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Obey Me Brothers + "Big Bro" Kink [+18]

Happy Valentines! Or not anymore... Well, it's a romance month for me! I have honestly no ideas about any cute scenarios so... me being horny. As you do. This time with the full cast of brothers... Although Belphie kind of... Got special treatment from me... As he does. *cough*

Warnings: Implied incest, duh (but only as roleplay here), dubcon (especially on Asmo and Belphie) but everyone is super into it, verbal manipulation with Belphie + him saying one thing and doing another but also in roleplay. Use of "MC" and "Sib/Sibling".

Author loving Belphie too much aka excessive Belphie content.

Also, just so nobody wastes their time, check the tags for dom/sub dynamics. Satan and Beel aren't there because I feel they don't fall into any here lol.

Lucifer ❤️

You say it teasingly because he's totally in his own "taking care of the family" mode again, while he's trying to do his work, solve your life problems, and help you with homework, all at the same time.

And his reaction?

No.

Not again.

He just sends you a withering look, completely not taking it seriously

You hang out with his brothers, after all, you were probably just messing with him

Privately, it's a bit of a different story

Still doesn't take it seriously but will sigh lovingly instead, messing with your hair

"Yes yes, big brother is going to take care of this."

Cue you blushing like an idiot

Cue him going "💡"

Laughs softly at it. But I mean, honestly, you should have been just honest with your desires.

He's gonna make sure to fulfill them completely now, after all~

Gets "gentle dom" and "service dom" in big brother mode. Really likes to pat your head and give you forehead kisses. Being a big brother means taking care of someone to him after all.

"Oh, like that?"

"Does that feel good?"

"Don't move. You don't have to worry about anything… Your big brother is taking care of you…"

Mammon 💛

You just say it randomly, to tease him.

His reaction is a mix of embarrassment and a kind of strangely pleased reaction.

Because you're family. You said so! - is his first thought

But also embarrassing because gez, it's embarrassing okay!

You will have to lay it thick that it's a kink.

So you do - springing it on him during sex. A terrible idea, really. But you can turn it into a joke, he won't mind.

"W-What are you saying!" He stutters, he blushes, and huffs about it...

But his reaction... Is not bad. :>

He likes to be the "seduced" big bro. Really subby, "I can't give in to my desires!" type.

Naturally, it will make you bratty as hell, taking advantage.

Handcuffing him into the headboard with a giggle, climbing right into his lap, squirming your butt around, totally on purpose. With your shirt collar hanging open, and you will see his eyes flicker down, him blushing, trying to pretend like he didn't look at all.

"What's with ya, MC? Dumb prank, one Lucifer is enough, ya know? C'mon..."

But you will only grin, tilting your head teasingly.

"But don't you think I'm cute, big bro?"

He will only gulp in response.

Levi 🧡

He asked you to. It was a bad idea.

You were cosplaying a typical cutesy "little sibling", and you asked you to get in character... So you did... A little too well, shuffling your feet as if shy, looking at him with wide, innocent eyes and saying;

"Is this good, big bro?"

Oh no.

Hell no.

Levi snaps a quick photo and promptly runs the fuck away.

Because he popped the biggest boner in his life in promptly 0.3 seconds. Seriously, he almost got dizzy.

You get a "💡"

He's a damn filthy pervert so he likes all types of little sibling treatment from you - from a cold tsundere act, to a cute innocent cinnamon roll, to a teasing brat.

Which, naturally, produces a bit of different flavors from him.

He's probably the biggest, open perv with a tsundere-type lil sibling.

"Tch, stop drooling, it's disgusting." While you sit on his lap as you play video games, and can't stop sniffing your hair, and you can feel his erection pressing into your back, and he wasn't drooling but he sure as hell is now. Pressing himself closer, lifting you up a bit so e can thrust right against your ass, his body shivering.

The innocent act makes him feel like the biggest pervert though.

"Y-You shouldn't touch those places, big bro..." While he quite shamelessly gropes around your chest, his hands trailing through your stomach to massage the inside of your thighs, hips, fingers rubbing right against your front.

"D-Don't worry... I'm just measuring you... F-For cosplay, y-you know?" He says, flushed to high heavens, not even looking away from your body.

"Oh? Wanna see?~" You ask, grasping onto the hem of your maid dress that was certainly way too short, grinning at Levi, who spent the last fifteen minutes trying to not look at your legs, your revealed thighs... The absolute territory... And now this. "Then get on your knees, big bro~ And beg like a dog~!" You honestly expected more preamble but he looks at your face and just drops. It's a bit too heavy, and he's being a good boy so you decide not to tease him... Too much. Lifting up your maid skirt, high above your waistline, fully revealing your underwear, right in front of his face. "Fufu~~ Big bro is a dirty sibcon~~"

Asmo 🩷

He asked you to. It was a great idea.

Asmo really doesn't get to be the big bro a lot... Not in the official sense, his younger brothers rather mostly rather willing to swallow glass than be his cute little siblings.

So he gets an idea while painting your nails, gently blowing at the nail polish.

"Now you look like part of the family you know. So... How about you thank your new big brother for his hard work, okay hon?~"

He had his ideas before, little to no kinks he didn't want to try but...

When he feels lust waffling from you while you answer... Oooh, this was good.

He brings it up all the time, wanting to be called big brother, or even big sister, as long as it makes you squirm and flush and makes you so so adorable, he could eat you up!

Then one day, he catches you masturbating... And decides to be the right bastard about it. Because you didn't need to, or didn't tell him, so he has a right to tease you a bit!

He gently catches your hands while you stutter, heart beating like crazy with embarrassment, or because he startled you or because you were still so so turned on.

And you don't know what you expected... But he leans into your space, slides his own hand into your underwear, and... Oh.

"Big brother is going to teach you how to do it properly, okay?" He says, expertly playing with you with his delicate dexterous fingers. "Pay attention, silly... Or do you need him to make you feel good, hm? Because it doesn't feel that good when you do it alone?" He giggles. "Big bro is going to make you cum of his fingers everytime, if you only ask... Unless you need more?~"

Satan 💚

He does not hear that a lot... It's kind of amusing.

You say that while you two play with the cats. Because you notice how gentle and protective he is of them. And it just reminds you... So you put on a pair of cat ears, and decide to goof around a bit.

"Such a purrfect cat big brother, Satan. Pet me too, big bro~!"

He has to cover his face not to laugh, and he sighs but does reach out and runs his fingers through your hair, petting along your neck like you were truly a cute little kitty cat.

He doesn't really expect it but from that day on, he kind of enjoys having a needy cat "little sibling". Makes him more affectionate towards you, and if you had problems asking for affection before, well, this role strangely boosts your bravery.

The turn towards sexual happens accidentally, actually... He just starts cuddling up to you, touches turning more intimate when he notices... You wearing the "cat sibling" headband... He freezes for a moment, his face turning red... And makes a gamble.

"... Do you need big brother's affection here too?" He asks quietly, gently petting lower...

Beel 💙

It starts because talking with him and Belphie, observing their interaction, you decide - he's way more of a proper big brother, than most of his brothers are.

So before asking him for any little favor, you add on a little "big bro", to reference that conversation, turn the phase into your secret praise of his character.

He's... Honestly a bit confused but since he also knows the context, well, he can't say he dislikes it.

It becomes such a natural part of your relationship, it's honestly only a matter of time before it slips out in bed...

And it does.

He's giving you head, and fuck, it's Beel quality head, meaning - he has been sloppily, hungrily sucking and licking you for at least an hour now, with no signs of stopping. You don't know how many times you came already, but somehow you don't even feel too overstimulated yet. Just hot, panting, feeling almost like you were floating, completely lost in his warm, wet, mouth.

"Ah... Feels good, big bro..." You mutter, not even aware of what you're saying... And his gaze snaps to your face, half-lidded eyes, look intense...

And he shudders. Grabs onto your thighs to bring you even closer, make you cum even more-

You're almost completely out of it before he's done... But you make sure to whisper and moan your private little praise for him all through.

Belphie 💜

You kind of call him this one out of the blue. Just realizing that he's the youngest one, that it's probably a foreign concept to him... So you say, half to yourself, half to him, not even respect him to react;

"Big bro Belphie."

And he just stops. And looks.

He did not hear that one for a long time

It takes him completely off guard, but it's not entirely, not really negative... Lilith didn't call him "big bro" a lot but still...

He laughs it off, and proceeds to turn goblin mode to tease you about it.

"Big bro Belphie... Is that what you want to call me now, MC?"

Cue your embarrassed "No!"

He laughs... And proceeds to remember it forever, using it against you when you two are alone.

Seriously, you can be studying in the public library, in a group with Satan and Mammon, and the moment they start doing a ruckus, Belpie will lean in close, just to whisper in your ear;

"Need your big bro to help you with that?~"

And just smirk smugly, like a cat that got its cream, when they turn around to find you red in the face and speechless.

He really likes you embarrassed like that.

And you just gave him new material.

Really, that was the fuel but you light the match - because he gets whiny, and complains in the mornings so you just say:

"If you want to be a big brother so much, then start acting like it." Grumpily.

Ah, so that's how you two were going to play?

"Well, big brother missed you in his dreams, so how about you give him a little initiative to get up?"

Aaaand you blush. But do give him a kiss. And then another and another when he asks.

Hm... Interesting.

He starts really liking it when you call him that. He's not sure why but it makes him feel all... Fluffy. And protective.

Then one day you wake up to the feel of his hands creeping up under your shirt slowly, massaging your nipples with a gentle caress before drifting down, along your hips, the elastic of your pajama pants, and...

"Belphie..." You whisper, and he lets out a small noise, pressing himself flush to your body, not letting you turn around, hot breath against the nape of your neck.

"... Big bro was having really dirty dreams about you, MC." He says, his voice slightly shaky, and he expects you to get annoyed to tell him to stop... But you don't. You freeze, and get red in the face, and he can feel your legs squeezing together. It makes him huff a quiet laugh in response. "So just let him touch you a bit, okay? Not gonna do more, promise..."

He will mutter and fuck, the hotness down in your belly is so intense you already feel like panting.

So you... You play along. With high, whining voice, both embarrassed and strangely... Tiltilated.

"Y-You can't touch me like this, it's not right..."

You can feel him shiver in response, his hips sifting almost against his will, pressing his erection into your thighs...

"Shh, it's okay... Big bro is just making himself feel good. You feel good too, right? Then rhere's nothing wrong about this..."

You put on the whining protests all the way through, despite your hips eagerly pressing back into him, body arching into his touch.

And he keeps with his reassurances, promising he won't do more, just let him touch you a bit... Just give him a kiss, and he will be satisfied. No, a proper one, be a good little sibling, and open your mouth...

He will just take off your pants okay? Just the pants? So you two can touch more, it's more comfortable anyway...

All the way until he's sliding into you, and your eyes roll back, and you swear you almost cum on the spot, body shaking, and reaching back to grasp onto his body, to pull him closer, unable to say anything, letting out quiet panting sobs of pleasure.

"It's gonna be our little secret, okay sib? It's okay, it's okay, we're just feeling good together... I'm gonna pull out, there's nothing to worry about..."

He doesn't, making sure to press himself all the way inside as he fills you up, warmth spreading inside, making you tremble...

You kind of... Fully come around after that.

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therealityhelix · 8 months

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Shards of the Nexus: Regression Engine

There's a reason he wanted to be somebody else.

Takes place before Seeker and Seer.

Warning! Bit of nasty language. Also, this is a long one.

@cardwrecks @captainbaddecisions

Song: Don't Let Me Get Me-P!ink

The alcohol both numbed and lifted him, blending with the thrumming music to create a fizzy, dizzying sensation in his head. The dance floor spun along with him, the lights a spangling rainbow in the dark. A writhing human ocean of bodies and hands pressing against him, a hundred clashing perfumes and colognes rising to the ceiling, buoyed on a cloud of sweat.

Swag loved this feeling.

Usually.

Tonight, the dizziness wasn't a release, it was just disorientation, and he wobbled across the dance floor, to wind his way upstairs. On his way there, he somehow latched arms with a few people, who ended up in his room with him, but he didn't have any complaints. And he made sure they didn't either.

When he dragged himself out of bed in the morning-well, midmorning-well, noon actually-only two of them were still there. He hoped the others hadn't fucked with any of his stuff on their way out, but his reputation still held on enough that most people didn't.

He was well aware that a lot of the people who found their way into his bed were in it for the thrill of who he'd used to be. The challenge, the bragging rights, the curiosity. Whatever. He didn't mind; he got to have a good time too, after all. Most of them didn't stick around for long afterward though.

These two, however, seemed to at least want breakfast.

“So big boy, you as good in the kitchen as you are in the sheets?” one asked.

His laugh was rough with sleep and residual alcohol.

“Unfortunately, no. I put all my extra points into my hips, if you know what I mean.”

“Oh, I do. That's okay, I can throw us something together. How d'you like your eggs?”

“Scramb-” he began, cutting off as he noticed her face fade from flirty, to frightened.

“What the fuck is that?” she whispered, pointing to one corner of his bedroom.

An anomalous form hunched there, pale gray and shifting, just barely humanoid. One of those damn wizard aliens! He didn't have much patience for these things.

“i'm curious about you”

Its voice slithered into his mind, nothing more than a whispered breath, as lacking in detail as its blank face.

“The feeling ain't mutual. Now scram!”

“Is it talking to you?” the other one asked, both partners taking shelter behind him. He glanced back.

“Hey, don't worry, okay? It's weird, but it'll be all right. Hey, you're freaking out my guests! Beat it!”

“i'm curious about how you were once one way but are now another way

how is that

humans can't really change so how are you doing it”

“Man, it's a long story, and I don't really feel like telling you. I just decided to, okay?”

“just decided to act differently and dress differently and be different

what part of it allows you to be different”

“The indomitable human spirit and my slammin' fashion sense. Go away.”

“ah your 'swag' as you humans put it

what a quaint concept

all that garish color and pointless detail

what if you didn't have that”

“Then I'd be naked.” Swag sneered. “Well...more naked.”

“then I expunge your 'swag' and all it entails

i want to see what will happen”

“Bro, that is so fuckin' stu-”

Magic flipped him inside out like a photo negative, a spool winding backwards. A spurt of malevolence splashed though his veins, making his fluffy bathrobe uncomfortably hot. He tore it from his thin form, and dropped it on the ground. Everything in the room felt wrong. Stifling. Everything was so...so fuzzy and soft, so clogged with dust, the perfect home for mites and allergens, and who knew what other kinds of potential pests and infestations?

It wasn't just the clothes. It wasn't just the clothes that made him who he was, it was the attitude, the demeanor, the coping mechanism he used to direct his mind away from its old paths. The Gray had lumped everything under the umbrella term of 'swag' and snatched it all away.

And who was he without that?

He knew. Unfortunately, he knew.

His sideburns itched, unnecessary, extraneous growths that served no purpose but to gather dirt. Everything was dirty; when was the last time anything in here had been cleaned?

“Eddie? Baby, are you okay?” One of the strangers placed their hand on his arm. He shoved them away immediately.

“Don't touch me!” he shouted, eyes wild. “You're filthy! All of you are covered in disease! Don't-”

They recoiled in fear.

“Fuck. Sorry. S-sorry, I didn't mean that.” he stammered, battling back a flood of anger and disgust. “Sorry, just...just don't touch me. You should...you should probably leave.”

“What happened?” the other asked, reaching out. “Do you need help?”

“Get out!”

He shoved them again, and this time, he didn't feel nearly as sorry.

They ran from him, but it didn't matter.

He needed to go check his cameras.

?~?~?~?~?

Something was wrong. Something was wrong.

It scuttled up the back of Detective's scalp, ruffling hairs along the way.

Something was wrong.

They hurried into their study, snatching up a small velvet bag along the way. Seating themselves at their antique leathertop desk, they lit a candle. They stared into the little flame, breathing deeply to push back against rising panic.

Once they had regained control, they opened the velvet bag, removing an ornate tarot deck.

What was the universe trying to tell them? They asked the cards while shuffling, slipping out three, and spreading them out on the desk.

The Five of Cups. The Tower. And off to the side, Temperance, reversed.

Regret. Failure. Terrible upheaval. And...

Swag.

They had to go find Swag. Something was wrong.

The world of the Question Mark shimmered at the edge of their vision. Swag. And danger. A faraway figure out on the horizon.

By the time they realized they were walking, their feet had already taken them to his doorstep.

Inside, everything was quiet and still. Detective heard muffled voices, and followed them to their source.

Swag perched on a chair in the kitchen, sketching on a roll a paper spread over the table.

“Crushing is always such a fun possibility.” Arkham's voice floated, tinny and harsh, from Swag's phone. “The walls closing in, just slowly enough that the victim can see what is going to happen, and panic at their own helplessness. The desperation. The inevitable ending. Such a good time. Well, when you're on the outside anyway. I have some of the parts you might need, if you feel like swinging by.”

“Hm. Not a bad suggestion.” Swag said. “But you'll forgive me if I don't jump at the opportunity to make myself vulnerable in somebody else's lair.”

“Will I?” Arkham said. “I suppose I will. Just this once.”

“Poisoning, perhaps.” Swag mused. “Something slow-acting. Pose the riddle and watch their terror grow as they begin to drop on the dance floor. If someone solves it, they get the antidote, but only the one who answered. Make it competitive.”

“Desperation and selfishness. A delight. But I thought you wanted blood?”

“Perhaps more metaphorically than literally, but I certainly wouldn't mind. Actually, there's enough space in here that I could put together a whole gauntlet without much trouble. I think I'll do that.”

“Swag?” Detective asked, worried. This kind of talk was...uncomfortable.

Swag held his hand up in a silencing gesture.

“How do you keep an idiot waiting?” he mumbled.

“What was that?” Arkham asked.

“Nothing to worry about. An interruption has arrived. I'll see to it.”

“Shall I call back?” Arkham offered.

“I think not. It's not that your company is unpleasant or anything, it's just that I know you're trying to distract me, and I'm not inclined to let you continue. Clever attempt though. I'm sure we'll cross paths later.”

Better hope not.” Arkham said, and they both laughed. Swag hung up the phone.

“I'll tell you later.” he finished the riddle, a drawl of challenge in his rolling tone. “So. You.”

“I can't help but feel as though you are on the edge of doing something you might later regret.”

“Something you might regret perhaps, but I'm feeling better than ever.” Swag asserted, holding his arms out wide. His eyes held no happiness that they could detect, just a manic sort of fervor. “I'm leaving behind all of my guilt and anxiety, ditching the false face. I'm letting that moron die and rising back up from the ashes. Call it an act of self care.”

“I shan't.” Detective said. “The Swag I know-”

Swag slammed his fist down on the table. Detective flinched.

“You never knew me.” he growled. “All you knew was a mask. A fucking jester. A coping mechanism that rose as a defense to too much thinking. He was, by nature and by design, my lesser.”

“He is loved.” Detective insisted. “What has brought this on? If you were truly so dissatisfied with things, why not speak with us about it? It's terrible to see you like this.”

“You will learn to like it!” Swag snapped. “Just like everyone else. Honestly, you act like I've killed somebody's best friend...which I have. Just not today. Not yet.”

“I will not allow-”

“It isn't your choice.” Swag cut them off. “Really, this infatuation of yours is pointless. Don't mourn that disgrace, Detective, welcome his restored superior! And also, leave. I have work to do.”

“Swag-” Detective stepped forward, stopping abruptly as the tip of Swags pen came up beneath their chin.

“Think you can take me?” Swag asked. “You aren't armed, are you? You don't bring weapons here. Swag's not dangerous, after all.”

Detective backed away.

“I shall take my leave.” they said.

?~?~?~?~?

No answer.

“Maybe he didn't hear?” Narci suggested.

“He'd better not be 'occupied'.” Puzzles grumbled, typing into his phone. “He knows we were coming, and I am not playing second fiddle to some floozie.”

He rang the doorbell several more times.

“Come on you strutting voluptuary, don't you dare leave us waiting.”

The door slammed open. Narci jumped. A stranger shoved his head out.

“What do you fucks want?” He snapped.

It was Swag, Puzzles realized with a shock. Clean-shaven and divested of his jewelry, hair slicked back under an olive green bowler. He glared coldly at them, and Narci shifted uncomfortably.

“You, uh, you were going to show me how to rewire an intercom system?” Narci said quietly, staring.

Swag sneered.

“Too stupid to figure it out on your own?”

“No!” Narci protested. “Of course not! You just said you were going to show us some tricks.”

Swag scoffed. He was actually in a suit for once, and...carrying a cane?

Something felt wrong here. Swag wasn't just in a bad mood. He felt different somehow.

“All right, spill it. Something's wrong with you.”

“How about you go fuck yourself.” Swag growled.

“How about I don't, and you tell me what's going on?” Puzzles shot back. “What's happened to you?”

“Nothing that needs to concern you. I had a change of heart, nothing more. I'm just trying to get something done, and I am out of patience with these interruptions.”

“What are you trying to do?” Narci asked.

“None of your business. Let's just say that Gotham needs a reminder. They've grown too complacent in my absence. I've been far too frivolous. Well, I mean to remedy that mistake.”

“Wait!” Narci cut in. “I could help you! If you could use another great mind, another pair of hands. We could punish this city together!”

Puzzles glanced aside. Narci had that weird look in his eyes again. The kid just got like that sometimes, like a curious dog, he just wanted to be involved in everything. Puzzles was vaguely aware of his isolated childhood, but there was a time and a place, and this definitely wasn't it.

But Swag-well, not Swag exactly right now, more like Less Swag, Opposite Swag, UnSwag-laughed mockingly.

“You? The constant failure? You're worthless. You don't have the respect of a single member of this wankfest of a Family, and you're going to help me? More like you need me to help you look better. Get lost you over-inflated fuck suit. You too, Autism Speaks, shove off before I bury you both.”

Puzzle's lip curled as Narci drew back, obviously hurt.

“No wonder you wanted to be anything other than this. You're insufferable.”

“Oh no, the twerp doesn't like me, how will I go on with my life? Go cry to mama, and get out of my parking lot.”

The UnSwag waved his cane threateningly at them. Puzzles eyed it cautiously. A Riddler's cane could be a dangerous thing; Puzzles own had a battery powered taser just under the question mark curl, a fear toxin dart in the bottom, and a short blade that could flick out of the side. Swag's preferred arsenal while he was a Riddler was a mystery to the Family.

“Perhaps a calculated retreat is in order.” Puzzles said quietly.

“He didn't have to say it like that.” Narci muttered, but he followed Puzzles away without arguing. “That's not...That's not actually true. I don't always fail. I'm not worthless. That's not true.”

“I'm sure you'll become capable eventually if you just keep at it.” Puzzles said, ignoring the betrayed glance the boy shot him. It was true. For the most part. Not many among them genuinely liked Narci, mostly just tolerating his antics for Nash's sake. Narci did have a lot left to prove, and whining about it wouldn't fix the problem. “More importantly; what's gotten into him? He has never acted that way since I've known him. We've argued before, and I know he is capable of being unreasonable, but I've never felt actually threatened before.” Puzzles mused, Narci sulking alongside him.

“Maybe he's just had enough.” Narci grumbled. “It could happen to anyone. Even m-even him.”

“Enough of what? The man is a bottomless pit of hedonistic debauchery.”

“But he wasn't always like that, was he? He was somehow else before...before all this. Maybe he got tired of people only thinking of him in one way. Maybe he needs to remind people what he's capable of.”

“Doesn't sound right.” Puzzles said dismissively. “But strange things do happen. We should probably let him be until this passes. Come on, we still need to talk about that sapphire heist.”

“I said I was sorry!” Narci groaned. “I just misunder...I just...”

“You were just wrong, and it cost us! Now come on!”

?~?~?~?~?

Nash spotted him near a wall panel tugging at a mess of wiring. This place was probably an electrical labyrinth, though maybe not quite as bad as the small lairs and foxholes Nash typically hid out in. Nash knew the Question Mark had once been an old warehouse; refurbishing those into hotspots for the night life was pretty common in Gotham, but Swag had really gone all out. On the inside, at least, it was impossible to tell what the building had once been.

Swag turned to look at him. Was he wearing a hat? That was odd.

Overlying his mind and perceptions, Lust hissed.

Nash stepped back, wary.

Swag smiled lightly, eyes sly.

“Good instincts.” he said. “But it took you just a little too long anyway.”

“Is...is something wrong?” Nash asked. Swag shrugged.

“Not from my perspective. Did we have plans? It doesn't matter, they'll have to be canceled, just like the rest. I find myself unexpectedly busy.”

This...this was wrong. Nash could still feel Lust bristling, able to sense things Nash couldn't, but he didn't need that to know something was terribly off here. Swags clothes...well they were always bright, eye-catching, stylish in a way that was either on the edge of going out of style, or just about to come back into style. Swag lived on the edges, shaped them and was shaped by them, but this green suit, that bowler hat, it was somehow lacking in the vibrancy Swag was known for.

And had he shaved???

Was this the same Swag, or yet another Riddler from another world? Nash knew Swag had been a Riddler, but not during the time Nash had known him. Not during the time any of them had known him.

“What happened?” he asked.

“Some kind of vague being came by and we had a talk. I came to the understanding that things were simply not working out the way I'd hoped. Oh well. I gave it a try, but I couldn't deny my destiny forever.”

“A vague... a Gray? Did a Gray do this to you?”

“A Gray? Can't I make my own mind up? Oh never mind, it doesn't matter. I have things to do.”

He didn't even sound like Swag. The easy-going affectation dropped entirely in favor of a mocking, almost angry tone.

“What are you planning?” Nash asked. He eyed the wires worming out of the panel.

“Grand re-opening tonight.” Not-Swag said. “This place will be filled with the most vapid, frivolous socialites middle class Gotham has to offer. How many of them do you think will make it out?”

A deathtrap. Swag was building a deathtrap. It was wrong. That wasn't what Swag did!

“Will Swag ever come back?”

Not-Swag rolled his eyes.

“He never left. I'm Swag. He's me! Ugh, why did I ever allow anyone to call me that? Fucking ridiculous. The disrespect I allowed...well that's over now. I'm him, he's me, we're the same person. I was always here, I was just wearing a different mask. Trying a different mode of being, but it didn't work. Too fragile a concept to build a life off of. Anxiety, pointless hedonism. No direction. No, I had already found what I was meant to be, no use in denying it any longer. It's time for a comeback. Now, why don't you come over here?”

Nash could feel Lust's denial, and he didn't feel very safe either. He backed up even farther.

“I think I'm gonna go...”

“Get over here, Nash. You won't have to do much. Just be tied to a chair so the others don't keep bothering me.”

“~The doorway over there~” Lust whispered in his mind. “~The worlds are thin there. I can get us through~”

“Come here, you fucking brat!” Not-Swag lunged for him.

“~Run for it!~” Lust screeched.

Nash threw himself blindly through the doorway-

-and stumbled into an entirely different building to sprawl, disoriented, on someones kitchen floor. He heard the patter of footsteps approaching and tried to climb to his feet. They were upon him before he knew it.

“Nash? When did you get here?”

“Oh, Nash! Are you all right?”

They helped him up, arms around his thin shoulders to stabilize him. Puzzles and Narci, their concerned faces hovering close to his. He was safe.

“Swag!” he gasped. “Something's wrong with him!”

Puzzles frowned, Narci's pale eyes slid away from Nash's face.

“We know.” Puzzles said. “We had an unfortunate encounter with him earlier. He was incredibly unpleasant.”

“Don't like seeing him this way.” Narci muttered. “Feels wrong.”

The three of them lapsed into an uncomfortably contemplative silence. They were the youngest of their group, just starting out on a journey that Swag had already ended. Narci and Nash were still figuring what the persona of the Riddler meant for them, and Puzzles only had a few years of experience under his belt. Swag was an odd outlier, but he was still a respected elder by now, at least in their youthful perspective.

And yet this thing that they all wanted so desperately to grow into, felt so wrong on Swag, who actually had once been that thing.

“It was a Gray.” Nash said. “He described it to me. He thinks he's made this decision himself, but it was one of those awful things.”

Puzzles sighed in irritation. “I suspected it might be something along those lines.”

“What's a Gray?” Narci asked.

“You haven't seen them?” Nash was surprised. He thought everyone had to deal with the mischievous creatures. Narci shook his head.

“Count yourself lucky.” Puzzles said. “They're some kind of magical being-yes, I know, but they are.” he insisted at Narci's disbelieving expression.

“They don't have any faces.” Nash explained. “They're all gray all over, and they kinda look like they're made out of slime or fog. They only barely look human. They talk inside your head. They're really creepy. They cast magic on you, like curses. They can make you do stupid things, or change your shape, or...practically anything! It's like they're playing pranks.”

“But they have been known to go too far.” Puzzles said bitterly. “Cause major problems for their own entertainment. Mostly they're just annoying, but they can be downright dangerous at times. The one saving grace is that their magic is nearly always temporary. This UnSwag has an expiration date. He'll go back to normal in a day or two. We'll just avoid him until then.”

“What about his customers?” Nash asked.

“What about them?” Puzzles said. “They can go a few nights without practicing their debauchery, I'm sure.”

“But he didn't close the club!” Nash exclaimed. “He's turning it into a deathtrap!”

Narci gasped. Puzzles stared at the ceiling with an irritated groan.

“Of course he is. This couldn't be easy, oh no, no, no. Instead, he has to go and do something that will get him tossed back in Arkham after the Gray magic wears off. This is why these creatures are so insidious, Narci. Their magic is temporary, but it can have long lasting consequences.”

“What do we do?” Narci asked. His feather light voice was laced with a fear Nash had never heard him express. He understood though. They could lose one of their number over this. One of their special Family. He and Narci didn't really have many people to turn to, and Narci had only recently been getting closer to the older members of the group. A few bad run-ins with Arkham had left him shy and demoralized.

But Swag had always been friendly. Always ready with another chance, even when Narci had been rude, or awkward, or-worst of all-wrong about something. He'd shown the same welcoming face to Puzzles and Nash too, even though Nash was technically too young to be allowed into the club during business hours, and Puzzles...well in the interest of being honest, Puzzles could get pretty rude about things too sometimes. Nash thought it must be a way of protecting himself. Even so, Swag still let him in.

“Well...We're Riddlers, aren't we?” Puzzles mused. “So, we stop him. Before he can kill anybody, and before any vigilantes show up. This is our business. We'll take care of it.”

Both boys nodded, dead serious.

“Okay. Narci, you go try to find YJ. I'll talk to Arkham. Nash, I want you to get Detec-”

“No need.” Detective's voice floated up from Puzzles left arm. “I'm already here~”

Puzzles shoved up his sleeve, revealing the tiny computer strapped there.

“Did you hack my Wrist Buddy?” he exclaimed, irritated and impressed.

“Never mind that. Do let me in. We have something to discuss.”

Grumbling, Puzzles typed a code into the tiny keyboard, and the front door unlocked. Detective entered without further preamble.

They were dressed for business, in a sleek green blazer over gray shirt and slacks, a green derby hiding their vermilion hair. They were even wearing their mask! Nash had never seen that before. They looked...dangerous. Not like the mothering figure Nash had grown to know, but like the debonair villain they had once been.

Narci stared with unabashed awe. Puzzles, on the other hand, crossed his arms and leaned against the counter.

“One would almost think you knew something in advance.” he said impudently.

“I did foresee something happening.” Detective replied.

“Oh, you foresaw it? How inconvenient that you didn't see fit to clue anybody else in!”

Nash squirmed. The Detective had visions. Claimed to have visions, anyway. And while Puzzles acknowledged the otherworldly beings that Nash was friends with, and the Grays with their magic, he did not entirely accept the Detectives oracular assertions.

“I didn't see exactly what it was. You know it doesn't work that way.”

“What a helpful ability.”

“Puzzles, we don't have time for this. Let's argue about it over tea some other time.”

“Yeah.” Narci said disapprovingly. “We have to help Swag. I'll go get YJ.”

“No, dears. I saw this too. YJ is too far away, and Arkham is too curious about the outcome to involve himself. He merely wishes to observe.”

“We'll see about that.” Puzzles typed speedily on his tiny wrist keyboard. “I'll contact him myself...Oh.”

The answer he got pulled his mouth into a frown. Detective cleared their throat.

“As I was saying, I saw something important pertaining to Swag. And then I spoke to him.”

“Odious, isn't he?” Puzzles said at Detective's disgruntled expression.

“Swag made an important decision about where to go with his life, and while it may be different that what you three would do, it was his choice. That has been taken from him, by force of magic, and that cannot be allowed. We make our own fates, and we must support each other in our decisions. We will not allow him to fall. So, suit up dear children. We're staging a coup~”

“How many times do I have to tell you I am not a child?” Puzzles complained, but Nash and Narci were already dashing back to their respective universes, to gear up.

Nash didn't have much; a mismatched thrift store Sunday suit, made for someone much younger than him. A shoplifted self defense keychain he could stab with. A miniature canister of pepper spray. He also had a lockpick that he hid in his department store trilby, and a very sharp hat pin, as well as a pocket knife, a portable usb drive with a deadly computer virus, a set of jewelers tools that he used on wiring, and one of YJ's smoke bombs. Nash tied his mask-just a strip of black cloth with holes cut out-around his head, and returned through the worlds, to Puzzles apartment.

Puzzles had taken the time to gear up as well, in his coveted kelly green suit and brilliant purple gloves. The colors smashed against each other, practically glowing at the edges. The classic bowler perched on his head and sleek mask always made him look older, and Nash knew he had some wicked weaponry hidden away.

Narci didn't have many places to hide things in his form-fitting, hand painted unitard and gymnasts shoes, but Narci carried few weapons or tools. He didn't need them; Narci was actually very strong, and could hold his own well in a fight, all of which was clear by merely a look at him in this getup. Any items he needed, he kept in a slender harness that girded his waist and thighs. He said it was to keep his freedom of movement, and Nash knew he'd been training as a gymnast ever since he could walk, but Nash couldn't help but bashfully notice how the harness accentuated certain of Narci's assets. In fact, the outfit put everything on display, and with his tight black curls, and slim, diamond shaped mask that hid very little of his face, it seemed like Narci wanted to be seen.

He practically posed; shoulders back and chest out, nose proudly in the air. He was only an inch taller than Nash, but seemed much bigger next to Nash's shrinking slouch.

“Have we got everything we need?” Detective asked. All three young men nodded. “All right. You have all been to the Question Mark before. Do you know the internal layout?”

“I've been inside.” Puzzles said. “I know how both floors are laid out.”

“Me too.” Nash added.

“I've only seen the first floor.” Narci admitted.

“All right. So here's what we'll do.”

?~?~?~?~?

The crowd outside the Question Mark was thick with people and irony; scattered among clubbers finery were people sporting Riddler costumes-the gallows humor of Gotham. Everyone knew who owned this nightclub, as Swag had not just not hidden the fact, but had actively banked on it.

Puzzles slipped unnoticed into the crowd, making his way up to the front where he immediately picked a fight with the bouncer. The others used the distraction to find a way into one of the areas few surveillance blind spots.

“Do you think you can do it?” Detective asked quietly. Narci scanned the wall carefully, taking in the texture of the bricks, the decorative façade, the bars on the windows, the height of the roof.

“Yes.” he said confidently, and began to climb. Nash watched him scramble up the building, taking out security cameras and motion sensors along the way. His job was to destroy as much of the security system as possible; especially the flood lights on the roof. They didn't move again until Narci had disappeared over the top, then they sneaked along, hugging the wall, until reaching nearly the back of the building.

This area was employees only, and fenced in with tall chain link. Nash was a Gotham youth, and scaled it easily, pausing at the barbed wire coiled at the top. His jeweler's tools included a wire cutter, and after a few tries, he was able to remove a length of the barbed wire wide enough for him to pass through. Back on the asphalt, he began working on the lock. It was good quality, but nothing Nash couldn't pick. Swag was protecting against the basic Gotham punks, after all, not other Riddlers.

In the meantime, Detective had set down their briefcase and opened it, lifting out a honed woodcutter's ax, with a handle wrapped in blue leather.

“It's one of Jervis's.” They said at Nash's stare. “He insisted I bring it with me. It may prove useful after all.”

The lock clicked in Nash's hand, and he tossed it over his shoulder, letting the Detective breeze through the gate. It sucked they had to cause all this damage, but it was better than letting Swag get dragged off to jail just because some Gray thought it'd be funny.

Detective began examining the power meter, but Nash noticed movement and pulled them back around the corner. The two peeked around to see a pair of very tough looking women approach the employees entrance.

“Oh dear.” Detective whispered. “This could be bad. I've seen those two before; they're this worlds Query and Echo. Rotten luck that they'd be here tonight.”

“I'll distract them.” Nash volunteered. Detective grabbed his arm.

“You mustn't try to fight them.” they insisted. “They are very dangerous!”

“I won't.” Nash said. “Just trust me, okay?”

Detectives lips thinned out, but they let go.

Nash stuck his hands in his pockets, let his head droop and walked into the employee parking lot, kicking at a rock.

The women paused. He let just a little bit of his secret power seep out, a supernatural drug that mentally disarmed anyone who looked at him. These two would see whatever it was that would make them most sympathetic towards him.

“Hey, either of you two got two dollars I can borrow?”

“What's the matter kid?” one asked. “Fake ID didn't work out?”

“Yeah.” Nash said sullenly, petulance seeping out of his demeanor. “And my ride says she's gonna stay anyway, and I don't have any bus fare. Can't call my mom to come pick me up; I'd be grounded for a month.”

He'd slowly made his way over to them, acting exactly like a defeated teenager, and both women smiled condescendingly.

“Ha. It was a nice try kid. Here, take this and come back in a few years.”

Nash was just reaching out to take the money, mind whirring on how to continue the distraction, when the floodlights went out.

“What the fu-”

Nash whipped his hand out of his pocket and threw YJ's smoke bomb to the ground. It exploded into a miasma of choking green. Behind him, the sound of metal striking brick as Detective took the chance to shear the meter clean off the wall. The rest of the external lights went dark.

Beside him, something dropped into the cloud of smoke, landing on one of the searching women with a heavy thud. Nash flinched and threw himself through the employee entrance, hoping Narci hadn't killed her with the impact.

He skidded down the hall, hugging the walls, as the sounds of fighting faded behind him. The area was bathed in eerie green, the emergency lighting casting deep shadows.

“Lust, help me hide.” Nash whispered.

“~Of course. Relax yourself and let me embrace you~”

Nash concentrated on relaxing his body through the tickling sensation of Lusts hundreds of amorphous tendrils breaching his skin. They wrapped tightly around every inch of his body, covering him in a smoky bodysuit of shifting shadows.

Now camouflaged, he slinked down the hall and up the stairs, not entering the dance floor. He was sure it was trapped, waiting for hapless revelers to meet their makers. Maybe they deserved it, maybe they didn't; Nash didn't care about that very much, but he knew that Swag would.

He crept along the second story, the darkness itself seeming to muffle his steps. A door banged open, and Nash threw himself into the bedroom doorway, heart in his throat. UnSwag stalked by and down the stairs, grumbling angrily about the power.

Nash skittered into the newly vacated room before the door shut. It was full of darkened screens and neatly lined computer towers, their whirring hum silenced.

Swag had backup generators. Of course he would. He must have. And that's where UnSwag had to be heading. Nash readied his usb drive. The screens flickered back to life, and Nash jammed the usb in. He might only have a few moments.

Fingers flying he unleashed the malevolent little worm of code, then slipped back out into the now worryingly lit hallway. Down the stairs, towards the exit-

Snatched off his feet, and slammed headfirst into the wall. Lust took the edge off the blow, but it still rattled Nash's brain. UnSwag twisted his arm behind him, held him by his hair, and dragged him out onto the dance floor.

“Hey guys! You looking for this? You fucking looking for this?” He shook Nash hard, who squealed under the pressure on his arm. Narci, Puzzles, and the Detective all turned from their positions creeping along the walls in search of traps.

“Lust!” he hissed through gritted teeth.

“~If I do it, he will be harmed! Perhaps permanently~” the demon whispered from within him. “~I can get you free, but he might not recover~”

“Hold off then. We didn't come to kill him.”

“Stop mumbling, brat.” UnSwag growled in his ear. “Whatever code you're trying to use, it won't work. They won't do a thing while I have you. Isn't that right?”

Detective held their hands up, palms empty. Jervis's hatchet was nowhere to be seen.

“Please. There is no need to endanger the boy.” they said gently.

“He endangered himself. He didn't have to throw in with you and invade my home, but he did. He made his own choice. There are consequences for that.”

“Look, we're not trying to hurt you or anything.” Puzzles said. “We're just trying to save you from regrets.”

“Who asked you?”

“You would have, if you were in your right mind. But you are being controlled right now, by one of those gray beings-”

“Puzzles!”

“Wrong answer!” UnSwag snarled, and flung Nash out onto the trapped floor.

The others began shouting. Nash hit a pressure plate, heard it click.

Nothing.

“What.” UnSwag said. Nash rose from the floor, grinning like the devil.

“Oops.” he said. “I think I broke it. Sorry.”

UnSwag shoved his hand into his jacket. Whatever he was reaching for, he never made it. Narci hit him with freight train force, and he went down instantly. Nash winced. Narci never did pull his punches.

The acrobatic Riddler swiftly had UnSwag tied with a cord from his harness. He immediately started wiggling free, so Narci perched on his back and held him down.

“Wow. One punch.” Puzzles sneered. “You are going to be so embarrassed when you wake up.”

“I am already awake!” UnSwag insisted. “Why don't any of you see? It was all just a pipe dream! It was never real. This is who I have always been.”

“Then why is this temporary?” Puzzles asked. “Why did you have to be pushed back into it by force? You know it's temporary, don't you?”

“It doesn't matter! I am who I'll always be! No matter what mask he puts on, I'll still be here. He'll never be rid of me. And what does it matter to you anyway? Why would you go so far to stop me?”

“We are rather fond of our dear Swag~” Detective said. “And we respect the decisions he has made.”

“Why do you like me that way so much? I've made an imbecile of myself, and I'm only trying to rectify that. You three! Isn't this the life you've chosen? And you! You might have retired, but you didn't put your brain on the shelf! All I do as your precious 'Swag', is waste my time with harlots and drink to oblivion. I hate him as me. It was a mistake.”

“You don't see the value in your own choices?” Detective asked. “You've put in so much effort. Do you see what you've built? The people still dance to your tune, it's just more literal this time.”

“Don't fucking start. That shit might work on these fetuses, but not-”

Narci stroked his hair gently, and UnSwag shuddered.

“Don't touch me!”

“Swag is perfect.” Narci asserted. “In a different way from us, yes. But you are wonderful like that.”

“Bullshit. None of us actually get along.” he jutted his chin towards Puzzles. “That little bitch hates everyone. The brat over there can't be trusted. And you...” he bucked, trying to throw Narci off. “Even as that frivolous idiot, I still don't respect you. No one does.”

Narci sighed, and stroked his hair once more.

“I know. But you tolerate me, and that's important too. In time, I'll earn the rest of it. I know how to work hard to become something great. That's why I can't stand to see you like this. All that effort, taken away.”

UnSwag groaned in annoyance.

“So what about the rest of you? Any more pithy speeches before I fade back into featherbrained worthlessness?”

“Two to midnight.” Puzzles said, checking his wrist computer.

“Nothing to say.” Nash added.

“Now we simply wait.” Detective finished.

“Fine.” UnSwag said. “If that's the official consensus. Just know that if this ever happens again, you're all on the list. So nobody better ever bring me back.”

“It'll be okay.” Narci said, stroking his hair one last time. “It'll be over soon.”

“Don't touch me.” UnSwag repeated. “Just...let me sleep, I guess.”

Instead of looming over their defeated foe, Detective, Puzzles, and Nash gathered to sit on the floor next to Narci and UnSwag. He lay quietly, as they all waited together for the last moments of the past to trickle away.

Puzzles wrist computer beeped. Everyone held their breath. If they were right about the temporary nature of Gray magic...

“Hey Narci? You're a handsome young man and' all, but would you mind getting the fuck off? Kinda crushin' my ribcage here.”

Narci hopped off his back immediately. Nash reached out for the rope binding him.

“Wait!” Detective commanded. “Relief cannot be allowed to overcome caution. If you would all be so kind as to move away...”

The young Riddlers drew back.

Detective knelt next to their captive and raised him up by the shoulders. Looked into the clean shaven face, the deep blue eyes, and kissed him, long and deep.

Narci gasped, but Nash knew they were like that sometimes.

“Disgusting.” Puzzles muttered. But when they parted, Swag was smiling.

“Hell of a welcome home. Got any more for me? I'm already all tied up, after all. But we probably better send the kiddies home first.”

“It's him.” Puzzles said flatly.

Nash and Narci cheered.

They untied him, checked him for injuries-Narci had hit him pretty hard after all. Narci apologized endlessly, but Swag waved it off.

“Not like I didn't earn it.”

“Um, can you apologize to the ladies for me too? When they wake up, I mean.”

“N-Nina? And Deirdre? You took them out? By yourself?”

Narci stood straighter.

“Well, Nash dropped a smoke bomb, and I didn't really want to hurt them or anything...but yes. I did.”

Swag patted Narci on the shoulder.

“I'm impressed, kid. Now never ever do that again.”

The young Riddlers didn't stay long; technically it was illegal for Narci and Nash to be in the club during business hours, even if the Question Mark wouldn't be opening tonight. 'Electrical malfunction' they had told the disappointed crowd. But for a while after that, Detective stayed by Swag's side, comforting arm around his shoulders.

“You guys did right.” Swag said. “There's a reason I didn't want to be like that anymore. Like, yeah, that's me, and that's still swimming around inside me. Everything I did, and everything I thought and felt. That's entirely me. But this is also me. This is what I chose.” he stroked his chin. “Ugh, he shaved me. Damnit, that's gonna take weeks to grow back just right. And where are my earrings?”

He got up and began searching around for his jewelry.

“Swag.”

“Yeah?”

“If you are serious about letting go of the past...may I suggest that you actually let go?”

They gestured at the green suit Swag was still wearing. He plucked at the lapels.

“Yeah...guess I've grown out of it, huh. Doesn't fit quite right anymore. I don't know why I kept all this stuff. Contingency, I guess. But...I don't need it anymore. Tell ya what, I'll pack all this stuff up, the suit, the hat, the cane, all of that. And I'll... I dunno. Throw it in the bay. Donate it to a museum. Something like that.”

“I could help, if you like.”

“Nah...this is really somethin' I should do myself. 'Sides, you guys already helped me out plenty tonight. Guess this whole Family business is worth somethin' after all. If you can see me at my worst and still stick around...I dunno, it's giving 'hope for the future', you know?”

Detective stayed the night, just talking while Swag packed, bathed, rested. And though they did see that hope Swag spoke of peeking through as he chattered about future plans, they couldn't help but to let their mind drift to the mystery they knew hung on the horizon.

Artist: @cardwrecks

#shards of the nexus #riddler family #Swag!riddler #Narci!riddler #Nash!riddler #Puzzles!riddler #Detective!riddler #Arkham!riddler

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settsunoie · 2 years

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Osomatsu-san Character book - Osomatsu 01 - English translation WIP

I guess I have to since no one did it -Settsu who will surely regret it Btw I have photos in this post please excuse my poor photo taking skills, if anyone has the scans I will gladly use them instead

Page 1

Summary Osomatsu sticker sheet................................01 Special poster [Doctor Matsu]......................03 Shinpin Brothers now airing.........................05

Chapter 1 - Osomatsu Close up Osomatsu....................................08 Close up Osoko..........................................12 Close up F6 Osomatsu...............................13 Fun facts about Osomatsu..........................14 Sextuplet's relashionships chart..................15 We're not the same ! Sextuplets ver OSO...16 Ending themes Osomatsu ver......................18 Gallery..........................................................22

Chapter 2 - Side characters and other Close up of side character and other...........26 Pick up story.................................................28 A walk into the world of Osomatsu-san........32 The favorite places of Tsukkomimatsu.........34 Places to enjoy yourself...............................38

Chapter 3 - Collection of random things Matsuno Osomatsu's character sheet..........40 Iyami's character sheet.................................44 Quote-matsu.................................................46 Osomatsu's divination...................................48 Story Staff Data.............................................51 Available goods.............................................52 Available mangas..........................................54

Page 2 (sticker sheet yay !)

1 - Osomatsu fan 2 - Sextuplets 3 - Osomatsu on board 4 - Don’t underestimate the elder ! 5 - You will surely find your dream ! Come on !

Page 8

1 - Look stupid but in reality...he's smart ? 2 - Two ahoges 3 - Can pour water out of his nipples ? 4 - Wears very clean briefs 5 - When he stops smiling you better start moving

Page 9

1 - I'm Matsuno Osomatsu ! CV Sakurai Takahiro 2 - (from left to right) *smile*, *dizzy*, “unforgivable...”, *sad sigh*, “bullshit...”, “Yay” 3 - The stupid and miraculous elder of the Matsuno family ! The elder of the Matsuno family. He has the mind of a elementary schooler and isn't very popular among the 6 brothers. But sometimes, he can also act like a true older brother. Isn't he hard to understand...?

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1 - Hey, I beg you please lend me some money 2 - King of trash ! More like king of honesty !! His own trashiness is a sort of pride !? Things like sentiments of guilt don't matter, that'sa true scum ! 3 - I'm motivated and I'm gonna give my all (not sure about this one?) 4 - I want mom to take care of me ! Osomatsu don't even try to keep those horrible wishes secret !! 5 - I'm kida lucky my brothers died 6 - I don't care if my brothers die if can be the protagonist ! The worst of all !! 7 - Iyami : He's the worst sibling ! 8 - Raise your voices, all against the elder !! Usually, you can't ask for help from the lazy Osomatsu. The siblings seem to more of less obey their big brother 9 - The leader says "sextuplets assembly !" 10 - In order to fight against Chibita we joined forces ! That's what I thought, but in reality the one that was shoved to the side was 11 - The seducer badly injured 12 - I got beaten up by a girl but at least I have her number ! That's the pride of the elder ! 13 - Jyushimatsu : Awesome big bro Osomatsu !! Todomatsu : I also admire you ! So please, give me some money ♡ 14 - Fictional QnA 15 - Q1 : Favorite drink Beer of course ! There is nothing best than beer !! If you start to talk, you'll want to drink, it's unavoidable~! 16 - Q2 : Favorite food Things like fried rice and high carbs foods but the others wouldn't like it 17 - Q3 : About your gambling addiction I go to horse races, pachinko and play mah-jong. No matter matter the game I always am confident. Would you like to play once against me ? Just kidding !!

#osomatsu san #mr osomatsu #book #book translation #english translation #translation #i wanna die #wip

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girlgrouptrash101 · 3 years

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Chaeyoung (Fromis_9) as Your Girlfriend

Request: “PLEASE DO A FROMIS 9 CHAEYOUNG AS YOUR GIRLFRIEND THANK YOU SO MUCH ILYSM”

“Hullooo can I request Fromis9 Chaeyoung as your gf pleasee”

“bro i love your work! not sure if you’re taking requests right now but can you do chaeyoung of fromis_9 as your gf?”

“PLEASE!!! Can you do a GF Chaeyoung/Saerom/Nakyung (Fromis_9)???”

A/N: i hope i did our lovely chaeyoung justice !!

- C

Chaeyoung Vs confronting her feelings instead of just teasing you constantly until you got the hint and made the first move

once she gets over most of her nerves her teasing tends to take on more of a flirty tone

leading to you turning into absolute mush and chaeyoung getting so cocky 😋

gets a lot more open with affection once you officially start dating,,, but mostly in private because she will NOT be accused of being whipped

(which she absolutely is but... no one needs to know that)

lowkey a sucker for cuddles, and her favourite is when you lay your head in her lap and she can play with your hair

and poking you teasingly when she catches you falling asleep, wanting to keep talking to you until she finally decides to let you nap against her

Chaeyoung is STRONK and loves to show off at the most random of times

You: *having absolutely no problem opening a jar*

Chaeyoung: "hey babe looks like you're having trouble there let me show you how it's DONE"

and proceeds to open the perfectly easy jar before flexing her biceps and making you giggle because. that's your mf girlfriend okay and if she wants to be a gentlewoman and open jars for you then. SO BE IT

dates can range from being at home and screaming at the cringy scenes in romance movies to dressing up to the absolute max and hitting the town,,,, both work for you guys

chaeyoung loves dressing up to go out, mostly because the way you look at her makes her feel like an absolute princess

actually, you look at chaeyoung like she's a princess whether she's in a dress or her pyjamas,, and it often makes her realise just how in love you are with her

which is a huge comfort for her, because she's absolutely head over heels for you, and navigating through these intense feelings feels a lot easier when she knows you're going through the exact same thing

those are the kind of thoughts chaeyoung only shares when she's wrapped up in your arms and half awake in the early hours of the morning, both of you too sleepy to feel the weight of your words,, while simultaneously feeling wide awake as you confess your love to one another

ok that was deep tf. anyways !

Chaeyoung very very very much loves sharing clothes

nothing gets her heart pumping like the sight of you dressed in her sweatpants and hoodies

as someone who can be a tad possessive at times, she loves to see you wrapped in her scent and she honestly thinks you just look so good in them

speaking of jealousy,,,, it is an absolute no no for chaeyoung if someone else even thINKS about flirting with her baby

she has never felt a love as powerful as she has with you, and no one, and she means no.one. is going to take that away from you guys

if someone did flirt with you in front of her she'd soon have her an arm wrapped around your waist and would say something like, "baby, is this person bothering you?" just to get you out of the situation

to which you would thank her, before reassuring her that you're absolutely all hers with a mind-blowing kiss that leaves Chaeyoung smiling like the love sick fool that she is

Tells you SO many stories of her members doing dumb shit omg they're basically your 8 new besties before you even meet them

Chaeyoung impersonating you whenever you do something embarassing my god will she just let you LIVEEE (no she absolutely will not)

she really random affectionate things that make no sense but also you know thats how she shows her love for you so???? you love it anyway????

like. imagine getting a message from her and its a picture of gum stuck to the floor in a shape that BARELY resembles a heart and she’s all like “babe... this is how i feel about you”

but you accept her for being the dork she is,, eventually turning it into a competition to find the most random thing around you that reminds you and Chaeyoung of one another

your relationship is unique, but it’s a perfect kind of love that makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside whenever Chaeyoung looks at you <3

NSFW From Here:

i think i could see Chaeyoung preferring to be on top, always using her strength to get the upper hand and leaving you a moaning mess beneath her

does NOT stand for you being quiet; it's the little whines and moans of appreciation from you that drive her absolutely wild

once again with the possessive thing, Chaeyoung would definitely be one to fuck you while you're wearing her hoodie or her oversized t-shirt

or even when you’re clad in her clothes, rocking back and forth on her thigh as her strong hands grip your waist, Chaeyoung whispering words of encouragement and praise in your ear

and you know just how much it drives her crazy, so more often than not you tend to text a few,,, interesting photos to your girlfriend, your legs spread wide open while you're clad in one of her shirts

and you know she'll be so on edge for the whole day, the image of you running through her brain on a never-ending loop

also absolutely loves when you tug on her hair, whether it's when you thread your hands in her locks while you're making out

or if she's buried in-between your legs and your gripping onto her hair for dear life as she brings you closer and closer to the edge

when it's your turn to please Chaeyoung the way she needs it, she always gets so flustered, trying her best to keep a cocky facade,,, but ultimately she always succumbs to the pleasure and becomes a whiny mess beneath you

has a thing for mirrors

imagine your back flush against her chest while you sit on your lap, your legs hooked open over hers as you watch her plunge her fingers in and out of your dripping core

this is also where Chaeyoung is a sucker for eye contact, her eyes darkened with lust capturing your own as you try not to squeeze them shut out of pleasure

for the times when she’s feeling less serious, you best believe Chaeyoung will be teasing you endlessly, laughing as she kisses you all over and can’t help but whisper against her skin just how much she loves you

if there’s one thing about Chaeyoung, it’s that she definitely knows how to make you feel good about yourself, with her endless kind words and soft kisses that make you dizzy

followed by endless cuddles and soft aftercare as she takes care of you, even going as far as carrying you to the bath after long nights where your legs fail to hold you up ;)

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ohmyasmodeus · 4 years

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𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 + 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘰 ✩

i miss concerts bro... i’ve been watching the 1975′s and bring me the horizon’s 😭 you know the demon brothers would be so fun to attend concerts with. it’s been so long since my last non-request post, so enjoy ! ♡

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

♡ 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘻𝘦𝘣𝘶𝘣

✧ Beel in a comfortable tank top with his muscles on display, carrying you on his shoulders during a music festival? What more could you want?

✧ It isn’t the festival food that gets to Beel; it’s the overwhelming amount of drinks offered by the vendors. The alcoholic slushies, the sweet drinks that taste like candy but will knock you on your ass as soon as you drink them, the bitter jelly shots that make him cringe and look at you with the biggest puppy eyes— he wants them all! The two of you are absolutely wasted before the day is half over, and he ends up just making out with you in the middle of the crowd as you dance to a set, mumbling about how good your lips taste.

✧ Beel protects you during the different sets, muscling away anyone who gets too close to you. He’s just a sweetheart who always asks you if you’re okay, and carries you on his shoulders if being in the pit gets too much for you. He can easily hold you like that for the rest of the sets, and you’ll feel him jumping about here and there and cheering loudly when the music really gets to him.

✧ Without hesitation, he squares the fuck up with anyone that comes onto you or tries to touch you. Your comfort is Beel’s biggest priority, but when it comes to dealing with girls that flirt with him or try to grind on him in crowds, he ends up running back to you to hide! He can’t deal with the attention at all, nobody can ever hear him above the music and you make him feel safe.

♡ 𝘢𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘶𝘴

✧ Before you even get a chance to leave the house, he’s taking a million photos of the both of you in your concert outfits because by god, do you look absolutely delicious. He’s going to be all over you in the car, pressing sweet kisses to your face on the way to the venue because he’s so damn proud to call you his baby. Rest assured, the night will be well documented. Asmo’s Devilgram followers need to know what they’re missing out on!

✧ Asmodeus is the absolute master of throwing it back. He’ll be throwing it back before the band gets halfway through the introductory song, glancing back at you to wink teasingly as he starts grinding. You have to make sure everyone else keeps their hands off him, because you’re just as proud to have him all over you. It’s the best when the both of you dance together, shrieking the lyrics at the top of your lungs.

✧ When he gets into the music, he’s squealing for the artists, clutching your hand as the both of you jump along with the crowd. Asmodeus looks absolutely radiant as the lights filter through the fog, even when he’s holding his phone up to record the concert. It makes you grab his phone to stash it away in your bag, and before he starts to whine, you pull him into a kiss and tell him to focus on being in the moment with you!

✧ The afterparty is an absolute must. Asmo knows everyone important, and he’ll sneak you into the exclusive afterparties to give you a taste of what stardom is like. Even if he usually flits around like the social butterfly that he is, tonight is all about making you feel like a star with the way he kisses you and makes everyone know that you’re his, the way he brings you drinks and makes sure you’re right beside him when everyone starts doing shots because he loves tasting the alcohol off your lips more than drinking it.

♡ 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯

✧ Mammon is hyped. There’s nothing better than doing one of his favourite things with his favourite human, and the entire time he’ll be clinging to you, screaming to the lyrics of his favourite songs. He shields you in the crowd, putting his jacket over you to make sure you’re comfortable (and because he wants to show off how he looks in his tank top).

✧ The music and atmosphere completely gets rid of his shyness. Mammon isn’t afraid to press himself up against your front even if the pair of you are up at the barricade, grinning like he’s won the lottery before he pulls you in to kiss you hard. It’s dizzying, the combination of Mammon’s cologne, and the feeling of the crowd pulsing around you, pressing the both of you closer against each other.

✧ Drinking. So much drinking, because Mammon definitely knows how to sneak alcohol into a venue. He’s taking swigs before pulling you into a kiss to share. The way he tries to avoid getting in trouble with security makes you clutch at the front of his shirt as the both of you laugh in exhilaration.

✧ During the slow songs, he surprises you with just how romantic he can be. It’s as if a switch got flipped— the way he holds you is so tender, and he runs his hands up and down your sides slowly while singing along, pressing his forehead against yours with a smile. Mammon loves sharing moments like these with you, he absolutely adores having you by his side, and he can’t help but lean in and laugh about how this feels so fucking perfect. God, does he love you.

♡ 𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯

✧ Levi is the best brother to go for concerts with. Being experienced with his idol’s concerts, the date and preparation for it would be a breeze, although he gets adorably shaky when he remembers that he’s going on a date with you. You’re way more important than any idol of his.

✧ His excitement makes him so adorable. He can’t stop himself from chattering on while you’re waiting in line, and brings plenty of snacks and drinks for you two to gorge yourselves on while cuddling. Levi has a perpetual faint blush when he’s around you, especially when you geek out with him, or sit in his lap while in the queue.

✧ To get you the best spots, he’ll sacrifice himself to help you squeeze into tight spots, though you never let him. Tugging on his hand, you pull him along too. The both of you end up pressed up against each each other in the middle of the crowd, giggling while the lights flash and the beat of the drums makes you bounce together. You two might as well be the only ones in the crowd, nuzzling your faces together before you kiss one of his blushing cheeks with a grin.

✧ Music speaks to Leviathan. It gives him that rush of adrenaline, the chills that go down your arms and make you laugh, and experiencing music like this with you is like nothing he’s ever experienced before. Fuelled by the adrenaline, he gains enough confidence to pull you into a clumsy kiss that has the both of you clutching at each other as your giggles turn into full-chested laughter. It’ll be over before you know it, but the both of you want to stay in this moment forever.

♡ 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘳

✧ Oh, boy, concerts are just not the environment for him. The sounds, the lights, the way everyone clings to each other in a sweaty, loud mess. But all it takes is one puppy-eyed look from you and his defences are breaking down. Belphie can’t help but agree, as long as he approves of your band of choice and it takes place somewhere lowkey.

✧ You’re disappointed at first— but you definitely can’t feel that way anymore when you end up cuddled into his side in a comfortable loveseat at a dive bar. The music stays mellow but the crowd is as upbeat as ever, and you can’t care less about not being able to see the band through the crowd. Not when Belphegor pulls you close and guides you to rest your head on his chest.

✧ As mellow as the music is, it’s intoxicating, and so is Belphie. You spend your time making out slowly while the night passes, tasting the alcohol on his tongue as he combs a hand through your hair. You don’t know if it’s the smoke in the air or Belphie’s hands in your hair that make your mind hazy, but either way, you want the moment to last forever. You’re basically putty in his hands, and it makes him smirk lazily as he boops your nose and teases you about being so needy, and out in front of everyone, no less. Are you trying to stake your claim?

✧ Though it’s in his nature to be lazy, you can’t help but pull Belphie up to dance at least once. He gives in without much of a fight, the corners of his lips slightly upturned as he watches you dance along to the music. He’s joining in easily, resting his hands on your hips to grind against you slowly. He can’t help but eventually spin you around to kiss your forehead and mumble that he thinks he’s found his new favourite thing.

♡ 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘯

✧ You’d think that he’s the kind to be hesitant about attending concerts since he’s such a bookish guy, with the packed venue and the blinding lights and the sweaty crowd— but Satan fucking loves concerts. He loves screaming the lyrics and being able to shove his way through the mosh pit. Although, he has to admit that it’s a double edged sword. The aspects of concerts that he loves can irritate him as well, he abhors having people shriek in his ear or push him around.

✧ Music is another form of poetry for him, heaven in the form of passionate lyrics and the pure energy of the people around him. He never tells anyone though. He never thought he would, until you came along.

✧ The first time you attend a concert with him, he tries to tone himself down. That is, until you notice his energy and tug at his hand to encourage him to scream along to the lyrics with you. He’s losing himself in the music, tugging you close, heart racing because you just get him. You encourage him, you see him for who he truly is, and he couldn’t be more in love with you or this moment.

✧ Throw it back. Just throw it back, it doesn’t matter what music you two are dancing to because it has Satan going crazy for you. He presses himself up against your back as you straighten up, hands firm on your hips as he whispers in your ear about how irresistible you are. If you’re not careful, he might end up sneaking you out of the concert venue, eager to use his pent up energy elsewhere with you.

♡ 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘳

✧ Like Belphie, Lucifer isn’t a fan of concerts or the environment it creates. Being an appreciator of the arts, he mostly attends orchestral performances and operas, so you take it as a great opportunity to open his mind to a side of music that he hasn’t experienced before! Like with most things, it takes a few kisses to coax him into agreement.

✧ He can’t complain when he ends up settled into luxurious seats with you in The Fall. He chuckles to himself as the band starts to play, shaking his head before kissing you and saying that it’s like you know him better than he does himself. The comfortable atmosphere makes Lucifer relax much more than usual, and as cordial as he is with affection in public, he can’t help but put an arm around the back of your seat and lean into you.

✧ Throughout the night, you catch Lucifer gazing at you from time to time. As much as he enjoys the music and the way the set’s lighting makes you look almost ethereal… he’s much more focused on admiring the way your wine-stained lips look as you smile. Full of dark desire, Lucifer’s crimson gaze makes your breath hitch in your throat as you lean into him. Whether you decide to tease him about it is up to you.

✧ When you finally manage to drag him out to dance with the crowd, instead of carrying you on his shoulders, he makes you wrap your legs around his waist while he carries you up, laughing as he looks up at you and marvels at how gorgeous you look. Without hesitation, you lean down to capture his lips in a kiss. Even Lucifer can’t escape the high spirits of the people around you, and the electrifying rush of adrenaline of being here, making memories with the person his heart belongs to.

♡ 𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙡𝙤

✧ Diavolo honestly doesn’t have much free time to have fun, so he’s absolutely delighted at the idea of a concert. He’s immediately struck by thoughts of how romantic he could make it, and spends his time daydreaming about hoisting you on his shoulders and spinning you around when he’s meant to be doing work. He looks forward to it so much, seeing you again is always the thing he’s looking forward to the most at any given time. He’s totally the kind of person to try and predict the setlist and listen to all the songs to make sure he can sing along during the performance.

✧ Even if he has the money for seated tickets, Diavolo wants to be in the pit. He wants to be able to dance with you, hoisting you onto his shoulders as the both of you sway to the music. Diavolo is one first starting different cheers, and everyone seems to follow along naturally. It makes you laugh and kiss his head, because even in a concert, the prince of hell itself is still so natural at leading.

✧ Being at a concert with you is the most free he’s felt in thousands of years. It makes him completely forget about his title, laughing with you as he drags you to the front barricade to get the best view and scream to the band, carrying you no matter if it’s against the venue rules. If Diavolo is going to let his hair down, he might as well go big or go home. He wonders just how many stupid stunts he can get away with helping you pull. He helps you stand on the barricade, letting you scream your heart out, because he adores you with his whole heart.

✧ By the end of the night, the both of you are running from security with your ten solo cups stacked into one another, buzzing from the mix of adrenaline and alcohol. The stupid grin Diavolo has on his face as he scoops you up while you run makes you shriek with laughter, and he’ll hide you away in a quiet alley, silencing you with a kiss.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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onthevirgeofdestruction · 4 years

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Words: 2,084 Triggers: Anxiety, spiraling thoughts, medication withdrawal, death mention, feeling ill, food, and talk of gross things in food. Characters: Virgil, Logan Ships: Analogical (but not actively) Universe: Generic College AU Genre: Friendship (and a hint of hurt/comfort)

Virgil felt… off. He wasn’t sure how to describe the feeling. It wasn’t like something was wrong or he was forgetting something. It was more like… everything was just a little to the left. He felt fine this morning. Well, as fine as he normally feels, anyway. This just… felt odd. Weird. Off. Virgil absentmindedly tapped his forefinger to his thumb a few times trying to think if he had forgotten something or missed something. He pulled out his phone to check his calendar. Nothing. Notta. No reminders. No missing appointments. Already working on the homework that was due. Maybe he could just chalk it up to anxiety, though it didn’t exactly feel like anxiety. Virgil went back to doodling in the margins of his homework while he stared at the problem. This percentile shit is supposed to be the easy part of Statistics. The professor just breezed over it in the lecture. Why couldn’t he wrap his brain around it?

“Good evening, Virgil,” Logan nodded to Virgil sitting on the floor at the coffee table as he stepped into the apartment.

“Hey, Lo,” Virgil mumbled and gave him a weak salute. He started chewing on the end of his pencil while he read the textbook’s explanation again. He tried plugging the numbers in and once again got an answer that barely made any sense and certainly didn’t match the textbook’s answer key in the back. How was he supposed to do the real homework if he couldn’t finish the practice problems? Virgil leaned back and stared at the ceiling. He was actually starting to feel a little dizzy. He put the back of his hand to his forehead and things felt normal, though his hands were a little clammier than usual. Actually, when did they start shaking? Why are his hands shaking?

“Are you alright with soup for dinner?” Logan asked from the tiny apartment kitchen and Virgil looked over to Logan bustling about in the kitchen. Why was he blurry? Why did he feel a little left now, too? Virgil waved his hand in front of his face, and that looked odd, too. Like it was going at the wrong speed and the wrong height somehow. How could it be the wrong height? Virgil looked around the living room. Was everything at the wrong height? Virgil looked down and stared at his hands, trying to figure it out, but his brain felt like it was burning with too much input. But even that feeling was just out of reach.

“Virgil,” Logan tapped Virgil’s shoulder, but it sort of felt rubbery instead of the way it should. That’s weird. Virgil chuckled slightly and shook his head. Feeling his bangs hit his face was fun, so he did it again. His bangs stuck this time, and he reached up to push his bangs off his sweaty forehead. Was it always so hot in here?

“Hey, Lo. Is it hot in here to you?” Virgil said, shifting out of his hoodie and folding it up slowly.

“Virgil, I asked if you are alright with soup for dinner? A Vegetable minestrone?” Logan asked, sounding annoyed.

“Yea~ah, dude, that sounds nice,” Virgil said breezily and carefully finished tucking the sleeves in and placing his neatly folded hoodie on the coffee table next to his work. He attempted to pick back up his pencil. He kept missing and laughed again. That’s so dumb. Why can’t he pick up a pencil? Was it to the left?

“Virgil, are you alright?” Logan asked, leaning down to Virgil’s height on the floor- wow, he was so tall- and looking concerned.

“Peachy-keen, Laura Jean!” Virgil chirped and raised his arms victoriously into the air. Logan just pursed his lips and felt Virgil’s forehead with the back of his hand.

“Virgil, you feel very clammy, are you sure you’re alright? I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say anything even resembling the sentence you just said in the past,” Logan said, looking confused. “Are you… ‘trolling me’?”

“Ugh, that sounds almost wrong coming out of your mouth,” Virgil tittered and dropped his arms to the floor like limp noodles.

“I don’t think it’s nearly as uncomfortable as you saying that you are ‘peachy-keen’ or calling me ‘Laura Jean’ without even a hint of sarcasm,” Logan furrowed his eyebrows. Virgil stared at his face and it looked like Logan was tilting oddly.

“Lo-bro, why you tiling down low?” Virgil said lazily and blinking slowly as he looked at Logan’s face slowly shifting to an angle.

“Virgil, you are the one tilting,” Logan said, putting his hand on Virgil’s shoulder and straightening him back up against the couch. Virgil laughed at the sudden sensation.

“So I was! Crafty me, very crafty,” Virgil chirped and popped his lips without really knowing why. That’s weird, too. “This is weird,” Virgil said lackadaisically.

“That is an understatement, to say the least,” Logan huffed and balanced Virgil against the couch again. He didn’t even see the world tilting that time, he only noticed when it was upright again.

“You know I can never look at condiments the same way after reading that one article about the amount of rat feces allowed in table condiments. Like, would you like some tomatoes with your rat-shit slurry?” Virgil said, flicking his fingers in an alternative pattern as his brain started to fret about the homework he wasn’t doing.

Virgil tried to pick up the pencil again, but his hands weren’t paying any attention to him. But the homework was due in two days and he didn’t understand it in the least. He needed both days to do it. Why was he so dumb? He was going to do a terrible job and lose his scholarships and have to drop out of college all because he couldn’t understand calculating percentiles. He barely understood what they were used for, he was so dumb. He was going to be homeless.

“Virgil! Look at me!” Logan said loudly and Virgil’s eyes shot back to Logan.

“Wha’?” Virgil asked, his tongue feeling weird now, too. Oh god, was he dying? Because he couldn’t do percentiles? What the fuck?

“Virgil, you’re shaking, breathing hard, and cool to the touch. I don’t think you are well. Please go lie down in bed,” Logan said, sounding concerned.

“I’sso hot! There’s warm in the bed!” Virgil objected, now struggling out of his shirt.

“I will get you some ice water,” Logan said firmly and got up. Virgil’s view started tilting again. He was now staring at the shirt in front of him wadded up on the carpet. Virgil was pulled back upright and a cold glass of water was pressed into his hands and he sighed in relief. Logan’s hands stayed wrapped around Virgil’s and the glass. He carefully pushed it up to Virgil’s face and he drank some water. It was so cold it hurt his teeth, but after a few strained blinks he felt like he could think just a little straighter and his tongue felt less weirdly heavy.

“Thanks,” Virgil drawled and looked over to Logan.

“Virgil, can you walk me through your day?” Logan asked, looking Virgil right in the eye.

“Uh. Banana. For breakfast, I mean. And, um… bus to class? Took notes. Literature. Other class. Stat. Worked at craft store. Came home. Homework after shower,” Virgil recalled, though he struggled to remember the little details and the order of things. He tilted his head and made a mental tally in front of him.

“Did you eat lunch?” Logan asked, taking the glass from Virgil’s hands. Virgil let his hands drop to his lap.

“Um, no. Talking to professor. Running late,” Virgil admitted, feeling kind of stupid and looking down to his hands.

“Did you take your medication?” Logan asked seriously.

“Oh, shit,” Virgil deadpanned. “Pills?” Virgil asked, looking desperately up to Logan.

“I’ll get you a yogurt for your empty stomach,” Logan nodded and got up again, leaving Virgil on the floor. Virgil leaned forward to press his head against the cold glass on the coffee table while he waited. Logan came back with a yogurt cup and a spoon and peeled back the lid before handing them both off to Virgil. It took another few blinks for him to be able to take them and start eating. Virgil’s stomach turned as he ate it, maybe from letting it run on empty for so long and maybe the dizziness that still pervaded the back of his head. He wasn’t sure. After Virgil finished as much as he could, Logan twisted off the cap of his anxiety medication and placed a pill in Virgil’s hand. Virgil reached out for the water and tossed the pill in the back of his throat to swallow it.

“Um, thanks,” Virgil mumbled, slowly and shakily putting the glass back down on the coffee table.

“Please lie down on the couch and I will monitor you while the medication starts working again,” Logan said, helping Virgil off the floor and up on the couch.

“Do you think when they say the coffee beans are inspected they mean checking every individual bean or do they just like stir the batch and bit a shrug like ‘good enough’? Because maybe we should buy raw beans and roast and grind them ourselves if that's how they do it. I don’t want to have like ground weevil or whatever in my coffee. It’s so gross,” Virgil rambled mindlessly as Logan pulled a throw pillow under Virgil’s head and made sure he was solidly on the couch before standing up again.

“We would have to buy a roaster and a grinder for that, Virgil,” Logan said plainly as he headed back to the kitchen.

“Yeah, well, that’s the cost of not drinking weevil juice. Oh, we should make our own ketchup!” Virgil said excitedly.

“That’s an excellent idea,” Logan commended him as he turned into the kitchen. The silence was filled with the sounds of can openers and the things being poured into a pot on the stove.

“Did you ever see that photo of the other side of the moon? It was so boring,” Virgil said and played with his bangs, trying to see the strands of hair in front of his eyes.

“It was still an impressive photo. The definition was very high,” Logan stated, sounding amused.

“Yeah, but how cool would it have been if there was something there?” Virgil asked, leaning up on the couch to look at Logan bustling in the kitchen, but gave up quickly when it made him dizzier.

“It would have been very interesting. Do you want rotini or rigatoni in the soup?” Logan asked candidly.

“I want the big fucks,” Virgil said brightly. “I hope there’s not rat poop in the pasta too. Don’t let me look that up. I couldn’t take it if I couldn’t eat pasta anymore,” Virgil said.

“I always wash the noodles of residue if that helps,” Logan supplied from the kitchen.

“Yeah. You’re cute. I like that about you,” Virgil smiled and reached his arms up, scratching at the ceiling in his head.

“You’re delirious and confused, Virgil,” Logan sounded exasperated and Virgil listened to the sound of dry pasta being poured. It was a very satisfying sound.

“You being cute and me being a little to the left are completely unrelated,” Virgil said staunchly and adjusted to lie on his side and hold the pillow.

“A little to the left? What does that mean?” Logan asked, peeking over the open view from the sink to Virgil.

“You’re just avoiding me calling you cute, huh?” Virgil asked, feeling a little offended.

“I’m genuinely curious what ‘a little to the left’ means,” Logan said with a raised eyebrow.

“You know,” Virgil said. “I’m here,” Virgil held up his right finger. “But I’m also here,” Virgil held up his left finger and drew them apart slightly.

“That explains absolutely nothing,” Logan furrowed his eyebrows and went back to prepping dinner by washing the noodles.

“And you claim to understand quantum physics,” Virgil scoffed, crossing his arms lazily.

“Understanding theoretical photon interactions and the potential implications differs completely from whatever you’re describing,” Logan huffed.

“You’re cute when you use big words,” Virgil smirked and Logan blushed. He turned away from the sink to the stove and Virgil maybe wasn’t entirely sure where he was or why his shirt was off, but he knew Logan was flustered and he wanted to see more of that.

#tsss #sanders sides #tsss fanfiction #sanders sides fanfiction #tsss fanfic #ayri writes #analogical #ts logan #ts virgil #medication withdrawal

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shigarakis-fifth-hand · 4 years

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MHA Headcanons

How would they react to their non-gender-specific s/o winning the Sports Festival?

starting with girls this time bcuz everyone knows I’m fricking gay

Mina

“I knew it! I fucking knew it bitches!” she yelled, taking out shirts with your name on it for the entire class to wear. She even offered one to Aizawa, who said he wasn’t allow to wear. He secretly wanted one though, he was just so proud of his adopted child.

As you stood facing your final opponent, you could hear Mina from the stands screaming her lungs off, smiling ear-to-ear as she shakes her classmates around her.

She only stops when a boy from 1-B has the audacity to shush her. Mina knows this boy, he looks you up-and-down whenever you pass the classroom.

“You’re just jealous that they like me you fuc-” Aizawa wrapped his scarf around her mouth, forcing her to be quiet.

“That’s enough for you.” Tsu smiles, watching you. Mina does to, she just can’t take her eyes off you. As you run around, dodging left and right as if you have eyes in the back of your head, she feels such pride in you.

She can’t stop screeching, pouncing off the walls as she watches you. Everyone else is focused on your fighting skills, but she can’t stop thinking about how you’re so cuddly and you are the strongest student in UA.

She never wants to let go of you ever, and that’s a promise.

Momo

She can’t help staring in shock as you dodge attacks left and right, doing everything that you never did in training. Momo watches the way you move, taking all of her tips as you keep winning, not even letting your opponent skim you.

On the other hand, he is taking major damage from you. Momo thinks about how you two rehearsed your special running, zooming left, faking right, and the going straight.

“Left, right, right, left, straight, straight.” She watches, memorized as you follow the plan exactly.

She can’t help but be so proud. Momo fell in love with your quirk almost as fast as she fell in love with you, so she always had improvements to tell you that would make you even better. Of course, she had felt like you were ignoring her lately, the way you looked so tired while she talked. Now, she realized you had spent time at night practicing her plans and improving. And now, look where it had gotten you.

She felt such pride knowing that she had helped you, that some of your victory was thanks to hers. She was even happier that she had helped you reach your full potential! Champion of the freaking sports festival!

The very thought of you winning made her blush, and she knew she would kiss you the minute she could! Sure there would be hundreds of people trying to talk to you, but for one second, she knew that you would talk to her. It’s just the kind of sweet person that she loved.

Uraraka

As she watched you run around the field, she felt herself crying. You two had talked about this as she had cried about his financial issues to you. You had calmed her down and told her that you would take care of her. That you two would live in a wonderful house as heroes, that you would take care of her parents, and that money would never be an issue for her again.

You would make her life perfect, and she would never cry again. As she watched you down there, fighting for her role for 1#, she knew you meant it. She knew that you could do whatever you put your mind to, and a promise was a promise.

As you hit your opponent to the ground, to where he could barely stand, you looked behind yourself and up at Uraraka. Blowing her a kiss and making the crowd go wild, Midnight announced to the stadium that you won.

Uraraka found herself mumbling, getting dizzy as her friends around her shook her in happiness. 1-A was estatic, but Uraraka felt her heart jumping out of her body.

As soon as you walked to join your class, Uraraka shoved everyone, even Bakugo, out of the way as she ran to hug you, wrapping her legs around you. As she kissed you, her legs still wrapped around your torso, she began floating in happiness.

It took Todoroki and Deku to pull you two down before Aizawa used his quirk. You both fell to the ground, laughing as you two held hands. Uraraka knew she couldn’t ever let go. You were the hero that would turn her tragic life into a love story.

Todoroki

As he watched you beat the shit out of your opponent, he couldn’t help but feel warmth in his body. It was the same feeling he got when you hugged or kissed him, or anytime he saw you in your swimsuit.

Except, this time, he felt happiness swarm his body at the same time. As you skillfully zoomed around your opponent, he watched his dad’s reaction to you. His dad seemed... angry? Good.

He could only imagine seeing a child better than his own infuriated him, while also seeing how happy that child was. How free your spirit was, and how silly you acted. You could even bring a smile from Aizawa, the zombie human.

And at the same time, Endeavor had talked to you before. Sure Endeavor had no idea that you were dating him since Todoroki knew it would enrage his dad, but you had come over as a “friend” for a “school project” which really was just some hot making out and Todoroki introducing you to his family and giving you the tour of his mansion.

Yet, Endeavor had sat down with you, talked to you, even questioned you. He asked about sensitive subjects like why you lived with Present Mic and his family, and not your own. This caused Todoroki and his father to start yelling violently, which ended dinner for sure.

As you finished your opponent with your secret move, the entire crowd erupted into roars of fans as you looked around, almost passing out from over-working yourself.

Then you saw Endeavor, with that confused look on his face. He looked appalled at how powerful you were, since you didn’t have that much muscles and you were pretty thin thanks to a fast metabolism. How on earth could you even be real? Honestly, Endeavor was impressed, but not as much as angry that his son wasn’t better. It was Todoroki’s fault he wasn’t as powerful as you, right?

As the match ended, you ran to meet your class, Endeavor following close behind, wanting to talk to you. Immediately Todoroki ran up to you, hugging you tightly. “Can I kiss you?” he asked smoothly, sending chills up your spine. “Yea, but your dad is right t-”

You couldn’t talk anymore as Todoroki kissed your lips passionately, holding you closely. Nothing sexual, but more protectively.

Sending messages saying that you were his, especially sending that message to his old man who was burning in rage and confusion. As you kissed, you could hear the cameras flashing behind you as Todoroki imagined pictures of you two kissing circulating the News station for weeks, smiling at the thought of his dad being questioned about your relationship.

You two would be the hottest new couple in town and he would make sure that your relationship got famous.

“ENDEAVOR’S SON AND SPORTS FESTIVAL WINNER; YOUNG LOVE?!”

Tenya

As Tenya watched, he felt shakes congratulating him from his seat as he watched you. “Dude, good job!” Kirishima smiled, cheering loudly for you. “Why are you congratulating me? All that skill is her own... look at the way she moves. She’s so much more powerful than I thought!” It was true, Tenya had never realized how powerful you were, and it was only going to get better from here.

He knew you had a secret move, you were just waiting for the right time to use it, near the end so when you used up all your energy, he would be done for!

But as Tenya watched from the sidelines, he found himself getting angry. How dare the competition do this to him, making him watch as you constantly got thrown around like a rag doll, even though you were winning. You were still getting hurt, even injured.

He knew that recovery girl would have to focus on you very much. Kirishima had broken your ribs, Uraraka had dropped you from a large height, and Deku had punched you right in the stomach, knocking the wind out of you and having you crumble to the ground. It pained Iida to see you fight, and he was just grateful that he didn’t have to fight you. Your greatest weapon was the puppy dog eyes, and that would have him surrendering in seconds.

He wouldn’t be able to hurt you, to hear your groans of pain and to see you cough blood. But you were a fighter, it was just one of the things he loved about you.

That’s when you used your secret move, sending your enemy to the ground. Iida knew it would, he had let you use that same move on him before, except lighter. Your opponent was surely on the verge of death as they wheeled him out on a stretcher to recovery girl. As soon as you exited the arena, thousands of news reporters followed you, taking photos and asking you questions. “Tell us, what’s it like to be the Sports Festival winner? What teacher led you to push yourself? Do you have any other hobbies? Will you model for us? Who’s your greatest inspiration?”

Instinctively, Iida grabbed you by the waist, growled at the reporters, and kissed you passionately. “I’m so proud of you princess.” he whispered in your ear.

Kirishima

As Kirishima watched you run around the arena, he saw some of your muscles showing through your shirt. You were the hottest, manliest thing in the world, he was about to cry. Most guys would find it threatening or bad that they’re s/o was better than them, but it just made Kirishima cry.

Kirishima was happy for you, especially proud to be your boyfriend as he watched everyone in the stadium stare at you intensively their eyes wide open. “Dude, do you see this! Look at them! And that!” Kirishima hugged his bro back as he looked at Denki, smiling. “Bro, are you crying?” Denki asked as Kirishima nodded happily, not denying it. “Yea bro. I’m just so happy.” Denki started crying too. “It’s okay bro. It’s their big day.”

As they said that, you finished your opponent with your big move, knocking your opponent out cold. The stadium was quiet for seconds before it erupted into screaming, yelling, cheering, and more. Midnight walked out and raised your hand as you smiled, looking around and finding Kirishima’s friendly face in the mix.

You smiled at him directly as his heart skipped a beat. After you took a few photos with happy All Might, proud dads Aizawa and Present Mic, and impressed Endeavor even, you walked out to join your class. There stood Kirishima waiting for you patiently, his heart jumping around excitingly as he smiled.

“You did so good baby.” he whispered, walking over and kissing you slowly before turning around and smiling at the cameras with you at his side. You rolled your eyes for your cheesey boyfriend as you kissed his cheek.

The entire class applauded you too as the cameras flashed. You knew that you and Kiri would show up on the cover of some magazine. You were excited to remember this moment forever.

Bakugo

As of his luck, you were his competitor. That’s right, the very person he had kissed and cuddled with and trained with... was right in front of him, about to fight him. “I want to win Katsuki, I need the prize money.” You whispered to him as he began to get upset. He nodded, knowing that you were right. “Walk out of the arena Y/n. I’m not fighting you.”

You just shook your head, refusing. You were just as stubborn as he was, that was why he loved you so much.

“I told you to go!” He blasted many deadly explosions your way, but he knew you could take it. “Get recovery girl!’‘ Midnight yelled, about to stop Bakugo from killing you. That was, until she saw you standing like nothing had happened. You had dodged every explosion?!?! NO WAY. “K-Katsuki.” You began crying, showing your arm to him. Your arm had 3rd degree burns, the blister bleeding and sizzling. “I-It hurts.” You looked up at him to show your puppy dog eyes as he immediately softened. “Then surrender! Go get help!” He yelled, confused at what you were doing. “No, I’m going to make you watch me in pain. Watch me cry, make it burn. Watch that you hurt me. I thought you loved me Katsuki.”

Immediately the crowd began booing Katsuki as he stared at you, at your hurt arm, feeling instant regret. Instantly he ran out of the center before running back to you. As the buzzer sounded off, you found yourself getting woozy and passing out from the pain.

You woke up in the room minutes later, an IV injected into your arm. You were still in your bloody uniform, except you had bandages on your burnt arm.

“You’re awake!” Katsuki rushed to your side, kissing your forehead in relief. “Y-you’re not mad?” You began crying as he just shook his head. “I couldn’t ever be mad after I did this to you. You were right, you do need this prize money. Now you can stay at UA, with me. It’s a win-win for both of us.” He kissed your forehead as he helped you stand.

“Come on! All the photographers want pics with you I guess. I’m not letting of of your hand so they’ll have to deal with it.”

I spent all night writing this ❤️❤️ If you wouldn’t mind leaving a comment so I know if people are actually enjoying my stuff! 😘😘

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nachohypno · 5 years

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I've always had this little crush on my best friend, Nick. He's cute and funny, but straight as fuck, sadly. My name is Adam. I'm a scientist. I love technology, it's such a marvelous thing. Almost anything can be acomplished these days with the help of it. I've recently managed to get a new gadget working, I call it "The amazing mind control device" (Though that's just a made-up name, I still have to find a more professional name for it). I'm planning to test it out on my best friend next time we hang out together. - "Please tell me you're not serious, bro" Nick seemed a bit mad, I've arrived late at the bar because i was calibrating the device. Arrived thirty minutes late, just before Nick was about to go. "Like, we barely hang out together anymore because of work." "So sorry man, i had to calibrate a new project i'm working on. Won't happen again, promise" I said, he raised a brow, then sighed. "A'ight, I'll take your word. Anyway, what's the important project?" Nice, maybe that's my chance! I grabbed the little machine from my bag and showed it to him. "Haven't tested it yet, but i have a good feeling about it. Its supposed to... Uh... Help with... workouts! " I obviously lied. Couldn't give that information to my future subject, much less in a public place. "Really? That sounds so cool! How does it work? Can I try it out?" I knew the "workouts" part would catch his attention, I pointed the little machine towards him and pressed a button. Nick's face quickly started to lose emotion. "I'm feeling so... Dizzy" He said, I kept pressing the button until his face went blank and his eyes had some spirals in them.

"Nick, why don't we go to my house? You feel really tired" "Sure bro... Let's go" He got up and started walking out of the bar. I paid for the stuff and headed out the bar too. - After we arrived, I've told him to sit down on the couch. "So, you understand that everything i tell you its the truth, right?" I said and sitted in front of him in a chair. "Yeah... You tell the truth" He answered, he looked so hot with the spirals in his eyes and the blank face. "Alright then, you also understand that you are deeply in love with me, and because of that you would do anything for me, obeying anything i tell you" I should be careful with this, the machine is still a prototype so he may wake up if i overload him with commands during the trance. Instead, his face started showing a slight dumb smile. "Yeah bro... I'm in love with you... would do anything for you... such a great bro" Huh, that worked out as i expected. I pointed the machine again towards him and pressed another button, he seemed to return to his senses slowly, until finally he woke up. He looked around, like he was surprised to be in my house instead of the bar, but then he looked at me and smiled. "Hey, looking good tonight bro, pretty handsome" I blushed, then got up from my chair and sat next to him on the coach. He put his hand behind my head and pulled me in for a kiss, I couldn't believe what was happening, the machine worked! and even better, I was making out with Nick! I broke the kiss and said "Take off your clothes", he looked at me blankly for a second, but quickly returned to normal with a big smile. "Sure bro, whatever you want!" then he took off his shirt, revealing his bodybuilder torso, then his pants and lastly his underwear, his 7' inches cock springing free. I took it in my mouth and began sucking my new boyfriend's dick. - After all the fun that night, I kissed Nick one last time and gave him some new suggestions. "You will send me a photo showing off your body when at home" "After some days you'll ask me to move with you" etc, stuff like that. After a while Nick sent me a photo, seems like things were just starting to get funny.

#hypnosis #hypnotized #gay hypnosis #mind control #brainwash #brainwashing #straight to gay

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thenocturnalmushroom · 4 years

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Taking Care - AshEiji

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Banana Fish Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ash Lynx/Okumura Eiji Characters: Ash Lynx, Okumura Eiji Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Established Relationship, Fluff, Sickfic, Self Indulgent

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Eiji felt as if he was going to freeze from inside out. It was supposed to be warmer inside the Banana Fish Café, even more with all the heaters on, but he couldn’t feel any difference. He felt as cold as half an hour before when he got into the store, completely soaked after facing the heavy rain that was falling outside, on his way from college. Chills ran down his body and his nose was getting annoyingly stuffy, but he refused to admit he was getting sick - he had work to do and didn’t want to worry anyone because of a stupid cold. He could endure a few hours of work without any problem, even more knowing that, thanks to the storm out there, they would have only a few customers that night; not even their famous coffee and sweets would be able to draw people out of their cozy, dry houses.

“Atchoo!”, Eiji sneezed so hard that he almost dropped the tray he was holding with empty glasses and cups he had just cleaned from one of the tables. Luckily, Ash was around and he was fast enough to help him before a tragedy happened.

“Bless you, little tornado!”, he smiled playfully, taking the tray out of the other boy’s hands and placing it on the pass. Eiji couldn’t help but feel a pinkish shadow coming up to his cheeks – no matter how many times the boy saw that smile, it always made his heart race. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah…”, the shorter boy sniffed, his voice coming out oddly nasally. “I think my nose doesn’t get along with this terrible weather.”

“Feel you, bro.”, Shorter said, suddenly appearing on the other side of the pass to collect the dirty dishes. “My nose always turn into a snot waterfall on days like that.”

“That wasn’t disgusting. Not at all.”, Ash laughed, trying to hit his friend with a towel of drying glasses as the other boy headed for the sink with the glasses and cups, barely missing it. When his eyes rested again on Eiji, the Japanese boy could see a flash of concern pass through them. “Are you really okay?”, his tone was soft and fond, the tone he saved exclusively for his boyfriend and that always made Eiji’s heart melt like sugar cubes in a cup of coffee. He couldn’t help but smile.

“I’m fine.”, he assured him, his smile becoming even more tender with the attentive way his boyfriend looked after him. Ash was always careful and protective over him, so much that sometimes it was easy to forget who was the oldest one and who was the youngest one between them. “Don’t worry, Ash.”

“If you say…”, Ash shrugged, but Eiji could tell that the concern hadn’t completely abandoned his beautiful jade-colored eyes. The boy thought about reassure him once again that he was all right, but he completely lost the line of thought when his boyfriend put one of his hands on his waist and leaned in to kiss the top of his head. Ash probably shouldn’t have done it during work, even more there, where the customers could have a great view of the scene, but… the taller boy never cared about PDA, not when it comes to Eiji; he seemed, actually, incredible happy and proud of it, as if he wanted to make it clear to everyone how much he loved and appreciated his boyfriend. It never fails to make Eiji become a blushing mess. “Just tell me if you feel anything not fine.”, Eiji nodded, still felling the sweet burning on his cheeks, just before Ash walk away, back to his place next to the espresso machine.

Eiji was right about the café receiving only a little amount of customers that day; the more the rain increase its rage, the less customers came in through the door. But, in other hand, those ones already in, seemed not to want to leave the place, not at all, ordering another coffee or one more slice of cake as an excuse to stay a little longer in the dry, warm store – Eiji couldn’t blame them for it.

The lack of business should make things easier for Eiji, but his body didn’t seem to want to cooperate with him. As the minutes passed, the boy felt his body getting heavier and his breathing become more difficult, making him feel exhausted with the least effort. He was shaking from cold at the same time he could feel his skin burning from the fever, yet he was stubborn enough to continue working without letting anyone notice his miserable condition.

It’s just a cold, he repeated to himself, over and over again, there is no need to bother anyone because of something so small. He had just a few hours left to the end of his shift, he could bear with it.

Without having many customers to serve, his uncle Ibe, the owner and manager of the café, made him check the storage and make a list of what they would need to include in the next order to their supplier. It was supposed to be an easy task, but Eiji's blurred sight turned even doing a simple list of supplies into something hard to do. In a few minutes, the boy could include headache and dizziness on his own list – the list of annoying symptoms of his annoying cold. He was starting to think that maybe it would be better to ask his uncle to end his shift a little earlier that day.

A strong dizziness hit Eiji as he lifted his head a little too quickly from the paper block in his hands, to check one of the highest shelves, making everything in his vision spin around. His body was finally paying the price for his stubbornness; he could feel his body becoming lighter and numb, suddenly too weak to keep stand, while a shadow began to darken his peripheral vision, like a veil falling over his eyes. Eiji waited for the imminent impact against the floor, but that impact never came. When he realized, a very familiar warmth was involving his body, preventing him from falling.

He could recognize those protective arms wrapping his body anywhere; they were his favorite place in the world.

“I told you to tell me if you weren’t feeling well.”, Ash sighed close to his ear, clearly not surprised by his boyfriend's stubbornness. A moment later, and the cold hand of the blonde-haired boy touched his forehead, making Eiji tremble slightly with the pleasant sensation of the cool touch on his fiery skin. “You're burning with a fever!”

I’m fine was the words that came up to his tongue, but Eiji shallowed them back; it made no sense for him to try to fool himself or anyone else. He was feeling terrible and the only thing he wanted to do at that moment was to go up to his apartment and throw himself into his bed.

Slowly, Eiji turned into Ash’s arms until he stood facing him, burying his face in the crook of this boyfriend’s neck. “Sorry. I really thought I could handle it.”

Ash let out a long sigh, squeezing the boy's body even tighter to his.

“You keep saying I shouldn’t carry things all by myself, but in the end it's you who always ends up trying to deal with everything alone.”, he laid a tender kiss on top of his boyfriend's head, making Eiji's not-so-stable legs tremble a little more.

“It’s just a cold…”, the older boy knew he was just being stubborn again, but he couldn’t help but saying those words.

Ash laughed against his hair. “Come here... I'll take you home.”, he pulled away from Eiji just enough to face him. “Can you walk or…”, a playful smile came over his lips, making his eyes shine with sheer amusement. “… or do you want me to carry you in the princess-style?”

Eiji winced at the thought. “No fucking way.”

Ibe, of course, allowed both boys to end their shifts earlier that night - Eiji clearly couldn’t be left alone and Ash was the most trustful person to take a good care of him -, but he didn’t do it without giving his nephew a quick reprimand for hiding his unwellness first.

With a firm arm wrapped around his boyfriend's waist, Ash slowly guided Eiji upstairs where his small apartment was, next to Ibe's. Eiji's apartment wasn’t even half of the size of his uncle's, but the boy found it perfect; even though it was a one-room apartment, it was enough to accommodate all his books and photo albums with the pictures he took as hobby. And that was all that mattered to him.

Ash made Eiji change his clothes and wear some comfortable pajamas before letting him, finally, throw himself into bed; the boy was so tired that if it hadn’t been for his boyfriend's insistence he would have slipped under the blankets in his work uniform. Eiji must have nodded off for a few minutes, because when he opened his eyes again, a cold towel was being carefully placed on his forehead, causing him a small shiver. The sensation was good, like cooling off after a walk under the summer sun.

“Take a rest, Eiji.”, Ash softly whispered, touching Eiji's face gently. “I'll prepare something for you to eat.”

“Thank you...”, a small, but full of gratefulness smile came to Eiji's lips as he took one of his hands out from the blankets and laid it on his boyfriend’s one. Ash's touch always brought with it a cozy sensation that spread all over Eiji’s body, making him feel better no matter what. Ash was his best medicine.

“That's what good boyfriends are for.”, the taller boy laughed softly, stroking the other boy’s cheek slowly with his thumb for a long second, before bending over to place a quick kiss on his boyfriend's lips. “I'll be back in a minute.”

Eiji was tired, but didn’t want to fall asleep. Nevertheless, as Ash headed to the kitchen, the boy closed his eyes, letting his whole body relax, wrapped in the warmth of the blankets and Ash's presence, a few steps away.

Eiji was awakened by a delicious scent coming from the kitchen. The boy didn’t know how long he had dozed off, but it seemed it had been long enough for Ash to cook him dinner. Taking the still fresh towel off his forehead - Ash must have damped it again while he was sleeping -, Eiji sat comfortably against the headboard of his bed, trying to peek at what his boyfriend was preparing on the other side of his apartment. Ash also had time to change his barista uniform into his casual clothes, the boy could notice.

“It smells good.”, he commented, catching the attention of the other boy. Ash turned just enough to offer him a smile.

“It’s almost done, sleepyhead. Get ready to try the best chicken soup you've ever had in your life!”, Eiji couldn’t help but smile in response.

A little over five minutes later, Ash walked back to his boyfriend's side, with a steamy plateful of the promised chicken soup. If the soup was as delicious as the smell… Just at that moment, Eiji realized how hungry he was; his belly roared audibly when Ash sat on his bed, in front of him.

“Here, open your mouth.”, the younger boy said, carefully holding a spoon full of soup.

Eiji frowned. “I can eat by myself!”, he assured him, feeling his cheeks blushing - and that had nothing to do with his fever. “I'm not that bad.”

“Are you sure? You look pretty shitty to me.”, Ash tried to look serious, even worried, as he said those words, but the corners of his mouth, struggling not to curl into a smile, showed how much he was having fun with it.

“Oh, how sweet…”, Eiji just rolled his eyes and Ash gave up trying to hide his smile. Pouting a little bit, the raven-haired boy took the plate of soup from his boyfriend's hands, shoving a spoonful of the liquid into his mouth, a little grudgingly. But his grimace fell apart the moment the soup touched his tongue. “It’s delicious!”, he exclaimed, a second before taking another spoonful.

Ash's playful smile turned into a legitimate smile of satisfaction and pride.

“I told you it would be the best chicken soup you have ever tried!”

Eiji finished the soup in a few minutes, just long enough for Ash to find a fever medicine and get a glass of water for his boyfriend. The sick boy took his medicine and relaxed back against the headboard of the bed, feeling way better. His fever was coming down and he felt no more dizziness or weakness; the headache still bothered him, but it was slowly fading away as well.

With his stomach full and warm, a pleasant drowsiness began to make his eyelids weigh; when he realized, his body had already slipped under the blankets once again. A soft touch on his face was what prevented him from diving into unconsciousness, making him open his eyes only to find a beautiful pair of jade eyes hovering a few inches from his face. And they were getting closer. And even closer… and even…

“No!”, Eiji raised both hands to cover Ash's mouth before he approached his. “I don’t want you to get sick, too!”

The taller boy snorted into the palm of his boyfriend’s hand, using one of his hand to push away the other boy's ones - and taking advantage of it to intertwine their fingers together.

“I don’t get sick so easy.”, he assured him, drawing, almost without noticing, small circles over the back of his boyfriend's hand with his thumb. “And your kisses worth the risk, anyway.”, he shrugged, as if it were more than a good enough reason for him.

Eiji thought about trying to argue, but he gave up in a second - even more because, well, he also wanted to kiss Ash, a lot. Carefully, the boy put his free hand on Ash's cheek, stroking it tenderly as he brought his face closer to his. His body slightly shivered with pleasure as their lips touched, at first softly, only to dive deeper into the other’s mouth a few moments later.

“Love you.”, Eiji whispered fondly when their lips finally parted, he had no idea how long later. The corners of his mouth was shaped into a smile full of love and sweetness; the same cozy feelings he could see reflected in Ash's eyes.

“I love you too, my angel.”, the other boy leaned over to steal one more kiss from him, before burying his face in the crook of Eiji's neck, covering the smaller boy's body with his own.

“Are you going to sleep here tonight?”, Eiji asked, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s body. Ash always seemed especially calm into his arms, like a meek cat - and Eiji just loved it. “Don’t you have classes tomorrow?”

“Taking care of my sick boyfriend is more important than that.”, Ash kissed his boyfriend’s neck playfully, making a pleasant shiver run through the older boy's body. Normally, Eiji would tell to the other boy that he shouldn’t skip his classes because of him, but... not that night. Not when the only thing he wanted was to be able to sleep and wake up with the warmth of Ash's body wrapping his own.

“Thank you, Ash. For everything.”, the words came out of Eiji's mouth no louder than a whisper. He could feel Ash's lips smiling against the skin of his neck.

“I told you: that's what good boyfriends are for.”, Eiji felt the other boy's laughter vibrate through his body, making his chest softer and warmer.

“You’re the best boyfriend.”, the raven-haired boy let his fingers run slowly through the golden strands of his boyfriend's hair - always so soft to the touch and smelling like sunflowers. “But don’t get too full of yourself because of that.”

“Too late.”, Ash's voice sounded so low that Eiji could barely hear him; the boy was crossing the line of unconsciousness, moving toward the happy dreams he was about to have that night - there was no way Ash could have bad dreams when he was in the arms of the boy he loved.

Eiji said nothing, afraid to disturb the quiet sleep that was approaching his boyfriend; he just kissed his forehead gently and closed his eyes to follow Ash to the dream world.

Two days later, it was Eiji's turn to take care of his sick boyfriend.

“I told you.”, Eiji sighed. He was sitting in a chair beside Ash's bed, watching the other boy eating.

“Shut up!”, Ash grumbled, his mouth full of the rice porridge that Eiji had cooked for him as dinner - okayu, or something like that. “It was worth it.”

#Banana Fish #Asheiji #ash lynx #Eiji Okumura #Fanfiction #Fanfic #Fic #Coffee Shop AU

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lunanight2012 · 5 years

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A Tale as Old as Time? Pt 1

This is a story beween my oc Cindy Luna Charming, twin sister to Chad Charming Jr, and Harry Hook. I know its not that great but I hope you guys like the first part of this story!

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I took a deep breath, two days ago King Ben and Lady Mal took down the barrier forever. Now school is back in session and some of those vks were going to be going to Auradon Prep.

"Including him." I muttered to myself, rushing back to my vanity, organizing what little stuff I had on it.

Harry Hook. The one VK who, on the day the barrier came down, stole my heart. Yes, I know it sounds cheesy but he did.

"Lu, you coming?" Chad asked, peeking into my room.

"Yes, just grabbing my camera!" I exclaimed, grabbing my Polaroid camera.

Chad Charming Jr. Aka my twin brother. He got the looks, i got the brains. My name is Cindy Luna Charming, but I just go by Luna.

"Why do you use that old thing?" Chad asked me, gesturing at my camera.

"It's so I can have physical pictures. Plus you know how much I love this camera. It may be outdated but I can get refills for the film online." I explained with a smile.

"Whatever, come on, Audrey is waiting for me!" Chad exclaimed, rushing ahead of me.

Today we welcome the new VKs to the school. Including one Harry Hook. Fixing my light blue skirt one last time I walked outside and towards where Jane and Carlos were.

"Luna! Good timing! The Limousines are just pulling up!" Jane exclaimed.

I uncovered the lens of my camera and took a picture of the Limousines pulling up, I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck standing up as the band, led by Doug, started playing.

The Limousines parked and Jay got out of the driver's seat and like a chauffeur, opened the back door.

Placing my first photo inside an album i quickly took another picture of Uma, daughter of Ursula, getting out. Putting the photo away to develop later, I get ready to take another picture.

Next was Gil, oldest son of Gaston, strong but naive. Jay had mentioned he was going to skip a year of school and go adventuring with Gil. But I think he will do that after graduation next year.

Taking a picture of Gil and Jay chest bumping made me giggle. Putting the picture away I placed my camera to my face to take a picture of the next VK to step out.

Harry Hook. Taking the picture I froze, he seemed to be looking around for someone. I highly doubt it was me. He was probably looking at all the other girls. Pushing up my glasses I quickly placed the photo in my album.

More VKs piled out from the other 2 Limousines. Celia, Dizzy, Squirmy, and Squeaky, the VKs that were invited over before the barrier was taken down came out of the 2nd limo.

From the third limo, I didn't really recognize any of them.

"Who are they?" I asked Carlos, as I took pictures of each VK exiting.

"That's Diego De Ville, my cousin, he's got a band pack on the isle but I'm sure him and Doug will get along great. And those two are the sons of My mother's henchmen, their names are Jace and Harry. And that last person is Yzla, daughter of Yzma." Carlos explained, waving at the four.

I nodded, I remembered hearing about them, well, their parents. King Ben and Lady Mal welcomed the new VKs to Auradon. I took the chance to take a few more photos, hiding my face every time I saw Harry looking around. Soon I was able to sneak away back to my room to develop the photos. What I didn't realize was that Harry was watching me.

Back in my room, I take a breath and walk over to my small couch and take all the photos out and start to shake them, letting them develop.

I pick back up the one of Him. My face heating up as I realize I caught him looking directly at me.

"No…. It's a coincidence. Nothing more." I explained to myself putting the photo in my photo album.

A strange tapping came from my door. I froze, that wasn't Chad's knocking, and it sure wasn't Jane.

"Who is it?" I asked, a little nervous.

"Luna! It's Mal, can you come out for a moment?" Mal asked through the door.

I sighed with relief and walked over to the door, opening it up.

"Guys this is Luna Charming. Chad Charming's twin sister. She knows this school inside and out. She can show you to your dorms and you all know your classes! Uma, I shall see you later, the rest of you if you have any questions please ask me, Ben, Evie, Carlis, Jay, or even Luna." Mal explained.

Crud, I forgot I was in charge of showing them to their dorms. Rushing back into my room, stumbling over my bag I grab my clipboard that had all of their dorms on it.

"Luna right? I would have thought Cinderella would've named her daughter a C name." Gil questioned, earning an elbow to the side from Uma.

"Actually my first name is Cindy. Cindy Luna Charming. But everyone calls me Luna." I explained, looking at my clipboard. I could feel Harry Hook's eyes on me.

"This way!" I exclaimed, closing the door to my room. I led the group down the hall, stopping to show where Uma and Celia would be bunking, then letting Dizzy know she would be staying with Evie at her castle, ahem, starter castle. Then we got to the boy's area. Harry and Jace would be bunking together, Diego got a room with the twins, and Harry Hook and Gil were bunking together.

I bowed my head and scurred off before Harry could say anything. I was so embarrassed. I ran to my room and closed the door, plopping down on my bed as I pondered what momma would say.

"You need to find yourself a good prince." I imitated my mom.

Sighing I sat up and got ready for my first class, Flora and Fauna, also known as Plants and Animals.

"Maybe he won't be in this class." I muttered hopefully as I headed to class.

Arriving at the class, I was happy to see that Harry wasn't in my class. A sigh of relief escaped my lips as I took my usual seat. Pulling out my notebook and my book, getting ready for class to start.

"This seat taken?" An all too familiar voice asked, causing me to freeze up, I shook my head, keeping my eyes on my notebook.

He pulled out a chair and sat down, setting his hook down on the table next to me as he pulled out his stuff. I took a peek at him. he was wearing black eyeliner and a black pirate vest with buckles going down, and he looked like he has just came straight from the isle. I quickly look down before he could see me.

"Luna right?" He asked.

"Y-yea." I stuttered out.

"Well lass, I believe we met a couple days ago. At that party." Harry explained grabbing his hook.

I could feel goosebumps going down my arms.

I could feel his hook on my ponytail holder.

"I would love to see you with your hair down Luna." He stated.

Before I could respond Chad walked in and rushed over.

"That's my seat Hook." Chad glared at Harry.

"Oh but I am already seated Junior!" Harry taunted.

"Students! Quiet! Chad take a seat next to Doug." Mr Happy, the dwarf explained.

Chad glared at Hook before sitting across from me, next to Doug. Class began, learning about Hook's crocodile. Harry being a tiny bit of a teacher's pet, knowing all about it.

"If ye make tick-tock noises at the crocodiles they will follow you, making it easier to lead them away from a drownin fella." Harry exclaimed.

I took diligent notes, trying my best to not doodle on my notes. The bell rang.

"Alright class, next week we shall discuss the other sea creatures."

I packed up my stuff and rushed out of there, my face red and my heart racing. I got to my locker and switched out books to my Photography and you class.

"What was that about Lu." Chad asked, startling me.

"What do you mean Chad?" I ask, a bit confused.

"The VK! I know Ben and Mal say they can be reformed to be good but I don't trust him." Chad explained glaring down the hall, I turn to see Harry at his locker chatting with Gil and Uma.

"Give them a chance bro. They did help save everyone. And from what Carlos told me, they found you in a closet wanting your mommy. If it wasn't for Harry, Uma, and Gil I wouldn't be here! I'd be a statue still." I explained, poking his chest.

"Fine whatever, but if he hurts you he will not be in a good place." Chad tried to threaten.

"Behave. I have to get to class. Bye Chad!" I exclaimed as I rushed to my Photography class.

Harry hovered behind Lonnie. "Is she taken?" He asked her, gesturing at me.

"Luna? No, I don't believe she's ever had a boyfriend." Lonnie explained before heading to fencing practice.

Harry smiled a toothy grin before following Uma and Gil to their goodness class.

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Lunch time finally came around which meant I could go to my room and go through all the photos I took that morning. Smiling at the one of Gil and Jay chest bumping.

"Two bros hanging out." I said to myself, giggling.

My mom used to tell me I got her skills and her laugh, but I never particularly liked my laugh. Too frilly.

I sighed as I added the photos to my scrapbook. Save for the Harry Hook one. I put that one under my pillow. After hiding that picture i went back to decorating my scrapbook.

A knock on my door startled me but didn't pull me away from my task.

"Come in!" I called.

The door opened, and a male chuckle sounded.

"So this is what yer room looks like lassie, it's nice." Harry exclaimed.

I jumped a good foot off my chair, falling over. Harry rushed over and caught me in a tilted position.

"Ye okay lass?" Harry asked me, a bit of concern on his face.

All I could do was nod. He set me back on my feet. I straightened my skort and my top.

"So you take pictures eh? But I don't see one of me?" Harry questioned.

I felt my face heat up. "T-the picture didn't come out right! S-sorry!" I stuttered out.

"Oh? What tis this?" Harry asked grabbing the photo of him, that I hadn't realized was peeking out from under my pillow, and held it up.

My face must've been incredibly red from my embarrassment. I stuttered nonsense, trying to hide my crush on him.

Harry chuckled, setting the photo down on top of my pillow before walking back towards me. The look on his face was that of a predator, and it gave me goosebumps and a bit of adrenaline.

"So my little duckling why did you hide the photo you took of me?" Harry asked, a shit eating grin on his face.

This is where I surprised even myself.

I gave him a smirk. "Maybe I just didn't want anyone to see it." I commented, grabbing the tip of his hook.

Harry went wide eyed for a moment before chuckling.

"Well then. You intrigue me my little duckling." Harry explained as he took his leave.

The moment Harry was out of the room and my door closed, my legs finally gave out and I crumbled to the floor. A shit eating grin on my face.

"That felt amazing." I stated to myself.

Being around Harry gave me adrenaline. A big smile stretched across my face. And I absolutely love the feeling.

I sat up straight when the bell rang. "Oh no! I'm late for class!!!" I exclaimed grabbing my bag, books, and notebooks and rushed out of my room.

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Fairies 101 was always an interesting class, Fairy Godmother was probably my favorite teacher. Granted I'm best friends with Fairy Godmother's daughter, Jane. Mal was in my class too. This week we were discussing the fairies in Neverland. But I couldn't focus on that. Looking down at my notebook I realized I had been sketching Harry's face.

My face became bright red as I quickly flipped to a new page. He was all I could think of. All I could be thankful for was that there were only two people that knew about my crush. Jane and Carlos. My two best friends.

As soon as class was over I was rushing to my room, I was done with classes and I wanted to get a head start on my homework and hope a hook wielding pirate wouldn't run into me.

#Harry hook x oc #harry hook #cindy luna charming #descendants fanfiction #harry hook imagine

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cncobby · 5 years

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Fluffy ABC’s series: Joel

happy new years my loves! i hope 2019 is good to all of us (its still 2019 in california but eh close enought)

so this is a new series (maybe) that i’m thinking of starting!! i got inspo while browsing through tumblr and i saw a couple other fandom writers for marvel do this so I wanted to do it for Joel at least bc he my baby but if you guys like this i’m thinking of doing it for the rest of the boys?? lmk what you think!!

i thrive on positive (or any) feedback so hearing what you guys think motivates me and lets me know how i’m doing so i can write more!!

A = Attractive: what do they find attractive about the other?

For you its definitely his hair, you love running your hand through his curls and playing with his hair while you guys are all cuddled up. He loves your smile, the way it lights up the room when he makes you laugh and how your nose scrunches up just slightly when one of the boys tells a bad joke.

B = Baby: do they want a family? why/why not?

He most DEF wants a family with you. We know homeboy wants seven (why this specific number I have NO idea) but he always daydreams about this all the time. Sometimes you guys will just be sitting on the couch, cuddling and watching Netflix or something when he’ll suddenly be like “so when we have kids do I have any say in their names?” And you’re jokingly like “boy who told you I’m giving you kids” he’s like “um duh we’re having seven. Three girls and four boys ... We’ll have to buy a big house since they’re not gonna wanna share when they’re older.”

C = Cuddle: how do they cuddle?

Like a fucking koala. Literally wraps you around him like a blanket. His head below yours so you can play with his curls. This is his favorite when you guys are lying in bed, trying to fall asleep, or just waking up. He’ll hold you against his body if you try to leave “five more minutes baby, then we’ll get up”

D = Dates: what are dates with them like?

They're super lowkey, but that doesn’t mean they’re anything less than special. You both love nights in since he doesn’t get to spend much time at home with you, so any chance you guys get to cuddle up and catch up on tv while eating your fave foods is always a good time. Its also a good idea so you guys don’t end up getting mobbed/bombarded by fans or paparazzi. Even though most of your dates are at home, he goes out of his way to make them special and surprises you every time. Whether it be ordering food from you favorite restaurant, or hiring a private chef, or sprinkling rose petals on the floor, he knows exactly how to bring a smile to your face.

E = Everything: “you are my ____” (e.g my life, my world…)

“You are my sunshine.” He always compares your smile to the sun.

“Why do you always say I’m like the sun?”

“Because you’re the biggest star in my solar system”

“that was so cheesy”

“yeah but you love it”

F = Feelings: when did they know they were falling in love?

I feel like it’d be super random and unexpected, like he was having a bad day so you spammed him with goofy pictures and videos and he just felt his heart burst with this overwhelming amount of fondness for you. He looked at your face with that stupid filter on it and just thought at how sad he’d be if he wasn’t able to see that everyday.

G = Gentle: are they gentle? If so, how?

I feel like during sex he’d def be more the slow and sensual type. He loved taking his time with you and seeing all the different sounds and expressions you made when he’d kiss you in certain places. Not to say he wouldn’t be rough at certain times, but I feel like he’s the more gentle love making type.

H = Hand/Hold: how do they like to hold? how do they like to hold hands?

He likes to hold your hands, but a lot of the time he’ll grip your waist while your arm is slung around his. He likes the closeness of this since he doesn’t get to walk around like this with you all the time.

I = Impression: first impression/s

So you were a low-key super fan of them, like running a blog about them super fan but when you saw him randomly at a coffee shop you were like “oh fuck do I ask him for a picture?? Do I respect his privacy?? WHAT DO I DO” but u ended up like just sitting there and not picking any solutions.

He saw you sitting there alone and was like hooooly who that be. A part of him hoped that you recognized him and were a fan and wanted a picture so that you’d come a talk to him but after he stood around for a few minutes he was like “fuck she has no clue who I am” so as he was walking towards you someone accidentally ran into him and his drink spilled. All . Over . Your . shirt. You were like “holy fuck” and his brain went into panic mode and was like omg I’m so sorry are you ok?? Here take my jacket and legit stripped off his jacket and put it around you.

And then it was like a really awkward period where you were like silent and petrified and he was panicking bc “oh fuck i spilled a drink on the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen.” But then you eventually were like “...well this wasn’t how I was gonna ask my favorite singer for a picture, but...” And he feels such relieft bc OMG she doesnt hate me. You end up getting your picture (and his number!!) and leave smelling like coffee, but with a cute new hoodie and potential boyfriend.

J = Joker: are they into pulling pranks?

He’s not that big of a prankster. The only reoccurring prank he does is surprise you by showing up randomly at your work/school/house when he’s supposed to be on tour. He prob tells super corny jokes ESPECIALLY when you’re having a bad day so you smile at how bad they are.

K = Kisses: how do they kiss?

Lots of quick smooches, one quirk is that he loves to kiss the back of your hand. Every so often, he’ll steal your breath with a slow, deep kiss that leaves you dizzy.

L = Love: who says I love you first?

Well after he realized that you were a fan he knew that you loved him but you were afraid to say it too early out of fear that he’d think it was just fangirl admiration. You don’t officially say it until he does, but he hears you whisper to it after you thought he had fallen asleep.

M = Memory: their favourite moment together

When he brought you home to his family for the first time, and you just fit. His mom loved you (thank god you were both freaking out over this) and his brothers instantly bonded with you as if you were their sister. His brothers teased him to no end, but were happy they finally had a sister to love and care for.

N = Nickel: do they spoil?

He looooves spoiling you. But not only materialistically, even though he loves to buy you gifts. He knows you prefer smaller more meaningful gifts than extravagant ones, so he’ll always buy things with your name on it from all the countries he visits, or sends you one of his hoodies with his cologne sprayed on top so it’s like he’s home with you.

O = Orange: what colour reminds them of their other half

For some reason, he has a habit of buying you things that are yellow. Once you asked him why, and he said that it reminded him of your smile, the way you light up a room when you laugh or giggle. Also goes along with how he says you’re his sunshine.

P = Petnames: what pet names do they use?

Lots of babe/baby, especially when he’s whining for your attention.

“hey babe what hat should i wear?”

“baby come cuddle with me”

“look at how cute you are look at how cuuuute my baby is”

He calls you angel on certain occasions, like if you’re mad at him or when you’re having a bad day and he’s trying to cheer you up.

“angel whats wrong?”

“i’m sorry angel, you know I didn’t mean it like that”

“look angel!! this is how happy you make me”

Q = Quaint: what is their favourite non-modern thing?

He loves black and white silent movies. You guys will often call/facetime each other and watch these movies together, making stupid comments throughout the movie to each other.

R = Rainy Day: what do they like to do on a rainy day?

You guys loved to cook/bake on rainy days. Lots of reenacting scenes from your favorite musicals and doing lots of duets of your favorite songs together. (This results in lots of burned cookies)

S = Sad: how do they cheer themselves/each other up

Lots of times he’ll just call you because he’s on tour and will go on a long rant about whatever’s bothering him. But if he’s there with you, you’ll instantly be able to tell if he’s upset bc he’ll just look really pouty and in those times the thing he loves is when you lay his head down on your lap and just gives him a scalp massage while asking whats bothering him.

T = Talking: What do they love to talk about/hear you talk about?

He really likes it when you talk about school/your job because although he loves his life sometimes its nice to feel like a normal person. He likes to talk about all the dumb shennanigans the boys do when on tour and all the beautiful places he’s seen.

U = Unencumbered: What helps them relax?

Sounds corny and predictable, but singing. He loves doing covers of all songs, and when he’s feeling stressed he likes to cuddle and serenade you.

V = Vaunt: what do they like to show off? What are they proud of?

He loves to show off your couple pics to all the boys. They often find him just scrolling through his photo albums looking at the pictures you guys took together. “Look guys, look how photogenic we are.” “Bro we know you’ve shown us that picture like a million times”

W = Wedding: when, how, where do they propose?

It was about two years after you guys started dating, and you were talking to him about which job offer to take, the current job you had allowed you to travel with him if you wanted to go on tour with him, but the new job you were offered was a definite step up from the one you had, but wouldn’t give you as much freedom. He obviously wanted you to take that one, but you were worried that it’d put a strain on your relationship since you wouldn’t be seeing each other that often and your trust issues started to creep into your mind when all of a sudden he was like “Well would being married make you feel better?”

And you’re like “…did you just”

A smirk starts to creep up on his face, “Did I just ask you to marry me? I think so, what do you think angel? Wanna get hitched?”

You low-key wanna smack that smug smirk off his face but you’re too stunned and just nod. “Yeah I’ll marry you dork”

Later you guys are cuddling after you ‘celebrated’ your engagement and you’re like ... “You do know your mom is gonna kill you for proposing like this though” and he’s like “FUCK you right”

X = Xylophone: What’s their song?

Sun and Moon from Miss Saigon. The lyrics represented your relationship so well, and you’d always ask him to sing this to you if you weren’t able to fall asleep

Y = You the ___ to my ___ (e.g the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

He’s a dork so he’d prob make some corny joke like

“You’re the bomb to my diggity”

The boys overhear him say that to you and are like bro PLEASE never say that again

Z = Zebra: if they wanted a pet, what pet would they get?

We know his family already has three dogs so I’m sure he’d get another dog! Especially to keep you company when he’s away on tour or doing band stuff!! Bonus scene: I can so see him coming home randomly like “…I got us another dog” and you’re like

“JOEL WE TALKED ABOUT THIS”

“ok listen but I went to go get more dog food and he just looked SO SAD”

i hope you guys like it!! its longer than most of my headcannosn and is a different style but i had so much fun writing this and its dear to my heart so show her some love <3

#cnco #cncowners #cncowner #cnco imagines #cnco fanfic #joel pimentel #christopher velez #richard camacho #erick brian colon #cnco headcanon #fluffy abc's

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liam-93-productions · 5 years

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Liam’s Interview for Men’s Health Australia

When we arrive in springtime London to meet with singer Liam Payne, he’s at the centre of a heaving team of staff, fussing around a small hotel room in the heart of the city. It’s a small whirlwind overlooking a comparatively peaceful Hyde park.

Amongst all the drama, Payne remains unruffled. He’s alert, aware of every person and conversation in the room, yet oddly at ease with the lunacy ensuing, greeting me with a traditional British bro-shake.

His calm under pressure is perhaps a product of his adolescent stint as one-fifth of the world’s biggest boy band, One Direction, an experience in which an ability to find your equilibrium amid chaos was an essential survival skill.

What’s immediately apparent is that Payne is a surprisingly self-aware and largely egoless 25-year- old, no mean feat for a man who’s helped sell over 50 million albums in the past decade.

“You’re kind of known sometimes as, ‘the guy from that band’, which is not really where you want to be at a certain point,” Payne says within minutes of our first meeting. It’s a refreshing show of vulnerability so early on, setting the tone for a poignant, sometimes emotionally raw two-day encounter with the star. “If you are what you think you are, then you don’t have to fucking prove anything.”

Delivered with a hint of defiance, it’s a sentiment that applies whether you happen to be a popstar or a product manager.

“I’ve got a lot of things wrong in my time, but they were also the moments that I’ve learned the most about myself,” Payne adds. “The moments to do with fear, patience, intelligence, all those different things.”

The truth is, Payne has lived his life in fast forward, cramming youthful missteps, naïve blunders and redemptive wisdom into one dizzying decade in the crucible of pop-culture stardom, a vortex that generally chews up and spits out young men. Instead he’s emerged, if not fully formed, then certainly as a man acutely aware of who he is. He’s as unsure as the rest of us what happens next – there aren’t many five-year plans in pop stardom – but you’d be hard-pressed to find a guy more ready to seize his potential and make his mark. And that’s an enviable position to be in, whatever direction you want life to take you.

BOY BAND BLUES

At the height of their success, One Direction achieved the impossible, inducing Sixties-style hysteria in an era deemed too atomised for such levels of superstardom. A five-piece boy band, manufactured on TV’s X-Factor by none other than Simon Cowell, with universal appeal. The mop-top haircuts, cheesy grins and wholesome values echoed boy bands of decades past, with an updated millennial twist.

To fully grasp the band’s gigantic pop-cultural footprint consider this: One Direction are the only band in history to have their first four albums debut at Number 1 on the Billboard Hot 100, a feat not even The Beatles managed in their heyday.

“It literally was the perfect storm,” remembers Payne. “There were so many scenarios that had to fall into line for that to happen. It’s not something that can easily be recreated or probably ever will be because of the way the Internet was kicking off, the way The X Factor kicked off. I just think it was just dumb luck.”

Prior to meeting Payne I’d been given strict instructions not to ask any One Direction-related questions. As it turns out Payne freely offers up details of his decade in the eye of the boyband storm. Indeed, he’s happy to share, almost as a cautionary tale.

“It’s difficult when you have the level of fame that we had in the band,” he says. “There have been a lot of people in trouble with mental health that aren’t really getting the help that they need and I think that’s a bit of a problem in our industry. It’s the same shit that happens to everyone, that’s been happening since the 70’s. You know what the traps are and if you are lucky enough, like me, to be able to get out of that scenario and back into a sense of normality, then you know it’s a bit different.”

Payne was only 14 when One Direction blew up. Forced to grow and mature under the magnifying glass of the global media, his adolescence quickly became click-bait fodder and, despite the companionship of fellow band members, he remembers his 1D days as a lonely time, punctuated by alcohol abuse.

“When you’re doing hundreds and hundreds of [concerts] and it’s the same 22 songs at the same time every single day, even if you’re not happy, you’ve got to go out there,” he says. “It’s almost like putting the Disney costume on before you step up on stage and underneath the Disney costume I was pissed quite a lot of the time because there was no other way to get your head around what was going on. I mean it was fun. We had an absolute blast but there were certain parts of it where it just got a little bit toxic.”

It’s the only time in my two days with Payne that the mood darkens. The sentiment echoes around the empty room for a moment, Payne’s eyes glazing over as he’s transported back to those riotous days. Did he ever feel in control during those times? “No. Never.”

“I still struggle with it now,” he adds. “I really struggle to say no because I don’t like to let people down. It’s in my nature.”

If there’s anything Payne hopes his fans take away from his time in fame’s spin cycle, it’s to embrace your past for what it is and grow from it. That way, at least, you ensure the only direction in which you can head is forward.

PAYNE AND GAIN

As if to remind us that we are in fact in the UK, on my seconds day with Payne the spring weather gives way to frosty winds and constant light drizzle. It doesn’t seem to bother anyone in Payne’s camp. Today is the singer’s turn in front of the camera and he wears the dreary London day as well as his perfectly-tailored suit.

After much negotiation, we manage to get onto the rooftop of The Beaumont Hotel, giving Payne a chance to survey his turf. It’s the most at ease I’ve seen him in our time together, the rain seemingly washing away the last traces of his boyish nervousness.

For all his self-discovery and reflection, Payne seems to have solace from the trials of pop stardom in fitness. He’s energetic and you get the sense his next workout is never far from his mind. Even as we shoot on The Beaumont’s suddenly wet rooftop, he jumps at the chance to squeeze in a few triceps dips on a flimsy railing. It’s an odd look, the former boy-band star dressed in a beautifully tailored Hugo Boss suit, the contrast perhaps symbolic of the crossroads Payne now finds himself at.

The less than optimal workout gear not withstanding, Payne credits his newfound fondness for fitness for keeping him on the straight and narrow.

“For me, working out was one of the things that I really wanted to tick of the list ‘cause I always saw myself as that sort of sporty active person and I actually wasn’t,” he says, “I was smoking tons of cigarettes and drinking alcohol. It was the complete opposite but in my head I was still a 14 year-old cross country runner who was fucking on top of the table.”

And although it seems Payne may have simply traded one addiction for another, there’s no denying the positive effects his commitment to movement has had on him.

“I run every morning at the moment,” he says, showing off pictures from this morning’s run on his phone. “I’ve been getting up and doing a before sunrise sort of thing, whereas before I would have been out of bed at 11 and smoking cigarettes.”

Surprisingly for a man of his age, Payne’s workout motivation remains relatively pure, free of any vanity and at odds with the current gym-bro culture.

“I think it’s just having a gentler approach to things and not thinking that everything has to be brawn, muscle and testosterone,” he says. “Man, just fucking be a man about it but do it gently.”

At the same time his fitness journey isn’t solely about pursuing emotional growth. Payne is keen to increase his strength, offering inspiration to fellow “lanky lads”.

“My biggest problem training wise has always been trying to bulk up,” he says. “Bulking up is super hard and my metabolism is just so quick and I’m always on the go, so fitting food in has always been quite hard.”

Currently eating over 12,000 kJ a day in pursuit of size, no doubt spurred on by his latest workout partner, Mark Wahlberg. Payne needs to mantain this high-energy intake and systematic recovery plan to sustain his vigorous training schedule. And it doesn’t come easy. “I have ice baths every single day”, he says. “It’s a fucking mission to get yourself in and out.”

Hard as it may be, fitness has become Payne’s sanctuary, the therapy that keeps his mind in the right place. “The moment you have that little bit of time to yourself where you put your body through a bit of stress, it’s like everything just starts to fall into place.”

FIND YOUR BEARINGS

As I accompany Payne to meetings with stylists and photo shoots for German fashion house Hugo Boss, it’s hard not to reflect on the duality of his circumstances. It’s clear Payne is caught somewhere between boy and man. He mantains the youthful energy and humour that endeared him to millions of teenage girls worldwide, yet there’s a vulnerability and self-awareness many pop stars could benefit from. The partnership with the fashion giant makes a lot of sense, with Payne looking to solidify himself as a man of style and the brand hoping to appeal to a new generation. In Payne, they’ve found the perfect bridge between the old and the new.

The singer certaintly brings edgy appeal and a generous dollop of street creed to the table.

“I haven’t really managed to settle,” he says (...), as we approach at his mate’s photography studio. “(...) Everything happens five years earlier in my life. I should just blame Brexit. It’s fucking Brexit.”

“I’m single... with a goal,” he continues, as he holds me back from a passing black cab. He has a cheeky look, (...).

(...)

(...) although Payne isn’t in a rush to define himself as a solo artist just yet. Unlike his fellow 1D grads, he’s yet to release a full album, instead biding his time to explore his sound and, indeed, himself.

“At the moment, I’m kind of song searching a little bit, which is hard because a lot of songs sound the same to me,” Payne says. “I hope to tell more of a story about myself with the music. I think the first few songs I’ve done were fun and we were very lucky with the success we had, but it doesn’t necessarily paint the right picture of me.”

Indeed, Payne is keen to distance himself from the image he initially portrayed following the 1D departure, despise the success he enjoyed. On sales alone, he’s the most successful of the One Direction alumni. But he insists that the “Lamboghinis, big houses, flash shit, gold chains” have given way to “pick up trucks, lakes, sunrises”.

“It might seem crazy, like a midlife crisis, but I don’t give a shit,” he says. “That’s what I enjoy doing. And then you just kind of have to develop on top of what you like. And I know what I like is getting up and watching the sun come up. And I can do that every single day, free of charge.”

He admits that it’s a complete transformation. He’s not wrong. For a man whose life and career have been shaped by sharp and distint trajectories, this qualifies as a very clear 180.

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It’s Been A While

[SVT as the Mafia] [Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5]

A/N1: As promised, finally the update! 🙌 I realized this is also pretty nicely timed with the latest comeback, so it’s a present for that as well 😂

Jeon Wonwoo x Reader

Summary: Played poker with him once. He lost. Now he wants a rematch but you keep denying his challenge.

Genre: Mafia AU, angst, fluff, suggestive

Warnings: Violence, illegal activities, strong language, mentions of drugs, suggestive content

Word count: 5,842

Wonwoo’s POV

Her offer was very enticing and I know she said, she’s willing to risk some things but my thoughts kept going back to Mingyu and what he will do to me if he finds out I got her involved.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked me. “Don’t tell me you’re going to back out? You suggested this first!”

“I won’t!” I said, pinching her nose. She frowned cutely, blocking my hand from doing it again. “But I trust you will have my back if he attempts to murder me,” I laughed.

“Mingyu is the sweetest idiot, he would never do that.”

“Babe, don’t forget, he’s an idiot all the time but he’s sweet only when he’s with you. I don’t think you would like to find out what he’s really like around us…”

By the look she gave me, I could tell she was interested but if she ever finds out anything, it definitely won’t be from me. I pulled her closer, I know she was getting cold. I still find it adorable how at first she always tries to resist but eventually gives in to my clinginess.

“I think the house is bugged,” I said, once she was near enough and we started walking. “He wouldn’t have come to this place so quickly otherwise.”

She furrowed her eyebrows, I don’t think she fully understood what I meant.

“Bugged? By who?”

“Jisoo, of course. Who else?”

She stopped and stared at me. I could see the confusion in her eyes, she opened her mouth to say something but I quickly interrupted.

“No need to worry though,” I said turning her a bit to the right. “The house is just a disguise, the real business takes place in there,” I said gesturing with my head to a shed further down the beach.

“There? It looks like a guard station.”

“Exactly. You want everything to look as less suspicious as possible.”

“What are we going to do? Won’t he tell the others?”

“Don’t worry about that. He won’t say anything just yet. After all, he owes Mingyu but if we wait too long, he might spill the beans.”

“How can you be so sure? Just a few minutes ago you said you can’t trust anyone in the gang,” she said, escaping from my grip and sliding the doors to the living room open.

“I guess I was wrong, there is one other person…”

“Who?” she asked but I brushed past her, getting into the room first. My suspicions were right, Jisoo is gone. I turned to her and gestured with my hands that I’m going to check the house for any bugs and she nodded.

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Your POV

You watched Wonwoo go up the stairs, you felt that he’s being paranoid but at this point you never know. You slumped down on the sofa, your head was still a bit dizzy from the drug. You looked around the room, it was really cosy, a perfect place to relax in the summer but why would two guys like Mingyu and Wonwoo need a place like this all for themselves to begin with. He did tell you they were both from the same gang but you felt there was something more to their relationship than just that, especially now that you know your big bro trusted Woo with you.

You heard a loud thud and turned around.

“Fuck,” Wonwoo hissed at the bottom of the stairs.

“Did you just-“

“No…” Wonwoo immediately objected.

You snickered, you felt bad but you could barely contain your laughter. He really just slipped down the set of stairs.

“Hey! You’re so mean! I’m in so much pain!” he started rolling around on the floor.

“Yeah yeah,” you chuckled as you came to pick him up. “You’re not only a pain. You’re also an embarrassment, that’s what you are.”

“How dare you be so rude to me? I’m your senior!” he said as soon as he got on his feet. “You little, don’t think you can just talk to me like that!” he told you, sweeping you off your feet and lifting you up bridal style. “I think I should teach you some manners!”

“No no no no no, not again Woo, put me down!”

He took a few blankets off the sofa and another coat and threw them on you.

“Hold this,” he ordered. “We’re going to the shed,” he said, completely ignoring your pleas, exiting the house without even locking the door.

“No one comes here anyway,” he shrugged it off. The wind was getting stronger outside and you could see it was difficult for him to carry you on the sand.

“You know I can walk.”

“So? You don’t need to hide it from me. I can see how dizzy you still are and that’s my fault, so I’m carrying you everywhere today.”

You just rolled your eyes. Fine, if he insists so much. He put you down once you were on the porch of the shed though. He took a key out from under one of the boards and unlocked it, ushering you inside. It didn’t look much from the outside, but it definitely didn’t stand out on the inside either. And it was cold. Really cold.

“No heating,” he explained, taking one of the blankets from you and wrapping you in it.

There was a big round table in the middle of the room with a few chairs around it. A white board in front of it and tons of bookcases and cabinets with all kind of documents. There was a big window on one of the other walls with a few cupboards and a sink, probably a kitchen or something resembling that, with a sofa nearby. You tugged your legs beneath yourself and sat down. It was definitely warmer than standing.

Wonwoo took the other coat and put it on, you completely forgot you were still wearing his.

“Why are we here?”

“I didn’t find anything in the house, either there was nothing there to begin with or he took it all out before he left, still I felt that it would be safer to talk here.”

“Who is this other guy you mentioned before?”

“Oh yeah! Jun!” Wonwoo took out his phone and dialled the number. “If there is anyone else who would be willing to help, it will definitely be him!” he explained, putting the phone on speaker.

“Hello? It’s me.”

“I can’t really talk right now,” you heard the man say. There was somebody else talking in the background. Definitely a woman’s voice.

“Why? Who are you with?” Wonwoo asked.

“No one in particular. Just dealing with some sneaking around… Why am I on speaker?” he asked but soon continued, not waiting for a reply. “Anyhow, it’s really not a very good time. Talk to you later,” he said and hung up. Wonwoo just stood there with his phone extended and stared into nothing.

“He hung up,” he finally said.

“I heard that,” you chuckled. Wonwoo was obviously not expecting this. “So much for his help…”

Wonwoo took a deep sigh and sat down near you.

“It’s fine… We can do this on our own!” he said, raising his fist as to say ‘fighting!’. “Besides three is a crowd,” he winked at you, setting his hand on your thigh. You lifted it up and set it back down on his lap, making him pout.

“Who is that?” you stood up before he could make the next move and went to the white board, there were a few photos still left on it.

“Oh that’s…” Wonwoo came up to you. “You’re shivering? Are you cold?” he asked, leaning in closer. Your eyes were wide open. “What? What is it?”

You snatched the photo off the board, thousands of thoughts rushing through your head. Of course, it should have been obvious who else would he want to get revenge on?

“Is this the man, Mingyu went after?”

“Yes? Why? You know him?”

You hugged yourself, all the memories coming back all at once.

“The White Lotus,” you crumbled the photo in your hand. “He’s the man who murdered my family.”

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Years Ago

Wonwoo’s POV

I swung my legs back and forth in front of his hospital room. It’s been three days since the accident but no sign of him waking up.

“You’re still here?” the man asked, sitting down near me. Of course, I will be here. I want to know when he wakes up besides, if I go back, he would just order me to train. I clicked my tongue. I shouldn’t have agreed to his terms, I was able to avoid him for two years yet… But if that kid manages to survive then hopefully it will be worth it.

“Nothing new?” he asked me again. I looked up at him. The man owns the god man hospital, he is more likely to know what’s the situation.

“Why don’t you tell me?” I retorted.

“Wonwoo, no need to be so angry all the time. I’m just having small talk.”

“Well I want none of it…”

“You will in due time,” he smiled suspiciously. “After all nobody forced or threatened you to join.”

I opened my mouth to reply but quickly closed it. He was right. It was a dirty thing for him to make me choose between saving the guy and joining his gang but that’s just how stuff works in this world.

A doctor with a nurse came out of the room, with all this talking I didn’t even notice them go in.

“He’s finally awake. His condition is stable,” the doctor told us. “You can come in anytime if you want. He obviously won’t be going anywhere himself soon. “

I stood up but was reluctant to make the first move and instead waited for the man to go in first. The room was freshly cleaned and almost all white. The first thing that greeted me though was the guy’s powerful gaze and I couldn’t help but step behind.

“Who are you? Where am I? The doctor is not telling me anything,” he started.

“I’m Han Sung Soo, you’re in my private hospital. And this,” he said, pushing me out to the front. “This is Jeon Wonwoo. He dragged you out.”

He stared at me and this time I kept my stance.

“I remember,” he chuckled and covered his eyes. “It would have been easier if he left me there,” I couldn’t see from this distance if he was crying but the mood in the room dropped instantly. Sung Soo sighed and went to the door.

“I must be going now. I will leave you two to it. We will talk business later,” he said before leaving us in awkward silence.

I took a stool from the corner of the room and sat down near his bed.

“Business?” he asked, focusing on me. His eyes were red but I couldn’t find any trace of tears.

“He will most likely ask you to join his family aka his gang for saving your life.”

“I thought you saved it,” he laughed but almost immediately got serious. “I’m not getting involved with anyone, I’m sure you saw where it got my parents to.”

“I umm…” I wanted to say something but nothing decent came out. “Don’t you want revenge? For what they did?” I finally asked.

“That’s the only thing I can think about right now,” he looked at me. “But I will do it on my own. I don’t need anyone’s help.”

“Oh yeah? How are you going to do that? I doubt it will be that easy to get resources and information.”

“Is this your way of telling me to join the gang with you?” he smirked.

“Well you’re indebted to me, so you can’t just leave like that. After all, I was hoping you will pay me back a decent amount for getting you out,” I retorted.

“Oho! Is this what it’s all about? Money?” he laughed. I’m surprised he can even to that to be honest, in his condition everything looks painful. But I like him. He has a powerful aura, I’m sure he will go far in life.

“I’m Mingyu by the way. Kim Mingyu,” he extended his hand to me and I shook it. “Thank you. I will make sure to pay you back,” he smiled at me sincerely and I don’t know why but my cheeks started flushing. I haven’t felt this warm and relaxed around a person ever since my mom and dad got taken away. I stood up, knocking the stool down, startling Mingyu.

“I- I will bring you some water,” I said, not waiting for him to reply and quickly leaving. I stopped outside the room. What’s gotten into me? Since when am I so trusting?

“What did I get myself into?” I sighed and went to the stairs. A young girl came rushing past me, she bumped into me and only sparing me a quick glance, ran up the stairs.

“What’s the hurry?” I thought continuing my decent. “Could have at least said sorry, sheesh…”

I got a bottle of water from the vending machine and went back to his room. I was about to open the door when I heard it. He was crying. I’m surprised he held back for so long. Heck I have seen his files. The kid is younger than me. I stepped away. I will come back later. I’m sure we will be seeing each other much more often from this day anyway.

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Your POV

You looked up at Wonwoo who just now started to piece everything together.

“Where exactly do you know my brother from?”

“I… I have known him for a really long time. He-,” Woo started and bit down on his lip. “It’s better if I show you.”

He went to one of the cabinets and started taking out piles of documents and papers and photos. They were all about The White Lotus. You could feel anger starting to boil inside you, something you haven’t felt in a long time, as you looked through all of his suspected crimes. So Mingyu never gave up, he was tracking him all the time.

“There is more to it than that,” Wonwoo said, gesturing to the other bookcases.

“I wanted to help him and sometimes I did. I know what it means to lose your family but in the last years he was starting to become obsessed. He told me he can’t rest until he’s done with him. Honestly, I was all in for him getting his payback but I also felt that with the direction he’s heading in, it will only end up badly for him. It’s funny, isn’t it? We’re not even related but ever since I dragged him out of there I felt responsible for that idiot. Like it’s my duty to make sure nothing like that happens to him again,” he chuckled.

“I met him, you know,” he finally confessed. “About two months ago.”

“You met him?! Why the heck didn’t you stop him? He went straight to his suicide!”

“I tried,” he grabbed you. “Y/N! You have to believe me. I tried but we had a fight and I lost, never saw him after that,” he explained, he couldn’t look at you, moreover your eyes. He was probably feeling guilty.

“Wonwoo I’m so… I’m so angry but I don’t blame you. I’m angry at him for being so stupid, we talked about this so many times, yet he… He never fucking learnt how to listen, instead carrying all the burden…” you clicked your tongue. You were annoyed, so annoyed and frustrated you were about to cry. “It’s no wonder I’m the smarter sibling,” you laughed, trying to lighten up the atmosphere.

“Wait…” you turned back to Wonwoo. “You said you dragged him out? Out of where?? Wait… Wait… Mingyu told me, some kind of idiot actually dared to come save him. Was it you?”

He just stared at you. It was him. You two were the closest people Mingyu had, yet never met until he disappeared. Until he needed you the most.

You pulled Wonwoo by his tie, crashing his lips with yours. Surprised at first, he quickly gave in, his arms wrapping around your waist. You pulled away after a few more seconds, embarrassed by your own bold actions and snuggled your head into his shoulder.

“You’re doing this a lot today, aren’t you?” he chuckled, caressing your back. “I could get used to it.”

“Thank you,” you said, your voice muffled.

“What? I can’t hear you,” he teased.

“Thank you,” you repeated, lifting your face to look at him. “I don’t know where I would be if I lost my brother on that day…”

“You would be here,” he kissed your forehead softly. “Right here in my arms.”

You smacked him against his chest. And here you were starting to forget what kind of a cheesy flirty he is.

“Way to ruin the mood,” you rolled your eyes, escaping from his grasp.

“How did that ruin anything? I would say it made it even better!”

You ignored him and taking a bunch of documents from the table sat back down on the sofa. You patted the seat next to you.

“Come help me instead. I’m sure somewhere in here we will be able to find some clues to his whereabouts.”

Wonwoo didn’t argue much and instead slumped down next to you. He threw his hand around your shoulder.

“I heard the company you work in specializes in private investigations, doesn’t it?” he’s not supposed to know this information but nothing surprises you anymore. “Show me what you got,” he challenged you.

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Wonwoo’s POV

It’s already been a few hours and I noticed her starting to doze off from the corner of my eyes. I wanted her to lay down on my shoulder but as soon as I touched her she stood up.

“I’m getting tired,” she said, rubbing her eyes. “I think I will go back to the house,” she was still wrapped in the blanket I gave her before and looked incredibly cosy. All I wanted right now was to go with her, but I knew that we must do something before Jisoo relays the information he has to Seungcheol. Besides, it’s better for her to get some sleep, I don’t think the drug had completely worn off yet.

“Alright. Will you find your way back?”

“Of course! I’m not a little kid!” she glared, leaving me with the documents.

I doubt there is anything much I can find here on my own, so I decided to pack everything up and go back to the house as well. It’s getting way to cold out here anyway. I exited the shed and locked the door. The wind was getting stronger, I’m pretty sure it’s going to rain any minute now. I made my way back through the sand illuminated by a dim moonlight.

Once inside I took my coat off and threw it aside with the blanket before turning on the heating. I think it’s about time I got changed from this costume. I went upstairs to the bedroom. Hopefully I won’t disturb her sleep.

I wanted to see her cute sleeping face but instead was greeted by an empty, cold bed. I checked the bathroom but it was empty too. Where the fuck did she go?

“Y/N!” I shouted around the house. I went to the kitchen and saw somebody sitting on the big stones we were on hours ago. I went back outside. It was her. How the heck did I miss her on my way back?

“Y/N! What are you doing here? You will definitely catch a cold!” I told her, trying to be louder than the wind. “Y/N, can you hear me?” I asked sitting down next to her. Only now I noticed that she was crying.

“Babe, what happened?” I asked hugging her and wiping the tears away as best as I could.

“He’s dead, isn’t he?” she asked my out of nowhere. I was caught completely off guard by her question, I didn’t know how to answer as to not give away the things I know. “There is no other way. He’s been missing for so long that even you guys weren’t able to track him. All this searching for him, it’s just pretending, so I wouldn’t feel bad, right?”

I don’t know why but her statement got me angry.

“Are you really giving up that easily? What about all that motivational talk back then? It’s your brother for fuck’s sake! I won’t believe he’s dead until I see it with my own eyes!!” I snapped back, standing up. She stared at me startled by my outburst.

“No I mean…” I sighed. I didn’t want to shout at her. I know she’s just tired and confused and…

“I have been tracking him too. The White Lotus I mean. Quite hypocritical of me. I made Mingyu promise me not to get involved, yet I never stopped looking for him myself. All these years I wished him dead. I could have never killed him myself, so I hoped somebody else will. The last person I expected it to be was Mingyu though. Does wanting a killer to be killed make me a horrible person?”

I was trying to process what she was trying to say. Neither Mingyu nor she ever told me what exactly happened that night but it must have scarred them for life.

“If he’s dead…”

“He isn’t-“

“Wonwoo listen to me. If he’s dead. If Mingyu is gone. Then I want to ask you a really big favour,” she said, staring straight into my eyes. Why does it feel like I already had this conversation before? “I want you… I want you to help me kill him. No matter what it takes. A person like him doesn’t deserve to live…”

I got myself in a very horrible situation you sure did boo. I can’t fulfil both favours if they’re contradicting themselves. If I agree with her, I will go against Mingyu’s wish to not put her in harm’s way. I guess I already screwed that up uh oh he’s self aware but a favour is a favour. I never go back on my word.

“Y/N, I…”

“It’s alright. I understand. No one wants to help kill somebody. Once he’s dead, I won’t be any better than him…”

“That’s not what I meant. I don’t want you to become a killer. Actually, I can’t even let you become one. I have done a lot of horrible things in my life, so if Mingyu is dead, let me kill The White Lotus for you.”

She was silent for a few full minutes. She didn’t look at me, just straight ahead.

“Why? Why would you go that far?”

“Mingyu is like a brother to me and you…” I stopped. I didn’t know if it was the right moment to say it. I didn’t even know if I’m allowed to say it. It might be too soon but for me it’s been a while since I realized it. I might not get another chance like this. I took a deep breath. It’s hard to say those words when they carry so much and you have only told them to one other person before. “Y/N you… I think… No, I don’t think, I know… I’m in love with you.”

“Wha- What?” she turned to me. Even in this badly lit night I could see the surprise on her face. Right about now, she should start blushing too. I put my hand on her cheek and caressed it gently.

“So, stop all this silly gloomy talk and finally agree to be my girlfriend!”

She looked at me like a lost puppy, completely not knowing how to react. I cupped her face with both of my hands.

“Why the confusion?” I laughed. “You’re so damn cute!” I said, pecking her on the lips.

“Woo!” she shouted in frustration. “You can’t just say things like this! We were having a serious talk and ugh my god damn heart. I can barely take as much!”

Oh, how I love teasing her. Her reactions are the best.

“You don’t need to answer right now, so let’s just go back to the house, okay?”

“No, I want to stay here for a bit. Think some stuff through.”

I wondered if I should just bring her back by force but that would probably make everything worse. So, I turned on my heel and headed back to the house without saying anything. I could feel her following me with my eyes. She probably was waiting for me to protest as always. Instead I picked up another blanket and brought it back to her.

“Don’t stay out here for too long!” I said, throwing it on her. Once inside I changed into my sweats and shuffled out my laptop, making myself comfortable on the sofa downstairs. I can’t let her down, we need to find Mingyu first. It can’t be that hard. “If Hansol gets access to so much information, why can’t I?” I thought, before going into the dark web.

An hour after browsing, she finally came back. I wondered was she was thinking about. She smiled upon seeing me in casual clothes, ruffled my hair and kissed me on my head before going upstairs.

“There are clothes for you in the closet!” I shouted after her, not sure if she heard me but I wanted to give her more time by herself.

I almost forgot how much illegal stuff you could actually find on the web. Tons of assassination, kidnapping, arson etc services. I yawned and looked at the time. It was already three o’clock in the morning. Time fly by too fast.

Just a little bit more and I will go to sleep too. I clicked on yet another page. It was a bounty like website, with people offering loads of money if they bring a certain person to them. My eyes caught onto one number, it was exactly the sum I needed to pay back. I chuckled, of course I have more than half of that sum now but maybe I should have gotten into this business, would have reached my goal so much easier. Who would even pay so much money for one person? How important is it? The clients must be loaded.

May eyes widened upon closer inspection. It was for her. Her name, surname, even her photo was there.

“Fuck,” I hissed, slamming my fist on the armrest. Hansol must have sold her out after all.

I heard some footsteps behind me and instinctively taking my gun out from the inside of the couch turned around, pointing it at whoever was sneaking around.

“Y/N! Don’t scare me like that!” I said, lowering my gun. I closed the website and focused back on her. She was standing there just in her PJs.

“Woo, I have no clue I rhymed once again 💪 what kind of shit you made me drink but I keep having the same dream.”

“What kind of dream?”

She bit down on her lip and started fiddling with her fingers.

“You don’t need to tell me if you don’t want to,” I told her, I could see there was something else though. “Are you scared? Do you want to sleep here?” I asked, moving away to the side of the couch to make her some space.

I didn’t need to repeat it twice as she came over and laid down on the other side. I pulled her by the legs towards myself, making her yelp.

“What are you doing?!”

“You’re going to sleep here,” I said, laying her head down on my lap. “Just stay,” I told her, after a few minutes of her resisting. I guess exhaustion took over and she finally gave up. I sat still until she fell asleep, watching the first raindrops begin to fall, thinking. The gang’s idea to use her as bait to lure Mingyu out wouldn’t leave my head. Somebody is looking for her after all. No, stop it Wonwoo, it’s ridiculous… But it might work…

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Your POV

You woke up from the rain hitting against the windows. You slowly opened your eyes. It was pouring outside. You snuggled up inside the blankets, only now remembering you’re actually downstairs. Where is Wonwoo? You sat up and looked around. You noticed him outside, standing under the little roof, the rain just barely missing him. He was talking to somebody on the phone. He glanced at you and saw that you’re awake. He said a few more things and then the call was over.

“Who was it?” you asked as soon as he came in. He crouched in front of you, taking your hands.

“Y/N, listen to me. I have a plan. Don’t freak out but you have a bounty on your head.”

“W-w-what?! Why??” you started panicking.

“There is this one gang that has been looking for you. I don’t know the reason but they’re from the region Mingyu was last seen in and I’m sure he’s still there as well. If you go with them, he should know and show up. He still has numbers than he uses, I’m sure he just doesn’t answer them on purpose and-”

“So you’re selling me out?!” you interrupted him as somebody knocked on the front door. Wonwoo stood up and you grabbed him by the hand. “Woo, I know I agreed that finding my brother might be risky but giving me to a completely unrelated gang, isn’t that a bit too much?”

“Trust me, it will be fine.”

“No Woo, you idiot! Come back here!” you hissed after he evaded your grip and went to the door. You could hear two other men as Wonwoo greeted them. You came into their view and one of them immediately noticed you.

“Oh wow, she definitely looks better in real life than in the photos,” he smirked at you and you saw Wonwoo fold his hand into a fist. He didn’t do anything though. “You will be coming with us sweetheart,” he said, taking a step forward but Wonwoo stopped him.

“Give us a second,” he asked, coming to you.

“Woo, I can’t…” you whispered, nodding in disapproval. He caught your head and made you face him.

“Y/N baby, relax. We had done this before. Mingyu, let alone I, won’t let anything happen to you. I will come get you before you even realize it,” he leaned in closer. “Besides, I have done my research, I don’t know what’s their relationship but there are rumours they’re associated with The White Lotus,” he told you quietly. “So how about it?”

You were really considering it. You trust Wonwoo you really do and this might be a good lead, but everything seemed so rushed and not thought through.

“I… I don’t know…”

“Time is money,” one of the guy’s said.

“Everything will be fine. You’re brave and cunning. I’m sure with your skills you will find plenty of clues there,” he said, kissing you on the lips. “And when we’re done, we will go on a proper date, alright?” he chuckled, giving you one last quick peck. “You better go, before it starts looking suspicious.”

You hugged him tightly and went to the guys.

“Well you two are dramatic,” the first guy told you, ushering you outside as soon as you put your shoes on. “Don’t worry we will take good care of her,” he said to Wonwoo, throwing his hand around your shoulder and moving you towards the car parked outside quickly.

“Here’s the money,” the second guy, threw a big bag on the floor in front of him.

You glanced back at him for the last time, before the view of the beach house vanished from your sight.

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Wonwoo’s POV

As soon as they left I already started regretting my decision. I wished I could have discussed it more, but this will have to do, she will figure something out. Everything will work out. It has to. Hopefully the tracker I slipped inside her pants pocket while we hugged didn’t fell out until she reached the car. I checked my watch, I will give them a few hours and then I will go after them. Watch them from afar.

I picked up the money bag and went to get ready just as my phone started ringing. It was a private number. Who could it be? That idiot wouldn’t find out that quickly, would he?

“Hello?” I decided to pick up. “Who is this?”

“We need you back at the HQ, now,” I recognized Seungcheol’s voice. “Mingyu came back and he brought trouble,” he said, before hanging up.

I stood there with my mouth agape. Oh no, what kind of a mess did I got her into this time?..

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Your POV

Your head was throbbing, but you finally started to wake up. You have no clue how many hours have passed ever since they knocked you out in the car. You heard voices not that far away from you. They belonged to the men from before.

“Oh how noble of you Minhyuk, what a real gentleman you are!” one the them said.

“You want the girl to freeze to death? Our orders were to bring her back, not to let her die,” presumably Minhyuk answered.

“I don’t want her to start feeling cosy in here. That’s not what we’re after,” the other guy said, walking away.

You waited a few more minutes before it became quiet and opened your eyes. You tried to move your hands, but you were handcuffed to the pipe behind you, only now noticing that you have a leather jacket on as well. So that’s what they were talking about.

You got on your knees and tried moving the pipe. Nothing. Maybe you can find something to open those handcuffs up. You looked around, you were in some kind of warehouse. Good job Wonwoo for thinking everything through, this definitely doesn’t look like a place where you will get slaughtered and eaten. You sighed in frustration. Not being able to do anything always annoyed you the most. You heard a door open somewhere. You turned to the left and saw somebody descending down the stairs. The only light was above you, so you had trouble figuring out who it was.

“Mingyu?” you whispered in false hope. Your eyes widened, and a shiver ran down your spine when the person came into view and stopped in front of you. You didn’t even realize when you started trembling, but it wasn’t because of the cold. You were afraid. Terrified to be more precise. You only felt this way once before in your life and now everything was all too similar to that night.

“Look how big you have grown. Definitely didn’t expect to meet you here out of all places. It’s been a while, Y/N.”

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Happy kissed your cheek ad held your hand. It felt like he had not seen your beautiful eyes in forever. “YONA! Grab Kozy and your brother please!” you yelled in your sleep waking up. He looked at you confused and a huge smile across his face. He kissed your lips before you could come to grips with what was happening. “Happy.. where is Yona?” He looked at you confused. “Our daughter…” A smiled pulled at his lips. You closed your eyes against and opened them. You looked at your hands and didn’t see the extensive crow tattoo on your arm. “It was a dream..” you whispered to yourself. “Your awake..” He kissed you again. “How long have I been asleep?” you asked trying to slowly sit up. “48 hours..” Happy stood up, getting in the bed with you. He hugged you close to him. The tears started streaming down his face again. “Hunny..” you tilted his head towards you. You pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “I am ok. Promise.” He nodded. “Who is Yona? What did you dream about?” you smiled as you told the whole story. From beginning to end. You explained how it felt so real that is why you didn’t understand when you woke up. “Only thing hun.. I would die with in seconds of you dyeing.” He pressed the kiss to softly to your lips.

It took twenty- four hours before you could go back to the Montana clubhouse. You stepped off the truck that Happy drove from the hospital. He held your waist and tightly to him. “Y/N!” you looked up to see Lorenzo standing there. He sprinted towards you, Happy growling at him slightly, letting you go. HE grabbed you in his arms, holding you so tightly it hurt. You hugged him weakly. “Why are you here Lorenzo..?” He pulled back slightly. “SOA called me.. Well Kozik did, trying to find who is trying to hurt you.” You looked at him confused. “Why you..?” He laughed a bit. “I have an in with detectives.” You nodded, your feet giving out under you. He quickly held you up, picking you up in his arms. “Give her to me..” Happy eyed him. Lorenzo smirked a bit. “Lorenzo.. don’t start shit..” you said weakly. “I can still shoot you two..” You said sleepily. Lorenzo gently transferred you to Happy. He watched as you slid into Happys chest, almost falling asleep.

Happy gently laid you down on the bed, discarding your shoes and socks. “My love, do you want some water or something?” “Water is fine..” you said half asleep. “Prospect!” the young man appeared in the room. “Watch over her. If she wants you to do a fucking handstand you don’t question it!” Happy said roughly. The prospected nodded sitting in the chair next to the bed. “I can take care of myself.. he is a person too..” speaking weakly. “He is in training..” Happy spoke calmly to you. The prospect thanking you quietly.

Waking up a few hours later, your eyes opened to Lorenzo sitting next to you. “Hey..” you said tired. “Hey hun..” he brushed a few strands of loose hair off your bandages. “So.. I hear you two are back together..” He said hesitantly. “You have been dying to ask that question huh?” Lorenzo laughed a bit nodding. “I hurt you and I am so fucking sorry. I still want to be your friend..” laughing he sounded like a kid who got in a little fight on the school grounds with his 1st grade girlfriend. “Lorenzo shut up.. you know you will forever be my best friend and first love. You know that.” He smiled down to you kissing your cheek. “There you are..” Happy walked in not too enthused. “Where is the prospect?” “I said he could go.” Lorenzo stood up fixing his suite. “Fucking snake..” Happy snarled at Lorenzo. “Enough!” You stood up holding your hands up. “Happy, Lorenzo will never, ever be out of my life. He was my first love and I will always be there for him as he has been for me. Yes.. we hooked up and got close when everything went down. Like everyone he made a mistake. Lorenzo, quit taunting Happy.. for the fucking love of the heavens.. please..” you looked to both men and they nodded curtly. Sitting back down on the mattress Happy sat next to you. “Are you hungry?” Lorenzo asked. “No.. the meds they gave me makes me not hungry at all..” Happy sighed a bit nodding.

Happy held your waist as you walked downstairs to the reaper table. “Where is Sammy and Trina?” “With Chibs. We thought it would be better to get them some where safe..” Lorenzo spoke. “Thanks.” You agreed. Sitting in the chair, Happy handed you a glass of water and your pain pills. You took them quickly. “What do we know..?” you asked calmly. “Honestly.. not much. We traced the parts of the bomb from Charming. So it is local.. We have prospects at your house..” Jax spoke up. “What about Gemma and everyone?” he smiled a bit. “Safe house.” You nodded sighing. “Why did I bring this mess to your door step..” you mumbled. “Doesn’t matter. Your family and it was on another charters soil. We will figure it out.” Nodding you finished the water. “Happ.. can I have a cig?” He nodded taking one out, lighting it for you. “Do you remember anything from before the bomb went off?” Lorenzo asked sitting on your other side. “Yeah.. a sweet scent. Nothing like the perfume I or anyone close to me wears.” Lorenzo nodded. “Cheaply made that is for sure.. it smelt…” you eyes widened. “Like something a crow would wear..” you spoke angrily.

Two days later you where back in Charming. Walking into Cara Cara you slammed the door open. Lorenzo behind you. You decided to not bring Happy into it till you where sure it was her. Ima was sitting on the chair. “Not sure if she is dead.. bitch deserved it.. cant have two good looking guys..” you grabbed your gun from your back waistband. Lorenzo grabbed it putting a finger to his mouth. He showed you his phone that was recording the conversation. “Thanks to Angela from the Montana charter for helping. She had slept with Happy in the past so she was fine with it. Hell I didn’t tell her to plant a bomb. Just said to scare her a bit. She seems so fucking fearless.” You closed your eyes in annoyance. You nodded to Lorenzo. “Wow, attempted murder is a hell of charge.” Ima shot up looking at you, like she seen ghost. You walked over to her, she stood up backing away scared. “What is going on?!” Luann ran out from the office looking at the scene in front of her. Lorenzo caught her to not brake you two up. “She and some other girl almost killed Y/N in a car bomb..” Lorenzo said lowly. You grabbed Ima by the throat. “You think Happy is a huge killer? Hunny you do not know me..” you drug her outside and slammed her to the cement. Lorenzo sent the recording to Happy.

Twenty minutes later Happy showed up with the rest of club. He went to go after Ima and you held him back. “She deserves to die!” he yelled. “No. She doesn’t.” you spoke up looking back at the girl. “She got the shit beat out of her, she got what she deserves. Lorenzo is putting her in a mental hospital till she gets her shit worked out. Trust me, facing her fears will be worse..” walking away you sighed a bit feeling a huge burden be lifted as you walked to the Audi Lorenzo had rented. The cops showed up and took Ima away. “Why not ride with me?” Happy asked grabbing your hand. “I am dizzy.. plus.. Angela was apart of this..” he grinned. “I..” “Happy it is fine.. I just don’t feel stable enough to ride on a motorcycle.” He nodded looking at Lorenzo. “Thanks..” Happy grunted his way. “She loves you.” Lorenzo said nodding to Happy. “She needs to rest. She waisted a shit ton of energy kicking the shit out of her.” Happy chuckled looking down at you. You gave him a small smile.

Kozik walked into your tiny house seeing you asleep on the couch again. He frowned a bit. You had not gotten much of your energy back. He called the doctor to ask him a few questions. “Sis..” Kozik shook you gently. “Hey bro..” you weakly got up. “Are you pregnant?” Kozik asked a bit nervous. “No..” you laughed a bit. “I checked. The side effects of the medicine are just that strong.” He nodded hugging your tightly. “Lorenzo has something for you..” you looked at him confused. You seen Happy and Lorenzo walk into the house. Each walking over and covering an eye. You followed them to your porch. “1, 2, 3!” Kozik yelled out. You seen the light shine and your eyes focused on a huge black jeep wrangler with bright blue interior. “WHAT THE FUCK!!!” you screamed. The boys all chuckled. “We pitched in a bit. Kozik and I did the interior.” Happy smiled at you. “Hugging and kissing each of them you walked off the porch. Opening the door you still felt slightly nervous you would hear that beeping sound. Quickly you ignored the feeling seeing Kozys own bed in the back. You seen it was all decked out with a back-up cam and huge stereo. You sat on the seat and felt how comfortable they were. “For your road trips.” Happy smiled to you. You looked at him and kissed his lips. “I love you..” you hugged him tighter. “I love you too baby.. you will never know how much.” He said pushing his forehead to yours. “You all are a heaven sent! Lets go for a ride! Kozy come on!!!”

Driving around, you found a mud pit and skidded the Jeep in the dirt. All the guys laughing as you spun fast. “Hell yeah sis!” Kozik yelled holding onto the side handle. Stopping you laughed at how amazing the Jeep was. You where going to miss your old one, but this was a start of something new in your eyes. “I want a pic of all of us..” “Y/N..” Happy said cautiously. “Please..” you knew he hated Lorenzo, but you needed one of them all. They nodded as you grabbed your new phone and shot an amazing photo of you, Happy, Lorenzo, Kozik and Kozy. “Thanks boys.”

Two months Passed

You felt the needle press to your skin and you immediately calmed down. The buzzing noise of the tattoo gun was always a welcoming sound. “Are you sure?” you looked at Happy. “I can always cover it, if it is ugly.” Happy snorted, knowing you where getting under his skin. He pressed the needle to your back leg and you didn’t flinch. “You have no clue how hard it is to focus on this while touching you..” he groaned dabbing the needle in ink. Grabbing the paper towel to wipe the ink away he started to outline the photo. “Are you sure you want this.” He stopped again. “Yes Happy. You drew it for me. Now fucking tattoo it.” HE loved getting you worked up when he was giving you a tattoo, knowing you couldn’t move to hit him. He pressed the needle further, watching every movement he made. You closed your eyes relaxing into the pain even more, it often making you tired. Happy looked up and seen you sleeping slightly. Smirking he pulled the needle away and grabbed a handful of your ass. “Wake up, no sleeping on the table. Or I stop and fuck you right now.” He said grinning. “That hardly sounds like a punishment Mr. Lowman.” You knew you struck nerve when you said that. ‘Y/N I am warning you, or this tattoo will never get done..” you nodded and laid back down letting Happy finish the tattoo.

After you stood in the mirror, you where so impressed with the art work that he had done. “THANK YOU BABY!” You ran to him hugging him from behind as he cleaned the machine. “Your welcome Hurricane.” He looked up to you. “Someone is getting a blowjob tonight..” He laughed a bit at your wittiness. On the back of your leg he tattooed the picture of you, Trina and Sammy since you didn’t have one of them. You kept looking at his work, constantly amazed by his skills. “Your so talented..” you whispered. “Well.. thanks.” He shrugged. “I can barely draw a stick person.” He laughed a bit. “Well you can sing, run a business and kick peoples asses. While keeping me tamed.. Id say that is talent. I remember the stick figures you use to draw on the love letters. They just where all a little different.” Walking over to him he wrapped his hands around your waist. “About that blow..” you kissed his lips to shut him before he could finish it. Grabbing his hand your brought him to the loft, shoving him on the bed.

Hearing Happys phone go off he sighed annoyed. Answering you waited. “We gotta go!” he yelled standing up. “what is wrong?!” “Kozik got shot!” you jogged downstairs to your Jeep. Happy getting in the passenger side. Kozy getting on his bed.

Skidding to a halt you didn’t even park the jeep. You ran into the hospital. You seen the whole club in there. You stepped forward slowly. “He.. he is gone..” Jax spoke slowly, tears in his eyes. “NO!” You screamed falling to the ground…no.. no.. no.. You got back up and ran to the room that was his. Unsure how you were even moving. Shoving the curtain back you ripped it off the hooks. You seen he was still hooked up to the monitors. “No..” you grabbed his hand tightly. The tears wouldn’t stop falling as you held your brothers hand. “Kozik!” you shook him. “Kozik.. brother you cant leave me!” you yelled louder. Your body fell on his as you cried your heart out. “Please take me with you…” you yelled at the top of your lungs. Happy tried to grab you and you shoved him away. “You cant.. you cant leave me.. please.. no…” you squeezed his hand.

Hearing a beep you looked up at the monitor. The nurse that stood there looked at it wide eyes. “I don’t believe.. “ Soon the monitor went of. Showing a heart beat. You stepped back as a swarm of nurses ran in. The alarms got louder as you shot up from you slumber.

You grabbed your phone calling Kozik right away. “Morning sis. It is fucking early, what’s up?” “Where are you?..” “Home..” He said tiredly. You ran to your Jeep, not even waking Happy. Driving to Koziks you pulled in quickly and used your key for his house getting in. Seeing him sitting at his dining table, your eyes where covered with tears. “Sis.. whoa what did that bastard do.. now.. Let me go get my gun..” You tackled him hugging him tightly. Holding onto him for dear life. “You.. you got shot.. I seen it… brother… you cant leave me..” he rubbed your back gently. Sometimes you had such realistic nightmares they terrorized you to no end. He rubbed your back holding onto you. “I am here sis..”

Kozik felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. “Hey Hap. Yeah she is here. She had a dream I got shot and died, then came back alive.” Hearing him say that you hysterically started crying. “Sis.. shh honey I am here..” He held you tighter. “Alright. See you in a bit.” Kozik hung his phone up. “Man when you have these dreams they really fuck with you sis..” He brushed the hair out of your face, rocking back and forth. You squeezed him tighter not letting him go. “Let me at least get my coffee..” He said dragging you two to grab his cup.

“No! Don’t you fucking touch him!!!” you screamed out loudly. Waking Kozik up since you shared the studio apartment. He went to your side of the bed and shook you gently. “Sis..” he felt your body was sweaty. He seen you face slightly red and flushed. “Sis!” He yelled again. You shot up looking at him terrified. “Brother!!” you jumped on him hugging him till he couldn’t breath. “Brother…” He set his face against you neck and rocked you gently against him. His scent calming you quickly. “I am here… I am fine…” you sniffled into his shoulder. “It was terrible.. It was so terrible… there was blood everywhere…” “Shh..” he pressed a kiss to your temple. “I am not going anywhere. Someone’s gotta keep you in check..” Kozik gently set you back down on your bed. “No.. please lay with me.” Kozik smiled and nodded. “I feel like we are sleeping in the shed again..” He chuckled as you wrapped your self in his chest. He kissed the top of your head humming so gently. “I love you brother..” he smiled against you head. “I love you sweet heart.”

Happy walked into the house seeing you holding on to Kozik for dear life. Honestly it was like a damn cartoon the way you where holding onto him. “Hunny, he is ok..” Happy gently spoke. HE tried to loosen you grip and you held tighter. Sometimes dreams where a reality and if that ever happen you prayed you would die too. “Happy leave me alone..” you nuzzled into Kozik. “Your acting like a child.” “No!” you said pouting. “She is fine, she has done this before.. Kinda funny actually.” Kozik nodded moving more hair out of your face as you held onto him. “It should not make me jealous, but it does. She has never held onto me like that before.” “Haha, well when you have known each other for as long as we have, the sheer thought of losing the other drives one mad.” Kozik put the coffee to your nose to taunt you. “If you want some, you gotta let me breath..” “Fine..” you loosened the grip on him and grabbed his coffee drinking it. “Why not wake me..?” Happy asked as you finished Kozks coffee. Him looking at you slightly annoyed. “Because.. when that dream happened it was real, like the one I had when I got hit in the head. I could not distinguish the two. So when he went and answered the phone I couldn’t believe it. I think I ran like seven red lights thinking back..” you mumbled. “Sis..” Kozik chuckled. “Don’t scold me on how I drive mister outlaws!” you pointed your finger at the both of them. “Well, he is alive and well.” “Kozik..” you looked up to see Lily walking out in a big t-shirt rubbing her eyes. “Shit sorry bro..” “No.. its ok Y/N.. Kozik said you had a bad dream and I fell back asleep..” She yawned. You walked over to her giving her a hug. She hugged you sleepily and walked to sit in Koziks lap. “Well babe, lets let the love birds be.” Happy smirked to Kozik. “Plus.. mom called. She is making homemade tamales. She asked if I wanted to come over. I told her I was with you and she threated if I didn’t bring you over today she was going to slit my throat…” Happy groaned thinking about his mothers comment. “Well, your lucky I love you and am not vengeful, because honestly I’d love to see that.” Kozik and Lily chuckled. “Well.. bye brother.. please do not go on any dangerous mission.. Lily make sure he listens please.” She smiled at you nodding. You kissed Koziks head and then Lilys. Happy nodded to them, Sliding a hand around your waist.

After taking a shower and getting back to reality you looked over yourself in the mirror. “Mmm… lets call mom and take a rain check… I need my girl..” Happy whispered in your ear, licking down to bite your ear lobe. “Better be careful with how much we do the deed Mr. Lowman. No matter what birth control I am on.. Yona is gunna happen if we keep going at like we do.” He chuckled a bit. “You know I wouldn’t mine having a kid right now with you..” you froze. “No. No kids. I got way too much stuff to do in my life yet.” You felt his chest rumble against your back with a laugh. “Alright, alright..” He kissed your neck before going downstairs. “We taking the bikes or jeep? Or both?” “She wants to see Kozy so we can take your Jeep.” Nodding you slid on a pencil skirt and a nice blouse. Sliding on some flip-flops you and Happy walked out, getting Kozy situated in the back.

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