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feelbokkie · 1 year

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When he accidentially leaks your secret relationship

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Part 1

**Suggested/Requested**

Hi don't mean to bother you. Your post about Stray Kids and hiding your relationship...I had this idea about that the same thing use as a subtle way to show your relationship is the thing that exposes it...

Just an idea :))

genre: fluff? Slight angst? Idek

pov: 2nd person

description: He was too cocky with his subtle ways, now the world knows about the two of you

pairing: bf!skz x reader

warnings: swearing??

word count: 2,837

방 찬 (Bang Chan)

Let’s be honest, this was bound to happen eventually

You didn't even know that the first few songs in the playlist spelled your name until your name was trending

"That is both the cutest and dumbest thing you've ever done." “Y/N…” “I know, I know! I’m just saying, if we have to announce our relationship to the world, at least we have a killer playlist to go along with it.” “The songs are mostly your suggestions.” “Exactly!”

You both are surprisingly calm about everything

You two were waiting for a call from the higher ups about your relationship but no big deal, it's not like the faith of your entire relationship depended on the call

You both hung around the JYP building all day, figuring it would be easier

When you two finally got the call, all you had to do was go upstairs

"I'm not break up with Y/N." "Nobody said anything about a break up." "I know, but I'm just letting everyone here know up front that breaking up is not an option."

It was a long meeting

The response to speculation of you two dating was relatively positive

So it was decided that your relationship would be announced, it was just a matter of how

You two were given the option of either announcing it yourselves or having an official statement written

You needed to give them an answer within two hours before things got crazy online

The two of you went down to his studio where you had a conversation about it

Neither of you wanted to come out with your relationship, but you ultimately decided that you would do it on your own

Chan announced it on an emergency Channie's room

You were there too, but you stayed off camera for now, not fully comfortable with being in the spotlight

But your hand and voice made an appearance at least

"All we ask is that you guys be respectful. And that you're also respecting of our privacy. Especially Y/N's."

이 민 호 (Lee Min-Ho)

Blame low battery Minho

The boys had a super busy schedule during a comeback

And he was very tired

During one interview, that was being live streamed, it kind of slipped out

“Lee Know, we’ve noticed that there is one dance move that you’ve added in almost all of your performances, is that your dance signature?”

All he had to do was say yes and be done with it.

“It’s something I do specifically for my partner so they know I’m thinking of them and that I love them.”

You were watching at home and choked on your snack

He didn’t even realize what he said at first

All the boys tried their best not to turn to him and stare

“Your partner?” “Yeah, my p—Ah!”

Baborachaville population: 3. Mayor: Lee Minho

That woke him up

Chan tried to change the subject while Jisung and Hyunjin tried not to laugh. Felix and Seungmin kept looking at the staff, who were all panicking. Changbin and Jeongin were looking at Minho worried

Keeping the interview on, you packed a few things so you can stay at Minho’s dorm for a bit. He’s going to beat himself up over this

He stayed quiet for the rest of the interview

Only reacted when one of the boys interacted with him

The interviewer gave up talking to him when they realized that he was only giving back short answers

Once the interview is over, he is pulled to the side by one of the managers telling him that he has to go back to the company at that very moment

Calls you immediately and tells you to meet him at the company

You two arrive around the same time

"Oh, we only needed Minho for this." "I can just sit outside--" "There are two people in this relationship. Whatever you want to say to me, you can say to the both of us."

서 창 빈 (Seo Chang-Bin)

This was bound to happen (pt 2)

Honestly should have happened so much sooner than it did

Seungmin, Jisung, Minho, and you had a betting pool going on for when it would happen

Not that you wanted it to happen, but the way Changbin is so reckless with his necklace, you might as well earn some money out of it

It happened at a fan signing event

Everything was going well

And like normal, the necklace was on full display

He was chatting happily with a fan until…

“Whose Y/N?”

Changbin.exe has stopped working

*Cue stammering Changbin*

His blood ran cold and he couldn’t think of an answer to cover up

Staff saw something was wrong and ushered the fan away

Unfortunately for the two of you, the Stay was recording the interaction

And uploaded it online

Changbin immediately asked to be excused so he could call you

“Binnie! I thought you had and an event right about now?” “Please don’t break up with me!” “What did you do now?”

You were upset, rightfully so

It was the last thing you wanted to happen

Even though you were mentally prepared for this because of your boyfriend's antics

And the relationship wasn't allowed

But the whole thing is hilarious

"Y/N! Stop laughing! This is serious!"

The whole time you're on the phone with him, you're sending a text to bet group chat asking for your money

"Seriously though, we are going to get a lot of shit for this so we're probably going to have to go to the company soon." "I'll take full responsibility." "You better! Literally everyone told you the necklace was a bad idea!" "There's no such thing as a bad idea when it comes to you."

황 현 진 (Hwang Hyun-Jin)

He lost the fucking ring again

At this point, just glue the damn thing to his finger

Unfortunately for him, this time it flew into a crowd of Stays

At some point during your relationship, he started wearing that ring exclusively on his ring finger

The problem is, it is just a bit bigger on that finger

Herein lies the problem

The ring flew off on stage, someone kicked it while dancing, and it landed in the pit

He didn't even notice until a few songs later when he went to touch the ring and saw it was gone

Slowly starts to panic but has to try to keep his cool because he is actively working

He failed

There are hundreds of videos of him constantly glancing at the floor while dancing and asking one of the other members if they had seen the ring

A Stay who had dropped their light stick happened to to find the ring on the floor

Thought another stay had lost their duplicate ring until they saw Hyunjin frantically looking for it on stage

Saw your name and the anniversary date engraved on the inside

Immediately snapped a photo of it, engraving and all, before trying to flag down a security guard

When that didn't work, they waited until one of the boys was near the stage

Seungmin came near the stage and saw the fan holding out the ring

The Stay's suspicions were confirmed when Minnie checked the inside of the ring before running off to Hyunjin and giving him the ring

The Stay also filmed everything and caught Sungmin and Hyunjin checking the inside of the ring

Nobody thought anything of it until the next day when the Stay uploaded the pictures and video

You found out about it before any of the boys

You and Hyunjin were trending on Twitter

"I was just about to call you, my angel. How was your night?" "We've got a problem." "What happened?"

You were stuttering and stammering and he couldn't make sense what was going on until Felix came into the hotel room to check on him

And showed him what was happening online

"Don't stress, I'll fix it." "Jinnie, you shouldn't stress either. It was a freak accident."

Man is stressed

Felix is literally cuddling him, trying to calm him down

But he is on the brink of tears

Slowly, more members make their way into the room to check on him

"What if they make us break up?" "I'll riot. We'll all riot!" (Changbin)

He had put you on speaker since he was freaking out and didn't know what else to do

Everything was fine in the end

한 지 성 (Han Ji-Sung)

Complete mistake

You two were out on a date

He asked you to take some photos of him because he needed to post on the Stray Kids instagram page

A chance to take a picture of your boyfriend and have an exclusive one all to yourself? Hell yeah!

You took a bunch of pictures

Some couple pictures as well

You sent them to him and he carefully selected which ones to put in the carousel

After he uploaded the photos, the two of you put your phones away for the remainder of the date

Ringers off and do not disturb on, only taking them out to take a few more pictures

At the end day, the two of you head back to the dorm to relax and watch tv

Only to be surprised by Chan, Minho, and Changbin sitting on the couch.

"Did you two throw your phones away or something?" "What?" "Everyone's been trying to reach you all day." "Who died?" "You might."

Changbin pulls up one of the pictures that Jisung uploaded

Only there is a hand squeezing Jisung's cheek

Your hand

To be more specific, your hand squishing Jisung's cheeks with your freshly painted nails on full display AND Jisung's left hand on your wrist with his freshly painted nail also on display

You quickly head to Twitter to see if anyone noticed

And boy did they

Chan, being the responsible one, took the picture out of the carousel as soon as he saw it but of course it was too late

"Oh, fuck me..." "You two don't have time for that right now." "Minho, please shut the fuck up."

Jisung was quiet the whole time

"Hey, Sungie, it's okay." "It's very much not okay." "Let's sit down, yeah?"

Cue full blown panic attack

The four of you spent 30 minutes calming him down

"It's all my f-fault." "Hey, hey, it's okay."(you) "Yeah, it could have been worse. You could have accidently uploaded a picture with Y/N's face in it." (Changbin) "Hey, Bin, why don't you go help Min make tea?" (Chan)

The two of you had to go to the company the next day to settle everything

이 용 복 (Lee Felix Yong-Bok)

The original bracelet broke from being tied and untied repeatedly

He managed to attach it to his phone case so he could still keep it near him

You made him a new once since he was sad about not being able to look down to his wrist and think of you

Was on live by himself one day

Just casually for fun

"'What happened to your bracelet with the pink heart bead?' Oh, it fell off since I take it off and put it back on a lot for work. It's on my phone now though. I was pretty upset so Y/N made another one for me."

He spoke so quickly that he didn't catch it at first

Realized what he said after a second

Silently cursing himself in his head for letting your name slip out like that

It was just so natural that he forgot where he was

Sat quietly praying that nobody realized what he said

They did

Your name flooded the comments

Whose Y/N? Y/N?? Are you dating Y/N? Who tf is Y/N??

"D-do you guys want to see the new bracelet?"

He didn't know how to move on and there were no comments or questions that weren't about you that he could pick on to change the subject

Didn't want to abruptly end the live because he felt like it would make it worse

He was filming at the company and Chan, who was working in the studio, happened to be watching so he came to save Felix

You were at work when all this happened

And your phone was in the break room so you were unreachable

By the time you were off work, Felix had spammed your phone with calls and texts

Even left you a few voicemails

The last text let you know that there would be a car sent to pick you up and bring you to the company

Luckily, you didn't drive to work

You read all the texts and listened to the voicemails before calling Felix

"Y/N, thank God! I'm so sorry, I royally fucked up." "Lix, it's fine. We'll take care of it." "They want to talk to see the both of us when you get here." "Who?" "The managers. The PR team. JYP himself probably. I don't know, everyone." "It'll be okay, Felix."

김 승 민 (Kim Seung-Min)

Technically, it wasn’t his fault

How could it be? He put the photocard inside his phone case to avoid all this

The boys were filming a SKZ code video and Jisung's mission was to steal four phone cases

Unfortunately, Seungmin was an easy target and his phone case was swiped without him even realizing

And, at some point, your photo card had fallen out of the phone case

Seungmin had gotten a text from you when he realized that your photo card, and his phone case of course, were missing

Immediately gave up on his mission and went to go look for it

Jisung, when showing that he had completed the mission, accidentally revealed your pc inside the case

And the editors failed to catch the quick glimpse of the photo card when they were working

Nobody who would watch the video later on would notice who the picture in the phone case

Instead, it should have sparked a bunch of dating rumors

No, what gave you away was when Seungmin could be heard in the background several different times saying "Where's my photo card of Y/N?"

Again, another mistake on the editor's part

Nobody knew anything about this until you sat down to watch the latest SKZ code while hanging out at the dorm

You were sitting on Seungmin's bed with your laptop while he was making lunch for the two of you

That's when you saw a glimpse of your photo and you name repeatedly whispered by Seungmin

"Minnie! Seungmin! We have a major problem!" "What?"

You played the video at all the appropriate timestamps and he saw/heard everything immediately

While he sat there processing, you scrolled down to the comments to see if anyone else caught it

A lot of people were either trying to guess which idol was in the case, questioning who you were, or talking about other parts of the video

Who TF is Y/N was trending on Twitter

"I totally get it if you want to break up with me." "I'm not breaking up with you, especially over something that wasn't your fault."

The two of you spent the rest of the day in bed, mentally preparing for everything and waiting for the company call you two in

양 정 인 (Yang Jeong-In)

Was on live with Seungmin and Felix

He wanted to show Stay a notification that came on his phone

Why? I don't know

But he got distracted by something Felix said and ended up holding down the screen

Seungmin notices first and pulled Innie’s phone out of his hand trying to pretend he needed to check something

But it was too late, Stay had already seen the your face appear on the screen and the small montage that followed

That included at least one picture of the two of you kissing

The three maknaes ended the live early since all the fans wanted to to was talk about the video on Innie’s phone

Didn’t know what to do at first and Seungmin and Felix were no help, so he called Chan

“Hyung, what do I do?” “First things first, you need to calm down. Second you need to called Y/N and let them know what happened before they’re blindsided.”

While your boyfriend was stressing, you were blissfully unaware, relaxing at home

“Innie!” “I am so sorry!” “What happened?”

This is probably the worst way you two could have been found out

You two were really careful

And Jeongin doesn’t like public displays of affection

Hell, you two barely even held hands or hugged in public

And now there is a picture of the two of you kissing out there in the world

You had to BEG him to take that photo in the first place, saying how only the two of you would be the only ones to see it

Was full on sobbing when you opened the door to your apartment

Neither of you had the courage to see what was being said online, but it couldn't be good

Instead, you two spend a quiet night in, trying not to think about anything

You'll deal with everything tomorrow

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Buy me a coffee?

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bogleech · 3 months

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MY DRAGON QUEST MONSTERS THREAD

Dragon Quest Monsters: The Dark Prince is the first DQM game I've ever gotten to play after admiring the series since childhood. The bad news is that it leaves out exactly the three DQ monsters I love most. The good news is that everything else about it is great. I've been taking regular screenshots as I play and I am going to start adding things about it to this post, so it is going to get long. First of all here are exactly my next three favorite monsters in the franchise, which they fortunately did include, and were all available to me by almost the first area:

"Mad Mollusk" or in other dq games "taileater" is great because it has a sad flabby slug face at one end and a fanged leech mouth at the other end. When it uses magic, it reveals giant eyeballs in its antennae somehow?! Love how big the "carnivorous" mouth gets in the attack animation. What a stretchy guy!

"Lunatick" is just called "meda" (eye) in Japanese, I'm glad they decided it was like a parasite thing in the localization.

Finally there's DROHL, a classic DQ enemy that looks like...well I'm not gonna say what it really looks like but I think it's a cool little freak unrelated to that and I think it talks exactly like Droopy dog. Oddly it's known as a "Drohl DRONE," and I believe there are other "castes" in other DQ games, but only the "drones" are in this one sadly. I've yet to find this in the wild; I got it through the breeding system!

....Which is by far the most addicting thing about this game. The actual gameplay is good solid turn based RPG stuff, if a bit basic, but every monster can be bred with another monster to unlock a slew of other species. This is one of the first games in which they actually call it a "fusion" system now, I guess dropping the word "breed" from the English localization, but all other in-game dialog still calls these the 'parents' and 'offspring' and even makes jokes that they're getting married, so yeah, it's still breeding. What happens when you breed a slime with someone's dead grandpa??

.....There are multiple monsters you can get from that, but one of them, and the one that makes the most sense, is Slimeshroom! This is a new DQ slime that's some fungus! What's also fun is that every monster has up to three skills, and each skill actually unlocks a ton of spells, attacks, boosts and effects as you spend skill points on them. Then when you breed two monsters, you can give the baby any three skills from the parents. Any at all! I used this to make my Slimeshroom both a healer and a fire mage in the early game. This catches you up with the same progress I talked about when I first got the game almost two months ago so here's some things that have happened since:

I bred a flying cat and a vampire chinchilla to get a.....sexy bat??

I helped a fat rat - that's the name of his species - rescue his son

I bred a people ghost with a lamp ghost to get a bag of dirt!

I fought this bastard giraffe man who called an elderly wizard a "naughty boy" and put him in candy jail.

"Duffer" from the Giraffe quest is also best friends with Eileen the eye demon, and when you rescue him, they become your loyal subjects! BAD NEWS: this entire game is actually a prequel to Dragon Quest 4, and the player character of this game is the villain of Dragon Quest 4. Duffer and Eileen are also in Dragon Quest 4. They die :( .......Maybe this game gives you a chance to fix that future??? I don't know.

#dragon quest #dragon quest monsters

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lostinforestbound · 2 months

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hi there! domestic rolan anon again, but this time i'm gonna name myself LMAO i read a few things about tieflings purring and i was wondering if i could request rolan who purrs for tav/reader when they have special, private moments together? once again, if you don't like the request, you can skip it!!

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Hello again Domestic Rolan anon! (Or maybe yellow heart anon??) I will never skip over Tieflings purring, it's too cute to pass up!

Rolan and Purring

Rolan finds purring absolutely embarrassing. It's one part of Tiefling biology that he hates.

Not only is his particular purr pretty loud, purring is extremely vulnerable for him, so it takes him a long time to even feel comfortable enough to do it around his partner.

The only time he ever purred for someone is for Cal and/or Lia when they needed comfort; even then, they were a lot younger, so he hasn't done that in years.

What he won't ever tell anyone is that he purrs by himself as a form of self-soothing.

When you finally settle down with him and he's very secure in your relationship (which could take a long time), he doesn't even realize he started purring in your private moments.

When you first point it out, he immediately stops and is pretty embarrassed about it. Face fully flushed and everything! It's adorable.

When asked, he begrudgingly explains that yes, some Tieflings can purr, but don't expect him to do it all the time!

Fully relaxed in your shared bed while cuddling with you, he'll quietly purr up a storm, hoping for more of your touch. Sometimes he'll purr when you're kissing, pulling you closer to him.

Other times is simple tasks that's generally loving; brushing his hair, massaging his shoulders, hugging him close and tight, and even tender neck kisses on his adam's apple gets him to purr at least lightly.

Or imagine a date night, splitting a bottle of Arabellan Dry and you take one of his hands in yours. Not only can you hear a quiet purr, but the tip of his tail is flicking happily as he laces his fingers through yours.

Writing Blurb

After a very long day, you and Rolan decide that the best way to spend the evening is to relax. You both were originally planning for a night out in the lower city, but watching each others tired looks, you decided that it was better to stay in for the night. Maybe to split a whole bottle of Arabellan Dry while you two were at it.

Getting into nightwear, the both of you share some dinner and wine, complaining about the day. How many idiots must pass through the doors of Sorcerous Sundries ranting about a spell failure before they realize that it was their own fault? They're the ones who couldn't get through the simple verbal component. You have to remind him that not everyone is as talented at magic as he is, but they shouldn't haven been yelling at Lia either way (she was working behind the counter for the day).

Now, the two of you lay together in bed, and you gently massage his back as you speak. "Maybe we should've let Lia just attack the guy."

"I do not want blood on my floors!" He exasperates, head comfortably settled on your chest. "It would be terrible for business, the Sundries isn't the Blushing Mermaid."

You laugh, fingers trailing to the back of his neck to press against his nape. "Well, it would at least make the day more interesting."

He grumbles incoherently but says nothing else about it.

Your fingers eventually trail to the back of his head, threading them into his hair. When he relaxes even more to the touch, you decide to scratch and massage his scalp. It's always a favorite of his.

What you didn't expect is for him to start purring.

It's not loud, but you can certainly feel it through your chest as his eyes flutter closed, tail winding around your ankle loosely. You knew that a tiefling's tail can act similar to a cat, but purring? That's new and adorable.

Running your fingers through his hair, you gently untangle any knots that found their way into the strands. You don't say a word, wanting to enjoy this quiet moment with the stressed wizard.

It's hard to get him to relax at all through the day, so this is a small victory you will savor.

As he dozes off, you whisper sweet nothings into his ear, hoping for a calm night and wishing for him to have a calmer day tomorrow.

#rolan #bg3 rolan #rolan x tav #forest-writes #holy rolan empire #rolan x reader

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flamingpudding · 9 days

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I had a crack idea that I was thinking of so you know in Dan is Klarion au I was imagining a au based off of that one where all of Danny's children are Klarion is like the robin thing for Batman it started off with Danielle when nabu insulted Danny as the Ghost King and Balance

Ever since Ellie decided that she needed to get back in blood so she made the chaotic antihero Klarion and and her suppose it familiar 'cat' Teekl the way to help out her mother and mess with Dr Fate/Nabu Teekl is actually a bear with an illusion on that makes him look like a cat in the human's eyes

Whatever since the anti-hero Klarion in The Phantom family has been passed down each of them giving their own flair to the persona of Klarion with a different animal every time that they had pretending to be a cat

Tell her to finally passed on to Dan it is an honorary sibling thing each of them has their own antihero name once they passed down the title of Klarion

Diana's query and takes after his father's style of dressing and his tickle is a phoenix

First of Thanks for the Ask! Inspirational as always! Helps with my writers block [insert awkward laugh]

Either way because this is split in two asks... you get two version! One focused on how it started and the other on the reveal! Though the might be some little Shorts... Also there is something really funny to me about a giant bear letting Illusionen into a cat... So Enjoy!

(BTW still thinking over the other ask... and working on it don't worry!)

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Ellie huffed as Danny reprimanded her for her actions. She just huffed crossing her arms. She was just helping Danny. Her mom got a lot on his shoulders and she as the sort of oldest saw that the best. Sure technically Dan was older then her but, he shrunk down to kid level again and now she was the oldest.

Well if she ignored her other brothers but they were only saved recently and still in treatment with Frostbite. So she was the oldest. End of story.

"Ellie you can't just go off like that you know that messing with an Ancient is not-"

"Mom, That Nabu-Guy was being a pain in the a- " - "Ellie!" - "A PAIN, babbling on to much about Order here Order there. How keeping Balance means keeping Order and bla bla bla!" She cut in stopping her mom before he could go on another rant about the Ancients, she needed to treat with respect.

"He doesn't respect you, the Ancient of Balance! You are the literal Symbol of Balance between Life and Death! Aside from being the Ghost King. So of course I had to mess with the one HE mentors!" Ellie added huffing as she crossed her arms.

Danny pinched the bridge of his nose. "Ellie, you created an entire alternate persona!"

"Yea so?"

"You used an illusion spell on Fluffels!"

"And? Any good Anit-Hero needs a Mascot." Ellie shrugged once more looking up at her mom before looking over to Fluffels, her pet ghost grizzly that was pretty much double maybe even tripple her size and the fluffiest ghost grizzly you could find in the entire Ghost Zone, and the cutest.

Danny on the other hand groaned, wondering if he had done anything wrong while raising Danielle. Sure he had been a teen himself but good damit why the hell did Ellie decided messing with the Ancient of Order or rather his mentee was a good idea. "I am calling Jazz! You can explain to her what you were thinking!"

He was definitely to overworked and stressed to deal with Ellies mischievousness right now. Well she did call her alternate persona Klarion, Lord of Chaos. Nope! He was not dealing with this right now, so Danny did the sanest thing he could think of. Turning on his heel and walking away. Where to? Who cares maybe he would check in with his old man Clockwork and see what Ellie had actually been up to, instead of just reading through Nabu's complains.

Ellie on the other hand blinked watching her mom leave before calling after him. "Does that mean I have to stop, being Klarion?"

"Mom?!"

"MOM!"

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"Well hello my lovely Amadillos! Long time not seen!"

Ellie shouted cheerfully as she twirled into appearing hair styled into a horn like form, black suit and she might have over done it a little with the black eyeliner but hey it was an iconic look wasn't it. She smirked as Fluffles growled which translated into a meow for the mortals before her thank to the illusion spell.

The mortal teen looked up at her surprised as she floated down her hand glowing with red ectoplasm (a color change from her usual green ectoplasm that had taken a while to learn from Pandora). Young Justice was currently transporting something of interest to her. Well of Interest for the Justice League, really but Doctor Fate was involved which meant Nabu was involved, which naturally meant she would get involved. It didn't hurt that she would also get to try to try some new tricks.

"You got something interesting there... and I want that." She grinned. Ellie didn't give them long before she acted using the new tricks she had learned.

"Woah! Hey there, watch the pointy and sharp thowies!" She laughed making a quick shield as she blocked some batarangs and arrows before blinking.

"Hey they look different. Robin, did you change equipment? Did you get a new haircut too?" She asked curious but didn't really receive an answer as they ignored her questions and shouted something about distracting her while the others continue the transportation. Still she bend down to pick one of them up twirling it between her fingers. "What gives didn't they have a different design before?"

In hindsight it was probably not a good idea to just abandon her original goal but Robin was making her curious. And she could always find a different way to mess with Nabu. Her mom had given her an indirect okay years ago anyway.

"Teekl!" She called out and only her eyes could see how Fluffles jumped at the call growling in response as he swatted away some of the more annoying Young Justice kids. To the mortals it probably looked like Teekl was using ectoplasm, or well magic, in their eyes.

She used that change to go up into Robins face smirking widely as she looked at the other more closely, trying to get a read on him. "You are different! You aren't the same Robin I meet before!"

She ducked in time avoid Superboy as she hopped back excited with a new idea for her family.

But first she would have to deal with the little chaos and mischief she was creating.

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".....and that is how I learned that the Robin title is getting passed down. So I was thinking of doing the same!" Ellie broadly stated looking at all her younger siblings before her. "We all get pretty annoyed with the way Nabu treats Mom so there always has to be a Lord of Chaos to 'balance' Nabu out!"

She grinned at her siblings expecting the same kind of excitement she had and they didn't disappoint. Danny had been there for all of them, even going so far as in to find a way with Clockwork to save some of their lives. So of course they all would jump at the change to mess with the one Ancient that was badmouthing their Mother just because Balance didn't entitle Order the way they wanted.

After all Chaos was needed to Balance Order out.

This was going to be fun...

[Follow up part Linked here]

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mishellii · 5 days

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naruto, sasuke, shikamaru, kiba, shino, neji, iruka & kakashi

a/n: sooo,, i SHOUld be working on my uni essays and on the bf!neji texts BUT this had been sitting in my notes app for a while so i decided to post it ;D (the neji texts will come soon i promise). some are longer, some are shorter for which i apologise,,,,,, please ignore typos, i can't spell & enjoy MWUAH

likes & reblogs appreciated <3

warnings: some NSFW parts! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! :) also not proofread as usual

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♢ɴᴀʀᴜᴛᴏ ᴜᴢᴜᴍᴀᴋɪ♢

✿oh my baby boy

❀first off: angel. 100%.

✿because u are his angel u feel me

❀he can't go a day without telling u

✿then also just the basic baby

❀but mostly when he wants something from u or he's apologising for dumb stuff he's done

✿puppy eyes and all

❀and also during sexy time

✿it's his most used name for u there

✿fight me on this

❀big on his own self made nicknames for u

✿for instance: u fell down the stairs once?

❀"hey, stairs, how you doin'"

✿and just silly ones like: boo, pookie, apple of my eye

❀he's weird like that c'mon we been knew

♢ꜱᴀꜱᴜᴋᴇ ᴜᴄʜɪʜᴀ♢

✿now this guy is a wild card

❀he'd prefer ur name through & through

✿but he'd slip in a casual babe sometimes which makes ur knees weak obviously

❀because he barely ever calls u that

✿if ur married he'd only call you his wife

❀doesn't even let you answer questions on your own sometimes just so he can hit them with

❀"well, MY WIFE, thinks you suck ass, so.."

✿during sex he can be quiet mean

❀I DONT THINK in the derogatory way but more in a teasing way

✿"c'mon, sweetheart, look at me."

❀when ur just about to black out??

✿but like i said

❀not big on pet names but he'll use them more often if he knows u enjoy it <3

♢ꜱʜɪᴋᴀᴍᴀʀᴜ ɴᴀʀᴀ♢

✿pretty

❀just pretty bro.

✿not ALL THE TIME, especially not in public as i don't think he's big on PDA

❀but in the comfort of ur own 4 walls? definitely

✿now don't HATE ME for this but,,,

❀woman. and brat.

✿but only in petty situations, like when ur scolding his lazy ass and he hits u with a "go easy on me, woman, i just woke up."

❀or u've been going on his nerves while he's working

✿,,i'm busy, brat.''

❀in bed tho???

✿love or doll

❀i'm almost CERTAIN.

✿like,, can u imagine?? in his dumb fucking charming voice ???

❀PFFF i'm on my knees

♢ᴋɪʙᴀ ɪɴᴜᴢᴜᴋᴀ♢

✿now this fucker

❀teasing names through & through

✿ur shorter than him?

❀"hey, shortie, need help?"

✿ur taller than him?

❀"hey, giant, how's the weather up there?"

✿he's a DICK ok (affectionately ofc)

❀but he can be sweet too i promise

✿he's having fun with calling u bunny during sex or simply baby

❀also ???? "okay, boss." when he's been annoying u all day and u finally snap at him?

✿he's a menace with nicknames i'm telling u

♢ꜱʜɪɴᴏ ᴀʙᴜʀᴀᴍᴇ♢

✿you probably guessed it and bully me if you'd like but,,,

❀bug or lovebug

✿come oooon he loves his bugs AND he loves you?? it fits PERFECTLY

❀not one to do it infront of other people either but in your private space he just wouldn't stop calling you one of these

✿i also see him using the regular honey but the abbreviation so hun because it's short and sweet and he doesn't like those long ass names

❀apologies if ur name is long LMAO mine is too tho

✿takes the hun into the bedroom but prefers a gentle love while having sex

❀shino's not a sweet talker in my mind, but the pet names make up for it FOSHOU

✿ALSO big brain idea i just had:

❀i think shino can't fully express his emotions verbally so before going on missions he definitely writes u letters and that's where he's blooming

✿''u keep me going everyday, sunshine.''

❀and it doesn't even matter if you have a bubbly personality or not

✿UGH lovesick fr

♢ɴᴇᴊɪ ʜʏᴜɢᴀ♢

❀this pretty princess doesn't even know ur name when ur alone with him

✿ESPECIALLY when ur texting

❀sweetheart, love & darling

✿he'd make u fall in love over again whenever he calls u one of those i'm just saying

❀because he's always so sincere when he's talking to u it drives me crazy just thinking about it

✿during sexy time too, he would NEVER

❀& i will die on this hill

✿NEVER use any degrading names for u

❀ur his baby don't make him do that

✿even when ur fighting, he'd always address u in such a kind way i'm actually going insane

❀"have you had dinner yet, dear?"

✿ sedate me pls

♢ɪʀᴜᴋᴀ ᴜᴍɪɴᴏ♢

✿AAA this guy

❀soo,, like father like son,,, angel

✿u can't change my mind

❀being the kind hearted person he is, it just fits u can't tell me off

✿but i will also say he'd use some funny ones in private because we all know he's just a silly lil guy deep inside

❀i'm thinking toots & peach

✿especially when greeting u !! like ''ey, toots, how's it going?''

❀during sex he will be quiet awkward at the start of ur relationship, settling in angel as he's most familiar with it at first

✿but after some time he'd pull a babydoll or gorgeous on u

❀i mean,,, i'd cry but idk about y'all

✿oVERALL he loves using pet names and wouldn't be opossed to u calling him some sweet ones as well <3

❀call him handsome and he'll go through the roof

♢ᴋᴀᴋᴀꜱʜɪ ʜᴀᴛᴀᴋᴇ♢

✿AHEM

❀so this man,,

✿at the start of ur relationship he's such a shy lil bean so he'll only use your first name

❀but once he's been with you long enough he gets so so comfortable

✿starts of with the regular baby because u are his baby aight.

❀his most frequently used one too i'd say

✿but then he'd go like

❀"hey, beautiful." "y'alright, sweetheart?"

✿and idk about u but i'd faint

❀HE KNOWS ABOUT HIS AFFECT ON U TOO

✿uses it against u during sex SO OFTEN

❀grunting a "there y'go, darling." into your ear with a sly smirk on his lips

✿i'm (s)creaming

❀but he's a very private person so don't expect too much of that in public !!

✿a side from a "yes, ma'am" when u tell him not to die on a mission <3

a/n: i hope this doesn't SUCK ahemm,,, and i'll see you beans next time bye bye x

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blueparadis · 7 months

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╰┈➤ BEWITCHED ✦ REO MIKAGE & NAGI SEISHIRO.

⟣ ──┈ · · · + synopsis ➢ Reo likes to watch your every-minute reactions during intimate moments and Nagi is sexually inexperienced. So, Reo decides to kill two birds with one stone.

⟣ ──┈ · · · + cw ➣fem!reader, established relationship between reo and reader,slight manipulation, rich boy!reo but bigger dick!nagi agenda, explicit smut, use of blindfold, unprotected, exhibitionism, f!oral, f!receiving, dry humping, dub-con, nagi has oral fixation, implied piv sex, sexually inexperienced nagi; 2,1k word count. | blog navigation + koct’23 masterlist. |

Reo dives by his back into his bed, phone tossing away from his hand; with his eyes closed he smiled for the fifth time this morning since his mind keeps playing that one particular image of you in a loop: him exploring every nook and corner of your body with his lips eliciting moans like melody while tossing and rolling along the bed with you. Both of your giggles filled the room in between those fast stinging kisses turning them into slow, sloppy, and wet kisses until both of you were out of your clothes until you could not take it anymore until you just ask him to fuck you in a low desperate whisper. And he does fuck you like you could see starts with your eye closed but every time either he has your hands gripping the pillow while he pounds into your pussy or has you all on fours. But last weekend he witnessed something more celestial along with hearing how you sound when you cum. He has heard you cum so many times yet he thinks he would not get tired of it ever: on the phone, in the bathroom, while being inside you and so many that he can not keep count.

But seeing you bouncing on his cock, your back grazing his chest every time you do while one of his hands is holding you by the waist and the other nudging your clit— and he can see all of these through the mirror; him too. The way you bite your lips when he pinches your nipples, suckles on them, the way your face contorts when you moan his name when you are about to cum— he has seen all of it and now it would not leave his mind. It is like you cast a love spell on him. He can only think about you. Reo’s phone rings, disrupting his thoughts. Before grabbing his phone he tries to unwrap his towel from his waist only to find his member wide awake leaking at the tip. “Ahh, fuck this. I just took a shower.” he remarks with vexation walking back into the bathroom.

Nagi is already calling. He will be at his home in ten minutes or so. Reo does not have much time to relieve himself from the pain, taking a nice and slow process would be lethal instead his fingers clamp around his cock firmly moving up and down thinking about your reflection in the mirror, thinking how you smiled at him through the mirror, thinking how he could see you guide his hands on your body. He bites his bottom lip as he picks up the pace thinking how you would look at him, desperately moaning his name, tears pooling at the corner of your eyes as you beg of him to let him fuck you, anyone— anyone at all. . .Reo rasps before his cum coats the wall of the bathroom. He soaks himself under the cold shower accepting what just flashed at the back of his mind. You lay across his bed while someone is going down on you as he watched from afar; maybe he would sit by the couch and watch you get fucked by another guy yet you would moan only his name. The doorbell rings this time and Reo hurriedly grabs his bathrobe before opening the door.

“where were you? been calling you like from an hour ago. . .” Nagi starts complaining the moment he sees Reo open the door wearing nothing but a bathrobe. Reo’s parents are out of town. It may be once a month but just for a few days Reo has the house all to himself and this time he decided to call Nagi too. You coming over whenever his parents are out of town has become a part of his routine but the presence of his best friend has already warmed his mind, heart, and body. The cogs in his brain are turning in the wrong direction again but he does not care. He only cares how you would react and how Nagi would react if he were to give a voice to his thoughts.

“Nagi, you are still a virgin,” Reo says as he sits beside him on the couch turning off the television. Nagi does not look at his friend for a second, not while the T.V. is on. “Right?” Reo drawls as Nagi grabs a packet of chips.

As he opens the packet, Nagi says, “Well yeah but I know how to . . .”

“How to what?”

“Stop bothering me. Why are you asking this all of a sudden?” Nagi finally looks at his friend, finishing his thought of line. “Are you offering?”

Reo could not help but smile. His laughter ceases after a few seconds watching Nagi’s eyes glimmer like a star. “Well, I might have an idea.”

“Hmm,” Nagi registered. After being with Reo for such a long time, Nagi has gotten used to him: what does he think? How does he talk when he is angry? How does he talk when he is happy? How does he talk when something has been bothering him? He has decoded all of Reo’s smooth and agile encryption so that he does not need to hear what he is actually thinking.

The night feels dark and long. Everytime you drip by Reo’s house you take the bus and take the stop prior to his. It is a small walk of ten minutes from that stop. When you arrive at Reo’s house no one answered the door when you rang the bell which was quite unusual given the fact that Reo was excited to spend time with you elsewhere other than bed. So you let yourself himself by entering the passcode for it. It is cute, somewhat foolish to share the house passcode but Reo did it anyway, he trusts you, trusts the good in you blindly you think.

“Reo,” you call out his name keeping the ingredients of the food on the kitchen counter. You check the clock of the hall. It is already nine.“Babe, where are you? Don’t you think it’s a little late to play hide and seek?”

A firm hand locks both of your arms by hooking around them through the elbow point. Your breaths start to waver and your heart beats like the flap of a hummingbird as another hand blocks your vision. “Shhh!. It’s me, babe.” Reo exclaims in a low husky tone biting your ears. He releases you and as you regain your breaths, and calm down from the sudden adrenaline rush he puts a blindfold around your eyes whispering, “We’re gonna play a different kind of hide and seek.” He guides you to a room. It is chilled inside and there is a sweet scent in the room. Reo makes you sit by the edge of the bed. Even though you know the room belongs to him somehow it feels different, a little tingly on touch. “Are you comfortable?”

“Umm, yeah. I’m but—Reo’s lips dash onto yours before they can talk more. Slow, magnifying, and mind-numbing were his kisses, always. He unbuckles your belt, slowly removing it and then pulling your pants out. He searches for the hem of your underwear yet his fingertips are thrilled to dance on your naked skin. “Why are you not wearing any underwear?” He questions but it is more of a statement full of surprise. You could feel him laugh against your lips as he pushed you down on the bed.

“Well, I figured we’d spend more time here than in your kitchen.” you gasp loudly holding the bedsheet in your fists as you feel his mouth on your vagina. His tongue travels up and down, between the folds making you squirm more. “Reo, oh god.” you moan his name while the grab of fingers on your hips tighten and now instead of his tongue you feel his lips peppering kisses all over your entrance, sometimes biting your inner thigh. Today he is not only eager but also desperate.

“Reo, it feels good.” Your arms stretch reflexively under your top. “It feels so goood.”

“Does it now?” Reo’s voice fills the room like a growl of a panther as the lapping of the tongue on your pussy continues. You spring up on the bed and remove the blindfold only to find Reo sitting on the couch, spreading his legs apart with a visible tent along his crotch. As your eyes land down further you notice Nagi on his knees, in his boxers his nose and lips glistening against the dim purple lights. Reo gives you a little time to understand the situation you are in. The look on your face when you removed the blindfold to find him five feet away was priceless. He could not give up that one chance of such a look of devastation by divulging his plans. He has high hopes for you, really.

“What baby? are you not okay with this?” Reo asks as he sits beside you. You are still processing what just happened lying half-naked in his bed and what his best friend has to say about this. Your eyes land on Nagi who has now made himself comfortable by sitting in front of you, without his boxers. He looks much bigger like this, much bolder and stronger.

“you could have told me before doing all of these,” you murmur eyes landing on Nagi’s boner. Did he get hard just by going down on you? Your fingers skim across your locks.

Reo spoke, sternly. “Huh? Where’s the fun in that?” He takes your hand in his and kisses your knuckles. “i thought i could give you a little taste of it before going to the good part, y’know like a teaser.” You cock your head at his wording, chinning yourself an at angle to look at him. You place your hand over Nagi’s thighs making him wince and use it as leverage to get out of the bed. Nagi looks at Reo, mostly out of curiosity but his hands have started to travel where it is needed most.

“hey, hey. we can stop this anytime you want baby.” Reo starts as he walks up to you holding you by your waist and his other hand holding your hand. He is here, right beside you, and so is Nagi. “It’s okay. I’m here. I’m right here.”

Nagi who is sitting and trying to relieve himself from the pain starts rubbing his member sloppily. He wishes he could just hit the bathroom and masturbate properly. He did not anticipate that he would get hard just by sucking. Reo did not mention that part. You noticed that his cock is neatly wrapped in the foreskin. He looks at you for almost two of his long hefty breaths, his lips part for a second, and before a wave of shame could fill his bones you lean onto him to kiss him. His lips taste familiar. You adjust yourself on his lap as you continue to kiss him, lips & tongue exploring his mouth, teeth marking its territory. You glide against his body, guiding his arms around your waistline as your pussy lips rashly rubs on his foreskin.

“Oh Y/n it feels good. so good.” He chants like a prayer as you glide over his cock, skin rubbing against each other as Nagi suckles on your breasts over the cloth. You look at Reo who is now watching you more intently than before, his member hard peaking through his bathrobe.

Reo moves across the bed to stand on his knees behind you. You fail to keep up with his movements as Nagi’s sucks become harder and louder. “now, that’s more like it, baby.” Reo growls near your ear, his hands holding you by your upper arms. You think he would pull you away from his friend, you think kissing Nagi might have made him jealous. But Reo locks eyes with Nagi for one twinkling moment before he pulls you up as Nagi holds his cock aligning with your entrance and then he pushes you down along his cock. You feel so full. You think Nagi might be bigger than Reo. Reo’s hands are now under your top massaging your boobs while his cock-tip grazes your buttocks.

“Do you like it now baby?”

“oh yes, yes. yes, Reo. I like it.” you moan before Reo puts his hand over your eyes again as Nagi’s thrusts start to become more prominent. The night feels dark and long, again.

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toruro · 1 year

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hhu + them being jealous

hhu + you being jealous

tags/warnings: non-explicit sexual content (18+), light angst, jealousy

w/c: 2.7k

request: Hi! I really love your work and can’t wait to read more. I loved the hhu jealousy scenario and was wondering if you could please do a hhu scenario where they’re the ones who are jealous? No worries if not! Thank you so much!!

seungcheol

i just know seungcheol is possessive as fuck—he finds you so beautiful and sweet and so perfect in general that it's less of him not trusting you and a lot of him not trusting other men. when you're at a party, you'd told him you were going off to some other room to talk with your friends and he smiles sweetly at you, watching you walk away before turning back and joining the conversation with his own friends. it'll be a peaceful half an hour or so when he grows bored and wants to go grab a snack, deciding to find you so the both of you can eat together. when he walks into a room and finds you laughing along some people he hasn't met before, he gets curious. when cheol sees a guy look at you not too innocently as you laugh at a joke he made, he sees red.

cheol would march up to you, giving you no warning that he's even here before grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into his side, eyes set on jaeho the whole time. you stumble a little, falling into his arms and shooting one arm up to brace cheol's bicep and steady yourself. you're naturally a little surprised, but when you look up at him, you realize that you definitely know this look. cheol is jealous. now normally, this would be extremely endearing, and you're about to let him pull you away but suddenly jaeho is speaking. "easy there," jaehoe says, hardly audible but cheol hears it.

"the fuck did you just say?" he nearly spits out, stepping forward and nudging you behind him. the jaeho that was cocky, confident, and ever so ready to talk back now cowers slightly with cheol's approach, and a little bit of pride swells through your heart. honestly, you didn't catch on to jaeho's innuendos earlier, but you're glad that cheol did. when jaeho doesn't respond, your boyfriend scoffs, turning back around to roughly hold your hand and pull you out the room. his initial plans was for you two to get grab a snack from the kitchen, but now cheol is basically dragging you out the door and to his car while you try and get him to walk just a little slower. after he gruffly steps into the driver seat, letting you settle into the seat next to him, he huffs. it's silent for a few moments, and you internally wonder if you did something wrong as cheol begins to start the car and head in the direction of your apartment.

after what is an unbearable silence you'd be speaking. "cheolie," your voice is soft, and he can't help but give in to how his name flows off your tongue, "are you mad at me?" he'd look at you when there's a red light, and you're looking up at him with big, concerned eyes that has his heart fluttering and almost forgetting about why he's grumpy in the first place. "no, not at you," he'd sigh, pulling into the apartment building. you ponder for a moment, before replying, "at jaeho?" cheol would give you That Look when he finally parks, and you realize that maybe you should have kept your mouth shut. "don't say his name," he demands, stepping out of the car and helping you get out of your side. you press your lips tight together as cheol hastily leads you both up to your home.

once you're inside, cheol would be all over you. in a mess of of lips and tongue and hands, he'd have you propped up against the kitchen counter and proceed to fuck you standing up. it would be hot and it would be hard and it would be fast and you'd be so fucking dizzy afterwards. even in your fucked out state, cheol won't let you cum until you're basically screaming that it's him and only him who can make you cum. basically fucks you so hard that by the end of the night, you probably won't even remember how to spell 'jaeho' let alone remember his name or who he is.

wonwoo

wonwoo is always so composed it's hard to tell when he's actually mad or upset with something, although with years of being with him, you've started to pick up on the signs. you were surprised when wonwoo suggested this outing with a larger group of friends—he usually likes to stick with the small group of friends you have, but he said something about it being summer and wanted to go out and experiment and of course, there's no way for you to turn him down. you enjoy getting prettied up and all dressed up in a cute shirt and skirt that you've been itching to wear, and wonwoo would feel so happy just by seeing you get so excited and cute, although all those warm feelings drift away when one of your mutual friends introduces you to jaeho.

he's a friend of your friends and right off the bat, wonwoo senses something off about him. now, wonwoo isn't one to cause a scene unless it's absolutely necessary, and he doesn't want to take any action unless he really feels like theres a problem. he stays by your side the whole night, not letting you let go of his hand or leave his side, and you just take it as wonwoo being a little extra clingy for no apparent reason. wonwoo himself would be a little confused; jaeho hasn't necessarily said anything yet that's odd, but he just swears it's the way that man is looking at you, laughing hard at your not-super-funny jokes (he apologizes to you in his head for thinking that), and spending too much time in general trying to get close to you.

your personality is slightly too bubbly and excited tonight to catch onto it, but wonwoo definitely does, and he definitely doesn't like it. when he pulls you close to his side, being more affectionate than he usually is in public, you don't really place why it's happening. that is, until jaeho says something that has both you and wonwoo stilling. "you know you can let her go, right?" jaeho says, and there's a smirk on his face as if he's just made the funniest joke in the world. wonwoo chuckles, but not with jaeho—he's laughing at jaeho. standing up from his spot next to around the fire pit, he shifts his hand from your waist to your hand so that he can pull you up with him. he doesn't really say anything as it dawns on you why he's been like this all night, a look of guilt making its way onto your face, annoyed at yourself that you didn't notice sooner. as you follow him to walk away, wonwoo stops, turning to look around at jaeho who seems to be holding in another retort. wonwoo raises his brow, encouraging him to go on. "so what, you're just gonna drag her away now?"

"yeah i am," wonwoo says casually, and jaeho scoffs. "and she's going to listen to every word i say, right angel?" your boyfriend continues, gazing down at you so intensely you might just crumble on the spot. you nod your head along vigorously, knowing that it's the truth. that's all it takes for jaeho to go silent, letting wonwoo lead you to his car. he's silent as he begins the drive home, but after a few moments, he reaches his hand over and places it on your thigh. "i love you," he says, and you place your hand over his with a smile. "i love you," you repeat after him, taking the moment you're at a red light to capture his attention, "i'm sorry i didn't notice him being weird earlier, i thought he was just being nice."

wonwoo would turn to look at you and tell you that nothing is your fault, and once you both finally get home, he'd kiss you softly. tonight, wonwoo would be feeling more soft than anything. he's not mad at you—god no—but he's feeling a little...needy. but wonwoo is a dom through and through so he'd fuck you nice and slow tonight, taking time to unravel you and make you crack and break at his will, reminding both of you that he's the only one who can do this to you. he'd literally make love to you, and you'd both cum so intensely it reminds wonwoo that he might have you in the palm of his hand, but he's just as tightly wrapped around your finger as well.

mingyu

i think it's a tie between mingyu and cheol when it comes to getting jealous the most, but if one thing's for sure, mingyu is definitely more obvious about it. you're at a party tonight, and you stick by his side for a while before going off into some other part of the room to talk to your friends. mingyu is fine with it at first, until he sees a boy he doesn't know walk over to your group and join the conversation. that would literally be all it takes for mingyu's mood to drop, but he slightly a masochist and waits back to see just where this is going. sure enough, he can literally see jaeho smiling, smirking, and laughing in all the ways that mingyu knows is not sincere.

that's all it takes for him to leave his friends without a word (he can tell dokyeom and minghao he's sorry for ditching them later) and march up behind you. when you turn around you're met with the face of an extremely pouty mingyu. now, this isn't his first time getting jealous (or his second...or third...or fourth...or—okay, you get it), so by now you're used to the signs, and this is definitely one of them. you're slightly confused, since you aren't sure what's got him jealous, but once you trace his glare onto to jaeho, things start to piece together. you smirk a little at how he's letting a guy you can't give two shits about get to his head, letting mingyu wrap an arm around your waist so he can pull you close and somewhat possessively. you're about to speak to him when jaeho says something first, "oh who's this?" his voice is deceivingly playful, but mingyu catches the way jaeho's eyes glint with something more insincere.

you open your mouth to reply but you're cut off once again, this time by mingyu, who's interjecting, "her boyfriend. who are you?" his voice is laced with venom, and you aren't sure if you want to smile at how possessive he's being, or be slightly intimidated by what he might just do to jaeho. when jaeho doesn't respond within five seconds, mingyu speaks again, "oh i guess it's just no one important then." he shrugs nonchalantly and turns back to you. you can tell he's putting up a cold exterior, but the way his lip sticks out slightly is telling you that he's more sulky than anything. "let's go, yeah?" he says, and although it sounds firm, you know he's basically pleading with you right now.

lucky for mingyu, you aren't cruel and love him too much to put him through more, nodding your hand and slipping your hand into his as following behind him without as much as a goodbye to jaeho (much to your boyfriend's delight). you think he's about to take you out the door and to his car, so you're thoroughly surprised when he leads you to a bathroom instead. mingyu hardly gives you time to think before he's pressing you against the door, making out with you fervently in a desperate, hot mess.

and let me tell you, mingyu would fuck you so hard over the counter and facing the mirror, grunting about how pretty you look taking in all of him like a good girl. kisses you, sucks on your neck, plays with your clit, your tits—fucking ravishes you in general so he can punch moans out of you, definitely hoping that jaeho hears you screaming out mingyu's name like the angel you are.

vernon

it's difficult for me to imagine vernon being really jealous over anything. of course, he loves you so much and considers you nothing but his and only his, but he's also very level-headed and confident in himself as well as his relationship with you. that isn't to say that he doesn't catch himself getting a little annoyed when other men think that they might have a chance with his perfect girlfriend. tonight, you're out for dinner with a group of friends, a few of them bringing plus ones. now usually, vernon doesn't have a problem with you talking to other guys—for fuck's sake he has 12 boys as best friends and he'd be damned if he was too insecure to make you not talk to them.

but there's just something about jaeho. he can't quite place it until you excuse yourself to the bathroom and overhears the man saying something along the lines of, "she's so pretty, think i can bag her?" before his friend is muttering in hushed whispers, "that's her boyfriend you dumbass!" vernon watches jaeho's expression change from the corner of his vision, hoping that when you come back, the man will retreat his advances. spoiler aleart, he doesn't, and vernon swears that jaeho is borderline flirting with you in front of him as a way to prove a point.

now vernon doesn't like engaging in conflict of any kind, but his feelings and opinions also usually change when they have anything to do with you. suddenly, vernon is going from passive and trying to not let the irritation and jealousy get to him, to him gripping your thigh under the table and pulling you close to him. you glance at him and offer a smile, starting to pick up on what's going on. to be honest, you were slightly uncomfortable with jaeho's advances, but weren't sure if you should bring them up around everyone in this public setting. but now that your usually collected boyfriend is being quite apparent about his jealousy, you think it's time to leave. you and vernon share a look and nod, and he takes your hand and excuses the two of you. jaeho's eyes trail towards you, but vernon shoots him down with a glare that sends him sinking back into his seat with shame.

on the way to his car, vernon mumbles something along the lines of, "he was literally eye fucking you." you'd laugh, but notice how vernon looks a little...pouty. it'd have your heart melting and you would have to cling to his arm. "he was weird," you agree, "and i'm glad it's just you and me now." vernon's lips twitch up into a smile at your second comment, but he still seems sullen when you both pile into the car. "why do you have to be so perfect?" vernon groans as he starts the car, and this time you can't hold back your laugh. "i swear, guys need to stop thinking they have a chance with you." you shrug, "whatever they think doesn't matter anyways, since i only love you." vernon finally breaks out into a grin at the next red light, turning to you, "i love you."

when you get home, vernon basically throws you onto the couch and eats you out for what feels like ages in hopes of turning your brain to mush. he succeeds, of course, and after making you come down from what you think just might be your third orgasm from his tongue alone, he'd fuck you 'til you're a shaking, overstimulated mess. he's definitely trying to prove to both you and himself that he's the only person who can and will make you feel like this, and it's easy to say that the message was well received.

a/n: hope you enjoyed! sorry this took some time to get out, and if i'm being honest i'm not super happy with how these turned out so lmk how you liked it! please leave likes/comments/reblogs c:

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faetreides · 2 months

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going off your modern!coryo headcanons… i could imagine him getting really jealous when you are interacting with other men (even if it’s like a waiter or colleague) and he decides that he has to remind you who you belong to

No but fr he’s like this:

based on these hcs

send me coryo, luke, or anakin asks (this is a threat)

Coryo's all charming wide smiles because he's enjoying being able to spend time with his s/o until a male waiter comes to their table. He only takes you to the most upscale places in the city that, even if he has to fight you tooth and nail the whole way there. He will vomit in your new Marc Jacobs tote bag if you ask him to get you fettucine alfredo from Domino's one more time.

It's even worse if you're in a booth, because his hands will start to wander up your thigh until he's cupping your pussy through your panties under your skirt.

How fast his strokes are depends on how much he thinks the waiter's pushing it. He's had to call whatever restaurant you're going to ahead of time to ask that no male employees serve you. It slipped his mind this time, he won't make that mistake again. His internal evil monologue carries on as he spells out his name on your covered clit with his fingertips.

He’ll be across campus, and he swears that he can sense a guy trying to accompany you to class. His hairs on the back of his neck stand up and next thing you know, he’s standing like Slenderman behind you as he stares down the guy you’re with.

You have to awkwardly smile and tell the guy that you want your boyfriend to walk you to class instead to get Coryo to calm down. Even then, he's doing this corny gesture where he's slowly dragging his finger across his neck as the guy walks away.

His person suit is back in place by the time you turn around to level him with an unimpressed look.

"Sorry about that, baby. I guess some idiots just don't know when to back the fuck off." He croons, slinging an arm low across your waist and digging into your hip to self soothe.

He really wants to slap your ass as you walk through the door to your class when he notices that same guy looking over at you.

You manage to be quicker than his palm. Your butt under your pants is already a light pink from this morning.

Coryo always gets his coffee from his fleet of coffee machines that comprise his specially made coffee bar (that he made for you because the first time he ever saw you was when you were getting coffee at the campus coffee shop that you work at). However, he never fails to stop by your work on your break (he knows your schedule by heart, but he still wants you to text him as soon as you're available).

One of your male coworkers prepares his order while he talks with you. He doesn't think he's imagining the way your colleague's teeth are grinding together and how his eyes narrow every time his eyes flick towards your boyfriend.

Coryo has the steadiest hands in the world, they never do anything he doesn't want them to. That doesn't stop him from blaming the hot coffee soaking your coworker's uniform on him being shaky.

"Oops! My nerves are shit, I guess. Do you need a few bucks to for your shirt?"

He doesn't mean it.

None of that was as bad as three months ago. You and your boyfriend don't share many classes together but the ones you do are hard to focus in.

It happened in your Age of Augustus Latin class. You and Coryo usually sit together (for easy access) but you were unusually late coming back from the bathroom. Most of the seats were full and the only available ones were far apart from each other. Neither of you were pleased but you couldn't change it.

The boy next to you was a brunette that you guessed was on some kind of sports team due to his jersey that he hadn't changed out of. You didn't pay him any attention (you could feel the eyes burning holes into the side of your head) and leaned back as you listened to the lecture.

Halfway through the lecture, an arm was laid on the back on your chair with a yawn.

You could hear a pencil snapping in the near distance.

You shrugged the arm away and that only made the boy pop your personal space bubble to whisper in your ear, "Can I borrow a pencil?"

You shoved a spare one into his chest and turned your attention back to your professor.

The class went by with more ambiguous actions. You knew it was over when heavy footsteps were followed by a familiar hand wrapping around your forearm.

The drive to your apartment was a blur. Coryo's rings made impressions in your thigh as he ran several red lights. He told you that he didn't really care about that right now, his dad would take care of any ticket he'd get anyway.

Sooner rather than later you found yourself face down ass up in the king-sized bed you shared with your boyfriend.

Your boyfriend whose face was buried deep in your ass cheeks. He had them pulled apart so he could tongue your hole properly, pulling back to spit on it and smear his saliva around your rim. He wiggles the tip of his tongue around your walls before tongue fucking you like your asshole was the only hole he knew you had.

He gasped as he pulled away again to breathe, jiggling the massive globes of flesh in his big hands. He opened his mouth wide and let more spit drip from his tongue onto your winking hole.

"Damn, baby..." He breathed, jiggling your cheeks again and then doubling down on the marks he made earlier.

His palm felt warm as he reared it back and spanked your crack, "You think just any motherfucker would know what to do with this ass? You think they'd make out with your asshole like they'd try to do with your pussy?"

You couldn't speak through your moan as he thrusted one of his thumbs into your hole.

"You're so right, petal. No, they wouldn't." He said and took his thumb away from you, patting your butt when you whined at the loss, "So why don't you get up and come sit on my face?"

Your boyfriend was all laid out for you like a four coarse meal, shirt already discarded and his pants unbuttoned. He tapped his nose bridge and grinned with too many teeth, brushing aside the curls that fell over his eyes.

"Right here."

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elordilover · 3 months

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Could you write a soft book shop meet for reader x renee

omg yes i love this idea!!! thank you for the request! 🫶🏻

bookstore meeting

summary: you and reneé meet each other unexpectedly

warnings: nothing! not proof read, sorry if this sucks

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you felt the cold february air blow through your hair as you quickly walked down the street to one of your favorite spots, barnes & noble. you adjusted the strap on your tote bad and put your airpod in your ear, you decided to play some phoebe bridgers.

you opened the door and immediately felt at home, you felt comfortable. this was your favorite place to be on a cold winter day. you waltzed over the the romance section to find the book you were looking for: beach read by emily henry. all of the colors were merging together, it was hard to find it when every single book had a colorful spine.

when you finally found the shelf with her books you scanned over it until you found the book that you came here for. it was perfect. you searched around to find the one that was in the best condition.

“um, excuse me, sorry”, you heard a soft voice from behind you, you quickly turned around and moved out of the way while also taking out your airpod at the same time.

“oh, i’m sorry”, you replied feeling your heartbeat quicken seeing how beautiful this girl that was in front of you. something about her felt familiar but you couldn’t tell what.

“oh my god! is that beach read? i literally adore that book! it’s the cutest thing! you are going to love it!”, the blond said, catching you off guard.

“really? i’ve heard lots of good things about it!”, you replied, feeling nervous talking to a girl that could easily be a greek goddess. you noticed how she was looking for a book but couldn’t find the exact one.

“what book are you looking for?”, your mouth blurted out before your brain could comprehend what you were saying. you felt your cheeks turn red when she turned to look at you.

“it’s called the flat share, it’s by beth o’leary. i don’t know if you’ve heard of it but online it said it was right here so i’m not sure if why i can’t find it”, the ranted.

“huh”, you hummed out while scanning the shelves for her book this time. you spotted exactly what she was looking for.

“oh here! i found it”, you said to her while handing the book over to her. while you were doing that you noticed how perfectly her hands and nails looked, she had too have just gotten them done.

“thank you so much!! finally”, you could tell how excited she was.

“of course! i’m glad i could help”

“what what was your name?”, she asked you. you were not ready for this question and barely got it out of your mouth.

“Y- Y/N”, you nervously stated.

“Y/N”, she repeated to herself, “i’m reneé”

your cheeks started to heat up when she said your name. your name never sounded as beautiful as when she said it. it never sounded as important as when her lips shaped the sounds that created it.

when she said that her name was reneé you knew exactly who she was. reneé rapp. it didn’t hit you. you are standing right in front of reneé rapp.

after a few moments of awkward silence, she spoke again, “umm can i have your number?”, she hesitantly spoke, “you seem really nice and i’d love to get to know you”.

what. how is this real life. reneé rapp just asked for your number. you were internally freaking out.

“oh um yeah”, you replied while you told her what it was.

“okay perfect! thank you”, she said happily while she entered the numbers into her phone.

“wait this is how you spell it right”, she said while passing her phone over to you.

“yeah it’s perfect”, you replied after checking. a lot of people got your name wrong, and it bothered you a lot of the time, but if reneé got your name wrong, you would never want to be called something else ever again.

you guys walked up to the register and paid separately. then, you walked out of the store together, dreading having to leave her.

“bye reneé”, you said as you waved toward her.

“bye Y/N! i’ll text you!”, she yelled back you two walked tour separate ways.

once you got home you saw a text on your phone that read: “hey :)”, and you immediately got butterflies.

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livwritesstuff · 4 months

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‘tis my birthday today (it’s gotta be one of the worst birthdays to have, we don’t need to talk about it) anyways that’s where this is coming from

(also i’m not trying to imply that jan 1 is eddie’s bday. i wouldn’t wish that on anybody. besides, he is def a weirdo february aquarius)

The second half of the calendar year is nothing short of pandemonium for Eddie and Steve and their three daughters.

Moe’s birthday in late July kicks it off, almost immediately followed by Steve’s birthday in early August, then Hazel’s in September. Robbie’s birthday comes mere days after Halloween, and from there they dive headfirst into the bedlam of the holiday season.

Much to Eddie's relief, they all made it to yet another New Year's Day, and while the girls are definitely feeling the end-of-winter-break blues, Eddie welcomes the reprieve in festivities, brief as it may be.

His own birthday is up next – though not for another month.

He’s really not a birthday kind of guy. Never had been.

He loves making birthdays exciting for Steve and their daughters (they have a whole slew of traditions and everything – there’s names spelled out in pancakes involved; it's a very big deal), but his own…not so much.

It managed to fly under the radar for the past few years, but since this year is the big Five-Oh, he knows Steve won’t let him get away with that again.

Eddie has a complicated relationship with his birthday. When he was younger and the weight of Birthday Importance was at its peak, he never really celebrated the way other kids got to, and now, as an adult, he doesn’t know how to feel the things you’re supposed to feel about your birthday.

Steve does a good job, despite Eddie’s weirdness.

His favorite, Eddie thinks, was the year Moe was born, when Steve had managed to catch him off guard by renting a tiny cottage up in Maine for a few days.

“Moe or no Moe,” Steve had asked, “I’ve got Rob and Nance on standby.”

(They’d taken Moe. She saw snow for the first time. It was amazing, and people who don't want to involve their kids in stuff are a bunch of fucking weirdos).

Steve gives him a letter every year – handwritten on notebook paper and folded into whatever cheesy card he picks out.

Eddie keeps most of the letters in a fireproof lockbox along with all their passports and social security cards and birth certificates (look – Eddie doesn’t fuck around with priceless shit), but he keeps the most recent one – the one Steve gave him for his forty-ninth birthday nearly a year ago – in the top drawer of his bedside table.

He has it pretty much memorized at this point.

It says:

Ed! (with an exclamation point and everything – god, does Eddie love him)

49.

Holy shit we’re getting old.

Writing this is making me think about all the ones from the beginning, when I’d write about our future together even though we didn’t have a damn clue what we were working towards for a while.

I think we’re in it, man. Crazy, right?

(The ink color suddenly switches from blue to purple)

Sorry for the color change. Hazy decided she needed a blue pen immediately. Hope your vision hasn’t gone totally to shit and you can still read the purple.

Anyways, since I have you hostage reading this, I’m gonna take the opportunity to discuss you, because you don’t let me in real life most of the time.

You are gorgeous. Best looking face I’ve ever seen. I wonder how much time I’ve lost off my day just staring at you (actually, not a loss. I take that back)

You suck at puzzles – I know that sounds bad, but it’s great for me. I need that to rub off on Moe because she’s getting pretty good and that’s gonna be a problem for me.

You make me laugh so fucking hard every day. I’m praying the girls get your sense of “elevated” humor or whatever you like to call it

You’re so fucking smart, Eddie. I count myself lucky for it endlessly

You are completely 100% you all the time. I’m still working on that I think but I’m getting there because of you. I’m glad all that shit we went through didn’t take that away from you.

the BEST dad. Can’t believe I didn’t say that sooner. Not to brag but our kids are turning out pretty awesome (can’t go around saying that too much though it’ll go right to their heads and then any power we have left goes out the window)

You’re probably the best person I’ve ever known. Don’t think I’ll be forgetting what a catch you are any time soon, because I won't.

Thank you for loving me even all these years later. My life is better every day that I’m with you.

We’ll keep things quiet this year. Don’t get used to it though. Next year’s gonna be a rager.

Love you always!

- Steve :) ♡ ☆

#over-the-moon in love steve absolutely writes a mean love letter #to those who get steve's sign-off -> ilysm that's an old post #shoutout to the partners of birthday-haters #y’all are doing the most and it is appreciated #steddie #liv’s steddie dads verse #steddie dads #steve harrington #eddie munson

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laurbiek · 1 year

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HEY! If you're still taking requests, could you write something with tipsy Andrew and him being all amused and clingy and handsy with his lover? 🥺🥺

do you guys know the feeling when its 11:30 on a Sunday and you have class tomorrow morning but your suddenly inspired to start writing again after like 9 months so you have to start immediately even though you should maybe go to bed or study for any of the tests you have this week

anyway here's wonderwall

Now that it was socially acceptable to be out in public again, Andy frequented local bars and pubs with his friends. He would go out with Alex, meet his brother for drinks, sometimes even invite Aisling out into the country to hang out for the night. Sometimes you joined him, sometimes you didn't.

He liked it better when you joined them, getting to watch you relax and laugh at some dumb joke. Watching your blush get deeper and deeper, and peeling off a jacket or a sweater as the heat of the alcohol consumed you.

Occasionally you two would split something more illicit, something rolled or baked that Andrew's brother would obtain for him. Your whole party laughing together at the fire pit in your backyard, talking about ordering food but ever actually doing it.

Tonight was not one of those nights.

Work was getting busy, and you felt too tired for a night out, even if it was just a local pub in the small hamlet you two chose to live in. You knew you were just too wired up, too stressed to meet friends without passing the bad feelings on, without snapping at someone or getting sad-drunk and killing the vibe. So you opted to stay home, watching some bad TV with a large glass of wine, and throwing tennis balls around the house for Elwood to retrieve.

Externally, Andrew didn't mind. He knew everyone needed 'me time', he knew he would have fun anyway. He knew he didn't want to be the kind of couple that were inseparable, that cant exist without the other person, like two stars that orbit each other and ignore the rest.

But sometimes it feels impossible to talk about anything else, sometimes he felt the need to tattoo your name on his forehead just to be able to bring you up in conversation. Love is almost a form of obsession, and for Andrew it can be occasionally difficult to hide.

Especially after a pint or two, and some glasses of whisky if he's being honest.

Andrew reached into his pocket for his keys, feeling around for the sharp metal he hoped and prayed he remembered to bring that night. He heard a slightly more sober Alex lock his car behind him, deciding that he could spend the night in one of the guest rooms instead of slugging it back to Dublin at one in the morning. He finally shoves the key into the lock, tuning it in a way so domestic and familiar it makes his heart leap.

The two trudge into the warm house, and toe their shoes off in the hallway before stomping into the living room with heavy, reckless feet. You tilt your head back on the sectional armrest, seeing them coming closer upside down.

"Hey guys, have enough fun?" you just, Alex flopping down on the other side of the couch, and Andrew leaning down farther than usual to peck you on the lips.

"It was grand love, lots of mischief made", He walks around, sitting in between his fried and his lover, looking up to see some reality TV nonsense playing with the captions on. He turns his body towards yours, leaning his head on his arm and staring down at you like you hung the stars, "I missed you though"

"Andy you were ten minutes away, I don't know how you managed to miss me"

He grabs you by the waist and pulls you closer, almost in his lap. His large hands feel slightly cold as they hold your skin under the borrowed t-shirt you wore to relax in that night. He leans up to kiss your neck, and his facial hair, as always, tickles slightly.

"You must have some kind of spell on me, something sinister and ugly to keep me enamored" he says, voice muffled by your body.

You roll your eyes at Alex, who is barely paying attention to his very whipped friend, instead leaning towards the coffee table to pick at the snacks you brought out for yourself. You share a look of agreement, silently saying 'this guy is a fool'. You grab Andrew's face and pull it up to make eye contact with yourself,

"Yeah I couldn't possibly get this ring without outside help", you say. Andrew makes a light laugh at that, simply breathing out and smiling. You notice his eyes starting to flutter a bit more, obviously getting tired. You pull away from Andrew and get yourself up, "Ok Loverboy, its time for bed, Alex you know where everything is help yourself", he nods and gives a thumbs up as a response, wrist deep in a bag of Cheese and Onion Taytos.

You grab Andrew's hand and pull on it, urging him to get his ass to bed. He groans slightly as he rises, jokingly adding an "Ok mistress" as he grabs your hand back and follows you up the stairs.

Once you both reach your shared bedroom, Andrew sits on the bed and takes his socks off, forgetting what he wanted to do next. He watches as Elwood does his little circles in his dog bed, he thinks that humans should be able to do something similar. You pop out of the attached bathroom, having washed your face and tied your hair up. Andrew reaches his arms out like a child towards you, silently asking for some physical contact. You slip in between them, holding his head against your chest and placing a kiss on top of it. His hands wrap around you tightly. He wishes he could've stayed here all night. You pull away and he makes a complaining groan,

"Calm down we can cuddle all night, let me help you with your hair."

You kneel behind his seated form, becoming just tall enough to gather his hair into a uniform pony and secure it away so he doesn't mess it up during the night. He thoroughly enjoys the feeling of your fingers in his hair, he recalls the feeling of you pulling it tighter, in a different context of course. He smiles slightly at the memory. You kiss the top of his head again, letting him know you were done.

Against his desires, he plods into the bathroom to brush his teeth, accident leaving the balled up socks from earlier on the counter. He, as quickly as he can, puts on something more comfortable, with way fewer buttons, and dramatically flops into bed.

You lay facing each other, first just holding hands, but as the minutes progress he pulls you closer and closer until your legs are wrapped around his hips and his arms are keeping you there, your foreheads are touching. You couldn't possibly be closer if you tried.

"What if we were conjoined and had to be like this forever"

"Andrew I cannot do this right now go to sleep"

"No seriously what if?!"

After a few more tipsy comments from Andrew, and lightly chastising him for his wandering hands, you finally turn over. If he is known for anything other than music, it should be his ability to be the big spoon. He completely envelops you, and you've never felt safer.

His hands wander under your shirt, not in a sexual way, but in a familiar one. He just wants to feel close to you, feel skin on skin like a baby looking for comfort. You can feel his nose poking into the back of your neck, and you're glad his feet are so far away because you just know they're cold.

You relish in the feeling of his touch, how in his most vulnerable and uncaring moments the most he ever wants to do is feel your warmth, know that you're there.

The last thing he remembers is the smell of your shampoo before he falls into sleep.

#hozier x reader #hozier fanfic #hozier #hozier imagine #andrew hozier byrne #I have an organic chemistry test this week

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theywhowriteandknowthings · 2 months

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The Princess And the Duke | Chapter 10: Pandemonium

Summary: Things go from bad, to worse, to utter pandemonium Word Count: 7k Warnings: strained family relationships, abusive parent, threats of physical harm, abuse, mild violence, language, strained friendships, violence, gun violence, stalking, pining, angst. Author's Notes: We're almost at the end! There will be an epilogue (or 6?) after the final chapter is done, but the journey is reaching it's end friends. Two more chapters to go, will The Princess and The Duke get their happily ever after? Co-written by the marvellous @angelofsmalldeath-codeine Follow @vi-notifs and consider buying me a coffee if you enjoy my work! AO3

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The smell of coffee lures you awake. You open your eyes to find the light from your windows muted by a sheet over your face. You frown, still weary with sleep as you try and gain your bearings.

The sound of your cupboards opening and closing beyond your bedroom door makes you freeze, there’s someone in your apartment. The sound of someone humming a tune carries through the door and it hits you.

Dave.

You wrestle yourself out of your sheets and check your phone, it’s almost ten in the morning and you rub your jaw as you check through your messages. Multiple missed calls from both Pete and Ash, your group chat has been renamed a few times, ranging from “Bitch, are you alive?” to “Please contact us, babe.”. You scroll through the messages before typing a response.

You: I’m fine, Nancy’s in jail. I’m safe, Dave slept on the couch cuz the door’s busted. Don’t say a word, Pete. I’ll keep you posted. Please don’t come over, I need space. I mean it.

You watch as both of them start to type, the little bubble appearing next to both of their names. You throw the phone onto the bed before heading to the bathroom. You shower and get dressed; you hold Dave’s hoodie in your hands for a moment. It still smells like him, at least you think it does. You decide against it, you stuff it under your comforter before pulling on a plain black one instead.

“Dave?” You call through the door as you hover over the doorknob.

“In the kitchen,” Dave calls back through the apartment and your heart twists at the sound of his voice, at the thought of him making you coffee in your kitchen.

Before you can lose yourself to the fantasy of domesticity with Dave, you break the spell. You pull the door open and it’s worse, so much worse. He’s there, hair dishevelled as he stands with his back to you. His dress shirt is creased, sleeves rolled up to the elbow as he works the coffee machine. His tight slacks hug his pert ass too well and you want nothing more than to walk up and wrap yourself around him from behind.

“Morning,” you say meekly as you remember how he stopped you from taking things further last night. You want to tell yourself it wasn’t a true rejection, you felt it in the way he kissed back, you want to believe that he was as desperate as you. But the moment he turns to look at you, your heart shatters.

“Morning,” he responds, his voice low as he glances at you for a second over his shoulder before turning back to the coffee machine.

“You don’t have to stick around,” you say as you linger in the doorway, “I can handle the maintenance guy, it’s fine.”

“I promised I’d stay and help,” Dave says as he turns around, two mugs of coffee in his hands.

“I don’t want to keep you, I’ll be fine,” you say a little firmer this time, you can feel the grief welling up in you as he looks at you. His expression is cold, so neutral it can’t be anything but a practiced mask.

“If you’re not comfortable with me being here, I can go,” Dave says as you notice his jaw tick to the side a little, “I’ve already called the security firm and their guy is on the way.”

“That would probably be for the best,” you say as your voice breaks, “Thank you.”

“If you need anything, just call,” Dave says as his mask slips, his shoulders sag and he looks at you, dark eyes betraying the sadness behind the mask.

“I will,” you confirm as you force a smile, you want to say more but you know if you do you’ll probably cry.

Dave nods curtly before placing your coffee mug on the counter, he drains his own with a grimace. It’s clearly too hot to have done that comfortably. He lingers for a moment before striding over to the door. He has to force it open; the doorframe so badly damaged it really did have to be jammed shut last night. He pauses, looking as if he wants to say something else, but ultimately decides against it, flashing you a sad smile before disappearing into the hallway.

You pick the mug up from the counter, taking a tentative sip of the hot liquid before retrieving your phone from the bedroom along with your laptop. You settle down against the armrest of the loveseat before emailing the Bar admissions office.

It’s going to be a long day of explanations, citing police reports, and endless email chains to get your application back on track.

~*~

Dave lets out a frustrated sigh as he sits back in his desk chair, glaring at Resnik as the smaller man seems to shrink away from Dave’s scathing gaze. It’s Friday morning, two days since Nancy decided to break into your apartment. Two days since he’s heard from his subordinate that should have been checking in at hourly intervals.

Furious doesn’t come close to describing what Dave is feeling right now.

“So,” Dave says calmly, “Do you want to explain yourself?”

“I was just getting some more pictures, you know, surveillance and all that,” Resnik splutters as his beady eyes flit to the blinking light of the card reader attached to Dave’s PC.

“Surveillance?” Dave repeats as he turns one of his monitors around aggressively to face his subordinate, “What were you surveilling here, Resnik? Huh?”

Resnik squirms as he’s forced to look at the pin-sharp image of you bending over in yoga pants. It’s from the start of your run with Pete yesterday, there’s no mistaking what Resnik’s lens was trained on.

“I fucked up, boss,” Resnik says as he aggressively scrapes his fingers against his chin, unable to offer any other excuse than that.

“Fucking pathetic,” Dave snarls as he turns the monitor back around, “You’re off the PI job, Ari’s taking over, get out of my sight.”

“But-,” Resnik starts to protest but Dave shoots him a look, his dark eyes flashing with rage like nothing Resnik has ever seen. He opens and closes his mouth a few times before scurrying out of the office.

Dave pinches the bridge of his nose as he counts back from twenty in his head. The stress of the target, of Nancy’s freshly served divorce papers on his desk, and your safety is wearing him thin. The only thing keeping him sane is the knowledge that you’re safe, for now.

He picks up his cell phone and dials Kovac’s number, it rings twice before Kovac’s gruff voice sounds in his ear.

“Maintenance guy just left, fucker wouldn’t paint the new doorframe,” Kovac grumbles without so much as a word of greeting. Dave likes that about Kovac, no bullshit.

“Noted, I’ll sort something out,” Dave says, hoping he can smooth things over with you soon, “Let me know when you’re done.”

“Yes, boss,” Kovac says flatly before ending the call.

Dave spends the next few hours looking over the CCTV footage from the chase. Scrubbing back through minute by minute as he tries to find where the target slipped away. He’s been reviewing the footage obsessively. Practically not moving from his chair and barely eating. He tells himself it’s just the job, but he knows some of it has to do with you. The way you looked when he rejected you is burned into his brain. It haunts him to know he hurt you, even if he knows it was the right thing to do.

His stomach gurgles, snapping him out of his thought spiral and he sighs. Having skipped breakfast and now, lunch it seems, Dave is ravenous. He’s about to give up and get something from the break room vending machine when he sees it. Something he hadn’t caught before.

The flash of police cars in the background of one of the final moments of footage before they lost the target. Something worries at the back of Dave’s mind as he brings up a map of the area on his other monitor.

“Son of a bitch,” Dave curses as he brings up the CCTV footage from outside your building. He watches in horror as a lone figure makes his way into the frame. The dark-haired man lingers at the edge of the taped off crime scene, Nancy is being hauled out unconscious as the target lifts his head up and looks directly into the lens of the camera.

Dave scrambles to pick up his phone, desperately trying to get through to you, but each time it goes to voicemail.

“Fuck!” He roars into the empty room as he throws his phone down.

He has to calm down, there’s no guarantee the target was there for you. It has to be a coincidence, there’s no way there’s a target on your back. He settles back into his chair, hunger forgotten as bile rises in his throat. He continues to watch the recording, hoping beyond hope that the target moves on when Nancy is carted off.

The police car leaves the scene and Dave’s jaw goes tense as he watches the next thirty minutes play out. He watches as he arrives at the apartment, the target stays exactly where he has been the whole recording. Waiting.

To Dave’s dismay, it’s only when he watches the recording of him escorting you out and away from the scene that the target leaves. There’s no mistaking it now.

You’re in danger.

~*~

The small hole-in-the-wall establishment is quiet as you drum your fingers on the top of the lacquered bar. You scroll through your phone as you wait for Ash and Pete to arrive. You’re already regretting the decision to call Ash. It’s too soon, you’re too angry with them both. You tip back the last of your whiskey as you check your phone for any new messages. Nothing.

The last two days have dragged, you’ve barely left your bed. The moment the security guy had left, you’d locked up and shut down all your devices. Between crying and sleeping far too much, you made the decision to meet with Ash and Pete.

You’re about to leave when you notice a fresh drink being placed in front of you. You look up to the bartender who points to the other end of the bar.

“Gentleman insisted,” he says with a smile before being called over by another patron.

You turn to look at your admirer and you smile politely at the man. He’s a little older than you, around Dave’s age if you had to guess. He’s well dressed in tight black slacks and a loose fit white shirt. His buttons are undone to expose the cleft of his pecs, there’s a smattering of dark hair there that makes your stomach flutter. He has a kind face, dark green eyes that sparkle in the low light of the bar. His dark hair is short and parted to the side.

“Thanks,” you say with a kind smile, “But I don’t take drinks from strangers.”

The man smiles wider at this, nodding knowingly.

“Smart, I don’t blame you,” he says with a dazzling smile, “You just looked like you needed a pick-me-up.”

“That obvious, huh?” You say with a grimace as you turn on your stool to face him.

“Not obvious per se,” he says as he takes a sip from his drink, “But I had a hunch, what with you being here all alone. Mind if I join you?”

“Not alone, just painfully early for friends who are notoriously late,” you say with a snort as you hail the bartender.

“Sounds like you need better friends,” he says with a raised brow as takes a seat next to you, “Making a gorgeous woman like you wait seems like a crime.”

“You flatter me,” you say as you feel the praise prickle pleasantly under your skin, “But they’re good people.”

The conversation lulls but you can feel the stranger’s eyes on you as you scroll through your phone. You’re browsing reels on Instagram when you feel a pair of arms grab you from behind. You panic, shoving back as you practically catapult yourself off the stool. You scramble to your feet and back away from the bar with wild eyes. You’re ready to swing at your assailant, adrenaline pumping through your veins.

“What the fuck?” Ash’s familiar voice snaps you out of your haze. You look up to see Ash and Pete looking at you in horror.

“Jesus, Ash!” you say with a heavy sigh of relief, “Don’t sneak up on me like that.”

You notice the smirk on the stranger’s face as you scold your friends. There’s something else simmering under the surface there, but you’re not paying attention to him anymore. You’re smoothing down your pants as you look at your friends.

“You, ok?” Ash asks as she looks you up and down, no doubt she can see the way your shoulders slump and your eyes are glassy and bloodshot. Pete gives you a sheepish smile.

“Not really, come on, let’s get a table,” you say as you gesture further into the bar. As you turn, you hear the sound of a phone camera shuttering, but you dismiss it.

The three of you sit down in a booth, Pete and Ash taking their place opposite you. If it hadn’t already felt like an intervention, it does now. A waitress comes over and takes your drinks order before leaving the three of you alone once more.

“I see you’re really leaning into the sugar daddy angle,” Pete remarks as you take your seat, nodding towards the guy at the bar. Your jaw ticks to the side as you ignore him, Ash shoots him a look and you feel a little less tense seeing her on your side.

“Thanks for meeting with us,” Ash says, “How are you doing?”

“Not bad considering my mother broke into my apartment and threatened me with a hammer, whilst demanding I admit I was fucking Dave,” you say with a shrug, too tired to beat around the bush.

“She did what?” Ash asks incredulously, “Why didn’t you call us?”

“Because after Wednesday I wasn’t sure I’d get the support I needed, let alone that you’d take my side on it. Somehow it would have to be my fault, right?” You say, the venom dripping from your tongue, and you look at them both in turn.

“You know we wouldn’t have pinned that on you,” Ash pleads but you shake your head slowly at her.

“Do I? The last few weeks have me questioning everything, Ash,” you sigh as you see your phone screen light up. You grit your teeth as you see it’s a message from Dave. Pete’s eyes flick to the screen and you’re grateful for the nickname attached to Dave’s contact.

“That’s not fair, we’re just worried about you,” Ash argues but you turn your gaze to Pete.

“Is that what Wednesday was, Pete? Concern? Because it seemed like it was all about judging me, not being concerned about my wellbeing.”

“I was concerned, the man was able to track you down on our night out. Ash told me he kept hounding you even after she took you home after that too.”

“He wasn’t hounding me,” you say as the hair on the back of your neck stands up, “He texted me once to make sure I was ok.”

“He’s creepy, babe, he’s your goddamn stepdad, and you are fucking him,” Pete says with a scowl, and you notice Ash flinch next to him.

Your blood runs cold as you realise Ash has been talking to Pete about everything behind your back. You wonder how much she’s told him. It makes you feel sick, for all Pete’s judgement and scorn, you have always been able to confide in Ash. Or so you thought.

“You told him?” You look to Ash, your heart breaking for what feels like the hundredth time this week, “Ash, I told you about that in confidence, next you’re going to reveal you gave Nancy my address,” you scoff, but the look of shame on Ash’s face gives you pause, “You didn’t? Did you?”

“Of course not!” Ash blurts as her eyes go wide, “I only talked to Pete because I was worried about you, I’d never do that to you.” Ash says as she holds her hands up in a show of surrender.

“And yet you told Pete, behind my back,” you retort, the hum of adrenaline in your veins makes you twitchy as you look to Pete. He physically shrinks back as he meets your gaze.

“Is this why you went so hard at me on Wednesday? What gave you the right to ambush me like that?” You ask incredulously.

“You’re not known for making good choices with men, hun,” Pete argues meekly, and you have to bite your tongue, “I was just trying to make you see how fucked up this is.”

“That’s rich coming from you, Pete,” you scoff as you shake your head, “I’m not the one proposing to a guy that ‘drives me crazy’,” you emphasise the phrase with air quotes, “Because he doesn’t answer your every obsessive text and call. Can you not see the irony there?”

Pete opens and closes his mouth a few times before scowling at you. Ash is looking at her hands, her shoulders slumped, and you almost feel bad for her. Almost.

“So, which one of you decided to go full-Nancy and pull this intervention type stunt, huh?”

“That’s not what this is-,” Ash starts, her eyes wet with tears as she looks at you.

“Then what is it? Tell me, because I certainly don’t see it as anything else.”

You sit there for a moment, desperately trying to process everything as neither of them come up with an answer for you. You see your phone light up again and you snatch it up before standing. Something is wrong if Dave is messaging you now, there’s no other reason for him to break his promise to give you space. You’re once again reminded that Dave seems to be the only who never violates your boundaries.

“Where are you going?” Ash asks as her eyes plead with you.

“To the bathroom,” you snap as you meet her gaze with a stern look, “Is that ok? Or do I need your permission to pee?”

She shakes her head, looking down as the drinks arrive and the waitress obscures you from them both. You stride towards the bathroom and pull out your phone, ducking into a stall and locking it behind you.

Your eyes go wide as you see multiple missed calls from Dave, accompanied with a string of texts that make your blood run cold.

Duke 🎷: Get out.

Duke 🎷: Please, get out of there.

Duke 🎷: * Duke 🎷* sent a photo.

You open up the attachment and you see the back of your head as you walk over to Ash and Pete at the booth. There’s a banner caption on the bottom half of the image that makes your blood run cold.

“She’s beautiful, shame if anything would happen to her.”

You clap your hand over your mouth to stifle a cry as you realise the man at the bar had taken a photo of you. You slump back against the stall as you try and collect yourself. Your phone rings once more and you answer without hesitation.

“Dave?” You whisper, your voice faltering as you fight the urge to cry.

“Are you ok? Has he hurt you?” Dave’s voice is frantic on the other end of the call, which only makes your heart beat faster; it only cements the fact that you’re in serious danger.

“No, he tried to buy me a drink, I didn’t take it,” you say as you clutch the phone tightly in your hand, desperately trying to stay calm.

“I think you understand who that is right? Yes or no answers only, we can’t trust the line with specifics, ok?”

“Ok. Yes, I do, I understand who he is.”

“I need you to slip out the back,” Dave’s voice has lowered, adopting a calmer tone as he takes you through the next steps, “I’m in a silver sedan one street over, don’t run, but I need to get you out of there now. Do you understand?”

You nod, forgetting for a moment that Dave can’t see you.

“Hey?” Dave says your name and it’s like a slap to the face.

The name jolts you back to the present and the sound of the bar outside the bathroom fills your ears as you take a steadying breath. Your heart is hammering in your chest as you force yourself to focus.

“I’m here, I’m on my way,” Your voice is more level than you expected, and you slowly make your way out of the stall, “Stay on the line?” You ask as you slip towards the back door of the bar.

“Of course, I’m here.”

You keep your eyes fixed on the bar as you walk backwards out of the bar, you feel the push bar of the back door on your palm as you hold the phone to your ear with your other hand. You hear Dave hiss on the other line as you watch the stranger chuckle to himself at the bar.

“What?” You ask, morbidly curious to what the stranger had clearly sent to Dave.

“He’s sent me another photo of you, just get out of there, ok?”

You lean back slowly, depressing the bar as gently as possible, there’s a small voice in the back of your mind hoping the door isn’t alarmed. The soft clunk of the door opening luckily isn’t loud enough to reach the bar, but the moment you’re across the threshold a siren sounds loud in the street behind you.

The stranger’s eyes flick up at the sudden sound and his glowers at you as he immediately launches himself in your direction. You slam the door behind you, heart in your throat as you try and remember where Dave said he was.

“Dave, where are you? He caught me leaving, he’s coming.”

“Turn right out of the alley, I’m waiting on the street. Go!” Dave barks as you hear an engine roar to life.

You break into a sprint, thanking your foresight to choose flats instead of heels tonight. You her the slam of the door crashing into the alley wall behind you, but you don’t turn back. You hear an angry shout behind you, and you almost pitch forward onto your face as you hear the gunshot that follows, so close behind you.

“Are you ok? Where are you?” Dave’s voice is frantic in your ear as you break out onto the street.

“I’m ok. I see the car,” you pant as you charge towards the silver sedan idling at the curb. You yank the door open, checking at the last moment that it is actually Dave in the car. His dark eyes are blazing with emotion as he checks you over briefly before driving off.

“I heard the gunshot, were you hit?” Dave asks as he focuses on the road ahead, eyes flicking back and forth as he scans for any apparent danger.

“I don’t think so,” you say with a shaky breath as you tentatively scan your body, hands drifting over your torso as you confirm, “I’m ok.”

“Good,” Dave says with a grunt as he cuts off a semi-truck. His shoulders are tense as he drives, his jaw is tight, and his knuckles are white from exertion from gripping the wheel so hard.

You slump back into your seat, your body buzzing with unspent energy as the adrenaline high courses through you. You sit in silence for a while as you watch Dave wind through the streets of Austin. You realise too late that he’s already overshot your apartment building by a few blocks. You’re heading out of town.

“I didn’t know you were in the bar,” Dave says through clenched teeth as he pulls the car into a parking garage a few blocks over from your place, “Not until he sent the photo.”

You furrow your brow, trying to understand what he means.

“Dave, what are you-?”

“I wasn’t following you, I wanted to give you space. I’m sorry but he forced my hand,” Dave turns to you with anguish behind his dark eyes.

It’s only then your brain catches up through the fog of adrenaline and fear. You remember that you pushed him away, needed him to give you space after he rejected you.

“I understand,” you say as you look away, the bitter sting of rejection burning under your skin once more as you replay the way he stopped your advances.

“Where are we going?” You ask as you realise you’re on the I35 out of Austin.

“Your apartment isn’t safe, the only place I can keep you safe is back home,” Dave says, and you can hear the agitation in his voice. You’ve never seen Dave like this, he’s so utterly unflappable, but now, it’s painful to see him so panicked.

“Home,” you nod, gathering yourself for a moment before slumping back down in the seat. The word rolls around your mind like a marble, rattling around as you try and gather your thoughts.

Neither of you say another word until you’re pulling up into a hauntingly similar parody of the day Dave brought you home from the airport all those months ago. An empty garage, no cherry red Escalade, but no red mustang either. It’s eerie.

Dave hovers at your elbow, head on a swivel, as he closes the garage door. He guides you down into the basement, hovering behind you, but not quite touching you as you descend the steps. The moment your feet hit the bottom step, it’s like a switch flips.

Tears come unbidden as you feel your knees go weak. You hear the sound of Dave arming a security system in the background as you feel the floor shift from under you. You fall to your knees and sob, your chest constricting in waves as you let out the frustrations of the last few months.

You hear the heavy thud of Dave’s knees hitting the floor next to you, followed by a barely concealed hiss.

“Hey,” his voice is low, soothing as you feel him hovering next to you, but he doesn’t touch you, he keeps his distance as you sob, “I’m here.”

But you don’t want him to keep his distance, you’re tired of the distance between you. You look up with bleary eyes and it takes you less than a second to close the gap between your bodies. You wrap your arms around him, awkwardly clinging to his kneeling form as you cry into his shirt.

“I hate you,” you sob, “I fucking hate you.”

Dave stiffens beneath you for a moment before wrapping his strong arms around you, pulling you tight against him as you choke through your anger.

“Do you know what it’s like, Dave? To be so sure of something that it physically hurts when you can’t do anything about it?” You ask, it’s rhetorical, and he knows it, so he only holds you tighter.

“I did everything right. I kept my distance, I tried to forget about you, forget about us, but I can’t Dave.”

“I know,” he whispers and something about his admission – his honesty – breaks something inside you.

“I can’t keep doing this, Dave,” you say as you pull back enough to look up into his eyes, they shine with tears as they regard you with something akin to remorse, “I can’t keep loving you if it means that all I do is hurt.”

“I know,” he repeats, a single tear tracking down his face as he tries to blink them away.

“I wish I had stayed in New York,” you snap, it’s cold and you don’t really mean it, but there’s a grain of truth to it, “I would have been miserable, but I wouldn’t have this hole in my chest. I wouldn’t have fallen so hard for someone I can never have.”

Dave doesn’t say anything to that, tears falling freely now as he bows his head.

“Did I ever actually mean anything to you? Beyond being collateral damage and sex?” You ask, it’s an unfair question but nothing about this is fair anymore. It’s never been fair to you.

“Of course, you did, you still do,” Dave says solemnly as he meets your gaze, “I love you.”

It’s like time stands still as you look up into his eyes, they glitter with more tears as he brings a hand up to cup your cheek. You lean in without hesitation as you search his face for any hint of deception.

“You mean that?” You say, voice barely more than a whisper as you plead with whatever deity that is listening that this isn’t some sick joke.

“I’ve loved you for some time,” Dave says with a sad smile, “I can’t keep pretending I don’t, it’s killing me.”

“It’s been killing me too,” you say as you place your hand over Dave’s holding his hand against your cheek, “But why tell me now? What changed?”

“You mean the hitman coming after you notwithstanding?” Dave allows himself to laugh bitterly at that and you can’t help but smile, “Nancy filed for divorce from prison, got her lawyer to serve me papers this morning.”

“You’re joking?” You laugh, a genuine, throaty bark of a sound as you shake your head, “She really thinks she’s got it all figured out, doesn’t she?”

“Hubris, thy name is Nancy,” Dave says with a sigh, “Once this is all over, once the threat on your life has been neutralised, we will have time to talk this over, talk about us, about what you want.”

“I want you,” you say without hesitation and the way Dave’s lips curve up makes your heart clench, “I will always want you.”

“I want to hold you to that,” Dave says as he leans forward and presses his forehead to yours once more, the contact makes you shudder, “But we can’t rush this, you can’t rush this. Once we’re on the other side of this, and once the divorce is finalised, we can do this right.”

“Ok,” you say, disappointment poisoning the moment just enough to make you focus on the danger at hand, “But I mean it, Dave,” you say as you pull back to look up into his eyes once more, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he says, and you see the flicker of emotion in his eyes, the way they dart to your lips for a brief moment.

“Can I kiss you?” You ask, preparing yourself for rejection, but it doesn’t come.

Dave leans down, his lips slotting over yours as his hand moves from your cheek to the back of your head. You sigh as you melt into the kiss. You fist the collar of Dave’s shirt as you lean into him.

It’s different from the other night, his lips pull gently at your own as you feel the stirring of something more than lust or desire in your chest. You stifle a soft whine as he pulls your bottom lip between his own. Heat flares in your core as you savour the heat of his mouth on yours.

You pull back, fire coursing under your skin as you look up into the warmth of Dave’s gaze. You’re both smiling, Dave’s cheeks are dimpling, and you lean forward to kiss him again.

The sound of the doorbell jolts you both out of the moment and you look at Dave with wide eyes.

“It’s ok, it’s Kovac, one of my trusted colleagues, and friends. He’s here to look after you for a while,” Dave explains, a blush creeping over his face as he realises, he didn’t fill you in on the plan.

“How long is a while?”

“A few days,” Dave says as he places his hands over yours as they cling to his shirt, “A week at most, I promise.”

“You’re going to kill him, the guy from the bar. Aren’t you?” The question slips from your lips effortlessly, you’re not naïve. You’ve noticed the absence of police presence; the way Dave hasn’t so much as called anything in since you left the bar. None of it was above board, you just know it.

“Yes,” he says, his face hardening a little as he meets your gaze, “This isn’t something that will go away if he’s put behind bars.”

“Then finish it.”

Dave’s eyes go wide at the conviction in your voice, but whatever he’s about to say in response is cut off by the furious buzzing of his cell in his pocket. He answers it with a snarl.

“Kovac, I’m coming, let yourself in,” he barks down the phone before ending the call.

Silently he eases himself onto his feet, a groan escapes him as one of his knees makes a nauseating pop. He holds his hand out to you, and you take it, letting him pull you up onto your feet.

“You have to stay down here, no matter what, ok?” Dave says as he looks over his shoulder at the basement stairs.

“What about-,” you begin to protest, you’ve got nothing of value on you, no laptop, no clothes.

“Ari, one of my other guys,” Dave interrupts, “Has a go bag for you, he’ll drop it off with your laptop and other essentials later this afternoon. Take anything you need from my drawers, use the bathroom, whatever you need, it’s yours.”

You bristle a little at the way you feel like you’re being handled, but you realise that’s exactly what’s happening. You’re an asset to be protected, there’s a very real danger out there wishing you harm.

“I’ll check in regularly, and Kovac will do anything for you, I mean it. I trust most of my men with my own life, but I wouldn’t trust anyone but Kovac to protect you.”

“Fine,” you say, trying to quash the petulance bubbling beneath the surface, “But Dave?”

“What?”

“Come back to me.”

It’s not a request, he knows it too well, but he pulls you against his chest, holding you tight.

“Nothing on this earth will stop me coming back to you,” he breathes as he presses a soft kiss to the crown of your head.

“I’ll hold you to that,” you say as you bury your face in his chest before reluctantly easing out of his embrace as you hear heavy footsteps on the stairs. You look up to see the same hulking man who fitted your security alarm.

“Dave, that’s-?”

“I told you,” he says with a sly smile, “I wouldn’t trust anyone else to keep you safe.”

You look to Kovac, and he shrugs, his face set in a smug smile as he and Dave give each other a nod of acknowledgment. Your heart flutters at the interaction, a weight lifting from your shoulders as you realise the extent of Dave’s commitment to keeping you safe.

~*~

A few hours later, Kovac answers the door as you’re sat on the L-shaped sofa in the basement. A rerun of ‘Parks and Rec’ is playing on the TV but you’re not really watching, until Duke Silver appears on screen, and you can’t help but smile.

There’s a poisoned irony at the way your group chat with Ash and Pete keeps blowing up, asking you if you’d gone home with the DILF at the bar. But you’re too dazed to care, you’ve muted the chat now, instead staring into the middle distance as you try and bring yourself back to the present.

“Hey,” Kovac’s low rumble startles you as he rounds the sofa with a duffel bag on one arm, a plastic bag filled with takeout containers in his other hand, “Ari brought your laptop and some other stuff, Dave ordered takeout and some beer.”

“Thanks,” you say with a weak smile, “I’ll sort the bag later, just dump it on the sofa.”

“Sure,” Kovac does as he’s told, dropping the bag gently on the sofa cushion before setting the plastic bag on the coffee table. He goes to leave straight away, and you stop him.

“There’s way too much food here. Do you want to join me?”

Kovac hesitates for a moment before shrugging and taking a seat on the floor opposite you. You smirk at the gesture but don’t say anything as you start to unbox the food and Kovac pops a beer and offers it to you. The two of you eat in silence for some time.

“So, you and Dave,” you say, curiosity getting the better of you, “How’d you two meet?”

Kovac chews slowly for a moment, as if contemplating how much he can actually say.

“Marines,” he says as he takes a swig of beer, “Served with him from start to finish, good man.”

“He is,” you say absently as you watch the credits roll for the episode and you immediately skip to the next one, “Thanks for staying and eating with me,” you say as you drain the last of your beer, “I appreciate it.”

Kovac shrugs and continues eating without missing a beat as he eyes you up and down.

“It won’t be long before you’re out of here,” he says as he gestures around the basement with his free hand, “Dave doesn’t fuck around when it comes to people he cares about.”

The statement, no matter how crude, has your chest constricting with joy. Of course, you want to believe that Dave cares about you – that he loves you – but to hear it from Kovac is vindicating. It makes everything feel a little more real.

“I don’t doubt it,” you say as neutrally as possible as your lips curve up into a smile.

You sit in silence for the rest of the meal until Kovac excuses himself, taking the dirty dishes and takeaway containers upstairs. He refuses to let you help, assuring you it’s safer if you stay in the basement.

You’re suddenly very tired, the events of the day catching up to you finally. You give your armpits a tentative sniff and grimace at the smell. You haul yourself up from the sofa and shower.

By the time you’re showered and dressed in a pair of Dave’s sweatpants and one of his hoodies, Kovac is back. He sits on the sofa, watching you re-enter with an unreadable look on his face.

“Sit,” he says as you approach the opposite end of the sofa to him. There’s an object on the coffee table, covered in a cloth and you realise immediately what it is.

“Is there a reason you’re looming menacingly over a gun?” You ask, trying to ease the tension in your gut with a bit of levity.

“Dave asked me to give it to you,” Kovac says bluntly, “You know how to use it?”

He unfolds the cloth to reveal a silver Colt 1911 and you nod slowly, already reaching for the pistol.

“I grew up in Texas,” you say with a shrug as you inspect the utilitarian firearm, “I’ve handled bigger and meaner guns than this in my time.”

“Good,” Kovac nods, “Have you ever shot someone?”

The question throws you a little and you slowly shake your head.

“I’ve never had to.” You say.

“I hope that doesn’t change,” Kovac says solemnly, and you look up to see a flash of emotion in his blue eyes, something like remorse, “But if you need to, don’t hesitate, not even for a second.”

You eject the magazine and pull back the slider to expose the breech. You nod slowly to yourself, the whole process something second-nature to you normally. The threat looming over you makes everything feel surreal, disjointed.

“I promise,” you say as you depress the slide release and re-insert the magazine before flicking the safety on, “Thank you.”

Kovac simply nods, seemingly happy with your reaction before he stands and makes his way to the stairs.

“I’m going to keep watch upstairs, I hope you get some rest,” he says without turning before ascending the stairs.

“Night,” you call after him absently as you turn back to the television. Parks and Rec is still playing but you aren’t in the mood to mindlessly watch TV. You turn it off and head into Dave’s bedroom.

You place the gun on the nightstand, the cold thud of the metal on the wood surface loud in your ears. You slide under the sheets, and for a brief moment you’re lost in the familiar scent of Dave. The fresh, spiced smell of his body wash and the unique musk of simply him envelop you as you burrow into the sheets. Your eyes flutter closed, and you let out a soft sigh as you try and relax.

It could have been seconds, or hours since you closed your eyes when suddenly you’re jolted awake by the harsh blaring of an alarm. You check your phone, but the device lies silent, the display lights up as you move it, it’s just gone 4am.

You blink away the sleep as you see Dave’s desktop PC screens flashing violently, red and white as an emergency alarm blares through his speakers. Your stomach drops as the CCTV feed pops up in a new window.

There, on the doorstep – gun in hand – is the man from the bar, smiling up into the camera lens.

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