#everytime i think it’ll get better you shove more words in my face and laugh as i crumble

[alpacaparkaseok]

Where you should be

8. Thantophobia

Today is a crazy and disappointing day in the US. To all my friends, whether in the states or outside, stay safe. 🤟🏼

Genre: Hobi x oc

Warnings: this series contains stalking, blackmail, and similar stressful/fear inducing situations. Also unrequited love, which is perhaps the most terrifying of all.

Word Count: 4.1k

Thantophobia (n.) the phobia of losing someone you love

I have a few poignant regrets in my life. One of them is rejecting Hoseok over a year ago.

The other is sitting right in front of me.

“Why are you frowning?” Jihun asks me as he downs another glass of whine. “I thought I told you that we were celebrating tonight.”

My wine remains untouched on the coffee table before me, and I make to no to drink it. “Get out of my apartment.”

Jihun shakes his head at me, looking disappointed. “Is that really the way to speak to an old friend?”

“In what world are we friends?”

“Do you really not remember me?”

I huff, sitting on the very edge of the couch and trying my best to hide my phone that I’ve set beside me. “You hardly seem worth remembering.”

Jihun’s nostrils flare as he leans forward. “Now the truth comes out,” he coos. “Did you know that I’ve also had a few friends keeping tabs on your boyfriend?”

I freeze, staring at him in disbelief. “What?”

“They’re there right now, actually. I’ve been receiving updates from them all night…” he takes his phone out to glance at the screen, a wide smile playing across his features. “It looks like Hoseok just arrived at home. I wonder where he was? With you, perhaps?”

I find that I’m unable to answer him, too afraid of what’s about to happen next. Jihun seems to know this, chuckling at my reaction as he scrolls through his phone.

“Oh, you know what could be fun?” He tilts his head to the side, almost replicating Hobi’s endearing habit for a moment, putting a dark twist to it. “Answer me, Ha-rin.”

“What,” I whisper. It’s enough for now.

“In my agreement with Bang Si-hyuk, he made me agree to not release any of the photos I worked so hard to collect to the public. He also had a few other conditions, however I was interested to see just how much he stressed that no actions that could lead to physical harm be taken against the two of you.”

My blood chills as Jihun smiles, looking for all the world like there’s no place he’d rather be than right here, threatening me.

“You can’t harm us,” I breathe out, the bite in my words lost in my fear.

Jihun shrugs. “True. But I was never told that we couldn’t have a little fun with Hoseok’s house, was I?” My heart begins to pound as Jihun looks back down at his phone, completely relaxed. “It’s not my fault if he’s inside it when it happens.”

Suddenly I’m seeing red, bolting off the couch and sprinting for the door. “What are you going to do?!” I scream, tearing the door open and staring back at Jihun who hasn’t moved an inch. “What are you-”

“I already did my part.” Jihun says, stretching before getting on his feet. Prowling toward me like a cat, he gives me a toothy grin as he sidles out the door. “Now we just have to wait.”

I shove past him, taking off down the hallway. Barefoot, eyes wide, and panting as I sprint toward the elevator. As I pound the button over and over, I hear Jihun’s voice from behind me.

“What are you going to do about it? Take the bus?” Placing a hand on my shoulder, he gives a contented sigh as the elevator doors slide open almost as though at his own beck and call. “It’ll be too late, by then, darling.” He glides into the elevator, turning around to give me a mock salute before punching the buttons. As the doors close, Jihun frowns at me.

“You should have left him alone, he would have been much better off.”

I stare at the closed doors for a few seconds, my brain short-circuiting as my heart pounds out of my chest. Think Ha-rin, think.

Remembering my phone that I still have in my hands, I bring it up to my ear.

“Do-yun-”

“I’m almost at his house. Stay inside. Hajoon should be there shortly.”

“But-”

“Inside.”

Practically crawling back to my apartment, I’m barely able to open the door before my knees crash into the ground.

I had called Do-yun as soon as I saw Jihun, hoping that he was listening to every word. Clearly he was, but Jihun’s words swirl around my head as I crumble in on myself.

It’s not my fault if he’s inside it when it happens.

You should have left him alone.

We’re celebrating tonight!

I was wrong to defend him in front of Bang Si-hyuk. Now, instead of playing his tedious games of money and photos, I’m on my knees waiting for the headline to cross my phone. I can picture it so clearly in my head.

Jung Hoseok - dead in an explosion

J-hope dead at the hands of love

World star ‘j-hope’ found dead in his apartment - is Sunny behind this?

“Sunny?”

I bolt up to my feet, throwing myself at the intruder. “Get out! Leave!”

Two strong arms trap my arms against my body, and I look up through blurry eyes to see Hajoon staring down at me with a clenched jaw.

Suddenly I’m collapsing against him, sobbing into his jacket as I say the same thing over and over again.

“Hobi…”

“Do-yun was nearly there when I last checked in with him.”

I shake my head. “It’s too late.”

“Too late?”

Jihun’s words plummet into my brain like ammunition. “Too late. I should h-have left him alone. It’s all my- my fault.”

I can feel Hajoon shaking his head above me. “That’s not true, Sunny. Don’t believe what that freak said. He was just trying to get under your skin.”

I go to speak again, but Hajoon’s phone begins to ring. Jumping away from him like I just saw a ghost, I watch as he turns serious, angrily wiping my tears away as though they’ll obstruct my hearing.

“Yes sir...I’m here…” He listens for a long moment, nodding. “Ok. Would you like me to contact anyone?”

My stomach drops to my toes. Hajoon quickly finishes the phone call, turning to see my fallen expression.

“Do-yun said to bring you over to Hoseok’s place.”

My eyes widen. “I-is he alright?”

Hajoon grabs my coat from off the rack and nudges my shoes toward me. I hurry to put them on. “Do-yun is clearing the area for any sign of a threat.”

Not an answer.

“But is Hoseok alright?”

Hajoon opens the door wide for me, giving me a confused look. “Of course.”

♟

The drive to Hobi’s apartment is excruciating. I’ve sent him about a million texts and attempted to call him a couple of times, but no answer.

“You did the right thing,” Hajoon gingerly says. He keeps his eyes trained on the road ahead, but I know that he’s wondering if I’m about to start sobbing again. “You remained calm for as long as you could, and gave us valuable information. If you hadn’t called Do-yun-”

“Hajoon.”

He sighs. “Alright.”

By the time we’re pulling up to where he lives, I’m nearly hyperventilating. As I see his house still in one piece and the lights on inside, I let out a sob of relief.

Hajoon has barely had time to throw the car into park before I’m launching myself out of the car, flying up the stairs and tearing open the door.

Do-yun stands talking with Hoseok, who jumps at my sudden entrance.

“H-Hoseok,” I gasp. “I’m so s-sorry-” I rush inside, running straight to him as he opens his arms.

“I’m ok,” he soothes, shooting Do-yun a concerned look over my shoulder. “Breathe, Rin-ah. I’m ok.”

I shake my head, burying myself into Hobi’s shoulder as I cling to him. “No, this wouldn’t have happened if-”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” Hobi mutters, already reading my mind.

“But-”

“Do-yun, thank you for coming.” Hobi effectively dismisses the bodyguard, slinging his arm around me and pulling me in farther to the apartment. “Did you need anything else, or…?”

“No, no. We’ll just take one last look at the area and call it a night.”

Do-yun’s footsteps echo around the small common area as he heads toward the door, calling out to Hajoon as he opens the door.

I remain in Hobi’s arms while we listen to their muted conversation outside, shaking like a leaf as Hobi tries to calm me down.

“I’m so sorry, Rin-ah,” he mumbles. “I can’t imagine how you must have felt.”

A part of me crumbles at his sincere words, pulling back enough to look up at him with a sorrowful look. “Hobi, this is my fault. I-I thought that you were-”

“Shh,” he whispers, pulling me back into his arms. “You’re exhausted and in shock. How about you take a shower? I’ll grab some clothes for you.”

I blink up at him. “But I need to go home.”

Hobi smiles softly at me, looking at me like I just asked him why the world orbits the sun. “Stay. Just for tonight.”

Grumbling the entire way to the shower, I watch Hoseok’s every move as he brings me some spare clothes, giving me a fresh towel and instructing me on everything that has to do with the shower, almost as though I’ve never used one before.

I keep quiet, not having it in me to tease him about it right now. Not when I’m still struggling to keep it all together.

I could have lost him tonight.

That’s the thought that keeps me company as I stand under the shower, making no move to do anything else. The white tile I’m staring at laughs as me as I try to calm down, but everytime I close my eyes I’m suddenly back at my apartment, standing barefoot in the hallway and completely unable to help the person I love.

If I can’t protect him, should I even be allowed to have him?

I finally manage to get enough energy to wash my hair and body as quickly as possible, spurred on by the same thought as before. I could have lost him.

Turning the shower off and wiping the steam off of the mirror, I stare at my reflection. My makeup which I forgot to take off before showering is running down my cheeks, making my eyes look just as terrifying as I feel at the moment. Scrubbing hard at my face, I listen to the sounds of Hobi moving about the house. A part of me relishes in the fact that I’m here tonight, with him. Especially after so long of not being able to see each other for more than a few hours at a time. It’s been...over a year since I was last here.

Once my face is shiny and clean, I release a long breath. I’m still on edge, but now I’m starting to feel the exhaustion seeping in. From today’s meeting with its tense atmosphere, to creating the new track and now this, it’s been a long day.

“Hobi?” I call out quietly as I step out into the hallway, hissing at the sudden cold now that I’m out of the bathroom.

“In the kitchen!”

Making my way to the kitchen I glance at a few of the new decorations he’s put up. There’s one small painting in particular that I don’t remember being here before, and I pause to look at it.

“Did you get lost?” Hoseok’s arms wrap around my shoulders as he asks the questions, making me nearly jump out of my skin. He laughs, pressing a kiss to my hair. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” I mumble, pointing to the painting. “This wasn’t here before.”

“Ah. You haven’t been here in a while.” Pulling me backward, he steers me toward the kitchen. “I made some chamomile. Shall we drink some tea and head to bed?”

“Mmm.”

He chuckles, taking the kettle off the stove. “I’ll take that as a yes.” I watch his lithe fingers as they take two mugs out of the cupboard, the tea steaming as he pours until they’re filled to the brim. Sliding the mug toward me he waits until I’ve grabbed it and hold it in my hands before he turns to clean up.

“I sent Do-yun to your apartment complex to find Jihun’s ex.” Hobi’s back is to me, rinsing off some dishes in the sink as he speaks. “Hopefully she’ll be able to give us some way to find him.”

My eyes widen. “What are they going to do with him?”

Hobi looks at me over his shoulder, his face grim. “Rin-ah, they’re going to arrest him. He’s threatened us openly, and we were foolish enough to think that he’d be satisfied with the money offer. He’s insane. He won’t stop once his pockets are lined.”

Gazing down at my tea, I sigh. “Good.”

Hoseok gives me a surprised gaze. “You were just defending him this morning to Bang PD.”

“I simply wanted him to be handled like a normal person,” I defend. “And this is how normal people should be treated. He’s...scary, and threatening the safety of others. So good. I’m so tired…” I trail off, planting my face in my hands. “I’m so tired of all of this.”

The sound of a stool scraping against the floor alerts me to Hobi sitting across from me. He makes no moe to pull my attention away or make me look at him, instead just opting to be there with me.

“I know.”

There isn’t much else to be said as we slowly drink our tea, staring off into the distance with our heavy thoughts. I wonder what he’s thinking as Hobi’s eyes become clouded with worry.

I don’t get a chance to ask. “You should head to bed,” Hobi whispers into the silence. I nod, slipping off the stool and taking my mug to the sink. “I’ve got it, don’t worry.” He mumbles, gently pulling me away.

“I can wash my dish, Hobi,” I grumble. He shakes his head.

“I know, but it’s my house. Let me wash it. You go to sleep.” We walk down the hallway to the guest room, and the second I enter it I’m drowning in a flood of memories and emotions. If I squint, I’m sure I can see my past self staring up at the ceiling with so much regret.

A glance at Hobi’s face shows me that he’s also remembering what happened the last time we were in this room. For a moment he reverts back to that wounded self, hardly daring to look at me in the eye as he turns down the bed and turns on the bedside lamp. I watch him from the doorway, halfway between a smile and a frown.

“You should be set,” Hobi says with his hands on his hips. “Do you need anything else before I head to bed?”

“I think I’m fine. Thank you,” I say, striding over to him wrapping my arms around his middle. I smile softly as Hoseok sighs in relief, running his hands up and down my arms.

“I love you.”

Those three words uttered from his lips are like ambrosia to my senses, and I relax enough to lean up to brush my lips against his. “I love you.”

♟

I’m back to staring at the ceiling. A glance at my phone has me groaning; it’s only 12:30. Why does it feel like I’ve been laying here for years?

Despite my exhaustion, I can’t stand to close my eyes. My heart begins to pound and suddenly I’m breaking out into a cold sweat as I imagine over and over again different scenarios which all have one thing in common: losing Hobi.

It’s when I’ve had a mini melt down for the fifth time that I swing my legs out of bed, feet finding my slippers in the dark. Padding silently to my door, I open it to find the hallway completely dark.

I keep one hand on the wall as I wander about the apartment, trying to find Hobi’s room in the dark. As I round a corner and see a faint light coming out from under his door, I sigh. It looks like I’m not the only one still awake.

I stand outside of his door for too long, contemplating whether I should just leave him alone and go back to bed, but looking back at the dark hallway I find that I’m too scared to turn back now. The thought of Jihun waiting in the shadows to pounce out at me has me gently cracking the door open, peeking inside Hobi’s room.

He’s sitting on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands, wearing basketball shorts and a t-shirt. He doesn’t notice my arrival, keeping his face hidden behind his hands as he takes steadying breaths.

My voice is small as I call out to him. “Hobi?”

Hobi’s head shoots up at my voice, his eyes wide as they land on my figure in the doorway. “Rin-ah, what’s wrong?”

Chewing on my lip like it can save me from embarrassment, I tiptoe into his room until I’m sitting beside him on the bed, clinging to the edge with white knuckles.

“Can I stay in here tonight?”

I didn’t think it was possible for Hobi’s eyes to get any wider, but I’m proven wrong as he slowly nods, his eyes nearly popping out. After a few seconds he finally composes himself, letting out a long breath. “Of course you can. Can’t sleep?”

He sits back against the headboard, gesturing for me to follow. “No,” I admit, coming to sit beside him.

“Come here, I’ll play with your hair.”

I can hear my heart pounding in my ears as I lay my head on his lap, my eyes immediately falling shut as he begins to run his fingers through my hair. It’s quiet, the sound of our breathing the only noise as I’m pulled closer and closer to sleep.

My hand curls around Hobi’s free hand, instinctively holding onto him as his fingers dip down to trace the lines of my face. I’m half asleep when I hear Hobi’s low rumble, hardly able to understand what he’s saying at first.

“...had a hard day. I’m sure you’re exhausted.” He traces my jaw, coming up to my cheekbone. “But you’re so brave, Rin-ah. I should tell you this when you’re actually awake, huh? But if you’re somehow listening to me in your dreams, I want you to know that I think you’re so brave. It’s one of the reasons I love you. You’re my brave, beautiful, quick-witted Rin-ah.”

The bed shifts as Hobi slides to lay down on the bed, my nearly unconscious self hardly noting the movement. He keeps me close, his breath fanning my face as we lay on our sides. His finger traces the slope of my nose one last time before pressing a light kiss to my forehead.

“I got that new painting about...eight months ago?” His voice is soft, lulling me closer to sleep.  “It reminded me of you. And for some reason I thought that I needed that. I needed to be reminded of what I lost.” He sighs, the sound weighing on my heart. “I needed to look at that every day and remember what I lost so I would know to cherish it if I ever got a second chance.”

The bed dips and shifts as Hobi rolls to his back, maintaining the grip that I still have on his hand and pulling it up to lay on his chest.

He turns off the lamp, delving us into darkness. “I love you. Always have, always will.”

♟

When I wake up it’s not because the sun is up or because my dreams have driven me awake; it’s because somebody’s holding my hand.

One eye slides open to see Hobi lying beside me, back on his side and my hand still wrapped around his. His hair is a mess, sticking up in different directions and his lips form a pout that I think can only be described as adorable.

I’m in the middle of marveling at how wonderful it is to wake up beside him when the memory of the events of last night barrels into me at full speed.

If things had gone south last night…

It’s that thought that has me taking a deeper look at the man beside me, noting the worry lines and remembering how he sat with his head in his hands last night when I came in, looking for all the world like he was seconds away from a mental breakdown. The thought I had last night re enters my mind unbidden.

If I can’t protect him, am I even allowed to keep him?

Looking across the room to the window I can tell that behind the curtains the world is still dark. It reflects my dark thoughts as Jihun’s voice drifts back to me.

“You should have left him alone, he would have been much better off.”

Brushing back a strand of hair from Hobi’s forehead, I feel the tears pricking as I memorize how he looks right now.

“So beautiful,” I whisper.

Slipping my hand from his and watching how he frowns and grabs the blanket in my absence, I get off the bed as quietly as possible.

The rest is easy. Changing into yesterday’s clothes and grabbing my phone, I leave a note on the fridge. I’m nearly to the door when I stop myself.

I have so rarely been selfish when it comes to Hoseok. I’ve always tried my best to remember that everything has a price, and it’s not one that we’re both willing to pay. We’ve worked too hard to get to where we are now to throw it all away.

Saying yes to him a few weeks ago was the most selfish I’ve been, but it was worth it. For a moment, the pros outweighed the cons. So, continuing for a moment longer in that selfishness, I sneak back down to his room, peeking inside to where he’s still asleep.

His back is turned to me, he hasn’t moved from his previous position. Sighing to myself, I watch as he breathes, still in the throes of sleep. Peaceful.

I hesitate a few seconds longer before heading back to where my shoes were kicked off beside the door. Glancing at the painting of downtown Seoul with a bus in the background, I close the door as quietly as possible.

♟

Sending off the text and attached files to Pdogg, I sling my backpack over my shoulder and wince at the weight. Between the backpack and the duffle bag I’m carrying, I’m definitely getting my workout in.

I double check the slip of paper in my hand, hoping that I’m not too late. Announcements are being made over the PA, but they’re not loud enough to drown out the sound of my phone ringing nonstop. I drop my dufflebag to silence my phone, giving an apologetic look to the people around me.

In the end, there was one comment that Jihun made that actually made sense to me.

“What are you going to do, take the bus?”

A dark bus appears in the distance and people begin to line up to board. I join the line, squinting to make sure that this is the right one. When the bus lights up with the words Daegon/Daegu/Busan I roll my shoulders in preparation for the long ride.

Out of habit I keep my head down, praying that nobody here will recognize me from work. If Bighit managed to catch wind of my plans that quickly, I’d be impressed. But I doubt that they’ll realize what I’ve done until later.

If only Hoseok would stop calling me, that would make it all so much easier.

A young man smiles at me as he politely offers to help me with my bags. I let him store my duffel bag below the bus, opting to keep my backpack with me.

Only a few minutes later we’re rolling out of the station. My eyes take in the sights and sounds of Seoul, aching as I see the Bighit building in the distance.  

“Where are you heading?” A chipper young girl asks beside me. “I’m going to Daegon to spend the week with my grandma. Are you visiting family?”

I chew on the inside of my cheek, my eyes watching the Bighit building until it’s out of sight. “No, I’m moving.”

“Really? You don’t have a lot of things if you’re moving. Where are you moving to?”

I finally get a good look at her, almost laughing when she’s wearing a BTS shirt. Life is cruel.

“Me? Busan.”

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[toplinetommy]

Four Times You Ask Travis to Fill In + The One Time He Asks You

Words: 3.4k

Warnings: language, a guy being a dick in the first part

a/n: literally got inspo from this out of nowhere and sat down to write it after a two 8 hour work days, pls dont hesitate to give me feedback!

one

“You want a refill?” Travis asks you as he sees you stirring your straw in your now empty glass. 

“Yes, please!” You answer, smile on your face.

“The usual?” He double checks, regarding the light yellow liquid that was previously in your cup. You nod your head yes and he walks away through the crowd towards the bar.

As you wait, you pull out your phone to check your Snapchat as you lean against the wall where your small group was formed. 

As you switch to texting your roommate back, you feel a much larger presence that couldn’t possibly be Travis. You offer the large stranger a soft smile as you turn your full attention back to your phone. 

“Do I know you from somewhere?” The man asks, making you turn to him to fully take his appearance in.

You roll your eyes as you look at him, clearly not knowing him and clearly figuring out that the statement was just a line. “I don’t think so.”

“You sure? I feel like we’ve had to have met before. I’d remember someone as pretty as you,” The guy smirks, taking a step closer to you.

You roll your eyes once more at the comment before turning your attention towards the bar across the room. The dim lighting of the bar combined with the overcrowding made it difficult for you to find your best friend. 

“And I think I’d remember a guy that used that lame of a pick-up line.” You clap back, a tight lipped smile falling on your face once you’re done speaking. You go back to your phone, trying your best to get the guy to take the hint that you’re not interested. Instead, he doesn’t, and he begins speaking yet again.

“You’re sassy, I like that.” He says, his gaze moving from your eyes down the rest of your body. The path of his gaze is painfully obvious to you as you try not to gag at both his actions and his attempts at flirting. He moves his hand to place it on his waist and the second you feel it, you’re shoving him off of you.

You turn your body once again to see if any of your friends notice the situation you’re in. All of them are either in their own worlds or out on the dancefloor, so you start looking for Travis who you still can’t find in the large crowd. 

However, the shove doesn't stop him as he moves towards you again, closer than he was before. He starts to crowd you closer to the wall before a warm hand grabs you and Travis is suddenly between you and the stranger.

“Aye, you better not be hitting on my girl.” He interrupts, linking your fingers with his and fully placing his body in front of yours, blocking you from the much taller man. 

“You better keep your girl in check then, man, she was all over me.” The stranger counters, puffing his chest trying to intimidate Travis.

“My girl wasn’t flirting with you. She can do whatever she wants anyways.” He shrugs, puffing out his smaller, but still broad chest. The stranger finally takes the hint and walks away, making sure to shove Travis as he turns.

“Thank you for that. I barely even talked to him but he wouldn’t leave me alone.” You thank Travis, once he turns back towards you. He hands you your drink before pulling your head into your chest, rubbing the back of your head in comfort.

“You’re okay,” He assures you, pulling away to look at your facial expression.

two

“Hey, you know that Luke Combs concert I bought tickets to, like, months ago?” You ask Travis, sitting down at his island as he moves towards the fridge to get a bottle of water out. He shuts the fridge before turning around and leaning against it. “Yeah? You’re supposed to go with Rilee, right?”

“That’s the thing,” You start. “She was supposed to go with me but I guess her boyfriend is having surgery so she has to be there for that.” 

Travis takes a gulp of his water as he listens closely to your predicament. “So what are you gonna do?” He swallows.

“Well,” you start, the pitch in your voice higher than normal. It’s the same voice you use with him everytime you ask him for a favor and you can tell he knows as he dramatically sets his water bottle down on the counter and throws his baseball hat covered head back. “I was thinking you could come instead. I already checked your game schedule and you don’t have a game and you’ll be in town!” You exclaim. 

Travis just looks at you silently as you speak. Your body is leaning over the island you’re sitting at, trying to get more of his attention and trying to make him understand how big of a deal it is to you.

“You know how much I love him! Please!” You beg further.

“What day is it exactly? I’ll make sure to clear my schedule.” Travis agrees, pulling his phone out of his pocket to double check his calendar. A squeak leaves your mouth and you jump out of your seat, running to him to give him a hug. You kiss his cheek loudly, leaving a wet spot on his cheek and mutter another thank you.

“Yuck.” Travis groans, wiping the slightly wet spot off of his cheek, a smile still covering his face contradicting his verbal discomfort of your actions. 

Pulling away from him, you move a step back opening the fridge to grab a drink for yourself. “You love country music, you can’t not have fun.” You argue, as you close the fridge, staring him down as you do so.

three

Thanksgiving was just right around the corner, which in Philadelphia meant the full effects of Fall were coming out. The streets were littered with orange leaves, pumpkin spice lattes were at all of your favorite coffee shops, and football and hockey was back in full force. 

It also meant the dreaded yearly company dinner your office had around this time. You were one of the younger people working at your office, which meant you didn’t fully immerse yourself into the office culture, and instead only talked to people directly in the same department.

“So, it’s almost American Thanksgiving.” Travis remarks, looking at you writing things down on the calendar that’s stuck to your refrigerator. 

You turn to your friend, hand still writing, “do you know what you’re doing yet?” 

“We have games the day before and the day after, so I’ll probably just go to Haysie’s place since you’re going home.” He shrugs.

“That doesn’t sound too bad. What sounds bad is my drive home and seeing people I haven’t seen in forever asking me the same million questions.” You say, capping your pen and placing it on the countertop next to you. “I also have a company dinner the weekend before, which really doesn’t sound fun.”

“Why?” Travis laughs. He knows you love your job so he’s confused as to why you don’t think you’ll have a fun time. 

“For starters, the company is way larger than you think it is so it’ll be a fuck ton of people. Secondly, I only talk to the people in my department and everyone is significantly older than me.” You explain.

“Do you have to go?” He further questions.

“I don’t think so, but they’ll know if I’m not there.” You shrug, “Think of it like all those dinners you have to do with the Flyers. You could not show up but it wouldn’t be a good idea.”

“Ahh, I see, okay, yeah, and if it’s anything like mine, it seems like they’ll be stuffy.”

“Exactly.” you point, moving to sit next to him at the kitchen table. “And, I’m pretty sure all of the people I’m friends with are bringing their significant others.” 

He nods his head at your complaints, thinking of positives to bring up about why the dinner will in fact be fun.

“Unless,” You start, dragging out the end of the word which fully grabs Travis’ attention as he sets his beer down to the table. “Do you want to come with? You can be my entertainment for the night!” You suggest, hint of begging in your tone. 

Travis stares at your suggestion dumb-founded, “What.” The stiff tone in his voice makes it seem like he’s not even asking a question, and is instead stating a fact. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“What do you mean? It’s a perfect idea!” You clap your hands together before they start moving frantically as you continue to ramble. “You already have a suit, you probably won’t have a game, you’re already used to talking to those fancy people!”

“You should bond with the people you work with.” Travis counters.

“I can still do that if you’re there.” You state, putting on your best puppy dog eyes. 

You stare him down and you can see him start to crack before he responds, “Fine, but if more than five people ask me about what being an NHLer is like, I’m ditching you.”

four

A loud groan leaves your mouth as you walk back into your apartment, a stack of mail in your hands and a confused Travis sitting on your couch. He looks up from his phone with knitted eyebrows, silently asking you what the groan was for.

You set the stack of mail down on the table by your front door before tossing him a pristine white envelope with neat, black handwriting on the outside. “Who’s Emma?” He asks, handing the mail back to you. 

You begin opening the envelope as you speak. “You know that one girl in my sorority that I would constantly complain about?” He nods his head, urging you to go on. “I saw a while ago that she got engaged on Instagram and I guess she’s inviting me to the wedding.”

“Literally who gets married in the winter anyways?!” You groan dramatically, setting your full weight into the couch next to your friend. 

Travis laughs next to you at your dramatic body movement before he turns to you.”So?” He asks, somewhat confused at your groaning. 

“Why would you want to get married in Philly when it’s below freezing? Like who wants to do that!” You complain.

“You know you just don't have to go?” Travis suggests with raised eyebrows. Another groan passes your lips at your oblivious friend.

“I can’t just not go! She was my roommate when I lived in the sorority house.” You state in a straightforward tone. 

“When is it?” Travis questions further.

You toss him the formal invitation, “Early December.” 

He reads over the invitation before looking up to you to hand it back to you. As he reaches his hand to hand it over, a light bulb goes off in your head.

“Oh no.” Travis starts.

“You can come with!” You suggest excitedly.

“No, you don’t need an NHL player crashing your friend’s wedding.” He argues.

“Oh yes, I do.” You argue back, voice stern. The two of you stare one another down for what feels like minutes before Travis finally caves and agrees to go with you.

--

“See what I mean?” You start turning to look at Travis. “It’s fucking freezing why whould you want to get married in this? There’s literally snow on the ground.” You complain, gesturing to the inches of snow surrounding the sidewalks as you walk from the ceremony to the reception.

Travis wraps his arm around your shoulder, rubbing your arm to try and give you some sort of warmth. It isn’t as successful as you want it to be, but you appreciate the gesture as you lean into his warmer side.

“It’s not fair though, you get to wear an overcoat and still look nice. If I put on my winter coat I would like a marshmallow.” You scoff, causing loud laughter to erupt from Travis.

“You know damn well you wouldn’t look like a marshmallow.” He starts in between fits of laughter. “And, besides, your sexy legs would take away from your marshmallow-ness.” He jokes poking at the bottom of your thigh where you dress ended and the bareness of your legs started.

A light blush comes to your cheeks and your stomach tightens as you scoff at his comment and push him away jokingly.

You guys walk the rest of the short distance to the reception in quiet chills before finally finding your seats. You had to admit the wedding so far had been beautiful, even if you had a slight distaste for the bride herself.

You’re still sat after the both of you finish your meals, the both of you taking a break before joining the dancefloor again. 

“Not too bad, eh?” Travis questions you. His arm is resting comfortably over the back of your chair not quite directly landing over your shoulders. You turn your attention from the large mass on the dancefloor to Travis before answering, “Yeah, better than I thought it would be. I’ve gotten to see a lot of people from college I haven’t seen in a while.” A good chunk of your sorority sisters had also been in attendance as well as a few other people you recognized as Emma’s close friends.

He nods his head slightly before you ask him if he too is enjoying his evening. “Of course, it’s an excuse to hang with you and get you to dance without begging.” He remarks. “Speaking of, I think it’s time to go out-dance everyone out there.” He stands up, offering his hand for you to grab. You take a hold of his hand as you stand up and follow him to the middle of the room where the dancefloor was located.

The two of you dance for a while, and by two of you, it’s Travis dancing like an idiot while you kind of just bounce and sing to the songs. A slower song comes on and you turn away from Travis, intending to make your way back to your seats. Instead, Travis stops you, pulling your body flush against his as he rests his hands on the small of your back. “Not so fast there, killer,” He smiles, looking down at your face. 

You slowly move your hands to his shoulders, playing with the ends of his hair with one hand. “You should really get a haircut soon.” You chirp, knowing all too well he won’t cut it just because you told him to. He playfully rolls his eyes at your joke and lets the two of you dance to the song in silence. 

As the song ends you begin to slightly pull away from him. “Thanks for filling in as my date today, Travis. I know you get your fair share of weddings in the offseason.”

“You know I don’t mind, y/n” He replies as the music completely cuts out before the next one starts.

You leave a soft kiss on his cheek before you’re pulled away by a few of your friends you haven’t been able to say hi to yet.

plus one

Your phone starts to ring, pulling your attention from your computer. Picking it up you see Travis’ face covering the screen so you answer it.

“Y/n!” He cheers loudly into the phone, causing you to erupt in a giggle. “Have you checked Instagram in like the past five minutes?”

“No?” You answer, infliction in your voice. You move your phone away from your ear, putting it on speaker before opening the Instagram app. “I’ve been pretty busy at work today.” 

“Well, look!” He says, just as loudly. You scroll on your feed, trying to find what Travis is silently asking you to look for. You still don’t know what he’s talking about and you open your mouth to ask him and that’s when you see it.

“Holy shit!” You exclaim, liking the post by the Philadelphia Flyers. You read the caption a few more times as the news settles in. “You’re an all star!”

“I’m an all star, baby!” He repeats back to you. Your smile widens even more hearing the excitement in your best friend’s voice. “Chuck pulled me aside before practice this morning.” He explains. 

“Congratulations Teeks,” You compliment. “I’m really proud of you. You’ve been working your ass off all season for something like this.” 

“Thank you, y/n, means a lot.” He starts, a softness in his tone replacing his previous excitement. “I’ll let you get back to work, though.” He finishes.

“Want to celebrate after your game?” You suggest. “I can come over and bring some food?” 

“Sounds perfect. See ya later.”

“Good luck tonight! I’ll talk to you soon.” You conclude, hanging up.

--

You knock on Travis’ front door before opening it and letting yourself in, announcing your presence. You go to set the bag of take out and the bottle of wine you brought over for the occasion onto his island before you see him emerge from his bedroom hallway.

Once you see him you smile and run over to him, tackling him in a hug. “Congratulations!” You shriek with glee. Your arms wrap tightly around his neck as he wraps his tightly around your torso, slightly lifting your body off the ground.

“Thank you!” He cheers once he pulls away from you.

“I brought Five Guys and some wine to celebrate,” You start, leading him back towards his kitchen island. “I thought you could ditch your diet for one night.”

Your joke causes Travis to let out a chuckle as he closely examines the bottle of wine you brought. Instead of opening it or even pulling out the to-go containers from the bag, he leans against the island turning to look at you.

There’s an unreadable softness in his eyes which has you confused. Not only did he find out that he was going to be an NHL all-star at such a young age, the Flyers had also won their game that night, so he should at least be filled with glee.

“What’s up?” You ponder from across the spacious kitchen.

“Just thinking about everything I guess, everything it took to get here.” The sudden turn from Travis’ normal cheerfulness to openly talking about his emotions has you even more confused. He looks into your eyes from where he stands and holds out his arms, leaning towards you to pull you closer.

“Like, you’ve been here when we were dog shit - when I was dog shit, and now you’re here.” He starts. He’s holding both your hands now, lightly rubbing his thumbs on the back of them. He looks down at your joined hands before continuing. “Like, I feel like I’m in a dream, like how the hell am I an all-star?”

“Because you’re an amazing hockey player Travis, and the league knows that.” You comfort him, taking a step closer to him. It feels as if the air around is lighter as you look into his eyes and feel his body closer to yours than it normally is.

He stays quiet a little while longer, glancing at your mouth every so often. “I was thinking today, you should come with me to St. Louis, eh?” He suggests, pulling your body so that your thighs are touching his. His rough hands disconnect from your hands, as he places one on your waist and the other on the junction of your jaw.

Your mouth slightly drops open at his suggestion, “Don’t families just go? And like girlfriends?”

“Yeah, that’s kinda what I’m getting around to asking you.” He whispers, head leaning in towards yours. His mouth is millimeters away from yours, and you’re sure he can feel your deep breathing on his face. “I kinda like, really like you.”

“So, you’re asking me out then?” You question, your hands moving to the back of his neck where his longer hair rests.

“I mean, I kinda thought all those times you asked me to go to those things where dates,” He shrugs, his nose brushing against yours. “I was hoping we could skip that part and you could just be my girlfriend, yeah?” 

Your eyes momentarily move from his, down to his mouth, and back up to his eyes before you respond in a whisper, “Yeah.”

That’s all it takes for Travis to close the small gap between the two of you as his mouth moves against yours softly.

#travis konecny imagine #travis konecny #alex writes

[kirishwima]

Can I please request the RFA recognising MC as someone they had a crush in middle/high school?? and whom they haven't seen in years. Pretty please. Also V maybe if that's not too much to ask?

awe that’s such a cute idea! sorry it took me so long to get to writing it T-T

I won’t write V right now as I only have a limited amount of time, but I’ll add his story in a reblog soon! 

But since it’s difficult to write for Seven and Ray given their canonical story, I’ll skip them for now-if you’d like me to write an AU version for the two please let me know!

I’ll be using they/them pronouns for MC since you specified them as such!

YOOSUNG:

* We know he was quite the popular boy in high school, even getting love letters~ He wasn’t all that interested in anyone at the time though, too busy studying instead

* There was however one person who caught their eye; they sat right next to Yoosung, and whilst he never paid much mind to them before, he once overslept, ran to class late, and after getting a good scolding from the teacher, he realized as he rummaged through his backpack he forgot his textbooks.

* MC, seeing his frazzled expression and his desk devoid of books, simply slid their book closer to him, acting nonchalant all the while. They didn’t want the poor guy to get scolded by the teacher yet again after all.

* To Yoosung, at that very instant, MC looked like an angel that fell from the heavens, here to aid him in his moment of need...and they were cute to boot...it didn’t take long for him to start talking more often with them, his upbeat personality endearing and MC’s charm enough to make him develop his very first crush.

*It’s not like they were in the same friend group or anything, so they only saw each other during certain classes, but they chatted often enough, greeted each other in the hallway-and Yoosung couldn’t help the blush on his cheeks everytime MC smiled at him, shoving his friends playfully when they teased him over it.

* Even Rika asked him about it once, after he nonchalantly mentinoed MC, his  cheeks betraying his emotions as she took note of that-(I’d like to think it’s one of the reasons she later on chose MC to send to the RFA *eye emoji)

* But well, time passed, final exams came and the stress of it all overtook everyone, and before anyone knew, graduation came and went-he wanted to find MC during the graduation ceremony, tell them to keep in touch, but with the large number of people around that day it’d be a triumph to even spot MC in the crowd.

* So when years later, MC stumbled in the RFA chatroom, Yoosung didn’t immediately recognise them-only when they got to chatting, realised they both went to the same high school, and took the same classes, only then did Yoosung realise just who MC  really is-and boy was SHOOKETH. That MC? His first and only crush?! Is now a member of the RFA? And he gets to talk with them again?! Suffice to say, Yoosung would NOT let this chance go, not this time.

ZEN:

* Zen actually met MC in middle school, back when he still didn’t really realise just how pretty he is.

* Girls would constantly flock around him, even teachers would gush and tell him he’s so pretty-but that never made little Hyun feel good about himself. It felt suffocating, weird to hear such words then go home to hear the exact opposite. Just who was he supposed to believe?!

* Once whilst running away from a group of kids trying to touch his hair, he ran into a seemingly empty classroom and shut the door behind him, ducking down to avoid being seen through the classrooms’ windows. What he didn’t initially notice, however, was a piano, a relatively simple wooden one in the corner of the room, a little kid sitting there, their feet barely reaching the pedals beneath, staring wide-eyed at him.

* He motioned to the kid to stay silent as he shuffled towards them, hiding behind the piano as the flock of kids came by the class, one even opening the door to ask the kid sitting at the piano-MC, if they had seen a ‘pretty boy’ come by.

* MC side-eyed Zen, raising a brow as they turned to the kid standing by the door. “I didn’t see any pretty boy” they stated, “but if you’re looking for someone with white hair...they went that way” they said, pointing down the hall.

* Once the door was slammed shut and the sound of feet hitting the floor was but a distant echo, Zen got up from his hiding spot, coming to sit beside MC, breathing a sigh of relief.

* “Thank you” he sighed, “they kept trying to touch my hair” he elaborated. 

* MC looked to him with furrowed brows. “Why?” they asked. Even Zen was taken aback by the blunt question; everyone he met kept telling him how his hair was like snow, how soft it must be, some even trying to touch it right away. Yet this kid looked to him like it’s such a stupid thing, like there’s no point in trying to touch his hair-it was a breath of fresh air in his hectic world.

* He laughed-he couldn’t help it! “I don’t know!” It was the truth.

* That was the day he and MC became friends-they were in different classrooms, but he’d ocasionally come visit them during breaktime, and MC even taught him how to play the piano-he could proudly play the entirety of ‘Twinkle twinkle little star’ by the time the end of the year, and by the time they were about to graduate middle school, he’d already learnt quite a lot, even practicing on his own when MC wasn’t around.

* They promised one another they’d keep in touch, Zen admitting he didn’t have any plans of going to high shcool, how he wanted to become a musician, how his parents had started getting stricter and stricter-when he decided to finally run away, he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep in touch with MC, not in the way he wanted to at least.

* It took a while for him to realise he liked them-it was only on the day he ran away, sitting on a bus to nowhere and everywhere when he realised the only person he’d miss, the only one he regretted never saying goodbye to, was MC-and it hurt more than he’d care to admit, the realisation he’d never get the chance to see them again, to admit these feelings to them.

* Well time passed, and whilst MC still kept a dear place in his heart, the memory of them slowly started fading away, their features hazy in his mind.

* When MC stumbled upon the RFA chatroom and gave them their name, Zen hummed to himself, a small nostalgic smile on his lips. 

* “MC huh”, he typed, “now that’s a name I haven’t really heard in a while. Actually, my first crush was named MC!”

* Oh ho ho Zenny boy....when you find out that MC and this MC are one and the same.........

* He���ll die a blushing mess bc he’s a soft boy and can’t wait to hold MC close and express the feelings he’s carried in him for so long OKAY.

JAEHEE:

* She met MC before her parents passed away-when she was still a little child, her hair long and her smile wide, her eyes shining like the sun with glee.

* She and MC met on the first day of kindergrarden-MC had been running towards the school gates, tripped and scraped their knee, and Jaehee was there to witness it all.

* Unable to see someone in pain, Jaehee walked to MC, kneeled down beside them and used the end of her skirt to wipe the few droplets of blood from the wound. She then patted the wound, and gave a quick kiss to MC’s knee. 

* “That’s what you should do when someone gets hurt!” Jaehee said, her smile gentle, “now it’ll get all better!”

* MC was so awed by this magician-schoolmate, she couldn’t help but follow Jaehee around the entire day, asking her if she knew any other magic spells, even told every other kid about how ‘fairy Baehee’ stopped their knee from hurting!

* It was an adorable friendship-they’d refuse to leave each other’s side all throughout class, would only reluctantly seperate when their parents came to pick them up.

* They’d often even stay at each other’s home, having more than one sleepover where they tried to stay up as late as possible and failing.

* When other kids started to get interested in romance, Jaehee frowned. Why would she need anyone else than MC? She didn’t need a ‘boyfriend’ or ‘girlfriend’ or whatever they were called.

* One day as she was getting ready for dinner, she looked to her mom and asked her if she knew how one can know if they want a girlfriend or boyfriend. Her mom laughed, Jaehee’s honest curiosity too cute for words, and picked her daughter up, sitting her on the kitchen counter so they could speak face to face.

* “Baby, to have a boyfriend or girlferiend, you have to be in love with them. I can’t tell you how to be sure you love someone, because it’s different for everyone. But with your dad” she started, humming in thought as she ran a hand through Jaehee’s long hair, “well, I knew if someone tried to tell me not to be with him, I’d hate that. And I know I want to be with him, no matter what.”

* Her mom tried explaining further, but Jaehee didn’t need any further elaboration-she immediatly knew who she loved.

* She let her moms words simmer for a while longer, but never got a chance to let MC know how she felt-her dad passed away shortly after she entered middle school, and she and her mom ended up having to move away, her confession hidden to the back of her mind as she dealt with all this new information and changes.

* She and MC tried to keep in touch even after she left, but being so young and not owning a phone or any social media, it was hard, to say the least. By the time the two were old enough to (responsibly) use the internet, memories of one another faded, and with Jaehee’s history, it was hard to even find the time to think of MC-though she would from time to time, as she lay awake in bed, wondering what happened to that kid she once loved.

* MC stumbling into the RFA was like fate’s way of giving Jaehee a second (or well, first) chance at love-and an apology for torturing her in the hands of Jumin Han and Elizabeth the 3d lmao

JUMIN:

* We know he went to a prestigious school, but down the street from his fancy private school was a regular high school, one where our dear MC studied at.

* If it were on his own terms, Jumin would never really pay a second glance to that school nor its students-not that he cared much for his own classmates either lol

* But well, one day his driver was running late, and he was stuck waiting for him at the front steps of the school, unable to take a step further-not in the crazy rain that fell vigorously down to the street, soaking any unsuspecting passerbys that had forgotten to bring an umbrella with them-Jumin being one of them, as was MC.

* “Shit! Ah, crap, no-” a litany of curses could be heard as a person ran towards his schools’ entrance, towards Jumin-he took a step to the side as a figure came to a halt besides him, taking shelter from the rain besides him.

* He raised an eyebrow at the person who stood beside them, their hands resting on their knees as they caught their breath after running, their cloathes soaked to the bone, their skin visible through their flimsy school shirt. The colours and the emblem on the coat they seemed to have tried and use as a make-shift umbrella showed Jumin it must be a student from the school down the street-not that he was interested or anything.

* But well, he was waiting for his driver and had time to kill since V had already left, so...

* “That’s quite the vulgar vocabulary for someone your age” he stated, surprising the person as they looked up to him.

* “Oh yeah?” they asked with a raised brow, “they don’t teach curse words in your fancy curriculum?” they teased, ready to cut the conversation with this pompous rich kid short if need be.

* Jumin was...surprised, to say the least. “Is there such a class in public schools? I’m afraid I never heard of it. I’ll ask my school if they offer it.”

* He didn’t expect the kid to stare at him wide-eyed before laughing, going as far as to wipe tears from their eyes with the way they laughed.

* “You-you’re serious?! Oh my god-I’m so sorry for messing with you dude.”

* Jumin’s refreshing innocence, his confused pout as he tilted his head this way and that, it was so different from the haughty rich-kid attitude MC was expecting, it was nearly endearing.

* The two got to talking, and something about MC’s wit, their snarkiness that was simply kindness in disguise intrigued Jumin-he couldn’t help but even smile at one of their jokes, the two bonding in the long time it took for his driver to get here.

* As a slick black limousine stopped right in front of his schools’ gates however, a chauffer coming out with an umbrella in hand to escort Jumin to the car, it was like a bucket of cold water washed over MC-of course, as cute as the dude might’ve been, he was still a rich koid, someone from a completely different world than theirs.

* For Jumin however, this brief encounter would mark him. He’d been unable to get MC’s face out of his mind for weeks thereafter, and everytime he dreamt of encountering them again he’d wake up with a furious blush on his cheeks, even daydreaming of them in class.

* But well time passes, and the feelings faded-although they never completely left, not with someone like Jumin, who’s been unable to feel that thumping in his heart ever since that day.

* MC coming into the RFA was like a silly rom-com film where the fated couple meets again decades later as changed people-and well, it kind of went exactly like one of those films would hahah

-send me a mystic messenger headcanon or prompt-

#mystic messenger #asks #fanfics #mysme #mysme fanfics #jumin han #yoosung kim #hyun ryu #mysme zen #mysme prompts #jaehee kang #mystic messenger prompts #mystic messenger headcanons #mysme headcanons #childhood au #au #mysme au #mysme v #jihyun kim

[darkmulti]

Jealous

YandereStepdad!San x fem reader x yandereprofessor!Wooyoung

⚠️Warnings: smut, incest, double penetration, spanking, chocking, anal, light bondage, degradation, threesome, angst, language, non-consensual sex

Disclaimer: again all fictional and also this has non-consensual sex so if you don’t feel comfortable reading that. Don’t read this. Thank you❣️

“Y/N, your dad will take you.”

“Step dad, mom. He’ll never be my dad.”

You hated your ‘step dad’ and you refuse to call him that too. San was his dumb little name. And even though he’s had sex with your mom, he still eye fucks you everytime he sees you. You on the other hand were a little disgusted to find out your mom was getting married to a man 2 years older than you.

But you wanted her to be happy, so you didn’t make a comment on it. You asked your mother if you could live with your father, but she got really upset and thought she was doing something wrong, which wasn’t the case at all. You just didn’t want to be around them because they made you uncomfortable.

So you couldn’t exactly leave her to go live with your dad, without a string of guilt pulling you back. So you decided to just suck it up and deal with it. It wouldn’t be that bad since you just finished high school and we’re heading off to university, where you could live in a dorm. That way you could give them some privacy and mainly get away from them.

That was your plan. But currently, you were arguing with your mother about going to the university open house alone, rather than going with San. You needed to know where your class was, not him. It was bad enough that your mother couldn’t come with you since she had a late shift. But you weren’t gonna bring San with you.

“Mom I’m going, I don’t need a babysitter, I’m almost 18. I’ll be fine. I’ve been taking the train since high school.”

You looked at your mom and looked behind her to see San smirking.

“You know I don’t mind driving you. It’s dangerous in the night, especially the train station. You’ll be safe with me.”

San spoke while giving the “trust me” look to your mother.

Your mother sighed and looked at you.

You become beyond annoyed and left. You slammed the door making it clear that you were upset and went to go catch the bus.

———————————————���——————————-

3rd Person

“She doesn’t like you. And she’s really trying to be nice to you, to make me happy. But it’s all force. I don’t know what will make her okay with us.”

Y/N mother sighed and looked down until San pulled her into a hug.

“Look at me baby.”

San cooed

“It’ll be okay, she just has to adjust to us. Then she’ll be fine. I’ll try to bond with her as much as I can so we can get closer. Maybe then she’ll be okay.”

“That’s a good idea baby. But she’s gonna move out. She’ll be moving into the dorms so it’s not necessary. I think it’s just the age gap that bothers her.”

“She’s moving in the dorms there? But they’re really small and the dorms are expensive. We have a perfectly normal house here and I can even drive her there everyday.”

San tried to make any excuse to keep Y/N. He married her mother, so he could get closer with Y/N. And eventually turn her into his little doll.

“Yeah but that’s what she wants. Plus her father already paid for it. That’s okay though, now we have the house to ourselves. We can be as loud as we want San.”

Your mother said, while smirking at San.

San felt uncomfortable but didn’t show it. He ignored the feeling and said.

“I'm gonna go to the university to try and get to know her a little better as well. Also I’ll see if the dorm and her roommates are good. You, have a great night shift and I’ll be home waiting for you to come back and I’ll tell you how everything went. Okay honey?”

“That sounds like a plan. Good luck baby. She’s a hard one to deal with.”

‘Not when I’m done with her.’ San thought to himself.

San gave her a peck on the lips and left to his car.

——————————————————————————

Your P.O.V

You made it to the university, and already looked at some of the lecture halls you will be having classes in. You arrived at the last one to be greeted by a fairly handsome man, he had blonde straight hair, that parted in the middle to the side. He was wearing black jeans with a cheetah print shirt, and a black suit jacket over top.

“Hello, I’m Jung Wooyoung, I’m a professor here at-”

“You’re a professor?!”

You rudely interrupt.

“Ah yes, I get that a lot. I am young, but I can assure you I’m a good teacher. My lectures are usually students ' favourite. Especially girls. They think I’m hot. I’ve heard a couple girls say that they wanted me to bend them over my desk and fuck them.”

You stood there with your mouth hanging wide open.

“You might want to close that mouth before I shove my cock inside of it and make you choke on it.”

He whispered seductively.

You smirked and said

“Why don’t you, professor Jung.”

You said as you bit your lip looking right into his eyes.

“Not so fast princess, what’s your name?”

“Y/N”

“Oh look at that, you’re one of my students.”

You laugh and start moving closer to him. No one was in the lecture hall besides you two. Or that’s what you thought.

San was at the very top, and had been listening to your conversation the whole time. What pissed off San even more was, he knew Jung Wooyoung.

They used to be best friends until they parted because of a girl. The girl that played them both and ruined their wonderful friendship.

“What are you guys doing?” San called out,

Your heart jumped out of your chest as you heard Sans' voice.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

You and Wooyoung yelled out at the same time then looked at each other.

San walked down the stairs and pulled you towards him.

“Don’t talk to my girlfriend Wooyoung.”

I looked at San shocked that he said that, and Wooyoung looks over at him and says

“Well I suppose that you’re not satisfying her needs enough and that’s why she’s crawling to guys who can actually fuck a girl properly.”

You laugh in your head and walk to stand next to Wooyoung.

“You’re not my boyfriend, you’re my step dad. And don’t think I’m not gonna tell my mother about this, Choi San.”

You said with all the courage you had left in your body to finally tell him off.

Wooyoung looked at San.

“Step dad, wow. Already married I see.”

“Shut up, Y/N let’s go.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you, dick.”

You spat at him.

San gave you the dirtiest look ever. His face showed anger, he’s jaw clenched, his hands in a fist while his veins popped out.

“You, tell your mother about this, I’ll tell the school boards that there’s a student- professor relationship going on here and you two will both be kicked out.”

He got you. He got both of you. Of course he fucking did. It wasn’t even the first day and you’d already be kicked out. For Wooyoung, he remained calm. He looked like he didn’t have a worry in his world. He just smirks and holds my hand.

I look at him, so he could tell me what he’s doing, or what he’s planning to do. But instead he pulled me into a decent size storage room, where there was an extra desk, paper and supplies.

He wanted to shut the door but San’s hand stopped it and he had pushed the door open.

“Give me her Woo. I’m serious now.”

“How about we teach her some manners. She’s got a dirty mouth, for an innocent looking girl. Tell me Y/N, do you want both of us.”

Wooyoung wrapped his hand around your throat and he pinned you against the door and locked it. You can see San enjoying the view as his beast wakes up.

“I don’t want him.”

You nodded your head towards San and Wooyoung looked back at him, smirking.

“She doesn’t want you, get out.”

“No, no she’ll want me.”

Suddenly San pushed wooyoung off you and slammed you onto the desk. He laid you down and started to take off your clothes. You squirm around trying to protest, because he was your stepdad after all. And he fucked your mom.

“San stop. I don’t want a man who also fucked my mom. And that’s cheating too. I’m not doing that.”

San ignored you and tied your hands with a tie and unbuckled his belt. He nodded to Wooyoung to come and hold you down while you took San.

Wooyoung takes off his jacket and walks over to you both holding down your wrist. Wooyoung enjoyed this. The fact that you were telling them to stop, made him want to go even harder on you. He couldn’t help himself, you just looked so cute.

“No! San your my mom-”

San thrusted into you, making you cry out in pain. He started going faster as you try to move your wrist that Wooyoung was holding down. You look up at Wooyoung, with pleading eyes, telling him to stop San.

But all Wooyoung did was smirk. He then looked up at San and San handed him the belt. Wooyoung took the belt and wrapped it around your mouth, then slapped you.

“You fucking slut. Look at you. Having sex with your stepdad and professor. One man isn’t enough for that pussy.”

San then growled at Wooyoung’s words and started going faster. He leaned down to look at your face, while his hips went faster. He grabbed your throat and squeezed it.

“Why don’t you fucking like me? Is this what you wanted, your step dad fucking you?”

You shook your head ‘no’ as tears were falling to the side of your face. You thought about what your mother would say about this, and felt ashamed of yourself. But suddenly Wooyoung kneeled down leaving wet kisses on your neck and praising you.

Wooyoung started to leave hickeys. You felt San twitching inside you and your orgasm was coming. But suddenly San pulled out making your arch your back and moan out, feeling the cold air on your hot, wet lips. This feeling made you shiver as you wanted him back, so you could cum.

Wooyoung got up and took off his jeans, and underwear. You didn’t get to see his dick. Because San came in front of your face saying,

“My cock brought you so much pleasure didn’t it princess? I don’t want to see these fake tears ever again. I know you enjoyed every second of me fucking you, you little whore.”

You sobbed out, not only did you feel guilty about fucking your step dad, but Wooyoung had slammed into you and started thrusting without you adjusting.

San kneaded your clothed boobs and Wooyoung went slower, then slammed into you. You still haven’t come and it was killing you. You were put on edge and you just wanted to release all your juices on them.

Wooyoung barely got anytime to fuck you because San got impatient. San told Wooyoung to lift you up and Woo takes your front and San takes you back. It took you a second to realize what they were doing, but it was too late.

“San no, I can’t do both of you. It’ll hurt. Please don’t- ahh”

“You're gonna take both of us like a good little whore you are.”

San slammed into your ass, making you sob and both of them started thrusting into you.

“Ow please San it hurts.” You cried out

San stopped and slapped you.

“It’s not San, it’s daddy. Get it right or else I’ll make you cry under me.”

They both started pounding into your body again. You threw your head back on San’s shoulders, as he kissed your jawline and bit your ear. Sweat was present on everyones body. Pants and moans were all bouncing off the wall.

You pulled yourself up and cuddled up against Wooyoung and kissed his neck. San got jealous of the affection you were showing him and held your waist and went harder into your ass. You clung onto Wooyoung even harder, releasing your cries into his neck. San then pulled your hair, wanting you to let go of Wooyoung and wrapped his arms around you so you couldn’t move.

You struggled in San’s embrace trying to get out, but couldn’t. San noticed you struggling and went harder into you and whispered

“Don’t you fucking move, or else after we get out of here I’ll fuck you in my car harder to let you know who you belong to.”

You shivered at his words and stopped moving because you didn’t want that. Both Wooyoung and San were in sync in your body and you can feel them in your stomach. They slowed down their paste to let you know they were near. But yours was already here and arch your back and cum all over the both of them feeling exhausted.

Your legs gave out and started to shake feeling too much pleasure overcome you. Finally the both of them cummed into you, and the cum overflowed, dripping down onto the floor.

Wooyoung then laid you on the desk looking for something to clean you up with.

“Here’s some paper towels. It’ll have to do.”

He cleaned you, then removed the belt out of your mouth. Then he pulled you up and gave you the softest kiss, and smiled afterwards. You can see San standing in the corner already dressed, looking at you with cold eyes.

You ignored him and brought your attention back to Wooyoung.

“Professor Jung can you please carry me?”

Wooyoung laughed then nodded.

He put on his black jacket and picked you up.

“Where to?”

Wooyoung said

“Home”

“I can drive you but you have to tell me your address.”

“Okay I will once we’re in the car.”

“Wait”

San said suddenly.

“I’m going home as well I can just take you with me.”

Your smile turned into a frown, not wanting to go with him. Wooyoung was quick to notice this and said

“No it’s fine I can drive her. She still needs to know where her dorm is. But you can go San.”

You turn your head to see San giving Wooyoung the death glare. You rolled your eyes and said you’ll be fine. San then turned around and left annoyed, but that made you and woo both giggle.

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San’s P.O.V

“Just wait until she gets home. She’ll be receiving the worst punishment of her life.”

San mumbled as he drove home.

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Get Me The Moon

Summary: 💀Peter Maximoff/Alex Summers; Song-Fic Get me the moon by Kina

Peter hadn’t really been stealing, if anything he’d been returning what he didn’t need it was just excessive. So of course he got caught coming back in, he tries not to use his powers too much he knows it makes his mom sad. He curses his caring nature when his step-dad is grinning in the kitchen as he slides through the back window.

”You want to end up like Summers?” He’s one of those like you.” The officer in front of Peter growls and Peter knows if he runs in here they’ll taze him and throw him in with the guy they’re currently verbally abusing.

“You’re lucky your step-dad arranged this. You get an hour in there to see how he lives.” He seems far too happy to shove Peter into the cell and Peter hits the floor, he looks up to see a hand offered out, and a young man who looks his age.

“Hey, you good?”

“Y-yeah.” Peter swallows and tries not to look at the guy’s face; he knows his face will just grow pinker if he does.

“You’re like me then? How? You dangerous too?” He looks angry, and Peter shrugs.

“I mean if you consider the road runner from looney tunes dangerous..”

“The coyote sure does.” Peter grins and watches the guy hold out his hand.

“I’m Alex Summers, pleasure to meet you Road Runner.” They both laugh a little and Peter relaxes as Alex gives him an exaggerated tour of the solitary cell he’s in.

Peter knows this won’t end well. Still he thinks, won’t the training be fun trying to out race a blast of pure energy, a slingshot in human form. He grins cocking his head and nodding to Alex who looks uncomfortable at being outside.

“I normally train in …” He gestures towards the mansion, and Peter knows he’s referring to the bomb shelter or whatever else Charles keeps in the depths of this place.

“Mmmhhmm, I also know you won’t hurt me. Whether or not you have control of your powers. Now come on Havoc, show me what you got.” Peter grins laughing when Alex smirks back. Peter’s expecting to dodge an energy blast but instead Alex lashes out with his fist, almost catching Peter off guard.

“Hey whoa! I thought this was training!”

“You aren’t always gonna be able to use your powers speedy?” He laughs, swinging his fist but Peter blocks it.

“Unless someone fuckin’ bungie cords me down I’ll never be without my powers.”

“What if someone breaks your leg?” Alex grins launching his own leg to trip Peter up.

“Wouldn’t happen, too fast. Peter grins up from the ground and holds his hand out, he laughs, tugging hard so Alex lands on top of him.

“I’m beginning to think I’m the coyote in all this..” Alex mumbles as he leans forward lips brushing Peters, before he jumps backward scrambling up.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry you probably…” Alex doesn’t finish his body shaking before he twists away from the house. Peter stares transfixed and the energy looping from Alex’s body, when it stops and Alex slumps Peter catches him, he can see Alex waiting, ready to flinch back from Peter.

“So uh, are you going to do that everytime we kiss?”

“The internal crisis or the power short out…”

“Um both?” Peter grins, relieved that Alex’s response is to kiss him again.

Peter thinks it’s fitting, they’re both criminals to a degree, why wouldn’t they find comfort in each other.

Peter has a spare room in the house, his mother says it’s fine, it’s okay if his friend needs to stay, she’s dealt with Peter’s rebellious phase. Any of his friends are welcome if they don’t steal. Peter’s almost excited to bring Alex home. He wants to say more to tell his mom how he might actually be in love with him, he’s gone to collect him, there’s some mission he’s needed on, that Charles had also contacted Peter for, but Peter thinks it’ll be better to surprise Alex by joining him at the mansion. His mother bids him a good trip and makes him take an extra sweater, not that he needs it, but he finds it endearing. He’s come to appreciate her in the last few months, after hearing how Alex, and now his younger brother Scott were being treated by his parents, the fear that was alway inches behind their words. Peter’s never had to hear it directed at him like they have.

When Peter returns home, fingers red, blistered and burnt, crying saying he doesn’t need the spare room, his mother just nods, pulling her son into a hug.

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Cherry Soda | Chapter Five | jitters

Chapter: jitters

wc: 1.8k

warnings: none

a/n: I know this isn’t a suga story but i love him and refuse to taint his image 😤

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        Y/n laid on their bed staring up at the ceiling anxiously looking at the ceiling replying their day, trying to figure out why Ushijima was ignoring them. 

       “This is so annoying!” Y/n rolls over and screams into their pillow.

Pinnnnng.

         Y/n’s first thought was ‘is that toshi?’. Y/n immediately grabs their phone and brings it to their face. The blue light illuminates there room as the name ‘sugawara 😍’ popped up on their phone. 

‘Hey y/n! How was your day?🥰’ 

‘I’m not having the best day 😔’

‘Oh really? Hold on!’ 

Bzzzzz.

Incoming call from ‘sugawara 😍’. 

        Y/n wondered why he was calling but still swipe to answer.

      “Hello.” Y/n says hesitantly.

      “Oh good you're not crying. Do you want to talk about it. I’ll listen.” Y/n could hear the soft smile on his lips and smiled to themselves in return. 

     “You really don’t have to do that. I’m sure it’ll work out.”

     “Shh now. It’s not good to good to keep things inside. Tell me about you're day.” Suga chuckles on the other side.

     “It was really sucky. I woke up in such a good mood too. Then Toshi and I walked to school then he decided we were going to run a marathon. It seemed like he was in a bad mood so I didn’t want to push him you know?” 

      “Mhmm.” Suga says shaking his head in agreeance. 

      “Then he wouldn’t speak to me and I don’t know why. I don’t know if I did anything wrong. Looking back at my day I can’t figure out what I did to upset him but he didn’t speak to me and he ignored me all day. He didn’t even wait for me after school and we alway walk home together. My parents were confused because they are so use to us walking home together. I asked him why he was ignoring me at practice and started to cry because he kept saying he wasn’t but that’s not true!”

    “Okay, okay, okay. Take a breath.” Y/n takes a deep breath and Sugawara’s smile slowly grew as he continued to fold his laundry. “Okay continue.”

      “Well that’s really all besides I bought him his favorite drink to cheer him up because everyone on the team was worried and he just shoved it away. Lunch was so awkward and I didn’t know what to do to make it better. That was my day.”

      “Y/n you're amazing you know that.” Sugawara hums through the phone and Y/n’s cheeks heated up.

     “How is that?” 

     “Well you went out of your way to buy Ushijima a drink because he was in a bad mood. You also tried to talk out the problem multiple times and you stuck by his side even though he was ignoring you. Sounds like an amazing person to me.” Suga giggles.

     “You're wonderful. You know that. You just know the right things to say to make my day better. Also thank you for listening to me. It made me feel better.” Sugawara face reddened and he dropped the shirt he wasa folding at the complement. Sugawara stood stunned for a minute then cleared his throat.

    “It really was no problem. I do this all the time for my teammates.”

    “Wow that’s amazing. You must be really trustworthy for everyone to come to you with their problems. Who do you talk to about your problems?”

    “Well no one really…”Suga laughs. 

    “That won’t do. I told you what was troubling me so tell me what’s troubling you.” Y/n demands.

    “There really isn’t anything bother me,” Suga smiles.

    “As a wise man once told me ‘It’s not good to good to keep things inside. Tell me about your day.’” Y/n smiles to themselves glad they turned the tables around our him. Suga laughs through the other side and Y/n just thinks ‘you're laugh is angelic’. 

     “My day, well I had to wake up at five am-”

     “Five am?!?!? That’s so early!”

     “Yeah our first years practice a lot! Kageyama and Hinata never stop practicing and I need to work on my setting too.”

     “Wow you dedicated!” Y/n smiles. “You must be a really good setter and that’s why they keep you on the side. You’re just like Semi!” Y/n enthusiastically says.

     “Yeah,” a strained laugh came through the phone.

     “What's wrong?”

     “Oh it’s nothing,” Sugawara answers.

     “There’s obviously something wrong,” Y/n replies rolling there eyes. 

     “It’s just that Kageyama is better than me. He can bring out the best in people-”

     “Let me stop you right there. That’s the kid who was yelling at the springy boy right?”

    “Yeah.” Sugawara laughed at the way Y/n described Hinata. 

    “Well he reminds me of Shirabu. They are both very good, yes. No doubt. They can get the ball where ever they want and at it’s highest impact which is amazing don’t you think?”

    “Yeah.”

    “But… When you or Semi steps out onto the court it’s like a reset for everyone. The atmosphere is calmer and everyone just want to win and have fun! I’d say that’s pretty powerful would you?”

      “Yeah! You’re right!”

      “Yeah I am! Plus from the way that the first years listen to you i’d say they respect and cherish you a lot don’t you think. It seemed like you just brightened the mood for everyone. Out of that entire practice match you, that little springy boi and the middle blocker were the one who stood out to me the most.”

     “Really? I alway feel like I’m invisible to the everyone.” 

     “That’s not true at all!” Y/n looked over at the clock and wondered how it got so late. “We really should be going to sleep.”

     “Yeah. It’s already 11:30! How did that happen?” Sugawara laughs. “What are you doing Friday after school?”

    “Hmm. Oh nothing!”

    “Good, do you want to go to the bakery with me and i’ll walk you home so you aren’t lonely.”

     “That sounds great!”

     “Then it’s a date!” Sugawara smile grew when he said that. “Well goodnight text me tomorrow anytime and I’ll answer.”

     “Same go to you! If you want to talk I’m here! Good night.” 

     “Okay goodnight.” 

      With that they ended their call and Y/n hugged their phone close to their chest and squealed. Meanwhile Sugawara hung up with a gigantic smile on his face and couldn’t stop looking at his call log with Y/n’s name on it. 

     “They are going to be the death of me,” Sugawara sighs. “How did I get so lucky?”

      Earlier at the Ushijima household, Ushijima was laying on his bed angry. Tendo and Semi face-timed him to see how he was doing. 

     “Miracle Boy Wakatoshi~” Tendo sings.

     “You left without Y/n…” Semi says glaring through the phone.

     “They’ll be fine.” Ushijima rolls his eyes.

     “They looked really sad.” Tendo inserts.

     “What is wrong with you? Did something happen with Y/n? Why are you acting like a child?”

     “Eita, nothing is wrong with me.”

     “You called my by my first name just now which means you are upset.” 

      “Leave me alone,” Ushijima sighs and runs a hand over his face. “I don’t want to talk about it.” 

      “You’re acting like a child, Wakatoshi. And in the process you are hurting Y/n.” Semi slowly says emphasizing every word he says in a warning tone. 

     “You talking to me like my mother Eita.”

    “You’re being dumb Wakatoshi-Kun~” Tendo sings through the phone bobbing his head in and out of the frame. 

    “I am not.”

   “Then tell us what’s wrong! We are your friends you know?” Semi huffs.

   “Tch. You sound like Y/n. That’s annoying.” Ushijima glares at Semi through the screen. 

    “Is Y/n annoying you?” Tendo asks confused and astonished. 

    “No not Y/n themself but the thought of Y/n is annoying…” Ushijima sighed looking at the two boys with sad eyes. 

    “You look really sad Wakatoshi,”Semi says laying his head down on his arms still in frame. 

    “I’m annoyed and the person I want to talk to is the person I’m annoyed with and I don’t know what to do..”

     “Talk to them,” Tendo says finally joining the conversation. “Y/n was pretty sad all day you know. And they kept trying to think of things to do to cheer you up but you hurt them you know. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you refuse something from Y/n before but you definitely hurt them by pushing it away even I could see that.” 

    “I know…” 

       After a long pause Semi sighed and lifted his head up.

      “I’m going to ask you a very important question Wakatoshi, okay?”

      “What is it, Eita?”

      “How do you feel about Y/n?”

      “I don’t understand the question. Y/n’s my best friend. I’ve known them since I can remember.”

      “Okay we know that. But how do you feel when your with Y/n is it the same like Tendo or Me?”

     “Well no… Y/n’s different. Everytime I’m with them it’s like the first time I hit a spike past three blockers I guess. It’s a different feeling. I never know what Y/n’s going to do or say. There like Satori in that sense but it’s different. More interesting. But now it just hurts… Everytime I see them it hurts and it feels like my whole body aches and I don’t know what to do. What do I do?”

     “Well you need to figure out what Y/n means to you before it’s too late…” Semi says with a sad look in his eyes. 

     “Who’s the first and Last person you think about Ushiwaka~”

    “Y/n.” Ushijima says without taking a second to think.

     “Like an old married couple~” Tendo jokes and semi rolls his eyes with a smile on his face. “Semisemi please burn that shirt I thought you got rid of it already!”

    “Satori leave me alone. This is a nice shirt. It is fashion you wouldn’t understand since you have none.” Semi scoffs.

     “I’m going to sleep. See you two in the morning.” Ushijima sighs. “Don’t stay up to late we have practice in the afternoon.”

    “Yes Sir~. Be nice to Y/n tomorrow Kay~”

   “Night also listen to Satori about Y/n.”

   “Okay.” With that Ushijima hung up and rolled over in his bed pulling his pillow over his head. 

    It was another sleepless night for Ushijima with him tossing and turning the entire night trying to sleep. All night he kept imagining Y/n and Sugawara doing the things they use too. Talking all night long, going to the convenience store and lastly holding hands. That’s the thing he didn’t like the most was the thought of Sugawara comforting you how he does.

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Just Want to Feel UnLost

So this fic is completely for @lifewasradical my The Maine buddy, (my wife), who listened to The Maine for 7 hours today and also looped them for the last 4 days with me. I love and appreciate you so much, your constant love and energy and general vibes of love and happiness are so wonderful and I love you! I hope you enjoy this! My love for you is neverending

On ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27733849

Luke’s excited to go out on tour again. He’s been restless to do it, ever since announcing CALM and preparing for the shows. Luke can’t wait to get out on stage, put on his favorite outfits and makeup, to get up there and share their music with everyone, to sing his favorite songs over and over again. He’s been restless ever since they stopped touring last year and he can’t wait to go back out on the road and see everyone again. 

He’s even more thrilled to be going out on tour because it means he can show off his ring. It means he can get up on stage every night and tell their fans over and over again about how much he loves Ashton, about how excited he is to get married, about how happy it makes him knowing that he and Ashton are finally going to formalize their love, that Luke gets to be Luke Hemmings-Irwin soon. He knows it’ll embarrass Ashton endlessly to be put on the spot like that, but Luke doesn’t care. He wants to tell everyone every single day how much he loves Ashton.

Luke’s been in a loop the last few days. While Ashton’s been playing through their set list, going downstairs for hours to practice the drums for all their songs, making sure he knows every note and change and that it's perfect, Luke’s been sitting outside listening to The Maine’s American Candy. He’s been stuck for days, looping the music again, happy and content. He knows he should be practicing, especially as the days to their first show approach closer and closer, but he can’t stop himself, plucking out the guitar chords of the songs, humming along to the music in his headphones. He’s been stuck on (Un)Lost now for a few days, caught up in the words of the song, the melody. The song’s always made him feel at home, John’s singing “Control what you can, Confront what you can’t, And always remember how lucky you are to have yourself,” sticks with him. The idea of not being found, but still feeling at peace in the work speaks to him in a way he never expected.

It’s how he feels about Ashton. Some days, Luke’s still not sure of himself, not sure of where he fits into the world, in his own body sometimes, but he always has Ashton. Ashton’s his home, his blanket, his comfort. Ashton always finds Luke, even when it’s hard for Luke to breathe, lost in the hazy of who he is and where he’s going, Ashton knows how to pull Luke back from the edge, give him a sense of being, ground him. Luke’s been focused on learning the song, wrapped up in connecting it to Ashton, of how much it reminds him of Ashton that he can’t focus on anything else, even their own music, for long enough to stop playing it.

It’s how Ashton finds him, two days before the tour is set to start. He’s outside again, sitting on a patio chair, humming along to (Un)Lost, testing the chords out on his guitar. He’d managed to convince Rian to ask John for the guitar chords to the song and he’s been determined to master them. Luke’s finally gotten them down enough that he can play the song without the music in front of him and he’s thrilled. He’s been out on the patio, hair pulled back with a headband, still wearing his pj shorts and one of Ashton’s old band shirts for the better part of the morning when Ashton joins him outside.

“Are you going to ever actually practice or are you just going to play this song while on tour?” Ashton asks, making his way over. Luke stops what he’s doing, turning his face up to Ashton. Wordlessly, Ashton leans down, kissing Luke on the lips, before sitting down next to him. Luke wrinkles his nose, trying to scoot away. Ashton looks at him, confused.

“You’re all sweaty,” He says, laughing when Ashton purposely tries to wrap his arms around Luke, pulling him in close.

“It’s cause I’ve been practicing for our show, unlike some people,” He teases. Luke sticks his tongue out, setting his guitar down to curl up next to Ashton. 

“I just really like this song.”

“Which one?” Ashton asks. Luke holds an earbud out to Ashton. Ashton takes it, sticking it in his ear. Luke plays it again, watching Ashton bop along to it next to him.

“Why do you like that one?”

“What do you mean?”

“It just sounds sad. ‘Not looking to be found’ and ‘being unaware of where you’re going.’ Usually you like happy songs. What on Earth made you pick this one?” 

“It’s not sad. It’s hopeful. You don’t have to be found or know where you’re going, just that you have a purpose to what you’re doing and that you want to be yourself. I like it. It makes me feel better about being who I am. Besides it reminds me of you,” Luke says, taking his earbud back and setting his phone down.

“Me?”

“Yeah. You help me not feel so lost sometimes. Like, even when I’m confused or uncertain, I know that I always have you to guide me along. Without you, I wouldn’t be confident wearing all the lingerie and makeup that I do. You’ve always encouraged me to just be true to myself. You help me take that leap because I know that no matter what, you’ll catch me,” Luke says. Ashton’s quiet next to him, humming slightly.

Luke glances over at Ashton, blushing when he sees how intensely Ashton’s staring at him. Ashton leans over, pulling Luke into a kiss, peppering them along Luke’s cheeks, his nose, his neck when Luke starts to laugh, squirming in Ashton’s grasp. 

“You’re gonna get me all gross,” Luke complains in mock offense, giggling and snorting when Ashton just tugs him closer, rubbing over him.

“Well, then we can just take a shower after and I can make you coffee and make you practice our actual music,” Ashton says. Luke laughs again, squealing a little when Ashton squeezes his waist, where he’s ticklish. Ashton does it again, smiling mischievously when Luke laughs again, saying Ashton’s name over and over again while Ashton torments him.

“I’m so close to learning this song though,” Luke whines when Ashton finally stops. Ashton stands, smirking as he picks Luke up in a bridal carry, causing Luke to shriek again, clinging onto Ashton’s shoulders.

“Unless you plan to play that song at our show, you have to actually practice our music. Since that’s what people are paying to see and if you miss up any of the words, you know they’ll tease us about it forever. Look what happened with Waste the Night,” Ashton says, carrying Luke inside and up towards their bedroom. Luke pauses, thinking about it. It’s actually not a bad idea for him to play the song on tour. He’s sure he can text Rian, get the number for John and ask (beg) to play the song live. He wants to show off Ashton to everyone, show that he’s engaged to Ashton in front of everyone. This song could be that, showing Ashton his love and appreciation every night, over and over again. What band can argue with that? They got Mark Hoppus to let them cover What’s My Age Again, and this would have to be easier to get permission for. Luke vows to get on his phone as soon as Ashton gets distracted and he can put his plan into motion. It has to be a surprise.

***

Luke’s vibrating with excitement backstage. He’s been so pumped for the last 30 minutes, jumping around happily and practicing his notes in the corner in between sips of his vodka and cranberry juice. Micahel’s rolled his eyes, calling him unbearably annoying and shoving him off, but he’s giggling just as widely, plucking out notes on his guitar and laughing along with Luke when he starts singing the opening notes of She Looks So Perfect. It’s the first show of the tour, the first night they get to go out on stage in front of everyone and the energy in the room is unmatched. Luke feels at home here, with his best friends, his soulmates, getting ready to do the thing they love. 

Despite how careful Luke is about what he wears on stage, he’s dressed up special for tonight, wearing a black sheer bra and panty set, covered in red and pink embroidery florals and little green vines stitched into it under his red silk shirt and leather trousers with his gold glitter boots. He’s wearing his gold eyeshadow and gold nail polish to match, highlighter dusting his cheeks, body glitter sparkling where his shirt is open, light pink gloss on his lips. He feels bolder tonight with his engagement ring and the thrill of starting a new tour and knowing what he’s going to do on stage. 

Ashton hasn’t taken his eyes off Luke since they got backstage. He’s watched Luke get ready, watched him put on his makeup, watched his mouth, his throat, everytime he takes a drink from his cup. He’s been staring at where Luke’s shirt is open, the edges of the lacy lingerie peeking out. Luke can’t see it, but he knows Ashton’s been looking at his ass in his trousers too whenever he turns around. Luke knows that Ashton loves the leather trousers, loves how Luke looks in them. Luke put them on in the hopes of what might happen after the show, but if the way Ashton’s looking at him, all heat and open desire, is anything to go by, Luke thinks he might be able to talk Ashton into starting now, before they go on stage. 

Luke corners Ashton in the bathroom when Ashton excuses himself. He ignores the knowing glances and eyebrow wiggles from Michael and Calum in favor of chasing after Ashton, darting into the room behind him and locking the door.

Ashton glances over at Luke in the sink mirror, making eye contact with him while he washes his hands. Ashton’s wearing a tight black button down shirt with tight black pants, both showing off his muscles, the material strained around his biceps and thighs. He’s styled his hair, dyed black, in his older Rockabilly style, one curl escaping the hold to fall into his eyes, and he hasn’t shaved in at least a day, stubble covering his cheeks. It makes Luke a little dizzy with want, imaging Ashton pinning him down and fucking him later, rubbing his face into Luke’s neck, over his skin, leaving him red and raw.

“Can I help you?” Ashton asks, aiming for casual, but just coming off as excited. Luke crosses the room quickly, pining Ashton against the sink and kissing him. Ashton gasps into the kiss, tilting Luke’s head to deepen the kiss, and flipping them, pining Luke to the counter. Luke moans into the kiss, throwing his arms around Ashton’s neck and hooking his leg around Ashton.

Ashton pulls back from him, panting a little, gazing up at Luke, “You look so fucking hot Bambi. God, your legs just go on and on for miles. Could eat you up.”

Ashton presses kisses to Luke’s neck, nipping at the skin. Luke gasps, rubbing against Ashton, trying to create friction between them, dick hard. He moans when Ashton bites him a little harder, getting a hand on Luke’s ass and pressing him closer.

“You’re gonna get me all red if you keep it up,” Luke says, broken gasps in between his words. Ashton grins against his skin, rubbing his cheek against Luke’s neck. Luke moans at the sensation, rough stubble against his smooth skin. He feels the curl of heat in his stomach, knows he’s hard and wet in his trousers.

“Maybe I want you to be. Let everyone out there know you’re mine and only mine.”

“I’m gonna be all sticky if you make me cum in my pants, Ash,” Luke gasps, bucking up when Ashton gets a hand on his dick and squeezes.

“So what do you want me to do about it?”

“Will you suck me off? Wanna feel you all night,” Luke moans out when Ashton bites his neck, squeezing him again. Ashton nods, wasting no time unbuttoning Luke’s trousers, pulling them and his panties down, letting Luke’s dick free of them, red and leaking. Ashton gets his mouth around Luke easily, swallowing him and rubbing his cheeks against Luke’s smooth, shaven thighs. Luke moans, throwing his head back, one hand in Ashton’s hair, one hand gripping the counter top. 

Ashton looks up at Luke, hollowing his cheeks and sucking, bobbing up and down, making a point of making sure his stubble catches on Luke’s skin. Luke moans at the sensation of rough and sharp on his thighs, knows he’s going to be pink and raw all night, knows that with how tight the leather is, he’ll feel it all night as he moves around, jumping around and playing his guitar. It’s thrilling, knowing he’ll have a bit of Ashton on him all night, reminding him of Ashton. 

Ashton continues to suck Luke off, running his tongue along the head of Luke’s dick, rubbing his cheeks on Luke over and over again. Luke moans, tightening his hold of Ashton’s hair and tugging. He’s hot, pulled tense from the sensations, thrilled knowing he’ll feel this for the rest of the show. He gasps when he cums, practically sobbing as Ashton swallows, throat bobbing and moaning too, the vibrations going through Luke. Ashton pulls off with a pop, lips wet and shiny, grinning up at Luke.

“God, come here,” Luke breathes out, tugging Ashton up to kiss him, getting his own hand on Ashton’s pants, undoing his button and pulling down pants and boxer briefs, pulling Ashton’s dick out and trying to give his own sloppy handjob. Ashton moans, rubbing his face against Luke’s neck, arching into Luke’s hand, bucking his hips a few times before he’s coming over Luke’s hand.

Luke wrinkles his nose, holding his hand out to the side away from his clothing. Ashton snorts at Luke, turning the water on behind them and tucking himself back into his pants while Luke washes his hands. 

“If you hate being dirty so much, why do you continue to insist on doing that?” Ashton asks, leaning down to take a drink from the sink, swishing the water around and spitting it out. Luke makes a face again, pulling up his own panties and leather, wiggling into it a little to get situated before he starts to button up.

“I just don’t want to get any on my shirt. It’ll ruin the material.”

Ashton snorts, “Should have thought of that before cornering me in the bathroom.”

“You kept looking at me. I can’t not do anything about it,” Luke mumbles, kissing Ashton softly. Ashton gives me a peck back, grinning into the kiss.

“Sap. Come on, we’ve gotta be on stage in 10 minutes and I’m worried the guys will start looking for us soon.”

Luke giggles, letting Ashton tug him out of the bathroom, enjoying the sensation of how raw his thighs feel rubbing against the leather. It’s grounding, a reminder of Ashton he’ll get to wear for the rest of the night, even if Calum and Michael keep giving Luke knowing glances when they get back.

The show starts without a hitch. They make it through the opening number, through the stage banter, through half the set list without forgetting the chords or the words or what they’re doing. Luke’s gotten to make at least 3 announcements about his engagement, held his ring up for everyone to see, called Ashton his soon to be husband enough times that he thinks Ashton’s face is just permanently red. It’s thrilling, everytime he gets to say he’s going to marry Ashton in front of everyone. Luke knows he’s going to have to play the song soon, knows it’s built into the set list right before Amnesia, so Ashton won’t be ready to play drums, but will still be surprised. It worked it out with Michael and Calum and their crew a few days, set it all up so everyone’s ready.

“So, this next song is actually a cover,” Luke announces, glancing behind him. Ashton’s frozen, mid sip of water, confusion on his face. 

“Is it really Luke?” Michael says into the mic, grinning at Luke, eyes flitting between the two of them.

“It is. Not many people know this, but I love The Maine. I love them so much that Ashton, my fiance, probably sings them in his sleep because of how much I play them. And do you know what else I love? Ashton. He’s the love of my life, my heart and soul, and I wanted to give him my own gift. This song is called (Un)Lost. I wanted to dedicate this to Ash, who’s always been my rock, my grounding force. Even when I’m lost and confused, Ashton always guides me home, guides me back to myself. He always reminds me to love myself and to be myself. He’s helped me grow in so many ways and I can’t possibly put into words how much I love him, so I wanted to play this song for him,” Luke says, half turned, staring at Ashton. Ashton’s mouth is opened in a silent “o,” frozen in place behind his drum kit. Luke plays the opening notes, hands working automatically to play the song he’s learned to play over the last week, words coming to him easily. Michael joins him, playing his own guitar chords, working in harmony with Luke as he stares at Ashton. He’s trying to will Ashton to understand him, to hear him as he says I’m not looking to be found, just want to feel unlost, wills Ashton to understand what Luke’s trying to say to him.

He finishes the song, plays the last note, staring at Ashton. There’s a beat where Ashton sits there silently before jumping up from behind his kit, crossing the stage in quick strides, wraps his arms around Luke and kisses him, tipping Luke backwards slightly. Luke stumbles, tilted backwards and off balance, before Ashton wraps his arm around him, steadying him while he keeps kissing him. Luke’s sure Ashton will keep kissing him, that he’ll keep kissing Ashton, if it wasn’t for Calum’s loud wolf whistle into the microphone, Michael’s laughter telling them to keep it in the bedroom. They pull apart, nose to nose while Ashton stares intensely into Luke’s eyes.

“I love you. I love you, so much I forget to tell you because it’s just part of who I am. I’ll find you over and over again if I have to, I’ll be your home, I’ll be whatever you need because I love you,” Ashton whispers, low enough that no one else can hear them. 

Luke tears up, reaching a hand up to brush a sweaty curl behind Ash’s ear, “I love you too. You’re my other half. I’ll be your rock, your everything as long as you’ll have me.”

Ashton grins, pressing a quick kiss to Luke’s lips before letting him go, letting him straighten up, regain his balance and remembering where he is. Michael and Calum are already teasing them both as Ashton goes back to the drum kit, but Luke can’t possibly care. He loves Ashton completely and wholly and everyone knows it. Luke doesn’t want to be found, he just wants to feel unlost, wants to feel purpose and he has that with Ashton. What more could he want?  

#5 seconds of summer #lashton #luke hemmings #ashton irwin #my writing #lingerie luke series #this is soft and love and tiny smut

[mylovelyfandoms]

Junhui’s Backstory

The Symbol of the Raindrop

Basic Information

A/N: Well this was longer than expected...

I laughed everytime I wrote ‘when Junhui’ cuz ‘Wen Junhui...get it? Ha.’

Warnings: Crappy ending, parent neglect, poor description of panic attack, that should be it

(GIF not mine)

- As Junhui grew up, his parents were more than relieved when he didn’t show any signs of being an affected

- Junhui was born on a farm that was filled with animals and crops

- It wasn’t a strange sight to see baby Junhui around all of the animals, babbling mindlessly as if they understood

- But as time went by, babbling turned into talking

- And eventually, Junhui was having full conversations with the animals

- It wasn’t like he expected them to understand or anything, but he just needed someone to talk to

- It seemed like no one in his family would understand the theories he had

- And he had a lot

- So for a long while, none of his family even realized he was speaking in long and fluent sentences as a toddler

- And they definitely didn’t notice how he used bigger words that they probably wouldn’t be able to understand

- Junhui just talked to the animals

- It wasn’t until he turned five did his parents realize that he could move water with the slight movement of his glowing hand

- Since then, his family tiptoed around him and gave him anything he asked for

- They had heard the stories on the news of the affected children killing their own families, and they had to make sure that Junhui wouldn’t turn into one of those kids

- It didn’t exactly dawn on Junhui that his family was scared of him until he turned seven

- He was with the animals like usual and his father was almost twenty feet away from him, watering the crops

- Deciding that he could help his dad out, Junhui moved the water out of the bucket and spread it all over the rows of crops

- Junhui cheerfully ran up to his dad, only to have him let out a yelp and sprint away from his son

- That was the first time he noticed it

- From then on, there were smaller things that broke Junhui’s heart little by little

- The way his parents left when he walked into the room

- The way they jumped back when he moved his hand ever so slightly in their direction

- The way the two of them scurried about when he mentioned that he was hungry, as if trying to please him

- Junhui loved his parents, there was nothing that could take that away from him 

- And it hurt him to be the reason for his family’s fear and stress

- So he caught them one day when they were eating breakfast early in the morning

- When they saw him sit down at the table in front of them, they rushed to gather their utensils and leave

- They only stopped with Junhui placed a brochure on the table in front of them

- Knowing that they’d be terrified to open it with him in the room, he stood up and walked away, eyes burning 

- He had this planned for years, but he had finally managed to muster up the courage to actually do it

- The next day, he came downstairs with a bag in his hand

- There was already a soldier waiting at the front door

- ‘It’s better this way’ Junhui thought, ‘they don’t have to be scared anymore’

- His parents didn’t speak a single word, only watching after him as Junhui left with the soldier

- Junhui sent one last glance to all of the animals with a heavy heart as he climbed into the back of the transport truck 

- There weren’t any words as they rode to the facility, just a tense silence

- When the car was finally at the outskirts of town, farther away from his home than he had ever been, Junhui saw a tall barricade with the letter ‘c’ plastered on the front

- The barricades opened and allowed the car to drive in

- All around, Junhui saw kids ranging from all ages trudging around the grounds

- They were in clusters of four different colors; blue, green, red, and yellow

- The first thing Junhui noticed about these kids was their blank looks as they stood in the courtyard

- It unsettled Junhui that there wasn’t the slightest trace of the sadness that he was feeling

- He was brought into a testing room and strapped down to a chair

- His testing started out fine at first, just answering questions about his abilities and showing them off

- But then they grabbed his foot and brought a machine to his ankle, inking the symbol into his skin

- Afterwards, they gave him a blue uniform and shoved him into a room

- The fresh ink in his ankle was burning with the cold air but all Junhui could do was wince

- “You’re gonna want to wrap that up or it’ll get infected.” 

- Junhui snapped his head up and finally took a look around the room

- It was small and cramped with two beds against the walls with a single night stand in between them

- On one of the beds, a younger boy wearing a red uniform sat flipping through a book

- Junhui blinked at the boy for a moment, having the boy look up from the heat of his gaze

- With an annoyed huff, the boy closed his book and reached over to the nightstand and opened the drawer, taking out a piece of cloth and tossing it to Junhui

- “Thanks,” Junhui said,  pushing himself up to sit on the vacant bed

- He wrapped the cloth around his ankle, wincing slightly when it touched his inked skin

- Junhui then sat against the wall and kept his gaze on the younger boy reading a book

- There was a permanent frown on the younger boy’s face, but Junhui couldn’t help but find it cute 

- “I’m Junhui, but you can call me Jun.”

- The boy didn’t look up from his book. “That’s good for you.”

- “Well, what’s your name?”

- The boy finally looked up from his book, only to give Junhui a glare

- Though, to Junhui he resembled something like a kitten trying to act like a tiger

- “Look, I don’t know how long you’re going to be in here and I don’t really care. Just because we’re roommates right now does not mean we’re friends. Just stay out of my way.” 

- Junhui didn’t try to talk to the boy again for the rest of the day

- He sat in his corner, sulking and trying not to think about his parents’ look of relief when he finally left the house

- Though he couldn’t help his mind wander to what they would be doing now that he was gone

- Would they stay in the kitchen until they finished their meals? Would they walk through the animal paths instead of all the way around like they did in case Junhui was sitting with them? Would they finally smile? 

- The next couple of days, Junhui stayed in his room

- His roommate came in and out, sometimes holding different objects, but never saying anything

- The only contact they had was when the boy gave Junhui some food so he didn’t starve to death

- When Junhui finally decided to go out

- He started to walk around the courtyard, keeping his eyes to the floor 

- “Hey! Hey new kid!” 

- Junhui looked up and saw a group of kids in different colored uniforms waving him over

- Curious, Junhui walked over

- “You’re The8′s new roommate, aren’t you?”

- Junhui blinked. 

- “The8?”

- “Yeah, fire elemental, constant scowl on his face, everyone’s scared of him, the affected with the highest punishment record so far even though he’s only been here for two years?” 

- Junhui furrowed his eyebrows together

- “What’s an elemental?” 

- “Raindrops. We control the elements. Blue-” The kid gestured to Junhui- “is for water elementals, red is for fire, yellow is for air, and green-” The kid gestured to himself- “is for earth. This facility’s for elementals only.” 

- “So are you The8′s roommate or not?” Another kid cut in quickly

- “Uh...I think so?” 

- “Be careful, rumor has it, he burned his family down the second he found out about his powers. No reason too, he’s just insane!” 

- “Yeah, and he hates water elementals. He burned one just for looking at him the wrong way!” 

- Junhui stumbled back slightly, a frown on his face

- This kid was just ten, how could he do all these things

- “That can’t be true.” 

- The other kids scoffed

- “Careful, that kind of thinking’s gonna get you in a lot of trouble.” 

- little did Junhui know...the kid was right

- Junhui walked away from them

- This kid, the one who threw bread at him so he didn’t starve and kept to himself in the room...he couldn’t possibly be as dangerous and scary as they said

- For the next couple of weeks, Junhui avoided his roommate

- Junhui knew he shouldn’t listen to the other kids, but in the off chance that what they said was true...he just didn’t want to be a part of that

- But one day, when Junhui came back from his daily walk, his roommate was curled into a ball in the corner of his bed

- His hands were over his ears and his eyes were darting all around the room

- “What’s wro-”

- “Go away!” 

- Junhui stepped back as if he were just punched

- Junhui had half a mind to turn around and leave, but seeing his roommate curled into a ball, pale and trembling, made something turn in him

- He took a step forward and the kid flinched back

- Slowly, Junhui approached his roommate and sat next to him on the bed 

- When the kid made no move to protest, Junhui scooted closer and wrapped his arms around the boy’s body

- In the close proximity, he could hear the boy’s shallow breaths starting to slow down 

- The kid’s skin was burning, but Junhui didn’t care

- Junhui tightened his hold around the boy until his shaking slowly stopped

- And even then, Junhui didn’t let go until the boy pushed his arms away

- “Th-thanks.” 

- “Are you okay now?” 

- The kid nodded and kept his gaze on his hands as Junhui shifted so he could sit in front of him

- “I’m Minghao.” 

- Junhui let a smile tug on his lips

- “It’s nice to meet you, Minghao.” 

- The way that Minghao’s name rolled off his lips just felt right

- A weak smile made its way onto Minghao’s face

- “Everyone else calls me The8, though.” 

- “So I’ve heard.”

- There was no way that this kid was dangerous, and the twinkle in his eyes when he looked at Junhui confirmed it

- So it was then and there that Junhui promised himself that he would stay by this boy’s side

- Even if it meant helping him out when he tried to steal from the soldiers because god forbid this kid to have a safe hobby

- So for years, Junhui went along with whatever plan it was that Minghao had

- Sometimes he was a part of it, sometimes Minghao just told him about it, and other times he covered for Minghao when it had been a particularly bad one

- Minghao felt bad every time Junhui took his punishment and he stole him some new books or a lemon or something

- There were a couple of situations that were more memorable than the others

- Like the time Junhui had Minghao steal a chili pepper to put it in a fire elemental’s food because he was talking bad about Minghao behind his back

- But Junhui didn’t tell Minghao that

- “Why do you want to put it in his food exactly?”

- “Because, it’ll be funny, Hao Hao.” 

- And it was

- The jumped up from his seat and breathed fire out of his mouth, right onto the hair of the poor girl next to him

- The soldiers didn’t know what to do and the rest of the elementals were in shock 

- It set off a chain reaction and somehow, Junhui isn’t exactly sure how, the kid ended up in a tree 

- Junhui and Minghao went back to their room and laughed about it for a good hour

- Another memorable time was when the two of them got so bored they started a riot in the courtyard

- The soldiers made the horrible mistake of interrogating them at the same time

- “Look,” The soldier had a fake smile on his face, “this can be really easy or really hard. It’s all up to you. Just say ‘yes’ or ‘no’ to my questions, okay?”

- “No.”

- Junhui snapped his head to Minghao in shock, but when he saw the small and mischievous smile on his younger friend’s face, he couldn’t help but match it

- The soldier blinked at him

- “I haven’t asked a questio-”

- “No.” 

- This time the both of them spoke at the same time, smiles widening

- The soldier just inhaled sharply

- “Did you two cause the riot?”

- “No,” Minghao answered

- “Yes,” Junhui said right after

- Minghao turned to Junhui and pointed at him, feigning shock

- “You?”

- “Not me,” Junhui pointed back at Minghao

- “Not me.”

- “Not me either.”

- The soldier let out a low growl and slammed his fists on the table, making Junhui straighten up

- He never did get used to all of the abuse

- “Are you two joking right now?” 

- Needless to say, they didn’t see each other for a couple of weeks. 

- And when they finally did, they were both covered head to toe with bruises and cuts and scratches

- The two were absolutely inseparable

- Until of course, they were actually separated 

- Junhui woke up late in the afternoon

- The night before was one of the times they saw together in the middle of the room and talked about their lives before the facility

- Junhui couldn’t quite remember the number of chickens and pigs on his farm anymore, but he didn’t want to mention that

- When he looked to Minghao’s side of the room, he saw that it was completely empty

- No Minghao, no stolen objects, no trace of his friend at all

- So Junhui immediately began to panic

- He ran out of the room and into the courtyard, desperately searching for the scrawny boy

- But he couldn’t find him

- So he approached the facility’s known gossips 

- “Hey, have you guys seen Hao H-The8. Have you guys seen The8 anywhere?” 

- One of the girls scoffed

- “He finally got the boot.” 

- Junhui furrowed his eyebrows

- “What do you mean?” 

- Another boy stepped forward

- “What she means is he finally hit the limit in his punishments. The soldiers deemed him as ‘too dangerous and unstable’ and shipped him off to a bigger facility. Something like Facility K or J or even T.” 

- Junhui’s world felt like it was crashing around him

- How would he know that the boy was okay without Junhui there? What if he tried messing around in the bigger facilities and got himself killed? What if he was scared without Junhui there but wouldn’t admit it?

- So of course, Junhui had the most logical plan

- He would get his punishment numbers up so he would get into the same facility as Minghao. 

- For the next couple of months, Junhui had only one purpose; to reach the limit of punishments

- It was a lot harder than he thought, there were rumors of Minghao having around 2,000 

- With the amount of shenanigans he pulled, the rest of the affected avoided him like the plague. 

- There were times when he just stopped and thought ‘is this all worth it?’

- But then he looks over to Minghao’s empty bed and keeps going

- It only pushed him further when he got a new roommate

- It was some boy that he didn’t want to bother learning the name of

- The only thing that stuck with him was the conversation he overheard with the group of gossips and his new roommate

- “Hey! Hey new kid! You’re Jun’s roommate, right?”

- “Jun?”

- “Yeah, water elemental, devilish smirk always on his face, usually either getting punished or doing something to get punished?” 

- Junhui didn’t want to listen to the rest

- It brought him back to his first week there so many years ago

- He nearly laughed when he thought about how cautious he was of the younger boy at first

- The same boy that always giggled about the randomest things when it was just the two of them

- Then it dawned on him

- He couldn’t remember what his smile looked like

- Did it reach his eyes? Did his nose scrunch up? Did all of his teeth show? 

- Junhui couldn’t remember, it was all a blur

- So he went out and punched a soldier

- He was beat so bad he passed out halfway and regained consciousness four hours afterwards, every inch of his body sore and in pain

- ‘It’s worth it...it’s worth it for Minghao.’ 

- Finally, after more than a year of back to back punishments, Junhui was awaken in the middle of the night

- A hand was slammed over his mouth as the soldiers carried him out

- Junhui didn’t struggle, he didn’t fight back, part of him was even relieved that he was being taken away

- Of course part of him was scared that he was being sent to his death, but he tried not to focus on that

- He was thrown into the back of a truck with a couple of soldiers carrying guns

- The car ride was silent

- Junhui didn’t know how much time passed until they arrived in front of a large wall

- He looked out the small window in fascination as the walls started to open and allow the car to drive in

- The grounds of the new facility seemed bigger than the one in Facility ‘C’

- There was no one out in the courtyard, Junhui noticed, but he didn’t have enough time to ponder about it when the car stopped

- Next thing he knew, Junhui was thrown into a ‘testing room’ as the sign outside read

- He was asked to show his tattoo, then given a ‘stern talking to’ about how his behavior wouldn’t be tolerated there, but he just ignored it

- Then, he was given a new uniform and pushed into a cell

- Looking around, Junhui took note of all the differences from this facility and Facility C

- The room was bigger with four beds and more than fifty people

- There were walls on all sides of them except one, where there were bars that allowed them to be watched like caged animals

- A couple of the affected looked up when Junhui was thrown in, but the majority just ignored him

- “Hao Hao?” Junhui called gently, looking around in hopes of finding the familiar boy

- “Hey,” A voice called from behind him, having Junhui perk up and spin around with high hopes

- His excited demeanor immediately faded when he was face to face with a taller boy that was definitely not Minghao

- The boy had a kind smile with his canines poking out

- “Hi,” The boy greeted. “I’m Mingyu.”

- “Junhui,” He nodded back, still looking around

- “Where’d you come from? Cell 9? Cell 24?” Mingyu gasped. “Cell 17?” 

- Junhui furrowed his eyebrows together. 

- “Facility C.”

- The more he looked around the more frustrated he got when he realized Minghao wasn’t there

- “Woah, you’re from a different facility? That’s so cool!” 

- Junhui let out a groan and dropped to the floor, digging his hands into his hair helplessly

- Junhui didn’t even move when Mingyu crouched down next to him and put a hand on his back

- “Hey, what’s wrong?” 

- “My Hao Hao...” Junhui was mumbling incoherently now. “My best friend...I thought he would be...He should be here.” 

- Junhui felt Mingyu wrap his arms around him and pull him close

- “It’s okay, it’s okay, you’ll be fine, the facility’s not as bad as you think...” 

- Junhui let out a scoff and pushed Mingyu’s arm off of him

- “Not that,” Junhui brushed off. “I thought that my best friend would be here.”

- “Well maybe he’s in a different cell.”

- Junhui snapped his head up with wide eyes

- “You mean this isn’t all of the elementals?”

- “No, there are hundreds more here,” Mingyu chuckled. “Come on, I’ll introduce you to my friends at meal time before we have to go to work. We’ll look for your friend whenever we get the chance, okay?” 

- “Work?” 

- For a couple of hours before meal time, the two started to talk and get to know each other

- Junhui found out that Mingyu was a water elemental like him, that he came to the facility when he turned seven, that he was left handed, and he likes dogs

- When it was finally time for meal time, Mingyu excitedly dragged Junhui across the room

- They stopped at the end of the long table where two elementals looked up at Mingyu with furrowed eyebrows

- “Hey guys! This is my new friend, Junhui. He just got transferred here from Facility C!” 

- One of the boys smiled at Junhui

- “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Vernon, that’s Dino.” 

- Junhui took his introduction as a sign of acceptance and sat down next to Dino

- “You can call me Jun.” 

- Junhui was quick to find out that the two boys were great listeners

- He was able to drone on and on about all of his adventures with Minghao 

- And though he thought he was annoying them with the stories at times, they kept asking for more

- For the first time since Minghao, he felt himself connect with other people that were like him

- He learned that Mingyu was a social butterfly and got punished for talking a lot sometimes

- He learned that Dino was the excitable baby of the group-whether he admitted it or not-and had some strange beef with Mingyu

- He also learned that Vernon kept to himself most of the time and that he worked as a messenger all around the facility

- Junhui kept Vernon’s job in mind 

- When it was time for them to work, Junhui followed Mingyu out the door and into the latrines

- Mingyu led him to a corner of the room and Junhui watched in horror as he used his water manipulation to gather the water from a bucket and clean the walls

- “Are you crazy?” Junhui hissed, grabbing onto Mingyu’s arm. “There are soldiers everywhere, they’ll see you?” 

- Junhui was too busy looking around the latrines to notice the blank stare Mingyu gave him

- “Have you never used your water manipulation?” 

- “Of course I have, how do you think I got punished half the time?”  

- It took Mingyu a couple of explanations for Junhui to finally understand

- And when he finally did, he only felt excited to use his powers

- Even if it is to clean the bathrooms

- Since then, he fell into a small routine

- Junhui would wake up, chat with Mingyu about the randomest things, go to work before meal time on certain days, meet up with the other elementals for meal time, go to work, and then go back to the cells 

- Only a week in and Mingyu broke his routine by breaking a mop and getting sent to the ‘floating dungeon’ as Mingyu called them but the other two said that was normal

- Eventually, Junhui finally found the courage to ask the question that was his main purpose for the longest time

- As the group of elementals started to exit the dining hall, Junhui grabbed onto Vernon’s arm and pulled him aside

- “I have a favor to ask of you,” Junhui spoke quietly, looking around to make sure no one was listening. “you have access to the command center, right?” 

-  “I’m sorry, Jun, I already told the other guys, I can’t smuggle family mail or else they’ll actually kill me. It’s happened to the other messengers before.”

- Junhui widened his eyes in horror before shaking his head

-  “No, no, not the letters. I just...is there any way you can access the affected files? I don’t want to see it, I just want to know if my friend is here.”

- Vernon stared at Junhui for a second in confusion

- “The friend you’re always talking about?”

- “Yeah, he was transferred a year before me. I never knew where, but if there’s a chance he’s here, I want to look for him.” 

- Vernon stayed quiet for an unsettlingly long time

- “What’s his name?” Vernon finally said

- Junhui’s heart nearly leapt out of his chest with excitement

- “Xu Minghao.” 

- “Jun!” Mingyu called 

- Junhui sent one last look at Vernon before running after Mingyu to get to work

- The next day at meal time, Junhui was telling Mingyu and Dino yet another story of his crazy adventures with Minghao

- “...so there I was, hot sauce on my phalanges-”

- “Vernon?”

- It was Dino’s voice from next to Junhui that made him stop and look up

- To his horror, he saw Vernon slipping into the seat next to Mingyu, large bruises on his face and around his face

- “Vernon? What the hell happened to you?” 

- Junhui was frozen 

- Part of him knew exactly what happened, but the other part didn’t want it to be his fault

- The rest of meal time, Junhui was quiet

- It was lucky that Mingyu was especially chatty that day because it didn’t raise any suspicion

- After meal time, as Junhui was walking out of the dining hall, he felt a hand on his arm

- When he turned, he saw Vernon staring at him with intent eyes

- “Xu Minghao,” Vernon said with a painfully rough voice before nodding

- Junhui’s heart dropped

- He knew he should have been grateful for the news, but how could he be when he was the reason for his friend’s pain 

- Without thinking, Junhui pulled Vernon in for a tight hug

- “Thank you...so much.” 

- When Junhui pulled away, he quickly wiped his eyes and bid Vernon a goodbye before catching up to Mingyu 

- Finding Minghao wasn’t too hard after that

- For the next couple of days, he went around asking if anyone by the name of ‘Minghao’

- After a couple of days of failure, he then realized that he was probably asking about the wrong name

- And finally, he found out that Minghao was one of the few fire elementals that worked in the kitchens right before meal time

- So, when meal time came around, Junhui excitedly made his way to the kitchens

- When he got in, he started looking around and nearly exploded from joy when he saw the familiar scowl 

- “Hao Hao,” Junhui called, having Minghao’s head snap up

- “Jun?” Minghao breathed

- Junhui watched as Minghao looked around before walking over to stand in front of him

- Though it had been only a year, Minghao looked different

- Junhui couldn’t say exactly what it was, but there was just something about Minghao’s face that wasn’t the same 

- Overwhelmed with excitement, Junhui wrapped his arms around Minghao and pulled him into a bone crushing hug

- “I finally found you, Hao Hao.” 

- Minghao let out a small scoff but wrapped his arms around Junhui nonetheless

- “When did you get here?” 

- “Just a couple of weeks ago. You didn’t think I’d come for you did you? Hm? Hm?” Junhui teased, making Minghao roll his eyes

- “I didn’t think you’d be able to do anything bad enough to end up here.”

- “Well I did. Now come on, I made friends. Lemme introduce you to them.” 

- “No thanks.” 

- Junhui grabbed onto Minghao’s wrist and dragged him anyways

- He was so excited that he started skipping all the way to the end of the table 

- “ Guys! This is Minghao, my very best friend in the whole wide world!”

- Junhui didn’t notice the way Minghao rolled his eyes, but he did see the way that his friend’s lips quirked up ever so slightly

- “Call me The8″ 

- At first Junhui was apprehensive as to how Minghao would fit into the group

- But once he and Mingyu started playfully bickering 

- or at least what Junhui hoped was playful

- Junhui knew that he would be just fine

- The rest of the group also enjoyed the way that Minghao would always cut in on Junhui’s story telling and call him out for being too dramatic about what happened

- And eventually Mingyu dragged his friend Wonwoo into the group and Junhui was fascinated to say the least

- He came from a facility with all elementals, so he never met a different type of affected

- Junhui may have pestered Wonwoo with questions the first couple of weeks, but eventually got familiar with him enough to stop

- Being with each other instantly made life in the facility a lot easier

- The only downside was that instead of taking the fall for one person, he was taking it for three

- Because Wonwoo almost never gets punished and Vernon’s too peaceful to get into trouble

- Chan had a little tendency of getting into fights for a while and Junhui somehow convinced the soldiers that it was him in the fight

- “what do you mean it was you? you have no bruises anywhere”

- “are you kidding me? look at this bruise right here” 

- “that’s a mole???”

- And sometimes when Minghao gets pissed and either passively says something or throws something at the soldier behind their back Junhui immediately takes the blame

- But the main thing that Junhui would get into trouble for was all of Mingyu’s clumsiness

- Whenever Mingyu tripped or dropped something, Junhui would speak up saying he pushed him in hopes of being the only one punished

- But everytime they’re both punished

- For the most part, Junhui was sent to the floating cages, but there are the occasional beatings and burning of hands

- Wonwoo usually heals the hands when no one’s looking and Junhui laughs off the injuries whenever someone expresses concern

- The punishments weren’t any different from the 1,700 that he endured in Facility C

- So there he was again

- In the floating dungeons, with a pointed glare at the smiling boy

- They didn’t know exactly how long they’d be in there, so they got as comfortable as they could

- They passed the time by talking and playing games that they made up 

- Of course as time went by they got more and more tired and hungry and thirsty, but it somehow didn’t break their spirits

- Until they were awoken one night

- When Junhui opened his eyes, he was immediately met with an unsettling heat 

- “Gyu! Gyu are you awake?” 

- “What’s happening Jun?”

- As Junhui looked around, there was light coming from the other side of the tree and he could see and smell the smoke 

- “Fire...” Junhui muttered before he snapped his head to Mingyu. “Fire!” 

- “How the hell did the tree catch on fire?” 

- “I don’t know, how the hell did that toilet catch on fire?”

- “Now is not the time for a lecture Jun!” 

- Suddenly, Junhui heard a voice of their savior from afar

- “Mingyu! Jun!” 

- “Vernon!”

- Junhui watched as Vernon hopped from branch to branch and landed on top of Mingyu’s cage in a cat like pose

- “Vernon, what’s happening?” Mingyu asked 

- “Someone set the tree on fire, we have to get you out of here!”

- “How?”

- Vernon started to look around with furrowed eyebrows

- “You’re gonna have to get water from the tree.”

- “But the soldiers-”

- “The soldiers can’t punish you if you’re burnt to a crisp!”

- Junhui caught Mingyu’s eye and nodded before they both turned to the tree

- Junhui’s fingertips turned blue as he extracted water out of the tree

- When he got a good amount out, he held it in front of him and looked up to Vernon

- “What now?”

-  “Manipulate the water around the lock and use your ice breath to break it. Then I’ll carry you down.”

- Vernon took Mingyu down first before jumping back up for Junhui

- When he was on the floor with Mingyu, Junhui made sure the younger boy was okay 

- As Vernon started to get the rest of the people down, Junhui turned and saw crowds of water elementals rushing forward with buckets so he dragged Mingyu to join them

- “Lucky we got away from that,” Mingyu breathed

- Junhui scoffed. “Lucky Vernon’s curious at heart.” 

- Lockdown commenced after that night

- It wasn’t too bad since he had Mingyu with him 

- He felt more sympathy for Vernon and Wonwoo who didn’t have anyone

- But being introverts they were probably thriving

- When months passed and the lockdown was over, Junhui excitedly wrapped his arms around the rest of his friends, joking about how Mingyu was driving him crazy

- He was disappointed when Wonwoo wasn’t able to sit with them, but he tried to wave to him from across the room whenever they met eyes

- Chan would talk on and on about his conspiracies about this group of affected called ‘two teen’ or something like that 

- And Junhui was fully invested in the stories that Chan would tell them even if they were just stories

- He told Chan that he fully believed him but honestly he knew better than to hope for such a thing

- Until

- It was one of the few days when Junhui was split from Mingyu while working

- So he didn’t exactly know where the boy was when he met up with the others for meal time

- He took note that Wonwoo wasn’t there either, but that wasn’t too strange

- Junhui immediately started to tell a story about his and Minghao’s adventures while they ate

- And Minghao immediately criticized him for being too dramatic

- “...and then the boy literally started spitting fire! like a dragon!” 

- “he coughed out one puff of smoke.”

- “Hao Hao you’re no fun”

- He was just about to continue when Mingyu came racing towards them

- When Mingyu stopped in front of them, he put his hands on his knees and started breathing heavily

- “Guys!” He panted, “Wonwoo was...I just...I saw...”

- Junhui heard Minghao scoff from next to him

- “Words, Gyu. Words.” 

- “Wonwoo escaped. He’s gone.”

- There was a pause of shock amongst the four

- Vernon was the first to talk as Mingyu took his seat next to Vernon

- “What do you mean gone?” 

- “ “As in he ran off with these...these bandits or something!” His eyes were wide as he looked at his friends. “And I could have sworn I saw the sun. You know, the one that watched over us every now and then? The scary one?”

- Junhui nodded as he thought back to the boy that stood at the side with a deadly glare

- He had witnessed the sun control an affected that was misbehaving once and ever since then he was terrified

- It was something that he kept between him and Mingyu, but also joked about every now and then

- So Junhui was just in disbelief when Mingyu revealed that it was the terrifying sun that busted one of his best friends out of the facility

-  A week later

- The group was sitting at their random spot and Junhui was intently listening to baby Dino excitedly talk about something that happened at work

- “...and just before the boulder hit him, I punched in the air and it explo-”

- Before Dino could even finish his sentence, a loud bang echoed throughout the room  

- “Everyone get down! Get down!” Shouted an unfamiliar voice 

- Junhui only had a split second to look up before Minghao dragged him under the table 

- The only thing he saw were two soldiers carrying rifles and pointing them at the other soldiers

- Junhui clung onto Minghao tightly to keep himself grounded

- to say he was freaking out internally was an understatement

- After everything he went through to get back to his best friend, he was not going to let either of them get shot

- An ear splitting screech filled the room and Junhui felt Minghao’s hands immediately press around his ears

- Slowly, as Minghao released his hands from Junhui’s head, he could have sworn he heard Vernon’s name getting called

- “Vernon it’s me!” 

- Junhui snapped his head up once he realized that someone was actually calling for Vernon

- “Seungkwan?”

- Junhui turned and exchanged a look with Minghao before looking back at Vernon 

- Him, Dino, and Mingyu were all looking at someone standing on top of the bench that Minghao and Junhui were under

- “Get up, we’re busting you and your friends out of here.” 

- Junhui saw Dino scramble to his feet as Mingyu crouched down to help pull the two out 

- Junhui saw a boy, Seungkwan he assumed, wearing black clothes standing on top of the bench 

- “They’re coming!” One of the rifle holding soldiers shouted into the dining hall with his eyes glued outside

- When Junhui turned back to look at Seungkwan, he saw him rushing down the bench with Vernon following

- Mingyu stood back to help the rest onto the bench before climbing on and following after

- When they got to the doors, Junhui kept his hand on Minghao’s wrist as Seungkwan, Dino, and Vernon started to hold off the soldiers

- When they walked forward, Junhui felt Minghao tap on his hand and immediately let go

- He took a couple of steps back and smiled as Minghao’s body started glowing orange from under his uniform and he swiped a flame back and forth at the soldiers, keeping them away

- Once they were out of the crowd, Seungkwan immediately sprinted to the front with Vernon keeping in step

- Junhui grabbed onto Minghao’s hand and they followed behind as Seungkwan lead them towards the gates

- As they got closer and closer to the front, Junhui saw Dino stumble next to him 

- “Mingyu! No!” 

- Junhui whipped his head back and felt his heart drop when he saw a crowd of soldiers surround Mingyu 

- “What happened?” Vernon called

- “He pushed me forward!” Dino cried

- Junhui grabbed onto Dino’s hand

- There was no way another one of them would be left behind

- “We’ll come back for him!” Seungkwan shouted

- The floor started to quake underneath them as they got closer to the gates

- Junhui saw a familiar person at the top of the wall as a giant branch reached over the wall and touched the floor on their side

- “Wonwoo!” Vernon called with a smile

- “Hurry! They’re right behind you!” Wonwoo shouted back

- Junhui helped Dino onto the branch first before Minghao 

- He stepped on and looked back at Vernon, who just nodded his head to the side of the wall as Wonwoo started to lift the branch

- “Vernon get on!” Seungkwan shouted

- “He can jump.” Junhui reassured him

- When the branch was horizontal, the four walked onto the wall and hopped off as Wonwoo moved the branch back down to the other side

- “I didn’t know he could do that,” Junhui muttered

- “Where’s Mingyu?” Wonwoo frantically asked

- Junhui tightened his grip on Minghao’s hand as Wonwoo panicked about the missing boy

- “It’ll okay, Jun,” Minghao said in a low tone

- “What if we don’t get him back, Hao Hao? Who knows what they’ll do to him.” 

- Minghao brought his other hand to Jun’s shoulder and rubbed circles into it

- “We’ll get him back, Jun. It’ll be okay.” 

- “We have to go now,” One of the saviors called, throwing a rope down and tying it to the bar along the edge of the wall

- “Come on, Dino, you first,” Junhui said, helping the youngest boy climb over the bars and grab onto the rope

- After he was down, Junhui helped Minghao over before climbing down himself

- When everyone was on the floor, they started running again

- Junhui turned and glanced at Minghao

- And despite the despair he felt over his friend and comrade, he couldn’t help but smile

- They were free

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I Have Your Heart (part one)

Rating; Fluff?

Warning ⚠️; None

Pairing; Moonbin X reader

Plot; (credit to _writing_ideas_ on Instagram) "You know I wear my heart on my sleeve."

"No! You know..you know it's not yours. It's my heart and you took it."

"I'm sorry you still feel that way."

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'You know I wear my heart on my sleeve.'

'No! You know... You know it's not yours. It's my heart, and you took it.'

'I'm sorry you still feel that way.'

To anyone else, this simple exchange of dialogue would bring one answer clearer than the others; You had been in a relationship and had broken up, but you still harboured feelings for the man before you.

But they would be wrong.

The man before you- Moonbin - and yourself hadn't broken up, nor had you ever dated in the first place. You hadn't even really been friends before the..incident. But, you had lived in the same neighbourhood as children. Your families had been friends and frequently had dinner at each others houses. You had spoken a few times though, and you could hazily remember telling Moonbin that you wanted to live forever. And he had remembered.

When he was approached by some unidentifiable supernatural being, telling him that he would be spared (from what, he still doesn't know) and could live forever, but he had to chose someone to bear the burden with him, he instantaneously thought of you. The catch of the offer? He had to take their heart and wear it on his sleeve forever.

Moonbin decided that either way you would be the one he chose.

So, one day, he confronted you with a few other people you'd never seen before, apologising softly. Then, with a noise and a jolt of pain, your heart was out of your body, a quickly healing wound on the left side of your chest the only thing clueing you in to what had just happened. Your jaw hung open, looking at your heart, now sitting on Moonbin's sleeve.

There were no words for the apologetic look on his face as the other people outlined what your life would be like, you’d stop aging, yadda yadda. Then they dismissed themselves, leaving you both in silence. After countless moments of glaring from you and meek blubbering from him, you spun on your heel. 'I'm going home.' You snapped, not giving Moonbin time to speak. But as you got home, you found that you had no way in, and nothing was working.

Your keys fit the door, but they were useless in unlocking it. The back door wouldn't open no matter how much you willed it. The phone line cut out just as you were telling the locksmith your address.. And it did so everytime you tried. Slumping down on your front step and ignoring the stubborn tears wetting your cheeks, you yelled in frustration. Then, you allowed yourself to cry.

But it was different this time. Because unlike other times, where you could feel your heart hammering against the confines of your ribcage, there was an extremely apparent absence of that pounding. It didn't hurt, and there was no evidence of you literally not having a heart. No scar, no mark, no nothing. And you were still alive and functioning. Was all of this a fever dream that you'll wake up from soon? You sure hoped so. Just as you were muttering about how it'll probably rain soon, that it's just your luck, a certain man wandered up, head turned down, and tall body slouched in something like fear.

'What, Moonbin?' You snapped, covering your face with your hands. 'Listen, I'm sorry. But they, they approached me. They told me that I'd be spared from something if I obeyed and chose someone to live with me. You always said you wanted to live forever, so I though of-' Your sigh cut him off to see you standing up, peering at him through teary eyes. 'Spared? They? Live forever?'

'I don't know!' He wailed in frustration. 'It sounded bad, so I agreed. I-I should've asked you, but I got caught up in the moment and-'

'Shut up.' You sighed in defeat. 'What happened...happened. It's over now.' You glanced around, throwing a glare over your shoulder at your door, still stubbornly closed. 'I'd ask if you'd like to come in, but my door has decided that it will not open today.'

Moonbin, feeling that you were in a bit of a better mood (or so he thought), and wanted to try something. 'Did you offer the door a puppy?' You squinted at him, brain drawing a blank. 'Huh?'

'A Puppy. Did you offer the door a puppy? If I were a door, and someone offered me a puppy, I'd do whatever they wanted me to.' Moonbin explained, moving the stray strands of hair tickling his eyelids away while talking. You couldn't help but laugh, ending it with a sigh. With a shrug and a sudden urge to humour him, you turned toward the door a bit more. 'Jeez. I didn't think of that.' Softly so that you wouldn't alert any of the people wandering by, but loud enough for Bin to hear, you offer your inanimate front door, a puppy. You offered the cutest puppy to the door, yet it stayed closed.

'Huh. Usually works for my door. C'mon, I'll show you if you want.' Seeing as he didn't live that far away, you nodded, hesitantly gathering your things and following the man. 'I really am sorry.' He muttered, glancing briefly at your heart, still resting on his sleeve and beating away softly, as though it never left it's warm enclosure. You shook your head. 'Stop it. It's done now, and I guess I'll just have to get used to not having one. God forbid something happens to me and they need to find my pulse.' After a pause, you spoke again. 'Bin, the people said that neither of us will age after this, right?'

Bin nodded, tucking his hands into the pockets of his loose work out pants. 'Then what about dating? You can't date someone for too long. It'll get weird if they're aging and you're not.' It was like you were Bin's young child, asking your father about the world, and deep in thought as you trailed behind him, kicking at the concrete beneath your feet with each step.

'You'll trip yourself up if you keep doing that,' He murmured, wistfully looking into the distance. 'And I suppose that's true. Dating will be hard from now on. So will life. Every lifetime where we would die, we'll have to change our identities. Or..maybe not. We'll just have to see.'

You smirked at him, picking up both your speed and your feet. 'What if we dated each other. I mean, we both know what's going on and if we have to change identities, perhaps it would be easier to say we're married. It'll make it easier on both of us if we are. Then we're not looking at other people. Only at each other.' You were playing, to a certain extent. But you were also serious. Bin seemed to pick up your seriousness but not the playfulness, stopping and staring at you. 'You want to marry me? The person who just made your life- Fine. Let's date, then marry. You have a point, after all.' His sweet smile made its appearance, eyes softening into little crescents.

You spluttered in a flustered manner, gulping in air like a fish out of water. You hadn't expected Moonbin to take you seriously. He started walking again, pushing open the little gate that separated the footpath you'd just been following and the dainty little walkway that lead up to his front door. Your legs took over when he looked back at you, still holding the gate. 'Are you coming in?' You recovered, clearing your throat. 'Why'd you hold the gate? I can open it and let myself through.' You mumbled. Moonbin chuckled. 'My apologies for trying to be a gentleman. It won't happen again.' He mocked, holding the rim of an imaginary top hat between his thumb and first finger, tucking one leg behind the other and bowing.

His laughter bubbled out again when you shoved at him, pulling a face. Bin pulled out his keys, unlocking his door with ease. To humour you, as he did so, he murmured to the door about a puppy. The cutest puppy ever, he called it. Turning back to you, he shrugged. 'Told you the puppy thing worked.' He smirked, raising an eyebrow teasingly. 'Well, thank you for showing me.' You sighed heavily. 'God, this marriage thing is going to be fun!' You groaned, brushing past him and into his house.

The house hadn't changed from when you were kids. The only thing that had changed was that the house had been moved to Moonbin's name, in case something happened to his parents. 'It still smells of warm chocolate and honey.' You murmur, memories of simpler days popping into your mind. Bin smiled, leaning down to your height. 'Really?'

You smile at him. 'Yeah. But it smells better without your cologne invading my nose.' Bin laughed, straightening up and wafting air toward you. "I'm sorry m'lady. Here, some air smelling of warm honey and chocolate.'

'Warm chocolate and honey. It's your house, how did you mess that up?' You poke his stomach, surprised at the amount of muscle that flexed beneath your finger. He was never a squishy kid when he was younger, always tall, thin and good looking, but he definitely wasn't the most muscular. It seemed that things had changed.

It was then you found yourself studying what you could see of his body; his thighs, straining against the soft material of his Adidas sweatpants; the slight bulge where his bicep engaged beneath the long shirt covering his torso. And of course, the apparent abdominal muscles. His soft laugh was beautiful, eyes closed again in soft crescents. His voice was soft as well. Not what you'd call very deep, but deep enough to tell you that he had hit puberty. His voice didn't squeak anymore, or so you could tell, and it honestly was something you missed. You were positive Bin didn't miss it though.

You quickly snapped yourself out, mentally scolding yourself. Bin hadn't noticed your staring, too busy moving this and that, chattering to you as he calmed himself down. He flopped down on the couch beside you, arm resting on the back of the material, and switching the television on. 'Really? No drinks? No food? What kind of a host?' You mutter at him, standing up. 'Mi casa es su casa.' Bin murmured in a soft whisper. You paused to send him a glance, unable to hold back from smiling.

"Mi casa es su casa", meaning "My house is your house" was something you learnt at a young age and parroted to him a few times when his family was over for dinner. To know that he knew it, even if he himself had heard the phrase and didn't remember you telling him all those years before; even if he was simply repeating it, it made you feel a certain way.

You turned away again, leaving him to stare at the television, busying yourself with raiding the well-kept kitchen, gathering snacks and drinks. To tease him further, you waltzed out of the kitchen, placing a bowl of chips in front of him, patting his head as you left to go and get the rest of the snacks. 'Don't touch them, darling.' Bin hummed, still staring at the movie playing on the screen.

He was still staring at the tv when you came back, a blank stare, as though deep in thought. 'Bin, you okay?' You ask, leaning forward to put yourself in his range of vision. He simply gestured to the tv, or so you thought. The two people who had been with him when he first told you what had happened just a few hours prior we're standing just beside the tv. The woman smiled, stepping forward.

'We forgot to tell you,' She started, looking between the two of you. 'but you must stay together. If you're apart for too long, y/n's heart will start to slow down and it will stop eventually. Which, you know. Wouldn't be good.' Bin groaned softly, resting his head in his hands. You sough and leant back against the settee, turning your head to look at Bin. 'But,' the man standing beside the woman spoke, flicking his eyes between you both. 'clearly, you've both already worked that out, yes?'

'I guess.' You muttered softly. 'Were you the ones who-' 'stopped you from getting into your house? Yes. As we said, you both must stay together. It won't kill you, but it will affect you in other ways. It's within your best interests to stay with Bin. If you must be apart, make it only for a short time.'

With warm wishes, they left again, leaving both of you in silent contemplation. There was nothing to say, and so you both stayed silent, watching the tv and softly crunching on chips. As bedtime drew nearer, you searched Bin's house for a blanket and stole a pillow from his bed. He watched as you placed the pillow down on the sofa and laid the blanket out, laying beneath it and closing your eyes. He then copied you, stretching his long body out and shutting his eyes, listening to the sounds of the tv as he drifted off.

#arohanet #writeblr #astro writing #astrohawritings #astro kpop #moonbin #i have your heart #moonbin fanfic #kpop imagines #kpopidol #bin fic

[shytheguy]

One shot: Reddie

Well, fuck, guess this is a thing hhh

I can't write smut, so none o dat, sorry, just some fluff :))

Trigger warning? At most, a sad Richie and in denial Eddie

Aged up to 18 modern AU

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Richie Tozier had a knack for getting himself in trouble. That's why he needed Eddie. Eddie got him out of bad situations. Eddie was, as some consider him, Richie's life line. He kept him safe whenever he could and kept him out of stupid situations.

But this was just something Eddie could not understand. Why did Richie do this? This thing that made Eddie's blood boil with anger and jealousy? This thing that made him want to punch a wall? This thing thay Richie does so often it makes Eddie want to slap some sense in his face.

This thing, of course, being Richie's weekly Boyfriends. Or girlfriends. Or Joyfriends. Or whatever Richie is feeling that week.

And now, of course, He had to listen to him rant about his current boyfriend.

"I'm telling you, Eds! This one, He's the one! He's so nice, and he laughs at my jokes, and he has this thing in bed-"

"Beep beep, asshole! God you act like you worship this guy!" Eddue blurted out, crossing his arms. "Stop talking about your boyfriend and let me get some coffee, then you can run your mouth."

"Pft, Sorry Eddie-bear. Is my super successful relationship making you jealous that your only kisses have been with your mommy?" He teased jokingly. Eddie simply rolled his eyes and shoved past him to keep walking to the small breakfast place they were supposed to go to meet the other losers.

"Come ooooon! It was a joke!" He sped up to catch up. Eventually they got to the cafe to find it was almost completely empty, aside from the booth the others were at. Eddie took his place next to Bill and Richie plopped next to him. The table went silent for a little while, then Bev spoke up.

"Okay, okay, based on the looks on your faces, I'm assuming you pissed Eddie off somehow." She said, and Richie shrugged.

"Perhaps. Maybe Spaghetti is just a little jealous that I have a boyfriend and he hasn't locked lips with anyone yet." He leaned back.

"Oop- Gotta take this guys!" He got up and looked at his phone and his smile only grew. He went outside and Eddie sighed deeply.

"Yeah, I get that." Ben said. "Watching your crush like someone else feels shitty." He said casually, eating a croissant. Eddie's face heated up.

"I- Huh?! Excuse me, I do not have a crush on that asshole!" He frowned. "Jesus- Why would I?? He always brags about his stupid hookups and makes those stupid your mama jokes! So what if they're funny sometimes?! Doesn't mean I like him! That's just stupid to think! I'm just upset that he won't stop talking about his fucking boyfriend!" He said, and the group blinked.

"Eddie, you just went on a rant about why you don't like him." Stanley said. "You do realize no one does that unless they like the person they're ranting about, right?"

"Shut the fuck up, Uris!" He frowned more. Stanley rolled his eyes. "You're so oblivious." He grumbled.

"Says you! I don't like Richie!" He defended. "Besides, He has a boyfriend, So-"

"Nah, I don't." Richie plopped back in his spot bext to Eddie. "He called to break up." He muttered, softer then usual. Everyone was silent until Bev spoke up again.

"It'll get better, Rich. You'll find someone else-"

"I know, Bev." He spat sharply, getting up. "Because I always find someone else." He grumbled. "I'm going. I'll see you losers later." He turned and stomped off without another word.

"W-Wow, That was w-w-weird. Even for R-Richie." Bill muttered, And Stanley nodded.

"Eddie, You know why he's acting like that?" He asked.

"What?! Why would I know??" He frowned.

"Well, Didn't you walk here with him?" Bev said.

"And didn't you stay over at his house last night?" Stanley added.

"Y-Yeah, You guys practically live t-together." Bill added.

"You act like you're dating-" Ben started, But Eddie cut him off.

"Okay, OKAY! I get it. I'll go talk to him." He got up. "Fuck you all, by the way." He grumbled, walking out. He saw Richie up ahead, kicking a can. 'Guess he just wanted to take a walk.' He thought.

"Hey, Richie!" He ran to catch up with him. Richie practically stopped in his tracks and turned on his heels to face him.

"Eds? What's up?" He tilted his head slightly in confusion.

"What the fuck, man? Why'd you snap at Bev like that?" He looked at him and Richie could see genuine concern in his eyes.

"Oh, that, yeah, I-I just, uh," He stuttered, and cursed at himself for doing so.

"Calm down. You sound like Bill." He crossed his arms. "Rake deeo breaths and explain." He said, and Richie did just that.

"I'm tired, man." He muttered. "I keep getting someone, and everytime I do it just ends up in breakup a week later. I just want someone I can love and who loves me back..." He looked down. At this, Eddie's chest tightened.

"Rich..." He stepped closer and put his hand on his cheek. "Y-Yeah, I get that..." He muttered. "But, I know one day you will find someone who likes you back." He looked at him. Richie looked back and they both stared into eachothers eyes. They stood for a second, their faces getting redder.

"Eds-"

Before he could finish their lips were locked. Richie's face got redder and he slowly kissed back, enjoying the feeling.

Then, Eddie pulled back. "...Oh- Oh my god- Wait I'm so sorry I didn't- That wasn't-"

"Eds...?" Richie looked at him.

"Y-Yeah...?" He looked back at him, blushing more.

"Shut up and kiss me again." He smiled. Eddie smiled back and the two engaged in a makeout session right there on the side walk, and honestly, who was gonna say anything? It's young love.

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#Reddie #Richie Tozier #Eddie Kasprak #Fanfic #IT #it chapter 2 #it chapter one #Reddie Fanfic #Trashmouth #Kasprak #Spaghetti head #Eddie Spaghetti

[kingsdominionalumni]

The Princess and the Rat (part one)

Deadly Class fanfic, fluff, kind of angsty,  Reader x Billy Bennett

Warnings: mentions of abuse, prostitution, murder, blood, swearing

You’re new at kings, but not new to  the whole killing thing. Your parents sold you to a pimp who used you to kill “customers”. Master Lin found out about you, how young you are. Only fifteen and has a higher body count then most his other students.The only person you trust, the man Master Lin sent to find you, punk, green mohawk wearing Billy Bennett.

(First fic so this is probably going to be bad 😂🤷🏼‍♀️ Also the name probably doesn’t fit the story, but when I thought of it I loved it lol )

Word Count: 2023

Nobody. I know nobody. I have to get through my life day by day. I wish I had a normal life. When I was little I watched all these sitcoms about happy families sitting around the dinner table just talking about their day. The last time my family sat around the dinner table, halfway through dinner a man came into the house. I had no idea who he was. He gave my dad some money then my dad pointed at me. Tears streamed down my ten year old face as I yelled “Daddy! Daddy! Stop them!” my dad just turned away. A coward too weak to even watch what he had just done. The man slapped me in the face. Told me that was not my daddy anymore. Told me that Vinny was my daddy and not to call him Vinny either or I’d get hit like that again. Vinny told me I was special, that because of my age I didn’t have to do the same as the other girls. That he had a job just for me. He handed me my first knife and told me that everytime he needed me to I had to come with him to meetings. Because I was so young the men didn’t think I was going to kill them, Vinny said “Go give your uncle a hug” and when he said that it meant “Go hug that man and shove the knife into the back of his skull”. This went on for five years until now. Last week was my fifteenth birthday and Vinny called me up and told me that I was moving up. I was too old to fool the men and I had to sell myself for him. I didn’t mind doing the killing for him when I was little because at least then the men didn’t touch me, but now I’m done. It’s getting harder to hide. I’ve had seven customers this week and I did what I knew how. I took the money for Vinny, but after that I gave them my “hug of death” as Vinny called it. He doesn’t want me killing these men, I know that, but I can’t have them touching me, I can’t do this anymore. I have one last customer tonight, but after him, I’m out. I'm going for the big fish. Vinny. I will die doing that I know, if not by Vinny then by a goon after I finished him, but it would be worth it to kill that piece of shit. I have one last customer, a man they call Lin. After I’m done with him I go after Vinny.

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“So, I can’t hangout tonight. Sorry dude, but master Lin has me on some mission to get this new student. She’s got some rep. She’s only fifteen, but has probably killed more than all of us combined.” said Billy to Marcus as they smoke their cigarettes up in the graveyard.

“Doubt it.” Saya said from behind him.

“Holy shit! Dude when did she get here!” This made Marcus laugh. Billy was always over the top, but in a good crazy way. “Well anyway miss perfect, I meant all us rats,” he motioned to Marcus, Petra, Lex, and of course himself  “We weren’t born into this shit. Anyway, this chick is posing as a prostitute and taking money from men and instead of doing… you know… she kills them. Lin said that she’s only been doing that shit for a week though. That before she was just killing them. No prostitution. She posed as a sweet young girl instead, but apparently she’s not a sweet young girl anymore…” Billy went on

Marcus interrupted  “Well it sounds like she really wasn’t that sweet. She also sounds like someone who could fuck you up, no offense Billy, not saying a fifteen year old girl could fuck  you up, but if she’s been doing this her whole life… it sounds like she can fuck you up.”

“Well she was told that Lin was her client and that he was old and shit, so when she opens the door and sees that it’s me instead, I think it’ll throw her off.”

“Wait so you’re getting a prostitute?” Petra asked, seeming all of a sudden interested in the conversation she was trying to ignore

“Oooh, is that jealousy I sense in the air?” Lex piped in

“Fuck off Lex, I’m just saying what if she has STDs or something…”

“Well, I’m trying to get her here so I won’t actually be sleeping with her, and if you actually listened to what I said about her before you would’ve heard the part about how she kills people before they even get the chance to sleep with her, so I’m pretty sure she’s STD free…” Billy realises it’s getting late “hey any of you know what time it is?”

“Six forty five” Marcus said

“Shit I gotta go.”

And with that Billy ran down the stairs, to the closest exit of the school and started down the road to the Coastline Motel

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You sat on the bed of probably the grossest motel room you’ve ever seen.

“Glad this shit is done after tonight” you thought

There was a knock at the door. You go to the door expecting a old man, but when you open it you see a cute guy who seems around your age… You haven’t had to communicate with someone that young in a long time, you actually got a little bit nervous. This wasn’t who was supposed to be here. You’re honestly not sure if you can even kill this guy.

“Lin?” you say

“Haha okay well about that, umm well can I come in?” The guy asked you

You hesitated. This isn’t who you expected and you nothing about this guy, but for some reason you trust him… You have this feeling that he is someone you should know, and if you’re wrong and he kills you, well whatever. You step to the side opening up the door and letting this boy in. You shut the door after him.You notice him looking around.

“I don’t live here, my da-  boss is the one who sets up the rooms.” you blurt

Thoughts rush through your mind “Why did I say that! He doesn’t care. God dammit.” you think

“Hey it’s not that bad right? There’s a bed at least, some people don’t even have one of those” He says

“Well I didn’t think about it that way…. Ummm so since you’re not Lin… who are you?”

“Oh right sorry! I’m Billy, Billy Bennett.”

He reached out his hand for a hand shake. You’re hand feels connected to his before you even reach out, you start to reach for his hand, you pull away a little then finally you shake his hand. Why is this such a big deal to you? People shake hands every fucking day, but there’s something about him…

“Hello?”

You were staring off into some other world. How long have you been staring at his hand? Does he think I’m weird? Y/N what the fuck is wrong with you? You kill people, but this fucking guy is throwing you off! Get in the fucking game!

“Oh right umm sorry right, I’m Y/N”

“Wow that’s a pretty name”

“I mean I guess. It’s just my name… I don’t even know if it has any meaning to it.”

Stupid bitch! Why did you say that! You just made yourself so vulnerable

You continue before he can respond to that

“Well what the hell are you doing here? Why did you use a fake name? Are you here for… you know. Because I’m not going to just sit here and talk. I have other stuff… to do you know…”

“Oh right like murdering people”

“What the fuck did you just say”

You freak the fuck out. You grab him and push him up against the wall your arm on his neck basically strangling him.

How does this man know about that? Is this some kind of joke to him? Is he here for revenge? DId he know someone that  I…

“Woah okay okay, I didn’t mean it as a bad thing, calm down okay. I’m here to recruit you for this place where you’ll like fit in and shit, well maybe not fit in with everyone since you’re not a legacy, but since you are pretty badass..”

“What the fuck are you saying?”

“I go to a school that trains people to be assassins and the headmaster dude sent me to get you because he heard about you and thinks you belong at this school.”

“How am I supposed to believe you?”

“Let me go, trust me, you need to actually trust me. I’ll bring you there okay? Okay?”

You start backing off, still not fulling trusting him, but for some reason you feel like he’s telling the truth with no evidence…

He smiles “Good okay, you trust me. Well we can go to Kings and I can show you around and you can meet Master Lin, that’s where the name came from, he set this up, but thought it probably would be better coming from someone my age”

“Well if I’m honest, I haven’t really talked to anyone my age in a few years, nothing for real. Not a really conversation. The men who come in here they are fucked in the head old guys who think they can touch me. I haven’t even had my first kiss, but because of this shit I feel like a piece of shit. I’m nothing. I can’t go with you. This place you talk about sounds great for some people, but I can’t be there, I’ll probably be dead tomorrow and I’m okay with that. Go back to your Master and tell him that I’m not interested.”

You turn away from him. Not sure if you can trust this guy, once you have your back turned he could try and kill you, but after this it doesn’t matter. Everything is done tomorrow with Vinny. You need to kill him. You walk over to the bed and sit down. For some reason Billy follows suit and sits next to you. You look forward, staring at the wall not in the moment, but you can feel the man next to you looking at you. Why does he care this much? You turn to where you’re facing him. He has these beautiful blue eyes, they’re almost grey, but you can just tell that the shade of blue depends on his feelings. People with eyes that changed color like that always intrigued you. Do they know their eyes do that or is it just something that happens for the amusement of the outside world? Does he realize that his eyes look like that? Subconsciously you put your hand on his cheek. This makes him smile. Once you snap back into reality you pull away.

“I have unfinished business. I can’t go to your school until I finish that.” You finally say

“Well maybe we can help. What’s the business?”

“I need to kill someone, but if I kill him his people will probably kill me…”

“Is he a like the leader of a gang or something? Why does he have people?”

“Well he is a pimp. Pimp’s tend to have followers. His name is Vinny. My dad sold me to him when I was ten. He is the reason I’m in this situation. He is why your master is even interested in me. I need him to be dead. I don’t want anymore girls like me. He needs to be gone.”

“I didn’t know.. I’m sorry.”

“Why would you know? I literally just met you. I don’t even know why I’m saying all this shit to you…”

“Well I’ll help you. I totally understand shit dads. I had to kill mine because I wanted to protect my mom and little brother. Pieces of shit need to be killed. If my dad wasn’t a piece of shit I wouldn’t be at Kings either. I understand, so I’ll help you.”

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Thanks for reading even if it was shitty lol. Part two will probably be out tomorrow as long as I have time to type it. I have school vacation until wednesday so I’ll write the whole time… also I’m going to keep posting parts even if people don’t really like it because I like it 😊

#deadly class #billy bennett #deadly class fanfiction #reader x billy bennett

[vamprnce]

Kiss and Fuck Up

When a party at the Purgatory gets too wild, Boss makes a bold move that surprises everyone, especially Johnny.

Bossgat // takes place post-sr2, drunk idiots being idiots lmao (ao3)

The Purgatory's loud and pulsing tonight. It wasn't a planned thing, party's spring up randomly all the time down here. It's been more frequent since the Saints were finally raising up to the top, everyone wanted to be around the Saints, around the Boss. Especially the Boss. It looked more like the Boss was a rockstar more than a gang leader with all these people acting like groupie's towards him. Johnny just watched as everyone grouped up near Chris by the couches, trying to get his attention all at once. It's not like he didn't like the attention he's been getting, he's always been charismatic and charming. It's something Johnny liked about him. Boss wasn't much of a big partyer back then, he was much more secluded and kept to himself. Lately he's been getting into much more parties, invited by people he's never even met or talked to, only invited for his title for being the leader of the Saints. He even got more into drinking and into drugs, it was hard to keep tabs on him at all times but you'll usually find him absolutely plastered or drugged out of his mind during a party, possibly both.

Which he basically is right now. Chris already kicked back so many drinks that he even lost count. Shaundi slipped him something curious earlier, too. Ever since, he's been acting the way he usually does under the influence, loud and obnoxious but also flirty and touchy. And flirty and touchy he was, he had one girl he's been seeing for a few months on his lap, a hand on her thigh looking hot and heavy even though the other people are standing by. Johnny didn't catch her name he vaguely remembers it, she's from the University he guesses. Chris got into shit over there and came back with her, leading into bedroom of the Purgatory one night. She wasn't different from the other flings he had before, but he seen something in her, they have been together for more than awhile now. It wasn't that serious though. The crowd by them started to move along after they were going at it, wanting to give them space. Shaundi finally found her way towards Johnny, who is still standing off the side of the party looking over towards Boss.

"You're staring" Shaundi says grinning also more loudly because of the music. "What?" that startled Johnny, he tried not to blush with embarrassment getting caught suddenly. I guess he was staring, he really didn't mean to. Shaundi laughs, "Look why don't you loosen up a little, go have some fun for christ sake. Or, y'know, go and talk to Boss, you look like you really want to with how much you're staring at him over here." Shaundi hinted at something but Johnny really didn't know what, he looked at her confused. He got a weird feeling everytime he looked over at Chris and his girlfriend, if you want to even label it that. It's like chest hurts when he looks at him, his stomach feels  weird when he smiles and laughs. It's a feeling he can't put a finger on, he frowned in response to it. He did want to talk to Boss, but the person sitting on his lap giving him sloppy drunk kisses seemed to be in the way. He wasn't about to just step in their moment and interrupt it like that. Man he wanted to be by Boss right now, though.

His luck seemed to change as he see's the girl climb off him finally, giving him a long hard kiss standing up. "Leaving so soon, babe?" Chris smiled up at the woman, holding her hand. "Yeah, I want to stay late but I got classes and all of this dumb shit at school" she just huffs, but then smiles back down at him "I'll call you though, okay baby?" The woman started staggering off out of the Purgatory, she's probably way too drunk to drive but that was the least of Johnny's worries. Chris is still sitting at the couches drinking alone now, it was the perfect time for Johnny to come over. He starts walking over and sits nexts to him, "Yo, Boss" Johnny says smiling. Chris didn't notice his presence at first but looked over hearing his voice, he stopped drinking and smiled large and bright. "Hey Johnny! Where the fuck were you man, I haven't seen you in awhile I thought you got abducted or some shit!" he said loudly but laughing. God he was so loud when he's wasted, even sitting so close to him. Johnny chuckled, "I was around, you havin' fun?" Chris' face was so flushed and he had the biggest smile, "I am now that you're here."

Johnny must've heard him wrong with all the loud noises and music. A blush crept up on his face at that though. He didn't notice at first, but Boss got much closer to him. He must've got hit over the head and is hallucinating but the way Boss is staring him deep in the eyes and kept getting closer has his breath caught in his throat. Boss slid his hand on his thigh and his face was so close to his, he can smell the alcohol on his breath. He can't believe this is happening, but he doesn't want to move or it might break this wonderful spell. Their faces kept inching closer, both flushed. Before you knew it Boss' lips were on Johnny's, it felt like the whole world stopped. Johnny didn't pull away, he leaned into the kiss. Chris' arms are already around Johnny's neck and he's kissing him hard in the middle of the party. The energy between them is electric, Johnny wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him closer while Boss was already roughly slipping his tongue in his mouth. This was so sudden and by surprise, Johnny was so caught up into the kiss that he didn't realise everyone stopped and started to look over directly at them. Pierce and Shaundi looked in awe.

He's kissing Boss, Boss is kissing him in front of everyone. Boss has his eyes closed, not even caring about a single thing at the moment. He's wrapped around Johnny, hand in his hair, other on his cheek and kissing him hard. Johnny held him close, just enjoying this rare moment. He can taste the alcohol on his tongue, his kissing was rough and sloppy from being intoxicated but it was so sweet and amazing. As quick as it started it was quick to end, Boss pulled back panting, face so pink. He nipped his bottom lip before separating, Johnny's face was fully red and he just stared at Boss speechless. "You're such a great kisser, babe" Boss just giggled in his face not even phased on what he just did, not even that the whole room was staring right at him. How did he not realise he just made out with his best friend, his second in command? Johnny's heart was beating so fast he didn't even know what to do.

Chris was still acting playful and flirty, putting his hands all over on Johnny's face. "I gotta... I gotta go to sleep now, okay? I love you, you're my best friend, I'll call you tomorrow." Chris slurred and babbled nonsense, getting up and already making his way to the bedroom, everything was blank after that.

The next day he woke up face down on the floor, head throbbing from the hangover. The whole damn room spinned as he tried to move. He managed to roll over on his back, rubbing his face with his hands letting out a groan. Maybe that'll be the remedy and it'll get rid of this terrible headache. Sadly it isn't. He slowly sat up, vision finally stopped spinning. He looked around realising he passed out way in the back rooms of the Purgatory, he didn't even make it to the bedroom. How the fuck did he even get back here, he doesn't even remember last night either. He remembers that Brittany came by, but then she left he thinks but everything was blank after. God he hopes he didn't commit a crime, he would like to remember if he did, it's not so fun being blackout drunk while doing it. He gave up trying to think about last night, making his head hurt worse. "Fucking shit." He says to himself. He put his head in his hands, maybe sleeping the rest of the day didn't seem like a bad idea right now.

Until Shaundi strode over by him, "Hey sleepy head, finally found ya. Fun party last night, huh?" she says, trying her hardest not to laugh. "Jeez, not so fuckin' loud alright? And yeah I guess, I don't really remember most of it. I don't even know how I ended up back here." Shaundi stood there smiling at Boss that was still sitting on the floor, "Well, everyone had a great time, probably the best party you ever threw."

He looked up at her and furrowed his brows at the tone she was suggesting. "What the fuck do you mean by that?" Shaundi was chuckling pulling out her phone, holding it out to show him the image on the screen. Chris squinted at first looking at the screen then face going pale. He quickly stood up taking the phone out of her hand, "What is this, where the fuck did you get this?!" he yelled. "You really don't remember last night then--" Chris cuts her off, "Shaundi you better tell me what this is in the next three seconds or I swear to God." his voice was so angry. Shaundi stopped smiling and giggling, stuttering on her words trying explain. "O-okay, last night after Brittany left Johnny came over to sit with you, next thing I know I see you shoving your tongue down his throat." Chris just groans loudly, covering his face in his hands again. "Look, I didn't take the picture! It was--" Chris started walking away as Shaundi tried to continue to explain, ignoring what she has to say. He felt his headache increase and just the anger boiling.

This was great, he kissed his fucking best friend in front of everyone. He stood in front of the bedroom door, hands balled in fists. He can't believe he did that, Johnny must fucking hate him now. Why wouldn't he, he's probably not even into guys, and he made out with him still. How could he do that? He put his head against the door, repeating that question over and over in his head. He felt so guilty and angry at himself. Does this kiss mean he like Johnny? It was just a kiss, it meant nothing, it's just a kiss. But what if it did mean something, Johnny was kissing him back in the picture. Does he actually like him? What does this even mean? Chris hit the door in frustration with all these feeling's and emotion's suddenly bubbling up at once. He stood there in the hall, just furious.

Johnny came through the elevator doors, seeing him standing there. He tried to act cool like nothing happened when he approached him. He still felt the butterflies in his stomach when he looks at him, but he ignored that. "Hey, Boss, you up for a drive and bust some heads?" He smirks at him, that mischievous smirk Chris always liked. Chris just looked up at him, he was confused that he was actually talking to him after last night. Maybe it's better not to bring it up, like he thought it was just a kiss, it didn't mean anything. Johnny couldn't feel that way towards him.

Ignoring these confusing feelings Chris matched his smirk, fist bumping him, "Fuck yeah, I had to hit up Friendly Fire anyways"

#mine #saints row #sr2 #bossgat #gatboss #johnny gat #christian alvarez #these poor idiots dont know how each other feels :')) #someone help them shdndhnf #sp tag #fic #otp: disaster bisexuals

[microsoftedgy69]

Day 3

// sorry this is like 1.7k and ends with a tearjerker. but yay, it’s over! happy new year everyone

Dirk really does look ridiculous in your winter gear. It’s too big on him -- not dramatically, but just enough to be noticeable, especially the dark red padded jacket. He’s quiet, but so are you, watching the sun go down behind the mountains. It’s painting the snow a soft orange, making it look warmer than it actually is. There are no tracks here, no skiers, just you and him and the trees.

You were hesitant about it, bringing him here. It’s pretty, and new to him, and you didn’t want to rub it in. You didn’t want to rub in what you have more than your general living situation already did on its own. Dirk has been missing out on some really good stuff, and he will go back to missing out on it soon, and you didn’t want to make it even harder on him.

But you asked, carefully, if he wanted to go out with you, and he said yes. It’s been quiet, between you, ever since yesterday. A good kind of quiet, where there is a mutual sort of understanding between you, knowing that neither of you wants conflict. You’ve talked about some important things in the past days, and you’re glad it’s out, but the prospect of him disappearing soon has you mulling things over again. You don’t feel quite as tired as you have been -- all of this is still incredibly exhausting, but now that it’s ending soon and you actually have an outlook towards a nice, calm, and Dirk-less New Year’s eve, you at least feel like you’re functioning again.

“The air out here is real nice,” Dirk says. You nod.

“I know.”

“What do you mean you know?” Dirk’s scoff sounds amused, and that’s a vast improvement. “You don’t breathe.”

“I can still sense what the air is like, you shithead,” you say, perfectly calm. Yeah. This is working out nice.

“Fine,” Dirk says.

You look up at the orange sky and say, “I’m sorry.”

“Huh?”

“I used to apologize a lot, for everything,” you tell the sky. “I spent the past year trying to work through that. Only apologize for things that are actually my fault, only feel bad for things I actually had control over. So I’m not sorry for defending myself when my life was on the line. I’m not sorry for what I did.”

Dirk lowers his head, then raises it again, a slow nod, a Go on.

“But I do feel sorry for what went down,” you say. “The whole of it. I’m sorry you died. I didn’t mean for that to happen. I already told you that, but I mean it. It was an accident, and I’m sorry it happened. If I could have just knocked you out, I would have done that. If I could have stopped Crocker’s attack in time, I would have done that. But I couldn’t, and I’m sorry for that.”

“You did what you had t--” Dirk starts saying, and it puts a rush of something good through you, but you don’t let him finish.

You say, “I’m not done. I’m sorry you died. We were kids, and you went way too early. I’m sorry you never got to leave the stupid old apartment, not in the way you wanted, and I’m sorry you never got to meet Dave and Rose. I’m sorry dream bubbles suck. None of this is my fault, but I need you to know that I’m still sorry. In the-- in the way that people say they’re sorry for your loss. I’m sorry for everything that was taken from you, because you didn’t deserve that. You should have had it so much better, and I’m sorry that I did, and you didn’t.”

The air is cool on your skin. You gave Dirk your snow pants, so your jeans are cold and soaking now, but it’s fine. It’s good. You can feel your own body, and you need that.

Dirk stays quiet for several seconds, like he’s waiting for you to say something else, like you did just now. You don’t. Your steps crunch in the snow, and you listen to Dirk breathe in and out deeply.

“You were right,” he says. You have half a mind to throw him a comically shocked look, but maybe it’s not the time for theatrics. “About what you said, the day before yesterday, in your living room. I would have done the same in your situation, and we know, because you’re me. You were right about that. I can’t…” When you look at him, he squints his eyes against the sun, face twisting like he has to force the words out of himself. You relate. It’s alright. “I can’t hold this against you. I tried to. I wanted to. Fuck, Alan, I fucking died, and I just want someone to blame. But it’s not you.”

He ducks his head down, to study the snow. You look away again, and watch a bird flutter out of a tree nearby.

“All we ever did in that apartment,” Dirk says, “was try to survive. You did that. I would’ve done the same thing. It’s okay.”

You have no lungs, so you don’t breathe, but you feel like exhaling, so you pull some air in through your nose and push it back out through your mouth. “Air’s good,” you say quietly. Dirk snorts.

He says, “I’m gonna go ahead and blame Fishsticks instead, if that’s alright with you.”

“Oh, yeah,” you say. “You can blame her. Blame her real hard. Knock yourself out, chief.”

“Sucks that Dave just gave up,” Dirk says. His voice is mostly level, but you’ve been him long enough to detect the slight waver. “I mean I get being depressed out of your mind, but man, giving her hell is kinda important, isn’t it? And now nobody’s doing that anymore. She’s just out there.”

You can feel him look at you, and you understand what he’s saying immediately. You don’t return the gaze. You look at the sky and think about how worried some people in your life got when you only did the bare minimum to help someone in another timeline piss off their Condesce. Then you think about how you went and did it anyway, and how right it felt.

“Yeah,” you say, dragging out the syllable. “Guess somebody should do somethin’ about that.”

“RoLal would probably be on board,” Dirk says. You smile, and say nothing. Maybe he talked to her about it, but you still don’t exactly want to know. It’s been a tough pill to swallow, the way he went and reconnected with his friends, the way the rapbots jammed with him. You don’t want to imagine the sort of conversation he and Roxy had, when everytime you and her talk it still feels sad and stiff from beginning to end. You don’t want to put yourself through this right now. You already know it’ll haunt you enough in the coming days.

Next to you, Dirk pulls his phone out of his pocket (ghost phone, you think) and checks the display before pushing it back in.

“‘s almost time,” he says.

You hum. In a way, you’re glad that he’s just going to stop existing with no warning. That means you won’t do any awkward goodbye hugs and waving and walking away. You’re bad at saying goodbye to people. You’ve learned that about yourself.

Still stomping through the snow, you pass the tree you saw the bird fly out of earlier. You reach into an inside pocket of your jacket, and pull out a pair of Kamina shades. Just last month, you threw a pair of those into the ocean for him, saying that they’ll find him. This is a little less poetic, but you guess it still works.

“Here,” you say, and hold them out to him. “I have no idea if this is gonna work and they’ll go back into the afterlife with you, but I figured it’d be worth a shot.”

He looks at you, then at them, before taking them into his hands and immediately shoving them onto his face, like he was somehow starving for them. You do him the favor of not laughing at him, but you do smile a little when he makes a satisfied noise.

“They’re not computerized,” you say. “But you know how to do that yourself if you ever wanna.”

“Yeah,” Dirk says. He turns his head, and you look back at him this time. It’s easier, with the shades, even if a bit trippy, for you, who used to be them. Then again, you used to be him, too. “Thanks.”

“Sure,” you say.

You walk in silence for a few more steps. Then, with a strange pop, the air to your left fills up the hole Dirk leaves when he disappears. You continue walking.

You return to your boat twenty minutes later. You peel yourself out of your cold wet jeans, and hang them up to dry. You put on a new pair, and stand in front of your closet. You say, out loud, “Motherfucker stole my goddamn snow gear.”

It’s funny, so you try to laugh. You don’t. You go into the living room, and sit down on the floor. Turing pads out of the bedroom and bumps his head into your knee, and you reach out to pet him, but your chest makes a loud noise like a CD drive trying to play a BluRay, and he flinches back.

You drop your hand on your lap, and you close your eyes. The place is dead silent. One more time, the absence of Dirk in your household leaves a gap so glaring it seems almost palpable.

Your chest makes that noise again, and this time, it hurts. You open Discord, and message Alma. You text him, “He’s gone,” and then you add, “Please.”

You put your head in your hands, and you wait for Alma and Palooka to get here. Alma promised hugs. You feel small, and alone, and five years old. And you need them.

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Moving On (Drake × MC)

Just a little thing I thought of. Hope you guys like it and it may be a little sad so...prepare.

Plot: As always, it's a surprise. Just read it and you'll know ;)

Word Count: I don't count so...its pretty long though? I guess? Maybe? I get carried away.

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Enjoy lovely people

Drake takes yet another sip of his whiskey as he sits in the barely lit dining room. The house is quiet. Too quiet. It seems like it's always that way, the old manor creaking every few minutes as the only noise this late at night when other, far more delightful, noises once filled the place.

But Drake can't think too much about it, he knows that. It would open a floodgate that he wasn't sure he'd be able to close again on his own. At least not without the help of his closest friend.

Drake looks down at his "friend", the oaky smell wafting up to his nose a welcomed comfort, before drinking the last little bit. His hand automatically reaches for the bottle that isn't ever too far away, but he stops.

His hand is frozen, hanging in limbo, as Drake tries to talk himself out of pouring more. He's already had three or four glasses, or was it five? Drake couldn't remember and he took that as a sign it was time to slow down or, better yet, stop all together for the night.

Sighing, he pulls his hand away from the whiskey bottle and looks forlornly at the empty glass in front of him. God, does he want another one. He needs it, needs it to forget, to get out of his own head and try not to sink into the bottomless pit he was always toeing.

Without his "friend" numbing his thoughts and his emotions, it doesn't take long for everything he worked tirelessly to keep away to come crashing in, taking his breath away as he scrambles to shut it all back up again. But he can't, as much as he wants to, he also doesn't want to.

It's like a punishment, a tortuous reminder of what he's lost. He feels like he deserves it, the pain and sorrow, the beating his mind and heart takes, the aching feeling that sets roots in his stomach and squeezes until he wants to throw up. Maybe it's the universe taking what it should have all those years ago, maybe it's Drake's guilt that cripples him, he isn't sure.

In an instant, flashes of a memory flicker in his head before he can gain the control he tries so hard to have and that he desperately needs.

The wind flows through her hair, a wide smile is on her face and her laughter is a beautiful melody. She looks so beautiful, but doesn't she always? He can't stop looking at her, he doesn't want to.

But suddenly, there's a scream, and her face morphs into one of fear and he wants to make it go away. Why's it there? She's yelling at him, what is she saying? She's pointing behind him, out of the driver's side window. He turns to look, bright lights nearly blinding him and then nothing, no sound, no light. Just darkness.

When he wakes, his eyes immediately search for her and when he finds her, he can't stop the gutwrenching scream that surges through him. No, God, no. Please, please, no. He looks down her body, maybe he can see something, a movement. Please let them be okay, please...

Drake slams a fist onto the table, the pain pulling him back to the here and now. He feels the tears pooling in his eyes and he puts the palm of his hands against them, rubbing them to force the tears back. After a moment, he reaches for the bottle of whiskey, pours himself another glass, and takes a big gulp before he realizes what he's doing.

He groans as the liquid burns his throat and he tries to keep the memory of that night from replaying over and over. He stands and begins pacing around the room, hoping to keep it out of his mind, but it's no use.

Everytime he blinks, he can see her face, bloody and bruised, and her body slumped over, looking so lifeless. He remembers how helpless he felt, how scared, how in pain he was. He couldn't move, he couldn't get her out. He couldn't do anything but wait for someone to come help them. It was all his fault and if he hadn't been so stupid, so weak then maybe-

He throws the half filled glass of whiskey across the room, watching it shatter against the wall. Disgusted with himself, he sinks into a chair, trying to calm down. His breathing is heavy and he just wants it to stop. He wants everything to stop, for the hurt and guilt and sadness to go away. He can't do this anymore. He can't-

"Daddy?" a tired voice calls out behind him and he turns to face the doorway.

He clears his throat, "Hey, baby. What are you doing up?"

She yawns and walks over to him, climbing into his lap. "I had a scary dream and I went to your room, but you weren't there," she tells him and he kisses the top of her head, wondering if she can smell the whiskey as strongly as he can. Not that she'd know anyway.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there, sweetheart. Are you okay? Do you want to talk about your dream?" he asks and she shakes her head.

"Alright, well, do you want to try to go back to sleep? I can go with you and stay for a while. I'll even read a story if it'll make you feel better," he offers.

"Can we look in the book?" she asks, staring up at him with eyes so much like her mother's. And just like with her mother, he can't tell her no when she's looking up at him that way. So he doesn't, as much as he wants to.

Unable to talk through the lump in his throat, he stands, lifting his daughter in his arms, and heads to her bedroom.

When they reach it, he takes her to her bed and lays her down, gently smoothing down her hair before he moves away and to a bookshelf.

He pulls out a scrapbook, one Hana and Maxwell had put together for her when she was first born. At the time, Drake had, unfairly, been mad at them. All he'd wanted to do was ignore everything and pretend like there was nothing wrong or missing in their lives. Now, he was glad, because of what it meant for his little girl. Just because he didn't want to remember, didn't mean she didn't have a right to know.

He walks back to her and she scoots over, closer to the wall, to make room for him on her bed. He sits down, back against the headboard, and legs stretched out. His daughter cuddles against him and he wraps an arm around her, balancing the book on his thighs and opening the glittery cover with his other hand.

His daughter points at a picture on the first page, "Tell me about that one, daddy." Drake nods and describes the day they took the picture.

It'd been a particularly cold day and, on his wife's whim, they'd gone in search of a hidden hot spring in the next town over. Drake had told her it was too cold and she'd be complaining before they even made it there, but she'd only slapped his arm and told him to stop being such a "Debby Downer", that even if she did get cold, the hot spring would warm her up. So they went, and Drake had been right. She complained the whole time and it'd been a frustrating day. While fighting, they'd gotten lost during the hike. They were angry with each other and getting colder by the minute, trying to find their way to some sort of civilization when, by sheer luck, they happened upon the very place they'd been looking for.

Sinking into the hot, steaming water helped clear their heads and they ended up laughing about how they'd both acted. Before they left, they took a picture to remember the day in all its less than pretty glory.

"Was mommy stubborn as a mule like me?" his daughter asks.

Drake looks at her, "Who told you that you were as stubborn as a mule?"

"Uncle Bertrand said I was when I told him any fork could actually be used for salad. He said it wasn't proper to use any old fork and then I said that we use any fork we want here and they work fine. That's when he told me I was as stubborn as a mule and let me use whatever fork I wanted," she answered with a bragging sort of tone, a twinkle in her eyes, and Drake can't help but chuckle.

"How could he not when you had such a strong argument?" he jokes and his daughter smiles, broadly. "But, to answer your question: Yes. Your mommy was as stubborn as could be."

She makes a "hmm" sound before reaching over and turning the page of the scrapbook.

"What's that from?" she asks, pointing out another picture.

"Our first anniversary. We had a party with all of our friends and, because of some American tradition, we had to eat a slice of our wedding cake we'd been saving. Your mom thought it would be hilarious to shove it in my face. I think Maxwell encouraged her? Anyway, I was trying to get her back and he snapped this," he explains, running a thumb over his wife's laughing face.

His daughter flips several pages, pausing briefly to look at the pictures on some of them, before stopping on the one she wants.

"What about that one?" she asks.

"That was the day we found out about you," he tells her and she looks up at him.

"Were you happy about me?"

He stares down at her in shock, "Of course we were! I was scared to death of being a dad, but not for one second was I unhappy. And your mom...she was thrilled and ready from the start."

She looks back down and studies the picture some more, before flipping to the next page, the one Drake dreaded, the one that made his heart heavy every time he saw it.

"Can you read it, daddy?" his daughter asks, soft voice in an almost whisper.

He clears his throat as he slips the paper out of its sleeve, handing it to his daughter to hold. He then closes the book and sets it on her bedside table before grabbing the paper back. His daughter settles more against him, laying her head on his stomach and wrapping an arm around him as best as she can.

"Dear Drake,

It's currently 3 in the morning and you are snoring in the bed just a few feet from me. Your mouth is hanging open and you look so peaceful. It's cute.

Yeah, yeah, I know. You're not cute, but to me you are so get over it.

Anyway, I told you I was going to write this letter as a just in case kind of thing. I know you think it's silly or unnecessary but, I think it needs to be done. I know better than most how fleeting life is and that any day could be the last. I want you to have something from me, a last goodbye, if life pulls me from you too soon. From both of you.

Oh, she just kicked, Drake! That's still such a wierd feeling. I think she's reminding me she's there, as if I could ever forget. She made me throw up enough times that it'd be impossible to do that. I can't wait to meet her and see you with her. I know you'll make a great dad, Drake, even if you think you won't. Like I've said, this'll be new for both of us, but together, I think we can do this thing.

Sorry! Getting off track. She has a tendency to do that to me. Guess I should get used to it, huh?

If you're reading this, Drake, it means that I'm gone. I don't know when you'll get this or if you even do at all, but if you do and it's a time before we're old and gray, I just want to say I'm sorry.

I know, I know. You're probably saying it's not my fault but I'm not saying sorry for what happened to me. I'm saying sorry for leaving you and our little girl alone. I made a promise to you, that it would be you and me forever, and I didn't keep that promise. I'm sorry for that. I'm sorry our daughter won't have a mother and that you'll have to step into that role for her the best you can. I'm sorry that I'm gone.

The past few years with you have been the greatest of my life. I never knew love could feel like this, that I could be so blissfully happy even this far into our marriage. You've made me a better person, a better partner, a better everything. I owe so much of who I am now to you. I've reached whatever peak I can reach because of you and, now that I'm gone, you have to do the same for our baby girl.

I know you'll want to shut down, to forget, to numb yourself, but you can't. She needs you, more than anything, more than I ever did. Be strong, my love, for me, for her, for you. If you love her even half as much as me, which I know you do, you can do this.

Since I know you so well, you're probably thinking "Not without you, Danvers, not by myself" but that's ridiculous. You won't be alone in this, Drake. Our friends would never abandon you or our daughter and, as foreign as this concept is, lean on them. Let them hold you up when you can't stand anymore. Let them help you put the pieces of your life back together and let them love on our baby girl for the rest of her life.

It won't be easy. Sitting here, I'm picturing a life without you and I want to cry my eyes out. I can't imagine if it was a reality, but I know what you'd want me to do. You'd want me to be happy, however I can get it. Thats what I want for you.

I hope you know how much I love you and our little one, even if her foot is jammed into my bladder and I have a disgusting craving for pickled eggs, two things I've never liked. I think she's doing it just to annoy me, like her daddy does.

Do you think she'll look more like you or me? I know you'll say you hope she looks like me, but I want her to have your hair and smile, maybe your chin too. I don't know and it really doesn't matter. I'll love her just the same regardless.

Off track again. I think this falls under pregnancy brain? She's already creating a mess in my life but I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy every minute of it.

She's finally resting now, and I think she's going to let me sleep. I should hurry back to bed before she starts up again and before you notice me gone. Sometimes, when I'm out of bed for too long, you mumble out my name and reach for me, with this little pout when I'm not there. I don't think you know you do it, but it's just another thing that makes you so adorable.

Anyway, the last thing I want to do is thank you. Thank you for giving me a love I never thought I could have. Thank you for giving me our little girl. Thank you for being the best daddy in the world. And thank you for being so much better than you give yourself credit for.

I love you, and our daughter, with everything that I am. Don't ever forget that.

Love,

Wren Danvers-Walker"

Drake finishes reading the letter, taking in a deep breath, before taking a glance at his daughter. She'd fallen asleep sometime while he was reading, an innocent look on her face that was such a contrast to the trouble she'd been all day.

It had been one of those days where he felt like everything he was doing was wrong, that his daughter hated him and that Wren would be so disappointed with the way he was raising her. That's what had led him to drink not long after she'd finally gone to sleep the first time around.

But looking at her now, and having his wife's words fresh in his mind, he feels stronger than he had been earlier. Hell, Wren believed in him even before their child had been born, why couldn't he believe in himself, too?

Of course, it was more than just that. The night she passed was still fresh in his mind, the memory of being so afraid of losing her and the baby making his stomach hurt.

He'd almost lost both of them in the accident. The doctors didn't think Wren's body could hang on long enough to get their daughter out, a month and a half early. But she did. Just enough time to get the baby out and then she was gone. Drake hadn't been there when their little girl was born, when his wife passed. He'd been in surgery at the time, fighting for his own life.

When he woke up, they told him what happened to Wren and he cried and cried. He asked about the baby and they wheeled her in. She was crying, too, as if she knew what they had lost and it hurt her just as much as it hurt him.

He remembers carefully touching her delicate hand and feeling so empty, so lost. He couldn't do it on his own. There was no way.

But he had, not without a few dark times, however. He couldn't stand his friend's pitying looks and the way they whispered to each other when Drake was having a rough day. So, he isolated himself, even from his oldest friend who he hasn't spoken to in over a year, and only associated with his sister and her little family. But, maybe Wren was right. Maybe he should lean on them, at least enough for his daughter to get to know the people her mother was closest to. Maybe then he won't feel so alone anymore.

Looking at the clock on the wall, Drake sees how late it is and decides that opening up and bringing his old friends back into his life could wait until the daylight hours. For now, he lays down as best he can without waking his daughter and closes his eyes.

Tomorrow, it'll be different. Tomorrow, he'll be better. Tomorrow, he will start moving on.

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Christmas Tree | Boyfriend! Ong Seong Woo - Christmas Special 🎄

genre: fluff

member: Ong Seongwoo

requested: no

a/n: it's 12 am KST already so merry christmas everyone! Hope you all have a great time today! 🎄 I'm just starting to recover from the bad news and write again so I'm not sure whether I'll be as active as before but I'll try to update as soon as I can! Request is always open, but I might take a long time to finish them and I might not do it in order, so I hope you understand! Don't worry, I'll try my best to finish all requests unless stated otherwise! And thank you so much for 600+ followers!

summary: you and your boyfriend were decorating a christmas tree together and giving each other a surprise.

"Babe, what do you want for christmas?" you asked Seongwoo as you saw him entering the apartment you two shared.

You'd been living with your boyfriend, Seongwoo, for quite a while now. It'd been over five years since you'd been together and being with him became as natural as breathing. Although you saw each other everyday, you still missed him whenever he left the house. You thought that it would be impossible to fall deeper for him, but you did love him more and more each day.

Seongwoo walked through the doorway and hung his coat at the coat hanger by the entrance before coming to you and giving you a loving peck. You smiled at his sweet gesture; he never failed to make you smile. Sitting down at the dinner table, the two of you were having a meal together, eating the food that you had prepared.

"So, you haven't answered my question," you asked again after taking a bite of your food, knowing that Seongwoo had been distracted with your cooking.

"Ah, christmas present?" Seongwoo frowned and hummed while he was pondering. "Nothing. A dinner with you like this is more than enough. What about you? What do you want for christmas?"

You pouted, not satisfied with his answer. You wanted to make this christmas memorable, because you were worried he would find your relationship boring and monotone, since you basically did the same thing every day and every year. Seongwoo liked to keep everything simple, but still, you wanted to do something fun with him. You wanted to make beautiful memories together, to make something special, so you two would laugh when you thought back about it.

And an idea crossed your mind.

"How about decorating christmas tree?" you asked excitedly. "We've never done that!"

Raising a brow, Seongwoo said, "We can just buy the already decorated one from the store if you want. Decorating a tree sounds tiring."

You felt a slight disappointment at his remark and mumbled, "I just thought that we might be able to have some fun together. But it's fine if you want us to celebrate christmas like usual."

Hiding your disappointed expression, you lowered your gaze and continued eating your dinner. You knew that Seongwoo didn't like doing troublesome things. You had expected him to say no, yet you asked him anyway, in case he changed his mind. But you just hadn't expected his rejection would disappoint you this much.

You lifted your gaze up when you heard Seongwoo put down his chopsticks. He studied your face for a few seconds and sighed.

"Alright. Let's do it," Seongwoo finally said after a minute of silence.

"Do what?" you asked, unsure of what he meant.

"You said you want to decorate christmas tree?" Seongwoo said and smiled warmly, melting your heart. "We can do that. It's better than doing nothing on christmas day anyway, right?"

A smile formed on your face. This was the reason why you loved Seongwoo so much. He totally understood you and put you first before himself. You were really lucky to have a very nice boyfriend like him. Sometimes, you even felt you didn't deserve him because he's too kind for you. But whenever you mentioned that to him, he would get angry and scold you for thinking like that. So you just shook off the thoughts, grateful that you had him by your side.

"I love you so much, Seongwoo!" you exclaimed while giggling, confessing your feelings to him. You just wanted to tease him because he would always be flustered everytime you confessed your love to him out loud and you found him cute.

As expected, Seongwoo laughed sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. "Suddenly?"

You pouted jokingly. "Why? I really do love you and I would say it as many times as I want. I love you. I love you. I love-"

"Alright, alright," Seongwoo cut you off out of embarrassment and muttered, "I love you too." He then said quickly, "Now I think we should finish our dinner and head out to buy the tree and its decorations. It's getting late."

You couldn't help but laugh at your boyfriend's cute reaction at your love confession. He's bad at displaying affection openly, so you took the role of displaying affection instead. Though you might have done it too often only to see his reactions.

Your christmas tree shopping was cut short because Seongwoo wanted to just quickly get it over with. You didn't take long anyway because you only bought plain christmas tree and a few random christmas decoration packs. After shopping for decorating christmas tree, you suggested that both of you bought something for each other for christmas present.

"Didn't I just say that I don't want anything for christmas?" Seongwoo said, clearly disagreeing with your idea.

You gently tugged his arm. "Oh come on, babe. It can be anything. You can just buy some random things in the store and I will still like them."

Being persuaded by you for the second time this day, Seongwoo gave in. "Okay, anything is fine, right?"

You nodded enthusiastically. "Sure! I'll love anything you give me."

The two of you split up to find a christmas present for each other. You couldn't think of anything that he needed at the moment, so you bought a couple of necklaces which each had a half heart pendant. Saving one for yourself, you planned to give the other one to him.

You waited for Seongwoo in front of the christmas tree store, hiding the necklaces inside your coat pocket. Soon after, he came back, seeming like he didn't carry anything. You narrowed your eyes at him suspiciously and he only shrugged in return.

When it was christmas day, the two of you stayed in the living room, unpacking the christmas tree and the decorations. More exactly, you were the only one busy unpacking while Seongwoo was lazing around on the couch, reading some webtoons on his phone.

You sighed and shook your head at your boyfriend. "Seongwoo, I thought we're doing this together."

Seongwoo laughed apologetically and shoved his phone into his pocket. "Sorry. What should I do?"

You pointed at the tree. "You can start with assembling the christmas tree. I will organize the decorations. How big is your present?"

"Why?" Instead of answering, Seongwoo asked you back, failing to understand your intention.

You held up an ornament which looked like a small red gift box and its lid could actually be opened. "I have an idea to make this interesting. So can your present fit in this box? Mine can."

"Mine too," Seongwoo answered, making you even more curious with what he had bought for you.

"Great!" you exclaimed passionately. "You can just put it inside one of the red boxes. I'll put yours in one of the green ones. Then we'll mix them together with the remaining empty boxes. That'll make it a bit more exciting, don't you think?"

Seongwoo laughed, looking at how you got all worked up about the presents. "All of this is new for us. Everything seems exciting. I'm beginning to understand why you want to do it differently."

Relieved that he liked your idea, you grinned widely. "See? I told you it'll be fun!"

You proceeded with putting his necklace inside one of the green boxes and mixed it with the others before hanging them on the tree. Seongwoo did the same and hung the red boxes as well. Then you played rock-paper-scissors with him and you won, so he had to open the present first. But he was so lucky that he found his present on one try. It was no fun since the purpose of the simple game was to build excitement from the fake boxes until you found the real one. So you pouted at him and he only stuck out his tongue playfully in response.

Seongwoo opened the box and looked confused when he saw the necklace. "Why is it half heart?"

You showed him yours, which was hanging around your neck. "Because the other half is here." And you couldn't hold yourself back from teasing him with a wink. "Love you, handsome."

Seongwoo visibly cringed at your words. "Stop it, you dork. Thanks, by the way. It's pretty." He asked you to help him wear the necklace, which you did.

Then it's your turn to open the present. It took you a bit longer since you had to search every red box, muttering why you were so unlucky that you literally had to check each one of them. Seongwoo only laughed at you, watching you from the couch, as you tiptoed to reach the highest box.

It was the last box, so you were sure it was the present. But you didn't expect to find a ring with a post-it note on it when you opened the box. You instantly cried after reading the note.

Hey beautiful, will you marry me?

Seongwoo smiled and approached you after seeing you crying. He took the ring from your hand and kneeled, though he looked like he tried so hard not to avoid your eyes. Clearing his throat, he said, "I know I might not be the best for you, but I love you so much and I want you by my side for the rest of my life." He paused, hesitating. "And I know you like this kind of thing, so I'll do it just this time for you." He took a deep breath. "Hey beautiful, will you marry me?"

Totally unexpected, you couldn't stop yourself from crying out of joy. "The answer is obvious. Of course it's a yes. Yes, I do, handsome."

Grinning from ear to ear, Seongwoo stood back up and put the ring around your finger. "Also, merry christmas. And I hope you'll stop calling me that. It's embarrassing."

"Sorry, handsome. But you'll be stuck hearing that for the rest of our life together," you teased him. "Merry christmas to you too. This is the best christmas present ever. Thank you, babe. I love you."

Seongwoo winced at your first sentence, but then he smiled warmly. "Love you too, my future wife."

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