noisy men. I ate my pancakes, closing my eyes as i felt like i was eating clouds because of how fluffy they are.

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I was sitting on the floor next to Usopp and Luffy. We were in the main deck along with Nami and Zoro (who was sleeping). I was reading and taking notes on my journal while Usopp was making a mini catapult. The 2 of us were having a nice conversation. Usopp was a very funny guy, and he was nice to talk to.

I was also lifting two books in the air, trying to train myself to lift more heavier objects so i can help Luffy and the others when we get attacked. My head pounded while i try to focus on my book, for the pass few hours, Luffy kept lunging at the books that was levitating in the air, trying to capture it like a cat.

"Yes!! All done." The long nosed man cheered as he admire his work, he glanced at [Name]. He blinked noticing how pretty the Botanist was, he blushed as he felt his heart beating faster, he looked back at his catapult to calm down.

"Usoppppp, play with meee" Luffy whined for the 100th time as he collapsing on the floor in a starfish position, getting bored of trying to chase the books that was levitating, he glanced at [Name]. "Oi, crybaby can you play with me??" Luffy asked bluntly as Nami threw an orange at the back of the captains head, "Luffy!! Have some respect!" She hissed.

I giggled "It's okay Nami." I tore a piece of paper from my journal and tore the paper into two and crumpled it. "Me and the children back in Lule used to play this with flower petals but paper will do."

I smiled as i placed one of the crumpled piece of paper infront of Luffy as he sat up looking at the paper, turning his head to the side, confused.

"I don't think there's a name for the game, but the game is to see who's faster at moving the paper the farthest." (Forgive me if you don't understand, English isn't my first language ^ᴗ^)

"that's easy!!" Luffy said, huffing. "Yeah, but! You need to move the paper by doing this." I slapped my hand on the wooden floor, a small gust of wind causing the paper to move a little.

"Okay!!" Luffy stretched his hands, he smacked his hand on the ground causing the crumpled papers to fly off the ship and Usopp's catapult to tip over. "Hey!! That's cheating!!" I turned to look at the rubber boy, he grinned at me.

"Hey i think i see an Island." Zoro said as Luffy shifted his attention to the island and stretched his arms and gripped the railings, causing him to fly forward. "What Island is that??"

"I just told you the other day." Nami answered, walking next to Luffy. I walked near the the rubber man.

"So that's the island where Lougetown is!" Usopp exclaimed "It's a pretty big town right?" Sanji asked, as he lit his cigarette. "Yeah, that's what i heard." Nami said.

"Then it sounds like there will be a market with fresh ingredients." I turned to him, "Can i help you?" I smiled at him as he faced me. "Sure, why not?"

#one piece #straw hats pirates #straw hats x reader #op luffy #luffy x reader #op zoro #zoro x reader #nami x reader #op nami #op usopp #usopp x reader #op sanji #sanji x reader #op chopper #nico robin #robin x reader #op brook #op jinbe #one piece strawhats

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sizhuyu · 3 years ago

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I read your lan wangji x reader and love it. Can I request a lan wangji x reader ? He first he hates the reader but likes the reader later.

Haha! Thank you! And here’s to your request! ( not on pc so suffering continues )

L/N - Last name

Y/N - Your name

C/N - Clan name

He didn’t like you of course, but he didn’t like anyone okay? ( regarding the students and other clan disciples ) you heard about him and wanted to get to know him better! “Wangji-xiong!” You called out from behind him and he turns around to see you “Who are you again?” His eyes putting on an annoyed face. “I’m L/N Y/N! From C/N!” You respond with a big smile, he turns around swiftly and he just ignores you along the way going to the Lecture hall ( or whatever ). “Wangji~” you say sitting beside him “What do you do here? What is your...” You keep on asking questions but he just ignores you. When class started he noticed you payed good attention and was actually auite smart. You saw him staring at you so you decided to tease him “What? Am I that attractive?” You smirked and he just replies “Hmph.” You sigh not even getting decent answers from the guy. You knew his brother of course, but you were more interested in the younger jade beside you. Hecc you developed a mini crush on the guy! Like who wouldn’t? His perfect features, golden eyes that shine like the sun, and the fact he can really be a perfect human. Just without smiling though...

“Y/N.” He calls out during your 6th day of the lecture “Yes?” You say looking behind, but he hands you some bunnie pastries and some chocolate mochi ( don’t come at me just because mochi is japanese ) “Thank you.. For the..” You didn’t let him finish as you hugged him and said “thank you!” As you walk with the pastries in hand. You didn’t see the suprised look on his face when you hugged him, you really didn’t get to see the soft smile when you took his gift. He has observed you long enough and he always for some reason.. Even in the first meeting.. His heart beats so fast, his ears blushed red when you call him “Lan Zhan.” Mistakenly. He want’s you, he loves you, and he will ask for approval soon..

“Xiongzhang..” He calls out to his brother disturbing his and Wei Wuxian’s quite private game of majhong “Yes Wangji?” He asks “What does.. Y/N.. Like?..” His ears blush red and his hands form into a fist. Wei Wuxian chuckles “Y/N likes you.” He cheekily responds. His eyes widened at him and Xichen sighed “Wangji, I think you should try to court her first.. To show your love for Y/N, they have been asking me things about you anyways.” He smiles and Lan Wangji leaves the room going to the Jingshi.

He collapses into his bed hugging his pillow “Y/N likes me?..” His face all red by now as he smiles into the pillow looking forward to see you the next day and soon.. Maybe even eariler than expected.

“Y/N.” He greets you before the lectures, he gives you your favorite food, even gives small smiles here and there.. “What’s up?” You say when he greets you again, awkwardly you think there’s something going on.. “Just waiting for you.” You chuckled at him and see that he saved a seat for you next to him. You wanted to break TWO rules tonight and see why he was acting so strange around you now.. Thankfully Wei Wuxian agreed to help.

“Wangji! Come on in!” You invited him in without hesitation. “Wanna drink with us?” You say since he can’t refuse you nowadays anyways. “Okay..” he says sitting down beside you as you chat with Wei Wuxian, drinking a cup of emperor’s smile. When Wei Wuxian left, drunk. It was you and him.. You sit on his lap comfortably as his eyes widened at the sudden reaction. “Wangji...” you say as he looks at your drunken face. “Why are you giving me so many thingsz...” You say leaning your face on his shoulder “I want to court you.” He firmly responds “Mhmmm.. Why do you want to court meee..” You say to him putting your arms around his neck “Because I like you..” He says and your eyes widen at his response “You like me?..” You look up to him and his golden eyes look into yours “Yes.” He says and his ears all red by now. You giggle “I like you too~” you say and his face reddens. You fell asleep into his arms and he tucks you into bed.

The next morning he goes to the Hanshi

Lan Wangji : “Xiongzhang, I want to marry Y/N soon.”

Lan Xichen : “What?! Isn’t it too early? Did they confess already?!”

Lan Wangji : “Mn.”

Lan Xichen : “Oh my gosh! Yes! Ask shufu! I’m so happy for you Wangji!”

Lan Wangji : “Thank you. I will ask shufu now.”

#mdzs #founder of diabolism #founder of demonic cultivation #mo dao zu shi #wei wuxian #wei ying #mdzs fanfic #mdzs fanfiction #mdzs x reader #mdzs x y/n #lan wangji #lan zhan #lan wangji x reader #lan zhan x reader #lan xichen #lan huan #mdzs imagine #mdzs reader insert

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bangtanshomura · 3 years ago

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PINK | 1/? | pjm

summary: A neighbor as pink and hopelessly romantic as you and an equally pink neighbor like Jimin (but without a thing or two in common), sounds almost perfect together, right?. The only problem? That you are madly in love with him but his tonalities are very different from yours.

pairing: park jimin x female reader.

genre: fluff, angst, (maybe in the future a little of smut? not so sure).

word count: 1139.

warning: unrequited love, pinning, so much embarrassment, a looooot of pink hehe, hurt, some mxm with ot7, you know...it happens sometimes.

Pink, it was love at first sight.

“Running late, neighbor?”

“It’s kind of my thing, you know?” You are in the middle of a battle with your keys, asking to all the god’s above, why the fuck you must make a clown of yourself in front of the most beautiful, smart, hot and cocky human being in planet earth? Aka the love of your life, aka the future father of your two children, aka Park Jimin.

“Oh, I do know” The little giggle that comes out of his mouth is enough to have you all flustrated. ”Any plans tonight? Are your friends coming over?” Jimin takes your purse from your hands and hangs it naturally on his shoulder following you in the hallway that leads to the elevator of your building.

“I like to think that they’re not, but that’s really ambitious from my part, right?” While you press the button that will take you to the lobby, Jimin shakes his head with an amused smile in his face.

“I think so, they’ll come no matter what you do. Talking about friends” He makes a pause looking at you and then to himself in the mirror that covers the wall of the up and down thing, styling his hair. “I was kind of wondering if you would like to come with me to The Taehyung Biggest Lifetime Event?”

Oh, boy. What a simple way to put your heart into a nearly colapse.

You’ll see “The Taehyung Biggest Lifetime Event” it's the name that your incredible mutual friend -Tae- put to his first art exhibition. And in fact, it is a big thing, an important memory if you think about all the photos that will be taken in the near future and obviously posted in social media, where everybody can see them and never erase them. And of course, because of the beautiful art that your dear friend creates.

But...the posibilities.

Jimin with a hand wrapped around your waist smiling to the camara with love in his eyes.

No, no, better.

Jimin with a hand wrapped around your waist smiling while looking at your face with adoration.

Oh, that one sounds so much better. It would be the kind of photo that would make girls run away from his Instagram. And with a bit of good luck, from his life too.

“Y/n? Are you there?”

“Uh? Yeah, yeah. I am” The devilish smirk Jimin gives you is proof enough for you that he knows or at least imagines what kind of thoughts crossed your mind.

You blush in a very embarrasing way and his smirks transforms into something more.

Sometimes luck it’s a good samaritan, because the moment he opens his mouth to say something, the sound of the elevator arriving to the lobby makes it’s appearance.

"Saved by the bell, pink angel" Jimin throws a wink to your way leaving you with a tomato red face and a beating heart threatening to burst out of your chest.

"Park Jimin, are you flirting with me?"

"You wish, baby!"

I do.

The beautiful sound of his bubbly laugh invades the lobby and you run to reach his side but he is faster than you, so your paceful morning routine with your eternal crush turns into a chase through the streets.

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|Jiminie: How's work, pink?

|Y/n: As good as ever, you boring?

|Jiminie: You know I am, Yoongi doesn't get any funnier.

|Y/n: Hey!, I like Yoongi's dry sense of humor.

|Jiminie: You love to make me jealous, don't you?

You can't help the enamoured giggle that comes out of you.

Re-reading the last message, you inhale a preoccupying amount of air and text him back.

|Y/n: Sorry, sometimes I forget your prise kink.

|Jimin: Im worried about how this conversation turned around my kinks, but yeah, don't let yourself forget that I love to be loved ;)

Even if the message is suggestive, you let your shoulders drop in a defeating manner.

I wish it said by you.

I love to ve loved by you.

All these messages, the pet names, the flirting and the big amount of time that you spend together doesn't mean the same to Jimin as it does to you.

Ever since you two cross paths in the hallway of your building, you knew you were so fucked up.

You met Jimin two year ago.

Your best friend Namjoon was helping you taking your big and heavy boxes to your new departament in the third floor, between jokes about his boyfriend fighting with him for his tendency to break everything that comes across his way, when you saw the most beautiful thing that your twenty two years old eyes had ever seen.

It was like an angel with what it had to be the tightest pair of black jeans in the whole world and the fluffiest pink sweater ever.

"Oh" He stoped in his tracks and intercalate his curious gaze between Namjoon and you, apparently taking a chance for your tall friend. "New neighbor?"

Namjoon saw you out of the corner of his eye watching how your eyes went all big and sparkling by the sight of the boy.

So he smiled amusedly at the blonde haired angel in front of you.

"It's because of the pink mixer, right?" The little -most definitely taller than you- blonde boy, blushed so much that for a moment you thought smoke would come out of his ears. "Don't get me wrong, I do love that color as any sane person. But, unfortunately, im not the new addition to your building. It's this pretty little pink thing here".

"Pink, uh?" You were indeed a very, very pink and pretty thing. He scaned you from head to toe -from your pastel green crop top, to your baby pink cargo's and your also baby pink military boots- and conclude that, that innocence could be the death of him if he ever let you in.

"Y/n" You blurted out your name so fast that Namjoon almost choked trying to hold back his laughter. You give him a warning glare and returned your embarrased gaze to Jimin. "My name is y/n"

At that precise moment you experienced one of the most radical changes ever seen. The turn upwards his lips took, had sufficient evidence to be considered illegal. "Im Jimin, Park Jimin".

The sound of another incoming message took you out of your thoughts, forcing you to look around the flower shop to verify that there were no clients waiting patiently for your attention while you remembered the first meeting with which you are sure is the love of your life.

|Jiminie: Pink? Maybe you are a little busy, but guess who got another coffe for free today?

|Jiminie: That's right, baby, meee!. Should I invite a drink once and for all to the barista across the street?.

Or maybe not.

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a/n:

Hey! My name is Alex and this is the first fic I have published on Tumblr or anywhere, ever. So, uhm , please be patient with me. English is not my mother language, so Im trying to do my best to write it correctly.Any questions, complaints or suggestions will be accepted (as long as it is in a respectful way. Im a crybaby please don’t be too harsh with me).

I hope you enjoy it and please tell me your opinion. I am planning to do it in two or three parts, I don't want this first fic to be so long so you don’t get bored.

Enjoy!^^

#jimin fanfic #jimin fluff #jimin angst #park jimin fanfic #bangtan fic #bts fanfic #jimin x reader #kim namjoon #jung hoseok #park jimin #jeon jungkook #kim seokjin #min yoongi #kim taehyung #bangtan sonyeondan #park jimin x reader #pjm x reader #bts pjm #pjm

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darkmulti · 4 years ago

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𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐭:

𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐕

⚠️: if you’re a softy, keep scrolling. If you click ‘keep reading’ don’t complain.

𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Pairings: Taehyung x female reader

Do not request for ‘Pick Your Split’

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: y’all already know I had to do this with Taehyung. The “Meeting V” part was suppose to be in point form but, I hit the limit and had to change it. So the writing is pretty shitty. Sorry! Not edited

~ NSFW ~

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐈𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐃𝐈𝐃) 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐲/𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬.

This profile is for entertainment purposes only and do not represent the real Kim Taehyung.

⚠️: Murder, mentions of murder, gun play, knife play, blood,

⚠️: dub con, mentions of non con, dark/hardcore kinks (all are in V’s punishment part)

Please Read At Your Own Risk!

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Meeting V:

You were walking home from work after a long, late night shift. The streets were dark and empty. The flickering street lights being the only source of light.

You didn’t live in the best neighborhood or have the best job. But hey, at least you’re not homeless. At least you have a roof over your head.

Violence is normal in this neighborhood. You can hear people fighting or yelling as you quickly walk home. Drug dealers and criminals wondered in the streets.

You were about a block away from your apartment, when you looked across the street and see a man pointing a gun at another man who was beaten down on the sidewalk. You wanted to run away but what if he sees you and shoots you?

While thinking about what to do, the man holding the gun notices you. Right then he pulls the trigger and the bullet goes straight through the man’s head.

Your breath hitched as you saw the man’s head hit the cement. The other man flipped his gun in the air and caught it while walking across the road, coming towards you. You didn’t move or say anything. After all his gun was loaded, he was the one with power.

Damn it! You should’ve just called an Uber!

“Look at what we have here, Taehyung. Isn’t she pretty?”

You visibly gulp and look up into his sharp, dark eyes. His hand came up to touch your face but you flinch and step back. He then brings his gun up to your face and you hold your breath.

“Don’t worry, princess. I won’t hurt you.”

He rubbed the side of his gun along your cheek. Oddly, he was gentle. Almost like he was admiring your face.

“What is a little girl like you doing in the city’s most dangerous neighborhood? You know these streets are infested by criminals and creeps..”

Your heart was beating so fast, it could’ve just popped out of your chest

“I-I l-live here.”

You stupidly stutter, showing him that you’re afraid of him. He frowns at your responses then offers,

“How about I walk you home? So no one hurts you.”

You agreed since he had the gun and pointed to your apartment building. The man tucked his gun away, behind his back and grabbed your hand.

“Shall we?”

Both of you walked and made small talk. He didn’t tell you his name, but you told him your name which again, another stupid move. Once you arrived at your apartment door, you finally thanked him and said goodnight.

“Not so fast, little girl. You saw me kill someone. You have to come with me now. Pack some clothes. I’ll be waiting.”

“What?! I swear, I won’t tell anyone what I saw! I swear! Please don’t.” You begged

“I don’t like to repeat myself, little girl. Go. Get. Your. Stuff.” He said in a stern tone, giving you his dark, intimidating eyes again.

You let out a shaky breath before opening the door and walking in. He follows close behind then shuts the door. This could be your chance to get help!

“You can wait here, I’ll go get some of my stuff.”

He scoffs, “I’m not stupid. I’m coming with you.”

“What do you mean?”

He grabs your neck and brings his face close to yours

“I’m sure you already have a plan on how to escape me. Right now I’m not in the mood to deal with your bullshit.”

He follows you to your room and plops down on your bed. You take out your duffle bag and start packing your clothes

“Wow babygirl. Who are you wearing these for, huh?

In between his fingers hanged your red, velvet thongs

You walk over to him and snatch it out of his hands

“N-no one.”

“Well.. they’ll be for me soon.” He said, biting his lips while looking at it.

The man picked out matching panties and bras for you while you packed the rest of your clothes. He neatly folded them and placed them in your bag.

“That’s all you need, princess. I’ll buy you new and appropriate clothes. One of my men will sell this apartment and you can move in with me.”

“Wait what?! No no no no no no! I’m not moving out of here- this is my first apartment! I’m not gonna leave all my stuff.”

“Hush, princess. I hate it when you talk. You can’t live here. Too dangerous. I’ll give you the best life.”

You sat down on your bed and refused to move, completely forgetting about the gun in his back pocket.

“If you don’t get up in the next three seconds, I’ll kill your whole family darling.” He pulled out your passport from his pocket.

Fuck! You were fucked! You quickly got up and followed him out of your apartment with your bag in hand.

A black BMW waited in the front of the building. He opened the backseat door for you so you hurriedly get in and put your seatbelt on. You noticed that there was a driver. Either you were about to be kidnapped or this man’s hella rich.

During the car ride, you decided to break the silence.

“What do you want me to call you?” You look at him and he looks right back at you. “Daddy”

It was your turn to scoff so you did. “Another name please.”

“Taehyung. My real name is Kim Taehyung. Soon yours will be Kim Y/N, princess.”

‘Taehyung’ you thought to yourself. Isn’t that the name he said earlier. Was he talking to himself?

“Princess, give me your phone.”

“I don’t have one.”

“Stop lying. Give me it.”

“I don’t have one! I can’t afford a phone.”

“You’ve been walking home alone in that neighborhood without a phone. For once, I agree with V.”

“V? Who’s V?”

Taehyung didn’t say anything. A smirk landed on his face instead. “Who’s V? Telll meee!” You whine. “Shut up! You’ll wake him up.”

“Huh? Where is he?” You confusedly check around the car, looking for another person

“Is the drivers name V?” You look back at Taehyung and he’s playing around with a pocket knife

“You woke him up, little girl. You deal with him.”

Just then you arrived at his.. mansion. Your jaw dropped as you saw the 15,000 square foot mansion

“This is your house, Taehyung?” You whispered, still in shock. He didn’t respond. In fact, he looked annoyed “Get out of the car.” You quickly got out and stood next to him, still amazed by the ginormous house.

One of his maids brought you to your new room while Taehyung disappeared somewhere in the house. You were still uneasy about everything. But your curious, naive, little mind wanted to know more

Why didn’t Taehyung kill you too?

What did Taehyung do for a living?

Why did he kill that man?

Whose V?

All these questions clouded your brain until you hear a knock on the door. You open the door and see the maid standing in the door way

“Here sweetheart, I brought you a fresh new pair of pyjamas. Right now V is present. I suggest you lock the door before going to bed, honey.”

“What? Why would I do that? Whose V?”

The women’s eyes filled with fear. “Taehyung hasn’t told you?”

“No! What the fuck is going on?! Who is V?” She pushed you into your room and locked the door

“V and Taehyung are the same person. He has split personalities. Taehyung has been going through a lot ever since he was young. V helps him cope. Taehyung doesn’t hurt people. V does. He does it without any emotion.”

What have you gotten yourself into?

It took awhile for you to comprehend everything. “H-How do I know when V’s out?”

“He’s usually more aggressive and flirtatious. He’s more violent and does all the torturing and killing. Taehyung will tell you if it’s him. He’s more gentle. I wouldn’t say caring though. Taehyung is a fast thinker. He’s very stri- ”

You both hear a loud, desperate scream. Your heart started racing in your chest and you quickly run to the door to see what it is. Before you could open it, the maid quickly shuts it and pushes you back.

“Are you crazy! V will kill you! Leave him! Let him release his anger!”

“But- ”

“Sit down, and don’t make a sound. The slightest thing triggers him.”

The hallway went silent. V was looking for his next target. Bodies laid across the floor. Some not breathing, some barely breathing

You innocently sit on the bed, not expecting it to make a loud squeak. You cover your mouth and your face turns red. V quickly came over to your room and the maid told you to hide

She opened the door and V grabbed her neck and pushed her onto the bed. He almost choked her to death until you came out of your hiding spot, pushing him off of her

“There you are! I’ve been looking for you, little girl.”

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V’s punishment:

He threw you over his shoulder and spanked your ass

“You think you can run from daddy?!”

Another spank landed on your ass, making you whimper

He loved spanking you

And slapping your face while fucking you

V was into hardcore ddlg

Had the biggest daddy kink

V wanted you to call him daddy all the time

He wanted you to scream and cry because of his cock

V definitely pushed your limits

He wanted you to be terrified of him

Had a lot of dark kinks

V can’t control himself around you

Whenever he sees you, he just wants to grab you and fuck you as hard as he can

Your just so pure and fragile

It fucking turns him on

Your little whines and squeals when he thrusts into you are the best

The skin slapping is so hard

You have bruises because V is too rough

Both V and Tae are into ddlg and they gave you the same rules

One of the rules is you can’t say no to them

So anything that V gives you, you take it like a good girl

He definitely has a dacryphilia kink

Tears turn him on so much

He’ll just lean down and lick em off your face

Or make you cry harder

Something that really turns him on is your teddy bear

You would be holding onto your brown, fuzzy bear with tears in eyes while he pounded you

V took your butts virginity too

He wanted all of you

Degrades you no matter what

Creampie

Fuck, seeing his cum overflow in his little’s pussy is everything to his eyes

Size kink

Manhandles you in bed

Lowkey has a blood kink

Knife play

One of his fav, gun play

You made him jealous

So he fucked you aggressively

Then he took his gun out and shot it at the wall the scare you

It worked

Fear kink

There’s no getting away from V

Overstimulation

You wouldn’t be able to function properly after he’s done with you

You wouldn’t be able to talk, walk, eat, stand or think

Your thighs are covered in marks and are soaked in cum

Somnophilia kink

He will keep fucking you even after you black out

You’ll wake up and he’ll still be fucking you

And you’ll feel a painful sting in your lower abdomen

Morning sex

He’ll wake you up by roughly fucking you again even though he fucked you unconscious last night

You would be so weak under him

Your fingers don’t function properly either

It’s like your whole body shuts down

Taehyung comes out for the aftercare

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V’s behaviour:

When V was present, he called you little girl or little one

He was careless

Man wasn’t afraid to speak his mind

He scary and psychotic

He didn’t want anyone to know that you make him feel

V’s known for being “numb”

He is known for not caring about anyone or anything

And he wanted to keep that reputation

So to avoid feeling, V was always cold towards you

Only used you for sex

He still hurts & kills innocent people

You can’t stop him

When V is angry, it’s best to leave him alone and stay out of his way

Taehyung is the only one who can stop V

Every time you try to hug or kiss him, he always moved away and degrade you

Though, there was one thing that didn’t make sense

He was extremely possessive and overprotective

V believes it’s his job to protect and watch you

If you disobey him, he spanks you or sexually punishes you

V gets jealous very easily too

One time, you thought Taehyung was present so you started telling him how much you loved him and how much you hated V

V was burning with jealousy

What’s so good about Taehyung? He thought

V ended up punishing you for choosing Taehyung over him

A couple days later he saw you crying in your pink, princess room one day

When he walked in you quickly wiped your tears and look away like a child

“Why’re you crying, little one?”

“You don’t love me! I want daddy Tae!”

You pouted as more tears glided down your pretty face

“But I do love you. I’m afraid you won’t love me back because I’m a monster.”

You felt relieved and hugged V and for the first time he hugs you back

He picks you up and spins you around while kissing you neck

“You can’t tell Taehyung about this.”

“I won’t, daddy!”

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Taehyung’s Behaviour:

When Taehyung was present, he called you princess or baby

Taehyung loves affection

He hates to admit it

But whenever you cuddled or kissed him, it drove him crazy

He fell deep in love with you

Taehyung was so glad that you taught him how to love

Now he could love you

Tae wanted to marry you

He wanted to have a family with you

The maid said that he wasn’t caring

Taehyung is the finest gentlemen out there

He took you on romantic dates

Great cook

Husband material

Great fashion senses

Because of you, he’s learned to let go of things for the better life

He’s less tense

Taehyung was strict and professional at work

But he had a goofy side just for you

He sometimes takes you to work

He gives you paper and scented markers

You’d draw a cute picture and he’ll either hang it in his office or on the fridge

You had to use the washroom really badly so you whine

“Daddyyyyyy! Washroomieee pweaseeee!”

He lets you go by yourself since he’s busy with work

Everything was going smoothly until one of the workers stopped you and started talking to you

Taehyung watched from his office

He was possessive

Taehyung gets jealous easily

And when he gets jealous, V comes out

He got up for his chair and told his employee to go back to work in a low voice

He then dragged you back and spanked your ass

You held onto your bear as you tried to figure out if V was out or if this was still Taehyung

“Daddy, I’m sorry! He started talking to me and I didn’t know what to do!”

V was out

V punished you in his office

To keep V inside, you have to be on your best behaviour

Unfortunately today, you broke a major rule

You deserve a punishment

Both V and Taehyung have a ddlg kink

They both believe they have to take care of you

Taehyung’s just more gentle and patient than V

Tae buys you clothes

He feeds you

Makes sure you eat enough

Taehyung always wants you to be happy

He even plays with you

Helps you shower

Kisses your boo-boos

He even bought you a tiara for your birthday

He takes care of you after V is done fucking you

He’ll bring you to the bathtub and give you a bubble bath

He knows you love bath bombs, so he lets you choose one

After your bath, he dresses you in comfy clothes and gives you a piggy back ride to the kitchen

He’ll make you something to eat

Taehyung will even massage you if you are in that much pain

The rest of the day, he cuddles with you and watches movies with you

He knows the last thing you want is to be alone

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Taehyung’s Punishment:

Non existent

V punishes you

Taehyung makes love with you

Slow but deep thrust so you can feel all of him

Dirty talking with Taehyung

He praises you

“Just like that princess, gooood girl.”

Your eyes light up when he praises you

He lives for your moans

You live for his deep grunts

Lowkey wants to get you pregnant

So he cums in you all the time

Finger sucking

Taehyung will dip his fingers into you

And make you lick the cum off

Suck his fingers clean

He’ll deepthroat you with his fingers

Choking kink

Spanking

Light bdsm

Thigh riding if princess is needy in public

You have to wear your collar and leash in public

Public blowjobs

Don’t tell V though

He’ll humiliate you in public

Taehyung is gentle and sweet during sex

If you ask him to go faster, he will happily do it

Heated, saliva full kisses

Passionate sex will always be the best kind of sex

Sometimes he ties your wrist

Taehyung doesn’t mean to overstimulate you but sometimes it happens

He’s really into marking you

So everyone knows that you belong to him

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You thought that Taehyung was the only one for you.

Therefore, V left forever without saying goodbye. You found yourself heartbroken because of that.

Everyday you thought about him. You missed him. He wasn’t the nicest person around, but at least he was trying. Now who will protect you from all the bad guys?

Taehyung noticed your behaviour changed and called for V.

He told you that you have to choose one of them.

Who will you choose?

𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐭

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Dance With Somebody

Hello! I am totally new to tumblr and writing any sort of fanfiction, so I would love some feedback. I have also recently hopped on the Daredevil train and hope you enjoy my musings. Here is a lil blurb about my story:

Summary: Matt Murdock is in need of a cleaning lady. Being a recent graduate, you could use any extra income on top of your already low paying job. You offer your services to Matt, but slowly realize he needs more than just cleaning help. As you get wrapped up in his life, you realize this may have been more than you bargained for.

*This is the first part of a multiple part story

Warnings: Nothing except it is slightly long and has a lil bit of blood.

“Hi Mr. Murdock, just calling to let you know I’m heading over now.”

Most times he answered his phone but sometimes you got his voicemail, which always disappointed you. You walk into the apartment and head straight for his record player. When he hired you as his cleaning lady, he never explicitly said you couldn’t use it, and you were always careful with the records.

You turn on the music and get started. You had been cleaning for Matt for a while now and surprisingly his stove was always dirty. He must have someone that cooks for him. You picture a pretty girlfriend doing everything for him. After the stove, you begin to mop the floors when your favorite song comes on.

“Oh I wanna dance with somebody” you flit around the room singing, twirling the mop like it's that somebody.

“With somebody who loves meee.” You use the mop as your microphone. That’s when you hear something:

“You could have asked-”

You scream and drop the mop in fear. Mr. Murdock is in the doorway, with his hands crossed. “Oh my gosh, Mr. Murdock, I’m so sorry-” you shut the record player off and remove the record. “I never should have touched them. I’m so sorry I-” Your heart was going a million miles a minute but Matt raised his hand.

“You could have asked,” he began, and you felt like you could just explode.

“If you wanted someone to dance with.”

He said with that heart warming smirk. If he ever took those damn glasses off, you bet his eyes would be twinkling.

He took a step forward and you screamed “Wait!” and grabbed his hand. Now his heart was starting to beat faster. You saw the confusion on his face and said “I just mopped the floors, I didn’t want you to slip.” Quickly, you released his calloused hand.

“Well, lucky for you, I am pretty good on my feet.” He said smiling as he put on a new record and outstretched his hand towards you. “Mr. Murdock I-I-” you stammer “What, don’t believe me?” He gently grabs your hand and places his other one on your waist which creates butterflies in your stomach. He twirled you around and you laughed in delight, which was the real music to his ears. He dipped your hands up and down to the fast paced 50s song.

Yeah, I should have known it from the very start. This girl will leave me with a broken heart. Now listen people what I'm telling you. A keep away from a Runaround Sue.

You sang along with the music, and he delighted in hearing your smooth voice. It was almost intoxicating to him. He lifted your hand and spun you around until you were dizzy. Both your hands landed on his hard chest as you steadied yourself. “I guess you’re better on your feet than I am.” You say as you both chuckle. Both his hands were on your hips and your heart was fluttering faster than a birds’. His face was so close to yours, he could feel the heat radiating from your quick breaths. “Feel free to use the records whenever you like.” He turned his own blushing face away. “At least somebody will get to enjoy them.” His hands left your body slowly, dragging along your skin causing goosebumps.

“Mr. Murdock, why did you come back so early?” You said breaking the silence.

“I actually left my wallet here and was going to get lunch.” He felt around the coffee table and you grabbed his wallet for him.

“Would you care to join me?” Your hands met as you handed his wallet to him.

His request was accompanied with his signature smile, which made it so much harder to refuse.

“Oh Mr. Murdock I would love to,”

Mr. Murdock he repeated to himself.

“But I have my other job to go to.” You regretfully answer, wishing you could go with him. He hears you are telling the truth but can’t help but express his disappointment in a sigh.

“But can I take a raincheck?” Matt perks up.

“It’s a deal.” And you both smile.

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Matt had started a trend where he left out records for you to listen to while you cleaned and you loved it. However, this time there was no record left for you, neither was there anything left for you to really clean up. His stove looked like it hadn’t been used, which made you worry that whoever was cooking for him had stopped. I should make him some food. You pulled out your laptop to charge since you had to use it for work later and got started on some cookies. As you left, you gave Matt a call, and this time he answered:

“Hi again Mr. Murdock,”

“Hello Y/N,” His voice sounded scratchier than usual.

“I just wanted to let you know I’m heading out now.”

“Thank you, Y/N. I’m glad you called actually, I wanted to let you know I am leaving town after work today so don’t worry about cleaning tomorrow.”

“Oh, when will you be back?” Hoping that he won’t be gone very long.

“I’ll be back Saturday. And I haven’t forgotten about our little deal, Miss.” You could almost see him smirking.

“Good. I expect you to hold up your end of the bargain Mr. Murdock.” He could hear the smile in your voice.

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You get back to your apartment late after work. “Hey” you say to your roommate as you walk in, to which she replies with a grumble. I wish I could live in Matt’s apartment, no roommates. Maybe just one. You smile and begin working on your computer in your small room when you doze off. The thunderstorm outside wakes you. Shit. You panic knowing that you need to finish before your job tomorrow, however, your computer won’t turn on. Scouring your room you can’t find your charger anywhere. You realize you had it at Matt’s. “Shit!” Walking out of your room you see your roommate has gone to bed. She probably wouldn’t have lent her charger to you even if it were the right one. Matt is out of town. He won’t mind if I run and grab my charger.

You made it to his apartment through the pouring rain and found your charger right next to the untouched plate of cookies. Upset, you take your charger and start for the door when you hear the knob turn. Panicked, you run for his bedroom. Matt just left today, who could be walking in that door? His windows were locked as you tried to open them and escape. You hear the intruder stumble in and decide to look. That’s when you see them clutching their side as they walk into the light of the billboard.

“Oh my God, Mr. Murdock are you okay?” You rush over to him blowing your cover. Wrapping your arms around his broad chest, you help him to the couch.

“Y/N what are you doing here?” He winced with the last word.

“I’m so sorry I left my charger, oh God, I’m calling the cops.” He grabbed your wrist.

“No.”

“Well then I’m taking you to the hospital!”

He brings your wrist closer. “Please, no hospitals.” His eyes were pleading..

You relent and he grits his teeth. “Please Matt, let me help you.” He softened when you said his name.

“I just need an ice pack, I’ll be fine.”

“Mr. Murdock, you are bleeding, you need more than an ice pack.”

You see his smile even under all the blood. You get up to grab an ice pack, wet towel, and first aid kit since you knew where it was. You go back to him and place the ice pack on his wet shirt outlining his surprisingly chiseled body. He draws a breath to speak but is stopped by the pain.

“You don’t have to tell me what happened.” You continue wiping the blood from his face, “But if I ever get my hands on whoever did this to you, they’re gonna be sorry.” He laughs but coughs immediately. He thought it was sweet how you cared for him.

“Sorry” You gently pass the rag over his eyebrow and get a chance to really look into his eyes. They are wide and gorgeous, but sad. His whole face was sad. After you patch him up as best you can he whispers:

“Thank you.”

“Don’t worry, I’m pretty good at cleaning things up, even people.” And you finally see his gorgeous smirk. Even beat up, this man is still charming. “I’ll come check on you in the morning” you start to stand and this time he grabs your hand, but very gently.

“Please, don’t go out there.” You pause.

“Mr. Murdock, I can’t stay here.” He tries to look upwards with his longing, beautiful eyes.

“Please, I can’t keep you safe if you leave.” His grip tightens. You sit back down, touched that he would ever worry about you. “Ok, fine. But you gotta let me get you some dry clothes or else I’m taking you to the hospital.”

He groaned. “In the bedroom, top drawer. Feel free to grab a shirt for yourself, I think I might’ve bled on you.” Looking down at your shirt you see a dark stain. Quickly you grab a dry shirt for him and change into one yourself. It was massive on you, but you liked it.

You return to him as he is trying to remove his shirt but can’t seem to get it off.

“Here let me help.” You stand between his legs and gently peel the shirt off of him, revealing his muscular body. You can’t help but gasp at the bruises and scars.

“I haven’t seen myself for years, but I know I’m not that good looking.” he jokes as you slip the dry shirt over him.

“Mr. Murdock, you’re very good looking-

“Oh?” You sit on the coffee table in front of him as he smiles. Quickly you try to backtrack.

“I mean, have you ever been to a doctor? Who takes care of you when you get hurt? They’re obviously not doing a very good job.” His smirk leaves his face.

“I don’t have anyone.” He lowers his head and his wet hair covers his eyes.

“Mr. Murdock, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“It’s just safer that way.” His words confused you.

“I’m here for you.” You rest your hand on his knee and he places his hand on top. He looked up, the billboard lighting his soft features. He didn’t want to drag you into his messy life, but he couldn’t help how he felt.

“What you need now though is to go to sleep.” You stand but he pulled your hand so that you fell into a hug. He wrapped his hands around your waist and buried his face in your abdomen, wishing to surround himself with you. You raised your hands at first, unsure what to do, but you lowered them around his neck and gently ran your fingers through his damp hair. Your steady heartbeat comforted him more than anything.

“Here.” You pulled the blanket from the couch and wrapped it around his shoulders.

You bring your head down and lightly kiss his forehead. He looked up in astonishment, your noses almost touching.

“I’ll be right here if you need me.” He hovered his face just below yours, but then slowly pulled himself back and laid down, finally relaxing.You sat down in the chair next to him.

Always.

Part Two to come soon!

This first part was focused on the reader’s point of view because I wanted to establish their feelings towards him before focusing on Matt. But don’t worry! The next story will be pretty much all from Matt’s POV and how he would do anything to save those he loves.

#Daredevil #Matt Murdock #Marvel #Fanfic #Matt Murdock x reader #New to this #Daredevil x reader

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yunhohoe · 4 years ago

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Pairing: Mingi x Reader

Warnings: Smoking; Swearing; guns and violence and injury; just some pretty intense moments in general; y/n’s boyfriend is super toxic and unhealthy; fingering; nipple play; unprotected sex; main character death. (Kindly let me know if I missed anything you think should be added)

Genre: ANGST; Smut

Rating: M

Word count: 11k

Summary: Jobs like this were never easy. Your boyfriend Blue was an asshole and you didn’t particularly like your work. But, Blue’s best friend Mingi who always tagged along always made the moments more enjoyable. One day a job gone wrong sends the two of you to eachothers arms.

a/n: Hiii this is my first ever Ateez fic please go easy on meee. If there are confusing parts it is likely going to make sense in the end! This is a story with a twist :)

You were rudely pulled from your sleep by a persistent ringing of your cell phone.

Your hand shot to where it sat next to your pillow. Grabbing it and seeing that it was your boyfriend calling you groaned and quickly swiped to send it straight to voicemail.

Talking to Blue first thing in the morning had always been a pain, he always had something to complain about, usually involving something that you’d done the day before.

You got out of bed and made your way to the shower, your phone buzzed in your hand at least five times and you did your best to ignore it. You knew it was Blue spamming question marks or asking why you aren’t picking up.

You let your phone buzz the entire time you showered, almost purposefully taking your time, you knew you had time. He wasn’t coming to pick you up until 9:00.

You let your hands run all over your body as you rinsed off your favorite body wash, taking in the moment before you had to start a day that had been giving you anxiety for a long time.

When you’d been told a year ago that you’d be given an opportunity to be a part of this program you almost didn’t believe it to be real.

Even though Blue would be there, (despite him being your pick of partner you really couldn’t stand the guy) you said yes.

You said yes for one reason.

Song Mingi.

Blue’s best friend.

Yes. You knew it was wrong that you had always had the biggest crush on your boyfriend's best friend but he was everything Blue wasn’t in all the best ways.

Blue was a coward. Not in the way of getting scared of spiders or ghosts or things. But in the way you knew he’d throw anyone under the bus to save himself if needed, even you.

Mingi was never a coward, while you’d seen him let out a cute scream at a spider or two, you had trusted him with your life. You would trust him with anything.

And it’d been far too long since you’d seen that face…

So you agreed, and here you were, putting on your red lipstick in the mirror. You only wore red lipstick on special occasions and this was definitely to be one.

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Once you had gotten ready head to toe in your best you walked out the front door of your apartment building and made your way to the bustling front where taxis were leaving as fast as they arrived.

This city definitely didn’t ever stop.

It had always been going going going…

Just like you. Since the day you were born you’d kept pushing forward at a relentless pace, and here you were, staying in one of the most luxurious apartments in the city, paying for it with money you made.

Well…

“Are we doing this or not y/n? Did you go fucking deaf overnight?”

Blue.

You sighed and turned to see him yelling at you from the driver's seat of his flashy car.

It was a bright shade of teal, four seater car with purple coloring misted over it in spots almost too subtle to see. When the sun caught the paint the right way it lit up with the glitter mixed in and could get almost blinding. Inside was a blue haired man that never ceased to turn heads. It was much like the way you dressed head to toe in glamorous jewelry, your bright red shorts that matched your lipstick were far too short and shifted many glances their way.

You’d really missed dressing up this much. You only ever did when you were going to a job, it probably wasn’t the smartest idea to draw attention to yourself in your line of work. (though it had come in handy as a distraction a few times.)

But, you couldn’t help it, and neither could Blue. Maybe that's why despite all of the toxicity in your relationship you stayed together. You hung well on eachothers arms.

You hopped into the driver's seat and were instantly pulled into a sloppy wet kiss with an intruding tongue. You did your best not to gag and gave him a fake but believable smile as you pulled away.

“You’re making us late.” He grumbled and put his car into drive, he sped up so fast the wheels of the car skidded on the pavement and you were off.

You had to admit, while this was far from your first gig you could never escape the heavy beating of your heart that kicked in once you were on your way.

The interior of Blue’s car was just as extra as him. All black leather with blue lights places perfectly throughout the car to light it up in a cool hue. The deep blue reflected off Blue’s short but scruffy turquoise blue hair, giving it some more depth than it had when he was out of the car.

He did seem cooler when he drove..

Maybe that's another reason why despite his constant harsh words you were drawn to him.

You met him on a job where he was the driver, and the two of you had been tangled up with each other on and off ever since.

The car skidded to a stop and you felt your seatbelt click to halt you from falling too far forward.

You turned to Blue to glare at him for his rough driving but he wasn’t looking at you. He had a giant smile on his face as he waved almost childishly out the window.

Now realizing where you were you sucked in a silent gasp and quickly tugged down the mirror on the visor above you to make sure your hair and makeup were still alright.

You wiped a little bit of lipstick that Blue had smudged under your lips and shoved the visor back up as if nothing had happened.

You took in a deep breath this time, your heart pounding out of your chest, you swore it might actually give you a heart attack.

The bubbling warmness was coming up from your stomach to your throat until you couldn’t stop yourself from saying his name.

“Mingi!” you yelled out of the car window to him.

The tall man approaching your car silently now ducked down a bit to meet your eyes and gave you his signature body melting smile and a tiny wave that he kept close to his body.

Unlike you and Blue, Mingi wasn’t flashy. He was still friendly, and certainly could turn heads in his own way.

But it was almost like he knew he didn’t need to try. You wished you could feel more confident to be like that, effortlessly attractive, the kind of hot that makes you turn heads even when…

“You look like that's what you rolled out of bed wearing!” Blue scolded Mingi as he hopped into the back seat.

“Wow, I’m already being attacked? I’ve been here two seconds.” Mingi dramatically feigned being deeply offended.

Though, he likely *was* wearing what he woke up in. The man was in grey plaid pajama like sweatpants and an oversized plain black hoodie, his hair that had been dyed bright red at one point was now a pale and faded orange and he looked like he needed a couple extra hours of sleep.

But god. Was he the most perfect sight on the eyes. Even Blue, despite his asshole personality couldn’t help but love the man in a way you’d never seen him love anyone, even you.

They’d been best friends since grade school and when you started dating Blue you’d realized they were a package deal.

It always blew your mind how such polar opposite people could become friends. Mingi was kind where Blue was cruel, and Mingi was strong where Blue was weak.

You couldn’t help but kick yourself for sitting in the front seat that day years ago with Blue instead of getting in the backseat with Mingi.

Damn him and his flashy hair, and damn you and your addiction to shiny things, despite how poisonous they might be.

“You look just fine Mingi.” You giggled.

“Thank you.” He lifted his chin up jokingly and smugly. You chuckled and tried your hardest not to study his adorable features and make it obvious that you had some feelings here…

How could such polar opposite people become best friends?

Maybe they weren’t totally opposite, because they did share one thing in common, the same thing that you also had in common with them.

“So where did the app say to meet up?”

*Crimson Rexcruit*

The app each of you had on your phones.

The app you had met them through.

“There's supposed to be two more meeting us at the City Bank.” Blue mumbled off the last bit.

“Wait…” you felt maybe due to the mumbling you’d misheard.

Mingi as well had a confused expression on his face, leaning forward to put his head closer to the front seat.

“I’m sorry. Did you say City Bank? As in the largest bank in the city. As in the most guarded bank in the city?” He questioned his friend.

Blue simply nodded.

You felt your blood turn to ice and you were stiff in your seat.

“Um...Blue...That's not in our grade?” Your voice was almost a squeak.

The way the app worked was you had to have someone else with a high enough grade on the app to vouch for you. Once you had that you could unlock parts of the app that allowed you to take low level jobs with low pay until you got enough good reviews to move higher. You and your group had always hovered around the level of small gas station robberies, usually when no one was there, or only one attendant.

Mingi usually went in with whoever the app told you to meet up with. Blue was your getaway driver, and you were the lookout and distraction if needed.

It had always worked smoothly,it required little planning, and had almost become routine.

This bank robbery was jumping quite a few levels above what you were used to.

“It is now.” He said shortly, not taking his eyes off the road as he drove.

When you join a ‘Crew’ through the app you are required to appoint a leader, and your leader was Blue. The leader would get a lot of details about your jobs that the other crew members wouldn’t, it was to help with deniability and keeping information from getting around. But, damn did it get annoying when Blue kept things from you.

You rolled down your window a crack, remembering that Blue always kept a pack of cigarettes in his center console of his car. You went to grab for one and it was slammed shut almost pinching the tips of your fingers inside.

You yelped out a high pitched gasp and held your hand close to your chest.

Blue still looked at the road but one hand had left the steering wheel and was holding the console lid shut.

“Thought you quit.” He snapped.

You looked back to Mingi who was silent but obviously trying his hardest not to get involved, shifting his gaze out the window as if he couldn’t hear the two of you. He wasn’t one to get nervous or stand down. To anyone but Blue that is.

It was unfortunate because you knew that Mingi was the only one Blue would listen to.

“Well you’re really making me want one.” you said coldly, pissed off for a few reasons now.

“Oh well. There's not many left anyways and you always smoke two in a row for some reason.” He seemed to mock you for your habit.

“She can have one of mine.” Mingi offered from the back. Apparently now not pretending he wasn’t listening to the entire conversation.

“Thank you Mingi.” You sang smiling at him, unbuckling and turning all the way around in your seat so that your ass was almost poking against the windshield.

Blue cussed under his breath and seemed to debate on pushing you back into your seat.

You leaned into the backseat, opening your mouth with a slight smirk on your face, pleased that Blue wasn’t getting his way this time.

Mingi seemed to part his lips slightly along with you, staring at the space between yours.

His eyes locked onto the way your tongue slightly rolled behind your teeth as you waited for him to stop fumbling his fingers over the pack he was pulling out of his hoodie pocket and put the cigarette in your mouth.

His eyes only darted down for a quick second as he pulled one out, they were back to your lips like a magnet as he reached his hand out to place the cigarette between your lips.

You felt a place in the not too far back of your mind wish that instead of pulling his hand back away after that he’d let it linger, let a finger trail the border of your lips, tracing the red to memorize with his fingers the way he was with his eyes.

But, instead he quickly pulled away and relaxed back into his seat. He smiled a thin toothless smile at you, as if to say ‘our transaction here is done now.’

Which it was.

That didn’t make it less frustrating though. You didn’t huff though. You were used to bottling it all up, and you’d come to terms long ago with the fact that Mingi would never be yours.

Blue was who you had chosen, and he did have things about him that were positives to being his.

He was richer than Mingi. Being the leader came with an extra cut of the pay each job since he would be the one to get the highest charges if caught. It was fair, and none of you had ever argued it.

Blue was good in bed. Not that you didn’t imagine Mingi to be either…

But, you couldn’t really complain there. He liked to toss you around, and you liked to be tossed around.

You settled back into your seat and caught Blue giving you a sulky glance. You pretended not to notice and instead of addressing what would likely turn into a fight, you grabbed the lighter set in the cupholder. You lit your cigarette, tossing the lighter back into the cupholder without care, causing it to bounce down back out and down onto the floor.

Not caring to pick it up either you rolled down your window a bit more, letting the breeze carry the smoke out of the car.

Why was your heart still beating so fast? You knew how these jobs went, you knew how this job would go. Right?

It was quiet for a long time.

Blue usually liked to turn up his music and get hyped up before a job, so you took to just staring out the window as you smoked.

You caught a glimpse of mingi in the car’s rear view mirror. He was looking at you.

Instead of looking away from being caught staring, he stuck out his tongue goofily. You chuckled and coughed a bit on the hit you had been taking in.

Cute.

He was always so cute.

More seconds passed, or was it minutes?

You didn’t remember the drive to the bank taking this long…

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Finally your car was parked by a side door that you were told would be left unlocked for your crew and the two solo Crimson Rexruit users.

They came in a second car and were to assist Mingi with the robbery and they would take the money to the client that put the job out.

Your team never dealt with transporting the money, your money always promptly got distributed by your job title and deposited into your accounts by the app after the client received their money.

“Okay. I’ll go stand out and wait for the-” Mingi started.

“Wait.” Blue cut him off. Uncharacteristically he gulped, and his hands fidgeted on the steering wheel, though he’d already parked the car. He took a deep breath in and chuckled.

“So I’m actually going in with you this time. We need four for the job inside and they’d only hire five people.” Blue explained, then turned to you. “You’re gonna have to drive.”

“Excuse me?”

Though it was your thoughts exactly, it was Mingi’s voice that spoke.

Blue turned around as much as he could in his seat to face his best friend.

“She can do this and be look out. It’ll be fine.” though nothing in Blue’s nervous tone made you feel like everything was fine. Blue never went in...and this was going to be his first job inside?

“We all already have enough money to live the rest of our lives happily.” your hand shot out to Blue’s leg. “You know we don’t *have* to do this…” you tried to reason with him. You knew it was a lost cause, but you couldn’t help but try.

Once Blue had something on his mind there was no way anyone could stop him. Except maybe…

“Mingi?” you whipped your head around to face him, hoping that he could yell some sense into his friend.

“I-...” He seemed to debate in his mind for a while. “If it's what the app told him…” he shrugged “We’ll be fine.” he gave another thin unsure smile.

You sighed. It was worth a shot.

“Okay.”

Blue and Mingi got out of the car and you moved over into the driver's seat, adjusting it for yourself and rolling the window down all the way while they spoke with the other men that had just arrived.

Your boyfriend walked over to the window and pulled you into another cringeworthy kiss.

“I’ll be back in no time baby.” he winked at you. You smiled, looking him up and down before he walked away.

He really was something else. While you didn’t particularly like him much, you never would wish harm on him. Your stomach had already been in knots before you had learned he’d be going in as well. It was almost impossible to handle the feeling that came after.

Mingi next walked over to you, bending down and resting his elbows on the ledge of the open window.

“I’ll look after him.” Mingi smiled. “Won’t take my eyes off him.”

You nodded, “I know you’ll look after him.” of course he will. As much as Blue loved Mingi, Mingi loved him right back.

His eyes narrowed into a different expression, and he started to almost speak but instead shut his lips tightly, as if to completely block any words from slipping out. Mingi pulled out another cigarette from his pack, surprising you and causing you to jump a bit as he boldly just placed it between your lips.

“You never had your second one.” He chuckled

You exhaled a breath you hadn’t even realized you’d been holding in. It almost caused the cigarette to fall from your lips to your lap.

“Oh yeah.” You muttered, the stick between your lips muffling your words, “s’been a while.”

He then smiled with a nod and stood up, patting the top of the car before starting to walk away.

“Mingi!” You yelled out. The unlit cigarette not saved from its fall this time.

He instantly spun back around and raised his eyebrows.

“Yeah y/n?”

He spoke your name so beautifully. So clearly like cool water hitting your throat on a hot day.

You almost forgot what you were going to say, smiling goofily for a moment as a smile grew on his face in return.

“You stay safe too.” you spoke.

He chuckled and nodded, sticking his hands in his hoodie pocket.

“I will, don’t worry.” he winked.

You felt your heart flutter just before it sank. He pulled a gun from his hoodie pocket to show you. Flashing it just for a moment before returning it and leaving his hands into stay.

He smirked and returned to where Blue and the other men were talking.

Mingi never carried a gun…

He hadn’t known this job would be different…

Why the *fuck* did he have a gun?

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You waited for far too long. The unlit cigarette sitting under your lap motionless. Just like you.

Your hands were gripped on the steering wheel so tightly your fingers hurt. But it was the only thing distracting you from what you knew what was to come.

Any second the door they all went in would open and you’d need to make sure your foot was on the pedal as fast as you could to get your crew out of there.

It was just taking so long.

Did it really take that long?

The anxiety was getting too much to handle and you remembered the cigarette in your lap.

Your hands were so shakey you could barely bring it to your lips, but it made it there in time.

You went to grab for the lighter in the cup holder and upon your hand only hitting plastic you remembered you’d dropped it on the floor on the passenger seat.

You leaned over to rummage around, not seeing it anywhere and figuring it must’ve gone under the seat you started to go to move it back…

And at that moment the sound of the metal door being swung open echoed out in the alley you were parked in with a loud bang, causing you to jump up and hit your head on the underside of the dashboard.

You quickly say up in a panic.

After that was only the sound of footsteps hitting the pavement as fast as they could.

The passenger side door was flung open and a panicked Mingi hopped inside.

In his arms was a giant duffle bag, and on his hands was…

“Mingi is that blood?” Your jaw hung open.

“Fucking drive y/n.” he hissed in a stern tone you’d never before that day heard from him.

“B-Blue?” You stuttered out your lower lip trembling.

“DRIVE!” he screamed, slamming a hand on the dashboard so loudly that your foot smashed onto the gas without you even meaning to. The car jerked forward and you just kept going.

It seemed like your body had decided from here on out to autopilot.

Everything seemed like it was moving forward faster than it ever had in your life. This city certainly moved fast but the distance between you and wherever Blue was right now was growing faster.

You didn’t seem to be running from anyone so once you got a few blocks over you started going the speed limit and tried your best to blend into traffic in Blue’s flashy car while a bloody Mingi sat wide eyed and silent beside you.

He was trying to take deep breaths to calm himself down but seemed to be struggled to get one out without it getting caught in his throat.

You drove and drove for what felt like an hour, pulling into the driveway of a house a few towns over you’d stayed at a few times with Blue on vacation. He didn’t own it or anything, yet the keys did happen to be on Blue’s keychain. He’d managed to snag himself a print of it the last time you’d stayed there.

For some reason it was the place your body had just brought you to.

And you felt then that it was lucky it had. There were no cars parked out front and all of the lights were turned off. It looked extremely vacant.

You parked and rushed over to Mingi’s side of the car, opening his door frantically.

“Are you hurt?”

He was clutching the duffle bag tightly, lightly knocking his head against it while muttering.

“Mingi!” you spoke quietly but sternly.

He shook his head against the bag. His bloodied fingers that were locked intertwined with each other had now dried and likely smeared blood onto the bag as well.

“Then we gotta get into the house and find something to cover up this car.” You grabbed him by the arm trying to prompt him to get out of the car.

He was reluctant at first but after a few tugs nodded and let you help him out of the car.

You walked him to the door of the house, looking around double checking if you were followed.

It seemed to be in the clear, and the house was fairly secluded, probably a half mile either way before you’d see another house. Yet, with Blue’s very stand out choice of ride, it was still better safe than sorry to find something to cover it up.

That was step two.

Step one was to get Mingi inside.

After missing the keyhole a few times you finally got the door unlocked and Mingi (without your assistance, and despite you trying to reach out to help him) stumbled over to a couch in the first room the entrance led to. He almost fell into it, the duffle bag still clutched tightly in his arms.

“You stay there.” Your voice was scratchy, as if you’d been screaming, had you screamed at some point?

Mingi didn’t respond, eyes held shut and he laid down onto his side.

It seemed like that was him agreeing so you nodded and took to searching the house for some sort of blanket or tarp.

You found a large cover in the bathroom of the home and made your way out to the front lawn with it, glancing back to make sure Mingi was still resting on the couch. He was, exactly how you’d left him.

As you pulled the sheet over the car you noticed a bit of blood on the dashboard where Mingi’s hand had hit.

It was not a sight you’d ever expected to see. It was obviously something that everyone who did the things you did had to consider at some point…

But when it actually happened it made you realize you had never *really* thought through the consequences of what your Crew was doing.

The realness of the danger was a lot different than the rush and thrill of getting away with it. There wasn’t anything sexy about this moment, not like all the other times where the adrenaline had you and Blue ripping each other's clothes off the minute you walked into the door after a job.

Blue...

No. This felt more like being sick, every kind of sick you’d ever felt all at once.

You hurried to finish getting the car covered and sped back into the house.

“Mingi?” you called out to the man still motionless on the couch.

He remained silent, squeezing the bag closer to his chest.

“Mingi where's Blue?” You walked over to him, kneeling down next to him.

He winced at his friend's name, shook his head, and rolled over away from you.

As always, no one tells you anything. Even when it could be life or death.

This time you decided to make a huff. It was immature of you but you weren’t quite in control of your emotions.

You stood up and ripped the duffle bag from his arms, tossing it across the room.

Almost in the same moment, as if to replace the loss of the duffle bag, Mingi’s arm shot out at you. His hand to your waist pulling you down, causing you to lose balance and topple onto the couch on top of him.

He shifted himself to make room for the two of you and brought you in tightly, even tighter than he’d been holding that bag.

Now he started to sob.

You’d never seen Mingi cry, let alone anyone cry with such a raw and rough outpouring of emotion.

His hands now started to scramble across your back, his full body shaking as he sobbed, and your hands running through his hair until the two of you drifted off to an unintentional sleep.

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You couldn’t help but notice the way every curve of Mingi’s body was pressed up against you when you woke up a couple hours later.

His pajama pants not leaving much of a barrier between himself and the shorts you were wearing as he shifted his front closer to you.

As much as you wanted to press back into him…

As much as you could…

The (even) bigger situation here set in.

You sat up, almost knocking him off the couch onto the floor.

“Hm?” He mumbled at you.

“Mingi wake up.” you shook his shoulder.

As if he’d for a moment completely forgotten the events of earlier, and only saw what he thought must’ve been a dream. A dream where you had fallen asleep next to him. Maybe a dream he’d had many times, since he smiled fondly, and almost with a hint of familiarity.

That faded all too quickly though as the sleepiness lifted its fog on his brain.

His eyes no longer held any light, it drained instantly and he shot off the couch. Stumbling clumsily back.

“Fuck.” Wide eyed he pulled the gun out of his pocket.

“I’d had that pressed against me this whole time!?” you almost screamed at him.

“The safety is…” He fumbled it over in his hands. “On...now…” he winced.

“Fuck Mingi.” you muttered, standing up and walking over to him. “Please put that thing somewhere...not here.”

He nodded with no hesitation and walked into the kitchen, putting it in one of the drawers.

When he returned he sat on the couch with his hands on his elbows and his mouth pressed firmly into his hands.

“Tell me what happened Mingi.” you sat down next to him, putting a hand on the fabric of his sweater over his bicep, feeling him flex slightly at your touch. “Please” you pleaded.

He nodded and moved his hands, sighing and shaking his head.

“It was a set up...but not for us.” He sucked a deep breath in slightly starting to tremble “ Once we were almost out of there Blue got a text. Not from the client but from the app. The message told him we had an option...If we killed the two solo partners we’d get their share of the money. I-” he paused “I don’t get why but Blue instantly seemed on board he just...lit up.” Mingi waved his hand over his face. “Fuck. Fuck y/n. He wasn’t acting himself I swear.”

He was now pleading to you almost.

“Okay…” you started to play with the hem of your shorts as you prompted him to continue.

“Y/n...he was gonna do it. He...did. Do it..” he cocked his head to the side biting down on his lip and whimpering slightly.

You sucked in. You had known that was coming next. You really had.

In a question of whether Blue would be capable of something like that, (while Mingi seemed to think it was out of character for him) your answer would have always been yes. Yes he could, and yes he did.

“He took my gun out of my hands almost instantly y/n...and it was so quick.” tears now started to pool in his eyes. He cleared his throat and took another breath. “Um...yeah. He shot them. Just...like that.” he blinked a few times.

“Oh…” was all you could manage to reply. It was quiet for a bit until Mingi started muttering something under his breath. He was starting to rock back and forward slightly where he sat.

“So you left him behind?” you asked.

“Ah.” His voice cracked. “I didn’t mean to. Everything was just so...fast.” he muttered, standing up and leaving the room in a hurry.

You pursed your lips together, not following him right away. Sitting with that thought again.

Blue had killed the two other partners. Blue had killed two people.

It wasn’t the kind of feeling that would ever be shaken. Even sixty years from now this memory would be one of the last on your mind.

You let yourself cry a moment. Finally.

You cried for Blue and what he’d done. You cried for the people he’d killed and their loved ones, and those right now expecting them home.

“y/n?” Mingi’s voice called from the other room.

“Not now Mingi.” you choked out, your emotions slowly gaining momentum.

Fluffy orange hair poked around the corner of the room, he was in the kitchen now peeking around into the living room area you sat in.

“Tea?” He wiggled a box he must’ve found in the closet, he was putting on a fake smile, it could’ve been more for himself than you, but it helped.

You nodded, wiping the wetness from your eyes with the back of your hand.

He returned not too much later with two green mugs in his hand, setting them down on a table beside the couch.

Mingi then sat down hard next to you, shaking the couch a bit and chuckling at his clumsiness.

You smiled slightly and reached out for one of the mugs that was on the other side of him.

He caught your arm gently wrapping his fingers around your wrist and holding you for a moment, looking into your eyes with ones filled to the brim with pain.

“Um. The tea is still pretty hot. I wouldn’t” he explained himself, giving you your arm back.

You looked over to the steam rolling off the top of the mug.

This isn’t fun.

Why did you do this?

What was the point of any of this?

Why did you choose this…

You debated screaming out for an escape. You knew the words you could say…

But you weren’t ready yet. Not yet.

And then there it was.

Your reminder and reason for doing this.

Mingi smiled your way. Maybe a bit forced still, but a completely body melting smile.

You instantly rested your head on his shoulder, wishing you could do more than that in this moment. Begging your body to let you do more than just gently rest your head on his shoulder.

Your hand could easily move out to his knee and trail up his leg...

But not yet. As much as you knew it would help the two of you. As much as you were 99% sure right now in this moment you both wanted more than just your head on his shoulder, it wouldn’t be right. Not right now.

Your eyes did flash to the clock hanging on the wall for the first time in a while. It was only 5pm. It seemed like a week had passed since this morning.

You let more seconds pass with your head on Mingi’s shoulder, there wasn’t much else you could do.

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A few hours later Mingi was cooking you both dinner. There wasn’t much in the cabinets that hadn't expired. No one had been here for a while.

Yet he swore he could whip something up with what he could find.

You’d chuckled and agreed to let him try while you laid out and read magazines on the couch, admiring the bright red toenail polish on your toes and wiggling your feet lost in the moment...forgetting the moment.

Until a loud clatter of pans snapped you out of it.

You jumped off the couch and ran to the kitchen to find Mingi on the floor holding his hand with a pained look on his face.

“Oh my god!” you ran over to him, crouching down and pulling his hand from being held to his chest to where you could see. “You’ve burned yourself. Here…” you stood and started to pull him up by his good arm.

“I’ve got it y/n” he hissed. Standing up on his own and turning the faucet on.

“It didn’t look too bad. It should feel better really soon” you tried to comfort him. A pot of half boiled noodles and water was splattered all over the floor.

“Y/n I’m so sorry…” He muttered.

“It’s just pasta.” You shrugged.

That didn’t seem to be what he was talking about. But he simply just said, “Yeah”

“Let me wrap your hand up at least.” You figured there had to be a first aid kit somewhere in the house.

He nodded and sighed, looking down at his hand and shaking his head.

You’d never seen him so out of sorts. Though who wouldn’t be after what he said he saw.

You wondered how he could’ve burned his hand that badly on a pot that definitely had a long handle.

It hurt to think on that curiosity for too long. You were pretty sure the answer was one you wouldn’t like hearing.

There was some gauze in a bathroom closet thankfully, though not much it seemed enough to wrap his hand.

You walked back out to the kitchen to see it empty. Peeking around the corner to where the living room was you saw Mingi sitting on the couch poking at his burn with his other hand.

“Leave that alone.” You snapped. It startled him, yet when he saw you his face softened and his body seemed to relax into the couch.

“Sorry.” he muttered.

“Here.” You sat down next to him. You didn’t mean to sit so close, but when you sat the couch seemed to slide you close to him, assisting your body’s efforts to be as near as possible to this man.

The side of your leg was now completely pressed against his. It didn’t seem to miss his attention either.

When you looked at his face there was the softest smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. You almost involuntarily gulped at how undeniably sexy his expression was. How completely enchanting sitting this close to him was…

“H-hand.” you mumbled, holding your own hand out.

You felt the soft fabric of his hoodie now brushing against your shoulder as he moved even closer putting his hand palm up in yours.

The burn looked a bit worse than it had earlier, but seemed like it would heal alright on its own. You couldn’t risk taking him to a hospital anyways.

Slowly you took the roll of gauze and while gently holding his hand up you started to carefully wrap it around.

You almost zoned out into your task, making sure that you were doing it just right, diligently keeping your eyes on his hand. Well...until you were almost done and your eyes accidentally wandered up from the burn in the center of his hand to his fingers. It seemed to take your eyes longer than you realized to study them all the way up to the tip. Maybe you were trying to picture the feeling…

You slowly shifted your gaze up to Mingi and realized that his eyes had been locked on your face this entire time. He’d been studying you study his hands, his lips starting to quiver as he watched you purse yours in concentration. It’d almost seemed that he’d found it attractive the way you had been so focused on taking care of him.

Now that you were face to face you were hit with a slight embarrassment for being so close. His face being only inches from your own.

You started to pull back from him, but his lips quickly parted and he let out a small noise in protest.

Time seemed to still.

Maybe it had.

Maybe you were being blessed with a few more seconds to linger on that cute pout on his face.

On the way his hair was still so messy from sleeping earlier. On the way that despite the pain in both of your eyes, despite the hurt that you’d always carry from this day...you wanted nothing more in this moment than him.

Finally.

You leaned forward to him, finally pressing a soft kiss on to his lips. His body completely tensed up in surprise. He held both his hand away from you as if something horrible would happen if he touched you.

Quickly you pulled back, thinking you must’ve misread the moment.

“Oh.” You brought your hand to your lips and tugged at your lower one a bit embarrassed.

“y/n.” Mingi spoke in a pained tone.

Your eyes had dropped down to your lap and you didn’t quite feel like looking back up at him.

“y/n.” this time he whispered. That time was for him, almost like your name would soothe whatever it was he was feeling in this moment.

You jumped when you felt his fingers on your face. He had his good hand now gently tucked under your chin, coaxing your face over to look at him.

“I’m not a good person. I’m no better than…” he seemed to plead this at you, then let go of your chin with a sigh.

It made no sense to you. How could he think he was a bad person. How could he even think to start to compare himself to Blue like that.

You shook your head.

“You could never be like him Mingi. He *killed* people.” you shuddered. “I-” you paused. “I’m sorry I kissed you. You’re going through a lot, we both are.”

His eyes suddenly widened and now both his hands were on your face.

“No!” he almost shouted. “Fuck.”

You were being held now close enough that you could just ever so slightly lean forward and brush your lips against his again.

“I shouldn’t do this.” He whispered, you could feel the soft breath of his voice against your skin.

You closed your eyes for a moment and felt a warm wave wash over you. He was so perfect and beautiful, and he was hurting so badly.

You had no idea what was really going on inside of him. If you did maybe you wouldn’t be doing this. Maybe you would’ve agreed. But, then again, when the morals were put aside, neither of you could deny that not only did you both want this but…

“Mingi please. You have no idea how many years I’ve wanted you, and I know you want me too.” you finally felt the words you’d carried for a long time lift from your chest, they were a weight gone that you’d always thought you’d die with.

He froze again, processing likely. His lips muttered something silently. You figured he was thinking on how he also had been ready to die with the thoughts he’d kept of you. Like you, he had probably decided that he would settle for the small glances and giggles, and the miniscule flirtatious exchanges that Blue had always seemed to let slide.

Neither of you had ever thought anything would come of this.

But, neither of you had ever wanted anything more.

It was Mingi’s turn to put his lips to yours.

All the air in your body seemed to leave as he almost pounced on you, pressing your back to the couch and roughly hooking one of your legs around his waist.

You were swirling with the feelings of arousal and surprise. You felt a throb between your legs. Yes. If you could have anything in the world it would be this.

It would be him.

The way his pillowy lips moved against yours contrasted so starkly in comparison to Blue’s sloppy uncontrolled kisses. Mingi kissed you like he was tasting his favorite food, savouring each moment and letting you melt into his mouth.

You had a hand tangled in his hair, his scruffy orange locks gave you quite a good handful to grip onto and you pulled his head to the side, putting your lips to the soft skin of his neck and parting your lips to suck.

He growled out at the feeling and started to grind himself against you. Through the thin fabric of his pants you could feel the throbbing length of his cock start to grow against your leg.

He continued to hump into you, pressing you into the couch as he did and moving himself so that you could grind yourself against his leg in return.

You gasped out almost instantly when you felt his muscular thighs press into you. You began to reflexively roll your hips against him, hoping to find some relief to the now aching need growing.

When your lips had left his neck, they gifted him with a beautiful purple mark on his skin. You smiled at your artwork and gave it a quick peck.

Mingi chuckled and brought his lips back to yours, giving you some more perfectly placed kisses.

He then winced and let out a hiss. He’d started to move his injured hand down to where your bodies were still moving against each other desperately. In the heat of the moment he’d forgotten his injury. Shaking his head at himself he bit his lower lip and moved himself so that he could get his good hand between your legs.

He pressed two fingers against the outside of your shorts and rubbed a few times, giving you a mischievous smile as he noticed your eyes start to roll back at his touch.

He walked his fingers up to the button of your shorts, not taking long with getting it undone and unzipping them in one firm pull.

Mingi leaned down and nipped at your lower lip causing you to squeak and giggle. His eyes sparkled back down at you,

He then moved himself to the side to get his hand in a better position, have his fingers start to tickle and play at the hem of your panties.

You felt a warm shiver bring goosebumps to the top of your skin. You smiled up at him in amazement at his affect on you.

He also didn’t miss the effect he was having as he started to slide his fingers below that line.

It felt like a lifetime of waiting.

This.

The thing that had made it worth pushing through those jobs. That made you keep building and growing even after everything you’d been through in your life.

Him.

The person who held your heart so tightly when he hadn’t even known it, his eyes that held so many captured memories of you.

Whether it was letting his eyes linger too long on the way smoke would fall from your lips as you’d stand lookout smoking your second cigarette. The first one was always on the way there for the nerves of getting to the job.

You snapped back to the moment when Mingi’s finger pressed firmly on your clit and started to circle.

You moaned out a soft hum and let your head fall back into the couch.

Mingi hummed back a pleasure filled soft groan in a response to your noises, and moved his finger down to gather some of the now dripping wetness from your entrance and bring it back up to your clit, swirling it around in circles coating you in your own wetness.

Your hips bucked up into his hand, but he pressed you back down firmly.

“Stay still baby. Let me.” He ordered, his hand now flat and held heavy to keep you from moving. “Are you gonna stay still?” he started the ever so slightly wiggle his fingers. The small movement causing you to want nothing more to jerk your hips up again, but you obeyed. You wanted nothing more than to please him now that you finally had him.

“Yes!” You desperately gasped out.

Mingi’s eyes were wild and while there were pained memories behind them, in the front, in this moment was lust. You could see glazed over and excited eyes hungrily scanning and making their way from where his hand was in your shorts, and where your lips parted as you moaned for him.

He pushed you further and further towards the high he was taking you to. Taking turns between dipping his fingers into your soaking hole and bringing them back up to flick over your clit at a relentless pace.

“I-I’m close.” You gasped out.

He dropped his forehead to yours, and gave you a few encouraging pecks on the cheek.

“Please.” he moaned, begging to feel you cum under his fingers.

You felt him pick up his pace, his fingers rubbing against you now just where you needed them.

You bit down on your lip and tossed your head back, moaning and uttering out a mix of swears and Mingi’s name.

“Damn…” He whispered, his fingers still on you, now just slowly sliding over your sensitive nub as you twitched under him. He gradually slowed his pace until he was lifting his hand out from your shorts, letting you come down from your orgasm.

You felt pure bliss and happiness. There was nothing in the world besides Song Mingi.

He was now standing up and lifting his hoodie quickly up over his head.

You’d actually never seen him shirtless. You’d always wondered and imagined…

When his shirt would slip up occasionally and you’d catch a glimpse you swore you’d get so light headed you’d end up on the floor.

So this? For him to be standing in front of you, taking his shirt off and almost presenting himself to you with a cocky smirk.

You were lucky you were already laying down.

He tossed his hoodie and the shirt under it off to the side, now standing in front of you in only his pants that hung far too low on his hips.

His tongue darted out quickly to wet his lower lip.

“Yeah?” He looked down at himself then back up to you.

As if he needed to ask. How could you not find him sexy. Every inch of him he’d revealed seemed to be just as effortlessly sexy as the rest of him. You wouldn’t have expected anything less, but that definitely didn’t stop it from taking your breath away.

“Fuck yes.” you nodded in approval, giving him an obvious look up and down.

“Yeah, I thought so.” he smiled as he hopped back on top of you on the couch.

He slipped his hand back into your pants for a moment and rubbed you a little more, collecting some of your wetness on his fingers and bringing it up to your lips.

“Open.” he whispered his command, his eyes were heavy lidded and almost in a trance now staring at your lips with unwavering attention.

You parted them just enough for him to push his two fingers inside. He slid them on your tongue and you closed your lips tightly around them, flicking your tongue along as you took your lips from the base of his fingers up to the tip.

He took a sharp breath in that caught in his throat, and he moved his hips needily against you hoping to find some relief for his very apparent hardness pressed to your center now.

“I want you Mingi. I’ve always wanted you.” You spoke as he sat back on his heels on the couch to pull your shorts and panties off. He held one of your legs up after your clothes had been tossed aside and rested it on his shoulder.

He pressed the gentlest kiss you’d ever felt right above your ankle, then trailed his lips all the way down your leg, making you shudder and tremble at every touch.

“Mingi…” you moaned out when his lips hovered near your still dripping lips between your legs. He didn’t stay there though, he kept moving himself up, pulling up your shirt as he left more kisses on your skin.

Your stomach twitched, getting slightly ticklish at the feeling as he kissed near your sides.

Pulling up the fabric of your shirt further left him now with another barrier still as he reached your bra.

His hands made a quick job of unhooking your bra and fully tossing the rest of your clothes aside. His burn still wrapped but the pain apparently ignored and pushed aside by his want.

He excitedly breathed out a “There.” and dove his head down taking one of your nipples into his mouth and flicking the tip of his tongue.

“Fuck!” You hissed out, your hands shooting to his hair and holding him close to you.

“Sensitive nipples baby?” He pulled his mouth off you just slightly to speak.

“Mmm.” Was your only reply, and you tried to push his head back down onto you, needing to feel him more. He delivered exactly what you wanted with a breathy chuckle, making your nipple back into his mouth, his good hand was on your other breast, now taking that nipple between two fingers and lightly pinching.

You yelped out and squirmed with pleasure under his touch.

“Fuck me already Mingi!” you almost growled, grabbing his hair and pulling his head off of you and facing you.

You didn’t think you could take another second without feeling him inside of you.

His hand left your tits and scurried to the hem of his pants at your order. His eyes were excited and surprised at your intensity, but he seemed to be extremely turned on by it, and started to comply with your request right away.

He seemed to sigh with relief as he pulled his pants down and let his cock spring free. He took himself in his hand and moved a few shallow pumps around the base of his shaft before moving to position himself at your hole.

“I’ve imagined this so many times…” he whispered, pausing and moving the head of his cock up and down against you. Your hips seemed to move up towards him on their own power, hearing that like you he’d imagined this moment over and over was music to your ears.

“Fuck me now Mingiiii” you whined out.

Finally he lowered his head to rest next to yours, burying himself in your neck and burying his cock fully into you in the same motion.

You gasped out at the sudden feeling.

He didn’t wait long before moving. Your walls clenched around him as he picked up his pace and your nails were scraping against his back before you knew it.

You hooked both of your legs around his waist giving him a position to move deeper inside of you. He took what you gave him and started to pound into you at a pace that had you unable to hold back your moans, they had now turned almost to screams of pleasure.

Mingi made his own beautiful noises, grunts and groans that you’d be committing to memory forever.

You wished that this moment could last forever..

But, as he started to roll his hips into you now at the most desperate and careless pace so far, you knew he was close to his finish.

“y/n…” he whined out needily before biting down on your shoulder and thrusting himself into a few more rough times.

You could feel the warmness of his cum filling you up as he stilled. He gasped out a soft “F-fuck” as his cock twitched and emptied every last drop that you were milking out of him, slowly moving your hips while he reveled in the moment of his orgasm.

He pulled out of you and rolled to his side next to you, clutching you tightly and bringing you to his chest. His eyes shut and he was muttering something too quiet to hear against the top of your head.

He looked so peaceful, and happy, like a man who’d never been touched by all the cruel things that this world had to offer. Like a Mingi that you wished could stay with you for the rest of your life.

Like the Mingi you wished that he really was.

The second cigarette was while you stood waiting, it was for the nerves of Mingi’s safety.

Every time that goofy smiling man went into one of the buildings your crew was told to show at, you feared for his life.

You’d never asked him or Blue why they got onto Crimson Rexcruit. It was sort of customary not to ask. They’d never asked you why you joined.

You wouldn’t have minded if they did. It was pretty simple for you. You wanted money, and you didn’t really have many skills, but you craved shiny things.

Blue seemed to fall into the same boat as you, he loved all of the flashy and pretty things that came with the money crime brought in, and all of his talents aligned well with this line of work.

Mingi though you never understood.

Why would such a sweet, well mannered and kind person take up a life of stealing and...whatever else it was he did that you didn’t want to think about when he went into jobs.

You didn’t like to watch in on him, keeping your eyes to the outside, making sure you could tip the crew off if things seemed off or cops were on their way.

That didn’t mean you weren’t curious, curious about the man that Mingi turned into that would get him to force a cashier to hand over their entire store’s safe.

Did he scream? You’d never heard him scream…

Not before today that was.

Did he threaten them?

Did he always bring that gun…

“Mingi?” you asked softly to the man nuzzling his head against you. You reached out to play with a few strands of his hair.

“Yes?” he mumbled into you.

*Ask him why he brought the gun…*

“Where do you think Blue is…”

Mingi’s body tensed up, he stopped nuzzling against you.

“I-” he bit down hard on his lower lip and shut his eyes. “Can’t we just have this moment?”

*of course we can. Please let's stop this and just have this moment*

“No...I need to know Mingi.” your voice spoke.

He slowly sat up, pulling himself back into his pants. You sat up with him, tugging a knit blanket that was hanging from the back of the couch and wrapping yourself in it. It was itchy against your skin, but you’d shivered the moment Mingi’s touch left you.

“Y/n…” His hands were balled into tight fists, you were scared he might break a finger.

*Tell him it's okay. Tell him he doesn’t need to worry about this right now.*

“Please Mingi, tell me what happened...all of it.” your voice spoke sternly.

Mingi’s head snapped right to you, and he let the words just fly out.

“I shot him. He’s dead, I shot him.” his tone was emotionless but his hands were shaking so hard…

*reach out and grab him*

“You...what…” your voice was wavering now.

“I went to grab the gun from him after he shot the two men...I- it happened so fast...we were both screaming...I was telling him to give it to me and somehow we got on the ground…” now he was falling apart, choking on every word. “He had the gun pointed to my fucking head. He had his finger on the fucking trigger and he said ‘They told me I could kill all of you and walk out of here, you owe me your life asshole’ he screamed it and...I wasn’t even thinking.” He buried his hands in his hair and tugged down hard. “Damnit.” he muttered “I turned it on him, then I grabbed it and fucking turned it on him...and just...shot…”

You were like a statue in place, your blood might have even stopped flowing, your heart definitely stopped beating.

That...didn’t sound like Mingi.

Mingi would’ve thrown away the gun.

“Wh-” You trembled, not able to bring out anything more.

“You don’t understand what it's like when you’re in there y/n.” he sucked in a wavering breath, trying to collect himself but speaking in a raspy voice. “It’s like you’re in survival mode...things in your brain work a bit differently...um” he shook his head, “that's not an excuse. Fuck. Fuck” Mingi grabbed a television remote from the table next to him and threw it at the wall angrily, it hit and split into a few pieces, the batteries flying across the other side of the room.

‘ *Hold him. Please. Let me reach out and hold him* ‘

“I can’t even look at you…” your voice muttered.

‘ *no…let me look at him a little longer* ‘

“I feel like I’m gonna be sick…” your voice spoke again.

Everything was spinning and you couldn’t bring yourself to look at anything but your hands in your lap.

‘ *not yet, not yet,* ‘

“Y/n. I’m so...fucking sorry. Dammit he was my best friend. How do you think I feel?” his broken voice rang in your ears, yet you still didn’t look up at him.

A loud clock started to tick in your ears, it thumped louder than your heart was beating in your chest.

‘ *not yet, please not yet,* ‘

If you could do anything to turn back time…

To change things, to make this moment anything but what it was…

‘ *Tell him you love him.* ‘

Louder than everything you’d heard today was the knock on the door, and the voice that yelled out.

“Police! Open up! You’re surrounded!”

You turned to face Mingi in horror, watching as he snapped into action running to the kitchen and grabbing the gun from the drawer he’d stashed it in.

“Mingi wait you don’t have to-” You gasped out, grabbing his arm as he rushed frantically back into the living room with you.

He looked crazed, an opposite man to the one cuddled to your side only moments ago.

*Ask him why he brought the gun*

He nervously fumbled with the safety on the gun and then turned to you.

“Get the fuck in the other room.” He was serious and stern, his eyes were pleading.

‘*Let me stay with him. Please. Please.*’

The voice outside the door yelled out again.

“We’re coming in!” It boomed out in warning.

“I said GO!” Mingi screamed, his whole body shaking with the force of his words.

There was a crash of something hitting the front door.

You had your eyes on Mingi, and he had his wide nervous eyes on the door as he raised his gun, held it out in front of him towards where the noise had come from.

And time stood still.

The world went quiet. All except for a sob that ripped through your throat as you fell to your knees.

“PLEASE!” you screamed out. Finally the voice that had been in your head begging to be let out was speaking. “Mingi I love you!”

He was still frozen, holding the gun out in front of him. In front of him the door was hung in mid air, it had been busted through by the police and you could see the start of a leg that had begun to push its way into the house before everything stopped.

“Let me tell him I love him.” your hands were pressed to the floor grasping at nothing as you sobbed.

A voice echoed in the room.

“You know we can only let you do things that were in your memories.”

“I know...but can’t we try?” you pleaded, staring at the ceiling, not quite sure where to direct your attention.

“No, It's impossible.” it spoke in monotone.

You took one last look at the beautiful troubled man in front of you, studying every last image, photographing his eyes, his lips, his hands, even though they were clutching that gun.

The gun that you will never even at your dying breath be able to figure out why he had on him that day.

You’d hoped to also find a bit of clarity here for that.

But, like it had been all your life, it would stay a mystery to you.

It seemed like you’d only blinked and you were back in a blindingly white room.

The beeping of monitors clicked everywhere around you.

“Hello y/n. Welcome back.” The voice from inside the room spoke to you. It belonged to a man in a white coat who stood over you now.

He reached down to your arm and started to check the chords and tubes you were hooked up to.

Your arm…

You looked down to see the wrinkled and aged skin that had seen many many years after that day, but had never forgotten what it felt like to touch Mingi.

Mingi had died that day, almost seconds after that last moment you saw him. The police had seen the gun in his hands and there was no hesitation.

You had cowered on the ground beside him, holding him as long as you could.. It had taken two officers to pull you off of his body.

“I’m sorry that It didn’t get to be everything you wanted…” The doctor spoke, his hand hovering over a blue button. “Are you still ready?”

Was it everything you wanted?

No...not quite.

But life never really was. That didn’t make the good parts any less enjoyable.

“Yes. I’m ready. I got to see his face one last time.”

The doctor nodded, “You’ve had a hell of a life y/n.”

You felt a warm smile grow on your face and you shut your eyes, relaxing back into your bed.

Mingi’s body melting smile flashed one last time in your mind.

“Yeah, I really have.”

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✍ Thank u very much!!

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Prologue

“Well, it definitely was not well-paying.” mmm relatable ✋🏻😌

“There was a bond of sorts between them. Elena could feel, even pinpoint sometimes what the little bean was sensing, and knew that we was the same with her.” FORCE SENSITIVE READER???!!!

“The bond between Bean and her suddenly swelled, as if something clicked into place.” love how you still allowed Grogu and Din to have their moment!!

Such a great start to the series and the ending really compelled me to want more!

Ch.1

“The only thing she currently knew about their captor was that he did not talk much, and he had not displayed tendencies in being violent at random. He did not snap at her or at the baby to keep up. Yet.” I love being able to see Din from a captor’s perspective!

“He stared down at her, before sighing deeply. ‘...Thank you.’ Elena faked surprise. ‘Oh, you do have manners.’“ Precious boy Din!!!

Ch.2

“’Don’t touch me,’ he threatened quietly, and Elena instantly shrank back, heart pounding. Feeling a flush rise up in her face bacsue of how foolish she felt, she just held up her palms a little awkwardsly bevause of the cuffs, trying to placate him. He simply turned around, and ignored her timid, ‘I’m sorry.’“ !!! My heart panged ugh!

“The world suddenly went flying and she found herself pinned under the Mandalorian, his hand curling around her throat, the other pressing her into the ground. She gasped, both in shock and at the force with which he had slammed her into the ground, and clawed at his hand, scabbling underneath him.” NOT ME HAVING SOME THOTS DONT MIND MEEE

Ch.3

“Bean did not listen to him though, and just swallowed the mudjumper in one piece. He then burped loudly, beaming up at them and giggling. The Mandalorian sighed.” PRECIOUS

“Not daring to look up, she stood with her arms full of things, waiting for the Mandalorian to make space so she could pass through. Her heart was beating fast, limbs almost seizing up in fear the longer she and Bean were under his scrutiny. He did, after another moment where his visor was trained on them, and let them through. Almost fleeing from him, she did not know if she imagined the sigh he gave as the door to the bathroom shut with a click.“ OOPE MY HEART IS THUMPING

Ch.4

“You’re a cruel man,” she whispered, blinking furiously, feeling hot tears threatening to spill over.

The Mandalorian scoffed, half turning his head back to her. “Does that bother you?” It was the only thing he said before the ramp lowered, the sunlight from Arvala-7 streaming in. The Mandalorian left as soon as the ramp touched the ground, stalking across the rocky terrain of the desert, cutting an impressive figure with his rifle slung across the back and the glinting beskar helmet, the pram floating next to him.”

My heart!!! 😭😭

“She gave a start, and her head whipped around to where she suddenly knew Bean was. Some deep part in her reached across the bond, and felt him, sitting in his pram, whimpering to himself.

There was an impression of the Mandalorian being hurt. Badly. Heart pounding, she debated over what to do, panic swelling up in her. She was too far away to help, and if it was the Mudhorn, something that could hurt a Mandalorian, she had no chance against it anyways.“ !!!!! Ooh I love this connection

“It felt as if every fibre inside her had started to swell with some power, blood rushing in her veins, an instant connection to, well, everything. It surrounded everything around her, everything that was was inside her, an energy field, and it came directly from Bean.“ I KNEW IT

Ch.5

“I don’t believe you,” she spat, “I told you that he should have stayed! What were you thinking, taking him to get a Mudhorn egg? He could have died!” GET HIS ASS ELANA

“You know, running on stims is not–”“Are you the baby’s caretaker or mine?” The Mandalorian asked dryly.Elana glared at him. “Seems like I have to, if you’re stupid enough to fight a Mudhorn on stims.”“Cut the sass,” The Mandalorian growled, stepping closer, towering above her.“Make me,” she snarled without thinking, scooting back until her back hit the spare parts on the sledge, curling a protective arm around the sleeping Bean. FUCK FUCK FUCK THE TENSION

Ch.6

“She felt like a complete fraud, everything she did before to protect Bean? It was worth nothing, because he would give them up anyway. She could have tried to kill him before they left Arvala-7, but she did not. Never mind what would have happened, she could have killed him, stabbed him in his sleep while they were repairing the Razor Crest. She and Bean could have stayed at Kuiil’s place until they would have to leave again, seeking shelter somewhere else. If she had done that, Bean would not face capture tomorrow. If.” 🥺🥺💓💓

Ch.7

“Looking up into the small mirror cabinet, she winced at the puffiness of her eyes, how prominent the bruises under them were.“ mmm SAME

“Careful, please,” Elana pleaded, already taking a step towards them, but the doctor moved towards a device with a huge droid floating above, laying Bean down on the slab beneath it. The small one wriggled and tried to turn on his belly, but with one well placed palm on his body, Dr. Pershing stopped his efforts. He turned his head to Elana, struggling to move towards Bean despite the grip of the stormtrooper on her, desperation on her face” 🥺😭 no precious baby!!!!

Ch.8

“Dizzy,” she choked out as black spots danced in front of her eyes, and whispered “Really dizzy” as her knees buckled again, limbs seeming so heavy. He cursed low under his breath before snaking an arm around her waist, pulling her close to him and tugging her along.“Can you hold him or should I?” He asked, gesturing to the unconscious Bean. Her grip around her child tightened without her noticing.“I can hold him,” Elana managed, and with a nod, he pulled her further along, helping her stay upright.” din ugh!!!! Goddamn i love him

"He moved his body over hers, shielding her and Bean with his armour, a few shots glancing off the beskar as he held himself up on his elbows. “I’m sorry,” he grunted, his voice crackling through his modulator, sounding genuine, “I’m sorry for this.”Elana stared up at his helmet, at the T-visor, inches away from her face, and felt strangely empty.It should not matter that he is sorry. But it does.“ ahhh I love this part!

Ch.9

“Elana glanced down, and was surprised to see that most of the redness had receded, the wound still steadily closing. “Looks nice,” she said, her lips curving up once again, “Thank you for taking us to the medcenter.”“It was nothing,” the Mandalorian said quietly, helmet downturned, and he took a step back, giving her space.It wasn’t, though.And both of them knew that.“ oh my goodness so precious!!!!! Din baby! 😭

Ch.10

“It did make finding Bean a lot easier, Elana had to admit. She could always count on him clinging to the bounty hunter’s boots, or hiding under the pilot’s seat, a corner of the cape in his mouth, trying to scramble up onto the Mandalorian’s lap or just staying somewhere near him. The man had let him stay on the controls several times now, Bean being content in watching either the blue swirls of hyperspace for hours or the twinkling void of real space. He was especially fascinated with all the glowing buttons and switches in the cockpit, and Elana did not know if they would wake up some day and have the baby gleefully smashing at the control board.“

“Being on the Razor Crest with him was almost pleasant.”

!!!!! We love to see it! Daddy din 🥺

Ch.11

“He seemed to sense her internal turmoil, and worked against her unspoken fear by willingly watching Bean for a few hours without prompting. He would sit in the cockpit with the little one, explaining star charts and buttons to him with the patience of a saint, giving her moments in which she could be alone for a bit.”

“He turned around and looked at her, incredulously. “Why does he do that?” He asked, shoulders raised high in defense.“He likes you,” was her simple response, “get used to it.”

It's okay Grogu I would cling to din's boots too 😌

Ch.12

““Womp rat,” the Mandalorian said, and it almost sounded fond.“

THERE IT IS!!!

Ch.13

“Omera waved slightly. “Nonsense, you have a little one! I remember when my Winta was that small,” she sighed with a wistful note, “I would not want those sleepless nights back but…” Omera smiled down on Bean, “sometimes you just miss them being tiny and cute.”

Classic mom to mom convo absolutely adorable

“The girl nodded, big eyes earnest. “But the Mandalorian, he saved Bean and you, right?” Winta asked.

Elana gave a half shrug, eyes still fixed on the little child in front of her. “I suppose you could say that,” she heard herself saying absentmindedly as she straightened the collar of Bean’s robe.

“He seems very nice,” Winta said, “Mama said that he is.”

“Yeah, he is,” Elana said, and realised that it was both a reassurance for the little girl and for herself. If she disregarded what he had done prior to Nevarro, he would probably have been the kindest person she had met in years, helping with Bean and helping her to find somewhere they would be safe. But she would always keep Arvala-7 in mind”

!!!!!!! SCREAMING

All in all, a super cute series!!!

It was really easy to read and felt natural to the flow of canon! An adorable read, Rea!

#rea tag #half a grand celebration

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knybits · 5 years ago

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A Murder of One

Chapter:

Summary:

A literal train wreck. Miyuki confesses, and Akiko’s eyes are blessed again.

Previous Chapter | Origin | Next Chapter

Okay.

So pause scene.

Imagine this.

A buff old man (we’ll say he’s old because he has white hair) suddenly snatches up you and your friends for an unexplainable reason.

But your other friends that didn’t get snatched are being the absolute angels that they are and run down the old wack job to try and avenge you.

And then your fiance since birth (different story) walks into the scene, and he doesn’t know what the fuck is going on.

Okay.

Resume scene.

“He’s kidnapping us!!” Akiko yells out, her face red with either anger or embarrassment she can’t tell.

Tanjirou acts instantly, launching himself at Uzui with full intent on headbutting the hell out of him. But Uzui is too fast, and Akiko tries her best to kick the hems of her dress down to make sure she isn’t flashing anything. She kicks her feet wildly when she finds that the three of them are on the roof of the estate.

“UZUI TENGEN YOU BETTER COVER MY ASS RIGHT NOW!!”

“I am the ‘former shinobi’ Uzui Tengen-sama-”

“DON’T IGNORE ME! AND DON’T ADD -SAMA TO YOUR NAME YOU CREEP!!”

“Dear lord SHUT UP! Here, you brat, jeez!” Uzui brushes her skirt over, pauses, then gives Akiko’s butt a slap before laughing, claiming it to be rather flamboyant.

Akiko nearly goes mental at the harassment, and Tanjirou looks like he’s about to shoot himself up to the roof and give Uzui more than just a headbutt.

“You’re a pervert!” Kiyo yells from the ground.

“Who do you think you’re mouthing off here!! I have superiority! I’m a pillar you jackasses!”

“I don’t accept you as a pillar! Hmph!!”

“DON’T YOU ‘HMPPH’ MEEE!! DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T ACCEPT ME?! YOU LOWLY BRAT!! IS YOUR BRAIN COMPLETELY DEAD!? I NEED A GIRL MEMBER ON THE MISSION, SO I’M BRINGING THEM ALONG!! I DON’T NEED KOCHOU’S PERMISSION IF THEY AREN’T TSUGUKO!”

“Akiko-san can’t fight! She’s a member but she doesn’t have a uniform! She’s a doctor!”

“Don’t need her then.”

Akiko screams as she’s flung off the roof and she roughly lands in Tanjirou’s arms. Any other person would flush, but Akiko’s far too mad to even think about her cute situation.

She shoves herself out of Tanjirou’s arms, jumping up and down and yelling at Uzui to come down from the roof so that she can deck him in the face. Kanon stares in bewilderment, wondering why Akiko is so prone to abandoning ‘Do no harm.’

Even Tanjirou doesn’t know what to do, staring at his fiance with wide eyes as she unleashes another side of her that he’s never seen before. Sure, she’s had her small temper tantrums when they were kids, but this is much more justified.

“Shut up you nerd! I’m taking this one on my mission. She’s a hunter regardless.”

Akiko can see the look of panic and fear on Aoi’s face, so she takes a few deep breaths to calm herself and approach the situation differently. She has no time to yell at Uzui, and despite the fact that he’s an adult, he acts like a child.

“People have their own circumstances, Uzui. Let the girl go.”

Uzui blinks owlishly at her sudden change in behavior, her eyes slanted up at him with long lashes barely brushing her cheeks. Mouth a fine line and her hair disheveled, but it makes Akiko look all the more dangerous.

Tanjirou can smell the withheld fury from Akiko, and the fact that she’s harnessed enough control to reign her emotions back in frightens him. This anger is much more dangerous than her lashed out one, and everyone feels as if they’re seeing Akiko reach a new peak of anger.

“We’ll go in Aoi’s stead!” Tanjirou interjects, just as Zenitsu and Inosuke hop onto the gates.

They aren’t in any way injured, and she sees that Zenitsu killed three demons and Inosuke five. She can’t help but tilt her head in confusion at the new piece of information her mind is filled with, but Akiko can’t take that time to care as she watches Aoi rush into Kanao’s arms.

Akiko quietly asks Kanon to make some lunch for the girls to calm everyone’s nerves, and Kanon nods her head in understanding before hurrying off. She then sighs, walking over to her dropped umbrella before picking it up, when she sees Tanjirou out of the corner of her eyes.

“Are you okay Akiko? He dropped you rather harshly…”

Akiko looks at Uzui, who waits impatiently outside the gates, before rolling her eyes at him.

“I’ll live. It’s no big deal. I’m just afraid that the girls are mentally scarred or something along the lines… What? What’s wrong?” Tanjirou is staring at her, and Akiko can’t help but wonder why.

He wakes up from his spaced out state, blushing a bit and kicking some rocks on the ground as he looks away.

“Sorry it’s just.... You look really nice today!”

Akiko can’t help but flush, immediately opening her parasol in front of herself to hide her face. Kiyo, Sumi and Naho giggle nearby, and Akiko nearly turns around to glare at them but she’s far too busy hiding herself.

And as if some higher being grants Tanjirou with all the courage in the world, he pulls the umbrella down a bit to see her red face, smiling softly before saying, “It’d be a shame if I didn’t get to see my fiance’s face before I left.”

Now Akiko can hear Kiyo, Sumi and Naho squeal with delight as her eyes widen and she’s nearly brought to tears with embarrassment. Tanjirou starts to laugh, finding that her red face compliments her amber eyes nicely, and he cups Akiko’s face into his hands before placing a soft kiss on her forehead.

“I’ll be off!” He gives her one last smile, waving at Akiko and running out of the front gates.

Akiko’s holding her forehead, staring off into space as her brain slowly but surely processes everything that’s just happened. And once everything loads in, her heart ascends.

Akiko smiles.

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“Himi Miyuki is on her way! Deep laceration on her lower left quadrant!”

Akiko’s eyes snap open, her back aching from accidentally passing out on the wooden engawa. She quickly tries to rub the sleep from her eyes, stumbling to her room to change out of the light green dress she still dons.

It’s only been a couple hours since Tanjirou’s departure, and she’s back to work. But what else is there to do?

So Akiko yanks on another poet’s shirt, ties her hakama around her waist, and allows for Kiyo to help her with her robe and gloves. Sumi and Naho rush to gather towels upon seeing how severe the wound is.

Shinobu stands by the entrance, waiting to welcome the house’s newest patient. Everyone is surprised to see Sanemi helping the injured girl up, and Shinobu decides to poke a little fun.

Embarrassed, Sanemi leaves Miyuki in the hands of a more than capable lady to help fix her up, and she orders the girls to help drag Miyuki’s pale body to the table.

Akiko’s eyes do a quick once over, and information she’s never picked up before flood her senses.

Miyuki has just killed four demons before one caught her by surprise. She’s lost about 1200mL of blood, and Akiko orders the girls to elevate her legs once she’s on the table. Miyuki’s blood pressure is 90/70, and her breathing is so shallow it’s worrisome. Her heart beat per minute is 60, and her skin looks ashy and waxen.

Akiko knows that Miyuki’s body temperature is naturally low, but that doesn’t mean she likes how Miyuki’s body is at a solid 90 degrees.

So the girls are instructed to place a blanket over her feet and arms too, and Akiko cuts away the cloth surrounding the large gash. Aoi ties a mask around Akiko’s face, unrolls the sleeve of scalpels lined up in the bamboo sheet, and Akiko gets to work.

Miyuki stays silent, dazed by the anesthesia, but still conscious.

Akiko works diligently as always, hands moving swiftly to stop the bleed and making sure there isn’t any debris left in the wound. It’s a simple procedure, though trickier thanks to Miyuki’s naturally cold body.

But once she’s done, Miyuki is able to form phrases and sentences, the anesthesia wearing off.

“I wonder if Sanemi has ever been in love?”

Not even a thank you…

Miyuki flinches slightly under the glare Akiko casts her way, the scalpel glinting menacingly under the bright light, but Akiko throws her a bone, asking what she means.

Their conversations dips into the topic of love in general, albeit Akiko is in no way an expert, but she entertains the idea with Miyuki. Shinobu, ever so quiet in the corner of the room, even steps in to offer her two piece on the subject.

Aoi cleans the blood on the floor while Shinobu checks the IV of blood and medicine she finished making in her corner, and Miyuki finally throws her hands up into the air.

“Well then fine! Maybe I do love Sanemi! Fuck whatever my step monster has to say!”

Shinobu laughs, “What a surprise!”

Akiko can see the lie.

At any rate, she sighs, glancing at the clock in the room to take note of the time. She blinks owlishly at it as the date comes to mind.

If she’s right, Genya should be coming in today.

Akiko peels her gloves off her hands, removing her mask as well while the girls untie the robe off her from behind before she says, “Well, congrats on the realization, but I gotta go have my monthly appointment with-”

Genya.

He’s standing by the doorway.

Sumi and Kiyo are right behind him, some newly washed rags in their hands before they step into the room again to keep cleaning the blood, and realization dawns on Akiko.

“Uh, gotta go!” Akiko shoves a startled Genya out of the room and down the hall, quickly bombarding him with questions to try and make him forget about Miyuki’s feelings for his older brother.

Genya is shoved into her office and she scrambles to find his documents. It’s an organized mess, and she knows that she should clean it up, but between 20 minute naps every hour or so and working for a whole 12 “shift” sometimes, it’s nearly impossible for her.

Akiko sits Genya down on a chair, eyes brisking over his figure as statistics fill her mind. It’s overwhelming for her, and she shuts her eyes for a few seconds to clear her head. It continues to race with the adrenaline, and she starts to count her breathing to reign it back in.

“What was that before? And are you- Are you okay?” Genya asks, blushing when she offers him a polite smile. Her usual business smile in the face of patients.

“It was nothing important. No need to worry about me, either. You have a gash on your left arm so I see you haven’t been eating too many demons. Two in the last month?” Akiko flutters her eyes to clear it again, her mouth spewing words faster than she can properly think.

Genya stares at her wide eyed, astonished.

“Y- Yeah… How do you know?”

She pays him no mind, scribbling the information down with creased brows. Genya isn’t all too used to this version of Akiko. Sure, she’s serious, but not with him. She makes no move to tease him, quickly jotting down information and asking Genya to confirm the information.

Every time, she hits the nail on the coffin. It’s like she’s unraveling his life in the past month, and Genya is almost frightened of her.

“Himejima hasn’t let up easily on you. Your biceps are 42 centimeters wide now… He still has you pushing that big rock, hm? Please tell him that misogi is not the proper way for you to rest your body,” Akiko sighs, rubbing at the bridge of her nose.

She’s done with her checkup within a few minutes, taking no time to prod at his body and instead glancing at his limbs then writing numbers down. She then quickly stands to a small cabinet on her desk, pulling out a small roll of bandages and some alcohol and cotton balls.

Akiko frowns at the little bit left in the jar, and the fact that she barely has any bandages left. It’s just enough to help patch Genya up with, but she’ll have to go out and buy some more in the local village after she’s done.

“At any rate, I’m just going to wrap up your wound and then send you on your way. Sorry I was late for the appointment this month,” she’s about to unbutton Genya’s uniform for him, but he quickly stops her with raised hand and a mad blush.

Akiko pauses, quickly apologizing for being so forward, and allows him to remove as much of his uniform as he is comfortable with so that she can clean his cut.

Genya looks everywhere but Akiko. She knows that he's an embarrassed mess around any female, so she’s quick to finish up her work and allows him to shrug his uniform back on.

“Do you want me to walk you to the entrance?” Akiko asks Genya, who shakes his head. She shrugs in compliance, apologizing for making him travel all the way to the Butterfly Estate for such a short checkup, and waves as he walk down the hall and out of the estate.

Once he turns the corner, Akiko makes her way to the kitchen to find Kanon. The pinkette is looking through the pantry with a troubled look on her face.

Akiko’s eyes are given a rest when she looks at Kanon, and it’s most likely because Kanon doesn’t kill demons for a living and lives a peaceful (or, as peaceful as it can get) life at the estate.

“Are we out of food?” Akiko asks, and Kanon jumps at the sudden presence of the ginko eyed girl.

Kanon nods her head and Akiko frowns, but the timing couldn’t be more perfect.

“Alright, let’s go shopping together.”

Of course, Shinobu feels against this idea considering the town is an hour walk away, and if they aren’t quick enough, it’ll be dark.

“Perhaps someone else should go with you?” She says, and Akiko sighs.

“I think we’ll be more than fine. If it make you feel any better, I’ll bring my tools. If Kanon trips over a rock, I’ll save her from bacteria.”

Akiko can see the irritation radiate of Shinobu, so she quickly hikes up her bag, shoves a good amount of money in, and meets Kanon at the front door.

Akiko doesn’t like the way Miruna circles above their heads.

things are gonna get so spicy after this,,, fuck guys im so excited

expect akiko to grow!! we love character development :,,) also yeah she has other emotions besides ‘bitch’ and ‘smart ass’ :))

big thank you to @kny-writings and her oc himi miyuki!!

#bittle's murder of one #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #tanjiro #kamado tanjirou #tanjirou #tanjirou kamado #kochou shinobu #himini miyuki #tamura akiko #sanemi #genya

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100-reasons-to-svt · 6 years ago

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To date, or not to date

Word Count: 1780

Genre: Fluff

A/N: I’m not confident with this, I’m sorry anon. ;; But still… happy reading loves!

Summary: Joshua always asks himself this question, “To date you or not to date you?” His heart says yes, but his mouth can’t seem to pop the question out.

teacher!Joshua is very very popular between his students

he probably has 5 stars in his ratemyprofessors profile and some of the comments be like “lit af 🤙🔥” or “dude is so chill we love him ✊✊❤️”

everyone loves him

he also jokes around and boi oh boi he’s full of puns at which his students would always groan

“i went to a bar once. There sat a guy named past. And a guy next to me called future. Another one sat next to me and his name was present. After a few drinks they started fighting and it was so tense. HA! Get it?”

cue him laughing at his own jokes

“i used to have a close friend back then, he was in a gang called alphabet. A weird name for a gang right? anyway, we don’t talk anymore. I don’t know why” GET IT?

his students also laugh but you know it’s an awkward laugh because they don’t want Joshua to give them bad grades

he works and collaborates on teaching with literature teacher!Wonwoo

they conduct a play together annually and this year it’s Hamlet

oh and he never EVER gives his students difficult and tiring homework

and that’s why his students love him to death

“kids i went to school and i know how it feels when you have so much homework so no homework for today”

his students sometimes write funny comments on their tests like “please give me an A, I won’t tell your crush that you like them”

and he’s like “waIT A MINUTE HE KNOWS WHO MY CRUSH IS?”

he calls that student over and he said he was joking although we all know it’s very obvious lol

he gave his students creative writing one day for homework and one student decided to write a subtle writing about him of how awesome he is as a teacher which made his heart flutter

you know what made his heart flutter too?

you

you work as a choir teacher in the same school

and well, you’re fucking gorgeous that people often stare at you, even your own students

you also get your students into choir championships and you have won a few times, you also get to go overseas for the championships which you and your students enjoy lol

FREE TRIP!!

you get your students to a world choir games once which is the largest choir championship in the world and you got yourself a gold medal too

ayyy i’m proud of you Y/N

you remember how you were introduced in the staff room being the new teacher, shy and nervous. And look at you now, teaching the choir group for 6 months, confident and vigorous

now now now, you really like to hang out in the gym room

why??? because your childhood best friend also works in here

guess who??

it’s jeonghan, bitch

other than the gym room, you also like to hang out at the staff room with him

you two would eat together and you would always bring him some food like sandwiches or maybe some salad because man you two don’t want to touch or even eat the food from the cafeteria yikes

he likes how you and him always bicker at each other but in the end of the day you still take care of him since you two were little, he also used to dream a lot about being a teacher. Something that kids don’t usually dream about and well look at him now, being a gym teacher

looking at his lazy behavior you scoffed at his dream, thinking it would be impossible for him to be a teacher

“I pity your students, they’ll suffer if you teach them” you mocked him to which he replied, “I pity your future significant other for having such a pain in the butt as a lover”

you always tell him that he doesn’t suit the role of the gym teacher because you know he’s as lazy as sloth

and he is still lazy, we know he likes to sit around and rest

he would sit at the bench when his students are playing dodge ball

and you would sit with him at your free time, watching the kids play and talk to him

a kid once yelled “yo guys, our teacher is flirting with our choir teacher again!” and he got a ball in the face for not focusing in the game

ha! serves you right

and that kid is right

Jeonghan would “flirt” with you A LOT

he would cling his arm around your shoulder out of habit or hold your waist out of sudden. And you don’t really mind, because he’s just a friend and he sees you as one too

one day you were talking to the cute english teacher joshua when out of sudden jeonghan came, gave you a back hug and laid his head on your shoulder

you rolled your eyes at how clingy he was, “stop jeonghan we’re at school.” you said out of annoyance.

in response he pouted and replied, “okay okay we’ll do it later” he then left the room throwing a wink at you, which made you more even more annoyed

you rolled your eyes again and continued to talk to joshua

sadly you didn’t catch his little frown at the sight of you talking to jeonghan

speaking of you and jeonghan, everyone in the staff room would non stop gossip that you’re so cute and you two would make a good couple

everyone ships you two even the students and the teachers

except one person

our poor poor boy, joshua

well guess who’s his crush? you

he thinks that you two are dating and that makes him sad :((

he’s jealous of how jeonghan can hug you and hold your waist so freely. Joshua often says to himself, “who am i to be jealous right? I’m no one. Y/N doesn’t even like me”

he didn’t want to be a jerk and make you two break up so he decided to stay away from you. He knows unrequited love is hard so he would try very hard to not like you but by just looking at you laughing and smiling about the littlest thing makes it hard for him. He’s always there in the background, watching you talk with everyone and laugh with them. He doesn’t even have the confidence to talk to you, how could you like him back, right?

little did he know, you also had a crush on joshua

you would non stop talk about how funny he is, how cute he looks with his bangs, how you love his (un)funny jokes and how he always laughs at them by himself

you think that he’s a very positive person judging from how cheerful he is and you really want to be close to him

real talk jeonghan deadass always listens to you and your babbles

“yeah yeah i get it. joshua is cool, fuNNY, CUTE AND WOW LOOK AT HIS FACE. YEAH HE HAS THE FACE CARVED BY THE GODS”

you narrow your eyes at him and whine, “there’s no way i can talk to him. he’s too gorgeous. help meee”

jeonghan smirks a bit well oh well look who’s going to be a matchmaker

“we’ll see about that” he said ominously and that gets him a weird look from you

days go by and you start preparing your students for a championship in poland

you’re busy with your practice and tight, hectic schedules but you still manage to talk and hang out with jeonghan, he tells you to come to the annual school play after coming back from the championship to which you agree since this is your first time seeing it and you’re excited for it

fast forward to the day of the school play, josh is super super nervous for the play because huh you’re not in here that’s a shame, he wants you to see this play with him

he stares at your chair longingly which makes wonwoo pat him lightly on the shoulder

but you’re not on your chair until the very last second the play ended

josh is a bit devastated if i must say

but surprise surprise you’ve been there the whole time sitting at the back because someone was stuck in traffic and got late :))

you walk your way down to the empty fitting room where jeonghan told you to wait for him but then

“hey, good play” you said, leaning at the door frame, a tad shocked looking at the man you weren’t expecting

joshua got startled a bit at your sudden appearance and rubbed his neck out of embarrassment, “y-yeah, thanks. I didn’t know you were coming. I saved a seat”

“I know, I sat at the back” You said and smiled, making your way in the fitting room and looking around the costumes before sitting on a chair “so why are you here?”

“u-uh jeonghan told me he’s gonna help me with these costumes” he said, looking confused at how his friend didn’t come to the fitting room like how he promised to

you grin, amused at how clever jeonghan would set him and you up like this

Typical jeonghan tsk

“He’s not gonna help you. I bet he’s on his way to domino’s right now, thinking about how many pizza slices he can fit in his mouth”

he laughs and shakes his head out of amusement, “speaking of pizza… we should go to domino’s too sometimes”

“just the two of us?” you grin, your heart beating rapidly in your chest

“yeah, like you know… a date.” he adds, a subtle red tint creeping up on his cheeks. He clears his throat and whispers, “if you want to”

You scoff and nod, a timid smile forming on your lips, “sure, but not at domino’s”

“okay, you can choose” Joshua says with a chuckle, feeling proud of himself for finally scoring a date with you, something he had dreamed about for quite a long time

“you know, domino’s is not a bad place to go on a date…” a small deep voice creaks in from the door and how could you not notice wonwoo’s body leaning on the door frame? he must be some kind of a ghost

“how long have you been there?” joshua asks, a hint of exasperation visible in his tone

“a few minutes ago, Jeonghan called me to help you with the costumes. And he asked me to invite you to his private pizza party in his apartment”

you and joshua looked at each other in amusement, who says no to a pizza party and great friends?

certainly not you two

#joshua #hong jisoo #seventeen #seventeen scenarios #joshua scenarios #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagines #seventeen fluff #joshua imagines #joshua fluff #seventeen scenario #joshua scenario #seventeen imagine #joshua imagine #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop fluff #teacher!au

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guksthighs · 7 years ago

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Stray Kitten || pjm

Summary: Jimin finds you stray on the streets in the rain and takes you home, little does he know that you aren’t a normal cat.

Genre: fluff, cat! shifter reader (?)

Length: 1.5k

A/N: sometimes naming imagines is beyond me and i just give up and this is how this useless name is created so suE ME!! a massive thank you to @the-ragnarssons-tickle-spot for this amazing prompt ( sorry i changed the member )

over this year i have founded a deep love for shapeshifter aus and you have done me the honour of sticking around even if you couldn’t care less about my weirdnesS. anyway, thank you for helping me through a year with @guksthighs !! happy birthday to meee and thank you thank you thank you for being active here !!

“It’s raining tonight kitty,” you looked up at Jimin, who had been feeding you the last few weeks and you had thought he had realised that you weren’t an idiot, as droplets of water hit your fur. But he was a nice boy, who seemed to enjoy the company of a stray cat which just happened to be you, his smile widened as you rubbed against his legs, waiting and begging for him to place down the tin of tuna he was holding. “You want to come stay at mine tonight?” he mused to himself, as he seemed unaware that when you had enough strength you’d be able to revert back to your normal form.

Usually, you would have responded with an angry swish of your tail, but the feeling of a full stomach was too alluring as you ate the food. Jimin often talked about taking you back to his home, he’d be so close to reaching that special spot just under your chin when he would stop and ask if you wanted to become his pet. Pet, the word sounded like cheating when you knew he had no idea what you actually were.

“The apartment gets quite loud, but my room is very warm,” you finally paused your eating of the expensive tuna he had bought you, looking up at him when you realised this wasn’t just a brief thought. Licking your lips, you wondered how you were meant to say no, resorting to stretching up and lightly sink your claws into his calf as a warning. Jimin simply laughed to himself, reaching down to ruffle your head.

“So you are listening,” he crouched down and moved his hand near you, watching with a smile as you pushed your head into his hand, as a way of thanking him for the food. Usually, that would be the end of your interaction, but rain makes people and cats behave strangely, making you tired and Jimin impulsive as he moved his weight from one foot to the other, as if having an internal argument, “I can’t just leave you here kitty. Come on.”

You meowed, trying to tell him to leave you alone now, the umbrella he was holding was being tugged at by the wind that had just picked up, but Jimin misunderstood as he moved towards you to pick you up. When you flinched and ducked out of his reach, Jimin let out a long sigh and moved forward again, this time his hand latched onto the back of your neck as he scooped you up with ease.

There was something so gentle about Jimin as he continually murmured apologies, placing you inside the front of his slightly unzipped coat and quickly standing up, before laughing slightly at your complaining, “stop yowling like that kitty, I’ll give you more tuna if you calm down.”

Jimin’s chest was so warm, and without thinking you let yourself purr and his chest rumbled with laughter, slowly you felt your eyes drifting shut, “the boys are going to love you.” Jimin said with a smile, looking down at the now sleeping ginger kitten in his arms.

He knew they weren’t meant to have pets in the apartment but he wouldn’t forgive himself if he had left such a cute cat on the streets, the rain got heavier and Jimin glanced up at his umbrella hoping it would hold for the quick walk to the dorms.

“Park Jimin, that better not be a cat!” Hoseok laughed when he saw the younger boy walk through the door, soaked to the bone with a little ginger cat asleep under his coat. Jimin grinned at the elder and pulled the cat out of his coat, handing it to Hoseok who couldn’t stop himself from sighing at how cute it was, whispering, “this is my baby now.”

There was a large hustle as Taehyung tried to snatch you away from Hoseok, Namjoon looking over their shoulders with a wide dimpled smile at the sight of your smiling face of pure content.

Yoongi and Seokjin came home later, and instantly Yoongi knew from the prickling sensation on the back of his neck that something magical was in their house. Tentatively he called out to the boys, heading towards the movie room and poking his head around the door to warn them he came face to face with the problem.

You were fast asleep in Jimin’s lap, having been passed from boy to boy and slowly Yoongi moved towards you, a wide smile on his lips of amusement, “This isn’t a regular cat.” Jimin looked confused, eyes flicking down to inspect your ordinary feline shape and Yoongi’s knowing look until something in his head clicked causing him to turn bright red.

“What’s going on?” Jeongguk asked, shuffling closer to you and Jimin to run his hands through your ginger hair, smiling as he played with the white stripes of your long tail that kept swaying slightly in your sleep.

Deciding it would be more amusing for the younger boy to wake up next to a human, Yoongi just smiled and when Jimin relaxed back into the chair he sent a wink to Jeongguk, mouthing that he would explain all later.

The suspense was too much for Jeongguk who leapt to his feet, ushering Jimin to bed, “look how tired that poor kitten is! Go take it to a quiet place and leave it there.” Jimin was unwilling to part with it, as Jeongguk had assumed when he made the statement and the youngest boy watched Jimin walk off to his room, cradling the small ginger cat.

Finally, when he had left, Jeongguk looked at Yoongi nodding as he waited for an explanation which the elder provided with a wide smile, “you really didn’t notice it was a shifter. They seem weak and unable to shift back, but it still means there is a person sleeping on Jimin’s bed.”

“YOU’RE NOT A CAT?” Jimin’s voice was low from having just woken up, but it still roused you from the clutches of warmth and happiness that sleep provided. His voice had woken you and it took you some time, which you filled with stretching out your tight muscles and rolling around to finally comprehend what he had said.

Slowly you turned to him, aware that he had no idea what he had got himself into and your brain’s tired response was to smile, and whisper, “meow,” Jimin burst into laughter, slowly shuffling further away from you and your mind finally understood as you bounced up to kneel on his bed, head touching the impossibly soft bed sheets.

“I’ll go straight away. I’m so sorry that I imposed and was so shameless,” you were rambling and when Jimin merely laughed again, you risked a peek up at him, his chest bare and radiating in the morning sun. You recognised him from the interviews when he had first found you and trusted him, but being face-to-face with him made your face heat up in a hot blush, as you scratched behind your ear in embarrassment.

The door was shoved open, Jeongguk and Taehyung in fits of laughter when they saw Jimin lunge for you to hide your figure from the younger boys in fear of a punishment, “We heard your girlish scream Jiminnie and look at this beautiful creature in your bed,” Taehyung teased, winking at you.

Namjoon strolled in behind the younger and leant against the door frame, “We’ll have to report that you’re sexually active to the staff Jiminnie,” Jimin’s face turned bright red, his ears adorably hot and you turned around to defend him but Namjoon just watched your reactions before cracking into a dimpled wide smile. “I’m joking, I am aware of the situation,” Namjoon high fived with Taehyung before they all ran out of the room when Jimin began to frown shouting their apologies over their shoulders.

Finally, in the following silence, Jimin turned to smile at you, “I told you the boys would love you,” he couldn’t help himself as he reached forward with his hand, to smooth your unruly bedhead and his eyes widened as you pushed your head into his palm.

A low purr began in your throat and he felt a pair of ears pop up under his hand, looking down at you in interest as your eyes stared down at your intertwined hands. “You also told me it was warm but loud,” you looked up and grinned at him, leaving Jimin’s heart to skip a beat and wonder what he was meant to do now.

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redvelvetreel · 7 years ago

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Red Velvet Reel 1: Wake-Up Call

[Fic Directory]

Pairing: [Married] Spicyhoney (Underfell Papyrus x Underswap Papyrus)

Summary: Edge wakes Stretch up very early Saturday with incredibly exciting news! When Stretch doesn’t seem as excited as he should be, Edge starts to feel a little insecure about where their future is heading. Stretch reassures him (and himself) by talking it out. They’re pretty confident it’s gonna work out in the end.

Contains: Mpreg/Skelepreg! Domestic Fluff! Insecurities and comfort! Kissing!

Rating: Teen and up! (I guess?)

Note: The stupid Readmore is turning the quotation marks into weird symbols. :/ Sorry! It should look fine if you click the readmore or view this on mobile.

“HRGH!”

Stretch woke up with a gurgle as he felt something jump on him, jolting awake disoriented and alarmed. He groaned, tension immediately draining as he remembered where he was… and who he was with. He had never felt so tired in his life. Edge wasn’t usually so cruel.

“Wake up, wake- Finally!”

He felt hands on his face, excited and not particularly gentle as they patted his cheeks. Stretch groaned again, throwing an arm over his face.

“Baby, no-“ he mumbled, trying to roll over and fall back asleep. Edge was quick to stop him, straddling his spine and giving him another firm shake. It was uncomfortable, but he had plenty of experience sleeping through worse.

“Baby yes!”

Stretch snorted, eyes still closed as he felt Edge grab his hands, moving them off of the bed and… onto his stomach? Stretch frowned, gently prodding at the magic ectobody. He felt Edge shift uncomfortably, like he was ticklish, but there a palpable excitement even through the dull haze of sleep.

His tired mind could not begin to process what was going on. Edge wasn’t particularly ticklish, had never indicated that was something he was even into. He thought he knew they guy pretty well- they had been married a while, dating even longer.

“Open your eyes, Papa.”

The fuck? Was he having a stroke? Was Edge trying to explore some weird new kink? Was this a stupidly realistic dream?

Stretch finally squinted up at his husband with a tired sigh. “M’not opposed, but’s too damn early for kinky bullshit. What-“

Edge frowned, clapping a hand over Stretch’s mouth, “Language! We’ve both got to set the best of examples now!”

“What kind of unsexy wet dream-” Stretch grumbled around Edge’s fingers, pushing them away from his mouth. He gave his husband the stink eye, yawning as he stared at the conjured ectomagic blankly.

“Yes!” Edge practically vibrated, looking happier than Stretch had ever seen before, “Yes!!”

Stretch rubbed his sockets, hard, staring at his husband in stupefied confusion. Edge shifted uncomfortably after about two minutes, smile turning more sardonic as he gestured at himself impatiently, “I know I am devilishly handsome and it is your very good luck to be able to see my beautiful face each and every morning. And while you should rightfully cherish and adore me at all times-“

This was less of the Twilight Zone. Stretch gave an incredulous chortle, leaning back against the headboard, “Always a bone-afide delight.”

Edge gave him a sharp look. Pulling his shoulders back and straightening his spine regally, he continued primly, “I didn’t waste twenty minutes of my morning waking your… eh-“

The effect was seriously undercut by the leopard-print pajama pants, but he was able to keep it limited to an amused grin as he patiently waited for Edge to finish.

“Your… sleepyhead,“ Stretch burst out laughing at that one, and he saw Edge’s hands twitch towards his neck, settling on pinching his collarbone, hard.

“Just to suffer through your juvenile, uninspired, and frankly embarrassing humor.”

“There’s the grouch I know and love,” he clasped his husband’s hands, easing them off of his sore collarbone as he planted a chaste little kiss to both sets of knuckles. “Now, what’s so special at unholy o’clock this morning, Sunshine? ‘Cause I’ve never been more confused.”

Edge gave an exasperated noise that sounded like both a sigh and a groan, giving Stretch’s hands a squeeze before bringing them back to the semi-opaque magic of his abdomen. He rearranged Stretch’s fingers so he was essentially flipping himself off, aimed at a faint little white blob. Had that always been there?

“I’m pregnant, you dense motherfucker.”

“Eeey,” Stretch blurted our as he he tried to process this information. Edge looked positively murderous for a moment, before he seemed to realize his accidental pun with an ashamed facepalm.

“Goddamnit!”

Stretch didn’t feel like this was really happening.

“Mother, hmm… While Mama does have a nice ring to it, I do like the sound of Dad too.”

Stretch frowned at the protective magic, craning his neck as he strained his eyes to get a better look. He relaxed his fingers, hesitantly outlining the small souling with a thumb. Well, he guessed it was kind of glowy… and it sorta did look like a teeny tiny heart.

“That’s a baby?” he heard himself ask distantly.

There was a beat of silence before Edge answered, much more subdued, “…Yes.” Followed with uncharacteristic trepidation, “Is that… all right?”

“Huh??” Stretch didn’t think anything else could have been more surprising this morning. Leave it up to Edge to raise the bar. “What do you mean ‘is it all right’?”

Edge started cracking his joints, a nervous tic he would never admit to having. He stared at the headboard intensely, looking like he might say something- before abruptly shaking his head.

“Nevermind,” He made a move to get up, “It’s not important-“

For all of Edge’s training and fast reflexes, Stretch never failed to catch him by surprise with his speed. He flipped their positions, carefully, and pinned Edge down. Predictably, his husband was less than pleased, trying to turn away as he grabbed those sharp cheekbones.

“What-“

“Babe, we’ve gone over this like a hundred times,” Stretch couldn’t help the slight whine as he rested his chin on Edge’s collar bone, gently prodding his cheeks, “You’ve got to tell me when something’s wrong, it’s my job to figure out a way to help. Your feelings matter to me.”

Edge stiffened, turning to stare up at the ceiling and looking incredibly uncomfortable.

“Tell meee~” He leaned down and started peppering kisses along Edge’s neck, making his way down to his clavicle. Edge started to squirm a little, but didn’t break. Fine, he would play his ace, then.

“I promised Red I’d always make you happy. It’d really suck if my brother-in-law murdered me before I got the chance to tell him he’s gonna be an uncle-“

“Is this… good?!” Edge finally blurted out, reaching up to pull Stretch into an overly tight hug. He couldn’t see Edge’s face from this angle, but he sounded anxious and uncertain, “We didn’t really talk about this. We haven’t planned for this. Maybe… this isn’t such a good thing. Maybe it’s- It might be best if…”

Stretch shifted to a more comfortable position, running gentle, soothing hands down his husband’s back. He thought about his wording very carefully, “You don’t want this?”

Edge hesitated a long moment, unable to look him in the eye, before finally shaking his head. A case nerves? Stretch redoubled his efforts to be soothing. “Hey, it’s ok if you’re nervous. This is literally a life-changing event. And yeah, nothing is going to be the same as before, but that’s not a bad thing.”

Edge seemed to be wrestling with himself, searching Stretch’s face as he asked, earnestly, “Do you think it’s a good thing?”

Where was this even coming from? “Sweetie-“

“Just-” Edge let out a tense breath, “Yes or no?”

“Of course-“ Edge stopped him by pressing his hand against his mouth.

“Wait, wait- that isn’t…” He was starting to look frustrated, “This is ridiculous!”

“It’s cool,” Stretch mumbled around the fingers, planting a small kiss on the palm, “Take your time.”

Edge took a deep breath as though steeling himself for battle, quickly checking the room to confirm they were alone. Old habits.

“I want this. Very much,” Stretch nodded to show he was following along, “I’m just not sure… if… you do too.”

Stretch tried to keep his expression neutral, but Edge picked on the hurt immediately, “It’s not- I just- your feelings… matter…“ Edge flushed in the embarrassment, but continued earnestly, “And you… always put others before you. You’ve deferred to me on a lot of things just because I’ve been more motivated about them. Even some things you really didn’t want to do. This can’t be one of them. I need to know that this is something you want. That you are ready for this step.”

Edge cupped his face, looking up with an unplaceable emotion that seemed equal parts loving, melancholic, and desperate, “If you’re ready, if you’re not ready now, if you’re never ready- I will abide and stand by your decision. But it must be your decision.”

Stretch had no idea how to respond to any of that. Edge was still looking at him expectantly. He hated this kind of pressure.

“Excuse me,” he gave Edge a quick peck on the forehead, releasing him to pull away and scoot further down the bed. He pillowed his head on his arm, head level with the souling. “I gotta confer with Junior, think aloud some.”

Edge looked bewildered, but said nothing as Stretch poked his ectomagic gently.

“You know, you were absolutely not part of my plans this Saturday. I was gonna sleep in super duper late, eat a really great brunch, and… I don’t know. Go to the store, maybe? I can’t remember what anymore. But now I gotta figure out how I feel about you and convince my husband- your Dad- that I’m ready for… this.”

Edge shifted uncomfortably, “I never said convince! And it doesn’t have to be immediately. Actually, maybe you should process this longer-“

“Hang on, I’m still consulting Junior.”

Edge crossed his arms and huffed. Listening to every word intently, Stretch noted wryly.

“I gotta be honest with you, kid- I never had much of sense for the future. Getting through each day was good enough. Never had these grand dreams of … anything. Career, marriage, parenthood- I, uh, never expected I’d make it this far.”

He smiled that self-deprecating smile that Edge hated, reaching out with his free hand. Edge took it without a word and gave a firm squeeze, holding it tightly.

“But I did. I never liked change- anytime it happened, it was always for the worst. Don’t tell your Dad this, because I tease him about being a control freak, but I’m even worse. If I could, things would stay the same forever. Weird, huh?”

Stretch sighed deeply, pressing closer until his cheek was flush against the protective magic. He claimed his arm back from Edge, shifting his position so he was loosely hugging them both.

“I’m… kinda scared. I’m the younger brother, and Edge can take care of himself. I’ve never had anyone depend on me, you know? What am I supposed to do with a teeny tiny monster who’s going to need me for… everything? I never had parents- just Blue.I don’t know what parents are supposed to do.“

He felt Edge’s hand rest on his skull, petting him softly. He leaned into the touch with a sigh.

“I’m terrified I’m going to screw up something awful, and you’re going to pay the price. That’s too much responsibility for such a lazy, undependable guy like me. What if you end up hating me? I kinda don’t want to even try, you know?”

Edge paused only a moment, but Stretch noticed.

“I didn’t even wanna give dating a shot, though. The first time Edge snickered at one of my puns, trying to disguise it as a cough, I knew I wanted to ask him out. It wasn’t until a full year later that I finally got the nerve up. Blue bet me 10g I wouldn’t do it, and it wasn’t until I owed him 100g I finally did.”

Edge laughed softly, and Stretch watched the ectomagic shift so that the little souling seemed to bounce. That was really cute.

“By our fifth date, when he accidentally sucker punched my best friend- Undyne’s great, by the way, I can’t wait for you to meet her. Anyway, he never apologized, and then he sat on my lap the rest of the evening because he was jealous. Edge was about as cuddly as a cactus back in the day, but he’s pretty hot when he gets possessive. He’s a lot more cuddly now–“

Edge dug his fingers into the back of Stretch’s head, hard enough to make him wince, before soothing the area with more gentle petting. He grumbled, “No. You are very much the exception.”

Stretch laughed, “That was when I knew I wanted to marry this guy. And it wasn’t until a full four years later that I finally got the courage to ask. I was really scared he’d say no, so I got him a stupid dinosaur ring. It was a green stegosaurus with yellow dots, one of those cheap gum ball machine types.

“It’s a really long story, so I won’t bore you with details, Junior. I’ll just say he wore that stupid dinosaur as his engagement ring the entire time, even after I got him a better one and proposed formally. Showing it off like it was super precious and amazing. The sap.”

He could feel Edge smile.

“What is the point of this really long story, Papa, I’m sure you’re asking yourself, because you have other very important matters to attend to,” Edge laughed again and Stretch nuzzled the souling affectionately, “The point is: I would rather sit the game out than risk losing it. But if I didn’t take the chances I did, I wouldn’t have gotten here. And I couldn’t be happier.”

Stretch looked up at Edge with a smile, “I don’t know if I’m ready, if I’ll ever be ready- but I absolutely want this. I already love the squirt and it’s only been half an hour. I just hope they don’t end up as bratty as you, ‘cause I already know I’m gonna be no good at discipline.”

Edge looked to the side, a little misty-eyed, squeezing Stretch’s shoulder. Stretch smiled, whispering to the souling, “I promise to be supportive and be the best Papa I can. You don’t know how serious I am about promises yet, so let’s seal the deal with a kiss!”

He gave the ectomagic right above the souling a loud raspberry.

“GYAH-!?”

Stretch received a solid kick to the face that left him reeling, rubbing his face as Edge jumped up and went to the other side of the room. He glowered, hands protectively wrapped around his stomach.

“Don’t you ever do that again,” he warned darkly, as he watched Stretch very carefully, “What was that and why?!”

“A… raspberry?” Stretch rubbed his jaw, tilting his head, “A belly raspberry? And because it’s fun/funny? Wow. You’re really shrill, damn-“

“That is banned. Forever.” Edge kept a wary eye on him as he opened the closet door blindly, groping around before grabbing something off the first hook he found. Stretch’s smiled widened exponentially.

“Oh my god? Are you ticklish?”

“Absolutely not!” Edge looked absolutely indignant as he pulled the hoodie over his head. He pushed the sleeves up to his elbows, rolling the cuff fastidiously to keep them in place.

“The baby might be ticklish, but I am not!”

Stretch stood up, arms stretched leisurely above his head, slowly making his way towards Edge. His husband backed himself into the corner, arms still held defensively over his stomach.

“I am so serious- if you try it again I WILL break your fingers.”

Stretch thought about making a joke, but held his hands up in surrender, stopping a few feet away. “Sorry, sorry. How can I make it up to you?”

Edge’s entire demeanor shifted, crossing his arms coyly as he gave a nonchalant shrug. Stretch closed the distance between them, pulling his husband flush against his body. Edge curled his arms around his neck, “I can think of a few things… Honey Bear.” That sultry lilt and pet name sent a shiver down his spine.

Stretch willed all of his affection into the simple press of teeth. He felt Edge smile, pressing closer and deepening the kiss with a skillful swipe of his tongue. Stretch reciprocated enthusiastically, a pleasant heat building in his bones as Edge sighed.

“Mmm…”

Edge grabbed a handful Stretch’s shirt and arched into his touch, content to let him lead. Stretch only pulled away when Edge’s legs suddenly buckled with a surprised moan, barely keeping the both upright.

“Wowie…” Edge murmured, eyelights hazy and heart-shaped, “You’re really on your mettle today.”

Stretch flushed at the praise, nuzzling Edge’s hand as it stroked his cheek. “I love you,” he whispered a little breathlessly, touching their foreheads together. “So much.”

Edge brought one hand down to rest over Stretch’s soul, “You better.”

After a beat of silence, “I… apologize.”

Stretch shook his head, closing his eyes and holding Edge close. “No,” he continued, resting his hands on Stretch’s arms, “I’ve never had a reason to doubt your commitment and sincerity. It’s inexcusable to accuse you- to project my own insecurities-“

“Nah,” Stretch silenced him with a finger on his mouth, “You never have to apologize to me- not about this. I made you promise you’d always be honest with me, yeah?”

Edge looked at him a long moment, an unplaceable emotion on his face, “Honestly? You’re a dependable friend, honorable man, and wonderful husband-“

“Stop,” he buried his face in Edge’s shoulder, feeling the pinprick of tears in the corners of his sockets, “You’re gonna make me cry.”

“You’re going to be an exemplary father too.”

Stretch sniffled as he felt Edge rub his back, “I- Thanks- I, uh, need a… minute.”

“What would you like for breakfast?” Edge’s fingers traced his spine vertebra by vertebra, “I could make omelettes. There’s also that horrible sugary breakfast cereal you love so much. I will give you a free pass, only today.”

“Pancakes.”

“Hm. We’re low on milk, but that should be doable.”

“No, no,” Stretch pulled back with a wide smile, discreetly wiping his sockets, “I’m making breakfast for you!”

Edge arched a browbone, looking amused, “Oh?”

Stretch grinned, feeling a lot more energized as he grabbed Edge’s hand and started pulling him towards the door. “Heck yeah, pancakes with whatever I can find downstairs! And sprinkles! That’s like, the dadliest thing ever, right? Weird Weekend pancakes? Gotta start practicing now!”

Edge laughed as he allowed himself to be led, that deep rumble that never failed to make his heart skip a beat. “If you insist… Papa Bear,” Edge said in a rare display of unguarded affection, giving his hand a squeeze.

Oh. That made him feel all kinds of funny. He shrugged, feeling ridiculous for the sudden sense of bashfulness, scratching at his cheek with his free hand.

“I- uh- ok. Anything for you.”

#spicyhoney #fanfic #underswap papyrus #underfell papyrus #skelepreg #redvelvetreel

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heavensentfanfic · 6 years ago

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Chapter 23 - Family Reunion [COMPLETE]

Jaclyn (face change)

Chris thought it’d be a good idea to invite me to dinner before my flight back to LA tonight. He said it’d be “good for me to see them together” and maybe I can be “genuinely happy for them” — some bullshit like that. He knows I’m bad at playing nice.

My pink off-the-shoulders dress blew in the warm wind as I waited for someone to open the door. I prayed it’d be Chris, but of course…

“Hey!” She answered so cheerfully. Fuck! She’s even prettier in person. “Chris is upstairs doing...I have no idea...” She probably didn’t know about my little act with Chris a few days ago. If she did, there’s no way I’d be inside of her house right now. Unless she was planning to kill me where I seduced him.

I was greeted with comforting smells that I haven’t sensed in a long time. Fried chicken, greens, cornbread, and monkey bread baking in the oven. My heart wanted to burst from my chest. Could she get anymore perfect? “Would you like something to drink? Water? Long Island? Pink moscato?”

“Long island will do just fine,” I smiled. I needed something strong that would hit me quick in order to get over the fact that I actually love Chris’ girlfriend. She’s making it impossible for me to dislike her in the slightest.

I took a seat at the bar in a swivel bar stool and swallowed about a quarter of my drink. I also swallowed my pride and decided to start conversation. “How’d you and Chris meet?”

“Through some friends whom will be joining us later...” she washed dishes as she continued her story, “We all went out to a club together — my first night here — and he and I just hit it off.” A shrug.

“Hm...” I smiled a bit. “He’s always been the type to be so...nice.” I took a sip of my drink and the doorbell rang.

“Chris!” Nohea yelled. Her accent is beautiful too. “Ty and Ari are here!”

Wait a minute. Did she just say...?

I swiveled the chair so it’d face the front door.

“Heeey!” Her voice rang in my ear and brought back the worst memories in high school. The couple, and Nohea, met me at the bar stool.

“Jaclyn, this is Ty and —“

“Ariana Taylor.” I faked a smile, but she, however, did not. Her face was as annoyed and stale as it could possibly get. “We’ve crossed paths before. Nice to see you again.”

“Mm...” was all that left Ariana’s mouth. She walked around me and sat at he nicely set dining table.

“Okay then.” Nohea let out an awkward laugh and I chugged the rest of my drink. “I’m gonna get Chris. You two just...catch up.”

Fuck catching up. I need another drink

Nohea

Dinner was more awkward than I initially expected it to be, but less awkward that I thought after Ari and Jaclyn’s re-introduction. I still had no idea what that was about, but as long as everyone was enjoying the food, I was okay.

Ariana

I can’t believe this bitch wanted to play nice with me. I was so glad that I would never see her again after graduation. But boom -- here this hoe go. I’ve had to put up . with her bullying and bullshit for seven painful emotional years. She made my life a living hell for my brother and I. My whole fucking family. Chris knows it too, so I don’t get why he still hangs around the bitch.

“You good, Ari?” Nohea asked. I nodded slow, staring at Jaclyn as she engaged in conversation with Tyler. That made my blood boil. How dare you talk to a bitch that you know I hate? And how dare you talk to my nigga when you know I hate yo’ ass?

She can keep it up if she wants to. This time, it’ll be her blood shed on the damn ground instead of my brother’s.

Chris

Dinner was over and Jaclyn was about to go to the airport. She’d said her goodbyes to everyone, except Ariana, so I was outside walking her to her car.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” I asked. She leaned her back against the car as I stood in front of her.

“Other than that one little thing in there, yes I did.” She laughed.

“Aye, chill out. You konw Ari is like a sister to me. Y’all both are. Y’all gotta talk about what happened and fix that shit. Fast.”

She rolled her eyes, “okay, dad. I hat to admit, but I love your girlfriend.

“Oh really?” I smirked. “What about her?”

“Everything!” She fake cried. She told me how much she loved her cooking, how she decorated the house, how she treats me, and how beautiful she is.

“Thank you, Jay. That means a lot. I told you you’d love her. No matter how much you didn’t wanna believe it.”

“Yeah yeah.” Jaclyn rolled her eyes. “I gotta get goin’. I’ll see you in a few days?”

“Of course.” I gave her a hug, wrapped him around her neck and kissed her head. “Call me when you get back.”

“Okay, Simba. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

Nohea

Ari and Ty left a little after Jaclyn did. I tried to talk to Aria bout Jaclyn while Chris was outside, but she wasn’t going for it. I decided to ask Chris about their history once he got out of the shower.

“Babe, I have a question.”

“Wassup?” He slid on some basketball shorts and laid next to me.

“What’s going on between Arianna and Jaclyn?”

“Ah...” he scratched the back of his next, “...just some drama from high school they never got over. Nothin’ major.”

“Hmm, okay.” I pushed the thought of the pair actually having problems to the back of my head and cuddled under Chris. I was ready to beat Jaclyn’s ass once I saw how she looked at Ari. My girl always knows how to spot a fake bitch way before I do. But, out of respect for Chris (and his name being on the deed of the house), I let her stay.

“What you got goin’ on this week?” Chris asked while playing in my hair.

“Meeting on Friday at two and a lounge appearance Saturday night. Why?”

“We ain’t been on a date in a minute.” I immediately looked up at Chris. I was grinning hard as hell while he was trying to his his smirk.

“Where we goin’?” I asked. He shrugged his shoulders. “Tell meee!” I quickly sat up and straddled his waist.

“You gotta wait.” He laughed.

“Gimme a hint,” I pouted.

“Aight, uh...you’ve never been there before.”

“That doesn’t help at all, Christopher!”

“You’re beautiful. I love your accent.” He said, trying to change the subject.

“That’s not gonna work. Give me another --” He sat up and kissed me slowly, tightening the grip his palms had on my ass. “Chris...” I moaned.

“Hm?” His lips moved from mine to my neck.

“I hate you.” I bit my lip and let out a light moan.

“Mm...I know.”

Then I shut my ass up and let Chris have his way with me.

Tyler

Ariana was quiet as hell on the way home. She wasn’t even tlaking when we got back to the loft.

“Baby, talk to me.” I said to her. She stayed quiet and continued to walk into our bedroom. “Taylor!” I yelled.

“What?” She spat. “What the fuck do you want? You already know why I’m mad, so don’t fucking as me no dumb shit, Jones.”

“Who the fuck are you talking to?” I exclaimed. I grabbed her arm and turned her around so she was facing me. “Yes, I know why you’re mad. I also know that we should talk about it instead of you actin’ like a damn child.” I let go of her arm and sat her on the bed.

“You were being nice to every-damn-body tonight and now you wanna be mean to me?” She yelled. I took a deep breath before I said something I’d regret.

“What are you talking about, Arianna?”

“You were havin’ a whole conversation wit’ the bitch at dinner and you wanna act like shit is okay!”

“Ariana can you think for a minute? Nohea don’t know shit ‘bout Jaclyn. If I wouldn’t have talked to her, then all the business woulda been out and it woulda’ been hell for everybody. You know that.”

“Ty, I don’t give a damn. At all! You know everything that went down -- you were there. You should feel the same way I do about her lying ass.”

“Ari, you just being bitter. That shit happened two years ago.”

“I’m being bitter? Are you serious? She almost ruined my while family. Don’t tell me I should forgive and forget. It’s fuck her forever -- I promise you that.”

The Next Day - Ariana

I woke up with some bad nerves. So bad, my hands started sweating. I needed to tell Nohea about everything that happened between Jaclyn, my family, and I.

I showed up to Nohea’s Cascade Falls crib, unannounced, at 9 AM. Early, I know. I rang the doorbell over and over until I heard the door unlock. Thankfully, it was my pretty ass friend and not her tall ass boyfriend.

“Ari? W...” she yawned “...what are you doing here? It’s 9 AM.”

“I know. We need to talk.” I let myself in and immediately walked down to the studio. Nohea hesitated at first, but she eventually followed me.

“What’s going on?” she asked once she was finally seated in her chair. There was another seat, but I couldn't bring myself to sit down. I was so anxious.

"Jaclyn isn't the sweet girl she was last night. She's a bully and a fucking liar!" I blurted.

"Ari, where is this coming from?"

"Jaclyn and I went to middle school together. She was popular and she would always bully me. My brother was a sophomore at Mays so he couldn't protect me." My heart raced thinking about what I had gone through with her. "One day, I decided to fight back. I beat her ass but she was so embarrassed; she decided to hate me forever."

"What? She doesn't like you because of a fight in middle school?" Nohea asked. She sounded confused and acted like I was wasting her time.

"Let me finish..." I took a deep breath and continued, "It was 2013, senior year, two weeks before graduation. Everyone from our side of the city went to this party near the AUC..."

*2013 - Graduation Party - Ariana*

This house was way too packed. Niggas from Westlake, Mays, and every other school in the SWATS pulled up. Everybody was either drunk or high, so I'll let someone else do the math. Westside niggas with alcohol don't mix very well. I was outside, being patient, waiting for shit to go down. It was almost 1 AM when I head commotion coming from the front yard.

"Aye, T..." I said to my friend, "...let's go." We got up from the couch and followed everyone toward the house. The closer I got, the more I could hear my brother's voice. Him and Tremaine must be ready to fight some nigga from the Southside...again. "D!" I yelled, pushing through the crowd. "Dez what the fuck y'all get into now?"

"Ari not right now." D said to me. I looked passed Dez and Tre to find the dude they were arguing with. Of course, it's this hoe Jaclyn's boyfriend, Isaiah.

"Why the hell are y'all always getting into some bullshit? Especially with this nigga!" I yelled. Of course, Dez and Tre ignored me. "Come on, T." I rolled my eyes and started walking down the street to my car. I was so tired of Dez and his antics, he never knew when to let shit go.

About 30 seconds later, the gun shots rang out. There were four. My thoughts went straight to my brother. I couldn't think about anything else. "Dez!" I screamed. I turned around and started hauling ass toward him. Everything moved so slow. My heartbeat. My breathing. Everything.

"Ariana!" I heard T yell from behind me. "No!" She grabbed my arm and started running with me toward my car. At this point, I was furious. Didn't even know if my brother was dead or alive...

*Present Day - Ariana*

"So where does Jaclyn come into all this?" Nohea asked.

"After the shots went off, everyone ran. Even her. The next day, she found out that her boyfriend was the one that got shot. He died at Grady an hour later. Everyone that was there knew who shot Isaiah, except Jaclyn and I. But of course, no one wanted to speak up. So, Jaclyn thought it'd be cute to be the only witness even though she didn't see shit. She accused my brother of being her boyfriend's murderer."

"Ari...wow..." Nohea pulled me into her arms and hugged me. It was the best thing I could get in that moment.

"My brother spent one and a half years in Fulton County Jail before they saw that he was innocent. She almost ruined my family. This shit has been bothering me for so long. I haven't seen her since the vigil we had for him at Westlake. And then she shows up here playing nice?"

"I had no idea, Ari. If Chris had been honest with me, I would've never agreed to her coming."

"Don't be too hard on him when you kill him." *Chris*

I got back from the gym with Ty around two o'clock. A nigga felt tired, hungry, and so ready to lay up with my girl. And take a bomb ass nap. "Babygirl! I'm home!" I yelled. Walking up to the room, I could tell that the vibe was a little off. Usually, Nohea would open the door and greet me with her gorgeous ass smile, but she didn't do that.

As soon as I opened the door, I knew I was in trouble.

"Chris, please sit down." Nohea said.

"Damn. No kiss? No hello?" I let out a sigh and sat at the foot of the bed. Standing in from of me, she looked so good in her crop top and Nike sweats. I wanted to eat her up right there, the fact that she was mad at me made it even worse.

"Ari told me everything about her and Jaclyn." I sighed, rolled my eyes, and put my head in my hands. "My best friend, Chris..."

"My best friend, Nohea..."

"Oh bullshit. I've never even heard you speak of her until you wanted to invite her over. Ari'a brother almost got life because of her! And you stood by her the whole time?"

"I'm saying I don't have to be loyal to Ariana. I only have to be loyal to you and Jay. That's it."

"Chris, being loyal to me means being loyal to my friends and the relationships I have with them. You knew Jaclyn was wrong and you lied to me about knowing!"

"So can you do the same for me? Can you respect my relationship with Jaclyn? And don't you dare bring up shit about lying," I demanded.

"Chris..." she sighed, "...you don't care, so fuck it." Nohea waked to the closet and grabbed her purse and keys.

"What, Okalani? What do you wanna talk about? I'm sorry I lied to you, but Jaclyn has been there for me since day one."

"You need to think about how you treat people, Chris. You're so selfish. As long as it benefits you and the people you fuck with it, it's okay. But if it has something to do with your fucking girlfriend and the people I love, you don't give a fuck. I'm starting not to give a fuck about you." With that, she walked out of our room and downstairs. I heard the front door open, close, and her car start in the driveway.

"God damn, bruh..." I said to myself. To destress, I took a shower and played 6lack's newest album throughout the room. After my shower, I decided to lay down and take a nap. As soon as my touched the pillow, Jaclyn called me. I took a deep breath and answered. "Wassup?"

"Nothing, " she said. "I kinda wanted to hear your voice. How are you?"

"I'm tired."

"That's it? You sound like you going through something."

"Nah. Lemme call you later." I hung up without letting her say another word.

I need to do some self-reflection after this nap.

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