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mayfieldss · 3 years

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It's perfect - Bucky Barnes

Warnings: None just a lot of Bucky fluff

AN: It's my birthday so i wrote a fluffy birthday fic

You awoke to the feeling of a gentle kiss to your cheek, a smile spreading wide across your face as you hear the familiar voice of the man you loved. "Happy birthday doll" Bucky whispers against your ear and you can feel his scruff brush against your cheek as he brings his lips back, resting his head on the pillow. Opening your eyes slowly the beautiful sight of Bucky in the morning hits you just like it does every day. The soft blue of his eyes and the warmth of his sleepy smile. His messy hair and his tired voice. You chuckle as you bring you hand up to meet his cheek running your fingers over his jaw.

"Morning" you mutter still tired but unable to close your eyes, the view in front of you being to powerful.

You feel the warmth of Buckys skin as his hand touches your waist and lingers there for a moment.

"It's my birthday" you mumble and the smile on his face grows, full of amusement and adoration as his pulls you into him.

"It sure is". He pecks your lips and you close your eyes as he presses a kiss to your forehead lovingly. "I have a surprise for you".

You lift your head up to look at him, a hundred thoughts running through your brain. "A surprise?" Your voice was soft with sleep and you snuggled further into Buckys chest. You could feel him smile against your hair as sleep crept up on you again and you barely noticed the bed dipping beside you as Bucky got up, unraveling you from his arms. You reached out for him moments later only to have your hand meet an empty space on the bed, the sheets still warm from his presence. Groaning in frustration at how cold it felt in the bed without him you pulled the blankets up over your head, enveloping yourself in darkness and warmth. Minutes passed as you dozed off multiple times waking only with the few loud clangs coming from somewhere in the house until finally Bucky returned. There was a gentle humming, soft and deep coming from the doorway and getting louder as he approached the bed. You recognized the tune as 'Happy birthday' and you pulled the covers down just below your eyes to see the man you loved so dearly holding a tray piled with food.

"You made me breakfast?" You gasp feeling heat growing in your cheeks as you blushed. The sweet gesture made your heart do flips and you pulled the blankets down the rest of the way as Bucky laid the food in front of you. "Buck you really didn't have to" you mutter marveling at the stack of pancakes. They were slightly burnt, Buckys cooking skills not being the best, but covered in syrup just how he knew you liked them.

"Anything for you doll" Bucky smiles as you reached out to him careful not to knock the tray of food. You give him a short hug and kiss him on the cheek before digging into the breakfast in bed.

"I didn't know what you would like so I made a bit of everything" Bucky scratches the back of his neck unsure how you liked the food he made. He knew he wasn't a professional chef but he had tried his best to follow the recipes that google had given him.

"It's amazing Buck" you mumble your cheeks stuffed with pancakes. "You want some?".

Bucky shook his head no, letting you enjoy the rest of your breakfast. He was too nervous to eat anything anyway. He felt sick to the stomach over the gift he'd got you, unsure that you'd like it. He had been doubting himself for weeks but Sam had told him not to stress saying you would love anything he gave you. Even though he knew what his friend said was true he was still worried. He watched as you devoured the rest of the food and he smiled at the fact he might have done at least one thing right.

When you looked up at him after moving the now empty tray aside, you reached out to pull him back into bed beside you. Bucky chuckled taking your hands in his.

"If your ready to get up I have something else to give you".

You shake your head pulling him closer "Bucky, breakfast was enough-" your words fail you as Bucky pulls you to your feet before scooping you up in his arms and carrying you bridal style out of the bedroom.

"Bucky!" You laugh as he spins around with you in his arms before dropping you on the couch.

You giggle, unable to control the childish laugh that escapes your lips, Grabbing a hold of Buckys metal hand and hugging it to your chest. "That was fun" you kiss the cool metal of his knuckles before letting him help you into a sitting position.

"Close your eyes doll" Bucky instructs as you grab a pillow and bury you face in it's soft material. You do as you're told not peeking, even once until Bucky brushes a hand across your face. "Open".

You open your eyes to see Bucky kneeling in front of you with a beautiful bouquet of flowers. He kisses your hand like the old fashioned gentleman he is "For the beautiful lady".

You take the flowers and bring them to your nose, the sweet smell of pollen taking over your senses. "They're beautiful Buck".

"Not as beautiful as you" you look up, the cheesy line making you giggle again as you come face to face with Buckys lopsided grin.

Bucky moves up onto the couch, pulling you onto his lap. You lean into him as you admire the flowers, inspecting every petal in all its beauty. You feel the warmth of Buckys lips as he kisses your shoulder tenderly "I think it's time for presents".

You turn your head to gape at him "Bucky you really didn't need to get me anything".

You had never liked people spending money on you, as nice as it was to receive things and you felt unworthy of all the gifts he was giving you. Bucky had gone through so much trouble already to make you breakfast and get you beautiful flowers and you didn't expect anything more from him. But you should've known his hopeless romantic personality would have led to this.

"It's your birthday doll, I'm gonna spoil you" Bucky laughs tickling your sides before pulling two perfectly wrapped gifts out from under the couch cushions.

"How the hell did I not see those?" You frown as Bucky takes the flowers from your hands putting them on the table in front of you. "I have no idea" Bucky presses the first gift into you palm, a small box wrapped in sliver paper. You look up at him pressing a kiss to his cheek "Thankyou".

"You don't even know what it is yet" Bucky chuckles rubbing your upper arm. You could tell he was nervous about giving you whatever was inside the box though he was trying his best to hide it. "Any gift from you is the best gift Buck" you smile sweetly at him before Bucky turns your attention back to the gift, placing his hands on top of yours, you unwrap the box together. He watches as you carefully take off the lid a small gasp escaping your lips.

"If you don't like it, that's okay-" you cut him off "I love it Bucky" you speak eyes fixed to the small golden locket engraved with the words "till the end of the line".

You run your fingers over the small cursive letters before turning to Bucky.

"It's for when I'm away, so I can always be with you" Buckys voice was shy and he watched your face anxiously waiting for any sign you didn't like the gift.

"Is it too much? It's too much isn't it? It's okay if you don't like it, i can take it back".

You chuckle to yourself as Bucky continues to ramble on. Placing the box on the arm of the couch you spin your body round on Buckys lap so you are facing him. Putting your hands on the side of his face you kiss him, forcing him into silence. When you pull away you rest your forehead on his "I love it Buck. I absolutely love it". You visibly see him relax and he presses his lips to yours again as his hands find your waist. "One more gift doll" Bucky whispers, his lips brushing yours. You sigh at how much he is spoiling you and place your hands on his shoulders. "You have to help me put the locket on first"

Getting up from your place on his lap you pick up the gold chain, holding it out to Bucky before turning and moving your hair out of the way.

You can feel his fingers, both warm skin and cool metal working together to do up the clasp before Bucky spins you around. He goes in for a kiss but you shake your head.

"I wanna see first" you rush away from him and toward the nearest mirror to look at your reflection. You see the necklace resting perfectly just below your collarbone and you smile. Bucky walks up to the mirror slowly watching as you run your hands over the chain. "You like it?" There was just a hint of insecurity in his question and as his hands slide around your waist you look at the reflection of the two of you together. "Buck, it's perfect".

His lips upturn into a silly boyish grin and you lean back into his chest, thumb still tracing the engraved words on the locket itself.

"So tell me Barnes, what is this other gift?" Buckys chest vibrates, as he trys to conceal his chuckle of amusement due to your terrible attempt at interrogation.

Without saying anything he takes your hand and leads you back toward the couch. Once you were seated Bucky picked up the silver wrapped rectangle you had yet to open. As he hands it to you you shake the object like a child, trying to guess what the gift could possibly be. No noise came as you shook it and Bucky laughed at your puzzled frown as he sat down next to you. He watched ever so patiently as you unwrapped the gift and once most of the paper was removed you could see the cover of a book. It didn't look new but it wasn't ripped or torn and the pages were the soft brown that indicated age. You liked that. The title read 'A tree that grows in Brooklyn'.

"It was the last book I read before I got deployed, I never got to finish it" Buckys voice was full of memories and you pulled the rest of the wrapping paper away from your new precious possession.

"Bucky thankyou" you hug the book to your chest leaning toward Bucky for a hug to which he happily gives. "Happy birthday doll" his speaks resting his head on top of yours, pressing a kiss to your hair.

"This is the best birthday ever" you squeeze the book tightly in your arms "any birthday spent with you is the best".

Bucky feels warmth grow in his cheeks at your words and the worry that had been drowning him over whether you would enjoy your day dissipated as you lifted your head and he saw the joy in your eyes.

"Read me some?" You hold the book out for him and he takes it gingerly from your grasp before moving into a more comfortable position. He lets you snuggle into his side before opening the book to the first page.

Holding you close, he begins to read.

Happy birthday to me! I'm not entirely happy with this one but it's okay.

TAGLIST: @characters-deserve-better @posteyymaloney @agentsofsheilds @ladyfallonavenger @buckys2thicc

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bas-writes · 3 years

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Hii! I'd like Doffy with female s/o, 3rd person pov. My prompts are 59, 65, 85. Doffy using the prompt. Thankyou sm❤️

Phew! After a loooong (10 weeks, I think?) break, we are back to Flufftember. Or, as I renamed it: Flufftember. The days are shorter and shorter, let’s warm our hearts with some sweet fluff :3

Excuse slight ooc here, Doffy is really not an easy person to write in a romantic context, even if I really like this bastard.

Character: Doflamingo Reader: gender neutral Word count: ~750 CW: nightmares, vague mentions of past trauma, mentions of alcohol and drugs consumption A/N: Since I'm not comfortable with writing reader inserts in 3rd person anymore, I have edited text for 2nd person

He must had been screaming, because he woke up with his throat so sore he almost couldn’t breathe.

Doflamingo fought for air with invisible demons clenching his lungs. In desperation he was hitting his own chest time after time, with open palm and such power he knew he would have red marks all over his torso. Wheezing and tapping sounds echoed through the bedroom, drowning out your calm breath. You shifted in sleep, rolled on your back and opened eyes, confusion and dreams still lingering on your face.

“Doffy?” You nudged him as he finally took a shaky breath. He silenced you with one gesture and reached for the bottle on the nightstand.

Water.

He hoped for at least brandy, but any liquid would do. He took a few gulps, choking on the last one and almost spitting everything.

You waited, not sleepy anymore, but wary and uneasy. Doflamingo felt your heavy gaze as he poured the remains of water on his head and chest. As if cold streams could wash away the image he saw. As if anything could make him forget.

He knew he wouldn’t sleep anymore. Groaning and pushing away the wet sheets, he sprung out of the bed, cool air of the night making him shiver. He grabbed the first piece of clothing he could reach and wrapped it around hips. As usually he didn’t care about being naked, now he somehow felt out of place with everything uncovered in front of you.

“What’s wrong?” You tried your luck once again, but Doflamingo couldn’t find words nor courage to look at you. The images… He furiously rubbed face, nails sinking in skin and leaving yet other marks.

No, he couldn’t remember. He didn’t want to remember.

Nightmares weren’t anything new for him, since he could remember he had been waking up screaming and covered in cold sweat. Sometimes he had peace for months, sometimes he couldn’t get a single night without bad dreams for so long only drugs and exhaustion could guarantee him some sleep. Those had been dreams of the past though, sporadically about Corazon, but mostly of his childhood, of days of pain, hunger and despair. As bad as they were, he was used to them. He knew how to shake them off.

But never before he had nightmares about you.

Doflamingo rifled through drawers and pockets, but didn’t even know what he was looking for. Instinct told him to get his thoughts and hands busy—everything to avoid you. But your eyes were still piercing his back, like hot-red needles hammered into his spine, vertebra after vertebra.

“Doffy.” Your voice was like a soothing balm. “Was it a nightmare? Please, come back to bed.”

He didn’t even know why he listened to you. Did those images make him so weak, so vulnerable? He dropped on the mattress, back to you, face hidden in hands. You knelt behind him, your gentle hands rubbing circles on his tense muscles.

“Try to relax,” you whispered and started working over knots of stress, on his back and shoulders. He indeed tried, your humming and silent breath, your patient fingers soothing him and lulling him into balance…but whenever he wanted to turn and face you, images were back and stinging under his eyelids. What was happening to him?

Impatient and enraged with his weakness he pushed you down and pinned you. Startled by the sudden switch of mood you froze underneath him, widening eyes in a mix of fear and confusion. Fear…

The same fear he saw on your face in the dream. Why did it feel so painful?

Doflamingo crashed on you, almost crushing you under his weight.

“Doffy, what—”

“Shush. Don’t say anything.”

Usually it was you who laid on his chest, but Doffy desperately needed to listen to your heart. This time more carefully, with the size difference in mind, he made himself comfy and rested head on your bosom.

“The thought of losing you scares me.” It slipped from him when you gathered courage and started playing with his locks. For a mere second your fingers stopped. And so the world stopped for Doflamingo. His breath, his heartbeat, his thoughts—everything paused, as if he needed confirmation from you to live again.

“You flatter me, young lord.” Your words brought him back to senses, your tender touch slowly cleared his thoughts.

“I meant it.” Your eyes met and Doffy realized he wasn’t wearing his glasses. For the first time you looked at each other with no barrier between you.

And somehow…it felt right.

#one piece imagine #one piece x reader #one piece scenario #doflamingo x reader #doflamingo imagine #donquixote doflamingo #female reader #bas writes #flufftember 2020

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princeandcrow · 2 years

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The Prince and The Crow - update

Apologies to my readers, there will be no update again this week 😭

As well as trying to finish off another fic, I have also got a bit stuck, and keep getting confused over the timeline. TBH I'm not sure when the next chapter will be posted, but rest assured I am still writing! This fic is like my baby, and I don't want to rush it or put out inferior content, so please be patient with me.

While you wait, here's a little bonus snippet, no smut just pure fluff, (well maybe insinuated) also posted on Ao3. You could also check out my pinterest board for the fic.

~💀🖤💀~

Petronella hates shopping, but Severus wants to treat her...

‘What about this one?’ Severus holds up a charcoal blouse that Petra had pulled out to try on before noticing the price tag. ‘It’s too expensive.’ She dismisses. ‘Try it anyway.’ He insists.

Petra hates clothes shopping. Clothes, she loves; the way that the right outfit can make you feel. Some items of clothing are like wearing a comfortable blanket, others can express something about yourself, and some outfits can make you feel like you rule the world. Shopping, on the other hand always makes her feel stressed, and anxious. There’s the crowds, the awkward social interactions with the sales staff, the discomfort of trying on different items of clothing, memories of being forced into tight, scratchy, frilly, ugly gowns, and of course the shame of not fitting the standard conventions of “attractive female physique”.

Severus on the other hand seems to be in his element. Scanning through the racks, and perusing fabric samples, he could be picking out potions ingredients in an Apothecary. ‘We actually have a similar blouse in a tailored option for the same price, if you were to opt for softened cotton instead of silk.’ The sales assistant puts in. ‘Can we see the fabric options.’ Severus asks. Petra scowls at him as the assistant fetches the samples. ‘I said it’s too much.’ Petra mutters. She was already buying a new tailored suit, and she didn’t like being frivolous. Her Professor’s salary was more than enough to cover her costs, and she had managed to save a little over the past few years, but she liked to donate to various charities, and wanted to put some aside for Harry too, just in case.

‘Then let me buy it. Severus says casually. He holds up a fabric sample. ‘This shade of grey is perfect for you.’ He states, his gaze lingering on her eyes. Petra rolls her eyes and pushes the fabric book away. ‘Oh. That is soft.’ She says, feeling the delicate fabric between her fingers. ‘That’s cotton?’ She preferred cotton to silk anyway. Severus smirks. ‘No.’ She tells him firmly. ‘I don’t need you buying clothes for me.’ ‘What if I want to.’ ‘I’m not a doll.’ Petra scowls. She is starting to get a little worked up now. ‘Give us a minute.’ Severus instructs the assistant, who nods and makes himself scarce.

‘Petronella. Breathe.’ Severus says, holding her hands. ‘I’m not trying to dress you up. You are beautiful in everything you wear – even the t-shirts that look like they’ve been worn every day since 1972.’ ‘Some of them have been.’ She responds, calming a little. ‘I don’t care what you wear, as long as you are comfortable. I just want to…’ He clears his throat looking a little embarrassed. ‘I would like to do something nice for you, but buying you something would also make me feel good. I come from less than you remember. Being able to spend money on this sort of thing… I enjoy it.’

Petra thinks for a minute. ‘I’ll try it on.’ She relents. ‘But that’s the last thing.’ Even the off the rack version is quite flattering, and she has to hold back a small smirk at Severus’ gaze roving over her curves. The tailor makes up the custom version to her measurements in the soft dark grey cotton while she is making her other purchases.

‘You look altogether too pleased with yourself.’ Petra sneers playfully at Severus as they stroll back through Knockturn Alley towards the pub. ‘Do you have any idea how good your tits look in that blouse?’ He smirks. ‘Why do you think I let you buy it for me?’ She responds, biting her lip.

They skip lunch and head straight for their room on the top floor of the Leaky Cauldron.

#the prince and the crow #snape fanfiction #severus snape #harry potter fanfic #harry potter original character

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becausethathappens · 3 years

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Will you please write a super angsty fic where Link is freaking out because he thinks the wedding vows he has written aren't good enough and Rhett helps him go over them and make corrections and says they're perfect but also, just says the vows he would say for Link if it was them like it should've been because he's heartbroken and Link can tell but their hands are tied and they don't know what to do so they soldier on without saying a word, but wordlessly communicating lifelong love and misery and everything, maybe comfort as well?

i'm really really sad and i can't shake it off and i really want some good angst and hurt/comfort and i really love you, maura, you're awesome

I don't do unhappy endings, anon. I'm confident you don't either. In fiction or otherwise. So, pardon this if it’s not what you expected.

Please enjoy? This was done a little hastily to share it with you (and I should be writing other things per usual) but I've had a rough week and I want to hopefully make someone smile. (I have way angstier stuff in the drafts and I will be sure to get those out eventually, too.) You’ll feel better soon. 🤞 Thank you! 💞

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now or forever

4k - Rhett writes Link vows.

If you were my boy, Blue

I’d bathe you in honeys (sp?)

I’d sing write you a love song

I’d shoot you a star**

If you were my boy, Blue

There ain’t nothing in this life I wouldn’t give

From my heart, to my toes, to my fingers, my nose (**)

Whatever it takes just to watch you live

continue to ‘ ’ grow with you like a vine ‘round a rose

If you were my boy, Bue

I wouldn’t want you all for myself

There’s no star bright enough to match your lightin’

In sickness, blue, so certainly while we have health

Hand in hand, no longer fightin’

What’s destiny (**)

You and & me

If you were my boy, Blue

I'd marry you

Thank God for Rhett. Giving him, delivering him, blessing him with Rhett.

Link is in the middle of a spiral (what he’ll later recognize as a panic attack) when Rhett arrives, the eve of his wedding. Bailing him out of this with pen, paper, and a smile.

Link has always been good at improv.

Though Rhett tended to find the words to start. These were his own vows and Link has been putting time to sit and start them off for weeks. Now that he has to, he’s dumbfounded, despite being deeply in love.

Amidst all the planning and chaos, writing his vows was such a given that Link left it as priority sixty-seven on a list of many more.

Unfortunately, even as busy as they’ve been, that list was shredded with the “who gifted what” tracking sheet (both literally, accidentally, and figuratively) back around the bridal shower and it’s been anarchy ever since.

So he thanks God for Rhett, who’s here, to stop another needless disaster from happening.

That same generous God, however, watches him plagued with thoughts of utter devotion at Rhett’s willingness to drop everything on a weeknight and rush over to help Link find his words.

His lyrics, really, is what Link has in mind. Since they used to write songs together and this felt much the same. He’s been floundering all night and now that Rhett’s here, he knows he’ll at least get what he needs done. Even if it’s not all he wants, right now.

That same God seeks judgment on his every decision or flinch against His will, for any reason, to spite him.

For this reason.

He wants to smush Rhett’s face and kiss him. Deeply. He doesn’t.

Even if there were sometime in the past that he could get away with a platonic smooch, now he can’t. He simply could not prevent that from escalating.

So, he merely tightens his grip on the wrinkled scrap paper in his hand and scrunches his eyes.

“Why can’t it be you up there…” Link bemoans, loudly, in his frustration.

Rhett’s eyes widen, in horror, and Link slams his other hand at his mouth, rolling his eyes. “Not like - I mean - why can’t you go say my lines for me. You’re so much better at this kinda thing.”

“Let me read what you’ve got,” Rhett says.

After some review, Rhett sighs, not unkindly and sits down next to Link. “Let’s just talk through what you’re trying to say because, yeah, this reads like liturgy.”

“Ain’t is supposed to? It’s in a chapel!”

“What do you like about her?” Rhett asks, ignoring his nitpicking. “Christy?” Rhett stares at him, waiting, too upset for Link to chastise but clearly wanting to.

“She’s patient,” Link says, reminded by the similar. Rhett folds over the book to an open page and clicks the pen in his hand, writing that down. “A-And she’s kind. Like considerate, ‘specially with babies and little animals. Sh-She does this thing where she immediately drops to their eye-level to make sure they don’t feel unheard or seen. Probably ‘cause she’s always been so tall…”

Rhett’s still writing.

“Then when I’m sick, she forces me to rest. You know I hate that,” Link says, voice rising a little, at the memory. “But you know I need that. You won’t be the last to make me stop and smell the roses or take a break, once in a while.”

“Her hair, write, her hair - the way it looks in the sunshine. Like warm caramel with flecks of gold. She’s a vision, an angel. Especially when she’s wearing all white, like,” Link says, pausing to point to Rhett’s undershirt and pale grey sweats. “Makes blondes look ethereal-like, always has.”

“Oh, and her voice. Sometimes, the way her accent catches, well, you know she don’t like to sing like us, never has, but when she says certain things, asks a question the right way - it’s music. The way it harmonizes with my answer, reminds me of singing, reminds me of us.”

Rhett keeps writing, quiet, and focused.

After a short time, Link can’t stop and wants to crane over to see what he’s come up with. Rhett hands it over after crossing a final “t” somewhere on the page.

“Those’re good, Link, but I think you need to keep closer to what I wrote, leave out the stuff about me.”

“Stuff about you?” Link asks, having spoken in a stream-of-conscious style, Link forgets most of what he even said

Rhett looks away, shakes his head.

Distracted by the desire to read the rest, Link abandons the lingering questions he has about Rhett’s suggestion and response.

“These are great, man, thanks,” Links says, pushing a soft hand into Rhett’s side.

His eyes scan to the bottom where Rhett’s added a few lines about the journey, the marriage, all the ceremonial aspects of the day for him to close with, but then something more.

Something about him.

Rhett catches him catch it and looks further away. “I know Christy pretty well, too, y’know. Y’all are just alike, in that way. She might need some back-up vows, to have and hold.”

Link reads them.

“You know, just in case.”

Link looks up and tries to laugh.

He doesn’t laugh.

He goes back to reading them.

Rhett shifts uncomfortably, touches the back of his neck, and shuts his eyes.

“Rhett, these ’re…”

“I know, bo, you can forget ‘em,” Rhett excuses, still not meeting Link’s gaze. “You want me to… I can rewrite the others on a different - I can turn the page and write ‘em there so you can just…”

“Hey, hey,” Link interrupts him, mad at Rhett putting down his best friend, and eager to explain his actual thoughts. “Rhett, these are perfect. These are… I’m sad I can’t say anything as nice in return to you.”

Rhett finally looks up to acknowledge that and their gaze heats and lingers.

“Not that I…” Link stutters to clarify. “Y-You’d have to be a - if that’s something that was gonna - you know - if that was gonna work…”

His mind does it’s usual jump to a visual for the worst case scenario depicting the implication he stumbled across. Him out eight grand on the wedding. Not to mention a wife, a family, a future, a faith -

a friend -

Link gulps, pushing that back away, pushing them both forward, in his estimation.

It’s too much to bear to think about for another second. When he glances at Rhett, he can’t get a read on his face what he thinks about it, and that’s scary enough for him to want to abandon the concept altogether.

“Christy’s gonna love them.”

It’s enough, saying his fiancée's name, to ground him again. Enough to make it okay for him to grab Rhett’s palm and squeeze it in thanks, between them.

Rhett’s made his choice to give up on film school.

Link’s made his choice to give up on whatever schoolboy obsession he has with monopolizing all of Rhett’s days and nights.

He’ll stick to the days or every other weekend, however they can still fit time together, is fine by him. This ceremony, tomorrow, feels as much about his graduation from friend to husband, and all that that entails.

They’re adults.

They both know there’s a lot of sacrifices to be made and this feels like the first time he’s really acknowledging how hard they’re going to be to make. He hopes they’ll still see each other.

He hopes their kids will get along.

He has a lot of hopes.

All of them involve Rhett.

There’s a lot he should write down for when Rhett finds his own bride to wed.

Link notices, suddenly, that Rhett is crying. The same part of him that's nearly broken the headwind of these conflicting emotions turns back to comfort him.

“Hey, don’t cry,” Link soothes, realizing he’s also still holding Rhett’s hand.

“‘M sorry,” Rhett intones, the words bubble up and out of him simultaneously, sounding like water draining in a filled sink. “And the night before your wedding, good Heavens.”

“Hey, I’ve been crying all week,” Link says, waving a hand at the stress that planning a wedding has kept put on him. “Nothing I haven’t seen in the mirror.”

Rhett laughs, rubbing a thumb over his own thigh in a way that brushes upwards against the place Link’s clasping his hand. Link nearly pulls his hand back, thinking Rhett’s trying to get him to sense his want for space, but when he meets his eye it’s clear he’d like nothing less.

“I think I’m just -” Rhett starts to say, trailing off. The light from the lamp on the far coffee table is the only thing on in the room. Link drops his gaze a few inches to try and see more of Rhett’s downturned eyes as he hems and haws. He squeezes their hands together, again, this time clasping it more firmly, still pressing Rhett’s large palm down from above. “I think I’m just a li’l jealous, is all.”

It’s the quietest admission he’s heard from Rhett since he told him he failed their chemistry mid-term in eleventh grade.

Link is also so lost at the innocence of the admission that he can only think of follow-up questions. “Of me?”

Rhett looks at him for a long, long minute and finally, when Link’s gaze remains confused for the whole length of the pause, he shakes his head, no.

Then he waits.

He waits for Link to realize what he means.

But he’s still waiting when Link, oblivious, moves onward trying to comfort Rhett, instead of understanding him fully.

The tension in the room is palpable as Link talks, but only to Rhett, it seems. Only Rhett pictures air bags being deployed in a car safety video as metal hits cinder block. Only Rhett moves his hand, though it’s all it takes to dislodge them from each other completely.

“I know you’re gonna make an amazing husband some day.” Link is saying.

Rhett’s hand aches where cool air now surrounds it.

“I know your wife is gonna get to hear you say such wonderful things about her.”

Rhett wipes his hand of the misunderstanding on the cotton of his pants.

“I know she’s gonna say the same kind of things about you, when it’s your turn up there.”

Rhett mourns the idea that this would ever be requited.

“I know she’s gonna love you, just as much as I do, so she’ll have plenty to say.”

Rhett looks away, wiping the last of his tears from his eyes.

“I’ll make sure she has plenty of ideas where to start.”

Rhett pats Link’s leg, in camaraderie, and nods.

And that’s it. They shoot the shit, they make a plan to meet up at a donut place for the groomsmen’s breakfast to thank them for their help, before the ceremony, and they’ll talk things through if Link’s feeling jittery still. Then Rhett’s gone.

It’s not until the next day at eleven on the dot (everyone has an agenda to follow and every moment is accounted for) that Link understands Rhett’s pain.

His mother straightens his tie and flattens the edges of his suit. “You’ll wanna know I heard Christy looks like an angel in her dress, from the girls upstairs.”

“Those actual angels you been talkin’ to, Sue?” Rhett jokes, where he’s twisting his cummerbund around every so often, bored.

“Very funny, honey,” Sue ribs back. “From the cousins, Beth and Hailee Sue. Remember they’re friends with the hairstylist you got to do the curls for Christy’s hair, today? She was over last night getting Christy ready for bed with how to wash and dry it a special kind of way. They were there, too.”

Link starts to tune her out, since there’s a lot on his mind, but then she says more.

“She says the hairstylist was talking about how jealous she was of Christy, all night, getting to marry you,” Sue relays.

“Oh, mama, please,” Link dismisses. The compliments he’s been getting have felt faker than the toupee on his uncle Bruce. That girl has never even met him. “I’m the only person here people should be jealous of, who would be jealous of Christy,” he says, trailing off, muttering his reasoning as he did. “Marrying a trainwreck like me.”

Link looks up in the mirror where some of his friends continue to mingle in various states of undress. Rhett is already dressed, however, and staring straight at Link like he’s been caught with a hand in a cookie jar.

Link’s about to ask what’s wrong when he remembers his words. Then looks again over the planes of Rhett’s face.

Last night’s words slam back into his mind and Link’s mouth drops open.

The church organ belts out an opening flurry of notes before Canon in D begins playing loudly through the sound system built into the rafters above them. Link looks up to see one of the church staff at the door instructing them to join the bridal party to line-up.

Link’s mom dashes off to where she’s paired with her nephew, Link’s favorite cousin, to be escorted down the aisle.

Rhett sees Link’s face rushing through a wash of emotions from a distance, he nods to the staffer in silent understanding that he’ll handle it, and then they’re alone.

He walks up to Link and takes his hand. He squeezes it.

“Hey, you gotta go. We gotta go. It’s showtime,” Rhett insists.

Link looks around like a bomb went off, since in some ways it did, and he doesn’t know what to do.

Rhett seems to pick up on that. He squeezes Link’s hand again.

“I’ll get over it, Link, it’s okay,” Rhett whispers, on the verge of desperation.

That confirmation is enough to fully shatter Link.

Only for a moment.

The music continues and Rhett keeps his hand hold.

They are adults. They are in love. They have to marry.

None of these things can be helped.

“I’m gonna be so jealous of Her, too,” Link whispers back. He squeezes Rhett’s hand one last time, as they part.

They leave.

They walk straight.

They part again.

Until later.

They move houses and cities and states.

They move mountains, inside and out.

They move together.

Much later.

They join again.

They run crooked.

They return.

To one another.

Link has spent years worrying a ring that means too much to too few people.

In the beginning, when he cries himself to sleep at what he thinks has been the mistake of a lifetime, it’s His talisman. It reminds him of the expectations upon this life he’s made.

As the years pass, however, the adherence to the bogeymen of their childhood’s rules wears thin. It starts to strictly represent love and patience.

Sacrifice.

It begins to feel like a burden. A representation of what’s been lost, not what’s been found.

He contemplates taking it off, but believes that to be a betrayal of all that it stands for to the people he stands for.

Then, one day, (surely mid-spin) he hears Rhett tell a story about wanting to change his ring.

He watches the silver twirl as Rhett explains.

He believes he was rushed into a certain type of marriage and a certain type of life by a certain type of person.

It’s a life that he’s grown to love but the ring represents a union forced by custom and not one that’s grown through devotion.

His ring reminds him of that too often to be good for him.

Link twists his again at the admission.

So, Rhett’s thinking about replacing the ring.

Link returns home that night in a stupor. He’s sure he said one too many things to Rhett to emphasize how wild it felt to hear him talk about changing rings.

Any memories of that day, their wedding, bring up a rush of emotions that he’s never been good at sorting through.

Today’s admission makes him feel the same spur to make use of idle, betrothed hands he feels when he cleans the fridge.

He wants to clean the slate.

He finds an old DVD copy of their wedding ceremony that he paid to have converted from miniDV some years ago. Now he struggles to find a place to watch that DVD. How quickly time has flown by.

Eventually, he ends up in his son’s room - no one’s home for the remainder of the night but he and Christy - now, he’s sitting on a bean bag, squinting at the game console’s controller trying to get the joysticks to move to “play” on screen.

The ceremony bursts to life and, like it was yesterday, Link’s nerves fizzle awake.

About halfway through the video, Christy finds him like that and sits down next to him in a thwump absorbed mostly by the stuffing of the chair.

They watch themselves smile happily at each other and Christy takes his hand.

“Should I be happy or scared to find you alone watching this on a Saturday night?” she asks, wryly, squeezing his palm.

Link doesn’t know what to say. He’s caught up in Rhett’s bygone script being spoken on screen. Words about Christy and about Link that were not their own, declared loudly in front of the congregation.

“I don’t know,” Link admits, shrugging. He doesn’t. He squeezes her hand back.

“You wanna tell me what’s eating you?”

Link hesitates, but relents. He wants that clean slate, after all. “Rhett’s getting his wedding ring replaced.”

“Replaced?” Christy asks, balking.

“Replaced, yeah,” Link responds, sure he didn’t misspeak.

“With what?” she asks.

“Oh, some new one. Fancy thing, very cool, made of trees or something. Honestly he wears the other one, the slick black one more than his wedding band half the time. He says it feels like the old one? It’s the kind of ring you get in a bauble at a vending machine crank. So, he wants a new one.”

“Jeesh,” Christy says, making a face at the screen. The camera catches Rhett stealing glances at the couple, then at the crowd, beaming at all with unbridled pride.

“Wouldn’t you be mad if I did that?” Link inquires, still baffled at the idea.

“Well, no, but don’t you love your ring? Heirloom and all that,” she says.

Link cringes. “Yeah, yeah. Honestly, I do.”

“So?”

“So, I still kind of want to and I’m not sure what that means.”

They watch the screen together.

“Do you wanna stay married?” she asks, in a small voice.

“Yes,” he breathes out.

There’s a long pause.

“To me?” she asks, her voice even smaller.

“Yes,” he breathes in.

She squeezes his hand, her confidence built back up. She begs him to join her.

“And him?” Christy whispers.

They both look the screen, the lens centered on the two of them, but their gaze is mutually torn to where Rhett stands wiping a tear from his eye at Christy reciting the last of the vows that he wrote her. Wrote him. Wrote them both.

She squeezes his hand again.

“Yes,” he breathes out.

She leans her head on his shoulder.

“You should probably get another ring, then,” she jests. “We shouldn’t have to share everything.”

The slate is clean.

There’s a lot he wants to say to Rhett about it, but just as before, he’s relied on Rhett to give him the right words to say. So, instead of words, he starts wearing Rhett’s ring.

Then, a new one, when he realizes he can match him separate from the other, all told. Have something of Rhett’s, all to himself.

In his unspoken push towards something more, their hands now match along with their steps, as they walk forward.

On the last week in July, they get ice cream at the fifth place that month to mistake them for husbands, but the first one he hears Link crow an affirmative in response.

Rhett waits for him while he triple-tips the cashier (for the guess) and pays for their cones.

“Bad joke,” Rhett says, softly, but firm.

“Who’s kidding?” Link parries back, a smirk dancing it’s way across his lips.

Rhett watches him with a wistful look of disbelief.

“Link, we’re married,” Rhett warns him.

Link shrugs. “I know. I’m just waiting for you to figure that out and minding my ice cream here, all right?”

He’s got a mouthful of vanilla bean and extra cookie crumble, the next second, so his vow ends there.

Later, at home, Rhett startles Jessie awake when he fully realizes Link’s words.

He shakes her awake. He shakes them both awake.

“I’m in love with Link,” he says, like it’s a confession.

She kisses him because so is she. So are most people.

“What’s wrong?” she asks.

Rhett repeats himself.

So does she.

They stare at each other under the cover of silk and moonlight.

“We’re married,” Rhett whispers, touching his hand to hers. Their rings clink, new and shiny.

“Yeah, and so are we,” she whispers back.

They fall asleep smiling.

The next day, Rhett sneaks up behind Link while he’s working and causes him to spill his cup of coffee. He gets the stink eye for only a minute because it’s the same length of time he can stand Link’s grumpy mug before he has to swoop down and kiss him on the lips.

“You figured it out,” Link says, grinning.

“I did,” Rhett chirps as he kisses Link more.

They take a car to their house. It’s filled with their love and the history of it; before, during, and after.

“What’s this?” Link asks, dazed in their post-sex glow, naked and alive.

He spots an old chord book of theirs from last time they wrote music.

“Oh,” Rhett says, bashful. “I came looking for you here this morning, hoping you slept over again, but, uh,” Rhett stalls, looks away and tries to take the songbook from Link’s hand. Link pulls it far enough he can’t reach. “You were already at the job.”

“And?” Link asks, using his spry, sinewy body as an advantage to slink away from the bed out of Rhett’s grip. He still has the book in hand.

“Those are your vows,” Rhett explains.

Link looks down and squints, confused. These aren’t the vows that Christy read at their wedding. He’s seen that video only a few months back and is sure of it.

“Our vows,” Rhett whispers, explaining further, at Link’s puzzled look.

“It’s a love song,” Link notes, marveling at the gesture. What it means to a young version of himself that once felt like they had surely cut out and mourned the possibility of this - all of this - ever happening. To have that thought coexist with the image of a nude, hulking tree trunk of a husband laid before him smiling up adoringly felt panoptic.

“So are you.”

Link begins to cry.

“Play it for me.”

Rhett wipes his cheek.

“Get my guitar.”

They sing twice more that night, always in harmony (not always in lyric), then spend the rest of their lives together doing much the same.

#things i wrote #@anon #i hope you are doing well soon #💙#rhink

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There You Are

Prompt: Y/n and Turtle were separated for several years for reasons they couldn't help. They finally find each other and have a heartfelt reunion.

Warning(s): Reader being injured, mutated, and held against her will.

So I've had this idea brewing in my head for a little while and wanted to write it out so thank you @redfoxgaming41 for requesting this one! And holy crap this is the longest I've written in a while.

The story

During the battle with Kraang, you had been injured badly and had to be airlifted to Mayo Clinic - Rochester, Minnesota to receive proper care. It was a long and grueling trip but you were transported safely and immediately taken into a prepped room. Many doctors were on your case, making sure you received the best care available. However, throughout the weeks of taking care of you, they noticed how quick a recovery you were making which astounded them.

The astonishment had been short-lived after a while as the doctors noticed, not only were you healing quickly but your appearance was changing as well. It first started with the texture of your skin becoming rougher and...scaley? Then the pigment of your skin began to turn a/an s/c color. Your back became hardened and formed what the doctors described to be a shell-like appearance. Growing fearful, they contacted someone to examine you.

Your eyes fluttered open as you stirred from your induced coma, your vision slowly clearing from the blurriness that glazed your eyes. Your brows furrowed in confusion. Where were you? The last thing you remember was being moved into a helicopter before you passed out. "She's awake, Ma'am." A feminine voice broke through the silence of the room. Then, through your blurred vision, you could see someone walk up to the bed you were in. You shook your head to shake the blurriness away and see who was standing next to you. "Where am I?" You asked, eyes trailing up as your blurred vision finally cleared.

Standing beside you was a black-haired woman. Her ebony skin glowed in the white lights of the room as she gave you a soft smile. "You're in the recovery room. You had a long trip, Y/n." Her voice was just a soft as her smile and brought a sense of calmness to you until something caught your attention out of the corner of your eye. You glance down at your hand, your eyes widen with shock as you lifted them and sat up. "W-w-what-what is-what happened to me?" Your voice was almost frantic as you looked over your body. The heart monitor beeped quickly as you began panting. "Now, calm down Y/n! Just calm down." The woman and her assistant pushed you down into the bed so you wouldn't do anything drastic.

"We're not exactly sure what has happened to you but we're running some blood tests to find out why." She said in hopes of calming you down. Then she cleared her throat and straightened herself. "I apologize, I haven't introduced myself. I'm Dr.Blood," She gestured to herself as she said this, "And this is my assistant, nurse Robin." Dr.Blood then gestured to a woman who looked down at you with a friendly smile. You looked from Robin and back at the doctor. "Doctor.....Blood?" You questioned. Blood chuckled at your quizzical look. "I know, it's an odd last name, but yes." She gave you a sweet smile before taking a deep breath. "You seem lively and healthy enough to move about. Robin could please go get her something to eat and drink?" Dr.Blood requested. "Yes, Ma'am." Giving you one last smile, Robing turned on her heels and left the room, leaving you and Dr.Blood alone.

"I'm aware that I'm in recovery but where am I exactly?" You asked looking away from the doors to Dr.Blood. Blood seemed to swallow hard before taking another deep breath. "Unfortunately, I can't disclose that information to you. When you were examined at the hospital you were immediately transported here in secrecy." She explained. "You mean no one knows where I am?" You gave her a stern look as you sat up. "As far as anyone knows, you are still in Rochester, Minnesota." Her voice was calm as she gave you this information. "You have no right keeping me here! You will let me go!" Jabbing a finger in her direction, you glared at her. "That isn't my call to make, Y/n. I'm sorry, my job is only to make sure you're healthy." Her eyes were apologetic as she gave you a sad look.

Six Years Later

You sat in your bed with your sketchbook, drawing yourself in your mirror before sighing as boredom crawled its way up your body. Leaning into your half-circle of a bed, your finger now tapping the scribbled page. Your eyes glance over at your digital clock with a hint of nervousness in them. It was almost time for another painful examination. Throughout the years you've been living here, you and Dr.Blood had grown close. She did all in her power to make sure you were comfortable not only during your examinations but in your life here. She was one of the nicer people you've met here, other than Robin, someone who didn't treat you like an abomination. And when someone stepped out of line or over a boundary towards you, she was a force to be reckoned with. She wasn't only like this with you, though, she cared for all of the patients in this facility even if they weren't her's to care for.

On days you were going through a depression, Dr.Blood would try to make time to come see you or even send Robin to give you company. Both Robin and Blood felt bad, knowing you most likely would never get out of here and back home to the ones you cared about. The thought affected Robin so much she had to take time off to breathe and recollect. What no one, not even you for that matter, knew that the two of them had a plan. A plan to get you out of the facility and back into society. They knew you couldn't just join the world again. You still had to be kept in secret, but anywhere would be better than rotting away in this facility.

"Knock, knock!" Robin's chirpy voice sang as she walked into your room. "Hey, Robin." A soft smile made its way onto your face while you stood from your bed to follow her. "Things are going to be a little different today so I just need you to not freak out and just follow me." Her voice was professional as it usually always was when she wasn't on break or spending time with you. "Alright." You reply with a raised brow, your smile never dimming. You then left your room, right behind Robin; however, something seemed a little off about her today. Her pace was a lot quicker and she walked a bit more straight. You were still able to keep up with her as you glanced at the room you were always lead to for your examinations.

A sense of anxiety began to fill your chest when Robin led you into an unfamiliar part of the facility. There was no one else to be seen, no patients, no doctors or nurses. Even the smell was different from the chemical smells that lingered in the wing you stayed in. "Hey, Robin...where are we going?" You asked with uncertainty. "Sh." She hushed you quickly. As you two walked in silence a familiar smell entered your nose. It was an all too familiar smell and it was stronger with your heightened senses. The outside world was close. Just then Dr.Blood rounded a corner. She looked to be in a hurry as she took long strides towards the two of you. "The boat is ready and so is the cargo plane. We need to hurry, though, c'mon!" Her voice was frantic but determined. Her hand found its way onto your shell and Robin's back, ushering you two along at a faster pace. "W-what's going on?" Confusion coated your voice while you looked down at her. "I'll explain later. Right now we need to get you onto that boat. I've already bribed the officers and the sailors." She said as you guys walked through heavy plated doors to be met with a loaded dock and the roaring of an ocean as waves crashed against the shoreline.

"C'mon, in here Y/n!" Robin called to you, and the two women moved you into a large cargo crate. "At least tell me where I'm going!" You call out to them. "Here! It's a list of places we are going to make sure you aren't found! Hopefully, it will give you some peace until I can explain later!" Blood hollered over the sudden rain and thunder. She tucked her hair behind her ear as the heavy wind blew. Robin and Blood then closed the doors to the crate and locked it but not after Robin gave you a flashlight so you could see. Silence filled the metal box, the sounds of heavy winds, pouring rain, and roaring thunder all muffed by the cold metal walls.

A sigh escapes your lips when you turn the light on. You back up into a corner and sit down as you looked over the list of states Dr.Blood wrote out in her neat handwriting. Ten states were listed but only one stood out to you, New York. Excitement fluttered in your chest but you knew it was going to be a while before you got there, seeing as it was the last state listed. You knew it was going to be stressful but you couldn't help the small smile that tugged at your lips.

Eleven Months Later

"Well, today's the day Y/n! You're finally going home!" Dr.Blood said as she patted the steering wheel with her hands. A big smile was plastered on her face as she talked to you over the phone. "I can't believe we did it!" Robin bounced in her seat excitedly and looked at Dr.Blood. A laugh escaped your lip as you sat in the horse trailer. "I'm excited too but I'm not celebrating until we get there." You chuckle, looking down at the phone in your hand. A sigh then escapes your mouth as the thought of how the turtles and April would react when they see you. How would you even go about showing yourself to them anyway? It's been almost seven years, would they even remember you? A pang of sorrow hit you at the thought of them forgetting about you, especially t/n. Over the time you two knew each other you grew feelings for him.

"What's up, Y/n?" Dr.Blood's voice asked through the speaker. "Oh, uh...it's nothing. I'm just worried about how they'd react is all...or if they even remember me." You replied. When you were traveling everywhere, you became comfortable enough to tell Dr.Blood and Robin about the others and that most of the police force knew as well and were on their side. You knew what you were from the moment you woke up at the facility but it still puzzled you. "Six years is a long time but that was such a big event that happened, I don't think they could ever forget you," Robin said, "If anything, I'd imagine them more likely to take you in." She added. Her words gave you a little hope, bringing a soft smile to your lips.

The rest of the car ride was quiet. When you made it to the airport, you were transferred to a cargo box. It was a bit snugger but not uncomfortable. You sat in the dark with your eyes closed, feelings of excitement and nervousness taking turns occupying your mind. Dr.Blood had informed the chief of police, Rebecca Vincent about you and that you were being transferred to New York. Vincent along with other officers were going to meet you all at the airport to make sure everything went smoothly.

It was a little bumpy getting off but you made it safely. "This is her?" Vincent asked as she looked the metal box up and down. "Yes, is everyone ready?" You heard Dr.Blood reply. "Alright, let's get a move on people!" Vincent called out as the door to the crate opened making you gulp as light began to fill the box. "Okay, Y/n, c'mon," Robin said grabbing your hand and leading you to a large police van. You hurriedly jumped inside and took a seat as the doors behind you closed. The medics inside the van checked you out to make sure you were in good health. "Okay, sweetie just look at me." A female said as she checked your eyes.

Thirty Minutes in

"Alright, well you seem to be in good health." The male gave you a small smile and took a seat adjacent to you. "Thanks. How long until we get to our destination?" You ask. Suddenly, a loud thud came from the top of the van causing your head to dart up. "What was that?" You asked. "The heroes of New York." The female medic stated with a side smile. "They got here quick." The guy mumbled glancing up at the ceiling then back at you. "Well, I'm sure Chef Vincent would have informed them about her arrival." The female replied, taking a seat beside you.

One Hour Later

"How much longer?" You huffed, now pacing to get your blood flowing. "Not much longer, about another five minutes. Chef wanted to make sure absolutely no one would see you." Addy, the female medic, replied, drawing another sigh from you. You sat down again, resting your cheek in your palm.

With Dr.Blood

"For the last time, she's being escorted to a secluded spot chef Vincent set out. Y/n is safe, no one knows about her besides the escort team." Dr.Blood repeated for the fifth time tonight after Raph questioned her about your situation again. "And Leo. He just hopped on the van now." Donnie pipped up after reviewing his tracker. "Where they at?" Raph asked walking over to Donnie to look at the tracker. "Dr.Blood, Vincent called. She said we should head out now." Robin informed after she strode into the room. "Alright boys, let's go!" Raph said with a growing smiling.

They all headed out, Robin and Blood took a car, and the guys followed Donnie as they hopped along the buildings in Leo's direction.

With You

You lifted your head, excitement slowly building as the van came to a slow stop. Standing up, you were ready to jump out and finally reunite with your friends. "Hold on there. We gotta wait for the other units to secure the perimeter before we let you out." The male medic, Rick said as he placed a hand on your shoulder. "Why? I'm ready." You argued glancing at him and the metal doors. "We know you are. When we get the orders we'll let you out." Addy said as Rick opened one of the doors and hopped out.

A low rumble came from you as you grew impatient. Your reptilian growl took you by surprise for a moment since you were still getting used to the new sounds you can make. Another hour had passed and the order still hasn't been given. Just as you were about to say something, a voice came over Addy's walkie. It was difficult for you to make out but Addy's smile gave you hope. "You ready?" She asked, her smile growing. "I've been ready!" You reply almost desperately. She walked over to one of the doors and opened it, hopping down before Rick opened the other door.

The cool soft feeling of dirt met your feet as you hopped out of the van. You took a few steps forward spinning a bit as you look around for your friends. "W-where are they?" You asked. You seen officers everywhere but no sign of your friends. "They're around, probably trying to find you. Just stay here and someone will lead them over here." Rick said, crossing his arms and leaning against the van. "Y/n?" You turn quickly hearing April's familiar voice. "April!" Relief and happiness fill you when your gaze lands on your friend. You both embrace each other. "Wow, when they said you changed a lot...they really meant it." She said before pulling away and looking you up and down.

"Y-yeah, I still don't know how it happened." You say, rubbing the back of your neck. "Where are the guys?" You look around again. "I believe they're talking with Vincent at the moment. She's probably filling them in on the situation. Dr.Blood was pretty vague when she explained it." April said, following your gaze. "Casey and Vern?" You look at her. "With the guys." She replied. You sigh again while shifting your weight. "How have you been. I hope nothing...besides this has happened." April asked, gesturing toward your mutant turtle body. "It's a long story." You say in a tired voice.

Just then you caught a glimpse of the brothers. They were still talking with chief Vincent, unaware that you were only a few meters away. "There they are!" You say. Anxiety seemed to creep up your spine as your hands began to tremble. April wrapped her arm around yours in an attempt to calm you down. You shared a smile with her before looking back up.

Leo

I kept myself composed as I listened to chef Vincent speak but on the inside, I just wanted to see her. For the past six years, I wondered if I'd ever see her again, and then yesterday, out of the blue, some doctor calls claiming to have Y/n in her care. I was skeptical at first but now, with all these officers around, it feels more real than ever. "To put it simply, Y/n has been turned into a mutant." Vincent's words snap me out of my thoughts immediately. "Come again?" Donnie asked. I could hear the puzzlement in his voice. My brothers and I all glance at each other before looking back at Vincent. "And the doctor couldn't have told us that when we were at the station?" Raph growled, his voice having a hint of anger.

"Relax Raph, at least she's alive and well bro." Mikey pipped in trying to calm our brother down. "Um, if you don't mind me asking chief, what kind of mutant?" Donnie asked as he adjusted his glasses. "A turtle....like you guys." We all look over to see the short brunette, Robin, from the station. "Where's Dr.Blood." Raph huffed as he shifted his weight. "Unfortunately, Dr.Blood had to go incognito much more early than we hoped. I'll have to do the same when this is all over and done with. The facility Y/n was kept in found our trail just a few minutes ago. It'll take them a while to find out that she's in New York so we have a team creating a fake trail from New York to many other locations."

"A facility? What else did that doctor forget to leave out." Robin gulped at Raph's rising temper. "Raph, that's enough. We'll worry about that later." I said, getting a grunt from him. "Where's Y/n now?" I look to Vincent as I ask. "Follow me. She's over here." Vincent said walking off to her left. We followed behind but it didn't take long before we slowed to a stop upon seeing Y/n. She was talking with April. "Y/n?" I asked. Her attention was pulled towards us as soon as she heard me. "Guys." Her voice was soft and a bit shaky. Even in the dim light, I could see the tears welling up in her eyes. "Y/n!" Mikey cried out excitedly as he ran towards her. He caught her in a bear hug, picking her up and spinning her around.

"I thought I'd never see you guys again!" My heart broke slightly hearing her cry into Mikey's shoulder. Donnie wasted no more time in joining the hug. Raph seemed hesitant at first but followed Donnie's lead as he hugged Y/n and our two little brothers. After a few seconds, I walked over, a smile on my face as I joined the group hug. We stayed like that for a moment before separating. I watched as Y/n wiped the tears from her face before looking over my brothers. Mikey had his signature grin, Donnie was also wiping tears from his eyes and Raph was doing all he could not to cry.

"Sooo, what now?" Mikey asked looking over at me. Before I could answer, we heard Vincent speak up. "Well, the sun will be coming up soon. I suggest you all head back to the sewers." I nod in agreement. "C'mon guys, let's go," I tell them, taking the lead.

Back at the Lair

When we entered I called out to Sensei to let him know we were back. It didn't take him long to emerge. I looked behind me to see Raph helping Y/n down then looked down as Sensai walked past me and towards Y/n. He looked at her for a moment before wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into a firm embrace. "It is nice to finally have you back my dear!" A hint of strain could be heard in his shaky voice after she hugged him. "It's good to be back, Spinter." She replied. Sensai then pulled away with a soft look in his eyes. "You must be exhausted. It would be best if we all got some rest."

After Y/n got settled into her new room I knocked on her open door. She turned her head towards me before giving me a soft smile. "Can I come in?" I ask, returning the smiling. "Yeah." She nodded. As I walked in, I was sure to close the door behind me. I walked over to her. As I did, the feelings deep inside of me were quickly rising like a roaring flame. I couldn't control them any longer. "What is i-" I cut her off, my hands cupping her cheeks as I push my lips to hers. My hands slipped behind her head as she returned the kiss.

"You have no idea how hard it's been. When you didn't come back and we went to Minnesota to look for you but when Donnie could no longer trace you...I thought you were gone. I thought I'd never get to see you again. The thought of me never have gotten to say goodbye almost killed me." I could feel the tears stinging my eyes, making me close them while my brows furrowed. "I felt the same way. So many doctors and nurses told me I would never get to leave. That I was going to be stuck there for the rest of my life." I opened my eyes, her thumbs brushing my tears away. "I will never let that happen to you again...I promise." My voice was firm now.

"I believe you." Her arms wrapped around my neck as she closed her eyes and gently nuzzled her nose to mine before I bumped my forehead to hers.

Raph

I paced back and forth as I grew tired of waiting to see her. Why did they have to put them through all this just to reunite with their friend? It made no sense to him and frankly pissed him off. "To put it simply, she's a mutant." I stopped in my tracks at Vincent's words. I glanced at my brothers sharing the same puzzled look. "Come again?" Donnie asked while messing with his glasses. "And the doctor couldn't have told us that when we were at the station?" I almost bark as a deep rumble emitted from my chest.

"Relax Raph, at least she's alive and well bro." I gave Mikey a glance as he bumped his elbow to mine. "Um, if you don't mind me asking chief, what kind of mutant?" Donnie asked as he adjusted his glasses. "A turtle....like you guys." We all look over to see the short brunette, Robin, from the station. "Where's Dr.Blood." I huffed, shifting my weight. "Unfortunately, Dr.Blood had to go incognito much more early than we hoped. I'll have to do the same when this is all over and done with. The facility Y/n was kept in found our trail just a few minutes ago. It'll take them a while to find out that she's in New York so we have a team creating a fake trail from New York to many other locations."

"A facility? What else did that doctor forget to leave out." I could see Robin tense at my harsh tone but I didn't care, my blood was beginning to boil at the thought of Y/n possibly being experimented on. "Raph, that's enough. We'll worry about that later." Leo said. I let out a grunt and roll my eyes. "Where's Y/n now?" We look to Vincent as Leo asked. "Follow me. She's over here." Vincent said walking off to her left. We followed behind but it didn't take long before we slowed to a stop upon seeing Y/n. She was talking with April. "Y/n?" Leo said. I watch as her attention was pulled towards us as soon as she heard him. "Guys." Her voice was soft and a bit shaky. I could see the tears welling up in her eyes and her lip quiver. "Y/n!" Mikey cried out excitedly as he ran towards her. He caught her in a bear hug, picking her up and spinning her around.

My heart was breaking, seeing her and hearing her voice. "I thought I'd never see you guys again!" She cried into Mikey's shoulder. Donnie followed Mikey joining the hug. I hesitated but the feeling of wanting to comfort her was too much. I allowed my emotions to control my movements and joined my little brothers. Leo eventually joined in too. We stayed like that for a moment before separating. I watched as Y/n wiped the tears from her face.

"Sooo, what now?" Mikey asked looking over at Leo. "Well, the sun will be coming up soon. I suggest you all head back to the sewers." Vincent suggested. "C'mon guys, let's go," Leo said before we all headed for the nearest manhole.

Back at the Lair

I helped Y/n down as Leo called for Sensai. When I looked up toward Leo, Sensai was already walking past him until he stopped in front of Y/n. He looked at her for a moment before wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into a hug. "It is nice to finally have you back my dear!" I could hear the relief and sadness in his voice as he held her. "It's good to be back, Spinter." She replied. Sensai then pulled away with a soft look in his eyes. "You must be exhausted. It would be best if we all got some rest."

I took Y/n to the guest room we prepared and helped her get settled in. As I was about to take my leave something stopped me. A part of me pulling me back to her. I look over my shoulder, seeing her stroke the soft fabric of her blanket while one of her arms hugged herself. I swallowed the lump in my throat and turn towards her. "Y/n?" I question as I walked up to her. She turned around to look at me, her e/c eyes locking with my emerald ones. I took a deep breath before letting out a heavy sigh.

"We....I really missed ya." My hand finds her's as I look down at the floor. "I had no clue on what happened to ya. I knew you was hurt but not having-to-be-airlifted-to-a-different-state hurt. Ya know, I thought after a month you'd come back but when you didn't we went lookin for ya. I thought something bad happened to ya when you weren't there and Donnie couldn't find a single trace of ya." I swallowed hard, trying to hold back the tears that stung my eyes. Feeling Y/n's hand on my cheek, I look back up. "I never thought I would get out of that facility and see you guys again. I just wanted to shrink away into nothing so when I realized Robin and Dr.Blood were getting me out I was ecstatic. I was afraid you all would have forgotten about me after almost seven years."

"Well, no one is ever goin to hurt ya again. Not while I'm breathin!" I state, pulling her closer to me. Our foreheads met, "Plus..." I say, inching closer, "I love ya." My voice was just above a whisper. I didn't care if she felt the same way or not. I needed to let her know how I felt. My hands slid up to cup her cheeks, my thumbs gently wiping her tears away. A breathless laugh came from her as she looked up at me. "I love you too, Raph." She choked out, more tears streaming down her face. I then pulled her into me, closing the gap between us until our lips met. I couldn't help the tears that soaked my mask and stained my cheeks. She's all I care about.

Donnie

"Come again?" I asked when chief Vincent said Y/n was a mutant. So many thoughts ran through my mind, everyone else's voice being drowned out. "Um, if you don't mind me asking chief, what kind of mutant?" I asked, adjusting my glasses a bit. "A turtle....like you guys." We all look over to see Robin walking up. "Where's Dr.Blood." I look over at Raph who was becoming huffy. "Unfortunately, Dr.Blood had to go incognito much more early than we hoped. I'll have to do the same when this is all over and done with. The facility Y/n was kept in found our trail just a few minutes ago. It'll take them a while to find out that she's in New York so we have a team creating a fake trail from New York to many other locations."

Again, my mind raced. 'She was kept at a facility? I'll have to ask about that later. If anyone was going to make sure Y/n stays safe, it's me.' I thought to myself. "Raph, that's enough. We'll worry about that later." Leo said, pulling me from my thoughts. "Where's Y/n now?" Leo asked. "Follow me. She's over here." Vincent said walking off to her left. We followed behind but it didn't take long before we slowed to a stop upon seeing Y/n. She and April seemed to be having a conversation until Leo spoke up. "Y/n?" He asked. I watch as her attention was pulled towards us as soon as she heard him. "Guys." Her voice was soft and a bit shaky. I could see the tears welling up in her eyes as she took a breath. "Y/n!" Mikey cried out excitedly as he ran towards her. He caught her in a bear hug, picking her up and spinning her around.

I couldn't contain my excitement either as I wasn't far behind Mikey. We both hugged her tightly as Raph and then Leo joined the hug. Everything seemed to drown out when we separated. All the sounds becoming muffled as my attention focused on her. "C'mon guys, let's go," Leo said. I shook my head as I followed my brothers and Y/n to a nearby manhole where we disappeared into the shadows.

Back at the Lair

Time seemed to fly by, everyone but me was asleep. I got in contact with Robin who was happy to fill me in on everything. I went straight to work, creating a system that would make an endless trail of places Y/n could possibly be. I also took it upon myself to erase whatever digital records the facility had on her which seemed to be most of the information about her. I sighed, feeling relieved that Y/n would be safe. My fingers lightly tapped on the arms of my chair. I turned in my seat to look in the direction of Y/n's room and perked up a bit when I noticed her light still on. I stood and walked over.

"Still awake I see." I lightly smile at her as I walk towards her. "Oh, yeah. I guess I'm just not as tired as I thought I was." She said, her e/c eyes look at me. "Well, rest a sure, darling, you no longer have to worry about the facility finding you. I took the liberty of making sure of that." I inform while I took a seat on the floor next to her. 'Wait.....did I just call her darling?' I mentally slap myself for it but keep cool but the look she gave me says she caught it. "Ehm, s-so uh....It's been a long and interesting night." I say rubbing the back of my neck while my cheeks heat up. "Yeah." She giggled at me. "It has." She added before leaning into me. Instinctively, my arm wraps around her. Her head rested on my shoulder as she sighs.

"Listen, Y/n. I think this is a better time than never to tell you," I sigh and lean forward, my forearms resting on my thighs as I slouch, "I....really like you." I turn my head to the side to look at her. "You do?" She tilted her head before a small smile found its way onto her face. "If it's too much right now the-" "No, it's not because I like you too, Donnie." She cut me off, placing a gentle hand on my bicep. A smile spread across my face before I leaned closer to her. "Then...I hope you don't mind me doing this." I whisper before planting a tender kiss on her lips. I feel her hands wrap around my neck as she returned the gesture of affection.

I found myself pulling her into my lap, the kiss turning more passionate. We separated, looking into each other's eyes. "I won't let anyone harm you ever again. I promise, Y/n."

Mikey

"Relax Raph, at least she's alive and well bro." I nudge trying to keep the mood light. Sure she was kidnapped but at least she's back now. "Um, if you don't mind me asking chief, what kind of mutant?" Donnie asked as he adjusted his glasses. "A turtle....like you guys." We all look over to see that cute nurse, Robin, from the station. "Where's Dr.Blood," Raph said while he shifted from one foot to the other. "Unfortunately, Dr.Blood had to go incognito much more early than we hoped. I'll have to do the same when this is all over and done with. The facility Y/n was kept in found our trail just a few minutes ago. It'll take them a while to find out that she's in New York so we have a team creating a fake trail from New York to many other locations."

"A facility? What else did that doctor forget to leave out." I looked back at Raph who seemed about ready to lose his temper. "Raph, that's enough. We'll worry about that later." Leo said. Raph let out a grunt and rolled his eyes at our older brother. "Where's Y/n now?" We look to Vincent as Leo asked. "Follow me. She's over here." Vincent said walking off to her left. We followed behind but it didn't take long before we slowed to a stop upon seeing Y/n. The excitement when I saw her practically boiled over. "Y/n?" Leo said. I watch as her attention was pulled towards us as soon as she heard him. "Guys." Her voice was soft and a bit shaky. I could see the tears welling up in her eyes and her lip quiver. "Y/n!" I cried out excitedly and ran towards her. I couldn't bear seeing her so emotional. I wrapped my arms around her tightly, picked her up, and spun her around.

"I thought I'd never see you guys again!" She cried as she returned the tight hug. My brothers soon joined the hug. We stayed like that for a moment before separating. I watched as Y/n wiped the tears from her face. "Sooo, what now?" I asked looking over my shoulder at Leo while I held Y/n gently. "Well, the sun will be coming up soon. I suggest you all head back to the sewers." Vincent suggested. I looked at chef Vincent before looking back at Leo. "C'mon guys, let's go," Leo said before we all headed back home.

Back at the Lair

After Raph went to bed after helping Y/n get settled in, I happily strode into in to wish her goodnight. "Hey, Y/n!" I chirp and catch her gaze. When our eyes locked, I suddenly felt sheepish. "U-um, I just want to uh...wish you goodnight. We got a lot of catching up to do tomorrow!" I say, trying to keep up my happy-go-lucky tune, bumping her arm with mine. "Thanks, Mikey but are you okay?" She asked tilting her head at me. "Y-yeah, of course I am! Why wouldn't I be?" I reply. 'Crap she's good.' I think to myself. "Because you aren't usually this nervous." The sound of her giggles filled the room and made my heart flutter. "Is there something both-" I couldn't help it anymore. My arm slipped around her waist as I pulled her into a deep kiss. "I really like you, okay? That's what's bothering me." I admit when we separate.

A smile replaced the shock on her now soft face. "I really like you too, Mikey. I always have." Her silky voice flooded my ears, my nervousness dissipating at her words. I was probably grinning like an idiot but I didn't care. She's all that matters to me at this moment. "Goodnight, Mikey." She said, planting a gentle kiss on my cheek. "Goodnight, Y/n," I reply before leaving her room. I closed her door on my way out and walked over to Raph's and my shared room. "Yes, yes, yes!" I fist pumped and whisper shouted as to not wake Raph up. I then flop onto my bed a dumb smile on my face. "I can't wait for tomorrow."

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readyplayerhann · 3 years

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King of the World.

Starring... Bang Chan & Y/N Y/L/N

Mentions... other Stray Kids

Warnings: threats of violence, prostitution, and death. explicit language

Universe: mafia!bang chan, gang!bang chan, mob!bang chan

Word Count: 1.5 K

Last week, you stole from gangster Bang Chan unknowingly. This week, he has came to your house twice, this time coming with a favor to ask.

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"Hello, princess." Chan's voice greeted you as soon as you stepped into your dimly lit home. You remembered that you turned off your lights before going to work so the sight of the lights when you pulled up to your house in your beat up car caused dread to flood your system, stilling the movements of your body.

You could've driven away, chosen to postpone the inevitable, avoid Chan, but you knew the man would just chase after you. Whatever patient feelings he had toward you vanishing and leaving him with a bitter taste in his mouth and a finger on the trigger. You wanted to avoid trigger happy Bang.

You don't say anything for a few moments, just shrugging your bag off, your jacket following suit. As you moved, your brain restricted most of your body's motion, moving slowly during your tasks. You could sense the heat of the gang banger's gaze on your back, but you take your time trying to collect yourself, not wanting him to see you sweat. That decision could prove faulty if the intruder in your outside became impatient. Still, you slowed yourself as you took off the over-garment.

"What? You're not going to greet me?" He taunted in a raspy deep-tone. You caught rustling over your shoulder as he moved him his seat in your dining room. The chair scrapped across the hardwood of your floor as he shoved the seat into place. You cringed at the sound before tensing up against your command as he sauntered closer.

"And you said I'm the one who doesn't have manners." He goaded before a light scoff drawled from his mouth, his body coming to invade your space from behind. Your body locked immediately, your heart rattling away in your chest as he helped you escape the confines of your jacket. He handed the fabric with such care that the juxtaposition of that and him being a harden criminal you knew him to be was apparent. Rugged, scarred fingers grazed your arm, slowly, gently before stopping on your upper arms before dropping to his side. You straightened, back becoming stiff which only pressed you closer to Chan.

If Chan noticed your reaction he doesn't say anything, he just pulled away taking your jacket along with him and throwing it on top of your tiny dining table. It grazed the table top before falling uselessly to the floor.

You turned completely towards him, no more hiding yourself away.

"Minho," His voice was stern as he spoke to the man unknown to you. You hadn't even noticed him when you walked in. He turned to the other man standing in the corner, silently, his face a mask devoid of any emotions, his eyes black and soulless, "Go take a walk. I want to talk to princess alone for a second."

The man made a grunt of agreement, his dark eyes trailing over your frame as he walked pass you. He flashed you a quick smile, a bloodied and cunning one if you had to describe it. It's only true purpose was to draw out the fear within it's desired victim and it worked, dragging the dead corpse that was once your carefully hidden fear out for them both to see. You breathe caught in your throat and you have to fight to breath again.

The male closest to you leaned forward again, allowing his lips to press against the shell of your ear. You wanted to pull back knowing it was futile, but you tried anyways but Chan caged you in against a nearby counter with his face so close, his breath ghosting over your lips.

Chan had a naturally kind face, soft eyes that might've held the world if he wasn't burned by it and a gentle smile if he allowed himself to do so. The dimples of his cheeks sat there like the perfect imperfection they were. If you both were in a different situation, where you didn't owe him money and he wasn't willing to kill you to get it back, you might've been into his advances. Or, rather his close proximity.

You turned away, thinking your eyes lingered too long on the face of the home invader.

"Look at me." Chan ordered, one his hands coming to grasp at your jaw to force you to meet his eyes. His hands are rough as he forced you to look at him and you jostled in his touch. His eyes pierce yours as you're made to take him in. Twinges of anger swirl in his dark brown, almost black eyes in the night and you shivered at the reach it has on your body.

Even with your head positioned to look at him, your eyes bounced everywhere except for the man before you. Upon your avoidance of the man, you noticed the money stacked high over your table, the one with the fallen jacket beside it. The money that you stole. He had found it or what was left of it. You wouldn't expect anything less from someone who had broken into your house twice.

"Oh," He grinned, following your line of sight to catch a glimpse of the paper bills stacked neatly, "You see the money? You see I counted it, but it's a little short. Like a hundred grand short." Chan turned back to you, dropping his hand from your face and returning to cage you in, "Have you figured out how you're going to get my money back, princess?"

"I-I-" It's the first time you try to speak and you realize immediately how fucking dry your throat his. Chan's lips twitched slightly at your hesitance and offered a mockingly encouraging brow, "I'm t-taking extra shifts at work. I'll get you your money, I just need time."

"Something tells me it'll be a while before you get that hundred grand from your job." He remarked, pulling away from you and walking towards the dining table. He took in your dingy, broken down, one story home, a note of distaste in his eyes as he inspected the place. It was rugged, yes, but it was one of the only places you could afford that was decently away from major crime hot spots. Turns out that didn't matter because crime fucking showed up anyways.

The absence of his presence allowed you to breathe for a moment, before a glint of metal on Chan's hip caught your eyes.

"You know," Chan drawled quietly, taking his seat at the head of the table like he was the king of the world. He flicked his eyes in your direction as he reached for his hip, revealing a gun dipped in sterling silver and your heart dropped to your stomach, "I usually don't do house calls. I would normally leave that for to the others. Minho for example should've been the one to visit you and your partners maybe along with Hyunjin or Changbin, but when I heard it was a single person who stole half a million bucks from me, I just had to see the fucker who was confident enough - no stupid enough to steal from me."

"Imagine my surprise when I'm told a suburban rat with no priors was bold enough to take from me."

"I needed the money." It was all you can say. It's the truth, but it didn't mean jack shit to the man in front of you. Chan's face remained unimpressed, plump lips thinning into a line as he regarded you.

"Desperation is a funny thing, princess. It can be in response to many events. Heartbreak, finical standing, the need to succeed but the result is always the same. Selling yourself. Whether that be your mind, body or soul. Something has to be exchanged for your errors to right themselves." Chan took his eyes away from you for a moment, brown eyes dragging across the paper in front of him, "Now which one are you willing to sell?" His brow was peaked again, no longer taunting, just plain questioning. It still managed to raise a bit of stress within you.

You spluttered, lips closing and opening as you try to gauge his question with a heavy heart. Your eyebrows furrowed as you stare back at the man eyeing you.

"Y'know, some are lucky enough to end up dead from the their desperate attempts to salvage their lives. Others in prisons and a few manage to come out unscathed only to realizing the mirror will remind them of the scars of their past. But you?" He left out a harsh laugh, dark eyes shining, in the pale moonlight seeping in, embracing your shivering body, "You got the worst fate of all. You're indebted to me."

Chan moved to his feet, swiftly gathering himself and calling for Minho. He stepped forward and you take a step back. His lips curled into a pleasantly cunning smirk at your frighten features.

"There's a shipment coming in at the doc five, downtown. I need you to be there at eleven pm to pick it up and drop it off as this location." He pulled a card with his chicken scratch on it and slide it in front of your face, giving your eyes a break from staring at the hauntingly handsome man in front of you.

Chan shoved the card into your hand, impatient as you just stared at him in disbelief. He turned to leave.

He paused to call your name, "And Y/N?"

"Y-yes?"

"You die the moment you're late. Don't disappointment me , princess."

#stray kids #stray kids angst #stray kids au #bang chan #bang chan au #kpop #kpop au

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monst · 4 years

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May I request some sexy times with Aizawa?? Maybe like he comes home late but is worked up so he just slides into S/O and see how long it takes for her to wake up?? I'm thirsty for this man

Reminder set: Thank Hizashi

Aizawa Shouta x Reader

Thirsty Bitch Juice: Somnophilia, Daddy kink, and a very overworked Shouta. Why tf are my thirst posts so long???

Busy. That’s all he’d been for the past three weeks. Work was never ending and seemed to come in wave after suffocating wave like an angry sea. He would finish one task only to be presented by another and once finished he’d have to revise lesson plans and attend meetings. And, if that wasn’t tiring enough, he also had his obligations as a hero to attend to. A day in the life of Aizawa Shouta meant never getting a moments rest.

He loved his job, he loved teaching kids and hero work was well his life’s work, but everyone needed a break every once in a while, and if Aizawa didn’t get one he was going to snap. Napping during the rare free period could only do so much to ease the man’s stress. And to make matters worse he hadn’t been able to spend much time with you. Just another thing to add to the list of Aizawa’s problems. He really felt like a shitty lover as he only had time to give you a parting kiss and slump next to your body in exhaustion when he got home after a shift.

He was glad that you were always so understanding and patient. Just thinking of you was enough to lift his spirits and brighten his day. In a way you gave him the motivation to not keel over from the massive tidal wave of work that seemed to afflict him this month. He truly adored all of your supportive text messages throughout the day. ‘You can do it Shou!’ ‘Koko and I just came back from the vet! And great news she’s pregnant! Although I don’t exactly know how… But think of the kittens!’ ‘I had a great lunch today don’t forget to eat and stay hydrated honey’ ‘I’ll keep your spot on the bed warm’ Man what would he do without you?

‘Goodnight Shou I’m turning in early tonight, come home safe’ A smile tugged at his lips at your last text. To his extreme delight his co-worker decided to cover his hero shift in order to give him a break. He claimed that it was the least that he could do but to Aizawa it was like an answered prayer. With luck he’d be able to catch you before you drifted off and partake in conversation…Or something more salacious. Fuck how long had it been since he’d gotten off? Three long weeks, he couldn’t even imagine how you were fairing……

Aizawa couldn’t help but roll his eyes as he caught sight of your vibrator resting by your leg. Apparently, you were faring well during his horrid dry spell. He couldn’t blame you. You were a woman with needs, and he was more than grateful that you were loyal enough not to seek others to fulfil said needs. …. How long had it been since he touched your skin? Well he knew how long but it was still hard to believe. His eyes raked over your exposed skin as if though it were his first time seeing it. You were bare apart from for his large shirt that stopped just below the curve of your ass.

The smell of your sex still lingered in the air and the decision to have you was made without a second thought. He stripped out of his clothes like a magician and was on the bed parting your thighs before you could say ‘Eraserhead’. His large calloused hands massaged the soft skin of your thighs as he leaned down to press a kiss against your parted lips. His lips split into a gentle smile when you sighed contently at the contact. His fingers curled underneath the material of the shirt you wore and he slipped it up past your breasts.

You were just as beautiful as he remembered if not more so. He settled in between your thighs as he begun to drag his hands across your warm flesh. He took note of everything that might have changed during those weeks. His fingers brushed against your bicep, there was no change to your expression, during your play last month the knot had been too tight, and you hadn’t let him know and it had left a sore spot. He hadn’t been to happy about that and the plethora of apologies that slipped past his thin lips had begun to annoy you. He was glad it healed up; he’d need to be more careful in the future…

His rough hands palmed your soft breasts as he pressed kisses against the length of your neck. You body had reacted as always, there was no way that in three weeks he would become unacquainted with all the ins and outs of your body and without much effort he was drawing pleased sighs from your sleeping form. His fingers tugged at your pebbled peaks as he began to kiss down your body. If you were awake, he knew you’d be giggling at the scratchy tingles his stubble provided. He let one of his hands dip between your thighs and brush up against your sex.

He sucked in a breath that sounded more like the hiss of a cobra. He felt his cock throb in an aching madness. Your pussy could well about drown him and he was tempted to test that by diving his head between your thighs, but he decided against that. He wanted nothing more than to be inside of you and he braced himself on his elbows as he lined up with your watery hole. He made sure to slip inside of you slowly, he didn’t want to frighten you awake.

“Mmm babygirl it’s been so damn long.” He groaned once his cock was halfway enveloped in your tight heat. The drag of him pulling out and pushing back into you deeper than before drew a soft moan from your throat. “That’s it take my cock kitten.”

Aizawa’s thrusts were sensual. He was slow with each cant of his hips as he delved deeper and by the way your cunt pulsed around him he could tell you enjoyed it. He kept his pace relishing in the way your hot walls sucked him in to hug his throbbing length. He wanted more. It wasn’t by much but he went faster. And knowing your body like he did he angled his ruts so that they pressed against the ridges of the spot that filled your body with the most pleasure.

“S-shouta.” You moaned in REM.

“Even asleep you know who this pussy belongs too.” He grinned. “This cunt is mine perfectly molded for my cock.”

Fuck he wanted to be conscious. A firm thrust procured a loud moan and your eyes fluttered open in confusion. You were blinking the remnants of sleep from your eyelashes when all you could feel was the ripple effect of Aizawa plunging into you. From the tips of your fingers to your curled toes all you could feel was the familiar tingle of liquid pleasure.

“Shouta~” You mewled, wrapping your legs around your lovers wait your arms curling around his neck to bring his mouth to yours. His lips devoured yours feverishly as he began to really fuck into you. You pulled away from his lips with a gasp. “Nngh w-when did you get home?”

“N-not so long ago.” Hr replied, his tongue running flat against one of the more sensitive spots on your neck. Your cunt fluttered around him at the feeling. Aizawa could play you like a fiddle and you sure as hell missed his touch. “You were touching yourself.”

“S-sorry.” You whined.

“It’s okay babygirl daddy hasn’t been here to take care of you.” His words brought the sun to your cheeks, you missed the way he’d call you his babygirl. Fuck you missed him you missed your-

“D-daddy I missed you so much!” You cried out “Mmm I had to play all by myself.”

“I know baby, but daddy’s here now.” He panted, his hips snapping against your own at such a pace your moving hips couldn’t match. Your fingers hooked onto his back as he continued to rut into you harder and quicker, until the predominant sound in the room was the clouting of his balls against your ass.

“Daddy I’m close!” you yelped.

“Then cum around my cock kitten.” And you did just that with a sharp cry of his name. You knew he wasn’t anywhere near done with you and quite frankly you didn’t mind. And Aizawa sure as hell didn’t mind. He had to thank Hizashi tomorrow for covering his shift because he really needed tonight.

#Thirsty bitch juice #aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta #aizawa smut #aizawa shouta x reader #aizawa shouta smut #aizawa shouta x reader smut

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jeogiyall · 3 years

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Jolly As Holly; K.TH

[Ari’s Christmas Prompts: movie marathon on christmas eve with boyfriend! kim taehyung from bts!]

❆︎genre- the sweetest fluff with the sweetest christmas cutie pie, and a pinch of even more fluff

❆︎word count- 1.6k

❆︎notes- breaking my own heart over here with all this fluffy goodness,, i’m a sucker for kpop boys and christmastime

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"Hey there, Cupid." Your boyfriend greets you as he walks into the kitchen, chuckling at the reindeer headband on your head.

You smile without looking up from the counter, busy making your famous hot chocolate, and you feel his arms slide around your waist to hug you from behind.

"Hello to you too, Blitzen." You say teasingly, putting down the mugs and turning into your boyfriend's embrace.

Taehyung's megawatt grin is mile-wide as he hugs you tightly. "You ready for our marathon, baby? I brought all of our favorites to watch tonight, so you get to pick first."

You can feel your heart melting into a puddle in your chest, much like the marshmallows in your hot cocoa; he's always had this effect on you, and it never, ever gets old.

"You already know what's gonna be first, don't you?" You ask as he lovingly kisses the tip of your nose.

You're really on the verge of melting now; he reaches up to adjust the felt reindeer ears on your head, and your entire body goes pleasantly warm when his fingers graze your cheek. You can't help yourself from leaning in, going after the kiss you've been waiting patiently for all day.

Kim Taehyung is a magical human being. His heart is nothing short of pure gold, and simply being near him is like sitting next to a bonfire, making every room he's in cozy and every touch feel like heaven. So when he kissed you for the first time after asking you out three Christmases ago, you discovered that even his kisses were otherworldly.

You never can wrap your head around just how you got so, so lucky with this man; he's like an angel on earth, and every minute you're with him is a minute you love him even more. His smile is always so bright, his laughter is always contagious, and his love is so steady and unfading that every day together feels like Christmas.

You've always had a special place in your heart for Christmas; but the past three years have made it hard to decide what you love more- Christmas, or Taehyung.

You have a sneaking little suspicion that the answer to that question might be kissing you breathless at this very moment.

You can feel his smile against your lips as he gives you the sweetest kiss of your life, and your hands find their way to his scarf and hold on tightly, bringing him even closer to you. He delicately cradles your face in his palms, fingers tracing lightly over your cheekbones as he kisses you.

Your boyfriend is absolutely, devastatingly perfect. You're more sure of this than you've ever felt about anything.

"I think somebody missed me while I was gone," Taehyung softly teases you when he pulls away, his eyes somehow seeing past your own to peer into your heart. You hope he can see all the love you have for him in there; you hope he knows how completely you adore him.

Based on the lovestruck expression on his pink face, you think that he probably does know.

"I did miss you, Tae." You tell him honestly. "It was only a week, but I still missed you."

Every year, Taehyung goes on a winter trip with six of his best friends to the mountains. They stay for a week at a ski lodge and take time to unwind from their stressful jobs; and it makes you happy that your boyfriend has such wonderful people in his life.

But you still miss him when he's gone.

"I missed you too, baby." Taehyung presses another kiss to your forehead. "So I'll go ahead and start Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer then?" He asks knowingly, winking at you. You laugh at his flirty attempts and nod, reluctantly letting go so you can finish making the hot cocoa.

"You're the best, Tae." You answer, putting an extra handful of marshmallows in your boyfriend's mug. He exits the kitchen and heads for your living room, grabbing the Rudolph CD from his bag and plopping down in front of the tv. You laugh to yourself as he mumbles quietly, never quite sure how to get the CD player to work; your old-fashioned BluRay technology is classic but confusing to him.

You give the mugs one last stir, and almost as if on cue, you hear the theme music from your favorite holiday movie start up after Taehyung lets out a triumphant cheer. You carefully grab the cups and walk into the room towards the couch as you try not to spill anything.

"It didn't take you nearly as long this year, baby," You remark jokingly, "I'd say this is progress for you."

Your sweetheart of a boyfriend shoots you a grin as he not so subtly uses his middle finger to rub his head.

"Thanks princess, I try my best." He says, the smile on his face contradicting his sarcastic words. You roll your eyes and place the hot chocolate down on the table before sinking onto the couch, beckoning for Taehyung to come join you.

He grabs your big fuzzy blanket and all but bounces over to you; and in the five seconds it takes for him to sit down, he's already got you trapped in his arms beneath the blanket, cuddling you to his chest tightly.

You don't want to be anywhere else in the whole wide world.

You snuggle into him gladly, letting your legs tangle and kissing his cheek when he hands you the remote. "You really are the best, you know?" You say softly, turning up the volume and finally pressing play.

You miss the glimmer of absolute adoration in Taehyung's eyes while the opening credits begin to roll; you're completely oblivious to how his heart flops wildly at the sight of you smiling in his arms with a Christmas movie in the background, and he doesn't waste the chance to plant a sneaky kiss at the corner of your mouth.

You shake your head at his antics and further curl into his arms, and Taehyung swears that if he died right now, he'd die the happiest man on earth.

Because what could be better than watching Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer with the love of your life?

(No, the answer isn't Christmas.)

"Are you crying?" You whisper quietly, hearing a series of sniffles coming from the man beside you.

Your mugs sit empty and forgotten on the coffee table, the clock above the fireplace alerting you that it's almost midnight. You're already on the fourth movie of the night, Frosty the Snowman, and you have a feeling that you aren't the only one tearing up at the sorrowful scene when Frosty loses his liveliness.

Taehyung nods once, not even bothering to feel embarrassed at the teardrop rolling down his cheek. "You are, too, so don't laugh at me." He says shortly. Your heart skips a beat at how unbelievably endearing this man is; the fact that he's crying over a children's movie has just made him all the more loveable in your eyes.

"Baby, I cry every time Mufasa dies in The Lion King," You console him, "I'm not about to tease you."

You only get another nod in response; you sigh when he sniffles loudly, wrapping your arms around his middle and nestling your head into the spot between his head and his shoulder.

"C'mere, you cutie." You murmur. He squeezes you back instantly, bringing a fond smile to your face.

You always knew Taehyung was a big softie.

"Better?" You ask as the scene changes and Frosty shows signs of coming back to life. Taehyung hums in agreement, one hand coming out of your blanket cocoon to stroke your hair.

The action is as simple as could be; but with Taehyung, even the simplest things turn magical.

"Better." He mumbles once Frosty is once again alive. You resist the urge to laugh at how cute he is, wanting to pinch his cheeks like an overbearing grandma. You settle instead for another kiss, keeping it short and quick; but you should have known that short kisses aren't enough in any situation with a boyfriend like Taehyung.

"Oh no you don't, Y/N," He scolds you with a mischievous lilt, "you better come back here and finish what you started."

You try to hold your ground, letting out a giggle when Taehyung playfully presses his face against your cheek while making kissing noises. "Stop it Tae, I am trying to finish what I started!" You whine in protest as he continues relentlessly. "I'm trying to finish the movie!"

Your attempt to resist his charms fails miserably, and you end up getting the kiss of a lifetime when you finally give in and bring his head to yours, burying your fingers in his hair.

He tastes like Christmas, you think to yourself; this man is made of hot chocolate and holly, and his personality is like peppermint. You forget about Frosty entirely when Tae's hand pushes your hair behind your ear, his kisses deep and full of meaning.

His lips are soft against yours, the hot cocoa that lingers on both of you making everything that much sweeter. Everything is sweet with him- kisses, movie marathons, everything; life is so, so sweet with Kim Taehyung by your side.

You tell him this when he breaks away, and you're rewarded with a goofy smirk that makes your chest bloom. Taehyung wiggles his nose against yours in a different kind of kiss that causes Christmas lights to twinkle behind your eyes.

"You're too good to me, Y/N. You're like my Christmas miracle from heaven." He praises lovingly.

You think nothing could ever be more perfect than these moments spent with your incredible, intoxicating boyfriend; and when the clock strikes midnight, making it officially Christmas, you decide that this year is your favorite so far.

"Merry Christmas, princess." -

#kim taehyung fluff #bts fluff #taehyung fluff #bts taehyung #the writing tag #bts fanfic #taehyung drabble #taehyung imagines #i'm almost crying of happiness writing these cute fics omg bye #v fluff

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lvnatiq · 4 years

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Cheers to the mess pt.1 |

Nicky Valentino x Reader

a/n: Hello, my love. So this was based on the idea of Jealous!Nicky Valentino. Let me know if you have any suggestions or questions about anything concerning my writing or Nicholas Valentino because my heart, soul and ass belongs to him truly. By the way, I proofread for the first time so make a wish while you��re at it lmao.

-Italic phrases in quotation marks are indicating readers inner monologue, meanwhile, words in italic are used to emphasize the meaning of the word itself-

warnings: usage of inappropriate language, slight angst.

The night is still young, the speakeasy is filled with the late-night conversations of people with humorous expressions and the delightful sound of the jazz music. You, on the other hand, curiously explored your surroundings as the sweet and sour taste of your booze lingered on the tip of your tongue. You asked Ralph to let you have some time with yourself while you were waiting for Nicky to come. You two spoke on the phone, arranging your rendez-vous, approximately two hours ago. Now, there you were sitting at a casual table in the speakeasy for an hour waiting for your sweetheart. Worried that something might've happened to him.

"Where is he? I hope the meeting didn't take a turn for the worst."

You thought to yourself as you tapped your fingers against the wooden material of the table, letting your anxiety get the best of you. Your eyes focused on the entrance gate of the speakeasy, wishing for him to stroll in at that moment. Today seemed like it wasn't your lucky day as your wishes are not being granted. The feeling of loneliness soon turned to utter boredom. The more bored you got, the more attractive the thought of losing yourself at the bar became.

"If I am about to let my stress romance it's way into giving me a nervous breakdown, at least I should get it a nice drink. It would be rude of me not to."

Your desire for a Manhattan led you to take a couple of steps towards the bar. Settling down on the stool, you slowly took off your gloves. The feeling of warmth left your fingertips, the cold surface of the glass table taking its place. The bartender took his shaker as he made his way towards your spot. You opened your mouth, eager to spill the magical name of your remedy.

"A Manhattan-"

"A Singapore Sling for the lady."

Your words were cut short by the silhouette of a stranger located behind your stool. This moment felt too familiar for your liking, almost like a Deja Vu. You slowly turned your head towards the unknown figure as they casually sat down beside you.

"Very rude of me to not introduce myself."

He said, extending his hand in your direction. The bartender's eyes followed the young man's gesture, holding an unreadable expression. You could feel the unusual tension in the air, nevertheless, you remained unbothered. Looking at his hand and then meeting his gaze, you extended your hand for a handshake. Your attempt went unnoticed as he gently turned your hand placing his lips on top of it.

"Matteo Bianchi."

The moment Matteo said his name, the bartender dropped his shaker, practically spilling whatever was inside of it. Shaken by the sound you averted your gaze to the bartender. His hands were shaking, hurriedly trying to clean up the mess he created. He glanced at you, his eyes had panic written all over them as if he was trying to tell you to be cautious, making you even more curious.

Unaffected by his gesture you slowly pulled your hand back as you directed your gaze back to the drink menu.

"Pleasure to meet you, Matteo."

You said, paying him no attention what so ever. Matteo laughed under his breath as he studied your figure. Your drink came into sight, you were still upset at not having your Manhattan.

"Where are you, Nicholas ?"

"I'm impressed that I managed to choose a drink that suited your aura well, miss...?"

You didn't want to give him your name but the reaction that the bartender gave at his name made you reevaluate your choices. Not wanting to cause trouble to anyone including yourself you took a sip from your drink as you responded.

"(y/n)."

You paused as you turned to him, letting your curiosity do the talking.

"How come this drink suits my aura well, Mr. Bianchi ?"

He smiled as he lifted his drink pointing it at your way.

"You seem like a bittersweet woman. Just like the drink."

You laughed, entertained by his way of using words, you decided to let yourself loose by following his game. Observing his looks for the first time, you realized that he was quite charming. His face reminded you of Paul Newman.

You let your thoughts wander as two women with enchanting appearances passed by greeting Matteo with flirtatious looks, giving you a death stare on the side.

"Alright, you seem pretty involved with bittersweet women."

Matteo laughed throwing his head back.

"Enough about bittersweet women-"

"Oh, so you want me out of here? Because I'll make it happen."

Your attempts at escaping failed as he caught you by your waist. Making you feel inevitably uncomfortable.

"Matteo, please-"

"Hands off."

The voice of the man you craved for the entire day has finally appeared. Nicky's harsh tone made Matteo take a step back. Then Matteo opened his arms wide, followed by his sarcastic tone.

"Man of the hour, Nicholas Valentino to whom do I owe the pleasure?"

Nicky placed his hand at the small of your back as he pulled you closer to him. His grip on you was tight, making you feel safer than before.

"I thought that we were supposed to meet next week."

Nicky said his eyes burning through Matteo's skull, filled with enough rage to kill him right on the spot.

"I need to settle it now, I have a meeting with Romano tomorrow. You don't want him to get the deal do you?"

Matteo said unconcernedly. You could hear Nicky curse under his breath. You placed your hand on his giving it a squeeze, trying to reassure him.

"Alright then, let's get this over with."

Nicky let his hand loose as he started to walk to the booth alongside Matteo. Appalled by his behavior, you started to follow their steps. They sat down and you moved to sit beside Nicky. Noticing that you followed them Nicky turned to you lowering himself as he whispered in your ear.

"Toots, would you mind giving us some space while you treat yourself at the bar?"

You looked at him, getting angrier each second passing by. Being kept in the dark wasn't something that you fancied.

"Excuse me? Are we really doing this again Nicky?" You said, your tone exposing your frustration. Your mind brings up memories of your first time in this speakeasy, where Nicky left you stranded because of business. But now you are a part of the Valentino family, so what was the problem.

His expression softens as he takes in a deep breath. You tried your best to understand what made him so uptight.

"You two... are you together?"

Matteo's voice made you snap out of your thoughts as you turned to Nicky, who was definitely not in a good state of mind seeing that he froze.

"Nicholas-"

"We're not together."

His words hit you like a ton of bricks. The waves of shock washed over you as you dropped your gaze on your hands. The thought of leaving right now seemed like a good idea but something inside of you was telling you to dig this situation deeper. This wasn't Nicky, you had to find out what was disturbing him so profoundly.

"Still that doesn't explain your overprotective response, Nicholas. Nonetheless, I am glad if Venus is single by any means."

"Let's get this venture over with, shall we Matteo?"

You wouldn't be lying if you said that this was the first time you saw Nicky this aggressive. He looked like he was so close to shot Matteo dead. You didn't say a word throughout their conversation. Patiently waiting for Nicky's breaking point.

The business they fussed about didn't seem skeptical at all. It was the usual, large amounts of illegal cash transactions and exchanging men for personal protection. Still, your questions remained unanswered. So you decided to follow up with plan B.

"If that's all, it's time for us to leave. Buona serata, Matteo."

Nicky said as he stood up. You, on the other hand, remained unruffled as you grasped your glass tightly completely ignoring him.

"So, Mr. Bianchi, you and Nicky seem to have a history. Do you two go way back? Based on something other than business-related, of course."

Upon hearing your voice Nicky slowly sat back. Taking in a deep breath, he averted his eyes to the bar. Trying to avoid Matteo's gaze.

"Oh, he didn't tell you?"

"No, he did not."

Matteo let out a breathy laugh as he took a cigar out of the silver case placed in front of him. Nicky's hand sneaked up on top of yours under the table, holding it firmly. You intertwined your fingers with his.

"Have you ever heard of The Count of Monte Cristo, (y/n)?"

"Alexandre Dumas, how can I not? One of my favorite novels."

"You become even more interesting by the second, my dear."

Nicky started to pull on his collar to get it loose. His grip on your hand gets even tighter. You can feel the distress radiating over him but you had no choice, he wasn't planning on opening up to you when he should've.

"Our situation is similar to Dantès, Mondego, and Mercédès love triangle. Nicky thinks that I am the Mondego of our scenario."

Finally, it sinks in. Still searching for more clarity you ask,

"You betrayed him, by stealing his lover--"

"Aha! That's the part I am trying to justify for the past five years. I didn't steal her- Minchia! I didn't know that she and Nicky had a thing. I mean she ran after him for quite some time but Nicholas didn't give a shit. How could I know?"

"Matteo cut the bullshit."

Nicky said, eventually joining to your conversation. You most definitely understood the situation at last. At this point it wasn't important whether or not if Matteo was right or wrong, Nicky was insecure at the fact that there might be a possibility of such a thing happening. He couldn't take risks when it comes to you, so he just acted like you meant nothing to him as if that would make Matteo uninterested.

Now that your worries came to an end, your only interest was to get Nicky all riled up.

"I think I heard enough."

Both of them stopped their bickering, turning their appalled gaze towards your direction.

"It looks like we are dragging out our dirty laundries. Well then, let me do my part."

Your devilish smirk took over as your playful aura filled the air.

"So, there is this guy, or more like this utterly, unbelievably handsome fella that makes my heart flutter."

"Oh? Tell me more Venus."

You focused your gaze on Matteo, eyeing him from head to toe. Knowing damn well that Nicky was watching your every move.

"He is compassionate, determined, enthusiastic, fearless, hard-working, kind, loyal, and everything that only a real man can be."

"Gesù Cristo! Who is this man? Are you sure that he isn't just a piece of your beautiful imagination?"

You laughed at Matteo's words. You were savoring every second of this mess, meanwhile, Nicky was chugging his whiskey on rocks.

"I would say that he is a gift from the gods, but unfortunately he is lacking something very important."

"He must've stolen the devil's dime. What does such a man lack that made you back up?"

You looked at the pair of hazel eyes intently watching you. You took a couple of seconds, staring adoringly into his beautiful eyes. You caught yourself getting lost in the honey hue of them. His feelings dripping from his glance, telling a story that only his eyes could tell.

"He is not honest."

You said without separating your eyes from Nicky's. Matteo raised his eyebrows, looking at Nicky and then back at you.

"Do I know this fella?"

"I don't know. All I know is that I like my men bare, in various ways."

Nicky laughed under his breath, placing his hand on top of your thigh.

"Oh my, do you?"

You grasped his tie pulling him to yourself, your lips almost touching his.

"You have no idea-"

Matteo cleared his throat,

"I should get going, you wouldn't want your girl falling for me. I know that my charming nature could cause trouble for a lot of people."

He said as he gave you a wink,

"Get lost Matteo."

Nicky hissed as Matteo approached you taking your hand in his giving it a goodbye kiss.

"Pleasure to meet you, (y/n). I hope that one day you can introduce me to the guy that got you head over heels."

He said jokingly as he turned to leave. Nicky slowly leaned in to kiss you but you stopped him midway.

"I don't kiss random men that have nothing to do with me, Mr. Valentino."

He gave you a smirk that summarized his plans for tonight.

"I might have nothing to do with you, but I certainly have a lot to do to you toots."

You took the last sip from your now empty glass and lifted it in the air.

"Cheers to the mess, my darling."

Vocabulary:

Minchia: in this context used as fuck, as exclamation of surprise.

Gesù Cristo!: Jesus christ!

Buona serata: “have a good evening”

#nicky valentino #two against the world #fictif #nix hydra #the arcana #mc #nicky valentino x reader

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thesoftsoobin · 4 years

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➳ pairing: soobin x reader

➳ genre: proposal au, tooth-rotting fluff, angst if you squint

➳ warnings: soobin is so cute you might cry, also this is my first time writing a member x reader fic

➳ word count: 3.4k

➳ author’s notes: soobin is aged up in this and is in grad school, so about 24. also yes the title is the same as that satiric piece about eating babies, it was fitting for the story but also I thought it was funny hehe. happy valentines day!

Soobin has been distant lately, and you’re almost sure he’s getting ready to breakup with you. But little do you know, he has something much, much better planned.

An all too familiar electric blue Volkswagen Beetle sits outside the doors of your office building, engine still running. It’s parked in the spot where your boyfriend Soobin’s red SUV should be, and his best friend Yeonjun, hair the same color blue as his car, pokes his head out of the driver’s side window.

“Hey!” he waves to you with a wide grin as your eyebrows knit together. Slowly, you near his car and the band and skate shop stickers on his bumper come into focus. “What took you so long? I thought you were done at 5.”

“Sorry, I was…finishing something up…” you say, and you take a few more steps to the passenger’s side and open the door to slide in. “Is Soobin okay?”

It’s his turn to be confused now as he shifts the car into drive. “Yeah, he’s fine. Didn’t he text you? He asked me to come get you.”

While he waits at the light to pull out of the parking lot, you scramble for your bag and take out your phone. Surely enough, you have two missed texts from your boyfriend.

You frown at the words, a frustration you’re not proud of building up inside your chest. Your car broke down yesterday and is in the shop, and Soobin had promised to drive you to and from work. He’d dropped you off this morning and you texted him on your lunch, just to remind him he had to pick you up too. But apparently something much more pressing came up only 15 minutes before he was set to be there.

To be fair, this wasn’t such a big deal. You could have even walked home if you needed to. The apartment you share with Soobin and Yeonjun isn’t far from your work at all.

But it’s still winter. The sidewalks are slicked with ice, the wind chill is below freezing, and today is one of many days you’d forgotten your gloves when rushing out the door in the morning. So it was nice of him, at least, to ask Yeonjun to come.

Normally, you wouldn't be upset with him at all, for that very reason. But for the past few weeks, Soobin has been acting weird, on edge and distracted. He's been half-heartedly listening to you, always seemingly somewhere else when you'd talk, and he’s started stress-filled arguments whenever you'd ask him a simple question like what he wanted from the store.

Just this morning, you’d asked what his plans for the day were. When he simply shrugged, you pressed a bit more, sure he had something planned for his first day off in a while.

“Nothing?” You’d asked teasingly, leaning against the counter as you chewed your granola bar. “Isn’t Jun off too? You guys normally have entire, intricate plans when you get to hang out by yourselves.”

“I don’t know, babe,” he’d tensed up in response. He’d squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Just...leave it, okay?”

With all of that adding up, of course you were frustrated. It felt like he was pulling away, and any time you brought it up, he would just laugh and brush it off with a simple "I'm fine."

"What's wrong?" Yeonjun asks. You hadn’t noticed your eyes were still on your phone, mouth still set in a frown.

"Be honest," you turn to him suddenly, "is Soobin going to break up with me?"

He glances from the road to you and then back to the road again, barely meeting your eye before bursting out in laughter.

"What?" you whine. "He's been acting so weird. And what's so important that he couldn't wait five minutes to pick me up first? On his day off?"

He's still stifling a laugh. "You're hilarious, Y/N. You know that?"

"I'm serious! He would've told you, right? If he was going to break up with me? Just be honest so I can prepare for it."

"He's not breaking up with you," he says, letting out another giggle, and that stills your nerves. Your shoulders fall and you sit back against the seat. "He loves you. Like, too much. It's disgusting."

You try not to smile to yourself, already feeling ridiculous for thinking he would be ending things. Choi Soobin, the man who still wakes you up with coffee and a kiss every morning and who, just yesterday, brought flowers home from the store. He saw them, yellow and pink, your two favorite colors, and thought of you.

But that brings you back to everything else about him lately. Distracted, irritable, and closed off. Of course, you had every reason to be confused. You still do.

"So why is he acting so weird then?" You ask Yeonjun as he pulls into the apartment complex. He sits up to look for a parking spot, still not meeting your eye.

"You'll just have to—" he stops himself and clears his throat. As he rounds a corner, he starts again, voice easy. "It's just his thesis. He's all stressed and everything."

"Right," you say, nodding.

That still doesn't explain why he refuses to tell you about it. He's complained to you throughout this entire process since he started the gigantic paper last year. But…you guess it makes sense. He's nearing the end of it, probably too focused on polishing it to complain.

"Right," you repeat, trying to reassure yourself as Yeonjun pulls into a free space. Trying not to entertain the thoughts that maybe he just hasn't told his best friend, and he really is planning on breaking up with you. "What were you going to say? I'll just have to what?"

"Oh, uh," he turns the key and the ignition sputters to a stop, "I was just going to say you'll have to be patient with him. Really, everything's fine. Seriously."

"Okay…"

With that, Yeonjun gives a curt nod and opens his door. He fumbles with his keys in the apartment entryway, which is a regular occurrence for him, and he lets you both in. You make your way up the carpeted stairs to the second floor and pull out your own keys to get into the apartment, worry still clawing at your heart.

The absolute disaster in the kitchen when you walk in does nothing to quell your fears. Bowls, pots, and pans are scattered around the countertops. There's splotches of flour all over the table cloth, and a pot of water is bubbling over on the stove. The stove hisses every time another drop of water splatters onto the burner.

"Shit," Yeonjun takes two steps at a time into the kitchen and turns the dial to shut it off. "I was supposed to — I think he told me to turn it off."

"Jun, what—" you take another glance around, back over the flour and the stove, and notice the lump of dough sitting in a bread pan beside the pot of water. "Was he stress baking again or something?"

But what would Soobin need to boil water for? Gnocchi?

"Ah, well, he—" Yeonjun scratches the back of his neck, pulling on a tuft of his hair. "You know, I'm not very good at— He shouldn't have—"

Another jingle of keys outside the door interrupts Yeonjun, and before he can make anything of his stammering, Soobin walks in. He looks completely normal, if not a bit disheveled, in his earmuffs and brown suede jacket.

But Yeonjun breathes out an, "Oh, thank god," and you see Soobin's eyes widen just slightly as he shuts the door behind him. He doesn't even take his boots off before stepping over to you, which you know for a fact he's made a habit of doing every winter since he could walk.

"Hi baby," he says just before giving you a small, quick kiss. Normal, fine. But you still look between him and Yeonjun with narrowed eyes. Yeonjun's staring down at his feet now, and Soobin gives a tight smile that turns into the cutest pout he can muster. "I'm sorry I broke my promise about picking you up."

"It's fine, but what exactly came up?" You ask before jutting your thumb toward Yeonjun. "And why's he acting just as weird as you now, too? A-and," you gesture around you at the mess. "And what's with all of this?"

Soobin pulls his earmuffs down and hooks them around his neck. He bites his bottom lip, and you know that his next few words are going to be a lie. You've been together long enough to know that that's his tell.

"It completely slipped my mind that I had a meeting with my advisor scheduled," he says. "He read over my most recent draft of my thesis."

"It took you only a half hour to drive to campus, have the meeting, and drive back?" you ask, and he opens his mouth to respond, but he can't seem to come up with anything to say. "Soob, why are you lying to me?"

"Babe—" he slips his hands into his pockets, taking in a breath.

"Ah, I'm gonna…go play Crazy Taxi," you hear Yeonjun say behind you.

You look back, watching Yeonjun scurry to his room and shut the door behind him. He's clearly aware of what's about to happen and must have lied to you before. Soobin is humming under his breath when you return your gaze to him, trying to come up with something to say.

"Soob, you're my best friend," you say. "If you're not—If this isn't working for you anymore, you can tell me. I'm—"

"What?" His eyebrows shoot up and he takes a step forward, cupping your face in his hands and shaking his head. "No. No, no no. That's not it! Why would you think that?"

"You've been acting so strange, and-and," you gesture back to Yeonjun's door. "And he's acting weird now too, like he knows why you're acting weird and can't say. And if it were good, he'd—"

"Y/N, no," Soobin says, leaning down to kiss you again. This time he lingers, his way of reassuring you and quelling your fears for good. "I'm not breaking up with you," he says, and then he laughs just like Yeonjun had. He’s smiling so wide his dimples show.

You smack his arm playfully, but it only makes him laugh harder. "So why is everything so different, then? And why did you lie about picking me up?"

He holds up his hands, giving up. "I know I've been off lately and starting dumb fights because...I’ve been so caught up with my paper," he says.

"Yeah," you say, urging him to continue.

"So I wanted to make it up to you by making a nice dinner," he stammers out, the apparent stress of this evening filling his voice as he goes on. "I wanted to get it done before I picked you up, but you and I both know I'm only good at baking. And I couldn't find the right pot for the rice and then I thought we were out of kochujang, so I went to the store, but then I remembered it was in the one cabinet I didn't look in."

"Soobin," you frown. "You didn't have to do that."

"I wanted to."

Now — Now you can wonder how you ever thought this man was going to break up with you. You look up at him, smiling at him and to yourself.

"Well, I can help you now," you say, and you pivot and start toward the kitchen. He grabs you by the waist before you can make it very far, though, spinning you back around.

"No, no, no," he says urgently again. He's still acting kind of weird, but now you chalk it up to his surprise being ruined. "I still want to do it myself."

"Babe, no offense, but it'll take all night if you try to do it yourself," you say, turning around again. He keeps his arms around your waist, following you closely and nearly tripping on your heel as you step onto the kitchen tile.

"Y/N," he whines, wrapping his arms tighter. He rests his chin on top of your head. "Let me do this for you."

You turn around in his arms and stare up at him, and he gives you a peck on the cheek. "Can I at least help do the dishes or something?" you ask.

"No," he says. "You had a long day at work, so go relax and play Crazy Taxi with Jun."

"No," you repeat back to him, and he recoils a bit, his eyebrows coming together. "This is stressing you out more, isn't it?"

"Not at all," he insists unconvincingly, shaking his head again so his bangs swish over his forehead. As you cross your arms over your chest, he keeps trying. "Just call me Chef Choi. I'm gonna make you the best kimchi jjigae and rice and bread you've ever had in your life."

This time you stand up on your tip toes and cup his face in your hands. "Whatever you say," you tell him, and he smiles, tilting his head in your hand. "Now where's the onion and mushroom? I'll cut it up for you."

"Babbbbyyyyy," he draws the word out, but you don't stop yourself from getting the cutting board from the cabinet.

"Come on," you say and you set the board down on the countertop. "This will be more fun, anyway. I'm not letting you stress yourself out on my account."

You expect him to keep pouting, the stubborn boy that he is, but instead his face begins to soften. He stares at you with these puppy dog eyes, so wide and affectionate that you have to do a double take. You haven't seen him look at you like this since the first time he told you he loved you.

“What?” you ask, when instead of saying anything, he takes your hands in his.

“I love you so much,” he says.

“And I love…” you start to say, but he’s sinking down. Down to one knee. “...you. Soobin.”

“I think I’ve always--Do you--” he sighs, shaking his hair out of his eyes. “I had this whole speech planned in my head, but I’m looking at you now and I can’t remember the order of it or even a single word. But this isn’t exactly going as planned anyway.”

“Soob, are you--” you take one hand from his to cover your face, which is quickly heating up. Your cheeks hurt from smiling and blushing and his loving gaze is so intoxicating that you can’t help but try and hide.

“Y/N, will you marry me?” he asks, and there he goes, pulling a ring box from the pocket of the suede jacket he’s still wearing, with his winter boots still on and his earmuffs still around his neck. He’s blushing wildly too, and you notice his hands shaking as he opens the box to reveal the sapphire ring you’d mentioned wanting many times to your best friend.

You take in the entire sight, mouth agape, until you realize you haven’t responded yet and Soobin’s still looking up at you nervously.

“Yes!” you say, and it comes out a lot louder than you meant it to. “Yes, obviously.”

"Wait, really?" Soobin asks, his features still soft. He loses his balance and nearly falls to his side, catching himself with his free hand. You nod, and you hold your hand out for him to put the glimmering ring on.

He almost drops it in the process, looking up at you with eyes filled with tears instead of at what he's doing. But then he springs up, somehow not falling over again, and smiles beneath your lips as he kisses you.

"Did you really think I'd say no?" you ask when the two of you pull away, your noses still only centimeters apart.

"Well," he tilts his head to the side and sinks into himself. "I planned all of this and then started to wonder if you even still liked me."

"Soob!" you smack his arm again — with your left hand, which now has the ring you still think you may be imagining. "That's why you've been acting so weird?"

"Yeah, and I wanted it to be perfect. But now I've just ruined all of it, which is also why I'm surprised you said yes," he chuckles. "I was going to make this whole meal and bake the bread and then put the ring in the bread, but then I was so stressed about the meal that I forgot to pick up the ring from the jewelers. So I had to make Jun get you from work so that I could pick up the ring, but then you guys were here when I got back and I couldn't do what I planned since you're such a wonderful girlfriend who wanted to help me because you thought I was stressed over my thesis, which I haven't thought about for the past month because I've been planning this."

You stare at him for a moment, at the way he sighs and his shoulders sag, and you take his face in your hands again.

"That is so you that this couldn't be any more perfect," you say, and one of the tears that had been building behind his eyes slips down his cheek. "Also this way, neither of us accidentally ate the ring."

He lets out a distressed laugh and falls into you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. "That's true. It was really expensive."

"You better not have spent your savings on it," you say, voice muffled with your face in his chest.

"Actually, your dad paid for half of it."

You pull back and look at him with furrowed brows. "My dad?"

"Yeah, I talked to him about all of this. And your mom. Your brother gave me a hard time but I like to believe he was joking," he says. "And Kai, who you probably guessed helped me with the ring. Yeonjun was the first person I told, of course, and he did a good job at distracting you while I did all of that."

"Oh," you say, and you try to think back to the past month and all of the times Yeonjun had invited you to hang out with him. You had thought it was just his way of keeping you company while Soobin allegedly stressed about school. "Yeonjun is still a terrible liar, though."

"Yeah," Sooblin laughs. "He is."

Just then, Yeonjun's door squeaks open and he comes out. He's changed into his pajamas and is in the middle of tossing a handful of chips into his mouth. As he's chewing, he says, "I heard my name. Is the food done?"

But as he swallows, his gaze locks in on the two of you, still tangled in each other. You watch as his eyes search between your flushed face and Soobin's tear-stained cheeks.

"Wait," he says. "Did I miss it?"

Soobin gives him a shy smile.

"I missed it!" he pouts. "Soobin, I was supposed to film it. And, you know, see it."

"You can film the wedding," you say, just as Soobin says to Yeonjun, "Do you want me to do it over? 'Cuz it was kind of sloppy and I forgot my whole speech."

"Ah, I missed that? And the look on her face?" Yeonjun just keeps pouting, padding closer to you two. "Bin, she really thought you were going to break up with her. I was seconds away from giving up your secret." As he steps into the kitchen, he peers over the two of you to get a look at the stove. "You didn't even start the jjigae? Wow, man, you really did drop the ball."

Soobin grins down at his feet, shaking his head. When he looks back up at you, you mouth, "I love you."

"I love you," he mouths back, his smile spreading to show his dimples again, and that's really all you needed.

The night may not have gone according to Soobin's plans, but it was perfect. So utterly perfect.

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