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h-hart · 4 years

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Troublemaker

((Hiiii, so sorry for the very very VERY late fic hahaha. So, anyways here’s Haven’s story!! And part one of a hilarious and fun rp I did with @itssara-oc a while ago! Thanks Ana hahah! Anyways, this is not really edited!! And sorry this isn’t very well-written coz it’s been a while and I don’t remember what exactly H was thinking during the rp LOL))

Gosh, how do people wear high heel shoes????????

I groan as I walk, more like stumble, into the garden. Sighing, I take a deep breath of fresh air.

Finally.

Finally, I’m in a place where there are no cameras. No guards. Nobody. Finally, maybe I can be myself.

I growl as I struggle to pull at the straps of my heels only to break them. I sigh in relief as the shoes fall from my feet. Picking them up, I throw the heels far away into some bush.

“Ow!” Some girl scre- wait what!? There is a girl?! I turn around swiftly too see a girl lying on the floor with the shoe next to her.

“oh shit.” I mutter as I look at her then back at the palace and back at her, contemplating whether I should make a run for it or check on the girl. Deciding on the latter, I sigh and say to myself. “Dude, what part of ‘don’t get into any trouble’ do you not understand?”

I walk to Sara and adjust the face mask I’m wearing and hold up two fingers in front of her, looking at her expectantly.

“Huh?” The girl says in confusion, but I refuse to speak. I hate that high-pitched squeaky voice and my throat is already hurting from using that voice for a few days. She tilts her head and does the same, holding two fingers up. “Peace?”

Seriously????

I frown as I try to stifle a laugh. This girl is quite cute. I shake my head to clear myself of the thoughts and finally speak in that ugly fake voice of mine. “if you know that’s peace then i guess you know i have two fingers up.” I offer my hand to her. “Sorry!”

Her face reddens. “Oh, so that's why you had two fingers up…” She looks at my hand hesitating but takes it anyway. I help her up and she frowns as she looks at my er feet. “Wait...you threw those heels?! I...I know they are probably uncomfortable but you didn't need to throw them” She touches her head, wincing. “Also...are you sick? Do you have a cold?”

“Uncomfortable. yes. bad voice. Mask.” I say, trying to speak as little words as possible. I look at her head, concerned. I did hit her with a shoe. “you alright?” I ask, as I peer at her head, trying to examine the damage.

The girl continues to stare at me, tilting her head in curiosity. I look away, trying to hide my face from her. Which is honestly annoying because I have always been confident with my looks, I never had to cover them, but… I sigh again. “I-I'm okay.” She whispers before wincing and her face reddens again. I really hope she’s blushing from embarrassment and not dying from I don’t know, getting hit by a shoe. “Okay maybe I am not that okay... “ She mutters before looking around. “We should probably find somewhere else to be. I'm sure guards will round and find their way here. Then you'll explain everything, mask.” She shakes her head, and takes my hand. Woah, a bold girl. I smirk but then the reality of the situation hits me again and I sober up immediately, trying to focus on everything but her hand as she leads me away. Dude, calm down. You’ve held the hand of a million girls before.

Wait, did she just call me mask?

“Haven. i’m haven. not mask.” I tell her in my ugly ass voice.

“I figured that wasn't your name. But something is telling me that mask may have a pretty big meaning if you mentioned it. Haven. Well…” The dark haired girl glances back to look at me with a small smile. “I am Sara.”

I try to search my memory to see if I can remember any information about this selected, but then I roll my eyes when I remember I was too busy checking them out to remember their province or last name or well… name. Realizing that I haven’t said anything to this girl’s introduction, I end up whispering,

“hello sara”

She probably didn’t hear though, as she whispers, “I don't really know the palace that well and the only place I know that will give us privacy is my room.”

Her- what?! Woah woah woah, wait wow. I’m in a selected’s room!!!!!!

“sorry for the mess.” She mumbles as she all but drags me into her room. I shake my head as I look around it. It honestly is not messy at all as the only thing out of place are the notebooks sprawled on the desk. “First of all, I have a first aid kit so let me just see if I'm good and take some tylenol or something.” She says, all business-like as she heads to the restroom to look for pills. “Then...I'll hear you out...Haven.”

“There’s nothing to-” I begin to say but then I realize she probably can’t hear me. Sighing, I decide to do some exploring as I touch one of the notebooks on her desk.

Because in all honesty, I’ve never been in a girl’s room and had time or light to explore and check out their room, I’m usually… preoccupied.

“Sorry again. I usually make sure to put everything away an-” I hear Sara from behind me, she pauses and her voice drops down into a whisper. “You didn't look at it, right?”

I snatch my hand away immediately and shake my head. I turn around to face Sara and notice the bump.

“Oh.” She says as she smiles in relief. “Sorry, it's just…” She shakes her head. “Nothing. It's nothing.” Without a word, I take the first aid kit from her hands and motions her to sit before opening the kit up to find the stuff needed to treat her bump. “This may hurt.”

It is then I realize I forgot to use my stupidy voice, hopefully, she hit her head too badly to notice.

Okay, that was mean. I take it back.

She sits down immediately, face red again for being sensitive. I try to ignore as she stares at me with those big brown eyes. “Okay”

I hum a bit as I finish treating the bump and look at it proudly. I look down at the girl and realize how close we are and immediately pull away. Clearing my throat, I point to the ointment. “Every day.” Deciding I’ve stayed here long enough, I make a move to go back to my own room, but then I feel her hand around my wrist.

“Wait.” She says, I go still as I feel her getting up from the bed and getting closer. I close my eyes. “You know...You're pretty bad at hiding the fact you are not Haven.”

Fuck. I will my legs to move, but they’re frozen.

“Your voice is too low and it’s obviously not because you're sick. You are pretty well built. You suck at wearing heels. And then you had to mention a mask. That was your mistake so who are you? I'm not an idiot. No wonder you avoided everyone like the plague. Now that I think of it...you skipped the make over as well!” She continues.

The air is silent as we both take in what she’s accusing me off.

So this is how my life ends. That weird dude Arin is going to get me killed.

After what seemed like ages, I finally open my mouth and speak in that stupid fake voice of mine.

“I’m a sick Haven.” I say, and then in my attempt to escape, my mask moves and my nose pops out. I grunt as I turn away from her and try to leave her room. Suddenly, the big rooms in the palace seem almost catastrophic.

“Don't try now. And stop, you're gonna end up hurting yourself and me. You sound like a dying cat.” I feel her glaring at my back as she tightens her grip around my arm, I try not to stiffen as I know she will feel muscles there. She pulls at my arm. “If you try to leave I'll call the guards and that won't look good for anyone.” She tugs harder as I stand my ground, refusing to move. “I have brothers so I'm decently strong.” If we weren’t in the palace and we weren’t both selected, I would’ve laughed at this situation as she huffs in annoyance. “I won't say a word if that's what you're worried about.”

Can I trust her?

I contemplate trying to pull my arm away from her grip but I know if I do it again, we’ll both end up on the floor and while any other day, I won’t mind being on the ground with a hot girl like Sara- well, not today. So I look around trying to find a new escape route instead. Suddenly I see the notebook Sara didn’t want me to read and start to reach for it.

“why is it hard to tell me the obvious truth?” She says with a glare that I ignore. As my finger grazes the notebook, her eyes widen and she uses her hand to stop me from reaching, and tugs on my arm. Hard. I groan in frustration. This girl sure is annoying and unlike those I’ve dealt with before. I flail my arms, trying to get away, not sure how to fight off a girl as I’ve most certainly, never had to do that before.

And then

And then my mask is pulled off.

“Shit.” is all I can say as I stare at the girl in front of me in shock. The room is silent for a second and everything comes back alive again and I begin to put my mask back on. Sara, however, beats me to it. She reaches and takes off the other half of the mask quickly, jumping a bit to do so because of our height difference.

“What the-”

“I-” I pause as I try to think of what to say. “Just so you know, I don’t like the prince. we’re not gay. I mean, i dont know if he’s gay. I’m not. I like girls. I-” I stop again as I realize I’m babbling. And I never babble, Haven does. But not me. I sigh again and pull off my wig and pins and shake my head to reveal my dark curls, knowing that there is no use lying. “So yeah... I’m a guy…”

Sara blinks several times and I glimpse a smile forming on her lips, before she covers her face. “O-kay. I believe you.” She giggles. “I mean if you and the prince were gay it shouldn't be my business and I don't have a say in that. Love is love. I won't tell anyone if that's what you're afraid of. I just...okay so where is the real haven and why are you here? Not that it isn't welcome but this is a selection and they were looking for females only. How were you able to even get here without being suspicious?”

I sigh as I try to process all the questions she throws onto me.

I cock my head to the side and look at the girl in front of me. “Haven’s my sister. She’s... she’s in love with a guy who’s a five and we’re fours and” I pause to sigh as i run my hand through my hair. “obviously our parents didn’t approve. And because she’s stubborn and impulsive, she randomly decided to apply for the selection to prove a point that ‘even if the prince asks me to marry him, I’ll still choose Angelo’. Angelo’s her guy. And of course, because life is a joke, she gets selected! And she finally realizes what she has done and starts panicking because she doesn’t want to come at all. We told her to just come and go after the first day but she’s so scared that Angelo will pull some sacrificial shit and go away or something so that she won’t have to live a life of a five... or our parents may do something while she’s away... long story short…” I trail off and gesture around me. “I pulled the sacrificial shit and mulaned my way in to save her.” I laugh drily. “And as to how I got here. Well, good thing Haven and I have similar eyes. Makeup and a wig helped. And I dismissed my maids and well skipped everything and tried not to talk to anyone…”

Sara looks at me as she listens to my story and as I finish, she looks down. “Until you threw the heels and met me.” She says quietly, hugging herself. Her voice quivers as she says, “y-you're such a great brother. And I could've ruined the whole thing. I could've made things worse.” She looks back up at me. “I'm sorry. I'm glad you're here instead of Haven. She really is lucky to have you as a brother.”

Deciding to lighten up the situation, I wave hand to dismiss her praise. “nahh, i did it only so she would change her account description to ‘I love my brother’” I tell her with a gentle smile and then I notice she looks… sad? “Wait. Why do you look sad? Are you crying?” I pause as I try to think of a way to cheer her up. “Okay this is not what I imagined when a girl pulls me into her room and locks us in it.” I tell her with a smirk.

“Well,” Her cheeks still pink as she wraps her arms around my neck and whispers. “What did you imagine would happen?” Before I can react, she raises an eyebrow as she starts to pull away, smirking, “Because I never imagined pulling a guy dressed up as a girl into my room and locking us together.”

I roll my eyes. “I’m Hardin, by the way. I imagined....” I pause for a dramatic effect. “Well, I can’t tell you coz I’m afraid your head is going to explode from all the blushing if I did.” I wink at her and I stand up. “And I also did not imagine my face to be full of makeup.” I look in the direction of her restroom. “Anything I can borrow? Not sure if I can continue this conversation looking like this.”

She ends up lending me some face stuff as I try to wash away the makeup. I also drastically want to get out of my dress and so we ended up going to my room so I can change back into more comfortable.

And as I get changed in my own bathroom, my mind goes to the girl sitting out there in my room. And for some reason, I feel a bit nervous.

But Hardin Hart has never been nervous because of a girl.

What’s happening to me?

#side fic #haven #hardin #sara #selection oc #the selection

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hoseokslovee · 6 years

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Piece of Peace - Hoseok x Reader (OC) Fan Fiction

I apologize for the late uploads! :< Been caught up lately with adulting uwu. Here’s chapter ten! Thank you for your patience :3

Chapter 10

Mina

Mesmerized by the sunrise, you decided to come out of the car. Walking towards the water, you held yourself, your hands rubbing the skin on your arms to somehow lessen how cold you are feeling from the wind.

As you stare at the horizon, the orange sun emerging from the waters of Han River, you felt a deliberate sense of peace inside just watching the scenery in front of you. You close your eyes, feeling the cool morning breeze embrace you, a slight chill passing through your exposed skin. At that moment, you missed Nan. She would’ve loved to see the sunrise.

Just then, you felt warm hands touch you, fingers burning on your skin. You turn to face Hobi, who was standing right behind you, holding you close to him as he embraces you. He nuzzled your neck and kissed the spot behind your ear, his lips traveling down towards your shoulder.

“Mmm,” you hummed, placing your hands on top of his, which were resting right by your tummy. “Thank you for bringing me here, Hobi.”

Hobi looked up from his nuzzling, a warm smile playing on his heart-shaped lips. “Anytime,” he says, before he resumed kissing your neck.

“You know what I should do to really thank you?” you say a bit loudly, escaping his lips as you turned, now facing him. “I should kiss you…”

Hobi grinned widely at that, his perfect teeth showing. “I don’t mind that at all—“

“...down there,” you continued, your eyes showing mischief. You saw the surprised look on his face before he bursts into a fit of laughter, his shoulders shaking as he laughs. You laughed along with him, suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed for being so brazen about it. You hid your face in his chest, feeling shy again.

“Mina, I didn’t know you had it in you!” Hobi exclaimed, his arms already snaking around your waist. He looked down at you and you looked up at the same time, Hobi placing a peck on your nose.

“I-I wanted to return the favor, from...you know, from earlier...” You stutter, cheeks reddening at the memory of Hobi pleasuring you with his hand.

He looked at you, suddenly serious. “I don’t want you to feel the need to reciprocate just because I made you feel good,” he says. “I did what I did because I wanted to, not because I wanted something in return.”

You saw the sincerity in his voice as he said it, suddenly feeling emotional. Looking at him made your heart flutter and ache at the same time, silently praising the gods for letting you meet such an amazing man. Although you thought it’s too early to be so attached already to Hobi, you can’t help but feel safe being with him.

“Can I see you again?” Hobi speaks, bringing you back from your deep thoughts.

You nodded, a little to eagerly. “Yes.”

Hobi nodded too. “I’m happy to hear that. Shall we go on our way? Let me drive you back home.”

Hand in hand, you and Hobi walked back towards the car, feeling every bit as giddy.

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As you stepped in front of your front door, you turned your head back to where Hobi parked his car. He was looking at you through the open window in the passenger seat door, smiling at you.

You brought a hand to your mouth and sent him a flying kiss, to which he responded by acting like he was hit in the chest, chuckling as he clenched his black dress shirt.

“You are so extra!” You giggled, shaking your head as you fished around your silver purse for the key.

“Hold on, I forgot something!” Hobi said loudly, already jumping out of his car to rush towards you. You looked at him, confusion etched on every part of your face.

“Huh? What did you forge—“

Hobi grabbed your face with both hands and kissed you right on the lips, his mouth moving against yours. You gasped, closing your eyes as you kissed him back matching his pace. You placed your arms around his neck, his hands now sliding down your body to rest on the small of you back.

He was the first to pull away from the kiss, his breathing ragged. “There.”

You licked your lips. “I like how forgetful you are,” you giggled once again, resting a hand on his cheek. He winked at you before he went back to his car, engine already running. In no time, you saw him leave the driveway.

Coming inside the apartment always feels like home, despite the fact that you were coming home to no one.

It was already 7:30 in the morning, and in the first time in a long while, you finally felt like sleeping.

After you’ve showered and brushed your teeth, you dragged yourself towards your bed, the tiredness from last night luring you into deep sleep.

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“Mina. Mina. Hoe, wake up!” A familiar voice echoed. You grumbled, swatting away the hand that’s been shaking your shoulders, an attempt to wake you up.

“Ugh...Stop,” You say, voice husky from sleep.

“Well that’s a relief, you’re actually alive!” You figured the voice belonged to Taehyung, a drop of sarcasm evident in his tone. “For a moment there I thought you were dead. You’ve been sleeping like a log ever since I got here 4 hours ago,” he said.

You opened one eye to peek at Taehyung. He looked like he just got out of the shower, his hair a bit damp at the ends, but still looking so handsome. He looked at you as he swept aside a lock of hair covering your face.

“What time is it,” you asked groggily.

“It’s 11:45am,” he replied.

“Wait, did you sneak inside my apartment again without telling me?!” You sit up, brown eyes glaring at Taehyung’s grey ones.

“I left you a voicemail but you didn’t respond so I thought of coming by to see how you were doing,” Taehyung lays down on the bed, both hands behind his head. “After last night, seeing you escape the club with Hoseok made me really curious as to how all of it went.” Taehyung says, wiggling both his eyebrows.

You squinted at him, a frown evident on your mouth. “What do you mean?”

“Oh come on, Mina. The last time you slept this long was when you and ‘he-who’s-name-shall-not-be-mentioned’ slept together. That was, what, an eternity ago? No wonder you have insomnia. The only remedy for that is just sex!” Taehyung exclaimed cheerfully, clapping his hands together as he laughs.

Your cheeks felt hot being under Taehyung’s inquisitive glare. “Tae, I swear, nothing happened between him and me,” you explained, twirling a strand of hair around your finger. “He took me out to eat and we went to Han River to see the sunrise.”

Taehyung then looks at you closely, his face mere inches from yours. “Look me in the eye, Song Mina. You’ve been avoiding it,” he whispered.

“Tae, geez, is it really that necessary for you to put your face so close? I can smell your breath!”

“You’re still not looking me in the eyes, Mina!” He shouted loudly.

“Okay Kim Taehyung listen—We...didn’t have sex, but he...he...” Your voice trailed off. “He—“

“Hoe, spill the tea. Stop stuttering like a school kid,” Taehyung says, holding both your shoulders, shaking you slightly. “TELL ME, DAMN IT!”

You gulped. “He touched me. Down there,” you nod your head down, Taehyung following your gaze. He looks up at you after, mouth open.

Taehyung smacked his knee all of a sudden.

“Okay, you know what—go get changed ‘coz we’re gonna continue this conversation in the restaurant. I’m already starving,” Taehyung says, already getting up from the bed. He extended his hand for you to take. “Tell me everything.”

You giggled at how your best friend handled your confession. You took his hand eagerly, giving him your biggest smile. “Alright.”

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Hoseok

Right after you dropped Mina off in her apartment, you headed straight home to take a shower. A cold one, to be honest. Getting all riled up sexually with Mina wasn’t doing you any good, and clearly it took every ounce of your self-control not to grab her by the waist and give in to her little requests.

The blowjob offer even sucked the air out of you.

That’s how bad you wanted it.

But then, you’ve always been the kind of person who thought about other people’s pleasure first instead of your own. Having that much control over your pent up sexual urges is reason enough for you to give yourself a pat on the back.

But you got to admit, your time with Mina was surely something you would think about a lot. She still seemed hesitant to completely open up to you, but her confessing how safe she felt being with you—now that just made your heart do summersaults.

Just then, your phone rang. Changing into your white shirt and boxers, you picked up.

“Hey hyung,” you say, gliding your hands through your damp hair. “I’m surprised you called so early—7:56 in the morning? I take that you had coffee already?”

Yoongi cleared his throat on the other end before speaking. “Jimin wasn’t being a spoiled brat this morning, so yeah, he made coffee for me. Anyway, that’s not why I’m calling you dumbass,” he said. “Where’d you run off last night? Were you with Mina?”

You made your way to your bed and laid down, groaning at how good it felt to stretch out on the soft mattress. “Yeah, I was.”

Yoongi scoffed at your reply. “That’s it? You’re not even going to tell me how you just ran away with her in the dead of night? Is this how our friendship is now?”

Laughing at Yoongi’s hurt remark, you shook your head.

“Hyung, I really don’t have words to describe my moment with her, okay? We...bonded, through burgers and milkshakes. And I took her to see the sunrise on Han River,” you say.

“Ah, I see how it is Jung Hoseok,” Yoongi replied, his voice now giving off a hint of sarcasm. “You ain’t telling me shit anymore, huh? You think you’re so private now that you have your own place to live! Don’t you ever forget how you used to spill every single thing you did with girls back when we lived together!” Yoongi was now shouting, his voice shaky from all the laughing he’s been doing.

“What are you even talking about—I dated one girl back then! Don’t mistake me for Jin, you bastard. He practically lured girls with his cooking shit before he realized he wanted dicks instead of pussies!”

“Aish, Jin’s going to whoop your sorry butt if he hears that coming from you.”

“I’m telling you—Mina’s different,” you say, the laughter now dying down and replaced by seriousness.

“Not to be rude or anything, but what do you even see in her, Hobi? I mean she’s gorgeous, I’ll give you that, but what makes her so different from the other women who’ve shown interest in you?” Yoongi asked, suddenly sincere.

“I can’t explain it, hyung. I’ll have to find that out for myself too,” you say, sighing deeply before shutting your eyes, a solid attempt to internalize everything Yoongi said.

“Hobi is smitten with our Mina, that’s what it is!” You heard Jimin’s voice in the background, sounding all chirpy. “He got himself whipped.”

“Well, we only want what makes you the happiest, Hobi. And if it’s her that is making you happy, then we’ll gladly support you,” Yoongi said before sighing. “It’s been a long time since I last saw you with someone, really.”

You hummed in agreement. “Hey, I gotta need some shut eye. Let’s catch up soon, yeah? I’m exhausted.”

Yoongi stayed silent for 3 seconds before finally letting go of the call. “Just call us whenever. We’ll be there.”

As your call with Yoongi ended, you went into a lot of deep-thinking. What Yoongi said was true: you haven’t really had time to date ever since you started producing music and lived full-time as a producer and song-writer. Dating wasn’t really your top priority, and having been with only one woman in the past clearly spoke volumes. Unfortunately, things didn’t go too well with her, and things ended with a snap of a finger.

Deep inside, you feel like you’re rushing things with Mina already. Heck, she isn’t even your girlfriend. Plus, you met her just recently. You also feel like you’re not entirely ready to be in a relationship, since your career is at its peak already. Things might change in a blink of an eye, and you aren’t really sure how to handle things at once.

So many thoughts ran through your head, but you were sure about one thing.

You wanted more of Song Mina.

#bangtan #bts #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #smut #fluff #slice of life #original character #yoonmin #taekook #namjin #romance #a bit of angst

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mildlymaddy · 7 years

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So, remember that silly Niall/guitar fic I wrote?

Well, I kinda wrote a nouis sequel. Rated M, deals with silly boys getting high.

There's a reason Niall almost never smokes pot. He gets loose tongued in a way he never does on Guinness, spilling his secrets to whoever will pry.

And Louis is an expert pryer.

“Niall my boy, I’ve been meaning to ask… what's the deal with the guitars?”

They’re in Niall's house, sitting on his bed. Louis’s brought a joint with him the way others might bring a bottle of wine, and Niall would have felt rude if he’d turned it down. Not that he wanted to. He’s always liked smoking with Louis. Weed smoothes out Louis’s edges, makes him forget about keeping his walls up. The only downside is that it doesn’t make him any less nosey.

“What d’you mean?”

“Come on. Those pics you post of them?” Louis asks, wriggling his eyebrows. “And what about your creepy guitar hangers? It’s like you want your guitars to feel a human touch at all times. Like you don’t want them to feel neglected.”

Niall feels his stomach twisting and takes a hit to hide his fluster. People always think that the hands are deliberately kitsch, or that he’s trying to look edgy. Louis’s the first to get it right. “You're going to think I'm nuts,” he says, handing the joint back to Louis.

Louis blows a smoke ring and watches it waft up towards the ceiling for a few silent seconds, looking thoughtful. “You've seen me do some shit that most people would think was nuts.”

And that… he's got a point.

“Alright,” Niall says. Part of him is screaming at him to shut up, change the subject, but maybe the weed’s already gotten to him because even though the words don’t come easy, he doesn’t want to keep them in, either. He’s been wanting to tell someone about it and who better than Louis? “It's just that I… well… I think guitars are… like, pleasing? In a… in a sexual way?”

Louis blinks at him for what feels like hours. “Y’know,” he finally says, taking one long drag on the joint like someone would down their drink; “I expected you to say that? But hearing it outloud is still fucking weird.”

Niall idly thinks about getting up and leaving the room to get away from this conversation, but his limbs feel like they’re made of something mushy. Or maybe wet cotton. Is wet cotton mushy? Niall shakes his head. “See? Told you you'd think I'm a freak,” he says with a sigh, plucking the joint from Louis’s lax fingers and taking another hit. It’s getting harder to feel strongly about any of this, but some part of him knows that tomorrow the memory of this discussion is going to hit him like a truck.

“Nonono, I'm not judging. ...So what d’you do, exactly?” Louis asks, stretching out on the bed so his head is on Niall’s pillow and his left leg is dangling over the edge of the mattress. He’s grinning up at the ceiling, blue eyes shining with mischief. “Like, d’you rub your junk on them or sommat?”

“Of course not!” Niall squawks, handing the joint back to Louis when Louis lazily extends a hand, knuckles coming to brush against Niall’s forearm and raising goosebumps. “That’d damage them!”

Louis snorts, then dissolves into full-on laughter until he almost chokes on thin air, arms clenched around his stomach. He flips on his side to catch his breath, his forehead pressing against Niall’s naked knee. Niall thinks about moving his leg away, but doesn’t. “Oh my god Neil you’re killing me,” Louis wheezes, letting the joint drop onto Niall’s sheets.

Niall snatches it up before it can burn the cloth, frowning. “I don’t see what’s so funny about this,” he says, even though he does, a little. But he can feel the stare of his guitars on his back and knows he can’t be seen to be playing along. He’s not brave enough to look down at Ruby, still laid out at the bottom of the bed from when he showed her to Louis earlier.

“Really?” Louis asks, but it doesn’t feel like a question. He shifts again, wrapping a hand over Niall’s calf, thumb stroking the crease of Niall’s knee. His fingers are warm.

Niall meticulously snuffs the rest of the joint out in the ashtray, watching the glowing red turn to dull black. He’s afraid if he takes another hit of it, he’ll start thinking showing Louis exactly how he goes about things is a good idea.

“Heyyyy, what d’you do that for?” Louis protests, giving Niall’s calf a smack before resting his hand on it again.

“You're being a dick.”

That seems to mollify Louis somewhat, and he struggles into an upright position, leaning heavily against Niall's side. “Have I hurt your feelings, Nialler?” There's no bite in his voice. His hand has moved up to Niall's thigh, on top of his denim shorts. Niall keeps his own hands clenched around the ashtray.

He shudders when Louis leans his head on his shoulder, the tip of his nose brushing against Niall's neck. “C’mon, I just want to understand. I promise not to laugh again.”

Nothing good can come out of explaining, but Louis is warm and he sounds sleepy and Niall finds himself spilling his guts out with a sense of quiet inevitability. He tells Louis about the connection he feels and the smoothness of the wood and how a guitar is just like a woman, really, no, just think about it for a second, Lou. He tells him how it's all about respect and devotion and wanting to get closer to the music. Louis snorts once or twice but apart from that he just goes “hm-hm” from time to time. His fingers start moving on Niall's thigh, fingertips going back and forth along the inner seam of Niall's shorts, and Niall's pretty sure Louis doesn't even realize he's doing it so he doesn't say anything.

“But Ruby’s… Ruby’s special, really. Felt like falling in love, a bit.” Niall falls silent, and Louis doesn’t say anything for so long that if it weren’t for the way his fingers are still going up and down his inner thigh, Niall would assume he’d fallen asleep.

Finally, Louis’s hand stills, palm cupping Niall’s knee. “I see,” Louis says.

Niall waits a bit, but Louis doesn’t seem to want to add anything to that statement. “Told you you’d think I was nuts,” he says with a chuckle he’s not feeling at all.

“I don’t. ...It's gotten me a lil’ horny, to be quite honest.”

“Really?” Niall says, tittering. Louis's fingers trail back up the seam of his shorts, all the way up to- “Louis!” Niall gasps, hand letting go of the ashtray to grab Louis’s wrist.

“It’s made you a little horny, too,” Louis says, tilting his face so his lips rub wetly against Niall's throat with each word. Niall can hear the smile in his voice. He still has a firm grip on Louis’s wrist, but he hasn't actually moved Louis’s hand away, and Louis’s fingers tease at the fly of Niall's shorts, pressing down on his crotch. “So Nialler… is it just guitars that do it for you these days, or…?”

Niall stares straight ahead. He can dimly see their reflections in the flat screen of his tv. Louis looks like he's trying to drape himself around Niall's body, but it doesn’t mean anything.

Louis’s just teasing him, because that's what Louis does, and he’s flirty because that’s who Louis is when he’s high.

At least Louis doesn't know that Niall used to have a crush on him.

“I know you used to have a crush on me,” Louis says, breath hot on Niall's skin.

“I didn't,” Niall says, but it comes out sounding exactly like an ‘I did.’

“D’you still have one?” Louis asks, fingers finally leaving the crotch of Niall’s shorts to sneak their way under Niall’s shirt, stroking Niall’s belly.

Does he? Niall’s known Louis long enough to know most things about him, good and bad. He knows the way Louis will phase entire relationships out of his life rather than deal with whatever problems they’re having, then one day be back to being chummy like nothing ever happened. He knows Louis can get mean when he drinks too much. He’s seen Louis hurt people deeply by lashing out with words as sharp as knives, has experienced it first hand more than once. He knows too much to have a crush.

“No,” he says, letting go of Louis’s wrist. Louis leans back enough to look into Niall’s eyes; he looks surprised, possibly a little bit disappointed. Niall takes a deep breath. “It’s not a crush anymore.”

There’s a beat that feels like a crossroads, then Louis cuddles up against Niall’s side again, pressing the top of his face against Niall’s neck; Niall can feel Louis’s eyelashes fluttering like the wings of a butterfly. “Good,” Louis finally says, the tip of his pinkie finger dipping into Niall’s belly button then staying there, as if he’s plugging up a hole. “Coz I don’t have a crush either.”

“Good,” Niall parrots, softly.

The pressure of Louis’s hand on his belly increases, and it takes a few seconds for Niall to get the hint and lie down. They’re too far up the bed and the top of Niall’s head is uncomfortably pushed against his headboard, but Louis wraps himself around Niall’s side like a clam, slipping one leg over Niall’s, and Niall doesn’t want to move.

“D’you ever lie down with them?” Louis asks, his head resting on Niall’s chest, his pinkie finger still resting over Niall’s belly button, his palm warm.

“Sometimes.” He’s fallen asleep next to one more than once, hand still resting on top of the chords. Sometimes it just happens because he’s trying to figure out a song and doesn’t stop until his body literally gives up on him, sending him to sleep from one second to the next.

Louis hums. Niall can feel the hard line of his cock pressed against his side, wonders exactly what’s gotten Louis so ramped up, if it’s just the weed, or if Niall’s truly managed to make him see what he sees in his guitars.

Niall thinks maybe it’s got nothing to do with the weed or the guitar and everything to do with Niall, but he keeps this thought to himself.

“Wanna make out?” Louis asks next, as if it’s the simplest thing in the world to ask, and Niall knows Louis can hear his heartbeat pick up since Louis’s ear is pressed against his chest, so he might as well tell the truth.

“Yeah.”

Louis leans up, the corner of his lips curled up in that little mischievous smile that is so unmistakably Louis, and for a second Niall wonders if he’s going to kiss him, but Louis presses his lips to Niall’s cheek instead, then trails them down to Niall’s ear, lips closing around Niall’s earlobe, the tip of his tongue coming to tease at the nub of flesh before Louis moves back to Niall’s cheek.

“I’mma play you like a guitar,” Louis mumbles, plucking his fingers over Niall’s torso as if there were strings there. It’s completely ridiculous and they’re both giggling as Louis moves his fingers up and down Niall’s belly and chest, until Louis gets tired of the game and without a word of warning slips his hand into Niall’s shorts and under the elastic band of his pants, deft fingers closing around Niall’s half-hard cock. “‘Make you come like a man,” Louis adds, shifting to close his lips around the pulse point in Niall’s neck, sucking hard enough to make Niall yelp, his cock hardening all the way in Louis’s grasp.

By the time Louis’s done playing him and Niall’s done showing him a trick or two of his own, night has fallen outside and Ruby’s fallen from her spot on the bed.

Oh well. Niall will make it up to her later.

Maybe he’ll even let Louis watch.

#glad i let it simmer overnight #changed a few things for the better just now #so i'm cheating because this time the guitars aren't involved in the shenanigans #but who knows what the next ficlet might hold #*winkwinknudgenudge*#nouis #tumblr ficlet #crackfic #niall is a guitar lover #i have had such a long and busy and not-so-pleasant day and my head is about to blow i stg #i'd like to say i'm gonna go home and take a bath #but i'm not sure i'll be able to

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Bucket

“My name is Bucket,” the man said to the dead tree, standing before it with his feet apart and arms crossed. “And I want to be a Dog of War.”

Almost immediately he groaned, turning away and covering his face with both hands. The tree remained unmoving and non-judgmental, but the man could almost feel it scoffing at him behind his back. He stayed there for a moment, curled over on himself, before straightening and turning around once more. This time, he clasped his hands in front, shoulders slightly hunched, almost bowing his head to the tree.

“My name is Bucket,” Bucket said again, offering the tree a wavering smile. “I heard about the Dogs of War and I’d like to join yo- No!” His face screwed up in disgust, and he shook off the pose, waving his arms above his head in frustration. “Fuck. Shit. None of that is right!”

The tree, as usual, did not react.

“Is it the name? Hi, my name is… shit, what’s a better name?”

The man started to pace, walking around the tree with a hand jammed in his pocket. “How do you even name things anyway? Wait, no, Bucket works. It’s a good name. My name. Shit, shit, Bucket sucks-” He stopped, shaking a fist at the sky. “THANKS FOR NUTHIN’ MA,” and continued pacing in a circle.

Bucket nearly fell over as he rounded the tree another time and noticed a hooded figure in the distance, crouching on a boulder. They stared at him, unmoving, face lost in the shadow of their hood. Lifting a hand, Bucket waved at them.

“Uh, morning!” the man called, waving a tentative hand at the figure. “How’re ya doing? I didn’t, uh, notice you there.” He left the tree finally, walking towards the boulder with a wide smile. “That’s a rather nice rock ya got. Are you comfortable like that? Your balance must be gre-”

He cut off rather abruptly as the figure growled, the guttural sound shocking from so small a frame. The wise thing to was stop walking forward, so Bucket did so, hands out in front of him.

“Sorry,” he said, his smile fading. “I don’t want to take your rock.” The man could see now that the figure seemed to be a little girl, little patches of blue scales speckling across her face and down her otherwise dirt-caked arms. “Shit- are you a Radian? What’s your name? I’m Bucket.”

The girl shifted forward, dropping down from the boulder and landing in another crouch. Her head tilted quizzically up at him, and she snapped her teeth at him, sharp fangs clacking together.

“Alright, uh, no name it is.” Bucket kept his hands out in front of him, taking a slow step back. “Do you live around here?” A sudden thought occurred to him. “Are you a Fallen Radian? Can you even understand me- shit if you’re Fallen, you’re gonna kill me, right? I mean, not that I want you to or anything.”

The girl blinked, closing her mouth. She stood, head still tilted, and carefully sidestepped towards the man, hands reaching out to pluck at his clothing, lifting the bits of his ragged scarf, coat, the flap of his bag, the handle of his knife- Bucket realized that last one a bit too late, as she yanked the knife from the sheath before skittering back quickly.

“He- HEY!” he said, after failing to grab at the blade. “That’s mine!”

The girl’s only answer was to bare her teeth at him, corners of her mouth upturned. A harsh sound came from her throat, much like a growling cough, and to his chagrin, Bucket realized she was laughing. He heaved a deep sigh, hands going to his hips.

“I need that, no name,” the man said, resisting the urge to laugh at himself along with the girl. “You can’t just steal weapons from people!”

With a final harsh chuckle, she proffered the knife back to him, holding it by the blade. Bucket carefully reached for it, taking the knife and slipping it back into the sheath at his side. “Thank you,” he said, lifting his chin. “You’re very nice.”

A snort from the girl, and she pointed to Bucket, then away from him, towards the distant cement and rusted-metal walls of Broken Falls. Her head tilted in an unspoken question. Bucket, being unsure of what anyone was thinking at any time even when they said it out loud, had no idea what that question was.

“Yeah, it’s also a nice place,” he said, taking a wild guess.

The girl’s eyes narrowed, and she pointed again, gesturing more violently this time.

“I mean, you’re probably nicer than it is, like there’s gangers all around and it’s sorta dirty- well, you’re sorta dirty too but like the streets are literally made of dirt-”

Bucket’s ramble was cut off by the girl grabbing his hand and yanking him in the direction of Broken Falls. Surprised by her strength, he had no choice but to be tugged along, giving the dead tree a final despairing glance before he left it for good.

“I guess we’re going back to Broken Falls,” the man said amiably, striding on after her. “Well, back for me, I don’t know if you’ve ever been there, but you seem like you know the place well enough, and I still don’t know your name- or if you can even talk.”

The girl only stared forward as he talked, her grip never slacking on his hand as she continued tugging him towards the town.

“Well, I mean I already told you I’m Bucket,” he continued. “And I live in Broken Falls! Sort of. Just got there a week ago, and I’ve been shacking up with Ricker coz he’s sweet on my sister. I mean, he was. She told me about him when she came home to Brikabrak, and I guess he still likes her coz he didn’t think about it at all to let me stay there. He’s nice enough, I guess, if you enjoy smelling gasoline and grease. And I mean, I sorta do. Feels like home.”

The only response he got was a short glance as the girl heaved a deep sigh and trotted faster towards the settlement. That was enough, of course, for the man to continue.

“So, what’s it like being a Radian? Were you born that way? Or too much radiation? Ma always said, ‘keep out of radiation or you’ll grow twelve arms’, but you only have two arms, do you. Do the scales hurt? Or itch? Can scales itch? I wouldn’t mind having horns or something like that, as long as it looked cool enough. Or if it were symmetrical. But I guess there’s not really many Radians who look good, no offense, except I did see one who had all sorts of pretty-colored feathers, now that was beautiful. I think she was part of the Roses-” The girl growled at that, and Bucket nodded in, what he hoped, agreement.

“Right, right, I’m sorry, I guess I’m being insensitive, we don’t have to talk about Radians anymore- well, I don’t have to, you still aren’t saying anything, so I guess you can’t. I mean, I heard of some Radians who are telepathic, and you could be saying all sorts of things, but just, y’know, in your head. Shit- sorry again, no more Radian talk. Do you know about the Dogs of War? They’re so cool, this huge ol’ band of mercenaries, like I know Broken Falls is protected by the Broken Army- sorta a weird name coz that implies they’re split up, but anyway, the Dogs of War all have the names of these types of dogs and they’re as elite as it gets.” Bucket paused to catch his breath, raising his free hand to wipe trickles sweat off his brow. “I’ve been wanting to join them for ages, I mean, not ages, but ever since I got here. I got a meeting with Mama Bitch today- that’s their leader, and I really hope I can impress her enough.”

They were closer to the gates of the town now. The girl slowed and let go of Bucket’s hand, glancing up at him again but not halting.

“I just really want to do good in the world, y’know? And, I mean, get paid for it of course. I could always work for Ricker, but I’ve never been really good with cars or whatever. Just sorta end up on fire around me. And I’m a good shot with a gun I think, not that I have one on me right now, that’s illegal in town. Army rules and I don’t got a license yet so I figured I’d just keep it at home until the Dogs take me in and I can afford to carry one around. Anyway-”

As they neared the towering metal and wooden gates of Broken Falls, Bucket noticed the smaller door set into the wall was already open. A woman stood there, arms crossed over her armored chest. She seemed to be waiting for them, a foot tapping impatiently. The girl stopped in front of the woman, showing sharp teeth at her in a feral grin.

“Oh, is this one yours?” Bucket said with a smile, holding his hand out to the woman. “Hi! I’m Bucket. She found me out in the wasteland. Doesn’t seem to have naaame- oh shit you’re a Dog of War!”

The woman had extended a hand to his, the movement revealing the sigil of a snarling dog on her breastplate. She raised an eyebrow at his reaction, pausing just before touching his hand. “Is that a problem?”

“No, no, not at all!” Bucket grabbed her hand, vigorously shaking it. “An honor to meet you! My name’s Bucke- fuck, I mean I already told you that, uh, hi!”

“Hi,” the woman said, finally extricating her hand from his. “The name’s Hound. Thanks for finding our Puppy.” She reached forward to pat the little girl on her hooded head.

“Oh, it’s perfectly fine!” Bucket placed his hands on his hips. “She found me actually! I was just out there talking to a tr-” Wait, he couldn’t say that. “-trader. He’s long gone though. Scarpered when he saw a Radian. Sucks that so many aren’t as understanding as us, right?” He hoped his smile wasn’t too wide.

Hound gave the faintest pause. “…Right. Alright, then. Inside, Puppy.” She stepped back from the door, so the girl could move into the settlement. “You live here, right?”

“That I sure do!” Bucket pointed through the door. “I’m right at Ricker’s Wreck. Been helping him out some.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” The woman moved through the door, holding it open so Bucket could follow her inside. Without another word, she let the door go behind him, and headed off down the street after Puppy.

Bucket danced in place, hands on his face as he realized what had just happened. “She totally thinks I’m amazing!” He stopped dead, looking around the main street of Broken Falls. “Shit, shit, what if this is it? Mama Bitch has no choice but to let me in now! Fuck, I gotta get ready!”

Half-skipping as he went, Bucket headed on down the road, deeper into the town.

#Post Apoc #Snippet

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