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dovenymph · 3 years

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little lune

authors note: inspired by @soulmemesarc birthday prompts!🥳🎂 also this is unedited sorry for any typos

" no no no! breakfast in bed for the birthday girl/boy/angel! lie down, let me take care of this... "

" so there's this tradition. a law, really. i have to kiss you as many times as your age. so prepare yourself, babe. "

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you and harrison really didn’t have much in common.

this, you discovered, on your first date. he’d seen you at his neighborhood coffee shop on multiple occasions and prayed each day that you couldn’t see the infatuation building in his eyes, hoping one day soon, he’d’ve built up the courage to finally talk to you.

and you both thank god that that day had come and you spent nearly the entire day tucked away in the corner of the cafe talking about everything and anything.

he loved dogs, liked to consider himself a dog dad, even though the blue-grey staffy he showed you just over one million pictures of, technically belonged to his best friend. you on the other hand, grew up with cats curled up at your feet.

harrison could stay out all night, and did most weekends! very used to having to scrub last nights remnants off his body in the mornings and piecing together the events through blurry instagram stories. whereas, you were much more lowkey. always down for a good time, but couldn’t really stand the feeling of other people’s sweat on you while packed in a crowded club

despite this, the two of you fit together like puzzle pieces. like he was the sun, and you were the moon.

when harrison first brought up the comparison, you laughed and teased him for being such a cliche but when he smiled down and replied with “just for you, my little lune”

your face burned under his palms as he spoke the pet name so adoringly and with so much kindness in his eyes. and in that moment, you both knew that your differences in opinion were trivial and the only thing that mattered was you both bonded over your growing affection.

there was one thing you both had in common though and that was sleep.

you could sleep for hours each, harrison very proudly bragging that his record was 18 hours straight.

whenever you went over to his house, he immediately locked the two of you in his room, receiving many suggestive comments from his roommates about the nature of your activities, but in reality he just locked his arms around you and took you to dreamland with him as the two of you slept the day away.

so it was no surprise that that was the position you both were in right now, the morning of your birthday slipping away like a handful of sand through open fingertips.

soon enough though, the ring of your phone had gone off too many times for you to ignore and you had to wake up and face the multitude of happy birthday calls you were receiving, without a doubt waking your boyfriend in the process.

“mmm, tell them to fuck off” he muttered as your cousin wished you a happy birthday, the phone being passed around to all your relatives.

“can’t babe, m’family’s callin’”

“b-but… we haven’t had a birthday snuggle yet”

the softness in his tone (his teddy bear persona being reserved for your eyes only) practically melted you “almost over, m’love”

five minutes later, the last of your cousins and aunts and uncles had wished you a happy birthday and you hung up, the multiple conversations taking away any last shreds of slumber.

you looked over at haz who had his face smushed into the pillow, his soft, blond hair swept into his face, looking as delicate as ever. his hands involuntarily twitching at the comforter as they called out for yours to intertwine with.

with a smile you cautiously slipped off the bed, but he still awoke anyways, poking his head up like a child. “where ya going?”

“to start the kettle, go back to sleep.”

“no no no!” he whined “breakfast in bed for the birthday girl. lie down, let me take care of this.” he dragged himself out of bed, placed a tender and loving kiss to your forehead before shoving you to the mattress and throwing the covers over your entire body, leaving you nothing but a giggling white sheet.

his heart soared in his chest at the sound as he made his way to your kitchen. he’d only been over your place a few times, your relationship still relatively new. so he tried his best to quietly turn on the kettle and then locate your pots and pans to get started on a birthday breakfast for you.

as he was flipping the pancakes, he started thinking about making a little smile with the strawberries and that brought a little smile to his face.

he barely recognized himself when he was around you. he was so lovesick, so head over heels for you. unlike he’d ever been with any of his previous girlfriends.

your relationship wasn’t in the early stages per-say, he openly called you his girlfriend, and you your boyfriend, but he still felt the need to impress you, he still felt nerves creep in his stomach before every date. the honeymoon stage, as some liked to call it. the comfortability was just around the corner, he was sure of it. but until then, he liked to keep you on your toes.

placing the meal on a tray and walking back to your bedroom, he thought to later tonight and bit his lip. he had planned something for you, something grand. it was a little much for your first birthday spent together, but he only realized that after everything was payed for; but you deserved it. you deserved all the magnificent things life had to offer, and he would fall to his knees in order to be the one to give them to you. so he hoped you would like it.

“happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday my darling, happy birthday to you” he sung as you looked up at him from under the covers.

“thank you, lovie. it looks great.” you smiled and he carefully placed the tray on your lap, crawling up next to you.

“anything for you, lune.” he spoke with a kiss to your lips.

that was how the morning progressed, bites of pancake shared here and there, syrup flavored kisses peppered in between.

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

haz’s wet chest was pressed against your back in the bath. the room scented vanilla and filled to the brim with bubbles and candlelight.

“what do you want to do later today, haz?”

“anything you like sweetness, you’re the birthday girl.”

“hmm, nothing planned big guy?” you teased, and he splashed a little water on your exposed torso.

“of course i do… but, it’s still your day, you can do whatever you want.” he replied, pressing kisses to your neck.

“whatever i want?”

“mmhmm, have whatever, do whatever… have me do whatever you want… to you” he spoke, voice deep and kisses hard.

your heart rate picked up, sure he could sense it as he pressed his tongue to your pressure point, gasping you consented with “i like the sound of that”

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

“haz… can you at least slow down???”

“sorry! sorry! it’s not my fault i swear!” he retorted, swerving in and out of his lane.

“yeah well i can’t exactly tell now can i?” you snapped, feeling around the blindfold he insisted you wore

“hey! don’t mess with it! we’re almost there!” harrison looked over at you and worried his bottom lip in nervousness. the location was only down the road and every possibility was running through his head. did he invite enough of your friends? sure you got along with his housemates and coworkers, but he didn’t want you to feel awkward at your own party. was it too much, would you feel too pressured?

he turned into the parking lot and took a deep breath, you were here now, so it was now or never. “can i take it off now?”

“yes, sweetness.”

you yanked it off and immediately looked around, face contorting in confusion.

“cmon, it’s around the corner.” he grabbed your hand and started to make his way.

“i- i hope you like it. if you don’t that’s fine, we can do something else. i swear! no pressure really, this, this is really just an idea. but i thought it seemed fun, so i, yeah, again, i just hope you like it.” he rambled, about to add on another reassurance that you could leave whenever you wanted when your gasp interrupted him.

“woah…” you took in the field before you. fair games, food trucks, rides and even a ferris wheel covered the entire ground. your friends already enjoying the festivities.

“haz this… this is amazing…” your head snapped towards his as you thew yourself into his arms. “th-thank you so much, oh my god!”

harrison knew that if you weren’t anchoring him in that moment, he would’ve floated to heaven. you were so sweet and happy, he was more than elated.

“it’s all for you, babe. let’s go enjoy, yeah?” he said, pride running through his veins at the good job he did.

you found your friends, all giving you bear hugs and dragging you away from harrison to go on rides. he didn’t mind, he got to spend all day with you, and you were too good not to share.

he sat at one of the picnic benches as tom brought over two slices of pizza. “mate, i gotta say, this is fucking awesome”

harrison beamed at him at the compliment. “yeah i know!”

tom laughed and shook his head, “wanna call you a smug div, but honestly, y’should be proud of yourself.”

harrison felt his cheeks warm at his friends words. “thanks mate, i- i’m just glad she likes it.”

tom let out a *whapush* noise, “so whipped.” and harrison just rolled his eyes, but bit back any denials. he was whipped for you. not only did the thousands in pounds he spent for tonight prove it, but the way his heart danced in his chest at the mere though of you, did too.

“yeah, i guess i am” he smirked, meeting tom in a fist bump and beelined towards you.

you felt his arms wrap around your waist from behind as you spoke to your friend, her eyes lighting up at the scene.

“mind if i steal her for a moment?” he asked, giving your friend his best puppy eyes, to which she giggled and shook her head, sending you a wink on her way.

“y’alright, birthday girl?” he muttered, head buried in your neck.

“more than alright. thank you again haz, i really, i really don’t know how i can make this up to you.”

he spun you around in his arms and gave you a passionate kiss, trying to convey all his love through it, hopefully telling you that you didn’t have to make anything up to him, that he’d buy you the earth if it’d make you smile.”

when he pulled away, you stared up at him like he was a figure from your dreams and he thinks you understood him.

“cmon, let’s go on the ferris wheel!”

“lead the way, lune.”

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

the night sky surrounded you both as you at at the top of the ferris wheel, looking down at the city.

“so…,” harrison began. you hummed in response and he squeezed your clasped hands together.

“so there's this tradition. a law, really. i have to kiss you as many times as your age. so prepare yourself, babe.”

you laughed and scooted impossibly closer to him, “oh yeah?”

“mmhmm! now remember, i don’t make the laws, only enforce them.”

he began to count upwards from one and kiss your lips. some soft and light, others held out and leaving you a little breathless.

“so many kisses tonight, i love it”

“well there’s more where that came from.” he said, “now where was i? oh right, 16…”

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neocrush · 4 years

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to the fools who dream.

pairing: idol!renjun x fem!trainee!reader

prompt: when two fools with the same dream collide and tragically fall for each other. except, one has already achieved said dream. the other is willing to sacrifice everything in able to reach that same dream. through experiencing love and heartbreak for the first time, they learn to separate dream and reality.

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TEASER UNDER THE CUT.

“Five, six, seven, eight!” The dance teacher counted to the beats of Boss Bitch by Doja Cat. You kept a strong gaze, looking at your dancing figure on the mirror. You and your fellow trainees squatted on the ground as you stayed in that position, waiting for your respective solo parts. As your solo part came, you stood up and gracefully went to the center. After sixteen counts, everyone else stood up as you led them into the chorus. As the song ends, you stayed still in your ending pose. You and Saerin’s heavy breathing being the only audible thing to your ears.

Your ending pose included you perching one arm up her right shoulder as both your bodies faced each other, meanwhile your actual faces faced the floor. “Good job, girls! That’s a wrap for dance practice today!” The man who previously had a stern face, smiled proudly at your hard work. “Your managers told me that none of you have any extra classes or training after this one. Therefore, you are allowed to go back to your dorms. Rest up, tomorrow is the monthly evaluation.”

All twelve of you bowed as your dance teacher left the practice room. “Finally..” Haryeong sighed, collapsing to the floor as she sprawled her body in a funny manner.

“I’m so nervous. I-I don’t think I’m ready for tomorrow’s evaluations.” Hannah stuttered. She was fairly new to the company, so her being extremely nervous for her first evaluations wasn’t that surprising to any of you. What surprised you, was that she started crying. Jaera, the eldest female trainee engulfed her in a motherly-like hug. She wiped the tears that fell onto the gray-haired girl’s cheeks away.

“Hannah, look at me,” She softly spoke. The younger girl looked up, indicating that she was listening to her elder. “You’re going to do amazing. I know that for a fact. I’m not just saying this because we’re friends or because I’m trying to cheer you up. You are truly talented and hardworking. You entered this company without knowing how to count beats and stay on key. That was nearly a month ago. Now you’re up for the Main Dancer position and our vocal coach praises you on the daily. Heck, you even started rapping! Do you see what I’m trying to say? Your hardwork won’t go to waste. None of ours will.” The speaking girl looked around at her fellow trainees. Some of you starting to tear up a bit.

She continued, “I say this with all my heart. We all deserve to debut. When the time comes, our company will realize that our talent and hardwork can’t go to waste. If they fail to do so, then they’re missing out on so much potential.” The sobbing girls wiped their tears as they laughed at Jaera’s last line. Sumin pulled everyone into a hug as you cherished this moment, knowing it won’t forever be like this.

The hug fell apart as Wonchae’s phone buzzed, receiving a call from one of your managers. Soon enough you all bid your goodbyes, as you were travelling in different cars to your dorms. Everyone walked to building’s main lobby and black vans arrived. It was 3:58 AM and you were in need of rest. As you put your white mask on, you heard a voice call out your name. You turned around and immediately removed your mask, bowing at the person who was nearing you. “Yoongi-sunbae, hello.” You properly greeted your senior.

“Ah, good thing you’re here. The CEO wants to see you.” You widened your eyes at what the taller man had just told you. “Don’t worry, it’s probably nothing bad.” He chuckled at your tense figure. “I should probably tell-” “No, no, it’s okay. They already know.” He reassured as he cut you off mid-sentence. “I can walk you there. My practice room is on the same floor.” You firmly nodded at his suggestion. “Let me just get some iced coffee, which is what I initially was going to do.” You both chuckle as you trailed behind him to the vending machine and to the 12th floor via elevator.

You walked through the spacey hallway that led to the CEO’s office. Yoongi took a turn as he opened a door that revealed six boys chaotically doing shenanigans in a big practice room. You just chuckled at the sight of the six hyperactive men you had to deal with since you were a mere child. “Y/n! Hi!” A deep but cheerful voice that belonged to none other than Taehyung joyfully called out your name as he energetically waved at you from a distance. “Hi Taetae-sunbae!” You smiled ear-to-ear and waved.

“See you soon? Good luck for the evaluations tomorrow by the way.” Yoongi calmly voiced out.

“Oh, Thank you, sunbae. See you soon!” You bid your goodbyes as you properly bowed - he was your senior afterall. You continued your mini journey to the CEO’s office as you walked straight towards the end of the hall.

You were now face-to-face with the door that led to the CEO’s office. The words ‘BANG SI HYUK’ on top of ‘CEO of BigHit Entertainment’ with big, golden letters and a bold font were plastered on the big white door. It was quite intimidating - you must say.

You entered the room full of hesitation and got lost in your see of thoughts, until a man voiced out. “Ah, y/n. I have been waiting for you.” Your boss, Bang Sihyuk, smiled softly. You bowed, “Hello, sir. I apologize for being late.” “It’s alright. Take a seat.” He pulled out a chair that was in front of his large desk, gesturing for you to sit on it. “Thank you, sir.” You took a seat, smiling at his extremely kind gesture. He took a seat on his large leather chair, facing you from the other side of his desk.

“It’s very late right now, so I’m not going to keep you here for a long time. I’ll just get to the point, okay?” The middle-aged started as you firmly nodded.

“You have been training with us since you were 12 years old. When you auditioned, I saw the talent and potential in you. I knew you were going to become a star one day. An extremely successful one. You are very talented and hardworking. You already know that, of course. Everybody in BigHit does. Even our cleaning staff.” You both chuckled at his comedic remark.

He continued with a more serious tone, “I’ve watched you grow into an amazing artist. There was never a day where you would let me down. After every performance, you always remind me why I accepted you into the company in the first place. You never fail to improve. To be better. To be stronger. You are extremely independent for someone your age and you should be proud of that. But most importantly, you are passionate and humble. Wherever you go in life, remember to keep those core traits as they will always bring good things to you. I, as your boss, am extremely proud of you and the person you’ve become.”

You smile at the amount of compliments that you were being showered with by one of the most important people in your life and career.

“I made a deal with SM Entertainment.”

Your smile altered to a confused-type-of-look as the words that had just rolled out of the man’s tongue irked you in a way. It wasn’t that you hated SM Entertainment, they were just - a joke - to your company. Your fellow trainees who were in the same class as some of the SM trainees would always talk about how celebrity-like they acted. The girls would joke about how self-centered they were here and there. Of course, you just stood there and listened. You went to an international school and trained almost your whole life, resulting in you almost never interacting with trainees from other companies. Hence, not knowing how they behaved in real life. The only exception was when you appeared in Stray Kids’ music video for God’s Menu. Then again, they weren’t trainees.

“They have decided to transfer a male trainee from their company. He wasn’t exactly fit for their company, but I saw lots of potential in him. They didn’t want to properly let him go. They weren’t going to risk losing another trainee. Therefore, they proposed a deal.”

I think know where this is going.

“Our team had a meeting with their team. We showed them all of the latest monthly evaluations. They decided that they were going to select one of our trainees to be transferred to train at their company and vice versa.”

Oh no, it’s actually happening.

“With lots thinking and negotiation. They chose you. You’ll be picked up by your new manager here at around 8 AM. Y/n, I truly believe that you are going to be an amazing artist. No matter which company you are under. I have faith in you, y/n.”

You were tearing up, “So is this goodbye? An end to years of training here? My home?”

Bang Sihyuk replied, “This isn’t me completely letting you go. It isn’t an end to anything. It’s the start of something wonderful. You are extremely talented, passionate, kind, hardworking, and humble. Whichever company you are in won’t matter. You are an amazing individual and you know it.” The chubbier man had engulfed you in a warm hug. “BigHit will always welcome you with open arms. Whenever you’re feeling empty, you know we’re here for you. You know the boys will do everything to protect their sister, right?”

You nodded into the hug as you pulled away and smiled, “I’ll do my best. I always will. It’s what you taught me.”

“Show ‘em SM kids how they raised you in Bighit!” you laughed at the man, who in a few hours, won’t be your boss anymore.

You spent the few remaining hours of being under the company you grew up in with the members of BTS and TXT. Together, you ate ungodly amounts of Spicy Ramyeon while reminiscing the boys’ trainee days with you.

Oh, how you were going to miss your brothers.

a/n: no nct yet sorry! but we need this for character building :)) did your faves make an appearance/get mentioned?

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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 4 years

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Meeting and Dating Eddie Birdlace

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(I can’t promise that these are historically accurate. Also, I didn’t really change Eddie and Roses first date because I love that sort of ‘do whatever looks fun’ kind of date.)

- You met Eddie while he was getting his military physical. You were working as a nurse, giving different exams to the soldiers when he was first ushered to your station. The instant he saw you he blurted out something akin to “Jesus Christ” because dear lord you were an angel.

- Poor you had to deal with all four B’s in a row, but you had to admit that you didn’t mind dealing with Birdlace... mainly because he was speechless for a hot minute, unsure of what to say to a girl like you. He needed to make a good first impression, think, think, thi—

“You have nice eyes.” Great job Einstein. Even though he was internally cursing at himself, you seemed to think it was somewhat endearing.

“Well thank you. Perhaps we should check if you do too.” You joked as you led him over to the eye examinations.

- Now that the ice was broken he finally tried to “work his magic”, complimenting you and trying to make conversation. It was really quite hard to concentrate on what you were doing. So finally you just pressed a finger to his lips and asked if you agreeing to go out with him would make him stay quiet. He smiled and pretended to zip his lips, finishing his exam without a hitch.

“What time do you get to leave here?” He asked after you were finished writing down his results. You stifled a laugh and told him to pick you up from your house at six.

- He may or may not have arrived half an hour early and literally beat you there. Although to be fair, it was kind of nice coming home to a handsome man, holding flowers he bought for you on your front step. Good thing you only really needed to change your clothes and touch yourself up.

- For your first date, the two of you went on a nice little adventure around town. You sort of just wandered and talked until you found something you wanted to do, did it, then wandered some more. It was still the best date you’ve ever been on even if, in theory, it might not sound the greatest.

- Your first kiss is that same day, or rather night by the time you get back home. You’re standing on your front step with him, not really wanting to part from each other but knowing you have to since you have work in the morning. The two of you are just kind of muttering to each other, getting a bit closer inch by inch until he finally closes the distance and presses a soft kiss on your lips.

- ...Which prompted you to invite him inside. And, well, let’s just say he’s spent many nights (and days) there ever since.

- In his eyes you’re a proper lady and he wants to treat you like one so he tends to keep his pda light. Little touches, handholding, quick kisses, laying his head in your lap or having you lean your head on his shoulder, things like that.

- He likes being able to call you “his girl” especially to other people. Another common nickname is darling but he usually uses it sarcastically or when he’s overacting.

- The flattery king. He’s constantly complimenting you and occasionally trying to butter you up.

- Arcade dates.

- Going to different diners together.

- Forehead kisses, nose kisses, eyelid kisses, corner of the mouth kisses, head kisses, just so many kisses, he doesn’t stop. And hell you don’t want him to.

- He thinks you deserve only the best and he’s determined to give it to you.

- He thinks you’re an angel and that the world doesn’t deserve you. Whenever you get upset/insecure he’ll tell you that and you’ll just have to believe him because he isn’t one for poetic shit like that.

- He tries to act like a gentleman when you’re around, holding open doors for you and pulling out your chair.

- Although he isn’t great at it, he does try to stop cursing in front of you even if you don’t particularly have a problem with it.

- In theory, he’s pretty good with the ladies, but when it really comes down to it he doesn’t know what you want. He always tries his best to think of things you’d like but he ends up second guessing himself at least once, wondering if it’s just a myth that women like this or that.

- If you ever get dressed up just know that you’ll make him nearly speechless. All he can say is the same compliment over and over, all the while laughing because he feels like a fool but doesn’t know what else to say.

- He’s very skilled at sneaking in through your window but the instant he gets inside he’s a bit of a clumsy bastard. You always have to make sure the areas clear because if there’s anything there he will trip.

- Late night walks and adventures.

- A lot of the time he just decides what you’ll do on the spot whenever you’re hanging out together.

- Early morning goodbyes.

- If you don’t have to get up early with him he’ll leave little notes on your pillow before he goes so that he can say goodbye without waking you.

- Going dancing.

- One day the two of you were on a walk and he just decided that anytime you passed a flower vender he’d buy you a bouquet. You ended up going home with your arms full of different kinds of colorful flowers. So yeah, getting flowers from him is a pretty common occurance.

- He’d honestly spend his last penny on you without a complaint. You have to make sure he isn’t going broke over you.

- Eddies kind of neurotic. He gets really into his emotions and whatever he’s doing so you’ll sometimes have to reassure him that everything’s okay and that whatever’s happening really isn’t a big deal.

- Hes constantly a man on a mission, always scheming and coming up with things on the spot. Sometimes it’s tiresome but most of the time it’s fun to be his “partner in crime”.

- You always have the time of your life with him.

- He always likes learning new things about you or feeing like he has a good grasp on who you are. He tends to ask a lot of questions about your interests and life, wanting to pinpoint what it is about you that drives him crazy.

- Showing each other different places/things that are important to you. It especially makes him happy when you do because he feels like it’s a sign of how important he is to you.

- Riding the bus and pointing things out to each other from the window.

- He demands people respect you. If they don’t he has no problem making a problem.

- He gets a little shy whenever you give him a compliment. He gives you a quiet little “thanks” as he tries to hold back his smile, his cheeks and ears turning a light shade of red.

- Calling him a “Jarhead”.

- Visiting playgrounds together late at night. The two of you usually just sit on the swings and talk.

- He likes playing with and stroking your hair whenever the two of you are relaxing together.

- Shy, chaste kisses that he just can’t stop giving you. He’s practically addicted to kissing you.

- His friends are pretty much just as bad with women as he is but they try to act decent around you because they can see how much Eddie likes you. They’re all secretly a bit jealous that he managed to score a girl like you.

- Eddie doesn’t fall for girls very often so if the two of you are dating then he’s really invested in you. That means whenever some guy tries to “act all friendly” with you he can’t help but see it as a threat to your relationship. You’re his dream girl, he isn’t gonna let some suave, proper little boy steal you away from him.

- There’s two kinds of jealous Eddie: the passive aggressive one and the just plain aggressive one. When he’s being passive aggressive he’ll act pleasant enough but there’s always this uncomfortable underlying connotation to his words and actions. He’ll “tease” the guy but it’s mostly just insults disguised as jokes and the narrowing of his eyes isn’t lost on anybody.

- Dealing with aggressively jealous Eddie is just as bad as you think it is. He will threaten someone, he will fight someone, and he will win. Although to be fair it is kind of hot when he’s all disheveled and panting after a fight but I digress.

- He’s good at diffusing the fights that the two of you get into, mostly because he never really means to start trouble and genuinely apologizes whenever he does so accidentally. If his usual apologies don’t work then he’ll let you take some time to cool off but will ultimately try his hand at apologizing again, always giving you the choice to brush him off.

- He goes through great lengths to make things up to you and get you to forgive him because he always feels so shitty about the situation; at least when it’s his fault. He can definitely hold a grudge, even when it comes to you, so you definitely have to flat out apologize when you’re in the wrong, no dancing around it or waiting for him to just forget the fight ever happened.

- Long hugs.

- Playing with his hands and tracing his tattoos.

- Getting him to ease up on his drinking.

- Occasionally feeling embarrassed when you’re out with him in public. To be fair, he has a bad habit of acting obnoxiously loud and rambunctious, especially when he’s on one of his revenge missions.

- You kind of civilize him in a way, teaching him how to get respect and to let things go as well as any other skills he might have lost while in basic training or never had to begin with.

- Listening to his marine stories.

- Writing letters to each other when he’s deployed.

- Getting the surprise of your life when he shows up on your doorstep after the war ends, nervously holding his hat in his hands and nearly breaking down once he sees your face.

- Pulling him into a tight hug without a word.

- Kissing his scars and helping him with his leg whenever he needs it.

- He wants to see you get the most out of life and experience everything you ever dreamed of.

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bird-in-a-cage · 4 years

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Found the ones with the horniest vibes for me! 39, 62, 103, 114, 127, 149. You know e x a c t l y what I want bby 😌😏 -CockAsInTheBird

Hi bby!

As one of my biggest supporters, and with how many prompts you gave me, you’re getting two fills. For the first one, well, you’ll see. Hope you enjoy!

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#62 - It’s okay, they’re he’s gone now. #149 I just want to look at you

2k | dead dove do not eat | murder ahoy.

Part I is here

Serial Killer AU Part II

“If you could kill anyone, who would it be?” Steve asked casually, passing back the shared cigarette, smoke filling the air between them like barely there fog. Billy was laying down, plaid sheets bunched around his middle, looking up at a popcorn ceiling, shaggy brunette hair and dangerously calm amber eyes. Billy took what was left of the cigarette and inhaled slowly, but he didn’t have to think of an answer. He knew. Had known for years, if given the chance, who he would kill without a second thought. Had spent nights thinking about it over and over again.

“My dad.”

Those dangerous eyes twinkled in the dark, the only light coming from a lamp sitting on the nightstand, casting the room in a too bright orange glow. A smirk started to grow on Steve’s face, half hidden by shadows, the wheels starting to turn. He shifted, sank more under the sheets from his sitting position up against the headboard until he was on his side, propped up by an elbow, reached across the small space and thumbed Billy’s jaw tenderly like a lover would. It was little touches that pulled Billy more under his spell, little soft words here and there. Affirmations he was doing something good for the first time in his life.

He was good. After all this time.

“I think that sounds like a fun date night, don’t you?” Steve’s hand crept up to hold Billy’s cheek, cupping it softly, brushing his fingers over the bone underneath, tracing his skull like that’s all Steve could see. Was all he was interested in. “And you were so helpful with my little Hagan problem, I think you deserve it.”

Tommy had been three days ago. Billy drove. That’s what he did now. Drove Steve around wherever he wanted to go. Helped whenever he needed it. Mostly loading and unloading. Holding people down. Being the muscle. Keeping people quiet. Making sure their eyes were open. Steve liked that. Liked people watching him work. Liked to see the will to fight turn limp and tearful upon realisation.

Tommy never locked his door. Never had apparently. Steve had been in his house many times. Knew exactly where to find him, knew his mom was working out of town for a week after a little reconnaissance. Steve was still the town’s darling after all. Tommy put up more of a fight than most. Almost got away if Billy didn’t stop him at the door. Because he did that now too. Kept watch. Kept watch for cops and onlookers. Nosey neighbours. Made sure no one got away. No possible loose ends that would need to be tied up.

He'd looked up at Billy so betrayed.

Steve stabbed Tommy fourteen times in the kitchen of the Hagan house. One for every year they had been friends. The last one was in the heart, so powerful Billy heard a rib crack from the other side of the room.

Disobeying the King had broken Steve’s heart. So he had to break Tommy's in return.

Blood was everywhere. Steve was covered in it as he panted over Tommy’s body, choking and gurgling on the last few moments of life. Looking up at them both helplessly, like maybe this was just a nightmare and he'd wake up soon. Steve waited until all was silent, got to his feet and set the knife on the kitchen table, regained his composure and swept his hair back with a bloody hand and a deep sigh. During the act he looked manic. Possessed by pure evil. Eyes wild and crazy. Unblinking. Not missing a single moment of his own handiwork.

“I don’t want Mrs Hagan to find this, she was always nice to me," he said calmly, eyes never leaving Tommy’s body. It was an order without the words.

Clean this up.

So Billy did, without question. Grabbed rubber marigolds and bleach from under the sink and scrubbed and scrubbed until the kitchen was sparkling again. Tommy was rolled up into a bedsheet and dumped like old luggage in the trunk of the BMW. Billy drove them out to the outskirts of town when it was nearly dawn, a little side road Steve had picked out especially. He liked to display. What he was doing was art at the most carnal level.

"We used to come here when he was wanting to experiment," he explained calmly, like he wasn't propping up the body of his former friend against a rock for a hiker to stumble across on their morning trail. "Wasn't gay if it was out of town. It's not gay if you don't take it Stevie."

Billy had just smoked. Kept the engine running for the headlights and watched. He could have ended everything right there. Crushed the maniac under the wheels and ran. Someone would surely believe his story. He was innocent. But he didn't. He just stood and smoked. Waited.

Internally, he'd been trying to convince himself this was all for self preservation. Billy knew he was on Steve's imaginary list. He had to have been. Everyone else had been picked off and there wasn't a single hope he wasn't next. But Steve never said a word about it. Never gave off a look or an attitude that he was even contemplating it. He gave Billy smiles and compliments, reassurances that everything was okay, Billy was good at this, that he needed Billy's help, couldn’t do it without him. And something deep deep down clung to those kind, blood soaked words.

Billy had never been told he was good before. Always a bad kid, a troublemaker, only fit for a chain gang. Even in elementary school. Good grades but a poor attitude. Constantly in the way of everyone's good time, fit for nothing. So many times he'd heard his father's rage towards him, both in front of and behind his back. Cruel words snarled like Billy was nothing but an old dog that just wouldn't die. Didn’t fit in with the new family. A ghost from the past.

Steve told him he was good. Almost constantly. And he’d never really liked Tommy that much anyway.

With how those dark eyes glittered in the dark of Steve's room, looking directly into Billy's very soul, calling to him like a siren in the middle of a storm, a date night sounded like a great idea.

***

Max and Susan were away for the weekend. Billy remembered it being on the family calendar pinned to the wall by the door the last time he was home. The day of Nancy. Written in bold black ink and circled three times. They were visiting some aunt or cousin or whatever. Billy hadn't really been paying attention to the conversation other than when the phrase 'boy's weekend' innocently left Susan's lips and Billy's very core turned the ice at the thought of there being absolutely no barrier between him and his father’s rage for three whole days.

A lot had changed since then.

For as much as Billy detested his father, he knew his routine. An ex military man. Always kept impeccable timing. It had gotten Billy in trouble more than once. Being a minute late for curfew and having to spend the night freezing in his car, shivering under a leather jacket and not much else.

He could feel Steve practically vibrating with excitement in the passenger seat as Billy cut the engine pulling up to Cherry Lane. He squeezed Billy's thigh firm but tender. Reassuring but serious.

Don’t back out now.

"You ready for this stud?"

Billy could only nod looking up at the house and what he knew what inside. It was late and a Saturday night. Neil would be passed out on the couch in front of whatever movie was on tv, half drunk on warm beer if Billy wasn’t there to be the punching bag.

He wasn't scared. Wasn't really thinking about the consequences of all of this. This was revenge now. Payback. For years of abuse both mental and physical. For being beaten down and made to feel lower than dirt. For every foul word and sharp backhand. For every dinnerless evening and night alone willing himself not to sob into a pillow because boys don't cry William. For being made and twisted into a creature that was now beyond human, beyond all control, but Steve understood.

They shared the same soul, the same creature. It rattled around them deep inside. Jerked and pulled and warped and swelled and became unstoppable. Billy just needed someone to unlock the cage. Steve had the key that fit perfectly.

Billy squeezed Steve's hand before they left the car. Billy still had keys even though he hadn't been home in close to a month. No one came looking for him. He didn't expect them to. He very well could have been dead in a ditch the way the body count was growing and the cops were being incompetent. But it all just added fuel to the fire.

The entire time Steve's grin was delicious. That same manic look back in his eyes that was always there when they did this. Like a shark when there was blood in the water. It made Billy’s heart flutter. For this one they swapped places. Managed to get the surprise swoop and have Neil pinned with a hand over his mouth before he could properly register what was happening. Before he could spit one last drop of venom in Billy's direction.

Steve had given him back his switchblade. A present for being so loyal and helpful. A sign of trust that it would never be used on himself. Billy twisted it into his father's neck with no remorse. Buried the blade so deep it hit bone. The gush and waterfall of blood was warm on them both. Billy stepped back from it to watch realisation and anger and then abject hopelessness wash through steely eyes that had been nothing but cruel his whole life. Steve laughed. Cackled towards the ceiling, biting his lip like a schoolgirl. Made sure to get blood on his hands like he was washing them under a wild spring. Billy felt some drip off his cheek, stain his shirt as he just panted, heart hammering in his chest and thrumming through his bones as Neil was let go to twitch and die on the carpet. Finally gone.

Steve took Billy's head in his hands gently, cupping his jaw and thumbing up to his cheeks. Everything was slick and warm. Spreading blood everywhere that had been clean. Marking his teritory.

"Oh baby, I just wanna look at you, I'm so proud of you!" Steve spoke comfortingly. Like a mother would after their kid won a third grade spelling bee. His eyes sparkled like diamonds. He was genuinely proud of what Billy had done. And that made Billy warm inside. Emotions mixed and twisted as it sunk in what Billy had done. He was crying a few solitary tears before he knew it, but they were gently brushed away by caressing thumbs.

"Hey, hey its okay, he’s gone now" Steve cooed. "The first is always the hardest. Especially if it's family."

That had been Steve's first. His own father. He'd confessed one night in bed, both of them sweaty and hard. Like talking about this kind of thing was a turn on. It certainly was for Steve. Made him hard as a rock. He muttered his sins into the back of Billy's neck as he fucked into his protege so vigorously the headboard slammed off the wall and threatened to snap. Scraping his teeth over tanned skin as he let memories fly. About how he'd poisoned his father and just watched him convulce on the hallway floor. Just watched as the man begged for help but received nothing but the cold eyes of his own sixteen year old son.

He always came hard to that story, knuckles white, fingers digging into Billy’s hips and leaving bruises for days.

Billy tucked his head into Steve's neck, wrapped his arms around the thinner waist and let himself be held in return. Let himself be kissed. Let himself taste copper pennies and iron and smoke and spearmint gum from an hour before. And excitement. Let himself be pushed up against the wall of the hallway he'd walked through countless times and feel his partner hard against his hip. Let thighs slot together and bodies start rutting. Both running on adrenaline and excitement as a slain monster lay defeated on the floor. No longer part of the story. Groans being eaten. Hair being pulled. Bodies running tighter and tighter until the inevitable conclusion and cum soaked denim aftermath.

Steve panted warm against Billy’s temple, lips stained and swollen. Before this would have never been allowed. Never ever. Now Billy was free. Unchained. Knew deep in his heart and his head he would follow Steve to the ends of the earth as thanks for this wonderful gift. Words would never be able to describe how grateful he was.

It was the best day of his life.

#harringrove #my writing #serial killer au #billy x steve #dead dove do not eat #tw: murder #tw: blood #tw: horror #tw: gore

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Undercover maid

This... got away from me like the rest but in my defence, it’s not exactly an easy prompt to work with...

It was supposed to have been a relatively simple operation.

At their core, the Gands were no different from all the other filthy rich families that had gained their obscene amounts of wealth through shady deals and other questionable means. The FBI had taken their kind down before a hundred times and there would be a hundred more others just like them long after they had been shipped off to jail where they belonged.

When Kara had been chosen to go undercover as a maid in their household, she had treated it like any other assignment of this type she had undertaken before. Routines, business schedules, even favourite restaurants... She had memorised every bit of information the FBI had on each Gand on the off chance that it would come in handy in the unlikeliest of situations.

Naturally, that had also meant learning everything she could about Michael Gand, the only son of Lars and Rhea Gand.

If 'Frat Boy of the Universe' was an award that actually existed, she was sure that he would win it hands down... and keep winning it year after year without fail at least until he died of alcohol poisoning, a drug overdose or some other health issue brought on by his degenerate lifestyle. In fact, his only redeeming qualities seemed to be that he was sensible enough not to drive while drunk and his apparent lack of involvement in his parents' illegal activities.

“He's also hot as hell,” her colleague Eve had added with an impish smirk while waving one of his surveillance photos in Kara's face. “Don't forget the most important part.”

How that was in any way relevant had escaped Kara but she was used to Eve making such inappropriate remarks and had just rolled her eyes at that. Whether Michael looked like a modern day Adonis or the Hunchback of Notre Dame had no bearing on her assignment and once she had made her way into the Gand household, she was just going to avoid him whenever possible. Considering his reputation as an unapologetic womaniser, he would probably try to seduce her – not that she would ever fall for his sleazy charm, of course – and quite possibly cause her nothing but trouble until the very end.

Less than a week after she had started her undercover assignment, that prejudiced view of him had not just been challenged but rather nearly obliterated in its entirety.

She had no idea how the FBI had missed the domestic abuse during their initial surveillance but it was impossible for her not to notice when it was happening right in front of her on an almost daily basis.

When Lars and Rhea had been nothing more than profiles and pictures to her, Kara had already despised them on principle. Now that she had seen how they treated their own son, however, she wanted to be the one to personally shove them into their jail cells.

Rhea was undeniably the crueller of the two with her nearly constant barrage of disparaging remarks that cut deeper than any blade could achieve. If anything, the occasional slaps that reverberated throughout the Gand mansion were nothing compared to the verbal abuse she heaped on Michael at every opportunity. Sometimes, it seemed as if she treated him worse than she did any of her servants... or even all of them combined.

Suddenly, all the alcohol, drugs and one night stands made an unsettling amount of sense.

It wasn't long before Kara had gone from wanting nothing to do with Michael Gand to wishing for his sake that he had been born into any other family – born to parents who actually loved him and didn't seem to treat hurting him as their favourite hobby.

But the tipping point – the change of heart she had never seen coming – had been one night when he had stumbled in dead drunk and she had been the only one still awake at that late hour.

He had mumbled about everything from whether he had left his jacket at the bar – he was wearing it – to how insanely blue her eyes were – like comets, he had slurred – as she had all but dragged him up to his room to sleep it off. His clumsy compliment had shocked her not because she hadn't expected it – he was a notorious flirt, after all – but rather because... because... she hadn't minded it.

Of course, that potentially world-altering realisation had taken a back seat when he had proceeded to follow up that compliment with a very shocking and rather lucid confession: He knew about his parents' illegal dealings – not everything but enough to actually put them away for a substantially long time – and he wished he had the courage to stand up to them about it instead of constantly running away and trying to pretend everything was fine.

Then he had finally fallen asleep, leaving her with a dilemma that kept growing until it had presented her with a very ill-advised solution.

When he had sought her out the next morning while she was cleaning one of the mansion's many rooms to apologise for his behaviour, she had taken the biggest gamble of her life and revealed her true identity. She had confessed that her name was not Linda Lee but rather Kara Danvers and she was an FBI agent trying to uncover evidence that would bring his parents to justice. While he had been stunned silent, she had taken the opportunity to go through with her highly unorthodox and risky proposal: try and convince him to testify against his parents.

“I know what I'm asking of you is something unthinkable,” she had said, “but you told me yourself last night: You know what they're doing is wrong and you want to stop them. I can help you do that. I know you don't believe it, Michael, but there's a good man somewhere deep down inside you – a good man who deserves a second chance instead of suffering the same fate as his parents when the law finally catches up to them. All you have to do is trust me and work with me.”

He had stared blankly at her for an inordinate amount of time before simply turning on his heels without saying another word. Panic had set in quickly after that – Had she miscalculated? Was he going to warn his parents? What were the chances that the operation had just been sabotaged beyond salvation by her own hand and she was going to end up a rotting corpse in the river? – but it was too late; all she had been able to do was pray that she had been right about him even as she had begun wondering if she needed to tender her resignation when she could finally go back to the office.

Several nerve-wracking days where he had avoided her like the plague had passed before he sought her out again in the laundry room while his parents were out of town. “Hey,” he greeted her softly, startling her so much she let out a short shriek as she spun around to face him. “Sorry, I... I didn't mean to scare you.”

“N-No, it's fine. I was just... a little tense.” She took in the way he looked – tired, worn out and a far cry from the playboy persona he usually put on to mask his pain – and her still racing heart ached for him. There was a small voice at the back of her head telling her that she was crossing a line she shouldn't – had possibly already crossed it a long time ago, even – but she found she was past caring about that. “You didn't tell your parents about me.”

His haggard expression twisted into one of bewildered hurt. “They would've killed you. I couldn't...” He squeezed his eyes shut and turned away. “I'd never be able to live with myself.”

“I know,” she rushed to reassure him with an outstretched hand, her feet already taking her a few steps closer to him before she was even aware of it. “I'm sorry I implied you would. You... I meant what I said about you being a good man, Michael, and a good man wouldn't do something like that.”

He let out a noise that vaguely resembled a laugh. “You believing that makes one of us.” Then his distorted mirth disappeared as quickly as it had manifested and his expression became pained again. “They're my parents.”

It was a loaded statement filled with more emotions than those three words had any right to possess. “I understand,” she said gently, aware that her response was worth so little it was almost a mockery even though there really was nothing else she could offer.

The flicker of gratitude in his blue-grey eyes when he met her gaze again showed he appreciated the gesture anyway, much to her quiet relief. “So... What happens now?”

“I'll have to contact my superiors and then... we'll see.” Taking another ill-advised gamble albeit of a different kind, she closed the distance between them and grasped his hand. “But no matter what, I promise I'll be with you every step of the way, okay? We're going to get through this. Together.”

“...Okay.” He looked so much like a lost puppy as he slowly turned the hand she was holding around so that they were palm to palm that she was seized with the urge to hug him as tightly as she could and tell him that she would never let him be hurt again. “Then... I'm in your hands, Kara.”

#karamel #prompt fic #anon

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