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pabosontheloose · 3 years

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Work For You (Baekhyun)

WC: 3.0k

TW: None? Neglect?

“Baby?” Baekhyun’s loud, cheerful voice rang throughout the apartment, the sound being followed by his shoes clunking on the floor as he took them off.

“I’m in the kitchen!” you called back, one hand still stirring the hot milk inside the pot while the other was turning off the heat. From behind, Baekhyun came up and wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing his chest against your back. Immediately, his cologne filled the atmosphere, easing your shoulders as he planted a light kiss on your cheek.

“Hey Cutie, whatcha makin’?” he asked into your ear, eyes peering down at the pot that had steam emitting from it.

“Some hot chocolate, I figured you’d want some after a long day. Go sit.” you asked, to grab the two cups that were on the counter. You can hear the little claps of his hands behind you as he moved to sit on at the table. Unbeknownst to you as you were carefully pouring hot milk into two mugs, he was sitting with his cheek resting on his palm, eyes hooded and lips pulled into a smile that he couldn’t stop if he tried.

He was silently observing you move around. His heart was pounding in his ears as he watched you simply place the pan into the sink and grab two spoons from the rack. When you turned around, he grinned and reached out to grab one of the two mugs in your hands so you can settle down on the chair next to him.

“How was the studio?” you asked. Your legs came up to cross themselves under the table, carefully blowing on your beverage to cool it down. He went to stir the chocolate in his cup before looking at you.

“We’re planning on recording a new solo album. We sampled a few sounds today. At some point Chanyeol came in to help out. My ass is so sore from sitting all day.” he whined a little, lips pulled out into a small pout before he carefully took a sip.

“Oh a new album? That’s so exciting! What’s it about?” you asked, leaning in. He made a motion of zipping his lips and locking it with a smile, shaking his head.

“I can’t leak that information baby, tsk tsk, you should know better than that. Let’s go cuddle on the couch.” he went to stand up and followed you to the living room where the two of you turned on the TV and set it onto a random show. Although neither of you were paying any attention as little kisses were stolen from time to time during the conversations that were had.

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From: Baek the loml 💓

- Baby do u think u can bring some lunch to the studio today?

- Manager is having all of us stay late today

- And i wanna see your pretty face before it gets dark outside 😍

From: You

- You’re just using me for my incredibly amazing cooking at this point 🙄

- But sure

- What do u want to eat?

- Also im bringing u a salad

- Bc whenever u prepare for a new album u keep saying u need to stay in shape for the performances

From: Baek the loml 💓

- Anything would be fine

- No cucumbers in the salad tho pls

- AND NO

- im not dating u bc of your cooking

- Its bc of your 🍑

- 😜

From: You

- extra cucumbers in the salad got it

- see you in a little bit!

When you arrived at the building, security allowed you to go in and the receptionist directed you to the room that Baekhyun was working in. When you arrive at the door, you can faintly hear the music lulling in the room. The rhythm of it was soothing and you were just tempted to open the door and listen but you knew he was excited for this album, so your knuckles came up to the door and knocked.

Immediately, the music was turned off and you can hear someone getting up and rushing to the door.

Baekhyun’s face lit up once he saw you and urged you into the room, giving your cheek a lingering peck. You greeted his manager who was sitting on the couch going through some of the music sheets. He got up and greeted you back then headed towards the door, saying he needed to go talk to someone regarding the tune of the song and lyrics.

You settled the bag onto his desk as the two of you sat down. He immediately went to grab the utensils before chowing down.

He, as he said, came home late that night but you didn’t mind. He did let you know about it anyway, so you were able to sleep soundly knowing he was working hard for his fans.

Several days after that were just the same. He was held back until around the same time as last night, but you had nothing to worry, he sent you a message to let you know. When he came home, he answered your conversation pieces with little hums here and there to let you know he was listening, but you knew he was tired. The shine in his eyes wasn't as bright as before. So, you found a way to fizzle out the conversation by saying you were going to brush your teeth for the night. When you came out of the bathroom, he was already knocked out on the bed. It was endearing to see him curled up, one arm stretched out to where your side was. You carefully slid next to him and could feel his hand grab onto your side as tightly as it could in its subconscious state.

This cycle continued until the “I’m going to be home late” messages stopped altogether. You just went about your day working and then cleaning the apartment before shooting him a couple of messages asking if he wanted you to bring anything so he stays healthy. He responded to the ones he could and then it was just you for the rest of the evening. No message from him about when he was able to come home.

This continued onto the next day.

And the next.

At some point, your inbox was just a string of messages from you, and a few responses here and there. But it didn’t discourage you from worrying about him. The way the door of the apartment opened later later during the night, the way he’d silently peck your cheek before moving onto the shared bed and immediately falling asleep, the way the bags under his eyes slowly got more and more prominent; Noticing all of that, and more, made you uneasy. Your brain was throwing up signals to talk to him, reach out to his members, anything to make sure that he was eating well and taking breaks.

Your messages were always read by him, but never replied to. The meals you left in the microwave for him stayed untouched and on better days they were eaten but not entirely.

This is okay, he’s going to be okay, just a few more weeks until he finalizes the album. Just a few more weeks until he’s able to come home early. Just a few more weeks until he can be in your arms again. You deal with this even if it’s difficult because you care for him so much.

You tried to ignore the loud silence of the apartment with him being gone for so long. Even the noise from the TV didn’t block out how alone you feel. You’re staring at it but the show isn’t registering, too deep in your thoughts, too tired yet unable to fall asleep until you know he’s home safe.

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Yes, you realized that he hadn’t invited you to the building, but after several weeks of not letting you know if he’s okay or if he’s been taking care of himself, you had to see for yourself. You’ve had enough of feeling his back against your own during the few hours of sleep he got when he came home, enough of sleepily watching his figure leave the apartment in the early mornings.

And it was a good day today; your design was chosen at the company you work for which was going to take your position to a new step. Also you were the 100th customer at a new coffee shop close to the apartment, so they gave you an extra cup of coffee and pastry on the house. You wanted to share the news with Baekhyun, so why not drop in to see him.

“(Y/n), what are you doing here?” was the first question that left his mouth when he saw you, eyes widening a little bit to make sure he was seeing right. His hair was all messy (you suspected from running his hair through it while trying to figure something out with the songs and schedule but you didn’t comment on it) and he looked a bit irritated. Your head tilted to the side in question as he looked over your form standing in front of him.

“I just wanted to drop by to see if you were okay. We haven’t had some time for ourselves in a while, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” you gave him a smile. One that would usually have him melting just at the sight of it.

But he didn’t melt. Not today at least. All he could think of was that the song had to come out perfectly and your presence here was at such an inconvenient time.

“(Y/n) we haven’t had time because I’ve been busy. I’ve told you this. I can’t make a mistake on this song, okay? Please go home, I’ll be back later.” he tried to brush you off and went to shut the door but you stopped it with your elbow, causing him to look back at you.

“What time?” you questioned, keeping your voice leveled. You weren’t mad at him, but a little bit in disbelief. Here you were trying to make sure he was okay, (clearly he wasn’t since he looked exhausted as hell) and he was trying to push you away.

“What?”

“What time will you be home?”

“God, I don’t know (Y/n). Late. Please don’t wait up for me.” he sighed, scratching his temple in frustration. The action causes you to sigh too before finding the words to speak up.

“I just wanted to make sure this album wasn’t destroying your health.” you mumbled, your words not coming out as strong as you had hoped it would. He narrowed his eyes at how you phrased your sentence.

“No. The album has to be great. It has to be up to my standards. And right now, it’s still missing something. I was just about to figure it out until you interrupted. Please go home. We can talk about this later.” he replied. You let out another hard sigh before lifting your hands and giving him the coffee and pastry that you got.

“Here. I got a free order earlier and I wanted you to eat something since it didn’t seem like you were eating much at home. I’ll see you later.” you grumbled as he took the food. When he did, you quickly turned around and headed towards the elevator. Just before the doors closed, you could see him still standing at the door, staring at you, as if something clicked in his head.

You didn’t see him attempt to take a step towards the elevator too but his manager called him back into the room to finalize the lyrics. As he sat down, he opened the paper bag to see his favorite little pastry cake, and noted on the details of the cup that you got his order just right.

It was as if something knocked him on the head for him to finally understand the position he left you in for the past several weeks. He finally got a clear look in the mirror to see how dark the bags on his eyes had gotten and how his hands slightly shook when he set an alarm for 6PM on his phone under the note “Go home to my Baby”. That day he ordered a good meal during lunch, ate it all, and the thought of coming home to you gave him the drive to complete the lyrics before he was rushing to get to his car at 5:45.

Even if he knew he was in trouble, he still found the shocked look on your face amusing (and really cute but that’s for another day when you’re not passively mad at him) when he came through the door an hour later, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in one hand while the other carried a bag of take-out.

“Okay, I’m not home as late as I said I was going to be, but, I got us food.” he held up the bag, and with a smile, “And this, for you.” he held out the bouquet. You got off the couch to grab the flowers to place in a vase as he sets the bag down onto the coffee table.

The silence radiation off of you made him nervously chuckle.

“Good news, I finally nailed the song. It’s at Baekhyun standards now. Now we only have to worry about the scheduling for after it’s released but that shouldn’t be a problem.” he tried to cool you off with a few laughs here and there but when you gave nothing back, he started to worry.

“Baby?” he began, “I’m sorry for pushing you away earlier. I realized I was an asshole the moment that elevator door closed.”

“Baekhyun, that’s not the point. The point is that you got so far into your work that you start to neglect everything around you and yourself.” you finally let out after all the weeks of keeping it in for the sake of his work. He silently stared at you, the look in his eyes made you want to engulf him in the tightest hug but you held yourself strong.

“I love you but it was just so hard to see you work yourself so much for this particular album.” you sighed. You don’t notice it but the corner of his lips slightly curled up into a smile as your sentence reminded him of why he worked so hard.

“I haven’t seen you tire yourself out so much before and I was truly scared that you might pass out from the lack of sleep. What makes it so different from the other albums? It’s going to turn out so great because it’s you who made it and your amazing fans will give it the recognition it deserves and why are you smiling when I’m trying to be serious?” you asked him, voice exasperated from trying to keep your thoughts straight but seeing that smile on his face brought back the warmth within yourself.

“(Y/n), I was gonna keep it a surprise for when the album releases, but now is a good time too…” he started off, grabbing your hands and immediately intertwining with your fingers as a way to start his apology. Your eyes looked up into his in anticipation, waiting for him to continue his sentence.

“I dedicated the new album to you.” the little grin that graced his face after he said that made your heart drop.

“What?” you managed to work out, feeling mist start over your eyes as you waited for him to confirm his sentence.

“The new album that I’ve been working on...it’s dedicated to you. I’m really sorry I haven’t been giving you the attention and love you deserved. I was too focused on trying to make the song perfect so that you’d love it. But in the process of trying to make you feel appreciated through a song, I forgot to appreciate you in real life.” his voice slowly died down towards the end of his sentence. He was going to continue but before he could you launched yourself at him and buried your face in the crook of his neck. The little sniffles he heard was enough to let him know that he was forgiven and he quickly wrapped his arms around your frame, holding you closer than before.

“I’m sorry I got upset, I-”

“No baby, you don’t have to apologize at all. You’ve been trying to take care of me all this time and I took that for granted. From this point on, I’m going to give back to you as much as you give to me.” he was planting kisses on your forehead as he spoke, making sure you understood him as he spoke softly to you.

Sometime during this intimate moment, he had brought the two of you to settle down on the couch. He held you by your waist on his lap, your thighs on either side of his while you were still hugging him with your face to his chest.

“Since we’re here now, is there anything I can do to make it up to you, Love?” he asked once you pulled away to look at him. One of his pretty hands came up to caress your flushed cheek, resting his thumb there for a second longer, further adding onto the intimate moment you two were in.

“Can I hear the song?” you asked, eyes batting in hope that he’d give you a small version of it but he only chuckled, the other hand squeezing your side as he shook his head.

“Oh baby…of all the things in this world that I can give you, the song is the one you’ll have to wait for.”

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whosaskingwrites · 3 years

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Fickle Love (Akaashi x Reader x Bokuto)

A/N: So this was supposed to be for Akaashi's birthday...whoops. But its here now lmao ngl I just kinda wrote with no idea in mind and this is what ended happening so yeah. Hope you enjoy and happy late birthday to Akaashi 💞

Details: 7.8 pages 2,758 words

Date: December 8th, 2020

Warnings: Mentions of poly relationships I guess, angst if you squint, Gn! Reader not really a warning but I didn't know where else to put it

Theme: Akaashi wasn't the best when it came to love. Having a habit of ignoring you and burying himself in work. Leading you to turn to Bokuto which leads to some revelations and a question for Akaashi.

Love was a fickle thing Akaashi knew. People fell in and out of love all the time so he never trusted love. He didn't want love he wanted to avoid it. Avoid the heartbreak he was positive would follow. But instead he met you a bright-eyed student in his class. It took almost nothing for you to mesh yourself into his life completely and making yourself comfortable like you belonged there.

It took even less time for you to weasel your way into his heart and make yourself comfortable. Only a year after you'd met and he asked you out deciding that love may not have been as fickle as he thought.

Four years later and he knew he had been wrong love was indeed fickle and his proof was in the sight across the street from him. There you stood hands clasped around Bokuto's as he kissed your cheek. He waved before running off and Akaashi rushed home preparing for the worst.

A few hours later you slipped through the door "Keiji? I'm home!" You called hearing the soft pads of feet come up to you. Love was fickle he knew you were going to lie when he asked his next question "Hey Y/n. What did you do today?" You suprised him though. Only after you'd gotten over the shock of being called Y/n and not darling.

"I went to lunch with Bokuto today," You said happily slipping off your coat and hanging it up. He certainly didn't expect you to be honest about what you did today. He loosened up a tad bit in response "Oh? Why?" You laughed at his question "Bo needs contact with us you know that. But you haven't been answering his calls so we went shopping and I filled him in on how you were. Afterwards I treated him to lunch as a thank you," You smiled up at him eyes bright with nothing hidden.

"Yeah? Did you guys hold hands so he wouldn't lose you?" He joked and you shook your head "He grabbed my hands at the end of lunch because I promised him I'd bring you next time," you had laughed remembering the incident. Relief flooded him then no of course you weren't cheating on him that'd be insane. You were as loyal as Bokuto was plus he couldn't keep a secret to save his life and neither could you. He relaxed as he realized how wrong he was to assume something.

"Im sorry," He said suddenly while you tilted your head in confusion. "What for?" You had asked before Akaashi leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "I forgot to give you your welcome home kiss," He rolled off casually hiding the fear he'd felt earlier. This fear had only continued to grow as the days went on but it was his fault anyway.

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"Keiji are you free today?" "No I'm busy," "Oh...Okay,"

"Keiji we haven't gone on a date in weeks!" "Im not stopping you from going out somewhere," "I want to go out with you though,"

"Keiji-" "Im busy Y/n,"

Two weeks this cycle continued as you walked to Akaashi's at home office. Two taps against the door and you opened it "Kei-" His eyes snapped up frustration was on his face but he took a breath before it faded. "What?" You sighed turning to leave again "...Im going out to lunch with Kotaro again. He says hi by the way," You left the room quickly and Akaashi blinked 'Kotaro?' Surely you meant Bokuto but there was no way you two were on a first name basis it'd only been a few days since the last lunch.

His eyes landed on the calender and he froze what had only been a few days to him was actually two weeks but still too short for a first name basis. You'd only know Bokuto for a few months and he'd known the male for years and still never used his first name.

He sighed returning to his work. He'd question you when you got back from lunch he didn't have the time to right now. Nor did he know your location so going to find you was like a needle in a haystack. A very big bustling city of a haystack and the needle being you with a slightly bigger needle in the shape of a volleyball player next to you.

He continued work for a few hours before his office door was thrown open. He expected many things when he looked up but he didn't expect Bokuto. But what got him was the fact that Bokuto was furious it was a look he'd never seen before on him. The glare he had on his face was enough to make Akaashi freeze.

He knew Bokuto was typically happy like a dog but right now he felt fearful since now he staring down an angry German Shepard who was defending their owner. It was silent for a long moment before Bokuto spoke. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Akaashi felt his blood turn to ice at the tone Bokuto used.

"W-what?" He cursed silently at his own stutter Bokuto would latch onto the weakness he showed. "Whats today Akaashi?" Bokuto had asked in that same icy tone. It was so razor sharp and cold that Akaashi was convinced the room cooled and ten degrees.

"...Its December 1st Bokuto-san," He elected to answer the question instead of ask why Bokuto didn't call him Keiji. Based on the mood Bokuto was displaying he didn't expect to be called Keiji. However supplying the date only seemed to rile him up more as his glare sharpened.

Akaashi shivered involuntarily at it "Are you forgetting something?" He barked out and it was then that Akaashi realized Bokuto hadn't blinked yet. "No," he was confident in the answer. Your birthday wasn't until b/d and his was in four days. Bokutos had already passed but said male wouldn't have been mad at him. Sad maybe but not mad.

"Oh really? Then tell me why Y/n is at my place crying because you forgot that today is your anniversary," Bokuto had stepped towards him in anger and Akaashi took in involuntarily step back in fear. "They're at your place?" Akaashi asked and Bokutos jaw clenched.

"Yeah. And they are going to stay there until you sort yourself out," Bokuto growled turning and slamming the door closed with enough force to crack it. Akaashi stood frozen for a few extra moments trying to regain his composure after being afraid. He shook his head as he processed Bokuto's last sentence.

No you'd always come back to him, even if a fight had broken out between him and you, you would always come back. You had to come back he was your fiancé and the wedding was going to be in the upcoming w/f/s/s so he continued to work shaking off his encounter with Bokuto that had manage to worm a tiny bit of fear back into his heart.

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Akaashi didn't fully leave his office again until December 5th. He'd left it plenty of times before then but only for something quick eat or the bathroom or something to drink. In these moments he never bothered to look around the place but now on his birthday he did.

He expected to be greeted by your sparkling voice like you had done for the past four years but instead the house was silent. "Y/n?" He called out walking around the house was still perfectly clean. The last time he could recall hearing you was on the first with the vacuum running and the patter of your feet running around.

Since then he realizes the house had been silent except for his movements. As he walked into the dining room something glinted on the table in the early morning light. When he turned to look he froze there was your engagement ring. The thin band of silver sat there almost mockingly on a yellow sticky note.

He picked up the note and written on it were a few simple words. 'They aren't coming home - Bokuto' his brain filled in the missing words Bokuto had told him a few days ago "Not until I fix myself," he mumbled thumbing at the sticky in his hands. He knew what Bokuto meant he'd been borderline ignoring you for weeks to work.

Thoughts of your anniversary had left his mind but he didn't think it was that bad until right now. Forgetting had been the final nail in the coffin for you but he still had a chance. You weren't gone forever just temporarily misplaced. He rushed to shower and go buy flowers his brain running a mile a minute trying to figure out how to get you back and apologize.

He felt nervous and he was unsure of why until he remembered where you had taken up residence. Bokuto had never been scary to him, just a bright ball of happiness but the fear Bokuto had instilled in him a few days ago had lingered, and he was about to walk right into the lion's den.

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He couldn't see you as he approached the door. Maybe you were tucked away upstairs or in a place the windows didn't show but he'd seen Bokuto. The male was pacing clearly on edge and definitely dangerous but Akaashi would have to face him sooner or later so with a shaking hand he knocked.

Only half a second later the door swung open and Bokuto stood there mouth set in a hard line. Akaashi fought to supress the shiver that wanted to trail up his spine. "Is Y/n here?" He asked and once again cursed himself for sounding so meek. It was just Bokuto he wouldn't hurt him the man couldn't even hurt a fly! Although that sentiment didn't hold much when he felt like he was staring down the loaded barrel of a gun.

"Yes," Bokuto answered after a few beats of silence. His eyes raked over Akaashi's form judging him and seeing if he was ready to have Y/n back. "Can I see them? I'd like to talk," He was definitely playing with fire when Bokuto looked back up at his eyes. "About what?" He asked lowly Akaashi noted that Bokuto was staying quiet which meant you had to be downstairs. "I'd like to apologize for ignoring them and forgetting our anniversary," Bokuto nodded once before swinging the door closed.

He blinked in mild suprise "Bo-Bokuto-san?" He questioned wondering where he went wrong that warranted the door being closed. He was about to knock again when the door opened revealing you. Your h/c hair was slightly messy and e/c eyes half lidded in sleep.

What Akaashi didn't like was the MSBY jersey that swallowed you figure. The number 12 emblazoned on the front and long enough to cover your thighs. He couldn't tell if you were wearing pants but he hoped you did. You never walked around his house like this unless it was after a fun night but he couldn't assume things. Not now and he especially couldn't accuse you of cheating when Bokuto was on the staircase right behind you.

He could see that the golden eyed male was poised to attack when the conversation would start heading south. You tilted your head in confusion "Hello Akaashi," You had mumbled and he did flinch then. No pet names or his first name no, you had decided on formal. "Hi darling," He whispered the pet name but you merely shook your head.

"Why are you here?" The genuine confusion on your face made Akaashi feel a lot worse about everything. "Im here to apologize and seeing as its my birthday id like my present from you to be going on one date with me," He said slowly "Please," was tacked on as an afterthought. You turned your head eyes meeting Bokuto's and Akaashi hated the jealousy that crawled up his spine when his eyes softened.

"Um actually Akaashi I wanted to talk to you about something," Your hands had balled into fists tightly gripping the hem of the shirt you wore. A nervous habit you had whenever something scared you. He felt his heart drop in response to those words and you shook your head. "No no! It's nothing bad- well I guess that depends on how you feel about it," You were quick to try and sooth him and Akaashis heart swelled at the fact that right now even if you weren't getting along you still worried about him.

He didn't even realize you had led him inside until he was on the couch. His eyes trailed over you figure as you sat across from him. The shirt rode up enough exposing part of your thigh and Akaashi could see the hem of a pair of shorts. They followed their path until his eyes rested on the new gold band around your ring finger. It was decorated in a series of small gems that were the same blue as his eyes and he took a deep breath.

"What is it?" He lightly questioned when the silence began suffocating him. Bokuto was behind him somewhere he felt the stare being burned into his back. The second this conversation possibly turned south Bokuto was ready to jump in. "Well...I was wondering how you felt about the two of us becoming um...three of us?" You looked down afterwards hands nervously ringing together.

"...three of us?" He wanted more clarification were you implying a kid or something else? You hummed meeting his eyes before they flickered to the male that was behind him 'oh' it pieced itself together then. You were implying a poly relationship with him and Bokuto. He must have been quiet for too long since your hands began rubbing at your sides.

He scrambled for an answer he knew he was unbothered by it but this was...The two of you were only a few months away from getting married and you wanted to add Bokuto into the mix? Now of all times? He took a shuttering breath as he thought.

"Well...I guess I have to call the restaurant and tell them to change the reservation for three people then," he offered a small smile and your head whipped up. "Really?" You whispered and he could only supply a nod.

"Yeah now when I'm busy with work the both of you can harass me into taking a break," it was a poor attempt at a joke but you had laughed anyway. He heard a chuckle from behind him as well and he breathed out a sigh of relief. "Keiji are you sure? I don't wanna make you uncomfortable or anything...," you trailed off and he smiled "im sure but are you sure about Bokuto? Hes a little chaotic," He asked "Hey!" Bokuto had an immediate reaction to the accusation.

You laughed reaching out and taking his hand "So is it a fancy dinner place?" You asked as Bokuto came over to take your free hand. He watched your thumb move back and forth across Bokutos hand a comforting gesture and he noticed the minute shake of Bokuto's hand. Unconsciously he reached out with his free hand and took Bokuto's which seemed to startle him slightly as wide gold eyes met his.

Akaashi gave a light squeeze and Bokuto settled with a sigh. "Its the restaurant I originally proposed at so yeah I'd go with fancy," he answered after a second. "You're making me get dressed up for your birthday dinner? Despicable really," you dramatically sighed and he found himself laughing. "Well I suppose we don't have to go since you've already given me the best present I could ask for today," He smiled tilting his head to the side and looking at Bokuto who was sitting cross-legged on the floor with a look of concern on his face.

"You alright Bo?" He looked up at the unfamiliar nickname eyes meeting Akaashi's once again. "M'fine just...I don't own a suit," He said quietly. The silence that stretched afterwards for a long moment before you broke it. "Kotaro what do you mean you don't own a suit you're a professional athlete!" "It wasn't an issue until now!" He shouted back love was fickle yes but as he watched you and Bokuto interact he knew

It was fickle but he wouldn't trade it in for anything.

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chrismerle · 6 years

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so @nicxan and I decided that, since Dan is like 90 % possessed by a thunder dragon by now, at some point Shai should see that side of him. also Dan is the captain of a ship called The Citadel and it can turn into a zubmarine. Shai eventually joins the crew as...sort of an auxiliary engineer, because Dan’s engineer got shipped to the Tomb Colonies and he’s also aware that Shai is healthier when London is far away.

anyway

(also casual reminder that I have a ko-fi)

The rocking of the ship has long progressed to bucking, and Shai has given up on getting any sort of work done to instead sit on a stool in the corner and try valiantly not to lose their dinner. It’s been weeks since they felt anything even tickling of seasickness, but the zee this evening is harsh and even some of the crew members who have been with Daniel the longest are looking a bit green.

There is shouting just outside the door to the engine, and the ship jumps so aggressively that Shai goes sprawling to the floor. They scramble back upwards, snatch their cane, and go darting out of the door. The floor is wet, but hardly enough to truly worry about it.

“What the hell is going on?” they demand, grabbing the doorway for balance as the ship bucks like an ornery horse. “Harry?” they ask, catching the first mate’s arm as he hurries by. He doesn’t slow as he answers, and Shai falls into step beside him.

“Cap’n’s steerin’ us straight into a storm. Bigger’n any others we’ve seen this season,” he reports, leading the way back up to the deck. “No one can seem t’ get ‘im t’ turn back.” He sounds calm, but while Shai doesn’t know any of the crew especially well, they’ve been on The Citadel often enough to hear the edge of nerves underneath.

They emerge from below deck, and lightning turns the water silver in flashes, and thunder cracks like Shai’s rifle as it fires. Shai tugs their goggles into place from the top of their head. The deck pitches and the ship lurches so harshly that for a moment the ship is nearly sideways and waves are pelting the deck. Harry catches the back of Shai’s coat with one hand when their feet threaten to slip out from under them, and digs in his heels, but not everyone is quite so fortunate.

“Man overboard!”

The cry goes up like a mantra, from zailor to zailor. On any other day, it would have had Daniel’s undivided attention in an instant. Today, it’s as if he doesn’t even hear it.

Already, there are two other crew members throwing a rope ladder overboard, but the zee is not calming just to give them a chance to work. Harry lunges for Donnelly and Shai for Henrietta as the ship bucks again. Just barely, Donnelly and Henrietta keep hold of the ladder, and Harry and Shai keep hold of them. Edward’s head emerges from beneath the water, and he makes a mad grab for the ladder, though it isn’t until his second grab that he manages to keep hold of it. As soon as he has his arms tangled in it, the ship rocks like it’s trying to take flight. Using its momentum, Edward’s is hauled back onto the deck, where he collapses in a shuddering heap.

There’s a moment of stillness. Just a split second. And then a wave rises so high it crashes over the deck, and The Citadel dips sharply towards the port side. The five of them go sprawling, the left side of Shai’s head striking the decking with a thump they can feel in the opposite side of their jaw. The world goes grey for a second, and for a moment all they hear is the sound of their ears ringing.

Slowly, they lever themself up to all fours, waving Henrietta off as she makes a grab at them. They shake their head briskly, chasing off the spots across their vision. It’s only when their vision fully clears that they realize that one of the lenses of their goggles is cracked.

They reach for where their cane landed and climb back to their feet. They turn towards the helm, wait for the most recent wave to pass, and then take off. Their steps weave with the pitching of the ship, but the effort of keeping their balance makes it easier to ignore the pain beginning to blossom through one side of their head.

When they reach the helm, they need to grind to a halt. Daniel is watching the storm with a single-minded focus, a grin on his face like he’s watching the gates of Heaven open. Lightning bathes The Citadel in silver light and the stink of ozone, and thunder roars like it’s trying to rattle the ship apart. Just barely, they can hear Daniel laughing with the sound.

Shai has had too many nightmares about the thunder reaching out to them, and for an instant they feel like they’re glued in place as they remind themself that they are awake.

“Danny!” Shai jerks forward the last few steps when Daniel doesn’t even react. They grab for his shoulders and wrench him back, claws snagging on sodden clothing and biting through it. That, at last, drags Daniel back to the present. He sucks in a harsh breath and tries to pull away, but Shai simply spins him so they’re facing each other and grabs hold of his shoulders again, just as tightly. They give him a rattle, barking, “Danny!” again.

Daniel just stares at them for a second, eyes clouded and wide. And then abject horror rapidly takes over his expression. He makes an aborted gesture, reaching towards the side of Shai’s head that hit the decking, only to instead realize what’s going on. He tears himself out of Shai’s grasp and lunges for the wheel again.

He hurls his weight against it, fighting the storm’s grip finally and trying to turn The Citadel away. When she proves unwilling to cooperate and the wind nearly wrenches the wheel from his hands, he shouts as loudly as he can, “Activate the zub!”

Shai lingers at his shoulder until the deck and the hull judder and begin to shift their shape around them. They tip their head back, watching as the hull closes around them. There’s a moment of vertigo as The Citadel begins to drop beneath the surface of the water. Finally, Shai backs up until their back meets the hull, and they slide down to sit. Their head thumps back against the hull, and they close one eye when that only reminds them that they have a raging headache building.

Once everything is comparatively still, they realize they’re shaking, and the stabilizing rod of their left arm is bent almost to breaking. Their teeth are chattering, and they aren’t even sure if it’s because they’re soaked or because their adrenaline is rapidly fleeing their bloodstream.

From the corner of their open eye, they can see Daniel side-eying them fretfully. He stays at the helm until the anchor has dropped and he’s sure that the zub’s bobbing is at a manageable level. Only then does he step away from the helm to crouch in front of them.

He reaches towards them, and they snap their teeth in a manner that’s more reflex than intent. He jerks his hand back minutely, and then reaches forward again when Shai makes no move to follow up on the threat. He hooks a finger around the strap of their goggles and tugs them down to dangle around their neck.

“You’re bleeding,” he observes, and he already sounds so apologetic that Shai can feel their irritation melting away.

“You are, too,” they point out, lifting a hand to wiggle the blood-tipped claws at them. “I’ll be fine. I always am.”

Danny looks a bit like he would like to shake them, and that look of consternation only gets more intent when they cock a crooked grin at him. He doesn’t shake them, though, which is probably for the best. Instead, he simply offers a hand and pulls them back to their feet. While at first he seems intent on escorting them back to the engine room, the pair of them only make it a few steps from the helm before what seems to be every crew member at once needs his attention.

Shai steps aside to let the crowd swarm, and continues on their way.

——

Hours have passed, and the storm is still shrieking up above. It itches at the back of Daniel’s skull, but he tunes it out. He’s made his rounds from room to room, checking in on everyone. The final stop is the engine room.

He pauses outside the door for a second before pushing it open and stepping inside. Shai is in the middle of making what minor adjustments they can while the zub is more or less stationary. Their goggles are still around their neck and they’re wearing their auxiliary arms, their usual pair sitting on the table and waiting to be cleaned.

It’s Shai who breaks the silence, wondering mildly, “How’s Ed?”

“Still barfing up zee water, but otherwise in one piece,” Daniel replies, rubbing the back of his head with one hand.

“Any other injuries?” they ask, glancing over only briefly.

“A couple concussions—I’m including you in that number, by the way—and a lot of wounded pride over actually getting seasick,” he replies. He folds his arms and leans one hip against the table. “You’re going to tell me you’re fine, but how are you?”

They offer a sidelong grin before turning their attention back to the engine. “Just dandy. Courtesy of Harry, my ass wasn’t the one that landed in the water. Speaking of, your first mate needs a raise.”

“He’s aware,” Daniel confirms earnestly, nodding along. “Just—“ He pauses, and pinches the bridge of his nose between two fingers before he drags his hand down his face. “That’s not the first time that’s happened, but it’s usually not that bad. You didn’t need to see that part of me. Sorry.” The last is offered as more of a mumble towards his boots.

With a sigh, they slide their tools back onto their belt and finally turn to face him. They make an expectant gesture, and then a slightly more impatient one when Daniel doesn’t immediately step into range.

Shai cups his face in both hands once he’s close enough, and their eyes narrow as they scrutinize Daniel’s face. Daniel’s gaze darts from side to side in bemusement. He’s not sure what Shai’s looking for or if they find whatever it is, but they let him go after a moment, instead grabbing his ponytail and giving it a tug.

“You do that again and I’m throwing you overboard,” they inform him decisively. Daniel’s pretty sure it’s a joke, and he smiles lopsidedly in response, but he can’t say he’d be surprised if there was an ounce of truth to the threat.

“I’ll keep it under wraps,” he assures them, bringing an earnest hand to his chest. “If I don’t, Harry will probably help you throw me overboard.”

“Fuck that!” Henrietta pipes in, leaning around the door frame. “I’ll do it myself!”

Shai doesn’t laugh, to their credit, but they’re grinning like a cat that snuck into a creamery. Daniel makes a show out of flipping Henrietta off before she hurries on her way.

#fallen london #fallen london fanfic

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Sixty Seven

Randi

I was arranging everything for the big pregnancy reveal that morning, including still inviting people because i was bad at planning things. I called Cole last because i had a feeling we'd end up on the phone for a while talking about other shit. I hadn't seen him since his game last week.

“I’m having a brunch at my place tomorrow,” I said, “be there.” I waited for him to laugh or say he’d be there but he paused for a while.I stretched out on the couch that i was sitting on, resting my legs in Cayden's lap.

“I may have something else, I’ll let you know,” he said.

“Something like what? It’s importnat,” I said, trying to stress that I had something to tell him without actually telling the news.

“I’ll get back to you,” He said. My face scrunched up in confusion at what he could possibly have to do that he couldn’t come to my place for like an hour, especially when I was offering him food.

“Fine...”i said.

“Aight, gotta go. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Ok, bye...”I said just before he hung up. I must have been visibly frowning because Cay looked over at me and said,

“What?”

“Cole just shaded me mad hard on the phone,” I said.

“You probably just over thinking it, what he say?” He asked.

“He said he may have something else, and that he’d ‘get back to me’, even though I said it was obviously important,” I said, putting my phone down and crossing my arms. Cayden made a ‘yikes’ face. “Exactly.”

“Cole can be pissy, he probably just having a bad day or something,” he tried. I shot him a look and he quickly got up. “Well I’m gonna go to work now.”

“I’m gonna go get ready I guess,” I mumbled, “I look horrendous today, my face is all puffy.”

“You look alright to me,” Cayden said, fishing his keys from his pocket.

“Gee thanks,” I said.

“You look beautiful I mean,” he grabbed my arm with a smirk. “Where you going anyways?”

“Out with Jenny, I think China and Jada might come.”

“Alright, have fun, and no fast food, you gotta start eating healthy for real babe,” he gave me a serious look.

“Yeah, yeah. Good bye,” I said, getting up and walking to the stairs. We went our separate ways and i started working on making myself look decent.

Lunch was just Jenny and I which was cool. She was telling me about work and what she had been doing, some trip she was planning. When she was done I asked what I really wanted to know.

“So what about the guy you told me about, the one you’re working for?” I asked. She bit her lip and I leaned in closer.

“I finally agreed and went out with him,” she said I’m a guilty tone.

“And?” I encouraged her to go on and spill the real tea.

“It was good, really good. Weird, but good.”

“See! I knew you would have a good time. So are you guys going out again?” I asked.

“We’ve been talking everyday since. I see him a lot because of work. We’re still getting to know each other, I don’t even know what it is if anything yet. I’m not in a rush at all,” she said.

“Well I think you should bring him to brunch tomorrow,” I said.

“That would be weird,” she said.

“Why? You’re not even together yet, I just wanna see him. China is bringing Rambo, Jada night be bringing a friend so it will be chill.”

“I’ll think about it,” she said,giving me look that convinced she wasn’t even concidering it. “What’s this brunch about anyways,” she made a face.

“Come and find out,” I said with a smile.

“God, you’re the worst. You wanna know everyone else’S business, but you’re real hush about your own,” she cut me a look. I laughed and shrugged.

“I’m not that interesting,” I said simply.

“I beg to differ,” she said. “Oh thank god, foods here.” I turned around and saw the waiter coming with our plates. My mouth watered. I was starving, and really craving spicy food.

I called Cayden on my way to the salon. I wanted to drop in for a little bit.

“Hey babe,” he said.

“Hi,” I said, adjusting my pants which were now tight.

“What’s up?” He asked.

“I have the worst heart heart burn,” I complained. I knew it was the spicy food but I left that part out.

“You take some medicine?” He asked.

“No. I don’t even know what I’m aloud to take,” I frowned.

“Call the doctor and ask,” he suggested.

“Ok,” I said.

“Where are you going? I can hear you driving.”

“To the salon. I’m meeting some guy to talk about how much it would cost to build our own place,” I said.

“Y’all still on that second store idea,” he said, in a tone that suggested he was not a fan.

“What you mean still on it Cay, we decided like months ago,” I said, checking my side mirror and changing lanes.

“You really tryna be doing all that while you pregnant?” He asked.

“It’s gonna be a long 9 months, honestly the distraction might be nice.”

“Yeah but the stress ain’t good for the baby. You know how worked up you get,” he said. “Plus your anxiety been bad lately.” All the points he was making were valid but for some reason it set me off and I got defensive.

“I’m anxious because I’m pregnant and I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing Cayden. Because I didn’t see this happening, at least not any time soon. So, please, give me a break with that, ok. And if I wanna work and I feel like it’s gonna be good for me then I’m gonna work,” I said frantically, my hands firm on the steering wheel. I could hear him groan even over the phone.

“I better not hear you bitching about how stressed you are then,” he mumbled. I got emotional then and tears started falling from eyes before I could understand what was happening.

“You don’t have to be so mean all the time,” I cried, tears clouding my vision of the road. He could definitely hear that i was crying, there was no covering it up.

“Ok Sorry,” He said, caught off guard by my sudden emotion. I was still crying and was considering pulling over at this point. It was like i knew it wasn't worth crying over but had no control over it. “Don’t cry, please. It was my bad, i shouldn't be swearing at you anyway, pregant or not."

“Okay,” I mumbled, a snotty mess.

“I feel bad," he said, and i could hear in his voice that he really did, and knowing Cayden he would be off the whole day if he thought he hurt me.

“It's ok, i just got overwhelmed.” I took a steadying breath.

“I'm working on being patient,” he said. Wow. I should just stay pregnant forever, i thought to myself. I never would have gotten all that from him before i had a baby in me.

"God, I love you Cay," i said, missing him now.

"I love you baby mama," he replied. "But i gotta go. Imma see you soon though,"

"Okay, see you in a bit." We said goodbye then i hung up. I had arrived at the salon anyways. I grabbed my bag and got out.

The next morning I woke up early because i had to cook and get ready as well. My mom came early to help me cook though, so it wasnt that bad. I had a chance to get changed and put some makeup on once we were done. Cayden was still lounging in the bed while i got ready in the bathroom. I put on a floral dress that ended just above my knees and was quite fitted so it showed off now slightly poking bump. My plan was to wear a cardigan until i announced, then id show the evidence. I put some lipgloss on to finish and then left the bathroom.

"Damn," Cayden said, getting up from the bed, still naked which was pretty distracting. He gripped my shoulders and kissed my forehead. "you deadass glowing," he said. I looked down at myself.

"Really?" i asked. He nodded, pushing aside my cardigan and putting his giant hands on either side of my stomach.

"You look good with my kid inside you."

"I dont know how i feel about that statement," i said, feeling slightly disturbed. He chuckled, sliding his hands around to my lower back.

"Speaking of being inside you," he said, pulling me into his naked body.

"Im tired," i complained, "and i just got dressed. Also you know my mother's downstairs?"

"Shit, i forgot about your moms," he said, caressing my butt. I had a feeling this was still gonna end how Cayden planned because i was weak and generally couldn't resist him. "You just gotta be quiet then, you know how you be screaming" he said with a sexy grin on his lips. I felt him poking me then and i looked down.

"Cay" i said with a laugh. He looked me over, lingering at my chest.

"What you expect me to do?" My mother started calling my name from downstairs then and i fixed my cardigan that he had opened quickly so i could leave.

"I dont know but be quick about it, people will be here soon," i said, heading for the door. I left him to get ready and went to go see what my mom wanted.

Cayden

People were already getting there when i got downstairs, and Randi was running around of course. I dont know why she made this such a big thing and created work for herself, but i also understood that she wanted to get everyone we cared about together. My parents were just coming through the front door so i went to go get their jackets and stuff.

"Hey mama, pops," i said, hugging my mom and shaking my dads hand.

"Hey baby..." she said wearily.

"What?" i asked.

"You got your mama nervous wondering what this brunch all about," Pops said, gruff as usual. I laughed.

"Relax mama," i told her. She cut me a mad side eye and i just took her jacket from her hands and put it in the closet. "Yall head in," i told them. Ty had just pulled up, and Cole was with him. I sighed in relief for myself that he had showed up, i would have never heard the end of it if he hadn't and whatever drama he and Randi had continued. They walked up the driveway and i dapped them both when they came to the door. I remembered then that Ty already knew.

"Where the food at," he said immediately.

"Dining room," i said. He pushed past me and walked away to that area. I stopped Cole before he could follow.

"whats good with you and Randi?" i asked.

"Why do i feel like you gon off me or something for having problems with her?" He looked at me suspiciously. I cackled.

"Nigga that petty drama is not my business. I know she frustrating, im married to her," i shrugged.

"Amen to that," he mumbled. I put my hand on his shoulder.

"I know its nothing that deep because yall still talking, and you here. Both of you just childish." I squeezed his shoulder tighter. "But if you ever did really hurt her feelings,i actually would have to off you. I hope you know that," i said, all smiles gone now. He looked surprisingly accepting of the fact.

"Ty warned me already," he said. "That would be pretty shitty for me."

"It would be for me too, cause you my nigga" i said, looking him in the eyes.

"Nice of you to show up," Randi's voice came from behind me. I patted Cole's back playfully and turned to face her.

"Well thats my cue," i said. I left them to hash things out and went to go find food myself.

I was talking to Randi's dad when i spotted Jenny coming through the door, Randi greeting her like the good host she was. I smiled and made a move to go and say hi but stopped in my tracks when a dude id never seen before came through the door after her. Randi hugged Jenny and then she went to go hug the dude and my hand tightened around the cup i was holding.

"Excuse me sir, someone i know just got here," i said to pops.

"Go ahead son," he said. I put my cup down on the counter and started walking to the door. Randi saw me then and she quickly walked over to meet me before i got there. She grabbed my arm as i made eye contact with Jenny, who looked like a kid that had just gotten in trouble.

"Be nice," Randi said.

"He's in my house," i pointed out.

"Okay, but i invited him," she said. I looked down at her.

"Yeah, and im wondering why," i said, trying to control my temper so i didnt pop off on him and her.

"I was trying to be supportive of Jenny moving on," she said, defending herself. I scoffed.

"You helping her move on from my brother," i shook my head, getting more pissed off as i thought about it and looked at the dude standing in my house. Jenny came up to us then and she turned to Randi.

"I told you this wasn't a good idea," Jenny said, "I think im just gonna go."

"No dont," Randi said.

"You supposed to be on my side Randi," i said, feeling betrayed. At this point my problem wasn't even with Jenny. I felt more like Randi had gone behind my back.

"I am on your side, im always on your side," she said, voice low.

"You really acting like it," i said, looking over at the guy standing by the door. I turned and left to go back into the house where everybody was. I wanted to walk all the way out the house, but i knew i couldn't just up and leave while all these people here for us, and especially because we were supposed to tell them about the baby. I got back to the party and walked up to Ty.

"We bout to pull up on someone?" Ty asked, seeing my face.

"nah," i said.

"You gotta relax my nigga. I got you," he said, pulling a blunt out of his pocket.

"Bet," i nodded to the stairs.

We passed the blunt around for a while in one of the guest bathrooms upstairs with the shower running and window open so we wouldn’t smell up the place. After a while a knock came on the door.

"Its me, your wife, who you love, also carrying your unborn child," she said.

"Wow, she really got you locked down dont she?" Ty said. I rolled my eyes.

"Ty, you better open this door," she said.

"Yo she scares me," he shrugged, going to open the door. "Imma go downstairs."

"Go put on some of Cay's cologne first," Randi said, shaking her head. He smelled himself then nodded. It hit me then that the whole room was swimming in weed.

"You shouldn't be here, the baby," i said.

"Yeah its pretty bad," she was plugging her nose already because she didnt like the smell. I put the blunt out and walked out into the attached bedroom and she followed. I sat on the bed and she came to sit beside me.

"They're gone now," she said. I didnt say anything so she continued. "I didnt think youd be that mad."

"You expect me to be happy about that shit?" i looked at her like 'really'.

"No. I thought you'd just be shocked but eventually warm up to the idea. But clearly i was wrong," she said, and when i mean mugged her she added, "and stupid. Im sorry you felt like i wasn't on your side."

"I also dont like surprises, and people i dont know, you know that."

"I know," she said, caressing my cheek. "But you do know you gonna have to warm up to the idea of her going on with her life at some point right?" I groaned, thinking about if jenny actually ended up staying with this nigga. One way or another i would eventually have to know him, unless i was gonna cut off Jenny, which id never do.

"But you really gotta be out here helping bring them together?" I locked my jaw. She grabbed my chin with her slender fingers.

"Okay ill stay out of it from now on, and tell you what, if you get to know him and you still hate him i wont fuck with him either."

"Good," i mumbled. She kissed my cheek.

"Can we go tell people about the baby now? I really need to get it over with while i still have the nerve," she looked really uninterested in the whole idea which was funny, most girls loved things like this.

"Yeah lets go," i took her hand and we left the room.

Once we got downstairs Randi gathered everyone in the living room and said she wanted to make a toast. So everyone held their glasses expecting her to make one. She looked nervous now that everyone was looking at her, so i wrapped my arm around her waist to calm her down. She looked up at me and i knew i was gonna be the one making this announcement. I turned to everyone else and lifted my glass.

"Id like to make a toast, to the reason we're all here. To my beautiful wife," i looked down at her and she blushed, "who has a way of bringing everyone together, even when its against their will," people laughed and she rolled her eyes. I looked back her, and we locked eyes for a long moment, and it was like looking into her soul. "She's loving, caring...and selfless, all the things that are gonna make her an amazing mother." I finished and everyone was frozen, looking suspicious but not 100% sure. Randi stepped out of my grip and opened her sweater revealing a small, but obvious bump.

"I knew it!" her mom hollered from the kitchen "Thank you Jesus!" Cheers and clapping erupted and people swarmed us, well mostly Randi, to say congratulations and ask how far along she was, all that stuff. It was weird being congratulated for making a human, but i rolled with it.

Our parents finally got a moment with us and they were clearly the happiest out of everyone here.

"I can't wait to tell all the ladies at church," her mom said, hugging Randi tight to her.

"Oh me too, especially that Heather May, always announcing her new inlaws and grandkids every sunday. Oh we're gonna show her," my mom chimed in, also gushing over Randi and brushing her hand through her hair. My dad came and clapped me on the back, actually smiling and looking genuinely happy for the first time in god knows how long.

"Im happy for you son. Being a father will change you, but it will be the greatest thing you do," he said.

"Thanks Pops, im gonna try my best. You 'bout to be grandpa now though," i said, realizing that myself. He chuckled, sounding genuinely amused which was also shocking.

"hm i guess so," he said, looking like he was imagining it now. He looked...excited. I guess it was true what people said, babies had a way of bringing people together.

"Well done Son!" Randi's dad pulled me in to a tight bear hug. He was back to his normal self after the heart attack several months ago. He had done intense physical therapy and i know Randi was still really worried about him for a while but now you could tell he was back to good health.

"She's doing all the hard work," i said.

"Oh its going be a long 9 months for you too. Just wait. Her mother had me driving 3 hours to go and get pizza from a specific pizzaria,and god forbid i forgot the anchovies on the side" he looked to her mom who shrugged.

"Pregnancy cravings are normal. How have you been doing? Why didnt you tell me earlier?" She looked slightly hurt.

"Well you already knew so obviously i wasn't hiding it well. Im just tired, throwing up, but thats it," Rand told her.

"Awe. Can you imagine, my baby is having a baby," she said, tearing up, not for the first time. I could tell Randi was already getting tired of everyone being all in her face, but they were just excited.

"Ill come find you later mom. I need to talk to some other people," she smiled at her mom, who reluctantly let her go. Randi came to slide under my arm.

"Jesus," she mumbled.

"i know," i said, rubbing her arm. "Well theres Cole, that should cheer you up." He was making his way over to come talk to us since our parents had been hogging us.

"I can't even believe it," he said, hugging Randi tightly and picking her up off the ground. She laughed which was nice to hear. "Lil nugget is gonna be a mom, wow," he said.

"You never suspected, right?" she smirked.

"Never, im still in shock," he shook his head. "Wait, is this why you were ghosting me?"

"Ive been ghosting everyone. Im always either laying down or sleeping most of the time, epecially in the beginning. But its getting better now," she said. "That's also why i left your game, it was cold and Cay didn't want me getting sick."

"Well now i feel like an ass," his face dropped.

"That because you are an ass," i shrugged with a grin.

"May be an ass but at least my pull out game is strong," he shrugged.

"Hi, im here," Randi said, waving her hand around.

"So, what am i gonna be, like an uncle?" he asked, bending down to observe her stomach.

"Yeah i guess," she shrugged.

"Cool," he said, smiling. Randi looped her arm in his and they went off to go talk with Jada and China. I took that as sign that they were no longer fighting, which was good for all of us.

Randi

After about an hour of talking to people and having my bump touched and people hugging and kissing me i was really over it and was ready to just crash. I had been on my feet since this morning too so i was exhausted which made me feel sick. People were still mingling and trying to get a hold of me and i had been separated from Cayden a while ago but i went to go find him. He was out back on the deck with Ty and his parents. I went up to him and grabbed his arm. He bent down so i could talk in his ear.

"Can we go? I feel sick," i said. He nodded and wrapped an arm tight around my waist.

"Ill catch up with you guys later," he said to them. They said ok and he led me back inside. We went upstairs and i made a b-line to the bathroom with him behind me. I tried to throw up for a while but nothing came up and it was just dry heaving which was almost worse. After a while he just held me on the bathroom floor, and it was the first quiet, calm, moment we'd had together since the party started.

"Thanks for breaking the news," i said. "I panicked."

"It's aight. I was excited to tell them anyways."

"The strangest part of all this," i said, pasuing to really think about it, "is that now they all know we've been having sex."

"I think they knew that already Randi," he chuckled. He had a good point, but it still felt oddly exposing.

"Is it bad that i want them all to leave now," i mumbled,cheek to the floor.

"I can tell them to get out if thats what you want," he offered. I shook my head.

"Here, drink this," my moms voice suddenly came from the bathroom door. She was standing there holding a mug. "It will help with the nausea," she explained, walking over towards the bathtub where we were. So i took it and drank it. "Dont worry, people are starting to leave already. They saw you leaving and realized how tired you must be."

"Thanks mommy," i said, feeling particularly childish at the moment. She smiled.

"Im gonna go start cleaning up," she said. I nodded and then she left.

"Im a horrible person," i said as soon as she was gone.

"What? Why?" Cayden said, confused.

"Because i didn't wanna tell her, or anyone, and they're all so happy."

"Nah, that doesn't make you a horrible person. You're just private. But aren't you sort of glad they know now?" I knew what he meant, it made it feel more real, and their excitement and joy did make me feel like something good was coming. I was touched by how many people already loved this baby.

"Are you trying to say i told you so to me? While im pregnant?" I looked up at him.

"Is that gonna be the new card you play every time things aren't going your way?" he guessed.

"Yes, yes it is," I nodded proudly.

"Well, seriously though, thank you."

"For what?" i asked, playing with his hand in mine.

"For doing this for me," he rubbed my stomach, he was the only person that i actually liked doing that.

"You're welcome. But there is something i been wanting to say to you, and i feel like its important for you to know," i started.

"Okay..." he said, brows coming together.

"I am excited about having a baby.Yes, i'm doing this for you, but for me too. I know i was slow to warm up to the idea, but i can't wait to raise kids with you Cay," i smiled up at him. I saw the glimmer in his eye and it made me melt inside.

"Wait, you said kids, plural," he smirked. Of course he would focus on that.

"I did," i simply replied. He leaned down to plant his lips on mine, kissing me with all the excitement and love in the world. I wasn't sure if it was whatever drink my mom made, or the kiss, but i suddenly didn't feel sick anymore.

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cvrsedink · 6 years

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A Bellatrix Lestrange One-Shot

*It’s been a very long time since I’ve occupied her head space, so she is a bit rusty. I hope you enjoy it anyway!

Dreams turned into nightmares every time she shut her eyes. The sounds of low moans and cries for help filled her ears as if she were still there, chained to the salty stones in her cell, starving, weak, and alone. Only when the waves crashed against the sides of the towering prison were their voices drowned out, smothered by the angry water that surrounded Azkaban. Nature seemed to feed off the wizard-made island; the ocean groaned and clouds permanently darkened the sky, threatening to strike them all down at any given time. But even this scene was not privy to her. The small sliver of a window stood opposite of her confinement, just out of reach and tauntingly promising a freedom she could not have. Day and night she stared through this gap, unable to tear herself away from the past, as the screams of prisoners confused themselves with those entirely in her head.

The faces of her sisters swam before her eyes, frozen in shrieks of terror as they were struck down. Andromeda was always first, her hand outstretched as she attempted to fight for her freedom, but a jet of green light struck her chest like an arrow. Always true to its mark each time she saw the scene. Defiant, as she had always been, but the stubbornness was not unknown to the Black girls. Despite her utter treachery, Bellatrix had always found a way to keep her out of the Dark Lord’s direct line of sight.

Narcissa died last. She laid sprawled out on hard stone flooring, weeping and begging for the life of her child. Slowly, with her arms wrapped around a squirming blonde-haired babe, she would seem to melt into a pool of dark liquid. Her light, nearly white, hair fanned out around her was stained red with blood. A shadowed figure stood over her sinking form, letting out a high cruel laugh before ending her life.

No matter how many times Bellatrix attempted to change their fates, they always left her. And her mind would collapse into darkness, the deaths of her sisters becoming her reality and the only thing she knew to be true. It was her punishment, for the crimes she had committed. Because she had done many things for her Master, unspeakable things, and whatever happiness she had clung to was sucked from her soul. Hollow, broken, but still alive, she’d been half mad by the time her Dark Lord rescued her.

Weeks had passed since then, but the taste of salt lingered on her tongue. The others, the ones who had escaped her fate, didn’t understand the agony she had endured. How could they? Cowardice ruled their lives as they all fled into hiding the moment their Master had fallen. No one searched for him, no one except her and two others. And their attempts had been all for naught. No information was retrieved from the torture of Frank and Alice Longbottom, nothing but assurance that Bellatrix was His most loyal servant. In the end they had all been sent away, to rot in cells until their bodies withered into corpses.

Her mind had been lost. Her power became unpredictable, yet as strong as ever. She blamed those that had put her in chains for the misery she had suffered and it was revenge that fueled her. Nothing would satisfy her more than to see her enemies parish in the flames she created and ever since her freedom she had strived to be at His side, aiding him, as she had done before. But the broken fragments of a once strong woman shuddered at his fury, trembled under his glare, and strove earnestly to please him once more. Let me find the boy. She had said, heart fluttering with a long forgotten sensation. But he had shot her down. Admirable as her devotion was, the boy was his. Everything was his. But today, things were changing.

An owl had arrived, a strange method of communication from the Dark Lord, but it was a private summoning. The Mark was used solely to command the presence of all, but tonight he only wanted her. Jittery with anticipation, she waited for the time she was allowed to come. It had been too long since their last private meeting. Nearly fourteen years had passed since she had last stood in his presence alone. Back then she had been so bold, a soldier who was both loyal and ambitious. Tonight, she would prove to be just the same.

When the clock struck eleven, she apparated out of the Malfoy manor unnoticed and arrived outside the safe house. It appeared, from the outside, to be a run down shack with nothing more to it than a tattered, dirty curtain that fluttered in a broken window. Weeds cluttered the front yard, tangling together with sharp thorns, and tainting the air with a putrid smell. Stepping forward, she tapped her wand on the right side of a wrought iron gate before creaking it open and slipping past silently.

The inside of the shack was much larger and cleaner than the outside, but nearly as dark. There was no light, save for a low golden glow coming from the end of a long hallway. It cut through the blackness like a knife and guided her way to where she knew the Dark Lord would be waiting for her. The scent of mildew carpet overpowering her senses, she placed a hand against the cracked door, and pushed it open, announcing her arrival.

“Bellatrix.” His voice was low, barely audible over the crackling and snapping of burning wood. He had his black turned to her, his pale hands clasped behind him like a man deep in thought. “I have some news for you---"

“My Lord!” Bellatrix gasped, breathless with the honor of standing before him. Her body shrank in the company of his, head bowed in respect, a tangle of wild black hair curtained her gaze for only a moment. She longed to look at him, to be seen by him. Slowly, but insistently, she moved closer. “What is it my Lord?”

Gazing into the fire, the strange features of Lord Voldemort were illuminated in an unearthly glow. His sharp cheek bones casted shadows over his face and his red eyes were sunk deep into his skull, like two beacons shining out of the depths of a cavern. It was unnerving, yet mesmerizing and the woman found herself transfixed, waiting for him to tell her why he had summoned her. Why her? What grand plan did he have for the one who had been sent away for him? But the task at hand was not a gift to his soldier, but a test. It had not been lost on him that the woman who had been returned to him was not the same. And there could be no risking that Azkaban had softened her, instead of strengthening her.

“It seems---young Harry has a fond attachment for your cousin, Sirius Black.” His raspy voice filled the room with little effort, his eyes trained on the flames that licked flesh from wood. His servant hissed at the name of her kin and took a small step back. “Now, now, Bellatrix.” Voldemort turned, his gaze resting on her gaunt face. Her hollow eyes were momentarily alight with temptation and he lifted a hand to cup her chin. “I have given our slippery friend, Lucius, a mission--- and I wish you to accompany him.”

Her slender fingers twitched, her body coiling away from his cold touch. “You should not trust him, my Lord. He is not trustworthy. Malfoy is weak!” Bellatrix spat. “He is not strong enough to carry out your missions. You should have let me do this.” She was the most loyal, she had done everything to find him, and her efforts were repaid with exclusion. How dare Lucius or Severus think they were the most favored, the most devout of them all. How dare they think themselves worthy! After all those years, they had spent in their cozy lives, forgetting who they were and letting the world forget who they had served.

Ignoring her outburst, the Dark Lord continued. “I’m going to lure the boy to the Department of Mysteries, so that we may retrieve the prophecy at long last. He will think Sirius is there, captured by me, tortured by me. This will bring him. But it will also bring Sirius, no doubt.” He paused, taking in the expression on his loyal servant’s face, drinking in the flickering of emotions hidden behind her lidded eyes. “You must rid the boy of him.”

It took only a moment for Bellatrix to understand what she was being instructed to do. It would not be her job to get the prophecy or even capture the boy, instead it would be to kill Sirius Black. “Of course, My Lord.” Her voice did not tremble or fault in any way to betray the sliver of hesitance she felt. The Black family name would die with Sirius and they would fade away, like other great houses had done. No more would they command the respect of others or insight fear, but instead dwindle away like a withering flower. Once dead, there would be no use to recollect on it and no chance of revival.

“That is all.”

The Dark Lord turned away from her and Bellatrix retreated into the shadows, the face of young Sirius dancing in her mind. Such a bright, vivacious boy he had been. What a shame…what a shame, she thought miserably. But she could not fail. It was clear to her, now, that this was not a mission she could turn away from. There would be no more shielding her family from the wrath of the Dark Lord.

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softforimjaebum · 7 years

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Ripped Jeans

Im Jaebumx Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Genre: Thigh Riding Smut

Summary: Jaebum had been thinking about a certain kink all day long, even when he shouldn’t have been

Author’s Note: Send all the holy water y’all have, and drink some yourself. We all need jesus. Inspired by this:

To say that Jaebum was tired when he returned to his dorm after fan meets was an understatement. They would usually meet people all day long, and by the time he was alone in the confines of his shower, he didn’t want anyone to so much as talk to him, not even the rest of the boys.

After that, he would heard straight to bed. Some nights he even skipped dinner because the thought of the muscles in his mouth working made him feel awful.

But tonight, he just couldn’t get his mind off you. He knew this was the worst time seeing as you would probably be cuddled up in bed since he hadn't mentioned meeting you. He had seen the pictures you had so innocently sent him, trying on new dresses that you had bought that day in the few breaks they got during the day and it had somehow driven his thoughts wild.

He knew you didn’t send those pictures to try and tease him, but he couldn’t help it. All he could think for the rest of the day was getting you off. And now here he was, in the shower with the water cascading down his body with a hard on he didn’t want to do anything about. He didn't want anything to do with it if it didn’t involve you. But the problem was, he really did want to do something about it.

Usually, he wouldn’t be so needy. He could get himself off for the night and just meet you the next day to take better care of him. It had been way too long in his honest opinion since he had been able to see you owing to the many promotional events GOT7 had been a part of.

No matter how he tried he could not get this one image out of his head. You, riding his thigh, getting yourself off. He could almost imagine you grinding on his thigh, giving in so easily to his depraved kinks. On second thoughts, he realised you probably had a similar kink anyway. He could imagine your hands pulling at his hair and scratching any skin you could find because he wouldn’t let you get off that easy. It was almost painful to think about teasing you (and teasing himself in the process), but for the life in him, he couldn't stop thinking of it.

He was harshly pulled from his fantasy land by Jinyoung knocking on the bathroom door.

“Jaebum hyung, I need to brush my teeth, why is the door closed?”

He let out a deep sigh, turning the shower off and stepping out to reach for his towel kept on the rack.

“Give me a minute I’ll be right out” he shouted out to Jinyoung.

He dried himself the best he could, and then look at the pair of shorts he had brought with him to wear after his shower. He had made the mistake of bringing basketball shorts of pretty flimsy material, the kind that made it especially difficult to hide a hard on. He sighed again, debating whether to just wear his towel out. It wouldn't help much but it would be better than putting these shorts on and risking Jackson spotting him. He would never let Jaebum live it down.

“Hyung?” Jinyoung called out again

“Coming!” he shouted, sounding a little harsher than he initially intended. He couldn't help but let his temper flare.

Deciding to just go with the towel, he yanked the door open and walked past Jinyoung without a word; if anyone could understand Jaebum’s temper flares, it was Jinyoung. They had known each way too long to not realise the little things about each other.

Walking into his room he was almost glad for Jackson to be fast asleep on his bunk. Because this way, Jaebum had the room quiet and to himself. He had some things to mull over.

Should he just text you to meet him? He knew he couldn’t just go over considering he didn’t know what the situation with your roommate would be like. It wasn’t because your roommate had any hard feelings for him, in fact she loved him and babied him the way you would often baby Yugyeom, but because she hated being disturbed in her sleep. If you and Jaebum had plans she would either borrow your noise cancelling earphones or would shift to Jaebum’s dorm for the time the two of you needed the apartment. But if he decided to just show up unannounced and tease you into screaming his name until it was all you could remember, and mind you he definitely did plan on that, she would kick you both out onto the streets.

Then an idea struck him. Jackson had recently leased a car. He kept complaining about how he couldn't always wait around for the company cars to drive him around and wanted some privacy to himself, and so the company had allowed Jackson to lease a car for the next year to drive around as he pleased. The windows were obviously tinted, and at this ungodly hour, Jaebum could think of a couple of places that would be empty enough to park the car and have his way with you.

He decided to text you, checking if you were even awake.

Are you awake?

Your phone dinged, and you were surprised to see a text from Jaebum. You knew he had a fan meet during the day, the many pictures of GOT7 being, well, GOT7 had made its way onto your Twitter feed. Whenever he had a schedule as busy as today, you didn't expect him to contact you any shape or form. Pre-comeback, mid-promotion, all these times were when you had least contact with him. Not that he didn't make up for it whenever he could. If there was a day when he was just slightly less busy he would show up on your doorstep with takeout and cuddle you into the next morning.

Yes I am, everything okay babe?

You were ever so slightly worried at such a late night text only asking if you were awake. Your mind automatically went into mother mode because everyone knew idol life wasn't easy, and at this hour, everyone tends to overthink. You had just about locked your phone to wait for his reply, expecting a couple of minutes to pass before he did; everyone knew Jaebum wasn't a fast texter. He was quite a grandpa in that way, and truth be told, you could almost swear your grandma actually texted faster than him. However, you were surprised again at how quickly his reply had come.

I’m coming over, wear something easy to take off

OH. You were confused for about five seconds before it dawned on you; this was a booty call. You were still confused about Jaebum actually having enough energy to even text but hey, you weren't complaining. Needy Jaebum was the best Jaebum.

You had ended up just ditching your Stitch pajama bottoms for a plain skirt and about 15 minutes later, Jaebum was calling you asking you to come outside, saying that he had brought Jackson’s car with him.

You rushed out, leaving a note on the breakfast counter for your roommate just in case she woke up and found you gone. You recognised Jackson’s car easily, having helped him select this very one yourself.

Sitting in the passenger side, you greeted Jaebum with a smile, and you could tell by his face he wasn't kidding around. He did, however, lean in to give you a quick kiss on the cheek before starting the car. There were silence between the two of you as he drove, and that wasn’t an uncommon thing for the two of you.

After driving about 20 minutes, Jaebum had brought you to what looked like an empty parking lot where he drove till the very corner of it and parked the car.

He was the first to break the silence, before you could even think of starting a conversation.

“Come here” he said, signalling to his lap and extending an arm towards you.

You quickly undid your seat belt, kicked off your slippers and crawled onto his lap, his arms engulfing you even before you were fully comfortable.

“I really missed you” you whispered while you nuzzled into his neck. You placed a lingering kiss that sent shivers down his body and he slightly pulled your body back.

“Me too”

You could tell he was being honest about his feelings, even though he never used many words to express them.

He took this opportunity to kiss you, soft and lingering at first, teasing you. If there was anything Jaebum loved to do, it was to find new ways of getting under your skin and teasing you. You knew tonight would entail the same, him having come up with something he knew in his heart would drive you mad. His hands were lightly caressing the exposed skin of your thighs, sending goosebumps all over your body.

He continued this until you wanted more than just soft kisses. Your hands went straight to his hair, pulling his face towards yours and he chuckled before deepening the kiss. His hands rested on the curve of your back, starting to slowly move you to grind on him. You lightly clawed at his neck before holding onto it and using that as a leverage to grind a little harder on him.

He could feel it when you started to get into grinding on him, the friction caused being slightly addictive. His hands crawled under your skirt and grabbed a handful of your ass, causing you to lowly moan into the kiss.

He pulled away from the kiss and went straight for your neck. He loved biting as much as you did, and you would probably have a lot of makeup to do in the upcoming days trying to hide the marks he was leaving. He started near your collar bone, slowly making his way up to your ears, his hands still holding onto your ass and maintaining just how fast you could grind on him.

“Ride my thigh” was all he whispered in your ear before pulling away from you completely and sitting back in the seat. He looked at your face, trying to read your expression. And you would be lying if you didn't admit that was one of the hottest things you’d heard Jaebum say, and you’d heard him say a lot of filth to you.

“You kinky little sh-“ you started with a smile before being cut off by a quick kiss from Jaebum, his face mimicking the smile on yours.

“Don’t even try to act as if you don’t love the idea already” Jaebum said, his eyes eager to see you do what he asked.

Well, he did have you there.

You got up on your knees and slightly repositioned yourself; the huge seats in Jackson’s SUV coming in extremely handy as you put both of your knees on either side of his thigh. This is when you noticed what he was wearing; he wore the same jeans as the ones he had worn earlier in the day at the fan meet, the extremely distressed jeans. He had only bothered to change his shirt, now wearing a plain black shirt that clung to his broad shoulders for life. The very thought of grinding on his ripped jeans made you moan.

Noticing this, Jaebum put both his arms on your waist and pulled you down to sit on his thigh, hurrying you along. Once seated you were slightly unsure of how to go about his request, but started grinding on his thigh like you had been before.

It felt a lot different though, the feeling of the distressed material of his jeans rubbing against you through your panties was delicious. You rolled your hips slowly, treasuring the new found friction, getting used to it.

Jaebum, on the other hand, had other ideas. He wanted to push you to the edge and then keep you there, just begging for his mercy. His hands gripped your waist tighter, making you grind a little harder on his thigh. He could feel the material of your panties on the skin that was exposed and as much as he liked it, he wanted to feel just how wet you were, he wanted damp spots on his jeans by the time he was done.

Lifting you up a little, his hands reached under your skirt and towards the waistband of your panties, tugging them down quickly. Not knowing how to exactly take them off all the way, he thought it would just be easier to rip them, seeing as the lacy material wasn't that strong anyway. As soon as you heard the material rip, you looked at Jaebum wide-eyed, and only slightly disapproving. You didn't have time to voice your disappointment though since as soon as your panties were gone, he brought you back down on his thigh and the feeling of the rough material of jeans right on your clit drove you wild.

“Fuck, Jae, that feels so good”

You were a moaning mess and his lips were everywhere on you, sucking marks on your neck before moving downwards and biting the supple skin of your chest. He managed to unclasp your bra and kneaded your breasts before pinching one of your nipples, making you cry out above him.

One of your hands is in his hair, pulling every time he gives you little bouts of pain and the other one is holding onto his shoulders for support. You grind on his thigh faster, and that is when one of his hands moves to your hair, yanking your head backwards, making you look directly at him.

“Look at yourself, riding my thigh in Jackson’s car in a fucking parking lot. You know anyone could see you like this right now, and I bet you wouldn’t even care would you?”

All you could do was whimper. The fucking mouth on this boy was pure filth and he knew too well that you loved it.

“I can fucking feel how wet you are you know? Just like that baby, keep grinding on me”

He held your eyes as you kept grinding on him, dangerously close to your release. And he could tell because the next words he said almost made you cum.

“I can feel how desperate you are to cum, but don’t you dare do it until you’ve soaked that spot on my jeans” he said, pointing to where you were grinding on him.

“Jae” you whispered, your own voice sounding broken and raw. “I can’t, its too much”

The harshness of his jeans was too much to bear, and to not cum while grinding on it even worse.

But Jaebum wasn’t having any of it, he just shook his head no, making you whine in protest.

Deciding to distract you, he grabbed your hand and placed it on top of his clothed cock.

“Can you feel that? How fucking hard you make me? Just seeing you this needy to cum, fuck baby, its so hot”

“Jae that isn’t helping”

“Oh well” he smiled at you momentarily, the purest smile one could imagine, before you rubbed him over his jeans making him throw his head back and moan.

At this point, you could feel the mess that you had made on thigh, and Jaebum still had no mind of letting you finish.

“Please jae, please fuck”

“Don’t you dare cum” he said, gripping your waist and stopping you from moving at all.

After a little while, when he was sure you had calmed down, he started moving you again. He was controlling the pace, and you were happy to let him because there was no way you could think straight enough to even ride him properly. Just as you were close again, he made stopped moving you again. And again, and again. He kept doing this until you were so close to the edge that you could start crying at how frustrated you were at being denied your orgasm so many times.

“Such a good girl for me aren’t you?” he smirked at you as you tried to catch your breath when he stopped you again.

In response, you dug your nails into the skin of his neck that you had been holding onto.

“Oh hurting me isn’t going to make this any better for you baby” he said in a mockingly sweet voice.

“Please Jaebum” you managed to say, knowing fully well how needy you sounded and just how badly that got him off. He loved to see you as desperate for him as possible.

“Okay, make yourself cum” he said, completely letting go of you and leaning back.

You stared at him in surprise, you really didn't think you could move on your own.

“Come on, be a good girl and let me watch you get off just riding my thighs”

Placing your hands on his chest for support, you started moving; slowly at first, and gradually picking up pace as he kept on whispering how dirty you were for him, how it made him so hard seeing you like this.

His jeans surely had a soaked patch by now, but that didn’t help how rough they were, and it was making things even more difficult for you to get off. Sensing this, Jaebum took two fingers and slid them right along your clit. Letting you grind on his fingers instead of the rough jeans.

“Jae-“ you started to warm him that you were close when you were cut off by him suddenly putting his fingers inside you; catching you completely off guard and in the process pushing you into your impending orgasm.

You cum around his fingers, still rutting again his palms, trying to make your orgasm last as long as possible, your hands gripping his shirt tightly. He just sits there looking at you, making a mess of yourself. Saying he was hard was an understatement by now, but looking at you cumming almost made him cum in his pants.

When you were too sensitive for his hands to be on you, you lazily brought your hands down to his wrist and pushed it slightly. He complied, and slowly withdrew his fingers from you, careful to not make any sudden movements to hurt you.

Your eyes were closed, too busy catching your breath when you heard a low moan from Jaebum and your eyes shot up to his. He was looking down and following his gaze down you realised he had undone his zipper and pulled his cock out, that he was now stroking. With the same hand that had helped you with your orgasm. You had to admit that was the hottest sight you had seen, seeing Jaebum getting himself off.

And that sight itself turned you on, and you wanted to help him. You had an easy idea to do both of those things at once.

To draw his attention back to you, you slowly rolled your hips on his thighs once again, and his eyes were quickly back on yours. You smiled at him, and leaned in to kiss him.

“So hard for me baby” you said, still grinding steadily on him, the oversensitivity long forgotten. You placed your head near his ears and continued, “You look so hot like this, Jae”. You let one of your thumb swipe over the head of cock, collecting all the pre-cum that was leaking from his cock.

“Making such a mess for me” you said, leaning back and putting that thumb in your mouth, sucking and licking it as you would to his cock.

Jaebum whimpered at this, and it made your inside twist. You wanted to hear that noise over and over again.

You rolled your hips faster on him, noticing his hand picking up pace too.

Your orgasm was approaching fast, owing to how sensitive you were and you did want to finish until you saw Jaebum finishing first.

“Jaebum, I can’t cum unless I get to see you cum first baby”

He was a mess, hearing you talk to him like this was a first, but it turned him on beyond belief and as soon as you said those words, he was done for. With one last stroke of his hand, he was cumming all over his shirt, moaning your name and writhing beneath you.

It was a sight to behold really, Jaebum’s face contouring in pleasure, his voice thick with need. It propelled you towards your own orgasm, your eyes seeing stars as you shut them tightly. To say that you were both a wreck, you more so than him, would be pretty accurate. Either of you could really move, just holding each other until your breathing returned to normal.

That’s when Jaebum reached towards the tissues kept in the dashboard of the car, and wiped both of you clean. Once he was done, he carefully lifted you up and you plopped down on the passenger seat. When Jaebum tried to pull away from you, you just whined and held onto his neck tighter. You weren't ready to have him leave just yet.

He chuckled at you before saying “Let’s get you home baby, you can cuddle with me there”

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shinwnn · 6 years

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i said i love you (&. yoongi)

(inspo) five word prompts “i said i love you”

you and yoongi have always been close

like you’ve never known a time in your life where he wasn’t more than a 15 minute drive away from you

& he’s always taken care of u in an endearing older sibling sort of way, even though he was only a year older than u

in hs while you guys were applying to colleges, you figured you’d just maximize ur chances by applying to any college in the city

but yoongi wouldn’t let u and instead went through each place on ur list and crossed out anywhere w in the general vicinity of a crime committed within the past 5 years

“yoongi stop it i’ll buy some pepper spray or something”

and while he’s laying on ur bed looking up each school he says, “pepper spray? u think that’s going to keep u safe? it’s just better if ur somewhere closer to me so i can keep an eye on u”

to which u replied with a teasing smile: “oh i see. so u don’t want me to go far bc ur gonna miss me right? bc ur life would be empty without me?”

yoongi looks up from the laptop and sees how content u are with urself (ur eyes lit up, ur cute smug smile) and his heart almost jumps the slightest bit

but without skipping a beat, he shoots back, “i hope u and ur stupid pepper spray get married far away from me”

neither of you have really let yourselves think abt the possibility of a romantic relationship between the two of you bc things seem so perfect with you guys being best friends that neither of you wanted to even think abt the possibility of change

it’s there though - there’s love in the way you guys look each other and think abt each other when the other person isn’t there and eat dinners with each others families

u end up going to school nearby yoongi’s at a college that he found for u bc he knows the programs ur interested in and atmosphere that u like, and mostly bc he knows ur far too lazy to do any of the research urself

you’ve been going there for about two years now and you don’t see yoongi everyday, but you guys make it a habit to meet up every weekend no matter what

sometimes you go out for adventures on the town, but honestly with yoongi, most of the time it’s just lazy saturday nights on the couch with blankets and good music playing in the background while u guys tell each other abt ur weeks

and it’s just such a cute, wholesome friendship

recently, yoongi’s skipped out on some of these weekend hangouts bc an executive from an entertainment company heard some of the songs he writes in his free time & want him to try composing music for them

so yeah, he’s been busy writing draft after draft of the same demo

and you are so !! happy for him bc you know this has always been his dream

but you’re also worried bc you know how hard he can be on himself and how he always forgets to take care of himself

for the past few weeks you’ve been sending him periodic text messages checking up on him and letting him know what youve been up to, but all you receive in return is a sticker and, once in a while, a :~)”

and you’ve been trying to support him and you give him his space and time so he can write his best but you can’t lie that youre a little disappointed that he’s not making any effort to talk to you

so this weekend you decide to bring him dinner bc he said he’d be in working all night and , quite simply, you just really miss ur best friend

u make him kimchi jiggae bc u know how much he likes ur cooking & u pack some rice & side dishes and head over

but when u show up at his apartment and u realize he isnt home ur a little disappointed and kinda like ??? :/// where is he

you wait around a bit but he’s not answering his phone and after a while its pretty clear that he won’t be back anytime soon so you just hang the bag of food on the door handle with a little note saying “you must miss me a lot right? eat well buddy!!”

and you hang around for 5 more minutes bc ur hopeful but eventually you decide to start home

you remember that there’s a cafe nearby that yoongi would always take you to, so you decide to grab something before you head home

when you walk in the first thing you see is none other than ur best friend sleepily looking at his laptop & ur about to walk over excitedly

but when you look a little longer you notice he’s sitting across from a girl and they’re sharing a dessert & when she says something they both laugh happily

and you can’t explain it, you’re not even sure if it really happened, but you think your heart may have dropped at that moment

you also can’t explain why you turn around and walk out of the cafe when you make eye contact with him

you also can’t explain why you linger outside the cafe just long enough for him to come out and look for you

and when he does come outside you’re a little embarrassed bc you dont know why you did that, but when you look back inside and remember how happy he looked to be ditching your technically unsaid plans, any trace of embarrassment faded into anger

“we haven’t seen each other in weeks and you don’t come over and say hi?” he says playfully with a small smirk

you’re completely taken aback by how he’s acting bc ?? does he not even realize

“oh i am SO sorry!” u say w a violent sarcasm, “i didn’t think you would’ve recognized me seeing how you haven’t bothered to reply to any of my messages”

the soft smile that was on yoongi’s lips fades away quickly as he’s realizing that you’re not joking with him

he looks completely lost and he’s searching ur eyes to try and figure out what’s happening, and he looks like he’s about to say something when you cut him off

“it’s just nice to know that while i’ve been worrying about you, you’ve been out enjoying yourself”

his eyes darken a little with worry “hey,, hey” his voice is soft “i’m sorry i haven’t replied, but you know i’ve been busy. i thought you did at least. where’s all this coming from?”

you break eye contact and look down, you don’t want to say anything bc you don’t know either

you don’t know why you’re suddenly feeling protective over your friend

you dont know why you’re so hurt that he’s hanging out with some other girl,,, he’s allowed to after all

he reaches out to tug on ur jacket bc he wants to get ur attention (but also it’s just a habit of his to tug on ur jacket)

& it’s weird but when u look up to meet his sad eyes and something abt having him there, even when you’re upset at him, is so comforting that, for a moment, u feel every feeling you’ve ignored the past 10 years

u feel how much u completely and absolutely love this boy bc u know that he cares about u SO much & how comfortable and warm he can make u feel even when ur angry and it’s freezing cold outside & u feel that more than anything else, yoongi is home to u

but you can’t say any of that to him so instead u just look down again and say, more softly this time “i’m sorry just,,, go back inside okay? don’t worry about me” and you offer him a weak smile

but to him it’s just completely unconvincing

&when you start to leave he’s completely intending on taking you home and telling you how much he’s sorry bc after all he did kind of ditch u

but he can’t just ditch the girl inside so instead he waits with u by the bus stop

& while youre waiting no one says anything which is funny bc all youve wanted to do these past few weeks is talk to yoongi

"by the way, that girl is in one of my music theory classes. she was helping me polish the song i’ve been working on.”

at this point, you’re feeling a little embarrassed again about the way you’re acting (like a jealous girlfriend)

but you’re stubborn so u just make a sound of acknowledgement

“hey, i’m sorry i haven’t been messaging you. i’ll do better. sorry for making you worry. when i finish my demo track, i’ll take you for dinner ok?”

you nod and see the headlights of the bus coming so you stand up

you feel yoongi link arms with you and you look up to what might possible be the cutest little pout

“please don’t be mad at me” there’s a slight whining in his tone and u cant help but wrinkle ur nose at him, sings of amusement clear on ur face

“good night yoongi” you through him one more weak smile bc you can’t find it in u to offer anything more

he goes back inside after you get on the bus but he can’t focus the rest of the time bc when he was supposed to be thinking about how well certain harmonies complemented each other all he could think about was .... how cute you looked when u were upset?? and how come he though you being angry at him for being w another girl was adorable??

so anyway, the last few adjustments he makes to his track suspiciously has characteristics of a love song

when you get home, u roll around ur bed for a while trying to figure out everything you were feeling before you hear your door ring

when u go to answer it ur surprised to see that it’s yoongi, carrying the bag of food you had left for him ...and another bag from your favorite bakery

when he got home and saw the food you had prepared for him he knew immediately that he shouldn’t have let you leave earlier in the first place, so he figures the next best thing is coming with a bag of apology pastries

“miss me? it’s been a long hour right?” he says before shoving the bag he brought you into your hands “eat with me!”

as he makes his way towards ur small dining table, the weird tension that followed you two earlier dissolves almost completely

and ur enjoying it so much that you don’t even notice that you’re not even eating but instead staring fondly at yoongi

and when he looks up at u curiously, putting down his spoon for a moment and tilting his head bc he can tell there’s something you want to say, you take the opportunity

“sorry for being so weird today, i dont know it was weird i was being weird i shouldn’t have done any of that sorry if i ruined ur night or made you uncomfortable or made that girl u were with uncomfortable i dont know whats wrong with me i had expire yogurt for lunch yesterday maybe that’s it and ur still so nice to me even though i was being so weird and im sorry -”

the words are coming out of ur mouth at a mile a minute bc you’ve been thinking a little 2 much and now that ur finally vocalizing the thoughts, you’re finding it a little hard to stop

thankfully, yoongi also had a little time to think on the way over

and so he doesn’t hesitate to shut you up by leaning forward and placing the softest kiss on your lips before leaning back into his seat, smiling at you like he’s proud of what he did

and you can’t explain why it feels so natural when you kiss & why ur heart feels so warm, but then again you’ve been having trouble explaining a lot of things today

“i love you”

“what?” ur still a little in shock (and the fact that u feel like there are a thousand butterflies in ur stomach isn’t helping)

“i said i love you”

“ok idiot i heard u, but ... what?”

“i love how much u care about me and i love how you get mad at me and i love how happy u can make me and i love how many texts in a row you send me even when i don’t respond and i love-”

this time it was your turn to stop him, in the same way

u can feel him smiling into the kiss and u think to urself that this explains everything youve done today

bc you like him and u always have

“okay, i love you too”

#yoongi #suga #bts #bts scenario #btswritersguild #five word prompt #ok omg finally #this isnt that good but to be completley honest ive had this in my drafts for so long aand im just over it at this point #i ll do better in the future but i hope u can still enjoy this!!

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heckin-good-holland-blog · 7 years

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A Different Fight II

Warnings: None!! This is a continuation of another short piece of writing that you can find here

Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker

Genre: Angst but also finally some fluff

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: HOLY CRAP GUYS!! I’m so blown away by your reactions to the first part, it’s absolutely nuts. Your kind words and feedback are appreciated, I hope this lives up to your expectations 💕

It had been two days since your fight with Peter and you were still really messed up about it. It was a Sunday afternoon and you had refused to get out of your bed since you had gotten in it over 48 hours ago. You had no motivation to do anything, only getting up to use the bathroom when you really needed to or to stock up on snacks. You slept a lot, trying to avoid the feeling of guilt that rotted away in the bottom of your stomach. Your only other super close friend Michelle was blowing up your phone with texts even though you really weren’t in the mood. You told her so, and she decided that she needed to come over (against your wishes).

“This is the most pathetic thing I’ve seen in my whole life.” Michelle’s voice woke you up from yet another nap, and you opened your eyes to find her standing over you.

“Yeah, this is the most pathetic I’ve felt in my whole life so I guess it’s fitting,” you mumbled.

“Seriously, are you this bummed out about a tiny fight with Peter?” she asked. “What did you even argue about anyway?” You groaned at the memories replaying in your head.

“I don’t even know what really happened,” you said, running your hands through your hair. “I was just so mad and I took it all out on him. Not only that, I also got super jealous.” Michelle listened to your words carefully and you could see the gears turning in her mind.

“Who is it that you were jealous of?” she questioned.

“Oh god, this is so embarrassing,” you complained. “It was Liz Allan, the senior. Peter’s been hanging out with her a lot lately and he ditched me to go to her stupid party. Man, what does he see in her anyway? Other than the fact that she’s pretty, smart, and just about everything I’m not… Not that it matters, I just miss him since he’s, you know, a busy guy.” The two of you were silent for a moment. You hadn’t really meant to say all of that, but Michelle had a way of getting you to open up to her. She stared at you for a long time and you raised your eyebrows at her, puzzled by her strange look.

“Y/N, you totally love Peter,” she declared. You started to argue, but she cut you off. “You like him so much and you’re jealous of Liz because you think he likes her! This isn’t because you were mad, this is because you won’t admit you have feelings for him! I called it!"

"MJ, that’s crazy…” you said. “He’s just a friend."

"A friend that you love,” she corrected. You rolled your eyes but didn’t say anything. She was right. Of course she was right, she always was. Thinking about Peter with Liz made you feel like a wave had washed over you, suffocating you in a mix of insufferable envy and sadness. Every time he said her name your stomach dropped, similar to how it did during roller coaster rides or when you drove over big hills. You knew you needed to fix things with him, he was way too important to you and you couldn’t let things stay the way they were. Michelle left, spewing out kind words of support and advice as she went. You finally stood up, ready to face your problems.

Tracking Peter down was hard. You didn’t want to text him because you weren’t sure he was going to answer. Even if he did, would he really want to see you? You tried his apartment but his aunt was the only one home. May usually loved seeing you, but today she seemed a little off. You didn’t blame her, Peter probably had told her what happened and her opinion of you must have changed. You decided to try one other place, the spot where you and Peter had spent most of your time together.

The rooftop was a little chilly and your ears stung a bit in the wind, but you barely noticed since you were so preoccupied with finding Peter. Sure enough, there he was, sitting with his legs dangling off the ledge. He was in the Spider-Man suit but the mask was off, discarded behind him on the cement. You took a deep breath and approached him quietly. He must have heard you, probably from his super senses, because he turned his head to face you. He looked just as awful as you did, if not worse. His hair was a mess and he had deep purple circles beneath his eyes. His skin was blotchy and it seemed as if he had cried recently.

“Hi,” you said, willing your voice not to crack. You fidgeted with your hands, unsure of how to begin.

“Hi,” Peter echoed, his tone lacking all of its usual enthusiasm. He swung his legs back over the ledge and stood up.

“I… I wanted to tell you that I’m sorry,” you started. “I was totally out of line, I should never have said any of those things to you-"

"Yeah, no kidding,” Peter said. He furrowed his brows, looking at the ground. “Look, I want to accept your apology and for everything to be cool…"

"Great!” you said, relieved. It felt as if a boulder had been lifted off of your shoulders that you didn’t realize you had been carrying.

“I want to,” he continued as if you hadn’t spoken. “But I don’t know if I can. It’s just… Well, it’s complicated.”

“So tell me how I can fix it,” you begged. If you had any tears left you would have been crying, but you had already shed them all. You were completely empty and the only thing you could do was stand there like a statue.

“Y/N, you said some pretty bad things,” Peter reminded you. As if you had forgotten. “Honestly, it was bad enough for you to take swings at me, but Liz? What did she ever do to you? I just don’t get it.” And so it began. You couldn’t stop yourself, the words started tumbling out of your mouth before you could contain them.

“I don’t like her,” you blurted, your hands falling to your sides. “I don’t like you hanging out with her, I don’t like you talking about her, and I really don’t like you choosing her over me. It makes me feel like garbage. All you do is pine over her and the worst part is that you don’t even realize that it upsets me!” Peter’s mouth was a thin line, his eyes darkening. You felt a surge of dread flow through you. Not again, this wasn’t supposed to happen again.

“Has it occurred to you that I can have other friends?” he asked loudly, his voice making your legs shake from under you. Panic seized you, the terrifying thought of having a repeat of what had already happened filling your brain.

“That’s the problem!” you croaked, your voice betraying you. “She’s not just a friend! You were willing to beat me up over her. Peter, you pinned me against a wall! It’s not like you were taking down a criminal, you were arguing with me. Do you have any idea how scared I was?”

“I didn’t mean to,” he said quietly after a moment. “You know that. I’m not used to being so mad at someone I’m close to. I forgot what was happening for a minute, I forgot it was a different fight…” He looked away, sniffing as he tried to hide his face. You got a short glimpse of it and it was enough to know that he was crying. Abandoning all of your lingering anger, you walked over to pick up the mask he had left behind. You held it in your fingers, moving your thumb over the soft fabric absentmindedly.

��Peter,” you said suddenly. “I’m not mad about Liz. I wasn’t mad to begin with. You were right, I’m jealous of her. I’m so insanely jealous and it made me say such horrible things to you. I’m so sorry, I know that doesn’t change what happened…” Peter rubbed his eyes, finally meeting you gaze.

“But why would you be jealous of her?” he asked. You took a deep breath and took a cautious step forward.

“I like you,” you finally admitted. “Actually, I more than like you. The way you feel about her, that’s how I feel about you. It’s awful, really. Everything you do makes my heart soar and it’s so hard because I can’t do anything about it!” He opened his mouth to say something, but you shook your head. You just wanted to get this off your chest before you chickened out.

“The truth is, I love you Peter. I always have and I always will. You can date Liz, I don’t care. Just… Just please don’t hate me anymore. I can’t live with it.” Peter stared at you for a moment, his mouth open and his eyes wide.

“I-I never hated you,” he said finally. “And I don’t want to date Liz. You’re 0 for 2, want to keep trying?” You were caught totally off guard, especially by how light and joking his tone and gotten once again.

“But I thought-” you started but stopped as he held out his hand for you to hold. You hesitantly reached out to him and he gripped it gently, lacing his fingers between yours.

“You’re ridiculous, crazy, and have no clue how to deal with your temper,” he said with a small smile. “Why would I ever want to date anyone other than you?”

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mooosicaldreamz · 7 years

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i was going to ask for faberry but then i promised myself i wouldnt be That Person™ but like..,,,,.,. no one asked for faberry.... I Must. i'll take anything you're willing to write and also im sorry

i don’t know what a faberry is but this is set in the summer between s1 and s2 and i didn’t do a ton of research about the state of affairs at the beginning of s2 because i’m not a LOSER and I DIDN’T LISTEN TO I FEEL PRETTY/UNPRETTY AND CRY. nO ONE SEND ME ANY MORE FABERRY PROMPTS BECAUSE I HAVE ENOUGH. thAnk YOU. FOR ur TIME. for the feels, enjoy this tag. also, this is for my 1k follower extravaganza. what are all you ppl doing here anyway?

“Rachel, sit down,” Kurt yelps, yanking Rachel back into her seat. The whole club’s at the shady carnival that sets up in the Kohl’s parking lot every summer in Lima, where all the rides are run by suspiciously tattooed, bearded men. Finn and Puck are starting a fight in line, having been cut off from boarding the ride with the rest of them. Santana laughs loudly at the affronted look on Rachel’s face.

They’re all shoved into this strange bear-shaped contraption that spins and spins until someone (usually Quinn) gets sick. Mercedes next to Kurt, Kurt next to Rachel, and Quinn in the enviable position of being between Santana and Rachel, in the very back of the bear. The furthest from the exit.

Before the ride even starts moving, Brittany is torquing the center table to get the bear to spin on its axis, and Quinn closes her eyes as Rachel and Kurt whisper fight over how Finn is behaving today. He’s being petulant; what else is new? Rachel and Finn are trying to pretend that they aren’t dating, maybe out of respect for Quinn, but it’s obvious and Quinn wishes it were something more than annoying, that she could - feel anger, or betrayal. But there’s not much more than the numb feeling that’s followed her around since -

The ride starts, Brittany starts spinning even faster, Santana joining in. She places her hands on the table in front of her, watching as the room spins faster and faster until she has to close her eyes. To push back against the nausea, she presses down on the metal of the table, and the burn on her palms from the friction is almost enough. She still throws up the minute she stumbles out of the damn thing, and only Rachel stops for half a second to look - well, something.

The Himalayas ride is next. The ex-con operating the ride is refusing to let Finn on the ride, because he’s “too tall” and Finn is too afraid to start a fight with him because the man is massive and has a face tattoo. Santana and Brittany settle into their car, Kurt and Mercedes into another, and Puck and Quinn and Rachel stare around at each other before Puck spots a single female rider and grins at her until he’s in her car.

So that’s how she ends up on the outside seat of the car with Rachel clinging to the other side.

“How are you feeling?” Rachel asks, while they wait for the rest of the riders to file into their seats and for Finn to stop distracting the operator with his whining. There had not really been a height maximum on the ride, and Quinn’s certain that she’s even ridden this ride with Finn before - so she feels a certain thankfulness to him. Well - some thankfulness, because when she takes a glance at Rachel, she looks pitying and sad.

“I’m fine,” Quinn says. She is fine. She is fine.

“Right,” Rachel says, shifting in her seat and looking around the ride and further onto the carnival and further onto the Kohl’s parking lot, overrun with people and children and young parents pushing their babies in strollers. “I meant…I’m asking about…”

“Yeah, I don’t exactly want to talk about that with you,” Quinn says. Rachel blinks, nods. The ride starts moving then and Quinn can’t help but laugh as she watches Rachel cling harder to her side of the car’s handrail to prevent herself from sliding up against Quinn. Rachel looks flabbergasted by the noise, her eyes going wide.

“Just let go,” Quinn says. “You’ll break your arm if you try to fight it.”

So Rachel does let go, and Quinn opts to ignore the rush of warmth that floods through her when Rachel’s body settles against hers and stays firmly pressed there as they go up and down and all around.

The fun house is not much fun. Santana refuses to go on it because she “needs some food” aka she hates clowns and the funhouse is clown-themed, and of course Brittany goes with her, and Kurt begs off to go buy some cotton candy with Finn, who the operator claims will smack his head on a doorway. Puck rushes Mercedes straight into the spinning walkway, ready to catch her if she falls, and Kurt lingers at the entryway, talking to the operator - who Quinn really thinks he should not be attempting to flirt with.

So it’s just Rachel and her, in the mirror maze. It’s quiet in there, populated only by the sounds of distant children shrieking, the mechanical groans of the building around them. Rachel’s staring is louder than all of that, though, and Quinn directs a glare at her, hanging out by her shoulder for “navigation purposes.”

“What is it?” Quinn asks, finally, after she bumps into a third straight wall and decides to just stop and let whatever Rachel needs to say come out. It’s exhausting, all of a sudden, to have to stand, so she rests against the mirrored wall and tries to give a good glare. Rachel looks softly back, however.

“I just - well, I’m worried about you,” Rachel says. Not unkindly, but it grates at Quinn - she feels hot all over all of a sudden, like she wants to cry and yell and -

“Don’t,” Quinn snaps. Rachel doesn’t even seem fazed.

“It’s been a month since - ”

“What part of don’t doesn’t make sense to you, Berry?” Quinn asks.

“ - and I know that Santana and Brittany have been doing Cheerios and Puck has been - Puck - ”

“And you’ve been gallivanting off with Finn,” Quinn says, happy to take ahold of something that will derail this ridiculous conversation, will get her out of this stupid maze and stupid town, will get Rachel out of her face and Quinn can just be numb and she doesn’t have to think about anything.

“I’m not going to start a reductive argument over a boy with you, Quinn, when I’m concerned about you and about how you’re handling giving Beth up for adoption,” Rachel says, and Quinn freezes. Something cold and numbing sweeps into her hands and she has to clench them. She turns around, finds herself looking straight into the mirror she had bumped into. Rachel is right behind her, looking - so sympathetic and kind. Not even her mother looks as her like that. And it makes Quinn so mad.

“I care about you, Quinn,” Rachel says. “I just want you to - be okay.”

And she reaches out to touch Quinn’s hand, still clenched, still empty-feeling and like the nerves have gone fuzzy. When Rachel’s soft, smaller hand connects with hers, fire bursts into fill the spaces between the bones and muscle and it feels like she might explode suddenly. Her blood is rushing around in her head, there’s something warm building up in her chest, and she can’t breathe, can’t handle this -

She looks in the mirror again, where Rachel is staring at her plaintively. When she looks at herself - well, she just sees blonde hair and hazel eyes and that’s all. There’s no expression, no special thing, nothing worth remembering and easy to forget and leave aside. But Rachel, somehow, is looking at her like there’s something.

When she turns back to look at Rachel, a strange feeling shocks through her. A bolt, an urge, to tip forward and to slide her hands into Rachel’s hair and to -

“I have to go,” Quinn says, tugging her hand free and feeling for the wall behind her to find the edge so she can get out of this maze, and go home and stare at the ceiling and not think about - think about this.

“Quinn,” Rachel says, following after her, but Quinn makes it out of the maze quickly then, dashes past Puck and Mercedes, out of the Tunnel of Love and into the sunset.

When she manages to get home, manages to stop feeling like she’s shaking, she lies on her bed and closes her eyes and lets herself think, just the littlest bit, about that strange feeling that had shot through her. She had never felt it before - or rather, had never thought to identify it for what it was. She wants to kiss Rachel Berry. She likes Rachel Berry. And it’s all a mess, because Quinn? Quinn’s nothing, a former pregnant high schooler, not even a mother, barely a daughter, has nothing to her name - will be stuck here in Lima for the rest of her life. Not unless she somehow manages to battle back, but - that all seems so far out of reach right now, cloistered in her bedroom.

For the first time in a month, she lets herself cry.

#faberry what #cassie writes fic #1K FOLLOWER EXTRAVAGANZA #all of you can get fucked #i cried when i wrote this and i think i probably have something like it already #also no research was done so dont talk to me if i did something wrong #its a set up fic for my headcanon of quinn's state of mind in s2 #so all of u need to get REAL WITH GOD #and accept that quinn realized she liked rachle berry in between s1 and s2

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theoneandonlysaucymo · 7 years

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If its Meant to Be

Prompt: Dean Winchester X Reader

Words: 3,100

Warnings: Bit angsty and feely

A/N: OH LOOK I WROTE SOMETHING. Yea kinda my goal to try and get one story out a week possibly two if I can.

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You both needed each other. You needed him like the air you breathed but you knew it was more like he needed you like that whiskey bottle kept hidden in his bag. He was addicted to you but you knew how easily he could be cured of that addiction. You tried not to let it hurt you, it was still your bed he came back to bad hunt after bad hunt. You craved how his skin felt against yours, his calloused hands touched you like glass, those full lips against yours, the way he tasted, how he constantly left you wanting more, you had fallen unbelievably hard for this man. When he spent his days with you, it was natural how you two fit together not just int he bedroom but doing every day things when he had the time, before another hunt drove him away for however long till the next bad hunt.

Oh you tried going on with your life. Tried to have a normal life even, tried the whole dating game but right as you thought you had your life all together...you found that black Chevy impala parked in your driveway and spiraled back into what was safe what you had fallen in love with. It was a constant spiral leading your emotions all over the place, content when he was with you but alone....alone you were not happy. Something had to give and you knew how to make all this stop.

He was leaving again packing his bag for the next hunt his brother had called him about. You were at the door he had just turned back to kiss you goodbye and you finally spoke your mind.

“I wont keep doing this,” You spoke softly holding your hand at his chest keeping him from leaning forward. “I know you wont ever settle down and I’m never going to ask you to but I need something more stable than waiting by a phone praying I don’t get a phone call you are dead.....hoping I can see you again but....its fine when you are here, when you are here I feel normal but when you leave for weeks and months its always just enough for me to try and move on with my life then you show up again. I cant keep being your healing place when I’m the one breaking apart and trying to piece myself back together. No more, I’m your friend and I always will be but I cant keep doing this, we cant keep doing this to each other cause its not ok Dean,” You added finally looking up to him. The hurt in his eyes, you were ready for it...you thought so anyways. He nodded trying to fumble for words you could see him already trying to run as you grabbed his hand. “That doesn't mean you can be a stranger around here ok? Dean I still love you as much as you don’t want to hear it that wont ever change I just cant be your secret lover anymore ok?” You said to him softly. He gave you a half smile, it wasnt ok you knew that smile he was trying to keep it together for you anyways and failing miserably.

“Yea....Yea sweetheart ill make sure to call and stop by,” He sighed pulling you into a hug. He held on tight for all the world you were slipping away, you hugged back just as tight trying to reassure him you weren’t leaving.

“You better or I’ll pester you and Sam to death,” You laughed smiling up to him. He leaned in kissing your lips with a soft peck before letting you go.

“Ill see you around then huh?” Dean smiled before getting in baby starting the engine and driving off. Well....that could have gone worse....you sighed out heading back inside.

You waited for him to call that night but no like true Dean fashion nothing. You weren’t worried it wasn’t a new thing. Week past with no word and again you didn’t worry, you needed to stop worrying so put it behind you. After a month you finally couldn’t help yourself and you sent him a text message. Days went by still not response, you tried again...and again it went unanswered. You tried messaging Sam just to make sure everyone was alive and well...but again no response. Now now you were making yourself sick with worry, hardly eating nauseous when you did eat and tired all the time, emotions were wrecking you. Checking your phone every minute and the longer with no messages the more your stomach churned with anxiety. Finally you called you dialed Dean but....then you understood why you couldn’t get a hold of him...he had changed his number...Sam to. Well....this was not what you wanted, maybe not quite this drastic now you had no Dean at all in your life and it felt like a giant part of you was now missing.

4 years later

“Will you just call her? You still have her number memorized I know you do, just call her she still probably lives here,” Sam said as he looked out the window. While he had never been here he had heard a lot about it. “Dean-”

“Absolutely not Sam now back off....we are here about a ghost and that’s it,” Dean scolded at his younger brother and thankfully that hunt was on the other side of town...well away from where SHE lived if she still even lived here. They stopped at the motel getting a room and dropping their stuff off. “Im going to get food what do you want?” Dean asked as he was just trying to keep busy until Sam found where ever this house was.

“Whatever is fine tonight, ill get on the news websites and see if I can find it better,” Sam added but secretly was hoping Dean was going to see her. Dean was not OK with out her even Sam had picked up on that the second they had broke things off. Even worse it wasnt until a few weeks ago Sam realized Dean had changed both their numbers so any hopes of her contacting them were dashed. That wasnt ok with Sam at all just because Dean has sworn her off didnt mean he had the right to do that to Sam....also their may or may not be a ghost here either....he was just trying to have not such a moody Dean back. The bottle didnt do him well, neither did him trying to sleep around and it only ending in disaster most nights, Dean needed her plain and simple.

Dean drove past her old house, four years...no way she was still there. Sure enough a different car sat in the driveway, fresh coat of paint over the house, looked like a new family had moved in...good he was happy she had moved on. Part of him had hoped to see her car in the drive but he was glad he didn’t. He lingered in front of her house no longer than he had to before heading off to the store, might as well grab some beer. He grabbed a small shopping cart walking through the aisle grabbing a few things for Sam and a few things for himself. He got to the beer looking through for something. He smiled as he spotted a brand made locally....it was one she always liked and he grew fond of as well.

“Natalie....Natalie get back here.... we just got here I cant even look for three seconds!” Dean vaguely heard someone complaining from an aisle over before he felt something by his leg. He looked down spotting a small girl as she giggled and moved hiding behind his legs, Dean was half amused by her as he heard her name called again.

“I assume you are Natalie huh?” Dean smiled as the small girl looked up smile bright on her face. Dean froze shocked as he looked at her. Bright green eyes looked back at him, freckles adored her face, and she had curly hair but every bit the same color as hers.

“Natalie there you are, I am so sorry,” Dean looked up expecting to see you but instead found someone else.

“Hey dont worry about it she is adorable yours?” Dean smiled as the girl moved picking Natalie up.

“No no I just baby sit for her mom when shes at work,” The girl smiled bouncing Natalie making her smile. “You are new around town what brings you here?” She asked. Flirting she was most diffidently flirting.

“Just passing through, brother and I are staying at the motel just came by for something other than fast food,” Dean said as he picked up the six pack of local beer.

“Good choice on that one Natalie’s mom works in the offices there good company, well have fun on your stay here,” She smiled walking away with Natalie who waived at him bye. Dean waived back but walked along making sure he hadnt forgot anything. He checked out and spotted that car from earlier that was parked in your driveway with the babysitter and Natalie loading a few things in the back. Dean’s blood ran cold, the girl was about the right age and that car...was the babysitters not yours. Dean quickly headed back to the motel slamming the door as he looked at Sam.

“DID YOU KNOW?!” Dean yelled out grabbing Sam by his shirt collar.

“DEAN KNOW WHAT?!” Sam said aloud shocked. “Dean know what I don’t even know what you are talking about!”

“Y/N did you know about a kid?!” Dean added angry.

“Kid? Dean what are you talking about you are not making sense I don’t even know if she lives here anymore?” Sam added and Dean let him go. “Dude tell me what happened?” Sam asked trying to piece together. Dean sighed out as he sat on his bed starting to go over what happened. Sam sat quietly trying to process it all.

“Well guess the only way to find out is to go and see her,” Sam added as Dean sat there quietly. Sam also rolled up the magazine on his table before whacking his brother on the shoulder multiple times. “Now get lost,” Sam said as she chased him out and shook his head. He didnt expect this happening but now he was mad at his brother.....he should have left Sam’s number alone.

“Hey I’m home,” You yelled out and smiled as your daughter ran towards you and you picked her up kissing her cheek. “Were you good today?” You asked with a smile.

“YEs....played hide and seek at store before sissy found me,” She laughed before you let he down and looked at the sitter.

“Turned my back to grab the cereal she liked and poof she was quickly an aisle away,” The sitter laughed as she grabbed her things to head home. “We did however meet a very nice looking man right Nat?” Sitter smiled as Natalie nodded. “Cute guy too about yeh high, brown hair, freckles on his face and the pretties green eyes I think I’ve ever seen totally looks like your type too,” Sitter grinned before heading out the door. Your heart sank no way after all this time he would bother coming back but with Natalie saying she was hungry you didnt have time to think about it.

Didnt take long before your daughter had eaten, bathed and was happily sleeping in bed. You sighed out finally sitting on the couch propping your feet up on the couch. Well....today certainly had been long. All you could hear was the quiet of your house, TV was off, no radio on, and your phone turned off for the night. The only sound that you could hear was the sound of an older engine, one you knew all too well. You groaned getting up off the couch and headed for the door opening just as he walked up the stairs. “Hey you,” You said softly to him as you leaned against your doorway.

“Y/N...I...uh hi,” Dean smiled. Same old Dean but you didnt let him in like before. You just waited arms crossed looking at him you were not letting him off that easy right now. “Look I just need to know do you have a kid?” He asked not even trying to apologize just yet. “I saw a little girl earlier, right age, looked like you but had my eyes...do you have a child?” He asked again this time sincere. You let out a sigh, no point hiding it now you motioned for him to come in. Your house looked mostly the same few new furniture nothing yet he could see that you had a child. He followed you up the stairs, ones he knew so well even after all this time but instead of heading to your room you headed to the other one the door cracked just slightly. You leaned against the wall and nodded to him, he wanted the truth he would need to find out himself. Dean was looking from you to the door before hesitantly walking for it. You excused yourself quietly heading back downstairs letting him have his moment. Dean was nervous to open the door but he did. Natalie was sound asleep hugging a stuffed teddy bear while a night light lit up the room. Dean sat down gently on her bed his hand hesitating touching her. He looked to her night stand seeing a picture of you and him together. That was pretty solid evidence as his hand gently moved a strand of her curly hair out of her face. Dean looked up searching the door for you but you were no where to be found. He got back up and closed Natalie’s door quietly before heading downstairs finding you int he kitchen washing some dishes. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Dean asked. You set a plate down a bit forcefully as you whipped your head around to him.

“Are you really going to ask me that Dean Winchester? You really going that way Mr. I changed my number OH AND my brothers number?” You said firmly to him. You were trying not to yell, you didn’t want to wake Natalie. “Don’t even go that route I was trying to tell you but like I know where you two live, Like i know anyone you both hang out with, NO because my only contacts to you are dead Dean and you conveniently didn’t bother leaving me a return address on anything you sent me years ago,” You added as you got back to the dishes.

“Y/N...” Dean called your name softly. You turned around wiping your hands off.

“What do you want me to say Dean? I didn’t know when you left I found out two months later when I thought it was my nerves and anxiety making me sick...no oh hell no turns out i was three months pregnant so as much as I wanted to forget you since you clearly decided to cut me off I couldn’t. Yes we were both careful you used protection I had birth control but clearly she was meant to be so I wasn’t going to stop her from coming into this world. I tried to for months but I wasn’t going to find you I knew that, you sure as hell knew that. What else do you want me to say, yea it was rough going through all this alone but here I am doing just fine. Natalie starts daycare in about a month, I’m actually in a job I enjoy not sure what you want me to say. Did I miss you, yes was it hard trust me I cursed your name many times but i made it I don’t even know why you are back now,” You added arms crossed as you shook your head disapprovingly. “Knowing you its a hunt of some sort so I cant even try to act like im happy to have you back cause I’m not it was never to see us. You just happened to run into her Natalie with the sitter. I’m not here to try and trap you, yes we have a kid... but I don’t need anything from you and for now she doesn’t either,” You scolded again. Dean let you...he didn’t say a word as he looked down on the ground and you didn’t even have enough fight left in you to care.

“Does she ask about me?” Dean asked softly. You threw the hand towel down and nodded.

“Not all the time but she does...don’t think she fully understands yet she thinks just me is normal but I don’t lie to her Dean just say your away on business helping people and to a three year old good enough an answer,” You sighed out and finally he moved for you his hand moving taking yours from your arm gently into his. You let out a sigh, this was still Dean, the man you were still hopelessly in love with even as mad as you were.

“Can I try?” Dean asked softly and you looked up at him a bit confused. “Can I try to make it up to the both of you? I know I have a lot to make up for with you, you know I’m shit with words so no matter what I’m going to say its not ever going to be enough but will you let me try?” Dean asked again softly his green eyes looking down at you.

“I need some time Dean but its not out of the option can you give me that? Hang around maybe bring Sam around...have an actual phone to reach you at? Spend time with Natalie I want you in her life if you want to be in her life but don’t play this appear and disappear game with her like you did me ok?” You said looking up at him. He nodded a smile swept over his face, you could see the guilt too but would take awhile before you fully forgave him he wasn’t getting off that easy.

“Yea....Yea I can do that....I don’t think Sam brought us here for a case anyways,” Dean laughed halfheartedly. “Come here,” he added pulling you in close and his arms wrapped around you. You sighed out taking in his scent again, the leather from his jacket, bit of salt, gunpowder, and lord knows what herbs from all the things they did. It was soothing your arms wrapped around him again. This wasn’t perfect, your poor emotions were numb right now but still this felt right. It may not have been how you wanted everything backwards but if it was meant to be who were you to stop it.

#Dean Winchester X Reader #SPN #feely #angst #im not good at tags anymore #i really need to pack now #oops #right packing now

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kurokosvanillabean · 7 years

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Hello~ May I request GOM having a crush on a girl that not only is REALLY short (hiyokoi short) but literally is a ray of sunshine that smiles all the time and is innocent as hell? Fluff of them being a blushing mess maybe?

Okay! So I don’t know if this is exactly what you meant by fluff, but its pretty mild and light…… Hope you and all my readers enjoy!!! ~ Asami

Kise: He really did his best at attempting to annoy you. To him you were cute no matter what you were doing, but my god did he want to see you bothered, but the chances of that happening were very rare. He throughly enjoyed your constant skiing, but would pride himself on getting you to frown.

After school he waited outside the gate for you. This time I will get her. You walked down the path out to the sidewalks to go home and was stopped by Kise. He smiled as he came towards you, but as soon as he did, he decided to casually rest his elbow on your head. “Hey ___-cchi, you’re really short you know, even resting my arm on your head is a stretch.” Hoping an insult would work, he laughed cheekily. Besides being quite obvious, you admired his persistence. “Kise,” you looked up to him, a soft smile, “you could just say you like me.” He took his hand off your head appearing dumbfounded. He found himself blushing, loosing his suave demeanor. To rein in his cool, he flicked his hair to the side and ran a hand through the back of his head, “Well aren’t you forward? I was just trying to annoy you.” He simpered.

You stepped closer to him, extending a finger to poke his cheek, making yourself taller by pushing up onto your tip toes. “hmm? I figured you were you big goofball.” Kise scrunched his face for a second and slumped over, “You’re to cute ___-cchi.” Barely able to handle your cuteness, he placed his hand on his hips and puffed his chest bit, “Lets go get some food!”

Aomine: Grocery shopping happened to one of your preferred weekend activities. Potential combinations and possibilities of what to make for the week had a way of activating your brain in the best ways. After buying a hefty supply of pocky various teas, and grocery grocery items your hands were basically at maximum shopping bag capacity. The list you’d made was only a quarter of the way through. “….ahh….. Still so much left to carry…gotta make grandpa happy!” you huffed, readjusting your fingers to make the handles fit comfortably.

Aomine walked the streets of the shopping district, hopeful he would find a replacement for his puffy jacket since he’d managed to get a few big holes in the one he was wearing that were covered with an amateur duck taping job. He spotted what he thought was the back of your head coming out of the grocery store. He stopped in his tracks, surprise ridden on his face at the amount of bags you were carrying. He smiled to himself knowing he could easily help and all while showing off his muscles and strength. Picking up the pace, he hurriedly came behind you, sweeping away the weight off both of your hands in a brisk fluid motion. “Baka. Let me, they look heavy.” He carried them in his large hands with an attractive ease. You turned to face him, very pleased with his kind gesture, “Aomine?! I didn’t know you shopped here, Im so glad I saw you here today, those bag really are heavy and I still have to buy more food items! Thank you for carrying them.” you praised.

Aomine blushed a light pink, the contrast of his darker skin brining out his affection for you. He glanced to the side, “ah… yeah…. Where else do you have to go? I’m not finding what I’m looking for anyways.” he shrugged his shoulders, secretly hoping he’d end up shopping with you. The fact that he was bushing made it impossible not to say no. “Hmm… next place is the fish market.” Aomine nodded, noticing the height difference more than usual. He liked that you had to look up to him, it enhanced his feelings of masculinity. “Alright, follow me, I know where it is.”

Akashi: You lined up for the relay race, assigned the position of finisher. School sports day definitely had a way of motivationg you. 3….2…..1…GO! The first participants sprinted off, ran their leg and passed over the baton to the next runner. One more to go aaaand pass. Off you went, running hard from the second you felt the baton slip into your hand. There were four other runners behind you- they had to stay that way. A girl in another class edged closer to taking away your lead, stupid short legs. You turned your head around, spotting her catching up. Faster. In a last effort your face wrinkled, grunting into a higher speed that won you the race. With labored breathing, you rested your hands on your knees, sitting back a bit on your heels at the finish line to catch your breath.

Akashi enjoyed winners. He smiled and approached you with a water bottle in his hand. “Hey fun size” You glanced up at him, “Fun size? Ha, I like that one! It suits me.” Beaming at him, you wiped your forehead with the back of your hand and took his offering. The basketball player watched you drink for a few sips, feeling quite pleased with your performance, “I really though she was going to beat you.” he lied. “Oh I know! No way I was going to let that happen!” capping the water, you lingered in your success. Akashi couldn’t help but smile back at you, every gesture of your is just too cute for him to not feel butterflies in his stomach; they were small butterflies of course, composure is essential. He hid his face with his equally red hued hair, “Make sure you stretch, I could give you few that will really be of use.” You giggled, amused at his embarrassment while suggesting you stretch, “Mhm, I will. Please help!” you stammered, bowing a the end of your remark. Akashi’s face grew redder till he took a deep breath and put on a charming grin “Of course my fun-sized runner.”

Murasakibara: While walking through the hallways, you tended to stick to the sides so as to avoid areas where you would easily get crushed. Today though, that strategy did not exactly work as it usually did. Similarly to Kuroko, there was a problem of people not being able to notice you, these people, being those over 6 foot. Books in hand, you rushed off to class dodging people with finesse. You were just about to the door when a big purple wall of human got in your way. He was chowing down on a packet of crisps as he was walking which were now broken and accompanied your books on the floor. Being small, just bumping into him easily took you out. If not for his snack leaving his hands he probably would have stepped on you.

“Ah….. Sorry, I didn’t see you. You should really grow more.” He criticized and kneeled down to your level on the floor, sighing at the crisp crumbs. “I can’t help my height silly.” This caught Murasakibara’s attention, “Hm? You’re not mad?” he tilted his head at you. “No, of course not. You didn’t mean to knock me over.” you smiled at him and began collecting your books. Despite his lack of help in picking up the books, he did however help in his own way. He threaded his hands under your arms and lifted you completely off the ground and at eye level. “You’re cute.” he proclaimed. You were not exactly used to being this high off the ground and decided to take a look around before saying anything back. Everyone who looked down at you was now peering up, what a peculiar feeling this was. “I am? Thank you, I appreciate it.” you cheered.

He set you down on the ground, placing a hand on your head, “Come buy snacks with me, I need new ones.”

Midorima: Midorima stuck out like a sore thumb in the crowd of people waiting to board the subway at rush hour. His height was enough, but the green hair really made him obvious, except for the fact that you only reached up to everyones chest level. Among the herds of people you tried to find the right train number to take, though people kept getting in the way of your view. In order to gain an advantage, you climbed up on the concrete from a post. Is that….? Midorima?! You cupped a hand over your mouth and called out to him, “Midorima! Its me! ___-chan!” The carrot head turned towards you voice, irked a bit by your volume, he grit his teeth and waved hesitantly. “Stay right there!” you called. You took one last look at his placing in the crowd, jumped down from the post and shoved your way through the masses of people.

Reasonably sure you were headed in the right direction, nearing the end of the pushing to get to him, a woman stuck out her elbow right as you passed by. The un-calculated block caused you to lurch forward, completely losing any footing you had. Just as you thought you would fall flat on your face, a friendly forearm saved you from your plunge. You peered up to see who the arm belonged to. “Wha….. Midorima, I’m so glad you caught me, I really though I was going to splat on the floor.” Midorima helped you back up to standing straight, pushing his glasses once you were upright, “No problem nanaodayo.” he affirmed. “Attention passengers: the train will be arriving in one minute, please remain behind the yellow line.”

After the announcement the people began to press onwards in attempt to get to the front of the line. Their persistence jolted you around, causing your small stature to turn in circles. Midormia grabbed your shoulder, his hand wrapping around in a firm grip to stabilize you from the chaos. Though he was nervous to touch you so abruptly, he genuinely wanted to help you board the train safely.

You glanced up at him, your initial blush fading into a smile. His grip tightened for a second as he watched your delicate features imitate joy, making him turn a lovely scarlet color. “Come one, let’s get on.” he instructed and did his best to shield you from the pushing crowd members.

#kuroko no basket #Kuroko Tetsuya #Aomine Daiki #Kise Ryouta #Murasakibara Atsushi #akashi seijuro #Midorima Shintarou #sports anime #anime #anime headcanons #scenarios #kuroko no basket drabbles #kuroko no basket scenarios

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icanhearyouglaring · 7 years

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when im with you, i have fun

summary: there’s something super about him, something that has absolutely nothing to do with superpowers, and she’d tell everyone exactly what it was if she didn’t want all of its wonders to herself [spitfire + cuddles] a/n: if u like, plz reblog with your comments in the tags!!! i would love that!!!!

The keys to the apartment slip out of Artemis’s fingers as soon as she pulls them out of her jacket pocket.

“Perfect,” she mutters to herself, swooping down to pick the keys up off the wet landing.

After one of the longest, most mind-numbing finals of her life, all she wants to do is get out of the freezing, pouring rain and into the leftover stir-fry that awaits her in the refrigerator to celebrate the end of the semester. Artemis unlocks the finicky door on the first try and when it doesn’t creak loudly as she pushes it open, she momentarily wonders if her food-deprived brain brought her to the wrong door.

But, no, it is the right door. Instead of immediately stripping off her soaking jacket and making a beeline for the kitchen, Artemis quietly closes the door, rests her back against it, and lingers, taking in the sight that greets her in the living room.

Wally, lounging across the entirety of the couch wrapped up in the maroon, velvet blanket they just stress-purchased over the weekend, lazily pets a sleeping Brucely with one hand and turns the pages of the notebook in his lap with the other. His head bobs along with the music that blares beyond the confines of the headphones over his ears. He hums along, off-key and ill-timed, but close enough that Artemis can recognize the song and appreciate the attempt.

She stays by the door, dripping water on the once-clean floor, desperately wanting to pull out her phone and record the cozy scene, but unwilling to chance making a sound and ending it. Wally gets more into the song, tapping his hand against his notebook with the beat. When he aims for the high note, Artemis can’t stop the giggle that bubbles up in her throat. Brucely’s head shoots up from the spot on the floor where he’d been drooling, and he bumps Wally’s idle hand away, catching his attention. Wally cranes his neck back to follow his dog’s vision all the way to her.

“Hey, babe,” he says, quickly taking off his headphones and placing them on the side of the couch. The music doesn’t stop.

“Hey,” Artemis replies, finally slipping out of her jacket and hanging it and her bag on a hook near the door.

She kicks off her shoes and walks over to where Brucely patiently waits for her to pet him, because there was no way he was going to come to her, not with his favorite parent still patting his head (Artemis has come to begrudgingly accept her place as second favorite, but this is not to say that she has given up trying to overthrow the existing order). She sits on the floor next to the couch and rubs the top of Brucely’s head. A small sigh slips past her lips as she forces her tense shoulders to relax.

“How long were you standing there?” Wally asks, shutting his notebook and tossing it onto the coffee table.

“Just a few minutes.”

He turns on the couch to face her fully and quips, “And you didn’t say anything? Pervert.”

“You wish,” she laughs, before leaning in to press a quick, light kiss against his forehead. “So, you fixed the door?”

“Oh, yeah, I think so, but I’m not totally sure how,” Wally chuckles, trailing his knuckles over Brucely’s back. The dog revels in all the attention he’s getting. “I came back from that sham of a review session and kinda-sorta fought with it more than usual. Something clicked, and boom, no more squeaks.”

Artemis snorts, impressed and a little suspicious. “You must have a gift. Counting the toaster and the shower, that’s the third thing you’ve accidentally fixed this week.”

“So that’s why you keep me around,” Wally says with an air of indignant realization, before he moves his hand from Brucely’s back to Artemis’s knee and smiles. “Well, that and that other thing.”

“Other thing? Who’s the pervert now?” Artemis teases, placing her hand over his.

Wally laughs. “Still you. I was referring to your infinite store of love for me. You were thinking dirty thoughts. I can see it in your eyes.”

Brucely takes this opportunity to stick his nose between Wally’s hand and Artemis’s jeans. Artemis rolls her eyes.

“Don’t be jealous. There’s plenty of me to go around,” Wally says, scratching behind Brucely’s ears.

Artemis isn’t so sure he’s talking to the dog.

“You spoil him,” she says for the thousandth time.

“Who else is going to?” Wally glances at her expression and shifts gears. “How was your last final?”

The post-test uneasiness she’d left at the door returns.

“Long. Longer than I thought it’d be. I left a piece of me behind in that lecture hall,” she says, half-serious. “It’s still taking the test.”

“Ouch,” Wally winces and takes her hand, much to the annoyance of their dog-child, who sinks against the floor in protest.

Artemis starts to stand up, but Wally tugs her hand and shakes his head.

“Come here. You need a hug.”

I need that stir-fry, Artemis thinks, picturing the bowl waiting for her near the back of the fridge, but she still carefully steps over Brucely to join Wally on the couch. A hug would also be nice. She lays down beside him and he scoots as far back into the couch as he can and they move around until they find a comfortable position, her slightly on top of him and their legs tangled underneath the blanket.

Artemis sighs slowly as Wally wraps one arm around her and starts fiddling with a lock of her loose, still slightly damp hair with his other hand. With all the hustle and bustle of finals and studying and trying to fit sleep somewhere between those two things, it’s been hard to find a moment of peace with each other.

“Just one more test, babe,” Wally says, exhaustion hanging off every word.

“Are you ready for it?”

Wally laughs. “As ready as I’m going to be.”

“That’s the spirit,” Artemis says, only half-kidding because this far in the game, you either know it or you don’t.

“Before I forget, Mom called today,” Wally says slowly, practically begging her to ask–

“Yours or mine?”

“Ours,” Wally says, jokingly scandalized. “Okay, mine. She wanted to know if we’d come over next weekend for dinner and the tree lighting ceremony down at the Flash museum.”

“You told her yes, right? We always go.”

“About that,” Wally drawls, in the way that warns Artemis he’s been up to something. “I was thinking we could drive out there this year, instead of zeta-ing. Take turns driving, see the sights. We didn’t have time to plan a real vacation for this break, so why not work it into the usual schedule?”

Artemis ponders over the idea for a moment before wincing. “Do you remember our last roadtrip?”

“Oh, I can’t forget it,” he says matter-of-factly. “No matter how much I wish I could. But that just means this one can only be better.”

“Hmm, you’re going to have to sell it to me.” Artemis jokes, before seriously asking, “Where would we even go?”

Wally starts waxing poetic about the value of visiting dinosaur museums and Yellowstone and baseball stadiums and Artemis nods in all the right places and pretends to be undecided, even though he had her at ‘about that’. She lets him go on and on and on, because she loves him, and this, and their life together.

There’s something super about him, something that has absolutely nothing to do with superpowers, and she’d tell everyone exactly what it was if she didn’t want all of its wonders to herself (and Brucely, sometimes).

He has the ability to flip her mood like it’s a goddamn lightswitch (in a good way, most of the time). She’ll be feeling ten types of upset over trivial and important things and then he’ll say something like–

“I guess it doesn’t really matter where, as long as I’m with you.”

–and it’s like all those other things cease to exist, for a moment at least. It really is his gift: inadvertently making things better, just by being himself.

“You’re a cornball,” Artemis says, smiling as she moves to straddle him on the couch.

Wally tilts his head and smiles up at her. “You smell like rain.”

“And you smell like dog–” Artemis says truthfully, wrinkling her nose and leaning down to kiss him anyways.

Brucely barks jealously and they break apart to give the dog matching exasperated looks, but before they can resume their activities, Artemis tastes a familiar tang on the corner of her lip and gasps. She sweeps her tongue over it again, just to be sure. Her eyes flit from Wally’s confused face to the empty bowl sitting on the coffee table. How had she missed it?

“Oh my god,” Artemis sits up on his lap. “You ate my stir-fry? I called dibs.”

Wally blanches. “You did? When?”

“When I put it away.”

Wally cringes. “That’s when I was taking B outside. I am so sorry.”

Artemis releases a short breath, resigned, hungry, and in a forgiving mood (because who could stay mad after all that).

“It’s okay. We still have everything, so I can make another batch tonight.”

That’s when the doorbell rings, startling everyone but Brucely, who has a knack for ignoring everyone but Wally whenever he’s in the room. Artemis untangles her foot from the blanket and rises from the couch.

“Surprise,” Wally says, rushing to get up and grab his wallet from under the coffee table. “I ordered Paola’s to celebrate surviving another semester.”

“You didn’t.” Artemis grins, thinking “Fuck the stir-fry”.

“I did,” he nods, and Brucely dutifully pads along behind his favorite parent as he goes to answer the door.

“Hey,” Artemis calls for Wally’s attention just before he can open the door, “you’re the best, in case you didn’t already know.”

“Love you, too.”

As he makes small talk with the obviously uninterested delivery man, Artemis muses that yes, she’ll keep this all to herself (and the dog) for as long as she can.

#spitfire #young justice #yj #my writing #thx rachelisanerd!!!!!#and jostenneil for the whole mom scene #i was in my feels when i wrote this #so prepare yourselves #otp: ninja couple

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