#i wouldn’t mind you dating someone else if you still shared a home with me and we lived together

[a4lesbian]

It’s like i want to be the most important person in your life but I don’t want to kiss your lips or have sex with you

[jjkeverlast]

hello beautiful baby !!! can i request a drabble w some bday sex for the reader 👀🫶🏻 reader is absolutely stupidly infatuated with his hips and waist and cherishes them with kisses 😭 anything else is down to you !!! 🩷🫶🏻

baby, come here | jjk (m)

<> pairing jungkook x fem!reader

<> genre/au's est. relationship | birthday!au | smut smut smut

<> summary jungkook surprises you with something special for your birthday...

<> word count 4.1k 😼

<> warnings they're both switches | fingering | grinding | handjob | cowgirl | jungkook touches reader’s rim | lots of kisses | jungkook has his iconic long hair | reader rides his thighs and abs | lots of worshipping | cute nicknames like angel & baby 🥺 | soft koo | fluffy & slow sex | reader worships jungkook the most | they're so in love you might puke | ft. co-worker jimin

<> author's note hi sav!! i hope you enjoy this filth hehe, thank u for re-sending the request after my ass was stupid enough to delete it 😭 jsfhksjfh and early happy bday from me!! take this as a gift hehe, thank u for requesting pretty ♡

[keep in mind i do not do taglists for requests <3 thank you!]

baby🥺: i have a surprise for you when you get home 

you: oh? 

you: i’m guessing this is a birthday surprise? 

baby🥺: don’t ruin it babe!! 

baby🥺: just get home before i change my mind 🙄

you: you wouldn’t 

baby🥺: wanna bet? 

You roll your eyes, wanting to grin because you know he’s not serious. Jungkook should know better, you almost know him better than he does himself — one of the perks of dating for five years. 

It had been a good day so far, your colleagues had greeted you with balloons when you entered your office early in the morning, cheering a loud “Happy Birthday!” when they caught a glimpse of you. 

Birthdays were never that important for you, but it did warm your heart that all of your colleagues took the time of their day to surprise you and celebrate you so loudly. You found out later how it was all Jimin’s idea, creating a whole group chat to make sure everyone was in on the idea. 

Everything worked out in the end. The smile on your face didn’t fade once, too overwhelmed by a huge amount of happiness. 

It was the end of the day when Jungkook decided to text you. He was still sleeping when you were getting dressed for work, and knowing you’ll be seeing him later you didn’t bother, instead admiring his soft snores and his long hair messily laying on the pillow. 

“Any exciting plans for tonight?” Jimin peaked inside your office, wearing a grin when you shut your phone off, too busy giggling over what Jungkook has planned for you. 

“Maybe…” 

Jimin rolled his eyes at your attempt to be mysterious. “Save it, I know Jungkook probably has something planned.” 

“You’re on the right track.” 

“He probably put his dick in a present box.” Jimin jokes, earning your mouth to drop, a scoff escaping your parted lips. 

“Jimin!” 

He brings his hands up in a surrendering motion. “I’ll shut up.” 

“Thank you. Well, I’m about to head out.” You begin to log off on your computer, grabbing your bag while Jimin watches you with a careful gaze. 

“I’ll see you on Monday.” He says before leaving your office door, returning back to his own.

“Jungkook?” You call out when you enter your shared apartment, the lights being completely off. 

There’s no response, and even though he told you earlier over text that he had planned a surprise, you begin to worry. Subtly, you begin to walk inside, fetching for a light until someone grabs you by the waist. 

“Happy birthday, baby.” Jungkook whispers, pulling you forward so both your chests collide. It’s then you realize he’s not wearing a shirt, his skin feeling soft and delicate under your fingertips. With no second thought, your hands begin to roam on his arms, squeezing at his muscles. 

“Thank you.” You respond softly, pulling Jungkook down for a soft and tender kiss. He gently wraps his arms around you, clutching himself tight as he indulges into your lips. 

“Mmm, you want your surprise?” Jungkook says against your lips, and you nod before he completely lets go and guides you towards your shared bedroom. 

There’s a small box on the covers, next to a bouquet of tulips, your favorites. 

“Koo… this is—“ You pick them up carefully, admiration and love soaring through your veins as you trace your fingers over the purple petals. 

Jungkook keeps his eyes on you, determined to not miss out on any reaction from you. He can tell you’re content with the flowers, after all he went to a specific flower shop outside of town, certain that the tulips you commented on a few months ago were still available. 

“Thank you. I love you.” You bring your hand forward, caressing his cheek as tears begin to form in the corner of your eyelids. 

When you had first met Jungkook, you never expected to be here today, five years later in a shared apartment, in love and filled with utmost happiness. It feels like a dream, which is pretty cliche to say, but it feels this way because how come everything is just right with Jungkook and you? 

“Open the box.” Jungkook grins, holding himself back from doing his tiny jumps when he’s excited. 

“Okay, okay!” You begin to laugh yourself, grabbing onto the white box. 

The box clicks open and your mouth drops. It’s a necklace, with a bunny accessory hanging by the end. 

“You didn’t.” 

“Hey! You’re the one who constantly refers to me as a bunny, so I decided to take matters into my own hands and make this a reality!” God, he’s such an idiot, and you’re completely head over heels in love with him. Fucking Jeon Jungkook and that darn smile.

“I can’t believe you.” You take the necklace out of the purple cushion, holding it up in the air as you study the details. 

“Can I?” You hum out a yes, letting Jungkook reach for it as you turn, exposing the nape of your neck. 

The metal feels cold against your skin for a second when Jungkook puts it around you, ending it with a simple click. You hold tightly onto the bunny ears, turning back around to look at your boyfriend. 

“I love it.” Jungkook sighs with a smile, pulling you once again in for a kiss. Instead of it being a simple peck, you wrap your arms around his neck, letting your lips move in an identical tempo. 

Kissing Jungkook always feels new. It feels as if you’re still on that second date when he took the courage to kiss you goodnight at your doorstep. The same butterflies are settled into the pit of your stomach. It really feels like yesterday you started dating, but no, it’s been five fucking years. Five years with this silly boy who’s shown you what love truly can be about. 

“Baby.” Jungkook mumbles, tilting your face as he plunges forward on your neck, pressing his soft lips. The wet open kisses make you grow hot, needy and fuck, was Jimin right? Because surely, this is leading to sex and you don’t want to stop. 

Also, he’s shirtless which doesn’t really help either because fuck how can he look this good? Abs and built bodies never truly impressed you, but there’s something about how Jungkook carries it proudly, yet subtly. He’s aware he’s hot but he doesn’t show it off and wow, you’re so lucky you get to have him this way. 

You pull his face upwards, kissing him again, wanting to taste more of him. Gently, you grab onto the strands of his long hair, fiddling with them as he bites your lip in response. The kiss is soft yet rough, both of you pulling on each other to get closer while your tongues dangle softly in between. 

“Wanna show you how much I love you.” Jungkook mumbles against your lips. 

It doesn’t take a genius to guess what he means and he’s in luck, cause fuck — you really want him. You clutch yourself tighter to him, continuing to kiss him with adoration and love. Jungkook keeps his hold tight, hands drowning further behind your back and onto your ass. He grabs onto it, making you gasp before it’s engulfed by his tongue. 

Jungkook takes a step backwards, letting himself sit down on the edge of the bed, while you still stand upright. Your hands roam on his shoulders while his clutch beneath your ass, pulling you down on his lap. 

Even though you love kissing Jungkook, there’s something about kissing his neck and collarbones. Showing admiration to every part of your boyfriend is one of your favorite things. So you do exactly that, tilting his head upwards while your tongue and lips trail further down. His collarbones are defined and you kiss the prominent edges. Every detail of Jungkook is beautiful. 

“I love your collarbones.” You admit in the open while sucking on the skin, leaving a small mark. Jungkook sighs, keeping his hands roaming on your ass, grabbing it when he feels you bite down. 

“Baby—“ 

You don’t respond, instead you pull your hands downwards on his abs that tense beneath your touch. Fuck. It’s no secret that you’ve wanted to kiss and touch every part of Jungkook— maybe even ride his thigh and especially his abs. There’s something exciting about feeling the muscles beneath your exposed core as you mark him with your slick. 

Although, you’ve never gained the full courage to do so. It’s not because of judgment, Jungkook would never judge you. Which also explains how the sex between you is that good. It’s a free space to try out new things and feel comfortable with one another, but this was a fantasy and you weren’t mad that it’ll continue to be that. 

To distract yourself from those thoughts, you focus on Jungkook hardening beneath you. You feel the excitement grow in your gut, grinding shamelessly down on him, making him hiss. 

“Fuck.” Jungkook mumbles, tracing his hand on your face while he smiles down at you. His thumb begins to trail on your lips, feeling the soft edges before he pops it inside your mouth. You suck with zero hesitation. Jungkook’s mouth is agape, in awe of how your mouth feels warm around it. 

Whenever you had sex there was never truly a routine. It was always natural, both of you giving in to showing how much you adored and loved each other. No matter how rough, or soft the sex was. There was always a balance. 

Jungkook retracts his thumb, reaching for the zipper of your pants and pulling them down enough to reach down to your clit. His slicked thumb starts rubbing it carelessly, pressing down while rolling it around in circles. You buck your hips into his hand, making him chuckle due to you becoming so quickly desperate for him. He knew how much you loved his touches, and especially when he reached downwards, teasing you on your most sensitive parts. 

“J-Jungkook, ah fuck!” You let out when he gently pinches your clit between his thumb and index finger, while two of his fingers rubbed themselves in between your lips, collecting the wetness that grew with every touch of his. Fuck, Jungkook loved feeling how soaked you got because of him. 

Feeling too overwhelmed by the feeling, you decide to return the favor, grabbing onto his clothed cock that’s fully hard beneath his sweatpants. He feels heavy in your palm as you grope him, while squeezing the tip by the edges. Jungkook seems to really enjoy your hands, when he chooses to pull his pants down, revealing it. He doesn’t ever stop touching you, you feel how his fingertips curve around your hole, teasing around it even though you need them in you. So to play it fair, you hop on the teasing train and give it back. When Jungkook realizes how you don’t exactly touch him as he expected, he pulls a frown on his face. 

“What?” You hold back a smile, biting on your bottom lip. 

“Don’t do that.” His frown remains, eyes dropped down to the sight of your fingers caressing the soft skin of his cock. You don’t say something at first, letting him wonder for a little longer why you’re suddenly pulling that card right now. 

“Then stop teasing me.” You whisper in his ear, biting down on his earlobe before your mouth runs down to the tiny mole on his neck. You kiss it gently, feeling Jungkook take a deep breath by how his chest moves forward. 

“I’m not. I’m just—“ Jungkook pauses, waiting for you to look at him instead of smothering with small kisses. When you finally do, you quirk an eyebrow. 

“You’re just?” 

“I’m just taking my time, angel.” 

Angel. A nickname Jungkook picked up on quickly after you started dating. He tells you it just simply fits you, but you know deep down it’s because he loves your little angel wings tattoo on your rib cage. 

“But I need your—“ You gasp when Jungkook pushes both of his fingers inside of you with no warning. He catches you completely off guard, smirking when he notices how your eyes are closed, immersed by the feeling of being full. 

“You were saying?” He teases you now, latching his lips on your shoulder. 

You aren’t keen on answering him, instead you push yourself up and down on his fingers, fucking yourself on them. 

“S-shit.” Jungkook says, in surprise of how dirty you are, as you don’t even hesitate to chase an orgasm, by simply having his fingers inside of you. While you’re enjoying the feeling of his fingers, you’re tempted to have his tongue on you as well. Letting your thoughts aside, you finally stroke him as he wishes, noticing how the tip is already wet. Somehow you find a synchronized tempo, your hand stroking him with your every movement in your hips. Jungkook groans against your shoulder, his tongue moving on your exposed skin, letting you feel how wet it is. 

“Hold on.” You stop abruptly, too impatient, so you remove yourself from his lap to stand and remove your clothing as quickly as possible. Jungkook’s eyes pop open when he sees your naked form, so focused on how beautiful you look that he forgets to take his own off. 

“Come on, wanna see you.” You encourage him, standing in between his legs. 

Jungkook gulps down, biting his lip before grabbing the waistband of the sweatpants along with his boxers. When everything is off, you’re exposed to his tattoos that adorn his thigh. Jungkook had gotten them all in one night while he was drunk, wanting to be able to endure the pain even though he secretly had a pain kink. The tattoos are so random, but very Jungkook. 

You reach forward, tracing your fingers on the details of the three black stars accompanied by two gaming consoles. Till this day you still don’t understand why he picked those as tattoos, but he was always impulsive when it came to anything but his sleeve. 

The sleeve was something he worked on for a long time, finding different designs and how they could connect all together and hang in a harmony. You remember how you watched it day by day become the sleeve you’re met with today. The memory of sitting down next to him when he got his first tattoo, is clear as a day. 

Jungkook tries to get your attention again, noticing you spacing off as you admire his tattoos. “What are you thinking?” The question is simple, but fuck the answer isn’t. You’ve seen and heard about thigh riding and how it somehow manages to stimulate the clit. You’ve never tried it. Yes, you and Jungkook were open and honest about whatever you wanted to experiment, which explains how you’ve done almost anything, but minor things weren’t really spoken about. Fantasies were meant to be kept as those simple wishes that are never meant to be made into life, but somehow you wanted to risk a bit today. It is your birthday after all, and you really want to have his thigh under you while you ride. 

“I wanna…” You start, positioning yourself on top of his thigh without a question, testing the waters a bit to see his reaction. Jungkook’s eyebrows raise at your chosen position, awaiting for you to finish. You move closer, pecking his lips softly before murmuring. “Wanna ride your thigh.” 

Jungkook stays quiet, which causes you to worry, until he moves backwards, lifting his thigh a bit, causing your core to graze the skin. “Yeah?” Jungkook glances at you, his lips curving into a somewhat smile. 

“Mhm.” You hum in agreement, grabbing the nape of his neck to kiss him again. Both of your knees rest on the comforters, while you slowly begin to find a pace. Jungkook can feel how wet you are whenever your core moves back and forth on it. He wants to look down, to see his tattoos covered in your slick and see them glisten. Instead, he lets you experiment, while holding his hand on your back to guide you. 

You never stop kissing each other, groping and gripping on whatever you can get your hands off, as you begin to pick up another pace. Jungkook starts to tense under you, the edges of his muscles becoming more prominent as you feel your clit rub against it. It feels different but good. 

Even though you’re fully focused on the new sensation, you don’t miss out on stroking your boyfriend who’s watching you with pleased eyes by this new sight. You’re not sure if he’s been wanting to try this too or if it’s only you — by the looks of it Jungkook seems to be getting even more turned on than earlier watching you do this. 

Jungkook doesn’t even know where to look. He wants to watch your hand stroke him, he wants to watch your expressions as you move your hips back and forth and of course, the tattoos covered in your wetness. 

You’re in too much pleasure to even have your eyes open. Therefore you settle on resting your head in the corner of Jungkook’s neck. 

“Feel good, angel?” Jungkook pants out, starting to feel his own orgasm emerge with each stroke. 

“Y-yeah—“ You can barely form it into words, aiming for that orgasm you’ve been wanting since Jungkook decided to tease you earlier. You really fucking need this. 

It’s there, in the pit of your stomach, about to pull the final string when Jungkook forces you to stop. His hand feels warm against your lower region, while he’s trying to catch his breath himself. 

“I don’t want to come like this. Wanna fuck you.” Your hand retrieves from his cock, letting out short breaths while you try your best to remain calm over being interrupted in the middle of an upcoming orgasm. Jungkook can easily tell you were close, he could hear how your moans suddenly turned strained and how your fingers were tightening their hold on him. But, fuck, he really didn’t want to come like this. He wants to feel you, stretch you out as you engulf him. So, he’ll do just that. 

“Baby, come here.” Jungkook murmurs, pulling you forward to plant a soft kiss on your temple. Now he’s trying to smother you with kisses, and you giggle softly at the tickling sensation when he starts rubbing his nose on the apple of your cheek. 

“I love you.” You remind him again, never being tired of catching that tiny sparkle emitting in his eyes when he hears it. 

“I love you.” Jungkook repeats, while you push him down on his back. The long hair spreads out on the white sheets, curling around while he tucks it back with both hands. There’s something extremely hot about Jungkook’s new length of hair, because it’s new. 

Your hands fiddle with the curled hair, while you prop your wet core on his cock, grinding back and forth on it. Jungkook moves his head upwards, his lips biting down on your bottom lip while he groans. His hips move upwards, showing desperation to get you inside and frankly you can’t really wait either. So, you move downwards, kissing his stomach and sucking down on the mole by his rib cage. 

“So pretty.” You mumble on his skin, showing love to his tummy and tiny waist. He whines at the contact and how you worship every part of him. 

“I love every part of you, Koo.” You admit, settling upwards to push yourself down on him. Jungkook nibbles on his lip ring, blushing at your comment. 

“I’m so lucky to have you, angel.” Your body grows hot, the love soaring through your veins before you ease yourself down, letting it stretch you open. Both of your mouths fall agape with a moan when his cock is finally buried inside. 

“C-come here, fuck.” Jungkook pleads, grabbing your back with both hands so your chests collide. His skin feels warm and soft against yours, sweat beginning to accumulate with each thrust from your side. The movements are slow yet rough, Jungkook’s grip never stops being tight on your body. He seems overwhelmed by everything, his eyes watching you all while you buck your hips. 

“Shit—“ He lets out, his hand trailing up to your nape, holding it while your lips glide over his. 

“Mhm.” You begin to quicken the pace, wanting to come. Jungkook feels you clench with every thrust, sending him into an orbit of pleasure. 

You lean your forehead on his, catching your eyes trailing down to his abs and the view of his cock disappearing inside of you. 

The fantasy of riding his abs keeps coming back at you, the urge climbing higher when they tense with every movement. 

Somehow Jungkook can sense you’re thinking about something, noticing the frown while you’re solemnly focused on his abs. 

“Hey, you okay?” Your eyes move back to his, nodding yet Jungkook isn’t convinced. “Tell me.” He breathes out, wanting to know but fuck, he can’t even fully concentrate when you feel so warm and wet. 

“It’s nothing—“ You moan again, his cock almost fully out before you place yourself back down. You’re certain he won’t ask again, so you go back, riding him fully. 

Jungkook grabs ahold of your waist, moving his hand from your nape to your jaw. “Baby, it’s your birthday. Wanna give you everything. Just— ah! Tell me.” Jungkook once again bites down on his lip, a groan escaping due to the feeling of you around him. 

“J-just… wanna ride your abs.” Honesty is something you both have been really good at. If something’s bothering either one of you, you express it. 

“F-fuck.” Jungkook’s cock twitches at your words and you’re surprised that he’s even more turned on after you admitted one of your fantasies. 

You don’t really know what to say, instead you go back to chasing an orgasm for you both. You haven’t even thrusted once and Jungkook stops you. “I want you to.” 

Oh. 

“Are you sure—“

Jungkook pecks your lips, “yes.” 

Therefore, you pull yourself out, moving upwards to face his abs. You keep your eyes locked on Jungkook’s, to make sure he wants this. After all, this is brand new territory for you both. 

Without thinking too much, you prop yourself down, your core being able to feel the prominent details of Jungkook’s tensed abs. 

“Fuck—“ You whine, shamelessly picking up your earlier movements and fucking yourself on them. Jungkook grabs a hold of his cock, jerking it off behind you. The slick sounds are loud with every stroke. 

Jungkook takes you by surprise when his thumb traces in circles around your rim. “J-Jungkook.” It almost sounds like a warning, but it’s rather a surprising shock. You kind of didn’t expect for him to touch you there, not that you don’t mind. 

It only increases the pleasure for you, as you continue with no care in the world. Fuck, why didn’t you do this before? 

“That’s it angel.” Jungkook says, caressing the edges of your rim, while watching you in complete awe. There’s just something about you loving every part of him that you want to do more than just simply touch it. When you had first expressed the idea, Jungkook already found himself imagining the scenery, which caused his cock to twitch. 

When he’s watching the actual scene, he can’t even describe what he’s seeing. Fuck, you’re so beautiful, sweat accumulating on your shoulders and breasts, mouth agape letting the sweet sound of your moans roam the room freely. 

Whenever Jungkook tenses his abs beneath you, it meets your clit, the friction being completely different from anything you’ve felt before. It also explains how you’re not even a few seconds from coming. Your pants turn shorter, your body twitching slightly as the orgasm is closer to the edge. 

“Come on baby, wanna see you come.” Jungkook expresses, close as well, his cock about to give in but not before he sees you cover his abs with cum. 

“Mhm— fuck.” That’s all you needed for the band to snap, your body returning to normal after dragged itself one more time. While you’re trying to catch your breath again, Jungkook lets out a loud whine followed by a gasp when he finishes right behind you, all over his hand. 

“Holy shit.” Jungkook says, giggling shortly right after, still in shock of what just happened. 

“Yeah.” You agree, moving down to lay down next to him. Your hands begin to caress his cheeks while you both just lay in silence. 

“Happy birthday, bub.” Jungkook finishes it off with a small but heartfelt kiss to your lips.

© jjkeverlast 2023 [do not copy, translate or repost any of my works.]

[unreliablesnake]

I want you, but… [Ghost x reader (platonic)]

Summary: Ghost doesn’t like to see you date someone else. But when he has the chance to get what he wants, his common sense wins.

Note: We’re all sad bitches in this house (that’s me, I’m the sad bitch) so no happy ending. Ghost, I love you, but you’re an idiot. / If you want to know when I post new stuff, follow @unreliablesnakefics and hit the get notifications button.

Part 2

Ghost usually isn’t the jealous type, but with you it takes very little to lose his cool. You’ve never been together, he knew he had no right to be mad at guys who flirted with you, he had no right to be angry with you for letting them, but it still happened sometimes.

One of the new doctors at base who treated your wound was really nice to you. Ghost was there, he volunteered to escort you to sick bay, making sure you didn’t collapse on the way, and when he saw the way the doc was looking at you, the kind, humorous way he was talking to you, he immediately knew what this was all about.

You didn’t seem to mind the attention, in fact you encouraged him by keeping up the playful conversation despite being in pain. Ghost took a hesitant step forward, planning to ask how you were, if he could bring you something, anything that could break the spell you were under, but he changed his mind last minute. He should keep his distance, he had no right to stand in the way.

He had been more irritated lately as he had been before. Johnny’s usual jokes simply went over his head, he didn’t even feel like being around others. You and that doctor got pretty close, pretty fast, and there was nothing he could do to stop this relationship from blooming.

Ghost picked up women for one night only, trying to forget you at least until he was fucking someone else, but all he could think about was you. Your smile, your laugh, your stupid sense of humor. He missed you, especially when you were both back home and there was no way for him to reach you.

All he could do was stalk you on social media. You barely posted photos of yourself, but when he saw a picture of you and–based on the size of the hand–a man clinking glasses at a bar probably, his heart sank. You were happy with someone else, feeling so confident about the relationship that you were ready to share it with your family and friends.

But then he checked the caption. “Sometimes ‘let’s stay friends’ isn’t an empty promise.”

He sat up in bed and reread the sentence. Did this mean you broke up? Hope filled his heart at the thought, even though he wasn’t sure how this could help him. He was your superior, the two of you getting together would cause a scandal for sure. Price wouldn’t be happy, the others might begin to believe he would play favorites with you, so everything pointed in the direction that you could never be together.

A few weeks later you were back on a mission together, and Ghost didn’t really know what to do. He was nervous around you, always carefully thinking about what to say before opening his mouth.

One evening Soap pulled out a bottle of booze from his bag, inviting the core team for a drink to relax a little. That one bottle turned into two, then three, the number growing because you were having fun together and apparently everyone brought something to drink just in case.

“So what’s with you and that doctor?” Gaz asked out of nowhere, almost causing the lieutenant to choke on his drink.

His eyes were glued to you, and your eyes traveled from one person to another until they locked with his amber ones. “It didn’t work out,” you admitted before turning to Gaz again. “Also, he’s going back to a civilian hospital. Less stress, he said. But I’m not sad or anything.”

“He doesn’t know what he’s missing out on,” Soap noted casually as he raised his glass.

Around one in the morning Price told everyone to go to sleep, saying they all needed some rest to sober up. While Price, Soap and Gaz left, you stayed behind with Ghost, your hands folded behind your back as you watched him with an anxious smile. The lieutenant didn’t really know what to say to you, so he decided to remain silent.

Even though he turned his back to you, he could still feel your gaze on him. “What is it?” he asked when he turned around to face you.

You inhaled then exhaled slowly in an attempt to calm yourself. But then you took a hesitant step towards him and said, “Are you happy that I broke up with him?”

“Why would I be happy?”

“You liked the photo I posted weeks ago. You know, the one about let’s stay friends. Also, there’s another thing,” you began, but you stopped talking. Ghost raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to continue. “Peter told me something that made me think. He said you were giving him death glares ever since he first talked to me in your presence after I got hurt on the field.”

Fuck, he had noticed. It’s not like he tried to hide it, but he sure wasn’t expecting the doctor to pay so much attention to him. What was he supposed to say? That yeah, well, I’m sorry, but he wasn’t good enough for you? In the end he let out a long sigh and put a hand on the back of his neck.

“I hope he didn’t break up with you because of that,” he noted quietly.

You raised an eyebrow at this in question. “What makes you think he was the one who broke up with me? Maybe it was me who let him go.”

“Did you?” You nodded. “Why?”

“Maybe there’s a big, scary guy I would rather spend my time with,” you replied with a playful smile.

Ghost wanted to kiss you so badly it hurt, but he kept his urges under control. When he stepped a little closer to you, you did the same, and eventually you closed the gap between you. He reached out to push a stray strand of hair behind your ear, watching as your breath caught in your throat from surprise.

After gulping loudly, you reached out to take his hand. “Was he right? Do you like me, lieutenant?”

“It doesn’t matter. I’m your higher-up, it wouldn’t work anyway. Go to sleep,” he told you, even though this was killing him.

He could see the signs. He could pinpoint the exact moment your heart shattered into pieces because of his response. Biting on your lower lip to stop yourself from crying, you nodded and left him standing there, making him hate himself more than ever before.

[herlondonboy]

Oh, My, Love Is A Lie

pairings: Taylor Swift x gn!reader / Taylor Swift x Joe Alwyn

summary: The one where Taylor falls out of love with you and in love with her PR boyfriend.

warnings: PR relationships, lmk what else. Is it weird that it’s Joe? idk. No way in hell am I writing about yk who though

word count: 0.9k

You were at home again.

At home alone whilst Taylor was off gallivanting with Joe. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Joe, he was nice and shared a few qualities of your own, it was that he was going on dates with your girlfriend. The part that probably pissed you off the most was the fact that when Taylor’s team had suggested a fake boyfriend to divert everyone’s attention from the two of you she agreed instantaneously.

You knew she wasn’t embarrassed by you per se, but the fact that she had already made up her mind on the matter before she spoke to you about it hurt.

Four years together were ruined by a photo of a kiss on the cheek that Taylor blamed herself for. She had let her guard down and loved you in public and now you were both paying the price.

The soft hum of the television was the only sound apart from your rapid beating. You stared down at the velvet box in betrayal before opening your phone to the messages from the night before, double-checking the time you had agreed on.

You: Are we still on to celebrate tomorrow?

Taylor: Yes, of course!! 10 pm, right?

You: Yep. See you then, I love you!

Taylor: Love you

You looked at the clock on your phone and sniffled, 00:13. It wasn’t even your anniversary anymore. A sigh sounded and you stood to go to the dining room. The dinner you had made Taylor was still on the table so you moved it to the oven just in case she got home and was hungry.

Next, you made haste with removing the wax that had melted onto the table. They Taylor’s favourite scent and you sniffled in remembrance before tossing them into the bin.

The television was still on as you found the bedroom. Plastic rose petals littered the floor in a way that looked random, but was anything else. You wondered if she’d even notice if you left before she got back. Probably not. You put the petals back into the bag that they came in and chucked them on the bed before walking over to the wardrobe.

You didn’t blame Taylor. You were nobody and Joe was somebody. Okay, maybe you did blame her a little bit. But she had fallen in love with someone who didn’t even love her back whilst the person that did love her watched from their home.

Four years gone. And for what? She let her insecurities get the better and now you were insecure. Constantly blaming yourself for being the reason she latched onto Joe. Had you seen the cameras sooner, she wouldn’t have kissed your cheek and she wouldn’t have needed the PR relationship in the first place.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the door creaking open and a small curse followed by skin slapping against the floor, “y/n, baby, are you awake?” She called out and you walked back into the lounge, frowning when she grinned at the sight of you. Taylor saw your look and pouted, walking over to you, “I’m sorry that I missed our date. I just got a little carried away at the studio.”

“It wasn’t a date,” You said softly, looking up at her, “And I wish that was true, but photos of you and Joe leaving the studio were published hours ago.”

Taylor tried to think of a response before just looking down guiltily. At least she still felt enough for you to feel bad, right?

“It was our anniversary,” You continued, a lump forming in your throat. “And I tricked myself into thinking that you wouldn’t stand me up for Joe on a day as special as this, but I was so wrong.”

“Y/n,” Taylor murmured, “I’m sorry. I lost track of time, but I can make it up to you. I promise, just let me try.”

You let out a shaky breath and looked down at the coffee table. Taylor followed your line of sight and gasped, covering her mouth. Picking it up, you held it out to Taylor, who took it regretfully.

“I love you, Taylor, and I always will, but I can’t be with someone that doesn’t love me back anymore. The way you look at Joe now is the way you used to look at me,” You explained. “And I wondered if you actually got here on time and we celebrated our anniversary would you have said yes?”

The look on her face said all. She knew she was falling out of love with you, too.

“Don’t worry,” You said, knowing that you didn’t want her to feel even worse, “I wouldn’t marry me either.”

“Y/n, that’s not-“ Taylor stammered, “I would- I would marry you. I just… I didn’t mean to.”

Sniffling, you nodded. People don’t control who they fall in love with, unfortunately. If they could, you wouldn’t be blaming yourself. A weak smile graced your lips and you leaned forward to hug the blonde, “I love you, Tay, and I want you to be happy. If that means Joe, then so be it. I’m sure, I’m sure he does love you back. You’re hard not to love.”

“I’m sorry,” Taylor whispered, “I really did love you.”

Can’t you see that your words are hurting me? You wanted to scream at her. She was trying to comfort you and was failing miserably.

[inklore]

premise: being in an arranged marriage was complicated enough, but catching feelings for your betrothed? now that was just ridiculous.

pairing: royal!namor x (f)reader

word count: 1.9k

warnings: reader comes from royalty as well, therefore this is an au, arranged marriage, light angst as well as very light fluff, mutual pining, alcohol mention.

note: shoutout to @rae-gar-targaryen for sending in this little mistletoe request!! i may or may not write for these two again since i think their relationship would be hella angsty and interesting. but ya girl already has too many wips so lmaooo who knows.

You have lost track of how many minutes—possibly hours—have ticked by since you departed from the lavish holiday party your parents had thrown in honor of your new engagement. The clinks of glasses, orchestrated music, and laughter hitting nerve endings you didn’t think were possible to reach in such a manner that would cause you to bolt down the halls of your childhood mansion.

You had loved parties growing up. Had adored being the center of the ball room's attention. But sometimes you think you had no choice but to adore and love the two. After all, you were your parents' only child. Only heir. Their pride and joy to the point of suffocation.

If the circumstances were different would you be out enjoying yourself? Taking part in the festivities like everyone else? Eating your weight in macaroons and dancing.

Perhaps if you were given a choice in any of this you would be.

Wouldn’t find yourself with a death grip on your third glass of champagne and pacing in your fathers library.

If you had gotten a say in who you were to marry—or given the choice of at least picking someone less…cold, intimidating. Maybe then you’d be just as happy as everyone else at this god forsaking party.

Namor—or K’uk’ulkan, he had emphasized you call him, insisting on it by your tenth meeting. “We are to be married” he had said, giving you a gentle expression that showed neither disappointment or joy in the fact. But still made you feel woozy all the same.

He wasn’t a bad man. Reserved. Cruel to some. Cold to most.

Your first meeting had done little to dampen down your anxiety over the whole arrangement. He hadn’t shown disinterest, or anger. In fact you could barely read his expression at all. The only show of emotion was in the tick of his jaw, the slight crease in his forehead when you spoke about yourself—whether it was from surprise of the many facts you were forced to spew out, sounding almost robotic—or if he just didn’t care. You didn’t know.

But a week later when the two of you had met outside of your home and went on, what could be considered, your first date: he had acted differently.

“Now that your puppeteer strings have been severed,” his tone filled with amusement. “Tell me your actual hobbies. What you like to do, not what you’ve been taught to like.”

You couldn’t help the small smile that had spread across your mouth. You should have felt insulted or scolded him on the insinuation on your parents behalf. But you were not that far up their asses, and as much as it had seemed face-value to people who were only spectators, your parents had left you to your own devices years ago. Your life was your own.

Until this.

Until being their only child came in handy for a business deal.

And when you had shared your love for the opera, classic books, writing poetry, finding yourself lost in your own joy of talking about the things you actually loved: that’s when you saw real emotion on his face. When you say a glint of something in his eyes. A cough in his hand covering up the traces of a smile.

A smile that made him look even more regal and beautiful, if that were possible.

It didn’t take the two of you long to warm up. For you to see that smile un-hidden, to learn more of his homeland and people.

That should have eased your nerves and mind on this marriage arrangement. Should have made you happy to know that you weren’t really marrying the coldest-man-alive like you had thought that first day.

K’uk’ulkan was a man with many layers, layers that you would have years to pull back. You had no choice in the matter.

But even now, after growing to like his company, to think of him as a great man—your dress already bought, venue booked, flowers picked—your nerves refused to settle. Stomach refused to let you rest, to enjoy all of this as much as the rest of your family was.

You just…couldn’t.

Not even with the beautiful golden ring on your finger. Or a lavish party. Or reassuring words from your betrothed. Or the many more glasses of champagne you could see yourself downing in the very near future as you take the last gulp of the one in your hand.

Already turning on your heels to poke your head out of the library to see if a waiter was passing—hoping, praying, for this one miracle tonight.

But your movements halt when you start for the door and the door is blocked by your betrothed himself. The breath caught in the back of your throat almost making you choke, your heart finding itself in your stomach.

“K’uk’ulkan,” you attempt at a smile. Don’t know why you feel the inclination in you to run a hand along your black gown, making sure every crease is straight—every curve accentuated. His eyes following the motion of your hands, and then trailing back up your frame to your eyes; your nerves could not catch a break tonight could they?!

“I see we both had the same idea,” his hands are in his front pockets, the corner of his mouth pulling up slightly.

“You’re telling me outlandish parties are not your thing? I don’t think I would have ever guessed that.” You distract your anxious thoughts with a joke. A joke that lands and has him chuckling under his breath. A sound you’re growing to enjoy..too much.

“The celebrations we throw in Talokan are quite different. Less…flashy,” he waves a hand in front of his velvet emerald suit. A suit that fits him so well you don’t think any other man living—or dead—could wear it better.

The mention of his country makes you smile. The country that was soon to become your home. The country you had only visited a handful of times over these past eight months, but had quickly grown to love nonetheless.

“Oh gosh, yes.” You groan dramatically, “I’m counting down the hours until I can rid my feet of these death traps.” You point a manicured, stiletto adorned, foot out from beneath your dress for emphasis.

He chuckles again, “you look beautiful.” He says it so casually, so simply and with adoration that it almost knocks you on your backside. It hadn’t been the first time he had complimented you. Had said how nice you looked in something, had spent too long focusing on your face, looking in your eyes, or having things sent to your house with a note attached “Thought of you - K”—before this.

And yet your nerves still had you ready to run.

If you took a second—a single damn minute—to let yourself dive into those nerves. To stop looking at it at surface level. Coming up with excuses; you only see K’uk’ulkan and that half-smile he was currently giving you. The way it made you feel. The fondness that had grown between the two of you, that left room for more to grow—more feelings, more…other things one felt for their husband. Normal. Feelings.

What they lacked was ease. Feelings were not easy. Love was not easy. And while you had been so hung up on not marrying a stranger another fear had set in, knocked you off your feet and made you want to run from it.

Arrangements were easy.

Love wasn’t.

And that scared you more than the arrangement itself.

“I can have Namora send for-”

“No.” You blurt out. Harsh, fast, and surprising him. The expression on his face grew into something stone-like and worrisome. Making an embarrassed flush burn in your cheeks. You try to recover with a pressed smile, “sorry. Just need some air. This is all just…a lot.” Your eyes downcast to the floor.

You needed that drink. Needed to escape once again. Maybe this time outside in the gardens where no one could find you.

Where the party goers couldn’t be heard.

Where your soon to be husband couldn’t make your blood heat from his beautiful stare.

“I’m going to get another drink,” you state as you try to push past him in the doorway—try to ignore the heat you feel from his body as your body brushes against his.

But then he’s stopping you again.

His fingers curling around your bicep, your side now pressed to his chest. The fabric of his suit making your body feel close to sweating. The heat from everything bound to crack, break, tear at something that would have you perspire through the silk of your dress, leaving your knees even more wobbly.

You don’t try and free yourself though. Don’t even attempt at disingaging the situation, removing his searing palm from your bare arm. Because it’s the first time he’s touched you. Really touched you.

It was laughable.

The first touch from your soon to be husband happening in what seems to be—when you finally look up at him—in frustration, if the lowering of his brows is anything to go by. His dark eyes become so onyx you’re almost frightened of what they are holding back, what he’s holding back from the already tight grip he has on you.

“Stay.”

The words are simple and not at all what you expect from him.

“Why?”

He doesn’t say anything for a beat. The silence growing so deafening you feel yourself tremble when his thumb presses into your skin and starts a light back and forth motion—soft, soothing. “You know why,” and you think—know—those three words alone hold more meaning than any others could. In this situation. With this man; a chunk of ice melted somewhere deep in his chest. For you. From you.

Your lips shake when you part them to say something, what you don’t know. Anything. Everything. Whatever you have to make this moment drag on for centuries. To keep his hand on your body. To finally let yourself breathe for him, because of him.

But then an “ooh” is breaking the spell.

Both of your attentions turn to see two older women in the hall grinning widely at the two of you. Feeble fingers pointed to the ceiling, your brows coming together in confusion until your eyes follow theirs and you see it. Your heart no longer hammering in the pits of your abdomen, but leaving your body all together you’re convinced.

Mistletoe.

The look of worry fades quickly from your face when you see the amused heat that’s on K’uk’ulkan’s.

And while you’re still spiraling from his first touch, you feel completely floored by his next. With the hand at your bicep keeping you glued to him, his other cups your cheek. The pad of his thumb pressed just below your bottom lip. His eyes flashing from your mouth to your eyes, your brain going cloudy—legs barely keeping you stationary.

“May I kiss my wife?” There’s a ghost of a smile at the corners of his mouth.

A puff of air filled with something saccharine, heedy, and something on the cusps of insanity that makes your body turn into a forest fire—leaves you before you’re giving a slow nod and murmuring “yes.”

And when he leans in, excruciatingly slow. When his lips press to yours; full, warm, soft, breathtaking in the way they move against yours. Like he was made to kiss; to kiss you.

You know you’re absolutely screwed.

[satantica]

oh dear god let me manage my time and fully come back to tumblr…

special edition for my birthday girl @asel-nur<3

also a little disclaimer: all of what’s gonna happen is the next chapter of “someone hitting on you” which you can find in my profile!:)

going to your family dinner with coworker!kuroo 

“This is the clothes you’ll be wearing for our date? You should’ve told me so I would be casual sexy not eccentric sexy.” Tetsurou was glancing at your everyday office clothes slightly confused. You rolled your eyes for the hundredth time today. You wanted to say something witty and rude so badly that you had to cover your mouth so you wouldn’t accidentally speak your mind. “I’m planning on going home and changing. And it isn’t a date.” Kuroo smirked. Predatorily as always. “Of course it’s not.’’

The only reason you hadn’t slaughtered Kuroo yet was your family dinner. Everyone had been brought together so your dad would announce his wedding. His fiancee was, in short, a bitch. You would’ve invited someone else but you finally could make use of Tetsurou’s sassiness. Future bitchy step-mother and unbearable, noisy Kuroo were a perfect match.

“I’m driving.” Kuroo said enthusiastically while he was grabbing his things. “Drive then.” You didn’t even look at him and went to the stairs. Tetsurou rushed towards you and carefully stopped you with the back of his hand. “Don’t you think it’s a bit suspicious that the person you date doesn’t pick you up?” He made a step to be right in front of you. “We aren’t dating. And stop playing a big clever guy. It’s not working. You look like a fucking idiot.” You tried to make your way to the stairs. Kuroo quickly blocked the way. “Okay, sweetie, then I’m not going.” You patiently exhaled. “You think you’re so smart, don’t you? But your insidious, arrogant, fussy, ignorant ego just can’t hear ‘no’ from a woman. And so you would know…” Tetsurou didn’t let you finish “It’s getting too easy to make you mad. Come on, I’ll get you home.” You didn’t have this kind of energy to keep fighting. “Oh for fuck’s sake”

You were driving to the restaurant looking mesmerizing. You could’ve said both of you looking mesmerizing. You were surprised that Kuroo hadn’t said anything sassy yet. In fact, you hadn’t spoken at all since you’d told him off. “You’re breathtaking in this dress”. Tetsurou was concentrated on the road but you could tell that he was saying what he really thought. You, surprisingly to yourself, started feeling guilty. “Thank you.” Every word was difficult to say. You didn’t want to think that you were wrong. “You look great too.” Kuroo glanced at you. He was still a bit upset or mad or something else because of what happened but Tetsurou seemed… interested? Finally, he came back to being focused on driving.

“I don’t really want to go.” You said looking at your hands and trying to figure out why you would open to him like this. “With me?” Tetsurou strived not to look at you because he was busy with the road or he just didn’t want to do that right now. “No, it’s just that…” You were struggling with the wish to tell him so Kuroo would know what was going on with you. At the same time your inner fear was screaming not to open up to someone who you considered a foe. “It’s okay. We can just listen to music if you don’t wanna share.” You were extremely confused. Kuroo Tetsurou had never acted like that. Not the one that you had known. This man made you want to trust him. “No, it’s fine. I just can’t accept the fact that dad would leave my mom like that and then call all of us to say that he is happy. Just you know. Kinda throwing that into mom’s face like: ‘Hey, look I can be happy without you.’ It’s just wrong. And his fiancee is… A bitch. I’m not even going to find the right words for it.” Tetsurou grinned. “Sounds like you could be friends.” You smiled for the first time today. “Only if so. I’m sorry I dragged you into this and told you off. I shouldn’t have. Although you are a motherfucker sometimes.” Tetsurou turned the car right and smirked. “Is this the reason you invited me? So I would fuck your future step-mother and outplay your dad?” You laughed “Tetsurou, that’s just gross. Why would it even go into your head?” Kuroo didn’t answer and kept a cunning smile on his face and turned right again. You strained. “Tetsurou, tell me you’re not kidnapping me.” He stopped the car and eventually looked right into your eyes. “I was going to take you to this Italian place, remember?”

[takecareluv]

(2/2) May I please request Vinnie dating someone super shy and as introverted as him and when they're at parties he gets a bit clingy and protective (because he understands how invasive and overwhelming they can get) (and he also might use it as a bit of a reason to not have to talk a lot and be in everyone's insta story lol). Please and thank you

a.n. hi anon! i hope you like it! this is definitely me when it comes to parties so i really channeled my inner introvert writing this haha! also i love protective & clingy vinnie, he is so 🥺🥺. anyway love ya, enjoy <3

i got you baby || vinnie hacker x reader

after having been traveling abroad for the last several weeks, you and vinnie finally returned to sunny california. although you would miss paris dearly, and quite frankly wished you never had to say goodbye to the beautiful city, you were thrilled to be back in the comfort of your own home, your own room, and most importantly your bed. 

since a young age you were extremely introverted, and that did not change even with your presence on the internet that involved a lot of socializing and large events. so following multiple weeks in europe of doing just that, along with the extensive travel day you just experienced, you found yourself drained to say the least. you knew you were in desperate need of some alone time that would help to refuel your dying social battery. 

you had been so content cuddled up in your bed with hera and a mountain of pillows before vinnie walked into the room looking just as exhausted with the phone to his ear, and bursted your quiet little bubble. you couldn’t see who was on the other line, but you could tell from your boyfriend’s face that he was none too happy. 

“can't we do this another night?” you heard him question, “we just got back man.”

after a minute of the whoever was on the other end rambling away, vinnie finally agreed to whatever they were asking. “fine we’ll be there.” who’s we? you thought to yourself, because you didn’t plan on leaving this bed for the next week.

“okay.. yeah... alright bye.” he ended the call letting out a loud groan before falling next to you on the bed. 

“what's wrong, bub? who was that?” you asked, reaching out to run your hand through his hair in attempt to soothe him. 

“thomas. he said they're throwing a little get together for us tonight since we’re back and everyone misses us. i tried to get him to switch it to another day because i know you need some rest but he wouldn’t budge. apparently everything is already set in place.” 

you began to grow nervous at his words. you knew from past experiences that there was nothing little about a hype house “get together”. when you and vinnie were still living in the house, you often found yourself hiding away in your shared bedroom until the party quieted down. 

you were never big on partying in the first place, and with how crazy hype house, influencer parties typically got, they became your biggest nightmare. you wouldn’t mind it as much if it wasn’t for the cameras constantly being shoved in your face and the invasive questions being asked about your relationship with vinnie from other content creators, some of whom you’ve never even met, desperate for some clickbait. 

all you wanted to do at these parties was enjoy some down time with vinnie, talk to a couple real friends, and maybe even have a couple drinks if you were feeling it, nothing to overboard. but soon after moving to l.a. you realized that’s not what these parties were about. just like everything else in this city, it was all about content. in the back of your mind you knew this get together wasn’t about your and vinnie’s return, they just needed any old excuse to throw a party. and you, of course, had to be dragged into it. 

“i'm sorry, baby. i know this is the last you want to do tonight. but we can just go for a little bit, say hi, and then sneak out. i'm sure no one will even notice we’re gone. and then we can come back here and cuddle for the rest of the night. mkay, my love?” vinnie said, pulling you out of your thoughts. 

you only nodded in response, cuddling further into his chest trying to calm the anxious feeling growing inside of you. 

-- 

time seemed to go by rapidly that day, and before you knew it you had to start getting ready for the party you did not want to attend. with that being said, you only put on a faint bit of makeup, not even bothering to do anything with your hair once you got out of the shower, and put on an outfit that was more comfy than cute. not having the energy for anything more. i mean who were you trying to impress anyway? the only person who mattered was standing right next to you, and quite frankly he didn’t care if you wore a garbage bag tonight, he would think you looked as beautiful as ever. 

on the short ride over to the hype house, vinnie grabbed your hand, intertwining them and placing kisses to the back of it at every stop once he noticed how fidgety you were starting to get. soon enough you were pulling into the long driveway full of sports cars in every direction. when the car came to a complete stop vinnie got out first, jogging to the other side to open the door for you. once you were out, he swiftly interlaced your fingers once more and gave you a brief kiss. “i got you, baby. i'm not leaving your side tonight, okay? anytime you want to leave, you just let me know and we’ll be out that door.” he said with reassurance. 

you smiled at how caring he was over you, especially knowing he hated these parties just as much as you did. but he never let you see his nervousness. “thank you, vin. i guess let's go try to have some fun,” you laughed. 

-- 

the minute you walked into the house, you immediately became overwhelmed. everyone turned to face you, excited for the internet’s favorite couple’s arrival. “y/n! vinnie! you made it!” and just like that multiple people were rushing over to you both, asking questions about your recent trip and how your relationship was going, not without their phones and cameras ready to film for their instagram stories or next vlog.  

you were quick to squeeze vinnie’s hand, your anxiety heightening more and more with each moment that passed. he instantly knew what that meant and pulled you away from the growing crowd around you. “sorry guys, we’re just gonna go grab some drinks. we’ll be back.” he said with a smile. 

once you both made it to a more secluded area of the house, he turned to you. “sucks we don’t have my room to hide in right now.” he joked, which made you giggle. he was happy to see that smile back on your face, even just for a minute. “are you okay, sweetheart? i know that was kind of overwhelming.”

“i’m fine,” you tried to reassure, but did not sound so convincing. “really i am. as long as i have you by my side, i'm good. i promise.”

“well that's good to hear because i am not leaving you at all. you're gonna be sick of me by the end of the night.” he replied, pulling you in for a kiss. 

“i could never get sick of you, my love.”

-- 

for the rest of the night, you took your usual position as a wallflower with vinnie clinging to your side, constantly checking to make sure you were okay. some people might have found it annoying, but you thought it was sweetest thing. it actually made you adore him more than you already did, if that was even possible. 

anytime someone would attempt to walk over to you two, he would promptly pull you in for a kiss so the person would get the memo not to bother you. after the first few times, you finally caught on to what he was doing. “vin, it’s okay. i can talk to people. you don't have to protect me from everyone.” 

“i know but i don't want to talk to them either.” 

this made you laugh. “you ready to head out, baby?”

“mhm. let’s go” he said while grabbing your hand to lead you out of the noisy and overcrowded house, sending anyone who bumped into you dirty looks.  

--

as soon as you arrived home, you made your way back into your room, crashing into the bed. 

vinnie walked in behind you. “take off your shirt, baby.” 

“what?” you responded, caught off guard by his blunt request. 

“no,” he realized what he said, “not in that way. i just mean i could tell you were tense the entire time at the party and i wanted to give you a massage so you can relax.” he babbled. 

“you really are the best boyfriend ever. thank you for protecting me tonight and always.” 

“that's what i’m here for. i love you, sweet girl. now c’mon, lay on your stomach.”

you giggled, “ yes sir.”

“don’t start something you can’t finish, baby girl.” 

[alotofpockets]

Dating | Yelena Belova

Pairing: Yelena Belova x Reader

Prompt: “My date didn’t go very well. They said I should date you instead, since I only talk about you.”

Masterlist | requests: closed | words: 1000

Your best friend Yelena was getting ready to go on a date. You hated it when she would go on dates, but you never showed it. You would always support her. But when the door closed behind her your happy facade fell. You knew you had no right to be upset about her going on dates. It wasn’t like you shared your feelings towards her with her. You didn’t shoot your shot, so she could date whoever she wanted.

The reason you hadn't told her about your feelings was mostly because you didn't want it to hurt the friendship you had together. You and Yelena became instant friends when Natasha brought her sister to the compound and your friendship quickly blossomed, and she had been your best friend for two years now.

Instead of moping around in your room all night, you decided to go to the compound living room and watch a movie. To be honest, you hadn't listened to a single word of the movie, so it wasn't really helping.

You didn't even hear when Wanda walked into the room, getting pulled out of your trance by her voice, "Hi y/n." She said to get your attention. After you smiled in her direction she asked, "No Yelena tonight?" Even the team knew that where you went she went and the other way around. 

"Nope, she's on a date." You try to say as nonchalantly as possible. Wanda studies your face for a moment before she speaks up again. "That was convincing, for someone who can't read minds. However as someone who can read minds, not so much." 

You mentally facepalmed yourself. "I though you didn't read people's minds for fun anymore." You say back, hoping the avoid the next conversation. "That's correct. Though some people's thoughts are so loud that I cannot block them out. And your thoughts about Yelena are very loud at the moment." A blush creeps onto your cheeks, you try to hide them, but Wanda had already noticed. “Come on, y/n, you think I didn’t know you had a crush on Yelena yet? You’re not very good at hiding it.”

“Really Wands? I’m not really in the mood for this conversation at the moment, since she’s literally on a date with someone else.” After Wanda apologizes Yelena walks in. Wanda excuses herself after greeting Yelena, leaving the two of you alone.

“Hey Lena, you’re home early, did everything go okay?” You ask her, still genuinely concerned for your best friend. “My date didn’t go very well. They said I should date you instead, since I only talk about you.” You were speechless, and not at all expecting an answer anywhere close to what she just gave you.

* At Yelena’s date * “So, what do you like to do in your spare time?” The girl sitting in front of Yelena asks. “I love going on adventures with my best friend, y/n. We like to explore new places and find the lookouts all over the place. What about you?”

The girl answered and then she asked Yelena another question. “What is the last show you binged?” Yelena thinks for a moment. “Oh, Stranger Things! It’s one of y/n’s favorites, so we watched it all like one gigantic movie.”

After some more questions where Yelena would incorporate you in one way or another, the girl stood up. “Maybe you should date y/n instead, she’s all you talk about anyways.”

 When you didn’t respond Yelena waved her hand in front of your face, “Earth to y/n.” That’s when you were brought back to the moment. “I ehm, I’m sorry your date didn’t go well. What- eh what about hm.” You take a deep breath and start again. “If you talk about me during your dates, do you think you should date me instead too?” You knew it was a stupid question, of course she wouldn’t say yes. She’s going on dates with girls that aren’t you.

And like it was the most normal conversation on the planet, Yelena answers saying, “Yeah, I do, but we’re best friends, and I don’t want to ruin our friendship by bringing that up.” Once again you’re at a loss for words. Yelena wanted to date you. “Y-you do?”

That’s when Yelena realizes what she just said. “But I guess I just brought it up anyways.” She says while scrunching her nose. The sight of her scrunching her nose always brought a smile to you face, you thought it was super adorable. “Yes you did, but what if I told you I feel the same way?”

Now it was Yelena’s turn to be speechless. She was silent for a bit and then she started laughing, “That means that we are both being stupid and should go on a date together.” Your cheeks turn a slightly darker color of red than they already were. “I’d really like that. Did you get to the food part of your unsuccessful date yet?”

“Nope.” Yelena responds. “Would you like to get some food together and take that lady up on her advice?”

The rest of the night is spend talking about your feelings, making fun of yourselves for the way you’ve both been hiding your feelings and building a future together. You both had an amazing time and really didn’t know why you hadn’t done this sooner. Dating your best friend was going to be amazing.

You walked back home together, holding hands and Yelena even walked you back to your room. “I had a great time tonight, y/n. I would love to go on more dates with you. I know it may be soon, and please tell me if it is. But I think we’ve waited long enough, therefore I would like to ask, would you like to be my girlfriend?”

“Yes!” You say excitedly as you pull her in for a hug. When you pull away from the kiss, you decide to kiss her. It was magical and the start to an amazing relationship.

~

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Tickletober Day 1: Anticipation

fandom: criminal minds

word count: 1,170

pairing: derek morgan x reader (established relationship)

summary: derek gets you back for a prank you pulled on him, only he's going to make you wait for it.

“Morgan! You can’t be serious!” You yelled at him from across the conference room. You swiveled in the chair to face him directly, eyes wide as he turned to face you just as he was about to walk through the door.

“Deadly serious, sweetheart,” Derek replied. “I told you not to keep playing those silly, little pranks on me and you didn’t listen. So, I’m gonna get you back, but you won’t know when and you won’t know where.”

“That’s so not fair, babe!” You childishly whined as Derek chuckled, walking back towards you and placing a chaste kiss on your cheek. Before he pulled away, he brought his lips to your ear.

“All’s fair in love and war,” He whispered teasingly.

“This isn’t war!”

“Oh, you started the war,” He said while standing up straight and continuing on his path back out into the bullpen. “Now, I’m just a soldier in it.”

You groaned as he left, dramatically flopping your head into your hands. The thing with Morgan was that you knew he wasn’t bluffing. You’d been dating long enough to know that Derek Morgan doesn’t go back on what he says.

And the worst part was that you couldn’t escape. The two of you shared an apartment together, so the revenge could come at work, at home, or hell, even out in the field. All you could do was be on your guard 24/7.

That task became harder and harder each and every day. By the end of the week, you were sure you were going to explode with anxiety. Derek was taunting you every moment he could; smiling evilly when you looked in his direction, being sneaky around the house, asking you how you were doing when he knew you were trying to be aware of every little thing.

It was a fun game to him that you couldn’t participate in much longer. Derek knew you were beginning to become frustrated about the whole thing, so before you could confront him about it, he began executing his plan.

You were in the kitchen, cleaning the dishes after making yourself dinner. You’d had the night to yourself since Morgan had to stay back at Quantico to consult on a case with Hotch. He came through the front door almost silently, hoping and praying you wouldn’t hear him with the water running.

He sat his belongings on the desk next to the door and crept through the living room and into the entryway of the kitchen where he saw that you still hadn’t noticed him. He snickered quietly to himself as you placed the final bowl into the dishwasher.

Derek took 3 long strides to reach you, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you off the ground. You let out a deafening, ear-piercing screech and thrashed around wildly as he made his way back to the living room to deposit you on the couch.

Once you caught sight of your assailant’s face, you stopped panicking.

“DEREK MORGAN! ARE YOU SERIOUS?” You screamed, hitting him on the arm. “You scared the shit out of me!”

“Relax, baby, it’s just me,” Derek responded calmly, smile still stuck on his face. You continued slapping him as you spoke.

“Yeah, I know that now! I thought someone else was in our house!”

“Nah, just me. Sorry for scaring you, but we have some unfinished business to attend to,” He stated as he climbed on top of your hips, effectively pinning you to the sofa cushions. He grabbed your hands and swiftly placed them above your head, holding them down with one of his. With his free hand, he began wiggling his fingers directly above your armpit. “I told you I’d get you back.”

Derek didn’t often exploit your ticklishness because he knew you weren’t too keen on being seen as weak or childish, but when he did he was ruthless about it.

And if you thought the anticipation was bad before, you were truly suffering now. You tried sinking into the couch to stray away from his fingers.

“Derek, no! Noho, okay, okay, okay, I’m sorry!” You frantically apologized as his digits dipped lower. He pulled them back up at the last second. You grunted and attempted to pull your arms out from under his. “You’re an asshole!”

“Ooh, some strong words for someone who started this,” Derek winced, clicking his tongue. “Well, I think I’ve kept you waiting long enough, so I’ll just get right to it.”

He brought his fingers down into the hollow of your left arm, sending you into instant hysterics. You squirmed under his weight, eyes squeezed shut, and head thrown back.

“NOHOHOHO! DEHEREK!”

“I knew there was no way I’d be able to execute a prank against you,” He talked through your loud laughter. “Not like the ones you always pull on me, anyway. But I remembered just how ticklish you are when Emily poked you a few days ago and it gave me this wonderful idea.”

He pinched at your upper ribs, slowly moving down to the middle of your ribcage, and smiling down endearingly at you as you shook violently. Derek knew your ribs were one of the spots that made you lose all sense of coherency, so he moved away. He’d come back for that later.

He tickled down to your left side, squeezing mercilessly as the soft skin. You giggled while shaking your head.

“Yohohou suhuck! I-hi said I was sorryhyhy!” You shouted, arching away from his hand. He wasn’t having that, so he released your arms to tickle both simultaneously. “AHAHA! OKAHAY! I WON’T PUHULL ANYMORE PRAHAHANKS! BABYHY, PLEHEASE!”

Derek halted his attack for a moment, letting you catch your breath. You inhaled deeply, covering your face with your hands to hide how flustered you’d become. He chuckled at you, grasping your wrists to pull them away from your red cheeks.

“I believe you,” he said, leaning forward to kiss you on the forehead. “But just to make sure the message sinks in…”

Derek went back to your ribs, wiggling his fingers deep into the bones and laughing himself as you screeched in desperation.

“WAHAHAH! N-NOHOHO! BA-BAHABE! I-HI-YOHOU! OHOHOKAHAY!” You babbled as you thrashed hard to free yourself from under him. You bat at his arms as hard as you could, but that’s the thing about dating an FBI Agent—he’s trained to sustain it.

Derek stopped when you started hiccupping to catch your breath, rubbing your abdomen comfortingly. “Ahalright, I’m done! I’m done. You’re safe now.”

Once you had finished letting out any residual giggles, you glared up at him. “If I wasn’t sure we’d just go in circles, I’d absolutely get you back for that. You are so mean!”

Derek chortled, getting off your legs so you could sit up properly. “And you needed to be put in your place, sugar.”

He surged down to kiss you and you accepted it, sighing happily into his mouth. You drew back after a few seconds and rolled your eyes. “You’re insufferable.”

[xirayn]

Stonathan Week Day 2: Roommates - Slightly inspired by the video of Charlie Heaton and Joseph Quinn at an Arctic Monkeys concert together.

Steve overhearing Jonathan mention a one-night stand while playing Animal Crossing with Argyle gets him to ask the big question on his mind.

Do I Wanna Know?

written by @xirayn and @aibhlynn

Trying something new by writing screenplays rather than short stories. Feedback on this format appreciated.

INT. APARTMENT – JONATHAN’S BEDROOM – EVENING

A bedroom with a mix of modern and retro decor. It is lived in, but not cluttered. There are posters for the Arctic Monkey’s ‘Tranquility Base Hotel + Casino’ and ‘The Cabin in the Woods’ on the wall. A record player is set on a cube shelf with a milk crate of vinyl records beside a desk with dual monitors. A Nintendo Switch is set up in front of the smaller monitor. JONATHAN is leaned back in a computer chair with a gaming headset on and a controller in his hand. ANIMAL CROSSING is on the screen with characters that are obviously JONATHAN and ARGYLE fishing. JONATHAN’s character pulls up a horse mackerel.

JONATHAN

Great, another horse mackerel. They're barely even worth selling.

ARGYLE

(Through the headset)

Dude, catching the fish is not the goal.

JONATHAN

Maybe for you. I need a surgeon fish for my museum.

ARGYLE

You should have asked me, brochacho. I have, like, five of them in storage.

JONATHAN

That feels like cheating.

ARGYLE

If you say so, my dude.

On the screen, ARGYLE pulls up a moray eel. 

ARGYLE

Score!

JONATHAN’s character gets another bite. It is an anchovy.

JONATHAN

Damn it.

KEVIN, an orange pig in a blue sailor suit complete with hat, comes on screen to seemingly watch them. ARGYLE laughs. JONATHAN glowers.

JONATHAN

Stop judging me, Kevin.

ARGYLE

Dude, are you still pining over Steve?

JONATHAN

I am not, nor was I ever, pining over Steve. I have Olivia around here somewhere for Nancy.

ARGYLE

If you say so, dude. Though, if you aren't looking to knock boots with that fine specimen of a man, I'll gladly take him off your hands.

JONATHAN

You and everyone else. He's out on another date tonight. He even wore his ‘lucky jeans’ that show everything.

ARGYLE

Man, my dude, for someone who says they aren't jealous, you sure are crushing the vibe with your jealousy.

There is a pause filled by the sound of ARGYLE taking a drink. 

ARGYLE

Or is this about Eddie?

JONATHAN

What?

JONATHAN misses reeling in another fish.

JONATHAN

No. This isn't about Eddie. That was - It was just a hook-up after the concert last Saturday. And I'm not jealous or stuck on the fact I was supposed to go to that concert with Steve.

ARGYLE

My dude, your voice does not match your words. It's clear as day, you are hard for Harrington. Why did he miss the concert, anyway?

JONATHAN

A bachelorette party came into the bar when they were already slammed, so he offered to stay.

The fishing rod JONATHAN’s character is using breaks. JONATHAN puts his controller on the desk and scrubs his hand over his face.

JONATHAN

Fuck.

ARGYLE

Fuck because you banged Eddie and not Steve?

JONATHAN is quiet for a long moment, simply staring blankly at the screen. He finally heaves a sigh.

JONATHAN

(Quietly)

I don’t know. Maybe?

ARGYLE

If you could do it over again, would you pick Steve?

JONATHAN

If it wouldn’t mess up our friendship and my living situation or make my life extremely awkward?

JONATHAN hesitates before shaking his head and picking the controller back up.

JONATHAN

Yeah.

JONATHAN misses the sound of the door opening as STEVE comes home early. The LIVING SPACE of the open concept apartment is an eclectic mix that shows STEVE and JONATHAN have been sharing space for a few years. The large flat screen, a graduation gift from STEVE’s parents, is a prominent feature. There is also a record cabinet full of vinyls with a Fisher MC-4550 stereo and a bookcase with authors like Vonnegut and Gaiman. STEVE looks tired and irritated as he takes his shoes off to throw in the closet before heading to his room.

ARGYLE

You worry too much, my guy. Stop being indecisive or worrying he’ll be all weird about your fling with Eddie and get sloppy with your hot roomie.

JONATHAN

It was a drunk one-night stand, not a fling.

STEVE stops outside the partially open door, having heard JONATHAN say ‘drunk one-night stand’. He frowns, then looks guilty and decides to go get a drink from the kitchen where it will be harder to hear JONATHAN.

ARGYLE

One-night stand, fling, either way you boned the metalhead, man.

JONATHAN

I know that, flight just sounds like it was something more than sex.

ARGYLE

Fair

ARGYLE starts running his character in random patterns around JONATHAN’s character, who is doing idle animation as JONATHAN simply holds the controller.

ARGYLE

Was he at least good?

JONATHAN

He knew what he was doing.

ARGYLE

Come on, bro, give me the details of your sordid encounter with the guy across the hall. Eden will want a play by play and I have to please my goddess.

JONATHAN

My sex life is not your foreplay.

STEVE knocks over his cup when his attempt not to eavesdrop fails. Water spills over the tile as the cup clatters on the floor. The sound is loud enough that JONATHAN takes his headset off and turns his chair toward the door.

JONATHAN

Steve?

JONATHAN sets his headset on the desk and pokes his head out of his room. STEVE freezes as if he just got caught doing something wrong.

JONATHAN

How long have you been home?

STEVE

A few minutes.

STEVE grabs the cup and puts it in the sink before taking off his wet socks. He puts them on the floor after looking around to decide an acceptable spot and grabs a dish towel.

STEVE

She stood me up.

JONATHAN

That’s rough – Have you eaten yet?

STEVE

No. I came right home when I realized my date was a no show. Have you?

JONATHAN

No. I was going to warm up some leftover, but we can order a pizza. Let me just tell Argyle I’m done for the night, then I’ll clean that up while you put the order in.

STEVE

Okay. The usual from Enzo’s?

JONATHAN

Sure.

JONATHAN goes back into his room and puts the headset back on. He picks the controller up to log off.

JONATHAN

I’m done for the night. I’ll talk to you later, man.

ARGYLE

(In a teasing sing-song)

Have fun, dude.

JONATHAN goes to clean up the spill. STEVE is heading to his room in the background on the phone as he puts in his order. Once JONATHAN is done, he sits on the couch. STEVE emerges from his room shortly after in gym shorts and a tank top.

STEVE

So, did you have fun with your mystery guy?

JONATHAN

You mean the one-night stand I was talking to ARGYLE about?

STEVE

Yeah.

STEVE drops onto the couch and stares at the ceiling. JONATHAN looks at him thoughtfully

JONATHAN

I guess.

There is a long moment of silence. STEVE is obviously debating something while JONATHAN waits for his response. When STEVE finally speaks, he sounds small and keeps his eyes on the ceiling.

STEVE

Why him and not me?

This is very obviously not what JONATHAN was expecting for STEVE to say.

JONATHAN

What?

STEVE sits up enough to look at JONATHAN.

STEVE

Why him and not me? Fuck, dude, I've been trying to gauge your interest for months by wandering around shirtless in those side split shorts I wore to Pride last year.

JONATHAN

I thought that was because of the heat!

STEVE

At first, sure. Then I noticed you staring and thought maybe you were interested, so started doing it more, but you never said anything.

JONATHAN

Of course I didn't! We've been friends since high school. I'm not going to risk that for sex.

STEVE

(Quietly)

Not just sex.

JONATHAN

(Shocked)

What?

STEVE

It won't be just sex. At least, not for me.

JONATHAN

(Cautiously)

Me either.

STEVE laughs and shakes his head. JONATHAN joins him after a beat.

STEVE

Shit. We're both dumb.

JONATHAN

Yeah.

STEVE and JONATHAN look at each other with matching fond smiles. STEVE starts to move in, but JONATHAN’s smile falls and he shrinks back.

JONATHAN

It was Eddie.

STEVE stops. He doesn’t move back, though his smile is replaced by a look of confusion.

STEVE

Eddie across the hall?

JONATHAN nods.

STEVE

The same metalhead who drives you crazy by playing his music too loud?

JONATHAN

Yeah.

STEVE

When?

JONATHAN

After the concert last week. You couldn’t go, and I didn’t want to go alone, so I asked him.

STEVE sits back and rakes his fingers through his hair. He frowns.

STEVE

Yeah, okay. I can see why. Honestly, I’ve thought about it myself, I just – It kind of hurts that it wasn’t me. I’ve been pining after you for months now.

JONATHAN

It didn’t mean anything. We had a few drinks at the concert, then shared a joint after and – 

JONATHAN shrugs.

STEVE

You don’t have to explain anything. I still wish it had been me, though.

JONATHAN

Maybe next concert if you don’t cancel on me.

STEVE leans in again, his voice taking on a teasingly seductive tone as he gets as close as he can without actually invading JONATHAN’s space. Everything about his body language invites JONATHAN to close the distance between them. JONATHAN appears unfazed.

STEVE

Are you seriously going to make me wait?

JONATHAN

At least a first date.

STEVE laughs. His phone rings and he picks it up.

STEVE

Challenge accepted.

(Answers phone.)

Hello. Yep. I’ll be right down.

STEVE hangs up. He heads for the door, opening the closet and putting on some flip-flops. Before he leaves, he turns back to JONATHAN.

STEVE

How about right now? We can do dinner and a movie.

JONATHAN rolls his eyes with a fond smirk.

JONATHAN

Fine, but you have to actually pay attention to the movie, and I’m not answering any questions until after the credits.

STEVE

Deal.

There is a smutty continuation to this that I was not able to edit in time. The entire thing will be up on AO3 when I get to it.

[herwritingartcowboy]

Want A Paradise

A/n: First time writing for this character and this fandom.

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Charcter(s) Kunikuzushi (Scaramouche)

Warning(s): Mentions of blood

Readers Gender: GN

****

{Art credit to @/koiissaa on twitter}

******

What if you were a fatui and scaramouche never became scaramouche.

You always went down this path but by the many times you did you never shall this. It was a small boy with long indigo hair and eyes. He looked confused and scared all at the same time. You went up to him trying to see if he was alright but he only backed away from you.

“Are you okay, it's alright I'm not going to harm you, you may be a stranger but your words were soothing and warm to him so he only got closer. “Can you please tell me what happened”, he did want to talk to you but he couldn’t find his voice he only just hugged you as he cried laying his head on your chest. You patted his back as you helped him get up and even helped and guided him to your home.  As you laid the male down in your bed he still wouldn’t let go of you so you just laid next to him as you ran your fingers through his hair. 

That's how you meet Kunikuzushi. He was a quiet joyful, soft spoken, and clingy, and at times a bit clumsy. It did take time for him to get comfortable with you but it did pay out. 

Everything was fine until you and kunikuzushi were finally official but then you started to lose money. Your job hired a new manager that wasn't so kind to its workers, so it was hard to get anything for the both of you. You were going to be in debt so without Kunikuzushi knowing you went and became one of the eleven fatui harbingers. It wasn't a friendly job but it made ends meet as you knew you and him can live in paradise after this. 

Kunikuzushi was worried for you, you haven't come home and it was starting to get dark. He was about to go out until he heard the front door open. He ran to the door seeing you, with your hand holding your side. He went closer to you seeing it was a big injury and blood was coming out he started to panic as he went to go get the first aid.

You apologized for coming back late all bloody. “What happened?Who did this to you?I was worried.” “Don’t be and why are you up this late anyways?” “You know i can't sleep without you by my side”. You smiled as you placed your hand on his cheek and gave him a kiss on the lips to shore him everything was fine. Today was your day off as you wanted to go take kunikuzushi to a nice cafe until you heard someone's voice.  “Hey Y/n, what are you doing” “Oh hey Childe i was just out with my partner here” “I didn’t know, how come you never told me” “Some things i keep in private”.

Childe or Tartaglia was number eleven of the fatui. You had no big problems with him as you both found respect as you are now the sixth. You never hinted or told anybody about your life like everyone else. But Childe did say that he was doing this for his younger brother and you just kept quiet.  So that's why it was such a shock for him seeing you here with someone.  

For the rest of the date Childe tagged along with the both of you as Kunikuzushi found it entertaining and found it annoying. You all did part way as you both went home and relaxed in the tub together. “So is he your friend?” “No” “Aw even i know you need more friends” “All i need it you”. The boy laughed as he got more comfortable in the warm bath. 

You were both laying down on your shared bed as you held the male closer to you as thoughts invaded your mind. You only just wanted to be you and him, with your job you can provide him a good life. He told you about what he went through and how he is still scared of you and he might get hurt. Back then you were scared but put on a brave face for him but now you know you can protect him.

Soon Kunikuzushi did ask you about marriage and when you explained to him what it was he asked to become your wife and you happily agreed. You were just going to do a paper sign, maybe with some stuffed animals around and put the ring on the finger, have a sexy night and call it a day. But as you were at a meeting your ‘wedding’ got brought up to the others. “Y/n why not just have a nice wedding here i know we would all love to see you beloved”. You only rolled your eyes nodding your head in response but in private you were furious, Who found out, who told everyone. You never wanted to bring him anywhere near this but you had to go along with it. 

The wedding was simple, nothing too big and just you co workers were there. Once the wedding was over they put on a nice little dinner. You knew something was up so you told him not to question or touch anything. “So i hope your-”, it was an attack as your first instinct was to grab your husband and run. You knew something was off, maybe just some random wannabe archon believers. Till you were in a dead end and cornered, you promised yourself to never do this but you have to. There was blood everywhere as you looked back at your husband. He was terrified. You calmed down as you kneeled down beside him putting your bloody hand on his cheek, that's when he broke down crying. “Are you okay,you're not bleeding right?” “I’m fine, and this ain't my blood”. You heard clapping as you turned around seeing the first fatui. “I knew you would share your true colors to him, no one likes liars”, You knew what he ment but that didn’t stop you from leaving with your husband in your arms. 

“You could've told me” “I just wanted to be my pure minded boy” “You know i’m not”. He hugged you tightly as you laid down on the shared bed. “I promise you don’t need to worry, i’ll make sure we get are paradise”.

*****

[stayandot8]

Track Two: Airplane

Genre: Fluff

Relationship type: established boyfriend/girlfriend, early stages

Important Contents: Third in the Playlist series. If you read, thank you. Let me know what you think. <3

WC: 2.8k

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2. Airplane

Eating takeout in his room was always my favorite date with Chan. Today was no different. This time he was splitting his energy between eating with me and packing for his performance in some exciting city and leaving me again. He said I could stay at his place while he’s away only after I admitted how much I missed him. I had yet to take him up on his offer but this time I was seriously considering it. I had been staying here for the past couple weeks anyways so what was a couple more days alone?

“You have to bring me back something this time. I still don’t believe you actually forgot when you were in Japan.” I heard him laugh with me this time.

“I told you I was sorry,” he said with a smile as he grabbed my box and put it on the nightstand. He laid down to wrap his arms around me, his bare chest warm through the shirt of his I was wearing.  “We just got so busy and we were so tired and they wouldn’t let me out of the hotel. I was stuck in hotel jail. They said it was too dangerous.” The force of him hugging me forced me to lay fat, him on top of me and laying his head on my chest. This was his preferred way of hanging out, according to Chan. Running my hands through his hair, I kissed the top of his head gently. He had been working so much lately, he said I was like his place of solace where he didn’t have to talk about work or anything to do with it. He could relax and just be Chan with no expectations. 

“I know, I’m just messing with you. You know you don’t have to bring me anything but yourself. I just need you back in one piece. That’s all I’ll ever need.” I said, whispering the last few words into his hair and just breathing in the scent of him. He always smelled like home.

A few minutes passed as we just laid there like that. I thought he had fallen asleep on me again until his head moved to look at me. 

“I have to pack.”

“I know.”

He made no move to get off me so I let him stay there, just rubbing his back up to his hair and down again. He laid his head back on my chest. 

“You could come with me, you know,” I heard in a muffled voice. 

My hand paused its movement, stunned for a moment. This was the first time he had even mentioned it as a possibility. 

“There’s no way they would let me come with you officially.” Especially since we weren’t out in the public either. My hand resumed its path. 

He looked back up to my eyes, his eyes determined. “I could talk to them. At least see what they say.”

“And how would the others feel about it? The other members might have something to say about someone else joining their field trip.” I’d become close with the other members but I was still unsure. 

“They won’t care. It actually might be preferable. They won’t have to room with me this time. I would get a room to myself. Well, we would get a room to ourselves. I would much rather share a room with you than Lee Know.” His usual playfulness had come back to his eyes at that as he snickers to himself. I rolled my eyes and smiled at him. 

“I’ll tell you what. If it will be no trouble for anyone and the other members don’t mind, then I’ll go. But you have to ask each of them and they have to be honest. I don’t want to be in anyone’s way.” I grimace at him. He considers my words and jumps up from the bed. He puts his shirt back on and leaves the room. I stare after him, wondering what he could be doing before it hits me. He’s going to ask them now. I needed to do something other than sit with my nerves so I crossed his room to his closet to resume his packing for him. 

Ten minutes later, his suitcase was half packed with all black clothes when I heard shuffling in the hallway. Chan came back with a big smile on his face. 

“What did you do? I don’t like that mischievous smile on your face.” I narrow my brows at him, confused as to why he’s smiling in that way. He said nothing as he peeked in his suitcase, nodded his head in approval of what I’ve packed, and continued where I had left off as he opened his pants drawer. I spun around to him, still confused. “Chan what did you do?” 

He still said nothing but that grin never left his face. 

“Christopher!”

He laughed loudly at that. “Just give it a minute. Patience.”

At that moment, my phone buzzed. And then buzzed again. And again. And again. I walked back over to the bed where it was sitting and opened it to a stream of texts from each member. 

Felix: I hope you’re prepared for what you’ve just gotten yourself into. ;) This is going to be so much fun!

I opened the next one. 

Changbin: Now you can cook me breakfast while we’re away too!!

I laughed out loud with that and opened the others.

Seungmin: Why would you sign up for this?! At least I’ll have someone else to laugh at them with.

Hyunjin: Will you braid my hair this time? You promised :( 

Lee Know: You’re doing this by choice?

I.N.: Welcome to the crazy train :)

Han: YYEEEEEESSSSSSSS!! :D

I picked up my head to glare at Chan, but he had disappeared again. I threw up my hands in exasperation as Chan came back into the room with another suitcase. 

“And what is that for?” I asked as I tilted my head in question.

“It’s for you!” Chan had that big smile again. “Now you can start packing too!” 

I just stood there, looking at him in bewilderment. I gave up with a small sigh as the smile began creeping onto my face and I took the suitcase from him.

 “The clothes I would take are at my house. I’ll be back in an hour, okay?” I said laughing to myself. I kissed him and left, not knowing what I had just gotten myself into. 

***

Packing was the easy part and before I knew it, a black car was outside my apartment with my boyfriend, Felix, and their luggage tucked inside. I followed closely behind Felix so I wouldn’t get lost going through the airport, my grip on his sweater causing permanent wrinkles in it. I promised him I would pay to get a new one, but he brushed me off saying he used to be the same way with Changbin. Passing through the airport was easy enough with the other members in front with me and Chan bringing up the rear. He always had to keep everyone in his front view so he could keep his eyes out. He was like that whenever we were alone in public too. 

Once we were clear to relax until our plane arrived to take us to our destination, Felix invited me to hang out while Chan got dragged away to attend to some business with his manager and left me to fend for myself. 

“Come one. It’ll be fun, I promise.” I couldn’t resist his grin as he led me to the lounge set aside specifically for them. He opened the door to the rest of the members with drinks already in hand. The older members had umbrellas in their cups while Jeongin and Seungmin seemed content with glasses of water and baked goods on the tables in front of them. They all looked up when Felix opened the door and I had never heard such a small room explode with noise so quickly. Shouts all competing for my attention as Han, Changbin, and Hyunjin rose from their seats, trying to drag me to the empty seats beside them.

“Come sit by me so we can discuss what you should wear in the city.” Hyunjiin forcefully dragged me to the seat next to him before I could object. I turned and pouted in the others direction, shrugging my shoulders in surrender in a ‘what can I do?’ gesture, and took my place in between Hyunjin and Felix. After I dropped my bag onto the floor in front of me, Hyunjin moved it aside and sat on the floor at my feet, back to me so he could look upside down at me with his head in my lap. I smiled down at him and raised my eyebrow.

“Can I help you?”  I asked, amusement written in my smile down at him. He closed his eyes and smiled back at me and pouted as he asked me to braid his hair like I promised. I sighed and closed my eyes, feigning exasperation. “If you can find me a hairbrush, a small hair band or two, and a drink then yes.” Hyunjin scrambled to his bag next to the chair beside me and grabs just that. He tapped Felix on the thigh and motioned for him to take his headphones off. 

“Felix, can you grab a drink for our friend here while she braids my hair?” Hyunjin fluttered his lashes at the boy, making Felix let out a small huff while he smiled at me. 

“What can I get you, darling?” He stood from his seat, placing his headphones on the chair behind him while I told him. He nodded and walked to the bar across the room. I nudged Hyunjin with my foot in his side until he yelped. 

“I said YOU get me a drink. Why would make him do that?” I shook my head at him, feeling mildly guilty. 

“But I’m already comfortable here.” He said as he laid his head back in my lap to grin at me again. I swatted at his cheek and motioned for him to hand me the brush he brought over. 

“Do you want one braid or two small ones?” I asked as I ruffled his hair out to brush back, taking my opportunity to comb through his locks with my hands first. I would be lying if I said I hadn't thought about doing it before now so I was not going to waste it. 

He lifted two fingers in the air and I saw his eyes close as I started brushing, humming softly to himself. He had told me before that he liked having his hair brushed by someone else like this, with no stage to get to or performance to shoot. Hyunjin liked to take his time when he could and I was happy to be able to provide this for my friend. Just this once, of course. 

Just as I had started to gather his hair in my fingers to start braiding, Felix came back with my drink in his hands and sat it down on the table in between us. I smiled my thanks and nudged my foot into Hyunjin’s side again. He giggled and shied away from it while staying in place as best he could. 

My drink gone and Hyunjin’s hair done, he stood up and pranced around the room asking each of the members how he looked. Each one looked at me to compliment how it looked, saying it had everything to do with my handiwork and nothing to do with Hyunjin. They always knew how to make me laugh. 

“I want mine done now!” Felix exclaimed as he took Hyunjin’s place in the front of my seat. “Hyunjin, get me some hair ties from your bag.” As Hyunjin did just that, Chan opened the door and immediately caught my eyes. He made his way over to collapse into Felix’s seat, letting out a long sigh.

“Everything okay?” I gave him a quizzical look, searching his face for any signs of stress. At least, more than usual. He nodded.

“Just missed you, that’s all.” He rolled his neck and his gaze landed on me as he gave me a soft smile. I rolled my eyes and returned to the blonde head in front of me, chuckling to myself. I felt his hand start a trail up and down my back. “Whatcha doing?” 

“Making his hair look like Hyunjin’s.” Hyunjin, who had returned to his seat with a new drink in hand, was drawing on his tablet, too engulfed in his new drawing to hear anything else. Chan gave him a slight push in the arm, breaking him from his stupor and giving his leader a questioning look. 

“Did you say thank you to your hairdresser?” Chan was always quick to remind the boys to use their manners around me. Not that I minded of course. 

Hyunjin was quick to lay his head on my shoulder and say quietly into my ear an elongated ‘thank you’. I lowered my head to rest in his for a second as I mentioned that it was no problem and he went right back to his drawing. These boys never fail to make me laugh. Chan’s hand returned to his path on my back as I got to work on Felix’s hair.

By the time the plane had come to take our pack to our destination, half the boys had some sort of braid in their hair. They each had their own forms of bribery, not that they needed it. I was happy to do it. They had grown to be like little brothers to me, closer than my own family. Chan couldn’t help but express his gratitude about it once we were seated on the plane. I could tell Chan knew I was nervous to fly with them this time by the way he was stroking my hand with his thumb. I was surprised my grip wasn’t crushing him. 

“I guess they really do like me. It’s actually a relief.” I was trying to change the subject to distract myself from the roiling in my gut. As excited as I was to go somewhere exciting with Chan and his members, I couldn’t help the nervous feeling that something would happen while we were away. And for some reason, I had chosen this subject.

Chan turned his head sharply to look at me, confusion written on his face. “Why wouldn’t they?”

“I don’t know, really. I guess I was just afraid that they would just ignore me if I was around or act like they were just being polite because I was here or something.”

“Why would you think that?” Chan’s grip on my hand tightened as he brought my knuckles to his lips. 

“I couldn’t tell you. But I’m glad they seem comfortable around me.”

“That’s because I never stop talking about you so they feel like they know you already. Sometimes they beg me to talk about something else because I can’t stop talking or thinking about you.” He’s doing a good job of distracting me, that’s for sure. I could feel the blush growing on my cheeks the more he stared at me. My heart was still racing but definitely for a different reason than it was an hour ago. 

“You always know what to say to get me blushing don’t you.”

“I can tell when you feel anxious because your face becomes very stoic. You’re usually so expressive so I can see it. You know you can always come to me when you feel those things, right? I want you to know that you can always find me.” I nodded. 

“Do you want to pick up the podcast we were listening to earlier? I’ve got my headphones ready for us both to listen.” I had gotten Chan into crime podcasts early in our relationship and we had grown accustomed to listening to the same ones while cooking together or simply lounging around in the apartment. 

I nodded, grateful for something to focus on while waiting for the plane to take off. He released my hand to shuffle around in his bag for something. I glanced out the window to look at the runway we were rounding, waiting our turn to enter the skies. I felt an arm on my thigh and I looked back to see this beautiful man handing me a bag of gummy bears. 

“For the nerves.” How he knew that they were my favorite candy I still couldn’t tell you but that was the final straw before I finally admitted to myself that I was falling head over heels in love with Bangchan. 

[weaper-reaper]

The Four Horsemen of a Scot's Heart.

CH1, Warm. CH2, Gentle

CW+Notes: Soap X OFC (Reader-Insert kinda), Slowburn, Angst and Mutual Pining, Romance, Mentions of loss, Plot Heavy, Military Inaccuracies, Soap is bad at feelings and emotions. If you haven't read my Konig fic 'Eventuality' I highly recommend it before this- otherwise some plot devices might be lost on ya. Continuation on Macks storyline. Masterlist Here. Cross-posted on Ao3 (Always gets updated first, so check that out.) WC~4.5k

Soap had a good way of doing that thing, where he could talk to you as if you’d been friends for years. His sunny exterior found ways to beam through the cracks in the walls I’d cautiously built up. Him and his smug little grin..

“Y’planning on standing out there all night, bonnie?” 

It just seemed natural that this is where I found myself now. Outside his door at three am, the cold wind started to wisp at my exposed arms and contorted the tips of my hairs to prick up away from my skin; seeking any source of relief from the growing bitter bite. He didn’t say anything else after that, didn’t really need to- he just scooped me up against his solid chest and pulled me inside. Wordlessly inviting me into his warm embrace. This was our pattern now, and he happily filled the roles I became reliant on. He was warm, gentle, strong and soft. Everything I yearned for. Yet.. something still didn’t sit quite right at the back of my heart.

It had been three months since Konig left. I had the dates down to the dot. He sent letters for the first few weeks. Pages and pages of descriptions and little doodles of what he’d been experiencing, now stationed back in his homeland. Everything he was allowed to write about at least. Apparently his team had been sent out on some covert mission a month after they returned, and that's when the messages stopped. Just suddenly nothing. I refused to think anything terrible happened, Konig wasn’t anything if not careful- so I’ve slowly decided it was better to think that he’d simply moved on. Maybe found someone back home, some pretty and bright civilian who wasn’t as weathered with horrors as I had been. Someone he could rely on with no secrets, who was closer in distance. It made sense that he wanted to settle for something easier, something better. I wouldn’t blame him after all, that was a life I’d only ever be able to crave. 

Cream colored skin and corded muscles tugged my tightly wound body closer, and just as gently pulled my attention from my wandering thoughts. I sighed and relaxed in his embrace. 

Warm. Gentle. Strong and Soft. 

My mind cleared as I inhaled the musky scent from the body next to mine up greedily. He smelt fresh, like he had been running around the woods all day. The clean crisp air of his assigned apartment mixed deliciously with the alder and sweet chestnut that wafted off of him. His nose pressed flat against my temple and each of his breaths tickled the shell of my ear. Within minutes, my stiff posture subsided and all of the tension in my bones slipped away from me. 

‘There ya’ go.” he cooed, voice low and quiet. The words spoken for only me.

His forearms slid down my back and I was easily released from the tight sinewed cocoon of his chest. That safe space extended all around us in a bubble, and he looked down at me with knowing eyes. He raised a hand to palm my cheek, and I encouraged the share of his body heat with hooded eyes and wandering fingers of my own. He settled his free hand over where both of mine found the taut skin covering the place where his heart sat deep in his chest. I could feel the chuckle rumble up his body before I heard it. 

“Jesus, your fingers are colder than ice!” He squeezed my fingers and kicked the door shut behind us, pulling me deeper into the space he inhabited for the time being. Moving me to the couch, he threw a thick blanket over the two of us and joined me at my side- one arm wrapped around both of my shoulders. That was the other thing about Johnny, he wasn’t shy about physical touch or PDA. And it wasn’t just reserved for me either, Ghost practically glared daggers at the scot whenever he hovered over him too close. It was endearing though, and he had practice building up those perfect stone walls of protection in between the space of his arms and chest. An extra space pooled with so much heat that I was very eager to inhabit.

“Sorry,” I mumbled into his side lamely. “I hope I didn’t wake you.”

“Eh,” he shrugged, pulling me closer into his comfortable embrace. “I wasn’t sleeping anyway, saving it up for the ride.” 

I hummed. That’s right, today was the last day- or well, last morning- of having to pretend to live a normal civilian life. Captain Price’s superiors set the team up in this tiny townhouse community while we switched over bases from the dunes to wherever HQ lies for these guys. A measly eight week ‘vacation’ (as Price referred to it) was my own personal hell. It wasn’t just me either, most of the boys itched to get back out into the battlefield. We tore up the local gym during our stay too, poor place might just have to get some new treadmills and equipment. I must have cooped myself up in my room for the past two weeks just re-organizing my already filed paperwork. Milking every moment from its seemingly never-ending phase. Ink still stained my hands from the color coding and alphabetizing. 

Soap stretched back behind him to grab the remote, and flicked on the T.V. Reruns, old cartoons, and the news were the only stations we had access to in this place. I melted into him, our nightly routine playing out as it had been for the past few weeks. 

Initially, I didn’t intend to start coming to his place. Gaz mentioned after the gym one time that the other guys were going over to his and Soaps place to play some cards, and that I should join them. They ended up doing more drinking than playing; so being the only sober one, I got stuck up with cleanup. Thankfully, we all lived within a hundred yards of each other- so after I made sure everyone got home safe I moseyed back to scrape up Price’s charred cigar ash from Soap’s kitchen window sill. He looked nearly passed out on the couch when I went to check on him, and somehow I wound up tangled under whiskey tainted his limbs.

It was all a blur really, and then it became an almost everyday activity for us since. It never moved past that though. Soap would hold me, sometimes I’d cry for no reason, sometimes he’d crack jokes on for hours; there was just raw unfiltered us and I think it’s what we both needed. Since the dunes, I hadn’t been sleeping well. But here, here, in his arms like this- I could. He was like an addiction. That sunny exterior a simple fact of life I couldn’t ignore. I was an overwatered cactus in this ugly desert, and he came by to dry up all the bad stuff that threatened to drown me. 

He was made to share the place with Gaz, but all the times we had our impromptu-midnight-cuddle sessions I’d never seen him come out of his room. I don’t really know if he even suspected or knew of our innocent activities but even if he did, Soap probably just grilled him to keep his mouth shut. Not that there were very many scandalous rumors that could ruin me in any more shitty ways. My reputation was already openly known. Not that I was a homie-hopper who cuddled with every other guy in the 141-but I mean how most of the team already saw me. Naive and inexperienced in the field. Some medic book-nerd whose only job was to keep them alive when they got boo boo’s while out doing all the hard work. It was Price’s seemingly personal vendetta that constantly reminded me of my place.

“Look at that!” He chimed after a while of channel surfing. I layed almost directly on top of him now, with one of his arms draped lazily over the small of my back and rubbing circles on the exposed skin. “Hells bells, I have’na seen this movie since I was a lad.” 

Braveheart written in bold white letters faded over a lush green and scenic landscape, and a bagpipe belled rich notes around the hollow room. We spent a couple hours watching the movie, Soap only got up once. I held in a laugh as he shouted at me through the open bathroom door.

“Alba gu bràth” he yelled, in time with the actor on the screen. 

Soon though, the sun began to bleed through the windows and it broke our secret bubble of domestic intimacy. I reluctantly pulled away from him, and his heavy arm fell from around me. He watched silently as I shoved my sneakers and hoodie back on, not even remembering when it was that I was shed of them. The look on his face made it seem like he wanted to say something more, so I anxiously hovered a bit by the door and he rose to walk me out.

His eyes found mine as I palmed open the front door a crack. Face stone, he hesitated. 

“Soap-” 

“Johnny.” He interrupted. 

I swallowed. He’d insisted on that since I met him. 

“Johnny.” I echoed. 

His lips twitched up in that tiny smile of his, and the hard look in his eyes eased. He snaked a hand around my waist and guided me into him, pressing his soft lips against the part of my own. His body enveloped me, and I started to enjoy being smothered full of him. The scruff of his beard pricked my face, it tickled and made my lips raw in the best way. 

“Say it again,” he sighed into my mouth with a heavy breath, and I nearly had to hold back a moan. 

His hands pinched at my hips when I didn’t respond. “My name, bonnie. Say it again.”

“Johnny.” I whispered. “Johnny, Johnny, Johnny.”

He flushed his body against mine and the door, sliding his tongue into my mouth and deepening our kiss. His lips were soft, and his teeth nipped at my sore skin. He hunkered down, and engulfed me completely. Something flipped inside of my stomach and I had to tear myself away from his scorching skin. After a second of me straining backwards in his arms, he caved and pulled back from me- letting them drop to his side. I couldn’t help but stare at him, breathless.

The morning sun beamed in from the glass of the door behind me, and illuminated his honey hued skin and dark hair. Oh how I ached to cling to him, stick out my tongue and lap up all of his deliciousness. A pang of guilt and hesitation hit me at the center of my chest, and I quickly ripped away from his burning eyes. 

With a new loss for any coherent words, I quickly turned and slipped out of his apartment. Letting the door click close behind me as I rushed down the steps into my own assigned room. 

It was cold on the uninhabited lower floor, and now here alone- I missed Johnny’s warmth. I slouched against the counter of the kitchen island where my bag’s sat neat and stacked for the past few months. I never ended up unpacking them, mostly being filled with medical equipment we didn’t have a use for here, and it was too late now anyway. We received orders two days ago to rendezvous with the royal air force regiment at ten. I glanced up at the analog clock hanging over the microwave. It was just now six-thirty, our shuttle didn’t leave for the next half-hour. I had planned on leaching every spare moment out with Soap, but then that tiny thrum in the center of my heart told every nerve to run the other way when he was around. 

He wasn’t a bad guy. In fact, he was the opposite in every single way. The type to rescue kittens out of trees, and buy little kids balloons at the fair. The kind to drop everything if just to make someone he cared about smile, and that’s where the guilt inside my core made me hesitate. After everything I had shared with Konig, I couldn’t help but wonder if I was taking advantage of Johnny. All of these men, 141 or not, had lived through hellish things and it was too easy for me to cure their hang-ups with comfort and nice words. Sure it was my job to heal the ill, the wounded- but I had to take a step back and look at everything from a professional perspective. I was their Medic, not a psychiatrist and definitely not their god damn vicar. I huffed through my nose and slung each bag over my shoulder, leaving the cold dark of the empty apartment and rushing down to the curb of the tiny neighborhood. 

There were already a couple people piled together near the sidewalk and neatly-trimmed grass. Price and Gaz stood huddled close in seemingly deep conversation until their gaze met mine as I hustled over to them. Gaz waved me over and Price did little except greet me with an audible silence. The brim of his hat flopped lazily over his eyes, and he leaned a shoulder against the bus-stop sign- body language obviously ignoring my presence. I was eager to avoid him equally, and instead my focus shifted to Gaz. Even in the early morning light his deep skin soaked in every ray of sun. He looked happy and well rested. I wondered when he managed to sneak out of his place. I’ve only just left Soap maybe ten minutes or so ago.. Had he waited until I was gone to leave? My cheeks heated as I thought of him hiding behind his door, packed and ready to go- waiting for his roommate's hook-up to scurry out under cover of night. 

His eyes bounced questioningly between Price’s aloof body and mine, I ignored the look he gave me, and he tossed the intrusion away with a knowing nod. But his eyes said ‘We are definitely going to talk about this later.’

I smiled sheepishly and eyed their beige duffle bags that were obviously thrown half-hazardly on the ground. There was a large dark stain that coated both of them. I glanced back up at Gaz but he answered before I could ask. 

“Coffee.” He said simply. “Price spilt it this morning as we were packing.” 

“You were helping Price pack?” I asked, side-eyeing the Captain to my right. Gaz nodded. 

“Had me there all last night too, going over last minute plans and the like.” 

I chuckled, ‘Just like him to drag everyone into his mess.’ I thought darkly for a moment before shaking away that headspace. He was my Captain now, until he decided he didn’t want me; I shouldn’t keep thinking so badly of him. Though it was hard not to with everything he withheld from me while I worked under him, who knew what other important information he was hiding? It seemed like just a little ploy in his master plan on getting me to work for him and his team. The ‘opportunity’ actually a hidden absolvement for him, to make him feel better after being involved with my dad’s death in a way that he still wouldn’t take the time to explain.

Casual conversation waded in behind us, and Ghost and Soap both made their way over to where the three of us stood. The taller man held both his and Soap’s equipment across his shoulder, and it was strange to see him in such casual clothing. Or as casual as the lieutenant could get. His plain black balaclava clung tight to his face under his hood, and he wore another jacket over that. It wasn’t that cold now that the sun was out, but he really did everything he could to blend into the backgrounds of any situation. His massive build made it hard for him to disappear out here in the open though. Soap carried two gun cases, I knew the longer one housed his favorite sniper, and the other probably extra handguns and lethal equipment the group always carried with them. Just in case, right? I swallowed thickly and tried not to let my eyes wander around his enticing frame too much. It was hard though, he had changed into a gray crewneck and jeans that hugged the bulge around his thighs perfectly. 

The squeal of dirty tire pads and air brakes made for the perfect excuse to rip my gaze away from the chiseled statue. 

Priced was first to enter the long white bus, dragging along his bags and box of paperwork. Then we piled in behind him. He exchanged a few words with the driver and moved to settle into the first bench closest to the entrance. There were only a few other people already on the double decker, the majority of them rumbling around above us. I made easy conversation with Gaz as he helped me tuck my own bags under the next bench behind Price. There were about three spaces to a seat, but with all of our extra luggage he decided on just buckling it onto the chair at the aisle. I sat closest to the large window with him in the middle. The seats were hard and the entire thing smelt like burnt plastic, and I prayed that the ride into the city wouldn’t be too long. Though at the least I knew I’d have good conversation this time around.

My eyes followed his body as Soap clambered up the steps into the shuttle, Ghost directly behind him- looking not too eager about the amount of civilians on the bus. Honestly, why they didn’t ship us directly over to the new base was a move I’d never understand. Soap’s eyes met mine briefly, then traveled down my body and then over Gaz’s to the occupied seat beside him. His shoulders hung, and his eyes almost read dejected. 

“Storage ‘s below, you can jus’ toss your bags over my cases.” He suggested to the other man, Gaz slid on a pair of dark aviators and crossed his arms over his chest. 

“I’m comfy now bruv, don’t make me lug those things back down there.” he pouted. 

Soaps gaze fell heavy over mine again, searching for me to say something in agreement maybe? I didn’t, and Ghost nudged him over rather impatiently, squeezing down into the bench across the aisle from us. Soap dropped and kicked their bags under their feet, an empty seat between the two partners. I could still feel his hot gaze where it burned on the side of my face, but I kept my stare out of the window to my side as the bus rumbled to life again. 

After a while Price’s incessant scribbling in the row in front of us nearly drove me insane. I scooted to the edge of my seat and peered over the railing into his lap. Stacks of information unimportant to me piled there. His large hands drifted effortlessly over the paper, drawing clean and neat words over the pages- as if we weren’t being tossed around already by the rough asphalt outside. 

He could tell I was staring, and snapped the folder shut. “What is it, nurse?”

“Are you ever going to talk to me?” I asked. Questions demanding answers seeped with hidden innuendos over my lips. 

“Even if I wanted to, it wouldn't be in the middle of a goddamn bus.” He answered dark and gruff, like I was some kid pestering him with meaningless nonsense. 

I grit my molars together, “You won’t even tell me where it is you’re transferring me. It could be some evil lair for all I know.” I started to argue stupidly, but his eyes flickered over to meet mine, broad shoulders twisting around so he could look directly at me. The heat of his stare threw me back to basic, and I shrunk back into my chair. 

“You’ll know the real evil soon, kid. Don’t you doubt that.” 

It sounded more like a threat at first, but the more I pondered over what he said- the more embarrassed I grew. All the Captain saw me as was some naive and terrible circumstanced half-soldier thrown under his unfortunate protection. 

‘Kid.’ 

It rang around my ears and I had to bite my lip to keep from mouthing back anything else. Honestly though, I didn’t doubt it. I dreaded the things I’ve yet to experience with 141 more than anything. That uneasy void quickly settled over the pit in my stomach again. It sounded like he had plans, it was Price’s promise to season me, break me apart and build me back up into the same steel soldiers he created all around him. 

I hadn’t even realized I dozed off until a body slammed down besides me. I jerked conscious, suddenly overwhelmed with an oaky scent. Soap had just slid into the middle seat next to me- his eyes sharp and facing forward. 

I sucked in a breath. “Where’s Gaz?”

“Bathroom.”

“Oh.” I mumbled, and sat up straighter. I had hunched over against the glass in my sleep and now the entire right side of my face was cold. 

“Why are you ignoring me?” He hushed out in a whisper, eyes finally drifting over to my hands in my lap. 

I cleared my throat. 

“Ignoring you-” I started to deny, but he cut me off and his jaw clenched. 

“Aye, since you ran out this morning.”

“I didn’t run out.” I countered. 

His eyes drew up to mine, and he leaned dangerously over my shoulder- his face so close I could smell the woodsy aftershave. My stare lingered over the clean trim of his chin, the scar there now exposed to the light. He had shaved after I left. His teeth clenched again, I could tell I was making him aggravated. It took a lot for Soap to get mad, the only other time I’d seen him frustrated like this was when he was upset at himself for not being able to do something. He held whatever was really bothering him in, though. He hadn’t before, and I didn’t expect him to- really push back against the boundaries I forced up between us. So it was surprising to see him bring this morning up at all. 

“You’re being weird, Soap.”

He scoffed and fell back into his seat properly again, calloused hands wringing at each other in his lap mirroring my own nervous fidgets. 

“You’re the one being weird,” there was a pause.

“Nurse.” He teased. 

“Oh we’re back to that are we?” I choked out incredulously, eyes wide and pinned directly at his face. Of course he didn’t even bother looking at me anymore, eyes set onto the back of Price's head in front of his. The Captain was napping now too, hat settled over his face and a protective arm over the boxes strapped to the empty seats at his side.

He was silent. 

“Johnny,” I sighed out after a long moment, and he tipped his attention over to mine again. I let my head loll to the side, my temple resting tentatively over his shoulder. I was slightly surprised he didn’t shove my touch away. His still frame didn’t budge an inch, and I slowly slid my hand over the border of the armrest to fall on top of where his were wound tight together; his body heat almost instantly warmed my easily chilled bones. 

“M’pure done in.” He sighed after a while and mumbled under his breath. Finally giving in and flipping his hand over to hold mine. They were hidden below the pile of bags at his other side, and I made sure not even Ghost could see should he decide to peer over.

“What’s that?” I questioned, tilting my head up to meet his considerably softened gaze. 

“You confuse me, hen.” His accent was rougher when he whispered down to me like this.

“I’m sorry.” I admitted, I did feel bad for a second and that unsettling pit of dread almost returned. But the way he looked at me now, like he’d do anything to make sure I was okay– I wasn’t ready to let go of that yet. So I closed my eyes again and let myself fall back asleep, hand tucked firmly under his larger one. His willing presence validated and warmed my reasoning for wanting to be so selfish with him.

We took one more shuttle after we reached the city, which brought us to the cargo plane we boarded now. Soap refused to leave my side the entire time. I made sure to keep some distance, but it sat heavy there between us. Gaz was my grateful distraction until we landed. 

“Yes! Finally!” He shouted with an obnoxious stretch as we landed. His aviators blinked in the afternoon sun. It was much warmer now, and I was thankful for the comfortable weather. Price tossed his bags into the back of a pickup. 

“Don’t celebrate too early, this isn’t our last stop.” Gaz groaned and we all followed the Captain into a metal building in front of us. Soap shouldered my bag from me, and tossed the rest of everyone’s luggage in the pickup. 

He led our small group into a meeting room, a log table sat in the middle of the room. We all stood- exhausted from spending the entire morning traveling. Price leaned his hips against the table and turned to face the rest of us. 

“Recoup, rest, find something to eat. We load up in three hours, then we’re out. Copy?”

“Copy!” 

“Yes sir!”

“Aye, Captain!”

Price’s eyes fell over mine expectantly as everyone turned to leave. “A word?”

Soap hovered last in the doorway as everyone made their way back out into the hall. I turned to inch the door shut, and gave him a curt nod. 

The captain’s arms crossed over his chest. 

“This will be different than anything you’re used to, Nurse.” He led, the edges of his eyes were softer now as he looked over me. What, did he pity me?

“I can handle it, sir.”

“I hope so.” He finished, and a silence settled over the two of us. I bit the inside of my cheek. Every cell in my body wanted to press him for answers. How did he know my father? What really happened in those last moments. Why didn’t he do anything to stop it?I knew he wouldn’t answer then though, even if I pushed and pushed and fell on my knees to beg. 

“I’m going to need you close the next few days.” He began again and shoved off the table to cage me closer to the door. “Make sure you’re on your best behavior, kid.” 

I ground my teeth together from the name. He raised a course brow, expecting a response. 

“Yes. Sir.” I drawled.

[nancypullen]

Shhhh

August crept in as July went out in a blaze and, as usual, August has been still.  Isn’t the first week of this month almost always calm? The bugs seem to sing louder because everything else hushes.  I’ve always wondered what the animal kingdom knows that we don’t. The early harvests have started and farmers are busy; even in home gardens some crops are looking middle-aged and tired.  Flowers are still showing off, they’ll fight to the bitter end of that first frost. Oh, the thought of a frost thrills me.  BUT, I’m grateful for the break in that long string of hot July days. I won’t long for frost I’m going to appreciate forecasts like this.

Do you see that high temp for Friday? Oh. happy day!  I’m not a fool (often) I know this probably won’t last.  August isn’t afraid to just copy July, but let’s be aware that we are just 27 days from the “ber” months.

Yesterday I opened the drawer that holds my sweaters and whispered, “Soon...” Another reason to look forward to months that end in ber is that I finally managed to snag a doctor’s appointment!  Well, not a doctor, a nurse practitioner.  I much prefer to see someone who has been through a rigorous med school, a life-changing residency, and perhaps even a fellowship...but beggars can’t be choosers and my name finally came up for an appointment on September 25th.  It’s very hard to establish yourself as a new patient here, so I may arrive with gifts.  I’ll let her know that I’ll rarely darken her door, I just need yearly bloodwork and a mammogram, that’s it.  I’m no trouble.  Well I didn’t used to be, our first year here was a bit of a bear.  I’m hoping that’s all behind us now. Anywho, I’m just about two months from having medical care!  Around here that’s reason to celebrate. I should make a cake. Another reason to celebrate is that I’ve got sunflowers blooming left and right. My view out the kitchen window this morning.

I thought that Crape Myrtle tree was never going to bloom. It finally burst into flower July 31st.  That’s when I spotted the first blooms, and it’s been going like gangbusters for the last few days.   Really, none of the gardens truly filled in until mid-July.  I’m 725 miles further north than I used to be, sounds like I need to adjust my expectations.  I still have a lot to learn.  The arboretum is having a fall plant sale and I’d like to fill my front bed with purple coneflower. That seems to be reliable around here.  Black-eyed Susan is the state flower so it probably wouldn’t hurt to grab a couple of those too.  Besides, both of those flowers remind me of the prairie, and whether I’m in Alaska, Tennessee, or Maryland’s Eastern Shore, I’m forever a bonnet head.

Yep, that definitely feels more like me. So I’ll be planting prairie flowers.  Why not?

In keeping with the hurry-up-and-wait theme, we have at last received an installation date for flooring in the upstairs bathrooms. Friday, August 11th - hallelujah! Feels like progress.  I haven’t made any progress at all finding my place here. But I will, I will.  I want so much to volunteer at the library.  I’ve approached them twice with that offer, sharing my background of working in the school library and all that.  I got the same response each time.

Seriously, I’d expect the same reaction if I greeted them and said, “I like to bite worms in half.”  I’ve become paranoid. Do I stink? Is it because I look like a granny? Am I speaking gibberish?  Apparently that’s not going to be my place.  What a shame, I’ve always found such safety and camaraderie in libraries. I’ve actually considered selling makeup.  I mean, it’s something I know and I’d probably meet like-minded women (if they exist here).  Beauty Counter is a great company, I just really, really don’t want to get involved in any of those MLM schemes. If you’ve ever been stalked by a Mary Kay lady, you’ll understand.  I suppose I’ll just keep being a hermit lady instead.   I’m still hoping to be ready to take some stuff to the Artisans on the Choptank on September 16.  I may have underestimated what it takes to be ready.  I have to be licensed and have a tax number, and I have to have a good way to display everything.  I’ve found plenty of DIY plans for earring and card displays, we’ll see if I can get it all done. If I don’t make that one the next one is December 2nd.  That’s fine, BUT...knowing which market to prepare for is critical.  If I can be ready for September’s then I should be cranking out autumn colored and Halloween earrings.  If it’s December’s market I should be doing winter and Christmas stuff. I don’t want to use up tons of supplies building a fall inventory and not get my tax number in time or something.  Yikes!  What to do what to do? I’ve been busy making earrings in the local high school colors, those might sell in any season. Go, Bulldogs!  Oh well enough of this nonsense.  I’ll sum it all up by saying some things are looking up, some things are disappointing, and hope springs eternal.  In other words, life is behaving like life.   I’m off to soak in a bath and then take the kitties to bed. We’ve got a busy weekend ahead.  The Edgewater gang is coming over and we’ll have some laughs with them. The following weekend we’ll have Little Miss to ourselves while her parents have a bit of an escape, then it’s headlong into the school year.  I can’t believe that she’s starting kindergarten.  I’ve been picking up little dresses (she insists on only wearing dresses) and even some cute shoes to add to her school wardrobe.  These Livie & Luca shoes sparkle!

They’re so soft and will look cute while taking a beating on the playground.

Okay, I really am off to the bathtub now.  There are lavender bubbles calling my name and a book that needs my attention.  I just started The Shallows by Holly Craig. It’s one of those “first reads” from Amazon.  Prime members get early access (for free!) to a new book.  All genres are offered and I can almost always find something enjoyable.   This one isn’t my usual fare, but I’m two chapters in and I don’t hate it.  The jury is still out though. Have a lovely evening, dear people.  Rest, relax, do something nice for yourself. I’ll come back tomorrow with more meaningless babble and we’ll chat again. Sending out loads of love grab what you need. Stay safe, stay well.

XOXO, Nancy 

[binnies-minsung-fanclub]

"Stars and Dahlias"

Changbin x Piper (oc)

feat. Eliana x Han

Piper's POV

I sat outside the café, patiently waiting for my friend to show. As usual, Eliana was casually late. I hadn’t been here long. I even made myself purposely late myself, thinking it would give her more time. It didn’t.

“Piper!” I heard her shout. Within seconds she was in my view and taking the seat in front of me. Despite my irritation, I gave her a friendly smile. “I’m so sorry I’m late, a friend of mine had a situation and needed my help.”

It was her downfall, being such a good friend, but I loved her for it. I settled for a shrug. “It’s okay, El. Glad you could still make it. We don’t get much time to ourselves, you know.”

She smiled at me, but the look in her eyes was apologetic. “I know, but I hope you don’t mind I invited-“ she stopped mid sentence to wave at someone behind me. “I might have invited him to our friend date.”

“Him?” I questioned. My answer quickly arrived at our table, taking a seat to my left. The man that sat down was handsome, and that was an understatement. His smile was what caught my attention first. Charming, cute, sweet. His muscular build was the next thing that I couldn’t take my eyes off of.

“Piper, this is Changbin. Binnie, this is my best friend, Piper.” Eliana introduced us. I was still taken aback by his appearance to react properly.

“It’s nice to meet you, Piper. You can call me Binnie, like Ellie does.” His smile grew wider, causing my brain to short circuit.

“Oh. Yes, of course. It’s nice to meet you too, Binnie.” I gave Eliana a glance, letting her know she wasn’t out of the woods yet.

“I don’t mean to impose,” he began. “Ellie said you wouldn’t mind if I crashed your friend date, though, and I could really use a friend right now.” The blush on his face made me wonder.

“It’s perfectly fine.” I stated. “Did something happen?”

“He caught his girlfriend with someone else,” Eliana announced. I gave her a glare, letting her know that it wasn’t her information to share. I turned back to Changbin, giving him a sympathetic look.

“I know about that all too well, Binnie. I’m sorry to hear that.” I took a sip of my water, remembering finding my husband in bed with his co-worker. At our house. In our bed.

I flagged down a waitress, hoping to detour the conversation away from the negative. It didn’t take long for her to walk to our table and take our orders.

“Binnie,” Eliana smiled at her friend. “Why don’t you tell Piper a bit about yourself.”

I gave her another warning glare. For what, I wasn’t sure this time. Feeling satisfied with my silent threat, I turned and smiled at Changbin. His ears were tipped in a red blush, giving him a boyishly cute appearance.

“Well,” he sighed. His eyes finally fell on me. “I’m actually an idol.”

I gave him a surprised look. “Wow, really? How are you able to be out in public, right now?”

He gave me a crooked smile, causing butterflies to erupt in the pit of my stomach. “We are visiting here. We had a concert a few days ago and had some time before we go back to Seoul.”

Now I was confused. “But El said you caught your girlfriend with someone else.”

He looked away. “She came with us.”

He didn’t need to say anything more about the topic. “Gotcha,” I whispered. “I bet that plane ride will be somewhat awkward.”

“I told him to let her find her own way back home,” Eliana grunted before taking a sip of her drink.

I nodded at her statement. “I have to say I agree with El. Let the bitch figure it out by herself. If she’s big enough to cheat, then she’s big enough to get home on her own.”

Changbin snorted humorously at me. His smile made his eyes turn into adorable little crescent moons, making my butterflies flutter even more. Why did he have to look like that? Damn!

“See?!” Eliana shouted, gesturing across the table at me. “I told you she would understand. Thank you, Piper!”

I chuckled at her antics, shrugging. “Cheating doesn’t sit well with me. Having gone through it myself, I understand the pain. Just feel blessed you hadn’t put a ring on that one, yet.” I lifted my water as if to cheers to what I said.

“Ouch,” Changbin grimaced. “I take it your recently divorced?”

I nodded. “Finalized seven months ago. Still hanging in there, though. Eliana helped me through a lot of it.”

“Since we are on the topic, and it involves your cute, little gremlin, how is Dahlia doing? I can only assume she’s with her dad since she didn’t come with you.” Eliana smiled at the mention of my daughter.

“Actually, she’s with my mom. Her dad had other arrangements today.” I rolled my eyes, giving indication to my annoyance. Eliana scoffed, rolling her eyes as well.

“You have a child?” Changbin asked, his brows furrowed together in confusion.

“Yep. Apparently, getting married and having a kid wasn’t enough to keep him away from other women.” I sighed, the negativity of the conversation effecting me more than it should.

Changbin widened his eyes at my confession. It was Eliana who captured his attention with her phone, showing him a picture of my five year old daughter.

“This is her. She’s such an angel. Her horns hold up her halo, though.”

I smiled at my friend, gushing over my only child, with Changbin. To my surprise, Changbin cooed back. “She’s adorable! I can see she gets her looks from her mother.”

I choked on my water, taking a sip just as he made that comment. I waved off the concerned glares coming from the two seated with me, coughing and sputtering to catch my breath. I couldn’t believe he just blatantly complimented me using my daughter.

Before I could even recover, our food arrived, giving the perfect excuse to change the subject away from me. I thanked the waitress, giving her a teary smile and taking a deep breath from almost dying of asphyxiation.

“Wait,” I held up a hand before taking a bite. “You’re an idol.” I pointed to Changbin. “How in the hell did you two meet and become friends?”

Eliana giggled at my delayed reaction. “I can’t believe you just registered that.”

“Fan signing incident,” Changbin stated nonchalantly. He continued eating, the explanation left in the air between us three. I looked to Eliana for further information.

“Right,” she began. “It was after their fan signing. They were packing up and I kind of bumped into Han in the hall.”

“You plowed over him!” Changbin fell into a fit of laughter. “I witnessed every second of it. I couldn’t stop laughing!”

Eliana gave Changbin a playful glare. “It was an accident, I swear! But I ended up hitting my head against his, and Chan was so sweet. He told me to stay with them until they were finished to make sure I was okay.”

“It was fun watching you argue with Han about it. Forget crunches, just put those two in a room together and you will laugh so much you will grow abs.” Changbin took a deep breath, calming his laughing fit.

I shook my head at her and smiled. “How do you manage to get yourself into these situations, El?” She only held her hands up in surrender.

“It was truly hilarious,” Changbin giggled. “Han hated me so much for getting your number after that.”

“Yet, he’s the one that texts me daily. Not you.” Eliana sighed. “I think he’s obsessed with me.”

I couldn’t comprehend her words. Did she just say that she texted an idol daily? Was that even legal?

“I won’t deny that assumption. He constantly smiles at his phone when you two text. It’s almost sickening.” Changbin shook his head. “It’s not a bad thing, though.”

I couldn’t help but smile at how Eliana began stuttering over her words as she bickered with Changbin. He laughed at her, giving the butterflies more of a reason to flutter around. I decided it was finally time to let my best friend introduce me to their music. If it included the magnificent man sitting beside me, I wanted in on it. Rabbit hole, meet Piper.

Once we finished and paid for our food, I waved at them and began walking down the sidewalk to my car. I still had to make a short stop at the store before picking up Dahlia at my mom’s.

Before I drove off, I checked my phone. Thankfully, my mom didn’t expect this outing to be short. Especially since she gave me a small list of groceries to pick up at the store for her. I did, however, have a text from Eliana.

What did she mean? Why would I be thanking her? I shook my head slightly, shrugging off her texts and driving away to the store after saving his number to my phone.

…

I pulled up to my mom’s house an hour later, ready to go home and end my day, having quality time with my daughter. I grabbed the grocery bag that had my mom’s purchases and exited my car. As I walked to her door, my phone vibrated.

I smiled at Changbin’s theatrics before walking inside.

Once I entered, my daughter squealed and ran up to me, giving me a hug. “Mommy! I missed you!”

“I missed you, too! Where is mammaw?” I hugged her back, letting her direct me to the kitchen. There my mother stood, cooking my daughter instant Ramen on the stove.

“Mom, you’re going to ruin her dinner.” I whined.

“She insisted, Pippy. I can’t let my granddaughter starve.” She retorted playfully, using my childhood nickname.

I sighed, “That’s why you give her chocolate or other kinds of sweets like normal grandparents do.” I placed her bag on the island counter, leaning against it.

“I thought we established I’m not like other grandparents. I’m much cooler.” My mom gave Dahlia a wink, making her giggle. I smiled at their interaction before pulling my phone back out to reply to Changbin.

I blushed at his texts. Unsure how to reply to that one particularly, I turned my attention back to my mom. Regret set in as she was giving me a look that made me blush more.

“What?” I asked defensively.

“Nothing,” she waved the cooking spoon in the air before turning back to the stove to finish cooking. “Just curious why my daughter is blushing at her phone.”

“MOM!”

“What? It’s been seven months, Piper.” Now it was her turn to be defensive. “Just because you’re a mother doesn’t mean you can’t date.”

“I was with Eliana, not a guy.” I stated. It was half true. The plan was to have lunch with only Eliana, but she did bring her friend. Who happened to be a guy. You weren’t alone with him, though.

“I know that, dear. I’m just saying.” My mom plated the noodles and put them on the counter in front of Dahlia. She did a seated dance on the barstool, bringing the noodles closer to her and blowing on them.

“Okay, well, to appease your curiosity even a little, Eliana brought a friend with her today.” I looked away from my mom. “And I am texting him.”

My mom looked at me with bright eyes at that news.

“No, ma, don’t even get any ideas! He’s freshly single and way too out of my league.” I argued.

“Give yourself credit.”

I shook my head. “No, it’s true. He’s famous. He’s an idol.”

My mom gave me a confused look. “An idol?”

“Yeah. You know, like a K-pop idol.” I shrugged.

“So, he’s one of those pretty Korean boys?” She questioned.

“Oh my god, mom!” I was feeling so much regret telling her. “Pretty Korean boys? Really?”

She shrugged. “Well, some of them are pretty.”

I scoffed at her. This conversation was turning into an embarrassing moment for me. I couldn’t believe she called them ‘pretty Korean boys’ when she didn’t even listen to their music.

“I can appreciate attractive men, Piper.” She wasn’t wrong.

“Okay, okay. Just don’t call them pretty boys ever again. Please.” I ran my hand through my hair. “Anyways, he went through a similar situation as I did and met with Eliana during our friend date. He’s really nice and, not that it matters, so fucking hot.”

My mom smirked at me. More regret settled in my stomach. I just gave my own mother ammunition against me. Shit.

“Please, don’t.” I begged. “I’m not looking to date or hook up. He’s just a new friend.” I turned away. “Who called me pretty, but that is so irrelevant.”

“He called you pretty? Oooh, he’s laying it on thick, you better watch out.” Her sarcastic tone made me groan.

“You’re worse than El.” I mumbled. My phone vibrated, indicating a text.

I smiled at Changbin’s texts, earning a suspicious glance from my mom as she walked by me. I rolled my eyes before putting away my phone. I hurried Dahlia along and washed her dish before gathering her things to go home. Once out the door, Dahlia skipped to the car and got in. I helped her buckle up before entering the car and driving home.

Changbin’s POV

When I returned to the hotel, I was met by Hyunjin and Felix. Their looks of sympathy felt more like pity, but I knew better. They were my friends and band mates.

“Yah, Yongbok, Hyunjin-ah.” I greeted them.

“Hyung,” Felix gave me a smile. “Where were you? We looked for you earlier, but you had left.” His aussie accent mixed with his deep voice contrasted his young, boyish looks. He was a literal wonder of the world.

“I met up with Ellie and a friend of hers’ for lunch.” I shrugged. I pulled out my phone to find a text from the devil herself, giving me Piper’s number. She had also stated she gave Piper my number. Should I wait for her to text me then?

“A friend of hers’?” Hyunjin raised his eyebrows in question.

I looked at him, sobering my features. “I wanted to see Ellie, but she was already meeting with a friend. I crashed their lunch date. Nothing else.”

Felix gave me a sly smile before nudging Hyunjin. “Rebound.”

I cut a mean glare at him, earning a tight lipped frown from the younger boy. “She’s not a rebound.”

“Then, she is a potential lover,” Hyunjin snickered. “Is she pretty?”

I didn’t answer him, too lost in thought about her appearance. When I walked up to the table, I saw her long, brunette hair falling down her back. The natural highlights shone in the natural sunlight, giving off honey tinted color throughout it. Once I had sat down, I could have lost my breath from how beautiful she looked.

Her face was round and soft, freckles dusting over her cheeks and her cute, button nose. Her eyes were round and doe-like, framed with thick, dark lashes. The honey brown color reminded me of a cozy autumn day. Her lips were full, but not like Hyunjin’s. They had a more petite look to them with a defined cupid’s bow. When she smiled it was magical.

Though she was sitting most of the time, I noticed how her body curved; very feminine. Her hips were wider, the soft pudge around her mid section, making me want to squeeze and cuddle her body. When she did stand up, I noticed how she was only slightly shorter than me. Her body proportions were on par with a goddess, which made it hard for me not to stare.

“Hyung?” Hyunjin waved his hand in front of me. I looked at him, annoyed that he brought me out of my memory of her.

“Yeah, she’s pretty. She has a daughter, too.” I tried to ignore their looks of surprise.

“She’s a mom?” Felix asked. His eyes were wide and his mouth was slightly agape.

“Who is a mom?” Chan asked, announcing his presence.

“Changbin’s new girly friend,” Hyunjin teased, giving a sly smile to our leader.

“Yah! She’s just a friend, don’t make it sound wrong!” I groaned in protest to his teasing. I just got out of a relationship, and she had a kid. No matter what I thought, it just couldn’t happen.

“Oh! Are you talking about Ellie’s friend?” Chan asked, looking at me. I nodded, curiosity as to how he knew about her before me turning into annoyance. “Ellie told me about her. She seems nice. Very pretty, at least from what I could tell in the pictures she showed me.”

Felix and Hyunjin pouted. “Why don’t we get to know about her? I want to see how pretty she is!” Felix whined.

“Text Ellie about her?” Chan shrugged. “I don’t have any pictures of her. She showed me in person from her phone.”

It didn’t take long for them to pull out their phones and begin texting Ellie furiously. I did the same, but only after texting Piper herself. As hard as I tried, I knew hiding my smiles from reading her texts was useless. She was just something else, and I wanted to get to know more about her. Including her daughter. Was that bad?

“WOAH! SHE’S HOT, HYUNG!” Hyunjin shouted with enthusiasm. His wide eyes met mine as a smile split across his face. “How are you able to resist?”

In truth, I wasn’t resisting, but they didn’t need to know that. “A recent breakup due to a cheating partner would do it for you.” I stated soberly. It wasn’t a complete lie, but it didn’t stop me from noticing how attractive she is. It certainly didn’t stop me from flirting.

“Hey!” Seungmin shouted. “Chan-hyung wants to know what we want to plan for dinner.”

I shrugged, not really picky about it at this point. “You guys pick, I’ll just eat whatever.” With that, I left to go to my personal room and take a nap. Thank God Chan pulled some strings to change my room. I wouldn’t be able to sleep in the same bed I caught my cheating ex in with a stranger.

When I entered the room, I jumped onto the bed and took out my phone. I didn’t want to bother Piper with constant texting. Instead, I settled for admiring the picture Ellie sent me of her. She was in the middle of laughing, facing the camera. Her natural, wide smile was adorable, and her long hair flowed around her shoulders beautifully. Her arms hugged her middle as she leaned forward just slightly. The picture captured a side of her that was carefree and gorgeous to me, making me smile at the thought of seeing her again. Which I planned to do before we went back home.

**A/N: title credit goes to @bangtanmix73. Thanks for helping! Thank you to @stayandot8 for also agreeing to help! You guys rock! 🩷

@bangtanmix73 @multi-stan-jenny @hyunsungbased @stayandot8 @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna

[misty-doodles]

Bad things happen Prompt 3

@badthingshappenbingo

Prompt: Friendship Falling Out.

Read chapter Three under the cut or on Ao3.

Kousei apologized profusely when Arisu returned, a guilty look on his face as he cradled Arisu/s bruised wrist. “I did this for you. I didn't mean… I just wanted you to listen, baby, I'm so sorry,” he whispered, and how could Arisu ever be mad when he felt so guilty? Arisu, despite the pain, knew he could never stay mad at Kousei, and he hugged him tightly, a silent assurance that he'd forgiven him.

Usagi didn’t seem to share his kindness, but it had always been that way with her distrust, so he didn’t mind.  After all, Arisu had also been selfish and hurtful, and in the end, one night of uncomfortable conversations was the least he could do for his boyfriend. With a suit bought by Kousei, and his hair and make-up done with an uneasy Kuina, Arisu was more than prepared to shoulder the night.  

No matter how much he assured her that it wouldn’t happen again, that Kousei wouldn’t want to see him hurt, she never seemed to fully believe it. She fell silent when he pointed out Chishiya and her friendship. After that, Usagi chose to keep her comments to herself, but he knew now that she hated him.

When he announced that he was prepared to move in with him, it was a mix of emotions and responses. Although they tried to appear happy for him, they still held a certain air of uncertainty, as if to disapprove. Chishiya said something about it moving very quickly, even though they’d been dating for nearly 4 months; Kuina scoffed about him spending more time away from them, as if moving would change that; Ann remained more or less silent, but her eyes said everything they needed to; Usagi wished him the best, but her eyes stayed glued to his wrist.

Arisu knew from that alone that Usagi had broken her promise, and had gone and told their friends about their fight. His heart shook wildly in his chest at that, and he struggled to keep his calm for the remainder of the night. Of course, she meant well, Usagi was his friend and cared about him, but fuck. 

That was private. It wasn’t her place, especially when he told her to keep quiet. He never confronted her about it, that just wasn’t his style, but he made a promise to himself. Usagi wouldn’t be someone he’d be going to anymore, not if he couldn’t trust her. 

Besides, he was happy with Kousei, happy to move in with him and have a house away from his family. While his father had been awkwardly supportive, it seemed even Hajime felt things were going too fast. At the very least, it had little to do with his boyfriend, which was all Arisu could really ask her.

“I told you they weren’t trustworthy,” Kousei said when Arisu tentatively brought up Usagi. Arisu had expected him to be angry about their fight being exposed, but he only seemed disappointed. “It’s not your fault that she saw, or that she couldn’t keep her trap shut. From here on out, let's agree to keep our relationship issues between us, alright?

At the time, it served to both comfort and confuse him. While happy he wasn’t ruining his relationship, and to know that Kousei was forgiving, there was something else. Why did he assume there would be more problems to hide? Arisu lost a good hour of studying due to overthinking about that, but when Kousei returned home from work and pulled him for cuddles, he resigned to forget about it.

Until Kousei slapped him. He didn’t remember what argument had sparked it, but he did remember the sharp spike of pain radiating from his cheek. The force of it caused his head to snap to the side. All at once, he fell deadly silent, wide eyes shakily shifting from the wall to his boyfriend’s cold face. It was the same sort of calm rage he used in the courtroom.  

“If you won’t listen to me, I’ll have to take action,” he spat coldly, contrasting sharply with the gentle way he cupped his stinging face. Arisu couldn’t begin to form words, his head a storm of emotions and fear. Kousei promised not to hurt him again, but he also said it was for the best. “You know I do this because I love you, right?”

“Of course,” he stammered. Arisu was just being difficult, it was his fault for all the pain this caused. The pain in his face was simply a reminder of that, and an almost comforting one at that. No matter how difficult he was, Kousei wouldn’t give up on him. No, he’d be there to correct the bad behavior.  “I love you too, Kenji,”

Arisu kept it to himself this time. It was easier since the redness faded after about a day, and no one asked. It wouldn’t do him any good to create friction with his friends, especially when many of them already hated Kousei. It saddened him to know that they couldn’t get along, that he would never have those two parts of his life together. 

Then again, Niragi was sort of the same, in the sense that the girls hated him and Arisu hated to plan different times to meet all his friends. It made him wonder what the scarred man thought of everything, if he was ever told. They had a game night coming up, the one time Arisu could justify stuffing himself with unhealthy foods. He’d been doing very well in avoiding them, so surely he deserved a treat. 

___

By the time he returned to the house – their house! — it was already creeping up at 3 am. While he had plans to leave earlier, Niragi had convinced Chishiya into a game of Hollow Knight. Watching the blond-haired man grow increasingly frustrated with every platform he missed, and every death had been well worth it. Chishiya preferred puzzle games if he ever played them, and while strategy was his strong suit, platformers were, in fact, not. 

He hardly made it ⅓ into the game before he tossed the controller at Niragi and went to bed. Regardless of the late hour and his exhaustion, Arisu entered his home with a content grin and a warmth in his bones. God, he forgot how much fun he had when spending time with his friends.

Arisu also forgot that Kousei was expecting him home hours ago. The man stood unimpressed in their mostly dark living room. Just like that, any warmth he had was replaced by an icy cold dread. Fuck. 

"Where the fuck have you been, Ryouhei?" he growled, sending shivers down his spin. Kousei didn't often get mad at him, at least not for long, when he did, it never did end well for him. 

"I was at Chishiya and Niragi's house," he said softly.

"Yeah, until 3 in the morning?"

"I just lost track of time, I- I swear,"

"Doing what? You want me to believe you spend all this time playing a fucking video game?" Kousei hissed, stalking towards him. Although he tried to stand strong and maintain composure, in the face of his fury he couldn't help but tremble. 

He almost couldn't believe that Kousei would accuse him of such a thing, regardless of whom he spent his time with. He remembered all the jokes Niragi would make about him and Chishiya, so the idea was there, but Kousei wouldn't seriously think that of him. Right? Swallowing down his sickness, he managed to find his words.

"W-we did. I…. i love you, i would never," Kousei roughly grabbed his arm, tight enough to bruise. 

"Oh, but fuck me for being worried when you don't come home, only to find out you're fooling around with other men,"

"Kenji!"

"All i ever hear is about that damn Chishiya, the first one who tried to get between us, and you expect me not to think you're fucking him?" Tears started to form in Arisu’s eyes as he felt his throat tighten

"Please, be reasonable,"

"Excuse me?" his grip tightened, and the nails that dug into his flesh broke skin, with blood trickling from the cuts. Arisu failed to hold back a sob, writhing in a fruitless attempt to escape. It hurt so much, more than the bruised wrist or the occasional slap. 

"Kenji, please, I promise. We played video games, ate dinner, and got Chi to play a new game for a few hours, that's all that happened. I love you, i love you s-so much,"

"Of course I know that, and that's why I need to punish you," his words offer little comfort as he dragged Arisu with him. He wanted to plead for mercy, but he couldn't find the words. He had made a mistake, and he knew he had to face the consequences. He didn't know what he did wrong this time either, aside from spending much too long out and failing to communicate, but was it worth this reaction? He didn't know, and it scared him.

Kousei forcefully shoved him to his knees, and before he could process his surroundings, he felt fingers jammed into the very back of his throat. He gasped and gagged around the intrusion, tears sliding down his face. It didn't take long for it all to become too much, and everything he ate earlier that night came back up, with Kousei shoving his head above the toilet just in time.

"Those people really are an awful influence on you," This time, Kousei's voice was even and methodical, even as he repeated the action. No matter how much he struggled, Arisu simply wasn't strong enough, and he was running on 5 hours of sleep and coffee. "You were doing so well, yet look at you now, stuffing yourself with such foods. That's alright, though, I'm here to help you,"

Arisu vomited again, He coughed and spluttered, and he struggled to get air into his aching lungs. Everything hurt, and he was just confused and scared. By the 3rd time, all he had left was stomach acid and weak whimpers, almost completely limp in his hold. 

"I love you, Ryouhei," Kousei mumbled, finally releasing him. Arisu could do nothing more than cough and wheeze, half-lidded glassy eyes staring up at him. With his throat so thoroughly destroyed, he couldn't vocalize anything in response. That didn't seem to phase Kousei, though, who simply sat beside him and ran his fingers through his hair. "I don't like doing this, so let's not make me, alright?"

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Kuina still felt bad for yelling at Chishiya. Sure, when Usagi and her agreed to keep an eye out, the man assured them he was over it, but she still felt like she owed him more than that. He was her very best friend, and it wasn’t fair to him that he was basically accused of sabotaging a relationship he recognized as toxic. As the months went on, her guilt grew more and more, and when Usgai told them about Kousei hurting Arisu, it reached a boiling point. 

‘I got my proof, and for what?’ she thought bitterly, shaving her hands in her pockets to hide how they shook. Ann convinced her to just rip off the band-aid and apologize front and center. She agreed to it after working up the courage, and especially when he brought up that Arisu had been spending less and less time with them. 

She didn’t want to think about what Kousei was telling him to cause, it made her sick. If anyone was suffering, though, it was Chishiya, who called it from the start. 

“I’m sorry, Chishiya,” Kuina croaked, feeling sick to her absolute stomach. The guilt she felt was near suffocating. If she repeated the sentiment a million times over, it still wouldn’t be enough. She knew that, and so did Chishiya. His eyes were cold and calculating, piercing through her soul. That was when he looked at her at all. “God, I’m so sorry I didn't take you seriously at first. I know, I know that we eventually agreed to look out for him, but…” She felt like she might vomit again, like she had earlier that day.

"You were right, he was nothing but bad news. I… I didn't want to think that Arisu was in love with an asshole, so I looked past it. I tried to pretend like everything was okay, and in the process I ended up hurting everyone." She couldn’t stand to shoulder this feeling of responsibility that weighed down on her. She couldn’t stand the guilt, knowing how awful she treated her closest friend. 

“If I could take it back, I would. I wish I could do or say anything else but what I did. I– I can’t believe I said those things to you, I can’t- you trusted me enough to come to me, and I ruined everything. I’m so sorry,” Kuina sucked in a shaky breath, knees giving out and that sent her sinking to the floor. Her chest ached painfully with each tear-soaked breath she took. Chishiya remained silent throughout, staring down at her with disdain.

“I don’t actually think you’d do that. I know how much you care about him, about everyone, that you wouldn’t want Arisu to hurt,” this earned her an even colder glare, as he scowled threateningly at the statement. Shit, that certainly was the wrong thing to say. Good going, Kuina. “I just- I was so fucking dumb, and I can’t say anything to make it better. I'm just… I'm-”

“Sorry?” Chishiya finished, a detached indifference in his voice that he hadn’t used since the borderland. She flinched from his tone, as well as the first thing he’s said since she entered the room. “Yeah, I heard the first four times,” 

“Um,” she blinked up at him through her tear filled eyes, at a complete loss for words. Chishiya had no problem talking now, his face a painful mix of uninterested and disgust.

“Are you done? Because I’m starting to get tired of hearing you wallow on my bedroom floor.” it's the same sort of dismissal he would’ve used on Niragi at the beach, and it hurts to have it turned on her. What's worse is that she knew it was well deserved.

“But, i-”

“What? Oh, don’t tell me, did you expect me to forgive you?” he laughed, a cold and empty thing that  shuts her up. 

“No, of course not,” she wasn’t that stupid as to think Chishiya would be so forgiving, as the man had the ability to hold a grudge. Still, a small part of her had hoped for something besides this. This empty dismissal and disgust. 

“Good, because I have not to give, and you might never get it,” Kuina nodded weakly, tears slipping down her cheeks to the hardwood floor. It made sense, and it was entirely what was expected. Yet, it hurt. It hurt because she caused it. “And quit crying, it's pathetic,” 

Chishiya finally averted his eyes as an uncomfortable look briefly crossed his face. Right. He didn’t handle other people's emotions very well. Just another tick on the board of things Kuina fucked up between them. While the blond exited the room, she took a moment to collect herself. She couldn’t imagine what her face must look like, all blotchy and red. Just as she managed to get the tears in check, Chishiya returned, holding her car keys in hand. He didn’t have to say anything for her to know exactly what this meant, and it felt like a knife in her heart. 

“Oh,” 

“Yeah, oh,” Chishiya snarked, words biting and harsh. “If you’re really sorry, you’ll fix your mistake instead of just talking,”

Kuina was all out of words by this point, the full reality and responsibility of her actions falling onto her. Chishiya has always been someone important to her, but it seemed that friendship was at its end. It took everything in her not to burst into tears again, her keys digging into the soft flesh of his palm with how tightly she gripped it. 

Under the heavy gaze of her (former?) friend, Kuina dragged herself to her feet. Her unsteady feet led her out of his home, and something in her shook when she realized that she wouldn’t be coming back for a long time. Even after reaching her car, the pain in her chest remained near debilitating. 

Still, she swallowed her despair just long enough to arrive at her empty home. Ann was at work, which left Kuina completely alone to collapse into their bed, tears in her eyes. Somehow, the cold, suffocating isolation made everything worse.

It was her fault anyway, so why did it hurt so much? Why was she struggling not to cry when it was entirely deserved? In the end, it was Kuina who chose to lash out at Chishiya first, hurting him and ignoring his warnings. It was Kuina’s fault that no one knew to watch Kousei, that Arisu assumed everything was fine and normal. If she had just listened, Arisu wouldn’t have been in his current hell. 

All of it was Kuina’s fault, so why? Why was she crying?

Why did she want his forgiveness so badly?