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kazemi-archive · 11 months

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Out For the Night

Pairing: Bodyguard!Matsukawa Issei x Reader

Word Count: ~1.6k

Genre: Fluff

CW: alcohol use

Part Five of I Would-With No Question-Protect You With My Life

It’s easy, you realize, to forget that Matsukawa and his time don’t belong only to you. You’d grown accustomed to having him around at all times, whenever you asked. He was there at your every beck and call. Most of the time. You’d forgotten that he wasn’t always there, that being with you was working and that he could take days off and time away from you.

It is a fact that you are easily reminded of tonight, as you stand in the doorway of the living room, dejected as you watch Matsukawa pull on his coat.

“My replacement will be attending to you tonight.” He was too busy pulling on his shoes to notice the disappointment painting your features as you watched his moves. “I’ve told him about how sometimes you like to go out, he’ll tag along with you if you want him to. Or he’ll wait in the car. Try not to ditch him.” He looked up then, seeing a small pout on your lips as you stood there with your arms crossed. “Stop pouting, it’s just for tonight.”

“Well my brother didn’t invite me to come drink.” You huffed and Matsukawa rolled his eyes a little but still couldn’t help the small smile on his lips at your childishness. “He’s taking both you and Makki tonight. That isn’t fair.”

He laughed a little, missing up your hair as he walked passed you. “It’s just beers, I’ll be back in the morning.”

You didn’t quite understand it. The feeling of upset flooding your body, the dejected feeling of loss when he wasn’t there for you to bug and bother. Had that not been your whole goal in the months that he’d been your bodyguard? The game Youd been playing to try to get him to quit and leave you alone. Maybe it was different now, now that he’d stuck it out longer than any other had. You weren’t sure that you liked the foreign feeling.

Matsukawa was across town, feeling the same disconnectedness as you felt at home. It wasn’t that he wasn’t having fun, he was all too happy to be out with two of his best friends again, to be off duty and relaxing. He couldn’t, however, get you out of his head, fretting ever-so-much about whether or not you’d tried and succeeded to ditch the stand-in bodyguard and if you were safe without him there.

It was especially hard to get you out of his head when your brother and Hanamaki were bringing you up every second that they could possibly turn the conversation back to you. Like now, when your brother - already a few drinks in - was now nudging at Matsukawa’s shoulder, reaching across Hanamaki to do so.

“You know Mattsun, no other bodyguard has stuck around for her as long as you have.” Matsukawa chuckles at that, his cheeks heating up a bit under the assault of the semi-compliment and the influence of his alcohol (which he’s had more of than he’d like to admit. “Or made this many changes to family schedules and assignments.” Your brother continues, turning his attention to Hanamaki. Your brother, currently the drunkest of the three, brings his hand up to pinch Hanamaki’s cheek a bit, leaning himself mostly on his friend’s shoulder and looking up at him with glazed eyes. “I do miss my favorite driver being around all the time.

Matsukawa smirks as he watches Hanamaki’s cheeks flare up under the sudden undivided attention of your brother. But his smirk falls soon as Hanamaki, despite stuttering slightly, easily turns your brother’s attention away again. “Yeah well, you know, the way y/n and Mattsun act around each other, he might actually make it as her permanent bodyguard. Who knows.”

Your brother laughs at that easily, letting his eyes linger on the way Hanamaki’s words form for just a second before snapping his gaze back to Matsukawa. “So, my sister got you wrapped around her finger yet Mattsun?”

Matsukawa’s attempt to answer was cut off by Hanamaki quickly. “Oh boy, does she?” Hanamaki laughs as Matsukawa feels his neck start to heat up, embarrassment crawling up to his ears in preparation for what was about to come from Hanamaki’s lips. “She gets whatever she wants.” Your brother’s eyes were back on Hanamaki, fully invested in the words he was releasing. “She drags Mattsun all over the place, whenever and wherever she wants.” Matsukawa shakes his head, tipping his drink back to finish it, before waving down the bartender for something stronger. “Bit of a pushover for her, honestly.”

“Our Matsukawa Issei?” Your brother gasped dramatically, slapping his hand onto his chest in mock horror. He couldn’t keep the charade up for more than a second, laughing almost immediately as he leaned back on Hanamaki. “You just let her have her way with you, don’t you Mattsun?”

Matsukawa is quick to choke on his drink as he immediately tries to defend himself only to have Hanamaki beat him to the punch. “Yeah, just not in the way that he wants.” Hanamaki was rewarded with a swift smack to the back of the head by Matsukawa.

Matsukawa swore at that moment, that he wouldn’t mind washing Hanamaki’s blood out of his clothes but the comment seemed to go right over your brother’s head anyways, his attention now drawn to where Matsukawa had hit Hanamaki, fawning over the (not really) injured friend.

Hanamaki knew he was right though; he knew from the very first time he saw you and Matsukawa together, way before Matsukawa was even assigned to be your bodyguard. Hanamaki has watched you grow up, he’s learned everything about you, what made you tick and how you acted, he’s watched your other bodyguards come and go. He knew that no other bodyguard had pulled the kind of actions, reactions, responses out of you that Matsukawa did. And Hanamaki knew Matsukawa, had been his best friend since they were kids. He knew from the second he first saw Matsukawa with you that Matsukawa wouldn’t be able to stop himself from falling in love with you.

It was obvious (to Hanamaki at least) from the way that Matsukawa was more distant tonight - busy thinking about you - and the way he kept downing drinks, his face and neck getting hotter every time you were brought up again, that it had already started.

Matsukawa is moving slow the next morning, sunglasses on his eyes despite the morning sun not really being all that bright. He’s already grumbling when he’s getting into the front seat of Hanamaki’s car, even when you’re leaning forward from the back offering him a large coffee - something he graciously takes with a small smile at you. A smile he quickly loses when Hanamaki restarts the car and his ears are suddenly assaulted by the blasting of music that you and Hanamaki had already been listening to.

He’s quick to sink in his seat with a groan, mentally hoping that Hanamaki might break a few traffic laws and get them to your brother’s house faster so that he can have a companion in his suffering. It doesn’t help that you and Hanamaki are purposely being obnoxious and overly loud in your singing along to the tunes that you could definitely turn down a few notches in Matsukawa’s opinion. Obnoxious also, is the way you keep leaning into Matsukawa, pushing at his shoulder a bit and begging him to sing along with the two of you, often chorused by Hanamaki’s “yeah, c’mon Mattsun just be a little fun for once.”

It’s this most recent time that you ask that you finally get a bit of a reaction out of Matsukawa. Spice Girls’ Wannabe is playing on the video and you and Hanamaki are singing along, nudging at Matsukawa again. Matsukawa, finally tired of it and slightly irritable from the hangover - despite the coffee - rolls his eyes with a sigh.

“I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want.” He starts with a sigh, more a grumble than actually singing, but it’s in tune and doesn’t stop you and Hanamaki lighting up in excitement as you return.

“So tell me what you want, what you really, really want.” You and Hanamaki sing loudly, keeping your energy as you bounce excitedly. “I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna-” You’re nudging Matsukawa as he’s nodding along, eyebrows raised and only slightly amused, knowing what he’s doing.

“I wanna really, really, really wanna - hear you shut up.” He keeps the right rhythm to the end, both you and Hanamaki’s jaws dropping in shock at the words.

Both of you are quick to boo at him, your insults of ‘no fun’ and ‘buzzkill’ only feeding the smug grin on Matsukawa’s lips as Hanamaki’s car finally pulls up outside of your brother’s apartment building where he is already waiting. Matsukawa’s relief, however, is short-lived when he realizes that your brother is seemingly not sharing the misfortune of being hungover in your and Hanamaki’s presence. Your brother joining in immediately, laughing at Matsukawa’s situation when you explain what had been happening with a bubbly attitude.

The laughing is cut short, however, when your brother glances at the time and realizes what it reads as. “Alright,” he’s still stifling chuckles as he pipes up, tapping Hanamaki on the shoulder to signal him to go, “let’s go. Mom and dad wanna hand over the keys to your guys’ new place.”

His comment has everyone else in the car freezing. Simultaneous comments coming from both you and Matsukawa as you both twist to look at your brother.

“Excuse me?”

“Our what?”

“Fuck,” your brother says, but its shadowed by another burst of laughter, “forget I said that, it’s supposed to be a surprise.”

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yarameijer · 1 month

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I hope your doing well

So yeah!! My question is

Does Tenma's parents know about all 5 sector, travel to past, aliens and in space

If yes. How did they came to know

What were their reactions

Also any conversation between Teams coach or any other member with them

Heyhey! Yes, I’m doing well!

It actually differs for each of my stories whether Tenma's parents know about his adventures or not, but specifically in AR, the answer would be ‘’sort of’’. Tenma has quite regular contact with them through phone calls and does tell them a bit about his adventures, but not everything.

For example, in the first season they know Fifth Sector exists and that the Holy Road is a competition to decide its next leader. They know Tenma isn't a fan of the current leader, but they don't know any of the details - they're assuming that the current Holy Emperor is making too strict rules, or not really putting the money where it should go (the soccer clubs), also because Tenma mentioned the Raimon team was in poor state when he first joined. So yes, they know there are issues because Tenma told them, but he also kept out a lot of the details because he wasn't sure they'd take him seriously.

On the other hand, they know nothing about the time traveling, simply because Tenma doesn't think they'll believe him. Tenma may have told them a few stories, but edited out the “oh yeah this happened 500 years in the past” part. Rather, he's told them he made a new friend (Fei) and that there was a problematic soccer team they dealt with, plus some details about specific things that happened during their travels. While, of course, leaving out the time relevant details.

They do know about the Grand Celesta Galaxy, for a very simple reason: the Earth Eleven players were minors, and parental permission was needed for them to be allowed to be part of the team and travel to space. This was handled by the Japanese Youth Soccer Association, most likely Gouenji himself, in hopes of convincing all the parents. That took quite some effort, not just with Tenma's parents but also those of the other members, but eventually they succeeded.

That being said, Tenma has told his parents quite a lot about his time in space and this time didn't leave out the details, also because they were very interested in what space was like. Since they already know the truth, Tenma isn't worried about them not believing him, so he's quite open about it.

As for their reactions, as mentioned before they don't know the full truth about Fifth Sector, so they were mostly just disappointed for Tenma when he told them Raimon (initially) wasn't what he expected, and supportive towards him during the Holy Road. And, of course, happy and proud when Raimon won and Tenma seemed to have found his place in the team.

Their reaction to the Grand Celesta Galaxy was a lot more dramatic. When Tenma joined Inazuma Japan they were proud, but when they found out about the alien part they were against him going, and very worried even after they did eventually give their consent. They worried the whole time he was away, but once he returned to Earth and told them about space, they were very proud of him. But also sort of unwilling to let him do dangerous stuff like this again (not that that's stopping him, he just doesn't tell them).

As for contact with Tenma's team… no, not really. They trust Aki to be his acting guardian while they're not present, so school issues mostly go through her unless it's very dramatic, and so far nothing has happened that classifies as “very dramatic”; Tenma's grades are okay, he's not a troublemaker in class, there's nothing that really needs their interference. They did meet Gouenji and Kidou when they were told about the Grand Celesta Galaxy, and are aware that Kidou was Tenma's coach at one point, but those conversations were really focused on the whole “aliens are real and we need your son to fight them” thing.

They do eventually meet some of Raimon's members, but I'm planning to write one-shots about that for the AR one-shot collection, so I won't say anything more than that!

#inazuma eleven go #inazuma eleven #ie11 #ina11 #ie go #matsukaze tenma #accidental reverse #raimon #accidental reverse ask

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gunilslaugh · 3 months

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Hii! Could I request a more specific fic where Gunil x Reader go through first experiences together? (First time holding hands, first kiss, first relationship, first trip, and their child’s first birthday?) I’m super sorry if it’s too much 😅 I’m just a big fan of your Gunil x reader works!

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No need to be sorry this wasn't too much! Thank you for being a fan of my Gunil X Reader works! I hope you enjoy :)

Koo Gunil

Summary: Experiencing your relationship firsts with Gunil. (idol/non-idol au)

WC:~1.8k

Warning:none

photo not mine credits to owner.

First Time Holding Hands

The first time you and Gunil held hands happened before you two were dating. You were hanging out with Gunil as he was trying to learn some drumstick tricks. It was going pretty well. Of course there were plenty of fails, fumbles, dropped drumsticks. Whenever Gunil succeeded in performing a trick he would look at you with a slightly smug look. Sometimes accompanied by a flirty wink or a “I looked really cool just now didn’t I?”. That was until Gunil managed to throw a drumstick into his eye.

“Are you ok?” you asked, quickly rushing over to his side.

“Yeah, no I’m good. Don’t worry.” He tried to reassure you, but with the way he kept his hand pressed over his injured eye it made you worry.

“Let me see,” you say. You place your hand over the one that he was holding over his eye and pull it away. However even after it was away from his eye you still kept it in your hold. “Open your eye,” you tell him. Gunil slowly opens his injured eye. He has to fight off at blush upon seeing how close you are to him. That blush becomes even harder to fight off once he realizes that your hand is still holding his. You inspect his eye for any obvious signs of injury. You bring your other hand up to gently touch the skin around his eye.

“How’s it look doc?” Gunil asked playfully.

“The skin around your eye looks a little red, but that’s it. I think you’ll be able to keep your eye,” you gave your diagnosis.

“That’s a relief,” Gunil said.

“Maybe you should ice it?” You brought up getting ready to move away from Gunil. Even if ice was a good idea Gunil didn’t want to let go of your hand, so he pulled you closer by your hand. Now making you realize that you never let his hand go.

“It’s ok. It doesn’t hurt and it’s not swollen, so it should be fine,” he told you.

“Ok, but I think you should stop with the drumsticks for the day.” Gunil would much rather hold your hand than play with drumsticks anyway.

“Aye aye Doc.” He laced your fingers with his.

First Relationship

You were shocked when you found out that Gunil had never been in a relationship before. You found out when you off-handedly made a joke.

“You must’ve done with your past significant others,” you joked. Gunil was standing behind you as you sat on the tiny drum stool. His hands encased yours as he taught you how to play the drums.

“Impossible, you’re the first person I’ve been in a relationship with,” he stated.

“Really?” You turned around on the stool to face him.

“Is it that surprising?” he questioned finding your shocked face amusing.

“A bit,” you admitted. “But this is my first relationship too,” you informed. Gunil smiles, taking your hands in his.

“Good. I’ll be your first and last,” he says cheesily.

Both of you thought with this being each of your first relationships that there would be some learning to do, but pleasantly being together was natural for you two. Being together was more about being able to experience typical romance things for the first time together. Going on dates. Whether they’re simple stay-in dates or extravagant nights out. Writing each other love letters. Spending the night together, watching sunrises and sunsets, missing one another when one of you is away. Something special about knowing that you are the first person Gunil gets experience being in love with and the same goes for him about you.

First Kiss

Gunil wanted the first kiss the two you shared to be perfect. He wanted it to be romantic and sweet. To be a moment you would look back on and smile about. He wanted it to be everything you could possibly want in a first kiss. He originally planned on kissing you at the end of a romantic date. It may have been cliché, but clichés became a thing for a reason. However at the end of the romantic date as he was dropping you off at your home he realized that maybe going for a cliché wasn’t the best idea because the moment just didn’t feel special enough. Instead he gives you a loving hug and a peck on the cheek, before sending you inside. Then he was back to square one. Gunil found himself lost in a cycle of planning, scratching, replanning, aborting, because nothing seemed to be perfect enough. The perfect moment wasn’t happening.

Meanwhile you kept wondering why Gunil hasn’t kissed you. To you there have been plenty of opportunities. You swear you’ve even seen him start to lean in to kiss you, but then he backs out. You just want to know what he’s waiting for or what’s stopping him because if he doesn’t kiss you soon you’re going to take matters into your own hands.

Gunil and you walked hand in hand on your way back home. The moon and stars lighting up the night sky. Gunil watched you as you walked while looking up to admire the shimmering night sky. That’s when he decided to call off his perfect kiss plan. He realized that there wasn’t going to be his quote unquote perfect moment.

“Y/n,” he called you gently. You turned your attention away from the night sky and onto Gunil.

“Yes?” you asked. Gunil took a step closer to you.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked. You smiled. Finally, you thought.

“Of course,” you say. Gunil takes another step closer to you closing the distance between both of your bodies. His hand that wasn’t holding yours slid up to cup your cheek. He gave you one last look. A chance to pull away and change your mind. When you don't, Gunil leans in, taking a moment to brush his nose against yours. Then he finished closing the distance between you two. His lips are gentle and warm as they lovingly press against yours. Even if Gunil didn’t think it was you certainly thought it was the perfect moment.

First Trip

Gunil was a bit nervous about asking you if you wanted to go on a trip with him. You guys had been together a little over a year. He knew that you would agree to the trip, but going on a trip together seemed like a milestone in your relationship.

“Y/n I was thinking that since both of our schedules are freeing up, what if we went on a little trip together?” he suggested.

“We totally should! That sounds so fun! Where should we go?” Your excitement makes Gunil feel silly for being nervous.

“Where do you want to go?” he prompts with a smile clad face.

The two of you decide to go to Chuncheon. It’s known for its beautiful scenery of lakes and rivers, not to mention having delicious food as well. You decided to spend a couple days there in order to really appreciate and see all that it has to offer.

While you were there you did the Gangchon Rail Bike. Gunil pridefully insisted on pedaling, so that you could enjoy the view. Even if his thighs were burning at the end he didn’t even complain. Of course Gunil had to take you to see the cherry blossoms. Where his camera roll instantly became filled with you under the pink tree. His favorite one is one where you have stray leaves stuck in your hair and you’re smiling. Naturally you two had to spend a day at Nami Island to see if it was truly worth being a must visit couple spot. You can’t visit Chuncheon without visiting its lakes so that’s what you did on your last day there. Your trip there was so fun that you almost didn’t want to leave. Gunil felt the same. He felt as if your trip together was a fairytale. It solidified what Gunil already thought: He wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.

Child’s First Birthday

Gunil can’t believe that your child’s first birthday came so fast. Your child’s first birthday makes him think about his life with you. From the first time you held his hand when he hit himself in the eye with his drumstick. Your first kiss under the moonlight. Your first trip together that made him want to propose to you. Your wedding day. The day you told him that you were pregnant. How absolutely stunning you looked last night as you held your child in your arms gently swaying them back and forth, lulling them to sleep.

“What are you thinking about?” you snuck up behind Gunil, wrapping your arms around his waist. Gunil securely places his hands over your arms.

“How I really am your first and last.” He turned his head to look at you. You think about making a comment about his cheesiness, but the coming of your child’s first birthday has made you feel a bit sentimental too, so instead you hold him tighter.

“I’m your first and last too.” you kiss his cheek.

When it comes to the actual celebrating of your child’s first birthday. You guys decided to have a small party with your friends and family.

“I can’t believe you two had this little nugget a year ago,” Jooyeon says as he coos over your child who is sitting in their high chair.

“I can’t believe I’ve been telling you to stop calling my baby a nugget for a whole year,” Gunil remarked.

“It’s a term of endearment I don’t know why you’re so upset about it,” Jooyeon returned. Jungsu, Seungmin, Jiseok, Hyeongjun and Jooyeon all took turns wishing your child a happy birthday, each of them claiming that they will be their favorite uncle in the future.

As the party goes on Gunil just can’t help, but feel so entirely lucky for the life he has with you. This time he is the one coming up behind you, trapping you in his embrace. You had just sung your child happy birthday and given them their cake. Smiles painted on both of your faces as you watch your child messily shove cake into their mouth with their tiny hands. Gunil peers over your shoulder as you snap pictures of your child.

“Thank you for sharing so many firsts with me,” Gunil whispered into your ear. You put your phone away and turn to face Gunil.

“Thank you too. There is no one else I’d share my firsts with.” You lean your head against his shoulder. Your baby then babbles happily almost as if it heard and understood yours and Gunil’s heartfelt exchange.

#xdinary heroes #xdh #xdh imagines #xdh x reader #xdinary heroes imagines #xdinary heroes x reader #xh gunil #gunil x reader #goo gunil #koo gunil #gunil #gunil fluff #xdinary heroes fluff

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diana-bookfairchild · 11 months

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@jilymicrofics May Day 29: Rebel

Crown Prince James Potter stared in shocked devastation at the sight before him.

His fiancée, the Lady Lily Evans, stared up at him defiantly as her black cloak was pulled back, her scarlet locks tumbling down, with her hands tied behind her back and on her knees.

“You’re. . . You’re a rebel. . .” James said, voice cracking in his heartbreak.

His sworn brother Lord Sirius Black put a hand on his shoulder in a comforting gesture, though even his mouth had dropped open in shock.

Lily’s mouth twisted into a wry smile. “So it seems.”

“Let her up,” Remus said sharply, glaring at the guards, who hastened to obey their boss. They hauled Lily up by her shoulders. She didn’t stumble like most would have; she did it as gracefully as she did everything else. James felt a pang in his chest at the sight.

“What the hell, Evans?” Sirius asked roughly.

“What do you think, my lord?” She asked with a sharp laugh. “You caught me. You said it yourself: I’m a rebel.” She tipped her head towards James.

James mouthed soundlessly. The boys stayed silent, waiting for him to say something. “How? Why?”

Lily cocked her head the way she did when she thought someone had said something stupid. “The way all the rebels became rebels. Someone saw my feelings of dissent and tried to recruit me. They succeeded.”

“Why did they succeed?” James’ voice became sharper. “What feelings of dissent?” He let his misery leak through his voice. “You’re the prince’s fiancée!”

Finally, some emotion crossed her face. Sadness. Anger. But no regret. That only sharpened the edges of James’ jagged feelings.

“Yes,” she whispered. “I am.”

“They must have hated that,” Peter commented shrewdly. “The rebels, I mean.”

Lily raised her shoulders in a casual shrug. “It depended. They switched between thinking it useful and cumbersome and ‘unfaithful to our principles’.”

The amusement in the final words and the ‘our’ used caused rage to coil his insides. “Yeah? How much insider information did you pass onto them to make them think our relationship was useful?”

At that, she looked shocked. “I would never do that,” she protested. “James—”

“Your Highness to you,” Sirius stated coldly. “And you’ll forgive us if we find that hard to believe. You were just found red-handed consorting with the rebels. Seeing how close to the Crown you are, it’s a short leap to guess you were passing on information.”

Lily’s jaw clenched. “I joined the rebellion because my principles would not allow me another option,” she said, dangerously calm. “The same principles would never let me fake a relationship with someone just to get information.”

Relief and mistrust and sorrow warred in James’ mind and heart. “What principles? You still haven’t answered the question. Why did you become a – a rebel?”

Conviction burned in Lily’s eyes. “I became a rebel because *I support the rights of the low classes to equal protection under the law in all aspects of the society. I believe in the humane treatment of creatures, magical and non-magical all the same. I oppose discrimination on the basis of blood or gender or magical ability. I oppose political structures that benefit the few at the expense of the many. I oppose, in general, the concept of lineage and heredity as an argument for social superiority at all – which includes the title I hold as* scion to the House of Evans and fiancée to the Crown Prince.”

Thoroughly taken aback, all four boys stared at her. In the dying sunlight, Lily looked like an avenging goddess, emerald eyes glittering. Bitterness and longing and love welled in James’ stomach. “My parents are good rulers.”

It was a weak response to the iron in Lily’s stance and voice, but he didn’t have anything else.

Lily’s eyes softened. “They are,” she offered. “But don’t you see, James? The very fact that our lives depend on whether the rulers are good or bad. . . How terrible it is? Don’t we deserve a say in our own fates? Don’t people of lower classes than us – who are not at all different from us except in circumstances of birth – deserve every one of the rights we have to healthcare, education, occupation? Doesn’t—”

“That’s enough,” Sirius said, sounding enraged, and yet there was uncertainty on his face. “We don’t listen to the yammering nonsense of rebels. Take her to the dungeons.”

The guards looked extremely nervous at the thought of arresting their future Queen, but they nodded, grabbing Lily and beginning to walk.

“Wait,” James called, having no idea why he was doing what he was; his legs moved of their own accord to reach Lily and the guards. She looked up at him, and he could see the tenderness she had for him in her eyes and face.

Was it a lie?

“Was any of it real?” His voice was hoarse with emotion.

It may have been a trick of the light, but James thought he could see tears in Lily’s eyes. “Every bit of it,” she said softly, and there was finally some regret in her voice.

It did not make him feel better.

He nodded, unable to believe of disbelieve it. “Take her away. And—” He hesitated when the guards turned to him again. “Treat her well.”

He watched her walk towards the dungeons, straight-backed and proud, before turning to go back to his friends, the fear and uncertainty and sorrow on their faces matching the raging emotions in him, except multiplied a few thousand times.

** - taken from The Futile Facade, fourth fic of the Rigel Black Chronicles. Check it out, it's amazing!

Slightly inspired by Black Mage series (lots of Ryiah and Darren vibes).

#harry potter #fanfiction #fanfic #jily #jily fanfiction #james potter #lily evans #lily evans potter #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #jily microfic #royalty au

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mysteryshoptls · 1 year

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SSR Azul Ashengrotto Bloom Birthday Personal Story: Part 2

"Happy Birthday"

(Part 1) Part 2 (Part 3)

[Octavinelle Dorm – Birthday Party Venue]

Jack: The next question is…

Jack: “What is your best class?”

Azul: This one is a better question. Discounting the class mentioned earlier, I have the top grades in every subject.

Azul: Therefore, I find it difficult to answer… I suppose if I were to give one, it would be Alchemy.

Jack: Ah… Yeah, I can see that.

Jack: You like money-making, so a class where you make gems or gold's a pretty good fit.

Jack: It's actually real amazing that you're at the top of every subject. So, does that mean you were good at magic even before you enrolled here, Azul-senpai?

Azul: I can't say whether I was good, or not. Only that it was most likely due to both of my parents being mages that I manifested my magical abilities early.

Jack: Wow… So, does that mean you learned magic from your parents?

Azul: No. Once my parents finalized their divorce, my mother had her hands full with her restaurant…

Azul: So, while my mother was working, often times my grandmother would be taking care of me.

Azul: My grandmother was also a mage, so she taught me the basics of magic and more…

Jack: Your grandmother, huh… It's kinda hard for me to picture her. What kind of person is she?

Azul: She is much too nice of a person.

Azul: She would always be waiting warmly every day for me to come home from school.

Azul: ……With an assortment of snacks and juice completely covering her table.

Jack: Every day… Completely covering… Azul-senpai, she really enjoyed spoiling you, huh.

Azul: Yes. Overabundantly…

Azul: However, once she started teaching me magic, I also saw her strict side.

Azul: I found myself scolded often whenever I failed to concoct a simple potion.

Jack: But you just started learning… That didn't make you angry?

Azul: I grew used to it fairly quickly. I wouldn't be able to tell you the number of times I wished to run away, either...

Azul: However, no matter how elementary the magic, whenever I succeeded, she would praise me in such a grandiose fashion…

Azul: And above anything else, I was extremely fascinated by the ancient magic that my grandmother would teach me.

Azul: …If I think back on it, the fact that I see magic as beneficial and fun is most likely all thanks to her.

Jack: It's kinda hard for me to believe how someone that kind is a part of Azul's family…

Azul: Would you like to repeat that?

Jack: Ah, no, nothing. It's pretty cool that she didn't just spoil you rotten.

Azul: Indeed, she is a wonderful grandmother that I hold nothing but respect for.

(Part 1) Part 2 (Part 3)

#twisted wonderland #twst #azul ashengrotto #jack howl #twst azul #twst jack #twst translation #twst birthday

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bp-zb1fics · 1 year

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hi i really loved your yujin fic and wondered if i can request a part two to it?

imagine this: it’s their first time hanging out as friends after male reader finally succeeded in befriending yujin, their first hangout is just the two of them and m!reader had the whole day planned out. PLOT TWIST yujin ends up being the excited friendly one and m!reader becomes shy because this is their first big hang out

no rush take your time, you always make great fics (also can the hang out not be at one of their houses? maybe at a park or an aquarium or something)

Shy, shy, shy pt. 2

part 1 here

Friends han yujin & class president male reader

genre: highschool au on crack, friendship

tw/tags: top tier convenience store food, the great outdoors aka the park, just teenage boy things, yujin turns out to be mr popular, ft dog mafia for comedic purposes, more adoption papers, age is messed with a little to fit the narrative

wc: 1107

summary: yujin wants to ask you, his new friend, to hang out but what happens when you end up asking him first?

a/n thanks for requesting a part two anon! I'm not sure if I was able to do exactly what you were going for but I tried my best hehe~ pls do let me know what you think! enjoy!

Check my pinned for more fics~

It’s not that Yujin is shy. (He is lol)

It’s just that he has a hard time approaching new people.

And it’s a lot easier when someone else approaches him. (Which you did)

More than once. (Several times over the past three weeks)

With sincere and honest effort. (You literally came to house with his homework)

Okay. Maybe he’s a little shy. (Yep, that’s better, acceptance is the last stage of- wait a minute)

But you’re friends now. (That you are)

And according to his all-knowing and wise (that description is subject to opinion) hyung, Kim Gyuvin:

“Well friends can hang out too?”

So you and Yujin should definitely hang out. Because you’re friends now. (That’s right)

Except there’s one problem. (Oh no)

Yujin doesn’t really know what to do. (Of course he doesn’t)

Luckily that’s where you and your excellent planning skills come in. I mean, come on, you weren’t elected class president for nothing.

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“By the way, are you free this Saturday?” You ask after a brief lull in your conversation.

“Yeah?” His response comes out more like a question than a statement.

It’s just that Yujin’s not sure whether you mean it like you two study together at one of your houses or like desperately trying to keep Gyuvin or Junhyeon from harassing your mothers with adoption papers (it’s a long story) because Gunwook is no help at all.

“Great, you wanna hang out or something?” Oh, that’s what you mean.

“Uh sure,” he agrees easily. “What do you wanna do?”

“Well I was thinking…”

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You meet at the bus stop near your school. There’s a little convenience store and cafe nearby so you pass by to grab some snacks and drinks with the pocket money you have.

Your first surprise is when the ahjumma at the counter greets Yujin as if he were her long lost son.

“Ah, back again so soon, Yujinie-yah? And on a weekend? Have you missed this old woman that much?”

Yujin just smiles, greeting her politely and asks how she is while passing her the snacks you plan to take with you: a few triangular gimbaps, two boiled eggs, a bag of onion ring chips and banana milk.

The ahjumma tuts, and throws in a few pastries from the display, insisting that two growing teenage boys like yourselves should eat more. You both thank her.

“Really, it’s no problem Yujin-ah, come visit me more often. And your friend! Why haven’t you introduced me to him?”

Before you can say anything, Yujin is already introducing you.

“Ah, you’re the class president? Keep taking care of Yujin well and please come visit me when you’re not busy.” She chuckles at both of you maternally.

You thank her again before shuffling out the door.

“Go there often?” You ask, still floored by the interaction you just witnessed.

“I usually pass by here for a snack before taking the bus home.” Yujin says. “Aunty’s just very friendly. She doesn’t get to talk to so many people.”

“She seems to like talking to you.” You remark.

You take the bus to a nearby park, still in the district but in a more urban area. After finding a bench, you settle down with your snacks.

“You doing well with classes?” You say, peeling off the wrapper of your gimbap.

Yujin hums. He’s already accustomed to your habit of asking about school as a way of starting a conversation that would lead to other topics.

“Baek-seongsaengnim’s been nicer to me.”

Baek Kooyoung-saem was a notoriously tough but patient teacher. He had singled out Yujin the first few weeks but generally mellowed out after your friend had proven himself able to keep up with his class.

“Well I’m pretty sure you’ve shown him that you’re better at his class than his 7 year old son is.”

You say, laughing as Yujin groans at the recollection of that particular comment the teacher had thrown at him.

“I think he knows that I haven’t just been studying that one lesson for years.”

He adds at his own expense, both of you laughing. Your conversation moves on, Yujin trying to convince you to join the soccer club he attends and you telling him about the new PC bang that opened near your place.

By the time you’ve polished off the pastries and drank the last of your milk, it’s nearly time for the sun to set.

As you walk back to the bus stop, you come across a group of street dancers who seem to be free styling.

And for your second surprise that day, Yujin jumps in all of a sudden. He’s really good, moving with a fluidity and matching the rhythm in a way that seemed almost like he’s been trained to dance.

“You should join your friend!” One of the dancers calls out to you as the rest of them hype Yujin up.

“It’s okay,” you shake your head. Unfortunately, you’ve got two left feet and not too much body control.

Your friend is nearly breathless when they let him go.

“That was really fun, totally.”

“Yeah, you’re really good at dancing, Yujin-ah”

“You think so? You know they asked me if I was part of a crew but I told them that I’m just a first year in highschool and they were really shocked-“

For once, Yujin is the one who’s talking a mile per minute and you’re just here to listen.

“We should hang out again.” Yujin says to you as you wait for the bus.

“We should”

“By the way…”

“Hmm?” You turn to look at the other boy when he hesitates.

“I don’t know if it’s just me but do you maybe feel like we’re being watched?”

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“They’re all grown up now.” Junhyeon sobs but at a semi muted volume so you don’t overhear him.

“Can someone please explain to me why we're here again?” Gunwook asks.

They’re all crouched behind some bushes. Considering their combined average height surpasses 180cm, they’re really not doing a good job of hiding.

“We’re here to chaperone the children.” Gyuvin hisses before whipping out a pair of binoculars. Gunwook doesn't even want to know where he got them from.

“No one asked us to chaperone them?”

“No one needs to, it’s on the papers.”

“What papers??”

“The adoption papers, you fool.”

“And in our joint custody agreement.” Junhyeon adds helpfully before going back to fake crying.

“We haven’t actually adopted them??? And I don’t ever remember making an agreement.”

“We’re working on the adoption part. And as for the agreement, you have, I have it on video.”

“What video???”

“Shhh, Gunwook, they’re gonna hear us.”

“Uh guys?”

“What Junhyeon-ah?”

“I think they heard us.”

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whatsk-poppinhomies · 2 years

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Jealousy Is... Sickening

Pairing : Hwang Hyunjin x F!Reader Word Count : 8.1k TW : yandere!Hwang Hyunjin ; smoking ; mentions of cheating from readers exes ; fighting ; insults ; using readers fears against her ; suggestive content ; let me know if there's more ;

“What do you mean you don’t take last minute bookings?” Hyunjin whined into his phone as he looked down at Kkami on the couch. He had been called in last minute to the studio to record some extra vocals for the new album and a couple more rap lines while he was at home and he hadn’t really planned on leaving the house, just wanting to take the day and spend it with Kkami, but the album couldn’t be delayed so he had to go in and he also needed to find someone to watch Kkami which was one of the biggest dilemmas right now. “Thank you, thank you… Yeah… Got it…” He said, trying to rush through the call now that he knew his usual dog sitter wouldn’t be able to make it. That’s when they mentioned their dog sitter, and at this point he felt like he had no real choice but to call the number they had given him and hope that whoever it was, they were free for a couple hours.

He was in a rush no doubt, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t take the time to admire and appreciate the way the girl on the other end of the phone dropped everything that she might have been doing to agree to watch Kkami, he could hear her moving through the speaker of the phone, grabbing everything she needed before calling out a quick goodbye to whoever it was that she was apparently with and then shutting a door behind her. She reassured him that she’d try to get there as soon as possible, and then he heard a car engine turn over. “You don’t have to speed, drive safely, it’s important.” He urged, and then quickly tacked on at the end. “And don’t try to hold your phone and drive.”

While she was driving over, he had told her everything she might need to know about Kkami and his behavior, preemptively apologizing for his antisocial behavior, but she laughed lightly over the phone, letting him know that she was going to make it her mission today to become Kkamis best friend. The challenge that she had hoisted upon herself made him laugh, but he also found it adorable. He couldn’t wait to come home and see whether she had succeeded in her mission.

Then the door knocked and he quickly ran over, his hair tied back in a ponytail and his hoodie already on, he had simply been waiting for the dog sitter to show up so he could rush out of the house and make it to the studio, having already said his goodbyes to Kkami beforehand. When he threw the door open he froze for a second, his attention fully captured by the beautiful woman who stood at his door. “Hi, I’m Y/N…” You said, smiling sweetly at him and he really wished he had more time to think, really think about everything that was going on in his head right now. “Don’t worry, Kkami is in good hands.”

He nodded quickly, bowing his head to you as he whispered out a quiet thank you. “I shouldn’t be too long. If you need me, you have my number.” He said, taking a step back to let you in before essentially swapping places with you. “And I know this is short notice so… here…” He fished a couple bills out of his wallet and handed them to you. “If you get hungry you can order something…” Your head had already begun to shake, but he grabbed your hand and placed the money into it, folding your fingers around the crisp bills. “It’s the least I can do… I have to go though… I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

The session had taken way longer than he expected it to, and you hadn’t called at all since he had left, which was shocking because even the original dog sitter had called him on the first day questioning why Kkami kept running away from them. The lack of calls or even texts had him nervous, and he was racing home once he left the building.

His mind was spinning with pessimistic thoughts, but when he walked through the front door his worries melted away. “This is Springle…” You were talking to Kkami who was sitting on your lap, staring at your phone as you swiped through pictures of what Hyunjin could only assume was your own dog. “He’s a… jack russell… shih tzu… mix… I don’t know what he is but he’s the sweetest.” You explained, almost like you were introducing your own dogs to his dog, which shouldn’t feel so significant, but it did to him. “And this is Muppet… he looked just like a muppet when we got him… He’s a mini schnauzer, but he’s still a baby so he’s kind of crazy…” Hyunjin didn’t want to interrupt, so he stood in the doorway, watching with heart eyes as you pet Kkami with one hand and continued scrolling through your pictures with the other hand.

You were the only person other than himself who could get Kkami to sit so calmly, to actually stay in one spot and just… listen… And while the thought that his dog would be able to so perfectly choose the perfect person for him was kind of crazy, now it seemed to make sense. Hyunjin didn’t want to be with someone that Kkami wasn’t comfortable with, and it seemed like Kkami was so relaxed with you, that he didn’t even notice that Hyunjin had come home.

The sun had already set, the moon high in the sky now, and this was usually when he would take Kkami for his walks. The dog pushed himself up off your lap, doing a big stretch that had you giggling as you turned your phone off and placed it down on the cushion beside you. “It’s time for a walk, isn’t it? I don’t think your dad showed me where your leashes are… but I’m sure you’ll lead me to them, won’t you baby?” You leaned in with puckered lips, and Hyunjin was already fighting to contain his laughter, knowing exactly what was coming next, at least he thought he knew, but he was left stunned and slack jawed when Kkami returned the kiss before jumping off your lap.

“He never gives me kisses…” Hyunjin whined, finding it the perfect time to make himself known as Kkami ran over to him in the doorway. You giggled lightly, getting up from the couch and grabbing your coat that had been hanging over the back of it to pull on before joining him at the door and handing him back the money that he had given you earlier, his eyebrows furrowing as he looked down at the bills in his hand and then back at you.

“I guess he just thinks I’m cute.” You joked, squatting down in front of Hyunjin to pet the dog, but seeing you in that position right in front of him had him diving deep into the gutter of his mind, especially when you looked up at him through your eyelashes, an innocence glimmering in your irises that he fell in love with immediately. “And before you try to give the money back, being able to spend the day with this little guy was payment enough. He’s such a sweetheart. I’ll have to thank my other customers for referring me to you.”

He shouldn’t have felt so disappointed when you got to your feet again, his mind shouldn’t have been thinking so filthily in the first place, but he couldn’t help it, you were just so perfect, so gorgeous, how could he not think about you? “How many other customers do you have?” He was trying to make small talk, he wanted to know everything about you, but he also didn’t want you to leave yet. Seeing you in his home, seeing how close you and Kkami already were, it had thoughts that were so terrible, yet so… wonderful at the same time whirling in his head like a tornado. He couldn’t let you go, not yet. “I just wanted to know… Maybe I can be one of your customers.” More like he wanted to be your one customer, the only person that you saw.

“Ahh… I’ll have to see if I can fit you into my schedule…” You glanced down at Kkami who was looking up at you expectantly, and your teasing tone faded as you bent over to scratch behind his ears. “But if you really want me to come back, I’ll make time for you.” You cooed, and Hyunjins heart swelled. You were the one, the only one, his only one, and you only continued to make it more obvious to him the longer you stood there.

“He wants you to come back…” Hyunjin said, his eyes tracing over your figure when you were bent over, absentmindedly licking his lips as he noticed the way your back arched. God, he felt grotesque thinking about you this way, and the only thing that made him feel slightly better was the thought that maybe you were doing it on purpose in front of him, that you wanted him to think of you in that way. “I have to go back into the studio tomorrow, so maybe you can come over and watch him again?” He lied, his fingers crossed inside the pockets of his hoodie, hoping that you’d agree to coming over.

“Sure…” You murmured, your focus solely on Kkami as you continued petting him. “Just… let me know the time and I’ll be over…” You added, finally standing up straight again, stretching your arms above your head, the movement causing your jacket to ride up your frame, the little bit of skin that he saw had him swallowing thickly, wondering how it would look covered in bruises and bites that he wanted so desperately to place all over you. “It’s pretty late though, I gotta get going. It was nice meeting you, Hyunjin… And it was nice meeting you too, Kkami. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Your fingers waved to both of them as you walked out the door, and as soon as it was closed, Hyunjin let himself slide down the wood of it until he landed on the floor, letting out a sigh as Kkami jumped up on his lap.

“Oh… I’m fucked…” He muttered to himself, running his hands through his hair before letting them drop down to the floor at his sides with a loud thud. He was fucked alright, but he didn’t care, he didn’t care at all. He was set in his ways, and he was set on you. It took one day and he was infatuated. Now all he had to do was get you, and that shouldn’t be too hard, he had Kkami on his side, it would be a piece of cake.

It only took a month for him to ask you out, and then another month for him to slip the promise ring on your finger, the jewelry giving him a sense of security when it came to you. As long as that ring was being worn, you were his, you were promising to be his always and forever until the ring was replaced with one that held more finality. It was the ring that he wanted to give you, but he felt like it would be too soon, like it would scare you away. Everything he did when it came to you was calculated, planned in advance and thought over constantly just so that he was sure that you wouldn’t pull away from him.

Now it was seven months into the relationship and you had moved in with him, just another score that he had made. Everything was going just as he planned, and the best part of it all was that he had never forced you to do any of it, you had accepted everything that he offered willingly. Of course he loved the power that he felt, knowing that when it came to him, you were weak, you were like putty in his palms, but he also loved you. He loved you so much it hurt when he had to be away from you, he’d cry if he had to stay overnight at the dorms, he hated not having you beside him, and that’s why everything he did pertaining to you required so much thought. He didn’t want you to leave him.

“Hyunnie!” You called from the kitchen as he got dressed in the bedroom, and he peeked out from around the door, smiling when he saw you standing in the kitchen wearing only his shirt, your hair tied up on top of your head, a dazed, sleepy look lingering on your face, surely from all of the… activities the two of you partook in the night before. “Did you bribe Kkami to sleep on your side of the bed last night?” You asked, leaning over the counter to stare at him, but he saw the small smirk tugging at one corner of your lips.

“Maybe…” He replied nonchalantly, and you rolled your eyes at him, placing the empty treat box on the counter, tapping against the lid. “It took a lot of treats… He loves you more than me, it’s not fair, I was here first.” He pouted and you snorted loudly, placing the empty treat canister on the counter before walking over to the bedroom door and pressing a kiss to his lips.

“He can sleep in the middle and you’d only have to use one treat because he’d still be next to me…” You whispered against his lips before pulling back, adoring the way his cheeks blushed light pink whenever you were close to him. “You’ll just need to pick up more treats on your way home from work… Or… I can run to the store and get some real quick before you leave.”

The mention of you leaving the house had him throwing the bedroom door open and stepping closer to you, backing you against the wall of the hallway, caging you between his arms and his bare chest. “We go out together… You know that. Kkami will be fine until I get back from work… Don’t leave the house unless there’s a fire or someone is breaking in… those are the rules, you know the rules, don’t you?”

Your cheeks puffed out as they filled with air before letting it all out in a loud huff through your nose as you rolled your eyes, letting your head fall back against the wall. “I don’t know what you’re so worried about. You’re the idol. Even when we go out together, everyone is looking at you.” You retorted, ducking out from under his arms to go back into the kitchen, grabbing the treat canister and placing it back on the top of the fridge. “I think the rules are pretty damn ridiculous if I may say so, but you never actually let me say anything about the rules, do you?”

Here it was, the argument that he didn’t exactly have the time for, the sassiness that he had adored at the start of your relationship, but you were talking back more and more now. Maybe you felt too comfortable, and the more comfortable you felt, the higher the chance of you breaking the rules. Fuck. “The rules are there for a reason, Y/N.” He hissed, not even looking away from the wall that he had just had you against, his forehead leaning against it as he spoke. “You always pick the worst damn times to have these kinds of talks. You know I have to get to work soon.”

“I just don’t know why I have all these fucking rules and you have none.” Why did you always have to have the last word? It drove him nuts. Most arguments that you had could have ended way sooner if you hadn’t added that last fucking sentence, but no, you always had one more thing to say and it would spur the argument on for hours more. “And I’m sure you’re going to come home and pretend like this conversation never happened because that’s how it always is. Clean slate after a couple hours, everything is peachy keen.”

He groaned loudly, slamming his palm against the wall before turning around to look at you. “Do you want a fucking argument when I get home?! It’s like you love to fucking fight with me, I don’t get it!” He shouted, storming into the bedroom and slamming the door behind him. You could hear the dresser drawers being yanked open with force as he muttered incoherently under his breath. He was dressed in record time though, his anger fueling him, and he wanted to just get out of the house before the both of you exploded at each other. “Tell me right now, do you really want to keep this going or do you want to just end it here so I can come back home after work and we can have a decent meal?”

You were leaning against the kitchen counter, staring at him over at the front door, one hand on the doorknob, just waiting for your answer. “We can talk about your rules when you get back home. They’re bullshit and you know it, Hyunjin.” You muttered, crossing your arms over your chest as you glared at him. His jaw was set and you saw his nostrils as he stared back at you, shaking his head.

“God… dammit!” He practically growled, throwing the front door open and slamming it loudly behind him, the force causing the picture that had been hanging on the wall the crash down on the floor, the glass shattering against the hardwood and you let out a groan of your own, running your hands over your face before grabbing the broom to go clean it up.

“Asshole!” You shouted, knowing that he could hear you when you got closer to the door, sweeping up the shards of glass, doing it three times over just to make sure that no slivers were left behind before dumping the contents of the dustpan into the trash bin. “Kkami…” You murmured, noticing his head peering around the end of the couch. “You want to take a walk? Just me and you, buddy. I need to breathe…”

Taking Kkami on walks had been specifically stated in the rules to be something that only Hyunjin or you and Hyunjin could do, never just you though. The argument this morning though had you feeling… rebellious though, and as soon as you had finished getting dressed, you put Kkamis leash on and headed out the front door. It felt good breaking the rules, mainly because they were just so idiotic to you. You felt like you and Hyunjin had been together long enough that he could trust you to go out on your own, but the rules only seemed to become more and more constraining as more time passed. It was ass backwards and you hated it.

Not just that though, but it made absolutely no sense why he was being this way with you when you had more of a reason to be worried, but you weren’t sitting at home writing up a list of rules for him and hanging them on the fridge. He was beyond attractive, he was hot, and if anyone should be fretting over the other going out alone, it should be you, and sometimes… most of the time, you wondered if he was doing something, doing things that would no doubt destroy you if you ever found out. It’s not like he didn’t tell you he loved you daily, well… excluding this morning, but no amount of I love you’s could soothe the bitter feelings that built inside of you when you thought of just how many women would love to be with him. You’ve had your fair share of shitty exes that seemed to love pandering to the women who seeked out already taken men, their desires just as sick as the men who gave into that shit.

Was Hyunjin that kind of boyfriend though? You really had no idea, but you remembered the way he lustfully looked at you the first day he had met you. He didn’t even know you and you could almost see his thoughts, playing out on his face like a projected movie. You didn’t know if he had those same kinds of thoughts with other women, and the thought of it had you feeling sick to your stomach.

There was only one thing that could ever dull your jealousy induced nausea, and that’s the one thing that Hyunjin hated the most. The thought of pissing him off would usually have you backing down from anything that you planned on doing, but today… today was different. It was like going on strike, rebelling against the rules, rebelling against him, and it had you filled with excitement. There was something that felt so good about being bad, and that’s a pretty cheesy way to put it, but it’s the only way you could describe it right now.

When you got back to the house and made sure Kkami was settled in, you went straight to the spot where you kept your secret stash, and by stash, it was merely one pack of cigarettes that were reserved for a time like this. “I’ll be right back, buddy.” You told Kkami who had already made himself comfortable on the couch before heading out to the balcony and lighting up the thin white stick.

It felt like you could breathe, which was a strange way to feel considering cigarettes had the exact opposite effect, at least they should, but it was like finally getting a breath of fresh air, like finally being able to scratch that one itch that you couldn’t reach for so long. It was amazing, and the only thing that made it better was knowing just how much Hyunjin hated it. “Those things can kill you! No more! You can’t!” His words now had you giggling to yourself. Just another thing you can’t do, another rule set into place by him, and you had followed it so obediently just like every other rule. The taste of disobedience, the way it swirled down your throat and filled your lungs before being let out in a sheer cloud of smoke from your puckered lips… It was delightful.

He’d usually stay at work a little later, but today he came home at exactly five o’clock, kicking his shoes off and shutting the door loudly to let you know he was back. He always knew how to make an entrance. “What’s that smell?” Were the first words that left his lips as he moved further into the house, his nose held high as he inhaled deeply through his nose, his face crinkling into one of disgust as his eyes landed on you. “God! You know… I can maybe… maybe begin to understand why you’d want to disregard the other rules… But you’re going to break that one… The one that’s literally in place so you don’t kill yourself!? Where are they?” You rolled your eyes, not turning away from the stove as you fished the pack out of your pocket and tossed it over your shoulder, grimacing when you heard it fall against the marble countertop. “There’s only… There’s five left in here, Y/N… Was this a new pack?” You shrugged your shoulders, knowing damn well that it had been brand new, but the feeling of comfort that they gave you with each and every puff had overshadowed the risks that they held. “Fucking childish… Look at me… Y/N… Will you…” He grabbed your elbow and pulled you away from the stove before turning off the burner, forcing you to look at him. “What the hell is wrong with you? Is this what you want?! You want to piss me off!?”

You yanked your arm away, wishing more than anything right now that you could have another smoke, the thin white stick between your fingers always made you feel more courageous, or maybe it was just that it would give you more time to think of what to say in between long drags of it. “Yup. I even took Kkami on a walk today, by myself. It was actually really nice considering I was actually free to move around instead of feeling like I was on a leash too like I do when I go with you.” You retorted and you could have sworn you watched his eyes darken, his adams apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly. “And then I got back home and I smoked like… 15 cigarettes and I’ve never felt so free in the past seven months then I did today.”

His tongue pressed against his cheek as he ran his hand through his hair, and you could tell that he was trying to hold back, his fingers clenched into fists at his sides as he looked you over. “You want to be free? You like roaming the streets in your…” He grabbed the bottoms of your shorts, his face scrunched up in disgust as he looked at them. “Whorish clothes. Oh yeah, I bet you love when all the guys fucking look at you, fucking you with your eyes, that’s what you love, don’t you? Fucking skank.”

“Oh really?” You scoffed, the both of you back up until the two of you were leaning against opposite counters. “I’m the whore? You’d fuck anything that walks on two legs and breaths… Once they smile at you and bat their lashes you’re practically pouncing on them with your dick out. I take Kkami for a fucking walk and that makes me the whore though. Love your frame of thought, makes a lot of sense. Hyunjin gets to do and say and fuck whatever he wants, but god forbid Y/N wants to leave the house one fucking time!” You mocked, your breath rising and falling heavily, the both of you seething with the anger that had been pent up the entire day.

“Who am I fucking other than you?!” He shouted, his eyes growing wide as he stared at you incredulously. “You’re so irrationally fucking stupid! You always fucking jump to ridiculous conclusions, you just assume shit all the fucking time! No wonder your exes cheated on you. Good god. I mean… Might as well fucking do it right, since you think I’m doing it anyway.” He groaned loudly, his head falling back to stare at the ceiling as he took a deep breath.

“Really Hyunjin?” You clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth, letting out a chuckle that was far from humorous. “You know what… maybe you should. Go out and fuck all the people you want, I don’t even care.” You cared, you cared a lot because at the end of the day, you loved him, you loved him so much that his words were suffocating you, drowning you, and you wanted nothing more than to stop breathing after hearing them. You pulled the promise ring off your finger, the piece of jewelry that you had worn for so long that it had practically become a part of you, and your finger felt so bare without it, that for a second you wanted to put it right back on, but you didn’t. You threw it at him, watching the light from the kitchen reflect off the silver band as it bounced off his chest and made its descent down to the floor. “I’m done.”

“You wanted a fight and then you back out as soon as it gets too real for you, I get it. Go wallow in your self pity, you’re the one who asked for this.” He sneered as you walked out of the kitchen, going straight to the bedroom and shutting the door behind you. Once you were out of the room he ducked down and picked the ring up off the floor, gritting his teeth in anger at both you and himself. You for starting the argument, and himself for keeping it going. Why did you have to be so damn argumentative though? What did you gain out of it? What did any of you get out of this other than being mad at each other? “How long are you planning on staying in there? Some of us need to sleep at night.” He said, standing beside the bedroom door and tapping his fingers against the wood.

He wasn’t sure what he expected you to say, and he knew that the way that he was speaking still wasn’t the best way to extinguish the heat between the both of you, but his pride was too high to back down and so was yours. Right now it bothered him, but it was just another reason why he loves you, adores you, and doesn’t plan on letting you go… ever.

The bedroom door cracked open, and he kind of wanted to see your eyes bloodshot and glassy, to think that maybe you had been crying over him, but all he got was a stone cold glare that hurt him instead. What he didn’t know was that you had already cried, letting out all of your emotions into the pillow that you clutched tightly against your chest, but you didn’t want him to know that, so you had washed your face and wiped the remaining tears from your eyes before he had even come to the door.

“Take it.” You muttered, brushing past him to head to the couch, dropping your pillow on the end and then falling down onto it, curling up into a ball before clicking on the tv. He had fucked up, his words had been rash in the heat of the argument, but they held no meaning and no truth. He would never cheat on you, and when you had told him the stories of your past exes it took everything in him not to go out and hunt them down for hurting you the way they did, but he had promised you that he would never do something like that, that he solely belonged to you and you only.

That’s why he pissed him off so much when you got jealous or accused him of cheating though, because he had reassured you so many times that he was yours but you still didn’t believe him. You disobeyed the rules, you had doubts about his faithfulness, and then you had the nerve to be upset with him. “So you’re not sleeping with me tonight?” He posed the question, trying not to sound as annoyed as he felt, but this was the longest any argument between the two of you lasted. Usually it would simmer down after five or ten minutes and end with the two of you sweaty, exhausted, and tangled in the sheets of his bed. This was scaring him.

“I just want to be alone, Hyunjin.” His name sounded like a curse leaving your mouth, a vile word that one shouldn’t ever say, and that hurt, it hurt just as much as the thought of you sleeping by yourself in the living room on the uncomfortable couch.

He shook his head, retreating into the bedroom, giving you the solitude that you had asked for, but it felt wrong. The bed felt empty, too spacious. He knew that you liked to sprawl out when you slept, something that you wouldn’t be able to do on the couch, but you clearly didn’t want to be near him right now, and as hard as it was to do, he respected your wishes.

Laying in the bed by himself felt weird, it felt wrong, and his stomach twisted in pain as his thoughts tormented him, wondering if tonight would have gone differently if he had just loosened up on the rules. No… no he couldn’t loosen up on the rules, he couldn’t bear the thought of someone else looking at you, talking to you, being close to you. What if something were to happen while he wasn’t with you? Just the mere thought had tears pricking his eyes and his bottom lip trembling as his breaths became labored.

If you wanted to go out, he’d just take you out more, or he’d let you leave the house, under the impression that you were going by yourself and follow behind you the entire time, making sure to remember anyone who had the gull to look at you or talk to you. It would be better, and it would make you feel like you had a little more freedom.

Then there came your jealousy, and as irrational as it was, he tried to understand. You had been through a lot, you had your reasons for doubt, and you had even told him before the relationship had started that you had trust issues because of prior instances. He knew all of this and still reacted in such a way that had you spending the evening in the living room, by yourself, away from him. At the time he had acted in anger, a disgusting emotion to harvest towards the one he loved the most, but now… now he was full of the same sadness that he could feel resonating off of you when you had walked out of the bedroom.

It was impossible to fall asleep, the bed felt far too big without you in it, starfished and yanking away all of the blankets, leaving him with just a corner to try to keep himself warm. He never let it bother him, finding it precious how comfortable you looked, the way you trusted him completely. He craved the cold air that would linger against his skin from the lack of covers, and now that he had all of them, it felt excruciatingly hot.

Turning over, he could see that it was late, or, rather early now. Four o’clock in the morning and not a wink of sleep was had, his eyes burning in the pitch dark of the room, under eyes raw from wiping at his tears with the sleeve of his hoodie that had become your favorite. It smelled of you and he thought that your scent would make him feel better, at least give him enough comfort to fall asleep, but it only made things worse. It didn’t hold the same warmth, nothing like the heat that poured from your body when you laid beside him, your body pressed as close as possible against his and your legs instinctively hooking around his waist.

He never realized how much he loved having you close, needed to have you close until right now. Maybe he had taken advantage of having you around, taken advantage of your love for him. He thought that it would never fade, that he’d never had to face the terrifying possibility of potentially losing you. What would he do without you? What would Kkami do without you? The three of you were a family, and you couldn’t just leave… well… you could, but he’d always drag you back, he’d always find a way to bring you back to him, but he didn’t want to have to do that, he didn’t want to have to force you to stay with him. He wanted you to stay because you wanted to be with him. That would mean that he had won in the best way possible, it would mean that you loved him and wanted to be with him genuinely, and it would mean that he wouldn’t have to worry about you leaving.

Quiet steps led him out of the bedroom, into the living room where the flickering array of multicolored lights from the tv illuminated your body, it wasn’t covered, and that in itself had his heart clenching with pain. You were cold, you had to be, so he ran back to the bedroom and grabbed the blanket off the bed and brought it in to you, draping it over your body.

Kkami was curled up against your chest, you were always going to be his favorite, and he didn’t even care. He’d much rather Kkami lay with you every single night because it meant that you were still there, that he hadn’t lost you.

He knelt down in front of you, noticing now the harsh redness of your upper lip, undoubtedly from you wiping your nose when you sniffled, and it made it clear to him that he had hurt you, he had hurt you badly. He never once saw you cry and he never wanted to be the one who made you cry, but now he had, and he hated the way it made him feel. It was like bugs were crawling beneath his skin, trying to claw and bite their way out of him, it left him feeling itchy and dirty and he wanted to pick those spiders out one by one and crush them into the floorboards. It wasn’t spiders though, it was his own disgust towards himself, the creepy crawling feeling was nothing more than the result of him being as low as an insect, as filthy as the dirt they crawled and burrowed in.

You were like a beautiful pristine canvas, every day waking up blank, waiting to be painted on, filled with art, his love and his kisses, his hugs and his touches, all of them a color of their own, vibrant and beautiful, a work of art that would and could only be loved by him. Now all of the colors were dark, splattered across the canvas of your body, his mouth creating splatters and blotches across the board, like bruises and cuts on flawless skin. His words had ruined you.

“Baby…” He whispered, grabbing your hand that had been hanging limp over the edge of the couch, your fingers looking naked without the ring that he was wearing on his pinky, not wanting it to lose your warmth that the silver had held. With everything in him, he wanted to slide the ring back onto your finger, but you had thrown it with such distaste, such carelessness that he wasn’t even sure if you wanted it anymore. His heart would never be ready for something like that. “Are you ready to talk?”

It was such a strange thing to ask at this ungodly hour. No one would be ready to talk right now, especially if they were being woken up from what he could only suspect to be the worst sleep of your life for this talk, but he needed to know how you felt, he needed to know that you weren’t going to leave him. “No…” You mumbled, pulling the blankets up to your chin and rolling over to face the back cushions. “I’m sleeping.”

“I know…” He murmured, the bile building in his throat was just another symptom of the nauseating fear that grew inside him with each passing second, and with every tick of the second hand on the clock, his fear got worse and worse. “I can’t sleep without you, baby… I’m sorry…” His pride didn’t even matter at this point, he’d swallow it all down like a bitter shot of vodka if it meant that he got to feel that warm and fuzzy feeling in his stomach afterwards, a feeling that he only got when you were in his arms. “I was stupid, and I was mad… but that doesn’t make what I said warranted. I’d never cheat on you, I’d never go to anyone else… You’re the only one in the world that I’d ever run to.”

You ran your hands over your face as you rolled onto your back, staring at the ceiling with eyes that looked half dead, cold and unloving, which he could only imagine was the way he looked when he spoke to you earlier. “You can say sorry for spilling milk on the counters I just cleaned, you can say sorry for forgetting to get the conditioner from the store since you wouldn’t let me just get it myself…” He chewed nervously on his bottom lip, knowing that the second one was just a hint at the rules that he knew you despised. “But you can’t just say sorry for using the one thing I’m terrified of the most against me.” You said flatly, your lips set in a straight line when you turned to look at him. “I told you about my problems before we even got together because I trusted you to make the right decision based on the information I had given you. You said it would be okay, that you understood. Clearly you didn’t, and if my issues are such a pain in the ass for you to deal with, then I can do you a solid and leave. You might not cheat on me, but I’m not going to be insulted and belittled and threatened with the trust issues that you knew about.”

Leave. Do him a solid and… leave? No… No, that wouldn’t be helping him at all. He’s never felt more desperate in his life than he did right now. “I didn’t mean it… I really didn’t…” He whined, letting his face fall into your chest. Usually you’d pet through his hair when he was like this, soothe him and tell him that it would be okay, but he felt nothing, you didn’t reach out for him, you didn’t soothe him, you laid like a statue. Fuck, it felt like he was losing everything.

“What are you scared of? What’s the most heart wrenching thing that you can think of?” You mused, and he was thrown for a second. Did you really want to know? He had never really talked about his fears before, but he had a lot of them for sure. Why would you be asking about that right now though?

It felt like his mind was lagging, syllables of words spilling through his lips but not able to form a single word, let alone a sentence. What did you want to hear? “You leaving me…” He finally whispered, the words muffled in the fabric of the comforter. “That scares me the most. I’m terrified right now…” He answered honestly, lifting his face to look at you, watching the way your eyes seemed to be scanning the ceiling, or maybe you were just thinking really hard and he wished that he could read your mind.

“Maybe I should do that then… right?” You posed, finally looking at him as the last word slipped past your lips. “Since you think I’m gonna do it anyway.” Those were his words… not exactly the same, but he finally understood why you had asked. Why did they feel so different hearing them from you though? He would never cheat, but right now it really felt like you were going to leave him, and when you started to kick the blankets away from your body, his heart sank.

It felt like he had been punched right in the gut, all the air leaving his lungs in one puff. “Don’t… Please don’t… Stay with me… I’m sorry!” He rambled, tripping over his words, his mouth moving faster than his mind at this point. He was gripping onto the sheets, his eyes already filled with tears as he looked up at you, still on his knees as you stood above him. Oh, how the roles had reversed right now, it was like he was handing all of the power he had felt over to you, and if that’s what it took to keep you from walking out that front door, he’d do it.

“I was… I was stretching my back…” You stammered, your head cocked to the side as you looked down at him. “That couch is the worst.” You added, but when you looked closer at him, you could see the reflection of the tv screen on the tears that rolled down his cheeks. “Even if I wanted to leave you… which I don’t… I’d have nowhere to go at this hour anyway. Can’t believe you woke me up right now…” You rolled your neck which cracked loudly in the silence of the room, but he was momentarily stunned by what you had said.

You weren’t leaving… you didn’t want to leave… He felt so… weak, but so strong at the same time. Is that the way that love was supposed to make you feel? “Well why the hell did you pick the couch? You could have just kept the door locked and made me sleep on the couch.” He said teasingly, pushing himself up off the floor and wrapping his arms around you, melting against you when you didn’t pull away from him.

“Because you wouldn’t have stopped knocking and I wouldn’t have been able to sleep, I know you.” You retorted teasingly, pushing yourself up on your toes to kiss him. “But next time something like this happens, I’m getting a hotel because I’m not downgrading to the fucking couch again, that shit sucks.”

He huffed softly, his hands lowering down your back to grip your ass, his voice low as he leaned closer, his hot breath clinging to the shell of your ear as his lips lingered right beside it. “You won’t have to worry about that because this shit is never happening again.” His fingers dug into the fabric of your shorts as he pulled you closer to him, your chest pressed close against his. “You’re never leaving me, I won’t allow it. I’m yours… So that means you’re mine.”

You hummed quietly, the sound low and throaty as you walked your fingers along his upper arms, your tongue poking out of the corner of your mouth. “Mmm… I love the possessive act… and I’d totally let you fuck me right now if my back wasn’t already thrown out from trying to get comfortable all night. Maybe tomorrow, Hyunnie.” You kissed his chest, just above the collar of his shirt before pulling back, letting out a loud yawn as you grabbed the blanket off the couch and lazily walked to the bedroom. “Come on Kkami… We have the bed back.” You tiredly called out, and he watched as Kkami jumped off the couch and eagerly followed behind you.

You were perfect, you were sweet, adorable, sexy, sassy, tough… You were everything, and you were his. You had one thing wrong though… It wasn’t an act, and the possessiveness that he felt only grew stronger as he watched you walk through the bedroom door.

It took him a couple seconds to finally join you in the bedroom, climbing under the blankets beside you. “Thought you were going to test out the couch, see what I was talking about…” You mused, scooting closer to him and letting out a soft sigh when his arm draped over your waist. “I was about to take up the whole bed.”

He snorted softly, rolling his eyes as he got comfortable. “As if you won’t do that anyway.” He teased, his hands rubbing up and down your side as he stared down at you, letting himself be enveloped in the warmth of you beside him, a warmth that he thought he’d never feel again. “Oh… Here…” He pulled his hand back long enough to pull the promise ring from his pinky, grabbing your hand to slide it back to its rightful place. “You dropped it earlier.”

“Ahh…” You hummed, wiggling your fingers before curling your hand up against your chest, the ring pressed against your heart, and whether you did it on purpose or whether it was completely accidental, it was significant to him.

“Never take it off again… promise me you won’t…” He whispered, his hand returning to its place on your side, his thumb rubbing circles in the little bit of skin that had been exposed from your shirt riding up. You hummed softly in agreement, your eyes fluttering shut before snapping open again, god, you were adorable. He leaned in to press a kiss to your forehead, smiling to himself when you tried to tilt your head up so he could kiss your lips instead and quickly pulling back. “Mmm… not tonight, baby. You’re tired, we’re tired. Get some sleep.”

As if on command, your eyes shut and not long after, your lips formed into a small o as lulled breaths poured out. Jealousy was sickening… but the thought of losing you was far worse, more nauseating than anything else.

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anonymouspuzzler · 8 days

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HELLO AND THANK YOU QUESTION ASKERS OF THIS GAY EARTH here are your question answers

1) Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who’s the favorite? - Answered this one here and here!

2) Can they take care of a plant?

Of the three, Minnie seems the most likely to do so successfully - she's into biology and chemistry, so at the very least she kinda understand the theory of what care plants need on that level. Buck and Davey could probably manage if they had to, but I think Buck would get super stressed out about possibly killing the plant, and Davey just doesn't have a lot of gardening-specific experience.

8) Do complex puzzles intrigue or frustrate them?

It depends on the type of puzzle and, honestly, whether or not they're doing well with it. Davey I think is mostly intrigued and much harder to frustrate, Minnie's mostly intrigued but will get frustrated fast if she doesn't get it right away, and Buck almost certainly would be frustrated nine times out of ten (he's got a lot of hangups and self-consciousness around his intelligence). Present it to him as "hey can you puzzle out how to rebuild this busted car engine", though, and he might swap over to intrigued.

9) Do they empathize with non-sentient things (dolls, plants, books…)? - Answered this one here!

11) They’ve won the lottery. Spend, or save?

For Buck and Davey, probably save, if only on the technicality of "if we get noticed suddenly blowing huge amounts of cash someone will come after us due to We Are Wanted Criminals". I think they could both be tempted to spend at least a bit, though - maybe just a couple new kitchen appliances and a PS5 shipped to a PO box, you know... Minnie is 13 and has no self control she would blow thousands of dollars in a Hot Topic within the hour

13) Name one thing their parents taught them.

Buck's dad and, in turn, Minnie's dad after him, taught each of them how to throw a punch pretty much as soon as they reasonably could. (Whether or not they succeeded is a different question.) Buck's mom, on the other hand, taught him how to block. I think Minnie learned how to read from her mom. Davey learned computer security stuff from his dad, and his mom taught him Spanish. (She tried very, very valiantly to teach him to cook, but he's got the exact inverse of a natural talent there.)

14) Would they agree with the term ‘guilty pleasure’? Do they have any?

All of Buck's pleasures are guilty because he has an anxiety disorder. Minnie and Davey I think have very opposite views on the subject - Minnie thinks 'guilty pleasures' are fake and stupid, because if you're feeling so guilty about it why bother liking it, idiot? (But then in actuality she is extremely self-conscious about Liking Things, because being genuine and vulnerable is cringe.) Davey, on the other hand, is like yeah guilty pleasures are for sure a thing, I got tons of them, even though in actuality he carries next to no guilt over even the trashiest garbage he likes.

15) What would they consider a waste of time– other than school or work?

Buck's kind of got a weird relationship with leisure activities in general - he doesn't really "get" sitting down to watch TV or play a video game or something like that. (Nothing against it, and he'll hang out with the TV on once and a while, but he doesn't really seek it out as an activity.) Davey, meanwhile, doesn't really see the point of some chores and social nicety-type stuff (look, he's sorry, he's not gonna make the fucking bed, he's just messing it up again in like 12 hours). Minnie, outside of thinking pretty much all chores are a waste of time (at least for her. Uncle Buck can do as much laundry as he wants), definitely thinks her superhero training-slash-superhero work in general is a waste of time.

16) If money wasn’t a limit, what would they wear? - Answered this one here!

27) Forgiveness or vengeance (or…)?

Minnie's all in on vengeance, while Buck, contrary to popular interpretation, at least wants to be the forgiving type. Davey's kind of in-between, edging more towards vengeance - if nothing else, he's the type who will begrudgingly give you a second chance if you genuinely attempt to make amends, but he will never forget what you did.

#anonymous puzzler answers #laurzzz #caesar-the-day #villain coded comic #anonymous puzzler originals #long post #hi i had to do a teaching demonstration today i tired forever #god forbid if i ever end up teaching a class and one of you is there you have to pretend you don't know me i mean this so genuinely okay.

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m4ndysk4nkovich · 8 months

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U srsly don't understand the debbie and fiona situation. Plz answer my ask and don't delete it. As an older sister, if my younger sister told me she was pregnant at 14, I would honestly react the same way fiona did. You clearly are a younger sister. You need to think from fionas pov too. Debbie was young and stupid, yes, but she knew what she was doing. She asked for that. I'm usually not a big fiona fan but I totally agree with her in this situation. PLZ ANSWER MY ASK DONT DELETE.

i won’t delete it, and for the record, i’m an older sister.

you can have your own opinions, and i can have mine, but what i will say is that i fucking understand it. i’ve watched the show multiple times and looked at it through different perspectives, and this is my blog and my opinion so i’d say that i fucking get it. my views are based on both facts and opinions. for the record, neither one of them was “right” in that situation, they both sucked, and shameless is told from the perspective of frank as he’s the narrator, so it wasn’t written for one of them to be right or wrong.

if my fourteen year old sister came to me and said she was pregnant i would react how lip did and i would say that i just wanted what was best for her. whether it be having an abortion or giving birth, i would want her to do what she pleases because it’s her body and her choice. was having a child a good thing for her financially and mentally? no, but she ended up okay and again, her decision. if my fourteen year old sister came to me pregnant i would not tackle her, force her to get an abortion, or kick her to the curb. she was fucking fourteen.

and like i said, i am an older sister. i am the parentified eldest daughter, just like fiona. i grew up the oldest with a mentally ill mother who chose many questionable men over me (LIKE FIONA) and had a kid way after me with a man who treated me like shit. in my family, i am the fiona, and that assumption is just stupid. i understand a lot of fiona’s actions because been there, done that. but i would NEVER do what fiona did to debbie. as stupid as it was, i would fucking never.

and i have thought about it from fiona’s pov. the first time watching it, i was 100% team debbie from the start but i tried to put that aside and focus on fiona’s pov like everyone else and everytime i did i found it reasonable, but not reasonable enough. she still kicked out her homeless teen sister (who she was supposed to be taking care of), she still tackled her pregnant, minor, sister, she still treated said sister like shit. i don’t give a fuck what debbie did or said to her because she was the kid and fiona was the adult.

yeah, she asked for that, and she lived with the consequences! she ruined her life and cared for franny and guess what? she succeeded. she had a kid and raised her all by herself and fiona didn’t need to lift a finger, just as debbie wanted it.

anyways, i think that your assumptions that i don’t understand fiona are unreasonable, i think that you saying i seriously don’t understand the situation is not only disrespectful but wrong, i think that YOU need to look at debbie’s perspective, and i think that i fucking love debbie. if you don’t like what i say then just move on and block me. or, tell me your @ so i can block you.

#shameless #debbie gallagher #fiona gallagher #shameless meta #season 6 #shameless us #i feel like i’m going to regret this post but whatever i’m pissed off now #anon ask #franny gallagher #frances gallagher #i don’t really like talking that much about my life like i did but fuck you for that

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darklydeliciousdesires · 2 years

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The Thief of your Heart - A Chibs Telford/Abi Maguire (OC) Story.

So, because I am SO EXCITED to share, and also because my lovely @vulgar-display-of-escapism is likely to hunt me down and smack me over the head with a large book until I relent, here is the first chapter of my new story, y’all! It isn’t exactly canon as you’ll see, but somewhat follows S3 of SOA. Also, I’ve embelished actual history a little, where the troubles in Northern Ireland are concerned.

The title comes from the song, You Made me the thief of your Heart, by Sinead O’Connor, which I reccomend you listen to, as it’s THEIR song. It fits them perfectly. Notes as well, you’ll see on the story banner two separate photo’s for the lead characters, The top pics are how they appear in the past, the flashbacks we will go into to see how they once were, and the bottom pics are them present day in the story.

And now, to sit here and chew my nails off in anticipation over whether you guys think it’s any good or not!

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Words - 4,347

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI!

The atmosphere in the clubhouse was tense. A father broken from the snatching of his infant son, and a band of brothers determined to do whatever it took to locate the child again.

“Nah, I don’t trust anything that comes from Jimmy.”

Clay’s eyebrows twitched, rolling his cigar between his thumb and forefinger. “Right now, Chibs, that’s all we have.” He then contemplated his next words carefully, his small, blue eyes studying him from across the table, glittering through the plume of pungent smoke. “Unless you reach out to her.”

His reaction was immediate, visceral, agitated. Exactly as he presumed it would be.

“No, no fucking way.”

“If she knows whether Jimmy is lying about Abel not being in Belfast, she’ll tell you,” Clay reasoned quietly, those in the know over the woman whom he referred to all watching Chibs closely, those in the dark looking like they were missing the vital pieces in the jigsaw puzzle that was Clay’s request.

Chibs took a deep breath, his hands beginning to tingle, a feeling not unlike being hit by the harsh cold of a winter morning back in his homeland spreading through his chest. “I have’nae spoken to her for just shy of fifteen years, you know that. I don’t even have a contact for her, lest know where she is. Running guns through Africa is the last I heard, Jimmy keeping her out of the way.”

Clay raised his eyebrows, sniffing. “It was just a thought.”

“Wait, who is...” Jax began, turning to Chibs, looking between him and Clay.

“Ahh, fuck!” He was out of his chair and through the doors, Jax making a start to go after him.

“Leave him, son,” Clay advised, gesturing back to the seat he’d just risen from.

“Does somebody wanna fill me the fuck in on what I’m missing here? What this mystery woman might know about where my son is?” he asked, looking between his stepfather, Tig, Bobby and Piney, the four men who wore it upon their faces, the knowing looks of men who were under no illusion as to why their brother had torn a speedy escape out of the room.

“Yeah, who is this woman, and why did he, well...” Juice questioned, gesticulating at the open door.

Clay took a long pull on his cigar, leaning back in his chair. “The woman is Abigail Maguire, daughter of Michael Maguire, may he rest,” he began. Of course, the name Michael Maguire wasn’t lost on anyone at the table. He was a legend, one-time leader, succeeded by a tenure as one of the kings of the IRA until his passing from liver cancer fifteen years previously. “She’s the reason why Chibs was kicked out of Ireland. He had an affair with her, back when he was thirty-one, and she seventeen.”

“Damn,” Juice exclaimed quietly, his eyes widening a touch.

“Hey man, don’t judge him. We’ve all been there,” Tig contributed with a pointed finger, Opie snorting.

“Speak for yourself and your desire for underage pussy.”

“She wasn’t underage,” Clay quickly interjected, not willing for anyone to be misinformed at Chibs' expense. “Age of consent in Northern Ireland is seventeen, so he wasn’t in Tig territory.”

“Hey, fuck you man. She told me she was eighteen,” the man himself spoke, a rumble of laughter going around the table.

“But obviously, ole’ Mickey Maguire didn’t see if that way, to learn one of his own had been piledriving his little girl on the regular, no matter that Abi wasn’t exactly a particularly normal teenage kid,” Clay then added.

“You can say that again,” Piney gruffed from the other end of the table. “The way Mickey raised his girls; I was always convinced it was to punish them for not being the boys he wanted. The fact that they thrived on the lifestyle he threw them into like a pair of goddamned javelins was likely a plus in his eyes.”

Clay then embellished further. “Michael had two daughters, Monica and Abigail, both of whom he raised as if they were sons. They were shooting guns at nine and able to build bombs at twelve, neither really had much of a regular childhood, being raised as soldiers for the cause. By the time they’d finished school, that’s exactly what they were, full time foot soldiers for the army. Lookouts, snipers, bomb builders, you name it, they did it. And they did it well, believe me. My ole’ lady claims there are only three women in this world who scare her. Abi is one of them.”

“And her sister?” Jax broached.

“Dead. Shot by the British military, the perpetrator of her demise picked off by Abi from a nearby rooftop during a riot. Shot him in the throat and took great pleasure in watching him choke to death on his own blood. Anyway, that’s how she met Chibs. By that point, he was patched into SAMBEL, but still pulled his weight for the cause.

“That was, until Michael found out about him and Abi, his last dying wish to punish him so greatly for it, he’d wish he was dead, those wishes handed to him via Jimmy O. Banished from Ireland, with scars to remind him of what he’d done whenever he looked in the mirror. Michael’s vengeance was cold, even from beyond the grave. He could have easily killed him, but he did worse. He made it so he lost his family, his club, his army and Abi, all in one fell swoop. He came over here, patched into SAMCRO, and never spoke of it. That explains why you three didn’t know.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Jax exclaimed, rubbing his chin, shaking his head.

“We only know because McGee clued us in prior to his arrival,” Bobby offered.

“And he told me once, when he was out of his head on scotch,” Tig then spoke.

“Hold on, I thought members of the army couldn’t be ex-communicated for personal reasons?” Opie then questioned, taking a long drag on his cigarette.

“A rule that’s kinda made moot if you spend just over a year bangin’ on one of the king’s daughters, son,” his father confirmed, Jax then standing as he lit a cigarette, heading out in the same direction Chibs had torn a path in. He found him outside, sitting on one of the tables in the dark, a bottle of Glenfiddich in his hand, swigging the contents.

“I assume Clay filled you in,” he spoke, taking the cigarette he was offered with thanks.

“He did,” Jax confirmed, climbing onto the table to sit next to him. “After what I just heard, I understand your reluctance, but brother, anything you could do to help me find Abel, and I gotta ask you to take that shot.”

Chibs sighed, rubbing his face with his hand. “Jimmy won’t have said anything to her, I can bet on that. Because of the circumstances, as I said, the last I heard she was back and forth between Ireland and Libya mainly, Cameroon and Nigeria also, arms dealing to the LIFG and Boko Haram. She’s out there specifically to be kept out of Fiona’s way. As you can imagine, there’s a whole lotta bad blood there. Jimmy only keeps her around because she’s a vital asset. The Libyan lads will only deal with a Maguire, out of respect for Michael, so yeah, last I heard, she was gun running,” he explained. “If it means we get a solid lead on the wee bairn, though, I’ll try. I’ll reach out to one of the lads in Belfast, see if I can get her number.”

Jax was impressed at her mettle. “Dealing with Africa, huh?”

Chibs laughed a small burst through his nose. “Aye. Suits her down to the ground. That lass is hard as fuckin’ nails. They won’t have known what hit ‘em when they first met her. I sure as fuck didn’t.”

He was intrigued. “Tell me?”

Chibs took another glug of scotch, closing his eyes, seeing her there. He’d never not. She was burned into him, like a branding. “Tell you what, Jackie boy? How I broke myself apart for that girl, shattered my life, ruined my marriage and lost everything because I couldn’t keep my dick in my pants when some hot little piece of Irish gash gave me the come on?”

He smirked a little, taking a drag on his cigarette. “It’s as good a place to start as any.”

Chibs laughed, albeit a quiet, dead laugh of no sparkle or joy. A dark laugh of remembrance. “I did resist her at first. That girl, though. She was a fucking spitfire, likely still is. Her flirting had all the fuckin’ subtlety of smacking a concrete post with a lump hammer. I told her over and over that I was married, and because of that, I wouldn’t fuck her.

“That was all until one afternoon, after she’d thrown a fucking grenade at a paddy wagon and scarpered on foot. She was meant to be a lookout on an arms deal, and fair enough, the lassie made damned sure her actions meant most of the coppers could’nae follow the club, but I had to make sure she was alright, so I ran after her. It would have been on all of our heads if Mickey Maguire’s little girl had come to a sticky end. So, we outran ‘em, ended up ducking into this old, abandoned church to lay low, the place still rubble after it had been bombed out a few years previously...”

Belfast, 1994.

“Where in god’s name did you get that grenade from?” Chibs panted, sitting behind a pew in the ruins of the old altar of Our Lady of Lima, Abi at his side, pulling her cigarettes from the oversized camouflage jacket she wore.

Lighting up after throwing one onto his lap, she winked, licking her lip. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

He scoffed, staring at her with incredulity. “Well, that is why I was asking you, hen.”

“Me da’s cache, if you must know. Don’t worry, I didn’t rob it from McGee.”

“I should think taking it from your da is a shite side worse if he finds out. Guns only. No heavy fuckin’ artillery.” Her grin did nothing but grow wider, pleased with herself, Chibs snorting. “What the fuck am I gonna do with ye, girl?”

“Pin me down and fuck me?” He should have seen that one coming.

“Abi.” His tone was warning, but he couldn’t hide the small, smug uptilt of his mouth. She could lust after anyone she wanted, looking the way that she did, but no. Abi Maguire solely coveted him. Sexy, long, light blonde hair, blue eyes perpetually made even sultrier by a liberal smudge of black kohl, great tits, beautiful legs, a body that thoroughly begged to be touched. And she wanted him.

She learned around, until she was imposing his direct line of vision. “You want to, though.”

“Never said I didn’t, pet. I said I wouldn’t.”

“Why?”

He sighed, running a hand through his dark hair and down his face. “You’re Mickey’s daughter.”

“I’m not about to tell him.”

“I’m married.”

She snorted softly. “You’re an outlaw! Since when have you guys been particularly known for your fidelity?”

“You’re seventeen, for Christ’s sakes!”

“Eighteen in two weeks. Besides, seventeen is legal, you wouldn’t get into trouble.”

He groaned slightly, closing his eyes. “Morally, it isn’t right. I’m fourteen years older than you.”

“I know, that’s why I want you so badly,” she began, taking another drag on her cigarette, stretching her legs out. Those legs, Christ. He dreamed of those beautiful, long legs, dreamed of them wrapping around him as he railed her until she screamed. “I’m fed up of boys who don’t have a clue what they’re doing. I need a man between my legs, and you know I want that man to be you.”

It was always the same, whenever they were alone. She was slowly eroding at him, like water perpetually dripping onto a rock, indenting its surface, wearing it down. Wearing him down. “You’re not going to let me keep suffering bad sex, are you, Filip? I bet you dick down like a goddamned champion, don’t you?”

The erosion... lord, was it wearing thin.

He looked her up and down, his heart beginning to race. “Aye. But you’re not finding that out first hand, young lady.”

She poked out her bottom lip, a tactic rarely used by Abi. She didn’t do cute. She did unabashed, unashamed she devil, and by the saints, did she do it well. “It can be my birthday present?”

Her suggestion had him laughing, drawing fiercely on his cigarette. “You know Fi would scratch your eyes out, if she even so much as caught a whiff of how brazen you are with me, don’t you?”

Her face was deriding at such a prospect. “Your wife doesn’t frighten me, big guy.”

His eyebrows rose, his eyes widening a fraction. “She should.”

She scrunched her nose, shaking her head. “But you know I’m not easily scared.”

True, she most definitely was not. She was Mickey Maguire’s daughter, after all. She was raised to be an immovable force, scared of nothing, answerable to no one. Except Michael himself. She was perhaps one of the most fearless people he’d ever met, and still at such a tender age. She had no qualms about walking into gunfire while wielding a rifle, hell, he’d witnessed her do it enough times. McGee often voiced that if she were a fella, he’d patch her in.

A somewhat uneasy silence followed, uneasy for Chibs, as he felt himself pressed down under the weight of her stare, taking out his hip flask and swigging a mouthful back, handing it to her when she gestured. Her father would punch his lights out just for that, giving his daughter alcohol. He reasoned though, that she was only two weeks away from being able of drink legally. “You know I’d be content just to have you once, don’t you? It wouldn’t have to be a regular thing.”

And still she continued. Good god, she’d be the death of him.

“It isn’t even gonna be a onetime thing, Abi, because I’ve told you no enough times now.” His words were all refusal, but the way he looked at her, oh. She knew what want looked like. It was right there in his dark eyes, every time they fell upon her.

“But you don’t mean it.” Moving, she grabbed the back of his long legs, lowering his bent knees enough to climb astride him, his slender thighs hot against her almost bare legs. Almost, bar the pair of fishnet tights she wore beneath her casual black dress. “Maybe when I know you mean it, I’ll quit asking.”

“Abi, stop.” The way she looked at him, god in heaven. No woman had ever looked at him like that in his life, her want rampant, unabashed, her need for him palpable. It was so strong he swore, he could even smell it, her desire for him as it bubbled in the air between them.

Her hands reached for his neck, the muscles cording beneath her fingertips, making lust twist strongly within him, a jolt he could barely contain. “You don’t mean it,” she breathed, leaning closer, her lips following her fingers, her hands at his chest, feeling his heart hammering like a war drum. “And you never have.” Another kiss touched to his stubbly throat, pressing herself against his crotch, her pulse flipping wildly when she felt his hands on her hips, his chest rising and falling faster.

Her beautiful pout curled into a sultry grin, Abi knowing that she had him, witnessing his resolve disassembling itself. Finally, she was going to receive what she wanted, what she had been steadily stirring for; a very aroused, very pent-up outlaw, let loose upon her.

To his credit, he attempted to hold onto it, the last remaining shards of his resolve. Like a cowboy in a futile struggle to tighten the lasso around the neck of an unruly bull and bring it under control, except it was too furious, what he felt inside, roaring, charging, kicking for release. It was at the point where if he didn’t simply let go of that rope, it would damage him, tear up his insides, gore at the soft spots within him where she’d weakened his well-built walls. So, he did what any man would do. He released the rope and let it charge.

It took her by surprise, to have his mouth suddenly fly at hers, kissing her in a way that made her cunt pulse instantly, his tongue fighting into her mouth, arms locking around her, her entire being buzzing with elation. Finally, she had Fillip Telford exactly where she wanted him; between her legs, kissing the life out of her. His hands led paths of scorching heat over her body, feeling her at last, relishing in the contact he’d craved, his touch reaching the apex of her thighs, two handfuls of fishnet material grasped, torn with a loud rip, her underwear decimated with matching hunger.

She gasped a shuddered breath into his mouth, bowled over by such prowess, manliness and intense craving, his fingers meeting her already dewy folds and stroking her, her hips shuddering immediately at the contact. “Is that what you wanted, you bad, bad girl?”

She cried out as two fingers pushed within her, arms winding around him tighter as he immediately sought spots inside her no boy of her past had ever been skilled enough to find. “Oh, god yes!” she wailed, kissing him again with burning lust, the want within her chaotic as she was assailed by fingers that knew exactly what they were doing. Little sobs welled in her throat as the press of his fingertips had glimmers skittering through her like little lightning bolts, his mouth breaking from hers, burying at the side of her neck, the rush of tingles consuming her, Abi feeling almost high on him.

He was that cold, then hot rush from a shot of whiskey, the moment of pain just before a burn if one held their finger to close to an open flame, the adrenaline that preceded the squeeze of a trigger. He was everything that shouldn’t have felt good, but did; and he eclipsed it all. Her slick muscles began to pulse around him, his fingers circling, the heel of his palm pressing to her clit, rocking back and forth, evoking a high-pitched cry the likes of which made his cock throb. She could feel it, hot and hard against her thigh, and boy, it felt big.

His mouth consumed hers once more, sucking her tongue, biting her lower lip, his free hand pawing at her dress, Abi shaking her jacket off and untangling her arms from the straps, his hand yanking the front down, gripping her neck and pushing her back, teeth biting down on her nipples in turn. Oh, he was savage. Exactly how she’d expected him to be, but it was with the kind of finesse that only came from a man with an abundance of experience. He knew what to do with a woman.

Her neurons buzzed, the synopses snapping wildly, tingles rushing through her as she began to purl against his hand, seeking greater friction, Chibs sensing it, driving his hand against her harder, adding speed, mouth sucking a purple welt at her neck, his heart going into overdrive as she began to gasp and uncontrollably. Her hands grasped at his dark hair as it came for her, like a billion lights firing into life beneath her skin, her cunt spasming, her clit oversensitive, the rush charging, her entire sex throbbing as she came for him, hard, rolling and unrelenting, much like him.

No one had ever made her cum before. Not even herself.

The aftermath was tingling, tight and throbbing, Abi knocked sideways. As if a man could make her feel like that, just with one hand. “So, that’s what an orgasm feels like, then,” she panted, resting her forehead to his, watching him grin with self-satisfaction at hearing such a revelation.

He kissed her, dirty and slow, removing his fingers from within her, shrugging himself out of his jacket and kutte. “Do you want another one?”

“Aye.” He kissed her again, laying her back upon the altar, her hands tugging his t shirt off as he undid his belt and jeans, freeing his cock, and against any kind of sense, logic or reason, burying it within her. “Oh my fucking god, that’s big!” she gasped, laughing with utter delight.

“Aye.” His mimic had her laughing into the kisses they shared, fervent and hungry, her hands roaming his tattooed arms as she undulated her hips up into him, loving the feeling of being filled and stretched out, the pace even and rolling to begin with, their sync perfect. “God damnit, you are so fucking beautiful, and shit, if yours isn’t about the fuckin’ most gorgeous cunt I’ve ever been inside of.”

Those words made her feel elated, their kisses heating up as he began to breech her with more urgency, cock hitting her summit as the need for greater friction consumed him, fucking her right there in the ruins of a place where sinners had confessed their misdeeds, knowing at some point or another he’d feel guilt for his own, but not then, not in that moment, balls deep in the last girl he ever should have allowed himself to be. Her father would have him shot. His wife would vow to do it for him.

Her nails grazed his back, her soft moans becoming louder, legs winding around him as his thrusts became completely uncontained in all out frenzy. “Oh Jesus, fuck. Fuck me, Fil.” she purred. And he did. And it was brutal. It was everything she had ever fantasised it would be. He was everything she fantasised he would be. She drank him in, knowing he’d be resolute that this wouldn’t ever happen again, savouring the feeling of his cock arrowing her soaking centre deeply, her nerves buzzing, pleasure streaking through her like a hail of shooting stars beneath her skin.

Each hot, rhythmic grind against her walls had her fluttering madly, the breath knocked from her. Yes, he was ferocious with her, but it wasn’t a mindless battering of her innermost sacred area. He fucked her with purpose, knew exactly how to align his cock so it yielded nothing but pleasure within her, his groans hungry at her neck, hands pawing at her, lost and adrift on the vast sea that was sex with a horny, gorgeous young woman.

It became so intense, Abi was unsure whether she was pulling back or driving against him, the sizzle of pleasure igniting her down to her very bones as his thrusts became staccato, both of them hurtling towards sweet, throbbing culmination. The heat snapped like a tempest, her thighs going rigid around him, his diligence tipping her into the swell of heaven, filling her with thick ribbons of cum as his teeth clamped on her neck.

He continued to move in a slow glide within her, everything softening, his hands cupping her cheeks, kissing her, both fighting to breathe, until his chest suddenly stilled in rigidity, his eyes widening. “Tell me I haven’t possibly just knocked you up.”

“No, I’m on the pill.”

“Oh, thank fuck.” He rested his head to her shoulder, chest still heaving, waiting for it, the guilty feeling to smack him harder than a spiked bat. It didn’t. He just swam in post-frenzied tingles, not wanting to pull out of her, wishing it had lasted longer, but knowing himself, and knowing right there and then, it wouldn’t be the last time he was inside of her.

“So, once wasn’t enough then, obviously,” Jax commented, back in the present, Chibs’ mouth twisting at one side, his head cocking slightly.

“Aw, hell no.” They shared laughter there, Chibs sighing. “I banged that girl so fucking much, I’m surprised she could still bloody walk.” He passed the bottle to his friend, Jax taking it, swigging a mouthful before handing it back.

“I sense that’s not all, though.”

Oh, how right he was, and how it still burned through Chibs. It would never stop, never leave him be. He’d never find peace from it. “I loved her, Jackson. I fell so fuckin’ hard in love with Abi, I’m yet to feel that love fade. Doubt it ever will, truth be told.”

And there it was, what he lived with, what had haunted him like a ghost for the past fifteen years. The ghost of Abigail Maguire, his one true love. Of course, he had once thought that woman to be Fiona, the woman he was still married to, the one who flat out refused to divorce him out of pure spite so he could never marry Abi, should she ever be free to follow him to America.

He closed his eyes, seeing her there, back in her flat in Belfast, smiling at him as she stroked his face, leaning down to kiss him.

“I love you so much, CB.” CB, crazy baby, as he fondly called her. Because she was crazy, and she was his baby, and she’d never not be. He could be with a hundred women, and likely had been in the time between, and still never even feel one eighth the way he felt when he was with her. All the time and oceans that separated them would never change that, either.

Jax left him to it, returning to the clubhouse while Chibs pulled out his phone, calling the person he knew would likely have what he needed. “Seamus, how are ye, lad? Aye, not too bad. Listen, I’ve a wee favour to ask. Have you got a contact number for Abi? Right, text it to me, then. Thanks, brother.”

His heart almost somersaulted clean out of his chest when his phone beeped with the message five minutes later.

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