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jenohi · 4 years ago

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Let Me Love You

"Smoke and Mirrors keep us waiting on a miracle."

“My cousin Y/N is transferring here to SMU. My parents asked me to stay with her and take care of her, so she and I decided to share an apartment. I know we planned to stay here for all 4 years of college but my parents were adamant.” Taeil said to his friends apologetically.

Yuta got up from the table and scoffed. He would never openly admit it to anybody but in the past year he had gotten really attached to his friends, the members of their new secret society, NCT. After their first semester, they had agreed to rent a house together on the edge of campus that they would all stay in for the next seven semesters of university. “How old is she? 12? She’s a university student, why does she need to be babysat by you?”

The other members eyed Yuta wearily, he definitely had the shortest temper out of all of them. After a long pause, Taeyong decided on a resolution. “That’s okay Taeil, we understand. Just remember we’ll always have a room open for you. You’re still a member of NCT. Every Sunday at 8 we’ll still meet here if that works for everybody?”

Taeyong looked around the table and was satisfied when everybody nodded, the last person he saw was Yuta. Yuta wasn’t happy about this, but he knew it wasn’t really his place to tell his friend not to move out. So eventually, he nodded his head in agreement as well and Taeyong smiled. He didn’t see it but Taeil smiled and breathed a sigh of relief as well.

‘In all 21 years of my life, I have never met someone as infuriating as Nakamoto Yuta.’ You thought as you tossed the left over trash from your cousin and his teammate, friend? You weren't exactly sure what their relationship was. When the Moon cousins had initially agreed to share an apartment together in the city just outside their university, the last thing You expected was to have to deal with a constant stream of rowdy boys constantly going in and out of their apartment.

After piling all the leftover dishes into the sink, You turned on the faucet and began to start washing the dishes. You only looked up and smiled when Taeil spoke to you, about to leave their place “Hey Y/N, thanks for making us dinner. It was really yummy!”

Yuta didn’t say anything. He could sense that You always had some kind of edge against him. It bothered him a little bit, but not enough for him to do anything about it. Whenever he came to hang out with Taeil at his place, you usually stayed out of the way so although your presence may have been uncomfortable. It had never outright inconvenienced him.

Once the two had left, You made your way to the balcony of their apartment. You shrieked when you breathed in the remnants of the cigarette smoke in the air. You looked down to see two cigarette butts in the ashtray that had not been properly snuffed out. You picked them up and tossed them on the ground and stomped on them to snuff them out.

You didn’t have an issue with smoking, you even smoked a cigarette or two in the times you were most stressed out but there were few things you hated more than the smell of cigarettes. After snuffing out the butts, you stormed back into the apartment and picked up your phone to call Taeil.

“Hey, I thought I told you to make sure you take care of the cigarettes and the smell when you’re done smoking them!” You yelled into the phone as soon as your cousin answered. “Look, I don’t have an issue with it, but I don’t want to accidentally burn down our entire apartment complex and you know I hate the smell when you smoke too much.”

You stopped your rant when you realized your cousin hadn’t said anything. Taeil was sweet and usually he would have said something to apologize by now. You looked down at your phone, his name was on the caller ID. You brought the phone back up to your ear “Taeil?”

“Not Taeil. This is Yuta.”

“Yuta? Where’s Taeil? Why are you answering his phone? Can you put him on the line?”

There was a pause, You could hear vague mutterings from the phone before Yuta’s voice was back on the line. “Taeil’s busy right now.”

You heard a groan that sounded like someone got hit and then a bunch of voices that followed in an ‘ooh’. Then you heard a voice that sounded suspiciously like your cousin scream. “Is that Taeil? Is he okay?”

“I’ll let him know you called. I gotta go now. Bye.” Yuta said quickly, trying to end the conversation.

“Wait!” You shrieked before he could hang up. “What’s going on? Where are you guys?”

You narrowed your eyes as you heard Yuta scoff into the phone “your cousin Taeil is a grown-ass man. You don’t have to worry about him alright?”

“But-”

“Are you busy tonight?”

“What?”

“There’s a party tonight at my house. Come, starts at 11:30 PM.”

“No, I don’t want to go to a party. It’s a Tuesday! Is Taeil okay? That sounded like him earlier.”

“If you want to check on your beloved cousin, come to my party. He’ll be there. Loosen up a little bit, it’ll be fun.”

“Um, I’ll think about it.”

“Great.” Yuta said, hanging up before You could say anything else. You stared at your phone, what in the world had just happened? You looked at the clock to see that it was 10:30. You had an hour to decide if you would actually go to the party or not. Who else was going to be there?

You didn’t know very many people since you had just transferred to SMU, so maybe it was a good idea to go to this party and socialize a little bit. You could take the opportunity to potentially make some friends.

Just as You was about to finish touching up your make-up, your phone pinged. You picked it up to see that it was an address from an unknown number. You tapped on the address to see where it was, as you were doing so, you saw a notification of another message. ‘This is Yuta btw.’

The house was on the very edge of campus and close enough that you could just walk there. You were surprised to see that there were already crowds of people both inside and outside the house. There were colorful lights flashing from outside the house.

‘How the heck am I actually supposed to meet anybody like this?’ You asked herself. You took a deep breath and made her way up the stairs and into the packed house. You threaded through the crowd of people dawdling in the foyer, pushing her way to find some space. Eventually, you made her way into the kitchen and breathed a sigh of relief once you had some space to herself.

There was a whole bunch of opened bottles of alcohol and stacks of cups laid out on the island in the middle of the kitchen. You moved closer to the island and started reading the labels of the bottles. In Germany you didn’t go to very many parties, if you wanted to drink you would just go to the bar and order a beer. But you didn’t see any kind of drink you recognized here.

“Do you need help?” a melodic voice asked her. You turned around to see a fairy like girl approach her. You didn’t say anything as the girl grabbed the cup from her hand.

“Do you like Coca Cola?” the girl asked. You nodded and you grabbed a large glass bottle and started pouring the liquid into the plastic cup and then you grabbed the large bottle of Coca Cola resting on the island and poured it into the cup before handing the cup back to You.

“I’m Selena by the way.” Now that You could see her up close, she really did look like a fairy. You didn’t comment on the fact that her hair seemed kinda messy or that her lipstick was obviously smeared.

“Nice to meet you Selena, I’m You.”

Just as Selena was about to respond, a pair of arms wrapped around her waist effectively cutting off the conversation. You were shocked to see that it was Taeil who had his arms wrapped around Selena, he was currently whispering something into her ear that made her giggle.

When Taeil looked up, his eyebrows jumped up to see You standing there. “Hey Y/N, I didn’t know you were coming.”

“Uh yeah, it was kind of last minute. Yuta invited me actually.”

At this, Taeil’s eyebrows rose even higher. He knew that the two had always been at odds with each other. “Yuta?”

As if he were summoned by the devil himself, Yuta appeared in the kitchen. He strode over to the other side of the kitchen island and started digging through the bottles. Cursing when he couldn’t find whatever bottle he was looking for. He paused when he spotted the drink in You’s hand.

“What are you drinking?” he asked. His eyes looked up, one side of his lips pulling up into a smirk when he recognized You. “So the prissy princess finally decided to show her face to the lowly commoners.”

“I’m not a prissy princess.” You said. You looked down at your cup and then over at Selena, you had no idea what drink the girl had made for you.

“Sorry Yuta. I used the last of the rum to make her a rum and coke.” Selena said, a smirk painted on her face. You tried not to appear too nosy when you looked over at Selena to see her leaning into Taeil. Did Taeil have a girlfriend that You didn’t know about?

It was obvious that Yuta was dissatisfied. He stared you down and when you finally turned your attention to him, he looked down at the drink. “Are you going to drink that?”

You looked down at the cup again, startled, then looked back up at Yuta. “Uh, yeah but you can have some if you’d like.”

You handed him your red solo cup over the kitchen island. Yuta plucked it from your hand and took a slug of it before dropping it back into your hand. “It's good. Try it.”

He drank a lot, half of the cup was empty. You lifted the cup to your face and took a sip, you tried not to make a face as you tasted the bitter rum. This is what people drank at parties?

“What do you think?”

“It’s alright.” You said. It tasted horrible and you didn’t want it anymore. But you didn’t want to offend Selena.

“Liar.” Yuta said, he scoffed as he grabbed the cup from your hands and drank the rest of it.

“I’m not lying!” You said, looking over to make sure you didn’t offend Selena. You were shocked to see that Selena and your cousin had disappeared. “Okay, maybe I lied a little bit.”

Yuta tossed his head back and laughed. “Loosen up. You look so uncomfortable. This is a party, go have fun.”

“I’ve never been to a party before. Everyone is already so...drunk.” You said.

Suddenly everything made sense to Yuta, why the darn girl was always so uptight and prissy all the time. He made his way around the kitchen island and stood in front of You before placing one arm on each side of you and leaning down “they didn’t have parties back wherever you came from?”

What was he doing? You thought. You leaned back as far as you could, the expression on Yuta’s face was smug and you weren't sure what he was going to do. Out of all of Taeil’s friends, you heard that Yuta was the wildest and most spontaneous. “In Germany we just go to bars and drink beer. I’ve never gone to an event so...wild.”

“You think this is wild?” Yuta asked. “Have you checked out the basement yet?”

You shook your head. Yuta grinned, almost maniacally and grabbed one of your wrists and tugged you behind him, pulling you through crowds of people. Unlike how you had to push your way between groups of people earlier, the crowds seemed to part for Yuta and wherever he went eyes followed him.

Instead of pulling you downstairs like you expected, he pulled you up a set of stairs and pulled you into an empty room. You took a few deep breaths to calm yourself down. Both You and Yuta could tell that you had been tense and uncomfortable since you had stepped into the house.

“Pick your poison.” Yuta said, pulling open a fridge he had set aside in the corner of his room. “These are all my drinks. This is the good stuff that we don’t share at parties.”

“Wow, you’re letting me have exclusive access?” You said, in an almost mocking tone. Yuta raised an eyebrow.

You bent down to look to see what was in the fridge. You smiled in delight when you saw your favorite brand of beer. You grabbed a bottle and held it against the edge of the fridge and smacked the top with your hand to take off the cap. Yuta didn’t say anything but he was impressed, this was the first time he had seen You behave this way.

Yuta couldn’t say anything when You tossed your head back to take a sip of beer. You made it look like a beer commercial. After a couple more delicate sips, Yuta grabbed one of your arms and pulled you close so that you stood in between his legs and your ear was right up against his mouth.

“Chug it.” he said. You looked at him with your eyebrows raised. Yuta raised his eyebrows in return.

You shouldn’t chug it. That would be unclassy. You thought. But why did you kind of want to? You looked Yuta in the eyes and narrowed your eyes, what was he playing at? The corner of Yuta’s lips pulled up into his trademark smirk as he opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of the same beer and used his teeth to pop the top off.

Yuta pulled the bottle you drank from out of his hand and replaced it with the one you just opened. He put your already opened one on the desk and grabbed another one before biting on the cap again and spitting out the cap. He clinked the two newly opened bottles together, and lifted his bottle up to his lips.

“I’ll do it with you.” Yuta said.

With the bottle at his lips, Yuta gave you the most taunting expression. He was challenging you, and You never refused a challenge. You brought your bottle to your lips and started pouring the beer back down your throat.

Yuta was both mildly surprised and mildly amused to see how quickly You had finished your beer. In fact, you had finished your bottle before he had finished his. As soon as you finished your first bottle, he picked up the bottle you drank from earlier that was sitting on his desk and handed it to your.

You gave him a look before placing down the bottle you had finished and taking the one you had drank from earlier and tossing it back down your throat as well.

Two beers wasn’t enough to get you blackout drunk. But it was certainly enough for you to start feeling a buzz.

Yuta waited for you to finish your second beer and once you did he took the bottle from you and grinned at you. You grinned back like a loon and with a satisfied grin Yuta grabbed your wrist again and pulled you behind him.

This time, he did pull you down to the basement. And it was wild. It was dark and the lights were colorful. There were people everywhere and this time people did not part for Yuta. People were dancing, or wobbling goofily. The sight was amusing.

You didn’t even notice that you had let go of Yuta’s hand. You found yourself swaying along to the loud beats of the song. You didn’t know who was around you or exactly where you were but you were having fun. Honestly, it was kind of gross as it was super hot and there were at least 5 people pressed up against you but never had you let herself experience this kind of situation.

Yuta cursed when he noticed that You were no longer with him. You would be fine on your own right? He needed to find Taeyong and take care of some things really quick.

You spotted Taeil near a makeshift bar and grinned, you pushed through the people and made your way over to him grinning. He grinned back and waved at you. When you were close enough, he approached you “are you having fun?”

You nodded, dancing along to the beat. “I didn’t think I would but I’m actually enjoying this. I could use a drink though, it’s kind of hot down here.”

Taeil nodded and brought out another red solo cup. “The only thing we have down here is jungle juice. It’s pretty much just cheap wine with juice, but it does the job.”

You took a sip and was delighted to find that it tasted pretty much just like juice and you drank the rest of the cup and before handing it back to Taeil for him to refill. The surprise was evident on his face “I didn’t know you liked these kinds of events. I should have invited you earlier.”

“No it’s okay. I’ve never really been to an event like this before and I don’t think I’d like it. But today I am loosening up.” You declared. You grabbed the cup and wandered off into the crowd of people.

The alcohol was starting to hit you and the people around you were starting to blur. You suddenly felt nauseous when you felt someone grab you by the wrist and jerk you around. When you looked up you saw that it was Yuta.

“Yuta!”

“What’s that in your hand? Where did you get that?” he asked. He tried to grab the cup from you but you kept moving it away from him. “Don’t you know you’re not supposed to accept drinks from strangers? Are you stupid?”

You shoved him away, shocked into sobriety by his words. You moved to walk away from him. You thought maybe you had read Yuta wrong and maybe he wasn’t so infuriating but actually he was infuriating and a jerk.

Undeterred, Yuta followed you and grabbed your again. This time he did manage to grab the cup from your hands and he tossed it in a trash can that was sitting in the corner of the basement.

“Hey! What are you doing?” You shrieked.

“What are you doing? Where did you get that drink? It could be roofied.” he yelled.

“What is your problem? I got that from Taeil. You know? My cousin?” You yelled back. This time Yuta had no words. You rolled your eyes and scoffed, you placed both hands on his chest and leaned close to speak in his ear.

“Get lost.”

You used both hands to push him back into the crowd and stepped away from him. You found the staircase that led you back to the main floor and made your way up. This isn't fun anymore. The party was over. Taeil was fine.

“What’s your problem?” Yuta yelled from behind you. You whirled around him and stomped back to him and stood so that you were standing right in front of him nose to nose.

“No. What’s your problem? You invited me to this party. You gave me a drink too! Why are you overreacting over Taeil giving me a drink?”

He followed you out of the NCT house. “Aw, did I make the prissy princess upset? I’m so sorry. Whatever will I do?”

“What’s wrong with you?” You screamed once you were both far enough from the NCT house. You were incredibly irritated, tired, and frustrated.

“What do you have against me? Ever since you’ve arrived at SMU all you’ve done is be such a bitch. To me. And specifically me. Trust me, I’ve noticed.”

You paused. You didn’t realize that Yuta had noticed. You looked away and tried to think of what to say. You couldn’t come up with the right thing to say so you just settled with “sorry.”

“Sorry? You think I’m gonna let you get off with a sorry?” Yuta scoffed. He walked up to you this time, and looked down at you.

“What do you want then?” You asked, not backing down.

“You.” Yuta said, and for a moment it was dead silent. Then Yuta threw his head back and cackled. “That’s what you thought I was gonna say right?”

He didn’t even notice that you had turned around and stormed off back towards the direction of your apartment. He followed you back to your apartment, but he didn’t bother to chase after you. He strolled casually back towards your apartment jingling your keys in his pocket.

As soon as you reached your apartment and reached into your pocket for your keys you cursed when you realized they weren’t on you. You patted your other pockets and fished out your phone hoping that Taeil was still awake. You dialed his number.

“Looking for these?” You heard Yuta say from behind you as he jingled your keys in front of your face.

Just as you reached up to snatch them from him, he moved to hold them behind his back.

“Give those back to me. I want to go home and sleep. This night sucks.”

“No.”

You whined. “Why?”

“Tell me what I did wrong.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m sorry for being a bitch can I have my keys back?”

Yuta looked unimpressed.

“Fine. I’ll tell you why I’ve been rude to you, but can we do it inside? You’ll probably think it’s really stupid once you hear.”

“Okay. Move.”

You moved away from the door, and watched as he unlocked the door and pushed it open. You stepped inside when he gestured for you to go in. He stepped in after you and shut the door behind you both as you both took off your shoes and stepped into the apartment. Once the two of you were situated on opposite ends of the couch facing each other you spoke.

“The first few times you visited our apartment I got the impression that you were upset with me. That you didn’t want me around. So naturally, I decided to act back. Plus, whenever you come here you and Taeil leave this place a mess. The other guys either clean up after themselves or it’s not so bad and Taeil cleans it up himself.”

Yuta didn’t say anything for a few moments. “The truth is, I didn’t want you here. At first.”

“Great.” you said, turning away from him and getting up from the couch. “Get out.”

“Wait.” Yuta said, grabbing your hand before you could leave. “At first. At first, I didn’t want you here. The truth is your cousin is awesome, before you came we and a few other guys lived together and they’re the closest friends I’ve ever had. We were, we are a brotherhood. And I was concerned about what you coming here and Taeil moving out would do to the dynamic of our friendship.”

“So what?” You asked, turning around to look at him. “What changed?”

Yuta didn’t answer and you were getting annoyed. So you tried to tug your hand out of his. But he didn’t let go. Instead when you tried pulling your hand out of his a second time, he pulled you forward, so hard you fell into his lap.

“I realized I was being really dumb. I realized that Taeil’s cousin is really cool and I started to get jealous that she treated all the other brothers better than me. Then...I started to develop feelings for Taeil’s hot prissy cousin from Germany.”

You didn’t say anything as you were straddled on Yuta’s lap. His forehead was pressed against yours and you could feel his eyes looking at yours, trying to make eye contact you. But you were unsure of how to feel, you kept your eyes looking downward. How had things shifted so suddenly? What was this feeling?

Before Yuta could second guess himself he leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours. He stayed like that, holding his breath and hoping you wouldn’t push him away. When you lifted an arm around his shoulders and moved your lips against him he breathed a sigh of relief and wrapped his arms around your torso and pulled you in so that your bodies were melded together.

When you ran out of breath you pulled your lips from his and leaned back to catch your breath. Yuta moved one arm from your waist up so that his hand held the side of your head. You leaned your head into it and he leaned forward and began to kiss down from behind your ear to your collarbones.

“I-, we should stop.” you were confused and you were tired. How had things escalated so quickly?

Yuta stopped and lifted his head up. He moved his arm back down so that both arms tightly gripped your waist, holding you against him. You moved your hands to his biceps and tried to push yourself out of his grip. “Let me go.”

“Don’t you think that we should talk about it?”

“No. I want to sleep.” You said, still looking away from him and avoiding his gaze.

He lifted you up wordlessly, you gave up on trying to fight out of his grip and wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders. You tucked your face into his neck.

“Don’t fall asleep.” Yuta said as he fell back on your bed, still carrying you. “The way we are, we still have a million miles ahead of us.”

“I don’t want to talk about it. Please, Yuta. I need to sleep and I need to think.”

You were saying one thing, but your face was still tucked into Yuta’s neck and your limbs were still wrapped around Yuta’s body.

“Can I stay?” Yuta asked quietly. The truth was, he was nervous and worried that he had come on too strong, that he had played his cards wrong. But he breathed a sigh of relief when he heard you say.

“Yeah.”

The last thing you heard as Yuta lifted both of you up and under the covers was “don’t you give up. Let me love you.”

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misterghostfrog · 4 years ago

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39 FOR THE PROMPTS PLEASE AAAAA

LOOK OK, i’m going to start by saying this one... got away from me a little bit. And I didn’t originally mean to combine the prompts, and neither are technically correct. BUT consider you can’t stop me

39. Kissing tears from the other’s face.

30. Pulling away from a kiss, whispering words of love against each other’s lips.

Cw; This takes place after the unknowing but before Jon wakes up in canon, and Martin starts in a rough headspace. Also accidental compulsion.

(This is actually a sorta part-2 to the pre-unknowing ficlet I did! Tho u don’t gotta read it to understand it works as a standalone too. Anyway welcome to the AU ZONE)

EDIT: fixed a typo

Martin usually visits Jon on Thursday.

He used to visit every day. But the nurses began to give him looks after the first month, and it was hard to balance checking on Jon with regular life things like groceries, laundry, and work. So he’s cut back. If only to preserve his sanity.

He considered Sunday. But Sunday is the day he visits his mum, another thing that has been hard to balance with- well. Everything. Besides, it’s hard to stack that much heartbreak into one day.

The receptionist gives him a funny look. He would give himself a funny look too, he looks a wreck, he knows it. She knows him, so seeing him on a wednesday looking like he crawled out of the back end of hell. Or maybe just hasn’t done any laundry for a few days. Or showered. And got in a fight and lost.

He’s already waited too long though, he thinks. He... well. It’s his last chance, he supposes. If Jon isn’t coming back, then...

Yeah.

It’ll be for the best.

He turns the knob on the door, he knows what he’ll say. Even if he’s talking to a dead man he needs a speech apparently. And-

He bounces off of something- or someone. Who trips back a step in turn.

“Oh god- I’m so sorry-” He says almost automatically.

“No, don’t worry about it I wasn’t-”

“I wasn’t even looking where I was going a-and-”

“Really it’s fine-”

The man isn’t a nurse, Martin’s sees that much. He’s tall-ish. Handsome, certainly. Definitely no-one he’s ever met. And certainly no-one he thinks might have a reason to visit Jon. Not that Jon shouldn't get handsome visitors, but- well. He doesn’t- didn’t? Have many people outside of the institute he ever talked about. And so this guy turning up out of the blue is... well.

“Er- I’m sorry, but who... who are you?” He’s not- he’s not upset. that this random stranger is visiting Jon. It’s just weird is all. Yeah. Really weird, actually.

“Oh! I- I’m- I’m a friend of Jons.” The man says with an awkward smile, his eyes darting down to his shoes for a moment as he says it. “Er- Antonio.” He tacks the name on like an afterthought. This time his gaze flicks somewhere around Martin's shoulder, he shuffles on his feet.

Martin’s never been an expert at picking up on lies, not to say he’s bad at it. He just doesn’t find it something to worry about generally. But it’s hard not to notice when ‘Antonio’ is basically holding an imaginary blinking neon sign that says ‘I AM LYING’ with accompanying metaphorical Morse code with the same message.

He swears he’s heard that name before though.

“Oh. Er- he’s never um, talked about you?” he says carefully.

“Oh, yeah. Very old friends. Haven’t um- talked in a while.” ‘Antonio’ waves a hand awkwardly. And casting consistent looks towards the elevator.

“Uh-huh.”

“Anyway! I’m uh- I’ll be going now. Visits over stuff to do y’know.” He’s already walking away as he says it, backing up for a moment and casting a quick wave before trotting away down the hall.

“Oh, y-yeah. Sure, bye?” Martin waves- though ‘Antonio’ isn’t looking. Watching as he basically runs down the hall.

“Bye!” ‘Antonio’ throws over his shoulder as he turns the corner to the elevators.

Well then.

“Huh.”

That’s not how he thought this visit was going to start.

He pauses for a moment. He’d been working off of something of a momentum. Check in with the nurse, make his speech. And be ready to say his goodbyes. But that... whatever just happened. Well, it threw him off.

He sighs.

It doesn’t matter. Weirdo visiting Jon. Seems about right, actually. If he thinks about it. Probably left a statement somewhere too, just to complete the weird weird picture.

The word ‘weird’ is starting to sound less like the a word the more he thinks about it.

He pushes the door to the hospital room open, he knows he’s imagining it. But the air feels heavier. The dread of the situation. The finality. Jon is still there, unmoving in his hospital bed. There's several machines tucked into the corner, they’d unhooked him from everything after the first month when it became clear that this is simply his state of being. That’s also about the time the nurses started telling him Jon probably wasn’t waking up.

He’s not going to wake up. Martin knows he’s not going to wake up. He’s been fooling himself for so long but now with the flesh attack he needs to do something. Or at the very least stop feeling like he’s doing nothing. But being miserable isn’t a solution either.

Maybe there is no solution. Maybe it’s just, problems. Stuff he can’t fix or deal with and just- has to let it follow him until he dies.

He shifts, and his ankle twinges.

He’d tripped. It’s so stupid, it wasn’t even the monsters. He’d just- fallen and ended up hiding in a side room while everyone else dealt with meaty things crawling out of the floorboards. Just sat and hid and did nothing.

He’s tired of doing nothing.

Jon snores, interrupting his train of thought.

Martin smiles, god he’d forgotten Jon did that. Those little snorting snores- he’d only heard them a few times, back at the institute. It had scared the hell out of him the first time he’d been living-

Wait.

What?

Martin blinks. And watches as Jon scrunches his nose, making a small irritated noise- and turns over.

What.

His head skips, rewinds. Plays what he just saw back. Jon is breathing, how long has he been breathing? Doesn’t matter, he’s breathing which means he’s alive but what-

That weird guy. “Antonio”

He’s gone, Martin knows he’s gone. But he checks anyway. Even running all the way to the elevators. But he’s gone.

And Jon...

Jon is alive.

The thought hits his brain, and then slips away like a wet fish. There’s no guarantees. This could be a fluke, this could be a trap. It might not even be Jon. Just... something that looks like him, and snores like him. And-

A nurse taps him on the shoulder. And he realizes he’s been staring at the elevators for, well, he doesn’t know how long. Long enough to catch several concerned glances from passers-by though.

“Are you alright sir?” She asks, politely. He recognizes her, he chatted with her once when visiting Jon. She’s nice. She does the check ups a lot of the time, one of the few who’ll actually do it.

“He’s alive.” He says flatly, instead of answering. Because he’s not sure what the answer to the question is anyway.

The doctors do tests, though not many. According to them he’s fine. Fit as a fiddle aside from some fatigue and a little confusion. Which clearly makes them uncomfortable. Which he understands. A man wakes up from a three-month coma like he’d just rolled out of bed on a Monday morning? It makes him uncomfortable too, he thinks.

Basira drops off a statement. ‘Just felt like I should’ she’d said when he asked why. And neither of them felt particularly good about that answer.

After the statement he’s fine, not even fatigued. He’s alive.

He keeps looking at Martin.

Martin isn’t sure why he doesn’t want to look back.

Maybe it’s because it still feels like a trap, all of a sudden he comes back with no- no fanfare no effort. Right as rain and just... there.

Nobody else wants to deal with him right now- not after he just pulled a Lazarus like that. Jon wants to go to the institute. But Martin isn’t having it. He just woke up from a three-month coma. He’s going home. And yes- his lease apparently expired before the unknowing, so he doesn’t have a place to stay. And yes the only person willing to give him a place to stay is Martin. And Martin... well, it’s Jon. and even if it wasn’t, in the wake of losing three months of his life- and a friend. Or someone who had been a friend at a point before this all went to hell. He wouldn’t leave him alone for anything.

Martin tries to force himself to come to terms with it as they both climb into his car- this is what he wanted. He should be overjoyed. But it feels... it feels like if he looks at Jon for too long he’ll just... disappear. Or stop breathing again. Or stop being Jon.

“Good to see not too much has changed while I was gone.” Jon says wryly as he wrestles with the seatbelt. Which squeaks as he struggles to pull it out far enough to actually fasten it.

Martin just hums in response. Not trusting his voice not to betray whatever it is he’s feeling right now.

The drive to his flat is mostly quiet, aside from a few awkward attempts at conversation from Jon that all fall miserably flat. Eventually he gives up, and the rest of the drive is spent in silence.

It’s not too far from the hospital to his flat. So before he knows it he’s leading Jon up the steps to his home.

It’s not much, he knows. Can’t afford anything truly fancy when carrying medical bills around. But it’s nice, homey. He hopes.

“Home sweet home.” He says, dropping his keys on the table by the door and hoping he sounds cheery. Because he doesn’t know what else to be right now. He’s figured out what emotion he’s feeling, though he’s not sure it counts as an emotion honestly.

Numb.

Stupid, isn’t it?

“The bathrooms down the hall- I think your stuff’s all in storage at the moment,” his voice wobbles at that, he swallows “so we’ll have to go get that soon. You can help yourself to anything in the fridge-” He’s stopped by a hand on his wrist. Familiar, too-thin, and cool.

“Martin.” Jon says. “Did I... did I do something to upset you?” It’s a question, small and helpless. Martin just wants to brush it off, he’s fine. He just needs time-

“You died, Jon.” He says instead. The words coming out unbidden.

“I- I came back.” He tightens his grip on Martins wrist for a moment before loosening “In one piece even. I believe that was a part of our agreement” There’s a note of teasing in that last part, Martin wishes it was funny.

“I said come back safe Jon, not ‘come back from the dead’” Jon's hand drops from his wrist.

“Do you not... Are you not glad I’m back?” He sounds- sad. Of course he sounds sad Martin basically just said he wished he'd died.

“Of course I’m glad your back, I just-”

“Then what’s wrong?” The words are just- they’re just words. But Martin feels something pull in his chest.

Martin looks at Jon for the first time since the hospital.

“I’m scared, Jon! I You were dead for three months, Y-you didn’t even have a heartbeat and I-” He brings a hand upland runs it through his hair, Jon doesn’t need to hear this. He should be resting not listening to Martin dump his issues like this- “you were dead and I was the only one left. A-and yeah you came back, but- god what even is this! You’re just, fine. A-and I’m- I don’t want you to not be fine but I- I can’t even prove to myself that you’re real and not- I-I don’t-” He forces himself to stop. clamping his jaw shut around the words that suddenly feel like they’re pushing at the back of his throat like bile. Jon stares back at him, eyes wide and confused and hurt. He’s disheveled and still wearing the pajamas Martin had brought for him in the first week. Small and tired and maybe even real. He looks at Jon until he can’t because his vision begins to blur and his eyes begin to burn.

“Martin, I- I’m- I’m sorry I-” Jon's blurry form moves, and Martin shuts his eyes. Shaking his head. He should be the one apologizing, Jon didn’t need to hear that and he just- threw it at him.

“I’m-” Martin tries to apologize, but it comes out as little more than a croak. Cool hands cup his cheeks, and he opens his eyes. Jon's face is closer now, eyes scanning desperately over Martin's face.

“I- I’m not- I don’t know what I am but I’m- I-I’m me. I-I promise, I don’t know how to prove it to you but I-” Jon starts, and Martin can see his lips move to form the words-

Jon is here, he’s alive. He’s awake. His hands are on Martin's cheeks and he’s running his thumb through the tear tracks, fumbling over awkward reassurances. and looking so, so earnest. Hell, he made a joke about a conversation nobody else heard. Something just between the two of them, nobody else. And to fear entities, maybe that doesn’t matter. But for now, with Jon so close and acting so perfectly imperfectly Jon. Martin can let- no. Make himself believe. Jon’s not dead, it’s not a trap. Not right now, not yet. Just for right now, Martin isn’t alone anymore.

It doesn’t take much to lean forward, pressing their lips together. Jon makes a small, cut-off sound of surprise before melting into it, letting a hand move to the back of Martin's hair and the other fall to his shoulder. Martin's arms wrapping around Jon's waist.

Eventually they have to part for air. Martin doesn’t open his eyes, but he can feel Jon's breath on his face, and his hand in his hair and it’s all just another reminder he’s alive. And so wonderfully real.

He feels Jon move after a moment, using the hand he’s left on the back of Martin's head to guide him down. Pressing now-warm lips to the wet patches on his cheeks. Martin tries to laugh, he’s not sure why. It all just seems a little absurd all of a sudden. but it comes out as sort of a wet hiccup. Prompting Jon to tilt his head, and lock their lips together again.

Martin doesn’t know how long they stand in his entryway, trading kisses and just... being in each other's arms. But it’s long enough he’s run out of tears for Jon to try to kiss away, and the strange wired feeling has faded. Leaving him tired and heavy and in desperate need of a lie-down.

He pulls back, though not far. He can still feel Jon's lips against his as he speaks.

“Please don’t die again.” He says softly.

Jon sighs, pressing a small, chaste kiss against his lips.

“I’ll do my best,” he says, and Martin can feel the words as Jon's mouth brushes his as much as he hears them. And then he kisses Martin again, like he’s trying to seal the words there with his lips.

And, Martin supposes that promise was enough last time. It might be more than enough for him now.

#tma #the magnus archives #ficlet #jmart #jonmartin #Jonathan sims #Martin blackwood #Ghostly scribble #Ghostly scribbles #coulson-is-an-avenger

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hidden-otaku-stuff · 4 years ago

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You’re a What?

tw: cursing

Word count: 3.8k

Pairing: Atsumu Miya x gymnastics fem!reader

Genre: angst, fluff

AN: Happy birthday Atsumu!

“Oi, ‘Tsumu, you got a visitor!” Ginjima hollered, smirking at the entrance.

“Damn it Gin!” You whined, crossing your arms. “I was tryna’ scare him!”

“Can’t scare me, doll,” Atsumu grinned, running towards you. “Hey baby.”

“Hey ‘Tsum.” You step on your tip-toe, pressing your lips to his cheek. “Brought you a bento.”

“You’re the best!” Atsumu cheered, taking the cloth-wrapped package.

“Got anythin’ for me, (Nickname)?”

You chuckle, nodding. “Oi!” Atsumu protested as you handed Osamu a wrapped box as well. “I don’t feel special anymore.” The older twin pouts, crossing his arms.

“I made yours special, ‘Tsum. There’s extra tuna in it,” you roll your eyes, amusement glinting in your eyes. “Auntie asked me to bring ‘Samu a bento though.” You step forward, greeting the rest of the team with a wide smile. “And I brought some honey lemon slices for y’all too.”

“You’re the best (Nickname).” Suna grinned, greedily taking the jar from you.

“Oi, you better share that,” Ginjima protested, heading over to Suna to try and swipe the jar.

“Don’t forget your manners.” Kita said, fixing his team-mates with a hard stare as he plucked the jar away from Suna and Gin. He turned back to you, bowing slightly. “Thank you (Name)-chan.”

The rest of the team chimed in their thanks. Heat crept up your neck as you waved them dismissively. “It’s fine! It’s the least I can do. Thanks for takin’ care of ‘Tsum.” Atsumu snaked an arm around your waist, nuzzling into your neck.

“You’re too nice to these scrubs,” he grumbles.

You pat his cheek affectionately. “I’ll see you later! Have a good practice.” You bow, wriggling out of Atsumu’s grip before heading out of the gym with one final wave.

“What’d you do to catch someone like (Name)?” Osamu complained, glaring at his brother.

“Did you bribe her?” Suna added mischievously.

“No!” Atsumu whined, crossing his arms. “She likes me for me.”

Ginjima snorted, “sure thing. Whatever you say, Atsumu.”

Kita cleared his throat. “Let’s get back to practice now, shall we?”

****

The table filled with laughter and exasperated sighs as the twins started arguing once more. “Can we just get along for once,” Ginjima grumbles, picking at his bento.

“If you ignore them, we can,” Suna retorts, disinterestedly observing the two as they rally insults and comments.

“Tsumu, ‘Samu, eat your lunches.”

“But-” Atsumu attempted to protest only to be immediately shut down by your stern look. “Fine, but this isn’t over, ‘Samu.”

Osamu rolled his eyes, turning back to his food and eating. “How’s classes been for you guys?” You ask, looking at the rest of the table only to be interrupted by your phone. Your eyes narrowed as you looked at the notification, the corner of your mouth twitching. “On second thought, I have to go.”

“What, already? You haven’t even finished your lunch, babe,” Atsumu’s brows furrowed as you stood up, gathering your stuff.

You send him an apologetic look, “I’ll eat later. Bye guys!” With one final wave, you disappear out of the dining hall. Suna raises an eyebrow as he watches you leave, biting his tongue from a scathing comment. He was sure it wasn’t anything serious, but it was definitely unusual to say the least. Since you had started dating Atsumu, you had never left lunch early. Nor had you ever left your food uneaten.

*****

“Hey, is everythin’ okay with you and (Name)?”

Atsumu looked up to Aran’s concerned face. “Yeah? Why wouldn’t it be?”

“We haven’t seen her around lately,” Suna stated bluntly. “Thought she broke up with you or something.” It had been three days since you’d left them suddenly at lunch, and your presence at lunch was sorely missed as you hadn’t returned since.

Atsumu’s jaw dropped, “No!” he spluttered. “She’s just been busy.”

“Hey babe?”

“What’s up?” Atsumu looked down at you while he walked by your side, escorting you home after a late practice. Osamu had gone home to the Miya household first.

“I’m not going to be able to visit practice for awhile.”

He frowns, pausing slightly as he surveys you. “Is everything okay?”

You flash him a smile, nodding. “Yeah! I just have some stuff to do after school for the next few weeks.”

Atsumu chews on his bottom lip, slowly nodding, “what kind of stuff?”

“Hey, didn’t you get invited to the All-Japan Intensive Youth Camp?”

His eyes lit up, nodding as he started swinging your intertwined hands once more. “Yeah I did! ‘Samu didn’t though.” You let out a small sigh of relief as he dives into the topic of volleyball and his twin.

Atsumu’s brow furrowed. Were you just trying to distract him?

“Busy?” Gin snorted. “Even when she’s busy, you still walk her home.”

“What does she have to be busy with?” Osamu asked, leaning forward and stretching. “She isn’t in any clubs, is she?”

Atsumu frowned, “no.”

Suna laid down onto the ground, playing on his phone. “She probably found someone better than Atsumu.”

“Hey!”

*****

Later that night, Atsumu found himself lying in bed wide awake. Beneath him, Osamu was snoring the night away. Atsumu rolled over, picking up his phone once more. 2 A.M. Still no ‘good night’ text from you. You had never missed a ‘good night’ text. Atsumu chewed on his bottom lip, Suna’s words coming back to haunt him.

“Are you sure she ain’t cheatin’ on you, Atsumu?” Suna asked, glancing up at Atsumu. “It’s pretty weird that she’s been ghostin’ you the past few days.”

“She hasn’t been ghostin’ me!” Atsumu protested. “She still sends me ‘good morning’, ‘good night’ texts.”

“Bet you she’ll miss it tonight.”

Gin frowned, looking between the group members. “Don’t be like that, Suna,” he chided. “(Nickname)’s a sweet girl. I don’t think she’d cheat on Atsumu.”

“Yeah! I’m sure there’s an explanation about what’s going on.”

Atsumu ended up laying in bed for another thirty minutes before exhaustion overwhelmed him. The next day, he woke up to no new text messages from you. He cursed under his breath. Could Suna be right? You guys weren’t having any issues. Or at least, none that he knew of. He tightened his resolve, searching for you as soon as he got to school. He popped into your classroom, only seeing your best friend.

“Hey, Aoi, have you seen (Name) ‘round?”

The brunette looked up to Atsumu, shaking her head. “Sorry, Atsumu. She’s out again.”

“Do you know where she’s at?”

Aoi shrugged, “(Nickname) just said she’d be out for the rest of the week. She didn’t tell me where she’d be.”

Atsumu frowned, nodding. You hadn’t mentioned anything about a week of absences in the sparse texts he had received from you. “Thanks anyways,” he muttered, heading back to his classroom.

“Find her?” Suna asked, glancing up from his bento. Atsumu shook his head. “Wonder where’s she been.”

“Aoi said she’d be out for the rest of the week,” Atsumu groaned, slumping into his chair and staring at his own lunch.

Osamu raised an eyebrow. “The rest of the week? Doin’ what?”

“Fuck if I knew,” Atsumu grumbled. “She didn’t say anythin’ ‘bout it to me though.”

Suna frowned. As much as he was joking about you cheating, he didn’t actually want that to be true. He actually enjoyed your company. You were one of the few who didn’t force him to interact with you.

Atsumu’s phone vibrated, causing him to brighten up.

(Name): Hey baby! Sorry for going MIA. I had to go to Tokyo for something. I won’t be back for the rest of the week. I love you so much, see you soon!

Atsumu frowned. Tokyo? What on Earth did you have to go to Tokyo for? The more he thought about it and asked around, the more questions surfaced. The fact that he didn’t even know what you were busy with made him feel like a really shitty boyfriend. He knows that he was constantly busy with volleyball, but you had always understood and he always let you know what was going on. But was that enough to cause distance between you two? Before you, he hadn’t considered dating because he was too committed to his sport. And yet, something had drawn him to you. With everything going on, he started wondering whether or not he truly knew you. After all, you would have told him, right? Had he not earned a right to know what was going on in your life?

*****

“(Name)!”

You turn, grinning. “Hey Tsum-Tsum!”

Atsumu stopped in front of you, panting slightly. He’d caught the sight of your hair and sprinted towards you. He couldn’t believe that you were here in front of him after a week of being in Tokyo. “Where have you been?”

You adjusted the duffel on your shoulder, “I told you, babe. I was in Tokyo.”

“Why were you in Tokyo?”

You open your mouth to reply only for your phone to interrupt you. Your eyes widened as you looked at the notification. “I’m so sorry Tsum-Tsum, I’m actually supposed to be at the train station in a few minutes. I just came to pick up my homework.”

“Wait!” He protested, grabbing your arm.

“I promise, I’ll explain everything when I get back,” you reply, eyes softening at the desperation in his eyes. You press your lips to his cheek. “I’ll see you on Sunday.”

His arms drop as you yank yourself free from his grip. Brown eyes watch as you sprint down the halls and outside the building. “Well?” Osamu asked, popping up beside him.

“Well what?”

Osamu rolled his eyes, grabbing his brother’s arm. “Let’s follow her and see where she’s goin’!”

“She said the train station?” Atsumu replied in a questioning tone as he sprinted after his brother. They both darted off campus, heads swiveling.

“There she is!” Osamu pants, pointing at your back. Both twins sprinted after you, ducking behind stores to hide whenever you glanced behind you. They watched as you pulled out your card, swiping into the station. Their eyebrows quirked up as they scrambled onto the same train as you. “Why’s she goin’ to Osaka?” Osamu muttered beside Atsumu as they sat a few rows behind you. You had your back to them, earphones in as you watched some type of videos on your phone. Osamu pulled on a cap, covering his gray hair. The twins pulled off their uniforms, taking turns to change into streetwear.

“No idea,” Atsumu said, eyebrows furrowing. What could be so important that you were missing so much school for it? Why hadn’t you just talked to him? If you were riding a train, why couldn’t you just text him? He fought the urge to text you. His phone vibrated as Suna texted the group-chat.

Suna: Oi, Miya twins. Where the fuck are you guys?

Atsumu: on a train

Suna: wtf why???

Osamu: we saw (Name) on-campus and she got on the train to Osaka.

Gin: wait, you’re going to OSAKA right now??? What about practice?

Atsumu: uhhh cover for us!

Gin: Kita’s gonna kill ya

Suna: I can’t wait to watch that 😇

Osamu: oi suna stfu

Gin: you shoulda told us. We would’ve came with y’all

Atsumu: you guys just don’t wanna be in class right now

Suna: LOL auntie is going to KILL you if Kita doesn’t

Atsumu blanched, exchanging looks with Osamu. They really didn’t plan this out very well. They look up only to see you standing up, causing Osamu to shove Atsumu’s head down. Osamu carefully watches as you disappear into the restroom, reappearing and pulling on a white and red jacket. “Oi.”

“What?” Atsumu hissed.

“Is (Nickname) on a sports team or somethin’?”

Atsumu’s brow furrowed. “Not that I know of, why?”

Osamu jerks his head towards you. “She’s got a national team jacket on.”

Atsumu’s head shot up, eyes narrowing at your form. “Huh.” They jump to their feet as you stand next to the entrance, waiting to disembark. The twins scramble off, watching as you make your way to transfer trains. They slipped in, taking their seats in the back once more as you sat near the doors.

Suna: Oi Atsumu

Atsumu: what?

Suna: does (Name) do gymnastics?

Atsumu: what??

Suna sent a photo to the group-chat.

Atsumu’s eyes widened as the photo loaded. Sure enough, there was a photo of you staring back at him wearing a sparkly red and gold leotard. You were holding a trophy, a gold medal around your neck as you waved. There was a black box underneath you with your name on it, as if taken from a screen-cap of the competition. “Holy crap,” he whispered.

Gin: holy crap! You’re datin a gymnast???

Suna: not just any gymnast. Apparently she’s on the Olympic roster

Atsumu: WTF she never told me that!!

“What the fuck,” Atsumu muttered, forehead creased. “Why didn’t she tell me?”

Osamu shrugged, reading through some links. “Here’s a video,” he said, texting a youtube link into the groupchat. Atsumu tapped on the link, watching as his girlfriend did several flips, splits, and other aerobatic techniques for her floor routine. “She competes at nationals?”

“Well if she’s an Olympian, that makes sense,” Osamu snorted, rolling his eyes. “Ah, looks like this is our stop, ‘Tsumu.”

*****

“You’re an Olympian?!” Atsumu asked, running up to you just as you got off of the stage performing your routine.

“Tsum-Tsum! ‘Samu! What are you guys doin’ here?” Your eyes widened as you looked at your boyfriend and his twin. They didn’t even know you did competitions. How on Earth did they manage to sneak downstairs to the main stage anyways?

“Findin’ out that my girlfriend does gymnastics. Not only that, that she’s good enough to be on the national team. And the Olympics? What the fuck?!” Atsumu hissed.

You flushed, scratching your neck. You were about to answer when the Olympic coach came by, grabbing your arm. “Hey (L.Name), you have to do some interviews. Talk to your fans later.”

“Oh! Okay.” You send the twins an apologetic look. “I’ll be right back, I promise I’ll explain everything,” you plead.

Atsumu huffed, crossing his arms but nodding. After having been to major tournaments himself, he knew very well what needed to be done after competitions. He and Osamu stepped to the side, wandering the venue a bit. “Maybe I should’ve gotten flowers,” Atsumu said, scratching his neck.

“Oi, don’t they normally sell flowers at the venues?”

Atsumu’s eyes widened. “You’re right!” They wander around the hall a little longer, finding a booth of merchandise. Atsumu laughs rambunctiously, spying a t-shirt with your face on it. How had he never seen these before? He quickly queues up, purchasing one with the intention of messing with you the next time you guys hang out. Osamu rolls his eyes at his twin’s antics, but remains silent as he scans the hall for a food vendor.

Just further down the hall, Atsumu spies the flower vendor. “I’m gonna go get (Nickname) some flowers,” he tells Osamu. “You can go ahead and find food.”

Osamu nods, disappearing into the crowd without another word.

Walking up to the booth, Atsumu blanches at the many options. Should he just get a classic bouquet of red roses? “Would you like to buy some flowers?” The sweet grandmother looked up at him, smiling. He chews his bottom lip, nodding slightly. She chuckles at his expression. “Confused on to what to get?” Another nod. “Who is it for?”

He clears his throat, cheeks dusted pink in embarrassment. Atsumu was confident in volleyball, that’s why he was so dedicated. He was confident in himself. But why was he so nervous and out of sorts whenever it came to you? “My girlfriend is competing today.”

“And you came out here to support her? You’re not from here, right?”

He shakes his head. “We’re from Hyogo.”

The vendor smiles, picking up a bundle of purple shobu, carefully wrapping them and handing him the bouquet with a kind smile. “Give her this.”

Atsumu lets out a sigh of relief, expression lightening. “Thank you!”

He makes his way back to where he had run into you earlier, waiting patiently near the door for you to make your appearance once more. Atsumu didn’t have to wait long. Within ten minutes, a lithe body was flinging themselves onto him. “‘Tsum-Tsum!” You grin, wrapping your arms around him. “I can’t believe you’re here!”

Atsumu flushes, ear-tips turning cherry red as he hands her the bouquet of irises. “Here, I got you this.”

Your eyes widen, taking the bouquet delicately. “Atsumu, you really didn’t have to.”

He panics, noting the lilt to your voice as he grabs your shoulders. “Oh god, are you okay? Why are you cryin’?”

You shake your head, holding the flowers closer to you. “Do you know what these mean?”

Atsumu stops, looking down at the bouquet. “Would you be mad if I said no?”

Giggling, you shake your head harder. “You’re such a scrub, I swear. These mean ‘loyalty, good tidings, and good news’.”

He clears his throat, “yeah of course I knew that.”

“Whatever you say, Tsum-Tsum.” You tease, leaning up to give his cheek a kiss. “Thank you.”

Atsumu grabs your hand, trying to lead you out of the exhibition hall. “So what’s this competition for?”

You glanced over at your boyfriend. “These are the qualifiers for the Toyota International.”

“The what?”

“It’s the international competition held in Toyota every year. Since I turned 16 last year, this is the first time I’m allowed to compete in it.”

“Holy crap, you’re an international star, babe!”

You scoff, rolling your eyes. “You’re such a dork.”

He throws his arm around you, pressing his lips to your forehead. “So how come you never told me?’

Shrugging, you zipped up your jacket. “You’re normally doing volleyball camps and stuff when I have competitions, so I felt bad inviting you when I knew you were busy training.” Atsumu swooped down, scooping up your duffel. “And well I mean, we weren’t really dating when I went to the Olympics, so I didn’t really feel like you needed to know at the time.”

“So who does know?”

“Just the faculty and Aya. I need their permission to leave campus and miss school,” you grin before a dark look shadowed your face. “I didn’t want the rest of school to know about it, otherwise there’d just be too much attention on me.”

“It wouldn’t have been that bad!” Atsumu protested.

You fix Atsumu with a hard stare. “Oh really? I already get enough attention from guys. What makes you think that they wouldn’t be even more obsessed with me if they knew?” You shivered. “They’d probably be as intense as your fan-girls.” Atsumu blanched, nodding slightly. He’d already fought off a decent number of guys. Him and the volleyball team. “Besides, everyone’s attention is on the volleyball team, so I can hide under the radar perfectly well!” Atsumu placed his hand on your waist, leading you towards the exit when some more reporters started heading your way. “Ah shit,” you muttered. “If we get photographed together, then everyone will know.”

“I’ll distract them.” Atsumu offered, pushing you to the side and walking directly towards the reporter. You grin at your boyfriend’s self-sacrifice - though you knew he’d secretly love the attention anyways - and ducked out the back entrance, switching your national jacket for an Inarizaki hoodie. As you straighten up, you slam into a hard chest.

“(Nickname)?”

You glance up, eyes widening. “Hey ‘Samu! Was just wonderin’ where you were.”

“Where’s ‘Tsumu?”

You point your thumb behind you. “Distractin’ the reporters for me.”

Osamu hummed, eating another takoyaki before offering you a box. “Want some?”

“Yes please! I’m starving.” You took the box, joining Osamu as you guys waited outside the stadium. Your legs were swinging as you ate.

“So, you’re an Olympian?”

You nodded, sipping your water. “And what of it?”

“‘Tsumu never knew?”

You scoff, rolling your eyes. “If I told Atsumu, the whole school would know the same day.”

Osamu chuckled, shaking his head. “You ain’t wrong about that. The scrub loves to brag, especially ‘bout you.” Osamu pulls out a bag of chips from his bag, opening one under your quizzical gaze. “He really loves ya, y’know?”

“Hmm?”

“He was stressin’ out this whole week. He thought he lost you or somethin’.”

Undoing your hair, you pull your hood over your head and slide some shades on as you spot some reporters skulking around. “I didn’t mean to. I was just so busy with everythin’, it was hard to keep in contact with anyone.”

Osamu shrugs. “Just make sure you keep him updated from now on, yeah? Isn’t that what people do in relationships or whatever?” Osamu gazes out, waving to Atsumu who was just leaving the arena. “Your partner in a relationship is who you want to stand by you for life. It’s you against the world, right? Otherwise what is it all for?” He shrugs again. “Just food for thought.” You flash him a smile before you both stand, greeting Atsumu. “How was the reporters, ya scrub?”

Atsumu shrugged, “coulda been better. They were surprised to see me, kept asking me who I was here to support.” He eyed Osamu. “You didn’t get stopped?”

The younger twin just points at his hat. “I don’t go outta my way to get recognized like you do ‘Tsumu.”

Atsumu grinned, throwing his arm around you. “I didn’t, but I had to protect my baby.”

Osamu pretends to retch, shoving his twin. “C’mon scrubs, we gotta get back to Hyogo.”

The silver-haired twin leads the way as you and Atsumu slowly follow behind him, hands intertwining. “So, why were you in Tokyo?”

You shrug, “I had to do a week-long training camp with the Olympic coach. Had to prep for this competition, y’know?”

Atsumu hummed, squeezing your hand slightly. “How come you never practice back home?”

At this, you giggle, shaking your head. “I do, Tsum-Tsum.”

“What?” His eyebrows furrowed. He’d never noticed you going to practice or having obligations.

“There’s a gym a few streets away from campus. I meet my gymnastics coach there to practice. Or I’ll visit the dance studio on-campus and do my flexibility exercises there.” You shrug, giving him a good-natured smile. “What do you think I do during your practices anyways?”

“I dunno, miss me?”

You shove him. “You’re ridiculous.”

He chuckles. Just as you reach the train station, he turns to you fully. “Hey babe?”

Turning to face him, your head tilts. “What’s up?”

“Promise me you’ll invite me to some of your competitions?” He hesitates, chewing on his bottom lip. “I feel like a real shitty boyfriend for not supportin’ you more.”

Your expression softens. “I promise, Tsum-Tsum. No more secrets.”

“One more thing.” Atsumu comes to a full stop, unzipping his jacket with the cheesiest smile on his face. “What do you think of my shirt?”

*****

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wordsablaze · 4 years ago

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Live And Let Livestream

Jaskier's saturday nights are reserved for livestreams but sometimes they end up including wikipedia fraud, protective boyfriends who only half-know how to use the internet, and a spontaneous sleepover instead...

A/N: this is just a bit of fun inspired by the jaskel discord - love y’all <3

Having a wikipedia page is pretty impressive and since Jaskier strives to be both pretty and impressive, it’s no surprise that he has one.

Well, he actually has two but nobody needs to know that. Either way, for someone as bothered about his reputation as he is, he pays very little attention to his wiki, often forgetting he’s even that level of famous until Yennefer teases him about it. Or until something inevitably goes wrong - It just so happens that he’s in the middle of a livestream when something does inevitably go wrong.

“...and yes, this is a new shirt, thank you for noticing, um- sorry, i didn’t catch your user! I’ll drop a link so we can all be scandalous together, hang on!”

He’s just about picked up his phone to check he’s got the right website in mind when it starts ringing. Cursing softly as he literally jumps, he shoots a guilty grin at his computer. “Can you guys pretend that didn’t happen so I can pretend I still have some dignity? Thanks, just give me a second…”

Ordinarily, he’d just put his phone on silent because all of his important friends know he spends Saturday evenings and often nights livestreaming. But it’s Eskel calling and he’s not about to be rude and decline someone who bakes him brownies whenever he has a meltdown now, is he?

“Is everything okay, darling?” he asks.

“Can you end your stream early? I think you’ll regret giving people a live reaction to this.”

Jaskier frowns harder, reluctant to break his promise to the followers he only somewhat childishly considers to be his friends. “What is it? Are you all okay?”

He hears Eskel sigh. “Maybe at least mute the thing?”

Rolling his eyes, he clicks the mute button and types the link for his shirt into the chat along with a brief apology before focusing back on Eskel. “You’re worrying me, what happened?”

“So you know that wikipedia page we were talking about the other day?”

He nods, then realises Eskel can’t see him. “Uh yes, my page, what about it?”

“You might want to take a moment to take a minute to see for yourself?”

“What is it with you guys and being so cryptic? You don’t even all share the same genes so it can’t be that. Maybe it’s just the kind of people I attract, not that I’m complaining per se but still,” Jaskier mutters to himself even as he googles his own name.

He truly has no idea what Eskel was trying to get at until the page loads properly, at which point he blinks at the photo staring back at him. The photo that is most definitely not the one Essi had jokingly submitted and somehow managed to keep there because shut up about my terrible phone camera quality already, you actually look candid so who cares?

“Is this a joke, Esk? What the…” he trails off, scrolling to find lists of achievements and songs and facts that really shouldn’t be associated with his name. Not that it’s his name currently on the page.

“Oh, for the love of-" his breath hitches as he sees a parody of his own song written off as Valdo's- "actually, screw that! There is no love here, what exactly does he think he’s doing? Ugh, can’t a guy livestream in peace nowadays?”

“I’m sorry, Jas. Geralt just told me and I-”

“Geralt was on my wiki?” Jaskier finds himself asking, grinning at the very thought.

“I… wasn’t supposed to tell you that. Uh, yeah? I mean, he actually came and asked me how to email wikipedia but we kind of figured it out from there so…”

Jaskier laughs despite his frustration, his urge to punch Valdo morphing into an urge to kiss his boyfriends. “Who’s ‘we’, by the way?”

Before Eskel can answer, Jaskier’s computer starts rapidly beeping, at which point he turns back to the live and promptly curses when he sees the dozens of messages in the chat asking who Valdo Marx is or, from people who already know who he is, messages asking whether they have permission to throw hands; he'd be lying if he said those messages don't warm his heart.

“I didn’t mute the thing properly. Gods, I’m turning into Vesemir,” Jaskier groans, then slaps his free hand over his mouth and glares at his camera. “None of you tell him I said that, you hear me? I do love him so.”

“How would they even find Vesemir?” Eskel asks in his ear, clearly amused.

“Remind me to remind you how deeply the internet works later. More importantly, you haven’t mentioned Lambert or Aiden yet and I know for a fact they were heading to yours today so…?” Jaskier asks, hoping the former hasn’t punched a wall again or anything like that.

Eskel clears his throat awkwardly. “Yeah, they were heading to ours but they… well, uhm, they called to say they took a detour.”

“To mine?” Jaskier asks, frowning at the thought. He’s more than capable of fixing his own wiki page and as much as he appreciates the moral support, he doesn’t really need any of his loved ones’ presence for such a trivial matter. And anyway, he was already planning on joining the others in the morning so they could spend Sunday together, which means coming over to his makes no sense.

“No, not to yours. To Valdo’s…”

Jaskier’s eyes widen.

Throwing hands on social media is one thing but he doesn’t want any kind of misleading vagueposting from the likes of people who need to steal other people’s wikipedia pages in the direction of people who have no fault other than mildly violent forms of love, and especially not on his behalf.

“What are you still doing on the phone? Go derail their detour! I’ll be there as soon as I can too,” Jaskier says to Eskel, blowing him a kiss through the phone because he knows it’ll make the other man blush.

Once he’s hung up, he turns back to his camera with a pout. “Right, sorry guys, I’ll have to cut this one short so my darling idiots don’t ruin their evenings for the sake of a pathetic leech who just will not let me live! Okay, I promise some cute instagram selfies in exchange for this mess but for now, I’ll see you next week! Alright, bye!”

This time he does press the right buttons and closes both the live and the computer down even as he grabs his coat. Forgoing socks in favour of making sure nobody except Valdo’s weekend gets ruined - he already knows Yennefer or Renfri will be more than happy to throw shade his way to make him regret his failed publicity stunt - and pulling on a pair of boots really not designed for driving, he makes his way out of his apartment as fast as humanly possible.

There’ll be time to be angry at Valdo again later but he’s more than aware that between his family, his friends, and his followers, it’s simply not a big deal. He signed up for drama when he signed up for being famous and yes, he loves fighting against anyone or anything that tries to stop him from sharing his music, but he’s really not about to waste any more time worrying about all that at the moment.

At the end of the day, it's nice to be pretty impressive but there's nothing better than being pretty loved.

what are the logistics of this au? whatever you want them to be ;)

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kitkat1003 · 4 years ago

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On the Issue of Mortality

Chapter 3: Duplicity

“Pretty good, pretty good?! That’s not good enough!”

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Monkey King doesn’t tell Kid to come and see him, nor does he actively make Flower Fruit Mountain uninviting, but it takes longer than he expects to hear his staff slam onto sand. He supposes he should have expected that, as just a cursory look of the Kid tells him that his successor is the type to do absolutely everything on his own.

He purposely doesn’t go to check on Kid, purposefully holds back, because he’s been getting too close. Watching the Kid from afar at all hours of the day—he’s Sun Wukong! He has better things to do than to just semi-stalk a full grown mortal adult.

Kid’s an adult, he can decide whether or not he wants Monkey King’s help. Even when Monkey King feels those little flares that mean Kid is using his powers, even when his stupid brain worries for some reason, even then he stays back at Flower Fruit Mountain and takes it easy. If Kid needs help, he’ll ask.

Won’t he?

He should be concerned by how long it takes for Kid to reach out, but he’s made it absolutely clear to himself that he won’t be getting attached to his successor. It’s really the best for the both of them. Kid looks at Monkey King as if he’s God and Monkey King doesn’t see that hero worship fading anytime soon. On top of that, he just doesn’t need a mortal hanging around. It’s just asking for one of them to get hurt.

By one of them, he means he. Because Monkey King, despite his best efforts, has a soft spot for mortals. Triptaka was bad enough, he misses his master daily, but to add more to that roster? Never.

He knows he’s been getting too close, too protective, so he pulls back, stops people-watching, stays away from the mortal world, lets Kid handle it.

A few weeks pass before he feels his staff hit sand and he waits patiently for Kid to come rushing in. And he does, practically tripping over himself as he heads into Monkey King’s inner sanctum, and the first thing Monkey King smells is blood.

He jumps off of his cloud and watches Kid run over as something like terror tremors up his spine, because he hasn’t smelt blood in years. It brings back too many memories, memories of his master stolen by demons and threatened with death over and over and Monkey King coming in just in time, but this time he didn’t even do anything and Kid comes over smelling of blood and Monkey King worries.

Kid has a bandage on his face and a once-over reveals a quite few injuries on the Kid, as if he’d been in a fight a few days prior. That deep seated fear settles in his chest like a weight, and he slaps on a grin and waves lazily, bag of peach chips in hand.

“Hey! What’s up?” he calls out.

Kid holds the staff like it’s a shield. Monkey King wonders if Kid’s scared of him. The thought bothers him.

“Um, hey, uhh...I was wondering about, um, training? I guess? You-um-you never said that we would-but you know more about how to use this than me, so—” Monkey King stops listening after the third stumbling sentence, because yawn, he gets the point, whatever.

“Sure,” he interrupts.

He turns around before he sees the look on Kid’s face. He doesn’t see Kid go quiet and look down at his feet, as if ashamed to think he could speak.

“We’ll start with some katas. C’mon.” He waves a hand, and Kid follows.

The first katas are a mix of easy and hard ones, because he needs to gauge the Kid’s current martial skills. Once he establishes a baseline, he can figure out where to start Kid from.

Kid is clumsy, unfocused, and not at all sure-footed. He stumbles through the easy katas and looks lost when shown the hard ones. Monkey King barely bites back sighs of frustration, because he can’t get mad when learning was the point of the exercise. He just wishes his successor had some semblance of martial arts training. It would make things a little easier.

He’s about to tell Kid to take a breather, ‘cause no point in continuing when nothing is getting done, but then he watches a little longer and sees something...interesting. Concerning? Interesting.

Kid is determined. Monkey King watches him take a deep breath—he sees young eyes glance his way, and Monkey King forces his gaze to drop from interested to bored—and reset his stance, stumbling and fumbling with the same kata over and over and over and over until something snaps.

It’s not a triumphant moment, when Kid gets the kata right. Instead of bending like bamboo and finding his groove, Monkey King watches his successor push through like a hand through a wall, sharp and frustrated instead of excited and relieved.

“Good work,” he says, because you should reward success, right?

Kid brightens like the sun under the praise, soaking it up like a sponge, and Monkey King watches, and wonders.

Kid goes through the next kata with that same grit and determination, occasionally glancing at Monkey King for something like approval, and Monkey King throws up some lazy thumbs up, leaning back on his cloud and munching on peach chips. He does throw out a suggestion or two when Kid looks like he’ll snap again, but it seems inevitable, as if failure is a non option.

At this point, Monkey King doesn’t have it in him to tell Kid the point of the exercise, to tell him that some katas weren’t meant for beginners and some were, and that he was just testing Kid’s skills. And, hey, if Kid gets the easy and hard katas down on his own, less work for him, right? Why teach someone something if they can teach themselves? That’s how he learned things, after all.

Again, he thinks he can hear his master screaming, off in the distance. He shrugs to himself.

“Done!” Kid shouts from below, and Monkey King watches him perform the eight katas he’d shown Kid earlier in perfect form. Well, not perfect, but close enough.

“Nice! We can do more whenever you show up next, but, uh, that should be good for today.” No point in overwhelming the Kid, after all. Plus, eight katas ain’t too bad for a first day. “Hey, do you got a schedule? I kinda have a life, you know. Would be good to know when to expect you.”

He doesn’t mean to let it come out as biting as it is, but Kid hunches down on himself and looks so terribly guilty that Monkey King immediately regrets asking. He opens his mouth to say something that could soften the blow, lighten the mood, but Kid speaks up before he can.

“Um, I talked to Pigsy, and he doesn’t mind me taking half shifts on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Sundays. We’re not as busy then, and some Sundays, Pigsy goes out shopping, so I won’t be missing work then,” he shrugs.

Monkey King nods. Three days a week doesn’t seem too bad, all things considered. Gives him some free time, 4 days where he doesn’t have to worry about watching out for the Kid.

“Sounds good.” He grins, eyes closed with his arms back behind his head. He expects Kid to leave, but the shuffling of feet do not turn into footsteps moving away from him, and Kid doesn’t say goodbye or move for a good few seconds.

Right before he opens an eye to see what the issue is, Kid speaks.

“Um, how do your clones work?”

Well, now, isn’t that a change of subject.

“Figured you would know, considering your story chronicle thing.” Monkey King sits up and stretches, eyeing Kid with a half curious, half pensive glance.

Kid fidgets, and something flickers on his face. Guilt, fear? Kid isn’t good at lying, but he’s very good at hiding. “Yeah, but I’ve-uh-I mean not all the stories are a hundred percent accurate, right? And, like, I was just wondering how you use them, so when-so if I need to use them I know how, you know? Extra me’s are pretty useful, right?”

Kid doesn’t seem to notice the slip ups, but Monkey King does. He’d wondered if Kid would get all of his powers right off the bat or just the basics. Makes him wonder if he should try for transformations, see if Kid can shapeshift.

One thing at a time. He hops off of his cloud, picks a strand from his hair and blows on it. An identical copy of himself appears and Kid’s eyes sparkle with interest.

“Let’s see yours,” Monkey King gestures for Kid to try, and he gets that same flicker of something. Guilt is definitely there, and nervousness. He doesn’t know why. Shame, he thinks he’s getting?

He glances at the few wounds on Kid’s body with a new perspective.

Kid eventually plucks out a strand and blows, and an identical copy of Kid appears. Monkey King raises a brow.

“Nice,” he says with a grin, and his clone leans in to take a closer look.

Kid’s clone hunches down on himself, anxious, and Kid quickly dispels the clone, nervous. Monkey King dispels his own with a shrug.

“Um, how do you use your clones?” Kid asks, voice hiking up into a panicked lilt that seems to be expecting Monkey King’s response to be hard and mean.

“I mean, I use ‘em a lot as cannon fodder in battle. Bullets I guess? They can’t take as much of a beating as I can, but they pack enough of a punch or can be enough of a distraction that they help me get the upper hand in battle. Not that I need them often.” He’s pretty good at fighting villains without them, thank you very much.

“Do you ever have them...stick around?” Kid asks, and Monkey King raises a brow.

“No? The world only needs one of me. I’m pretty great, no need for a second one stealing my spotlight.” He glances at the bandages on Kid, and a distinct lesser amount of hair on the left side of his head. “Why?”

Kid almost full on flinches at the question, gripping the staff like a shield again, as if one wrong thing said would lead Monkey King to attack. It puts Monkey King on edge. What’s got the Kid so antsy? It’s not like Monkey King tries to be scary around him. He’d like to think his laid back persona would give off a less threatening vibe.

“Uh-I-no reason!” Monkey King bites back a sigh at the obvious lie. “A-anyway, I promised Mei we’d go to the arcade, and I’m gonna be late. Bye!”

Kid runs off, and Monkey King fights the urge to shake the story out of him.

Something happened, and the Kid got hurt. Even with Kid being vulnerable, he’s still got a bit more durability than most mortals, so it would take something big to damage him. Why wouldn’t he talk about it? Is Monkey King really that unapproachable?

He wrestles with that and takes a deep breath. No. He’s not going to be that close to the Kid. Kid’s got an entire other family to talk to about his problems. If it’s important, if it’s Monkey King related, he’ll hear about it. If not, not his problem.

Surely the Kid will talk to someone about the issue. He’s got the chef—Pigsy?—and the scholar, and that dragon girl. He has people. Monkey King isn’t in charge of the well being of his successor, he’s just making sure Kid doesn’t die, and Kid’s fine. Just a few scratches and bruises.

But he’s mortal, and vulnerable, and a bit thick, Monkey King knows. So he wonders. And sits back. If Kid needs help, he’ll ask.

Won’t he?

The question still has no definitive answer.

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #MK #monkie kid MK #monkey king #monkie kid monkey king #sun wukong #qi xiaotian

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theluckyyyoneee · 4 years ago

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Guise

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (ft. Namjoon)

Genre: Angst / Fluff (in later chapters)

Word Count: 5.19+k

part 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 |

SoulmateAU! Where he hides his soulmate tattoo from everyone, especially you.

“Hmm?” You mumbled unintelligibly into the phone after being awoken by the hunk of metal ringing its default ringtone, which you almost mistook for an alarm but you remembered you hadn’t set one for today, plus it wasn’t even laundry or cleaning day. That was Sunday and today was a Thursday, or so you believed. And also the piercing sunlight that had you seeing a candy red beneath your eyelids, a grimace taking over your peaceful sleeping expression as you tiredly grasped and brought the phone to your ear.

The questioning and amused tone you recognized as the brat who simultaneously managed to annoy you and grab hold of your reluctant endearment for known as Jeon Jungkook. Jungkook was only a few months older than you, but you were definitely the more mature of the two, or so it seemed like most of the time. “Are you still asleep?”

“What-... time is it?” It took a few moments to get those words out of your mouth, sounding like a slurring croaking frog, which you would normally become embarrassed by, but at this time moment in time you were too drowsy to feel any kind of self consciousness.

His laugh created static on the other end of the receiver and your face scrunched up at the sound, and at the time Jungkook had informed you it currently was. Damn, it was late. Honestly, you were a bit surprised he could understand you, but after years of enduring these random and burdensome types of morning wake-up calls, you guessed he had adapted to comprehending your sleep induced mumblings.

“Well, I was going to invite you to go get some food with me, but I didn’t know you would still be asleep at two in the afternoon.”

You sneered at the laughter in his voice and exhaled a breath as you gathered the strength to sit up from your lying down position. “Shut up. It’s summer.” Was your clever response to which he childishly mocked. “I’d be down to do something tomorrow, though.”

“Oh yeah, cool, that sounds good...” he agreed at once and stalled a bit on the other line, to which you took a glance at your phone to see if he had hung up, but he hadn’t. You placed your phone back on your ear just in time to hear him question in a shy and timid tone you had rarely heard from him, taking on that soft and gentle timbre he only used when he wanted a favor, “do you think you could ask Namjoon, too? To see if he would want to come?”

“...what?”

“...he’s cute.”

“Oh my gosh, you didn’t call me to ask me to hang out, you just wanted me to set up a blind date meeting with Namjoon!” You were wide awake now, sitting on your bed still wrapped in your blanket with a wide grin on your face, if you were to glance at yourself in a mirror, you would have seen a crazy woman with extreme bed hair wearing a wrinkled bed shirt with morning breath, grimacing as you reached for your half empty water bottle near your bed.

“Nu-uh!” He practically screamed into the phone and you couldn’t help but laugh at his obvious affection and attraction for the older man, glad you had yet to take a sip of the stale water. “It’s just-... well-you guys are always studying and being boring, and hey, it’s summer now! Time for you two to do something other than bury yourselves in books.”

“Yeah, right. You loser, why don’t you just message him yourself?”

“Oh yeah? And say what? ‘Hey I think you’re cute and y/n has told me how nice of a guy you are, do you want to maybe go out sometime?’”

You had your phone resting by your knee on speakerphone, your arms stretched above your head as you partook in your morning stretches you tried to do after waking up to alleviate your sore muscles from sleeping for more than nine hours a night.

You laughed in reply to his obvious fib. “That sounds perfect, do it.”

“No,” he whined cutely. “I’m too shy.”

“I don’t believe that, remember that one time-”

“That was different.” He cut you off abruptly, knowing exactly what incident you were referring to.

“How?” You were really curious as to how this was different than that one time you and Jungkook had been out getting some food for takeout, which was basically all you two really did other than play games, when you had noticed this cute ass guy giving him the eyes. So confident Jungkook leaves you to seductively saunter over to him to get his number.

Jungkook, reliving the same encounter as you were, sighed on the other end. “Namjoon just sounds so nice, I mean... I know I haven’t even met him in person yet but he just makes me so nervous. Every time I see a picture of him,” he paused to utter yet another sigh, and you silently cooed at how lovesick he seemed. “He’s just so cute, and I don’t know, something inside of me just stirs... And-and what if I ask him out and he says no and then I make things awkward for you two?”

“Why would it be awkward? It’s none of my business if you guys start seeing each other or not.” By his silence, you could tell he was mulling over your words. Grinning a bit wider, you tried to encourage him a bit more, “Plus I doubt he’d say no, have you seen you? Never mind, of course you had, with your big head.”

An offended noise sounded and you cackled, happy you were in the safe confines of your enclosed room, and guessing by the time, you guessed your roommate was off at work.

“Plus, he’s not seeing anyone right now, he would’ve told me. And I personally believe that you two would make a really cute couple.”

“Whatever! I’m done talking about this! Just ask him and tell me so I know whether to dress up and fix up the apartment or if I can just bum it out like usual. Bye~”

Rolling your eyes, you finally climbed out of the bed and began fixing up some breakfast, or a late lunch considering it was nearing two-thirty, after using the restroom. You would take a shower later and freshen up, but you were so hungry, you didn’t think eating could wait.

Jungkook had a bit of a thing for Namjoon ever since you had posted a picture of the two of you at a cafe and not ten minutes you received a message asking: who is he?

You didn’t really take him all that serious, thinking that it was a momentary attraction and that he would forget all about him, but as you began to spend more time with Namjoon, he would continually ask and have questions about the older man, yet denying any offers to the cafes and casual meet-ups, though now you guessed he had finally mustered up enough courage to finally meet the man he has been thirsting over the course of a few months. He had been sure though, before he even thought of starting something with Namjoon that you didn’t have any feelings other than platonic friendship for the man, otherwise he would’ve backed off in an instant no matter how much he found himself drawn to him.

You could understand his captivation with the lovable giant you had the honor of being best friends with, and no doubt whoever he ended up with would be the luckiest person in the world. They would be able to wake up next to the most considerate and gentle, slightly dorky, sweetest man you have ever known, and not to mention that he was very easy on the eyes, which wasn’t everything, but sealed the deal for many.

If he wasn’t your best friend with that unbreakable bond and didn’t have that brother-sister relationship, you were one hundred percent sure you’d be completely head over heels for the man.

You frowned to yourself over your bagel as you were reminded of the dream Jungkook had woken you from. It came back in vivid and quickly vanishing fragments, your memory failing you, but you were sure it was of Yoongi.

“It looks fine, Kook,” you sighed for the nth time, reaching a hand out to stop his incessant pacing and minuscule rearranging of furniture. “What you should worry about is him finding your apartment since you said you needed me here, but you don’t know how clumsy and how he has no sense of direction whatsoever.” Your arms were crossed as you wore a smirk on your lips at the nervous but handsome man, occasionally shaking the auburn strands that slid into his eyesight. You checked your phone once in a while as the time for the meet-up gradually grew closer.

You hadn’t seen his apartment this clean since the surprise visit his parents dropped on him and he had called you in a frenzy to help clean up all the dinnerware and laundry he had accumulated over the first few months of living there. Out of the goodness of your heart, you had agreed and were met with a sight that haunted your worst nightmares ever since. How he made that much of a mess in that little time, you would never understand, just the thought of having to go through that once again made you shudder.

Snacks had been assorted in a neat way along the coffee table, it smelled of clean laundry detergent and it was at a comfortable temperature.

“Well, I was nervous...” he mumbled cutely into his chest, fixing the loose flannel button up shirt he wore over a plain black shirt, looking effortlessly alluring, but you knew just how much time and anxiety went into choosing it.

“Was?” You could help but tease with a knowing expression he was purposely avoiding noticing.

“Okay, okay, I’m still nervous.” He rolled his eyes at his confession and shook his head, finally taking a moment to just calm down. “I don’t know why though, I guess I just want to make a good first impression.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes as you waved his anxieties off. “You will, I basically talk about you all the time.”

“Oh yeah? What do you say about me?”

“Just that you’re a brat who spends all his time either at the gym, or at home playing video games.” You stuck your tongue out when his mouth dropped open at your words, both of you knowing full well you were just fibbing. Phone vibrating in your hand, you read a message from Namjoon that said he thought he found the right complex but wasn’t sure.

Smiling, you informed Jungkook you were going to bring Namjoon in, closing the door behind you and making your way carefully down a single flight of stairs and out the front door, you noted with a grimace at how humid and muggy it was outside compared to how cool it was inside the apartment, thankful Jungkook had well functioning air conditioner.

You were dressed very comfortably, this was not your first time meeting either men so you had no reason to be nervous like Jungkook, just in some light shorts and a t-shirt. You saw Namjoon leaning against the drivers seat of his car, looking a bit more stylish than how you were expecting him to come dressed, which threw you off a bit, you weren’t going to lie. You had told him when he agreed to come hang out that it would be very casual, and those form fitting faded blue jeans were the complete opposite of his favorite pair of sweatpants you had seen him wear on a regular basis.

Maybe he wanted to make a good impression on Jungkook as well? You smiled to yourself, thinking how cute they would be if they ever decided to form a relationship together that was more than just acquaintances or friends. They had both had girlfriends and boyfriends in the past, but you knew for sure that they were currently both single. Even though you teased Jungkook to the max, you would never push either man into pursuing a relationship like that on them, you’d let them figure it out on their own, because even though they were your closest friends, it wasn’t up to you to meddle in someone’s love life.

Lord knows yours was complicated and revelations you didn’t want to get into, you sure weren’t going to stress yourself out even further by butting in where you didn’t belong.

“Hey, you found it! I was scared that you’d get lost.” You greeted him jokingly as you jogged to where Namjoon stood, using his foot to push himself off his car to meet you halfway, a familiar wide smile that made his prominent dimples appear graced his features.

He chuckled in a rich timbre as you two exchanged an embrace, which you almost always greeted each other with whenever you met up, it had become almost second nature by now. It was a bit too warm outside for your comfort and sharing body heat like this was not really necessary, and you two released each other and smiled at each other.

“I know, I was scared I was going to end up at a dead end, I drove real slow to make sure I was following the gps correctly.”

Laughing and shaking your head at him, you told him as you pointed, “Jungkook’s apartment is right up there, come on. He’s really excited about finally meeting you.”

Keeping your gaze on him as you lead the way, you gauged his reaction to your words and wasn’t the least bit surprised at the smile that lit his face. “I’ve been wanting to meet him, too. Especially since you mention him all the time.”

Sticking your tongue out at him, you opened the front door to the complex and sighed in relief at the cool air hitting your warm skin. “But, um...” Namjoon suddenly added, sounding more nervous than before and you paused and looked at him quizzically. “I do have something I wanna talk to you about later on.” He had one hand behind his head, rubbing the back of his neck that you easily recognized as his nervous habit he picked up a little over a year ago. Your brows furrowed as you watched him shuffle on his feet as he awaited your answer, biting the flesh of his lower lip.

You wanted to push him on what it pertained to, but you receded, sensing that it was a bit more serious than just meeting a friend of a friend, but not urgent enough that it had to be attended to right away. “Sure.” You nodded and smiled warmly at him, reaching a hand up and patting him on the shoulder and noted with relief as he grinned warmly right back at you, becoming his confident self again. You urged him to take the lead, pointing to a door you could easily view from the stairs you two were climbing. “It’s number thirteen. The door should be unlocked, but you can just knock if you want.”

“Yeah, I’ll knock, it’s more polite, especially since I’m meeting him for the first time.” He replied easily, passing you, a blur of dark ink catching your eye as he strode past. His own soulmate tattoo, of course you had seen it numerous times, a unique design of letters overlapped, twisted around each other in an aesthetically pleasing way, located in the hidden region behind his ear, fitting in the tight space just before where his hair started.

Still following, now at a bit of a slower pace, the design burned brightly in your mind that was experiencing a strange feeling of deja vu. Now that you got a better look at it than you usually did, due to the close proximity you two maintained on the narrow staircase, it seemed so frustratingly familiar, and not just because you had seen it on him.

You had definitely seen it somewhere else.

Where else have you seen that design? Think, y/n, think.

Still preoccupied in your own musings, you arrived at Jungkook’s apartment door a few seconds after Namjoon had, waiting for him to open the door since he had already knocked quietly to state your arrival.

It was instantaneous as the door flung open, your heart suddenly spiking in your chest, as you watched with unwavering eyes the scene that was about to transpire. You took your eyes off once, but only to glance once again at the ink behind Namjoon’s ear to make sure what you thought was indeed true.

Your eyes met Jungkook’s eager ones, the same ones that gazed at you as he would ramble on and on about what he thought his soulmate would be like. Unlike you, Jungkook was pure and hopeful when it came to the concept of two souls being connected forever by the ink on your skin. You always listened with a small smile, his authenticity bringing a smile on your face as you just nodded along, not having the heart to alter and stain his thoughts with your negative ones, instead eyeing his tattoo with interest, wondering who indeed, could ever deserve him.

And of course, as you understood now, it was the exact design, it was in the exact same placement; behind the ear, fitting in the tight space just before where his hair started.

The realization that Jungkook and Namjoon were soulmates, and that they were about to see each other for the very first time.

You couldn’t help but think back to the first time you had met Yoongi. That first glance had left you suspended, motionless, and you had no control of that, the universe telling you to just enjoy the revelation. You remembered being completely enamored and captivated by the pale beauty, your heart thundering in your chest as it was now, but now it was from your epiphany, not fatal attraction.

Breath getting caught in your throat, you watched as they stood in front of each other, your ears catching the quiet inhales, the slight tensing of the body as they continued to stare at each other for a prolonged moment, their smiles ceasing to fade, seeming to forget your entire existence.

Feeling like you were intruding on an extremely private and intimate moment, you forced yourself to look away, taking a small step away and tried calming your thundering heart that seemed to want to escape the confines of your chest.

Hearing them dreamily and pleasantly exchange names, you felt a small smile tug the corners of your lips up, noting internally how love struck and awed they already sounded.

Out of your peripheral vision, you saw their arms reach out to each other, obviously going for a handshake, and you couldn’t help but watch out of the corner of your eye. Having experienced it first hand; the shock, the warm electricity that would inevitably wrap around them as the effect of the first physical contact made, you could only stand frozen there in anticipation as their hands neared closer and closer for an innocent handshake.

Palms connecting, held in each other’s warm grasp and another intake of breath sounded, this time it was more noticeable and the smile you wore grew even wider in response to seeing Jungkook’s smile grow in front of you. “Are... Are we...?” Of course, he had all the right to ask and assume, it was not everyday and everyone you met someone who your body and soul reacted so strongly and deeply towards.

Jungkook’s dark eyes fluttered around Namjoon’s frame before seeming to remember they shared the same placement. Jungkook released his hold on Namjoon’s hand to reach for his right ear, turning his head as he showed his tattoo, his bunny smile still very much present as he eagerly placed hands on Namjoon’s shoulders and leaned forward to see for himself for the matching ink.

The soulmate bond was something you could no longer deny or ignore. You knew first hand the pull you felt towards the other person, the strong emotions that swallowed you whole.

Relief and happiness filled you as you realized that Jungkook was going to end up with someone who deserved him, that was something that you had always worried about. But now, knowing that it was Namjoon, you felt you could rest easy. Namjoon wasn’t Yoongi, he wasn’t an asshole, he was an honest, kind, dependable man-

Namjoon staggered back a few unsteady feet and you responsively shot your hands out to secure his footing, the smiling previously adorning your face slowly slipping with each passing second at his reaction. He flinched back from your touch like you had scolded him with hot coal, only his labored breathing sounded as his wide brown eyes jumped from you to Jungkook before muttering a shaky, “I’m... I’m sorry.” before sprinting in the direction you just came from.

“Wait!” Jungkook called out from beside you, a gust of wind whirled around you at the sudden speed he ran behind him, the sound of footsteps hitting the pavement echoing loudly in your head. “Wait!”

You could only gape wordlessly from your spot as you heard rather than see him chasing Namjoon as he quickly made his escape, Jungkook’s piercing voice ringing through your head.

You spent the remainder of your night consoling a devastated Jungkook, your heart clenching painfully as he blamed himself over and over again, no matter how many times you interrupted that destructive train of thought.

Turns out, Namjoon was quite the hidden track star as he made it to his car and peeled from the parking lot even before Jungkook got completely down the flight of stairs.

“Why would he run away from me like that?” He hiccuped, his large frame clinging to yours as you ran a hand soothingly through his hair, coddling him like an infant.

You took a deep breath as you brought him closer, offering more of your warmth which he appreciated, snuggling in closer to you, feeling his tense form gradually go lax as his eyes drifted shut, slipping into what you could only guess would be a restless sleep.

You shifted out slowly from underneath him, placing one of the extra pillows under his head and going into the closet where he kept his extra blankets and draping it over him.

Watching his sleeping form fidget from his position on the couch, you felt yourself becoming worked up.

What was Namjoon’s deal?

Maybe him and Yoongi weren’t so different after all. Your heart hurting for Jungkook, you prayed and hoped Namjoon wouldn’t reject him and that he was going to talk to you, whether he wanted to or not.

Staring blankly in front of you, your arms crossed in a defensive manner, the sound of distant conversations and silverware clinking echoing in the semi-busy cafe you two often frequented together was all you heard, your usually order of vanilla iced mocha sitting in front of you untouched on the table in front of you, forming a puddle of water around the bottom of the cup on the wood as the ice slowly melted in your drink.

Your first choice was to meet in a private setting, but he had wisely chosen a public space, knowing you did not have the guts nor conscience to scream your lungs out at him as you so badly wanted to in front of throngs of innocent bystanders that had just wanted to have a nice lunch.

It had taken some threatening coaxing, about twenty missed calls from you, then you had pounded on his door and demanded you two talk, and you had never seen him so afraid than at that moment. You had never really gotten upset with him before, so this behavior was obviously a change for him, but what did he think after running out on one of your closest friends like that?

“So... I, uh, guess I have some explaining to do.” His own drink had about two sips left, due to his nervous gulping down of the cold beverage as he sat in front of you. He tried to smile but it came out more as a grimace as he tried to break the tension.

You raised an eyebrow as you offered no change in your expression, urging him to continue, or start, his explanation.

He blinked a few times as he took in a deep breath before straightening up in his chair, placing his elbows on the table as he leaned his upper body a bit more closely to you as to not have to talk so loud. “I’ve never really thought about my soulmate before, I always believed that it just a hoax.”

His earlier words came rushing to you as you remembered what he said when you had asked him about soulmates.

“I don’t really have an opinion on it. I’ll worry about it when it happens.”

“I get it now. I get it completely, experiencing it for myself instead of just reading it in textbooks or having people relay their own experiences to me made me realize just how wrong I was.”

He hung his head and your anger ebbed a bit at seeing how exhausted and guilty he seemed. You could understand what he was saying, you had thought the exact same thing, had your whole world shift upside down at meeting that one person.

“But I... I had feelings for someone else already.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. You hadn’t known that, your sympathy growing even more at his words. Surely he wanted to make his own story, just like you wanted.

“I liked them so much, they were all I thought about when I wasn’t busy cramming for tests and midterms. We were very compatible and it was really easy being by their side. I really thought that there could be nobody in the universe more suited for me than her. Or so I thought.”

You remained silent as he told you his monologue, talking to himself more right now than he was to you.

“But now, after meeting him, I realize how wrong I was once again. It’s like the romantic aspect I felt for them just went away. It’s really fucking weird. So when those feelings just went away... I was overwhelmed, I was confused, I was angry... and I know it wasn’t the right thing to do at all and it’s a terrible excuse but believe me, y/n, I feel horrible for running out like that.” He gazed at you with a tortured expression and you had to avert your stare, not being able to handle seeing the carefree Namjoon look so dejected and ashamed. “I can still hear him screaming after me, I couldn’t sleep at all last night.”

“Neither could Jungkook.” You spoke up, relaxing your arms from their crossed position on your chest to mimic his posture, hard expression softening up a bit as you admitted, “you know he cried himself to sleep last night, asking why you ran away and that something had to be wrong with him that you wouldn’t want him.”

He cringed at your words and mumbled, “All I want right now is to make things right with Jungkook, and to hold him and-” he broke off with a sudden clearing of his throat as an embarrassed expression broke out on his face. It was like had finally realized that you were here also.

“Well, you should. Make it right. I can’t stand seeing him hurting, he’s like family to me, like a brother.” You pouted, wondering at how it would go from here on out.

“I will. I’ll apologize and explain everything, and grovel for however long it takes for him to forgive me.”

Rolling your eyes, you shook your head as a smile crept on your lips. “Knowing him and how crazy he is over you, he won’t even last five minutes with you there with him.”

His eyes grew wide and you laughed at his shocked face, a pleasant feeling growing in you as you noted the blush rising from his neck all the way to the tips of his ears. “He’s crazy about me?”

Shrugging, you finally picked your watered down beverage and took a sip, the cool liquid soothing your throat.

Trying to calm himself down, he told you much more seriously, “You should try with him, too.”

“Who?”

“Yoongi.”

“Wha-” you rushed to ask and the coffee went down the wrong tube and you were suddenly coughing out a lung, the customers around you jumping up in their seats in alarm and watched as you struggled to breathe correctly, glaring at Namjoon who was trying his best to keep his composure. “How do you know about him?”

“We’re sort of friends, remember?” He sassily remarked and you shot him a death glare that had him straightening once again. “It just came up.” Was all he chose to say, leaving you unbelievably frustrated.

You had let Namjoon go after chatting a bit more, knowing that he was restless to make things up with Jungkook and he all but jumped in his car and will most likely get a few speeding tickets to his way to his apartment, and you didn’t say anything, letting them sort it out themselves.

You were roaming the streets, in a bit of a daze at Namjoon’s words.

“You should try with him, too.”

Your dreams were filled with the pale, dark haired beauty, wondering even if you did want to try with him, were you going to be able to let down your walls that you’ve spent years and years building up to let him in?

Would he even want to try with you?

Doubts and second thoughts filled your thoughts and made your mood even crappier than it already was this morning.

It was summer vacation, for goodness sake. At least during the school year, you could catch a quick and unfulfilling glance at him, where were you supposed to find him now?

You were waiting at a stoplight, waiting to cross the street, watching the cars zoom past and saw that it was starting to finally dwindle down. Getting ready to cross the street, you froze in your stance, not believing your eyes.

Maybe it really was fate, maybe you two were supposed to somehow work out.

Because right across the street, was Min Yoongi staring back at you with mirrored wide eyes and a look of surprise on his face.

The animated person lit up underneath the red hand that went black and you wasted no time, running with all your might and flung yourself into his arms.

He smelled of detergent and sunscreen, a scent that made you smile into the soft fabric of his loose t-shirt, his rigid frame relaxed and his arms wrapped protectively around your frame.

“I missed you.”

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Come over (Series 81) - Erik Černák

A/N: So technically in my time zone it is Monday already, but considering @nhlandotherimagines will get the notification on Sunday we can count it as me posting on time, right?

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Several weeks ago had young Lucia the pleasure in meeting the tall blond defenseman of the Lightning. To say she was surprised he was interested in her is an understatement. In fact the short blond girl had to check her notifications more than twice to make sure she wasn't seeing things. She wasn't.

After Erik rescued her at the bar from a creep he made sure she kept his jacket even though she had already agreed to go out with him. Fast forward couple of weeks and both Košice natives are more than happy to be seeing each other rather regularly.

As Lucia reaches for her purse her eyes land on the jacket she was supposed to return, but couldn't bring herself to. Every time they met Erik would tease her about it. At first she got flustered and embarrassed thinking she overstepped, but the smirk stretching on his pink lips made her worries wash away and she slapped his chest playfully.

She sighs happily grabbing the jacket before checking her appearance in the mirror once more.

"I am leaving!" She yells loud enough for her parents to hear. "I'll come in late, bye!" She rushes before either of them has a chance to protest or ask any additional questions.

Her wrist lifts hesitantly and with her knuckles she gently knocks on the wooden surface of the door of Erik's apartment. Footsteps approach the door and just seconds later Erik's smiling figure is revealed.

"Ahoj, how are you?" he questions as she steps inside.

"Better now." She smiles embracing him in a hug the second she slips her shoes of.

"I wonder why." He hums. He pulls away grinning. "Wait is that?" He asks pointing at the jacket in her hand with surprise written all over his face.

"Yes?" It's more of a hesitant question rather than a sure statement.

"I thought I'd never see it again." He gives her a cheeky grin.

"I mean you said it was okay, but uh- I had to return it eventually and-" She starts to babble nonsense.

"Hey." His big hands on her small shoulders and a look in his eyes make her stop her words vomit. "It's okay. I was joking. I wouldn't have given it to you if I wanted it back that bad. I would've asked for it." He reasons with his blushing girlfriend.

"Okay, yeah. Makes sense." She nods.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, let me just wash my hands real quick."

He points her towards the bathroom leaning himself on to the doorway. While Lucia runs the water and reaches for soap he's looking at her intensely trough the mirror. She looks up giving him a soft smile, which he happily returns.

After drying her hands off she walks over to Erik wrapping her arms around his neck. His own hands find purchase on her slim waist bringing her closer. His head dips down, their foreheads touching and noses brushing. "You are so beautiful." His words are barely above whisper as if he spoke any louder they wouldn't get to her. Her cheeks flame up, her gaze escaping his. He nudges her rosy cheek with his nose. "Don't look away pretty girl." If anything his words only deepen the blush on Lucia's cheeks.

"How is your nose so cold? It's so hot outside I thought I would melt on my way here." Rolling her eyes she looks up to the blue spirals. His hearty laugh makes his shoulders shake slightly and Lucia's smile grow.

"My nose ain't cold." He protests pressing his nose to her warm cheek.

"It is!" She tries to pull away, but doesn't get too far. "Are your lips that cold too?" She questions in a small voice giving him a soft smile.

"Guess you'll have to find out." A smirk that makes her weak stretches on his features. Tilting her head slightly she does just that. Erik's hands wander over her back, not really sure where to settle. Lucia's slender fingers thread through his locks. Her long nails scratching his skin lightly drawing noises of pleasure from him.

"Your nose is colder." She breathes after pulling away. He shakes his head laughing, his eyes twinkling with joy. Grabbing her hand he leads her in to the living room. "Because I am the nice guy I am I'll let you pick the movie we are watching tonight." Winking he pushes the remote into her small hands and walks over to the kitchen. She merely laughs as she settles on the couch. "Do you want tea or water or juice or wine?" He lists as he shuffles around looking for glasses.

"Are you trying to get me drunk so early? Water's fine." She chimes and goes through the list of movies available, Erik's laugh accompanying her.

After watching the movie, a light romcom Lucia picked, Erik gives her an apartment tour considering it is her first time visiting.

"And this is my old room. “ Standing at the door he motions around the room.

"It's nice. I mean. I would have never guessed you play hockey." She laughs pointing at the posters, medals and pictures scattered around.

"I used to share the room with my brother. It could've been his." He counters.

"Nah, I am pretty sure this is you." He walks over to her and takes a look at the picture, which caught Lucia's attention.

"Whatever." He rolls his eyes smiling.

Stepping towards a bookshelf she lets her eyes wander over the different titles placed on the wooden surface. "Did you read a lot or is it your brother's?" Lucia teases.

"Not a lot, but some of those are mine."

"Not a book worm. Noted." She throws over her shoulder with a grin.

"I liked this one a lot, though." His voice is suddenly a lot closer than before and she jumps slightly. He reaches for a book taking it off of the shelf. Lucia turns noticing the soft smile sitting on his lips as his fingers run over the cover.

"Let's read then." She announces skipping over to the bed in the corner of the room.

"What? Now?" He turns to her confused.

"Why not?" She shrugs patting the spot next to her.

Shaking his head he walks over taking a seat next to her. "Do you want me to read or?"

"You can read?" She gasps faking a surprise.

"Aw come on! You're being very mean right now." He pouts.

"I am sorry." She presses a wet kiss on his cheek. He cringes, but doesn't object. "Gimmie the book, I'll read to you." She makes grabby hands looking directly at the item in Erik's hands.

"I'll trade the book for a kiss." He smirks proudly.

"Gosh you're such a child." Lucia rolls her eyes. "Fine." She sighs and shakes her head already leaning in.

"Last time I checked it was you being nineteen not me." He mumbles just before she presses her lips to his.

"Shut up and get comfy." She scolds finally getting her hands on the book.

He salutes and slides down on the bed. Placing his head on her stomach he hugs her waist. She threads her fingers through his hair massaging his scalp.

"Good?" She checks.

He hums into her belly, giving her clothed stomach a kiss.

Lucia opens the book and starts reading. Quite frankly their setting looks rather comical. A big man like Erik lying on his small girlfriend with his legs dangling off of his childhood bed. In one hand she holds the book and with the other she combs his hair. Every time she retreats her hand to turn a page Erik let's out a sound of protest, but she merely shushes him.

With Lucia's voice reading out loud his favorite story and Lucia herself as a pillow it was just a matter of time when sleep consumes Erik. The moment she takes notice of the soft snores leaving his lips she closes the book quietly. Careful as to not wake him she slips from the hold he has on her waist. After setting the book on a bedside table she tiptoes towards the door.

"You know, you can stay if you want." Erik's sleepy voice makes her stop in her tracks and he yawns.

"Um, I'd like that." She nods shyly and he gives her a warm smile.

"I'll find you some pajamas." He sits up stretching.

After a few minutes of rummaging through various drawers and a quick trip to a different room he is back with a pile of clothing in his hands.

She thanks him with a smile taking from him a rather big black T-shirt and cyclamen runner shorts with polka dot pattern. Her eyes linger on the shorts a beat longer and he speaks up. "Those are my sister's." Clearing his throat he scratches the back of his head.

"I figured. You don't seem like the kind of guy to go for pink shorts." Lucia snorts looking up at him. Rolling his eyes he lets out a laugh. "I mean, they wouldn't fit you even if you tried." Holding them up, she compares them to his broad form.

"Are you implying that I am fat?" He holds his palm to his chest in a mock offended gesture.

"No, I am saying, you have a booty of an athlete, which." She pauses to make her point. "I am not complaining about." She smiles throwing him a wink.

Coming closer his arms wrap around her waist bringing her close. "I knew you wanted me for my body." He scoffs.

"But of course babe." Running her free hand through his hair she gives his cheek a kiss. "Why else would I date you?"

"You're terrible, you know that?" Laughing his palms squeeze her hips.

She hums placing her palm and fist full of clothes on his muscular chest. "Actually, I remember you saying I was pretty amazing." Leaning in their foreheads touch.

"You must have misheard my words." His lips brush hers with barely any pressure.

"Are you sure about that?" With every sentence said their voices drop in volume and faces decrease the space between them.

"Pretty sure, yeah." It's a mere whisper as they finally kiss.

Stripes of soft yellow light coming in through the blinds are dancing on the faces of the two sleeping bodies under the covers on a bed way too small for two adults, but they manage. Shadows are moving on their skin with every breath they take.

Erik wakes up first. Blinking, trying to adjust his eyes to the sight in front of him. Wrapped in his strong arms, with her blond head on his chest is lying his sleeping girlfriend. He admires her. Every detail. Her smooth skin, shiny hair, soft snores making their way through her parted lips, her mouth. Oh, the pink pillows that drive him insane every time they kiss. Everything. He adores every little thing about her. She is his perfect princess. His and his only. The thought makes his heart skip a single beat.

Lucia stirs. Dragging her eyelids open she searches with her eyes the source of heat next to her.

She finds him already looking at her with a soft look in his eyes and small smile dancing on his pretty pink lips.

"Dobré ráno." She muses biting her lip.

"Morning." Whispering his palm rubs her back. "Did you sleep well?"

"I did." She nods. She rolls, placing her right forearm on his chest and chin on the back of her palm.

"Did you?"

"With you in my arms? Like a baby." With his free hand he strokes her golden locks.

"Such a flirt right from the very start of a day." She teases, trying not to blush. To no avail.

"Can't help it." He rolls his shoulders in a shrug. "You make me flirtatious." A cheeky grin stretches on his features.

"Oh my God, why am I even dating you?" Lucia faceplants into the fabric of his T-shirt.

"For my body. I thought we established that yesterday?" He says it so nonchalantly she can't believe he actually said that.

"Such an idiot. Still brings me back to that question." She shakes her head, looking up at his face.

"And I will still give you the same answer." Lucia merely huffs at his stubbornness. "Well, maybe not the same." He backtracks pushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Oh, and what might your answer be then?" She tilts her head, green eyes bearing into his, voice laced with pure curiosity.

"I like you. A lot. That's why." He leans in pecking her lips. "But you already knew that, didn't you?"

"It doesn't hurt to be reminded once in a while." She shrugs, slight smirk creeping onto her features.

"I'll gladly remind you over and over again." He whispers, rolling over he pauses. "I like you." Kiss on the forehead. "I like you." Kiss on the cheek. "I like you." Kiss on the lips. "I like you." Kiss on the neck. "So much." Mumbling into her skin he proceeds to pepper her with kisses.

"I like you too." Grabbing the sides of his face she brings him to her eye level. "So much." She wraps her arms around Erik's neck, smiling into the kiss.

There is some rustling noise in the background and the sound of a door closing. He pulls away facepalming into Lucia's shoulder, groaning loudly. "Who's that?"

"One of my siblings, who apparently did not get the message of NOT coming back early." His words are muffled, but she hears them.

"Siblings?" Her eyebrow cocked in question.

He lifts his head. "Yeah, I have a sister too. I'll go kick whichever one of them is here's ass. Be right back." He presses a quick kiss to her cheek and climbs off of the bed.

"Hi, you're back early." Erik greets a brown-haired woman rummaging through kitchen cabinets. Leaning on the door frame he crosses his arms over his chest.

"It's noon." She snorts filling a glass with water.

"It's holidays." He says unamused.

"What are you a schooler?" Laughing she leans on the kitchen counter.

"Why are you here? Don't you dare say, because you live here." He warns.

Rolling her eyes she shrugs. "I wanted to meet the mysterious lady you're so head over heels for."

"So you thought you'd come in the morning unannounced." He finishes.

"It's noon."

"That's not the point. How are you so sure she even stayed?"

"Oh, please. I have known you for some time. Hockey players always charm girls into staying, especially you."

He rolls his eyes sighing heavily. "Just. Just be nice, I'd like to see her again."

Turning on his heels he walks back into the bedroom. He misses the surprised look painting his sister's face after his last sentence.

"So um, it's my sister and apparently she wanted to meet you. Are you okay with that?" He asks Lucia sort of skeptical, eyes darting all over the room.

"Well, I can't really sneak out through the window." She tries to joke implying it wouldn't be the smartest idea to try and climb out the window on the seventh floor. "It's okay, I'll just have to put myself together or something." Gesturing towards her appearance she then places her hands on his shoulders, his fingers wrapping around her wrists.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know she'd show up." His apology is sincere just as the worry of what words might leave his sisters mouth.

"'S alright, that's what siblings do." Brushing it of she appears so calm and nonchalant about it all. "I'll be fine, don't worry." Pecking his lips she steps back to gather her clothes and heads for the bathroom. Not before he squeezes her hands in a supportive gesture.

Slipping into the bathroom she misses the silent exchange between the two siblings. Erik looks at Lucia's retreating figure with so much admiration the younger woman can't help, but shoot him a knowing look. At which merely he rolls his eyes smiling anyway.

After changing her clothes, brushing her hair and splashing her face with rather cold water Lucia emerges from the bathroom meeting both Černák siblings in their kitchen.

Erik approaches her placing his arm around her shoulders. "So this is my sister Simona, who was too anxious to meet you she came in unannounced." Giving her a pointed look Erik smiles at his sister just seconds later. "Simona, this is Lucka." Finishing the introductions he squeezes Lucia's shoulder as her hand finds his lower back.

"Hi, it's nice to meet you." Simona says with outstretched hand towards the younger blond.

"Nice to meet you too. I didn't know Erik had a sister, but now I see why he kept you a secret." Movement of Simona's hand pauses mid-air, eyes searching Lucia's face confused. "The most precious gems are always kept secret and locked away." She smiles brightly, but fists some of Erik's T-shirt as if her life depended on it. That is the first indication of her nervousness.

Simona still seems to be at loss for words, the big brother deciding to step in. "Let's eat something shall we?"

After breakfast Simona was convinced that Lucia was incredibly charming. She managed to charm her just like she has charmed her older brother. The way he kept stealing glances and staring at her as if her stuffing her face with cereals was the most beautiful piece of art was all she needed to know. Not only was he smitten by her, but the happiness radiated off of him in waves so big Simona thought she might get blown away. The admiration they had for each other was very clear on both of their faces. After all Erik has charmed Lucia just the same.

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A/N: So here goes the second part of Series 81. I hope you are enjoying the story of Erik and Lucia so far.

Other parts: Part 1

Translations:

Dobré ráno. - Good morning.

PS: I have posted the Valentine’s cake, Jessie!

#erik cernak imagine #Erik Černák imagine #tampa bay lightning imagine #hockey imagine #Hockey Fanfiction #nhl imagine #nhl fanfiction #Erik Černák #Erik Cernak #tampa bay lightning #nhl #hockey #Series 81 #hockey imagines #nhl imagines

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if-the-crown-fits-translate-it · 4 years ago

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Discord pt 28

[Date: 20/02, 09:26 PM - 20/02, 11:18 PM GMT]

[Context: The server has a prison that is basically restricting a persons permissions to see and send texts to one channel.]

wilboo soot: “someone IS in prison lol”

Library/Ren: “wait who?”

wilboo soot: “a spy”

page: “A spy?”

wilboo soot: “you can understand english right? yes, a spy”

page: “Hello! I'm sorry I was busy earlier, had to help prepare for smile day, my friends!

Yes! I know English, and some French, but Crown prefers when we use Ender!”

page: “Very sorry I missed any questions earlier, Knight informed me you had answered some about themselves!”

page: “Knight said earlier you had asked them some things, it's nice to see friends getting along!“

page: “I don't mean to pry but I have a question myself? If you like we could exchange some! So in return for me asking a question you can ask some if you'd like...?“

[People agree with that proposal.]

page: Didn't there used to be more channels? I swear there were at least two more channels but I don't see them anymore...Do you not trust me?

[Context: There are two “secret” channels which the Court members, except Knight who has admin privileges, generally don’t see.]

emuhlee: “I’m not sure I know what you mean. I don’t see anything missing. And of course we trust you!”

wilboo soot: “We trust you, page! It's just that we're all our own people and even in a family, everyone deserves some space and privacy :) Wouldn't you agree?“

[page: “Are you sure? You're not lying to me are you...? Friends don't lie or betray one another!“]

wilboo soot: "Page ive put people into prison for lying its the last thing id do rn”

page: “If you all are sure...I trust you!”

page: “That was my only question! I can answer any questions you have now if you'd like, my friends!”

havoc.ren: “Thoughts on chicken nuggies?”

page: “I love chicken nuggets!”

Vivianiki: "Which is your favourite fruit?”

page: “Fruit? I like apples and bananas mainly!"

[havoc.ren: “Love apples, although I'm a bit specific with my taste in them. Do you have a favorite type of apple?”]

page: “I don't remember what they're called exactly but they're red and kind of sweet?“

[Galahan (Grimm): “This may be an odd question, but does anything here give you a kind of deja vu?”]

page: “Deja vu?...No not that I'm aware of! Why?”

[Galahan (Grimm): “I'm just curious, something about here the server felt kinda familiar when I first joined.”

page: “Perhaps it's similar to a dream you've had? I mean I haven't been here that long ha!”

page: “Hello boo! nice to finally meet you!“

[wilboo soot: “wait boo like me”]

page: “Yes!”

[wilboo soot: “:)!!!! It's nice to meet you too :d You're very cool”]

page: Thank you so much! You are as well my beloved friend! Would like to join our little q and a?

[wilboo soot: “Mmm sure, it sounds fun :) Whose turn is it to ask?”]

page: “Well I had asked my own question earlier so you can ask me whatever!”

wilboo soot: “What are your thoughts on fruits and vegetables?”

page: “For fruits I like apples, though i have to get rid of the skins, and bananas! As for vegetables the only one I like is cucumber with caesar salad dressing!”

[wilboo soot: "Apples and bananas are cool!! I like cucumbers too but I prefer tomatoes :) Your turn to ask a question now!"

page: “I know this seems silly but how is your smile day going! :)”

[wilboo soot: “Oh it's not silly at all! My smile day was great :) It's Sunday for me now so I think it's over but it was pretty cool! What about you?”]

page: “Pretty good! I woke up kind of late this morning but that happens sometimes!“

[wilboo soot: “Hope you didn't miss anything important, that happens to me when i wake up late sometimes :' It's nice to hear you're doing well!! Any new hobbies you've picked up recently?"]

page: “I quite like drawing! And talking to my beloved friends! :)“

[wilboo soot: “Drawing is awesome! Will you ever share your art here?”]

page: “Sure! I have a drawing of Ranboo I had made actually! I know it's not completely accurate but I had tried to create it off what I was told he looked like!”

[wilboo soot: “That sounds awesome! you can send it in #art if you'd like :)“]

page: “Ah I must go eat for the time being! We can continue with questions later if you'd like! Maybe the both of us will think of more to ask each other as I can't think of any right now, bye for now my beloved friends! :)”

#on:discord #by:page #if the crown fits

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maevemarethyu · 4 years ago

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Unexpected (2/?)

You weren’t expecting it. Neither of you were.

That didn’t mean you weren’t happy with how it ended.

Warnings: Cheating, Threats, Sad Boi Hour, Heatbreak, I’m not quite sure what else.

Steve and Sam are waiting for Bucky when he walks into the shared living room; looking every part of a pair of worried parents. The familiarity of it lifts a weight from his shoulders. Meeting you hadn’t been what he expected, then again, he didn’t know what he was expecting in the first place.

He only knew that you weren’t it and he was glad.

“How’d it go? You rushed outta here before either of us could stop you.” Steve worries, resting a hand on his best friend’s shoulder. Steve had been there for him for as long as Barnes could remember and Sam had been a rock keeping the two old men above water in the new age.

“Y/N is something.” He mutters cryptically as he crashes onto the couch, mind swirling as he tries to make sense of everything that had happened. The lack of elaboration has his friends looking at him for an explanation.

“Something as in good or something as in she threw something at you and called you a liar before chasing your ass away from her house.” Sam asks, taking the seat next to Barnes and earning a glare.

Good. You were definitely good despite your very bad situation. He had run to you half cocked with no plan and laid what was probably the worst news possible on you while your kid was asleep in the other room.

“She- They- a kid. She has a daughter named Laysa. Four weeks old.” Disbelief laces his voice. He could understand why Claire would cheat on him; he was a broken weapon made by HYDRA with more issues than Time Magazine. But, you?

He couldn’t understand why anyone would cheat on you. You were beautiful and thoughtful and the brief glimpse he’d caught of the fire in your eyes made his stomach twist in a way he didn’t want to elaborate on for a long while.

And you had a child. Patrick had a family with you; a domestic life Claire had snubbed Bucky for desiring.

“What?” Steve says through grit teeth. The Captain was like his friend; he too wanted to eventually settle down and start a family. When they were younger, the two Brooklyn boys had it all planned out. They’d marry the loves of their lives and get houses side by side; their kids would grow up together and they’d take turns having Sunday brunches at each other’s houses till they were old and gray.

The dream may have been postponed a few decades but, when Bucky told Steve about proposing to his long-time girlfriend, he was happier than he could ever remember being. After all the shit HYDRA put him through, he was glad Buck had found a nice girl like Claire.

How wrong he had been.

“You did the right thing telling her. She deserved to know.” Sam adds but, Bucky just shakes his head.

“I could have worded it better.” He admits, twisting the ring on his finger. “She opened the door and I blanked. Then I basically yelled it in her face: Your husband is fucking my wife.”

He watches Steve’s face go red from secondhand embarrassment and Sam fails in holding back a laugh but, they all fall silent when someone clears their throat. Barnes feels the hairs on the back of his neck raise as he reluctantly turns to face the new person in the room. A person he had purposefully left out of this because A. She was on a mission and B. He thought she would raise hell when she found out.

“Hey Nat…” Steve coughs awkwardly.

Fresh off a hard mission, covered in scrapes and bruises, and scowl on her face; Natasha Romanoff looked ready to raise all seven layers of hell.

“Someone. Explain.” She asks calmly… too calmly. It unnerves the three men in the worst way possible and Bucky’s explaining the situation before his brain can catch up. Once he’s finished, the woman simply mutters an okay before walking out of the room and leaving the trio speechless.

She returns a minute later in a fresh change of clothes and is stuffing knives in different pockets of her pants.

“What are you doing?” Sam asks, curious and worried at the same time.

“I’m going to fucking kill them.” She announces, making her way to the door. If it were anyone else, Barnes would have thought it was a joke but, he knew Natasha. He knew what happened to people that hurt her family and, even thought he loathed himself for it, he still cared about Claire.

“Natalia.” She stops with a huff when Bucky calls her name. “Please, don’t.”

For once, she doesn’t fight him and she instead takes a seat on the armchair across from him.

“If I ever see her again, I will not hesitate. I mean it Bucky.”

“She doesn’t even know I know yet. Neither of them do. Y/N wants to wait until her divorce papers are ready.” Her green eyes soften at his obvious pain. In all the years they’d known each other, she’d never seen him like this. “Her friends are lawyers and she asked if I wanted to meet them with her tomorrow.”

“I hope you said yes.” To his surprise, its Steve that says it. Out of everyone in this room, he’d have thought Steve would be the one handing out second chances. In a messed-up way, he was glad the courtesy didn’t extend to cheating spouses.

“I did. We’re meeting for breakfast.” He nods, and the three Avengers let out a collective sigh of relief.

“Mr. Barnes.” FRIDAY’s voice echoes in the silent room. “There is a Miss Y/N Voight calling for you. Should I take a message?”

As soon as the AI says your name, his breath catches in his throat and his mind goes straight to the worst-case scenario: Patrick came home and something happened to either you or Laysa.

“No, you can patch her through Fri.”

There’s a shuffle over the speakers before your voice is heard.

“Hello? James?” To his relief, you didn’t sound any more distressed than you were when he left.

“I’m here Y/N. I’ve got Steve, Sam, and Nat here with me. Is everything alright?”

“Oh, hi other Avengers. Yeah, it’s just that I called Matt’s secretary and explained the situation. She told me to bring any official pre-nuptial documents with us tomorrow and figured I should let you know but, I didn’t have your number. Had to call the station to get this one.”

He didn’t like the idea of you calling your husband’s place of work but, you didn’t sound bothered by it and he hopes its because you managed to avoid talking to him directly.

“Секретарь? Я думал, вы сказали, что юристы - ее друзья.” The secretary? I thought you said the lawyers are her friends. Natasha asks in her mother tongue, a habit she and Barnes had gotten into whenever they needed to have a private conversation, and the man shrugs.

“Они мои лу��шие друзья и заботятся обо мне.” They're my best friends and, they care about me. You reply without missing a beat, catching everyone in the room off guard. “If I tell them before tomorrow, nothing is stopping them from finding and maiming Pat… my soon-to-be ex-husband. You aren’t the only one with scary friends Barnes.”

Your words were so brazen that Bucky could picture you sitting on the phone with a smirk on your face as clear as day and a grin finds its way onto his face; earning a curious glance from Steve.

“Anyways, I’ve gotta go. Laysa’s fussing.” Sure enough, a sharp cry comes from the speaker. “I’ll see you tomorrow James and, I guess goodnight everyone else? Keep up the good work? Bye.”

When the call ends, everyone’s eyes turn to Bucky and he keeps his head down. It was kind of you to risk a confrontation with your husband to help him get prepared for tomorrow. He couldn’t imagine being kind in a situation like yours. You had a child to worry about through this; you had every right to be bitter.

“Fri. Can you print out-“

“Already on it Mr. Barnes.” The AI announces and, not for the first time, Bucky is grateful for Tony’s stubbornness. If it weren’t for Stark there wouldn’t be any pre-nuptial documents. James had thought it a waste of time when it was first brought up but, it looks like he’d need to thank the billionaire once more for forcing him to sign the papers.

“She sounded oddly cheery for someone who just found out their husband was cheating on them.” Sam frowns, causing Bucky to look at him in confusion.

Did Sam not hear the way your voice cracked when you mentioned calling the station? Could he not tell you had just cried your voice hoarse? Was he oblivious to you attempt of covering up your pain with thinly veiled humor?

No, you were not cheery. You were shattered, just like him but, you were trying your best to seem put together. He could see right through you. His friends though, they didn’t seem as attuned to your sorrow.

“We all process grief differently. For all we know, she’s still in shock.” Steve reasons, ever the mediator.

“She sounds like she has her hands full.” Natasha hums in agreement. “She’s probably focused all of her attention on the baby. I know it helped Laura whenever Clint was away on missions.”

You were coping, in your own way. Barnes decided to take your lead, standing from his seat.

“Heading to bed Buck?”

“Yeah. I’ll see you all in the morning.” He lies before leaving in the direction of his room. He wouldn’t be able to sleep, not with the images of Claire and Patrick burned into his eyelids so, he bypasses his bedroom and makes his way to the gym a floor below. He hated lying to his friends but, they were like yours, they cared about him almost too much. They were always so eager to help and he was grateful for it, really, but sometimes he needed to be alone in order to work through whatever problem he was having. The man liked his solitude.

When Bucky had told Steve he wanted his own apartment, the blonde nearly had a conniption but, he eventually relented and together they had found a place not too far from the compound. Right now, he was missing his little slice of solitude.

Thankfully, the gym is deserted when he arrives and, as he sets up a punching bag, his mind wanders; remembering times when his life wasn’t so damn complicated. Back when he’d spend the afternoon looking down alleys to make sure Steve wasn’t getting his ass handed to him. Back when the most he had to worry about was whether to take Sally or Jane dancing that evening.

He can only stay in that headspace for so long before he’s back to reliving the worst moment of his new life. He had thought he finally got it right with Claire; he used to think she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, she was smart, a kick-ass agent, she made him feel like he was able to put himself together again with her help. She was too good for him and he used to think it was only him who thought it.

After years of being together, she’d finally thought it too.

A hard jab to the bag slices it open, pouring sand into his sneaker and he almost yells in frustration. Then he remembers you and the way you chucked your phone past his head without so much as a sound. His anger was explosive but, yours? Your anger was silent and seething; dare he say calculating.

He wondered if you’d look as lovely screaming as you did seething before shaking the thought from his head with wide eyes. Whenever he and Claire argued; whether or not she was pretty was the last thing on his mind.

Comparing you to his wife should have been the last thing on his mind but, no matter how hard he tried, your face was the one to pop up when he lost focus. He wasn’t upset by it thought, he’d much rather remember your face instead of Patrick and Claire’s in the throes of passion.

Yeah, he’d much rather remember how nice your smile was as you got your daughter’s bottle ready.

#bucky x y/n #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky fanfic

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nosferatvpussy · 4 years ago

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distorted lullabies [chapter VII]

Word count: 6,292

Warnings: vulgar language

Pairing: Dracula x female reader

AO3 link

A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this chapter and I hope you do too while reading it. Side note 1: I reference a few movies here and there. I would advise you skipping one or two paragraphs to avoid spoilers if you still mean to watch it. But, I'm assuming everyone reading this has seen it already. Site note 2: Anne Rice will find a way to sue me if this somehow finds its way to her (it won't, who do I think I am) Side note 3: if you haven't yet, watch every movie and read every book mentioned here. They're all great.

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I had a huge grin on my face as I left the courtroom. My client grabbed my arm and shook it, chuckling.

“You won!” she squealed.

“ We won,” I corrected. I stopped walking and faced Mirriam. Her make-up was smudged beneath her watery eyes and her lips were quivering. “I’m happy for you.”

She pulled me into a hug, knocking the breath out of me. Both my hands were occupied, carrying my briefcase and purse so, I had no choice but to stand there, unable to hug her back. Mirriam sobbed, her arms tightening about my neck ever so slightly as she thanked me. Over her shoulder, I saw Judge Llewellyn leave the courtroom, still dressed in his robes. He looked at us, the perpetual crease between his eyebrow softening. Mirriam exclaimed and released me abruptly. The squeals of happy children echoed down the hall and I turned to see Mirriam make a run for the two kids sprinting towards her.

“Congratulations, Miss L/N,” said Llewellyn. I turned my head to see him standing at my side. “You did well.”

“Can you repeat that, please? I didn’t quite catch it,” I said, grinning from ear to ear.

His lips tugged up as he glanced away. When he looked at me again his face was serious.

“Don’t try your luck,” he extended a hand toward me. “I’m looking forward to seeing you at practice in my court again.”

Any moment now my cheeks would tear from smiling so much. I let go of my purse, not caring that it almost tipped over, and shook his hand. Although his fingers were long and bony, his handshake was firm.

“Thank you, my lord.”

He nodded and made his way to the opposite direction, presumably towards the judges’ chambers. I watched him go, his robes swaying after him and then turned the other way, taking in Mirriam on her knees, laughing at whatever her children had said. Yeah, I did well. As I picked up my purse, I felt it vibrating. I stuck a hand inside it, searching for my phone as I made my way out of the Royal Courts of Justice.

“Hi, Zoe.”

“Any news?” She asked on the other end.

“None.”

“It’s been over a week since he took you out. Shouldn’t he have called you?”

“Maybe he’s lost interest,” I countered, frowning at the twinge on my chest.

Out in the open, I lowered my head to protect myself against the drizzle as I walked.

“That’s absurd. He wouldn’t go to all the trouble of bribing someone--”

“I still regret telling you that.”

“Nevermind who he is, that was impressive.”

An outsider could hear our conversation and think we were complaining about some guy giving me the cold shoulder, not plotting against a five centuries old vampire.

“Zoe, I don’t care why he hasn’t called as long as he leaves me alone. Maybe he met someone else,” as I talked, I managed to make eye contact with a cabbie inside a passing taxi and nodded. “I saw you two days ago. I’ll call if anything changes. When do you want to meet again?”

“Let’s make it Sunday. It’ll be the fourth set of samples and I want to keep the every 2 days pattern we’ve got going on until your bite fully heals.”

The taxi stopped next to me and I juggled all my stuff in order to open the door. I glared at the cabbie, hoping that he would be moved by my anger and help me open the door. I could be Queen Elizabeth and he wouldn’t care.

“Fine,” I said as I managed to open the car door and get inside. “61 Marney Road,” I told the cabbie and he accelerated. “St Thomas Hospital again?” I asked Zoe.

“Yes. 11am. Call me if Dracula--”

“I know, I know. Bye.” I ended the call before she could keep talking.

Once I settled my belongings next to me and made myself comfortable, I leaned my head on the window, watching as London’s lights started coming to life in the nearing dusk. Getting complimented by Judge Llewellyn deserved to be celebrated. A good film accompanied by popcorn and lots of chocolate appealed to my body overridden by PMS. Add an hour in a hot bath and then I would have the perfect Friday night. How would Count Dracula spend his Friday night?

I lowered my shirt’s high collar and touched the scar on my neck. It was nothing more than small scabs now that the bruises were gone but I still wore turtlenecks to conceal the strangulation marks. I hadn’t felt the tingling sensation on it ever since my date with the Count and I wondered if it would react at all to him now that it was almost healed.

“Miss, you alright?”

I removed my hand from my neck like I had been burned.

“What?”

“Are you feeling alright? It sounded like you were out of breath,” he spoke the same way someone would if they were addressing an elderly person.

My entire face went hot and I thanked him silently for not being one those cabbies that always had the rear view mirror turned to the back seats in order to watch the passengers.

“I have, uh, asthma,” I shut my eyes as I spoke, overcome by embarrassment. “But I’m fine now.”

Had I gone mental? Rubbing my scar to test if it was still reactive to touch in the back of a taxi was just plain stupid, especially considering that I’d gotten so utterly lost in pleasure that I had been panting loud enough for the cabbie to hear me.

“Tragic, innit?”

That my bond to Count Dracula paired with PMS had made me become a dog in heat? Yes.

“Sorry, what?”

The cabbie leaned forward and a second later the whispering voices coming from the car speakers raised to an understandable volume.

“ Surrey police has no leads so far ,” was all I heard from the narrator before a song started playing.

“What happened?”

“Two students were found dead this morning in Surrey University. Bright youngins, can you imagine what they could--”

I straightened on my seat.

“Murders?”

“Makes no sense, how brutal. Police says it appears they were having a movie night--”

“How were they killed?”

The cabbie took hold of the rear view mirror and angled it at me. I smiled dryly at his frown.

“Professional curiosity,” I told him. “I’m a defense lawyer.”

That answer did nothing to soothe the crease on his large forehead.

“Police isn’t sure yet. But I heard from a pal from Surrey,” he lowered his voice, like he was confiding in me, “that the person that found ‘em threw up and so did a coppa. Looked like a scene straight from The Shining, I bet. Nasty stuff.”

I nodded, relaxing against the window again. Taking he referenced The Shining, that probably meant that there was a lot blood. Dracula wouldn’t waste a drop, I supposed. Odd horrific murders came about once in a while, sadly, and all of them committed by humans. Besides, would he really go all the way to Surrey just to murder a bunch of uni students? London was stacked with several student halls for him to pick from without the trouble of traveling across counties.

“First what happened at that company and then this… This is a bad, bad week. My gran used to say that everything comes in threes. I assure ya, miss, there’s more-”

“Which company? What are you talking about?”

“Ya haven’t heard?” he questioned, glancing at me through the mirror. “Why, miss. Two nights ago the, whaddyacallit, the big corporate cunts in charge of a company- oh, excuse my mouth, miss-”

“The board of directors?”

“Yeah, those blokes. Murdered, the whole lot of ‘em, inside a meeting room!” he started whispering again.

“Was this here in London?”

“Central London,” he nodded. “Can’t remember the name of the company, now-”

“Like the murders in Surrey? Bloody?”

“Nah, don’t think there’s been news about that. Cameras were dead, caught nothing of it. They were found by security at almost midnight after a wife of one of ‘em called looking for her husband.”

“Cause of death?” I asked and he looked at me. “Just answer the question.”

“Stab wounds to the neck, all of ‘em. Apparently some of them put up a fight because there were broken arms and fingers. Scotland Yard said that it’s prolly more than one murderer, other than that they’ve been quiet about it… They’re investigating it,” he made air quotes, “that’s code for we don’t know shite.”

He continued ranting for the rest of the trip but I wasn’t listening anymore. I doubted that Netflix would be able to salvage my mood after that conversation.

Once I paid the cabbie, I bid him a nice weekend and jumped out of the taxi. Compared to how he had barely cared about my struggle to get in the taxi, he was nice enough to wait until I got my door opened. Now that the night had come, the automatic light above my front door had turned on and I could only make out the shape of his hand waving at me from inside the car. I waved back as a thanks before going inside.

I went straight upstairs after I locked the door. With how wired I was, I forgot all about my intentions of taking a bath and took a shower instead. Considering I was humming a tune to myself after thirty minutes under a steady stream of hot water, I was making a quick recovery. I was still singing when I turned off the shower and wrapped a towel about my body. I opened the door, tendrils of steam spilling from my bathroom into my bedroom.

“Ohmygod!”

Count Dracula grinned at me, lying on the middle of my bed with both arms folded beneath his head. I pressed the towel to myself, desperately seeking more cover.

“I was starting to wonder if you would ever come out of there.”

“I wish I hadn’t!” I exclaimed. “I locked my door! How the hell did you get in?!”

“Window." He pointed one long finger at it.

Deadbolts. I’d have to get deadbolts on every single window in my house.

“Couldn’t you have texted in advance?!”

“I did. You didn’t reply.”

I stared at him, waiting for something else to come out of his mouth. Instead, his gaze slid down my body, a crease appearing between his eyebrows as he inhaled sharply. I knew exactly why he was whiffing the air. Thank God my body was flushed from the hot shower, otherwise I would have gone bright red in anger.

“Ugh, leave!” I said, projecting my voice like I was in court.

I stretched an arm out, pointing at the window. The sudden movement almost caused the towel to open and I immediately took hold of it again with a little squeak. Count Dracula was up at once, circling the bed towards me. I gulped. His gaze pulled me in and for a moment my anger sizzled down.

“I’ve missed you,” he said and a shiver went down my spine.

I stepped back into the bathroom to put some distance between us.

“Too bad, go away.”

A smirk tugged the corner of his lips.

“You’ve missed me, too.”

“Absolutely did not.”

“Your heartbeat says otherwise.”

“It’s called anger.”

He clicked his tongue and shook his head.

“‘I’ll go wait downstairs,” he said before turning away from me and slipping out of my bedroom.

My knees almost gave out when he left and I rushed to sit on the edge of the bed. I held my head as I tried to concentrate and take deep breaths. Had he stayed any longer I wouldn’t put it past me to lock myself in the bathroom and remain there until morning. Not only I had to deal with him, I also could feel cramps coming. I wanted nothing more to curl up in bed with a heat compress and chocolate. Summoning my courage, I got up and went to get dressed.

As I went down the stairs, Dracula peeked his head out from the living room.

“You’re going out in your nightgown?”

I stopped for a second, frowning and then continued down.

“I’m not going out. I’m tired and uncomfortable and I’m staying home,” I forced a smile, batting my eyelashes just to annoy him. I rounded the staircase, giving my back to him and heading for the kitchen. “I do hope you haven’t wasted your money bribing someone else to grant us entrance to another museum.”

I swiped at the switch and soft lights came on over the kitchen island and at the corners of the room.

“I haven’t. There’s no problem in postponing tonight’s date.”

I turned around to see him standing on the other side of the island, staring at me.

“You’re not leaving, are you?”

“No.” He smiled. “Like I said, I’ve missed you.”

I leaned down and opened the cabinet under the sink. I pushed a set of pans to the side, looking for my heat pad.

“Been busy for this past week?” I asked, my voice echoing inside the cabinet.

“Unfortunately.”

I found the heat pad and stood up, closing the cabinet door after me as I put it inside the microwave and set 5 minutes. I turned to face him, propping my hips on the kitchen counter. I pulled on my courtroom face. If Count Dracula squinting at me meant that he saw me do it, then I needed to work more on my tells.

“Reading Jules Verne or killing a board of directors?”

One of his eyes twitched before he smiled.

“Both. Although I haven’t finished the book yet.”

“Why did you do that?”

“Not finish the book?”

“Dracula-”

“I was bored." He waved his hands on the air, dismissing my hard stare. “Please, I did the world a service! Yes, I went after them on a whim but as soon as I drank from one of them… I killed them on principle.”

“Principle? You’ve got that?”

“Is it that hard to believe?” He put his hands on top of the island and leaned forward, the light above his head creating shadows on his face. “The first one I bit was a child abuser. It was in his blood so, forgive me if killing him offends you. I broke his neck because I didn’t have a stomach for him. The rest of them… were palate cleansers. Although it didn’t do much good. Incredible how many of them had raped women and beat their wives.”

We stared at each other, frozen in place.

All my anger from before vanished and I had to struggle to keep my courtroom face on. In another world, one where there was no law binding me, I would have done the same. Was this the good in him I had been searching, however twisted it was?

The microwave chimed, prompting me to blink and break eye contact.

“I hope you hid at least some of the evidence,” I said, pushing back from the kitchen counter. “I’m not sure how representing a vampire in court for murder would look on my resumé.”

“No need to worry.” He grinned.

I grabbed the heat pad from the microwave, juggling it between my hands to avoid getting burnt until I dropped it to the counter.

“What about the students in Surrey?”

“Surrey? No, I haven’t been there.”

I nodded, somewhat relieved. I turned my back on Dracula to conceal my face as I broke the façade. He wasn’t responsible for the murders on Surrey as I suspected but after killing those ‘corporate cunts’, as the cabbie had put so appropriately, he probably went somewhere else to find another palate cleanser. Somebody else was dead because of him but for the life of me I couldn’t find something inside me to care enough. He had indeed done the world a service.

I rounded the island, past the Count so I could reach the pantry. From there I took popcorn and a bar of chocolate I had hidden, from myself, behind a set of spices. I could feel his eyes on me the entire time I moved and I fought the urge to steal a glance of his face to try figure out what was on his mind.

“I’m surprised you made an appearance,” I said in the unnerving silence.

“Are you, really?”

“Yes.” Hugging the popcorn and chocolate to my chest, I moved past him, congratulating myself for not looking at him. “No, actually. I was fairly positive you would come looking for me again, much to my dismay.” I chuckled. “One would think what happened at the museum would encourage you.”

My back burnt with the weight of his gaze. I started tearing the popcorn package frantically, making as much noise as possible to distract me. It was almost working but after I put the popcorn inside the microwave and closed it, I saw his reflection on the microwave mirrored door, moving towards me.

“It’s not very nice to sneak up on people,” I said, holding my ground.

He met my eyes through the reflection.

“I’m not nice.”

He had a reflection. I blinked, turning at once to face him. He was directly behind me, less than an arm’s length.

“You can be.”

“Do you want me to be nice?”

“No. It makes it harder to hate you.”

He smiled.

“I believed that for a second, really did. Especially when I found out that you had been asking our dear friend Renfield about me.”

I gulped.

“He wasn’t very forthcoming, if that makes you feel better,” I said and he chuckled but when his face grew serious again, I wondered if he forced that laugh. “Is that why you disappeared? Because Renfield gossiped about me to you?”

“Amongst other things,” he acquiesced, stepping back and supporting his body on the island much like I had done on the counter.

By his evasive answer, there was more to it but if he didn’t want to tell me it was fine. He had his secrets and I had mine.

“What do you know, boys really do gossip as much ladies do.”

He gave me a lopsided smile, one I judged was genuine, unlike his chuckle before. The microwave beeped again and I inhaled the delicious scent of done popcorn. I retrieved the popcorn with the tips of my fingers. I placed it briefly on the counter and then offered the heating pad to Count Dracula.

“Take this for me, will you?” I said and he did. I grabbed a glass of juice for me and then the popcorn and chocolate. “Come on. We’re watching a film.”

Count Dracula followed me into the living room. As I settled myself on the sofa, he gave me the heat pad and then occupied himself with analysing my library. Library was a kind word. It would take up the entire wall behind the telly if the fireplace had not been there. I wouldn’t say it was an impressive collection to a connoisseur but it was my collection and I had love for every single book in it, even the ones I didn’t like very much. Count Dracula had his hands laced behind his back and his head tilted as he admired it. I stopped myself from turning the telly on when I heard him whispering the titles to himself.

“Oh, would you look at that ?” He stepped forward and reached for the second to last row of books closest to the ceiling. I usually had to climb on the armchair to reach that far up but all he did was extend his arm up and pluck a book from up there. He turned around, showing me the gold cover with white and red lettering between his hands. “A vampire book?”

Of course he would find that. At least I should be thankful he didn’t find Story of O or Venus in Furs. If he had and then decided to flip through the pages, I would be doomed.

“Be very careful with that,” I warned. “It’s first edition and it was a gift. It’s sort of a classic.”

“Really?” he grinned, tipping his head up to the row from where he retrieved it from. “Are all of those classics?”

“Anne Rice might say so but the rest of the world wouldn’t,” I scoffed. He looked at me. “She thinks very highly of herself.”

“We would probably get along wonderfully,” he smirked. “Perhaps I should pay her a visit to give her real inspiration.”

“She’s an old woman now and would die of excitement if you actually visited her,” I laughed. “There’s a film for this one,” I pointed at the book in his hands. There was gleam in his dark eyes. “Do you want to watch it?”

“You’ve seen it already,” he said as he placed the book on the shelf.

“Yes but I can’t deny myself the irony of watching a vampire film with a real vampire,” I said, grabbing the remote control and turning on the TV. “We’ll watch this one and then you can choose the next one.”

I gazed up at him, waiting for an answer. He traced his tongue inside his lower lip, giving my body all sorts of ideas my brain was not agreeable with. My hand tightened around the remote. Count Dracula took off his blazer and threw it on the armchair beneath the window. I almost asked him if all his shirts were missing buttons because the top ones were undone like the last time I’d seen him but then he started undoing his belt. Popcorn spilled on my lap.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I exclaimed.

“Getting comfortable,” he replied with a frown, like I was ridiculous for asking. He rolled the belt around his fingers and then placed it neatly on top of the fireplace. “Like you are,” he gestured at me.

I was sunken back on the sofa between pillows and cushions, with my feet on the coffee table and popcorn all over my nightie. Technically speaking, I was indeed comfortable, especially because of the heating pad on my lower abdomen relieving menstrual cramps. I was less comfortable with Dracula undressing in front of me while my body was working against me in every way possible.

“Fine,” I said between gritted teeth. My eyes widened as he started moving towards me. “W-wait, no, no, no, you’re sitting over there.”

His smirk widened into a full grin as he sat by my side, letting out an exaggerated breath, he kicked off his shoes and stretched himself in the same position as me.

“What happened to personal space?”

“I thought we’d gone past that already,” he raised his thick eyebrows.

I clenched my jaw. His gaze fell on my neck. All he would need to do was lean to sink his teeth in me, if he wanted. His lips parted and I was reminded of their softness when he had kissed me.

“Stop it,” I all but whispered.

“I’m not doing anything,” he said, eyes fixated on my neck.

“You know exactly what you’re doing.” I started picking off popcorn from my lap, hoping that would show him that he wasn’t affecting me. “Let’s just watch the film.”

I endured his stare as I clicked on the remote to bring up Netflix and started searching the catalogue for Interview with the Vampire. He decided to focus on the telly once Louis started talking to Daniel. As the film went on, he laughed with Lestat and cursed at Louis constantly for his sentiment. More than once, Count Dracula was literally at the edge of his seat. He nodded approvingly at Claudia at times and at Lestat’s flare for the dramatics, making his critiques here and there about how Anne Rice had gotten it right or wrong.

“That’s Haydn,” Dracula said, eyes glued to the screen as a corpse-like Lestat played the piano and Louis and Claudia watched in horror.

“Good ear,” I commented. “Not that I’m an expert but it took me a few google searches to find out where this piece was from.”

“Good appetite,” he countered without looking at me, raising his forefinger.

I paused the film and he turned to me with an indignant look on his face.

“You ate Haydn?”

He grimaced.

“Ate is a poor term.”

“You did!” I accused, mouth falling open. “Who else?”

“I didn’t kill Haydn, that would be outrageous. I would have deprived the world of Mozart and Beethoven. I just stole a few sips to understand his genius. Chopin, however, I did kill. He was a prick, and so was Mozart. Bach, too, was unbearable but I didn’t get the chance to off him,” he shrugged. “Paganini was a riot, though. I tried turning him but he was committed already to a long time friend, you could say.”

I stared at him for a long moment. I didn’t know where to start but him saying that about Paganini, very subtly, confirmed people’s suspicion at the time that the man had made a pact with the Devil to have been that good. Finding myself unable to form another coherent thought faced with that, I simply pressed play again.

The film was doing a fantastic job of keeping the Count’s attention and I started relaxing because I didn’t have to be on guard, even if he was laying by my side. That is, until we reached the scene on a theatre where Armand drinks from a woman on stage in front of unsuspecting humans. My heart had begun hammering inside my chest as soon as Louis and Claudia stepped inside the theatre because I knew what was coming.

Though I kept my eyes on the screen, I was suddenly hyper aware of how close I was to Count Dracula. An entire side of my body touched his, down to where my leg ended. Had I grown that comfortable and not noticed it? Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Count Dracula swiveling his head to stare at me.

“You’re missing the film,” I told him, jamming popcorn in my mouth to keep myself busy.

“Your pulse is more interesting right now,” his words tickled my shoulder.

I snuck a glance at him. His eyes were still bottomless pools of black. The heat in his eyes was just as worrying if his eyes had been red.

“Don’t,” I warned.

The human girl was on stage now, screaming and begging for mercy. Soft, cold lips touched my shoulder and I swallowed dryly. Another kiss marked his path up. I forgot how to move, caught in the rapture of his touch. I could have at least this. Nevermind that I was being touched by the man who meant to steal my life. My chest heaved as his kisses became sloppier, less sweet. My entire body shuddered in anticipation as a kiss landed on the curve of my neck.

“I--”

A hand delved into my hair with a demanding tug and I shut up. The popcorn bag crumpled between my hands. Armand was on stage with the woman, hugging her and providing comfort before her death.

“Say it,” his lips brushed my ear.

“I won’t.”

His lips brushed my scar and I released a shaky breath. His mouth descended on my neck and a cry tore out of me upon feeling him sucking on my skin. Another hand laid on my chest, creeping slowly towards the shoulder strap of my nightie. I closed my eyes, letting myself be consumed by pleasure and forgetting every reason why we shouldn’t do this.

“Be mine,” his words were muffled as he continued his assault on my neck.

Sharp teeth grazed my skin.

This couldn’t happen, not if I wanted to live. The minute he bit me he would know about my plan. I had to summon every ounce of control on my body to resist the sensuous ripple of pleasure coursing my body. I dodged his hands and shot up to my feet. Dracula caught himself on his elbow before he fell between the cushions. His eyes were still every bit as dark as before but his mass of hair was tousled, as mine probably was.

“I think--” I took a breath. “I think you should leave.”

He sat up and I noticed that another button on his shirt had come undone, revealing more of his chest than I had seen before. I didn’t dare look any lower. I almost cried in frustration. My body demanded him despite the fact that giving myself to him meant danger.

“I want to finish watching the film,” he said, gazing up at me as he buttoned his shirt again.

“I’m sure you’ve got Netflix at your place.”

“I do but I don’t have the pleasure of your company there.”

“Dracula--”

“I’ll behave if you do,” he put his legs on the coffee table again but I didn’t fall for it. No way I was looking below his waistline. “ Promise .”

Would I make it if I ran upstairs to my room? But what use would it be if he could simply climb through my window? I wasn’t ten years old anymore to run away from my fears, hoping they would disappear if I didn’t acknowledge them. Then again, Dracula wasn’t the monster under my bed. He was more likely to be the one on top of it. Jesus, focus! Mind over matter, come on. Up until that point he was being good company. If he was toying with my self control or not, I wasn’t sure. Besides, I couldn’t push the man away any time he made me nervous. I needed to lead him on until Zoe and I found a breach.

“I’ll hold you to that promise. You stay there,” I pointed a finger at him. “I’ll sit over there.”

Grabbing the remote and the bar of chocolate, I tiptoed my way between the remains of my popcorn and curled myself up on the armchair. I started unpacking the chocolate, doing my best to keep my eyes on the telly. Louis and Claudia were now below the theatre, in Armand’s chambers.

Feeling the Count’s gaze on me, I said, “Are you watching the bloody film or not? Because I think I would rather watch something else now.”

After I started chomping at the chocolate bar like there was no tomorrow, Dracula paid attention to the telly. I managed to breathe normally again once he seemed to be engrossed by the film and made conversation about what was going on, like we had been doing before. He celebrated Louis’ revenge by clapping at him and I laughed at the joy on his face as Lestat popped up from the backseat of Daniel’s car and bit him. I mouthed the words to Sympathy for the Devil as the credits rolled and Dracula stayed with his eyes glued to the screen.

“I must talk to this Anne Rice woman,” he muttered.

I chuckled.

“Leave her alone. She hasn’t completed the series yet and I need to know how much dumber Lestat can get in the next book.”

“He’s not dumb,” Dracula said, frowning at me.

I chuckled again. God, he’d grown attached to him.

“You haven’t read the books yet. You might loathe him as much as you did Louis if you read them.”

He groaned.

“Let’s watch another one.”

“Another vampire film?”

“Yes.”

“Narcissist,” I accused and he smiled.

After searching through the Netflix catalogue, I found a vampire film that didn’t seem so ridiculous called Byzantium. It seemed like a better alternative than Lost Boys or Fright Night. I could just imagine his outrage at Twilight so I spared him of that, too. Twenty minutes later, however, Dracula was rolling his eyes at the TV and asking for the remote. He chose Silence of the Lambs and I thanked the heavens for it. I wouldn’t be able to sit through another sexy movie with him.

“He’s a great actor,” I commented as Dr Lecter and Clarice talked through the glass prison.

“How many times have you watched it? You quoted that to me before, word for word of what he just said.”

I shrugged.

“An unhealthy amount of times,” I admitted. He looked at me. “It won four Oscars, c’mon. It’s fantastic.”

I refused to tell him the reason I loved it so much was because of Hannibal Lecter. The Oscars excuse was better. We didn’t say much after that, that’s how fascinated Dracula was. Afterwards, he chose Crimson Peak, at last, one I hadn’t seen. Resting my head on the armchair and using Dracula’s blazer as a blanket, I closed my eyes for a brief moment when Edith met Thomas.

Sleep’s warm embrace had me floating and I sighed happily. Something hard and cold pressed at my cheek, making my eyes flutter open. Dracula’s face hovered above mine. I wasn’t floating, if his arms around me and his hard chest on my cheek meant anything. My heart hurt like someone had squeezed it.

“I’m just putting you to bed,” he said in a low voice, sparing me a glance.

I was too tired to argue with him and simply rested my head on his chest again.

“You’re cold,” I complained, holding onto his blazer.

“I’m sorry.”

The harsh lights of the telly made me squint at it with drowsy eyes. Rachel Weisz was on the screen now and I frowned, trying to remember if she appeared in Crimson Peak. Had he started another movie?

“Did the sleep- huh.” I furrowed my brows and tried again, “did I the movie- no,” I sighed.

Hearing his laugh inside his chest made me smile sleepily.

“You slept little more than 2 hours,” he replied, maneuvering me out of the living room.

“You understood,” a yawn, “what I said,” I giggled and patted his chest. “Well done.”

He flashed me an amused smile before looking ahead again. I wrapped my arms around him when he started going up the stairs, afraid that I would fall. I tried listening to his heartbeat - something I enjoyed doing to people whenever I had chance - but there was no sound coming from his chest. Oddly, that was just as comforting as not hearing soft thump-thumps. But maybe that was just my sleep-addled brain.

“Tell me what happens in Croms- ah, whatever, in the film.” I frowned, mad at how stupid I sounded when I was sleepy.

He laughed again.

“A lot.”

I rolled my eyes before surrendering to my heavy eyelids and closing them.

“Be nice, tell me,” I mumbled.

“I thought you didn’t want me to be nice.”

“Right now, I do.”

He started telling me but the rumble of his voice coming from inside his chest, so close to my ear, made me drift back to sleep again. I woke up when he was laying me down on my bed. The bedside lamp made me squint. He set me in the very middle of the bed and perched next to me. I rolled on my side to face him and fluffed the pillow below my head, hiding my face from the light.

“So Edith and Thomas got married, huh?” I asked.

“You got nothing of what I just told you.”

“Not a word." I shook my head lightly.

He pushed back a lock of hair that had fallen on my face and his fingers hovered over me for a moment before caressing my temple.

“You were married,” I blurted. He dropped his hand and frowned. “When you were human. Weren’t you?”

“What does it matter?” He went to get up but I grabbed his wrist.

He glared at my hand.

“It was just a question,” I told him. “Don’t be mad. We bicker all the time, already.” I raised my eyebrows at him. His gaze fell on mine, indecipherable. “We don’t have to talk about her. Forget I said it.”

For a second I thought he would storm off. Dracula looked out the window, staring into the night. I waited for him to say something, waited until sleep started creeping again. My fingers slid down his wrist, resting on the back of his hand.

“She was nothing like you.”

My eyes fluttered open. He was still staring into the dark. I had to choose my words carefully if I wanted him to keep talking.

“How was she like?”

“Fragile and fearful of… everything. Deeply religious and foolish, at times. She smiled whenever she looked at me, even when I had done horrible things. In her mind, all that I did was in the name of God. There was this one time when I came from battle and I had blood on my face and armour-" he stopped, shoulders sloping and then stiffening "-she kissed me.”

“She wasn’t that fragile, then.”

He scoffed.

“I suppose not,” he conceded.

“Did you love her?”

“More than I thought I was capable.”

I had a feeling I knew the answer to my next question but asked it anyway.

“What happened to her?”

Finally, he turned his head to look at me. For the first time I saw a semblance of real emotion in his eyes and it broke my heart.

“I happened to her.”

I furrowed my eyebrows and took a breath to ask more but he stood up, his hand grazing mine briefly. I watched as he closed the curtains and then picked up the duvet at the bottom of my bed, unfurling it on top of me. I retrieved his blazer from beneath the covers and handed it to him. When he met my eyes again, his expression was devoid of all emotion. His hand reached behind me and turned off the bedside lamp, plunging us into darkness. I couldn’t make out his face anymore.

“Thank you for keeping your promise,” I whispered but I wasn’t sure if he was still in the room to hear me..

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Group: SuperM / NCT Pairing: Lucas (Wong Yukhei) / Female Reader Words: 6,637 Tags: college!au, party time, drinking games, alcohol use, dirty talk, handjob, clitoral stimulation, vaginal sex, pet names Summary: You’re invited to a party by your best friend, Ten, at his apartment. When you get there, you discover the only people who showed up are some of his guy friends (the members of SuperM) and his roommate, Lucas; the one you’d been harboring some strong feelings for ever since he moved in. A night full of drinking games leads to you sneaking into Lucas’ room when everyone else is asleep, all thanks to liquid courage. A/N: I’ve been writing this freaking fic for months. There will eventually be a sequel, but it will not be featuring Lucas/Reader as the center point! I had a lot of fun writing the game section because it really showcased their personalities. Sometimes you just need to write silly filler. Anyway, I really hope y’all enjoy this! :D

“When are you getting back in town again?” Ten asked through the phone screen. He was sitting on his couch, eating lunch while video calling you. His phone was propped up on something, allowing him full use of his hands to enjoy the meal.

You were lying on your childhood bed, having visited your parents for a few days. You weren’t particularly concerned with the camera angle; it was just your best friend. “Tomorrow afternoon. I have Sunday off before I go back to work on Monday.”

“Hey, that’s perfect!” A new voice said just as someone popped their head into the frame. Ten’s roommate, Lucas, was all smiles when he laid eyes on you. “We’re having a party tomorrow night. You should come!”

At the sight of Lucas, you immediately sat up in bed and readjusted the phone to look your best.

Ten noticed, but nudged Lucas away to say, “Oh yeah, we’re having a party tomorrow night. You should come.” His monotonous voice lacked enthusiasm since his roommate spoiled the news.

“That sounds like fun,” you exclaimed, already looking forward to it.

Your friend swallowed a bite of food when a sly darkness came to his gaze. “By the way, you look great. Doesn’t she look great, Lucas?”

You narrowed your eyes on Ten, knowing what he was getting at, but only smiled as Lucas sat down beside him with his own plate of food.

“She always looks great,” the younger replied, shit-eating grin and all as he swept some of his hair out of his face. Then, he wasted no more time to dig into his lunch.

Ten wiggled his eyebrows at you, which only made you even more flustered.

“I gotta go, my mom’s calling for me,” you fibbed to get out of the conversation.

That made Ten suspicious. “I didn’t hear her--”

“See you tomorrow! Bye!”

“Hey, wai-”

You quickly ended the call before tossing your phone away and burying your face in a pillow. That little shit, you thought spitefully about your friend. He knew you carried a torch for Lucas, and never let the chance pass to tease you about it. Lucas was six feet of charming, goofy, raw charisma. He was undeniably handsome, and his smile was to die for. You were in deep, deeper than you ever let Ten know, though he probably figured that out for himself.

However, you couldn’t confront those feelings. What if you did pursue Lucas? What if things didn’t work out, and the awkwardness forced him to move? And then, Ten would have to go through the trouble of finding another roommate. You didn’t want to cause such a fuss. You could keep it in your pants if it meant helping them live in harmony.

Your phone jingled to alert you had received a new text.

Ten: Coward.

If only they could make it that easy on you.

•••••

You traveled home safely from your parents’, and immediately started getting ready for the party. You weren’t sure exactly what kind of party this was, so you opted with a smokey eye and rosy lip look while your clothes were trendy, yet casual enough to be comfortable in. The desire to impress Lucas lingered in the back of your mind...well, more like hovered over your back like a vengeful spirit ready to devour its next soul.

Okay, maybe that was a little dark, but it really was an ominous feeling, damn it!

All you wanted was to have a good time tonight, and if that good time included Lucas’ company, then everything would be perfect.

You made your way to Ten’s apartment around 8 o’clock that evening. You stood outside the door for a solid fifteen seconds, preparing yourself for knocking. Usually, you’d be inclined to stroll in without delay, but for some reason your anxiety was getting the better of you. This was just another party to hang out with some friends...and Lucas...Nothing to get so worked up about.

Knock, knock, knock.

You heard some footsteps approaching before the door swung open and Ten greeted you with a bright smile.

“Hey!” He said, giving you a hug before ushering you in.

“Hi!” You returned, immediately looking around the room. Your face fell a bit.

Sitting in the living room was a group of six other men. You knew all of them, though a couple you considered acquaintances. Mark and Taeyong were friends of Lucas’ you’d only met once before, while Baekhyun, Taemin and Jongin were the ones you saw on a regular basis with Ten.

You figured it must still be early. “Who else is coming?” You asked as you started to unzip your jacket.

“This is it,” Ten announced, motioning to the others.

You paused mid-zip. “Wait, wait, wait. I thought this was a party, not just some night for drinking with your boys.”

“Some people cancelled last minute, so it’s just us! And you! Yayyy,” he responded, sarcasm dripping from his words.

You sighed, feeling a little put-off by being the only girl in a group full of guys, but whatever, you’d roll with it. You finished taking your jacket off, along with your shoes while you were at it.

“Before you start mingling,” Ten began, stepping between you and your line of sight to the living room, “I’m going to take this as an opportunity to let you know something that I found out.” The sudden sinister smile on his lips made your skin crawl. It had to be something interesting for him to make that face.

“Spill,” you demanded.

Ten lowered his voice. “Lucas told Baekhyun who told me that Lucas wants you.”

You raised a brow. “‘Wants me’?”

“Yeah,” he continued, “and he says he loves your smile and you’ve got a nice ass.”

Peeking over Ten’s shoulder, you nearly stared holes into the back of Lucas’ head as he sat on the couch. “And?” You asked to see if there was more while returning your gaze to your best friend.

“Oh, and he thinks you need a man who knows how to dick you down.”

Your mouth dropped.

Ten giggled. “Okay, I added that last part in.”

You rolled your eyes and shoved him playfully. You were still wrapping your mind around this. “Why would Lucas tell Baekhyun that? He literally has the biggest mouth--”

“--Because, unlike us, Lucas doesn’t know better not to tell Baekhyun anything like that,” Ten cut in.

You glanced down at your fidgeting fingers. This felt kind of unreal. You choked back your hesitation to ask, “Does he really want me?”

Ten blinked. “Are you serious? That boy has been fawning over you since Day One.”

Shaking out the anxious energy from your hands, you took a deep breath and primped your hair a bit. If this was true, you had to make sure. Tonight.

You heard Lucas’ voice from behind Ten as he loudly said your name. “You made it!” He exclaimed, bringing you into a warm hug.

You breathed in his cologne and never wanted the hug to end. When he pulled away, much to your internal disdain, you smiled up at him. “Hey, Lucas,” you said before waving at everyone who was now staring at you from across the room. “Hey, guys!”

They all said their hellos as you walked into the living room with Lucas and Ten close behind you.

“Can I make you a drink?” Taemin offered, going to stand from the couch.

“She can do it her damn self,” Ten quipped as he took a seat on the floor by the coffee table.

You started poking his side with your toes, knowing it was going to bug him.

He swatted at your foot, but you moved too quickly for him to touch you. You stuck your tongue out at him.

“C’mon, I’ll make it for you,” Lucas said with a laugh. He placed one of his large hands on the small of your back and guided you towards the kitchen.

You ignored the silence that followed as everyone watched the two of you leave, but you were relieved when Ten started up the conversation with, “Which one of these drinks was mine again?”

“You should’ve gotten a Sharpie so we could write our names on the cups…” Jongin stated.

“That would have required thinking ahead,” Baekhyun teased, sipping at his own drink.

Mark chimed in, “You really don’t have a Sharpie? Anywhere?”

Ten sent a glare around the room. “Fresh out.”

Their discussion faded as your focus was overwhelmed with Lucas’ presence.

“Whatcha got a taste for?” He asked, motioning to the plethora of alcohol and mixers scattered across the kitchen counter.

You couldn’t really say ‘your dick’ without dying of shame, so instead you went for, “A shot of tequila.”

Lucas smirked and reached for a shot glass from one of the cabinets. “Anything else?” He questioned as he poured your shot.

You snatched it off the counter and tilted your head back, downing it. You hissed a bit before setting the glass down. If you got some alcohol in your system quickly, you would surely loosen up and relax more. That was your logic. Your eyes flickered to his as a flirtatious smile played on your lips. “Another shot of tequila?”

The low chuckle that came from his direction traveled straight to your core. “Don’t go too hard yet, we’ve still got games to play,” he informed you while pouring your second shot.

You tossed the tequila back once more. “But I like to go hard,” you couldn’t stop yourself from saying.

A look of surprise crossed his face, but you quickly turned away to mix yourself a cocktail. You cursed your dirty mind. Maybe he didn’t catch the innuendo in your words…

After you stirred your drink, you let Lucas--who was now awfully quiet--lead you back out into the living room.

Taeyong stood from the couch and offered you the seat. “The lady shouldn’t sit on the floor,” he declared, sitting down beside Mark.

Your cheeks flushed, and you wondered if it was from the gentlemanly act or the tequila.

Probably both.

You thanked Taeyong and sat between Baekhyun and Taemin. Lucas wheeled in the computer chair from his bedroom, while the others remained on the floor.

Ten clapped his hands together and rubbed his palms against each other. “Since this is it, how about we start a game?” He suggested.

“What game?” A few questioned simultaneously.

“I thought we could start with a game called ‘Most Likely,’” he continued. “Basically, we’ll go around in a circle. Each person thinks of a question to ask everyone in the room, like, who is ‘Most Likely to fall asleep first at a sleepover?’ Or ‘Most Likely to lose their phone while it’s on silent?’ Silly questions, dirty questions, all are welcome. Then, everyone points to the person they think are Most Likely to do so. Whoever has the most fingers pointed at them has to drink!”

“That sounds like fun!” Mark gabbed.

“Then, I’ll start!” Ten announced. “Everyone got their drinks? Yeah? Okay! Who is Most Likely to feel comfortable walking around naked?”

Baekhyun started to laugh. “Oh, we’re starting out dirty right from the get-go, huh?” When everyone’s fingers pointed in his direction, his smile faltered and he pouted. “Hey! Are you guys ganging up on me?”

“Are you really going to sit there and act like you don’t?” Jongin said in disbelief.

“W-Well, no, but--”

“THEN DRINK!” Ten and Taemin demanded.

Baekhyun begrudgingly took the first sip of the game before boasting, “Me next!” He tapped his chin in thought before asking, “Who’s Most Likely to eat an entire pizza in one sitting?”

Fingers gravitated to Lucas.

Without even arguing, Lucas raised his cup to his lips.

The next few questions went by with brief discussions.

You asked, “Most Likely to get a million followers on a social media platform?” Unanimously decided that would be Taemin.

Taemin asked, “Most Likely to become an evil mastermind and plan to take over the world?” Well, that was right up Ten’s alley, though it was agreed you’d be his minion.

Taeyong asked, “Most Likely to forget something at the grocery store if they don’t have a list?” He shot a playful glare at Mark, to which the younger apologized to his own roommate ‘for the thousandth time.’

Mark asked, “Most Likely to become a supermodel?” One would think it went to Lucas since he was so tall, but everyone agreed there was something about Jongin that would draw the eye in that sort of situation.

Jongin stared into his drink for a few seconds as he thought. “Most Likely to abandon their room because of a spider?” A smile crept to his lips as all the fingers pointed to you.

You narrowed your eyes on each person before defending, “Okay, first of all, when it’s a big spider and it disappears from my sight, of course I’m going to get the fuck out of that room!”

Baekhyun snorted. “Until someone else comes and finds it and kills it for you.”

“Remember that time you slept in your living room for five days because you couldn’t find that one spider?” Ten brought to your attention.

You glared at your best friend. “Go to hell.”

“We’ll ride down together, my little minion,” he cackled. “Now drink.”

You took a big gulp from your cup.

The game continued. Lucas asked, “Most Likely to spend an entire day playing video games?”

The vote had barely even come down to Baekhyun before he raised his hand. “I’ll take that crown, thank you!” He beamed, taking a drink.

You giggled. This was actually pretty fun.

“Okay, we’re back to me,” Ten announced, carefully picking out his next question. “Most Likely to become an escort?” He wiggled his eyebrows towards Taemin, obviously thinking everyone would choose him.

Ten didn’t expect the fingers around the room to point at him again. After more thought…they were probably right. "Okay, yeah, I can see that,” he started, “but listen, I have very expensive tastes. I just need a sugar daddy instead."

Laughs filled the room, but then Taemin chimed in, "You say that, but..." He glanced at Taeyong, who'd yet to have been picked for a question. "Who's most likely to be a sugar baby?"

Most fingers were directed at Taeyong.

Ten, who was pointing at himself, pouted, but ended up nodding in agreement. "Yeah. Yeah, I can see that."

Taeyong’s face flushed. “But why me?!”

Leaning over from his seat, Taemin jokingly grabbed Taeyong’s chin and squeezed his cheeks together. “You’re sweet, and who wouldn’t give money to that face?” He mocked, though laughed loudly as Taeyong slapped at his hand.

“Are you trying to say that I would take money from some old dude just because I’m cute?” Taeyong’s cheeks were blood red at this point. His flustered gaze was on the ground. You noticed that Ten couldn’t take his eyes off of him.

Baekhyun crossed one leg over the other, smirking over at the embarrassed man. “Who said it had to be an old dude? There are lots of women out there who’d love to have you around.”

You kept your gaze on Ten, picking up on the subtle twitch of his eyebrow when Baekhyun spoke about a woman getting Taeyong’s attention. Oh, so I’m not the only one with the hots for someone… You thought, stifling a giggle.

“You’d be crazy not to,” Ten butted in, finally tearing his eyes away from Taeyong. You knew your best friend, and you knew he wasn’t always one to act on his feelings unless he was sure of the other party’s attraction to him as well. He swirled his drink around in his cup. “Free money? Hell yeah.”

Taeyong finally sent a glance at your friend, a distant look of hurt in his gaze. “Nothing’s ‘free’, Ten.”

Ten couldn’t stop himself from poking a bit more fun. “Okay, so you’ll have to do a bit of literal ass kissing, but you’ll be living comfortably,” he said with a laugh.

You exchanged awkward glances with Lucas, and you immediately knew he caught on to Ten’s feelings as well. It may not have been obvious to anyone else, but you two were the ones he was closest with.

You brought your arm down in front of you, as if cutting the tension with a knife. “All right, all right, next question…”

A few more rounds went by before it came to Mark again. Like his roommate, Mark’s cheeks were also flushed, but you realized he was a bit drunker than the others in the room. His drink was almost gone, and if you remembered correctly, Lucas may have mentioned at some point that his friend was a lightweight. “Most Likely to pierce their dick?” Mark almost slurred.

Lucas motioned to you. “That’s not fair, she can’t answer that!”

Mark rolled his eyes. “Fine, pierce their ‘genitals’?”

“That just sounds even dirtier,” Jongin murmured.

Ten chuckled, “The dirtier the better, in my opinion, but it sounds like Mark’s the one who’s interested in it.”

“I never took Mark as being that kinky,” Baekhyun snickered.

Mark gasped and shook his head vigorously. He immediately regretted that. He lifted his hands to his temples, trying to massage the headache and nausea away.

“What the hell is he drinking?” You inquired, curious to what had him so messed up this early in the night. You looked around at the others, but froze when you realized Lucas was staring at you. When he quickly averted his eyes, you felt a flutter in your stomach.

Taemin snorted at your question. “I made him a drink; it must’ve been too strong for him.”

If Mark’s concoction from Taemin was that strong, now you were grateful that you made your own drink.

“Are you still okay to play?” Lucas asked Mark.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” the younger insisted.

“Then, let’s keep going,” Ten declared.

It was Jongin’s turn. “Most Likely…” He pondered for a few seconds. “Most Likely to have sex in public?”

Even Taemin pointed at himself. “What can I say, I like the thrill?” He rubbed the back of his neck innocently.

When the time came for Lucas’ next question, he leaned his elbows on his knees and looked around at the people in the room. “Who is Most Likely to be a pornstar?” His low voice sent tingles to your fingertips.

Such a dirty question from the man you liked so much. That was all it took for your mind to drift off at the thought of Lucas being a pornstar. You imagined him slowly taking off his clothes, and giving you ‘come hither’ eyes. He was so tall, you were sure he had to be packing. His hands would travel down his chest, his solid abdomen, eventually reaching the waistline of his underwear. The ‘V’ line of his hip bones trailing under the fabric.

“Hello? Earth to--”

You snapped out of your trance and realized everyone was waiting for your answer. You cleared your throat and absently voted for Taemin like everyone else.

“I’m the answer to all of these. Why am I the pervy one?” He puffed his cheeks out.

“Well, if the cock ring fits…” Baekhyun joked, making everyone start laughing.

Taemin reached over you to slap Baekhyun’s arm, but you ended up tickling him under his own arm. With a gasp, he sat back and gawked at you. “Excuse me, I’m sensitive!”

“Yeah, sure,” you giggled. Your eyes flickered over to Lucas.

He was watching you again, and you couldn’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy coming from his direction.

After a few seconds, you finally looked over to Ten to see him giving you a suggestive smile. You immediately cursed his existence as he asked the next question.

“Most Likely to sleep with a friend’s friend?”

Fingers from around the room, including your own, pointed to Ten, yet his and Baekhyun’s were pointing to someone else.

Lucas.

Mark burst into laughter. “Lucas?! Yeah, right! This goody two-shoes?!”

Lucas’ face turned red all the way to his ears. “Shut up, Mark. Taeyong, take his drink--”

“NO!” Mark shouted, suddenly downing the rest of the alcohol in his cup.

A moment of chaos broke out as Taeyong and Lucas leapt to get the cup, but it was too late, and everyone else was laughing hysterically.

Meanwhile, your eyes briefly met Ten’s. You glanced to Taeyong, back to Ten, and gave him a knowing smile. “Lucas isn’t the only one most likely, huh?” You whispered. That seemed to shut him up for a moment before you stood and went into the kitchen. Taking a deep breath away from everyone else, you were trying to keep your cool. The way Lucas reacted to that last question, the way he’d been staring at you all night, the way he gently touched your back earlier; Ten was right, Lucas liked you way more than you wanted to acknowledge.

You were ready to give in.

After refilling your drink, you returned to the living room.

Ten beamed at you. “She’s back! Let’s play another game! It’s called ‘Flip Cup’--” He paused, looking at the youngest in the room. “Mark should probably sit this one out, though…”

•••••

3 A.M.

The party had settled about an hour before. The guys were too drunk to go home, so Ten and Lucas helped set them up to sleep in the living room while you changed into the spare set of pajamas you left over here for situations like this. It was also obvious that you were going to stay in Ten’s room.

“I can sleep on the floor,” you had told him after he suggested sharing the bed. It wouldn’t have been the first time.

“...Are you sure?” Ten asked, purely confused.

You nodded, taking a pillow from the bed. You had a plan, and you were just drunk enough to have the confidence to do it.

Luckily, you were too wired to accidentally fall asleep, so you laid on the floor, staring at the ceiling for a while until you were sure Ten was passed out. When you finally built up the courage to get out of your makeshift bed, you carefully stepped over to the door and opened it. Turning your head, you took one final glimpse at your best friend, who was sound asleep, before closing the door. You could hear soft snores coming from the living room as you crossed the hall to Lucas’ room. You stared at the doorknob for a long while.

You had to get out of your head if you were going to do this.

Just fucking do it, you snapped at yourself. Grasping the handle, you twisted the knob and peeked your head into the room.

Lucas was curled up in his blankets, his head tilted to the side where you couldn’t see.

Ever-so slowly, you entered the room and locked the door behind you. It was now or never. Creeping over to his bedside, you lifted the covers and crawled into the bed. You waited a few seconds to see if Lucas would stir, but his steady breathing reassured you that he was fast asleep.

How did you want to do this? His body heat radiated under the blankets and you wanted nothing more than to cuddle up to him. Scooting over, you snuggled into his side and let your hand flitter down his bare abdomen to find solace between his legs. You praised his creator, who blessed him so, while you massaged his length through the sweatpants he wore. It soon twitched to life.

Lucas let out a soft grunt before stirring from his drunken slumber. He slowly turned to look at whoever was touching him, squinting through the darkness to lay eyes on you. You could see the confusion pass through his expression, as if he were wondering if this was some alcohol-induced wet dream.

You flashed him a sweet smile, resting your chin on his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” He quietly croaked, his voice pitchy before he tried to clear the grogginess.

You kept your voice down to tell him, “Ten said Baekhyun said you wanted me. Well, here I am.” You squeezed on his hardening cock, palming it a bit more firmly.

Lucas leaned his head back, sighing with pleasure. He didn’t know whether to curse or praise Baekhyun’s big mouth. A soft groan left him, his hips lifting to meet your hand.

You swallowed hard. There was something about the sounds he was making and the way he was moving that made you want to wreck him. “What exactly was it you wanted from me, baby boy?” You asked, gripping even harder onto him.

Your pet name sent a chill through his body. When he realized just how strong your grip was on his aching cock, trapped inside his sweatpants, Lucas knew you wouldn’t let him beat around the bush. “Everything,” he answered.

You raised a brow. “That’s awfully greedy, and very vague. C’mon, baby, tell me what you want from me?”

Lucas met your sultry gaze through the darkness. “You. I just want all of you,” he replied earnestly. “Since the moment I laid eyes on you.”

Your face felt hot as your hand faltered briefly. “And you’ve kept that a secret? For months?!”

His hips moved to get some kind of friction on his length from your hand. He took a deep breath and nodded. “I thought it was obvious!” He defended before you shushed him.

“You need to be quiet. Everyone’s asleep,” you told him. Pulling the blankets back, you maneuvered yourself to straddle his waist and stared down at him while grinding down on his groin. “I want everything from you, too, Lucas...Let’s make up for lost time.” Your voice was soft, but your words were so sincere that you felt him twitching under you in response to hearing them.

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted you to say that,” he growled, sitting up to grab the back of your neck. He guided your lips to his and thrust his tongue into your mouth.

You whimpered, taking in every taste of toothpaste and lingering alcohol. You scratched your nails down his chest before playing with the hem of his sweatpants.

“Wait--” Lucas breathed, breaking apart from the kiss. He pulled your shirt up and over your head, tossing it aside as he moved to kiss what skin was revealed of your breasts. His fingertips grazed around your waist and up your back, his touch hot and needy to get you naked as well. He managed to unclip your bra and bit down on the delicate flesh just above one of your nipples while he slipped it off.

Gasping at the sensation, your head fell back while your hips rotated down onto him. “I need you...” The whine slipped from your lips with a desperate yearning. Just hearing your words made him moan out in response, making your hand quickly cover his mouth. You hardly meant the words you were about to say, but you wanted to see his reaction. “We can’t do this if you’re going to be loud. Maybe I should go--”

The panic in his eyes almost made your heart burst with affection. He didn’t have a right to be this cute. “Stay! Stay!” He whispered against your hand. As he pressed his chest against yours, he nudged your hand away to fiercely capture your lips. You could feel in the way he held you, his nails now dragging down into the flesh of your back; he wasn’t going to let you go. You were hopelessly lost in his kiss.

As his fingers traveled lower behind you, they reached your pajama pants and dipped under the fabric to find you weren’t wearing anything underneath. Lucas’ hand slipped even further down to delve its fingers between your sopping wet folds. He let out a heavy breath against the kiss, dipping a tentative finger into your pussy.

Your eyes widened and you shuddered, your breathing just as feverish as you rotated your hips into his touch. His finger swirled around in your juices, and it was muddling your mind. You came into this wanting to wreck him, and suddenly it was very much turning the other way. You pressed your hands on his shoulders, pushing him down onto the bed and breaking from his kiss.

Lucas stared up at you with those bright, puppy-dog eyes. “What’s wrong?” He was nearly breathless.

That made you smile. “I just need more than your finger,” you admitted, helping him rid his sweatpants. When you were perched atop his naked body, you finally saw what you were getting yourself into. Well--more like what was going to get into you. Your mouth fell open a bit, but you quickly shook off your initial shock. Feeling it through pants and seeing it in all its glory were a bit different.

He tried to hold back a smirk, but the way you were looking at him only boosted his ego. He said your name, which snapped you out of your daze. “Is everything okay?” The mock in his voice only irked you.

You nodded, trying to ignore that smug little way he smiled up at you. Licking your lips, you started rubbing your warmth against his cock. As it grazed your clit, you lifted a hand to your mouth to keep back any noise. That felt really good. You grinded down even harder, bringing sighs of ecstasy from both of your mouths. Your hips had built up to a pace that eventually made Lucas growl and flip you over onto your back.

“No more teasing,” he declared, his cock prodding at your entrance. “I can’t take it anymore.”

“Then fuck me, baby boy,” you hissed as you parted your legs even more for him.

Lucas brought you into another kiss to stifle both of your moans as he finally guided his cock into you. It was a tight squeeze, taking a half-dozen minimal thrusts until he had sheathed most of himself inside. Your walls clenched down around him, and it was like he was in heaven on earth. He swallowed every sound that threatened to escape your mouth.

Your legs wrapped around his waist as you clung to his broad frame. When he withdrew his length and gave you his first full thrust, you quickly realized that staying quiet was going to be a real problem.

That thought also occurred to Lucas. He, however, had no intention of holding back anymore. Parting from your lips, Lucas gazed down to see a hopeless look in your expression and smiled. “Mm, you feel so good, sweetheart,” he purred, building up a strong rock of his hips.

You gasped and bit your bottom lip. Your eyes were glued to his. The more he thrust, the harder it became to stay sane. Clapping a hand over your mouth, you panted into your palm.

It was easy to hear the ragged way you were trying to keep some control over your sounds. You were so adorable. He had wanted this for months, and now that you were finally here with him, his bed wasn’t so lonely anymore. He prayed you were enjoying yourself as much as he was. “Is it good for you?” He murmured, nipping a kiss on your forehead.

“Yes,” you rushed under your breath, “yes, yes, yes!” Your hands wove themselves into his hair and attempted to yank him back down to kiss again.

Lucas lowered his head a few inches, just enough to graze your lips before he lifted it again. He waited for a whine of objection before he grinned at you. He sat backward on his haunches and steadily gripped your waist. He wet his lips as he studied the way your bodies met through the shadows. “You’re so fucking beautiful, you know?” He said, not much caring for the volume of his voice. “I can’t get enough…” He leisurely drew his hips back, watching every inch of his dick as it pulled out to its head. He paused just a moment before sliding in as much as he could possibly fit inside you.

You nearly choked on air as he touched you so deeply. Your hands scrambled to grab onto his wrists, as if gripping onto them would get you some semblance of control over the situation, but no. Lucas was in control now.

The seductive smile that met you through the darkness of the room made it quite clear of that.

When you felt him start to work his hips in such a way that was making the head of his cock touch your sweet spot with every caress, you were frantic. You couldn’t hold back the moan that slipped into the air, and you knew the thin walls of the apartment would do nothing to shroud it.

His eyes danced. “Do you like that spot?” He asked with fascination. Giving his next thrust a bit more gusto, you groaned loudly before you could catch yourself. It finally occurred to you what he was doing.

Lucas seemed to have a determination to make you wake the whole freaking apartment.

Not him.

You.

If there was one thing Lucas should know about you by now, though, it was that you were stubborn. You glared at him. “You’re doing this on purpose!” You half-heartedly spat.

His thrusts halted again. “Doing what?” He asked obliviously.

“Trying to wake everyone up!”

He snorted. “Need I be the one to remind you again that YOU woke ME up?!”

You rolled your eyes. “I thought it would be kinky, but you’re just trying to make it awkward for everyone else!”

Running his tongue over his teeth, Lucas let those words hover between you before he abruptly pulled out of you.

Honestly, he could have leaned down, captured your lips again, and kept at it that way, but he came up with a different plan. You wanted kinky, after all… “Fine. You want to stay quiet?” You were in utter confusion before you felt his large hands flip you over onto your stomach. He roughly grabbed your hips and lifted your ass. “Bite the sheets,” he snipped, thrusting back into you with reckless abandon.

Doing what you were told, you clamped your eyes shut and gritted the sheets between your teeth as you struggled to remain silent. Lucas kept up the relentless pace for a few minutes until you heard him curse softly and his hips stutter.

You hadn’t quite built up to your peak yet, so the reality of Lucas meeting his end made your stomach drop.

Until you felt him grip onto your waist even harder and quickly pick the tempo up again.

You were shocked. “D-Didn’t you just come?” You asked over your shoulder.

Lucas wiped some sweat from his forehead. “Yeah, but fuck, you feel so good. I can’t stop,” he grunted, slamming into you. “You said you like it hard, right?”

His stab at what you said earlier in the night had you whimpering, “So hard! God, yes, fuck me hard!”

“Shut up, or else you’ll wake everyone up!” He put pressure on your back and pinned you to the bed. “Unless you want everyone to hear you panting like a bitch in heat over my cock…”

Your jaw fell open as you tried to quickly turn and snap at him, but Lucas had a hand over your mouth before you could say a word.

He leaned over your body to growl into your ear, “Tell me I’m wrong.” He drove his cock as deeply as possible into your clenching cunt. “Tell me you aren’t a writhing mess from me fucking you.” He didn’t give you a chance to answer before he pinched your nose. He continued bucking into you as he cut off your access to oxygen.

Digging your fingers into the sheets below you, it was a frantic attempt to stay conscious as your body finally broke down. Succumbing to his powerful thrusts, you climaxed just before you could black out. Lucas’ hand withdrew from your face in time to keep you awake. Your ears were ringing, you were seeing stars, and your pussy was convulsing around him.

With a groan of pleasure, Lucas rested his head on your shoulder as he came again.

There was a moment of silence that felt more like a high-pitched buzz as the sensation of release hummed through your bodies. Lucas slid out of you just as he slumped onto the mattress beside you. He couldn’t meet your eyes, so he covered his face with his hands instead.

All at once, you felt your senses return to you and you were aware of what was happening. Lucas had laid down and hid himself from you, and you had no clue why. Reaching out for him, you used what strength you had left to reveal the embarrassment on his face. “Are you okay?” You asked, nuzzling his jaw with your nose.

Lowering his hands, with your help, he gaped at you in disbelief. “I should be asking YOU that!” He exclaimed, flipping onto his side. He grabbed your head in his hands and peppered kisses all over your face. “I went overboard, I’m so sorry! I can’t believe I said those things to you!”

You started laughing at his burst of affection. “Lucas, it’s okay,” you laughed, finally catching his lips as they went to peck your cheek. Getting lost in the kiss, you relaxed only when you felt his body start to settle down. Eventually, you pulled away and wrapped your arms around his midsection, burying your face in his chest. “I didn’t realize you were into that…” You said with amusement.

“I don’t know where it came from! You must have brought that out of somewhere in the depths of me,” he joked, lightly scratching his nails up and down your back.

“...I liked it,” you admitted.

A cheesy grin came to his lips, but you were too busy being smothered by his sculpted chest to know it. “...I like you.” His voice was low and sincere.

You giggled and pressed teasing kisses along his collarbone, emphasizing each word. “I. Like. You. More.”

His embrace tightened around you. “I doubt that,” he cooed, pressing a single kiss to the top of your head. A thought occurred to him. “...Ten is going to wonder where you went in the morning, and then what will we tell him?”

“The truth,” you stated simply. “You know, that we’re together now.”

“It’s about time,” he joked, resting his chin against your head.

“Yeah,” you agreed, “it is.”

•••••

Just as things settled down in Lucas’ bedroom, things in the living room were settling as well. Having roused from the sounds coming from down the hall, Jongin, Taemin, Baekhyun and Taeyong were staring at various places around the room with wide eyes. Meanwhile, Mark was passed out, snoring on a futon in the corner of the room. Apparently, he could sleep through anything when he was that drunk.

When it seemed like the main attraction was over, Baekhyun grumbled, “Finally!” And Taemin mumbled something along the lines of, “I can sleep now.” Steady breathing filled the room again.

Everyone else had fallen back asleep, yet Taeyong’s eyes were on the ceiling. He couldn’t stop the thoughts racing through his head. He glanced at the hallway to see a light dimly shining from underneath Ten’s door. He had to be awake too.

If you could be brave, then Taeyong convinced himself he could be as well. He crawled out of his makeshift bed and tiptoed over to Ten’s room. He could do this…

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Table 4

Chapter two Get out

Paring - Negan x black!reader

Summary - Reader deals with the repercussions of the guys staying late at the diner.

Warnings - Negan being an a-hole, thoughts of racism, broken glass

Word count : 3236

Note: Thank you, to anyone who took the time out of their day to read my story. ❤️

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After sanitizing the tables, and chairs you sweep the floors; even taking the time to wipe down the table tents. Looking over your left shoulder you let out a frustrated sigh, it’s been 5 hours, and they have yet to leave. Getting the green light to close up early from your manager due to the decrease of customers in the diner, leaving only the group of guys at table 4. Who were still sitting there socializing like a group of frat boys. You didn’t like to rush customers to leave, but it’s been 5 hours. Even after your passive-aggressive approach of nonverbal cues to get them to leave wiping the table, sweeping and mopping other areas, removing the paid check. And you were fucking tired, especially since you have class tomorrow, and you couldn’t leave until they leave. Fuck this. You thought standing up from your seat deciding to give them a piece of your mind, trying to get home quickly.

“Excuse me, gentlemen, I’m sorry to tell you we are closing but there are a few places nearby open late if you want to continue the conversation.” You snarled, expression hardening a deep line appearing between your eyebrows. The convo between the three men stopped instantly at your interruption leaving Dwight, and Mustache in utter shock robbing them of speech, not expecting you to get so hostile. Except Negan, smirking at you as though he knew it was going to occur.

Spotting a grin that grew wider by the second. The corners of his mouth quirked up, “Well correct me if I’m wrong sweetheart, but if a fucking restaurant let you in the door then they must fucking provide service up until you feel goddamn ready to leave.”

Damn you did not expect for him to go off like that, he really caught you off guard. Feeling your heart rate climb a bit, swallowing hard quickly regaining your composure shooting him a frown, “ Sorry to disappoint you but, that’s not the policy here. You eat until we close.”

His eyes lighten up in amusement as if I was a dog taking the bait. He turned towards Dwight throwing a playful punch on his shoulder . “God damn, Dwight where have you been keeping this one.” Turnings his gaze back on you with a radiance in his eyes. “Well sweetheart, I don’t see any signs stating this. Also it looks like this dump could use the money so….”

A helpless anger simmered in you, hands squeezing into fist. “you fucking-“

“Hey, calm down y/n, it’s fine let me just take a piss, and we’ll be out of your hair okay.” Dwight persisted, stopping you both before things got more heated up. Raising is hands in surrender, trying to reassure you that was his only motive.

Letting out an angry breath, you nodded staring into his blue eyes, “Fine, bathroom then you all leave. Okay?”

Rising up from his seat Dwight drags himself to the bathroom leaving you with the two strangers, an awkward silence taking over the room. The man with the impressive Mustache stands up from his chair stepping towards you. He extends his hand towards you in greeting, offering a handshake. You obliged, hesitating for just a second, afraid to make actual contact with him. Eventually he broke the tension in the room, “Well excuse my rudeness, I don’t actually think I’ve properly introduced myself I’m Simon. I sincerely apologize on behalf of my friend. He's not always this off-putting.”

Pulling your hand back from his firm handshake, head bowing towards him glazing at the floor avoiding any, and all eye contact with the stranger. You shrugged, taking a sharp breath. “Um, it’s fine. been through worse.”

“Well, how about you come and sit over here with us while we wait for D over there.” Simon replied pointing to the table, strolling back to his seat pulling out a chair for you.

You politely declined his invitation trying to avoid any close range contact with Negan, not liking the lack of control over your emotions. But of course, he probably knew of your lack of composure when it came to him. Leaning back against his chair a faint tremor of amusement was on his lips, “Oh come on, he ordered the btl, and it always goes right through him. He’s gonna be a while.”

Treading slowly towards the empty chair surrendering to Negan's one single order. You really didn't have the foggiest idea what came over you, possibly it was the tiredness crawling up on you, or was this your rabbit hole that you could fall into. Whatever it was, certainly excited you as much as you prefer not to concede. Despite the fact that your gut was cautioning you not to go for somebody like him, obviously, you'd disregard it, you generally do. Negan's eyes lit up in excitement, gripping the arm of his chair, as he loomed closer, “So, how do you know our dear Dwighty. I simply Can’t believe that we have been running in the same circle, and I haven’t come across you.”

“He used to date my best friend, that's all, I barely know him.” You muttered, shoulders lifting in a half shrug. Truthfully you only met the guy three times, and you were even surprised that he remembered your name.

“Wait, so you telling me Dwighty boy knew a cute girl like you and didn’t think to set me up.” Negan exclaimed, staring at you in disbelief and you nodded in return. His compliment taking away your ability to form any speech. “I need to have a nice talk with his scrawny ass.”

You nodded mutely, yielding to the awkward mood of the night. Picking at the lint on your apron, choosing to be done with the conversation. What is taking him so long? You thought, deciding now would be a good time to check on sherry since she’s still in the kitchen doing some inventory. Just as you were about to get up a loud scream emerged from the kitchen releasing a surge of alertness through your body. Jolting your head towards the commotion. Wasting no time, leaping from your seat, upending the table, running towards the shouting, and hollering.

“Leave me the fuck alone! Didn’t you humiliate me enough D!”, Sherry yelled, shakily holding onto a piece of broken glass, pointing it towards her intruder defensively. Your eyes widened in shock at the scene unfolding in front of you, there were pieces of fine china scattered all over the floor. What the actual fuck? Dwight spotted a fearful look, his hair disheveled, breathing even but shallow. “But no you just had to come back to rub more salt in the womb? Huh!”

Raising his hands in a pleading manner, his head jerked in frantic disagreement, “You know that’s not true baby, I’m sorry for lying to you about them but I told them about you and how I’m not their little robot anymore. I swear you can even call Tracie she was there the whole time, babe I fucking swear.”

“Fuck Tracie, and fuck you. We are done, Dwight. I want you out of my life for good, now get the fuck out!” Sherry demanded, a bitterness creeping into her face. Walking closer to Dwight with the piece of broken glass now raised towards his face.

“Sherry, put that down! Are you crazy” you intervened, trying to knock some sense into your best friend. You know she was hurt, but this wasn’t the right way to go about it. However, you knew Sherry, and that she wouldn't calm down not until he was gone. “Please just leave. Haven’t you done enough? You’ve caused enough damage as it is.”

“Let’s go D, she’s not even fucking worth it.” Negan spat, pushing Dwight out of the kitchen despite his ongoing protest. Simon follows after them, throwing you an apologetic look on his way out.

Sherry tried to hold back the seething tower of tears that had been building up since the moment she had been angered. It was painful to see her like this, but all you could do was embrace her and let the torrent of her tears soak through your shirt.

—

“I miss the kids too, but I’ve just been really busy. You know with midterms coming up, and my hours at the diner. I don’t know.”, You revealed, strolling into your apartment, throwing your keys into a bowl by the door phone pressed between your shoulder and left ear. After avoiding your sister’s calls for a week, you’ve finally surrendered. After feeling guilty after reading her lengthy Instagram post about how much she misses you. “Tomorrow? Um, I don’t know Michonne, that’s my day off. And you guys live very far, and I am too fucking tired for that.”

“Stop being so dramatic, We’re only forty minutes away, and you could even spend the night. Just pack some clothes and I’ll just drive you to class, yeah?” Michonne demanded, on the other line. Slumping on the love seat, releasing a baffled moan, the idea of not having the option to have the day off picking at you. You really cherished visiting your sister, and her kids however Sundays were the days you looked forward towards. Staying in bed throughout the day, not associating with individuals was a basic need for you.

“Fine, I’ll come. Now can you stop those sappy insta posts about me. It's cringey, and kinda creepy.” You teased, getting up from the couch strolling into the kitchen attempting to discover a snack to tend your snarling stomach. Looking through every cabinet, eventually giving up your search nothing grabbing your attention. Inclining toward the island as Michonne continues to talk your ear off about how she wasn’t trying to guilt trip you. “I’m gonna let you go, but I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? Love you, bye.”

Finally ending your phone call, feeling defeated from the conversation. I guess it would be to see the kids. A lighter feeling taking over your aura as you conjure up the pros about giving up your antisocial day.

“Hey, when did you get back.” Sherry questioned, leaning against the doorway a smile planted on her face. Gazing upward in shock, Narrowing your eyes at her, the total 360 of her state of mind changes worrying you. After comforting a sobbing Sherry once the group of men left. She clarified what had happened the previous evening saying how Dwight arranged the entire thing to win her back by appearing at the diner. Even asking his friends to come with him for moral support and how he faked needing to utilize the washroom rather heading out to discover her. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Sorry about that, I was on the phone with Michonne. You know how it is.” You apologized, knowing how scared she gets when she’s home alone. Sherry waved it off with a considerably greater grin presently laying all over, head inclined towards you attempting to get you to ask her what she was so glad about. Knowing her, it's most probable about Dwight, you thought shaking your head. “Just come out with it Sher....”

“Okay, but before you say anything just know that I am truly happy and this time is different. I -I can feel it, I swear.” Sherry ramble, towards you giving your hand a tight squeeze. You nodded encouraging her to go on with her announcement. “I couldn’t go to sleep last night you know after everything at the diner. I just kept tossing and turning because of the burning question in my head. Like is he telling the truth? Did he truly face his folks? So I said too hell with this, I’m calling tracie, and I…..I believe him. ugh say something.”

Nodding slowly, eyebrows furrowed trying to make sense of the situation. Dwight was a good guy, but the way Sherry reacted to him last night was very alarming to you. “I don’t know sher, just a few hours ago you thought your whole world was over because of him, and-

“But it’s not like that, we are taking things slow. We’re starting over, a fresh new start, it’s different this time. Please just be happy for me. I can’t give up on us, and I need my best friend to support me.” Sherry interrupted, crossing her arms, eyes narrowed at you. She was never good at listening, or taking the truth especially when it came to her relationships.

“You know I have always supported you sher, but I just want you to be careful. Okay?” You advised, knowing that she wouldn’t take your guidance no matter what. Sherry guaranteed that she will, and how she had one more thing to report. She proceeds to explain how Dwight actually invited her to his family Gala to prove to her that he wasn't lying. And how she needed you there for backup just in case things turned left.

“So I need you to be my plus one. I promise I’ll be by your side the whole night .” Sherry asked, giving you puppy dog eyes. Pulling your arm towards her heart.

“Ugh, why me? You know I hate parties with privileged people who thinks complimenting the black girl on talking properly is a good thing .” You signed, snatching your hand back. It was true though, every time you go to parties with a predominately white crowd it was always the same damn thing. Them talking to you like you grew up in a wooden hut, reminding you how they voted for Obama like it’s a personality trait, and hearing their backhanded compliments about how proper you talk.

“That’s not true.” Sherry disagreed, throwing you a frown. You rolled your eyes at her, shaking your head at her. How would you know?

“You can’t speak on experiences you don’t go through. we’ve talked about this sher.” You stated, staring into her guilty eyes. She quickly agreed, apologizing for her ignorance.

Eventually In the long run she persuades you to go to the function saying how there will be heaps of food, and she'll clean for seven days. Who could disapprove of that? Without a doubt not you. “Okay, fine I’ll go now leave me the fuck alone.”

—

Arriving at the gala you were in awe at the sight inside the building. Wall-to-wall marble floors, limestone columns, soaring vaulted ceilings and intricate ironwork decorate the interiors of the ballroom. Is this what the met gala looks like from the inside you wonder, staring up at the eclectic chandeliers, unique furnishings, and bistro lighting. Sherry was instantly pulled away from you at your arrival, promising you she’ll be back in a minute. Well it’s been an hour, and you were pissed not just in light of the fact that she disregarded you knowing how you feel about being in sceneries like this, but because the food was shit. And you were hungry. Returning from the bathroom after sitting there for 20 minutes trying to kill time, and avoid any socializing. Currently sitting at the bar trying playing an intense game on your phone.

“Are you fucking following me? You could’ve just asked me out instead, love when a woman takes charge.” a voice teased, behind your head making your body convulse in a sudden jolt. Looking up from your phone turning around in your chair, frowning at the twit who startled you. Negan? Well yeah he’s friends with Dwight idiot. He looked fine as hell though wearing a tuxedo like the entirety of different guys in participation, however his appeared as though it was made explicitly for him, custom-made better than anybody else's. His hair was slicked back with a gel. Smirk sitting on his face at your distaste at seeing him again. That didn’t stop his eyes from roaming your figure. Biting his lips satisfied with his sights. “Holy shit, you look fucking gorgeous.”

‘And you look fucking beautiful,' your demons were nearly commending the man before you, a supposition you shared;

“Thanks.” You uttered, gazing towards the ground. His presence leaving a burning sensation on your skin.

“Listen, what happened last night was fucking insane. Definitely wasn’t expecting your bestie to go all buckwild on Dwight.” Negan recalled, detecting your strain towards him. You nodded in agreement, never seeing Sherry enraged in all your years of friendship. “And I’ll say we didn’t exactly left off on the right foot last night. But I do remember you starting it.”

Arms tightly crossed, you throwing him a glare,“I started it? No, you and your little friends were supposed to leave once we closed, but you guys stayed late on purpose knowing that we were closing. That was on you.”

He lifted his shoulder in a half shrug, “Listen, I just came to support a friend. Got tired of him crying like a little pussy over her, so I said fuck it. Told him to drive up to that little raggedy old diner, and to win his girl back. And it worked.”

You stayed silent, realizing where it counts he was correct. He was just trying to help his friend, who could be mad at that? And he was actually right, Sherry and Dwight eventually did work things out so you had nothing to be mad about. Tucking a loose curl behind your ear releasing a deep sign. “Yeah, I guess it did”

“Let me make it up to you. The food here is absolute dog shit. There’s a little diner around the corner, foods a whole lot better than the dump you work at.” Negan offered, gripping the arm of your chair leaning closer, throwing you at slight wink. Making your heart beat faster at the closeness between you two. Wow he is so fucking gorgeous and he knows it.

You instantly froze, the thought of being alone with him terrified you, for the most part since you would make a damn fool out of yourself. Thinking up a good excuse you gulped “No, thank you. I don’t even know you Negan. For all I know you could be some psycho serial killer. Might bash my head In with a bat or something.”

“I promise I won’t try anything, all I want is to just make up for last night. I fucking promise sweetheart. My treat.” Negan assured, staring straight into your eyes with an intense gaze, showing you that he was serious. I could stare at his eyes all fucking day 24/7

Your eyes perk up, my treat who could say no to free food especially since the food here was shit, and you were a broke college student. But you did come with Sherry and she will definitely be concerned once she understands you're not there. Fuck her she left me alone for TWO hours you concluded, the anger you felt towards her overclouded your conscious to do the right hing. “Fine. But if you try anything I swear I’ll-”

Negan lifted your chin, “I know, y/n. You're safe with me I promise.”

Neither of you moved a muscle. You could hear his own heartbeat; he could even hear your nervous breaths. Grabbing your purse sending Negan a nod, the two of you head out towards the entrance. As you two stroll towards the diner you gaze toward the sky silently praying to the higher realms that you won’t do anything you’d regret.

#negan fanfiction #negan x black!reader #negan x reader #negan x poc #negan x woc #simon #dwight #sherry #black woman #negan #negan x oc #gala #negan x y/n #negan x you

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verilyruth · 4 years ago

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Prompt idea: Javid trying to have private moments, can range in ratings, but they keep getting interrupted by other couples and their friends.

Pairing: Jack/Davey

Warnings: Nothing? I don’t think. I mean, cursing, but it’s me so duh.

Davey let Jack lead him by the hand up the stairs, down the hall, and towards his room.

“And you’re sure I’m allowed to be here?”

“Course. I told you, Dave, Medda isn’t like the other foster parents I’ve had.”

“I know but I’m your boyfriend and she’s not home.”

“So? We’re at your house without your folks all the time.”

“Yeah but my parents know you and she doesn’t know me. If Sarah brought a random boy home they wouldn’t be allowed to be by themselves, let alone in her room,” he said.

Jack ignored him and opened the door. Davey almost gasped when he turned the lights on. “Jack!”

“I know,” Jack replied, pretending to be casual. Davey smacked his arm playfully.

“Seriously! You must be so excited.” There was one bed in the room. Davey knew that Jack had always had at least two roommates in the past. The closest thing he had gotten to privacy was when he showered, and even then there was always someone banging on the door.

As the friendship between them grew, Davey had learned more about his living situation and past and knew that Jack was always looking out for others with no time for himself. It had taken a long time, but eventually Davey had managed to convince him that it was okay to ask him for help.

There had been more than one occasion when Jack had come over not to spend time with Davey, but to have some peace from the constant noise and chaos. Sometimes Davey’s parents would come home to their children sitting quietly downstairs and Jack asleep upstairs. They didn’t question it.

But now, Jack had a room to himself for the first time ever. He wasn’t going to be up all night with little kids’ nightmares or kids their age doing homework; he could just sleep and be by himself. Davey had never been happier for his boyfriend.

“Yeah,” Jack said with a smile, “I’m excited.” He shut the door behind him and pulled Davey into a kiss. Davey smiled through the whole thing and Jack laughed at him. “You’re happier than I am.”

“I’m just grateful that you’re getting something to yourself. Can I sit on your bed?”

“You don’t have to ask.”

Davey took his hand and dragged him over before kicking off his shoes and lying down. “Comfortable?”

“Yep.”

“Good. Are you going to kiss me for real this time?”

“Excuse me?” Davey raised an eyebrow. “Before it wasn't real?”

“Whatever. Just shut up and kiss me, will ya?” Before Davey could respond, his phone rang. He flashed Jack an apologetic look before answering.

“Hello?”

“Davey!” Race yelled. “Are you with Jack?”

“Why?”

“Come get pizza with me and Spot and Romeo and-”

“Not right now, Race,” he said. “Sorry.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s been a long week and I’m tired.”

“Not too tired to hang out with Jack.”

“Jack lets me lie in bed and nap. Will you let me lie in bed and nap?”

“You’re boring. Okay, love you, bye!” He hung up and Davey rolled his eyes before putting his phone back down.

“Sorry, Race was just being an idiot,” he told Jack, who just smiled.

“Some things never change.” He pressed a soft kiss to the corner of Davey’s mouth. “Do you want to nap?”

“What? No, I was just saying that to get him to leave me alone. Although honestly I might not object to taking one in a little while.”

“Me neither.”

“It’ll be nice to nap with you without being interr-” Davey’s phone buzzed again. Jack groaned. “Sorry. Hi?”

“David, where are you?” Les asked. “School ended fifteen minutes ago!”

“Sarah’s picking you up today, remember?”

“No, she said you are.”

“Seriously? I’ll call her. She’ll be there soon. Sorry, boychik.”

“Whatever.” Les hung up.

“Sorry, I just have to call Sarah because she’s an idiot.”

Jack grumbled but otherwise didn’t object. Davey gave him a quick forehead kiss as the phone rang.

“Hey.”

“Hey. It’s your turn to pick up Les.”

“It is? Shit. Okay, I’m going now.”

“Where are you?” There was a lot of background noise. “It sounds loud.”

“I’m in Spot’s car and there’s a bunch of people here but we’ll go get him.”

“Are you sure? I can-”

“Nah, it’s fine. We’re going to get pizza so he’ll be happy to tag along.”

“Wait, you’re with Race? Never mind. Okay, thanks. Love you.”

“Love you too, bye.”

“Okay–” he placed his phone on Jack’s nightstand “–no more interruptions.”

“Good. Come here.” Jack pulled him into another kiss, this one a lot more passionate than the last. “You know,” he said after a few minutes, “you’re–”

“Jack!”

“Seriously?” Jack asked the universe. He got up and opened his bedroom door. “Hi! I’m up here. Davey’s with me.”

“Let me come meet him.”

“You might want to fix your hair,” he whispered to Davey. He immediately stood up and ran to the mirror.

“Of course now’s the time she decides to meet me.”

“What’s wrong with now?”

“I’d prefer if I didn’t look like I was just making out with her foster son.”

“Honesty’s the best policy,” Jack said, earning himself a playful shove to the chest.

Medda ascended the stairs and knocked on the doorframe before entering. “Hey, Medda.”

“Hello boys. You must be David. Jack’s told me all about you.” She offered Davey her hand and he shook it.

“Yes, ma’am. It’s nice to meet you. Thank you for having me.”

“Of course! Any time,” she said. “Jack’s boyfriend is always welcome in this house.”

Davey blushed.

“I told you he’s shy, Medda.”

“Jack!” he hissed.

Medda laughed.

“I’ll leave you boys alone. Nice to meet you, David.”

“You too.”

She closed the door behind her and Davey raised an eyebrow at Jack. He shrugged.

“I told you, she’s relaxed.”

“I believed you, I just didn’t think she would want the door closed, let alone close it herself.”

“Whatever. Come on, I-” Davey’s phone rang again. “Are you kidding me?”

“Sorry! I’ll silence it.” He picked it up and looked at the caller id. “Actually, it’s my mom, I have to answer it.”

Jack flopped down on his bed dramatically.

“I hate everything.”

“Hello?”

“David! You’re on speaker phone. I’m in the car with Aba.”

“Oh. Hi guys. What’s up?”

“Are you home?”

“No, I’m at Jack’s. Why, should I be?”

“No, that’s all right, I was just curious,” his mother told him. “That’s not why we’re calling. We wanted to let you know we’ll be back Sunday night around seven, okay? Our trip was cut short.”

“Okay, great. I’ll tell Sarah and Les,” he rushed through his sentence. “Can I call you guys back later? I’m helping Jack with SAT prep.”

Jack snickered into his pillow.

“Of course! Love you.”

“Love you guys too. Bye. Sorry, they just wanted to let me know they’ll be back Sunday night.”

“Wait, what? Your parents are out of town?” He nodded. “Then why the hell aren’t we at your place?”

“I wanted to see your new house! Besides, I thought Sarah and Les were gonna be home and you said Medda wouldn’t be.”

Jack sighed.

“It’s kinda sad that we’re in high school and the reason we’re looking for privacy is to nap, ain’t it?”

Davey laughed.

“Naps are underrated. I’ve changed my mind, can we sleep now?”

“Sure. Pajamas are in the bottom drawer.”

“This is why I love you.”

“Because I lend you pajamas?”

“Yep! Come on, you get changed too. I’m not cuddling you under the covers while you’re in jeans.”

“Has anyone ever told you you’re very demanding?”

“Yes. You. Constantly.”

“Well, I’m right.”

They changed and curled up under the covers. Jack exhaled happily as Davey kissed his cheek.

“Good night, Jacky,” he said, despite it being three thirty in the afternoon.

“Good night, Dave.”

Davey couldn’t recall ever being more comfortable, although come to think of it, he always had that feeling when he cuddled with Jack. He enjoyed it anyway and allowed himself to hold his boyfriend even closer. He drifted off slowly.

This was peace. This was what the word paradise meant. There was nothing better than this.

His phone rang.

“Are you fucking kidding me!”

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cosmiclatte28 · 4 years ago

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Tempo (Racer!reader x sehun, nct, exo) #2

previous chapter 1

The next day Oh Sehun cannot enjoy his Sunday calmly. His mind constantly repeats the short encounter he had with (y/n) last night. Sehun still cannot believe his eyes, a girl who looks so innocent can do something that unexpected. He cannot forget that surprised feeling when he saw her behind the starting line... looking fragile and unsuitable beside her big built competitors.

Sehun wants to know her more, he finally finds someone who makes his heart flutters and skips a beat. After a good 2 months of moving on, finally Sehun finds a name that stays in his mind. He showers and after saying good bye to Luhan, Sehun walks to the lift and make his way to his basecamp. It is no other than the apartment Taeyong shares with his boys.

"You're here! Quiet early.. why? Can't sleep?" Jaehyun's sleepy face greets him. He is pretty sure Jaehyun is forced to open the door, because Sehun annoyingly presses it over and over again. Considering how much of a deep sleeper the others are, it is not surprising to find Jaehyun behind the door.

"You really ruin my sleep. I'm going back to bed." Jaehyun yawns and turns his body to his door.

"Yak it's already ten. Just wake up." Sehun smacks his lips.

"I can't I just slept at two yesterday. Yuta's sister happens to get dumped and she stayed here to cry for a straight one hour. And I can't sleep." Jaehyun rubs his tired eyes.

"Just come here. At least sleep here.. so I won't feel alone." Sehun pats the empty space on the sofa beside him. Jaehyun gives up and grabs his blanket and naturally makes himself comfortable sleeping beside Sehun.

Sehun scoffs in disbelief. He thought Jaehyun will get his code and talk to him a little so Sehun won't feel so lonely.. but this guy.. the favorite guy in his campus.. leaves him straight to bed. No wonder a lot of girls give up on him... he is ignorant.

Sehun tries to close his eyes to and get some more rest, but he can't. His mind keeps on teasing him with (y/n)'s face.

"Jae, you asleep?" Sehun asks when he feels like Jaehyun is actually awake already. "Why?" Jaehyun asks slowly, still trying his best to sleep.

"Tell me more about (y/n)-" Sehun rubs his hands over his face "-it's not what you think. I'm just curious."

Jaehyun grins and playfully pinches Sehun's cheeks "You're interested aren't you? Cutie."

"Aish. No. Come on.. I'm just curious.. we don't get to know each other that much." Sehun plays with the messy strands of hair Jaehyun has. It's shockingly painted pink and reminded Sehun of the cotton candy haired girl.

"Just go and see her next week. She'll race on Wednesday and Friday." Jaehyun closes his eyes and shifts his body to another position.

"I can't.. You know I'm not going back there. It's not my style to hang out in places like that." Sehun scrunches his nose. He is born from a rich family, and he is pampered with all good morals and living style. He just happens to learn how to live a normal life when he goes to college and meet his former gang EXO and these 4 princes of the school (dorks for him).

Sehun is not a player type like Johnny and Yuta. He is used to go to courses after school, his nights are spent in the library, his week ends are filled with golf, polo, or attending parties. Sehun went to private school until high school and he made his decision to follow Luhan's path to graduate from a public named university. Still the public school is something new to Sehun. He has to adapt with the types of people who majority have a different background unlike him. However, Sehun has never regret his choice. He met his first love here, a girl from a family like his.. she was sweet and gentle, his family likes her and supports his relationship. That's until he learn the painful truth about heart breaks. Sehun is still adapting his single life again.

"Oh yeah I forgot. You're from a rich family.. well maybe you can watch a movie alone then." Jaehyun lazily replies him.

"No.. I don't mean it that way. You know I cannot abruptly go out on a weekday. Luhan will question me."

"And what if Luhan questions you? Tell him you're seeing the wild race again."

"Sweetie I can't do that. He definitely won't allow me. I mean yesterday he let me because it's only my first time.. but I'm sure he won't expect me returning."

"Then say goodbye to (y/n)... besides she's not really available."

"What do you mean? She's looking on someone?" Sehun tenses.

Jaehyun laughs "She's my sister. Okay. That means I get to select who is dating her."

Sehun bursts out laughing and hits Jaehyun repeatedly "Liar! She is not your sister! She can't be... are you serious?!"

Jaehyun opens his eyes and gets up to sit. He quickly dodges the hits Sehun launches to him.

"He's not lying." Taeyong's raspy wake up voice croaks in as he joins the two brother fighting in the living room.

"What? Really?" Sehun stops his attacks and freezes to Taeyong's direction.

"Yeah. Trust me I've seen a lot of guys picking her up, and Jeffrey here denies every one." Taeyong laughs.

"Even if she said she's interested in Taeyong I will tell her no! Because I'm sure Taeyong deserves someone better." Jaehyun jokingly winks at Taeyong and the three bursts out laughing. Now that's a real sibling and friendship goals Sehun noted.

"Let me tell you about her.. if that's what you want to hear. Of course Jaehyun can't do that.. he will feel awkward .. talking about his sister to another man. So let me." Taeyong interferes.

"She is underage okay Sehun.. you have to keep that a secret. She is only seventeen." Taeyong is cut by Sehun's loud statement "What?! You all must be crazy placing her in that bike and letting her race! She doesn't have her license yet right?" Sehun who is used to live a life under strict rules is surprised.

"Oh come on Sehun. She's even a better rider than us who's legal to drive." Jaehyun fixes his hair and begins smirking with his ideal dimple

"She is only seventeen. Graduating high school soon and so don't dare date her or even get into her pants! I as her guardian angel will kill you!" Taeyong playfully teases Sehun.

"Whatever you guys.. I'm not seeing her like that. Just curious." Sehun tries to hide the blush in his face.. and half succeed.

"We actually did not want her to race. You know it happened one day.. when Yuta can't play because he injured his right hand, and we took a break for almost a month.. apparently (y/n) ;who was used to come with us to support Yuta begged us she wanted to try."

"I tried to stop her okay Sehun.. before you speak bad words to me.." Jaehyun quickly cleans himself. He knows Sehun will probably curse at him if Jaehyun lets her play like that.

"You know me well huh-" Sehun smirks

"Yeah so I can't play. For I broke my hand" Yuta suddenly continues the story. He is also in his wake up state like the others, but his brain is working well. "And since she sometimes joined me for practice.. she knows how to handle a motor bike. Just that she has to know how dirty the game is. She took the challenge.. we tried stopping her.. and she stubbornly went to the competition alone.. she took my bike.. raced alone. We lectured her for a whole day for we are worried sick when she popped up in front of our door in her messy state and handed us the money she won by herself."

"Holdup.. she went to her first race alone? And actually won it?" Sehun looks surprised.

The three men nod "Yes. And she said she really love the feelings... since Yuta cannot play for a month or more.. we trained her and voila! We have our Ace player." Taeyong spreads his hands open like showing a masterpiece.

"She's really a different one eh?" Sehun throws his gaze into Jaehyun and winks

"NOT IN YOUR WILDEST DREAM. SHE IS NOT DATING YOU." Jaehyun runs to the bathroom before Sehun attacks him with more punches.

The next Wednesday and Friday Sehun keeps his words. He doesn't join the boys to the wild racing and Luhan has no suspicion on his weird habits.

Well Sehun lately likes to doze off, loses focus in the middle of conversations, gets surprised easily, and does many other odd habits.

He tries his best to forget his feelings towards (y/n) for he also knows his family will be against it.. and it will only break both of their hearts. So Sehun tries his best to bury the slight interest he had to her.

One month passed, Sehun only knows her updates when the boys talk about her. And on one lonely Saturday.. Sehun cannot keep it going.

"Tae, let me tag along tonight." Sehun shows up ready in front of Taeyong's apartment.

"You miss her don't you?" Taeyong locks the door behind him "You appear on time. Jaehyun can't come tonight... he has a project due this night with Johnny. It's only us and Yuta, besides you're always welcomed to join."

"(Y/n)? She's not there?" Sehun blurts out the question that lingers in his mind.

"She's actually a bit injured from the last match.. but we'll see if she can make it tonight." Yuta explains.

The three arrive to the crowded illegal place. Yuta makes his way to grab his bike and goes to do the drug-test procedure. He is racing first tonight on the short track program.

"Taeyong hyung!" (Y/n) greets him quick

"How's your hand doing?" Taeyong carefully checks her left hand. It is wrapped with a strong gyps. He analyzes it while checking her face to see if she squirms.

"It's healing nicely. I am ready for tonight." She looks into Taeyong with her pleading eyes.

"But your hand?" Taeyong asks calmly. His deadly gaze still there despite the big puppy eyes staring into his.

"I swear it's not a problem. Jaehyun has modified my gas and brakes. He made it all right handed and my left hand won't have to exert great pressure." She pleads.

"Well... let me ask Jaehyun if you're allowed to play.. for actually I don't have to force you tonight." Taeyong sounds worried, but his face is still that same cold face.

"I called Jeffrey earlier. He said it's my choice. He told me that whatever the result, I am to be responsible for it." She hopelessly begs.. her hands are on Taeyong's hands.. holding them in order to win his empathy.

"I don't think it's a nice idea.. your competitor is quiet new tonight.. I do not know their tricks yet." Taeyong darts his eyes around the contestants. Yuta is already getting ready. He quickly gives him a two thumbs up and Yuta just returns a smile.

"Please.. hyung.. I need the money also I'm the ace here!" She whispers softly.

"Just trust me. I will keep myself safe." (y/n) squeezes Taeyong's cold hands and leaves when she sees Sehun in the crowd.

She pulls Sehun out of the crowd, he was busy talking with Yuta earlier and the audience are too loud.

"Sehun? What are you doing here?" she asks for she clearly remembers the oath Sehun said that he hates this place and never coming back.

"I'm here to ask you the same question." Sehun did not spit out any other words, but his hand delicately reaches to hold her fractured left hand. The gyps are still hard there and Sehun is pretty sure if he press it she'll scream and cry. "Isn't it too soon to race?"

She steps back and runs her eyes to other things but Sehun's. "It's been a month." She said knowing that's not the answer Sehun hopes to hear.

"This is not good.. though it's not my business." Sehun's deep voice cuts deep into her heart.

"Yeah.." she sighs.

"So.. why are you here?" Sehun raises his brow. Concern is painted all over his face.

"I need the money." She closes her eyes and breathe in. Feeling somewhat ashamed and sinful.

"(Y/~)—"

"I answered you." She cuts him off and hurriedly says "Now answer me. Why are you here? Seriously."

"I told you.. to see you." Sehun spills his tea.

Her pretty facial features shows surprise. She clearly did not expect his answer.

"You were being serious? You'd come back to this dirty road just to see me?"

Sehun couldn't quite read the emotion on her face as she processed that information—whether it was because of the poor lighting or just because he sucks in reading face.

Just as he was about to say something else, the MC announced the first winner for the short track program.. and calls all the contestant for the next race.

"I gotta go." Her face shows apology and something he can't read. She instantly turns her heels to leave Sehun. She then makes her way to Taeyong's side. Listening to the plan Taeyong had made. Yes Taeyong studied her competitors and he advices her how to handle each type.

"Be careful with that one biker. He is new.. I heard his name is Kai.. an ace from the other side.. please be careful with him.. I Don't know how he plays yet.. but let's avoid him okay. Now just be safe! Your safety is precious for me." Taeyong speaks while looking deep into her eyes. She nods understandingly and Taeyong hugs her tight. "Promise me not to get injured.. I am worried sick. Be safe.. for me.. for you.. for Jaehyun."

Yuta finishes his short track program first place. He rushes to (y/n)'S side to wish her good luck and final checks her gears. There are no missing parts and she's ready to race.

Sehun stands beside Taeyong and Yuta.. the three of them somehow feel uneasy letting her race tonight.. but she forces them and Taeyong knows her well. No matter how hard you said no, she will still do what she wants to do.

The line up tonight is only 7 players. With one new player Kai.. that becomes 8. Sehun squints in the dim light and dusty air.. Kai.. don't tell him it's the same Kai he was thinking.. Sehun cannot see his entire face clearly because of the helmet.. but when he looks at his side.. Sehun's face grows pale.

He is sure that is the Kai he is thinking about. Shit. Sehun knows how much of a skillful racer Kai is.. though Sehun did not know his friend is also into this filthy road gambling.. he finally understands where Kai got his random fractures.

The gun is shot, and the racers leave dust trails to the audience as they try their best to lead the line. The MC is busy reporting the players that gets kicked out or slipped on the deadly corners. Taeyong is watching from his binoculars and his mouth is clearly going to bleed anytime soon. Sehun gets it.. he is nervous..

His heart races when the MC repeatedly comments on how hard (y/n) and Kai are battling neck to neck. The two are fighting over first place and just as the race was about to end.. Sehun's heart stopped when Taeyong drops his binoculars and quickly runs to a fallen racer. Yuta is also running behind him. As if on queue the MC announces "Ace player (y/n) with number 127 falls on the last dead corner.. slipped from the slight kick of tonight's winner New Player Kai!" Sehun grits his teeth and rushes to help Taeyong and Yuta.

The fall seems to be quiet serious. She is thrown away from her bike quiet far. Lucky her helmet protects her head.. but she is unconscious right now. Taeyong picks her up while Yuta cleans up after her bike and hands it to their other crew who takes care of their bikes.

"Where's the paramedic? She told me they have paramedics? Or should I call the ambulance?" Sehun panics but tries to remain calm.

"What paramedics? This is an illegal sport Sehun.. we don't have anything like that.. ambulance? We can't bring any attention here. What should we say when an ambulance asked what happens to her? Free tracking?!" Taeyong answers Sehun's innocent question frustratedly.

"Then where Tae?" Sehun calmly asks as they reach Taeyong's car.

"You sit with her. Support her head okay.. please try to wake her up.. we'll drive to a free doctor we know." Taeyong starts the car when Yuta jumps in beside him.

They quickly rush to the place Taeyong said. On the back chair, Sehun is carefully holding her head while realizing she has many scratches.. must be from the rough landing.. some of the cuts are deep from the rocks..

"I'm sorry if her blood gets into your clothes." Taeyong talks to Sehun from his rear mirror.

"No it's not a problem.. focus on the road Tae.." Sehun ties some pressure on one of the big cuts with a towel Yuta passed.

They arrive at a small house. Apparently he is a doctor who always handle them. Doctor Choi Minho.

He quickly takes over (y/n). Checking her vitality, cleans all her blood and quickly decides she needs a few stitches. He checks her left hand and luckily it's not getting worse. Her left foot however was swollen.

Taeyong is pale.. he is busy thinking of what to say to Jaehyun... while Sehun, he just feels the same pain.

Amazingly her swollen leg has no fractures nor damage. It's swollen because the hit was quite hard. Other than that Minho only need to stitch a few deep cuts.

He finishes stitching her left arm, knee, elbow, and chin.

Minho lets them wait for her to wake up in the small check up room. There's a bed there and a chair. Sehun volunteers to look after her and Taeyong plus Yuta who are still thinking their way to tell Jaehyun.. thanks Sehun for taking the responsibility.

Quarter hour passed.

"Sehun?" Her soft hoarse voice greets Sehun's hearing. He is alert from his daze.

"You're awake.." Sehun pulls his chair closer to listen to her small volume.

She darts her eyes to look around and scrunches her face

"This is not my room."

"Uhum. You're in Dr. Minho's practice room."

"The race.. did I lost?" She asked

Sehun doesn't want to tell her the truth. She just risks her life and well being for the money she won.. but Kai.. Kai ruined everything.

Sehun sheepishly erases the gaps between them and places a kiss on her forehead.

She chuckles and swiftly keeps Sehun frozen on his chair "What good are those lips doing up there. I woke up and saw a god in front of me.."

Sehun blushes "Your brother will kill me."

"He won't.. he doesn't know what happened here." She eagerly smiles and Sehun can see Jaehyun's smile there but way more sweeter.

Like hypnotized by her playful gaze, Sehun leans down to reach for her lips. His hand carefully reach for her cheeks instead of the sewn chin. She closes her eyes and melts herself to the sweet passionate emotional kiss they exchange.

It is a fleeting kiss, too short for their liking but enough to make the two gasping for air. They parted just in time when Jaehyun bursts through the door. Sehun leaves the two of them alone.

"Thank goodness you're still in one piece! Taeyong almost lost his head if it's not because you called me earlier and practically forced me to allow you race. See?! I'm actually right about warning you something bad might happen... and see.." Jaehyun instinctively scolds his sister just like how brothers will act in this condition.

"Aish you make my head hurts.. it's not Taeyong's fault. I forced him too to let me play." I close my eyes when the head ache returns.

"I won't scold you more.. I think you're big enough to learn from your mistakes. I'm just worried sick okay. I scold you for your own good. Hyung loves you and doesn't want to lose you." Jaehyun smoothens her hair and leans to peck her cheek.

"(y/n) for this one time.. please listen to me. Don't race until you get better." Jaehyun stares into her eyes.

She nods helplessly and reaches for his hand "I promise. But please let me get to know Sehun." She bites her lips and blushes upon telling her request. Well she knows the rule that all men are to be qualified by Jaehyun first.. and she just feels the burning desire in her heart when she sees Sehun.

Jaehyun thinks for a moment and finally gives her an answer. "Alright. You can get to know him. But no dating or sleeping together. You can't bargain about that."

She rolls her eyes "I'm only going to walk to grab bubble teas with him.. or maybe watch a movie together. Gosh I'm still young bro. I need a friend to study and I think Sehun hyung is a nice learning buddy."

Jaehyun smiles and stands up from his seat. "Fine. You are allowed to go out with Sehun. Just be open to me okay. I trust you."

"Hyung, you're the best! Now help me go home." she gives him a two thumbs up, opens her hand to be carried by Jaehyun and she hangs on his back.

They thank Dr.Minho and make their way back to their apartment. Jaehyun is bringing (y/n) to his apartment tonight to look after her and the long ass ride back home she totally knocks herself to a deep sleep.

Sehun smiles inside his heart when he overheard the deal the brother and sister made.. well Sehun accidentally heard them when he was told to call them out to go home. And Sehun's in cloud 9 when Jaehyun allows her to see him.

He promises himself he'll be a good friend and a good guardian. He knows a lot of good bubble tea cafes and Sehun is brilliant in his studies. He can't wait for their first meeting...outside the race track.

CONTINUE TO NEXT CHAPTER

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Peter Stone ~Boyfriend

Imagine dating Peter Stone and the squad finds out... oh and being Rafael’s sister... Words: 3336 Sorry for an Mistakes

The light broke through a small crack in the curtain that somehow managed to shine right on your face. You scrunched your face and rolled over, half rolling on top of the body lying next to you.

“What are you doing....” he mumbled into his pillow

“You didn’t shut the curtain all the way” you mumbled back

“Sorry”

“No, you’re not”

“You’re right I’m not” even though you could see it, you knew he was smirking. He rolled over onto his back before grabbing you and pulling you on top of him. You laid your head into the crook of his neck with your legs either side of his body. You shouldn’t be lying here, you should be nowhere near him. But you couldn’t help it.

“What are you thinking?” Peter asked

Peter Stone. ADA Peter Stone. The SVU ADA. Your ADA.

“You smell nice” you mumbled

“I try...So what’s the plan for today detective?”

“I’ve got family lunch” you groaned

“Ah yes third Sunday of the month, Barba Family Lunch” Peter nodded.

Peter Stone, the ADA who tried to send your older brother (former) ADA Rafael Barba to prison. You really shouldn’t be lying here. You never meant for this to happen. When your brothers trial started and you had met Peter you hated him with a passion. And then when he took over Rafael’s job as your division ADA you almost quit. How dare this man come in here and take everything Rafael has worked so hard for? Just waltz in and get it handed to him.

8 months ago you never thought you’d be lying in his bed... It took about 2 months for you to stop hating him so much, mostly because Liv warned that if you couldn’t work with Peter she’d have to transfer you, Rafael also convinced you that he was fine with Peter taking over his job ‘I quit y/n I wasn’t fired I left on my own terms’ Rafael would remind you. But you were an overprotective little sister. 2 months after Rafael left and Peter had joined the team, you all went out for drinks after a particularly tough case and you and Peter had been the last two left.

“Is it always that hard?” Peter asked sipping on his beer

“No... but when kids are involved it’s always tough” you sighed “2 weeks into being an SVU detective I got my worst case ever”

“Worse than being in the gang unit?” Peter asked. You raised an eye at him “I did some background digging on you, considering you don’t talk to me about anything other than whatever case is happening”

“Yes worse than the gangs. It was 3 kids, 10, 4 and 2. Their dad...” you trailed off not really wanting to go into the details.

“Say no more” Peter held his hand up.

“It’s hard... SVU... but it is also amazing. To be able to help people, to get justice for them... it’s everything I’ve ever wanted” you smiled

“Why did you become a cop?”

“Well as you know there’s a little age gap between me and my brother, 7 years to be exact. And when he went off to Harvard I thought, that’s what I want to do I want to be a lawyer just like my brother... I quickly realised that I wasn’t smart enough to get into law school so I decided to be a cop was the next best thing” you shrugged

“You are smart enough to be a lawyer” Peter whispered “you are easily smart enough”

The two of you talked all night long. You let your guard down and you found yourself and Peter becoming friends. It was not long after when the team were going after a serial rapist that things turned romantic.

“So what’s the plan?” Fin asked as the squad and Peter sat around precinct with pictures of the victims and of the suspect, Daniel Wilder.

“We need to catch him in the act. He’s gotten away with this too many times before. We need concrete evidence that not even the best defence lawyer could get him off” Carisi said

“Isn’t it obvious?” You said rolling your eyes at the blank stares you got back before standing up and standing next to the pictures of the victims. You pointed to each face before pointing to your own. “We know where he hangs around every Friday night, we have a detective who fits his pattern of victims. Let’s get him”

“No” Peter said sternly before anyone could say anything

“What do you mean no? It’s our best chance!”

“It’s too dangerous. He’s unpredictable-“

“It’s not like I’d be going in there alone. Dodds and Nick will be the muscle watching, Rollins and Carisi play the couple in the corner so very well” you smirked at the two “Fin and Liv in the van”

“It’s still too dangerous” Peter held his ground

“So what? We’re just gonna let him get away with this?” You demanded

“We are not using you as bait and that’s final” Peter said. You rolled your eyes and walked away, knowing if you stayed you would say something you’d regret. You went to the small kitchen that was at the precinct and started making yourself a coffee when you felt a presence behind you.

“You are making a mistake” you said to Peter

“No I’m not”

“Yes you are. Can you stop being stubborn for one minuet? We have a chance to get this guy before he strikes again and you aren’t taking it, why?” You argued

“Because it’s too dangerous”

“That’s not a good enough excuse. We are cops. We’ve all been on the street, we’ve done our training, we all knew the risks getting into the business. So ‘it’s too dangerous’ is not gonna cut it”

“I’m not putting you in harms way” Peter said walking towards you “I can’t have you getting hurt I’d never forgive myself if something happened”

“Nothing is going to happen”

“You don’t know that…” Peter closed the gap between the two of you. Silence fell over the room but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Your eyes locked with his. The next thing you knew Peter slowly dipped his head and placed a kiss to your lips. He pulled away and you locked eyes again.

“I-I uh I don’t know why I-“ Peter stuttered. You cut him off with a kiss of your own.

You managed to convince him to go through with the job and you got the rapist before he struck again. After the kiss in the kitchen you and Peter began this little dance. You’d find yourself thinking about the ADA whenever he wasn’t around. You’d catch him looking at you and he’d turn away and blush when he realised you’d caught him. You didn’t want to feel this way about Peter, god no. He was the man who was brought in for your brothers trial. The man who literally tried to send your brother to jail. But you couldn’t stop your feelings and now here you lie, in Peter’s bed, like you do pretty much every Sunday morning. For obvious reason the two of you have kept your relationship a secret. Besides that fact that it would definitely be frowned upon at work and potentially get one of you transferred, all hell would break loose with the drama it would cause with your family.

“You should probably get ready” Peter said wrapping his arms around you with no real intention of letting you go. You groaned snuggling into him more

“I don’t wanna”

“I could always call your brother and let him know you won’t be coming”

“Don’t you even think about it”

“When are we going to tell your family?” Peter asked running his fingers through your hair

“We tell Mami then Raf will find out. If Raf finds out then he will go straight to Liv and then one of us will probably get transferred”

“Is that really that? If it means we can leave our apartments as a couple?”

“I like working with, getting to see you everyday” you smiled as you lightly peppered kisses along Peter’s neck and collar bone “besides secret flirting at work is great. We’re getting pretty good at it”

“Don’t start something you can’t finish” Peter said “go to lunch”

“Fine” You huffed getting out of bed and going to the draw of clothes you had started to compile. It scared you a little at how fast you and Peter were moving. When all this started you told yourself to take it slow but everything felt good and you never noticed truly how fast you and Peter were moving until you took a step back and look at everything. In the moment, everything is perfect. “What’s your plan for today?”

“Probably just do some work. Might head into the office. How long do you think lunch will go?”

“Not sure I’ll message you” you smiled pulling your shoes on. Peter got out of bed to walk you to the door.

“Bye” you leaned up and pecked his lips.

“Bye” he said, leaning down to kiss you again.

The ride over to lunch you were dreading seeing your brother and mother. You really did hate lying to them about Peter. You were surprised they hadn’t figured it out already. Normally the 3 of you could pick up easy when another was lying. Maybe they knew and weren’t saying anything…. that couldn’t be it there was no way, they are Cuban, all they do is talk.

“Nice of you to join us” Rafael says with a smirk as you sit down in your usual seat at your usual table in your family’s favourite cafe.

“I’m 5 minutes late” you rolled your eyes and kisses your mothers cheek.

“You normally always get here before me… have a wild night did we?” Rafael’s smirk seemed to me permanently attached to his face.

“No just a little bit of traffic Rafi geez” you order your food and lunch went the way it normally did. Your mother trying to get every detail about your life. She asked you if you were dating anyone, she asked Rafael about Sonny and you even talked about work a little. At first you tried not to bring up SVU for Rafael but he insisted he was fine.

“…but we got him easily. Stone got the conviction pretty much as soon as he started opening” you shrugged

“How is everything going with Stone?” Rafael asked

“What do you mean?” You frowned

“Sonny just made a comment the other day that the two of you seem to be getting along better” Rafael shrugged. Your eyes flicked over to the door as you saw someone who looked suspicious walk through the door. You frowned slightly “hello… y/n”

“What… oh yeah, well kinda had to get used to him. He’s not going anywhere and I didn’t want to lose my job so had to get used to him” you shrugged not taking your eyes off the man at the counter.

“What are you looking at?” Your mum asked

“That guy he-“

“Everyone get on the ground!” The man yelled pulling out a gun. Screams were heard as people dropped to the floor.

“-looks suspicious” you finished as you laid on the ground next to your mum.

“Nobody move!”

“Do you have your gun?” Rafael whispered

“Oh yeah you know I’m off duty going to have lunch with my brother and my mum of course I have my gun with me- no of course I don’t! I wasn’t expecting to need it” You hissed at him. You slowly moved your hand to your pocket to grab your phone.

“Hey!” The man pointed his gun at you “I said no moving! Show me your hands”

“It’s okay” you said quickly holding your hands up “I don’t have anything” the man moved around the room. you started to slowly get off the ground “Rafi text Sonny”

“What are you doing? Y/n get down” Rafael whispered. As you stood up the man turned to you pointing his gun at you.

“Get on the ground!” He yelled

“I haven’t got anything” you held your hands up “I just wanna talk”

“Why?” He sneered

“Because my name is y/n Barba I’m a detective for the NYPD” you said “but! I don’t have my gun, my cuffs not even my badge” you moved your jacket to show your hips to prove there was no gun. “I just want to talk”

“Why? I could just shoot you right now”

“You’re right you could” you nodded “probably make things easier for you. Although then you would have murdered an NYPD officer and that probably isn’t the best idea”

“Get on the ground”

“I can’t. Not until you tell me why you are doing this? If you let me I can help you” you said trying to stall him.

“I just wanted the money” he said his gun never moving from you

“You could have just left when they didn’t give it to you”

“No! I need something! And if taking hostages means I get it then I will. If I have to kill somebody I will”

“The police will be here soon. You could leave now and get a head start” you said

“Not when an NYPD officer has seen me” he said moving closer and closer to you. Then. He stopped. The sounds of sirens getting closer distracted him. You took your chance, lunging at the man and attempting to take his gun. The two of you wrestled for it until there was a loud bang.

“Y/n!” Rafael yelled getting to his feet. You doubled over in pain as you felt blood deep through your shirt.

“Well this isn’t good” you mumbled as Rafael grabbed a hold of you.

“It’s gonna be a okay, y/n, hang on” Rafael whispered.

Rafael paced around the waiting room. When you had been shot a man not to far from the shooter took his chance to grab the man and get the gun. Luckily police showed up as well and you were taken to hospital. Sonny and Amanda met you at the hospital. Amanda was on her phone while Sonny sat next to your mum trying to console her.

“What is taking so long!” Rafael yelled “why haven’t they told us anything!”

“No news is good news I guess” Amanda said “everyone is on there way”

“Rafi” Sonny held his hand out to Rafael to make him sit. Reluctantly, Rafael sat with Sonny as Fin, Nick and Mike came in.

“Please god don’t take her”

Peter sat in his office, trying to focus on the files in front of him. But every two minuets he was checking his phone, waiting for your text to tell him lunch was over.

“Knock knock” Liv said opening the office door

“Hey Liv” Peter greeted

“Here’s those files” Liv smiled handing the papers to Peter.

“Thanks, you didn’t have to they could have waited until tomorrow” Peter said

“It’s okay. Noah is at a sleepover anyway I wasn’t doing anything” Liv shrugged “anyway what are you doing working on a Sunday don’t-“ she was cut off by her phone ringing “Carisi what’s up?” Peter watched at her face fell “I’ll be right there”

“What’s wrong?” Peter frowned

“Y/n has been shot” Peter felt the colour drain from his face.

Shot… No… that couldn’t be… she was just having lunch… he thought to himself

“What hospital?” He said although it was barely audible

“St Vincent’s” Liv said. Peter jumped from his seat and practically ran out of his office, Liv in tow. The entire drive to the hospital Peter prayed. He wasn’t religious at all, but he needed something in this moment. Something to hold onto because the thought of losing you was too much. Liv pulled up to the hospital, Peter barely let the car stop before jumping out and running into the building.

She’s gonna be okay… she’s gonna be okay… he told himself like a mantra. She has to be okay….

Liv pushed the door open to the waiting room that revealed the squad.

“Where is she? Is she okay?” Peter asked scanning the room for Rafael. “Where’s her mum? Barba?”

“The doctor just came and got them” Amanda pointed to the room they were standing in front of. There you laid, hooked up to wires and machines. You looked so pale. It physically hurt Peter to see you like this. Rafael and your mum sat by your side.

“H-h-how… uh… how is s-s-she?” Peter asked his eyes not leaving you. He could see your eyes slowly moving to open.

“She’s gonna be okay. Bullet missed all the vital organs. She lost a lot of blood but she’ll make a fully recovery” Sonny said. Peter breathed a sigh of relief as he saw your eyes open. He couldn’t stop the smile forming on his lips.

“Thanks god” Peter sighed, rubbing his hands over his face to stop him from letting the tears he felt in his eyes from spilling over. Suddenly Rafael looked out the window, his eyes right on Peter. Rafael stood from his chair and came out to the squad.

“She’s asking for you” He glared straight at Peter.

“Oh Mija” you heard your mother cry. Your body ached as you slowly opened your eyes. It took a moment for them to adjust to the overly bright room.

“Y/n” Rafael whispered taking your hand squeezing it slightly. It came back to you. That you were in hospital, that you had been shot. You looked from your brother to your mother but it was the figure at the window that had your attention.

Peter

“What was that Mija?” Your mum asked

“Peter” you should louder not taking your eyes off him” I want Peter” Rafael followed your eyes to the ADA. He frowned, slowly standing up and going to the door.

“She’s asking for you” Rafael said. Peter quickly ran through the door and was by your side. Not caring about who saw.

“Y/n” Peter whispered grabbing your hand and placing his forehead on yours

“Hi” you smiled weakly up at him “I got shot”

“Yeah I can see that” Peter chuckled

“I didn’t mean to I promise”

“I’m glad…” silence fell over the room for a couple of moments. Rafael coughed to break it.

“Rafi…. Mami… this is Peter Stone… my boyfriend” you smiled. Never had you said that out loud before. Boyfriend. It sounded good.

“Your what?” Rafael asked

“My boyfriend” you repeated

“Oh Mija” your mum cried with happiness before hugging you.

“So you are dating the ADA that took my job?” Rafael asked crossing his arms

“You are dating my partner” you threw back at him “besides you said you were fine with him taking your job”

“Yeah taking my job not dating my little sister” Rafael said

“Rafael” your mother warned him

“You hurt her and you will wish you had put me in prison” Rafael glared at Peter, moving towards him. At this point the rest of the squad had come into the room. Sonny was by Rafael’s side pulling him back by his arm.

“I don’t plan on it” Peter stood his ground, not afraid of your Rafael

“Okay cool now that we have all the marcho crap out the way” you rolled your eyes, you pulled on Peter’s hand, the one that you hadn’t let go of since he had walked in the room, and pulled him in for a kiss.

“I love you” Peter whispered

“I love you more” you smiled back at him. You looked over Rafael “Rafi please, I’m happy. He makes me as happy as Sonny makes you” Rafael stared at you for a moment.

“…Fine. But watch your back Stone. I wasn’t threatening you, I was making a promise”

“Noted” Peter nodded before kissing you again.

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