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hwangsies · 4 years

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(n) the state of becoming infatuated with another person

pairing: hyunjin x female reader

summary: you haven’t spoken a word to hyunjin since he ghosted you after a fun new years eve together, so what’s the worst that could happen when fate (or chaeryong,...well, same thing) pairs you up for a road trip across the country?

warnings: e2l (ish), university student!au, non idol!au ,a lot of swearing. alcohol consumption,long flashback, mentions of infidelity, hyunjin is a giggly sweetheart, smut as in: dom!hyunjin, unprotected sex (wrap it up luvs),fingering, oral (f recieving), slight choking, praise kink, hand & strenght kink (manhandleing oopsie), slight overstimulation, hyunjin is really enthusiastic about consent (as you should be, periodt), reader is nervous and scared of hyunjins big pickle (ew i hate myself), motel sex (but it’s not trashy i promise!)

8.6 k words ,meaning grab a snack and a drink,

and enjoy!<3

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"alright everyone" your professor rubs his hands together "that was it for today... i hope you all have a great break and i'm very exited to see all of you again next semester. hopefully in person again" he chuckles.

You and your classmates exchange goodbyes with him before one after the other exits the zoom call.

"fuck" you sigh after closing your laptop and lean back on your bed.

"you did it girl" your dormmate chaeryong claps, at which you giggle before shifting your eyes to her on the other side of the room.

She's sitting on her bed, folding her clothes before putting it in her suitcase thats placed in front of her.

"finally" you sit up and watch her roll up a pair of socks.

"my last class was yesterday and mrs kim teared up" she giggles "it was kinda cute not gonna lie"

"oh god" you snicker.

"hey did you find someone to take to yongin?" you ask, remebering chearyong talking about wanting to find someone to share gas expenses with in exchange for a ride to her hometown.

"oh yea, i did" she turn to you "i think you know him, seo changbin?"

You furrow your brows in thought, you feel like you've heard of the name.

"he's a music major, one year above us, hes also from yongin" she continues folding a pair of jeans "funny you'd ask actually cause he told me one of his friends was looking for a ride to seoul, isn't that where you're going?"

"Yea i was thinking about finding someone honestly because gas is really fucking expensive if you aint rich" you say, placing your laptop onto your nightstand.

"Mm you aint gotta tell me girl" chaeryong mumbles, folding a sweatshirt.

"so who's that friend?" you ask, stretching out on your bed.

"he's in his grade, hyunjin"

Your neck almost cracks from how fats you whip your head “hwang hyunjin?”

"Oh yea" she points at you "you know him?"

"unfortunately" you huff.

"o-oh, what"s the tea?" your roommate wiggles her brows at which you shake your head.

"nothing much really" you sigh, leaning back again "he's just like the most arrogant and stuck up fuckboy ever"

"wow, well thats not nothing" chaeryong laughs "any reason as to why you think that?"

"you could probably ask any girl on campus and she'll tell you the same" you scoff.

"really girl?" chaeryong squints an eye at you playfully "cause i've only heard of him being hot but never of him being a hoe. And you know i'm the first to know the hot gossip" she winks.

Laughing defeatedly, running your hand through your hair.

"it's just- we hit it off at the campus' new years eve party, like really hit it off- at least thats what i thought"

"oooh spill it spill it" chaeryong leaps over to your bed to sit at the end of it.

"well there's really not much to spill, i gave him my number and he was talking all that smack about taking me out and stuff aaand to make a long story short i never heard from him again"

"well" chaeryong speaks slowly, biting her lip guiltily "i dont think you'll be very happy about me giving changbin your number for him, then?"

"you did what???" your eyes almost pop out of your head.

"sooorryy" she jumps up from your bed, clutching her hands apologetically "i didnt know"

"aaaaarghh" you whine, burying your face in your pillow.

"maybe he won't even text you though" chaeryong tries to console you, but the damage is already done...

unknown number - hey i got this number from changbin, i heard you're driving up to seoul, i'd love to tag along if you're looking for someone to share expenses with -recieved at 9:12 am

You huff looking at the message on your phone.

After chaeryong had left last night you really convinced yourself that he couldn't possibly dare to reach out to you.

But here you are reading his message after just waking up, and your day is already ruined.

you - who is this? - sent at 9:56 am

You know who it is, but you're not going to give him the satisfaction of thinking that you do.

Scoffing when he answers almost immediately.

unknown number - this is hyunjin, did i reach the right person? - recieved at 9:57 am

You have two choices at this point.

1. be petty and bitter about a boy who probably doesn't even remember you.

Or 2. move on and help someone who is also just trying to get home and also maybe get some closure.

So you curse your mother for rasing you so well and suck it up.

you - yea sure, i planned on leaving tomorrow at around 6 pm - sent at 10:02 am

Damn you and your common human decency.

he sus - oh okay great :) i only have one suitcase and a backpack btw so i wont take up alot of space or anything - recieved at 10:05 am

he sus - also i feel weird bc i dont know ur name or anything changbin literally just sent me the number and nothing else lol, also 6 sounds good should we meet at the main building then? -sent at 10:06 am

You're quite honestly not shocked that he seems nice over text because he was the same when you met on new years eve.

you - sure lets meet at the main building, my car is white and my name is y/n - sent at 10:09 am

Cringing as you press the send button because you are 99% certain he won't answer anymore; not that you'd care, obviously.

he sus - alright y/n see you tomorrow at 6 then :) - recieved at 10:14 am

You raise your brows when your phone lights up with his message, does he really not remember you?

Was he that drunk?

Well, it doesnt matter because you don't want to pay for all this gas alone and he seems to be the next best option to fix that.

So you shrug it off and get out off bed to run some last errands and start packing.

Your heart is beating unreasonably fast when you take a turn towards the main building at 5:55 pm the next day.

Calm down y/n it’ll just be 5 hours and who says you have to talk to him?

However you do know deep in your heart that you only wanted to arrive just a little early so you could complain about him being late.

That plan got cut short because your eyes fall on him as you pull up to the main building.

He’s- oh my god he’s blonde. You stop your car and he looks up at you.

“it is you!” hyunjin smiles at you when you step out of the car.

“who else would it be?” you ask, a little irritated at his reaction.

His face drops a bit when he sees you clearly annoyed by him, but the doesn’t blame you; he’d be mad too.

You open your trunk for him to put his weirdly small suitcase into, looking him up and down as he lifts it inside.

He’s wearing dark baggy pants and a windbreaker jacket, the top part of his chin-length blonde hair is pulled back into a messy ponytail.

He seemed to have bulked up as well, shoulders looking broader than what you remember.

The hair is different than the jet black hair that you remember on him, but it suits him very well; to be honest he would look good in any hair colour, not that you’d care though.

The first thirty minutes of the ride go by agonizingly slow and in complete silence.

When you drive onto the freeway you can’t take it anymore and mumble something among the lines of ‘wanna listen to some music?’.

You don’t wait for an answer, pressing the radio button right as you finish your sentence.

“uh, actually” hyunjin starts, his hand lifting to turn the radio back off, your eyes snap towards him, is he serious? Turning off your radio in your car?

“I wanted to address this situation” he says rather quietly.

You scoff “what? You realized that this is awkward just now?”

“no- I mean- yes I understand why you would think that but I just really want a chance to explain myself” he stutters.

“explain yourself” you repeat after him before mumbling “sure because there’s so much to explain”

“listen, I know you think I’m an asshole who just ghosted you b-“

“listen, I can handle rejection, you could’ve just said that you weren’t looking for something serious and I would’ve accepted that. The thing I’m mad about though is you literally making false promises and shit”

Hyunjin blinks at you “can I please just explain to you what happened?”

You let out a long huff “sure” you wave your hand “go ahead”

“when you and your friends left at around 4, you wrote your number on my arm with your eyeliner, correct?” he asks.

Glancing over at him, you nod.

“after you where gone, I was already pretty drunk but then my friends decided to drag me with them to a different party that was still going” you see him fiddling with his hands in your peripheral “well I got super fucking shitfaced at that party and ended up puking on this one guys shoes”

You raise your eyebrows and hold back a laugh, which he notices.

“its okay you can laugh” he chuckles as well.

“anyways that guy was not very happy about it and busted my lip before kicking me and my friends out, so then back in the dorm my roommate sat me in the shower because I was full of alcohol, blood and puke”

“ew” you chime in.

“and when I woke up the next morning your number was gone” hyunjin looks over at you “we don’t have any mutual friends, I didn’t know what your major is so I couldn’t even asks for you in the administrating office, and then the covid lockdown happened and here we are”

“you called the administrating office?” you look over at him, he nods a little smile on his stupid pretty lips.

“yep, so, sorry to tell you but your eyeliner is not waterproof” he jokes at which you playfully knit your brows at him.

“believe me, I wanted to text you. I really wanted to take you out; and when you sent me your name yesterday I didn’t know if this was a lucky coincidence or if you’re a different y/n, that’s why I didn’t say anything” he explains.

You take a deep breath as you realize you have to apologize for going off on him just now, you believe him but you hate apologizing.

“well, I feel like an ass for going off on you like that after hearing all this” you chuckle “I’m sorry” you eye him shortly before looking back on the road.

“it’s okay, you don’t have to apologize I get how it looked, very much sus” he laughs with you.

Coming back to your car after you took a bathroom break on a highway rest-stop, you see hyunjin sitting in the drivers seat.

“what do you think you’re doing?” you smile as you sit down on the passenger seat.

“I thought maybe you’d like to sleep since its dark already and you’ve been driving for almost 3 hours” he suggests while putting on his seatbelt.

“well, I wont say no to that” you shrug and put your seatbelt on as well.

“so when did you go blonde?” you ask curiously.

“uh- around end of june” hyunjin chuckles “it was a dare if I’m being honest but I ended up liking it and got it redone”

“oh okay” you check out his profile once more and follow his hair with your eyes “I like it”

“yea?”

“yea, which is weird cause I’m usually not into blondes at all” you wonder.

“hm” he grins “must be me then” he says before winking at you.

“pfff, in your dreams” you rebuttal playfully, at which he laughs and mumbles a ‘true’.

You don’t react to it because you think your ears are playing tricks on you.

“hey I have a question too” hyunjin says.

“what’s up” you lean your arm against the window as you look over at him.

His face is slightly lit by the lights of the other cars, no seriously, how can a side profile be so perfect?

“why did you even agree to take me with you if you thought I ghosted you?” he grins.

You laugh “well, I’m a nice person and I know not a lot of people there are from seoul and my mom raised me right, okay?”

“okay okay” he giggles, the way his eyes crinkle when he does makes you smile everytime.

“or…did you have such a good time with me on new years that you just had to jump on this opportunity?” he quips, carefully stealing a peek at you.

“sure, why do you think I was so upset when you didn’t text” you feign sadness.

The both of you laugh before falling into comfortable silence.

When looking outside your window, you think back to said new years eve.

-(flashback)

“oh my god” you said, stepping into the big hall that usually is the universities gym. But whoever planned this outdid themselves.

A dj was placed on one of the tribunes and a whole buffet of drinks and punches on the other, as well as a big disco ball hanging from the ceiling, making the room shimmery and shiny.

You could see people coming out of the doors that connected into the universities hall on one side and into the locker rooms on the others, as if it wasn’t already packed.

“this is fucking insane” lia, your roommate from last semester, squeaked while grabbing your arm and jumping a little, her voice overpowering the blasting music..

“I wanna get fucking hammered tonight” you turned to her.

“oh babe don’t worry, we didn’t come here to drink soda” she laughed before spotting some of your other friends.

About five minutes before midnight you and some more girls gathered at the buffet of drinks and started doing shots.

You all had decided that instead of kissing someone at 12 o’clock you’d ring in 2020 with a shot, because alcohol can’t cheat on you.

You were laughing at something when some people started the countdown.

10!

“HAPPY NEW YEAR”

Every one shouted and celebrated in union as you downed your shot.

“happy new year babe” lia hugged you after downing hers.

“happy new year!” you shouted into her ear, full of relief that this stressful year was over.

“lets do another one” she grinned widely after your whole friend group had shared their wishes with each other.

A girl you didn’t know very well handed you another shot, just as you emptied your glass you heard a guy yell something before stumbling into your back.

“jesus” you stumbled forward a bit before turning around, ready to throw someone a dirty look.

“I’m so sorry, are you okay?” in front of you suddenly stood a tall dark haired young man with almost too perfect facial features, frowning a little out of concern.

“nothing happened” you smiled, taking a step towards him so he’d hear you better.

“I’m glad” he replied, a grin slowly stretched across his handsome face

“I’m y/n” you giggled as you held out your hand.

His eyes crinkled with his smile as he took your hand in his “I’m hyunjin” he said before pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.

“okay guys let her have her fun lets go over there” you hear lia usher your friends away from behind you.

“happy new year y/n” he said before instinctively pulling you a little closer to him when a group of people passed behind you.

“happy new year hyunjin” you replied, a slow blush creeping on your face from how intensely he was taking in your appearance.

“well yea happy fucking new years to me for running into you” he joked before taking a sip, your brain wasn’t able to function anymore so you just giggled and nervously pushed your hair behind your ear.

It had been way too long since you’d talked to a guy, especially someone as attractive as him

“you’re fucking stunning” hyunjin complimented you and lifted your hand with his to make you spin for him, to which you complied because you took a long time getting ready and always appreciate being appreciated.

“thank you” you were crimson red by now but hoped he wouldn’t see because of the dimmed lights.

“how come I’ve never seen you around? I would’ve remembered you” he tilted his head.

“oh this was my first year here and I live on the other side of campus so…” you nodded slowly “but yea I would’ve remembered you too”

He grinned before downing his drink and putting on the table next to the both of you.

“wanna dance?”

That’s how you found yourself on the dance floor with hyunjin pressed against your back.

Slowly but surely the alcohol made you braver; and it didn’t take long for the dj to play perfect songs to grind yourself against his toned body to.

His reaction was instant, hands gripping even harder at your waist and his own movements matching your own.

You looked back at him just to have the air knocked out of your lungs, a barely there sheen of sweat was covering his forehead; his pupils were dilated and his lips were slightly parted before his tongue swiftly swept over his lower lip.

He looked like sex on legs and moved like it too.

His plump lips formed into a grin when he noticed you staring, you didn’t know if it was the alcohol running through your system but you so desperately wanted to kiss him.

“can’t stop looking at you either, pretty” he lowered his head to mumble against your cheek before pressing a kiss there.

“you’re so goddamn sexy” you blurted out as you turned around to face him, running one of your hands through his dark hair before positioning them on his firm chest.

He threw back his head as his chest vibrated with laughter.

“don’t laugh at me” you laughed as you locked eyes again.

“you’re cute when you’re drunk” hyunjin brought one hand to your face to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

“you dont even know me sober” you giggle “also i’m not drunk!” you protested playfully, his hands found your waist in the meantime to pull you flush to his body; at which you gasped almost inaudibly.

“oh really?” he looked down at you, clearly amused “didn’t you drink like 5 shots half an hour ago?”

“well well well, I didn’t know I had an audience” you countered, looping your arms around his neck.

Hyunjin prodded at the inside of his cheek with his tongue before looking away for a swift second, slightly embarrassed because he just exposed himself.

You felt yourself gush a little when he licked his lips again after bringing his gaze back to you.

“so you almost knocked me over on purpose?” you grinned even bigger when he shook his head laughingly.

“listen” he chuckled, leaning down unnecessarily close because you could hear him perfectly fine but you weren’t going to complain.

“I actually didn’t run into you on purpose, that was my friends doing after he saw me notice you” he said.

You mouthed an ‘ahh’ while nodding, feigning disbelief.

“I’m serious” hyunjin laughed “I still have to thank him later; I would’ve probably chickened out”

He got quieter at the end of his sentence, his eyes jumping to your lips when you wet your lower lip with your tongue quickly.

“i-m glad he pushed you then” you replied, trying to hide the fact that your heart was pumping your blood in record time.

“yea” he inched his face closer to yours as you tilted your chin up to meet him in the middle “me too”

His eyes switched from your lips to your eyes one more time before closing the gap between the both of you.

His lips were firm but soft at the same time in the way they moulded against yours, you swore you could hear lia squealing from somewhere but maybe you were just hearing things.

But when his tongue touched yours in the most tentative way you lost contact to what was going on around you, slinging your arms tighter around his neck and deepening the kiss.

A tiny groan escaped hyunjins throat when you carded your fingers through his hair to tug on it and release some of the adrenalin that rushed through you.

He was slow and explorative and let you take control from time to time before sucking on your lower lip and making you loose it.

You didn’t know how many songs had passed; to be honest you didn’t even remember what song was playing when you started kissing.

All you knew in that moment was hyunjins lightly flushed cheeks, swollen lips and dark glistening eyes.

“let’s go somewhere else?” he questioned in a whisper when you bit your lip, nodding at his question.

He grabbed your hand in his before manoeuvring the both of you through the dancing and celebrating crowd.

Before you knew it, hyunjin pulled you into the entrance hall of the university where multiple people had the same idea as you.

Couples scattered across the big room, some just talking, most of them however making out heavily.

“come on” he softly tugged at your hand, smiling when your gaze falls on him.

He lead you up the big flight of stairs onto a floor of the building you’ve never been to, stopping in front of a random room before pulling a small set of keys out of his back pocket.

After unlocking the door, he opened it to let you step inside.

It was a dance studio, the wall right across from you was just one huge mirror through which you could see the big couch in the back of the room and the water dispensers next to it.

“why do you have the keys for this room?” you asked, giggling.

Hyunjin grinned as he closed the door “I’m a dance major, we all have keys for the practice rooms”

“that’s so cool” you beamed “I wish I could dance” you looked around the room, walking towards the mirrored wall a little bit.

“you were moving just fine earlier” hyunjin came up behind you, nimble hands finding your waist as he looked you up and down through the mirror intensely, now that you were under the bright lights of the room.

You couldn’t help but to smile a little at that, the tight little glitter dress that you had chosen really did accentuate your curves in the best way possible, paired with the cute black heels which made your legs look way longer than they actually are.

“but that was like club sexy dancing, you know?” you elaborated.

“hm” he hummed amusedly “whats wrong with sexy club dancing?” you turned around to him.

He didn’t look to shabby himself, all in black, a chic button up with some jeans and a belt; accessorized with rings on his pretty fingers, a dainty silver necklace and some small earrings.

Some might say he was underdressed, but the way he carried himself with such confidence, and that face of his must for sure be a panty dropper, you thought.

“nothing but… I don’t know, teach me something” you pleaded.

“what do you want me to teach you?” he laughed.

“I don’t know a pirouette or something” you suggested, laughing as well.

“okay” he grinned “this is like the base stance” he positioned himself correctly before looking at you to see if you were following his instructions.

“mhm” you hummed, replicating what he was doing.

“and then you get momentum with one leg to be able to swing yourself around, like this” hyunjin explained before executing a perfect pirouette and ending it back in the base stance.

“that was fast” you chuckled.

“your turn” he grins before moving behind you “try to keep your eyes on yourself in the mirror otherwise you’ll loose balance”

“okay” you said unsurely.

“I’ll catch you if you fall” he winked at you, at which you scoff playfully before carefully swinging yourself into a pirouette.

You landed on wobbly legs but before you could tip over hyunjin stabilized you with a firm grip on your hips.

“you’re a natural” he grinned at you through the mirror.

“well thank you” you playfully feigned cockiness before he spun you around himself.

A few seconds pass of the both of you taking in each others features in silence, the only thing you could hear was the faint music of the party downstairs, before hyunjin spoke up.

“can I kiss you?”

You fell into giggles again as you let your forehead rest against his collarbone before looking up again “we’ve kissed before”

“yea but that was like a moment and I don’t want to catch you off guard or anything” he mumbles cutely.

“mm” you nod “ you can kiss me”

And with a smile, he does.

You weren’t surprised when his first gentle ministrations turned into more desperate ones rather quickly because you could feel the warmth spread in your lower regions as well.

He walked the both of you over to the couch, only parting from your lips when he sat down on the black leather material of the couch.

“come here, pretty girl” he took your hand to help you straddle him, your dress riding up but you couldn’t care less if he saw your safety shorts, and he didn’t seem to care either by the way he feverishly connected your lips again.

His hands travelled down to squeeze at your waist before smoothing over your ass and grabbing a handful of each cheek, you moaned into the kiss when you realized how big his hands were.

Your own hands were squeezing at his shoulders before one moved into his soft hair while the other softly rested on his cheek.

The kiss was messy and desperate, teeth clinking together and tongues licking at each other.

The things that riled you up the most however were his groans and praises.

“you’re so fucking sexy” he groaned before moving down to kiss at your jaw and down your neck.

A needy whimper escaped from your throat when he started suckling the sensitive skin at the base of your throat.

“fuck-hyunjin” you moaned when his teeth grazed over your clavicle.

Your hands fumbled before landing on his belt, at which he pulled away from your skin, gently taking your hands off of his belt.

“I’d love to take you out first, actually” his pretty kiss swollen lips twitched up into a shy smile as he pants.

“oh” you were taken aback, you were almost certain that this was something regular for him “I thought-“

“I mean if you just want to fuck we can fuck of course” he chuckled “but- I actually think you’re really cute and fun and I’d love to get to know you better”

Your mouth stood a little agape “uh- I mean-I” you stuttered, your brain not functioning properly because of the alcohol running through your veins but also him!

“its okay if you just want, you know-“

“no!” you blurted out all over sudden, making him flinch a little “sorry, uhm- its just been a while since I had a date” you smile apologetically.

His expression visibly brightens “that’s okay” he giggled “so is that a yes?”

You grinned, leaning in to just barely brush your lips with his, his head twitching upwards in an attempt to connect them fully.

“yes” you whispered, at which he smiled brightly before pulling your in for a kiss by your neck.

-(flashback end)

“y/n”

“hey, y/n” you grumble when you feel someone gently rocking your shulder.

“mmm-what?” you peek your eyes open just to see hyunjin smile at you.

“good morning sunshine” he teases as you sit up in your seat when you realize you aren’t driving anymore.

“just kidding its not morning” he says as you look around your car, realizing your on a parking lot.

“where the fuck are we?” you whip your head towards him “did you bring me here to kill me? kidnap me?”

“wha?- no” he laughs “no, I’m sorry. Right after you fell asleep there was this huge traffic jam because of an accident and we stood there for almost 3 hours so I drove off and found this” he points out the rear window, where you see a small motel building.

You look back at him before checking the time on your phone, seeing it was indeed almost midnight.

“fuck” you swear to yourself.

“I didn’t know if you wanted to keep driving because I was getting tired so I thought maybe-“ hyunjin starts rambling guiltily, not wanting you to thing that this was an attempt to get in your pants.

“hey” you put your hand on his shoulder after taking off your seatbelt “this is good, you made the right decision I think we both could use some sleep” you say.

You each take your suitcases and walk inside, it’s an old building but it looks pretty clean for a motel off of the highway.

“good evening you two” an old lady sits behind the, probably just as old, reception.

“good evening, could we get 2 single rooms, please” hyunjin speaks up politely.

“I’m afraid we only have 2 double bed rooms available, if you’d like to take them, they will however be more expensive than the rooms for one” she explains politely.

“its okay, we’ll take one of those, please” you decide, hyunjins head snapping towards you.

“is that okay?” you ask him.

“yea- sure” he nods.

“alright, room 301 it is” she hands you the key before stating that you’ll have to checkout before 12 pm and what the room costs.

“do you accept card?” hyunjin asks at which the friendly old lady nods before taking his card and swiping it through her little machine.

“I’ll venmo you half of what you paid” you say after unlocking room 301.

He tsk’s at you before shaking his head “don’t, it was my idea so I’ll pay”

“are you sure?” you ask closing the door behind you when he turns on the lights.

“yup-oh” he exclaims.

“this room is cute” you say, it’s small but the walls are a soft sunflower yellow, decorated with paintings of autumn leaves .

The bed looks clean, and when you smell the mouse gray blankets and pillows, they smell fresh as well.

“stop smelling the pillows” hyunjin laughs.

“I’ve never been to a motel, I thought everything would be dirty or ancient” you confess comically.

He chuckles as he comes out of the small bathroom “the bathroom is clean too, don’t worry” he says when you look at him expectantly.

“I’ll sleep on the floor if you want” he offers as you open your suitcase to get out your toothbrush and pj’s.

“it’s fine, hyunjin I’ve slept in the same bed as a male before” you joke.

“well how am I supposed to know that?” he counters, at which you throw your pj shorts at him out of reflex.

When you realize what you had done it was too late, he was already holding them out in front of him before giggling.

“very cute choice” he mocks the small white shorts with red hearts all over it.

“stoop” you whine, trying to fish it out of his hands but he holds them over his head like a kindergartener.

“I remember why I don’t like you” you pout, crossing your arms.

His face drops alongside with his arms “I thought we were past that”

You use his moment of weakness to snatch your shorts out of his hands “gotcha”

“see I told you I was gonna take you out” hyunjin beams at you before looking down at the various snacks he took from the motels vending machine, which were laying in between the both of you on the bed.

“and so luxurious too” you joke, crossing your legs.

“only the best for you” he grins when you open a pack of fruit jellies.

“you know, I was thinking about new years” you say “ and I realized that it was your fault!”

Hyunjin throws his head back as he groans playfully “why?”

“if you hadn’t lost your phone when we got back downstairs, I wouldn’t have had to write my number on your arm; or you could’ve just given me your number and I could’ve text you. But you didn’t even know your own number!” you laugh in reminiscence.

“listen” he laughs “I was drunk and you’re hot! I couldn’t think” he defends himself before taking a bite off a chocolate bar.

You blush a little but play it off with a laugh.

“but yes, I admit, it was indeed my fault” he dramatically holds his hand in front of his eyes.

“yeeees!” you exclaim victoriously.

“I’m kidding though” you pat his knee “I forgive you”

“I’m glad” he smiles.

After the both of you are done eating way too many sweets, you find yourself being really comfortable when talking to hyunjin.

He’s funny, doesn’t seem like he’s full of himself and just in general seems like a very kind person.

“I thought you were a fuckboy when me met” you confess, looking at him.

Propped on one elbow looking down at you, while you lay on your side towards him, his face illuminated only by the little lights on each of your nightstands.

“you did?” he asks confusedly.

“yea” you chuckle “you were so confident and…sexy I don’t know” you place your hand over your face in embarrassment.

“oh that was the liquid courage talking, I’m usually pretty shy” he shakes his head smilingly when you peek through your fingers.

“don’t lie” you push his shoulder softly.

“I’m serious!” he laughs.

“you were the first guy to approach me at a party” you pause “like ever”

“no way, you’re lying now” he furrows his brows.

“nope” you shake your head.

“but I was really close to not talking to you as well, I’m sure there were many guys before me that just didn’t have the liquid courage, like I did” he speculates.

“maybe” you say.

“have any exes?” he asks after a few seconds.

“yea, one”

“well how did you meet him?”

“he showed me around on my first day of freshman year, I transferred like in the middle of the first semester so I wasn’t with any other freshmen” you tell him.

“why’d you break up if I may ask?” hyunjin asks carefully.

“oh we were only together for like three weeks, you can’t even call I relationship. He used me to make his hot ex jealous and cheated on me with her” you say “but hey they’re back together at least” you scoff.

“i’m sorry” he mumbles at which you look up at him.

“it’s not your fault” you chuckle.

“well, still no one should feel that way” he says “you know that you were way too good for him right?”

You nod.

“what about you? Have any exes?” you ask back.

He snickers “only one in seoul”

“why didn’t you last?”

“it was a long distance situation, she was super jealous and couldn’t trust me. which I can understand to a certain degree but everytime I went out she wanted me to facetime her and show her what kinds of people were there with me. That was just too much” he explains.

“wow” you chuckle “that doesn’t sound fun either”

Hyunjin shakes his head “nope, but hey we got rid of ‘em, didn’t we?”

“yea” you giggle “plus if I hadn’t broken up with him I would’ve probably never gone to the new years eve party”

“I guess I owe him something then” he grins as you scooch up on the bed.

“can I kiss you?” you ask after a few seconds of silence.

“hm?” hyunjins eyes almost spring out of his head.

“I don’t want to catch you off guard” you grin as you repeat his words from the night you met, sitting up.

He licks his lower lip as a grin stretches over his face as he sits up as well “do your worst”

You get up on your knees to shuffle over to him, when you get close enough hyunjin grabs one of your thighs and lifts it over his legs so you’re straddling him.

Once you sit down on his lap, your eyes lock again and you’re once again baffled as to how someone can be so god damn attractive.

His eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips expectantly, a shaky breath leaving his lips when you lean in.

Your lips connect and it feels like all the pent up energy of liking him since that night finally gets set free, sparks glowing behind your lit and his hands leaving a trail of fire where ever they go.

They squeeze at your thighs and waist, pulling you impossibly close to himself.

A whimper tears from your throat when his tongue licks at yours, he tastes like chocolate and what could only be described as him.

He moans into the kiss when you tug at the blonde locks that weren’t pulled back into the ponytail; before pulling the hair tie out of his hair to free it and finally card your fingers through all of the blonde glory.

Before you realize what’s going on, hyunjin lifts the both of you before dropping you on your back and crawling above you.

The fact that he just lifted the both of you from a sitting position as if you weigh nothing makes you feel all types of hot.

“you’re so hot holy shit” you pant as you push his long hair out of his face.

“ditto” he only grins before attaching his lips to your exposed collarbone and sucking a bruise into the skin.

“take it off” you moan as you tug on the dark blue calvin klein shirt he’s wearing.

His lips release the skin of your collarbone before sitting up to pull the shirt over his head.

If your mouth wasn’t already open from your heavy breathing, you would’ve opened it now because his body is more sculpted and toned than you had expected.

Your hand lifts to smooth over his abs, muscles flexing as he connects your lips again.

His one hand slides from your waist up to cup one of your breasts, gently palming the soft flesh.

“I know I said I wanted to take you out first but-“ he mumbles against your lips.

“you bought me a lovely dinner” you interrupt him, threading your fingers through the hair that’s falling down into his vision.

He grins, dropping a short peck to your lips before his the grin gets wiped off his face “I don’t have a condom with me”

“I’m on the pill” you let him know “I got tested before the lockdown and I haven’t been with anyone since soo…”

“yea, me too, I was tested a few months ago” he nods.

You nod back, biting your lip as you absently play with his hair.

“do you trust me?” hyunjin asks, observing your demeanour.

“yea- yea I do I’m just nervous” you smile awkwardly.

“no” he coos before kissing you “why are you nervous?”

“just haven’t been with anyone for a while” you confess.

Hyunjin nods understandingly “if you don’t want to do this we’ll stop”

“no I really want to” you look into his eyes as confidently as you can.

“okay” he smiles, planting his lips on yours again.

“can i?” his voice gives you goosebumps when he mumbles against the sensitive skin under your ear, his fingers slowy undoing the loose knot of your heart shorts.

“yes” you say when he locks eyes with you.

“I love these shorts” he softly presses a kiss to your knee, trying to calm your nerves a little, before he gently rocks your hips to pull them off of you.

You blush a little out of embarrassment but smile when you lift your hips to help him.

“cute” he whispers when he see’s your panties have a little bow on the front.

He chuckles when you hide your face in embarrassment, pulling you closer to him again by your thighs before you let him kiss you again.

“can I take this off too?” hyunjin whispers, softly pulling at the fabric of the tank top you’re wearing, at which you nod.

You are still wearing a bra when he pulls it off so you take it into your own hands and unclasp your bra.

Your nipples stiffen a little at the sudden exposure to air, as well as to hyunjin’s admiring gaze.

“fuck” he muses when palming your breasts in his big hands, gently pushing them together an running his thumbs over your nipples.

A whimper involuntarily leaves your lips when he wraps his plump lips around one of the perked up nubs and sucks gently.

“so fucking pretty, princess” you feel yourself pathetically clench around nothing at his praise.

You feel one of his hands wander downwards to provide some friction for you, he slots his lips against yours when you tentatively roll your hips against his hand.

Hyunjin feels his cock get even harder when an almost desperate moan tumbles from your lips against his. So he ads a little more pressure and starts circling your clit with two fingers, your sighs of pleasure mixing into the kiss.

“you’re so sensitive baby” he whispers as he parts his lips from yours “can I go down on you?” he grazes his lips over your chest, looking up at you seductively.

You nod as you bite your lip, hyunjin placing a few kisses on your tummy before shortly sitting up to also free you from your soaked panties.

The first stripe he licks up your slit, and how he swirls the tip of his tongue around your clit expertly sends you to heaven.

His hands are gripping your thighs to prevent you from closing your legs, your hands are tangled in his hair and the sheets.

“hyunj-fuck” you cry out when his tongue enters you.

He carefully prods one finger at your entrance “is that okay?” he asks, his voice hoarse and dripping with lust.

“yea” you sigh.

Once you adjust to one finger, he adds a second one, curling them upwards to search for that specific patch inside of you.

“yes-fuck right there” you moan when his fingers press onto the sweetest spot inside of you, tugging at his hair a little harshly. But you feel him moan against you, getting lost in your taste as he sucks your clit in between his soft lips.

Your hips buckle against his mouth as your eyes roll backwards, feeling the warmth of your orgasm approach rapidly.

“fuck fuck yes-hyunjin” you cry out just before he tipped you over the edge with his skillful ministration, your orgasm rushing up your spine and into your head, endorphins spreading everywhere.

A cry of pleasure fills the room as your thighs starts trembling with the aftershocks, clamping around his head when he drives you into overstimulation.

“oh-shit-“ you pant as you softly pushed on his forehead to get him away from your clit, his fingers still inside you, guiding you through your high.

He nibbles on your inner thigh apologetically. You can still hear your heartbeat in your ears after hyunjin removes his fingers from you and sits up, gently holding your legs together to help you calm down.

“fuck” you mewl, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

He’s wanted to do this for so long and there you are, with all of your naked glory in front of him.

While he’s daydreaming about you, you sit up and start fiddling with his sweatpants.

“you want more?” he quips, once he realises what you’re doing, leaning in to kiss you.

“mhm” you humm into the kiss affirmitavely when his hand holds you close to him by your jaw.

With a quick last peck to your lips he simultaneously shimmies the soft black sweats and his boxers off of himself.

You apparently visibly gulp at the sight of his cock because hyunjin smirks cockily “like what you see?” as he crawls above you again, his lips finding yours again and not waiting for an answer.

“I don’t know if you’ll fit” you mumble when he suckles at the soft nook of skin under your ear.

“we can stop here” he offers softly before locking eyes again.

You shake your head as you reach down to fist his length, slowly pumping it and smearing the few drops of precum around.

“no, you’re just really big” you huff with a shy smile on your lips at which hyunjin groans.

“you’re gonna be the death of me, you know?” he mutters against your lips before kissing you deeply, his hand smoothing over the slope of your waist before coming up to gently pinch at one of your nipples.

Eliciting a soft high pitched moan from you, this only spurs him on.

Rolling his tongue against yours desperately and making you taste yourself before sinfully sucking at the wet muscle.

All the while you’re stroking him with your small hand before cupping his balls, as if he didn’t already feel like he’s gonna blow his load way too early.

“please” you whine, guiding his reddened tip towards your entrance.

Hyunjin releases a shaky breath before replacing your hand with his, rutting his hips against yours a few times, coating his length in your wetness.

This already had your toes curling, suppressing a whine as you lock your legs around his waist.

“tell me if it hurts, yea?” he breathes, only pressing inside you after you nod, dropping a kiss to your swollen lips.

“fuck” he swears softly, tucking his face in the crook of your neck when he breaches your tight walls for the first time.

Your fingers tighten in his hair at the back of his neck when a subtle sting flares up inside of you.

“ah-“ your body flinches a little when he presses further inside, hyunjin notices, observing your expression before kissing your cheek and sitting up slowly.

“you’re doing so good, baby” he lifts his thumb to his lips, swiftly kitten-licking the digit before bringing it to where your bodies join.

Gently rolling your clit under his thumb to distract you from the pain.

“you look so perfect like this” his other hand travels over your stomach to gently squeeze at your breasts “all spread out for me”

You whimper, arching your back when hyunjin thrusts into you carefully; the pain slowly subsiding and the ache to be fully filled up by him growing exponentially when his cock rubs against your g spot.

“hyunjin” you moan, gripping onto his hand, which is resting atop your breast.

“yes baby, I’m here” he groans at how tight you feel once he’s balls deep inside of you, abandoning your clit to grab you by the hips for leverage.

His other hand resting on your cheek now, after a few trusts you moan “harder, please”

Hyunjin groans and fulfils your wish, at one particularly harsh thrust, you latch your lips around his pointer and middle finger, sucking at them.

“oh my god-that’s so fucking hot” he grunts through clenched teeth.

His cock dragging along your walls deliciously, filling you up to the brim as you hum around his slender fingers in pleasure.

“you like my hands that much baby?” his jaw is clenched and the grip on your waist is rough , the contrast to how sweet he was just a few minutes earlier had you clench around him furiously.

“fuck-“ he breathes when you nod to the best of your abilities, eyes wide open and holding his gaze.

You only release his fingers from in between your lips in favour for a loud high pitched moan when his other hand finds your clit again, rubbing harsh circles into the bud.

“-gonna cum-huynjin” you dig your nails into his biceps, eyes squeezing shut.

“yea?” he grits through his teeth the fingers that were previously trapped in your mouth now wrapping around your bared throat.

Not squeezing tightly, just resting there as if to show you that you’re his now.

Your thought gets confirmed when he rasps “you’re gonna date me after this, right pretty girl?”

You do look so pretty right now, tits bouncing and skin slapping because of the fast rhythm that he’s snapping his hips into yours, not to mention the subtle sheen of sweat that’s coating the both of you.

A desperate breathy chuckle tumbles from your lips “ yes-yes fuck” you feel your second orgasm creeping up on you.

“cum for me princess, all over my cock” he urges you on, his tip hammering into the sweet spot inside of you repeatedly before you crash into your second high of the night.

Your body convulses in pleasure as you call out his name mixed with profanities, your toes curling so hard you’re not sure if you can ever uncurl them again, and your nails probably leaving painful indents in his skin.

His thumb on your clit slows down until you grab his hand for him to stop, his hand around your neck grabs your free one, holding both of your hands over your head now.

“so good, baby” he mumbles, kissing your lips; mostly just breathing into each other as he rocks you through every wave of your orgasm.

Hyunjin looses himself in you not long after with a guttural moan and his eyes squeezing shut.

You coax him through it when he rests his face against your neck again, running your fingertips through his damp hair and over his broad back, muscles tensing under your gentle touch.

i“don’t fall asleep on me” you whisper sneakily, grinning when he chuckles against your neck, tickling the soft skin there.

He props himself up again to scan over your features, pushing some hair out of your face before kissing you tenderly.

“you okay?” his hand resting at your temple as he gently runs his thumb over your hairline.

“more than” you assure him, cupping his cheeks to pull his lips onto yours again.You think you can never get enough of his lips, anything about him for that matter; not when he makes you feel so cared about and safe.

“so does this mean we’re dating now?” he whispers after he has cleaned you up and tucked the both of you in bed.

“hmh” you nod your head sleepily, positioned on his bare chest.

“so I can spoon you once we fall asleep?” he asks, grin evident in his voice.

“you can spoon me but you can’t wake me up in the middle of the night if you get horny” you mumble jokingly, enjoying his fingers running down your spine as your eyelids get heavier.

“okay” he giggles softly, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head before you whisper your good nights to each other.

And as promised, he doesn’t wake you up in the middle of the night because he’s horny.

It’s you who wakes him, because after 10 months of wasted time, you have a lot of catching up to do.

a/n: oml this is my first ever long fic so pls pls pls give me feedback, i had so much fun writing his even though it made me feel even more single but hey :))))

allsooo i waited til after work to publish this and i just saw i hit 500 followers?!?!?! thats crazy to me omg i started this like 2 months ago and so many ppl liked my stuff so much that they decided to follow me?? so i just wanna say thank u thank u thank u for hitting the follow button even though im very unorganized and everything i do is spontaneaous and not thought out well. but hey i guess there is a reason that u followed me so thank u!

(i’d love if u sent me an ask with the first one of my writings that u stumbled across, and how <3 ...only if u want tho no pressure)

anyways thank u so much for reading if you’ve made it this far! i hope you have a great day/ night! much love

-aj

(this is a work of fiction and does not represent the real actions of stray kids or hwang hyunjin)

#omgaaaaa im finally done writing this oof it took forever but it was so much fun #thank u for reading my loves #and dont forget ur beautiful and loved and drink water #ily #hwang hyunjin #hwang hyunjin smut #hyunjin smut #hyunjin oneshot #straykids smut #stray kids #stray kids hyunjin #hyunjin e2l #hyunjin fluff #hyunjin college!au #big dick hyunjin #skskksks im sorry #i guess this is my 500 followers special lol #idk ahh ill add more tags later my brain be empty its late okay hahajajss

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jeagerism · 3 years

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i think im lost again

+ word count : honestly idek, ill take a guess at maybe nearly 700-800?

+ characters : levi ackerman, armin arlert, mentions of eruri and eremin (armin and levi r not shipped fuck out of here)

+ warnings : season 3 attack on titan spoilers, mentions of death, modern!au, levi is basically a dad without being a dad (does that make him a dilf??), angst i suppose

+ summary : erwin was always good at this, levi thinks. people stuck to him like glue.

+ author's note : this is just a personal modern!au headcanon that i ranted to a friend abt and decided to make it full out

in modern aus i see eren as looking up to levi, bc he ooks up to him in the manga in some ways, levi cares abt his wellbeing n shit

well armin, since he was chosen to live over erwin, he'd look up to erwin in a modern au

and when erwin dies in that au bc ofc he has to die, armin is still a teenager.

i like to think that they all lived in the same town as kids, and erwin always looked out for armin since he had no one else other than his friends.

he basically lets armin live with him when he's not with eren, who also has no family and sort of couch surfs between jean and sasha - sasha's dad loves eren for whatever reason so he stays there a lot, and welcomes armin and mikasa with him - and so erwin and armin r close

and levi is always around, so he sees armin a lot, even if he takes care of eren more - he lets eren stay at is house on nights when he feels like hes overstayed his welcome at sasha’s.

but levi still cares abt armin bc he sees how erwin cares abt armin and levi is in love with the blond facebook dad

but erwin died when armin is like 15, so he still needs someone to look out for him

and erwin asks levi to do that, bc he trusts him and knows levi would take care of him just like he had

anyways, he asks levi to take care of him and levi does

but armin is a 15 yr old who just lost yet another person who cares abt him

and even tho hes grateful that levi cares for him, he misses erwin so much.

he acts out bc of it bc hes a kid going through trauma and its what kids do. he starts acting even worse than eren and eren is a fucking demon spawn

armin and eren share a room, even tho levi had two empty rooms so they could have their own, and eren has stuff in the other room but armin doesn’t like the dark so eren stays there with him.

and levi isn’t really good at taking care of kids in the traditional way.

he wakes them up every weekday for school by telling them he'll kick their ass if he has to take them himself - but he'll still drive them when it rains or its cold

he doesnt really know how to cook bc erwin always did that, but his notes app is full of recipes erwin always recommended that were easy to follow bc he was always worried that levi always ate too much cold leftovers from days before and noodles

armin knows hot to cook pretty well bc erwin taught him but he enjoys laughing at levi failing at cooking simple shit - he burned water somehow

but levi still tries so its fine

he tries letting armin know hes welcome, and that he can ask for whatever he needs

he'll leave him lunch money on the counter

and when he notices armins jackets getting a little too short around the wrist he drops a new one by his lap when he sits on the couch

he pulls the blanket all the way to his chin if he falls asleep on the couch.

he'll mention he's going to get a haircut when he notices armin's hair getting longer, and says he can go with him if he wants

but armin still acts so off.

before erwin was gone, armin always acted happy, even though he never had much, and levi feels guilty knowing he cant do what erwin did for him, but he's doing this for erwin, and knows erwin wouldnt have put armin in his care in the first place if he didn’t trust him

i see taking care of armin as the task that keeps levi going, just like how killing zeke is what keeps him alive in the anime.

both promises he makes to erwin and wont give up on until he’s fulfilled it

but one day armin just disappears. he doesnt come back after school with eren like usual. so he and levi try calling him and get nothing. eren offers to go look for him and levi tells him to stay safe n waits back home to see if armin will show up there

and he does like 5 mins after eren leaves.

and levi feels his chest just deflate with relief. it was cold outside, and armin was out there alone.

his cheeks and nose r red from being outside for so long

when levi asks where he's been, it comes out harsher than he meant, but its just bc he was worried, and armin rolls his eyes and asks why it matters

levi tells him its bc he's a kid and doesnt get to just disappear without a trace whenever he wants. levi never minded armin doing whatever he wanted - within regulation - but most times he knew eren was with him, or mikasa, someone who would call him if something happened

and armin says “you're not my father.” and starts taking off his jacket and stuff

“yeah, but i am the person who's taking care of your ass.”

and that seems to make armin a little more ticked off than he already was, bc he turns to levi and says, “well i never asked you to do that.”

to which levi replies without thinking, “no but erwin did”

levi and armin never talk abt erwin, ever.

its like an unspoken rule between them. its not that they arent as comfortable with each other - they arent anyways but - they just dont do that, talk abt how they feel abt erwin, and him being gone

armin looks like hes gonna cry before he just says “well i wish it was erwin that was still here instead of you”

ALMOST AS IF HES SAYING HE WISHED IT WAS LEVI THAT DIED INSTEADDD

and levi is suprised that armin would ever, it hurts a little, and he just nods in agreement and says “me too.”

armin doesnt say anything back to it, he just turns and makes his way to his room, slamming the door behind him

and levi is exhausted. in his head he wonders how erwin had done it - balanced college and a job and a fucking teenager

but then he remembers that erwin was erwin, and hed always been good at that type of thing

people stuck to him like glue

thats the first night he lets himself admit that he misses him

he feels like he’s failing at the one thing erwin asked of him

when eren shows back up, levi apologizes for not letting him know that armin had came back

but eren just tells him that armin had texted him when he’d arrived - i have a hc that eren and armin were each others first crushes but uhebdbsi

he tells levi that armin had said hed went to the beach

erwin used to take armin to the beach all the time before he died

he’d collect shells with him, and the ones that armin really liked, he’d give them names

he still has one called smith from the last time erwin had taken him to see the ocean

a few weeks go by after that

they never really talked before, but now it seems almost even worse

the silence that they normally exist in feels empty

but everything felt empty without erwin

eren lets levi know where theyre going to be whenever theyre not home, when theyll be home, etc

levi never asked for him to do that, but he does it anyways

levi’s thankful for the near suicidal maniac at that point

even though he always was

he saw a lot of himself in eren, and he sees a lot of himself in armin too

levi and armin never really apologize to each other, but one night when levi’s attempting to cook, armin walks in the kitchen and watches him place things on a pan

“you’re putting them too close together.”

armin steps beside him and tilts his head to the side, as if hes gesturing for levi to move

and he does, letting the younger and taller boy move the prerolled croissants further away from each other on the baking tray

“they never wouldve cooked all the way through like that,” armin tells him

with a scoff, levi mumbles that he sounds like erwin

armin pauses for a second, before sliding the pan in the oven. levi tells him how long the packaging said they went on so that he can set the oven timer

armin sets it for two minutes longer, and levi’s heart aches

erwin did that, too

“i miss him”

it slips out without him meaning for it to

and he thinks he’s ruined armin’s head again, when he’s supposed to be someone this kid can look up to

but he doesnt leave

armin just leans against the oven and nods “me, too”

after that, things arent bad anymore

sure, it takes awhile for them to completely warm up to each other, but they manage

enough that armin sits in on levi’s cooking sessions just to point out what hes doing wrong - something that helps, bc pretty soon levi is learning

he cooks him, armin, and eren an entire meal without burning anything

eren laughs when armin tells him that the man had forgotten to grab an oven mit and had stuck his entire hand in the oven to grab a pan

levi raises his eyebrow when he notices the way armin blushes at eren’s laugh, of all things

and they talk abt erwin more

they have more to say about him that eren, and its just something the two of them share, so they tend to save it for little moments, tiny snippets of things that remind them of the blond

after about a year, things are good

armin asks to have his 17th birthday at the beach, and who would levi be to say no

levi doesnt particularly like the beach, he detests sand, but its for armin, so he’ll do it

its for his kid

him and erwins kid

at the party, he finds a smile coming to his face when he sees armin actually laughing and having fun

kid had been through too much hell at 17, so he deserved to be happy, even if it was only for a few moments

on their way home that evening, eren and armin passed out from a day of swimming and running on the beach - levi made the both of them bring extra towels to save his car seats from salt water and sand

eren’s head is on armin’s shoulder, and the blond’s is resting atop eren’s head

when they get home, the two of them trudge towards their room, but armin turns and holds his closed fist out to levi

with a raised eyebrow, levi holds his hand out and lets armin drop something into his hand, before the boy pivots and continues his shuffle to his and eren’s shared room

levi glances down at the object in his hand

its a shell

armin names it erwin

#attack on titan imagine #attack on titan #aot #snk #shingeki no kyojin #erwin smith #levi ackerman #armin arlert #eren yeager #snk imagine #aot imagine #shingeki no kyojin imagine #eruri #eremin #aot headcanon #snk headcanon #hc

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babbushka · 4 years

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Mind & Soul (10/10)

The story of how one man fell out of love, and into it again.

Charlie Barber x Reader

Tumblr masterlist for previous chapters // Available on AO3

5k ; get your tissues folks

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I've never been in love before Now all at once it's you It's you forever more

I've never been in love before I thought my heart was safe I thought I knew the score

He doesn’t know how to do it, how to tell him. He doesn’t have the words. All those years writing, all the time spent on his scripts, and he doesn’t have the words. Charlie stares into his coffee, watches the creamer swirl. It’s a beautiful day outside, and that hurts somehow, hurts more than it would if it were raining. At least if it were raining, he could feel like the world cries along with him, but the sunshine through the curtains you picked out and hung up – that hurts.

He’s got to tell Henry, he knows that ever minute longer he waits, the harsher the blow will be. But he’s not got the words for it, how could he, when he never dreamed a day like this would come?

That’s a lie maybe, maybe he did dream of it.

But those don’t count. The nightmares…nightmares don’t count.

You’re silent at the breakfast table, doing your best not to cry. Henry can tell something’s wrong, of course he can, he’s a smart kid. He can tell, and it breaks Charlie’s heart.

Can a heart break if it’s already broken?

Charlie looks to you for strength, for something, he doesn’t know. Part of him wishes you could jump in and deliver the news instead of him. You’re so good at making things sound better than they are, you’re good at the phrasing. Charlie’s never been that good at it, but he knows this is something he has to do himself – he’s no coward, not like Nicole.

Still, Charlie looks to you, and you look back at him with wet eyes, give him a little nod. That nod is all it takes, and he can feel his shoulders squaring up a little more, can feel the cold drip of dread in his stomach a little fainter.

“I was thinking, what if you and me skip out today and go have fun at the park, Henry?” He tries to be nonchalant about it, bites into his toast and sips his coffee.

He desperately wants to hold your hand, but he’s afraid he’ll shake too much and rattle your bones.

“You mean like I don’t have to go to school?” Henry cocks his head and gives a confused frown. Henry’s not missed a single day of school the entire time Charlie’s been taking care of him.

“Yeah, how does that sound?” Charlie tries to smile, but he’s not so sure it works.

“Won’t I get in trouble?” Henry looks at him, looks at you.

“No, I’ll call you in, it’ll be okay.” You do smile, with a little nod of your head that Charlie envies.

“Okay.” He smiles back, and Charlie tries very hard not to imagine it as the last smile he gets to see for however many months it’ll be until he gets his son back home again.

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The park is filled with people, bustling with activity. Henry does most of the talking, which Charlie doesn’t mind. He talks about things at school, talks about the science fair. He talks about his friends and what he dreamt about last night, asks questions that he thought up while watching that documentary about the deep sea with you. Charlie listens, he’s been spending a lot more time listening lately. Listens and tries his best to answer the questions, he tries.

There are dogs to be pet, and kites to be flown, and birds to feed. Charlie buys him a big soft pretzel and tries not to cry when Henry offers him the bigger piece. He can’t stop thinking about everything he’s going to miss out on, all the milestones and all the memories that’ll be made without him.

He can’t say it out loud, he can’t, but it’s like he’s not going to really ever be his parent again, not like this, not the way they’ve set it up. Charlie’s hands sweat, and he blames it on the sunshine, blames it on the warmth of the day.

“Hey Henry?” Charlie cuts Henry off right in the middle of a sentence, and he feels bad that he wasn’t listening, but Henry was talking with his mouth full anyway.

“Yeah dad?” Henry chews and swallows, and his eyes are so wide, and Charlie wants to scream.

“I um.” He doesn’t scream, but his voice comes out strangled, like he’s holding it back, like he’s holding so much back. “Well I’ve got something to tell you. Here why don’t…why don’t we go over here and sit down.”

Charlie leads his son over to an empty bench a little bit away from people. He doesn’t want an audience for this, doesn’t want any prying eyes for his tears. Henry goes hesitantly, he knows something is wrong, the other shoe has dropped.

“Did I do somethi—” Henry starts, and Charlie’s eyes well up immediately, because the last thing he ever wants is for Henry to think this is his fault.

“No, no you didn’t do anything.” He says straight away, doesn’t even let Henry get the thought out, wanting to stop that right in its tracks. He takes a deep breath, wants a cigarette. He won’t smoke in front of Henry, he won’t. But his hands shake and sweat and he can’t face his son, not really. He tries, tries to find the words. “You…you’ve been happy that Mom’s back, right?”

“Yeah.” Henry replies softly, settles down on the bench next to his dad, puts the soft pretzel in his lap, wrapped up nicely in the little paper sleeve in came with.

“That’s good, that’s um.” Charlie runs a hand through his hair, an old nervous habit that’s come back as he scratches at the back of his scalp with a shuddering sigh. “That’s good. Well, you know, ever since Mom came back, we’ve been in a big game of tug and war, because we both love you so much and we both want you to be with us all the time.”

“Yeah, the court.” Henry nods, and Charlie hates this, hates himself, hates Nicole, hates the world, because his son shouldn’t be so resigned to it, to this.

“Mhm, and um, well.” He tries, chews his cheek, “We asked the court to decide for us, because they – the judge – well he’s a very smart man.”

“Smarter than you?” Henry scoffs, as if in disbelief.

“Yeah.” Charlie can feel his chin wobble, but he looks up to the sky, wills his tears to just trickle back down into his head, begs them not to fall yet, not yet, not in front of his son. “Yeah, smarter than me. And he decided that it would, it’d be best – it’d be smartest, for you to live with Mom from now on.”

He’s reminded of a long time ago, staring up at the sky like this.

Once upon a time, he would hide away in a theater full of ghosts, would demand from them the reasons why they mocked him so.

Once upon a time he would blind himself with delusions of victory, and now it’s all he can do but hold back the crushing screams of defeat.

Maybe they always knew it would end up like this, privy to the grand plan of his life.

Once upon a time he wished his life were a comedy, and maybe it was. Maybe it was, but someone else was laughing.

“I don’t understand.” Henry says, and Charlie closes his eyes, because the sadness and confusion in his voice hurts more than the sunshine which soaks into his skin.

“Mom gave her side of the argument, and I gave mine, and in the end, the judge liked her side better. So you’re going to go live with her from now on, over in California. That’s going to be fun, wont it? You love the beaches there.” He explains, sighing a little and putting his hands in his pockets, looking at his son.

“But…” Henry tries to come up with words of his own.

“And I’m really lucky, because the judge said that for a whole month over the summer you get to come back to New York, and I get to spend the holidays with you, and – ” Charlie tries to fill the silence with reassurances, reassurances which feel like kicks to the chest.

“Wait but, where am I going to sleep?” Henry cuts him off, eyes wide, starting to panic. “Where’s my bed going to be?”

“You’ll sleep in your bed at Mom’s.” Charlie answers, wanting to calm him, wanting but knowing that he can’t, that there’s no easy way to say any of this, no easy way to make it hurt less. “In California.”

“…But what about my legos and and -- and my clothes?” Henry shakes his head, trips over his tongue, rushes to try and understand.

“They’ll be in California too. And you know what, Mom is so excited that she said she’s going to buy you all new clothes and legos, and action figures.” Charlie answers, gives a smile that his son isn’t buying, not one bit.

“Where will you be?” Henry asks, voice so small, so sad, chin wobbling of his own.

“I…” Charlie has to force the words out. The come as a whisper, but it still feels loud, sounds like a shout in his head, a hoarse crying yell against his brain, even though the can barely move his lips. “I’m going to stay here, Henry. I have to stay here.”

“And (Y/N)?” Henry’s crying now, little tears sliding down his cheeks. He shoves his hand against his eyes, trying to get a grip, and Charlie doesn’t know what to do, doesn’t know what to say, because his tears are falling too, each one landing with a deafening slam onto the pavement below, a thousand thunderstorms in each tear.

“She has to stay here too.” Charlie has a rock in his throat, and he can’t look at him, has to look down at the way his hands are curled into anxious fists in his pockets. “But you know what, we can come and visit you and you can show us all – all the new fun things about Los Angeles.”

“What if I don’t like it, can I come back home?” Henry hiccups, “Do I get to come back?”

“What do you mean ‘if you don’t like it’, you’re going to have a great time! Mom loves you so much and, and you’re, well you’re going to have a great time, I just know it.” Charlie tries tries tries, but he fails. Maybe he’s been failing this whole time, he doesn’t know. He doesn’t know anything anymore.

“B-but if you’re not going to be there who is going to read me my bedtime story or help me with my reading or make me tea or – ” Henry’s crying hard now.

“C’mere, come here.” Charlie can’t hold back anymore, he wraps his son up in his arms, pulls him into his lap and holds him tight. Henry sobs into his neck, little arms crushing Charlie’s shoulders. Charlie rocks him back and forth, cries into his hair as he rubs soothing circles on his back. “It’s going to be okay. We’re gonna be okay.”

He doesn’t know if it’s the truth, but he has to believe it, has to believe the words.

“When do I have to go?” Henry’s muffled from where he won’t pry his face away from the crook of Charlie’s neck, little frame shaking, breaking Charlie’s heart.

“She’s going to pick you up tonight. So we have the whole day to spend together and pack up your most favorite things so that you’ll have them for California.” Charlie wants to lie and say never, but the truth is here, and the truth hurts, and Henry cries.

Charlie holds him, avoids the uncomfortable stares of parkgoers on bicycles, glares up at the sky, angry and devastated and exhausted all at once. He doesn’t have much more to give, doesn’t know what more the world wants from him. It’s taken so much already, too much.

“Dad?” Henry asks, pulling away and smearing his face on his shirt-sleeve, a button down that matches one of Charlie’s favorites.

“Yeah honey?” Charlie pulls a napkin out of his pocket that he took from the pretzel vendor, offers it to his son.

“If you ever get lonely, just – just know you can call me, okay? I’ll always pick up.” Henry’s chin wobbles again, but the tears have stopped for the time being, and despite it all, Charlie smiles.

“Don’t say that, I’ll call you every day.” He teases, trying trying trying to lighten the mood.

Despite it all, Henry smiles back.

But this is wine It's all too strange and strong I'm full of foolish song And out my song must pour

So please forgive this helpless haze I'm in I've really never been In love before

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Charlie and Henry spend the rest of the day packing. It’s hard, hard trying to think of everything he’ll need, everything he wants. He’s got his big suitcase and his carryon to pack his life into, and something about that seems like the saddest part.

You know you’ll ship over anything else he wants, whatever else he can think of that he can’t fit…but part of you wants to keep it here, keep it as some incentive for him to come back. If everything he loves is over in California, what if he forgets all about New York entirely?

You shake the thought from your head, it’s silly to think. A small voice in your head tells you it was silly to think that this could ever work to begin with.

You shake that thought from your head too, fiercely optimistic. Charlie was devastated, Henry is nearly non-verbal from the weight of the news, you have to be the optimistic one, you have to be. If you start to be crushed now, who would be there to pull them up from their despair?

You’re tidying up the already tidy house, just to have something to do while Henry and Charlie pack up the pieces of his life here. It’s a big house, a couple thousand square feet larger than the one in the old neighborhood, so there’s plenty to do. You arrange and rearrange cushions on the couch, move vases filled with flowers from one surface to another. You open and close curtains, and eventually find yourself leaning up against the island in the kitchen, arms folded onto the granite as you rest your head on the counter.

You close your eyes and breathe, try not to think of all the nights you spent with them together, as a family. This house was relatively new to you all, only two months or so. But the six months before that, that was time, real time spent together. Dinners and game nights, homework and projects, trips to the city and the park, the theater and the movies. You think about the time he scraped his knee trying to roller skate in the driveway, think about how he came to you with tears in his eyes about how much it stung, how you made him cookies to help with the bravery.

You think about how proud Charlie always is of him, all the things tacked up onto the fridge and hung up in frames on the wall. Charlie was going to find someone to sublet the apartment in Los Angeles, and you knew that as soon as that happened there’d be more art up on the walls, more memories of a son taken away.

The doorbell rings, shaking you from your thoughts, and you sigh. Charlie is still upstairs, so you collect yourself, put on your best brave face, and go through the empty halls of the house, feet carrying you to the front door.

“You’re here.” Nicole says, confused and surprised, when you open the door.

There’s a man standing at the end of the driveway near the car, the same man who showed up to testify in court on her behalf. You try not to jump to conclusions, because you’d be a hypocrite for being angry that Nicole already moved on so quickly.

“Yeah, I’ve been here for a little bit.” You say coolly, opening the door a little wider for her to step in.

“Doing what?” She asks, leaving her shoes on, tracking footprints on the freshly polished tile.

“Cleaning up the mess you left behind.” You say calmly as you close the door so the air conditioning doesn’t spill out into the neighborhood, not caring to invite the mystery man in. He can stay by the car, you don’t want him in the house.

Nicole is stunned by your disposition as she follows you into the house. You make sure to bring her through the living room, the den, make sure she sees how nice it is, how big and cozy. You stop at the dining room, and she’s impressed by it – it’s hard not to be.

“How can you be on his side?” Nicole asks, looking vaguely offended at the way you offer a plate of sliced cheese and crackers. That doesn’t stop her from taking one, she talks with her mouth full, “After everything he’s done to me and to Henry?”

You blink, try your best not to let your eyebrows shoot up too dramatically.

“What has he done, Nicole?” You ask, resigned, not wanting to let her play the victim anymore. It’s exhausting, and you don’t have the energy for it.

It’s a rhetorical question, but Nicole answers it anyway, and you resist the urge to roll your eyes. She only ever really likes to hear the sound of her own voice, you know, you shouldn’t be surprised.

“He never listened to me, he only ever did the things he wanted to do! He never once asked me about my day, or recognized my needs as my own. For years I stood by and let him walk all over me, and he had no problem doing it!” She immediately launches into the same argument she’s been touting for two months, and you very carefully pick up a cracker and bite it into two, a loud snap that makes her startle.

“You call him selfish, but all I’m hearing is you were comfortable enough with the life you chose until you grew bored of it. How is a person supposed to know how you’re feeling unless you tell them? You never told him, never once gave him any inkling that something was wrong until you kicked him to the couch.” You keep your voice low, calm. It wouldn’t do to get riled, not today. There’s too much tension, you don’t need everyone shouting on top of it.

“I – ” She starts, but you really don’t want to hear it.

“Who was it that bailed on couples therapy?” You ask, eyes cold and hard.

“That’s – ” She shakes her head.

“Who was it that went around talking to everyone about your problems but the person giving you grief in the first place?” You scoop a cracker into some soft brie, not bothering to look at her.

“Don’t – ” Nicole tries to get a word in, but you don’t let her. She’s done so much talking, so much monologuing. A true actress.

“Who was it that got a lawyer first when you both agreed to handle it without them?” Your hand grips the edge of the counter. “Who was it that blindsided him with terms and conditions he had no fucking clue that he was getting himself into? Who was it that bullied him into crying so hard the blood vessels in his eyes bruised? Who was it that up and fucking left her son in the middle of the night? You may have won over the judge, but don’t you dare pretend for one second that you’re the good guy here.”

You stare at one another, and her eyes are wide.

Her silence is deafening in the quiet of the room.

Eventually, a noise from the stairs snaps you both back to reality, and Nicole has the decency to look ashamed, to cast her eyes down to where her hands are clasped in her lap.

“I thought we were friends.” She says quietly, but the guilt trip doesn’t work.

“You thought wrong.” You hear heavy footsteps coming into the kitchen, so you bite the inside of your cheek and turn away from her. “Now let me get you something to drink. You must be so parched from all those crocodile tears.”

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Charlie watches you leave to go towards the kitchen, and he’s frowning, because he’s never seen you with such a scowl on your face. He stands there and lets his gaze trail over your body, soaks up some of your self control and steps into the dining room.

She looks good, Nicole. Tanned, blonde. California has been good to her, he knows.

Part of him hates her for it, hates how she’s put him through absolute hell while she’s sunbathing by a pool somewhere. Part of him thinks he never should have let her go, never should have let her run away the way she did. He should have tried harder to get her to stay and listen, maybe they could have worked out a better divorce situation, Charlie could have had more of a say.

But then he thinks of you, and how these past few months have been absolute hell but at the very least, at the absolute very least he had you. He’ll never say it out loud, but he’s almost glad that she fucked his life up so dramatically, because he got to have that time with you.

“Hi Charlie.” Nicole says, and it feels strange, hearing his name come out of her mouth without venom for once.

“Hi.” Is all he can muster up in return.

“Charlie I’m sorry…” Nicole whispers, eyes welling up, but Charlie’s too tired to even really deal.

“He’s all packed up and ready to go.” He begins to turn away, to leave her standing there and get his son, when he feels her hand on his arm.

“I -- Can I talk to you for a second, outside?” She asks when he looks at her with a frown.

In between the dining room and the kitchen there’s a sliding glass door that leads to a little patio in the backyard, and he opens it, lets her pass through it first like a gentleman he doesn’t really want to be. Nicole looks around, doesn’t sit. They both sort of stand there, arms crossed over their chests, as Charlie waits for her to say something.

“It’s a um.” Nicole blinks, “It’s a beautiful home.”

“Thanks.” Charlie replies dryly. He wants a cigarette, desperately, but something about smoking in front of Nicole feels like defeat.

He’s already lost so much, so much pride, so much of his happiness, he doesn’t need to lost that bit of composure too.

Nicole looks down at her shoes, nice sandals that Charlie can just picture walking through sand.

“You know I came here with a whole speech prepared and now I don’t’ know what to say.” She says softly, and Charlie sighs.

“You can give the speech, I’ll listen.” He says sincerely. He figures he owes her this, an entire marriage of selfishness, he can give her this.

“I…” Nicole starts, walks around a little bit in that way she does, talks and walks, gestures with her hands. “You know I’ve been working very hard, to make something of myself, these last few months. Something that Henry could be proud of, something that I could be proud of. I got the TV gig, and I – I’m directing a couple projects here and there, nothing major, but. But it feels good, to be my own person, and I thought how good would it be, for Henry to see me take control of my own life?”

She looks at him, and he looks back, and she takes a deep breath. Something deep inside Charlie wants to comfort her. He’s reminded of how young they were, when all this started, how young and in love they were, once upon a time.

Now look at them.

“And I came here to take him home with me, because I believe he belongs with me. But…” She covers her mouth with her hand, a habit she always had so people wouldn’t see her when she’s crying for real. Charlie watches, listens, doesn’t interrupt her, not this time. “But then I look at the home you’ve made here for him, I see all his stuff and the art on the walls, and I just…Charlie, I never wanted to hurt you, or Henry. I never wanted to hurt you. But I did. Remember what you said in court? You built a life here with him, and maybe it wasn’t perfect but it was yours, and…”

She cries for real, and Charlie puts everything aside for a moment, and hugs his ex-wife. She smells like someone else’s cologne, and he’s almost glad for it, glad that she’s got someone to hold her, because this is the last time he ever will, he’s decided.

“I love him so much.” Nicole’s shoulders shake in Charlie’s embrace, and Charlie…Charlie doesn’t dare hope, doesn’t dare get his hopes up because they’ve been crushed so many times, crushed by her, by the world.

“I know.” His heart is thrumming in his chest, and they hold onto each other while she cries.

“I’m going back to California tonight.” She whispers, and Charlie’s knees almost give out when he strains to hear the words, “Just me.”

“Just you?” He repeats, because he can’t believe it, can’t believe his fucking ears, he must be hallucinating, must be dreaming, must be --

“I’m not taking him.” Nicole says, plain and clear, wrapped up in his arms, hot tears stinging his neck.

Charlie squeezes her so tight that he’s almost afraid of breaking her, but he can’t help it. He might be sick, just from the sheer relief of the sentiment, of the words. They’re real, real words that she’s just said, and he knows she means them. His eyes are closed and he sees stars dancing behind his eyelids, he’s dizzy, he might just pass out, might just faint from the news.

The sun shines bright and golden, coats the world in a buttery hue that warms Charlie straight to his bones. You were right, you were always right. Even when he doubted you for a moment, when the judge banged his fucking gavel and the verdict fell upon deaf ears, blind and numb from the shock and the pain, even then you were right.

“Do you want to go talk to him? He’s upstairs in his room.” Charlie says, almost afraid to let her go now, to destroy the spell.

But she steps out of his hold, wipes her face and nods, looks up at him. She doesn’t look like she’s going to change her mind, looks resolute, looks resigned. He’s been so concerned about how hard this whole thing has been for him, but this is the first time he sees that maybe, even though she did this to him, maybe it was hard for her too.

“Thank you.” Nicole gathers herself together, gets a grip.

Charlie opens the sliding glass door, lets her step through it once again.

“First door on the right.” He tells her, and she nods, walks away. She doesn’t get too far though, not until he’s calling her name, “Nicole?”

“Yeah?” She stops in her tracks, looks back at him, and he can’t help but feel grateful, can’t help but feel sorry, for the whole thing. The whole thing.

“I never wanted to hurt you either.” He says softly, the deep rooted truth of it all expressed with that one sentence.

Nicole smiles, and then she’s up the stairs, disappearing down the hallway to go say goodbye.

He goes on a hunt for you, immediately. Seeks you out, searches for you in the house. He finds you in the kitchen, back against the fridge with your hands over your mouth, relief having crashed through you too. He collects you into his arms and picks you up, swings you around and around until you’re stifling wet laughter, until you’re both dizzy dizzy dizzy.

“(Y/N), did you hear – ” Charlie’s hands shake, and this time it’s for an altogether different reason, this time it’s out of sheer joy, sheer excitement. It feels like when he came home to you to tell you about the MacArthur grant, that sheer disbelief that he could be so lucky.

“Charlie I’m, fuck I’m so happy for you.” You hold onto him, not wanting any space between your bodies, hearts beating together, beating in time. “I love you, I love you.” You say it over and over again, a grin on your face so beaming that Charlie’s blind to anything else.

“Kiss me?” He puts you down and smooths his hands over your cheeks, rubs your noses together, smiling so wide that his cheeks hurt, “Nothing matters now, kiss me.”

And when you press your lips up against his, when your tears stain each other’s faces, happy tears filled with joy, with relief, with the taste of salt and victory, he can’t help but think how lucky he must be.

How lucky, to have found someone that he can share this with so deeply, someone who understands him so completely? Someone who loves him?

Because you do, you love him, and he loves you right back, with his heart, body, mind and soul.

But this is wine It's all too strange and strong I'm full of foolish song And out my song must pour

So please forgive this helpless haze I'm in I've really never been In love before

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The End

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Sands #2 (1/2/2021)

Click here if you’re like “What the heck is this about?”

Valera @autokrates meets Alastor @usedhearts. They hunt fish. I don’t mean “they go fishing,” I mean “they hunt fish.”

At one point Valera uses their Mom Voice on Alastor. It’s super effective.

Valera

Having guests was lovely, but the best part of being back home? The ocean, with all the underwater caverns, the kelp forests, the reefs and coves and crowds of colorful fish to lose yourself in. Valera had well and truly lost track of time goofing off in the water, doing acrobatics and harassing the local wildlife until she was dizzy from it all. But she had obligations, and as wonderful as time to herself was, she wanted to see her company before it got too late.

She turned to the shallows once more, picking up speed and skimming along just under the surface until the last! Possible! Moment! And then she breached, tucking into a somersault and then twisting into one, two, three backflips before landing on the shore, a self satisfied little grin plastered across her face. Still got it. Hmhmhm~

Alastor (@usedhearts)

When Valera lands, there's applause, both real and canned, and even a few whistles.

"What a performance! Simply stunning! How graceful, how dexterous! How powerful!" Alastor called from his spot on his beach blanket. With a red and grey stripped swimsuit, and a pair of small sunglasses replacing his monocle, he looked decidedly different from his usual outfit. But certainly not different enough that one wouldn't recognize the Radio Demon himself.

"I wasn't expecting a show beyond the sultry song of the sea herself, but then there you were, springing for from the water like Aphrodite herself!" He stood and walked over towards them, hands, still gloved, clasped behind his back-- and was he still in his shoes and socks? Yes! Clearly someone didn't plan on going for an actual dip.

"Mademoiselle Valera, isn't it? Pleasure to finally, formally meet you! Alastor, the Radio Demon!" He winked over his sunglasses and moved nearer to give her a playful elbow.

"But you knew that already, didn't you!"

Valera

She really should have expected an audience, with this many people on one island. But it's still a surprise to turn and see the ~feared radio demon himself~ dressed like something out of an old timey picture... Oh gods he was still wearing socks and shoes. Somehow she'd expected as much... But best not to get distracted by that, he was coming in fast and already talking and right right yes, this was a new one, must by Kyxs' boss? Either that or the one Rhedd brought along, but... No, he seemed normal-ish, for an Alastor..

A demure little smile, and she nods. "I'd be hard pressed to mistake you for anyone else, my good man! I take it you've been enjoying your stay so far, judging by your attire?"

Alastor

"Yes! Certainly! Haven't seen an ocean this gorgeous since I was alive, had to get my fill!" He turned toward said ocean, his hand moving in a large arch, taking in the whole of it. "And of course, I couldn't wear my usual out here! The beach is no place for a suit, after all!"

He turned back to her, and gave himself a comical slap on the forehead, the audience laughing as he did. "Oh dear, how rude of me, I haven't made it clear _which_ Radio Demon I am! I'm the one that came with Kyxs! He's my apprentice!"

There was a chorus of 'ooooo's like someone messed up in a sitcom. "OH! And I even forgot to thank you for that gift: the tiny radio! Bee's a darling, she's right here, actually!"

He pulled the teeny radio out of the pocket on his swimsuit chest, cradling her gently in his hand to show Valera.

"Thank you dearly for her, she's a charmer to be sure! No one can look away when she comes out!"

Valera

She covers her mouth with a hand, stifling her amused snort as best she can as he waves around. This Alastor was *very* animated, it almost reminded her of Pentious. "Ah! Yes, of course. I was wondering. I appreciate the speediness of your clarification, my dear, much appreciated!"

Oh, and there's the little darling herself, tiny little Bee! "I'm so glad you like her, she's the sweetest little thing to ever receive a radio wave. And so helpful! Her schematics have been a great help in understanding the transition from the larger compact radios like the Baby Grand, to the pocket radios like *this* little beauty. But that's a lot of technical nonsense, I wont bore you with my prattling."

Though, now that she sees Bee.. "No no, I have something MUCH better for you and yours, my good man!" Give her a moment to reach into her room through the ever convenient portal, there's something somewhere on her worktable... Ah, perfect. Alastor is presented with a tiny bow, fabric dyed to match his classic bow tie.

"So you can match!"

Alastor

His eyes turn to dials, just for a split second when she reveals the bowtie. And then he's gasping! The audience is gasping! Everyone is gasping!

He delicately takes the bow and affixes it to Bee-- somehow it sticks without any sort of adhesive, but that's magic for ya! Alastor holds Bee out, admiring her with her new bow. The audience coos in delight.

"Look! At that! How cute, how adorable! Simply stunning, beautiful, the most charming little radio to ever graces the nine circles! She'll be the talk of the town!!"

Valera

Oh no, oh that was so cute. Look at that itty bitty little radio all dressed up, she could just KICK herself for not making some tiny antlers to match. Next time. But even just a bow was precious, no need to overdo it.

"She looks even better than I imagined! Nobody will be able to resist your little lady now, even the coldest hearts would melt. Make sure nobody tries to steal her away, Alastor!"

Alastor

"Oh, they won't! I'll be sure of that! No one's going to touch this little darling!" He tucked her safely back into his pocket.

"Now, I've been wondering, the sea-- what kinds of seafood do you get from it?"

Valera

She tilts her head to one side, fins exaggerating the gesture.

"What kinds of seafood? Fish, with and without shells. Plants as well, if you're interested in kelp and seaweed. There's a sea serpent in the area too, but I wouldn't consider him food so much as a part of the scenery. If you're craving fresh fish, we've got plenty in the kitchens for you to play with!"

Alastor

"Oh, that sounds delightful! Fresh fish can be so hard to come by in Hell, and to get to experiment with new varieties, well! It's enough to make a chef's heart soaaaaaar!" He belted the note, the sound of birds chirping accompanying him.

"I'll have to make sure to take some when I go, just to have some extra fun with the hotel! But before then, seeing the variety would be scrumptious!"

Valera

"You should try snorkeling. Maybe spearfishing, if you want to try catching them yourself..." She looks him up and down. Perhaps not. "... Or we can package some in live traps for you!"

Alastor

"Live traps! How quaint! I'd love some, certainly, thank you!" He laughed, and as always, the audience joined in.

"I might be persuaded to wade a bit, but going fully underwater isn't my cup of tea. You understand." He tapped his chin. "Spearfishing, though, tell me more about that..."

Valera

Oh good, a subject she can drone about! She claps her hands, giving Alastor her toothiest grin.

"The most basic form of spearfishing is very straightforward. You get your fishing spear, you find a good shoreline, pier, or take a boat out to a school of fish.. And you heft your spear in to skewer your target! If you plan on throwing it, tie a line to the pole! You can put bait or just wait for an opportunity to present itself, people have different methods. There's also *speargun* fishing, where you take, essentially, a crossbow, and do the same thing! Speargun fishing is typically done fully underwater, but I'm sure it would still be serviceable from above. The bolt is pulled back in by the line, the fish is placed wherever you store them, rinse and repeat!"

Alastor

"Oh! That sounds wonderful! Now, I wonder where there would be an experienced spearfisher to show me the ropes!" He pretended to look around before jumping when he 'spotted' Valera.

"Well! You're right here, aren't you! How about we go rummage up some gear and let loose on some fish!"

Valera

"By all means my dear protege, just so long as that fish isn't me! I may be delicious according to select sources, but I'm afraid there's already other Alastors queued up for a go at me!" She sighs, pressing a dainty wrist to her forehead. "Yes, everything from breast to shank. You'll have to take a number, or settle for second best!"

Valera snorts, offers a deep bow, and gestures grandly towards the estate. Weaponry awaits!

Alastor

"Oh, how terrible! Looks like I'll have to wait my turn behind myself!" The audience gave a short boo before swapping to laughter, as Alastor turned towards the estate.

"Let's see the weapons! Can't wait to discover all the secrets of alien weaponry!"

Valera

And off they go, to the estate, and then the armory. The secrets of alien weaponry? Easy! It's magic!

Veci don't have a cultural inclination towards technology, but every member of the species radiates magic the way humans radiate body heat, and they channel it in everything they do. How could electricity compete with that? All things that Valera will happily explain to Alastor when she drops a speargun into his gloved hands.

"I don't know if your magic works the same way, Alastor, but it doesn't matter. I can always charge it for you, and even without magic the gun will function. The magic just lets the bolt go farther, and winds it in automatically."

Alastor

His grin becomes a little manic when the gun is dropped in his hands. He'd never been one for guns, but this!! This was something special! He adored the heft of it and held it up to look down the sights.

"Oh, no worries! Let's see..." His eyes turned to dials and the static picked up, a red glow radiating around his hands. It flowed into the gun and he settled back down.

"Well, look at that, I think it worked!" Alastor laughed, putting it up on his shoulder. "Shall we?"

Valera

A wise man would probably think better than to cheerily hand the big bad radio demon a magic powered speargun designed for maiming fish, especially when said wise man was himself a fish. But Valera never claimed to be wise. Or a man, but that was as debatable as any other gender floating around. No no, Valera grins just as wide as Alastor, her own gun loosely held in a practiced grip.

"We *shall!*" And off they go, to spear helpless fish off the pier.

Alastor

Alastor lets out a cackle filled with static as he followed them-- no audience that time, it was full manic Radio Demon glee!

And down to the pier they travel. He's so excited he's nearly vibrating.

"Now, don't pick on me if I'm a terrible shot-- haven't handled a gun in decades!"

Valera

"I wouldn't *dream* of it, my good deermon. In fact, I should warn you! You'll want to aim low, water refraction likes to make fish look further than they actually are. The first five shots are practice, in my book."

She twirls her gun with a flourish, curling her tail under herself to improvise a seat. How convenient, to be a fish with a tail longer than you are tall. How rich! And now the fun part. A little bait in the form of a chicken thigh tossed off the pier, and watch the fish gather.

"Have at it, Alastor."

Alastor

"Deermon! Ha! Lovely!" He laughed, the audience joining in this time.

Once the bait was in the water and the fish swarming, he took aim, humming a jaunty little diddy to himself as he pulled the trigger....and missed.

Well! Valera did say the first five didn't count! He wound it back and then gestured for her to take a shot.

Valera

She purrs, takes a look down at the water... And spears a fish through the head. She doesn't look very pleased when she reels it in though, huffing as she examines the entry point.

"Hrm. I was *aiming* for the eyes..." Ah well, time to take a bite! Delicious.

Alastor

"Oh! Well, look at you-- and here you had me thinking we'd be trading missed shots for a bit!" He laughed and then aimed again, focusing more intently this time.

Another shot!

......And another miss.

Valera

She glances over, eyes scrunched up in half moons as she tries to look apologetic around a mouthful of fish.

"Oh? Sorry darling, I've been doing this since I grew thumbs! Though if it makes you feel any better, it took me three days of trying before I ever caught my first fish with these tools."

Alastor

His eyes squint in turn, but he's still amused! So that's good.

"Ah, fair enough! Like me with cooking! Been doing that since I could hold a spoon!" He took aim again-- but then blinked, something registering at last and he lowered the gun to turn to her.

"_Grew_ thumbs, you say?"

Valera

Oop, hang on, let her swallow this mouthful. Alright, the fish remnants are dropped on the pier next to them, that can be the next piece of bait when they feel like shooting again. She turns to face Alastor properly, jazz handing with gusto.

"Yeah! Veci like me hatch with our little graspers shaped more like *paws* than anything else. If you were so inclined, you'd still be able to feel the grippy little pads in my fingertips. Think... fish cats? I guess? We've got a hatchling right here in the estate, actually, if you're struggling to visualize what I'm on about."

Alastor

"Paws?" A brow arches as he thinks on that, and then he laughs.

"Oh, that's quite cute. Fish cats...." He snapped his fingers and shouted. "Catfish!" Before bursting into laughter.

"Ah, oh, I crack myself up!"

Valera

She flutters her eyelids, pressing dainty fingertips to her smirking lips.

"Actually, I'm a lionfish, my dear sir."

And then she just starts _cackling_.

Alastor

Oh boy! They're both laughing! And the audience is laughing! It's just a laugh factory around here!

It takes him a GOOD FEW MINUTES to collect his composure, and he wipes tears from his eyes as he does.

"My, my, you are a CARD, my good lady! Or perhaps even a full deck! No wonder you've charmed your way into the hearts of so many of Hell's citizens!"

Valera

Just a couple of clowns standing around with spearguns, laughing their heads off. What could be more normal than this?

Deep breath, she's good. "Thank you, my fine fellow! That's the kindest way I've been called *stacked* yet!" She honest to god slaps her thigh, barking out another laugh before she regains her composure.

"Sorry, sorry. Couldn't resist! I appreciate it, truly. You're a bit of a riot yourself, aren't you Alastor? I suppose I could expect no less from a fellow who knows how to talk a person in circles!"

Alastor

"Oh yes! Comes from working in Raaaadiooooo~" He belts that last word-- he was doing that a lot today! Maybe it was just from being so happy at _not_ being hunkered down for an extinction. Plus sun was good for the skin!

"I've trained a long time to work my way around words as well as a serpent sliding through the surf!" He threw her a wink before hoisting his gun again. He took aim and!!

This time he hit! He laughed excitedly-- with surprisingly little static-- as he pulled it in.

"Well, would you look at that! It's a body shot, but hell, I'll take it!"

Valera

Being out of Hell seems to have perked up a lot of people's moods, she shouldn't be surprised by the extra oomph. She is, but she shouldn't be. But then he turns to try another shot, and she gasps in delight as he hits his mark, clapping as he reels in his first catch.

"Oh! Amazing, only your third shot and you've made a catch! You're a natural, Alastor. What a shot!" Will he be needing a cooler for that fish? Some ice?

Alastor

Nope! Just like her, he takes it off the spear and takes a nice, big chomp out of it. What good was catching your own seafood if you didn't try some fresh out of the ocean?

He hummed and hawed as he chewed, tongue licking his teeth and picking at the spaced between. "How interesting a taste! Familiar, and yet, completely foreign!"

He laughed and then took another bite, letting the audience continue to chuckle for him.

Valera

FINALLY someone around here with STANDARDS. Valera's tail would be wagging, if she wasn't using it to lean on. Her fins will suffice, the little wiggle likely indiscernible from another other twitch to the eyes of an alien. But even so!

"Palatable, I hope! You're doing a grand job, you'll be wiping the floor with me soon enough. Were you a hunter in life, then?"

Alastor

He laughed again! Around his mouthful of fish! He swallowed without chewing much and shrugged.

"Oh, I dabbled here and there. Living in New Orleans, one learns those sorts of things. So much in bayou to make into dinner! Say, have you ever had gator?" His eyes sparkled-- literally, they got big and sparkly as he spoke.

"Ah, one of the things I miss most about living! So hard to get good gator down in Hell, unless it's been a fellow sinner!"

Valera

HAS she had gator? Hrm...

"I might have, but not in many, many years! I'd be happy to bring you some, if you'd be kind enough to share the meal you make out of it! Same with any other seafood you crave. Or crawfish, I never know if they should count as *sea*food..."

Alastor

"Oh, I certainly think so! A proper seafood spread is never finished without a heaping, steaming pile of crawfish!" He laughed. "I'd be more than happy to share some of anything I make! What good is New Orleans cooking if you don't share it?"

He hummed, a low whine turning more high pitched, as he aimed again-- and fired. Oops that one's another miss.

"Dang! Thought I had it!"

Valera

She watches him fire again, eyes narrowing as the bolt misses. Would it be overstepping if she...? Ah, what's it matter. She reaches an arm out, mindful of his personal space as she taps the speargun a hair lower.

"You're doing beautifully, don't worry. You've got this next one in the bag, Alastor."

Alastor

He doesn't say anything when she tilts the gun lower, and even sends a beaming smile her way. And then he aims again, and fires again.....

And another strike! Another body shot, but hey! He was still learning, after all. He reeled it in and removed the spear.

"This one I think, will need some ice!"

Valera

A small matter to drop a cooler and some ice in, presented with a grand flourish to her most esteemed guest. And THEN a round of applause on top of it. He IS doing remarkably well after all, he deserves some feedback for his efforts.

"Fantastic display, Alastor. Five shots, two kills, and all within your first half hour of practice! I couldn't be prouder of my star pupil!"

Alastor

"How long until this thing needs to be recharged, so to speak?" He looked at the gun, inspecting it all over.

"And thank you! I've always picked up things rather quickly-- well, most of the time!"

Valera

"Eh, with shallow waters like these? Ten shots, I think the instructions said? Though I'm not sure how your magic compares, so it could be eight, or twelve." She shrugs. "I barely ever need to charge mine, but to say I radiate magic might be describing it in the way a forest fire might be called a bit toasty, so.. Your mileage may vary."

Alastor

He snorted, and aimed once more-- spearing another fish. He was getting pretty good at this.

"Radiate is about right, I could feel your aura from a mile away! It's so....everywhere here, that it _actually_ took me a while to notice it. Like if you're in the water and don't notice the temperature."

Valera

She grins! Offers him a very loud purr in place of a shoulder bump.

"Oh! You noticed? Nobody had said anything, I wasn't sure if you were sensitive to it or not. Okkylk itself sings with magic! Or, at least the parts where we Veci like to live do. If you go into the mountains, it thins out considerably. The Nir and Artak'in aren't nearly so.... Vibrant, I suppose. And the Pira actually *absorb* magic." Yes, he's totally going to know what all of those things she's saying mean. Absolutely.

..... Cough. "Those are the other species that live on Okkylk."

Alastor

He smiles through it. Be strong, Alastor, be strong for Mother! He laughs and gives her a nod.

"Oh yes, I figured as much! Wouldn't want to meet the ones you said absorb magic-- I run on the stuff, pretty much!" He shrugged and aaaaaimed again. And fired! And missed. Well, you win some, you lose some. He reeled it back in.

"I'm quite magical myself, so I did notice! I suspect my other selves also did, but with the lot of us, who knows! Kyxs may well have noticed too, but he hasn't been practicing his aura sensing much." The audience 'ooooo's and he tsks.

Valera

Oh, hm! Closer, that one was unfair. She'd probably have missed too. Guess she can fire a shot, but she'll be fair and aim for trickier targets... Ough, body shot on that eel. Good enough, into the cooler it goes.

"Tsk tsk! Alastor, you'd better tell that boy to get back to his studies! Can't have him getting himself in trouble with half baked magic, that's worse than no magic at all!"

Alastor

"Yes, I know! I've been giving him a break for the holidays-- stressful time that it is-- but after the extermination, he'll be right back in it!" He laughed and shot again. Another fish and that one was right into the eye! Excellent!

He beamed at Valera as he tossed it into the container.

Valera

She actually cheers when he reels in his new catch, bouncing in place right there on the dock as she claps enthusiastically. He did it! What a shot! What a PERFORMANCE! A perfect display!

"Bravo, Alastor! That was BEAUTIFULLY done! You've got to be pulling my leg, you've done this before, haven't you darling? Either way, that was perfect! I'm in awe, my dear!"

Alastor

He laughs!! Again!! And puts a hand to his chest. "I swear on my dear Mother, that I haven't! Told you, I get things quick!"

He hums and then a song starts playing. _If I can learn to do it, you can learn to do it!_ The song cuts off as quick as it starts, and he chuckles, firing off another shot. And another strike! Not a clean one like before, but still good!

Valera

Not perfect, but more than good enough to bring in dinner. And look, she even gets a snippet from... "Anastasia! A wonderful little film that was, the songs were so lovely. And my goodness, the animation.."

Hmmhmm... She's getting distracted, don't mind the humming.

Alastor

He blinks at that! Well!! "I wasn't expecting you to know songs from Earth!"

He lifts the gun and fires again, and another strike. As he reels it, he figures it's about time to charge it back up, and there his eyes go, all radio dials again and the static picks back up-- and then he's back to normal.

"I find most musicals entertaining! Far more than non-musicals, for certain! And yes, the animation has a charm to it!"

Valera

He wouldn't know! Of course he wouldn't know. She twirls in place, arms opening as she just short of sings.

"Oh, I love Earth musicals! All the works of Gilbert and Sullivan, Mary Poppins, Hello Dolly, Chicago, even a number of animated films! I've seen a spread, and I've found some charm in each of them!"

Alastor

He perks up visibly at that. "Oh! A fish swimming in my own see! How grand!!"

Another song starts up. _Come on, babe. Why don't we paint the town? DADADA BUM BUM And all that jaaaazz!_

He almost forgot he had a gun in his arms, but remember it quickly enough, turning to take aim and fire another shot. Shoot, another miss.

Valera

Good try, Alastor! She leans in, lining her sights up to shoot the fish he'd been going for as it swam away. Not a good shot, by any means, but vengeance is vengeance, can't have that fish telling anyone else that it escaped the radio demon. To the cooler with his catch!

She'll dare go for a hip bump, just enough of a brush that it might have been accidental. Is she humming When You're Good To Mama? She might be, but good luck getting her to admit it.

Alastor

The song cuts off and the audience cheers, and Alastor claps his hand against his gun. "That little thing won't slip out of your grasp!"

When he picks up what she's humming, his frequency shifts and that song starts playing in place of 'All That Jazz'.

"You know! This is practically the theme song of a good friend of mine, whom you've invited here!"

Valera

Dinner and a show, what could be better? She snorts, stepping back into her own personal space bubble.

"I'm familiar! She's a lovely dame, big fan of the work ethic she keeps."

Alastor

"It's true, she never stops that Madame! Always working some angle, networking some connection-- I'd call her ambitious but that'd do her a disservice. She knows what she wants and she grabs it with both hands and four tentacles!" Another bout of canned laughter.

"I've been a loyal patron since she approached me way back when-- never showed her fear, which I applaud!" And there's some canned applause. Alastor lifted the gun again annnnnnd.....boom! Another fish onto the pile. How many did they have, four? Hm, not enough for all the carnivores they had here. He should shoot some more.

Valera

He SHOULD shoot some more. So should Valera, instead of jawing away and flailing around like she is. Silly fish. Back to hunting, then.

"Indeed." Oh, another eel? She aims, then hesitates a moment while she double checks... alright. Not one of her guests, it's safe to shoot. She doubted either Pentious was dumb enough to swim around where there were people spearing fish, but at the same time.. They weren't the most observant, despite the eyes.

"Try not to shoot Sir Pentious, my fine fellow. I don't think he's over here, but I'm sure he's swimming around somewhere."

Alastor

The Audience boos a bit at that but Alastor only laughs. "As your guest, I'll respect your request! Considering that I couldn't be sure which Pentious I was shooting at anyway, it's no skin off my teeth!"

He displayed said teeth in a wide mouthed grin. "Wouldn't want to tag your beau instead of dear little Pentell instead!"

Valera

She misses her next shot, jolting in place as Alastor just TELLS HER SIR PENTIOUS' REAL NAME. The poor speargun doesn't even get a chance to reel in before she drops it, hands flying to her hips as she rounds on her guest. "ALASTOR."

Ooooh Alastoooor she's giving you a look like she's about to get out a wooden spoooooon.

Alastor

That _tone_ has him JUMPING nearly out of his skin. His smile doesn't falter-- eighty years of keeping it up the only thing to save him there-- but his eyes do widen, almost comically. The feeling crawling down his spine is a familiar one, someone who grew up with a strict but loving mother always would get when one did something to earn her ire.

He turned towards Valera, trying to keep his cool as he asked, as nonchalantly as possible: "Yes? What is it?"

Valera

Valera steps in, using the entire two inches of height she has on him for all they're worth. Not to look down at him, just to loom as she lowers her voice to that firm, no nonsense tone.

"Alastor, you know better than that. Why would you go telling business that isn't yours to tell?" Oh, maybe she's being too mean.. Alright, soften that tone up. She's not his *boss* here, she's just the hostess. "I'm not mad, just disappointed. I don't want to make Sir Pentious feel like I've invaded his privacy, but I'm going to have to talk to him about this later."

Alastor

Oh and does she loom. And when she whips out the 'I'm not Mad, I'm Disappointed' line, it's like she just took the speargun and shot him right through his chest. It's only his consummate professionalism and skills as a performer that keep his face static, keep him from giving a hint of ground.

"Ah, yes, my apologies! I often forget myself when speaking about him. Don't mind me and my old mind, sometimes things just fall out out of there! Like blood leaking from sackcloth!" He laughed, but there was noticably more static and reverb to his words. Alastor turned back to the sea, firing off his gun again to spear another fish, as he spoke again.

"Don't worry about Sir Pentious-- or the one that I'm familiar with at least. He's resilient! He bounces back eventually! No one can put him down for good, though many have tried!" Every compliment seems more insult coming from him, where Pentious is concerned.

Valera

Nice try, Alastor. If you were the first she'd met, she'd probably have believed him. But no such luck this time around. She watches him turn away and spear another fish, quietly taking up her speargun to wind it in properly. But then she sets it aside, planting a firm hand on the poor man's shoulder.

"It's not me you need to apologize to, Alastor. Though I do appreciate it, that's very sweet of you." Better to temper her scolding with kindness, it's the only way she's gotten *some* people to listen. "We can come out again later, we should take these back and clean them before any pesky birds show up. I've got scalers in the kitchen. You did a wonderful job catching these!" A pat, and she pulls her hand away. She was already playing a dangerous game by initiating any physical contact at all, so best to keep it brief.

Alastor

There's certainly a shiver when she touches him, but he swallows it down. Don't be weak, don't show it. The show must go on. After reeling his latest catch, he puts it on the ice and props the gun on his shoulder.

"Yes, I think we've got a hefty enough supply! And the cleaning is the best part, after all, I'd be happy to lend a hand!" He wiggled one set of fingers.

"Or two!" Suddenly, his other hand is waving-- without the gun moving from its place on his shoulder-- and then he's back to holding it and all is normal. Including him dodging the bit about apologizing to anyone else.

Valera

Ah, back to business as usual, that's MUCH less tense. Valera snorts at his theatrics, picking up her speargun and laying it over the fish before hefting the cooler up with her tail. Much better than making anyone carry the bulky thing in their arms!

"Much appreciated, my dear. And don't worry, I haven't forgotten about my promise! You'll get your fresh fish before you saunter back to Hell. Now lets get these things looking presentable, hm?"

Alastor

"Yes, absolutely! We'll have to see who's the better cleaner, eh?" He laughed and gave her a quick, playful jab with his elbow. Got to show who's the one who gets to touch around here!

Valera

"What, you think you can descale a fish better than another fish can? That's awfully bold of you, I hope you've got the talent to back that claim up, Alastor!" She wont elbow him back, considering she's got spines full of neurotoxins around there, but she will give him the gentlest shoulder bump, barely enough to dent his padding. She's competitive, but not to the point of actually wanting to upset the man.

Alastor

"I think I'll at least put up a fight!" He laughed. "As long as I've been around fish and fish adjacent creatures, I've gotten very good at relieving them of scale and guts!"

Valera

"I can't tell if I should be impressed or intimidated. I'll decide when I see it in action!" She'll stop milking the 'because she's a fish joke', but come on. It's perfect for this.

And off they go, catch and all.

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Everything Changes P.3

Part 1| Part 2

Ahsaki meets her parents and learns that she really only has one choice for her foreseeable future.

I awoke again without the comfort of Katsuki by my side. In fact, there was nobody in the room with me now. Just me. And the silence that seemed increasingly loud in my head. Where was everybody? I sat up, letting the blanket that was tucked up under my chin fall to my lap. Did they leave? Was I alone now? No. They wouldn’t do that would they? I swipe my hand through my hair, trying to create the same comfort Izuku gave me when he ran his fingers through it, to no avail.

They wouldn’t just leave. They would tell me first… Right?

My world crashes around me as I realize something I allowed myself to blissfully forget: I don’t know them. I have no idea if they would leave without telling me. These boys could be anybody, lying to play some cruel trick on me maybe. Any second I could be brought back to him.

I paused in my own thoughts. Him? Who is He? I sit, staring at my hands, wracking my brain for any idea who this mystery man could be. Why does he make my heart pound? Why can’t I conjure an image of the man that makes me feel so panicked? I take a few deep breaths, trying to regain focus on the world around me.

The room I was in was rid of any trace of plant life and once again pristine looking. I guess they no longer want any plants around me. I think, looking at the empty vase on the table next to my bed. I suppose I don’t blame them. After all, I did almost cause panic the last time there were plants around. A wave of guilt washes over me as I think back. Why can’t I control this? Why was I so weak?

I’m brought back to the room by the door swinging open, the woman from the photo Aizawa gave me panting in the doorway, followed closely by the soft looking man. My parents. I stare up at them standing in the doorway, tears in both their eyes.

“Ahsaki…” My mother, Mitsuki, breathed out coming into the room further. “I never thought-” her voice cuts off with a crack, the man, my father, coming up and putting a hand on her shoulder. I just stare at them, unsure of what to say. Unsure if they even know I have no memory of them. She takes a step closer, reaching out for my hand where it sits on the bed. I don’t move away but also do not bring it toward her to grab.

“They said you don’t remember anything.” My father, Masaru, said a few tears streaking his face. “Is that true?”

I nod, looking back down to the hand that remained in my lap.

“They also said Kats was with you. Where is he?” The woman looked up, her eyes now red from holding back the tears I could tell desperately wanted to fall. I just shrug. Bringing my knees to my chest, I think of the boy no longer here to comfort me. “What? Are you telling me that good for nothing boy left you here all alone?!” She said suddenly filled with a familiar rage. The same rage that Katsuki held, the one that was loud but not mean.

“What are you screaming about now hag?” Katsuki walked in the door, his hands in his pockets, Izuku not far behind him carrying two steaming cups.

Relief flooded over my body, relaxing it. He wasn’t gone, neither of them were.

“How could you just leave your sister all alone like that, Katsuki Bakugou you are damn lucky I don’t ground you!” She yelled at the boy now taking a seat next to my bed.

“You can’t ground me idiot, I don’t live with you.”

“How dare you Katsuki!” She raged, flinging the bag she brought with her at his head, which he easily deflected. I laughed, leaning back against my pillows. The sound seemed to stop everything in the room. Mitsuki bursting into tears, grabbing my shoulders and pulling me into a tight hug.

“I never th-thought I’d hear you laugh again” She cried, burying her head into my shoulder.

I froze when she grabbed me, suddenly feeling like all the air was pulled from my lungs. It didn’t feel like when Katsuki hugged me, or when Izuku held me, It was more foreign than that. I felt like I couldn’t move, like any movement would only constrict me further.

“Wow, what a crybaby.” Katsuki mumbled next to me, unknowingly saving me from the hug. For the next moment Mitsuki was back to berating the boy, tears still falling from her eyes. I look to the other side of my bed where Izuku and Masaru were engaged in a conversation about something, talking in hushed voices. A soft panic washed over me watching the two converse. Why, I'm not sure, making me increasingly more frustrated. Why do I keep feeling these things for no reason? Is there something in my past with the Bakugous that could explain it? Would they just worry if I asked? I don’t want them to worry, in fact that’s the last thing I want.

“Anyway,” Mitsuki said, turning back to me, finished with Katsuki. “Your doctor said they want to keep you for observation today but since there is no lasting damage they are discharging you tonight. We were thinking we could take you to that little soba shop you liked on the way home, maybe it will jog your memory a bit.”

I nodded, having no clue what shop she was talking about.

“In the meantime I brought you these.” Masaru took the bag from his wife’s hands, setting the contents on the edge of my bed. “They are old family albums. We thought they may help.”

I softly touched the soft red cover of the book sitting on top of the small pile. It felt nice against my fingers, the worn leather like an old friend. I picked it up looking at the first few pages.

Me and Katsuki as babies, us huddled under a blanket by a christmas tree, me and Izuku playing in the dirt, Katsuki spraying us with a hose, Mitsuki running after Katsuki after being sprayed by the hose. All of the pictures brought light to my heart but also sadness with each one. It was like looking at someone else’s photos, none of them felt like memories, just stories that happened to someone else.

Tears sprang to my eyes again as I looked through the photos, Izuku happily telling me the stories behind them all. I would not let the tears fall this time. I would be strong for the people around me, the family I need to convince myself is mine.

We looked at a few more photos before a knock sounds through the room, followed by Aizawa entering with a stoic expression. I could see the officers behind him, trying to stay out of my line of sight. My heart skipped a few beats, panic bubbling in my throat. Why were the police here? Why was Aizawa looking at me like that? Where had the man who questioned me gone? Replaced by this cold calculating figure.

“I need to speak with you two.” Was all he said, looking at my parents. They stared at him then turned to look at each other, worry etched onto Masaru’s face, a fierce look in Mitsuki’s eyes. Mitsuki turned to me, gave me a smile, then walked out of the room with my Masaru on her heels.

The three of us stared after them for a moment, an anxious silence settling over all of us.

“I’m sure it's nothing.” Izuku said, smiling at me. I nodded and did my best to smile back at him, feeling like any moment could be my last with them.

“What did you mean earlier?” I asked, turning my attention to Katsuki. “About not living with them?”

Katsuki seemed distracted, still staring at the door his our, parents walked through moments before. Izuku answered, also noticing Katski's distracted face.

"We both attend UA High school, it's the school with the best hero course. We live in dorms there with our other classmates."

I know of UA High School. I think they told me about it, a long time ago. The memory burns just outside of my reach. I just nod, looking down at my hands.

"What's wrong?"

"It's just, that means we wont see each other doesn't it?"

The silence that followed only added to the stones pressing down on my chest. They won't be around to help me become the person I was. They won't be there to help the next time panic rises and I lose control.

"It's not like we'll never see you." Katsuki stated, his tone was tight and commanding, making what would be a statement into a promise. "Besides, how am I gonna make sure you don't get yourself hurt again if I never see you." I nod, offering him a weak smile, which he returns with a toothy grin.

"Oh ya, here this is for you Ah-san." Izuku drags my attention to the no longer steaming cup in his hand. "It got a little cold but it should still taste just fine! It used to be your favorite..."

I take the cup from him bringing it to my lips. It smelled amazing, I could smell the chocolate before I tasted it. I took a grateful gulp of it. Flavors spread across my tongue one after the other. Chocolate, cream, and then a small kick of spice.

"It's delicious!" I exclaim, feeling the drink warm my chest. The boys chuckle as I gulp down more of it.

"Oi, slow down, you're gonna make yourself sick idiot." Katsuki grumbled next to me, his smile contradicting the annoyance in his voice. I feel my cheeks burn a little as I put the mostly finished drink down on the table next to my bed.

Katsuki returned his attention to the door, waiting for the adults to return and tell us what is going on. To his annoyance the door remained firmly closed.

"So Ah-san, what do you want to see first when you get home? We could go to the creek like we used to, or we could walk to the mall, it's not to far from your house."

I thought for a moment. The mall sounded fun, but there would be so many people, it would be too loud I think. The creek sounded nice too, although I could see myself getting bored quickly there. I was spared having to answer, interrupted by the door opening.

Katsuki drew himself up, straightening his back and tilting his chin up waiting for the news. Izuku grabbed my hand, making me worry about what may be said next.

Why were they so on edge? Were they expecting bad news? Why?

The Bakugous walked back in the room holding hands, Masaru's arm around his wife's shoulder, followed closely by Aizawa. She looked at me and gave me a weak smile, the kind you give to a child when you are about to give them bad news.

"Ahsaki..." She trailed, unsure how to tell me whatever news needed to be given. She turned to look at Aizawa, her eyes turning hard and cold as she glared at him.

"Look kid, you are being given two options. One: you can live in a quirk care facility," Izuku's hand tightened around mine, Katsuki was about to get up and yell but his mother's hand pushed him back down into the chair by his shoulder. Aizawa sighed at the look of confusion plain on my face. "It's a facility run by the government to host individuals who either cannot be trusted with their quirks or outright cannot control them. Though hearing some of the stories about the facilities I would not recommend it." He said offhandedly, not breaking eye contact with me and ignoring the glares he got from everybody around him. "Or, you could come live at UA, you would stay in the 1A dorms, with Bakugou and Midoriya until you learn to control your quirk and I deem you safe to re-enter society."

"Safe to re-enter society, what the hell are you talking about! She's not dangerous!" Katsuki roared beside me, shoving Mitsuki's hand off his shoulder.

Aizawa opened his mouth to answer but Katsuki was already yelling again. I did not pay attention to what he was yelling, instead I looked to the photo album still open on my lap, I looked at the picture of me, Izuku, and Katsuki all curled up together on the ground. Katsuki was laying on his back, one hand under his head as a pillow and the other around me, curled up into his side. Izuku curled against my back one of his hands grabbing my shirt at my waist. We were maybe six.

Despite the yelling, some of the weight on my chest lifted. I could stay with them, I wouldn't have to be alone. I looked up to see Katsuki red in the face, still yelling at his teacher who only looked forward, ignoring his rude remarks.

I lifted my hand resting in on Katsuki's arm, instantly quieting him.

"It's alright Katsuki, he's right, I can't control it. I would be a danger. I'll stay at UA." I say trying not to show how excited I was. I did not want to make my parents upset.

Katsuki, still glaring, sat again at my side.

"Great. We will send a car to pick you up tonight." He said and walked out of the door without any goodbyes.

#Mha #original character #katsuki bakugou #izuku midoriya #bnha #bnha fic #protective katsuki

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 4 years

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Amiright?

Summery- 2.1k. Colin x Y/N. A fun night out brings up some questions. So this was written for @official-and-unstable-satan gif challenge. If you wanna participate, head on over and join in, more then happy to nominate you if you desire. I did break the rules a bit with that opening gif, but it does appear before the final gif. Im not much of one to follow the rules, sorry peeps. I roll my own way.

You and Colin had a easy relationship. It was never really all that serious, you two never even made it “official”. The two just melded one day into this more then best friends with benefits, you were his unofficial girlfriend, a term you thought yourself to be. You unfortunately would freeze up at the idea of official girlfriend, i mean... thats to serious, isnt it?

He looked out for you, and you looked out for him. Long days at work, he would surprise you with your favorite take out spread on the coffee table, and then you would sit between his legs, his arms wrapped around you while you both played the newest video game. He would make it out like you totally kicked his ass, stealing kisses and nibbles when he wanted to distract you and usually before the night was done, the video controllers were forgotten for a quickie on the couch, often times the video games music was your new sexy time theme song.

Then other times, he would drag you out of the apartment. His grin boyish as he insisted you change from your work outfit, unbuttoning your blouse and running a hand over the lacy cups of your bra. “Fuck I love this number on you, when we come back, I should peel you right out of this with my teeth.” Your breath hitched, you would like that very much. Placing a kiss to your lips, he smirked “but not right now. I have something else in mind. Something sporty lil minx.”

“Where are we going?” You question, digging through your closet. “Im not sure of how to dress!”

“Anything babe! Comfy clothes!” He went into the closet you currently were a bit lost in, and reached over you to grab your sweat pants and a tshirt. You look at them with an arched brow and snort while taking them. “You high classing me up Stud?”

He winked as he pulled on his old beat up grey zip up. “You know it sexy, aint no one got nothing on you.”

Laughing, the two of you stumble out the door and his arm wrapped around you your waist, holding you in against his side, you followed him along, chatting a bit about your day since he wasnt spilling what the two of you were doing.

But soon enough you two came up to the local gymnasium and he dug out a key from his pocket, unlocking the doors and slipping in. As the two of you walked in, a few lights sprung on and you wiggled out of his hold and sprang forward to do a cartwheel, landing half hazardly back on your feet. “Ta-Da!” giggling as you reach up to pull your hair back into a ponytail, snapping the band you kept around your wrist around. Colin grabbed a nearby basketball and lazily dribbled it as he sauntered towards you across the court. “How did you get the key to this place?”

“I know a guy who knows a guy, who needed a gig played this weekend. Figured we needed a night out baby, and what better then playing Horse?” Another dribble and you put your hands to your hips watching him, you were always down for the thrill of the challenge. Competitive little minx that you are. And he was right, you two had been holed up in the apartment for a tad to long.

“Well lets make it interesting Colin.” you state, holding your hands out for the ball. “Every missed shot, we get to pick something to loose.” He cocked a brow and raked his eyes over you. “Game on babygirl.“ He tossed you the ball ,and smirked, watching as you picked your spot. Off to the left side of the court, along the edge, you dribble a few times and then with a small jump, flick of your wrist, you sent the ball flying, and hell you made this shot a hundred times growing up. That ball gave a sweet sweet swish snap, and Colin rolled his eyes. “easy, I got this.” Jogging for the ball, he swooped it up and zig zagging over to you, showing off, you step from where you stood while he went to make his shot.

“Its harder then it looks” you claim, and he winks.

“Im winning this baby, your gonna look awful good running around all bare ass naked in here while I claim my trophey.” And sure enough he to made the shot.

“Oh you think your gonna get that far? Whats your trophey?”

“Why your panties of course.”

Oh fuck, game on boy, you thought and grabbing the ball, you chose your next spot, further away, towards the middle of the court. When you went to make your shot, he snapped your ass with his palm, making you squeek and shoot it way off, not even hitting the back board. “COLIN!” His laughter echoing as he tugged on your shirt. “Off it comes!”

“That was cheating you bastard” you stick your tongue out as you jerk it over your head and toss it over his shoulder. He grasped your chin and drew your teasing tongue into his mouth, wrangling a moan from you before releasing you.

"Fighting dirty is encouraged babygirl, I thought you knew that" you narrowed your eyes at him as he jogged for the ball, the bouncing echoing while he assessed where he wanted to shoot from. Once he picked, you sauntered in front of him, leaving enough space so he could shoot, but you knew what could distract him. Since they distracted him 20 times a day without even trying. His hand was always snaking up your shirt to play with your breasts.

Just as he was about to shoot, your hands shot up and giving a luscious lip parting, moan, plumping the swells together, his eyes immediately fell from the hoop to where they were spilling over the top, and sure enough his shot went WAY WAY off the mark. A drop of your hands and the wiggle of the brows, you snicker.

“Loose the shirt hot stuff!” You tug on his hoodie, and pull down the zipper for him, leaning up to catch his lips in a kiss, fully meant to draw his focus from the game. Tiny nips, flick of the tongue trailing over his full bottom lip and then pulling away before he can get the satisfaction of tasting your kiss. A frustrated groan fell from his chest, and he shrugged off the shirt.

The back and forth was fierce. Colin got the satisfaction of getting the next few shots, and much to your disdain at this, you shed off your belt, pants and one sock. He did let you keep on one sock, how sweet of him. While you were following along behind him, hooking your hand into his belt loops and tugging on him from behind as he takes a random jumping shot, falling back into you.

“Ha, you missed baby, Pants, they are finally mine!”

He doesnt even hesitate to unzip them and tug them off, a smirk playing off his mouth.

So his next statement threw you off axis, put a pause to your laughter, tilted your whole world off kilter. You dont know why it would scare you so much.

“My girlfriend is free to take my pants off whenever she pleases.” With a toss he shot them in the pile of clothing you accumulated.

But you couldnt see that, he called you his girlfriend, girlfriend. You werent anything, never have been.

“What? Im not your girlfriend.”

He just looked at you a bit weird and picked up the ball. “Of course you are Y/N, we practically live together now, Im just waiting for my lease to end on my apartment.”

“Oh no buddy.” Your hands go to your hips with a shake of the head “We never said we were anything.” Pointing between the two of you, good mood gone as his face turned serious listening to you.

“Then what has this all been? You cant tell me nothing Y/N, its been like a year” You already had turned on your heels. You werent running away, no, not at all. You werent terrified that he might have cared about you more then in a friendly way, although you both know thats the biggest mother fucking lie you told yourself in that moment when he was saying your name, trying to get an answer.

Your gathering your clothes when he grasps your arm. “Will you just stop for a moment Y/N and talk to me?”

“I cant, I got to work tomorrow.” You lamely make an excuse, fuck work.

“You know, I knew I god damn knew you would pull this shit Y/N the minute I said it was anything. You know why? Your so damned scared of actually wanting something, you wont say it. Think its gonna blow all up in your face, amiright?” His words running together as you wrench your arm out and you glare at him.

“Im not the one who just assumed anything asshole.” Your temper flaring to hide anything other then what you really want to say. And you leave Colin standing there in shock, in the middle of the gymnasium, the lights glaring over him and you resolve not to look back as you slam out the door, but you hear him, a string of cusses following you outside in his anger and your name, your name calling you back, to not run away. But run away you did.

He didnt come back that night, not to your apartment, you heard the slamming of his door across the hallway and you curled up in bed feeling completely miserable about what had happened, how you reacted and maybe he was right, you had some kind of commitment issue after years of self esteem issues. Ones he always talked you through.

“Babes your so damn smart, what would I do without you?!” Helping him put together a lyric for his music, the words would just come to you.

“Come on, its not that bad, let me read.” Sneaking a peek over your shoulder at a short writing piece you were indulging yourself in.

“Kicking ass and taking names” High fiving you after a particularly difficult boss in the video game.

“Baby you eat today? How about a grilled cheese?” on those days you just couldnt get your shit together and remember to feed yourself. A water bottle being tossed at you.

“God damn your so beautiful” Early morning wake ups, his arm locking you in close, and not allowing you to leave him for a few moments. A kiss to your shoulder and light nibble to your neck before you really had to start the day.

It hurt he wasnt there now, the bed felt hollowed and you buried your face in the pillow. Why did you do this to yourself? He tried to text a few times, but you bypassed them, not having an answer for him. He would want one, Curtis didnt just let things go. ‘what are you never going to talk to me again?’ was his last one. Then the phone went silent.

The night turned into days, and it turned into the longest three damn days you could recall. Then the third night as you were nursing a beer, secretly listening for the door across the hall, there was a knock, a soft rapt that made you spring up out of your seat. Setting the bottle aside, you unlocked your door and peered out. Opening the door wider, there was Colin, not in his usual band tees, and jeans, or that stupid zip up you missed, no he was dressed up, tie and everything.

“Hi Y/n” he smiled, fidgeting a bit, he seemed so out of his norm. You shyly look down, picking at your rather unfancy attire.

“Hi Colin, you look good”

“Do I? I wouldnt know” He teased and reached out to lift your face with a tilt of his fingers under your chin. “But theres an important woman whom deserves it.” Your brows come together, clearly unsure of what he meant. “Y/N, I didnt mean to scare you off, I should have done this right, not just assume you wanted the same thing I did. Im hoping you do, but if you dont... then I will respect that. Will you date me, be my girlfriend?”

Seeing him now, those uncalled for fears still lingered, but you wanted this. You wanted him, and the past few days showed just how much he actually meant to you, maybe you both were taking each other for granted.

“Yes Colin, I cant believe you still want to after I was such an asshole”

“Nah, you werent an asshole.” He stepped in closer, and kissed your forehead. “Okay, maybe a teeny bit, but I was a big dick for not talk to you about it, so that makes us pretty even right?”

You laugh listening to him and tug on his tie, dragging him into the apartment. Fuck you missed this.

@what-is-your-plan-today im just gonna tag you in everything till your like “STOP” lmao

#colin x reader #chris evans #god he was such a baby here

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babysizedfics · 4 years

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okay okay please write a hc post about Roman and Virgil managing Thomas's romance life together and it being another one of Their Things, that Logan and Patton barely really participate in? Like I can see them all happy and excited to do this, and Roman reassuring Virgil constantly that he's okay and that they can do this? like idk man I wanna see your thoughts on this. - 🐇

okokokokokokokokok i LOVE this ask thank u!!! i actually ran away with this a lot im sorry but im just LOVING THIS EPISODE SO MUCH so here is the l/b rendition of what happens after!!

so roman and vee actually cant talk coherently for a whole day after they are just so happy!! squealing and giggling! and logan and patton are so shocked by how excited they are but like in the surprised laughter way, they see their boys jumping up and down and rambling and smiling so big and it makes them so happy to see!!

for that evening ro and vee are just ECSTATIC and virgil gets so excited that he loses his voice and goes mute and can only happy flap and squeak and laugh and hum and roman gets so excited that he has WAY TOO MUCH energy and goes for an hour long impromptu run - which logan joins him on because he is worried roman will get so excited he will run off track and get lost !!

and while lo and ro are running and logan is marvelling at how roman manages to run for five mins straight AND not stop talking the whole time, patton is with vee and vee cant talk he can only bounce and squeal and so patton just bounces with him!! they hold hands and jump! he hardly knows what theyre so excited about but of course hes gonna catch the excitement its so contagious!! so they bounce and giggle and pretty soon vee regresses into the most playful excitable little baby

and logan and roman return and roman is still excitedly rambling and logan is chuckling through his breathlessness because actually it was pretty hard to keep up with roman - then ro sees that vee has regressed and INSTANTLY goes into kiddo mode and they have the most fun filled excited happy evening where the boys are just so so so giggly and theres lots of games and bouncing and tickling

the next day they manage to calm down a bit and think and roman realises that maybe flirting and romance hasnt worked in the past bc he was mainly working alone and it is a big job to handle for just one side and it has such a big effect on thomas' mental state that maybe he needs some assistance

and he approaches virgils room and finds him laying face down on his bed with his face in a pillow - roman would be worried that he was crying but he could see virgil was kicking his feet against each other too and roman smiles and 'still thinking about it?'

virgils head pops up from the pillow with the BIGGEST smile and says 'DUH of course i am!'

'me too!!' roman giggles and jumps onto virgils bed beside him to lie down and kicks his feet against the mattress excitedly 'ahhhhh!' he squeals

'ahhhh!!' virgil echoes

after a trifle more gay screaming they calm and are sat shoulder to shoulder against the headboard and virgil is shaking jiji in his hands to help stim and roman is stroking a little giraffe plushie vee has and roman brings it up that he is planning on texting nico this morning

virgil smiles bigger and clutches the toy to his cheat 'oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh yes go for it please please please-'

'hang on!' roman giggles 'im telling you because i thought maybe you would wanna help!'

for the first time since they left the mall yesterday virgils smile drops

'virgil' roman starts, but vee so quickly cuts him off

'i can't, im gonna mess it up! whenever im in charge of somthing i just panic and ruin everyth--'

'you wont be fully in charge, we'll share that role!'

'i-' virgil hesitates 'i dunno...'

roman sighs, then a determinstion comes over him and he sits taller and asks 'who pushed thomas to chase after nico?'

the tiniest little smile twists the corner of virgils mouth, but he scratches his cheek to hide it and when his hand lowers its gone 'that wasnt even a-'

'who pushed thomas to chase after nico?' roman repeats, smiling and poking virgils shoulder

vee bites his lip and pulls jiji up to hi chin 'mmnmn'

'i cant hear it' roman insists, twisting on the bed to face virgil directly. he makes a bold move and even reaches out to gently push virgils chin up so he looks at him. theres happiness dancing in virgils eyes WHICH ARE SURROUNDED BY GLITTERY PURPLE EYESHADOW IN CASE ANYONE FORGOT

'i did' virgil mumbles, followed by a muffled giggly because holy moly he actually did that!!

'and thats why youre my new romantic coworker' roman says very proudly, beaming ear to ear, though he hastily adds 'if you want to!'

virgil considers it, bites his lip, strokes jiji, then his smile practicaly lights up the whole room 'yes!'

and they learn a lot from each other by working together! in this au virgil and patton are the only ones who dont have designated working days, their work is reactionary more than anything, they dont have to create ideas or file information like the others, they just react as and when needed dependeing on what thimas experiences. but working with roman is virgils first experience having a sort of routine with work - every tuesday is romance planning!

they leave it flexible of course on account of both of their neurodivergency and allowing room to push the day back if one or both of them are little, but the predictability is actually something that virgil rlly appreciates and looks forward to every week!

and roman learns ways of reeling in his more extreme ideas and being able to apply a sense of realism to his plans! plus it helps him a ton to be able to talk about ideas and get them out, it helps organise them in his mind - and virgil constantly telling him how great he is at what he does does absolute wonders for romans self esteem too

shoot im out of words bc i just got excited about the episode again ahhhhhh gonna tag this as to be continued!!!!

#EDIT april 2021: none of this is canon anymore waaah sorry but i will leave it up anyway!!#all caps #long post #little/big concepts #asks #🐇 anon

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anna-justice · 4 years

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Kidnapped - Jeff Wittek

Summary: With the help of y/n, David pulls off the most epic prank in Vlog Squad history.

Warnings: None I think, lol, maybe swearing?

A/N: This is my first vlog squad imagine so let me know what you think! Also, sorry if I messed up who lived where, I honestly can’t keep up.

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David is always looking for new content when it comes to his vlogs, so 3 months ago when Jeff introduced everyone to his new girlfriend, he knew it was the perfect opportunity to do something big. He waited until he knew it was serious, Jeff was a bit of a playboy, but after several weeks of him catching glances and ditching the gang for date nights, he decided to put his plan in motion.

Y/n fit into the group extremely well, she was energetic, funny, easy to be around, everyone loved her and how good she was for Jeff. When David asked her to help him she was all in, along with the rest of the group. They had spent the last month setting the stage, hiring an actor to play a crazy fan, planning a rager for Jeff’s birthday and most importantly making sure everyone was in on it but him.

It started out simple, a twitter account by the name of Kendall Lochlin would DM Jeff once or twice a day professing her love for him. Obviously David put that in the Vlog and the account became more and more popular, only making the story more realistic. After a few weeks of DM’s the actress that David hired upped her game, showing up at places where the group was, “paying” for everyone’s meal from a table across the room, posting them on her instagram story at parties. Not to mention the threatening texts about y/n. David made sure she was a step ahead of them and that everyone else was always playing their parts.

However, everything changed last week, when David decided that it was time to kick it into high gear…

Yln was leaning into Jeff’s side on David’s couch while they joked on Todd and Natalie. She snuggled in further as she laughed, Jeff pressing a chaste kiss to her temple, grinning big. Jeff pulled out his phone and mindlessly scrolled through instagram as the banter continued. He noticed a new direct message notification and checked it, jumping up in his seat when the photo sent is of the back of his head. “Babe?” Y/n asks, setting her hand on his thigh.

Jeff bounds towards the back sliding door to David’s backyard. “That girl, she’s here, she sent me a picture of all of us just now.” Y/n smirks, catching Natalie’s gaze, Jeff being oblivious to the fact that everyone in the room was faking their shock. Y/n makes her way to Jeff’s side in the backyard, playing her part as the terrified girlfriend well. She grips his arm tight and tucks herself into his side. “Doll, please, go back inside, you shouldn’t be out here.” Y/n nods, squeezing his arm and sighing before turning towards the house, making a face in David’s camera as she passes.

David and Heath stand their ground next to Jeff, “What the f*ck dude, are you sure?” Heath asks, throwing his beer bottle in the grass.

“Yeah man I’m sure,” Jeff yells, pacing around the yard.

David hands his camera off to Jason. “I’m gonna call the police.” He says, running back into the house. Jeff’s jaw is visibly clenched, his knuckles white, ready to pounce on anyone who dares to hurt his friends. Meanwhile, in the kitchen, David and y/n struggle to contain their laughter as he fake calls 911, giving the actress time to leave the premises. David bounds back out the door, “They said to call again if she comes back since we don’t have proof she was trying to harm us.” Jeff nods, easily believing his blatant lie.

Everyone slowly trickles back to the living room, the excitement of the moment leaving them. Jeff pulls y/n close once again, holding onto her as if his life depended on it, because no matter how irrational it was, in that moment it felt like it did.

Tonight was the long awaited birthday bash, not only were tonight's plans a secret from Jeff, but so were the festivities. So everyone sat in Jason and Todd’s kitchen, going over the plans for the night. “The biggest thing is for everyone to act normal.” David says, jumping up on the counter. “We have to be seamless, there is a strict time frame we have to follow!” He announces and everyone laughs as the intensity of his speech. “Y/n at 12:25 you need to tell Jeff that you are going to get a drink, make sure he is nowhere near the front food, meet Suzie at the end of the street. I’ll text you when we start phase two. Jason and I will be with Jeff. Brandon, at 12:30 it’s your job to point out “Kendall” to him across the room. The rest of you have to make sure that Jeff doesn’t get anywhere near her or y/n.” David points at Lizzy, the actress he hired, “Kendall,” He smirks, “You sneak out the front door and book it down the block to where Suzie and y/n are waiting. Depending on his reaction we will keep going.” Everyone nods in agreement. “The most important thing is that Jeff doesn’t call 911, if he insists, someone else do it and call Nick, you should all change his contact to 911.” David takes a big breath, “Is everyone on the same page?” There is a chorus of yes’s and David smiles wide, excited to pull off something this big.

Heath speaks up, “I’ve got a question.”

“Ok?”

“Why Jeff?” Everyone laughs.

David shrugs, “This seemed more fun than getting him a car.”

3 hours later, it’s not long before the plan is set into motion. Jeff was ecstatic when he arrived, completely shocked by everything you all had done. As the clock approaches midnight, the house is packed, there was barely enough room to move through it, let alone dance. At exactly 12:25, y/n presses her hands against Jeff’s chest and moves her lips to his ear, “I’m gonna go get another drink.” He nods in his drunk state, pressing his lips against hers before turning back to David and Brandon.

Y/n runs for the front door, booking it down the street as she giggles, turning her phone off once she gets to Suzie’s car.

Brandon takes his place, lightly punching Jeff in the arm to get his attention. “Hey, isn’t that your stalker?” He laughs, pointing out Lizzy (Kendall) to him.

Jeff swears under his breath, “What the hell is she doing here?” He begins to charge at the girl, but Jason grabs his arm and turns him around.

“You’re really drunk man, do you really want to go after her?” He asks.

Jeff tears his arm out of Jason’s grip, “Yeah I do actu-” He stops when he turns around and sees the girl nowhere to be found. “Shit, we need to find y/n.” They all nod, leading him towards the kitchen.

It’s almost one when Jeff starts kicking people out, desperate to find his girlfriend amongst the crowd. He has the majority of the group call her, making him even more upset when they all go straight to voicemail. Seeing that the night has turned for the worst, the remaining partygoers make their way out and leave Jeff to his panicked state. He runs his hands over his face and throws his hat on the floor, “Has anyone seen her?” he screams. They all remain silent. “Someone call 911.” He says in defeat.

“Jeff, they wont do anything until she’s been missing for 24 hours…”

“I don’t care, call!” Jeff yells, cutting Jason off. Jason nods and leaves the room with his phone pressed to his ear. Jeff stands and slams his hands against the wall, “How could I let this happen?” He screams, hitting it again and again.

While he’s distracted, David slyly texts Lizzy: Phase 2 is a go. Y/n smirks as she reads over her shoulder.

Back at the house, Jeff gets yet another notification. “Guys, she sent me a photo, come here.” Everyone crowds around him, knowing what’s coming next. Jeff clicks the video she sent, the audio: If I can’t have you, nobody can… Plays as she shows y/n unconscious in the back seat of “her” car. The phone falls from his hand, he runs out the front door, screaming when he hits the driveway. David feels a pang of guilt hit his chest and considers setting down his camera and calling off the whole thing, but at this point they were in too deep.

Jeff turns to his friends with teary eyes, “What do we do? What do we do…” He trails off. David cracks a smile when Suzie’s car pulls up in front of the house. Y/n steps out, unharmed and Jeff stands there stunned. “No…” He looks at David who is laughing, “No, no, you son of a bitch.” He wants to punch David in the face, but he can’t because his mind flies back to the beautiful girl standing in front of him. He rushes to y/n, pulling her into his arms, she laughs, wiping a tear from his face. “Baby, I thought you were hurt or worse…” He says, pressing the palm of his hand against her cheek.

“I’m okay, I’m right here.” She says as he pulls her into his embrace all over again. “I’m so sor-” Jeff stops her by passionately pressing his lips to hers, it lasts so long that Zane and Heath start to hoot and holler, everyone following suit with whistles and “damns.” Y/n pulls away blushing before the two of them face the crowd.

“I hate all of you.” Jeff says pointing at everyone. He turns to Lizzy, “And you, who the hell are you?” She laughs along with him and gives him her card, stating that she is an actress for hire. Jeff throws it on the ground and groans, kicking himself for how bad they got him. “So it’s been fake this whole time?” Everyone nods, “Why couldn’t you have just bought me a car?”

Later that night, Y/n and Jeff are at his apartment, Jef still recovering from the trauma of the night. “I can’t believe you did that.” He sighs as y/n giggles, “I was so worried I had lost you, I was ready to kill someone.”

Y/n wraps her arms around his waist and presses her cheek against his hard chest, “You’ll never lose me, I don’t know what I would do without you.” Jeff tilts her chin up and kisses her sweetly before they wrap up in each other again and sway to the rhythm of the others' heartbeat.

#jeff wittek #david dobrik #davids vlogs #david dobrik vlogs #vlog squad #jeff wittek x y/n #jeff wittek x reader

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kerenitychan · 4 years

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this is stupid lol but like , i've been drawing everybody wearing the friendship bracelets so i feel like i owe y'all an explanation as to why the *fuck* squid would be wearing/have made one in the first place. i'm still working of a picture of the gang actually making them but yeah. basically the friendship bracelets act as a "you see this squid? , this is a symbol of you're stuck with us and we have your own permission to kick your butt if you act like a jerk" they don't wear them a lot cus, ya know all them bracelets can be kinda uncomfortable and annoying but they do wear em every now and then especially when they've planned an outing cus friendshippp

" BECAUSE I LIKE YOU! " Squidward heaved , trying to catch the breath he lost in his tantrum as he defeatedly locked eyes with the man before him . Spongebob scoffed. He wasn't even sure anymore when the fight started or what it was about but it sounded like his teal haired opponent was reduced to his last trump card, again. The one he knew would usually defeat the sponge, but not this time. He was so tired of this. " Yeah yeah I know, *hmpf* 'you don't really hate me' even if you regularly remind me. And maybe somewhere deep down you can stand me. I get it Squid you have that revelation twice a year, it's getting old. " He sighed crossing his arms as he tore away his gaze to look at the floor in disappointment whilst the other blinked before reaching out, more in an attempt to materialize answers from thin air then anything else, as he started again, still panicked and frustrated. " H- no! It's not....Agh! Look I don't! UGH why do you have to make this so DIFFICULT! " " I'M making this difficult!? This ...this-this SHERADE has been going on for 10 years squidward! " Cerulean eyes pierced trough carmine ones with a look of rage, confusion, and frustration as the man threw up his freckled arms in desperation before they slunk back to his sides with a huff of defeat. To which the guilty scowl on the cephalopods face deepened. " Look I-ugh. I was TRYING to say that I like you. Not just that I don't hate you, which I also don't... do? Too many negatives. ANYWAY...I...I uhm....I don't like admitting defeat I- I uh, I guess... ehm an- and I have a hard time accepting things sometimes ... and I guess- I guess I just bottle things up until I explode... " He grimaced and looked around, vaguely gesturing . " Which is why we're discussing this stuff at 3 AM in the pattyvault instead of at home like normal people, ...I guess. " Sponge blinked a bit snapping out of it...oh yeah, right, squid was sneaking out and eating patties behind everyone's backs instead of ordering one every now and then like a ding dang normal person because for SOME INSANE REASON he seems to insist people will ... will... NEPTUNE KNOWS WHAT HE THINKS PEOPLE WILL DO WHEN THEY FIND OUT HE LIKES PATTIES! HE'S JUST BEING SO- SO ARGHHHG! That last grunt escaped it's mental confides and rolled out between the gap of his buckteeth. " I just. I don't get it Squidward you ALWAYS do this. With everything!!! With anything you KNOW is fun!!! With everyone you know you actually like!!! with.... With me... Forget it, I'm just gonna... go count the sesame seeds, I suppose. Just... Don't fill up on patties until you explode again. " He turned around shaking his head with a sigh to head to his destination, but was brought to a halt by a suction cupped hand wrapping around his wrist " Spongebob wait!" A sigh. A grimace. A deep breath. " I. Am. Sssorry. There, I said it, I'm sorry! I don't want whatever this is to keep going either! I just.... I am.... I am afraid of change, I guess? You always say things will be fine but what if they're not??? I'm not lucky like you Sponge! Destiny always seems to want good things for you but my karma is ATROCIOUS. KELP! I could land in a hospital just for thinking about my karma! " " Well then that's even more reason to try!!! Your "karma" wont get better if you don't! " " Ugggghhh I, You- This- GAH! Can we talk about this some other time!? All I'm gonna get out at this rate is more nonsensical rambling I'm gonna regret saying because: It's LATE, I'm EXHAUSTED and I STILL haven't had a darn krabby patty! " " Then just eat the darn thing and get on with it because I'm not letting you chicken out again! " " Can you at least close the door for a minute and give me some privacy! " " YOU ARE GOING TO EAT A 🐬ING BURGER,WHAT PRIVACY!? " Oh... wow... a... that was... that was a swear. ....Spongebob just swore. ......uh-oh. Squid's really gotten himself thrown in the deep end now. He gulped nervously before submissively nodding and taking a bite of his burger... oh sweet mother of pearl it was good! Neptune! Why does he always deprive himself of things he wants so bad? Oh, right. Because he always has to make a big show of telling everyone that he actually hates the things he likes and he would DIE of mortification if he ended up having to admit defeat like a.... like a loser. With a light shake of his head he brushes off the thoughts and focuses on savoring the taste of his burger... 1 because he really needed one and wants to enjoy it. And 2 because ...ehm... he's a tad scared for what awaits him when he's finished. Spongebob was rarely enraged to the point of screaming,.. to the point of swearing and when he was he was a force to be reckoned with, Squidward knew that much. He peeked over in between bites to see his colleague standing there, arms crossed and impatiently tapping his foot, he was scowling so hard his buckteeth were hidden behind a pout and his eyes were squinted to half their normal size. " How is it? " It was near impossible to gauge what kind of reaction the blonde wanted by his intonation, he was curt, near emotionless, ... Sarcastic? Squidward gulped down what he was chewing and smiled sheepishly. " Just as good as I remember...heh. " " Hmmhmm. I bet. " Oh boy. With another awkward chuckle squid finished his burger before taking a deep breath. " Had your fill? " " Heh, eh y-yeah. I kinda want more but I don't want a repeat of the last time. " " 3 times. " " H-huh? " " you loaded up on patties until you had to be hospitalized THREE TIMES. " The freckled man's gaze got the octopus who normally towered over him shrinking in shame before him. Just a little short of going into a fetal position.

" Why do you do this Squidward? What on earth does karma have to do with you being a stubborn seamule about things until they go horribly wrong!? You could just order a damn patty every now and then, EVERYBODY loves krabby patties, no one would blame you! But no mr. Tentacles is too good for a krabby patty, mr. Tentacles would rather be miserable until the kettle boils over and he loses control! " That got a huff out of the other who gathered some courage to stand up straight and glare back. " That mocking mr. Tentacles talk is exactly why! Because I am trying to uphold an image here, and the moment I don't live up to it I know damn well that everybody here will jump on the opportunity to remind me that I'm just a poser! That I'm not actually the hot shit I pretend I am! That I'm lucky they even tolerate me breathing the same water! That I should feel honored anyone is willing to admit they're acquainted with me! That I don't actually have any talent! That I'm....that I'm just.... That I'm a nobody! A filthy peasant! A wannabe show-off! That I'm a-a ... a... That I'm a LOSER. " Squidward clenched his fists, sniffling trough heavy breaths, he's not sure when it happened but he started crying. Oh Neptune this is humiliating. He feels kinda dizzy, oh please don't ink! This is bad enough as it is! As he looked up defeatedly his eyes met blue ones, glittering from the moisture collecting in them as a scowl made way for a worried frown. Great, somehow sympathy felt worse then rage. " Squidward... " " No, please just... don't. That's what I meant with 'I'm just going to ramble'. Pretend I didn't say anything. I gah- " He yelped as he suddenly found himself in a tight embrace. Of course. He grunted uncomfortably and squirmed a bit trying to break free from the surprisingly strong hold his normally rather weak companion had. " Sponge I'm serious let's just pretend tha- " " Nu-uh! We, we're done pretending anything! Squid please! Talk to me about these things! " Two watery blue eyes look up at him, accompanied by a deep frown and trembling lip that only deepen the pained feeling in the octopus's chest. " Please. I'm here for you Squidward. " Gahhhh why does he always! Why is this always so! And he just! And, oh blowfish. He's crying again. " That's the damn problem here ! You have Patrick and Sandy and your parents and whatever stupid friends you made in your clubs to fall back on if you mess up! I..... " He sighs and against his better judgements, feels himself lamely hugging back, tiredly resting his chin in fluffy bottle blonde hair as he looks up at nothing. " I can't go to mother, she's not getting any younger and she's worried about me enough as it is, I can't stress her out more.... Father would just tell me to stop being a baby and man up... he'd mean it well but that doesn't mean it's any help. And "friends" I have acquaintances I guess, people I know by name that are willing to say hello to me.... I used to think Eugene was my friend but he's chosen being a boss over being a companion time and time again so... I only really have only one friend... and he's used to me not treating him as one. So what if.... what if I did make an effort? And he starts expecting things from me, but I start chickening out or relapsing or decide I can't do it after all and he finally gives up on me!? I wouldn't blame him... I would have given up on me years ago... but I'm not sure what I'd do when I end up being completely on my own in this ..." Oh jeez... now Sponge feels bad. Obviously Squid has been struggling with this for a long time, he could tell he'd been struggling with his own happiness ever since he met him really... he pouts and gives his tall friend a comforting squeeze. " Well... have you tried talking to him about it? " A lame chuckle was the response before he was slightly pushed back so the teal haired man could look at him with an awkward lopsided smile and a shrug. " I'm trying to right now. Heh. " A blink. 'Trying to right now'? Another blink. 'Only one friend that's used to not being treated as one' ? The gears in his spongey head were turning. 'I would have given up on me years ago'? With one more blink the short man started looking around wide eyed before carefully pointing at himself with a trembling hand. " Muh... me? " " No I'm talking about the krabby patty. yes you! Ever since you moved in next door... well before that really, ever since your little weirdo butt started "growing his first house" next-door you've been pestering me day and night! With your incessant laughter and unconstrained joy and endless creativity and unmatched imagination and- and... and I just... I just... I kinda wish I could have been a part of it... without having to be the mature adult that's too good for your childish games I guess? " Squid shrugged sadly before his friend released his grip on the hug, to instead take hold of his hands and make determined eye-contact. " You still can be part of it squidward... it's not too late, I told you didn't I? You're one of my best friends, I'll always have your back. You don't have to act a certain way or do specific stuff to be a mature adult you know? I've seen you Happy and exited before.... not as often as I'd like. But that's when you feel most you when you're in a good mood and forget about who you 'should be ' for a moment.... I want to help you feel like that more often. " A soft sad chuckle left the octopus who shook his head and rubbed his teary eyes with his free hand. " You have no idea what you're getting yourself into. " " I think I've got a pretty good idea. " He chuckled back with a playful look. " Wait hold up I have an idea! " " Huh? What are you doing? " Squid blinked watching his...friend. Yeah, his friend. As he fumbled with something on his wrist before tugging at squid's arm. " Now, I want this one back because Patrick made it for me but that's gonna be our first friendship exercise! " He beamed a shiny bucktooth grin revealing the colorful macrame bracelet he transferred to the other's wrist. " Tomorrow you me and Pat are gonna get together and we're making this friendship official with a 3 people set! Oh maybe we could finally convince sandy to join, she never wants to do crafts with us. She always says it's boring and starts karate chopping everything." " Wait- hold up, what? Friendship exercise? Official? Crafts? Karate chopping? " " Well yeah! I told you mister! No more pretending anything, we're gonna go out there as friends and you can be tsundere about it all you want but that's final " " I can be what about it???? Wait no never-mind that! Look don't you think you're going a bit fast here???? Do we have to do this, like... now??? And so... publicly???? " " Yesss we dooooooo~ " The blonde singsonged as he playfully flicked the other's nose " No more snail-footing around squidward! You're miserable and as your friend it is my duty to help fix that! So starting tomorrow we're doing this friend thing and you're gonna try or so help me I WILL get the ticklebelt! Nyahahahaha! " A sigh turned into a chuckle as Squid shook his head before he erupted in laughter along with his freckled friend... oh boy. What has he gotten himself into now??? " Hawhawhaw! " " Nyahahahaha! " " Hawhawhaw! " " Nyahaha. But seriously, I will. I know where they keep the spare key to the mermalair. " " Huh? "

#my...Stuff i guesss #not really art #just drabble #i wrote this for myself at some point but it's become so engrained in my personal canon that i can't not share lol #squidbob?#but like #early platonic friendship squidbob #sponge is tired of yo shit squid #squid is just tired in general #this is gon be good for him #he wont like it at first tho #i just copy pasted this from da idk if the format is fucked lol

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angrylizardjacket · 5 years

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ask your destiny to dance [16] {Roger Taylor}

[masterpost]

“I can’t speak to her.” Roger’s got his head on a bar in a pub that’s not Ash’s.

“Can I go back to pretending I don’t know what was going on?” Brian asks, taking a long sip of his drink and gazing out at the crowd. It’s been over a week since Ash had stayed over, and they hadn’t seen her since. It’s not like she’d even asked about him, or made a move to contact him; sometimes they go a full fortnight before seeing one another, but Roger’s been fretting for almost eight days internally, and for the past twenty minutes externally, since he’d finished his first drink.

“She said she loves me.” Roger groaned, lifting his head to weakly order another pint.

“From what you’ve told me, she wasn’t even fully conscious; it’s not like it counts.” Brian had never seen Roger downright distressed like this, it would be funny if it wasn’t bordering on annoying.

“No, that means she was extra honest,” Roger groaned, downing half his beer in on go, to which Brian could only roll his eyes.

“Or she was still asleep and thought you were Jack Nicholson.” After a beat, Brian goes back to watching Roger brood over his glass. “Boo hoo, Rog,” he shoved the blonde lightly, to which Roger just leveled a glare at him, “a girl you’ve been seeing for months maybe has feelings for you. It’s not like it’s the end of the world.”

“It’s only been since I broke up with Kristin,” he’s adamant about that and Brian lets him have it, for now. In retrospect, he feels like an idiot for not seeing it sooner; Brian’s not sure when it started, but it’s definitely a lot longer than Roger’s willing to admit. “And it doesn’t mean nothing, but it also... it’s never meant something. Like it’s something but it’s not something. It’s just fucking around and having fun.” And Roger swivels on the bar stool, joining Brian in looking out over the crowd, before they spot Freddie crashing through the door, making a beeline for them once he’d spotted them.

“Alright, what did I miss?” Freddie asked, though the other two were quiet as he ordered a beer. Before either could get a word in edgewise, Freddie props his chin on his hand on the bar, and announces; “Roger you look like shit, what’s wrong?”

“I’m pretty sure he’s in love with Ash, and he thinks she’s in love with him.” Brian says blithely, and Freddie nods with understanding as Roger tells them to both sod off, and he stalks through to join the crowd on the dance floor. “She said she loved him in her sleep.” Brian explains, taking the chair Roger just freed, sliding into place beside Freddie.

“I’ve never seen him this worked up about someone before.” Freddie admitted, and Brian nodded in agreement, the two of them barely able to see his blonde hair for the crowd, and they lost sight of him soon enough.

“What do you think? Has Ash said anything?” Brian’s gaze slides to Freddie’s who just rolls his eyes.

“I think my dear Ash has never in her life loved a man who’s deserved it,” Freddie mused, though his lips twisted into a smirk, “that’s not to say she’s a saint, far from it, but compared to the others, Roger is a breath of fresh air.”

“Isn’t that a sad thought.” Brian said faintly, before heaving a sigh. “Well, I know we haven’t been here long,” he got to his feet, finishing off his drink and looking around for his housemate, “but if I don’t drag him home he’s going to do something stupid in his current state.”

“Like that pretty, brunette thing over there?” Freddie asks, pointing to where Roger’s already got his lips on a wavy-haired brunette at the side of the room. Freddie’s pretty sure he sees Brian’s soul leave his body for a moment, and watches everything play out like a terrible Shakespearean comedy for which he was the only audience member.

“He’s a danger to himself.” Brian takes Freddie’s drink from his hands and takes a long gulp before passing it back, though Freddie doesn’t seem likely to complain.

“He seems rather fine,” Freddie watches Roger go in for a hickey on the girl with a morbid, voyeuristic interest, taking another sip of his drink, “and you know he and Ash aren’t technically exclusive.”

“Yeah but there’s three options here; Ash finds out and gets pissed and I have to hear about it because apparently now that I know I’m all in on this disaster,” Brian lists on his fingers with a theatricality Freddie had rarely seen from him before, though he’d rarely seen Brian this exasperated before, so perhaps it was merely that, “two, Ash isn’t pissed, sleeps with someone else, and Roger gets pissed because he’s in love with her-”

“Which is unfair, what a tremendous double standard.”

“Yes, we all know Roger’s a hypocrite.” Brian sighed, casting a glance over his shoulder at Roger, before turning back to Freddie.

“And three?” The other man prompted, and Brian picked up his empty pint glass.

“I kill him with this glass because I’m sick of his sulking.” He says bluntly, and Freddie’s all for the third option, but he begrudgingly helps pull Roger away, to which the drummer complains the whole time.

“Where are we going?” Roger demands to know when they head in the opposite direction of his apartment, a sentiment that Brian mirrors, though he doesn’t seem inclined to question Freddie’s direction outright. Freddie always had a plan. The man in question wrapped an arm around Roger’s shoulders.

“You’re going to confront your problems, Rog.” He sounds so decisive, as if it wasn’t a plan he’d come up with as they were leaving the bar, and Roger tries to scramble his way out of it, but Brian’s fed up enough with Roger’s complete inability to do anything but run from his problems that he’s willing to take Roger’s arm in an almost iron grip.

“It’ll do both of us a world of good.” Brian tells him as Roger glowers at his housemate.

“You don’t get to decide what’s good for me; what’s good for me was that girl at the bar, she smelled nice and was about three minutes away from banging me in that bathroom.” Roger snarled, wrenching himself out of their grips, though he didn’t run this time, crossing his arms over his chest as he walked with them.

“Rog, we’re not gonna let you ruin a good-” But Brian’s gentle sigh was cut off by more of the blonde blustering.

“That’s so presumptuous!” He stopped in his tracks, scowling between both of his band-mates. “You’re both wankers, selfish fucking wankers. This is kidnapping.” He snaps.

“Fine; if you want to leave, we’re not stopping you.” Freddie offers, gesturing freely at the path behind them. “We’re just trying to help.”

Roger stomped the entire walk to Ash’s apartment.

“What the fuck, guys.” She opens the door with her hair in a messy bun, wearing a pair of sweat pants and a ratty, oversized Beatles shirt. “How did you get in?”

“Your RA let us in; sorry for the interruption, just had to deliver this idiot.” Brian gave Roger’s shoulder a nudge. Roger is looking at anything but Ash. His latest drink had hit him about the same time as he got to her block, and now that he can smell the vanilla candle she likes to burn in her room just beyond her, he just wants to curl up and go to sleep under her duvet. Or fuck her. He’s not quite sure.

“Can I return to sender?” She asks without hesitation, and Roger rolls his eyes. Freddie shoves him forward.

“No.”

Ash doesn’t move, just frowns as Roger stumbles into her space, and she’s automatically got a hand on his chest to steady him. Roger doesn’t seem like he’s there completely of his own free will, but he doesn’t move away from her, even as both Brian and Freddie leave, muttering something about him being ‘her problem now’.

“Care to explain?” She asked, gently walking him backwards and closing her door behind herself. The two of them make their way to the common area, and Roger sits up on the kitchen counter as Ash pours him a glass of water.

“Not really.” He said, sipping the water loudly and swinging his legs so his heels kick the cupboards below. Ash looks like the very sight of him exhausts her, but she rests her hands on her thighs, pressing herself against his legs to still them. “We can fuck whoever we want, Ash.” He says, seriously, and he sees the exact moment she realised the reason for his forced meeting, and he watched her expression fall.

“Yeah of course.” She agrees, crestfallen expression turning quickly to faux apathy. “Did you have fun?” But her heart wasn’t in it.

“They pulled me away, brought me here before anything really happened.” He huffed, taking another long sip. Ash stepped away, yawning loudly and sinking into a chair at the dining table. After a beat, Roger hums thoughtfully. “Ash, what do I mean to you?” And it’s so nonchalant it actually hurts Ash a little.

“I think that’s a really shitty thing to ask right now.” Her answer is automatic, she can’t look at him. “And I think you’re drunk.”

“Ash...” It does register in his mind that he’s said the wrong thing, and it breaks his heart to see her too tired to repress her emotions like she usually would in this situation. Perhaps she assumes he won’t even remember this tomorrow. “Ash, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“Yeah, I know.” She says softly. “You’re always sorry, and I’m always sorry, and there’s always someone else that feels like a mistake, even though we don’t technically need to apologise.” Shaking her head, she sighs deeply. “This isn’t the time for this conversation.” She admits, and standing, she takes his hand. “Come to bed, Rog.”

When they’re back in her room, she pulls off her sweat pants and offers them to him without even thinking about it, and he’s quiet, forlorn when he takes them, changing into the borrowed pyjamas. Ash is already tucked into bed when he turns back, back to him, pressed as close to the wall as she can get with her head pillowed on her hand, not even attempting to co-opt some of the pillow for herself. There’s sewing equipment out, obviously still in use in the corner of her room, a blouse half sewn and still in the machine where it was left when it’s creation had been interrupted by a knock at the door.

When he slides into bed beside her, reaches out to rest a hand on her shoulder - an apology? a reassurance? just a need for human contact? - she shrugs him off, murmurs a quiet ‘don’t’.

“I panicked.” They’re back to back, and the bedside lamp has been turned off. Roger isn’t even sure if Ash is still awake. He speaks into the silence, made honest by the hour and his inebriation. “You told me you loved me and I panicked.”

“Roger... I never said that.” Ash’s voice was confused in the darkness, and Roger feels like his whole world has fallen out from under him. He’s spent over a week considering whether or not she’d remember; if it had been real, whether she’d really meant it, but he’s never quite sure which answer would hurt more.

“You... were mostly asleep.” He admits, and he can feel the way Ash sighs heavily, the shift of her back against his as she tries not to hear it.

“Wow, imagine what kinky shit you and the girl from the bar would have gotten up to if I’d meant it.” She just sounds tired, as though she was trying to end the conversation, as though she hadn’t just shattered Roger’s heart. After a beat, she laughed humorlessly. “What are we doing, Roger?”

“I think Brian’s right.” And his words are enough to startle a weak laugh from Ash. “I want this to be about more than sex, I think.”

“You’re drunk and panicking; don’t worry, I’ll still work with the band if this goes south.” Ash says. Roger won’t take that, can’t let himself fall into the trap of panicking like he’d already fallen into that night. Turning, Roger presses his lips to the back of her neck, and Ash doesn’t like to think about how good it makes her feel.

“I’m sorry-” He tries, but she cuts him off.

“I heard you the first time.” Voice terse, she crosses her arms awkwardly over her chest. “Roger the idea of being with you fucking terrifies me.” She admits, raw and honest, glad he can’t see how conflicted she was. “You were so worried that I was in love with you that you almost slept with someone else, and for what? Were you worried you were losing control of your life? Didn’t want to be tied down?” Roger’s got an arm on her shoulder, rubbing comfortingly as she speaks, and he can feel her shaking.

“I know I’m not a saint, okay, love?” Roger admits, and Ash takes a long moment to consider his words, leaning back a little into his touch, before answering.

“Neither of us are, Roger, and that’s why what we have is so good right now.” Her voice has softened, and Roger stays quiet. “We can talk about it tomorrow.” She says gently, before reaching to link her fingers with his where he’s got his hand on her shoulder. She pulls him closer, and Roger makes a low hum, pressing a quick kiss to her shoulder.

When the morning comes, things are quiet and golden. Neither one knows what to say to the other, but Ash still gets him a cup of tea in the morning, and when he sees the cup with the little cat face on it, Roger feels something tighten in his chest.

“Let’s try this, please.” He asks, expression sincere when he looks at where Ash is tucking herself back into bed, pressing herself against his side. The look she gives him is confused, and then it blooms into something hopeful. “I’m not fucking around here, I mean it.”

When she kisses him, her hand is warm where it had been holding her teacup, and she’s smiling against her lips. There’s a tension in her shoulders, and he can’t stop playing her words back over again in his head, ‘the idea of being with you fucking terrifies me’ and it’s clear that feeling hasn’t vanished over night.

But she’s willing to try.

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petri808 · 6 years

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Karaoke Kraze

@fic-writer-appreciation

Lucy, Cana, and Levy have been friends since childhood. Home for the summer from college they head to their favorite club to drink, sing, and just party the night away. Levy’s boyfriend Gajeel brings his friends along but Lucy’s lyrical enchantments quickly leaves his younger cousin Natsu spellbound.

Ch 4 of 10: Flirt

Ch 5 of 10: The One

“H-h-heartfillia??!! As in that Heartfillia family!”

“Oh, you didn’t know? I thought someone would have told you tonight who I was.”

“N-no, no one did.”

“Why, does that bother you?”

“It doesn’t, I was just surprised that someone of your um, social standing would be interested in a guy like me.”

She frowns. “What do you mean by that?”

“I-I mean… Well... I’m just an average guy and…”

Crossing her arms and looking away, “I don’t care about such things. Most of the guys that hit on me do it for two reasons, for my looks or my money and I’m just sick of it.”

“Hey,” he gingerly takes one of her hands to uncross them and with the other turns her chin back to him. Pausing for a moment to search deeply into her watery eyes, “Luce I’m not like those guys.

“And what makes you so different?”

He smiles, “In art class it was these eyes of yours that first got my attention.” Her body starts to relax. “They’re so bright and engaging that they just draw you in.” Sigh, he looks down, “I know you don’t remember but I do like it was yesterday. It was the second day of class and I had just walked in, you looked up from your desk and when our eyes met, you smiled at me. It…”

“I do…” she whispers. Shifting his face back to her gaze; his green eyes flash with a mixture of surprise and exhilarating delight. Now she smiles and caresses his cheek, “I remember thinking you’re the first boy I’ve ever seen with pink hair; it’s my favorite color after all... But you never tried to talk to me or look at me again...”

He runs his hand through his hair, “Yeah, I was a total introvert back then… I mean I’m still shy but back then it was worse, I probably would have fainted if I had tried to talk to you.” She giggles at the thought. “But tonight it wasn’t your eyes, it was your voice. As soon as Elfman opened the door and I heard it; ugh Wow it was so entrancing; it just beckoned at me to follow. While the others went to the bar I just kept heading towards its source and then when I saw who it was attached to, it was like a double slap; to be coming from a beautiful woman!”

“And you really didn’t know who I was?” she murmurs

He shakes his head, “You could’ve been a waitress for all I cared, in that moment you had me hooked like a fish on a line.”

“Natsu, I…”

Both their phones start pinging and blinking with messages.

‘OMG u go Grl! B Cray Cray undr covrs 2nite ;)’ –Cana.

‘N u sly dog! Hope u got protection :)- ’ –Gray.

‘Cuz, don’t do anyting I wouldnt!’ –Gajeel.

‘Oooh N, ur hands r so Big. Wht elses Big?… LMAO b ‘safe’ 2nite!’ –Levy. ‘Txt me 2morw’ –Levy.

‘Txt me later later’- Gray.

‘Advice, dominate her, women <3 when guys lead G-Luck’- Loke.

When they look up from their phones they’re cheeks are varying shades of crimson. “S-so what’d they say?” his voice cracking in embarrassment

“Um, have fun…”

“Y-yeah, same here…”

Based on their facial expressions they know that’s a lie but neither is willing to admit to it. Turning away slightly from each other to hide the messages they fire off their replies.

Group text to Levy & Cana- ‘Really U guys! I’ll call u 2morw’

To Gray- ‘Txt u 2morw, Y coverd if go there’

To Gajeel- ‘Won’t promise’

To Loke- ‘Will keep in mind’

‘XXXXXXX!!! Smooch, Smooch, Smooch. XXXX Finally!!’- Cana.

‘Uhh, Uhhhh, Uhh, MMmmm Natsu… yes, Yes, YES! LMAO!!!’ –Levy.

‘Y not go there?’ –Gray.

Group text back to Levy & Cana- ‘Seriously!!!’

‘8--- >O ;)-‘ -Cana.

‘Nah Jokn, dnt push N 2 hard K’ –Levy.

To Gray- ‘u know me’ To Cana- ‘??‘

‘Insert here’ –Cana.

Her face heats up. To Cana- ‘OMG!!’

To Levy- ‘Y?’

‘Hes a sweet <3’ –Levy.

‘Jst sad man’ –Gray.

To Levy – ‘K’

To Gray- ‘Wtvr u know y I wont…’ ‘LMAO! Grl jst b nice k, tlk 2 u in morn’ –Cana.

Sigh, “They are so crazy!”

“Hmm?” he looks up from his phone. “Who is?”

“My friends.”

On the rest of the drive back to her home, they do their best to keep themselves composed but Natsu’s faring a little better than she is considering her texts were more explicit. He puts his hand on her back instead of around her waist and softly rubs it to calm her nerves. She starts to melt into his side as it relaxes her but not in the way he intended. A permanent blush has stained her cheeks because now his touch just makes her think even more about possible bedroom activities later that night...

When they pull into the driveway, Natsu gulps; the closest he’s ever been to the inside of a mansion was watching them on television and here he was invited to one by a beautiful billionaire. His conscious mind throws up warning bells, hesitant if he really should have taken the girls offer. Events were moving so quickly and it was pushing him well outside of his comfort zone, but in the heat of the moment he just couldn’t say no to her.

As they get right up to the looming structure it is quite imposing when you’re not used to such things. He counts two maybe three floors, what may be a garden on the right side, and a multi-vehicle carport to the left. Capricorn drops them off at the front door and Lucy leads him inside. A maid greets them in the foyer, raising an eyebrow when she sees Lucy’s male guest. She asks if they need anything and Natsu just says he’s thirsty, that he doesn’t want to end up with a hangover tomorrow. “Virgo please bring us both some water in the parlor.”

Bowing, “Very well Princess.” She turns and heads off to the kitchen but not before taking a second look at the handsome young man.

Inside a front parlor, Lucy and Natsu are sitting on one of the couches side by side after Virgo has brought them their drinks. Nervous, Natsu hastily gulps his down and places the cup on the coffee table. He keeps his hands on his lap, fidgeting with his fingers. Lucy sips from her glass but her eyes are still watching him. She can tell he’s nervous but figures it’s because of who she is. “Are you okay? You seem anxious,” putting her cup down.

“Huh, um just a little… I’ve never been in a mansion before.”

“Oh,” she giggles, “It’s just a roof over our heads… Want a tour?”

“Um, sure.”

She pulls him off the couch but keeps their hands mingled. Starting on the first floor she points out the dining room, kitchen, pantry, study, library, game room, ballroom, laundry room, and servant’s wing… He’s overwhelmed by how big the place really is. “I have an indoor pool and Jacuzzi out back; the girls and I use that a lot during the winter break. The third level is an attic and storage.” Then she takes him to the second floor. “There are 5 other guest rooms on this level; each having their own bathrooms.” Finally she reaches the master bedroom, “And this is my room,” she opens the door. Up till now the situation had been benign for the most part but this; now it’s getting heated again, ‘her bedroom!’ He screams in his head. ‘Why would she…’ “Come on,” she pulls him into the room, closing the door behind her and locking it.

“This room has a larger bathroom, a walk in closet, and dressing area.”

Looking around the expansive chamber, “Wow, it’s like an apartment all by itself, you even have a couch in here… and… it’s really pink…”

She giggles, “Well I told you it’s my favorite color. The rest of the house needs to appear more proper for guests but in here it’s like my sanctuary....” her voice becomes more melodic, “… and where I can have a little privacy…”

Gulp. Knots tighten in his stomach as she glances at her bed... “Um, c-could I use your bathroom, I think the water is catching up to me.”

“Of course,” she points, “Right through that door.”

“T-thanks.” He closes the door behind him and leans against it. ‘Calm yourself man, so you’re in a girls bedroom; nothing wrong with that, it’s totally normal… Then why I am I quietly freaking out! Cause you’ve never been in one before that’s not your sisters. Just go with the flow, she likes you, you like her…’ Sigh. After finishing up his business and cleaning up he lets out one more deep breath before opening the door.

She turns to look when she hears the door open and smiles. He exhales, ‘Oh good, she’s not on the bed…’ Patting the cushion beside her he tentatively walks over to the couch and sits down. When she places a hand on his thigh, he tenses slightly. “Hey just relax, I’m not gonna bite ya…” Caressing his cheek, “unless you want me to…”

“Luce…” he utters as she climbs onto his lap facing him and leans in for a kiss. Pressing his back as far as he can into the couch, “What are you doing?”

“Isn’t it obvious…” She purrs before locking lips with him again. Natsu follows his primal instigations and melts right into the moment, I mean who wouldn’t? She’s like a drug to him that once you take that hit you’re trapped by its effects. Picking up where they left off at the club, her fingers thread through his soft spikey locks and he’s wrapped his arms around her back. Her skin tingles at his touch. When he curls his fingers and grip against her bare flesh she moans out and with the surge of fervency her nails lightly scrape along his scalp sending shivers along his spinal column. His kisses turn more forceful when he bites her lower lip. A slight gasp on her part gives his tongue the opening it was looking for to explore her warm and moist orifice; such a delight to play with a fellow explorer inside.

Trailing his kisses, lips moving along her cheek and following her jawline, he pulls her hair back. She tugs ever so slightly on his hair as his soft lips suckle at her neck, nibbling against her collar bone and shoulder. “Natsuu…” long throaty groans reverberate from her and travel through his body causing a stirring bulge in his jeans that presses against her own moistening sex. Peaked her hormones kick in and drive her mind wild. Slowly she moves her hands down along his chest heading in that direction. When she reaches his waist her nimble fingers begin to undo the button…

“Wait, Luce stop.” He grabs her hands, “We shouldn’t do that.”

“Why not!” She pouts. “Don’t you want too?”

“I um… I-I just think that going from 1st to 4th on the first night is to soon; we s-should get to know each other more first.”

“Well then let’s get to know each other better…” She tries to work at the button again but he stops her a second time. Incensed she climbs off his lap, “You get me all riled up and now you’re turning me down! I can’t believe this.”

“Luce, I’m not the kinda guy to take a girl to bed the first time I meet them. I’m sorry”

“Get out.”

“What? Why are you over reacting; shouldn’t it mean something that I wouldn’t take advantage of you?”

Tears are trickling down her face. Deep down she knows what he’s saying is right but she just doesn’t want to admit it. She’s craved, hungered for him all night, and he sure sent out the same signals! She really felt that he could finally be ‘The One,’ and all that passion had led them here. To be turned down now, just felt like… like a total let down.

“Just get out Natsu, please.” The water in her eyes threatens to spill from its gates.

His heart is shattering at the sight of her tears. He doesn’t understand why she was so upset with him. Wouldn’t most girls be happy when a guy doesn’t exploit the situation? Now he wonders if he was fooled into thinking he meant more to her than just another mark on her bed post.

Tears of his own collect and slowly trickle down his face. “Luce… I’m sorry….”

Shaking, she covers her face with her hands as the tears flow down her cheeks. Without saying another word he walks out the front door and sits on the steps melting down. It takes him awhile to calm himself just enough to call his cousin, praying the whole time that he’ll answer. By this time, his own tears had become so heavy it has soaked the front of his shirt. He had really felt like this girl could be ‘The One’ and now…

“Natsu? Why are you calling me, shouldn’t you be…”

“Gajeel can you pick me up from Lucy’s?” He tries to cover it up but his cousin can hear the sniffling.

Natsu can hear Levy in the background as Gajeel explains to her they need to go. “Yeah we’re on our way.”

“Th-thanks.”

About 15 minutes later a car pulls up to the steps. In his wait Natsu had gone back to crying so heavily his eyes are completely bloodshot and swollen. He shambles to the back seat climbing in, laying down and curling up his legs.

“Oi, what happened?”

“Yeah Natsu, you and Lu seemed like you were having so much fun tonight.”

“Sh-she w-want-ted t-to have sex but I- I t-turned her d-down so she, she told me t-to leave.”

“Why they hell would you…” But Levy slaps her boyfriend’s shoulder and glares at him to shut up; she can clearly see that Natsu is already upset so yelling wasn’t the right response.

Softening her voice, “Natsu start at the beginning… Tell me what happened.”

So he does. Starting from the moment he heard Lucy’s voice, how he was entranced, to the dancing, and the kissing, then he tells her how he reacted when he found out who she was and started to get nervous on the way over to the house, he brings up art class, the make out session on the couch, ending with being kicked out. “Levy, I’m j-just not the t-type to-to-to s-sleep with a girl on the first n-night. We bare-barely know each oh-other, I-I mean hell we only l-learned each other’s last na-ames in the car! I wanna g-get to know her bet-ter b-before making that leap… I-I just don’t, don’t under-under-stand, shouldn’t girls ap-preciate that I won’t take ad-advantage of them?! Ugh.” He sobs into his hands, “I really thought she could finally be, you know, the one… but now…” He looks up at Levy, “Is she that kind of girl, did she lead me on? I mean the way she came onto me, w-was I gonna be just another notch on her belt??! I-I didn’t want to end up a one night st-stand.” He shakes his head and buries his face back in his hands, “No, I don’t wanna believe she’s like that but… Fuck! I don’t know what to think! She’s really messing with my head!”

Levy is absolutely stunned by what she is hearing, she’s known Lucy over half her life and she knew her friend has never acted like this before, hell she was surprised when Lucy asked Natsu to go to her home but also happy for her friend; she and Natsu would make a great couple. Their chemistry was just mindboggling, so why would she have pushed it to this point? Did she have ulterior motives? Was she tired of being the only virgin in their group? No that can’t be it. Levy shakes the thought from her mind. As shocked as she was about Lucy’s behavior, she also believes Natsu’s story. I mean think about it, why would a healthy male turn down a rich and beautiful woman, and be crying over it if he wasn’t telling the truth?

“Natsu,” Levy does her best to comfort him. “I believe you but no you wouldn’t have been just another notch in her belt because, well… she’s still a virgin.” Natsu looks up at Levy in disbelief. Seeing his reaction she smiles, “Lucy’s never had a real boyfriend before, she’s dated a few times but never went further than a dinner or movie. In fact tonight was the first time I have Ever seen her react so strongly towards a guy; you must have had a profound effect on her too.”

“But, but why would she get so mad about the sex then?”

“I have no idea but I’m gonna find out. Don’t worry okay, just calm down. Gajeel’s gonna take you home after I go talk to Lucy real quick.”

“Thanks you guys…” he mumbles

Levy kisses her boyfriend and gets out of the car. Virgo lets her in and tells her Lucy’s still in her bedroom. “Is that boy okay? He seemed really nice, and cute but left in tears.”

“Natsu, yeah don’t worry Virgo, he’ll be okay. It’s Lucy that was being an idiot tonight.”

[Knocking]

“Lu, it’s me Levy can I come in?” No Response. She places her ear up against the door and can hear light sobbing. “Lucy, I’m coming in.” She opens the door and sees the outline of her friend curled up on the bed under the covers.

“I don’t wanna talk Levy.” She mutters

“Well too bad cause you need to.” Yanking back the blankets she finds Lucy still in her red dress. The front is splotchy from the tears that fell and her hair and make-up is a mess; eyes puffy and red. Sitting next to her Levy puts her hand on her friends arm. “Lu, tell me your side of what happened.”

“M-my side?”

“I’ve already spoken with Natsu. He called Gajeel in tears so we came here to pick him up.”

“I-I can’t believe he turned me down! I wanted him s-so badly! I-It just built up all night till I felt like if I didn’t… I, I, I don’t know what came over me... I’ve never felt so, so intense like this over a guy! And I thought he wanted it too…”

Levy giggles making Lucy glare at her, “Lu, that’s called love. Since it’s the first time you’ve ever experienced it before, you’re not used to it. But I told you, Natsu’s a really nice guy, don’t push him to hard. He’s not gonna sleep with a girl just because; he wants it to be special.”

“But that’s the thing. I-I think he is special; he might even be my perfect match… Does he think I go around sleeping with just any guy?”

“Um, actually based on the way you behaved, yeah he did.” Lucy’s eyes are screaming ‘What!’ “You came on so strong that’s what he thought, and he said he didn’t want to be a one night stand. But I cleared that up quick when I told him you were still a virgin.”

“Oh my God you told him that!”

“Lu you don’t need to freak out because… so is he.”

“Wait are you serious?”

Levy nods, “he thought you were his dream girl too and then you kicked him out because he wouldn’t sleep with you. Now he’s completely devastated over this.”

“Well, I, I don’t care anymore. If he thought I was perfect too then maybe he should have just gave in.”

“Whatever girl, that’s your stubborn side talking. You just don’t wanna admit that you made a complete ass of yourself tonight in front of a fine-ass guy.”

“Shut up!”

“Tch, just go clean yourself up cause you’re a hot mess right now, get to bed, and think about what I said. I’ll drop by tomorrow to check on you.”

Levy stands up to leave when Lucy calls out to her, “I’m not changing my mind!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Levy waves her hand, “You’ll be fantasizing about him in your dreams tonight.” And with that last jest she shut the bedroom door behind her.

Back in the car… “So what’d she say?” Probes Natsu, hoping for a good answer

“To sum it up, she’s totally in love with you. You got her so aroused tonight that she wanted you to be her first but then you turned her down so she got upset. It’s not your fault; she can be stubborn like that since she’s kinda used to getting what she wants.”

“Sh-she’s in love… with me?!”

“Yeah, I think so.” She smiles, “I told you don’t worry, you’ll get another chance…” A devious grin spreads across Levy’s face as the wheels of her mind turn, “Oh yeah, definitely get another chance…”

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warmau · 7 years

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could you do a halloween/costume party scenario with youngk (a.k.a. brian lol) of day6? throwback to his vampire outfit last year. c;

to celebrate their new release, here’s some halloween!youngk!!

youngk has always been popular on campus

from good looks, to book smarts, to talent - he’s one of everyone’s favorite guys and you’re no exception, you’ve known him since forever

but you also know,,,,,,,the real youngk

and you’re talking embarrassing childhood secrets, goofy faces, and 2 am skype calls where youngk does something absolutely silly and makes you swear to never tell anyone

which is why when he goes “i want to throw a halloween surprise party!” you’re not in the least bit surprised

“how are you going to throw a party, sungjin will freak out if you get the house dirty.”

youngk, whose laying down on his stomach in bed frowns on the camera, then looks over his shoulder to see that his roommate jae is fast asleep

“ill just bribe him, or get wonpil to take him out and distract him - but c’mon you have to admit a halloween party would be killer!”

you look at him for a moment, scrunch up your nose but decide that once youngk wants to do something he really wont let it go

“ok, but halloween is like,,,,,,in a week. what about costumes??”

youngk shifts, getting up off the bed and using his long body grabs a bag from the top shelf of his closet

coming back into the camera’s view he pulls something out

for a second you think it’s some kind of toy but then youngk smiles and you see them - corny, fake vampire teeth

you burst out into laughter and youngk motions for you to quiet down

“i had to mute you, i don’t want to wake up jae”

“jae sleeps like he’s dead”

youngk agrees with a small nod, but grins “keep the party a secret till the day before halloween ok? then tell some friends to come over and we’ll have fun!”

you promise and tell youngk to go sleep, isn’t his first lecture in like,,,,five hours???

youngk gives an unbiased shrug, but you roll your eyes and wish him goodnight anyway

the night of halloween,,,you look down at your costume with a small hint of pride. for a last minute ditch effort, it’s good. bloody nurses are always a classic

a couple of your friends are with you when you ring the doorbell of youngk’s shared house

the outside is decorated with cheap looking plastic pumpkins and a skeleton hangs on the door, but you can hear the loud music and voices from the inside already

youngk opens the door, and to your surprise he looks good. like,,,,really good

dark eyeliner, blood red lips, hair slicked back and a victorian age shirt covered by a long, black velvet cape - for a second you think, did he plan this costume in advance,,,,,like months in advance

but then youngk smiles,,,,,and the mysterious, dark beauty of his costume reminds you of your friend underneath

he steps aside and your friends parade inside to join the crowd, a couple of them stop to flirt with youngk and shower compliments

all of which he answers politely back, but his eyes turn with excitement to you

“sungjin went to visit his family yesterday and won’t be back till after tomorrow night - how lucky?”

you shake your head and come inside too, following youngk through the mass and to the kitchen where wonpil, dressed as a mad scientists eggs wizard dowoon to eat three slices of pizza at once

leaning against the counter, youngk pours you a drink that you take and sniff before looking up at youngk

“sungjin would not approve”

“sungjin,,,,,,,isn’t here”

the party is,,,,,,,crazy. college students allowed to roam free through a house in costumes and dark lighting has never yielded pretty results

which is why you don’t get really mad when some guy dressed up in toliet paper to look like a mummy elbows past you and gets the drink you were holding spilled all over your costume

which happens to be covered in blood spatters, but also,,,,,,,is white

so whatever doesn’t have red on it,,,,is no basically see-through

and usually, you’d be horrified - but it’s dark and crowded no one can really see or care to see, but the wet stickiness makes you cringe

and when you do catch the eye of some creep looking you up and down,,,you decide ok,,,,maybe you are a little bit horrified

but then you feel something drape around your shoulder, the velvet fabric of youngk’s vampire cape

“pull it around yourself” he leans down to say into your ear, as he turns you away from the prying eyes and leads you up the stairs to the more quieter part of the house

after kicking a couple out of his bedroom, youngk tells you to sit down

you pull the cape around you and shiver, the wet clothing makes you feel colder

“here, change into this.”

throwing down a pair of flannel pajama bottoms and one of his old math olympic shirts, youngk takes the cape from you and motions that he won’t look

you peel the wet clothes off and change into youngk’s,,,,feeling warmer,,,,but slightly embarrassed

“im sorry, you should go back to your party. i can stay up here or sneak out of the windo-”

youngk pulls his fake fangs out and shakes his head “it’s fine, someone lodged a noise complaint so jae is gonna shut this thing down in a couple minutes.”

he sits down beside you on the bed and you look at him again, in profile he really does look like some kind of vampire prince from years ago

regal high cheekbones, mesmerizing eyes, and flawless skin

when he moves to look at you, you drop your gaze to the floor and pretend like you didn’t just stare

“im always dragging you into these things,,,” he says suddenly and you manage to laugh

“it’s fine, you make life fun.”

youngk seems to be taking a long time to collect his thoughts,,,,he seems more nervous than ever before,,,

downstairs you hear the music shut off, jae’s loud voice shouts something about campus police showing up unless everyone scatters

and you can hear the shuffle of feet, urgent voices till,,,,,,,the party is over

jae passes by the door only to say that he’s crashing over at kevin’s

and youngk and you slowly realize,,,,you’re alone together in his room

“you look,,,,,cute in my clothes”

he states,,,,and you think that after all that silence that’s what he says,,,but at the same time,,,,it makes your heart melt

and before you think that it’s a bad idea, you lean in and kiss youngk’s cheek

he seems shocked,,,but not upset,,,

instead he leans forward, hand on the side of your neck as he presses his lips to yours

you can taste the flavor of whatever he used on his lips to make them so red and you fall into it,,,,,into youngk

and he pulls you closer, the collar of his costume’s shirt tickles your chin and when you pull back he touches the corner of your lip

“my makeup got on you,,,” he chuckles and you wipe at it with your hand before youngk moves in to kiss you again

“hey,,,maybe get the makeup off first?” you laugh against his neck, but youngk shakes his head as he hugs you close

“i will,,,,but for right now let me have this.”

in the morning, you wake up cuddled into youngk’s chest,,,,,

but also sungjin is at the door of his room like “i see it was wild last night, youngk would you like to explain?”

swallowing, youngk looks to you for support, but you just kiss his nose and shuffle past sungjin telling youngk to call you if he manages to survive sungjin h e l l

#day6 scenarios #day6 imagines #day6 au #young k scenarios #young k imagines #youngk scenarios #brian scenarios #day6 young k #sfw #halloween!au #day6 #young k #kang brian

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serensama · 7 years

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To Realise

A mini celebration for 2000 followers! Thanks Everyone!!!! A Soulmate AU where they only realise they are Soulmates when they say/read/hear each other’s names out loud followed by an immediate overflowing of emotion sparking inside of them. Instant realisation.

Yoosung:

- He was already running late. This was not the first impression he wanted to give to everyone! He was in University! He was intelligent! He knew how to set a simple alarm!

- … in theory yes, in practise… not so much… hence the lateness…

- It also didn’t help that he couldn’t remember which lecture theatre he was meant to be in- which meant he had to stop and scan for his name at each door on the floor… four down three to go…

- Kim Yoosung… Kim Yoosung… Kim… nope not that room!

- When he got to the final room (because of course it had to be the final room) he managed to find his name… but his eyes were mysteriously drawn to another name, his mouth wrapping itself around the syllables before he knew what he was doing…

- “M… MC?”

- His heart felt like it was about to leap out of his chest, his knees went wobbly and his head felt light and fuzzy, yet so damn clear at the same time. Yoosung stilled himself, bracing his arms against the doorframe to insure he wouldn’t fall flat on his face.

- What was happening to him?

- He had never felt this way before- was he coming down with something? He touched the back of his hand against his forehead and sure enough he was warm and sweaty.

- Though, granted, it could have been because he had been running for the last fifteen minutes and trying not to burst out crying because he was going to be late- not because he was sick and dying.

- His stomach fluttered and his mouth ran dry… no, he must be getting sick. Maybe he shouldn’t have eaten that pizza that was left over… from three days ago. He really needed to start cooking more.

- Yoosung clamped his eyes shut and forced himself to breathe deeply, he could get through this. It was only one hour. He could do this.

- Opening the door, the newly blonde haired student waltzed into the theatre only to have the entire room turn to face him.

- Great. He must have been later than he thought he was.

- Only to have them all shrug and continue on with their conversations.

- Yoosung turned to his left to where their professor was meant to be standing, only to see it empty- the teacher was late? He wasn’t the last one to class? Finally! He managed to catch a break!

- Running a hand through his sweat soaked hair and laughing as he wiped his palm on his jeans, Yoosung shook his head at how stupid he was to worry so much… besides, chiding himself made it easier to forget the uneasy feeling coursing through his veins.

- It wasn’t a bad sensation, just… different. Good. Like little bubbles of pure emotion streaming through his blood. Why he felt happy and excited and nervous all at the same time… he didn’t know. Weirdest case of food poisoning he ever had that was for sure-

- He began to scan the rows of seats for the easiest spot to slip into and found one close to the middle just on the aisle without anyone sitting in between him and the girl on the other side, the really pretty girl laughing with her friends…

- Yoosung pressed his blunt nails into the flesh of his palm to wake himself up from his unintentional staring. He took in a bolstering breath and psyched himself up just so he could sit down, it’s not like the cute girl had noticed him or his existence or anything. It would be fine.

- Edging into the chair and adjusting the fold up side table he began to unpack his books and pens, only for his latest guide for LOLOL to slip out from between his textbooks.

- The girl next to him caught sight of the bright colours from the side of her eye and turned around, her eyes focused on the cover of the magazine before they shot up to look him in the eye.

- She was stunning. And she looked disgusted with him.

- “Tsk, another one of those computer geeks who do nothing but sit in their dark little apartments and fall in love with fictional characters,” she sneered as her friends cackled behind her… clearly none of them had grown up any since graduating from high school. Yoosung sighed and was about to shyly excuse himself when-

- “Yeah, that’s right! We sit in our apartments and fall in love with fictional characters who still have far more depth and strength of character in one pixel than you could ever have in your entire being… Girl- did you regress into your 7th grade form over the holidays after graduating- it’s cool if you did, I’d like to study you for my psychology lab- I’ll entitle it, ‘Dumb bitch, scared and out of her league, forgets how to act like a decent human being.’ Know what? Just leave- you’re not appreciated here- we wouldn’t want to infect you with our geekiness.”

- Yoosung turned around to see a girl with big earphones and an even bigger hoodie sitting forward giving the first (not so cute anymore) girl the most menacing glare he had ever seen, bar the ones his mother wielded.

- The group of girls huffed and tried to retort under their breaths before packing up and moving rows.

- Headphones girl clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth as she made up her mind; she slung her cross-body bag over her shoulder as she clambered over the seats to sit next to Yoosung. The girl slightly winded from her almost-argument and her repositioning, offered the blonde boy a crooked grin- one he returned without hesitation.

- “So… LOLOL boy- you gonna let me look at that guide? I was meaning to pick one up today after class but since you have one right here…” she eluded as she quirked one eyebrow up to test if he caught her drift. He did. He handed her the guide.

- “H-hey… thanks for before… I didn’t know what I should say, if I should say anything at all-” “No sweat LOLOL boy-” “Hahah are you going to call me that forever?” he asked, laughing as he rubbed the back of his neck.

- The girl eyed him critically from behind the pages of the guide.

“Pretty much, yes.”

Yoosung chuckled as he twirled his pen through the tips of his fingers, happy to feel the earlier wash of illness and emotion wane into nothing but a sense of peace and calm. “Well, can I at least have a name to call you? Butt-Kicking Classmate is kind of a mouthful.” “And yet so apt-” “Yes I understand this but-”

- “MC. My name is MC.”

The waning was nothing but the calm before the storm, the eye of the tornado- and Yoosung was the poor cow stuck up 1000 feet in the air and she… she was the tornado. The boy sat back as he burnt up, his cheeks flaring as he bit his lip to not shout out from the sheer heat that he endured. Why did this happen every time he heard her name? Or said her name? Or even thought of her name? It was infuriating! “What should I call you if not LOL-” “Yoosung. Kim… Kim Yoosung.”

- He had heard a soft gasp from behind the pages of the guide and he didn’t miss the way her hands trembled, or how wide her eyes had become. Slowly but steadily, MC drew the magazine down past her chin until her entire face was visible to him… that fluttering in his stomach, that fuzzy but clear feeling- it all came rushing back one hundred-fold.

- “Yoosung… Kim… you say?” she asked, her once confident voice all but whispered.

- He had never heard his name sound so beautiful.

- “Yes, Yoosung Kim…” he confirmed with the smallest of nods of his head, watching as she swallowed some saliva and captivated in the way her throat moved as she did so. He was entranced by the way her mouth seemed to want to do a thousand different things, smile, talk, laugh, scream… so damn expressive.

- MC clicked her tongue once more as she was wont to do when she made an important decision and put the guide back down on his desk before leaning forward, completely invading his personal space. Not that he was complaining. In fact… she could invade it more. It didn’t seem close enough.

- “Yoosung Kim… I’ve been looking for you, for a long time,” she smiled, her warm hand resting atop his, a flash of electricity passing through their touch. “You have? Why? I’m just me, little old Yoosung…”

- She threw her head back and laughed and to him it sounded like bells chiming.

- “Yes, you are little old Yoosung, but from today - you are my little old Yoosung…” she pointed out as her pointer finger booped him firmly on the tip of his nose. “Well if I’m yours, th-then you’re mine!” he answered his chest puffing out slightly- why had he said that? When did he become so damn brazen? Was he going crazy?

“Hahaha, duh! If you’re my Soulmate then I’m your Soulmate- so of course I’m yours!”

“….. Soul… soul what?”

- His parents had never told him anything about Soulmates, didn’t prepare him for what was to come. He was hit by a truck and completely floored.

- The truck was named MC. He didn’t want to get up.

- “Care to explain?”

- MC stared at him completely dumbfounded, her mouth agape and her eyes even wider than before. She inhaled and nodded, resigning herself to the fact that the love of her life was completely innocent and that she did indeed have to teach him everything.

- It was going to be so much fun.

- “You see when a man and a woman love each other very much-” “MC I KNOW ABOUT SEX I WANT TO KNOW ABOUT SOULMATES!” he hissed loud enough for the two rows surrounding them to snigger at. “Sex? Who said anything about sex? Geez, I say soulmate and you’re already trying to get into my pants-” “MC!” he whined, his amethyst eyes large and pleading. Of course, she acquiesced.

- “Forever Yoosung. It means that you and me, until death do us part, no matter what… it’s me and you.”

- He took a moment to process this, that he had literally no choice in who he fell in love with- that fate intervened and made sure that he had someone to love and someone to love him in return for the rest of his life… it was just so much to take in…

- MC entwined her fingers with his when she noticed what she assumed was struggle painted on his face. This, he was going to have this, forever.

- It didn’t matter that he had just met the girl, that he knew nothing about her- his body knew before he did. He already loved her.

- He smiled and squeezed her hand back.

- “Okay… I think I’m okay with that.”

Zen:

- His first motion picture…

- He was beside himself. He couldn’t believe that his agent had managed to get him this part! It was meant for a more well-known leading man and an unknown actress but they had fallen in love with how well he had read for the part and how well his headshots looked against the actress’s.

- He hadn’t been told who they had chosen, it wasn’t like it really mattered at the end of the day- the girl was an unknown, fresh faced and new in the show business role. She had never acted a day in her life but the casting director had seen her on the street and she had just the aesthetic he was after- it was just pure dumb luck that she was natural at acting.

- He had planned to talk to her at the read through but she had lost her voice and couldn’t attend… it wasn’t until they were both there for the first physical run through of the scenes that they actually met…

- “Oh hi! You must be-” “Yeah! You’re the actress playing MC right?-”

- He didn’t get to finish his sentence, nor did she.

- She was whisked off to fit some costumes and he… he couldn’t breathe.

- The moment he said MC, his lips started to tingle and an odd buzzing sound rang in his ears. His cheeks felt flushed and his heart beat raced. He couldn’t understand… he had said that name more than a thousand times whilst reading the script, not once did he ever feel that way. It must have been her. Seeing her and her face must have just solidified his character’s feelings inside him of course. That must be what it was.

- When she finally returned and they shook hands he could have sworn that he felt his own heartbeat beating in time with hers, palm to palm, one solid beat.

- Damn it he needed to focus and not get too lost into the character… his character was the love-sick fool not him! He was a professional! He had only met this girl! He-he

- … she had the most beautiful smile he had ever seen in his life.

- FOCUS!

- He had to thank whatever it was running through his system because he had never felt more “on” than at that moment. Every line he delivered to her felt authentic and organic, like he truly meant it. Looking around it was obvious that everyone else on set agreed, absolutely transfixed on the couple centre stage.

- He could feel every word she was saying to him like it was scripture; that every word of love and devotion that she spoke had the power to let him walk on air… and god he really wanted to try.

- …

- He must have been a better actor than even he gave himself credit for, making himself believe that he was already half in love with the woman in front of him…

- He didn’t even want to stop rehearsing until the Director had called out three times for them to finish up, he was just a ball of energy and wanted nothing more than to release that through this amazing acting he and this actress were performing, he didn’t want to lose momentum.

- He didn’t want to lose what he was feeling…

- “H-Hey! MC! Did you want to go and get some lunch with me?” he had asked before realising that he had called her by her character’s name. He felt the blood flood his cheeks as he forced himself not to slap himself or just die from embarrassment. He couldn’t be that far gone into this role to already be thinking of her as her character… this is how idiots fall in love with co-stars… “I’m so sorry, habit, I didn’t mean to call you MC-”

“And why not? It’s my name too,” she smiled as she rested her hand on his bicep, the muscle there twitching instinctively under her touch.

- Shit.

- Zen was no fool. He knew what this meant. He knew, deep down, that he wasn’t that good of an actor to fool himself- damn it- he was already half in love.

- The only half evidently. She seemed completely unaffected… unless… had she said his name yet? No, she hadn’t. Only his character’s name!

- “How silly of me! All this time I’ve never introduced myself properly! Hello MC, my name is Zen, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” he beamed offering his hand out to her.

- Please

- She smiled and took his hand and laughed as he flipped it over to kiss the back of hers.

- “Oh! Hahah- wow! Um… yes, yes it’s lovely to meet you too Zen… Zen.”

- He watched in rapt fascination as her fingers curled around his almost painfully, how her eyes widened and how her jaw fell and closed but fell back down- as if she were trying to desperately find the words… or simply remember how to talk.

- “So… it’s true what they say…” he trailed off as he drew her closer with a simple tug of her hand still within his, “About when you meet your other half…”

Swallowing deeply and finally blinking her burning eyes MC shook her head and took a step back, though, she did not withdraw her hand. “What do they say?” she asked her voice trembling as much as her body was.

“That when you finally say your Soulmate’s name- nothing else in the world sounds as beautiful. That nothing else tastes as nice as the name of your Soulmate on your tongue. That the mere thought of their name is enough to bring tears to your eyes…”

- She stared at him completely astonished by the ardent proclamations of this- stranger-

- “No one says that,” she whispered as she licked her lips subconsciously her eyes fixated on his, content on watching him worry at the plump flesh. “Not out loud…” “They should… So- um… lunch?” she asked finally pulling away and bringing her hand to her chest, her other hand cradling it almost tenderly, her fingers tracing the still- warm parts of her skin that he had held.

- They talked about anything that came to mind, their pasts, their dreams, their favourite food and their mutual aversion to cats. “A cat scratched my face when I was three and although I think they’re beautiful, I just… I just can’t.”

- Soulmates were made to be a perfect fit after all…

- Once they got back on set the tension between the two was so thick it was practically humming- everyone could see that something had happened over lunch.

- During a pivotal scene, where they were about to finally separate ways forever and part with a kiss…

- MC was looking at Zen, tears brimming in her eyes –geez what a talent- merely four lines away from their kiss and-

- … and she dropped her script and crossed the stage to kiss him. Completely unscripted. Completely inappropriate.

- It was perfect.

- “-But Director, they’re not meant to kiss yet-”

“Shhh… she’s absolutely right! The character wouldn’t be able to wait, she wouldn’t want to waste a moment with talk when these two people are all about action! Have the scriptwriters add it right away-”

- Zen smirked as they continued to share their first kiss with more than fifty random people around them. He didn’t care, the Director was right. They didn’t want to waste another moment- and suddenly- Zen didn’t mind being one of those idiot actors who fell in love with his co-star.

- “Okay guys we get the point, we should probably move on… guys?… guys?!”

Jaehee:

- It wasn’t particularly easy being kicked out by your Uncle and Aunt… she didn’t have anyone… and she didn’t want to touch what little was left of her inheritance from her parents so- she figured it would be better if she found a part time job.

- That way her mind would be occupied at all times and she could indeed earn some money.

- Besides… working with coffee wasn’t a bad thing. Being a barista wasn’t a bad thing, even if it did mean she was practically drooling at every order she made, she figured there would be worse cons to a job… like being a slave to a tyrant who overworked you and never appreciated you- she shuddered. She never wanted to end up like that!

- It was a particularly busy day being the first weeks of winter, everyone would run in just wanting a cup of something warm to hold to help them heat up against the chill in the air, the poor brunette was already run off her feet. She was barely even looking at the customers in the eyes as she pushed their orders across the counter.

- Wiping the sweat off her brow with the back of her arm, Jaehee took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Soon. Her own break would be soon. Just the next order to do and she would be free for 30 glorious minutes.

- Pulling the last ticket off the machine so she could read her colleague’s sloppy writing a little easier, she memorised the order and proceeded to make it perfectly. Pouring it out into the large cup Jaehee took the receipt again to make sure she got the customer’s name right- MC…

- She nearly spilt the drink all over herself.

- That name. She’d seen it a thousand times before. Written it a thousand times before.

- But this time- this person’s name… it made her heart skip a beat. It made her heart feel full and happier than it had for the longest time. It made her want to laugh and cry at the same time. It made her think of a home, a real one with her and this MC.

- All from a name.

- Jaehee finished writing the name down on the cup neatly and carefully put the pen down. She licked her lips and inhaled and called out in a voice she hoped didn’t shake too much, “MC?!”

- “Oh here!?”

- Jaehee looked up to see an angel in a trench coat and beanie. Her skin kissed with cold, nose and cheeks rosy and eyes bright. Such beauty right in front of her. “Um… may I please have my order um… Jae-Jaehee?”

- The two women looked at each other from either side of the counter, the noise and hustle and bustle of the small coffee shop completely going unnoticed by them.

- Jaehee pushed the cup to the middle of the bench only to be met in the middle by MC’s hand, her gloved fingers wrapping themselves around her quivering digits.

- “I… this is…” she stammered unable to look away from the other woman’s eyes, her own honeyed irises large with disbelief.

- She couldn’t be that lucky… to meet them… to meet her so early in life…

- “It is,” MC answered her pink cheeks turning red as her lips curled into a stunning smile.

- “B-but I don’t believe in-” “I’m standing right here.”

“Nothing good ever happens to me-” “Right in front of you.” “I have a break now-” “Let’s have a coffee.”

- For the first time since she started working there, Jaehee took her break front of house… with a customer no less… and no one batted an eye when 30 minutes turned to an hour. Then an hour into an hour and a half- the girl had never smiled like she did right then; who were they to take that away from her?

- They did however yell at her when she accidentally kept writing and calling out MC’s name for every order for the next day.

Jumin:

- Soulmates? Preposterous. His father had spent his entire adult life looking for his soulmate, convinced that every pretty woman who batted their eyelashes at him and feigned to feel a strong connection to him (his money) was the one. This obsession with finding his Soulmate leading their family to shame and their company to ruin.

- Well. Not. Him.

- He didn’t believe in such nonsense. Not once did he find a woman worth spending time with let alone believing them capable to be the other perfect half of your soul. That would be the day.

- All throughout high school he had one vapid girl after another clawing at him to say their name, hoping that he would feel the twinge in his heart and for butterflies to zoom out of his butt or some ridiculous notion like that. By the first month of school he refused to call any girl by their name and insisted on labelling everyone “Hey you there” or “Female student in front of me.”

- By the time he entered university, word had gotten out that Jumin Han just hated the idea of anyone being in love- because who would so vehemently refuse to even try to find their Soulmate? Who would look down on others just for trying to find a little piece of happiness? He was just an angry, lonely man.

- Not that they were entirely wrong on that assessment… but not entirely right either.

- Though, he didn’t let something like public opinion of him falter his course or his ideas- Jumin never thought much of other people’s talking of subjects they had no idea about. He took great pleasure it picking apart their arguments and making them sound like fools.

- Probably why he made such an excellent debater, Captain of the team in fact.

- In his final year of University, they were finally pitted against their rival school; not once in all the years he had been on the team had he had the chance to face off with the national champions- he was always called off to sit in with his father’s meetings or off sick; but not this time. This time he would meet them, crush them and reclaim the title for his school.

- He had tried every avenue to find out what they could about their new Captain but everyone was on lockdown, no one would talk and all means of electronically hacking their systems to find out who they were, were completely barred. He didn’t want to cheat, it would sully his victory- no he just wanted to be prepared. Know their history, their grades and whatnot- let it never be said that Jumin Han didn’t do his homework.

- The day of the debate arrived and sure enough familiar faces lined the opposite team- except one. A pretty girl he supposed, hardly what he would call imposing with her sweet smile and her intermittent waves to the crowd in front of them. Hardly Captain material, he’d be surprised if she was first chair… but wait- what was she doing sitting in the Captain’s chair?

- Good Lord.

- This was going to be too easy.

- Jumin barely heard the announcer listing off his teammates but he paused when he heard her name. It cut through him like a hot knife through butter, seared onto his brain.

- MC.

- He felt nauseous, a cold sweat forming on his upper lip as his steel grey eyes raked over her smaller form.

- She looked just as shaken as he did; her hands ringing together ripping the tissues trapped between her fingers.

- He thought he was going to faint- what was this feeling? He mouthed her name and the feeling of illness slipped away only to be replaced with a wash of warmth? A silly tingling in his blood that seemed to be singing her name in his ears. His mouth was dry and his throat on fire, his palms lined with a sheen of sweat and his heart beating in the pit of his stomach. He didn’t know what was going on, he didn’t understand.

- He watched as MC calmed herself all the while keeping her gaze focused on him, her cheeks burning up the longer she stared. She ran her tongue along her lower lip and he had never been so charmed by a muscle in his life.

- Jumin she mouthed, maybe to him, maybe to herself- he didn’t know- what he did notice however was the way her hand clutched at her blazer just above where her heart would be. She didn’t look like she was in pain but she wasn’t exactly the same grinning woman he had seen moments earlier.

- �� Indeed, it seemed that Jumin could barely tear his eyes off her, he couldn’t pay attention to his teammates, he couldn’t take notes- he could only focus on her. Just how far had he fallen? Over hearing a name and seeing a pretty face? Get it together Jumin!

- Except he couldn’t. Every time he tried to rebut an argument he would instinctively look back at the opposite team and his eyes locked onto hers and he’d be lost. Each time he’d make any headway with his points he’d want to say her name instead, and of course, everything came out all tongue tied.

- Thankfully for him, her performance wasn’t much better, she was a blushing mess but still- a coherent blushing mess.

- Jumin’s university went home empty handed that year after all.

- But not Jumin, not this time.

- He wouldn’t lose twice in one day.

- “Hello there, good performance today.”

“You too.”

“I’m Jumin Han-” “I know. I’m MC-”

“I heard, yes.”

- Her teammates were calling for her to hurry up and get on the bus and she was about to call back to them but was cut off by the suddenly confident opposing Captain, “Please go on ahead- I will take MC home.” They looked at her and she in turn looked up to him and shook her head at his cavalier and brash assumption. He was just lucky it was the correct one. “It’s fine guys, you heard what Jumin said- he’s going to take me home.”

- The silence in the auditorium was deafening. Jumin never spoke a girl’s first name and he certainly never let someone who just met him call him by his first name… unless…

- Jumin fiddled with the cufflinks in his sleeves trying to buy time before he had to speak again. MC picked at imaginary lint at her skirt in hopes that the man would continue his initiative.

- “I… I don’t know how any of this works… in fact until about an hour ago I was certain it was all a farce,” he admitted his eyes firmly fastened on her right shoulder, “but if… if it’s really what it seems like is it- what it feels like it is- I would like the chance to understand it all. Understand everything about you.”

- MC smiled, even if she wasn’t his Soulmate, after that heartfelt speech, she would have bribed the stars themselves to realign just so she could be. “I don’t know how this works either- my mother told me it might happen one day, to just pray it would just happen before I got married to someone else who I thought was my Soulmate… is it… I mean… you felt it too? When you heard my name?” she questioned her eyebrows arching up as high as they would go. “The pull? The need to keep saying my name over and over again? Tell me it just wasn’t me.”

- Jumin’s lips quirked to the side in an amused smirk, this girl was adorable. She could have asked to have his heart out on a platter and he’d have freely offered it, but all she required was the confirmation of his budding feelings from him.

- Just too easy.

- “I did. I feel it now. I have no choice but to believe in all this-” “Prove it.”

“Uh…how?”

“Scream my name out into the audience, let everyone hear it! Let everyone hear the name on the tip of your tongue, the name that your heart beats to now!” she goaded him, an excited grin on her face.

- Jumin stared at her in shock- again another easy request… he didn’t care what people thought of him after all. Shrugging nonchalantly Jumin opened his mouth to swallow a gulp of air more than ready to scream out her name-

- Only to have two delicate hands cover his mouth and a giggle that was not his own reverberating on his chest.

“Damn it! I didn’t think you’d actually do it! You’re crazy! I believe it, I believe you!” she guffawed, burying her face against him, her body heat and laughter seeping into him and offering a warmth that he had never felt before.

- He liked it.

- He wanted more.

- “So… perhaps it wouldn’t be out of line for me to ask you out to dinner?” he asked looking down at the crown of her head. “O-Of course not!” “Tonight?”

- The tentative slip of her hand in his was answer enough for him.

Saeyoung:

- He was a good, diligent worker and that was all that mattered to the Agency.

- He barely ate, he barely slept, barely did anything but exist and work.

- The perfect agent.

- Then they brought her in.

- 606.

- Quiet and withdrawn but brilliant. She could code almost as well as he did and she could hack into places faster and without a trace better than him. She slept less than him. Ate less than him. Was less than him.

- She wasn’t going to survive, she would burn out and become useless to the Agency and she would have to be disposed of.

- … and even as far as he had come, as low as he had gone… that didn’t sit right with him. He chose this life, but someone that hollow did not. Someone that broken had been torn away from a good life, a happy life.

- He imagined her having younger siblings who missed her, parents who searched the streets with her picture in hand begging for information, friends who no longer spoke to each other because the memory of her haunted them.

- He wasn’t going to let the agency steal a life that didn’t belong to them.

- It all started with innocent emails; just him asking how she was, sending her funny jokes or pictures, bantering and bitching about work in such a way that no one would be able to crack down on them for… make her smile. Make her strong. Don’t let her break.

- 606 soon became the life of the office… which didn’t say much because it was literally just him, her and Vanderwood in the small room. She was laughing and smiling and radiating joy- her work improved… the Agency was very happy.

- 707. Stay back tonight. Help me with an assignment?

- Of course, 606, whatever you need.

- That night when Vanderwood had finally gone past his threshold of exhaustion, the older man peeled himself off the chair and bid “the children” goodnight.

- She kept typing, she kept on finishing her work for another 20 minutes as he sat there dumbfounded as to why she had asked him to stay back when all she was doing was literally more work. That was what tomorrow was for!

- He was about to pack up and leave when she threw him a piece of paper.

I’m leaving. Tonight. Come with me.

- He looked back up at her, there was nothing on her face to discern that she even sent him the message- or even blinked. “So… you in?”

- Of course, 606, whatever you need.

- He nodded. She kept typing.

“Come and see me in my room then?”

- Aahhh, so that’s how she was going to hide it- she was going to pretend they were going to sleep together. That was something he often found weird in the Agency- they didn’t care or discourage the formation of relationships between agents- probably believed if you got attached they could always use the partner as insurance or worse, incentive. “Yeah, I’ll meet you in there.”

- When he arrived she was in full combat gear, she was ready to fight her way out if needed. They went over the plan over and over again, whispering directly into each other’s ears so that not even the bugs in their rooms could pick up what they were saying. Also with occasional moan or shudder it seemed like they were just making out.

- Her room was just above the route the laundry trucks would ride out from and she had managed to make contact with one of her friends from the outside- come midnight she, they, would jump down and escape this hell hole. They only had one chance to do this- the other agents on duty would notice a paused truck and would respond immediately.

- The clock ticked by and before they knew it, it was 11:59 and the faint rumble of an engine could be heard, the soft hiss of the brakes beneath her window.

- “In case I die,” she uttered, her face stoic and unmoving, “I want you to know- my name, it’s not 606. They wanted me to forget but I will never forget. My name is MC.”

- It was like a punch to his chest, the sound of her name. It ignited something in him that he never thought he would have the chance to feel, to experience. Not there. To find her there amongst all the sin and evil that they do, he knew how to spot a miracle when God sent one.

- “You’re not going to die MC, I promise,” he replied as he held her to him in a bone crushing embrace, “I promise.”

“Your name, 707- if I die, I want to know your-” “Didn’t I just say that you weren’t going to die MC?” he chuckled as her helped out of the window, “I, Saeyoung Choi, promise you.”

- The look on her face as she said his name would have been enough to take him to his grave. To see her face light up with joy and surprise as if someone had turned on a light inside of her, that would be one of his most treasured memories.

- His sharp ears caught the sounds of rushed footsteps down the hall.

- He pushed her roughly before she was ready and heard a loud snap of something when she fell onto the truck. MC was bowed forward, holding onto her right foot that had landed awkwardly and bent inwardly- her face contorted into silent screams.

- Saeyoung made the sign of the cross as he backed away from the window to do a run up. God please- I just found her- don’t take her away from me.

- He landed beside her, coiling his arms around her protectively as he laid her down to see the damage to her ankle- it was bad but nothing that some doctor couldn’t fix.

- He beamed down at her, cupping her face tenderly…

- As he tried desperately to ignore the barrage of agents chasing after the both of them.

- Saeyoung gently caressed her features with his fingers, desperate to feel everything under his touch, etch it into his mind.

- “You lie down here and keep safe okay? I’m going to go and hold them off-” “No! You can’t do that! They’ll torture you to death!” she cried sitting up, screaming out in pain as she accidentally moved her foot. He shushed her, looking forward to see that they were nearly clear of the base… she was so close to being free. “Shh, shhh- it’s okay MC. It’ll be okay. I promise,” he reassured her, his eyes crinkling so much that little droplets of tears dotted his auburn lashes. “No it won’t be-” “I’ll find you. I promise. I’ll find you.”

“Saeyoung!”

- He jumped off the truck and refused to allow himself to look back at her- if he did, he would never be able to leave her side.

- MC ignored the searing pain rushing up her leg to twist her body to watch her Soulmate’s noble sacrifice. One man, two, twelve men on him… he had no chance.

- “Saeyoung!” she croaked, her voice stifled by her despair.

- You promised…

- 707: WAIT

Yoosung: Why? Zen:?? 707: Think someone entered the chat room;;

Jumin: MC…?

- Saeyoung smiled to himself as he traced the location and turned on the camera.

- Promised I would find you.

Saeran:

- He had been searching for months under her orders. Months and no one was right. He was about to give up hope, that he would have to send in one of their own to infiltrate the damned RFA… but then she appeared.

- Like a gust of wind on a scorching day or the breath of air coursing through starved lungs- she blew into his life and turned it upside down.

- He would follow her and watch her from afar. He would tap in and listen to her conversations- not because he was interested in what she was saying- he just wanted to hear her voice.

- Her friend was laughing on the other line, “Oh… MC… you’re too much!”

- Saeran fell to the floor, his knees smarting from the hard concrete. No- NO!

- He crawled underneath his desk and curled up into a tight ball, his arms hugging his knees as he lightly rocked back and forth. Adrenaline pumped through his veins, made him jittery and on edge. No- he was warned against this. Was told that if he ever felt this that it was wrong, that he should only love the Saviour and their cause. That the call of someone else was evil, that it was the work of the corrupted

- But he was already corrupted, no matter how many times they drugged him and made him try to forget- he knew he was… but MC-

- She was perfect, absolutely perfect.

- Unfortunately, the Saviour agreed.

- It was hard to have something of your own in Mint Eye, something private, something sacred.

- He had to get her back.

- They had sent her to infiltrate an organisation full of desperate and lonely people- the most kind and innocent person sent into a den of wolves to feast upon. He had to save her.

- He was frantic, he sent her conflicting messages- wanting to scare her away from Mint Eye but wanting her to stay away from them- especially Saeyoung. If any of them saw even half of what he saw in her… they would steal her away.

- Finally the Saviour said it was time to claim their prize back, that since he was so good he could take her for himself- keep her safe himself. He was so happy. But when he got to the apartment, as he scaled the building and broke through the window to reach her… she was not as happy to see him.

- She was screaming. She was backing away from him. She was afraid.

- He couldn’t think straight- this wasn’t right. She was supposed to be happy to see him, to come with him willingly. Wasn’t that what Soulmates were about? The moment he knew her name-

- That was it… he knew her name but she didn’t know his… to her he was…

- “I’m from Paradise. You don’t know this but you were invited too… I know it took some time for me to come for you… now let’s go together… you look scared, don’t be. I won’t hurt you… endless parties, overflowing love, joy without pain… I’ll save you… You invited someone? Maybe… Luciel Choi?”

“MC- Are you hurt?” “I-I’m fine!” “I… I don’t know who you are… but let go of her!”

- No. Not Luciel. The actor. The pretty one. Of course she would fall for the pretty one.

- “No.” She’s mine. She’s meant for me.

“If you don’t, I’ll have to use force to protect my girl.” I don’t want to do this. “You move a single inch, you see this switch here? I’ll press it.” I won’t.

“What do you want?!”

- The truth then.

- “To escape this place safely with the RFA planner… If you don’t want to activate the bomb you better stay still. Just watch as I take… “your girl” and disappear.”

- The pain in his arm paled in comparison to the ache in his heart when she pulled away from him to run into the arms of another man. Away from him. Always away.

- Never his.

- Meant to be his.

- “My name… My name was Saeran.”

- It was the school for the rich and gifted.

- Some more rich and others more gifted.

- Most loved it there. Some merely tolerated it.

- One person hated it.

- Brought in through a scholarship to show how the school was “giving back to the community”, bringing in the charity case and parade them around like their latest trophy.

- Well this trophy didn’t like the case she was put in. She didn’t like the people who thought they could polish her up and make her shine to their standards. She didn’t like them at all.

- Especially those that shone the brightest- it hurt to look at them, like the sun- blindingly beautiful but dangerous.

- None shone more so than V.

- Pfft.

- Who the hell named their child V? What pretentious jackass does that?

- Wasn’t it enough that he went strutting around with his best friend, waving and talking to the more common folk? Wasn’t it too much that he went around taking photos of people and landscapes and saying pompous things like “everything is beautiful and everything is art?” Wasn’t it over the top that he had the gall to act all sweet and kind and look like some sort of bronzed Greek God? WASN’T IT?!

- MC breathed in trying to calm herself. For the better part of the last six months she had spent it running, hiding and keeping her distance from him. He seemed hell bent on seeking her out and trying to talk to her- well she wanted nothing from him! No help! No charity! No pity! Just to be left alone.

- During a study period, she was cornered by none other than that trust fund kid’s best friend, super-mega trust fund kid the first, Jumin Han.

- He chose the desk right next to hers although almost every other desk was available, which only meant he wanted to speak to her.

- “Why do you hate V?” he asked so bluntly she was surprised by it. She sat up from her prone position laying along the desk and twisted slightly to face the man to her left. She propped her head on her hand and gave him a long, pointed stare.

- “I… I don’t know. I just do. From his perfect hair to his perfect persona to, god even his name pisses me off! V! There are just some people that you’re not meant to get along with and he and I are obviously not meant to be besties,” she huffed as she rested the front of her torso back down against the desk, resting her chin atop her crossed arms.

- “I told him,” he clicked his tongue as he shook his head ruefully, crossing his arms like a disappointed adult to a child… or small pet. “I told Jihyun that you were certifiable. Who hates someone just because of what they can see? Without even getting to know them?”

- Her fingers dug into the worn wood of the table beneath her.

- Jihyun… now that was… that was a name she liked. Her breath escaped her lungs as she whirled around so fast she almost lost balance on her seat. That name made her feel soft and fuzzy and loved- she had never even met him and she was already in love with him. Jihyun, a good and noble man who wanted nothing more than to love and care for the woman he loved and to be loved and cared for in return. A man who would make them such horrible breakfasts on Sunday when they were married that they would inevitably go out and eat at a restaurant- yet he never stopped trying. Because he loved her and one day he wanted to get it right. A man who would stay in and read the paper to her as she lay in between his legs and slept on his chest- he wouldn’t even move at all for fear she’d wake or be disturbed.

- She loved that name.

- Her heart beat faster and suddenly she couldn’t control her extremities, her legs were bouncing up and down in excitement and her hands unsure of where to place themselves, every place awkward compared to the thought of her hands being linked with his. It didn’t feel right- to be on her own, not now she knew his name.

- “Who?” she meekly asked the ebony haired prince next to her. He was fiddling with a loose thread on his blazer sleeve, pulling at the strand until it came out completely. “Jumin- who?” she repeated hoping that her insistence would be enough to show him how important it was for her to know who this man was.

- He gave her a perplexed look, thoughtful eyes glided over her form as if he were trying to ascertain whether she was joking or not. His eyes widened and his mouth pressed into a thin line when he quickly realised that she wasn’t asking in jest, she was completely serious.

“Jihyun… Jihyun Kim is V’s real name. The man you so ardently hated?” he answered, his mouth twitching up into a wry smile.

- Damn it.

- MC violently pushed herself back from the desk with both hands before she started running to the last place she had seen V- Jihyun. He was entering the dark room just as she was heading to the study hall. The light was on meaning he was developing something… she should be patient…

- … but all those months… all those wasted months- how could he forgive her? She didn’t know but she had to try!

- The light flicked off and she knocked, waiting for him to call out that it was okay and that she could come it. She slowly opened the door and closed it behind her.

- Less than five steps away was Jihyun, pulling down some developed photos.

- He was right. Everything was beautiful. Everything was art.

- He was art.

- And she was just some dumb pedestrian trying to look at the piece and critique it without having all the history and facts behind it, not knowing the mastery it took to create it. The love that went into it. Fool.

- He turned to her and she swore that the blue of his eyes was just that little bit bluer, the tone of his hair that much deeper and his lips, full and perfect and so ready for her to kiss she couldn’t believe there was ever a time she wanted to slap his smile off. Now she’d do anything to keep it there forever.

- What’s in a name? Everything. What did Shakespeare know?

- “I… I’m so sorry,” she cried, prostrating herself in a deep bow.

- Startled, V set aside his print and pulled the bowing woman up and forced her to look at him. “What for? I’m not aware of anything you’ve done that would warrant an apology,” he replied good naturedly, his kind smile warming her to her bones. “I have been terrible to you and only because… for some unknown reason- I couldn’t stand your name. What it stood for, what you seemingly stood for,” she confessed, her cheeks burning under the harsh lights.

- V reached behind her and turned on the dark room red lights once again- to save her from embarrassment.

- “I know- it’s okay MC, you don’t have to explain. I know my name is the problem,” he admitted with a careless shrug. MC gawked at him, how could he know? How could he possibly know?! “I’ve known since the first day when I felt the bond but you did nothing but run away from me- I knew that my name was faulty and that although you may be my Soulmate- that I simply was not yours.”

- All this time, he thought he was the problem. That she didn’t love him because his name was faulty, that he was faulty.

- Her heart shattered and she bit her lip to stop herself from crying. She almost ruined this man, she continued to pile hurt upon hurt on him and now there she was telling her how much she loved him… well… that was what she wanted to do, whether or not she could do it not was the other question.

- “No… I… I was just stupid. I thought your name was V, not Jihyun. There was nothing wrong with your name- there is nothing wrong with you. I… just, wanted to let you know that. You’re amazing. You’re perfect and I want to get to know you, just as you are.”

- Even in the dark, the brightness from his smile could be seen.

- “You do?” the hope in his voice evident, taking the first steps to close the gap between them. “I do. I want the chance to know the real Jihyun,” she beamed. “I would love nothing more than that, MC,” he replied, encircling his arms around her body. - Well what do you know, they were a perfect fit.

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thoughtsofadaydreamer · 4 years

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Cleaning house

(Punisher fan fiction)

Little Italy, NY. Circa 1977. New York. Americas Mafia homeland. Originating in the late 19th century long before any of us in this era even knew how to say the word “Mafia”. Growing fearsome and powerful in the 20s and 30s. Prohibition era was a goldmine for the Mafiosos. And into the 40s, 50s, 60s. Reaching their peak in the 70s. No one, not even the president could stop the Mafia in this time. At least that is until a tragic sunny day happened in the summer of ‘75. “They should have put another bullet in my skull.” Castle thinks to himself. Sitting patiently inside of his black van. He stares off into the distance towards the front of a convenience store. “Tricanni’s” the building reads. Frank Castle was the victim of an attempted murder on his life. Still alive to remember the day, he truly died when his wife and 2 kids werent so lucky. Slain by the mob on what was meant to be a picnic day at the park. After discovering a mob hit, the Castle family were to be killed for the witnessing. When Frank arose from death, with no help from the crooked police department, he began a one man war against the cities underworld. After 2 years, Frank is digging deeper and deeper into the mob. Chipping away for the past 2 years to get to the higher ups.

Dominic Tricanni was a Caporegime (captain) for the Gnucci (pro. NEW-CHEE) crime family. The same organization responsible for the death of Franks family. Tricanni being his last lead on the whereabouts of Ma Gnucci after she went into hiding. Ma Gnucci was the wife of Don Vittorio Gnucci. When the Don died, his widow decided to take his place of power. Something never before seen until her time. Ruling the crime family with her hand practically on everyones balls. A real mean old bitch as many of her own associates consider her. Castle originally planned on attacking each of the capo’s crews to break down the family section by section. But when Ma Gnucci decided to lay low, Castles only way of finding out her location is through the last captain still breathing. This is where Tricanni comes in. Frank waits outside for another 10 minutes. Only looking away for a millisecond to check his watch every now and again. Once the lights go out in the building, Frank gears up. He throws his leather trenchcoat over his white skull kevlar and makes his way across the street.

Tricanni’s was a typical NYC business building. Store on the bottom, apartments on top. He knew thats where the mob run establishment counted profits through the fronts. The place where you buy a loaf of bread, some milk, maybe some snacks, smokes, beer, and a package of God knows what if you ask for the right people. Understand? However much money was made through the packages, was moved upstairs. So the building had to have wiseguys with guns throughout the building. Frank taps on the glass of the door, holding his head down as the man behind the counter peeks out. Castle sticks up his middle finger yelling the words “Fuck you, you fucking guinea pricks!” The man dashes out through the door “I TOLD YOU LITTLE BASTARDS TO STOP COMI-“ the man stops and looks around an empty street. Feeling alone. Until 2 man hands grip under his chin and on top of his cranium. Twisting with a loud violent crunch. He drops dead weight into Castles arms, dragging him into the store. Dumping him off behind the counter. Castle searches his body and discovers a Colt. 1911. Checking the chamber for a round. “Full clip” he mutters to himself. Holstering the weapon down the front of his belt. His boots silently stepping through the door to the stairway. He listens. “HAHAHAHA!!!” Laughter coming from upstairs. He follows the sound of humorous covervastion until he spots 2 more waiting around the next corner. “Ay, so how was that slut you took home last night?” One asks the other. Castle eases up the stairs hugging the wall close with his back, listening. “Yo i think you were right about’er....been itchin’ all day. Fuck!” The 2 men laugh hysterically, castles lip snarls at the sound of the 2 mobsters. He listens for footsteps. Trying to pinpoint how they move.

Planning his next move, he unholsters one of his own pistols. An all black enhanced 1911 .45. Loaded with armor piercing rounds. He begins to twist a silencer on the handgun as one of the pair speaks, “you hear about Freddy?” Then the other, “All i know is hes dead, why?” The conversation continues. “I mean how he died. Cops and news reporters saying its the punisher. I believe ‘em.” Castle almost smiles as he peeks around the corner ever so slightly. “Ahhh fuck Castle. If i see ‘em ill have ‘em carrying his heart in a fuckin’ doggy bag.” Castle makes his move while their guards are down. “Nows your chance.” He mutters to them, standing below the staircase. Before the men could draw their weapons Castle unloads 2 rounds into their heads. The bodies drop with the shell casings. The wall behind them painted with blood and brain. “Whoops, too slow.” He jokes as he steps past the bodies. Meanwhile on the 3rd floor, Dominic Tricanni discusses bullshit talk while he counts his earnings. “So far its 15 G’s Dom.” One of his associates speaks up. “Not bad, not bad at all.” Tricanni replies. His face a little aged. Like an old war veteran who was the grease monkey cook of the platoon but could fight. Which he could. Tricanni used to be an amateur boxer on the streets of Jersey. Eventually being hired by Don Vittorio Gnucci himself as a source of income. Over time he became a small time enforcer on the side before choosing to work full time for the mob. Rising through the ranks and being granted his own crew in NY. A foul mouthed, tough Italiano with a love for money and a good fight. “This stays between us. Ma wants 10% of every take. Well we gonna give her what she THINKS is 10%. Tell her maybe business was slow this week. Not alot of customers. Capiche?” The others nod and reply, “Capiche”. Flicking cigarettes and downing scotch. “That bitch gets on my nerves.” Tricanni states. One cracks a joke, “Maybe shes a bitch because ever since Vito died, she hasnt been getting...properly pampered? If you know what i mean?” They chuckle as another pokes fun, “yeah Dom why dont you dust her off and take her for a spin y’know? Take one for the team huh?” Dominic laughs then responds, “I wouldnt fuck her with YOUR little pee shooter Ralphy.” They laugh, oblivious to the trouble approaching. Outside the room, Castle covers the mouth of another mobster. As his knife calmly slices across the adams apple of the man. The sound of muffled choking and blood curdling fills the vigilantes ears. Watching the door in case he is too audible. More laughter is heard as Frank drops the body. Snagging a sawed off shotgun from the dead mans grip. He holsters the shotgun to unscrew the silencer from his pistol. “Gonna have to get loud.” He thinks to himself. He currently wields both weapons, standing in front of the apartment door. He knocks on the door, waiting to hear the footsteps get closer. He hears whistling from behind the door signaling a cue for his next move. “BOOM!”

The mobster goes stumbling back, leaving a large hole in the door from the sawed off. “WHAT THE FU-! [BOOM!]” the last round from the shotgun bursts through the door. Enough to send the gangsters back falling to the floor. Castle spartan kicks the door with his large heavy combat boots. Breaking it off the hinges. Dropping the sawed off and equipping his secondary pistol. “BAM! BAM!” Headshots. 2 mobsters rise from behind the table, greeted with .45 caliber rounds to the cranium. Tricanni, still down, is painted with his mens blood. From the kitchen another spawns “HEY!!! ITS CASTLE!!!” Castle twists his head to the left. Just as the gangster pulls the trigger on his Micro smg. Machine gun fire sprays the room as Frank jump into the bedroom. Landing on his side. Bullet holes spawn as the mobster continues to unload his clip. Sending glass and drywall pieces all over the bedroom. Castle sends a few rounds through the wall in return. He notices a change in the scenario. The shots change place, now being shot from the right instead of the left. Frank follows up with gunfire of his own. Popping off the rest of the clip into the wall as a distraction before “BAM!” He lets off one last round just as the mobster was changing positions. Killing him. Tricanni sees this and attempts to run. “BAM! BAM!” Castle puts 2 in Tricannis leg. The Mob captain screams in agonizing pain as he attempts to crawl. But Frank beats him to it. And grabs him by his foot. Dragging him to the kitchen.

Tricanni sits handcuffed in a dining room chair. Dripping blood from his leg wounds. “What do you want with me Castle?” Frank stares him down, silent. Pulling up a chair seating himself directly in front of Dominic. “You want to know where Ma is!? Is that it? Well fuck you! I hate that old cunt just as much as you but ill be damned if i cooperate with you!” Frank doesnt break his cold stare. Keeping eye contact. Suddenly Tricanni feels a jolt of excruciating pain sent up his thigh and all over his leg. Frank has stuck his finger inside his bullet wound. “I think we need to try that again.” His voice gruff and dark. Like death itself if it could talk. Tricanni grits his teeth, holding back any screams as best as he can. Frank hooks his finger making Tricanni tear up and jolt around. “Where...is...Ma...Gnucci?” Tricanni breathes heavy but doesnt scream or give in. “I admire your pain tolerance. I wont take away your strength, ill give you that. But Tricanni either you give me an address or i plant a third one in your leg and play bowling. Now tell me....” he cocks his pistol and aims below the 2 bullet wounds. Suddenly, his home phone rings. Frank looks at Tricanni and stands. “No running off.” He walks over and picks up the phone as a woman speaks. Tricanni watches as Castle writes down on a napkin. He hangs up after a few minutes and washes his hands of blood. Tricanni pants as he speaks up “s-so what now?” Castle stops and looks down at Dominic “Now?” He raises his arm “(click) BAM!” Tricanni’s brains coat over the kitchen counter. “You give the devil my regards.”

As Castle walks back down into the convenience store the phone behind the counter rings. Frank ponders but then decides to answer. “Is this Tricanni’s?” Frank almost chuckles “It was...” he thinks to himself. “Yes” he answers. The man on the phone continues on. “Tell him ill be back by to pick up my package i ordered. Is tomorrow a good time?” Frank looks outside for any company. “Not a good idea. Tricanni’s is kind of going out of business after tonight and will be discontinuing any service to the public. Sorry for the inconvenience.” He hangs up and walks out into the New York streets back to his van. Checking the napkin he wrote on. “Rochester-3:00 p.m.-brick house few blocks from hospital. Tuesday.” He folds it up and starts the van. “Nothing like a little spring cleaning to make you feel like a new man.” He smirks to himself as he drives through the dark lonely streets.

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eveningsinlondontearsmeapart · 7 years

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Kidnapped

Type: One shot | Imagine about Justin Bieber Rated: Rated R Warning: This story is about being kidnapped and held against her will! Read at your own risk! *No abuse* Word Count: 2950 Enjoy!

I questioned everything about my life. I just wanted all the answers that I could find. I would spend hours in my family's attic looking through photos and all sorts of things. I didn't know exactly what I was looking for but I loved what I was finding. I found out my grandma was from Italy and my dad was from Spain. I know, crazy right, but somehow my family always just worked, with no questions asked. I would go through boxes and boxes of things and I just loved learning. I finally pulled myself away from the attic and made my way downstairs. I grabbed my laptop from my bag and sat down at the table. My mom soon came into the kitchen making herself a cup of tea.

“Want anything?” she questioned.

“Not really, but thank you” I responded.

“Find anything in those boxes?” she sat down next to me.

“Stuff about grandma and dad” I looked up at her.

“Your dad?” she looked at me sadly.

“Yeah dad” I sighed as I said his name.

“Your father was a great man, what those people did to him was horrible” she took a sip from her cup.

“I know” I clinched my fist just at the thought of it.

"There is nothing we can do about it, ” she rested her hand over my fist.

“I know” I sighed as I turned back my attention to my laptop.

“What are you working on?” She asked.

“Just stuff for school” I shut my laptop down as I wasn't inspired.

I slipped it into my bag as I got up from the table. I grabbed my coat, kissing my mom on the cheek before leaving the house. The wind had started to get chilly as the rain started to fall. Oh, hello fall where the wind will turn your soul back. I clinched my jacket closed to me as I walked to my car. I got into the car, putting the key in the ignition. I tried to turn it over so I could feel the warmth of my heart. The car wouldn't turn over, the battery was dead as I had left the lights on. I sat back in my seat, pulling my cell phone out of my pocket. Of course that was dead as well that was just my luck in this crazy world. I got out of my car making my way back to my mom's house. I knocked on the door, but there was no answer. I knew probably she was upstairs getting ready for bed. I finally made the decision to walk home, it was too far away from here. Once again, I clinched my jacket to my chest as I started to walk. The rain was coming down harder now with the wind whipping around me. I finally made it to my door stop even though I was like a frozen ice cube. I shuffled my hands in my purse. Grabbing my keys out of it and finally getting into my apartment. I dropped my purse off on the couch as I ran upstairs. I turned the shower on allowing the water to heat up. I took off my drenched clothes as I stood looking at myself in the mirror. I stepped into the shower allowing the hot water to run over my body. I was finally warming up as the weather started to turn cold. I quickly turned it off and grabbed a towel wrapping it around me. I walked into my room, turning the heater on as I picked out a tee shirt. I pulled it over my head, allowing it to fall around my body. I slipped on a pair of panties as well as a pair of sweat pants. I climbed into my bed, pulling the covers over me. I laid back against the pillows looking over my phone. My stomach started to growl, but I didn't really want to get out of bed. I finally pulled myself up off the bed, slipping my slippers on before heading downstairs. At least I could get my laptop out of my purse while I was down here. I grabbed my laptop, placing it on the table as I opened the refrigerator. I took out the stuff to make a sandwich. I leaned against the counter as I waited for the toaster to pop. I glanced at the window noticing someone was in my back yard. I didn't think much of it as the storm was still rolling in. My toast pop and I jumped as I heard it. I shook it off as I started to fix my sandwich, I heard someone trying to open my back door. I started to panic as I looked through the draws. I finally found a knife as the back door flew open, the man standing there soaking wet.

“GET OUT” I shouted as I held the knife.

"Now I can't do that, ” he said as he closed the door behind him.

“LEAVE!” I shouted out as my hand started to shake.

“You won't be using that” he started to walk towards me.

“Please stop” I could feel my heart start to race.

He grabbed my hand with the knife making it fall to the ground. I tried to push him away, but his strength was too much. He picked me up placing me over his shoulder as we went out the back door. The wind and rain was cold along my back as he stuffed me into the trunk of a car. I screamed as loud as I could, but at this point it was pointless. I kept kicking at the trunk as I started to calm down. I knew I needed to calm down for my survival, I tried to look around, but it was just too dark to see anything. I felt the car stop, but it was a while until they opened the trunk. I saw daylight and got out of the trunk running as fast as I could.

“STOP” someone said as they ran after me.

“LEAVE ME ALONE” I yelled back as I kept running.

He tried to grab me, but I tripped slamming into the ground. I could feel the skin rip on my knees as I laid on the ground. My arms were scraped up and the tears ran down my face. He picked me up carrying me back to the building. I kicked and screamed, but there was little faith in me. Another man grabbed my arms, tying them up as they bought me into the room. I had tears streaming down my face as I didn't understand what was going on. I was tied to the chair in a dark room, I could hear footsteps. I tried to get free, but there was no hope as the rope dug into my arms. My arms were burning as I felt the blood drip down my fingers. I stayed silent until they turned the light on that's when I started to scream for help. I wasn't sure where I was but I was hopeful that someone, anyone would come for me.

“Shh, ” he covered my mouth with his hand.

I bite his hand, making him pull back making sure I didn't break through the skin. He placed a scarf in my mouth so I wouldn't scream. He sat down next to me trying to keep me calm.

“Calm down, if you don't he will hurt you, ” he whispered.

“Shut her up!” the other guy came in slamming down a chair.

“She's calmed Alex, ” he said.

“Wow, smart move dumb ass” Alex said.

“What, ” he questioned.

“Giving her my name JUSTIN” he shouted as he started to get mad.

“Sorry” Justin said as he shy-Ed away.

“What do you want with me?” I questioned.

“Your dad was a very bad man and he paid for his actions and now you have to pay his debt off” Alex said.

“I have nothing to do with that!” my heart started to race as I wondered what they were going to do.

“Oh, but you do” Alex deemed.

They shut off the lights as they walked away from me. Once again, I tried to get my arms free but the pain had gotten to intense. I heard the door shut, but then I heard footsteps coming towards me. I closed my eyes as I didn't want to know what was going to happen to me. I felt someone untie me, but keeping his grip on my arm. Justin turned the lights on as he kept his grip on my arm. He saw that the robe had cut into my skin, he moved me over to the bed.

“Stay still, ” he said as he walked to the bathroom.

I was too afraid to move as I watched him walk back to me. He held my hand into his as he cleaned the cuts and then bandaging them. I looked up at him with bloodshot eyes as I haven't stopped crying since I've been here. He wiped the tears off my cheek as he ended up with my arms. He sat down on the floor in front of me, starting to clean up my knees.

“Why are you doing this?” I whispered.

“You don't need to get an infection” he said.

“I mean, why am I here?” I questioned.

“Your dad was a drug dealer, he still owes a lot of money” Justin said.

“Is he still alive?” I looked at him.

“Yes, but I'm sure he wishes he was dead, now since we have you I don't know what's going to happen” he brushed his thumb against my knee.

“am I going to die?” I asked.

“No, just do what he wishes ok? Ill try to keep you safe” he said.

“Are you here against your will?” I looked at him.

“I just owe a lot of money to the wrong person so yea” he nodded.

“JUSTIN!” Alex called out from somewhere in the building.

Justin pushed me against the bed, tying my hands to the bed. He quickly walked out turning off the lights as he did. I could hear them arguing in the background. I stopped trying to fight the rope because it wouldn't budge anyway. I started to come up with another plan. How to get out alive without anyone getting hurt, plus I needed to find my father. Maybe he was lying when he said that but what does he have to lose? I kept questioning everything that came into my head, before I knew it the door opened once again.

“Why is she on the bed?” Alex crossed his arms.

“she was bleeding” Justin nodded as he stood back from Alex.

“Don't be friends with her, let her bleed, let her cry in pain” Alex said as he moved closer to me.

“W-we don't need to hurt her” Justin swallowed hard.

“Do you need another ass whopping?” Alex asked.

Things in the room turned silent as Alex sat on the bed. I jumped as his hand touched my leg. I sat up still with my hands tied to the bed, trying my best to get away from him. Alex grabbed my foot pulling it down towards him, my arms rubbing against the rope. I screamed out in pain as the ropes started to cut my again.

“That's right scream” Alex said.

“Please just let me go” I begged for my life.

“Whats the fun of that” he grabbed my chin making me look at him.

“Please I wont tell anyone” I looked at him.

“its just fun keeping you here” he chuckled slightly.

“Please” my tears started to build in my eyes.

“Don't hurt her” Justin said.

“I wouldn't dare hurt a pretty thing like her” he cupped my cheek in his hand.

“Then why is she here?” Justin questioned.

“Stop with the questions” Alex clinched his jaw.

“Sorry” Justin looked down.

“What do you want?” I looked at Alex.

“You” he whispered.

“What you mean?” I looked away slightly.

“Be my girl, I just want to make my friends jealous” he turned my chin towards him.

“Ok” I took a deep breath in.

“Ill show you off and then you will be in here until I want to let you go” Alex said.

I nodded slowly as I looked at him. I could see Justin behind Alex, he had a black eye.

“What did you do?” I asked.

“What?” Alex asked as Justin shook his head no.

“Nothing, sorry” I said.

They both left the room again, but this time they kept the light on. I laid back in the bed trying to figure out what this Alex guy really want. I wasn't the only one that wanted to get out. I soon started to drift off as my eyes lids started to get heavy. The light didn't bother me very much as I was so tired and needed to rest. In the morning I awoke to a loud bang. I jumped up in the bed. I remembered that I was still tied down as the rope ripped my skin again. I screamed out in pain and that's when the door flew open. Justin walked in with breakfast and of course Alex was standing at the door. Justin put the tray down in front of me. He reached over untying my hands so I could eat. I finished my breakfast as they watched quietly.

“Can I get a cup of tea?” I asked.

“Sure babe, Justin do it” Alex said as he walked towards the bed.

“Thank you” I nodded slightly.

“You have a big day today” Alex brushed the hair out of my face.

“What you mean?” I questioned.

“You get to dress up and meet my friends” Alex smiled slightly.

“Ok” I agreed.

Alex soon left the room as Justin came back with the tea. He placed the cup in my hand as he sat on the bed. I took a few sips before noticing that there was something off with this drink. I stopped drinking it as I fought the effects of the drug. Justin and I started to talk, he was a very sweet boy. He was the only thing that was great about this situation, if there was any great things about it. Over the next few weeks I was basically a doll to make Alex's friends think he had a beautiful girlfriend. I was always tossed back into the room with the door locked, I wasn't always tied up. Justin would always come in after my date nights and just talk. I felt safe when Justin was around because I knew he wouldn't allow Alex to hurt me. I didn't even think Alex truly wanted to hurt me, I was just a prop in his game. Justin and I grew close to one another. I knew if I was going to get out alive I needed to figure out how to get Justin out too. I was getting ready for another date, this time it was to meet Alex's parents. I buttoned up the shirt trying to cover up the bruises from the ropes. Alex hated to answer questions about that so he always requested me to cover them up.

“Wow”Justin said as he walked into the room.

“What?” I looked at him through the mirror.

“Nothing, you're beautiful” he said.

“Thank you” I nodded slightly.

He moved so he was behind me. Taking something out of his pocket, it was a necklace. He laid it against my chest as he put it on me. He pushed my hair to the side as he leaned in closer. I could feel his breath against my neck as he looked at me through the mirror. He placed his lips against my neck very slightly, I pulled away. He gathered himself and moved away from me. I turned to face him as I moved closer to him, placing my hand against his arm. I leaned in to slightly kiss him softly, it was like we were away from this situation. I pulled back as I looked at him, our eyes meet as I could feel myself falling for him. Was I crazy to fall for the who helped kidnap me? I closed my eyes as I turned back to the mirror as I finished getting ready.

“I'm sorry” he whispered.

“Don't be sorry, there is something between us but Alex cant catch us” I swallowed hard at the though of that.

“I promise Ill get you out of here” he grabbed my hand.

“I trust you” I looked at him.

“Don't cry” he wiped the corner of my eye.

“I want you to be free too” I looked at him.

“Don't worry about me” he pulled me closer to him.

I jumped as I heard the door open, Alex had caught us. Justin pulled away from me and stood back wondering what Alex was going to do. We both saw that he was getting angry, I was scared for my life and Justin's.

“WHAT THE HELL”Alex shouted as he clinched his fist.

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