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power of the doctor but the master wears this

[ryozoro]

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“We try to hide our feelings, but we forget that our eyes can speak.”

“Oh, fuck - sorry,” yn moved out from behind the counter, “forgive me, I’ve been daydreaming a bit. What kinda model do you got?” Yn said as she walked the nice lady to the side of the store where parts are displayed on the wall in lamented posters. “You’re very pretty, sorry if I keep staring.”

“Oh, fuck - sorry,” yn moved out from behind the counter, “forgive me, I’ve been daydreaming a bit. What kinda model do you got?” Yn said as she walked the nice lady to the side of the store where parts are displayed on the wall in lamented posters. “You’re very pretty, sorry if I keep staring.”

“Oh, fuck - sorry,” yn moved out from behind the counter, “forgive me, I’ve been daydreaming a bit. What kinda model do you got?” Yn said as she walked the nice lady to the side of the store where parts are displayed on the wall in lamented posters. “You’re very pretty, sorry if I keep staring.”

“HA,” the lady snorted as she played with her wedding ring, “you sound like my husband; you are like - the first girl I’ve met who has thought I was pretty. Thank you, it truly means a lot.” The lady smiled as she began pulling out her wallet and a few written down notes, “it’s uh - fuck hitto, you write like a kid, it’s a 2016 Ducati?”

“2016 Ducati Full Throttle,” yn said back with a small smile as the woman laughed again, “I’m assuming it’s your husband’s old bike?”

“Yeah,” she played with her ring as her smile softened, “he wants it in good condition before he gives it to one of our neighbors. It’s tradition for his - occupation..”

“He in a gang?” Yn asked as she began shuffling through shelves, “Don’t sweat it, I’m not gonna freak out over trivial matters.” The young ryuguji chuckled as she finally found the part she’s been looking for. “Here,” she place the part on the top, “its the G2 Throttle Tamer Ducati you needed. I’m assuming he’s still in a gang by the looks of how you covered for him, but don’t worry - it’d be hypocritical if I got scared you were involved with a delinquent.”

“Oh,” the lady sighed out, “thank gods. You can call me Kaku-san if it’s alright with you? Could you install the part by yourself? Sorry, my man is just always busy with work and was hoping to have someone install it for us..”

“I can’t personally install it, but my brother can! He gets back from his lunch break in about twenty minutes, so I know its a long wait -"

vrrr...vrrr...vrrr

"I'm so sorry, I'll just turn that off-," yn went to hit 'decline call.'

“I can wait, no sweat!” She smiled as she began digging through her mini backpack, “I need to check and see if my loser has ate lunch yet. I'll be outside for a bit." With that, 'Kaku-san' had walked out as she dialed her husband.

"Fucking hell," yn breathed out before hitting accept, "Inui-senpai, hey - what did you need?" Her breath hitched in her throat as she heard his low laugh.

"Just checking to see if my favorite girl has ate yet - so, have you?" Yn could just hear the smile that creeped upon his face, but for some reason - she didn't feel as in awe as she once did.

"Ah," yn scanned the shop and began totaling the price for the repair and writing further notes for her older brother, "no, I haven't ate yet, but I was planning on just heating up some of the leftovers that Souya-kun gave me."

"You know, if you keep being as cute and clingy as you are around him," yn could hear him moving around paper bags of what she assumed was to-go food, "shit, sorry. As I was saying, if you keep being so cuddle buddy with him, he's goin to fall for ya."

"Or," yn rolled her eyes as she began to document minor details on the log for each hour, "maybe, you're just reading in too deep on the fact that Souya is just an overall easily flustered person. Being a decent human does not make my kind actions count as flirting; if it does, well, you men around me are just dumb."

"Oh, don't be like that, princess," inui said in a rather sarcastic tone, "you know I'm just teasing you. Leaving that matter, I got you lunch - your favorite lunch, might I add."

"Thank you senpai, but -,"

"Inui-kun~ why aren't you getting off the phone yet? You promised that you would pay attention to only me today!" Yn heard a whiny voice - a woman’s whiny voice - through the phone, “I thought you said after we get lunch we’re just gonna lay in bed all day.” Inui mumbled something to her that seemed to have shut her up, clearing his throat, “sorry about that, are you still -,”

“I’m pretty busy and I plan on going out with a friend for my lunch break,” she cut him off, “have fun on your day off.”

yn knew she shouldn’t be angry; inui was never hers to begin with, but she was hoping that he’d at least spare her feelings. maybe this was good. maybe knowing that he has someone, even if it’s just a fuck buddy, will help her clear her mind and finally let go.

tani senpai <3: ft during your lunch break?

tani senpai <3: wait do you play cod? if you did that’s be kinda hot

tani senpai <3: I meant dope but hot works too

tani senpai <3: OH, wait rain check on the call, why don’t we just meet in person? ;) after all, I still have your necklace.

tani senpai <3: I cleaned it up because I was wearing it so I wouldn’t lose it.

tani senpai <3: lmfao I really made it a blood diamond at one point

kaku-san paid her total for the part and repair and ensured yn that she’d be back around five. sighing once the older woman left, yn went to check her phone that had been buzzing incessantly since she hung up on her brother’s best friend.

you: I’m gonna punch you in dick next time I see you :,) I was helping someone and I had to act like my phone was not going HAAM in my pocket

tani senpai <3: uh uh uh , leave ran jr. alone. he did nothing wrong :p plus, you’d have to kiss it better if you hurt him

you: I — WHEN ARE WE MEETING AND WHERE ?

tani senpai <3: [location] a small nightclub @ 16:00 tonight :) I would offer to buy your dinner, but you threatened my best man.

you: I hate you :,) but um,,, I don’t exactly know — what to wear to a nightclub..? Can I just go in a hoodie and some sweats and talk to the bouncer like “hey, I know the haitani bros — lemme in.”

tani senpai <3: LMAOOO,, nah I would to see you size the man up. as for clothes — you don’t have anything like ,, that radiates “hot girl” shit ?

you: no, if I’m not in my uniform — I’m either wearing my brother’s clothes with some cargo pants or sweats. sometimes I wear my own clothes, but that’s usually just merch.

tani senpai <3: as much as I want to see you in school uniform or in full need mode, I don’t think the bouncer would just let you in. OH, wait — fuck them. I forgot that I’m literally a god to them lmao,, wear what you want , I’ll wait outside for you and we can walk in together :)

you: wait really :,) I’m gonna try and make use of what I have tho ! I’ll lyk when I get there :)

tani senpai <3: wow so you’re not gonna ft me :|

you: you licherally said “rain check”

tani senpai <3: but I just finished my tasks for today, call me or I’m calling you

you: sorry , my brother just got back, I’ll talk to ya later :p

tani senpai <3: fine :| I’ll just bother Rin then.

the young ryuguji chuckled before locking and pocketing her phone once she noticed her brother’s presence. sure, she was still hurt at the fact that inui is currently hooking up - maybe even dating - another girl, but at least she could look to the eldest of the Haitanis and feel herself forgetting all about her first love.

“What ya lookin at brat,” Ken laughed out as he went to pat her head, “hey, who has you smiling like that?” He has always been protective; it was just his nature as a big brother. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad you’re happy, but if it’s about a boy I would LOVE to know who.”

“It’s just a stupid thing that emma-senpai sent me,” yn attempted to play it off, “anyways — how was lunch?”

“It was good,” draken said as he went to put his jumper back on, “but it coulda been better if inui didn’t bring his ‘friend girl’ around. She kept hittin on Mikey and asking about my necklace and I almost called you up to come deck her.” He quickly grabbed his chain and kissed the ‘Emma’ that hung in the middle just before tucking it back under his white tshirt; it was his routine.

“I woulda showed her that ‘Draken Uppercut’ if I was there big bro,” yn made a small show of what she did in hopes of making her brother smile.

“You’re an idiot,” his smirk plastered on his face in a proud manner, “but I don’t need you wasting your energy on her. It just — like who the hell do you think you are touching a random stranger, especially around their neck. Like who?” She could tell that he was upset that he couldn’t have done anything; Draken was just brought up to be extremely respectful. “The worst part,” he threw a wrench at his ‘anger wall,’ “she kept asking shit like: “who names their kid emma,” “was she at least pretty,” and the one where I almost put my hands on her, “is she dead or something? what you just can’t let go?” Yn, I was so close to knocking her daylights out. She honestly got lucky takemitchy had tackled Mikey, or she woulda got her shit rocked.”

“I,” yn was at a lost for words; she had never heard someone disrespect any of her family this openly, “what the fuck did inui say? Did he just sit there through all this shit?” she moved from behind the counter and rolled out one of the bikes he was scheduled to work on, “please don’t tell me he did.”

“No,” draken rolled his eyes as he recalled the previous events, “just prop it up by station one, gotta get the new 340 mm rear air shock absorber suspensions, oh, could you jot that down, please? But nah, this fucker,” draken lifted the bike up so the back was in the air and put it on a lift, “just found every way to piss me off. Like I love him, but he fucked up today. He told us ‘sorry, she’s just cranky so don’t take her words to heart.’ If she called me ugly or some dumb shit I’d be okay, but he really told me not to take to heart the fact that she spoke on Emma’s name like that.” He tugged on his dark locks as he undid it, “could ya put it back up for me, it’s not tight enough.”

“I gotcha big man,” yn gently massaged his scalp as she went to put his hair in a tight but loose bun, “you know, she’s probably really proud of you right now. Bet she’s smilin up there too.” she could feel his tenseness fade as she comforted him; she’d do this one hundred times a day if it meant that he’d finally stop blaming himself for all those years ago. “There,” she smoothed over the top of his head once more, “all done.”

“Thank ya,” he hums as he begins to work on the bike, “oh, do you want to come with later? me and the boys are gonna head to mitsuyas before we go out so you can hang out with the other brats.”

“Actually, I um,” yn felt the sweat gather in her palms as she walked back to her station, “I was wondering if I could go out tonight - with a friend..”

“What friend,” yn flinched as her brother snapped his gaze towards her, “do I know said friend?”

“N-no,” she cleared her throat and began writing on sticky notes and receipts, “he — they were nice to meet when I first got back in town and offered to hang out - so, I felt that it’d be rude to -,”

“Nah, you’re not going,” draken turned his attention back to the bike, “you’re either going to stay home or hang out at mitsu’s house. No in between.”

“That’s fair,” yn sighed, “can I just have a reason as to why I can’t go?”

“Because I don’t know em and the streets have been rainin havoc since Mikey got out,” he sighed as he put his tools down. He stood up to full height and gently patted the leather seat of the propped up bike, “I just don’t want you to get hurt, bub. Yer my number one right now and I don’t know if I’ll be able to go on if you even get the slightest bit of hurt.”

“I understand big draco,” she laughed softly, “Can I just stay in then? I promise I won’t leave; I just feel like being in my own bed tonight.”

“Anything for you, yer majesty.” Ken smiled as he concluded that he had the best sister in the world.

—

“Alright, yn, we’re about to head out,” her big brother knocked on her door, “can ya at come say bye?”

“Fuck,” yn got up and quickly put an oversized sweater and some basketball shorts that reached just below her knees, “gimme a minute! Sorry, I was taking a nap.”

“We’ll be out in the living room, dumbass.”

If anything, yn was just glad none of them walked into her room to see her basically bare figure - shout out to her Ken-nii for knowing his sister. Once fully covered, yn made her wait out the room and noticed everyone sitting on the couch in the living room, even inui.

“Yn,” souya barked out, “you’ve ate right? If you haven’t ‘m gonna fight you!” He stood up and approached yn as all the other boys smirked and whistled in the back. “You guys shut the hell up.!”

“Neh neh,” nahoya laughed, “you need to stop bein so flirty over there, angry.” Smiley always teased angry, but that was just brotherly nature; however, if anyone else were to continuously pick on angry — it wouldn’t be a shock if Smiley was on top of them and imprinting the curve of his elbow into their forehead. “He just missed you, little Ryu. Make sure to let us know if anything happens-,”

“We’re going to get Ken-chin laid,” Mikey said with a mischievous smirk as he began pushing his taller friend out the front door. “Choi~.” The other boys followed either patting her head before they left or hip bumping her; hakkai decided to be the odd man out and hug yn to his chest and dramatically walk out the door as if they won’t see each other for fourth years.

“BYE,” she poked her head out then quickly shut the door and disregarded her hoodie, “now that they’re gone..”

VRRR..VRRR….VRR

“OH MY GOD, WHAT,” picking her phone up off the coffee table she fell back onto the couch, “what do they want-,”

Incoming FaceTime: tani senpai <3

“Shit.!” Yn quickly sat up and answered with an apologetic face, “heeeey, what’s up?”

“You look cozy,” he eyed the tops of her shoulders with only her bra straps decorating them, “cozy enough to make a man stand outside for, hmm - what does my watch read - thirty minutes.”

Yn looked thoroughly confused as she cocked her head to the side and fell back, “what does you standing outside of some random building have to do with me?”

“Did you really —,” she watched the man shift and bring her golden chain into view, “you were supposed to meet me tonight in order to get your precious necklace back. You stood me up and now I look like a fucking idiot who got stood up.” He deadpanned into the camera and had a small pout, “you had all the guys laughin at me, darlin. You really disappointed me.” Yn felt her heart slowly tear; she hated disappointing anyone. “If you were going to show up you could have at least said so.” Just as she was about to speak, Ran hung up and left her to wade in her thoughts.

—

You: Ran-senpai, I promise it was on accident ! I meant to tell you earlier, but it just slipped my mind (read 8:44 p.m.)

You: pls forgive me :,) I fell asleep as soon as we got off work and came home; draken-nii told me to rest up since I can’t go out so I figured I might as well (read 8:45 p.m.)

You: yk if you’re going to read my text, the least ya could do would be to respond. I said I’m sorry. (read 8:47 p.m.)

You: yer a fucking brat , man child who throws a fit and refuses to actually try and listen to others when they try to talk it out with you. (read 8:48 p.m.)

You: self made bitch. (read 8:50 p.m.)

You: yk what, fuck you. I tried to be nice to you and I actually enjoyed talking to you for what-? A week ? You’re mad because I can’t just do what I want? Sorry I’m a great sister who doesn’t want to make her brother worry. Sorry I don’t just abide and do as you please because I’m not a fucking sheep. Keep the necklace for all I care; I’ll just get a new one. Stupid cunt. (read 8:52 p.m.)

You: Fuck face. You probably just wanted to get in my pants and dip; fuck you. Leave me alone, if I see you on the street; I don’t give a fuck if I get shot or jumped, I’m gonna punch you in the throat, pussy ass bitch. (read 8:54 p.m.)

tani senpai <3: give me your address so I can drop this necklace off and get out of your life since you so desperately want me to.

You: no way in hell, just keep it.

tani senpai <3: if you don’t want it then I’ll just drop it off with your brother tomorrow.

You: you fucking —

You: ugh, fine, just drop the shit off and leave . [location] (read 8:59 p.m.)

—

With a knock at the Ryuguji’s front door, yn shrugged the jacket back on and checked through the peep hole. After noticing it was the infamous older brother of the Haitani duo, she quickly yanked him inside and made sure to lock the door quickly.

“You know drop offs don’t usually require the said delivery man to be in the house, correct?” He asked with a bored expression as his eyes scanned the small space. “‘S cute for someone with you and your brother’s income.”

“I only pulled you in because my neighbors like to talk about what goes on throughout everyone’s house,” she rolled her eyes and pulled in the strings of her sweater, “hurry up and give me the fucking necklace so you can leave.”

“I did all the work of coming here,” he brushed past her as he took off his shoes and made his way to sit on the couch, “the least you could do is offer me a drink or some food.” Ran laid back into the cushions and spread his long legs as he slowly turned his gaze to the TV, some random anime blasting in the background. “Well, if you don’t mind, a water will do.”

“Cute for someone with you and your brother’s income,” she mocked as mumbled under her breath and grabbed him a water bottle from the fridge, “here, your majesty.” she tossed it into his lap and stood in between his legs to block the tv and make him focus all of his attention onto her.

“To what do I owe you?”

“My necklace, home invader.”

“Take it off of me then,” he raised an eyebrow, “you didn’t expect me to do that as well did you?”

“Fine,” her shorts hiking up as she moved to straddle his hips, she took note that he had been eyeing her thighs since he arrived, “I’ll take off the stupid thing.” She buried her chin into the crook of his neck, “just sit still so I can -,”

“You know,” he flattened his palms against the bare tops her knees and barely sliding his finger tips up the rim of the pants, “you hiding more just makes me want to see you in less.”

“Heh,” she chuckled as she slowly wrapped her arms around the middle of his torso, “yer a fucking perv as well as a bastard.”

“You know your necklace isn’t dangling along my spine, right?” He chuckled as he gently kneaded her flesh, “am I making you uncomfortable?”

“Nah, feels nice,” she chuckles when she feels him gently dig his finger tips into her skin, “‘m makin you uncomfortable?”

“nah,” he jokingly mocked her as he took his hands and slid them farther up to the tops of he thigh, “boxers?” He pulled back slightly so he could rest his forehead on hers.

“mm, never really wanted to bother ken-nii when he did the laundry, so I just get boxers,” she laughed, “what? Did you honestly think I’d be chilling at home in a thong or something? Women gotta breathe too.” she felt her heartbeat pick up as his finger tips danced along the material; yn wondered if he could tell that she’s never had a boyfriend as she lacked - in takemichi’s words - ‘ettick.’

“You are respectful yet have anger issues, a smart mouth, and embody the term ‘I don’t give a fuck,” he swiftly took both hands from under the clothing and lightly placed them on either side of her face, “you are so fucking gorgeous, didya know that?” His rings were cold on her heated skin, making her smile softly.

“..you know,” yn laid a chaste kiss on the bonten’s left wrist, “… ‘msorry..”

“Couldn’t hear ya,” he chuckled deeply as he maneuvered his right hand at the back of her neck and squeezed lightly, “repeat it more clear this time. You wanna be a good girl, right? Be the best girl you can and repeat it.~”

“Motherfu-, AHEM,” she scrunched her face up in hopes of hiding how happy it made her to have a second chance at being a ‘good girl,’ “‘m sorry you don’t know how to communicate.”

“Ah ah ah,” he squeezed his right hand a little tighter, causing her to ground her hips down and lean forward into his chest, “that’s not what I want to hear.” she heard him groan, but she was too busy fighting the battle in her head as to why she felt more secure when he gripped her tighter.

“I said,” she nuzzled her nose between his lean pecs, “‘m sorry.” Yn got up and placed one of her hands at the base of the bonten tattoo and squeezed gently along his Adam’s apple, “I’m not saying it again, so you better have heard me the first time.”

“You’re so angry; a wolf under sheep’s clothes you are,” ran hummed as he leaned back in, noses brushing, “yer forgiven little lamb. I don’t know - you barking up the wrong tree knowing that I could hurt you just turns me —,”

BZZT, BING.

Both bodies had turned their heads towards the door in confusion.

“Are you expecting guests?”

“No,” yn quickly got off of Ran’s lap and grabbed the crowbar that rested by the umbrellas, “fuck, if it’s those fucking assholes that want to fight ken-nii, ‘m gonna kill em.” She went to look through the peep hole, only to be pulled back to the older man’s chest.

“Let me get it,” ran signaled for her to hide behind the kitchen wall as he pulled out his signature baton that hung on his belt loop, “be quiet, little one.” Ran opened the door to a young man, about a year or two older than yn, dressed in a pizza delivery uniform with 3 large boxes in his hand. If he wasn’t just some kid, the Haitani would’ve beat him just for openly sporting a scowl towards him.

“Oh, hi sir, are you,” the young man looked back at the receipt then back at the Bonten executive, “Kawata Souya? I have one pepperoni, Hawaiian, and plain cheese.” Ran’s head shot to the side at the sound of you rushing towards the door.

“A-ah ! That would be me I guess,” yn guided Ran’s hand behind her to hide the weapon as she widely opened the front door, “sorry my brother’s friend probably ordered it since they went out -,”

“Yn?”

“Huh,” she looked up at the man, “oh shit, hongo?! I thought you were in Osaka right now for Uni; you still play there, right?”

“Yeah,” the worker replied, “oh shit, this like.. a date or something?” He threw his glare at Ran and softened his features once his gaze returned back to the young ryuguji. “Nah, nevermind, that’d be dumb considering you swore off dating,” the bonten men felt as if his heart had been pricked with a small needle, “especially since you used to swear to draken we were gonna get married and stay together forever and ever.” Yn was visibly embarrassed as Ran watched her take the pizza from Hongo’s hands and start trying to kick him off the porch. “Wait, before I go,” he said as he jotted down his number on the receipt, “let me know when you’re free. Maybe ya could come see me play one of these days? Summer games start back up next week so I’ll be headin-,”

Ran pulled on yn’s wrist before slamming the door, interrupting Hongo’s spill. He made show of how hard he locked the door so anyone outside could hear that the house was closed and not expecting anymore visits.

“Ooo,” yn placed the pizzas down onto the small kitchen table and looped her arms around Ran’a slim waist, “are you upset yer not getting all the attention?” She giggled as she kissed the symbol that marked the center of his neck.

“Why would I be upset over some 4 incher maxed college boy,” he smirked as he brought his hand to the side of her face and let his thumb brush along her bottom lip, “plus, if anything he should be the one whose upset. You can’t hate me or push me away if you wanted to; your desire for me to show you the depths of the world is visible just by looking in your eyes.” Yn felt her breath quickening and her head going numb as his words made way into her; making her feel far more intoxicated than any alcohol or drug could have ever done. “You can try to deny it, but what sane person would invite one of the most violent people with the most blood on his hands into her home?”

“I’m the farthest thing from sane,” yn breathed out as she placed a chaste kiss onto his lips before burying her face under his chin, “because I find myself wanting to do this more. I’m so glad I don’t look where I’m going when I’m on my bike.” Ran laughed as he connected their lips, but this time he deepened the kiss; her knees gave out and his tongue slipped in making her lungs just as weak.

“Princess, youre fucking gorgeous,” he broke away before holding her in his strong arms, “but I don’t want to just ‘get in your pants.’ I want-,”

“Good, because im not easy,” she cut him off as she tried to catch her breath.

Ran laughed as he dragged her back to the couch, leaving her to fetch each of them two big slices of cheese pizza. He sat beside her, kissing her temple, and devouring the free meal, “yknow, this taste ten times better than any food at the shitty night club.”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” she said as she harshly swallowed the dough, “ish bad mannirs..”

“You,” he leaned in and kissed the sauces covered corners of her mouth, “also taste better than any food at the club.”

“Well you’ll have to wait until you can taste all of me,” catching ran off guard - she flirted back, “after all, the fruit taste better when ripened.”

—

“Princess,” Ran attempted to shake her tired figure off him, “believe me, I want to stay. I really do, but I don’t want to cause a stir or heated argument between you and your brother.”

“We we’re just playing Mario kart and you said,” yn stared up at him with an unimpressed glare, “I’d fuck you on the counter of the pizza place just to embarrass that pizza boy,’ and now you’re scared to be caught by my brother?”

“Not scared,” he bit the tip of her nose gently before freeing himself of her limbs, “just cautious. Want my little girl not to have any complications; plus, I’d have to kill your brother if he made you cry.”

“Wait,” she pulled his sleeve, gaining his attention, “text me when you get back home.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead before making his way out her front door, “okay, little lamb.”

—

Within the span of 4 hours, draken arrived back home and yn managed to make the house rid of any clues of guest over; she even masked the smell of Ran’s cologne by bringing the box of pizza to the living room to spread the smell of grease and regrets. She rested easy on the couch, allowing some random movie to lull her into the comfortable cushions.

draken sobered up a bit after he came back and went to get a late night snack from the kitchen. spotting his sister on the couch, he chuckled softly as he gently rubbed her forehead, “thanks for bein a little angel, ya gremlin.”

it’s as if the gods above could sense draken’s obliviousness and caused yns to vibrate several times. Much to her brother’s curiosity, he checked the notifications and felt his blood boil.

—

tani senpai <3: hey, made it back home. hope you rest easy, princess. thnx. rin also says “thanks for allowing him to annoy you so I could catch a break

inui. : yn can we talk? I promise it’s not what you thought; idk what to say. Just remember, you’ll always be my favorite girl ..<3 lmk when you’re ready.

inui. : idk jus tseeing yuor brothr without you attached at the hip just made my stomak hurt, I wanna see you more.. maybe it’s because I’m drunk and finally thinking sobre, but yer awlays my fav

inui. : look, unsot having talked for like — a weakk? Has Ben eating me up, I really miss you. I’ll see you at the shop ? dream well, pretty girl.

takemitchy: BESTIE,, DONT FORGET YOU OWE ME A REMATCH BECAUSE YOU HAD YOUR BROTHER PUT ME IN A CHOKEHOLD SO YOU COULD CROSS THE FINISH LINE

takemitchy: wait, can you send me your brownie recipe ??? Hina loved them :,)

—

he didn’t know whether to be upset at the fact that there was some random “tani senpai” texting his sister and he didn’t know jack shit about them, or the fact one of his best friends was talking and drunk texting his sister. Nothing a beer and pizza can’t help.

After grabbing a full pizza box plus some beer and bringing it to his room, ken stared at his tv processing everything he just seen. Maybe this is just a dream? Maybe he’s so dizzy from the dancing and whiskey that he can’t seem to think straight? There’s just no way that his little sister would actually go for his friend; let alone, his friend returning the affection, right ? There’s absolutely no way that his sister would be letting random boys in the house. Nah, maybe he’s just scared of letting her go to university and growing up on him. This is all just a shitty nightmare.

“Whatever,” draken burped out as he took the cheap beer bottle to his lips, inhaling the last of the liquid, “heh, maybe it’s kisaki’s ghost hauntin my head with dumb thoughts.” He felt himself drifting to sleep, but stirred once he realized he almost forgot his nightly routine. Untucking the chain from his neck and pulling it towards his chapped lips, “g’night emma.”

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Warnings: ANGST // REVELATIONS // TEARS // Sort of cried while reading Bucky parts // Bucky doesn't deserve this :((

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You were looking at Bucky so intensely, trying to listen to his words, let them sink in, that you didn't notice a man walking towards you. Neither did Bucky. You were so engrossed, for you had never heard this man talk of those times, infact, he had never said anything remotely closer to you than curses and grunts. This felt refreshing.

"Well, look who's here."

A voice snapped you back into reality, a frown creasing over your forehead.

"Wallis?"

For some reason, you were thankful when Bucky stepped towards you, the side of your arm now brushing against the fabric of his tshirt. He was quiet, but you knew he was watching.

"Since when do you date? From what I had heard, you hadn't landed yourself a man since we broke up."

"Life is more than just having a man, Wallis." You drawled on a smile, not failing to notice a flash of a frown grow over his forehead that he was quick to mask.

"Well aren't you going to introduce me to your man?"

That's when you turned towards Bucky, a faint blush paving its way to your cheeks. You didn't know why, but a current; a sudden surge of electricity flew through you when he called him your man.

"Who the hell are you?" Bucky finally spoke.

"My lousy ass of an ex husband who couldn't keep his cock in his pants," you retorted.

"You still let that affect you, don't you?" He smirked, causing you to stiffen slightly.

Bucky felt you tense up next to him but the warmth that you felt radiating from him was suddenly stripped away from you. But it was only when you saw Bucky wall up to him, towering over him with a glare equivalent to death in his eyes.

"You do know who I am right? I would walk away I were you. And leave her the hell alone, I'd fear my life that can be taken away with just whisk of my arm," you kept watching, as Bucky flexed the fingers on his metallic arm slightly, the arm glistening underneath the pale moonlight. You finally found your footing, and your numbness subsided, and ignoring the buzzing in the back of your head and the throbbing headache in your temple, you found yourself walking up to the men, only to place your arm on Bucky's arm, slowly drawing his arm down so you could take his hand, coiling your fingers against the cool metal.

You didn't know why it happened, and you didn't understand the logistics, but you suddenly felt safe, and you felt warm, although the icy metal was like ice against your skin. It even felt better when Bucky looked down, his eyes trailing over the way you were holding his hand, and he just tightened the grip, not wanting to let your hand drop.

"Let's go Bucky, he isn't worth it."

He nodded, and giving him one glare he turned around, still holding your hand, as the two of you walked away.

"You know, you always play the victim card, using how I cheated on you, but do you ever tell the others what you did? And what I lost? Because of you?"

The venom in his words was enough for you to stop walking, your heart beating wildly inside your chest. It had been a long time you had let yourself think of this, but now, the old wounds had been scratched, and the raw, seething pain was back.

"Why don't you tell the world what you did? And what you didn't do? You keep sitting on this high pedestal, and pretend that it's only you that has been treated like this, but news flash, you're just as guilty as I am."

The tears burst forth like water from a dam, spilling down your face, your chin trembling like that of a two year old. You had zoned yourself out completely now, Wallis' words playing in the back of your mind repeatedly, like bullets being emptied into your heart.

"Bucky," you managed to whisper, your voice low and broken, "take me home."

You were so lost in your thoughts; you paid no heed to the sick, cracking sound that echoed for a split second when Bucky's metal fist collided with Wallis' jaw, or the groan of pain that escaped his lips as he crashed against the cold concrete floor, holding his bleeding jaw. You could only hear the static in your head, when Bucky draped his arm protectively around your shoulder, and pulled you to him, his voice trying to call you back, but you were too gone, too deep into the water to swim back out, you were drowning in your own head.

"Let's get you back now, yeah? Doll, you're okay."

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You were obnoxiously quiet all the way back to the Stark Towers. Bucky still hadn't let go off your hand, and he hadn't tried to make small talk with you, something you really appreciated right now. You couldn't talk, you didn't have the energy to, and neither the will.

The minute the elevators flung open, the two of you came face to face with Sam, Wanda, and Steve, who was leaning against the wall, his eyes giving the two of you the looks; the tiniest of smirks playing against his lips. Bucky watched, as Sam's lips parted, and he was about to say something, but at the right time Bucky brought up his palm, and motioned towards him to let it be, and all the smirks on their faces just died, worry filling them up instead.

Bucky quietly turned towards your apartment, walking you down the hallway, still holding your hand as you quietly followed him, your eyes lowered to the floor, while the three behind you followed the two of you, confused, but concerned about your well-being.

"I'll be right out, punk." Bucky said in a low voice to his bestfriend, who understood, that perhaps you needed your space right now, so he nodded and stopped following you, watching Bucky and you disappear into your apartment.

You sat down against the edge of the bed, slowly lifting up your eyes until you had your eyes trained on the super soldier. Your heart ached at the sight; he was standing by your walk in closet, confused, looking for something that you could probably wear for the night, something more comfortable.

"Hey, where do you, uh, keep your –"

Finally, after what felt like ages, you gave him a weak smile, and he gave you one back. You stood up, slowly walking up to him and placing your palm gently on his flesh arm.

"I've got it Buck, thank you, for everything you've done. You can go talk to Steve while I get changed. Yeah?"

You didn't mean to do it, and you had tried so hard for him to not feel like you were kicking him out, sending him away, but it did look like a bit of hurt flashed in his eyes, before he quickly masked it, and nodded, giving you a smile just for the show.

"Well then, I'll be back in my apartment, you can just call me on my cell if you, well, we do have Friday." He said, in a low monotone.

The two of you stayed like that for a few seconds, your heart melting just by gazing into his blues, when he slowly took a step away, ready to leave. You didn't let go of his hand, causing him to stop walking and turn slightly, gazing at how you were still holding his hand like a little lost child.

"I don't want to be alone, I was wondering if, well–"

A soft smile broke out against the corner of his lips, and a faint nod on his face.

"I'll be back, I just need to let them know you're okay. They are worried about you."

"I know." You nodded, both of you walking in different directions; one out of your apartment door, and the other into the closet.

You pulled out a plain white knee length frock, unbuttoning your jeans and rolling it down, until you stepped out of it. You then took off the shirt, hanging it neatly on one of the racks, so you could be reminded of taking the clothes out for laundry. Sliding your neck through it, you pulled the frock over your body, rolling it over until it fell to your knees.

Your eyes were feeling heavy, but you didn't wish to go to sleep. Instead, you laid down, pulling the covers partially over you and started staring at the ceiling. A sudden, hollow feeling hit you and you couldn't stop thinking about the things Wallis had spoken.

You had made mistakes, but there was not a single night you didn't wish to undo the things you had done, and hope that the things had gone differently.

Your chain of thoughts were broken when you heard Bucky walk in. He looked strained, but his shoulders relaxed the minute he saw you laying in bed. You turned your neck towards him, giving him a slow smile as you watched him walk towards the other side of the bed, lowering himself against the edge.

He got into bed with you, the weight of the other side of the bed now heavy. This made you realize, this was the first time you had let a man into your bed, and also perhaps, into your heart, after whatever happened two years back. Reflexively, you rolled over, until you found yourself in Bucky's embrace, your face buried into his chest, fitting like a perfect piece of a puzzle under the crook of his neck.

He smelled perfect.

His flesh hand came to rest at the back of your head, stroking over your scalp in a soft and soothing movement of fingers.

Finally, he took a deep breath and mumbled, his voice low and soft.

"I've seen many horrors, doll. And I thought I could never get back to who I used to be."

You blinked, looking up at him.

"But I realized one thing, although it didn't make the pain go away, talking about things made it easier to bear."

You almost sniffled a sob upon hearing his words, but Bucky heard you and he looked down at you, gazing into your eyes, until he leaned in and planted a soft, chaste kiss to your nose.

"They did monstrous things to me Y/N. Things I cannot even tell you, but I still am here, am I not ? "

You sighed into his embrace, resting your forehead against his sturdy chest, wanting to cry, to let it all out, but that would make you weak. And you didn't want to let this man see how weak you truly felt, how small as compared to the rest of the world.

"I wish it were that easy, letting go. You really can't let go Buck when your actions are responsible for someone innocent losing their life."

He almost raised an eyebrow but he didn't ask you what you meant. You only bit your lip, licking over your dry lower lip as you started thinking back again of how you could have done things differently.

"Well were once happy Buck, me and Wallis. We were in love, we were newly married. And then one day, he came along."

"Who did, doll?"

His ask was so raw, so innocent, you couldn't stop talking. So you did, pouring your heart out to a man who you had known for mere weeks.

"Danny, our son."

You felt Bucky stiffen slightly, but he didn't let go off you, he still held you to his chest, mumbling a small, but audible hum, to let you know that he was listening.

"He was the most perfect thing that ever was. He had my eyes, and he didn't cry. What baby never cries Bucky?" You chuckled, through your tears, that were now freely flowing down your eyes.

The truth was, Bucky couldn't understand all this; these emotions were new to him. He never had his own family, and he didn't understand what it was like having a son. Maybe though, he did think that it wouldn't have been bad, to have his own family, something that he had thought of back in the 1940s, but now, he couldn't anymore for he was not the same man he used to be.

"Well he never cried. He was one hell of a happy kid I tell you. Anyway, he was growing up so fast, and life was good. My boy was two already, and before I knew he was always running around our house, breaking things, knocking my fucking vases off the cabinets," the two of you were grinning at each other just thinking of a toddler running around the house, breaking things.

Until you sombred up, and the smile washed off your face.

"It was three nights after his third birthday, and Danny was with me, at home. Wallis was out, as usual, so I decided we would go take a walk, I really needed to clear my head."

You didn't realize that your lips were quivering now. Your eyes were already swollen, half lidded and glossy, and you were trembling like a leaf, even in the warmth that Bucky provided you, coated you in.

"It was a moonless night, and Danny wanted to have his favourite ice cream when they came out of nowhere."

"Who?" Bucky's voice got heavy suddenly, his eyes darkening two shades, his eyebrows forming a thin line.

"HYDRA."

You felt Bucky loosen his grip on you, the minute you said that word. You didn't blame him. After all, they were responsible for the mess you all were in today.

"I don't know what they wanted, but I was alone, and they were five. I failed, I failed to protect him. I could only watch–"

Bucky's finger flew up to your lips, his index pressing against your plump ones, forbidding you from speaking any further. His soft eyes looked down at you, and you could see that his eyes were moist.

"It wasn't your fault, baby."

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath; if only you could believe him.

"It wouldn't have happened, if I hadn't taken him out that night, if I would have been able to protect him–"

"You didn't know what they planned, and they were five."

You didn't reply, instead, you scooted closer into Bucky's embrace and he tightened his grip around you, pulling the covers over the two of you, his lips pressed to your forehead. You could feel his heart, because your face was pressed to his chest. His heartbeat was soothing and you found yourself relaxing to his touch, his warmth and the way he held you and your eyelids started feeling heavy.

"My son died with a fucking bullet to his skull." You suddenly pushed yourself away from Bucky and propped yourself up in bed, wrapping your arms around your frail body, pinching your eyes shut, ignoring the warm, thick tears rolling down your cheeks.

Bucky remembered talking to Steve, and how you had gone off the radar for two years and SHEILD hadn't assigned you any mission. Now he knew, that you had probably locked yourself up after what you had witnessed, and it wasn't your fault. He wanted to console you, to comfort you and he wanted to take this pain away, but he didn't know how to.

He was scared now; scared that you would shut him off, only when you were starting to open up to him.

"Y/N, it wasn't your fault."

He didn't know that his words will anger you even more, instead of calming you down. You slid out of bed, much to Bucky's surprise, and turned to face him.

"It wasn't my fault? Don't you see what I've done? Or what I could've done?"

You were screaming at him.

"You couldn't have done anything! Why don't you understand?" He slid out of bed too, almost yelling back at you in the same voice that you had used on him.

"Why the fuck would you still let that jerk get into your mind like that? Fuck your mind? He wanted this to happen, and you're letting him win," he spat, his hands on his hips.

The two of you were on the either side of the bed, giving each other a stare down.

"Bucky, you won't understand," you finally whispered, looking down at your hands, " you never had anyone to lose."

You didn't mean that. You really didn't. But now you wished you could swallow back the words you had just said. Just the look of hurt on the man's face was enough to make you feel guilty. He didn't deserve this. He didn't.

"Bucky, that's not what I meant, come here please?"

"Well, fuck, you weren't wrong. I am not used to this, having people, having connections, feelings and emotions. You're absolutely fucking right."

"Babe, I didnt–"

"But you know what? I'm okay this way. I have no fucking one to care about, or be cared for from, and I am okay with it. Because it's fucking simpler that way. Atleast it saves me the mess of being what you are today. You can't even forgive yourself for something you haven't even done."

He slid his feet into his slippers and turned away, facing the door. His hands were clenched against his sides, so hard, his knuckles were turning white. He finally started walking towards the door, when you called out.

"Where are you going?"

Your voice broke.

"To my own damn apartment, so I can be alone, like I always was."

The door slammed shut, and he was gone.

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Comfy Clothes

Jess Mariano x reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: none

Author’s Note: I do love Taylor very much so this was nice.

Requested: by @when-you-wish-upon-a-starrynight Could you please make a Jess Mariano imagine based on the song Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift? Whenever I listen to that song I always think of Jess❤

Summary: the request

Genre: fluff

Song:

(not my gif)

When you first saw Jess Mariano you knew he was bad news. You could feel the energy radiating off of him and you were instntly attracted to him. Everyone brushed him off as another guy who would flunk and drop out. No one bothered to remember someone that was just going to leave in the next month.

You however were captivated by his manuerisms. You knew he should have sent you running but you kind of knew that you wouldn’t get far. He would sit in the back of the school and you would see him during passing periods. He rarely came to class and you only had one with him so you counted more on back of the school. Reading a different book every week.

The bad boy, no good and nothing but trouble?

Was just a intelligent book nerd.

It was like your little secret until you got hte chance to talk to him for the first time. It was one of the days he came to class and you had picked up a new book from the store you had been looking into and he brought up the conversation.

After you hit it off, talking about the book and methods behind it you became fast friends. You came to the diner to work anyway and despite your growing crush you surpressed it best you could.

But oh, was it hard.

Everytime he spoke you wanted nothing more then to shut him up and kiss him and run your fingers through his hair.

One day the diner was empty, all gone except you. The rain was coming down in sheets outside, hitting the roof hard and echoing in the room. Luke was out with Lorelai and Jess was watching the counters but since it was just the two of you, you were sharing a cup of coffee and sitting criss cross on the counters, facing each other.

He was explaining something that had happended and why he had skipped school yesterday. You were only half listening because you were daydreaming about dragging Jess outside and dancing in the rain.

You knew if you tried he would roll his eyes and you would be dancing in the street alone. It wasn’t quite his style.

“Are you even listening?” Jess brought you back to life. Your eyes went wide and you nodded your head with a small smile.

“Sorry I just was thinking about the rain. Its really pretty. Reminds me of books.” You held your coffee cup with two hands and glanced out of the wall of windows that the diner had. He looked like he was about to say something when the lights above you flickered once and then went out. You looked around and Jess put down his coffee cup.

“You wanna spend the night? Luke isn’t gonna be back until tomorrow if hes helping Lorelai,” he asked. You looked at his silohette in the little skylight left and nodded.

“No use in walking home in the rain. I’ll call my-” you stopped and sighed. He looked like he was about to say something when the lights above you flickered once and then went out. You looked around and Jess put down his coffee cup.

“Your mom knows your here she won’t worry. I’ll grab some flashlights.” He disapeared up the stairs and you set down your coffee cup, looking outside. You wanted to kiss him even more when he returned. He threw a flashlight at you but you put it down, opening the door of the diner.

The whole city was illuminated in darkness and the street lights which once showed you the rain were out. You opened the door, no longer carrying the thought that Jess wouldn’t follow you. You decided you were down with dancing in the rain alone. You stopped when you were in the street which was absent of any cars. Jess raised an eyebrow at you as you begin to twirl around, feeling the rain hit your face. Your clothes were quickly soaked through but you found yourself not caring that much.

When you stopped to turn aroound and see where Jess was you found him in front of you, his hair sticking up in places but soaked through. A smile on your face you grabbed his hands and let him twirl you around to land in his arms again. Water droplets were on his face and you could basically see right through his tshirt but all you could think about was his lips.

It took you barely a moment to lead with the impulsive thoughts. His lips were on yours and he was a kissing you back.

Excited, you threw your arms around him and his landed on your hips.

When you pulled away the cold caught up to you and you imagined with him as well.

“Lets get you out of those clothes,” he muttered and you raised an eyebrow. “Not like that. Its just you must be freezing and I can lend you something and I mean-”

“I know I know. And if you don’t mind I would love to spend the night watching the rain,” you told him.

“Blankets and some comfy clothes it is then.”

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Lifeguard

warnings: smut smut smut, bad language, the ocean? I think that’s it

a/n: I promised I’d write a Johnny Utah one-shot when I hit 100 followers, so here you go my horny little cuties. ❤️

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You sat in your perch, scanning the beach and water for signs of trouble. The morning sun beat down with relentless heat, and you could feel the sweat trickling down your back. You itched to jump into the salty water to cool down, but you knew you couldn’t leave your station. It was going to be a hot one.

Seeing movement out of the corner of your eye, you glance over to see the single hottest man you have ever laid eyes on is jogging towards the beach with a surfboard under his arm. Johnny Utah. Of course you learned his name a while back, the first day you saw him out hitting the waves. Occasionally he would come talk to you, and then you had to focus all you energy on not  raking your eyes up and down his wetsuit covered body. Not that looking into his eyes was any better—it felt like he was staring straight through your soul. Not to mention the way his gaze often flicked down to your mouth as you spoke, making you quiver in place. He was F I N E.

You prayed that he’d come say hi to you and grant you a brief reprieve from your watch. Maybe today I’ll ask why Tyler hasn’t been with him lately…but you let the thought go. He was just talking to you to be nice. He definitely wasn’t interested.

Your shift drags on without incident, and you catch yourself zoning out a couple times. God, I need to focus. You notice an excessive amount of splashing in the distance and you perk up, bringing the whistle to your lips. You whip out your binoculars, and sure enough there’s someone showing every sign of drowning in the stretch of water in front of you. Blowing the whistle wildly, you leap down from your seat and sprint down the sand, buoy in tow. Oh God oh  God oh God, you think, heels burning as you pick up the pace. You run in up to you knees, then dive into a freestyle stroke, slicing through the water. You reach a vacant surfboard and dive, grasping for the victim. You blurrily make out a hand, and hook the arm over your shoulder, kicking hard to resurface. You ready yourself to throw this guy back onto his board and tow him back, but when you finally come up for air he starts laughing. Johnny Utah.

“Hey, what the FUCK?!” You push him off you, glaring.

“Sorry sweetheart, you just looked so goddamn sweaty sitting on your little tower…” he catches his lower lip between his lip and skims your outraged face. “Figured I’d cool you off a bit.”

Your mouth drops open. How DARE he… you splash him with water and smirk. “Cute strategy, but if you wanted to get me wet, all you had to do is ask.”

His eyes darken dangerously. “Oh yeah?”

“Oh—oh my god. I didn’t mean it like that! I meant…shit.” Inside, you’re screaming. Everything is on fire. Social interaction? Flirting? Out the window. I just told Johnny motherfucking Utah he could get me wet… You sink into the water in shame, but Johnny pulls you towards him and speaks lowly into your ear.

“Why don’t you and I have a go at that later? I’ll pick you up at 7.”

You gasp and hardly have time to form a coherent thought before he’s back on his board. “See you then!” he calls, winking as he paddles away. Soggy and confused, you paddle back to shore and drag yourself back to your post. Is this a date? A booty call? …Do I care which?

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How do you dress for a date when A.)You haven’t been on a date in forever and B.)You don’t even know what the date is??

You stare in the mirror at yourself, wanting to look your best but not wanting to look like you’re trying too hard. Your salty, windblown hair flows about your face in a way you hope is sexy and not a rat’s nest, and you’ve decided to forego makeup. You throw on a black v-neck tshirt that hugs your frame nicely and a pair of washed out denim shorts. That could work for nearly anything, right?

The doorbell rings and your heart leaps into your throat. It’s him. You snatch up your purse and rush to the door, opening it with shaking fingers. Johnny leans in the doorframe, towering over you with relaxed confidence. Hot damn. Somehow—even though you’ve seen pretty much his entire physique through his tight wetsuit—he looks even more alluring fully dressed. He had on jeans, a white t-shirt that stretched temptingly across his broad chest, and a light jacket. It seemed like he was having similar thoughts as you watched his eyes slowly make their way down your body, and you felt yourself getting damp between your legs. You blushed nervously and broke the silence.

“So… where to?”

He grinned in response. “You’ll see.” He led you to his car and opened the passenger door for you. A gentleman. As you slid past him and into the seat you felt an electric heat radiating off him, and as you caught a whiff of his woody cologne you had to resist grabbing him and taking him right there. You could sense the danger lurking beneath the surface of his manners, and boy did it turn you on. He had you shaking and he hadn’t done a single thing.

You couldn’t help but notice how sexy he looked driving; his face relaxed but seemingly chiseled from stone, long legs bent slightly as they worked the gas and the clutch with ease. His left hand draped over the wheel and his right gripped the shifter with confidence. You wonder what it would look like gripping something else. His hands are so huge…You imagine one reaching over and hooking into your thigh, and you sigh lightly at the image. To your surprise, Johnny does just that. He had been stealing glances at you the whole ride, noticing how delicious your lips looked, how soft your skin must be. He couldn’t stand to not be touching you, so he slides his right hand off the stick and lightly grazes your thigh with his fingertips, as if asking for permission. You lock eyes, and try to telecommunicate your thoughts into his brain. YES, please god do it Johnny.

He must get the message. His long fingers wrap around your inner thigh and squeeze it slightly, thumb tracing small circles into your skin. He turns his eyes back to the road, but you see a small smile playing at the edge of his lips. Every so often he has to remove his hand to shift to a different gear, and in the absence of his warmth you get goosebumps. Each time his hand returns, it has moved slightly higher up your leg. Your heart is pumping so loud in your chest you swear he could probably hear it, but you don’t care. Suddenly you realize you’d let him do anything to you, and you’re a little scared of your own libido. As if he’s had the same realization, you feel Johnny’s fingers sliding partially into the leg of your shorts, slowly caressing the smooth skin only a few inches below your panty line. You inhale sharply and stare at him with raw need in your eyes. You no longer care if he thinks you’re desperate—you are.

He glances over at the sound you make, and you see him take you all in: legs splayed open, hands gripping the armrests, eyes wild and lips parted, breathing his name. He feels his blood rush somewhere south, and the zipper of his pants digs into him as he throbs with desire. “Shit,” he mumbles, and moves his hand to cup your heat through your shorts possessively.

You grind against him for a minute before taking his hand in yours. You massage his palm with your thumbs, then place a warm kiss in the center. He glances between you and the road frantically, torn between safety and watching your every move. You kiss each of his fingertips lightly, loving the feeling of your mouth on his slightly salty skin. Your last shred of dignity thrown out the window, you flatten your tongue and run it up his index and middle fingers—base to tip. He lets out a low moan and you notice his growing erection. Good. You eye his zipper and begin to contemplate if you could suck his dick without hitting your head on the steering wheel, when he whips the car to halt.

“Wait here,” he commands, though he looks like he really doesn’t want to leave you. He strides to the back of the car and pulls something out of the trunk. You can’t make out what it is before he disappears over the crest of a grassy hill. You wait patiently, and he returns empty handed. He approaches your door and opens it, holding out a hand to help you up. You take it, clinging to him for dear life as you follow him on shaky legs. He leads you over the hill and you gasp.

“Oh, Johnny…”

The sun was setting on one of the most beautiful views you had ever seen. You stood next to him on what looked like the edge of the world. The ocean stretched out before you, glinting pink and gold flecks in the dying light. He had laid out a large blanket on the hill facing the sun, and had even brought a box of donuts. You look up at him, not knowing what to say.

“I uh, thought you might like to watch the sunset,” he said, shuffling his feet a little. He looks so sweet, but he had also teased you the whole way there, and you were dying to kiss him. So you do.

You step up to him, placing both your hands on his chest and feeling his heartbeat thudding as fast as yours. You lean up to his face, parting your lips, and he meets you halfway there. His large hands cup the sides of your face, and you melt into each other. He playfully nips at your bottom lip and you moan into his mouth at the sensation, allowing his tongue to enter. If you had been kissed before, you couldn’t remember. When Johnny Utah kissed you, everything else slid away and all that was left was your mouths and your bodies, wrapped in ecstatic embrace.

Without breaking contact, Johnny swept you up in his arms and laid you out on the blanket beneath him. He shed his jacket and propped himself up on his forearms, hovering over your face. He looked at you like he wanted to devour you, chocolate eyes lapping up every feature on your face.

“Want a donut?”

You’re confused at the change of pace, but quickly comply when it becomes obvious he means to feed it to you. He brings a powdery pastry to your lips, and he watches intently as you take a bite. Powdered sugar falls over your chin and chest, but he licks it up, peppering your skin with kisses along the way. Your entire body lights up at his every touch, and your arousal is beginning to soak through your underwear. You loved the gentle attention he was showering you with, but dammit you needed him NOW.

You tug at his shirt, pulling it up over his head and trailing your fingers up and down his bare back. He grins at you, grabbing yours. He pulls your shirt up but traps your wrists within the cloth, pinning your arms above your head as he trails his tongue down the line of your bra. You squirm beneath him, crying out in frustration and pleasure as he teases. You nip at his neck and he moans your name into your ear and its the hottest thing you’ve ever heard.

“Please—” you whimper, biting at his ear, “Please fuck me Johnny. I’ve never wanted something so bad…”

In one swift movement he lifts you out from under him and places you in his lap. You rut against him, desperately straddling his waist as he unclasps your bra. He nuzzles into your breasts, sucking on your nipples while his hands get to work on unbuttoning your pants. You feel hot streaks of pleasure shooting to your core at the suction of his mouth, and you wind your fingers through his dark hair, unable to resist tugging at him slightly.

Johnny practically throws you back down on the blanket and roughly strips you of your shorts. He kisses his way back up the inside of your leg, then tugs at the edges of your underwear with his teeth. You want to kill him. If he keeps teasing you like this, you think you might actually explode. You reach down and fumble at his belt, unhooking it and unbuttoning his pants. He helps you remove the rest of his clothing, and you gasp as his cock swings free. I’ve seen him in a wetsuit but I never knew it was THIS big…

He slides his length over your now soaking undergarments, creating friction on your clit that causes you to cry out. You gaze up at his muscular form, silhouetted in gold by the setting sun. His hair hangs partially over his eyes as he stares into your soul and pulls your panties to the side. You feel so exposed and sinful doing all this outside, the threat of being caught heightening all your senses.

“Tell me you want it,” he growls, on the edge of losing control. His dick throbs in his hand, almost painful with neglect.

“I want it! I want it Johnny…”

“What was that? I didn’t hear you.” He smirks, swirling his tip seductively around your dripping entrance.

“I WANT IT,” you practically shout. “Fuck me, PLEASE!”

Right as “please” leaves your lips, he thrusts inside you and a guttural moan leaves his lips as you scream in pleasure, curling your toes.

“You’re so fucking tight, baby girl.” You feel every inch of his cock slowly pulling out of you, slick with your own wetness. You whimper, wanting to be full again, nails raking down his back. He slams his hips back into you and works his way to a rhythm, bringing your legs up so your knees hook over his shoulders. He leans down and pushes in deeper than you though possible, muttering delicious obscenities in your ear before sticking his tongue in your mouth to muffle your moans. You snatch up one of his hands and suck on two of his fingers vehemently, needing some sort of outlet and knowing what it would do to him. His eyes roll back in his head.

“SHIT. Y/n, I need you to do something for me,” he leans in close, breath tickling your ear.

“YES. Anything! Anything Johnny!”

He bites your earlobe and begins swirling your clit with his thumb, motions of firm confidence.

“I want you…” he growls through gritted teeth, “to come for me.”

His words send you over the edge, and you tighten around him, screaming his name. He clutches you to his chest and fucks you hard, chasing his own orgasm and prolonging yours. Finally you feel him shudder with release, and you wrap your legs around him, holding him inside you. He collapses against your chest, panting.

“Thank you…” you mutter, running your hands through his hair and down his sweaty back. He groans in delight.

“You’re perfect, baby girl.”

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You hold each other as the sun finally dips below the horizon, and Johnny wraps the blanket around you both. He kisses your forehead lightly, pushing your hair away from your face. He looks down at you with so much compassion you could almost cry.

“Well,” he laughs, “I think we got you sufficiently wet.”

You smack him playfully and cuddle into him, both drifting off into a post-orgasm slumber.

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[r3b3lgrrrrrrrl]

A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 62)

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@creatureofthen1ght-v3

@lovemythsworld

@kellysimagines

@crystalbaby12

@queenieofthesouth

Colson's shocked when he walks into their rented bedroom. Luna's waiting for him at the door. Standing in all black but barely clothed. She has on little lace gloves, panties, a garter belt with thigh highs and heels. There's a leather riding crop pressed against the back of her thighs, just below her ass. Hair dangling down her back.

Colson stops dead in his tracks. "FUCK, Loons." Is all he can utter.

Luna bites her bottom lip, tilting her head slightly as a smile creeps onto her face. Stalking up to him, she swings the riding crop in a circle at her side. Close to him, she runs the leather down his cheek, making his dick grow hard.

"You seem to think I've been bad. What are you gonna do about it?" She asks him huskily, dragging the crop down his bare chest.

He firmly grabs the wrist of the gloved hand holding the toy. Staring into her eyes, they're daring each other. The energy from their earlier fight still simmering. He takes the crop in his hand before gripping her face with both hands. Kissing her angrily, he spins her around forcefully. Holding on to one hip, he uses the hand with the crop to bend her roughly over the bed.

Colson drags the stiff leather down her spine. Giving her goosebumps in anticipation of what's next. Reaching her cheeks, he spanks the top of her left one hard. Making Luna jump and yelp. She throws a coy look over her shoulder. It's his go ahead. Gripping her hair in his hand, he positions himself.

"STOP." ❗SLAP❗The crop whips against her ass cheeks.

"LETTING." ❗SLAP❗The sleek leather stick whizzes through the air.

"DUDES." ❗SLAP❗

"FALL." ❗SLAP❗"Ahhnhh!" Luna slightly whimpers. Pain is pleasure. It always has been for her.

He gives her three quick strikes.

"IN" ❗SLAP❗

"FUCKING" ❗SLAP❗

"LOVE!" ❗SLAP❗

Luna arches her back and buries her face in the covers preparing herself for what's to come.

"WITH." ❗SLAP❗

"YOU!" ❗SLAP❗ Pulling her face out of the the blanket on the last on, a loud moan escapes from Luna.

"FUCK." She breathes out heavily.

Colson likes using the riding crop. He loves that hate - fucking turns Luna on.

Standing her up sharply, he spins her around again, pushing her back onto the bed aggressively. He grabs her thighs, pulling her until her ass is to the edge. He watches her twitch as he drags the warm leather around her breasts and nipples. Down to her pussy.

Swatting at her panties. "Take em off." Colson directs Luna. She listens. Unsnapping her garter belt from her thigh highs and slipping them off.

Colson turns the crop wide and drags it from the bottom of her bare pussy to the top. Swatting her again. Moaning, she scootches back with that one.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" He grabs her, pulling her back down the bed to where he wants her.

Dropping his pants and briefs, Colson climbs on top of Luna. She throws her legs around him as he pushes himself into her. He grips her chin, covering her moans with his mouth. He kisses her with his wrath.

Colson fucks Luna hard and fierce. One hand around her throat, the other pulling at her hair. Loving every minute of it, she moves with his rhythm. Luna grips his ass, pushing him deeper inside of her. The lace is soft on his skin. The spikes of her heels digging into the backs of his thighs as she fucks him back. The contrast in feeling making him thrust into her harder.

Bucking against each other, breathing heavy, Colson yanks Luna's neck to the side. "I gonna fucking ruin you for anyone else!" He declares angrily before sinking his teeth into her neck. Slamming his cock into her.

Luna's walls clench around Colson's huge cock. She grips his hair and bucks as she cums on him. Calling out, "Fuuuckkk Bunny!!"

Feeling her tighten and cum, he blows with her. Grunting her name.

Throwing himself on the bed beside her. Breathing heavy he looks over at her. "Do I have to murder every fucking dude?" He looks at her, still annoyed.

Looking over at him unamused, she dryly says "Not if you keep murdering this pussy, you don't."

This breaks him. Laughing hard and pulling her on top of him, he kisses her telling her she's a cunt. To this she agrees with a smirk and kisses back as she straddles him.

Luna rests her face on Colson's bare chest. He pulls her up by the hair to look at her. She raises her eyebrows at him. "I'm serious, Kitten. I'll fuck some shit up over you." He says, eyes flashing at the thought of her with someone else.

Knowing he will, Luna's face softens. "Relax Killer." She sighs. He loosens his grip as she leans down to kiss him. Sitting up on him, she pulls on her chain. "Yours." She looks at him knowingly as she says it before kissing him again.

She lays her face back down onto his chest. They're quiet as he strokes her hair. "Where'd you get the toy?" He finally asks.

Popping back up, she grins "I ordered it earlier in the week and had it shipped to my grandmom's." Pleased with herself, she wiggles her body as she tells him. Shaking his head, chuckling at her, he pulls her back down to him.

"How's your ass?" He asks while rubbing it and kissing her head.

"It's sore." She tells him in a tiny voice.

He chuckles and kisses her again.

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The next morning everyone has breakfast together. Colson, Luna and Casie make bacon, blueberry pancakes and scrambled eggs with coffee and juice. Luna having to reassure Casie multiple times that she's okay around the killer blueberries to Colson's laughter. Breakfast is good, everyone talking, laughing, reaching for food. The anticipation of tonight dripping in the air.

Colson and Luna are good. Laughing, kissing and cutting it up during breakfast. They sit for a bit still bullshitting before everyone helps to clean up.

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Casie watches TV while Luna gets dressed. They're going shopping with Ashleigh for a little bit.

Luna and Colson bang it out in the shower. The morning's sex being kinder than last night's.

Getting high together. Checking out each other's new tattoo's healing process. Colson patches Luna's shoulder.

Colson goes to help Casie get dressed as Luna pops two 30s and burns while she dresses herself in a striped tank and jeans. She pulls her hair up and throws on a purple lip with some jewelry.

Luna, Ashleigh and Casie head out into The City, leaving the boys behind. They're gonna float around with the main objective being cool shades for Casie.

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It breaks on RadarOnline first. A picture of a grinning Tommy and an almost unrecognizable Luna. The story that runs with it says:

That Brooklyn Bitch is back in town..... But not with her boyfriend. The NY native was spotted out late Thursday night in Queens with an unidentified male companion. We gotta say from the looks of this picture, this must be a real Nightmare for MGK. The two were reported to be dating early last month. The rapper even posting a picture of the two of them together to his Instagram earlier this week. Normally keeping a very low profile, That Brooklyn Bitch has had a strong presence both on the pop charts and online since hooking up him, being featured all over Machine Gun Kelly's Instagram stories. It's rumored the song THAT Type is a response to BeBe Rexha's Break Up with Your Girlfriend. It's not a stretch, with That Brooklyn Bitch calling out Rexha by name in the song. So, with all that territory staking, could it be possible that the songstress, who's confirmed to be performing on SNL this week with Halsey, could be up to some Bad Things while back in The Big Apple?

Colson sees it before Luna and he's fucking pissed.

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Luna, Casie and Ashleigh pop in and out of different vintage shops, walking through Bed-Stuy.

They try on different sunglasses, shoes and clothes, laughing and having fun. Luna grabbing Colson a 40oz to Freedom Sublime Tshirt. AND finding a FANTASTIC pair of heavy, metal, gold toned, cat eyed sunglasses.

"I LOVE THEM!!!" The little girl squeals while putting them on after Luna presents them to her.

With their mission complete, they stop to grab sodas and pretzels before heading back to the brownstone.

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Colson is at the brownstone SNAPPING.

"I CAN'T FUCKING BELIEVE HER!!" He shouts, pacing around the unfamiliar kitchen. "SHE FUCKING LIED TO ME!!"

A million irrational thoughts are zipping through his head. "She's such a fucking liar... I bet she fucked him... I'm gonna fucking kill em both..."

"Where'd she say she was?" Slim asks him. He stops.

"With fucking him." Colson glares at his friend. "Imma fucking kill him, Slim."

Rook interrupts. "Wait, she told you she was with him?" He asks.

"Yeah, she said she ran into him at a show. DOES THAT LOOK LIKE A FUCKING RUN IN!?!" He shouts, shoving his phone towards Rook.

Rook takes it and studies it. "It looks like it could be anything, honestly." He says, defending Luna.

The all have the picture up on their phones, looking at it.

"That mothafucka is TOO happy." Slim states his opinion.

"RIGHT!!" Colson's back to pacing and shouting.

"I don't know, Kells. She's not even really touching...." Benny agrees with Rook.

"HE'S GRABBING HER ASS!!! HIS HANDS ARE ON HER FUCKING ASS!!" Colson interrupts him, still shouting. Rage, radiating out of him.

"I am going to kill this motherfucker." The image of the grinning idiot touching his girl seared into his brain. Knowing what the dude wanted from her. Worried as fuck she might have gave it to him.

They're all quiet from Colson's outburst.

Baze finally breaks the silence. "I think you should ask Luna, Kells. That picture could really go either way.

Before Colson can respond they hear the door open. "We're baaaaack!!!" Casie calls out. Benny jumps up to intercept her as Colson squares up to rip Luna's head off.

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Luna doesn't think anything when Benny comes up to them, asking Casie to go to the store with him. She rounds the corner with Ashleigh, bags in hand.

"Hey Bunny..." She greets Colson.

He comes marching acrossed the kitchen and shoves his phone in her face.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!!" Colson shouts at Luna, taking her and Ashleigh by surprise.

Taking his phone, Luna reels back to see what she's looking at. Once she gets a good look, she starts tio laugh. Dropping her bags to place that hand over her face.

"THAT is fucking great!!" She laughs through her hand.

"Oooohhhh... You gotta be fucking shitting me." She thinks. This is FUCKING insane.... They're following me now???" Always amazed at the irony of her luck in this universe, she has to laugh at this or she's gonna freak the fuck out. She feels so invaded. With a valid ripple of fear running through her.

Handing his phone back to him, she grabs a beer from the fridge. Colson doesn't know what to say.

Cracking it, she looks directly at Colson. Still lightly laughing, she says to him, shaking her head.

"Of all the years I've been around, all fucking shit I've pulled, I've never gotten popped and now all of a sudden I'm fucking front page news."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Colson demands from her.

He doesn't know what to think about her response.

Swigging the beer, she's trying not to get angry. She can feel tears welling in her eyes.

"What am I talking about??? It seems I have strangers fucking stalking me now. Which, that's a problem for my life, Colson. We've talked about this before. I have too much important, HIGHLY ILLEGAL shit going on for ANYONE to be following me. Fuck... You know this. Not to mention, as a photographer, it's not even a good angle. You can't even see my face. In a court of law, you couldn't prove that shit is me. Not that I'm denying it is. But, it's still a shitty shot. You're mad at shitty shot.

Luna swings her beer, trying to keep it together. She knows she controlled herself last night and she'll be damned if some photo is going to suggest otherwise. That's not even her main concern. Fuck Tommy. Luna's worried about her privacy.

"Besides, what the FUCK do you think is going on in that picture?" She asks Colson, cocking her head.

"I think his hands are on your FUCKING ASS." He states angrily.

"Because he picked me up to fucking hug me, Asshole." Luna spits out at him. She grabs his phone. "Which he didn't even get a chance to do because if you fucking look at it I'm in the middle of pushing myself AWAY from him." She points at the picture.

Remembering that moment exactly.

Colson looks at it, then looks at her. Then back at it. Then back at her. Then back at it.

His brain is dueling over whether to believe her or not. Not hearing any of her worries.

"You're unbelievable." Luna laughs at him before she takes another swig.

"What am I supposed to think, you still fucked him." He barks at her.

Now she's pissed. The room is silent. Everyone watching them.

"SIX FUCKING YEARS AGO!!! AND HE'S ONE OF MY FOUR TO YOUR FOUR THOUSAND, YOU FUCKING WHORE FROM MCWHORE ISLAND!!!" Luna's screaming now. "I TOLD YOU EXACTLY WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED THAT NIGHT!! I DIDN'T SIDE STEP YOU FOR SHIT!!"

"YOU FUCKING KISSED HIM!!"

They're yelling at each other venomously.

"YEAH, GOODBYE!! YOU FUCKING PSYCHOPATH!!"

Names are flying out of her mouth.

"WHICH I FUCKING TOLD YOU, NOT THAT STUPID FUCKING PICTURE!!!"

She makes a point.

"HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO TRUST YOU WHEN YOU RAN SHIT UNNOTICED FOR A FUCKING YEAR!?!!" The words explode out of Colson's mouth.

"There it is. His WHOLE problem." She realizes. "This hypocritical ass motherfucker."

Luna doesn't scream back. She stares at Colson and in a low, direct tone says.

"So wait, let's make this clear. You're judging me on something I was honest with YOU about from a past relationship. Yet. You've been known to fuck anything that moves. Not me."

Luna throws her hands up at Colson like What The Fuck while shaking her head.

"You're worried about a fucking bum ass picture. Not that I could now get hemmed up and catch LIFE because being your girlfriend exposes me in a dangerous way." She sucks her teeth and shakes her head in disgust. "FUCK you, DUDE."

Luna walks out of the kitchen incredibly hurt.

Colson puts his head in his hands. "What the fuck did I just say to her?" Words and thoughts were flying so rapidly, he's not sure what came out and what stayed in his head.

The room is quiet until Luna walks back in with her bags.

"You need to be at 30Rock by 9P." She tells the room before walking out of the brownstone.

Once the door closes, Ashleigh grabs Colson's phone. She looks at what their arguing over. The article is more damaging then the picture.

"Fucken' up, Kells." She tells him shaking her head as she walks upstairs.

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To be continued....

[wanderingclark]

Bank of Sugar || Clark and Sugar

Who: Clark Meeks and Sugar Motta ( @usecodesugar ) When: Wednesday, January 22, 2020 Where: Sugars house What: Clark ask Sugar for a loan. Doesn’t turn out quite as planned.

Clark

Clark was nervous. She had bought a nice shirt and pair of pants for this evening, showered at the school, did their hair nicely and made sure they looked good. They wanted to be as professional as possible for this. Yeah, Sugar was their friend, but they were about to ask for a massive amount of money. The home they found was perfect for what they wanted and it was used so it was already built. They just had to pay for the house and the shipping to get it to Doveport and the first and last months rent for the plot of land they had found to rent to put it on. Everything was in place, they just needed the money. And no bank would ever give them the amount of money they were gonna need. So Sugar was their one and only shot at this. Pulling up to the gate and entering in the code Sugar gave them, they parked and grabbed all the paperwork they needed for this meeting. Taking a deep breath and brushing off the imaginary dust off their shirt, the walked up and rang the doorbell before pushing their glasses up their face as they waited for Sugar to answer

Sugar

Sugar performed her usual routine of checking that everything was clean, she had put Simon in one of his nicer bow ties, just for kicks, and changed into jeans and a Gucci tshirt. She had gotten her checkbook from her business manager earlier, knowing Clark would want to collect on the bet they had made, she'd honestly been so impressed that they had lasted. She never would have been able to do it. At the bell, Simon ran to the door and Sugar followed, opening it with a smile. "Hey come on in!" She made room for Clark to come inside. "Is this couch talk or do we need like a table?"

Clark

Clark smiled and followed her in. Tapping their notebook against their hand, they licked their lips. "Uh. Probably a table" they said nervously. God they needed to stop being so nervous. They needed to get their shit together. They followed Sugar to the formal dining table and sat next to the girl at the table before opening their notebook and pulling out a bunch of papers with a bunch of numbers and she could already see them scrambling in the page. Shaking their head, they cleared their throat before closing their eyes for a moment and then opening them back up to look at Sugar. "I found a house." they said bluntly before continuing. "It's a tiny home actually. On wheels. It's preowned so it's already built with all the bells and whistles and has like top of the line everything but the previous owners couldn't finish their payments so they got foreclosed on or something. I don't know but they're now selling it for cheap. I mean, for cheap for a tiny home" they rambled before shaking their head and looking back down to the papers before grabbing a few. "This is the house and all the specs. There's plumbing, electric, a kitchen, a bathroom with a full shower, a living room, an office and a loft bedroom. And it's on wheels so all I'd have to do is hook it up if I ever wanted to go somewhere else" they said, their heart racing inside of their chest as they watched Sugar look over the paper work.

Sugar

There was something off about Clark tonight, Sugar could practically feel the nervous energy radiating off of them. Sitting at the table, she realized this was actually really serious, and she wanted to be there for her friend, so she vowed to give her complete attention. Even Simon could sense something was up and sat next to Sugar's chair, straight and tall, like the dignified businessman he was. Before Sugar could open her mouth to congratulated Clark on finding a place, they went on. She remembered when she'd finally decided to get this house and she'd been so happy that day, her very first home. Clark handed her some paperwork, and she did her best to look interested, but she honestly couldn't make heads or tails of it. It looked nice, smaller than the play house she'd had as a kid, but clean. She nodded her head, looking up at Clark with a smile. "It looks very nice!”

Clark

Clark licked their lips when Sugar spoke and nodded. "It is really nice. And I've contacted the seller and I threw a number at them and they accepted it and gave me a week to get the loan approved on my end" the said before taking a deep breath. "The thing is, I'm 23, a student with no actual physical address with a part time minimum wage job. No bank in their right mind would loan me the kind of money I'm asking for. So I wanted to ask you" they said straight out, letting out a slow breath of air before looking down at their paperwork, shuffling it around to try and find the sheet that had all the numbers they needed on it.

Sugar

Nodding, Sugar looked down again. She had a vague understanding of mortgages and stuff, but honestly, she hadn't needed one to buy her house, so she didn't know what Clark was getting at, did they want Sugar's advice on homeownership? Then she heard it, this was about money. Definitely a sticky topic between the two of them, but Sugar had money, everyone knew she had money, it wasn't a secret. In fact, the Mottas had more than they could spend in several lifetimes even before counting Sugar's success on Instagram, she never understood the concept of being greedy with her money. Her father had taught her to invest wisely... was Clark a wise investment? She looked at them, at how anxious they were, and she nodded. "How much?"

Clark

Clark finally found the piece of paper they were looking for before looking up at the question. "This number includes the house, the shipping of the house to Doveport and the first and last months rent on the plot of land I found that I can rent for the next year. I did all the math and if I pick up some extra hours at the shop and maybe a second job, I can make monthly payments of $287 a month for the next 12 years to pay off this loan with an interest rate of .125% add on top of it" they said, hoping the numbers they were saying were the correct numbers as their hands worried the paper they were holding inside of them.

Sugar

Sugar shook her head. "I can't made heads or tails of this, Clark, just give me a number." She said, standing. She walked into the kitchen and grabbed her checkbook and pen and walked back into the dining room. She opened the book and poised her pen, looking to Clark for an answer.

Clark

Clark watched Sugar walk out of the room, brows furrowed. Didn't Sugar understand money and how everything worked? They shook their head when the girl walked back into the room. "Um. $35,000" they said before looking down at their paper again. "They're accepting $29,500 for the house and then it's $3,000 to ship it here and then it's $2,500 for first and last months rent for the land. It'll be $1,250 a month for rent which is gonna be rough but I think I'm gonna put my $10,000 prize money into the rent for the year so I don't have to worry about it" they explained.

Sugar

"Okayyyy..." She said, scribbling down the information on the check. She made it out to CASH, unsure of what name was on Clark's ID, the amount, in the notes she wrote "gift" and finally, with a flourish, her signature. She ripped the check from the book and slid it over to Clark, making no mention of the fact that it was made out for $50,000 instead of 35. "That includes your bet win." She said casually

Clark

Clark watched Sugar write out the check and hand it over, looking at the girl before looking down at the check. They furrowed their eyebrows, trying to do math in their heads before pulling out their phone and adding everything up before looking back up. "This is too much?" they said before scribbling some numbers down on a sheet of paper and crossing them out before scribbling more numbers down and trying to do math on their phone, clenching their teeth as they tried to get all the numbers to stop swirling around on the page in front of them.

Sugar

Sugar shrugged. "I like round numbers!" She smiled. "Just, put the extra 5 grand toward your rent too, or toward new bedding or something!" Simon gave his bark of approval. "Do you want something to drink or something? Or like a snack? I'm kind of starving."

Clark

Clark shook their head. "The extra 5 grand puts it up to a 15 year loan though. Are you okay with that?" the asked, shaking their head again. "And how am I supposed to put this in the bank if it's made out to cash. That's not my name" they continued, still confused.

Sugar

Furrowing her brow, Sugar leaned against the table. "Loan?" She shook her head, what was Clark babbling about, did they not want the money? "You just take it to my bank and cash it, and then you put the money in your bank... I wasn't sure what name was on your ID, so I figured cash was just easier. And then you can keep some extra cash if you want...." Had she done something wrong?

Clark

Clark was so confused. "Yeah. Loan. You loan me the money I pay you back. That's what I was talking about. I can get a second job and it would be.." they said shuffling through the pages in front of them. "$287 a month. I would pay you that over the next 12 years to pay you back $40,000 because I was adding a 12.5% interest to it" they explained.

Sugar

"You don't need to pay me back, Clark." Sugar shook her head, she knew it was a large amount of money, she wasn't stupid, but it was genuinely less than she usually spent on clothes in a week. She could afford to help Clark out, and she wanted Clark to know that everything was fine between them after their disagreement, she didn't want Clark to think she was going to start being weird about money.

Clark

Clark's jaw literally dropped. They were frozen in shock for a few seconds before shaking their head. "No dude. You can't just give me $40,000" they said before setting the check down in front of them. "This is a huge deal to me. Getting a house and staying in one place for at least a year if not longer. I never thought I'd leave Eileen until I got a new car. So this is huge for me. And I wanna do it right. I don't want you to think I'm just using you for money because that's not...that's not the case at all. I'm asking you because a bank would say no, but I need the money to pull this off and a loan is the only way for me to do that" they rambled, their thoughts not even coming out in full sentences yet. "We literally just had an argument about this like...less than a week ago. I don't want you to sit here and think you're money is all i see you as because it's not. I just...you were my only option at securing a loan. You giving me money is not a loan. And I don't want you to think that I'm only sticking around because you're giving me money." Their brain was not comprehending the fact that Sugar wanted to give her such a large amount  of money. This was more money than they'd ever seen in their entire life time. They had no idea how to comprehend what was going on.

Sugar

Sugar reached out and put her hand over Clark's. "Clark, you're my friend. You need money for a house and I have it. I don't..." She paused. "Look, I feel really bad for getting so worked up about all that, I was just feeling really weird and I was on edge and you just... pushed a button, but I know you don't really care about my money, I mean, if you did you'd have taken advantage of all this by now. Unless you're running like the longest con ever. So, please, let me do this." She chewed her lip. "Will it help if the gift comes with conditions? So it feels more... contractural?"

Clark

Clark could feel tears welling up in their eyes but they didn't know why. They could see how genuine Sugar was when she spoke and they shook their head. "Why can't I just pay you back?" they asked, not knowing how else to thank the girl for the check in between them.

Sugar

"Because you're already going to school and working at the shop, and my friendship is very high maintenance, I can't have some stupid second job cutting into my ice cream time!" She said, as if it were completely obvious. "This money is supposed to make your life easier not harder, so no second job. What you can do is buy me dinner once a month. I want an actual meal too, not drive thru. I mean... you can buy me drive thru too, but it won't count... and you can't ask me for money again for.... um... a year?" She was trying to think of conditions that would make Clark more comfortable. "And you can't tell anyone you got the money from me. I mean, I'll probably tell Finn, but besides him."

Clark

Clark listened to the girls conditions, biting the inside of their lip as they did so. If Sugar wasn't gonna take their money, they'd have to get creative so they put that thought in the back of their mind before nodding. "Okay. Okay fine but can we put it in writing? And honestly, I don't think I'll ever ask you for money again because this is way too much for a lifetime" they said as they looked down at the check again.

Sugar

Sugar nodded. "Of course, I'll have my lawyer draw something up." She leaned back, her eyes scanning Clark, trying to figure them out. "Do you want this house? Is it a place you can be proud of and feel safe and at home?"

Clark

Clark nodded before locking eyes with the girl and nodding again. "I've done my research. And I'm sick of the parking tickets I have to contest. It's too much time and money. And I plan on sticking around for at least a year. I want a little bit of space and I think this is the best option for me. I've done my research, I've looked at a lot of different places and I think this is really gonna probably be my forever home" they said honestly.

Sugar

"Then it's worth it." Sugar said, nodding toward the check. As far as she was concerned the case was closed. "So, like... was that a no on the snack, or...?" Making dreams come true seemed to really work up an appetite, and she had already been hungry before Clark had come over, almost as if she associated Clark with food.

Clark

Clark ran a hand through their hair as they nodded. Picking up the check, the pulled out their wallet and put the check inside just to keep it safe before turning back to Sugar. "I'm down. How about those pizza puffs?" they asked with a smile. Standing up with Sugar, they reached out and grabbed her arm before wrapping their own arms around the girl in a hug. "Seriously. Thank you" they whispered.

Sugar

Sugar laughed. "I'm sure I have some somewhere." She stood, ready to lead the way into the kitchen. Suddenly, she was being wrapped in a hug, and she smiled, returning the hug and relaxing into it. It felt nice to just be normal with Clark again, like their fight was finally actually behind them. "You're welcome." She whispered back, happy to have been able to help.

Clark

Clark let the hug go one for a moment longer before pulling back some. "Okay. Enough with numbers and sappy shit. Food" they said with a grin as they pointed towards the kitchen, happy to follow the girl into it.

[your-kpopmama]

1000 Follower Drabble - #3

Song Rec: Dawn of Us - Jackson Wang

Word Count: 3175

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Jackson x Female Reader

Type: Werewolf!Jackson

AN: Wow I ran with this one too. Jesus I didn’t mean for it to be this long. ;-; ENJOY ANYHOW

“You’re doing great.” The old man beside you whispered words of encouragement. He was currently smoothing your damp hair away from your face, as another wave of pain tore through your body. Screaming in the darkness, the sound reverberated off the stone walls. A cold cloth was placed on your forehead, soon to be scalding hot from your own body temperature burning up. You have never been this hot in your life, and you were convinced you were melting into a puddle on this god forsaken cave floor.

“She’s not going to make it.” the old man spoke to someone you couldn’t see. You may have been out of it from the pain, but you were awake enough to understand what he was saying. You silently cursed yourself for taking on that campers request. In all your three years of working as a park ranger in this part of the country, wolves had never been a problem, it was simply unheard of. You wanted to prove that camper wrong, that were in fact weren’t any wolves in this area, and you ended up being proved wrong. 

You walked down a dark path next to the campsite where the man was staying. Rustling was heard all around you. You assumed it was some rabbits or something, but you were sorely mistaken when a large wolf came bounding out after you. Teeth bared, and breath visible in the darkness. You screamed and dropped your flashlight, turning on your heel trying to get back to the park’s jeep. You weren’t fast enough. It gripped your ankle and dragged you down, shaking it’s head and twisting your leg - a horrible crunching noise filling the night air - and you knew it was broken. It made sure you weren’t getting away.

Just as fast as it had happened though, it was over. The wolf was gone, and the only thing around you was silence, You didn’t even have the energy to cry. It wasn’t until some time later that a man around your age found you. You begged him to take you to a hospital. He asked what happened and you explained. He cursed, at what you weren’t sure, but he loaded you up in the jeep nonetheless and drove deeper into the forest. Through the haze that was settling in around your vision, you looked at the man driving your jeep. His face was contorted in worry. He kept sneaking small glances at you, worry radiating off his body. He was shirtless, you noticed. He wore a pair of simple workout shorts and had no shoes on from what you could tell. His hair was short and black, hardly moving in the wind that blew through the open windows.

“Where..where..are we..” you couldn’t form a full sentence before pain ripped through your body and a loud scream took place of the words. The man driving cursed again and the jeep sped up. 

He took you to a save deep into the forest from what you could tell. He hopped out of the drivers seat and made his way towards you. You felt his arms slip under your body as he began to carry you. The pain was too much and you lost consciousness.

It wasn’t until that older man was telling you one thing and telling someone else, whom you assumed was the man who brought you, another thing. Were you doing great? It didn’t feel like it. So maybe the truth was that you weren’t going to make it. What kind of infection spreads that quickly? You didn’t understand. You didn’t want to understand. You just wanted to go home and lay in your bed and curl up with your cat. Visions of your family began flashing through your mind as you began to lose consciousness again.

--

“Hey, you awake?” you felt a hand caress your cheek softly as a cold cloth was placed on your forehead once again. This time, it stayed cold. Your body was no longer burning up and you felt amazing.No more pain. Nothing. Maybe you were dead.

“Am I dead?” you voiced.

A soft chuckle came from beside you, “Far from it. You’re alive and you’re healthy. That’s all that matters.”

You nodded and tried to open your eyes slowly. You were expecting bright white light, but what you got was a soft glow of an oil lamp beside the bed you were laying on. Shadows dances across the wall with the flicker of the flame. You turned your head to the left, where the man was sitting and noted it was the same man from last night. Maybe last night? You weren’t sure how much time passed. However, this time he was fully clothed in a black tshirt and a pair of jeans.

“I’m Jackson.” he said with a toothy grin.

“YN.” you croaked.

“Are you up for some chit chat?” a familiar voice came through the half lit room. Jerking your head in that direction, startled, you saw the old man from last night. He seemed to be in better spirits than the other night.

“Yeah.” you breathed.

He walked further into the room and sat down on the chair Jackson was previously sitting on. He moved the chair a bit closer to you and began rummaging through a bag he had brought in with him. He pulled out a stethoscope and began checking your vitals.

“You’re a doctor?” you asked.

“I’m a vet.” he answered bluntly.

“A vet? Don’t you think I need a doctor?” you asked confused.

The old man put down the stethoscope and looked at Jackson with an accusing look, “You didn’t tell her yet?”

“She just woke up before you walked in. It wasn’t exactly like I could be like ‘hey you’re a werewolf, welcome to the pack’ now could I?” Jackson spat back.

“I’m sorry what?” you asked laughing. “A werewolf? What are you guys smoking?” 

THe room got quiet and the old man just raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips before getting up and walking towards the door, “I’ll just let Jackson explain.” was all he said before he disappeared.

You sat up in the bed, adjusting the covers around you, suddenly realizing you were in different clothes than from yesterday. You could question him later about which of those perverts saw you naked. Right now, you needed information on what the literal fuck these people were going on about. Your arms crossed in front of your chest as you stared at Jackson for an explanation. 

“Well?” you pressed.

“It’s easier to show you than explain, I supposed.” he scratched the back of his neck and stepped back. He removed his shirt, and for the first time you got a good look at his body. It was ripped and you weren’t ashamed to be staring. It wasn’t until he leaned down to take his pants off did you take your eyes off of him.

“What are you doing?!” you squealed, pulling the blankets to cover your face.

“Please, you’re going to have to get used to it. Nakedness isn’t a big deal around here.” he scoffed.

You pulled the blanket down to uncover one eye and saw Jackson standing there in all his naked glory. Well, he at least had the decency to turn around so the only thing you really saw was his ass. He looked over his shoulder, worry etched into his features, “I know you’re going to freak out, but please, keep the screaming to a minimum.”

“Why would I- OH MY GOD!” you shrieked as you started to watch his body ripple. His skin began to shed and in it’s place, fur grew. He went from standing on two legs to all fours. Hands and feet turned into paws, and his face turned grotesquely into that of a wolves. In the matter of thirty seconds, a man turned into a large black wolf right in front of your eyes. Your eyes were boring into his. Not breaking contact. You could have swore the damn thing smiled, that couldn’t be possible, right? Animals can’t smile.

Just as fast as it happened, he turned back into a human again. This time facing towards you, so you got the full view this time around. In your hurry to cover your eyes, you managed to fall off the bed and land with a loud thud onto the floor. Jackson was suddenly kneeling beside you, helping you back up into the bed.

“Are you alright?” he asked concerned.

You nodded and looked at him, realizing he was still naked, you swatted at him to get away, “For heaven’s sake, put some clothes on!” you shouted, earning a laugh from him as he gathered his clothes and dressed quickly as you kept your head turned.

“Done.” he said.

Swiveling your head back towards Jackson you saw that he was in fact dressed once again, relief flooding through your body. He may be okay with being naked in front of other people, but you weren’t. “So, that proves you’re a...a..were..wolf..” the sentence felt weird rolling off your lips, “but that doesn’t prove I am.” you said defiantly.

Jackson sighed and grabbed a mirror off the table and held it up towards you. The reflection that stared back at you wasn’t human, entirely anyhow. Your ears were pointed at the top, your skin a bit darker than what it usually was. The thing that shocked you the most was the bright blue eyes that stared back at you instead of the normal dark brown. Your hands moved to your face as you began to feel all over your features. “This is a nightmare.” you whispered.

Jackson sat beside you and shook his head, “Afraid not, princess. It’s real life. Don’t worry though. Your features will go back to normal after another 24 hours. It’s a side effect of the change.” 

“So what.. that wolf that attacked me...that was a werewolf? What, do you guys just go around biting random ass people?” you could feel yourself getting heated.

“No. We don’t know who that was. A rogue I’m assuming.” he explained.

“It doesn’t matter! Things like that shouldn’t even happen! What did I do to deserve this?! I didn’t ask for this!” as if it was out of your control, your temper was building up. You felt like you were going to explode.

“Hey...yn, calm down..” Jackson stood up and backed away a few steps, his hands held up.

“Calm down?!” you laughed crazily, “You want me to calm down?!” your body felt like it was vibrating. It was thrumming with adrenaline now.

“Listen, if you don’t calm down, you’re going to change. You can’t do that just yet. You’re not prepared.” Jackson tried reasoning.

“Do you think I would be prepared! This is madness!” and that was all it took. You could physically feel your skin shifting. You could feel it ripping as patches of fur began to take over your body. THe pain was excruciating, but thankfully not as bad as the night you were bitten. You fell off the bed and landed on all fours. You began to scream. The scream slowly turned into a howl and before you knew it, you were a full blown wolf. You could feel your body panicking. You were shaking and you were scared. You looked around the room for Jackson and noticed him standing in front of  you, eyes wide in wonder. You looked down at yourself and saw your fur was stark white, compared to his midnight black fur.

“Yn, just sit still okay?” Jackson cautioned.

You just stared at him, still unsure of what to do so you stood still as possible. You watched him through wary eyes as he came closer to you, hands outstretched. His fingers found his way into your fur on the top of your head. He knelt down in front of you and he held your face in both of his hands, his thumbs stroking the side of your snout. “That’s a good girl.” he cooed. You let out a low growl, it’s not like you were a dog.

“It’s alright, princess. I’ll take care of you. I know you want to turn back, but you have to calm down first. Once your nerves are calm, you’ll change back, okay? Easy peasy.” he instructed. 

You leaned your head down and attempted to lay down, falling in the process, not entirely sure how to work your limbs just yet. You lay on your side and just looked around the room. Jackson sat down fully beside you and moved your head so it was in his lap. His fingers stroked through your fur gently. You would be lying if you said it didn’t feel good, because it did. So good you had to refrain yourself from kicking your back leg in pleasure.

“It’ll be okay, YN. I promise.” Jackson murmured from above you. You huffed through your nose and he just chuckled. “It takes some getting used to, but it gets easier. Pretty soon you can do this at will, angry or calm orr whatever emotion you’re feeling.”

You didn’t want this, but you didn’t have much of a choice. You felt yourself getting tired, so you decided to close your eyes for a moment, and enjoyed Jackson’s fingers scratching behind your ear.

--

“Try it again.” Jackson instructed.

The two of you were currently outside during daylight for what felt like the first time in eons, but it’s really been a week. News reports played in the back of your mind about your disappearance from the camp ground over a week ago and oddly enough you felt relieved everyone thought you were dead. You wouldn’t know how to live your life around them like this.Jackson had introduced you to the whole community in the middle of this National Park you worked at. You knew it was vast but you didn’t know how big it was that it could hide a whole village of people basically. Everyone was really accepting of you.

“I’m tired!” you whined.

“Boo hoo. One more time then we can go clean up. Come on.” he hunched forward with his hands on his knees, getting into position again. The two of you were currently running through some exercises to help you and your ‘inner wolf’ gain strength. You sighed and crouched down before you took off sprinting across the field and slamming your body into Jackson’s. This time though, you managed to catch him off guard and knocked him to the ground.

Your body lay ontop of his, arms on either side of his head as you grinned triumphantly down at him, “How was that?” you asked breathing hard.

He just nodded up at you and cleared his throat, “Pretty good, actually. I wasn’t expecting that.”

The two of you stayed like that for a moment before he cleared his throat again and gave you a look, did you finally realize you were still on top of him, panting like a dog. Which technically you were, but that’s on technical terms. You got off of him quickly and stood up, offering your hand for helping him up. He grabbed a hold of it and instead of allowing you to help him up, he pulled you back down as he rolled his body on top of yours, pinning you down.

“Bet you weren’t expecting that.” he grinned.

“That wasn’t fair.” you whined again.

“Life isn’t fair.” he stuck his tongue out at you.

“Tell me about it...” you grumbled and looked anywhere but at him.

“Hey..” he whispered. He rolled off of you and sat beside you, helping you into a sitting position. “I know you don’t like this, and I wish there was something I could do for you, but let’s try to make it the best we can, okay?” he offered.

“I’m sorry. You’re giving me all your time and attention to help me out and I’m being a whiny brat. I’m thankful, truly for everything you all have done. And despite this being a shitty situation, I guess it was better than me either dying in the woods or turning into a werewolf and eating my whole family the first time I raged out.” you laughed humorlessly. 

“People don’t taste good, you wouldn’t have eaten them.” Jackson declared.

You looked at him in shock, “YOU HAVE EATEN SOMEONE!?”

“What! No! From what I hear. I have never turned a human so I can’t even imagine what they would taste like. But I would assume disgusting. I’ve heard stories.” he explained.

“Mhm.” was all you said.

“I know things are really tough right now, but I just want you to know I will be there for you through it all.” he said, his eyes boring into yours.

You smiled and nudged him with your shoulder, “I know you will. You’re stuck with me. I’m like a stray kitten you feed one time. I just keep coming back until you have no choice but to keep me.” you giggled.

“I’m okay with that.” he breathed. His eyes flickered to your lips for a brief moment before back to your eyes. “You’re so beautiful, you know that?”

The compliment took you by surprise and you could feel yourself flush from head to toe. You turned your head to the side and tried to hide behind a curtain of your own hair. “I didn’t tell you that so you would hide it from me, YN.” 

“I know. It just shocked me is all...” you whispered.

Jackson’s fingers hooked under your chin and turned your head towards his so you were facing him once again. “I mean it, you’re beautiful.” he stated a second time.

A smiled formed on your face, and before you knew it, his lips were on yours ever so softly. It felt like they weren’t even there. Your own hands reached up and held tightly to the front of his shirt as you pulled him closer, crushing your lips together.

After a moment he leaned back and placed his forehead against yours, “I want to make this process as easy for you as possible. I want to be the one you run to when you need help.” his confession earning him a smile.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” and with that Jackson pressed his lips against yours once more. 

Maybe being a werewolf wasn’t such a bad thing. 

[welovekpopscenarios]

Opposites Attract (Seokmin X Reader)

Request: “Can i request a a date night in scenario with dk from seventeen pls – anon” Admin: Candi Fandom: Seventeen Member/reader: DK x Reader Genre/warning(s):  Fluff Words: 2k Authors note: I hope you enjoy this, my first fluff! Imagine having a boyfriend as amazing as Seokmin?

           You and Seokmin have had feelings for each other for a while and it was quite obvious. You didn’t hide it from each other either, you were comfortable with one another and didn’t rush into things. You were pretty close with the rest of the members, they treated you like you were one of them. You usually chilled out in the corner of the studio while they practiced, you liked to watch them, it made you feel inspired and motivated. They were always so in sync, the talent always radiated from them whenever they got together. They acted like a team, they rarely had disputes and worked on their choreography together. You always payed attention to all of them but you gave Seokmin a bit more attention seeing as you fancied him. He’d always smile your way or wink making you blush.

           You loved his energy, he was always energetic and happy. Whenever you had a bad day he’d come up with the craziest ways to make it better. Once, he brought a puppy to the studio just to make you smile. You couldn’t help but be happy around him, he radiated so much positive energy it was impossible to be upset when he was next to you. Maybe that’s why you were so attracted to him, he was quite the opposite of you and that’s what made you two good together. Opposites attract.  

           Seokmin came up to you after practicing and sat next to you.

           “Would you let me take you out on a date? I asked Hoshi to cover for me tomorrow, I want to spend the whole day with just you.”    

           The question made you blush and made you feel all warm inside. The fact that he is risking getting caught to spend some time with you means the world to you.

           “Of course! I don’t want you to get in trouble though.” You pout at him.

           “Don’t worry it’s all worth it for you.” He gives you a peck on the cheek and goes back into the routine.

           The rest of the day goes by pretty fast. You joke around with the guys and try to learn some moves but obviously failed miserably, you weren’t the greatest dancer.

           “I have a few ideas for tomorrow but I’ll keep them a secret so it’s more of a surprise!” Seokmin says clearly very excited about tomorrows date.

           “Just please nothing expensive or anything like that! You know I hate when you spend money on me.”

           “Don’t worry it’ll be a nice day out.”

           You pack up and head home while the guys head to their apartment. You went into your apartment and turned on your TV to not feel as lonely. Living alone sucked sometimes, there was no one to talk to and if you wanted to watch a horror you couldn’t unless you were in the mood to not sleep, because sleeping was not on the list after watching a horror. You decided to take a long bath and listen to some music while you’re relaxing. It was hard to relax when Seventeen, BTS and Monsta X were blasting in your bathroom and you couldn’t help but to sing along. Your bath lasted an hour because you lost track of time but you didn’t seem to mind. After that you ate some noodles while staring at the TV paying absolutely no attention because your efforts on concentrating were interrupted by lingering thoughts about your date with Seokmin tomorrow. You were excited what he had planned for you. You decide to head to bed so you won’t be a tired mess tomorrow. It takes you a while to fall asleep since you couldn’t stop smiling and the butterflies in your stomach weren’t helping.

             You shoot up from your bed as you hear knocking from your door, you grab the first tshirt that you can find on the floor and walk over to the door. You open it and see Seokmin smiling from ear to ear holding a bouquet of flowers for you.

           “What time is it?” you ask Seokmin, your eyes puffy, pretty bad bed head and you’re only wearing a tshirt and underwear.

           “It’s 8am.” Seokmin answers you without changing his facial expression.

           You can’t help but smile back at him. You welcome him in, take the flowers and find a vase for them. You need to get ready so you let Seokmin choose whether he wants to go through the agonizing pain of watching you do your makeup or if he wants to chill out in your living room and watch some TV. Undoubtedly, he picked the TV. You offered him some food and tea.

           You go to your room to quickly put on some makeup, you weren’t really the type of girl that would go out of her way to put on loads of makeup, you preferred how your face looked with just mascara and eyebrows, your skin was pretty clear and you loved every freckle on your face so you didn’t want to cover them with foundation. You put your hair up in a high, relaxed ponytail and as for the clothes you put on an oversized baby pink jumper, denim jeans with small rips on them and white converse. You took your black backpack with you as well, handbags were a pain in the ass to carry around. You walk out to Seokmin and say you’re ready.

           “You look so cute!” Seokmin complimented you and proceeded to ordered a cab. After 10 minutes, it was time to leave. You still had absolutely no idea where you were heading but it seemed like you were heading out of town. During the cab ride, Seokmin managed to make friends with the cab driver while you stayed quiet. You were pretty awkward and he definitely wasn’t. Once again, opposites attract.

             You arrived at a carnival and gazed at the numerous attractions such as a big ferris wheel, candy floss, a skating ring. Everything was so exciting, the perfect place for Seokmin, he found himself in these places. You were nervous but delighted at the same time. This seemed like the perfect date destination. You weren’t a fan of the cliché dinner and a movie date. Seokmin knew how to have a good time and you were ready to enjoy your day at the carnival. You were definitely NOT excited about the ferris wheel since you had a massive fear of heights but you’d cross that bridge once you got to it. You got your wristbands and obviously, Seokmin insisted on paying for you, he always did.

           “Can we pleeeeease get candy floss first?” you whined at Seokmin, he laughed at you and agreed straight away. You usually only saw pink candy floss but this place had all the colours. You decided to get green and he took blue, you pull out your phone and turn on the camera, both of you pose for a selfie of you eating candy floss. You wanted to take pictures of memories you’d want to remember forever and this was definitely one of them. As you enjoy your candy floss you walk around the carnival, there was a lot of performing taking place, fire breathing, dancing and some scary knife tricks you had no interest in.

Seokmin grabbed your hand and curled his fingers around yours. You got shy and tried to not make eye contact with him. You noticed the both of you were heading towards the ferris wheel.

“No no no no no no no! Please don’t make me go in it.” You cried. Seokmin held your hand tighter and pulled you along to it. “Come on it’ll be fine.” He reassures you. You sat into the umbrella of death and started to hyperventilate. These things didn’t have any seatbelts, the only thing that was protecting you from falling out was a singular metal pipe that went across the seats, the door looked like it was going to fall off. The dreaded moment comes and it starts to move, tears pooling in your eyes, Seokmin can’t help but laugh. You’re at the top and you feel your body weaken, you melt to the floor and wrap your legs and arms around the metal pipe that was connecting the umbrella to the cabin. You start crying out loud and Seokmin is in stitches from laughing at you.

“STOP! I’m so scared, I want to get off.” You state with tears rolling down your cheeks. The ferris wheel goes around 5 times, the people working it laughing at you as well. You were miserable on it but you still found humour in the situation. You’re finally able to get off it, your body softens and you fall onto the ground. You look bitterly at Seokmin while he just smiles and winks at you.

“Okay so, since I still have a bit of dignity left, let’s get rid of it completely and go skating.” You suggest confidently.

Both of you make your way over to the ring, getting skates that were way too tight and you knew they would leave your feet in blisters after taking them off. Everything is going pretty smoothly, you were holding hands, both laughing. Seokmin was obviously good at skating, he was good at everything he did. You fell a couple of times but it wasn’t anything serious, you just laughed it off and Seokmin helped you. You were skating and you looked up at Seokmin, everything seemed to slow down for you, you were in awe at how good he looked, it felt like fireworks were exploding in your stomach, you felt yourself fall for him even more. Seokmin noticed you glancing at him and stopped skating, he pulled you in closer and held you tight. You wrapped your hands around his neck and kissed him. It was your first kiss with him, it felt so right, you imagined this moment in your head over and over but never thought it would feel so ideal. You pull away and he throws you a smile. You get off the ring and go to the green area and sit on the grass with him. Eventually you lied down on the grass, staring up to the sky, you couldn’t get over how impeccable this felt.

“Jagi, I really like you and I know you like me too, we’ve been dancing around each other for quite a while now, I don’t know what took me so long but I would love for you to be my girlfriend, what do you say?” he looks with hope in his eyes. You can’t help but squeal from excitement and hug into him and quickly say yes.

The whole day was so flawless and you were finally able to say you’re his and he’s yours. It was so exciting. He always made you so happy and knew he’d continue to do so. The rest of the evening you spent talking about how much you liked each other and were glad you’re finally together. It started getting colder and the carnival emptied, you decided it was time to go home so you ordered a cab.

Seokmin walked you to the door of your apartment, kissed your hand and said goodnight, what a gentleman. He walked off but you chased him so you could plant one last kiss on him before the end of the day. You smiled at each other and you walked back to your door and watched him go down the street. He always looked so effortlessly handsome, women would always stare at him but it didn’t bother you anymore seeing as he was yours and he’d never do anything to hurt you. You felt like an idiot smiling away to yourself, people who walked by definitely thought you were crazy but you didn’t care. You couldn’t wait to see what the future held for both of you, you were ready and excited for the adventure.

[absolutelycapable]

in between days

she meets jaehyun four times. the first three she is drunk, the last one she is not.(3,000+ words, jaehyun x oc)

(i)

           “and this is jaehyun!” her friend is yelling into her ear, pointing at one of the two boys in front of you.

           “hi” she extend her hand to shake his. he meets her gaze with an expression that looks to ask ‘are you serious?’, but reluctantly accepts her hand anyways.

           a heavy rap track is blaring in the background as she swallows the last of her drink. sweaty bodies fill the room, the stench of alcohol that she thought was overpower upon her arrival has been long forgotten, as her brain had reduced its ability and was now only processing one thing at a time. right now, that thing was jung jaehyun and his toned biceps that were peeking out from beneath the hem of his black tshirt.

           “are you not drinking?” she asked, failing to see any cups within his remote vicinity. she can feel her words slurring as they leave her mouth, but her brain was so foggy from the tequila shots she had taken earlier and the overwhelmingly attractive male she was speaking to that she did not have the energy to put any thought to the possible embarrassment.

           “nope. i’m the driver tonight.” he speaks with little interest, eyes wandering beyond her to the crowd seated at a table somewhere behind her. his mouth hardly moves from the straight line it sits in as he talks, obviously preoccupied with something beyond the conversation she is offering.

           her friend is giggling and touching the arm of the other boy she met, who’s name she has already forgotten. soon the flirtatious pair excuse themselves to go get more drinks, leaving her alone with the sober and slightly annoyed boy she had just met. they stand in the corner of the room, ignoring the other’s existence for what seems like an eternity until your two friends return, attached at the face and pushing each other onto the couch, drinks forgotten somewhere on their journey.

           “you might be driving an extra body tonight” she says, leaning towards jaehyun’s ear in attempt to be heard over the sounds of the chaos surrounding them, but losing her footing and grabbing his (extremely broad) shoulder for balance.

           “most likely.” he snorts and she can feel his muscles flex “i just hope your friend is drunk enough to sleep through the night. yuta snores like a chainsaw.”

           she thinks it’s nice to see the boy smirk instead of sulk over his current situation like he had been for the few minutes she had known him, before realizing her hand is still in contact with his body and quickly removing it.

           “what are you studying?” she asks, curious to see if he is capable of having more than two expressions.

           “literature. second year. what about yourself?” he leans against the wall and turns to face her, crossing his arms.

           “i’m a bio major. second year as well but i just transferred, so i only know approximately three people at this party.” she’s not sure if the alcohol is affecting her depth perception, but he seems very close.

           “don’t worry, there’s not many people here worth knowing anyways. especially not when they’re drunk.” there’s an edge in his voice she can’t place.

           “who do i want to know then?” she looks at him expectantly and he smirks again.

           they talk the rest of the night. she goes home and wonders when she will see him again.

 (ii)

“you’re drunk.” jaehyun stated, taking a long drag from the cigarette in his hand and releasing the smoke from his lungs into the night air.

“i’m not drunk.” she grabbed his cheeks with one hand, turning his head so their eyes locked. her expression sat blank before she erupted into a fit of giggles, “ok, maybe i’m a little drunk. but it’s more fun that way!” she snatched the light from his hand and let it rest between her two fingers.

their second interaction was spent much like their first, mostly in silence, except for the bass of the music blaring inside. she had wandered around the party asking a few randoms for a smoke before running into him. jaehyun obliged her request, cocking an eyebrow at her wobbly condition and leading her outside by the waist. now they were perched on the hard brick of the front porch, clouds of cold breath and the smoke they exhaled mixing around them.

“you should try it sometime.” she said, wrapping her jean jacket tighter around her.

“what’s that?”

“being drunk. having fun.” the party sounded distant from where they were, and she wondered if she could trick herself into forgetting about everything but him. “i’ve heard some rumours, but i’ve only ever seen you when you’re sober.”

“and you’ve only met me two times.” he laughed, looking up at the black above them. The quiet surrounded them again, and she decided ten minutes exposed to the chill of winter was the fastest way to sober up. even though she was freezing her ass off, there was a certain beauty to their surroundings. the sky was clear tonight and the darkness was scattered with stars, illuminating them both just enough for her not miss how his posture stiffened slightly at her comment.

“what have you heard? i’m not familiar with that side of me. i’d like to know what i did.” his voice was teasing but the the look in his eyes was unreadable. their cigarette was finished, but jaehyun was pulling another one from the pocket of his jacket and placing between his lips. she flicked on the flame and held the lighter to the edge of the malboro.

“nothing too specific. someone just told me you used to be quite the party animal.” and playboy. but she left that part out.

“i guess that’s true.” he hummed. “obviously not my favourite hobby anymore though.”

she had to admit he intrigued her. former varsity basketball player quits the team and drops off the face of the earth to all who knew him, suddenly transforming into the brooding and mysterious boy who could give james dean a run for his money. she was curious, and the fact that jung jaehyun was very, very hot did not help in any way to settle the questions swarming in her head. maybe in her tipsy state she was imagining, but there was a sadness in his eyes that looked deeper than something you could explain to another person. a sadness that can only be understood through experience.

“what are your hobbies now then?” she averted her eyes to the ground, realizing she had spent the last few minutes staring at the soft curve of his lips.

“if i’m being honest, i spend most of my time studying and babysitting drunk people who are supposed to be my friends.” he laughs as she holds her hand up to her chest, mocking offense. he leans closer and speaks in a voice lower than she has ever heard “but if i’m not doing that, i like writing.”

“that’s a nice fact, edgar allan poe. next time i see you when i’m drunk at a part i’ll know not to go outside alone with you in case you need some inspiration for your next murder novel.” she leans away but her heart is beating fast, and he’s looking at her with that smile that makes her want to do something terribly stupid.

she rises from her position and heads towards the door. “i’m not going to let you become the next stephen king because of me. you’re going to have to find another girl to make your money off of.” she turns back to face him, but he is already throwing the last of his cigarette on the ground and following her into the house.

 (iii)

           the club is full and she is sweating, a mix of liquor and adrenaline pulsing through her bloodstream in rhythm with the beat of the music. after the last round of shots, all she wanted was to move, so she didn’t object when her friends wanted to leave the bar and head somewhere with a dance floor. the combination of flashing lights and unknown faces puts her in a daze, and she hardly notices when a new person inserts themselves into their dance circle.

           by the time she realizes what is happening, yuta and your friend are trying to reenact their infamous night from a few months ago, dancing dangerously close to each other. two other bodies have joined your group, boys that she recognized as ten and taeyong, some of yuta’s friends that she had shared classes with.

they had danced through three songs with the new additions to the group before she noticed him. as she tilts her head back to brush the hair from her face, she makes eye contact with a figure near the wall and he smirk at her. jaehyun. she darts her way through the crowd until she’s standing next to him.

“hello stranger.” she smiles, running a hand through her hair. “are you driving again?”

“unfortunately yes.” this is the most she can remember him smile, “and this club is really not made for sober people.”

“i believe that. you must owe a lot of favours if you’re always the sensible one.” she wasn’t sure if she was leaning in because she wanted to flirt with him or if she was so drunk she couldn’t stand up straight.

           by the time she took her attention away from jaehyun and their conversation, her friend and yuta had dismissed themselves from the group and ushered themselves to a table where your friend was sprawled on top of him, looking like she was trying to inhale him for a second time.

           “something about this seems familiar.” jaehyun rolls his eyes at her playfully and she is giggling like he has told the funniest joke in the world.

           “do you think you can get away with ditching your friends for a bit?” he inquires.

           “it depends. what did you have in mind?” she is so close to him she swears she can feel the warmth of his skin radiating against her, “if it involves me dying, then it’ll be a strong maybe.”

           he looks her up and down before responding, “sorry, i usually prefer my victims a bit meatier. they taste better. i’m a bit hungry though.”

           she grabs his hand and begins to drag him towards the exit.

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           less than half an hour later she is sipping a milkshake in some dingy 24-hour diner, jaehyun parallel to her in their tiny corner booth. a classic doo-wop song melts into the background as the red leather of the seats makes him stand out in all black.

           “so biology.” he says to her, picking a french fry off the plate between them.

           “mmmmmm?” she slurps in question, tilting her head and grinning. “what about it?”

           “what do you want to do with it?” he questions, “if you want to be a doctor i think you might be mixed up with who chops who into little pieces.”

           “ha ha. funny joke, hannibal.” she kicks him under the table, “seriously though, i do want to be a doctor.”

           “really? how ambitious.” his dark hair makes him look ghostly pale in the fluorescent lights, like he is a figment of her imagination in some alternate universe and if she blinks he will vanish from his place in front of her. somehow, the look works for him. “open your own practice and stuff?”

           “not exactly. more like the whole doctors without borders shebang. offer healthcare and research to those who don’t have access to it.”

           “we have a humanitarian on our hands. you never struck me as the type.”

           “the type to want to help other people? well thanks asshole.” she scrunched her nose, unimpressed with his statement.

           “no, not that!” he audibly laughed, smile lighting up his face and revealing a small dimple on each cheek, “i meant the type to not settle down. you seem like a homebody.”

he seemed genuinely engaged for the first time since she had met him. she wasn’t sure if the change in setting had a part in it, but he also seemed…. happier. less cynical. eating greasy food in a diner at 2 am made him seem more like the twenty year old by he was, rather than his usually convincing portrayal of a boy building walls around himself to keep others out.

           “what about you?” she retorts, loudly slurping the remnants of her milkshake, “what are you going to do with that lit degree? die an alcoholic, five times divorced?”

           he pretends to be shocked by her comment. “you know, not all authors are tortured souls. although the better ones certainly fit that stereotype.”

           “so you’re stuck between choosing happiness or to be remembered for your literary skills? a tough decision indeed.”.

           “i guess you could say that.” he placed his now empty cup of coffee on the edge of the table, “although i like writing, i’m not sure if i have the talent for it.” he’s looking out the window instead of facing her, and she feels the bitterness return to his eyes just for a moment, before disappearing as he grins at her. “what i really want to do is teach.”

           she looks at him, unconvinced, “for real?” she waits for any kind of response before continuing, but his expression remains in the same smirk, challenging her to question him. “are you trying to be the misunderstood angsty english teacher who get high school girls all hot and bothered? because that role might suit you.” she leans back against the red leather with a grin, ”you’ve actually got the right aesthetic going on, you might need glasses though.”

           “and what would that be?” he is leaning his elbows on the table to prop himself closer to her, and although her alcohol levels have dropped significantly, she still can’t bring herself to bite her tongue.

           “tall, dark, handsome in a way that isn’t airbrushed Hollywood,  but is still irresistible. trust me, i would have had a crush on you in high school.” she breathes out and leans in so their faces are only inches apart.

           “what about now?” she can feel his the heat of his skin radiating across the table. he smelled like a combination of cigarettes, coffee, and laundry detergent, scents that were more appealing when they all came together.

           “what about now?” she waggled her eyebrow at him, thinking she was lucky her cheeks were already flushed from the alcohol she had consumed earlier.

           before he could respond, his phone started violently buzzing on the table beside him. after saying a few “yes”’s and a “see you in five” into the phone, he pulled a twenty dollar bill and left it on the table.

           “looks like our time is up.” he hummed, standing and motioning towards the door.

 (iv)

           “i don’t need you to take me home.” he huffed, sitting on the curb next to the bus stop. it was nearly 1 in the morning, and the last bus going back to the university was set to come soon. the street was quiet, despite the party that was going on a few houses down. she sighed and sat down next to him.

           “ok holden caufield, no need to be angry over someone trying to be a good friend.” the party had been fun, but after jaehyun’s friends had left early and he was stranded in an inebriated state, she decided she needed to make sure he made it back to his apartment in a single piece.

           “you’re not as fun when you’re sober, you really should know that.” jaehyun bumped their shoulders together and then proceeded to slouch over and prop his head against her arm. his breathing audible as they both sat in silence for a few moments.

the night was cold, but the wetness that defines winter chill is missing. signs of spring had been emerging, and the end of their semester was approaching faster than anyone had expected. the party was thrown to celebrate the end of midterms for most people, but unfortunately one of her professors had decided to extend her suffering. her avoidance of alcohol was so she could go home and crack open her books once she had made a brief appearance at her friend’s party. that was of course until she had run into jaehyun, who was drunk, alone, and very eager to spend time with her. after nearly dropping her whilst trying to give her some sort of bear hug when she brought him a glass of water, she figured it was time for jaehyun to go to bed.

           after sitting wordlessly for what felt like an endless amount of time, each enjoying the contact of their skin against each other, he spoke.

“i’m sorry.” his voice is almost a whisper, and she’s not sure if he is directing this at her or if in his drunken state he is somehow feeling the need to apologize to a greater power somewhere in the universe.

           “what for?” she sighed, resting her head on top of his. his hair was soft, and the warmth of his touch was nice. comforting.

           “the first time i get drunk in ages and i end up forcing a very cute girl who i have only met twice to babysit me. not exactly what i imagined when i left the house a few hours ago.”

           “three times.”

           “what?”

           “we’ve met three times before this.” she suppressed a giggle, grinning to herself. he pulled himself away from his position against her shoulder and faced her, eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

           “i subtly tell you i’m interested in you and all you can do is correct me on the number of times i have taken care of your drunk ass?” he laughs, shoving her lightly.

           “if you call that a confession, i’m extremely disappointed. you didn’t even write me a story about you cutting off any of my limbs out of passion or give me a mixtape including a song by the cure. i expected better of you.”

he was staring at her, lips upturned and cheeks pink. his eyes were full of something she had never seen in the times they had met. possibly curiosity, or hope. something that made them sparkle with chance.

“can i try again when i haven’t been drinking?” he asked, a tinge of nerves lacing his question, but not enough to stop him from ever slightly leaning closer.

           “i don’t know.” she was perfectly still, not wanting to break the eye contact between them, ”you’re the author, what is your gut telling you?”

           she can feel her stomach flip at the proximity between them. he is so close, and she just wants to reach out and run her fingers through the softness of his dark hair again.

“it’s telling me to kiss you, no matter how cliché that ending will be.” there are merely centimetres between his face and hers.

           “well, maybe we should give the readers what they want.”

and she closes the gap between them.