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1ovehanamaki · 3 years

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tokyo revengers characters | what they do when you say 'i love you' for the first time

with g/n reader

warning: swearing, suggestive ish? making out idk, hint of manga spoilers?? if you've only seen the anime or you're only up to chapter 100 i wouldn't read some of these idk, tokyo revengers brainrot <3

takemichi: you two were coming back from chifuyu's pet shop, talking about possibly getting a pet together. he's talking about how chifuyu works really hard to take care of the shop with kazutora and you nod while listening, squeezing his hand a little. "and i'd love to get a pet with you y/n, whenever you want to!" "takemichi i love you," you blurted. he's stunned. he stares at you and he gets very flustered and red and he goes "are you serious??? like really you mean it???" and when you say yes he's absolutely delighted and he hugs you tight and tells you he loves you so so much. (he spins with you in his arms and you both fall over,,,,, but he refuses to let you bring it up)

mikey: you're tracing one of his tattoos as you lay on him. there's no words exchanged between the two of you but the silence is comfortable and you hum a bit. you find yourself staring at him and he glances at you. out of the blue you go "i love you." he doesn't react at first but then gives you a small smile. honestly you think you might've messed up especially since you had said it on instinct. but he's actually very happy to hear you say that and he lets you know by kissing your temple and holding you close. "i love you too," mikey quietly grumbled to which you found yourself smiling like an idiot.

draken: you were making dinner for the two of you and he had back-hugged you, asking how your day was. he told you he was going to shower and as he exited you went, "'mkay, i love you." he looks back at you and smiles at you so fucking lovingly. he adores you and the fact that you just told him you love him makes him really happy. he finds it cute how you blink at him after you realize what you just said but he hugs you tight and then pulls away to kiss your forehead and he tells you how much he loves you too and i just. (newest chapter took me out y'all)

mitsuya: you're looking through his designs, watching him work. you stare at him, and when he asks why you're looking at him the way you are, you respond with, "i love you so much." falls in love with you again. LIKE he's been in love with you for the past several months that you guys have been dating, finding himself loving you more every day that passes by. he stops his work, walks over, and kisses you. kisses you long and slow and passionately to let you know that he loves you too. when he pulls away, he holds your face close to his and breathlessly goes "i love you too."

hakkai: your cheek is smooshed against his back as he rides his motorcycle towards his place. he talks about how yuzuha has been asking to see you again. you listen to him speak and tap his back. "hakkai?" "hm?" "i love you." and he's taken aback and shocked. he doesn't know how to respond, despite the fact that he loves you and that you guys have been dating for several months. you ask if it was okay to say that and nods, realizing you probably can't see him shaking his head. "It's okay, i was just a little shocked. but i love you too okay? i always will." you hug him slightly tighter and smile, turning to give his back a quick endearing peck.

nahoya (smiley): you're watching him make you a bowl of ramen and he can feel you staring. "like what you see? ;D" he asks, watching you roll your eyes. "no you loser," you tell him. "i was just thinking about how much i love you but okay-" you realize he's just staring at you and you tilt your head at him a bit. "...what happened..." he snickers and sets your bowl in front of you, tilting your chin up with a finger. "you just told me you loved me." and he kisses you, turning to do the dishes. you flush and dig into your ramen to avoid talking to your boyfriend, but it burns your tongue and you have to sit there in embarrassment. (nahoya thinks u are very cute tho)

souya (angry): he's telling you about his day and how he wishes kids wouldn't think he's scary because he seems to be angry all the time. you're combing your fingers through his hair, nodding and verbally communicating with him to let him know you're listening intently. when he stops for a moment, you decide to speak. "well i hope you know that even though people might be intimidated by you, i love you okay?" you didn't even think about it much until souya looked up at you in shock and confusion. it finally clicks and your eyes widen and you start to profusely apologize. was it too early??? you two had been dating for a month and you weren't sure if it was too soon or not. "y/n don't be sorry," souya tells you, sitting up and taking your hand. "i love you too." you're relieved and you pull him into a hug. you nuzzle his neck as he smiles and rubs your back.

kazutora: you were in the car with him and on the way to your place so he could drop you off. you stare at him as he drives, making him glance over at you. " what's up babe?" he questions, reaching his hand over to hold yours. "you're just. pretty," you tell him, squeezing his hand and bringing it up to put his hand against your cheek. he smiles and gently squeezes your hand. once the two of you reach your place, he walks you up to the door and you hug him tightly, burying your face in his neck. "i love you kazu," you quietly say, nervous about his response. he pulls you closer and kisses the top of your head. "i love you too. so so much y/n, i hope you know that." and you pull away, smiling at your boyfriend as he leans in to kiss you one more time before he has to leave.

peh-yan: you're holding his hand as he leads you towards the amusement park. he's talking about how he wants to buy you cotton candy, take you up on the ferris wheel, and win you a big teddy bear. ryohei stops to look at the big teddy bears hanging up in the booth, asking you which one you want. you're too caught up in him to realize that he was even asking you something. "babe?" ryohei says, waving at you. "everything okay?" you nod, grinning before going, "yeah, i just love you a lot." he?? LITERALLY FUCKING TACKLES YOU. "RYO WHAT THE HELL" but he's too happy to even care and he hugs you tight. "i love you so so much y/n you don't even know." (EVERYBODY SHUTUP I LOV HIM)

pah-chin: pah is too busy arguing with peh-yan about something while you're making instant ramen for the three of you plus the kawata twins. ryohei had made the mistake of jokingly asking you to break up with haruki and dat him instead in which haruki got upset, nahoya doubled over laughing, and souya just sat there and watched. you march over to the bickering boys and you take your boyfriend's shoulders. "baby, i love you and i will never leave you okay? i would never do that to you." and everyone is just. silent. you realize what you've just said and you start feeling your face get hot. you watch as your boyfriend starts tearing up and nahoya starts laughing at him again. he hugs you tight and you hug him back, smiling. "i love you too y/n thank you so much" (souya and ryohei r just standing there pls)

chifuyu: you're watching chifuyu play around with peke j, a little stick with a feather dangling hovered above peke j's head. he's making noises as he plays with the cat, laughing and cooing the cat's name. as you watch, you laugh along with your boyfriend, going to lay on your stomach beside him. you rest your chin on your hand, your boyfriend giving you a quick 'hi angel' before going back to pet peke j. peke j purrsand you smile as chifuyu takes his phone out to take pictures. he's recording a video of peke j playing with a plushie the two of you gifted him and you watch chifuyu's eyes swell as he coos at the cat again. you crawl over to him and cup his face in your hands, smiling. "y/n?" "hm?" "what are you-" "i love you :)" and you kiss him and run with peke j following you out of curiosity. "y/N COME BACK."

baji: "babe we're gonna be late!" baji hollers as you pull on a hoodie. "and do you have a hair tie for me??" you hurry out to the front door, throwing your wrist out at your boyfriend since he makes you carry his supply of hair ties. "you're in such a rush keisuke, it's just boba with the guys," you tell him, adjusting your hoodie string. "i know but i told them we'd meet them there an hour ago-" "AN HOUR AGO??? KEI-" "I KNOW I KNOW CMON" he pulls you outside and you quickly lock the door, turning and taking his hand. "jeez it's raining," your boyfriend mutters, squeezing your hands. "let's go." "y/n hold o-" and you're running with him to the boba place a couple blocks away. the two of you are drenched and breathless as you guys run under the overhang of the boba shop and you realize your boyfriend didn't even tie his hair up. he's huffing and puffing, bent over with his hands on his knees. he looks up at you and goes "y/n we could've grabbed the umbrella....! y/n?" and you're staring at him. "god i love you so much," you mutter, going up to him. he???? grins and interrupts your sentence by kissing you.

muto: it's one of those days where the two of you are just at home, cuddling at home. he has his arms around you, watching you scroll through your phone. you decide to open up your snapchat, bringing your phone up so you can take a picture with him. "noo" he grumbles lowly, covering his face with his arm. "please my love?" you say, looking at him. "....... ok" you grin and hold your phone up from your lap again to take a picture. you take a series of them; the two of you smiling, him kissing your head, you sitting up more to kiss his cheek in one. as you're looking through them, you set the one of you two smiling as your lockscreen and the one of him kissing your head as your homescreen. while you stare at your homescreen, you feel your boyfriend hug you closer and you smile and look up at him. "i love you," you say, watching him smile a bit and kiss you really quick. "i love you too y/n"

rindou: he had asked you to help him dye his hair and you agreed even though you ended up having to buy him the bleach and dye smh but anyways. you get back home from work andyour boyfriend grins at you. "thank you for buying everything :D" "...mhm" and you both start setting up. he sits in a chair in the bathroom and you start bleaching his hair. "you know what you're doing princess?" "yeah i got it!" he??? smiles and hums. you're working around and you end uo standing in front of him, standing in between his open legs and you feel him looking at you. "yes?" "look at me princess" you step away and look down at your boyfriend, tilting your head. all he does is smile at you and you smile back, leaning down to kiss him. "i love you you loser," you laugh, reaching to continue bleaching his hair. "no no hold on look at me again-" you sigh and look at him again. "yes?" "i love you too :)" he puckers up for a kiss and you lean down to kiss him again.

ran: you're braiding his hair, listening to him talk about his day. he hums as you run your fingers though his hair before starting to braid it. "y/n?" "hm??" "can you undo my hair and run your fingers through it again?" "mhm!" and you do as he says, humming along to some random melody. he's looking back at you, smiling once you make eye contact with him. "pretty," he says out of nowhere. "stop ittt smh" "IM SERIOUS" and he gives you a little pout. you smile and kiss him, playing with his hair a little. "you make me really happy you know that?" you tell him, smiling. "i love you so much." ran stares at you, laughing and sitting up to hug you. "i love you too my sweet angel <3"

shinichiro: you ordered you and your boyfriend some lunch and you were going to his shop to see if he was free to eat with you. luckily for you he was! and he was also alone in the shop. and minutes later he has you sitting on the main counter, kissing you long and hard. the two of you are making out and you find yourself breathless as he pulls you closer to him by the hips. he mutters under his breath about how pretty you look and sound and you giggle, running a hand through his hair. "i love you," you tell him quietly, pressing your forehead against his. he smiles and kisses you, pulling away to reply with an "i love you too" before going back to kiss you again. (im in lovewith him so bad hello)

akashi: he was picking you up to take you on a date to get boba and go shopping. senju has been calling you about how he refused to bring her along and you laugh and explain it's a date only for her to say that you two better bring her along next time. when the two of you get to the boba shop, you insist on paying and you two quite literally race to give the cashier your card and the cashier is just like.. 'um' and unfortunately you lose the race and he pays. when you guys are drinking your boba, he gives you a smug smile and you pout. "boo that was unfair," you tell him, quickly nudging him. "c'mon you baby, i asked you out on the date," he says, grasping your hand. "...fine... you're lucky i love yo-" you stop and he looks at you. "hm?? what was that? i'm lucky you what?" "i said you're lucky i love you smh" and he quickly kisses you before putting an arm around your waist. "i love you too cutie <3" (SHUT UP I LOV WEHIM TOTOOOO)

wakasa: you came home from work, knowing very well your boyfriend was probably sleeping since you get home so late. you change into comfortable clothes and you lay in bed next to him with the lights still on, trying not to wake him. he ends up turning to wrap his arms around you, mumbling. you don't speak but you tangle your legs with his and smile to yourself. "welcome home baby," wakasa mumbles, rubbing your back. "tired from work?" you sigh and go, "yeah, aren't you tired?" "mhm, just wanted to wait for you." you get up on an arm and lean to kiss him, smiling. "well i'm back, let's go to bed." your boyfriend nods in agreement, reaching over to turn off the light. the two of you cling onto each other and he sighs in content. "goodnight angel," he tells you, kissing your head. "goodnight baby, i love you," you decide to reply with, earning a chuckle from him and a little, "love you too, pretty."

inui: he’s generally a nonchalant guy who doesn’t seem to show a lot of emotion, but around you he definitely smiles a lot more and he loves seeing you when you’re happy. you spent the night at his place and woke up earlier than you wanted so you decided to make breakfast for you and your lovely boyfriend :D you bring his breakfast to him, and you look at him for a bit as a he breathes softly. you tap his arm in which he automatically wakes up, blinking at you. “good morning,” he says, yawning shortly after. “what’s that smell?” you smile and lift your legs onto the bed so you’re sitting up next to him. “i made you breakfast ^^ eat up~” he smiles and kisses your cheek, watching you laugh at the tickle of his lips. he starts eating while you rest your head on his shoulder, taking note on how warm he is. it’s silent but it’s a very comfortable silence that sits in the room, so you go “i love you inui” while he’s taking a bite to see what he’ll say in response. he swallows, puts everything down, takes your hand, and says “i love you even more y/n, remember that okay?” (I MISS HIM SO BAD LIKE i just miss seeing him thats all lllike if i could read tokyo rev for the first time again i would)

kokonoi: you were wearing one of his hoodies and he had told you that he bought you the same one so you two could match, which sparked the little argument. “the entire point of me wearing your hoodie is because it’s yours hajime,” you argue, crossing your arms and hiding yourself in the hoodie he left behind at your place. “it smells like you and it reminds me of you which is why i wear it.” hajime sighs and sits next to your scrunched up form on his bed, wrapping his arm around. “c’mon y/n, forgive me, i didn’t think about that before,” he reasons, rubbing your back a bit. “you can have as many of my hoodies as you want, i just want to know that you’ll be okay.” you silently look to the side at him and he smiles a little. “look at me babe,” he continues, taking your hand. you unscrunch and look at him, watching as he gently squeezes your hand. “i love you a lot did you know that?” you confess, playing with the rings on his hand. “i’ve never told you that before... but i don’t know if you feel the same.” he frowns a bit, bringing your hand up to kiss it. “i do,” hajime assures you, rubbing the too of your hand with his thumb. “i love you so much okay?” you nod and climb over him so that you’re straddling him and you hug him tight while nodding.

naoto: he's busy doing work at his desk and you're reading a book in bed. you realize how late it's getting and the two of you have to be up early to get ready and have brunch with takemichi and hina. you set your book to the side and get up, clad in your boyfriend's soft button up (which was very warm because you just took it out of the dryer but anyways). "i'll be in bed soon y/n," naoto tells you, not moving at all as you continue walking over to him. "you know you won't for a while," you sigh, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you look at what he's working on. "i have to finish this report so i don't have to do it later." you pout, running a hand through his har. "did you forget about our double date tomorrow?" naoto puts his pen down and huffs while looking up at you. "no... but i wanna get this done before then." another sigh slips past your lips as you cup his face, noticing the bags under his eyes. "i love you so much naoto, but you really need to rest okay? i know you're really tired, let's sleep." all of a sudden, your boyfriend is smiling, putting his hands on your waist to maneuver you to sit in his lap. your heart races as he gently holds you, leaning in. he kisses you and you wrap your arms around his neck. "i love you too angel," he mumbles when the two of you pull away, smiling while getting up so that the two of you can go to bed.

ending note: if u read this far THANK YOU AND I LOV U <3 i hope u all enjoyed reading this, especially since i've grown to love so many of the characters <3 feel free to drop by my inbox with questions, comments, or maybe some requests :) i've also edited this multiple times to add people HAHA

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imaslutforremusandsirius · 3 years

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pls do something where Sirius fucks you on his motorcycle- thank you goodbye lmao

Motorcycle fun

Oh yes, I‘m🧎🏽‍♀️for that man. Hope you enjoy love :)

Warning: 18+, SMUTTY GIF BE CAREFUL

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You had decided to go along with the boys and Lily when they asked you to accompany them to the cinema. However there were some troubles on the way back home.

„You guys should get going soon, you have to work sweetheart“, Lily said, putting a hand on your shoulder.

„We can‘t just leave you like this“, you protested.

„Help will be there in about ten minutes, besides it‘s really late. Let Sirius take you home, we‘ll drive Remus.“

„That okay with you, Re?“ you asked, voice unsure.

He grinned at you, „‘Course it‘s fine, don‘t worry ‘bout it. And Sirius won‘t let you walk by yourself anyway.“

True to his word Sirius was leaning against his motorcycle, playing with a second helmet in his hands and smiled at you lovingly.

„Moony‘s right you know. C‘mon, let‘s get going.“

Hugging your friends you went over to let him secure the helmet. He had a hair tie in his hand and used to quickly get your hair out of the way, before he slipped the helmet on.

„Good?“

„Yeah, fine.“ you responded, admiring his face. God he was so close you could kiss him.

„You ready little girl?“ he drawled, eyes glinting in the moonlight.

You nodded, smiling back.

„Right, lets go then.“

Straddling the motorcycle he pulled it upright between his legs and you got an as well, wrapping your arms around his stomach. God, he‘s fucking fit. And his shirt is so thin you could feel his hot skin through the fabric. Looking back you saw Lily wink at you and the boys were grinning at Sirius, who took the liberty to flip them off, before the engine roared to life.

„Hold on tight love, don‘t want you to slip and hurt your pretty head“, Sirius yelled over the wind. You held him tighter, feeling his muscles flex under your hands. You felt his strong thighs beneath yours everytime he took a sharp turn. You could smell his cologne clearly in the passing wind. This man is pure sex appeal.

Sirius was hot and bothered as well. He was thinking about kissing you. About touching you right there and then. Flipping you over his seat and burying his face in your sweet cunt. He cleared his throat, the vibrations of his bike not helping. Fuck now he has a boner. He needs to get rid of it, right the fuck now or he‘ll crash.

You noticed him pull up to a gas station and he parked in a secluded area, killing the engine.

„Sorry love, need to use the restroom or I‘ll crash. Wait here alright?“

You stood up to give him space and told him not to hurry.

The moment he was out of sight you took off his helmet and let out a deep breath.

„How is he so fucking hot? And respectful?“ Your thoughts were all over the place and you took at look at his bike. It was huge really, your toes barley touched to ground when you got on. No wonder his thighs are so strong...

No. Stop.

You took a seat, not really caring the way your dress was riding up and exposing the edge of your panties. No one could see anyway.

„Damn, this is really nice.“ you said under your breath. Your hands glided over the handles and buttons and the way you were sitting on the warm seat made you aware of your throbbing clit. You rocked your hips a little, before your eyes widened in shame and you instantly stopped.

„Are you trying to kill me?“

Startled you turned around on the seat and Sirius was standing there. He was biting his lip, hands flexing at his sides and his smirk turned into a breathless laugh when he realized what you did seconds ago.

„Oh my god I swear I-“

He tutted, putting his hands in his pockets and came closer. Taking your chin in his hand his thumb came up to rest on your botto lip, pulling it from between your lips.

„Don‘t let me stop you, baby. Go ahead.“ His voice raspy as he focused his eyes on your mouth.

„But-“

His eyes flew up to hold your gaze, raising a brow.

„Go on, make yourself cum on my bike.“

Fuck, you wanted him so bad you‘d do anything to get him to touch you.

„Cum and I‘ll give you my cock.“

You whined a little at that, gripping the handles tighter and moved slowly, your clothed clit rubbing against the seat. Letting out a breathless moan you moved quicker, cursing softly when you felt yourself getting wet.

„Fuck baby, just like that...“

Sirius sat down behind you and draped his chest over your back. His hand grabbed your throat and pushed your head back to press a kiss on your parted mouth.

He moaned into the kiss when your ass grazed his erection and his right hand slipped into your panties to touch your clit.

„Oh Sirius fuck-“

He rubbed you faster and you moved your hips on his fingers, whining and whimpering for him to make you cum.

„You filthy baby and here I thought you were innocent. Wanted to take it slow with my precious love, but now I’m thinking you‘d rather enjoy me fucking you in the middle of a street.“

You cried out when your climax got closer, letting Sirius fuck you with his fingers and leaned back against his chest. His other hand grabbed your thighs to pull them up to your breasts and you cried out when he fingered you with three fingers at once.

„Fuck. Do you like me fucking you with my fingers? Not enough is it? Hm?“

The way he was hotly whispering against your ear made you beg for your realse.

„Please please please!“

He chuckled, not caring about your begging in the slightest. His fingers curled inside of you and found your spot, fucking it vigorously before he felt you tightening around him and stood up, licking his fingers.

„Lean back against the seat.“

You leaned back instantly, spreading your legs obscenely wide for him. He ripped your panties in the middle, kneeling to put his mouth on your clit. Sucking it hard he looked up at you with hungry eyes, fingers pushing in and out. Your legs were trembling and you cried out, trying to keep your eyes open to watch him make you cum.

„Cum in my mouth“, Sirius groaned and his tongue was on your clit again. With one more curl of his fingers you came, grabbing his head and grinding on his face, his nose smushed against your clit.

Sirius groaned at the taste, fingers pulling back to replace them with his mouth and he sucked until he had every last drop. He got up smearing his soaked fingers on your lips and pulled you into a kiss, both of you panting breathlessly.

Softly tracing his fingers on your cheeks he kept pressing gentle pecks on your open mouth, humming at the taste of your cum.

„Please“, you whimpered meekly, „please want you so bad...“

He sat on the seat between your open legs and pulled your hips closer, kissing you deeply. His hands made quick work of his belt, throwing it on the ground. You took over, never leaving his lips as you pulled him out of his jeans, stroking him.

„Mmm, fuck yes..“, Sirius panted against your lips.

You hooked your legs around his hips, rubbing the tip on your cunt and you moaned when he pushed you forward with his hand on your back. His cock stretched you wide, dragging against your clit as he did. He pulled you into the lotus position, so deep inside of you that you could feel every inch of his cock. You felt him throb inside of your cunt and he leaned forward, focing your back against the dashboard of his motorcycle. He placed his hands on the handles and started to fuck you mercilessly.

You cried out when he hit your spot with every push, pounding into you aggressively. Sirius moaned so loud you would have told him to keep it down if it wouldn’t have turned you on so much. He wasn‘t afraid so show you how good your were making him feel.

„Fuck so tight so tight“, he growled, „taking my cock so well. You were made for me to fuck you huh?“

„Yesyesyes please!“

You could barley talk because every thrust of his hips would push the air out of your lungs.

„Fucking slut, letting me fuck you in the middle of a street? Want everyone to see how you‘re my bitch?“

Sirius was getting more aggressive with every word, his own words riling him up to fuck you faster. You tugged at his hair and pulled him closer between your legs, crying out in pleasure. Your hand went to touch your neglected clit, but Sirius let out an irritated groan, slapping your hand away.

„You‘re gonna cum from my cock alone. Do. You. Understand?“

You shrieked when he angled his hips to repeatedly hit your spot, one hand wrapping around your throat. He placed his lips on yours to swallow your moans.

„Gonna cum gonna cum please!“

„Fuck cum baby, cum on my cock-“

You cried out one last time just as he pushed inside of you balls deep, stilling. He came in hot spurts, you felt him twitch inside of you as he let out choked moans. His forehead rested on yours, watching his cock cum inside of your cunt.

„So full Sirius, so full“, you whimpered and he kissed you deeply, rocking his hips slowly to empty himself.

„My good girl, fuck my precious love“, Sirius cooed, kissing your glassy eyes.

You smiled, pulling him closer to press small pecks on his mouth.

„My apartment is actually right there“, Sirius said, nervously chewing on his lip, his beautiful eyes darting back and forth between yours.

You gave him a relieved smile. „So this wasn‘t just once?“

He chuckled, pressing a kiss on your flushed cheek. „God no, if you‘ll have me?“

You beamed, „Of course, love.“

#sirius black #sirius black smut #sirius x you #hp marauders #marauders smut

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kazububs-archived · 2 years

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Nahoya Kawata HCs!!

with; Nahoya Kawata

cw; swearing

notes; did Souya might as well do his cute twin <33

Nahoya Kawata

- Nahoya is a big fan of physical contact, its one of his biggest love languages and calms him down; being able to feel you and know that you're safe with him.

- Constantly slaps your butt as he walks by. Loves when you glare at him or chase him down after doing it. He just likes seeing it jiggle! "It's not my fault you got a great ass babe!"

- When wearing causal clothing, Nahoya likes the look of a fanny pack slung across his chest. Would usually keep some stuff in there for you like chapstick, hair ties, etc.

- Isn't the type to be outwardly jealous, but he is known for standing behind you when someone is flirting with you and giving the most menacing smile well cracking his knuckles.

- Will deadass give you a rock and say "I thought of you when I saw this rock cause you're both dumb." Please I promise he means in it a lovingly way.

- Nahoya cannot sit still for the life of him. He really tries whenever you want to cuddle or need to be held, but he always has to be doing something. This is usually seen through, playing with your hair or hands, or tracing random shapes on the skin of your back, tummy, or arm.

- His favourite type of date is where you two don't really have anything planned but still have the time of our lives just being together. Driving around on his motorcycle as the city lights blur together in a sea of vivid colours.

- Prefers horror/mystery movies over comedy/romance movies.

- Nahoya's spotify is a completely mess. It's a good mix of Corpse, Insane Clown Posse, infinityghxst and Joji, Cavetown, The Orion Experience with Cage the Elephant. He also refuses to make any playlists apart from the default "Liked Songs" playlist.

- Has a small obsession gacha games, especially Genshin Impact. Has and will again pay for every battle pass. Nahoya likes the mix of storytelling and combat that the game offers, along with cute characters.

ALL CONTENT ON THIS BLOG IS PROPERTY OF KAZUBUBS AND ANY REPOSTING/CLAIMING/EDITING OF THE WORK ISN'T ALLOWED

#bubs writes #nahoya kawata #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers fluff #tok rev fluff #tokyo revenger hcs #tok rev #tokrev hcs #tokrev imagines #tokrev headcanons #nahoya #kawata twins #nahoya x reader #nahoya x you

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crackinwise · 3 years

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My pet AU is Kiyotaka and Mondo somehow out in the post-Tragedy Japan, surviving and saving people. Like either they didn't agree to stay locked in Hope's Peak for safety, or they survived the game and left with the others but didn't join Future Foundation. Major points up front, details divided into sections under the cut:

Mondo's objective would be to find his gang, and Taka's goal, besides finding his dad, would be repairing society while punishing those responsible for its destruction. But their direct task is keeping each other safe & helping victims along the way.

Mondo even stresses calling Taka "Ishimaru" instead of "bro" or his given name in front of others, so they might KNOW who's saving them. Taka caught on quick & is very grateful.

Taka would have kind of a breakdown reconciling who he is with what he has to do in a lawless world where every public moral is ignored. He keeps a small ledger of places they loot from, to compensate in the future.

At the start, Taka can only sleep burrowed against Mondo's chest or back, blocking out their damaged surroundings & pretending everything is as it was.

He cries in Mondo's arms one night after he couldn't avoid killing someone to save Mondo's life, and that's the tipping point. He thinks if he was better, stronger like his bro, he'd have noticed sooner & found a better option. Mondo is being so brave; he's Taka's rock and Taka wants to be as steady for him too. Their souls are already connected so obviously he just has to borrow more of Mondo's spirit, right?

That's how Ishida is created.

(In reality, Mondo just compartmentalizes and shoves down unhelpful feelings. You thought he needed therapy BEFORE all this, oh man-)

Ishida:

Taka ends up slipping into the Ishida facade for fight and flight; any time adrenaline kicks in and he feels he needs that boost. Sadly, that's most of their waking time. He guards Mondo and anyone they're saving like a fierce watchdog, and won't hesitate to bite.

He'll only come out of the role when he personally verifies it's safe and if Mondo can confirm it. Survivors are confused by the dual-sided Ishimaru switching right in front of them, but they're so grateful (and so much weird crap has happened) that it never phases them long.

Too many times, Ishida will go all day without a break. This means when their hideout for the night is absolutely safe, that it's okay to let go, Taka just collapses in exhaustion. But Mondo is there to catch him.

Mondo feels conflicted over the Ishida role because Taka is just a beast in it--it's very flattering and a little hot--but it also makes him worry more than before about Taka's health. He comforts Taka with a lot of praise and reassurances, and Taka sleeps lightly but otherwise fine.

Relationship: (slight mature warning)

When they touch, Taka swears he can feel the link between them flare to fuel them. Twin fires ignited. Mondo doesn't know about all that, but when their eyes meet it definitely makes him feel invincible, so, he can believe.

If they weren't already new boyfriends when The Tragedy hit, all this closeness makes sure of that soon after. Being together is their happiness and, for a while, their only link to pre-Tragedy lives. Vows not unlike marriage were exchanged one night. Where one goes, the other will follow. Anywhere. Always.

When they kiss, safe and alone, Mondo will ask what Taka wants; what he can handle that night. Sometimes it's just the kisses before passing out, sometimes it's more intimate touches to please them both after another hellish day.

Sometimes Taka will ask to be made love to, for obvious couple reasons, but also because Mondo inside him makes their tether feel stronger, more complete. Like going over the invisible line in bold marker. Taka believes any marks they can create with their mouths, any traces of themselves they can leave on or in each other, the easier they can find their bond and tap into it. (He had started a nervous habit of pressing in on lovebites to keep Ishida going when tired.)

Mondo tells him he doesn't need to find a poetic excuse for fetishes and Taka lovingly answers with a stomach punch.

Crazy Diamonds:

Mondo's gang members, the ones not dead or overcome with Despair, are slowly found and joined back up.

Any smaller and sturdier motorcycles are kept when found. If Mondo was able to keep his own in this version, it's a bit heavier than would be good for any off-roading--and much too loud for any stealth--but he refuses to part with it.

Every gang member respected Taka/Ishida the second they saw him fight beside their leader. Before Mondo says a word about him. They readily take orders from him in either form. The change in appearance was a surprise, but they're already used to some members wildly changing demeanor in or away from the gang, so it's easily accepted.

With the gang as backup to keep watch during downtime--after Ishida sized each one up and watched them for loyalty--the pair can feel a lot more relaxed. They joke about having a date in a blown-out restaurant they find, and they can finally enjoy a deep sleep.

When the group finds safehouses with more than one room, Mondo & Taka are given their privacy. Taka tries to insist everyone deserves a chance at privacy and they should rotate, but changing a gang's long-established hierarchy is a losing battle. And Mondo's not on his side because when they're alone he can be as sappy or touchy as he likes.

Legends:

Taka and Mondo save a lot of people over their journey and kinda become a legend that gets spread around and gives people Hope.

This area still needs work from me. Probably some research into Japanese myths and supernatural symbolism. A placeholder right now is something corny like "Two Men with burning eyes and thunderous voices will answer your cries for help. But if you're evil, the two will appear to you as One Demon and drag you down to the land of the dead."

There's also probably a need for costume changes since their color scheme is the same black & white of the Despair Remnants and monokumas killing people. Legend or not, it'd be easy for traumatized survivors to not know they're good guys at first.

Darker Moments: (blood, violence and vague attempted sexual assault)

After he killed a man to save Mondo, Taka luckily (he wouldn't use that word) doesn't have to again. Hurt? Yes. Beat unconscious? Yes. Maim? Yes, but some of the vile dregs of humanity are caught doing things that deserve worse--

--That deserve Mondo. Once when they were still traveling alone, a group of Remnants jumped them, managing to separate the two, and one knocked Taka out with a bad blow to the head. Mondo dispatched the others attacking him and got to Taka right as the Remnant was about to do something unforgivable.

Mondo snapped. He still doesn't remember what he did, he just remembers coming to in all the blood and dazedly picking Taka up to take him to a place he knew was safe.

Taka never finds out. He woke up a day later with a bandaged head and Mondo crying and kissing his hands. Mondo just told him he beat some and scared away the others.

Minor Details:

They try to always fight back-to-back and, to observers, seem to read each other's mind for where to move.

Taka/Ishida would use a sword or hand-to-hand. The pickaxe might just be a random pickaxe they find, if he uses it at all. Kinda hard to carry both a sword and a railroad pickaxe on your back, and I can't imagine it balances very well. (The size in official pics would be a 5lb head w/2-3lb handle.)

Mondo seems like he would use anything lying in debris to fight. Poles, pipes, chains. Aaaand maybe the knives he mentions in School Mode.

For any costume changes, Mondo would keep his jacket at least. A beacon for the Diamonds. Maybe a purple tank top, and different pants better for knife holsters. Unless the holster should wrap around his waist or hip instead?

Any changes to Taka's outfit would keep his armband. It's a reminder of his Talent and his goal to make Japan even better than before. Also wanna keep his boots or change to more rugged ones.

End Goal:

Obviously they'd end up in Towa, after the events of Ultra Despair Girls. They're reunited with Takaaki and Takemichi. Maybe they help set things right there a bit, or Makoto would get word to them about his plans vs Future Foundation's. Look at me, do I look like someone that knows how to end things?

There is no way you read all that. (I love you if you did.) But feel free to use all or any bits of it in your own works. Almost positive I'll never get to compose all this into a coherent fic format. I might update in short scenario posts under a 'Tragedy-survivor au' tag if I think of anything.

If you have a question or want something expanded upon, ask away.

#ishimondo #kiyotaka ishimaru #kiyondo ishida #mondo oowada #danganronpa #Tragedy-survivor au #i've only read like 2 fics that had this concept but it was ensemble so the boys weren't the focus which hurt me

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dustofbrokenheart · 3 years

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The Lost Boys: Night Ride

Dwayne x Female Reader

Word Count: 2,000

Warning: contains physical intimacy, blood drinking, and mature language.

Summary: Dwayne and you are enjoying a night ride along the Santa Carla coast when you start to feel a little cheeky. Risqué behavior ensues.

It was a quiet night at the boardwalk, typical for the time of year when school was back in session and it was off-season for tourists. There was no live music that night, instead a popular Tom Petty tune played over the loudspeakers. Human traffic was a third of what it was during the summer, people mainly flocked to the food and shop stalls in an attempt to keep warm amidst the evening chill.

Most of the time you were fine with making rounds at the boardwalk even when it was dead, but that particular night you felt restless. None of the shops had any new wares to look at and you rode the Giant Dipper coaster four times in a row which quickly took the thrill out.

Sensing your mood, Dwayne herded you to a bench in front of the carousel while the other three boys peeled off to continue following a group that was headed further into the park.

He sat next to you, his heavy, leather clad arm rested along the back of the bench, surrounding you with his presence without actually touching you. The metal seat would’ve likely felt cool to the touch, even through your pants, had you not been a member of the undead.

You instinctively scooted closer to Dwayne seeking affection despite knowing he wasn’t a big believer in PDA. Still, you cuddled into his side knowing that he would never turn you away and his arm came off of the bench to lovingly rub your arm.

The two of you sat silently in each other’s arms, observing people who walked by, the tinkling of the carousel’s jovial organ tune playing continuously in the background.

A few moments passed when you felt Dwayne’s fingers start to play with the hair near your ear. You looked up at him and found his chocolate colored eyes already trained on you. “Wanna go for a ride?”

Subdued only moments ago, you perked up and nodded eagerly. Dwayne got the okay from David that rang in both of your heads courtesy of the coven mind-link and you walked hand-in-hand back to the entrance where the bikes were parked.

Dwayne hopped on first, kicking the motorcycle upright, and you got on second, linking your fingers across his stomach to secure yourself when the bike jolted to life. He didn’t say what route he had planned but when he opted to forego racing along the beach, instead heading out to the road, you knew he was taking the scenic way back to the hotel.

The late night road was mostly vacant making it easy to cruise along the curvy road, the dark, vast ocean on the left-hand side. Dwayne ran the engine at near wide open speed and the wind beat strongly, mixing your hair with his in a whirl of tresses. In spite of riding in seemingly reckless abandon, you knew that he was keeping a close eye on the road; he didn’t want to risk wrecking with you onboard regardless of your immortal status.

Dwayne sighed in contentment up front, the speed was a way for him to have fun that he made sure to take advantage of.

You chose a different way to make some fun for yourself.

The bike was humming along, the engine humming rhythmically between your legs with a blanket of stars shining among the navy sky overhead. Squeezing your chest more fully into his back, your hands started to wander with the goal of giving him something to sigh about.

Your fingernails scratched gently over the solid ridges on his abdomen as they headed further south into dangerous territory. He went still, even by Dwayne standards, and you knew that you had his attention.

He turned his head around just enough for you to see the look in his eyes that said to cut it out. They also betrayed the interest that he tried to hide under his seriousness. You relented momentarily and your hands went returned to a respectable position with your hands linked around his stomach.

He nodded in approval and turned to face the road again. Normally, you took pride in being the mature one in the coven, along with Dwayne, but that ride had you in a playful mood. Game on, you thought to yourself.

The reprieve didn’t last long before your hands started wandering again, going upward to his pectorals that time. One benefit to him wearing an open jacket was that it made his body all the more accessible to you. You kneaded the muscle there to the best of your ability given the angle you had to work with while riding on the bike. His skin didn’t have the same heat that a human did but he still felt warm to your touch.

A low hiss was audible even over the wind when you tweaked his left nipple with a little more force. He let up on the gas a bit, enough for you to feel a lull as it shifted from a racing to a cruising speed. You raked down once more, making sure to fan out to his sides in order to caress his ribs until you reached his hips.

His knuckles tightened on the handlebars when you traced the deep v of his lower abdominals. Y/N… he warned through your link.

With bated breath from both parties, you dipped below the waistline of this worn jeans. The smooth brass button at the top snapped open, adding another splash of heat to the situation. The zipper teeth clicked as you pulled them apart until it went as far as they could go.

His head dropped back for just a second when your hand finally made direct contact with him and you proudly noticed that he was already decently hard. You briefly pulled back to lick a stripe along the length of your palm to make it easier to handle him.

The had was inserted back into his jeans and you drew him out, exposing his cock to the crisp air. The splash of heat from earlier reached a boiling point that was almost tangible. You wrapped your hand around him and gave a few measured pumps, twisting just a little when you got to the top of the shaft.

There was a constant stream of growls and shudders and you felt an incredible sense of power to be able to elicit a reaction like this from him, no matter that you had been intimate hundreds of time prior.

You vaguely registered him pulling a hard left that sent the bike across the oncoming lane and onto the wide, barren plain that lead right to the rickety wood steps outside of the cave entrance.

He let out a particularly drawn out “Shit,” with one of your tugs that had you giggling. You doubled down on your efforts, feeling more emboldened the closer the cliff and the stairs approached.

Dusty dirt and gravel kicked up as Dwayne brought the bike to an abrupt halt, so abrupt that the bike nearly threw the two of you off. A hint of salty ocean spray tickled your nose as his hands gripped your thighs with the intent to move you.

In one last act of playfulness, you brushed his thick hair aside and bit him, fangs piercing brown skin that allowed his blood to trickle into your mouth.

Tease, he moaned while you suckled at his neck.

You released your hold on him with a wet ‘pop’ and Dwayne had you off of the bike and in his arms in the blink of an eye. He fell back onto the hard ground with a loud bang and kept you on top so that you didn’t have to be the one rolling in the dirt.

His lips and tongue attacked yours hungrily, and he was so desperate to have you that he told you in a guttural voice, “Here. Now.”

You weren’t about to refuse him and your mouths met again with vigorous kissing.

He ripped your top apart easily, not in the frame of mind to be gentle with your clothes. He leaned up to capture a nipple and proceeded to nip and suck you, his hand giving attention to your other breast.

Your breathing sped up and you held his head to your chest, warmth leaving your limbs shaky. Lower down, you felt your panties start to dampen, and it was Dwayne’s turn to delve into your pants.

He dragged your pants down and moved the panties to the side so that he could cup you, his fingers teased your entrance while the base of his palm added pressure to the bundle of nerves on top. You whined when one of his fingers suddenly slipped inside you with no resistance. Unable to stop yourself you rocked in an attempt to try and create some much needed friction.

“Shit,” he groaned placing a sloppy kiss on your shoulder. “That slid right in, princess.”

He gave you a moment before adding another and you shut your eyes tight, the sound of his fingers inside of you too much to bear. But then his thumb grazed your clit and they shot open again, your nails digging into his shoulder blades.

Satisfied that you were ready for him, Dwayne tapped your hip with a gentle, “Up,” so that he could fully remove your pants.

You nodded frantically. You would do anything he wanted right then. You would do it happily.

By the time you were bare from the waist down and back on top of him, he had also kicked his pants down. The jacket stayed on, not that you complained—he looked damned good in that jacket.

Even in the midst of lust he had enough restraint to slowly push into you. His cock was wide inside you and it was disorienting as he continued to push inward. The sky spun as your head tipped from delicious pleasure. You moved in tandem from the start, a product of knowing each other bodies as thoroughly as you did.

To the untrained eye he seemed completely in control, his thrusts even and steady the entire coupling. But you recognized the truth. His hands were a vice grip on your hips and his brow protruded the moment his fangs dropped; his eyes were still brown but it wouldn’t take much to get them to turn.

The pace in no way slowed your climb to the precipice and it wasn’t long until your arms no longer had the strength to support you. “Please.”

Dwayne gladly accepted the added weight on his chest and did work for you, the tatters of your ruined top stimulating your nipples from it laid trapped between two bodies. Roughened fingertips rubbed you with precision and his pelvis bucked into you, the excitement building.

The thing that pushed you over the edge was when his tongue ran along the veins in your neck, tracing patterns and sucking at the base of your throat, whispering his love for you. His fangs broke skin and that was it. Euphoria bloomed from your core, spreading to encompass your whole body.

You chanted his name in breathy gasps, your muscles clamping down hard. He quickly followed you into rapture, kissing at your bottom lip while he rode his own wave.

When the fog lifted the two of you were still breathing heavy, every move ten times more sensitive than usual. He made an effort to cup the side of your face. You’re beautiful, princess. Always, he whispered.

Just enough blood rushed to your face to color your blush and you hid in his mused hair. He merely smiled and drew you in for another kiss—a languid one.

His eyes had finally taken on the marbled yellow-red color shared by all vampires and you were certain that your features mirrored his.

Beautiful, you parroted his earlier words, making sure that he heard.

He may have been a monster, but he was your monster.

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In the year of our lord 2021, I posted nsfw for the very first time 🙈. I’m in no way qualified to write this but was inspired by a confession made on @darling-disastrous’s blog. Enormous thanks if you stuck with it all the way through! I hope it was alright.

#the lost boys #the lost boys dwayne #the lost boys x reader #imagines #rated m for mature #14 days of valentines

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doorsclosingslowly · 3 years

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This Is the Time of Our Great Undoing

“Do you think Kaz could fuck someone in a full-body bondage suit?” Jesper whispers, more to distract Inej from what’s on the screen than anything else, but still—the idea won’t leave Kaz alone.

5.8k | modern AU | Kaz[/&]Jesper, part of a polycule

content note: despite the premise this is about cuddling, gambling addiction and existing during climate change

It starts the way most things used to start: with all of them piled onto ancient couches on the fifth floor of an otherwise empty building on the edge of Amsterdam, also called the Slat. These days, it’s harder and harder to get everyone together. Nina and Matthias are both in Rotterdam now, doing associate degrees that Kaz doesn’t care about. Wylan’s got room and board and a plan for the future and a social worker, and she already disapproves of Jesper as a bad influence so it’s not worth it, generally, for Wylan to come back to his old squat and hang out with the whole gang of ex- and current reprobates.

And Inej—fuck, Kaz wishes she was just a little less righteous, less concerned with how the world’s going to shit. She’s faced off against more cops now than he has, probably. Water cannons and charging horses and riot shields. She knows criminals all over the country, Europe, probably the world—but they’re the kind of criminals with morals and worthless targets, with bandanas and badly sewn patches, who will talk about Federici and sea levels and the Invisible Committee and use value if you don’t leave quickly enough. The kind that live on trees, as Inej’s going to do in a few days. The kind that don’t make any money. The kind that have even less of a chance of making it out of a job alive and free than Kaz does—and with the enemies she’s talking about, politicians, banks, Shell, he doesn’t even know if he’ll be able to extort her out of jail next time.

For now, though, they’re all together in the big room, watching some ancient movie on the massive 8k screen with mood lighting, etc, the works, that’s in the Slat courtesy of some MediaMarkt manager desperate enough to save her marriage to bribe Kaz into silence, but not so desperate she wouldn’t fuck two other women in the breakroom.

It’s impossible to know whose fault it is that they’re currently watching Pulp Fiction.

Kaz is inclined to blame Jesper, because most things are his fault in some way or another, and he’s supplying the login data for an old uni flatmate’s streaming accounts, which is where they found that film, front and centre, paid to rent until tomorrow. Who even pays for films? If that’s the calibre of people they send to university these days, it’s no wonder the planet’s going to the dogs. Jesper, though, swears he wanted to watch some goofy horror flick, so he’s splitting the blame with Nina and Matthias: Matthias, for growing up in a cult and having never heard of what’s apparently a film classic and mentioning that to Nina, who of course cooed over her boyfriend and insisted on it, even though actually none of them have watched it before either so it’s not like it’s an important cinematic milestone. Or just not b horror, crime, some weird arthouse thing with complicated morality… It’s weird and has crime but there is nothing to figure out, so Kaz is bored. It’s Inej’s fault, because instead of vetoing it she said yes, just because she has a heart-shaped soft spot for Nina. Wylan could have done his oh I’m still an innocent barely-two-years not a minor this looks bloody thing, and Kaz might not even have mocked him this time if he'd insisted on Jesper’s pick instead just so he could hide in Jesper’s arms for the most minor decapitations.

Jesper’s been talking through the whole film. Kaz got used to that a long time ago: the landing and failing of small non-sequitur jokes like rain against the window, whispered to Wylan who’s cuddled into his side on the left, or to Inej who’s burrowing under Jesper’s outstretched right arm. Sometimes Jesper thinks a quip will land better with Nina, so he shouts it over to the futon where she and Matthias are always just shy of engaging in heavy petting, and the really mean and bleak jokes he saves for when he’s made eye contact with Kaz.

Now, though: in this scene Mr Motorcycle and the gang boss are captured in a pawnshop and dragged into the basement, and Gang Boss gets raped. Inej’s hand is white-knuckled on Jesper’s arm, and Jesper’s talking non-stop. He’s talking about the flooding, and asking whether Inej thinks Doggerland will happen again but here, soon, you can never know when the scientists are so wrong about the speed of climate change, and apparently it all flooded in a day because something broke off Norway, and then he abruptly pivots to some demo where he bashed in a shop window and got new shoes, and then if she’s got dates for more street fights because then he’s in but please, don’t trick me into another book club, I don’t care about why the cops are bad I already know I just want to hit them—not topics Kaz would have chosen, exactly, but he’s rooted in his red leather armchair off to the side, not even able to hold her for comfort, not like Jes does now, and why didn’t they think to look up the content beforehand, why did they assume it was tame just because it’s an old film—and then, long after it’s over, Jesper idly asks, “Do you think Kaz could fuck someone in a full-body bondage suit?”

Wylan groans. Kaz wishes a sound existed that could express his own current emotion.

“You saw the guy, right?” Jesper turns over to Wylan, while still stroking Inej’s hair. “There was no skin on him. All leather. And that’s the trigger, so—might solve all our problems. I can’t believe I didn’t think of it before!”

“I don’t see a huge difference,” Nina snipes. “Kaz is already in all-black, with gloves. Though I guess, that hood would hide his atrocious haircut…”

“Stop being so mean to Kaz, Jesper,” Matthias mumbles. “Although he does deserve it.”

Kaz downs his entire glass of vodka. When he tops his drink up for the second time—he exed the first refill right in the kitchen—he brings the bottle and some maracuja juice over and refills Jesper’s, too, because Jesper’s been anxiously glancing over at him, every moment he thinks Kaz has turned his head away, since he shot his stupid mouth off and actually, it’s—Kaz isn’t thinking about it now but it just might—maybe it could work—well, he fills up the glass to stop Jesper from worrying himself into yet another mental crisis and also so he can bend over Jesper’s ear and whisper lovingly, “I’m going to make the leather for the suit out of your skin.”

“We should look for an Ed Gein film next!” Jesper laughs, much more brightly than the joke warrants, and Kaz refuses to interpret the look on his face.

By the time Kaz gets back to the Slat, on a day roughly three months later, it’s long past two in the morning. He’s in a foul mood: of course Haskell won’t even reimburse him for the taxi he had to take because he missed the last metro. Of course he just told Kaz to take a night bus. Haskell won’t even apologize for the last minute details he wants included in his casino’s tax returns. The old man’s not even mentally capable of understanding the extra work he caused. Yes, Kaz is good at filing taxes creatively, exactly tailored for the business to pay nothing whatsoever and meticulous enough to never arouse any suspicion, but that takes work. Things have to balance. Haskell thinks Kaz just has to press a button, and that he’s paying Kaz so he doesn’t have to press the button himself, and that it’s only worth it because he doesn’t want to sully his mind with ‘the Spreadsheet Program’. Which is also why he’s loaning Kaz out to a friend of his, which he just remembered to mention today, for that guy’s mattress store slash money laundering business, so that’s even more work for nowhere near enough money.

Sometimes, Kaz amuses himself with the idea of sneaking in small ‘mistakes’. Enough for even the stupidest tax official to unravel the whole sordid scheme and land Haskell in prison for tax fraud, whereupon he’ll also be discovered to be involved with drug smuggling, blackmail, murder, … none of which will ever trace back to Kaz. But the one time he was livid enough to try, nothing happened. He’ll never manage to plunge the true depths of stupidity of an average bureaucrat, apparently, and is thus doomed to failure.

And anyway, it’s good regular money for little work. Usually. He can’t really complain. Especially not to his friends, because three are going legit, Inej will just rant about the uselessness of defrauding the Belastingdienst for a few measly million euros a year when the world’s being set on fire every day, and Jesper’ll tell him to quit, again, because they live in a squat after all. It’s not like they’re paying rent. Jesper’s never heard of forethought, or gratitude. He doesn’t know how many of his bills Kaz has paid off.

Kaz’s leg aches after the climb to the third story. Two more to go. As usual, right at this point he remembers the joke Jesper made eight months ago about fooling someone into installing a stair lift, and as usual, he dismisses it in disgust after two more steps. Stomps harder on the next flight of stairs, with grim satisfaction at the shooting pains in his knee. He doesn’t need help. He doesn’t need to move to a house with a working lift, and he doesn’t need a stair lift, either. Fuck you, Jesper. I’m the actual functional adult with a job in this household. I don’t need a stair lift.

That’s what he would throw at Jesper’s head, but it’s nearly three o’clock, and Jesper’s probably out. Over at Wylan’s, if he knows what’s good for him, but given how evasive he’s been all week, how manic… Inej’s still camping high up in some forest to save the frogs or something, but no news there is supposed to be good news. If the cops had chucked her off a tree house, it would have been on tv. About everything else, he can worry after he’s slept.

He doesn’t bother with the lights in his room. The streetlight coming in through his open curtains is more than enough, and anyway, he found the empty tenement he turned into the Slat five years ago, fully moved down here three years ago when he met Jesper, and he knows every single thing in his room by heart. The antique dresser he made Jesper and Matthias carry up with the threat of cutting off a finger for every scratch it received is next to the door, the place where he leaves his gloves and wallet and phone and cane. The coat rack beside it, where the hangers for his suit are, then the hamper, and at the foot of his bed the long black linen nightgown that Jesper’s never, ever allowed to see, and—

There’s a black shape on top of his bedcovers, Kaz realizes when he’s pulled on his nightgown.

Kaz takes his cane back. He hasn’t made any new enemies recently as far as he’s aware—none who know his name—but he was careless, brutal, desperate when he was a lone kid getting by on the streets, and those victims had gangs, families, business partners. Just because no-one’s ever traced little Kazzie the bastard rabid dog back to the Slat-that-wasn’t-then doesn’t mean a thing. The fact that the friends he started collecting press-ganged him into doing more behind-the-scenes embezzlement and fewer turf wars because ‘they’re watching us, they have all our faces and fingers and DNA on file and cameras everywhere and did you hear about that informer having kids with the activist he spied on?’ or the more pragmatic, ‘If you don’t stop fucking up your leg on purpose I’m going to send you to a kink party you fucking masochist’…

None of it means safety, not really, and Kaz is glad he’s alone now. They’ve all moved on, and even Jes… well, if he’d been here tonight then the whole squat would be trashed because Jesper doesn’t come quietly. And now, if he comes back to find Kaz gone or his throat slit… Jesper’s going to fucking collapse. He’s been one phone call away from going hysteric all week. Who knows, though—he has Wylan now, and maybe it’ll be the push he needed, the path none of them could ever find, to get his life back on a solid track.

All of that is presupposing that Kaz loses, of course.

And he does not intend to.

The weird black ninja on Kaz’ bed hasn’t reacted yet. They’re curled into a foetal position and they’re snuffling, quietly, because they’re asleep.

Not even assassins dressed up as b movie henchmen expect the toll taken by Per Haskell’s technical naïveté and utter disrespect for Kaz’ work-life balance, apparently. He got back home so late he missed his own murder. Well, then. Kaz hasn’t tortured anyone in two years and he may be out of practice, but the films he’s been forced to watch in the meantime have, if anything, made him more creative. He’ll teach them not to underestimate the brutality of Kaz Brekker, even when he’s moved up a few rungs in the ladder of Amsterdam’s underworld and landed a desk job.

He’ll—but Kaz hasn’t had to stalk silently towards his prey in two years, either. He’s underestimated the extent to which his lame leg’s gotten worse.

Also, someone’s pulled a box out from under his bed.

Kaz stumbles, and in the split-second before he catches himself on the edge of the mattress he wonders—will they have a gun? I can still bash them in the head before they fire, I haven’t gone that soft—and then the would-be assassin stretches out their lanky body as they wake up.

With their arms raised over their head, Kaz can see the bright white light of the street lanterns outside reflect off the gleaming black PVC fabric they’re wearing. Sleek and skin-tight, no ornamentation except a few steel buttons glinting at the crotch, and a full-cover leather hood over their face adorned with one-euro-sized rivets at the jaw, the forehead, the bridge of the nose, the large buckle around the neck. More buckles, at the back of the head and hanging off the right side at eye-height. The open silver zipper at the mouth reflects the streetlight, too, as does the padlock that hangs off it.

Oh no. Kaz knows that mask. Not even shoving it all the way back to the furthest corner under his bed allowed him to forget the way it looks.

Oh no.

Jesper yawns loudly. “Morning, boss. Evening. One of those. I thought you were finishing work early?”

“Haskell had some last-minute revisions to his tax returns.” Kaz sighs. “Don’t cook tomorrow. I’ll be out late for the whole next week—don’t expect me before three am. New client. I need to create a whole year’s documentations from scratch.”

“Just fuck him over, boss. He doesn’t appreciate you, and you don’t need the money. We live in a fucking squat.”

Sweet, financially illiterate nuisance Jesper, who probably doesn’t even know what that awful mistake he’s dressed in right now cost. The thing he’s dressed in. Which was hidden under Kaz’ bed. In Kaz’ room. Which they are inside right now. “You broke into my room,” Kaz rasps. “Again.”

“You know, Kaz,” Jesper replies with poorly feigned innocence, ”this thing is a little big for you. Fits me pretty well, though.”

“I told you I don’t keep cash under my bed. I told you that, the last time you tried to steal from me to pay off your gambling debts. I like my room organized as it is, and so I don’t keep any money here. Not under the bed, not in the wardrobe. And you won’t find any of my actual caches, because I’m smarter than you.”

“You’ve lied to me before.”

“You’ve stolen from me before. Remember last year? Remember you made Inej cry? I though you were clean. I thought you promised Wylan, when you asked him out, that you were done gambling. Maybe we all had too much trust in you.”

Jesper pulls his PVC-clad shoulders up to his en-leathered ears: a ridiculous sight, and Kaz doesn’t know what’s worse. That a bondage sex slave could actually look this dejected and humiliated and alone, or that Jesper does. He’s almost ready to call off the assault. It took a while to figure out, but as usual Inej was probably right, because she’s been researching and discussing the mental health industrial complex in general, and the traumatizing nature of modern life, with her comrades. Even though Kaz is neither the kind of person to touch people with kid gloves, and nor does he like thinking of Jesper as someone who needs that kind of handling—when Jesper’s in a shame spiral this deep then any criticism will drive him even deeper into the arms of the next casino. So the adrenaline and dopamine can wipe out everything else, or to feed his self-loathing even more by being exactly the person he’s terrified people think he is—Jes couldn’t quite explain it himself during the Intervention, except that everything is too much sometimes, even more too much and faster than usual.

He’s a pitiful creature. Kaz almost has pity. Then, though—

“It’s not working, boss. I know why you’re reminding me I fucking relapsed, again, and tried to steal from my best friend, again, and that I’m going to beg you to lie to Wy, again, but I still haven’t forgotten I’m wearing a bondage suit that you’ve been keeping under your bed for—two months now, is it?”

It’s just one month, actually. The manufacture and shipping took six whole weeks.

Two can play that game. Kaz might be very slightly embarrassed, but Jesper’s relapsed into the combination of addiction, theft and deceit that destroyed his life three years ago, and nearly did so again, two-and-a-half years ago and one year ago. “Careful. I haven’t even yet agreed to lie to Wylan, Jesper. About your problem. That you promised you’d tell him about.”

“Also, I notice it fits me, not Inej. Not Nina. Not Matthias. Not even Haskell, I bet. Me. Almost like it was made for me.”

Kaz ignores his insinuations. The answer’s obvious, anyway: yes, he did take clothes from the main washing pile in Jesper’s room and measured them. Yes, he used the measurements when he ordered a bondage suit. Yes, that’s creepy. Yes, a decent person would have asked. No, he’s not sorry. Jesper knew who Kaz was when he moved in with him. And it’s not like Kaz is the one who’s really at fault here. If Jesper just stopped gambling, he’d never have found out.

“Even attempted theft is illegal, Jesper. Completed robbery is worse. I cover my tracks, but you… you should be careful what you say now. They’re still looking for whoever robbed that jeweller last year.”

“Inej’s gonna cut off your head if you try. It’s like you never read her hoodies. All cats are beautiful, et cetera, Kaz. Thirteen-twelve. Keep up.”

Sometimes, the only thing that keeps Kaz from tossing Jesper out of the Slat is that Inej hates landlords and landlord-adjacents just as much as the pigs. If only he’d known back when he let the drunk penniless fancy uni boy who jumped into a fight to defend Kaz from some thugs—a fight Kaz would have won regardless—if only he’d known, before he let Jesper crash on his floor for a night or two, where all of this would end. “I’ll never mention anything about tonight again if you don’t either. Forget it. It was a bad idea. A failed plan. That’s all.”

“Without even trying it?”

“I will zip your mouth shut,” Kaz rasps. “I’ll lock it. I’ll throw the key into the harbour. Fuck you.”

Jesper, though, somehow got even mouthier when he put the bondage suit on. Less respectful. This isn’t how it’s supposed to go. “Come on, Kaz,” he wheedles. “I put it on, right? So I’m fine with it, if you’re worried. Aren’t you curious? If our places had been reversed—well, if you’d found it in my room you’d have murdered me, so we’re not exactly identical, but still. Come on, sit down next to me. This is—PVC right? Good job choosing me. Inej would hate it. So much plastic.”

“It’s less like skin than leather.”

“Not complaining, Kaz. I have some juice with a straw over there to keep me hydrated in case I sweat like a pig, but I haven’t, yet. I can probably camp out in this for a few more hours.” He tries a patented Jesper I’m flirting in an over the top way to make you laugh which is my flirting style for when I’m genuinely worried about the reaction because this way I can pass off exasperation and mockery as the response I intended look, probably with fluttering eyes, but since Kaz can barely make them out through those open zippers and the rest of his face is a complete mystery, it falls flat. It looks ridiculous, though, so it also works, and Jesper has the nerve of complaining about Kaz’ eight-dimensional chess plans. He’s worse. He’s worse, and animated by Jesper’s ridiculous, familiar movements the bondage suit doesn’t look like a pathetic attempt anymore. Not like the desperation of an emotional cripple. It just looks like Jesper, with an extra layer on his skin. Jesper, probably making a duckface, purring, “Don’t you think I’m sexy?”

Kaz looks away. “Are you serious right now?”

“Of course,” Jesper replies instantly, as if there was never any reason to doubt him. As if he doesn’t blame Kaz for doubting, simultaneously. As if Kaz is allowed to try. To fail. To fuck up, risk hurting him. There is a reason why Kaz never even considered someone else for the suit. “Come on, get on the bed.”

“We have to talk with Inej first. And with Wylan.”

“One-track mind,” Jesper replies, and just like that Kaz is ready to murder him again. “We’re not fucking. We’re not doing more than normal, except maybe touch. We don’t even know yet whether this helps you. I’m not risking it. We’ll just try touching, and if you think it’s triggering, we stop. We’ve got all the time in the world to work up to more. Until this city sinks into the ocean and the grid collapses from heat, which might be tomorrow, so. Or the fascists win.”

“You’ve been listening to Inej.”

“I do try to keep up.”

“Well, stop. Or listen more carefully, until the end, when she gets to the doomerism is the opiate of the masses part.”

“Just get on the bed, Kaz.”

Kaz puts his bent good knee onto the mattress and pulls himself over to Jesper. The fabric of his linen smock rubs against his heated skin: not like corpses, not like that, not like Jordie and he won’t even think about him or this will be over but—it just feels like his own familiar coarse age-softened nightgown that Jesper hasn’t even made fun of yet, his thin nightgown that in a second will be one of only two layers between him and Jesper.

He rolls over so he can sit down next to Jesper, at first. Daringly, he leans an arm against his best—well, they’ll figure that out later.

“Okay?” Jesper asks. He has to crane his head a lot to look through the thin eye slits of his bondage mask at Kaz’ face, and even then he’s probably mostly seeing the gleaming teeth of the eyehole zippers. And still he leans forward forty-five degrees and twists his torso and neck so he can look up into Kaz’ face, carefully keeping the arm that’s touching Kaz as motionless as possible, because he’s being careful with Kaz. Kaz has told him a thousand times he hates being coddled. He’s not a poor little abused dog, he’s a vicious murderer who destroyed his leg and his ability to be close to people while he was murdering, that’s all he ever told Jesper. That lie. And yet—even if he’s only fooling himself because this scene is so patently ridiculous, and the psych ward he got sent to once for the crime of rough sleeping while underage would stamp every single thing about what they’re doing as deeply unhealthy, and he can’t see Jesper’s soft concerned expression under the hood… Whatever it is, Kaz feels warm all over. He feels good. Safe.

Jesper can tell, apparently. “Want to touch my chest? Or climb into my lap?”

Kaz moves over, carefully smoothing down his nightgown before he sits down on Jesper, angled so he can lean with his left arm pressed against Jesper’s chest. It’s safer, somehow, than giving him the back, but perhaps someday…

Jesper loosely wraps his arms around Kaz. They’re just there, barely touching, the hands lax on top of Kaz’ right knee. You can leave at any time, they say, I’ll let go as soon as you’re uncomfortable, and Kaz would have known that regardless. Jesper’s never usually this still, unless he’s lost in concentration: and Kaz, who’s seen how gambling can destroy someone’s life, how it is currently destroying someone’s life, would still bet everything he has ever owned that Jesper’s concentrating on every single aspect of Kaz’ body language right now.

It’s not necessary, though. Those hands are gleaming black PVC. They don’t look or feel anything like Kaz’ memories.

He drops his own naked right hand onto Jesper’s gloved one. Joins them. Anchors Jesper. “How much do you owe this time, Jes?”

A beat. Jesper’s face drops down towards Kaz’ lap. Trying to hide his shame, and he’s forgotten that he’s wearing a full bondage mask, that Kaz can barely make out his eyes through the slits of the zippers. If he’s trying to deny everything, Kaz will just beat it out of him. He’s done it before. A year ago, when it was bad, but Jesper promised he got it under control. But Jesper’s promises were never worth much, not for this. If they were, they’d never have met.

“Four grand.”

“To?”

“Tom Geels. One of Big Bol’s old friends—”

“So he put you up to—”

“I was already playing when he walked up to me, Kaz,” Jesper grinds out. Aware that he could save himself from at least a little of Kaz’ disappointment by casting Bollinger as the tempter. Simultaneously aware that Kaz promised to feed Bollinger to a marine propeller last year if he ever took Jesper gambling again. Noble, to try and save Bollinger’s life—or to save Kaz from committing another murder—not that either of them deserves his loyalty. “I’ll pay you back, Kaz. I’ll have the money. Give me—give me half a year, Da’s still sending me—sending me rent money, Christ, he’s—I’ll save it. No, you’ll get it straight as soon as I get it, and in six months, you’re paid back in full. I promise.”

“We’ll figure it out. I have some jobs I could use you on. Nothing big. Intimidation, mostly. Some breaking, some entering. Boring stuff, not even worth mentioning to Wylan I should think.”

“Thank you.” Jesper’s forgotten all his restraint. He’s kissing Kaz’ forehead, or rather kissing the inside of his mask that’s pressed against Kaz’ forehead. He’s wrapped Kaz tightly in his long bondage arms too, painfully twisting Kaz’ shoulder and elbow and wrist because Kaz is still holding onto his hand. It’s that welcome pain, and the texture of the bondage suit that Kaz still isn’t completely used to, that keeps him from breaking Jesper’s nose. Keeps him—he isn’t back in the North Sea. He isn’t with Jordie. He should be, but he isn’t, and even if it comes…

Inej taught him about grounding. None of them trust the system as far as they can throw it, so she didn’t send him to a shrink when they started dating, unlike he feared, but—she said they helped her, those grounding exercises she found on the internet, and so Kaz has been diligently practicing breathing techniques and focusing his awareness on details of the present moment. Five things he can see: well, it’s dark, but the way what little streetlight gets through reflects off the folds of the suit on Jesper’s bowed stomach is quite interesting. His own knees. His hand, still clutching Jesper’s. The cane, on the floor. The floor. Five things he can hear: early morning traffic, Jesper’s breath, Jesper trying not to sob out loud in relief or shame or a mixture of both, the rustling of fabric, the squeaking of fabric. Five things he can feel: The old ache of his leg, always. Jesper’s hand. Jesper’s thighs. The hard buttons at the flap over Jesper’s crotch, digging into his side.

Somehow, Jesper’s noticed his shift in focus. At least he’s stopped crying now. “You know, you could have just asked how big I am if you wanted a suit with a dick pouch,” he teases in a voice that almost manages to sound happy. “I wouldn’t even have been suspicious.”

“Just because you have no boundaries, Jes, doesn’t mean I have to sink down to meet you at your level.”

Jesper takes a big breath. To forestall the whole Who bought this bondage suit argument Kaz elbows him in the stomach, hard. Once Jesper’s done coughing—a wriggling movement against Kaz’ side that he’s never even felt before—he mumbles something else, though. “I texted Da my new number. He called last week. Wanted to know how I was doing,” and oh. That makes sense. That’s what did it. “Apparently I’m graduating in seven months, according to that fake schedule you made me so I could keep my lies straight. He wants to come to the graduation. He asked me whether I have a job lined up.”

“I could hire somebody to fake you a degree,” Kaz offers. This should be Inej’s job. She shouldn’t be off somewhere, saving grasshoppers. She should be here. She’s the one who tried to talk Jesper into coming clean to his father, last year. All Kaz knows, all he has ever done, is to keep digging, and it’s worked for him. So far. “It’s all the rage now I hear. Cheap, too. No-one will find out. Just don’t become a politician in Germany.”

Jesper sighs. The air kisses the back of Kaz’ neck. “I don’t even care anymore. I could have a degree, or not, it all doesn’t matter. Universities are a scam to regulate economic class relations anyway. I don’t know that I can keep lying forever, or get a job, just so I don’t have to tell Da I betrayed him. Because nothing matters anyway. We’re collectively throwing the future down the drain. It’s not like anyone needs another mechanical engineer when we hit four degrees. I don’t know what we need. I just know everything I know is pointless.”

“I’m sure Inej can hook you up, if you want to blow up a coal power plant.”

“But what about you, then? What would you do?”

“I could have you kidnapped,” Kaz says. That’s not what Jesper meant. Kaz refuses to think about what Jesper meant. “Fake your death. Colm will be so relieved when they find you that he won’t even care you failed all your studies so you could become a live-in human blow-up doll.”

“That’ll only keep Da happy for a year at most and you know it.”

“Well, then Colm’s just going to have to get used to it. Get used to you, like we did. Real, annoying, good-for-nothing directionless screw-up Jesper.”

Jesper rubs his leathered cheek against the crown of Kaz’ head. “Fuck you. Thanks.”

Kaz runs his fingers over the squeaky PVC on Jesper’s forearms, steeling himself before he whispers idly against Jesper’s neck, “If Inej’s right about the warming and the sea level over the next decades, it won’t just be refugees from the south we’re letting drown, people it’s easy to lock out. Maybe you’re right about the Doggerland thing, and we all get flooded.” He swallows. The words are high up in his throat, trying to spew out. “Then it won’t just be one stupid child with a stupid family going out boating in the North Sea when there’s a storm coming. Not just that one kid thrown out of a sinking boat nearly drowning and clinging to his brother’s corpse. Your blow-up doll skills will be in high demand if everyone else gets triggered by skin contact too.”

Jesper, miraculously, reveals a talent Kaz didn’t even know he possessed: he shuts up. He ghosts his gloved hands over Kaz’ shoulders, and then he starts carding his fingers through Kaz’ hair. Kaz can feel the static electricity building up, the crackles and the safety, and then he realizes his eyes have drifted shut. He realizes he doesn’t know how long Jesper’s been petting him.

“Take off your hood,” he mumbles.

“Kaz?”

“Take it off. Scuttle over so your head’s on the pillow.”

Jesper obeys, like Kaz always knew he would. He looks up at Kaz with something that might be confusion but might also be—trust and deep joy and more, something Kaz can’t quite admit anymore now he’s in his bed, and Kaz puts his head down on his chest. His legs will still fit, and this way, he has the squeaky PVC right where he needs it. Squeaky, rhythmically rising warm dry plastic under him. The exact opposite of a waterlogged corpse.

“I don’t have time to call you an ambulance when you get into a bondage suit erotic asphyxiation incident, just so you know. I have a full schedule for today, remember. I’ll be at Haskell’s until after midnight. I have to break Bollinger’s thumbs. My alarm is at seven. Turn it off and I’ll send you to Colm in bite-sized pieces,” Kaz rasps, and then, with a movement that no-one would call timid if they wanted to keep their tongue attached, wraps his arms around Jesper. “You’ve kept me awake for two hours, so be a good pillow. If I kick you off the bed while I’m dozing, remember. This is your fault.”

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-Saiouma Oneshots- Kindergarten Teacher! Kokichi x Parent! Shuichi

>Quick Disclaimer< In this story, Monaca is nice- Her legs are actually disabled as well. I tried to mention everyone who is in the actual story's POVS. The adults are 22 whereas the kids are 5. Kirigiri and Shuichi are childhood friends too.

This story is very long, it was made to show my appreciation for all of the support. Sorry it took so long for me to update.

!TW!

Family Issues

Mentions Trauma

Mentions Dead Bodies

kIsSinG (Ok I'll stop)

KOKICHI POV

“So, Nagisa. I heard you’re getting a new caretaker?”

I looked at Nagisa, pitying the poor boy. He never had good parents. They would always force the youngling to work, days over days, sometimes hitting him to help him stay awake. That’s his reason for being very smart at a young age.

I would always stay here with him in the afternoon, occupying him so he doesn’t have to go back home.

“Mhm! I heard he’s a boy, I hope he’s nice!”

I smiled at the small boy. Even with all the despair he has been through during his life, he still had a glimpse of hope resting in his heart. I admired him for this, he was very strong for pulling through all the drama, especially as a child.

“Y’know, I’m gonna miss going here when I grow up. Will I ever see you again?”

“I mean, I could probably get in contact with your new caretaker, and could visit you once in a while…”

“I don’t wanna leave this place…”

I comforted him as his tears threatened to fall from his eyes, tracing random designs on his back, listening to his troubles. I suddenly heard a knock on the door. I energetically got up from my seat, Nagisa following close behind me, and then opened the door.

There was a man with teal blue hair and a detective uniform standing at the door. He looked kinda sexy-

“Hello, Mr. Detective~ You here for something?”

He stared at me before handing me a few slips of paper. Adoption papers? Wha-

“Who are you?”

Nagisa was a little scared, as he was a detective. The poor boy probably thought that the man was here for something serious.

I hushed Nagisa as I pulled him infront of me, giving him a good view of the man.

“My apologies…I’m Shuichi Saihara. Nice to meet you.”

I nodded at him and decided to introduce Nagisa and myself/

“I’m Kokichi Ouma, and this is Nagisa. Judging by the adoption papers, I’m guessing you’re here for Nagisa?”

He nodded and shook the hand I held out to him. He had such a calming voice…

“Are you mean?”

“I promise I’m no-“

“You smell like coffee.

“Wha-“

“Nagisa, it’s not ok to interrupt people y’know.”

Nagisa muttered a small ‘sorry’ to me and the man before getting his bag. He peered up at me with teary eyes. I could tell he didn’t want to go with a new parent, due to trust issues. I sighed and pat him on the head.

“You better take care of him.”

Shuichi smiled at me, reassuring that everything was going to be fine. I held out my phone with my contacts open.

“Phone number?”

I asked him as he took my phone (and ran off with it) and he handed me his, and we both entered each other’s phone number. Nagisa smiled as I showed him my phone, his eyes gleaming with hope and joy. I couldn’t help but smile back at him. Shuichi even grinned at us placing his hands gently on Nagisa’s shoulder. I waved them goodbye as they waved back, Nagisa ranting to Shuichi about me. I’m glad I was able to make him happy. I walked around the small room, arranging everything back into its normal places and counting all the items to see if they were still there. 10 paint brushes, 2 art easels, 20 pencils, 5 paint palettes, 40 books and 7 whiteboard markers. Looks like I’m running low on markers, I’ll grab some in the morning. I smiled and locked the door behind me. I strolled down the street under the glowing sky, showing colours of orange, yellow, red, and peach. I sat calmly at the bus stop, taking off my painting apron and stuffing it into my bag neatly. I placed earplugs into my ears and started playing my favourite playlist.

Soon the bus arrived, squeaking its brakes as it parked into the bus stop. I sighed and planted my feet onto the ground as boarded the bus. It didn’t take long to get home.

||Time Skip Cuz Lazy||

I jingled my keys as I brought them out of my pocket, slotting them into the lock and opening the doors to the kindergarten. I walked in, turning on the fans by a little, and the lights. I began to write whatever was happening onto the big whiteboard and restocked my pens. I smiled as children and parent sprawled into the room, yet keeping an eye out for Nagisa. If he had any new scars or bruises, or darker eyebags, Shuichi won’t be waking up the next day. I waited about five minutes, everyone was here, but the two people I had been waiting for.

Suddenly, the doors swung open, and I spotted Shuichi giving the small child a piggy-back ride. I smiled as they both grinned back at me, Nagisa climbing off the adults back and running over to me.

“Kokichi! You won’t believe it! He let me use his magnifying glass and we went to the park. He even pushed me on the swing! I love my new dad!”

I grinned wider, glad Shuichi was giving him a good treatment. He even said he loved him.

“That’s great Nagisa! I’m grateful that Shuichi has been treating you right.”

Shuichi lovingly hugged Nagisa.

“I better go, or I’ll be late for work! Bye, have a good day you two! I love both of you!”

The young boy I waved goodbye as the detective briskly walked out of the kindergarten building, waving us goodbye, blushing. Wait, he loved both of us…?

||POV Change||

SHUICHI POV

I walked out the door, blushing crazily. I can’t believe I said that. I’m so embarrassed…

I hopped into the car, driving down to the detective agency. When I had first met Kokichi, I thought he looked a little cute, but I just ignored my thoughts. I’ll just tell him I was talking Nagisa and his non-existent imaginary friend…yeah I’ll just do that.

I arrived at the agency, closing the door gently behind me and taking in a deep breath. The aroma of coffee wafted around the area. No wonder I smelt like coffee…According to Nagisa anyways.

“Good morning Mr. Saihara. You looked like you’ve slept well!”

My partner, detective Kirigiri. I grinned at her, starting to tell her about Nagisa. She nodded at me while I spoke, thankful that I finally had something to cheer me up. I had been so busy with work lately that I was so tired to even show much emotion.

“So, Shuichi. We have a new case to work on.”

“Hm? What’s it about?”

“Just a new murder case, the usual.”

I nodded at her getting my file reports organized and ready. She gave me some evidence, suspect reports, reports of the victim and the time and place of the murder.

“It seemed to be planned too…”

I muttered as she passed over a small picture which showed the room.

“Huh?”

I pointed at the picture, spotting a nearly invisible ‘escape route plan’ peeking out of the screen. You could only see half of it though.

“That’s new…”

“Wait…How did you know this wasn’t there? Weren’t you at the crime scene?”

“It was a photo in the victims camera roll. You were correct, I was there, but it seems like the killer needed this to escape.”

“That makes sense.”

“So, the killer must’ve either been scared they would mess up, has a bad memory or had minimum time to figure this out…”

She agreed with me and pointed to the wall again, pointing back to the photo.

“There seems to be something white in the vents that we never checked.”

She stated bluntly while narrowing her eyes to get a better look.

“You’re right! Why didn’t you check the vents though…?”

“Rats.”

“Wha-“

I shrugged it off and looked back at Kyoko, then the picture again. She smirked at me and placed a hand on my shoulder.

“You wanna check it out, don’t you.”

“Kinda-“

“Well, what are you waiting for?”

I followed her out of the building, and we entered the car park, halting to a stop right infront of a shining, neon purple motorcycle. It gleamed in the sunlight and Kyoko continued to smirk at me.

“Chickening out?”

“N-No..”

“Good.”

She grabbed a helmet off the dark purple handlebars and gave it to me, claiming to have a spare one in her bag that she could wear. Which she did.

She hopped onto the motorcycle, gesturing for me to do the same. I gulped and lifted my leg over the seat and sat down, trembling.

“Hold on tight!”

I didn’t hesitate to do exactly as she told me. She revved the engine, and we took off down the road, her purple hair flowing viciously in the wind. I was petrified. We were going veryfast. I gulped as I felt the wind blow in my face. I rested my chin on Kirigiri’s shoulder, avoiding her purple hair flowing into my face as we raced around the city. The city lights were blurred, and people looked like smudge marks. I peered down at the road, barely able to adjust to the distorted white line and concrete. I felt a sickening dizziness, and my head just couldn’t keep up with my blurry surroundings. Yet, I felt like I was in heaven. The glorious wind blowing in my face, the soothing noises of the motorcycle engine, and the feel of Kyoko’s warmth. I closed my eyes, loosing touch with everything around me. I was in my own little world. That was, until I sensed the motorcycle slow to a halt and Kyoko’s small weight lift off the motorcycle. But since I was laying on her, she lifted me up too without realizing, and my body went tumbling forward, Kyoko’s doing the same.

“Sorry…”

I sighed and apologized, staring at the ground. She arose from the ground, dusting off her uniform and patting me delicately on my back.

“No worries, Saihara-Kun. Just be careful next time.”

I nodded as we barged into the murder scene, nobody being there.

“Watch out. We cannot predict anything. Expect the unexpected.”

I remembered her wise words and examined the room, Kirigiri assisting me by lifting me up, since I weighed less, and I unscrewed the vents to see a rat. Great. I sneakily snatched the paper and Kyoko lowered me back down to the ground, peering over my shoulder to see if anything useful was written on the small piece of white paper. It read,

Sorry, my dear friend.

“So, the victim was the culprit’s friend….

“Seems so.”

“Wait, why wasn’t it near the victim then?”

“When we arrived, the fan was on, making it completely possible to blow into the vents, in which the paper could slip through, and the rats could’ve possibly taken it.”

I nodded to show my agreement and we inspected the room a little longer. I spotted her typing on her phone a few moments later, sighing.

“Saihara-Kun.”

“Y-Yes?”

“Are you gonna leave your kid at kindergarten or…”

Shuichi blankly stared down at his wrist, reading the time.

2:12

Nagisa’s kindergarten ended at 2:00. He was over the other side of the city. He would be very late, as they had no car.

“Take my motorcycle. I want to stay a bit longer anyways.”

“Really? Thank you Kirigiri-San!”

I rushed out of the building, grabbing a sleek blue helmet and boarded the motorcycle. The wheels screeched as I raced across the city, my hair spasming in the wind. The motorbike’s wheels whirred as they rolled along the road, forcing the motorbike to drive faster. My hands gripped the handlebars incredibly tight, fearing the vehicle would stir out of control if I didn’t have power over the handlebars.

There it was. The kindergarten. I zoomed towards it, halting to a stop in the parking lot. I rushed inside, panting heavily as Kokichi and Nagisa were staring at me. The small, blue-haired boy ran over, enveloping me in a tight hug. I lovingly hugged back, patting his back in the process.

“Where were you? Parents shouldn’t be late, y’know.”

I gulped and peered up at the kindergarten teacher, mentally scolding myself. I knew I shouldn’t have been late. If it wasn’t for my partner, I would’ve left Nagisa there until I suddenly realized that he wasn’t anywhere nearby.

“Kokichi, don’t blame Dad! He had a really important case today!”

“Alright, just tell me next time.”

I muttered a sorry, and nodded, showing my understanding. The kindergarten teacher walked up to me, swiftly patting Nagisa’s head for a short period of time, then shifted to face me. I gulped, fearing I would get in trouble for not being a ‘good parent’.

“Why’d you call both of us cute.”

“I don’t understand what you’re talking about-“

“Why.”

I looked to the side, shivering a little and sighing. I soon peered back at him.

“Look..”

My ahoge resembled a deflated balloon. It was deformed, bent at every inch.

“It just slipped out, okay…?”

He looked at me, unamused, rolling his eyes and sighing.

“Totally…”

“Well, Nagisa and I have to go…”

“Alrighty! See you Nagisa!”

“What about me-“

“What about you?”

I rolled my eyes as I watched Kokichi ruffle Nagisa’s hair. He looked down at the boy expectantly.

“Nagisa has wanted to ask you something, but he’s clearly too shy…”

He nudged Nagisa knowingly, as the small boy stuttered out words.

“Well…I was wondering if some of my friends could have a sleepover…I’ve never had one, and…”

There was an awkward silence as my mind scanned over what I had planned next week. Nothing.

“Or not! T-That’s fine t-too!”

He looked sad and embarrassed at the same time, fiddling uneasily with his fingers, making eye contact with the ground.

“No, its fine! I was just trying to remember if I had anything scheduled next week…We can have one!”

Nagisa’s eye lit up, sparkles glimmering in his blue orbs. He shined so brightly as he bounced around the room excitedly. Then I realized something.

“Wait-“

“What?”

Kokichi looked up at me, clearly waiting for an answer.

“How am I gonna get Kyoko’s motorbike back to her-“

“You drove a motorcycle.”

“Yes-“

Kokichi jingled the keys on his short fingers, swaying them from side to side. He stared into my eyes, smiling.

“Want a ride then? I could pack the motorbike in the back of my car and drop it of to ‘whatever her name is’.”

“Kirigiri.”

“Right.”

The three of us strolled out of the kindergarten, after Kokichi had tidied up all the mess and checked up on everything, locking the doors behind us as we exited the building. Hopping into the car, we all drove off down the road, me directing the other adult towards the crime scene. Leaving the car, I unpacked the motorbike as Kokichi and Nagisa followed me in. I shifted to look back at the others.

“Uhm, I don’t think Nagisa should see this…”

“Why?”

I leaned into Kokichi’s ear and whispered to him.

“Dead body.”

He bobbed his head to show his agreement, Nagisa looking back and forth at us, confused. He held an arm infront of Nagisa, restricting him from going further, as I entered the building.

||POV CHANGE||

NAGISA POV

I watched as Dad entered the house, a bit worried. Why couldn’t I go in there? I decided to ask Kokichi.

“Why can’t I go in? What’s even in there?”

“Something you don’t want to see.”

I gave him a look of uncertainty, waiting for Dad to come back. I was a little worried, so I decided to start a conversation.

“I think you like Dad, am I right?”

“He seems pretty nice, probably would be a good friend.”

“No, you like Dad in that way. Not friendship, love.”

His eyes widened as he blushed furiously.

“W-Why would you t-think that, N-Nagisa?”

“So, you do like him.”

“N-No! I don’t!”

I rolled my eyes a little. It was so obvious. The whole time Kokichi and I were waiting for Dad, he was talking about him. Literally the whole time. I remember our conversation, word for word.

||Flashback||

“Alright! Time to go everyone!”

Kokichi opened the doors, the young children flooding out of the kindergarten. He sighed as he looked around after all the young kids were safely returned to their parents.

“Nagisa, where’s Shuichi?”

“He told me he was investigating today, apparently it was really serious!”

“Right…”

Kokichi sat on one of the chairs, relaxing his legs and leaning against the table. I did the same, and looked at him.

“Y’know, Shuichi is kinda hot.”

“Wha-“

“His hair is pretty, don’t you think?”

All I could do is agree. Kokichi peered down at his watch. 2:10. He sighed.

“I’m just going to text him-“

“Don’t.”

“Why not?”

“He never answers when he’s at work…”

Kokichi fiddled the phone in his hands, clearly annoyed. Probably wanted to see Shuichi. Who knows?

“I know someone who does answer their phone though.”

He peered at me and handed me his phone. I cheerfully took it and tried to memorize their number. Typing it in, I quickly added the number to Kokichi’s contacts and texted the person. I had seen their number when Shuichi and Kokichi exchanged phone numbers.

‘Hello, do you know Shuichi Saihara by any chance? If so, do you know where he is?’

‘Yes, Shuichi is my work partner at the detective agency. We are currently investigating together. Who is this?’

‘This is Nagisa, his adoptive son. I’m texting him on my kindergarten teacher’s phone. I just wanted to tell him that kindergarten ended 12 minutes ago.’

‘Thank you Nagisa. I will have Shuichi know. He sure is forgetful.’

‘Thank you! Can I please know your name?’

‘Kyoko. Kyoko Kirigiri.’

‘Wait, how do you know my number?’

‘I memorized it when I saw Shuichi and my teacher exchange numbers. Sorry if that’s creepy or anything…’

‘It’s fine. I have to go now. Goodbye Nagisa!’

‘Bye!’

I turned off the phone, the glowing screen fading into pitch black darkness. I peered at Kokichi, telling him that Shuichi should be here soon.

||Present Time||

We were still waiting for Shuichi when I spotted Kyoko and himself exit the huge building. Kyoko stared at me, grinning slightly.

“Are you Nagisa?”

I nodded as she walked up to me, ruffling my hair playfully, then glaring at Shuichi. I could see him gulp and look away.

“And you are…?”

“I’m Kokichi, Nagisa’s teacher.”

“Nice to meet you.”

They shook hands, smiling at each other joyfully.

||POV CHANGE||

KIRIGIRI POV

I’m a little disappointed in Shuichi if I’m being honest.

Leaving your kid who’s in kindergarten with his teacher?

I mean, me and Shuichi have known each other since we were kids and happened to get into the same agency. I know Shuichi. He is forgetful, but not this forgetful. I mentally facepalmed at his previous actions and shook hands with Kokichi.

Nagisa and Kokichi look like they have a close relationship.

I disconnected our hands, watching as Kokichi signalled for Shuichi to enter the car. The two closed the doors behind them, waiting for Nagisa to say goodbye. The younglings hand reached for the door handle, struggling to open the car door. I went to assist him, just to realise it was locked. Shuichi and Kokichi strained to unlock the doors from the inside.

How did this even happen-

“D-Dad!”

Nagisa panicked as he saw the two people he seemed to be the closest to stuck inside the black and white car. I sighed as I saw the trapped kindergarten teacher flirt with the parent. Shuichi literally looked like his parents were a combination of a tomato and strawberry. I watched them as they continued to flirt together. I mentally facepalmed and refocused on the incident infront of me.

I saw Nagisa’s confused face as he walked up to peer through the window, prying into their business. I gently tapped the window, catching their attention.

“Are you two lovebirds done?”

I yelled from the other side of the window. They both were facing me, furiously blushing. In full honesty, they look like they dyed their faces bright pink.

“I’m going to break the window- “

“NAGISA DON’T- “

Too late. Nagisa had grabbed a rock off the ground and pounded it against the window.

“Really- “

“Sorry I was panicking…”

“It’s fine…”

“I guess we’re driving back with a broken window.”

“I guess they call you a detective for a reason!”

Kokichi laughed at his own joke as Shuichi giggled as well. It was so obvious they liked each other, they were so blind and dense. I could tell they liked each other, yet they were uncertain the other loved them back. I sighed and grabbed my purple helmet, putting the blue one Shuichi used in my sleek black bag.

“I’ll be going now.”

I waved goodbye as I hopped onto the motorbike, smiling as my purple streaks of hair flowed relaxingly behind me as I sped down the road. Out of the corner of my eyes. I could see the Kokichi pull Shuichi into a quick kiss through the car’s windscreen, Nagisa just staring in horror. Poor innocent thing.

-BONUS SCENE-

||TIME SKIP||

||W.O.H SLEEPOVER PLANNING||

||3RD PERSON||

“Hey Nagisa…Hey Jataro…I was thinking, I really want to get away from my parents…Do you know anything I could do?”

Kotoko raised a finger to her chin, in deep thought, looking a little depressed. Jataro looked sad as well.

“I just want to get away from everyone…”

Nagisa peered down, sad from seeing his friends loose hope. Monaca wheeled herself over to join our conversation.

“I just want someone to notice me…”

Masaru sat on the ground soon after, despairful.

“I just want to have a peaceful household…”

Nagisa peered down at the ground, wanting to encourage his friends to be joyful. Sure, he had trauma as well, but there is still happiness. He just began to spit out words of reassurance to his small group of friends.

“Jataro, why would you want to disappear from everyone? We are all here. We want you to be here. What’s that point in leaving everyone if everyone needs you here?”

He peered up at Nagisa, who was staring at him, the boy’s wise words causing a smile to form on his face.

“Monaca, we are your friends We notice you. Stop acting like nobody does, because if you haven’t already guessed, you are our friend. We notice you. Why would I be talking to you if I didn’t know you were here?”

She smiled at the blue haired boy, watching as some of the other kindergarten teachers came over. Komaru, Toko and Nagito stood there, watching their students, along with Kokichi who the whole time had secretly been there, unnoticed.

“Masaru! Kotoko! I think I have a solution to your problems!”

Nagisa shouted as the teachers watched, inspired by the boy’s acts of hope. Nagito especially. Toko had to slap a hand over his mouth so they wouldn’t interrupt the kids. Nagisa thought of the time where he was talking to Kirigiri while saying his goodbyes. She had told him these exact words.

“Shuichi has been so happy since he adopted you, y’know. I’ve been thinking about what my future would be like if I had a child. Say, did you know any that need a better home? I do want more than one though…”

“There is a solution I might have, but I need to check. Also, my Dad agreed on the idea to have a sleepover!”

“Sounds great!”

Everyone cheered in unison as they started planning what they would do, also deciding what snacks to bring. Monaca was spinning in her wheelchair in excitement, Masaru pushing her around in circles while Jataro inspired them to continue. Kotoko and Nagisa were drawing each other with crayons, Kokichi sitting on the other side of the table, spreading conversations.

Soon enough, it was time to go home. They all wished each other goodbye, as Kokichi drove Nagisa back to their house. They parked in the driveway, to see Shuichi waiting for them on their front porch.

“Good afternoon you two! How was your day?”

Kokichi ruffled Nagisa’s hair as he explained his day to Shuichi, also asking if he could tell Kirigiri about what I had found out.

“Ah- Sorry, Kyoko wants to see me. I will tell her the news as well Nagisa.”

“Bye!”

The small boy and Kokichi cheered and waved in unison, watching as Shuichi peered back at them, about to leave.

“Bye! I love both of you. And this time, I mean it.”

#Saiouma #Oumasai #g a y #detective more like defective #h i #danganronpa v3 #ultra despair girls #danganronpa #omg thats so gay wth

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bup1957 · 2 years

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@tcthinecwnself said: “i told you to be quiet.” (Jigen 😏)

nsfw prompts that don’t sound like a bad porno

To Jigen’s credit, it was important that they keep quiet. The coat closet only dampened the sound of their voice by so much; while there were to be no new arrivals and the gala was still a ways off from being over, the last thing they needed was to attract the attention of the waitstaff. A man and his mistress fumbling about was something to scoff at and forget, but a senator-hopeful and his bodyguard...

It was a concern far, far away from Kent’s center of mind, however. With Jigen palming him slow but firm through his slacks, kissing so lovingly down the pale flesh of his neck, it was hard to think about anything else. The event they were attending was important... Or so he thought. Not important enough to stop the two of them from breaking off, one by one, from the crowd of well-to-dos and brownnosers in favor of their solitude. Kent couldn’t remember what the occasion that had called for the gala was. Kent could barely remember his own name at this point.

There was just one thing that was important now: he belonged to Jigen and Jigen could do what he willed with him. And as of now he was to lose himself to his ministrations, betwixt the mink and sable, and ponder only him.

“I-I know,” Kent mewled. “I’m t-tryi-- Oh, God...”

A deep sigh of relief vacated his lungs as Jigen finally pulled his dick free from the tightening silk of his pants. His hips rocked forward as calloused hands worked him over appreciatively. Jigen touched him like he loved him-- like always, of course, but tonight it felt as if he were admiring an objet d’art brought out only on special occasions. Kent’s breath wavered as he suppressed another noise. Both hands smoothed up and down the shaft as Jigen murmured his appreciation. “Look at how big you are...”

The pad of one of Jigen’s thumbs circled the swelling head and every swipe made Kent whine. His face warmed up hot, flush spreading down to his exposed freckled chest, as he felt himself get wet the longer Jigen played with him. Over and over he traced circles into the sensitive tip, and more and more Kent felt himself light up with some softer, delightful shade of embarrassment as Jigen attentively watched him spill over onto his hand.

Kent beat a balled fist beat against the closet wall and Jigen stopped all at once. Kent’s lips parted and he whined again. The gunman clicked his tongue.

“Am I gonna have to repeat myself?” Kent shook his head fervently and Jigen smiled. “Here, this’ll help.” He raised his pre-slicked thumb to Kent’s lips, at which Kent stared blithely. Jigen rolled his eyes. “Come on, like you don’t suck your own in your sleep. I’ve seen you do it.”

Kent cast his gaze aside for a moment. It’s not like he’s lying... His big blue eyes fixed back on Jigen smiling up at him. After another second of hesitation, Kent parted his lips and delicately wrapped them around the digit.

Immediately Jigen pressed down against his tongue and the taste of himself made Kent’s mind fog over. But when his lover’s touch resumed and wrenched a low and guttural noise out of him, it was at last muted by more than the coats that shrouded them. Kent shut his eyes against wave after wave of pleasure that crashed into him.

Vaguely he registered Jigen’s rumbling voice, like the purr of a motorcycle, against his chest. “There’s a good boy...” A desperate sob wracked Kent’s frame as he felt lips just graze his right nipple. The hand working his cock was still so gentle, so impartial. Kent was to just be on display for Jigen to admire, to be fawned over, to be toyed with. His chest heaved and Jigen drew back with a devilish smile. “Gonna have to teach you how to be patient, too.”

Kent supposed he would, too. They had time enough for it.

#mature /#[drabble]#[meme response]#tcthinecwnself #tcthinecwnself | jigen #[r: molotov cocktail]#[au: senator]#[immediately had this come front and center so here it is]

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lxndonorris · 3 years

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welcome home - Miguel Oliveira

Y/N x Miguel Oliveira

Theme: Fluff, Touching (not too explicit)

Miguel picks you up when you return home for the weekend x

word count: 830+

Studying in another city can be very tough for a relationship, especially when it’s a newly developed one. However, when you entered the train to start a new chapter in your life, you and Miguel promised each other to make this long-distance relationship work. You haven’t seen each other in 3 months now, but you’re able to spend the weekend with him. You’re currently sitting on the train, just arriving at the central station, telling him you’re finally back home. You were texting for the whole train ride, talking about what you want to do to make the most out of your short visit to his apartment.

Miguel told you that he is expecting you at the main parking lot right in front of the main entrance when you’re just leaving the platform, walking straight towards the huge doors. The closer you get, the more nervous but excited you get about finally seeing him again. Luckily, you just carry a light backpack, since most of your stuff is either stored in your room or in his apartment. Walking through the door, you immediately spot Miguel standing right next to his motorcycle, wearing a white shirt, dark jeans, leather boots, and a black, slim-fitting biker jacket. with two helmets hanging from the handlebar.

With one last look at his phone, he raises his head and your eyes meet, both of you start to smile brightly. You walk towards him, but the excitement gets to you and you skip the last steps, jumping right into his arms. Miguel catches you easily, and you spin around, once then twice, the two of you giggling wildly. “I’m so happy.” You say softly, your arms wrapped around his neck and your legs around his waist. He steadies himself, his hands lovingly running along your back. “Welcome home.” He says and buries his face into your shoulder, the smooth sound of his voice and the faint smell of his cologne tingling in your nose send shivers down your spine.

Giggling, you cling on to him until he carefully puts you down, his hands still firmly at your waist, his thumbs sliding inside your shirt. “You look so good,” Miguel growls deeply, his eyes wandering all over your body. He licks his lips quickly when your gaze meets his once more. “You’re one to talk.” You smirk, running your hand along his arms, his shoulders to his chest, feeling his muscle tense underneath the fabric of his clothes. He leans into you, kissing you passionately, his tongue exploring every corner of your mouth, leaving his sweet taste everywhere. Embracing his lips on yours, you steady yourself against his chest, feeling every deep breath he takes. “I missed you so much.” He says as you slowly separate from him, your hands now running along his waistline until they meet again behind his back.

“I missed you too.” You whisper quietly and hug him tightly. Miguel places a kiss on your forehead and strokes your back gently, his hand running along your spine, through your hair to your neck, which he fondles lovingly. Then, you notice his good-looking bike and take a step closer towards it. “I missed her as well.” You smirk, carefully feeling the cold metal with your fingertips, tracing its outlines down to the leather seat. Miguel gets behind you, one of his hands around your waist as he leans in once more, whispering into your ear. “She missed you too.” Again, the sound of his voice and his warm breath on your skin giving you goosebumps.

Leaning against his chest, you want to get on to the bike, but he stops you by holding you close to him. “Wait, I’ve got something for you,” Miguel growls once again, searching for something inside his pocket. Curiously, you watch him struggling to get a little black box out of his jacket, with him groaning quietly underneath his breath. Then, he gets it out, fondles the box in his hands before handing it to you. “A little gift.” Smiling shyly, you take it and look at him, blushing slightly. “Miguel, what’s this?” You say weakly, open the box, and see a little picture of you inside his arms, with a rosegold frame around it, both of your names imprinted at either side.

Gasping, you caress it lovingly, remembering that this is the first picture you took when you got together months ago after leaving the movie theater. “Aw, it looks so good.” You say breathlessly, watching Miguel blushing even harder. “I wanted to give you something to look at when we’re apart.” He says, his voice breaking slightly and the tip of his hands stored in his jeans. “This is the best gift ever.” You say comfortingly, place a hand at his jawline and lean in for another soft and loving kiss. “I’m glad you like it.” He says, his whole body relaxing slowly. You hug him again before you head home, spending the rest of the day together.

#miguel oliveira #Miguel Oliveira fanfic #Miguel Oliveira fanfiction #Miguel Oliveira imagine #Miguel Oliveira blurb #miguel oliveira fluff #Miguel Oliveira one shot #My writing: Miguel Oliveira

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neo-culture-mafia · 4 years

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그림자

last chapter

"'sup bitches." Hyuck called, walking in the front door with groceries in hand.

"Duckie, I have told you 9 separate times to not greet like that." I spun around in the swivel chair, "it's rude." I reasoned and he took his sunglasses off his face, holding them in the same hand as his motorcycle keys. "Whoops?...I guess." He chuckled, strutting over to where I sat at the living room desk.

I turned back around to look at the paperwork spanning across the wood surface. "What's this, sunflower?" He asked grabbing the first paper he could grab. He flicked his brown curls from his vision to have a good look at what was taking place in black ink.

"Money flipping?" He asked me, with a cocked eyebrow and an unamused look. "Yep. Just for a little while," I winked and snatched the paper back. I sighed, setting it back down on the desk, "just until we have enough for an apartment in the city."

He groaned and walked down the hall to the kitchen. "We have everything we need here." He called as I knew he was emptying the contents of the grocery bags into the respectful places they belonged.

I leaned my arm on the desk, laying my head in my hand and staring at the Polaroids above the desk. Some were of us: me, Mark and Hyuck, and some of the rest of the boys...now just a distant memory is what they felt like.

483 days...483 days since we last saw each other. On that damn night. That dreadful night that me and Mark were turned away and shunned like we were dogs.

Then we traveled back to Seoul to find Duckie. After he was missing for 3 weeks, I ran into him by chance in an alley. We actually had gotten in a first fight till his hood fell back and I was met with the melanin enriched skin that made my eyes weep.

I told him to leave, go back, that he was welcomed there. But, he didn't want to leave me or Mark. We lived in the shit shack eating nothing but crackers and water for a couple months, sometimes we opted for sleep as our daily meal.

Until Mark came home with money. He had gotten that damn tunnel door open by the grace of a higher-being: filled with cash to the brim.

Us 3 bought a 2 bedroom farm house in the somewhat country where we were best friends with our retired neighbors; their thoughts and whispers of us being in a 3-way relationship being the talk of the small farming town. We didn't care. We knew what we were doing here and what we needed to do in the future.

"Oh honey. I'm home." Donghyuck called through the house and a door opened to a wet Mark who was towel drying his hair in nothing but sweatpants. "Did you get me the stuff?" He asked all serious, and I looked down the dim hallway to see Mark's blonde hair being tossled by his towel.

Hyuck gave him a flat face, a hand on his hip and another holding him up on the counter. "Yes, Mark. I got you your 'stuff'." He rolled his eyes, going away and returning with a big ass watermelon.

"Yesss," Mark took it and automatically held it to his ear, knocking on it like it was a heavy wood door. "you picked a good one." Mark looked lovingly at the fruit in his arms as if it was a child.

I laughed as I looked at my wacky friend. "Why can't you be obsessed with something usual. Like beer, or poker."

The curly headed boy asked as he walked back down the hall towards me. Taking his thick jacket off and throwing it over the arm of the couch; sitting down he unlaced and unzipped his boots, throwing them by the door.

You watched the conversation play out like a terrible teen-sitcom. "Cause I'd rather die by watermelon overdose than alcohol intoxication-" Mark was cut off as he walked slowly to the front room where Hyuck and I sat. "Yeah yeah yeah. Too many big words for this early in the morning." Hyuck put his arm over his eyes and laid back.

Mark looked at me and we both looked at the clock. "Sweetie, its 3 in the afternoon." I giggled and he whined. "It's so early." He said and stood up.

"I'm getting changed and I'm gonna chill." He said looking at Mark who still clutched his watermelon to his bare chest, damp towel thrown over his shoulder.

"And?" Mark asked. "Why do I care?" He asked and the younger boy just shrugged. "Also...your night for dinner." Mark reminded him and Hyuck whined louder, running down the hall and smacking into our bedroom door.

"Donghyuck!" I jumped up, wanting to check if he was okay. He just kept on whining as he opened our door and went in, closing it.

You could still hear his shrieks as he was probably running around getting changed into comfier clothes.

"Then there were two." Mark sighed as he set his watermelon on the kitchen window, and plopping onto the long couch on the opposite side of the living room.

"I need to redo your hair soon." I said getting up and laying on the ground next to his couch. "I might let it grow up to a ponytail." I sat up quickly. "Uh. No you're not." My voice was harsh and he laughed.

"Girl you need to chill. I was joking." He chuckled, stretching and yawning.

Something that Jaemin used to say to me atleast once an hour. My smile faltered and I became more solemn.

"Do you miss them?" I asked and he just stared at me for a moment. "Who?" Was all he said and I knew that he knew exactly who he was talking about but it still hurt a little bit.

"Your boys." I said and a faint smile was broadcasted over his facial features as he stared into what seemed like distant space but was really just the dark TV.

"Of course." He exasperated and he looked back at my face who was just searching for reassurance that this path was the right one to take.

"But I am so thankful for the two of you, right here, right now." He smiled and my heart was put at ease.

"Alright I'm back. I sensed you guys missed me so I returned. Just for you guys!" Hyuck said as he sat down next to me and leaned back on his arms for support. "Oh yeah. 'Cause we were literally dying without your presence." I said sarcastically and he shrugged.

"Exactly. That's what I just said." He said as serious as possible and me and Mark laughed. "Oh you think you're so funny." Donghyuck said picking me up and pulling me on his lap, his hands reaching for my sides and tickling.

My shrieks and laughs radiated through the house as Mark watched on in admiration. He felt blessed that he made it this far. He also never failed to tell us atleast once a week. We were all each other's life and support systems.

Once hyuck stopped his evil act, I just laid there across his lap trying to resteady my breath.

"What's for dinner?" I looked up at him and he shrugged. "I haven't really looked to be completely honest." He said yawning.

"Well let's go see and then we can make it, eat, clean, and then chill for a while." I said getting up and putting my hand out for him to take.

He groaned but obliged at my request.

He was in some shorts and a basic hoodie. The scarring on his legs reminding us all of a dark period. A painful time that sometimes still follows us.

I have a scar on my back from that night. I don't remember anything of the tunnels but the burning pain in my calves, wanting to stop sprinting through the dark and lonely concrete jungle.

Him and I stood infront of the cupboards in silence.

I suddenly felt so tired and out of it. Like a heavy weight was on my chest and it wouldn't budge.

"Oooo. Spaghetti." He said stretching and reaching the noodles and sauce on the top shelf. I shrugged as he looked at me for my reaction to his suggestion.

"You okay?" He asked and I could only shrug and try to give a convincing smile.

"Yeah. Just thinking about stuff." I shrugged once more and he understood.

"Can you help me with dinner?" He asked and of course I agreed, wanting to get my mind off the looming darkness in the corners of the house.

"Alright. We need 2 pots and then you can figure out some sides we can have with it." He said and I was already grabbing the 2 pots.

I set them on the stove top and he began doing his own thing. I rummaged through the cabinets and fridge before feasting my eyes on what seemed like the perfect pairing.

"Salad?"

~~~~~~~~~

Trying to sleep that night was rough. It was just tough and not even the usual cuddly nature of the sleeping Hyuck next to me could lull me into dream land.

The dark feeling still followed me through dinner and to bed.

I tried staring at the wall but even then the small cracks started freaking me out. I turned towards Hyuck who's curly dark hair framed his face perfectly.

Don't get us wrong. We're not a thing. We're just close. Once we found each other again he has stuck to my side in hopes of fulfilling what he thought he didn't in the first place- protection.

I don't mind. We've always been close and now we've just gotten closer. Was sharing a bedroom in our plans?...no...but we didn't want to put up with Mark and his farting so he was blessed with having his own room.

We're just making do with what we have.

My finger lightly traced shapes on his arm tattoos, trying to pass time and get myself to sleep.

I groaned and his eyes opened. "What's wrong?" He asked looking at the alarm clock on the bedside table.

3:29 AM

He turned back to make sure I was okay. He sat up on his arm and just looked at me for a moment. "Are you hurt?" Was all he asked and I shook my head no. I wouldn't know how to explain the hurt I was feeling anyway.

"I just need water." I said getting up and crawling to the end of the bed. "Be back in 5 minutes please." He said grabbing his phone. I mumbled my recognition and opened our door.

I strided down the hall and grabbed a water bottle. I walked into the hall where the corridor meets living room. Hyuck's phone lit one end of the hall in our bedroom while the other was illuminated by the moon light.

1 sip.

I breathed and looked out the front window at the old couples house across from ours.

2 sips.

I can hear my heart beat as I try to drown it out with gulps of water.

3 sips.

I have a sudden urge to sprint up and down our street to try and rid the shakiness of my body.

4 sips.

I'm not even cold but my anxiety makes my bones sound like wooden spoons and my body go cold with shivers.

And that's when I see it.

The shadow.

It moved on the front porch.

"I'm going crazy." I spoke in a monotone.

"What?" I heard Hyuck call out, now sitting up in the bed.

The shadow came closer to the door, an arm raised, as if it was going to bash in the glass.

"That's not real." I said louder, my water bottle now dropped from my cold hand.

I heard a thud and a swear along with an opening door.

"Mark. Up, now." And a pair of feet come closer down the dark hallway.

The shadow just seemed frozen now as Hyuck stood right by me.

"What is that?" He muttered and Mark now was coming closer, trying to see tiredly through his glasses.

The arm went back and forth a couple of times. "Hyuck go get your gun." Mark said lowly but I wanted to fight this thing head on.

I walked straight to the door before any of their hands could grab me. I threw the door open as my heart felt like it was going to beat right out of my chest.

I was met with bleached blonde hair, a blood splattered face, a cold stare, and a muscly build that held ink and a face of an old someone I used to know.

"Jeno?" I choked out, wanting to vomit as my body went numb from shock. This wasn't real. I was dreaming. This wasn't happening.

I held my hands out towards his face, moving ever so slowly until his own hands held my own.

The boys behind me became silent as I knew one of them held a gun, still on edge for this too good to be true situation.

I threw myself at him and just held onto his muscular frame. His arms held me tight in a grip that I used to miss.

The metallic smell on him made my nose scrunch up in disgust but I was just too wrapped into the moment to care.

My body was yanked back forcefully and I was thrown back into the living room at the feet of a shell shocked Mark who could nothing but stare forward.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I thought Donghyuck was losing it as he cocked his gun and held it at the face of his once brother.

"Duckie what are you doing?" I asked getting up and grabbing at his arm.

Jeno just did nothing but stare down the metal barrel in front of his face, his hands being raised next to his head.

"I did a sweep of the surrounding place and it's sketc-" another body came walking up our porch.

The tall boy still seemed lanky but had glasses this time. His hair was now a lighter brown and it seemed like he had grown another 4 inches in the span of a year.

"Jisung?" I muttered and he was still met another gun barrel.

This time from Mark who had shoved me back again.

"Please don't shoot." Jisung pleaded, scared setting into his features.

"We need help. Please." Jisung begged but Jeno still held his stare with Hyuck.

"Everyone is gone." Jisung pleaded.

"Please." He whispered, his eyes were threatening to spill.

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sugarbeandude · 3 years

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Dear Santa... er, sugarbeandudes, I've been a good Kiki and I'd like to request either headcanons about how it would go, or a ficlet, about Bandit proposing marriage to Jäger, or about Ash & Mira's first Christmas together, whichever idea you like better!

Okay okay! you’re not on the naughty list! so here’s your gift!

Make a wish

Bandit/Jäger Rated T

2k + words :) enjoy!

okay so i also cryied w this :’)

Bandit was seating over his beautiful Harley motorcycle, scrolling endlessly through his phone as he waited for Jäger to join him. “Mari I’m leaving without you!” Bandit chanted without taking his look off the screen of his phone.

“I’m almost done!” Jäger screamed as he walked outside their home as he pushed down on himself one of Bandit’s various hoodies and closed the door with his foot.

“What took you so long Katze?” Bandit asked putting his phone away in the pocket of his jacket, passed a helmet over to his lover who just sat behind him, and turned on the motorcycle.

“All my hoodies were dirty, so I borrowed one from your drawer, you don’t mind Ja?” Jäger encircled Bandit’s waist as he always did, curling up towards his back seeking a little warmth, the night was indeed chilly. “So where are we going anyway?”

“Oh, that’s secret, Mari.’’ Bandit pulled away the steel leg that kept the bike still and started moving away from their home. “I’d suggest you get comfy because it might take a while.”

And so Jäger did, he accommodated his arms in a way it would not squeeze out Bandit and would also not tire him out. He wondered where Bandit would take him to this time. The last time his lover took him in a midnight ride they ended up at the beach, fucking in the middle of nowhere, that was a great adventure, so Jäger imagined that will likely happen again tonight, not that he was complaining, though, he loved when he ran away with Bandit.

“Are you cold, Katze?” Marius shook his head. Bandit had finally stopped on the side of the road. “We’re here, you can let go.” Bandit announced and Jäger did, not before squeezing Bandit’s torso lovingly.

“So, where are we exactly?” Jäger asked as he took off and left his helmet on one of the sides of the handle of the bike.

“In the middle of nowhere, as you like to say.” Bandit grabbed Jäger’s hand and led him.

“Oh, this will surely be fun, you brought lube, right?” Jäger joked, trying to guess Bandit’s intentions for the night.

“Maybe so.” Bandit answered, not giving any clues. Bandit swiped off a branch that was blocking his way and let Jäger pass first, revealing a beautiful cliff that ended up in the ocean.

“Mein Gott…” Jäger stood still, appreciating the beautiful landscape in front of him. “This is such a nice place to get fucked in.”

“Damn Mari, do you want me to fuck you that much?” Bandit said as he joined Jäger, also appreciating the view.

“Ha, how did you even find this place?” Jäger asked as he sat down near the end of the cliff but not near enough to actually have a chance to fall.

“Had to take a piss, so I pissed nearby, then I heard the waves, and then I found this place, and thought you like to see the stars here.” Bandit spoke as he sat beside his partner, pulling him closer with an arm.

“Are you saying that last part with a double meaning, Dom?” Yeah, Jäger believes Bandit only thinks about sex.

“Oh my god, Marius, you’re pretty horny today, aren’t you?’’

“What? no… I’m just trying to guess what are your intentions…” Jäger pressed his body towards Bandit, seeking affection.

“ Can’t I have a lovely night out with my Jagerchen?”

“Well, it’s indeed lovely.” Bandit took off his jacket and placed it behind both to lean over it without getting bothered by the grass. He grabbed his phone and reproduced his “romantic” playlist.

“Can you explain to me for the hundredth time which constellation is which?” Bandit stared at the lights that were perched in the sky. He wondered, how can people assimilate objects from simple dots in the sky? they must’ve been high, Bandit thought.

“Haha, Why? I’ve told you a thousand times already and you can’t even memorize a single one of them.” Bandit hid his fingers between the jungle Jäger’s hair was, causing Jäger to unconsciously snuggle against his hand, seeking that soothing feeling.

“I don’t know, do you have something better to talk about?”

“Not really…” Jäger hummed as he spotted every constellation in the sky, jumping his look from one to another. “Actually, I have something I would like to discuss, Dominic.” Jäger made an effort to make himself sound serious, but he just sounded squeaky as always.

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, you know, I’m going to copy Chandar’s measures for you in the workshop…”

“What? what do you mean? what does that weird brit have to do?” Rules?

“Well, he banned James from the workshop to work efficiently…” Jäger started.

“And? Wait… are you saying you’re banning me too? Why? I don’t even cause trouble like that idiot!” Bandit raised his tone of voice, gaining Jäger’s blissful giggles.

“Isn’t it obvious Dom?! You’re always distracting me! I can’t… you don’t let me work properly!” Jäger exclaimed, extending his arms into the sky.

“I can’t help being hot Marius! Maybe you should work on controlling your eyes!” Bandit chuckled with him, Jäger’s complaints were true after all, he would come around the workshop now and then to bother or provoke his lover.

“No! I have decided, from now on, you’re banned from the workshop, I’ll let everybody that goes in to not let you in! Oh, Monika is going to love the news, you know right, Domi? She’s always a little mad I let you in the workshop…” The engineer declared as he rested his head on his boyfriend’s chest gazing his look over the horizon.

“You can’t do this to me, Mari, you’ll give in eventually, I know you well.” Bandit rested his hand over his beloved head, he felt so at peace.

“Let’s bet.” Jäger proposed, gripping a hand on Bandit’s side.

“Oh count me in for sure. I know you won’t resist letting in my handsome ass.” Bandit just knew the man too damn well, unlike Mute, Jäger could be easily lured and bent by Bandit it would just be a matter of time until Jäger would let him in the workshop again. “What’s in the bet anyway?”

“Well, if I lose and let you in before the end of the year I’ll, I’ll um…”

“You’ll teach me how to fly.”

“What? No way Dominic! I can’t trust you’re not going to do something stupid!” Jäger remembered last Christmas, he had taken Bandit for a quick flight on his personal plane, the fucker covered his eyes for a second mid-flight, nothing happened really, but that was enough to make Jäger snap furious, making him stop the ride right away and sworn he will never take Bandit to another flight ever in his life.

“Aw, come on, well, take me in another ride, I’ll wear handcuffs, I swear.”

“I’ll think about it, what you did last time wasn’t funny at all Dominic, but that doesn’t mean a yes. But, if I win, you’ll… hmmm what could be good…” Jäger hummed, gazing his look over his lover’s face, who was looking at the sky.

“I don’t know, you’ll do the dishes for the next year? I don’t know Dom, what can you offer me?”

“Hmm how about, I let you ride my bike, or well, I’ll teach you.” Bandit never lets anyone unless it’s Jäge or his twin brother Cedric to touch his bike, he is the only one ho rides the bike, yeah, he’s a little possessive about his beautiful Harley.

“What? are you sure Domi? you make a big deal if someone that’s not me gets close to it.’’

“Well, that’s why I shall let you my bike, now that I think of, that rule is a little stupid, since you care better about stuff than me.” Another song .

“You’re right, well, prepare yourself to teach me because I won’t be losing this bet.”

“Mari I still don’t get how in the hell do you not know how to ride a bike! You know how to fix them, but you don’t know how to ride them?” Bandit questioned the man resting over his chest.

“I told you, my younger self was scared of them, I always thought I would crash and die horribly.

“Oh, but you didn’t think that about planes?”

“Planes are totally different Dom! don’t compare, there are no other planes in the sky to crash into so no, I’m not afraid at all.”

“You were not afraid like, to run out of gas or, the engine to stop working?” Bandit insisted.

“At first, but that’s why there’s a protocol to check on planes before taking off.”

Both kept quiet, gazing at the stars, Jäger would point out occasionally which part is which from the milky way, and Bandit would just hum and nod, passing the information in and out from his ears. Both held themself tightly to not let the cold in their bodies. Marius felt a box poking his side, it was inside Bandit’s pocket, he supposed it was a pack of cigarettes, he thought Bandit had quit smoking six months ago, well maybe not.

“Are you hungry Dom?”

“Are you?”

“No, I’m asking because I feel like cooking something, would you like me to cook you something tonight?”

“Hmm, nah, how about we go to that burger place you like a lot?”

“That sounds splendid, I would love to, but I’m not hungry yet.”

“Me neither, maybe later.” Oh, Bandit’s favorite song , why? because Jäger always appears in his mind whenever he hears it.

Time still passed by, Jäger started to get sleepy eventually, since Bandit is his official body pillow, he would likely turn sleepy if he rests himself over the man. Bandit noticed Jäger’s sleepiness right away and started rubbing his chin against Jäger’s forehead to scratch him with his beard, knowing damn well Jäger hated it.

“Stop it dom, don’t ruin the night.” Jäger begged as he tried to pull away from Bandit, but his grip was tight.

“Look Mari! a shooting star!” Bandit ceased bothering the pilot and pointed at the sky, a big white line painted through the obscure night.

“Wow, that’s pretty big…” Jäger stared at the sky, following with his eyes the line traced in the sky.

“Did you wish for something?” Bandit spoke when the shooting star disappeared from the sky.

“Not really, I have everything I could’ve ever wanted, you.” Bandit couldn’t help but blush, Jäger was too pure for him.

“Well I did wish for something, I-” Bandit let go of the pilot to stand up, then extended both his hands to help Jäger stand up, once he grabbed his hands, he pulled him strongly, making him jump to stand up.

“No! don’t say your wish out loud! otherwise it won’t come true!” Jäger stared into his honey-colored eyes as they held hands under the moonlight.

“But Mari, in order for this wish to come true, I have to say it out.” Bandit grabbed both of Jäger’s hands and kissed them, tingling them with his beard.

“What do you-?” Bandit let go of his hand and pulled the box in his pocket that was previously poking his side as he knelt on the ground.

“Will you marry this idiot?” Bandit looked up, opening the box in half revealing a simple but beautiful ring. Jäger covered his mouth, muffling a gasp, his eyes started watering thoroughly as he energetically nodded up and down.

“Of course! yes! I want to marry you so badly Dominic…” Jäger threw himself over Bandit into a hug, hugging him so tightly Bandit started wheezing. Jäger couldn’t stop crying from happiness, he was just so happy to be together forever with the man he is truly in love with.

“Marius, please, I want to be with you for the rest of my life... '' Bandit also hugged him tightly, he felt his shoulder soaking wet from Jäger’s tears. “ I can’t imagine the rest of my life without you by my side.” That made Jäger cry even more, Bandit isn’t cheesy or cursi, and him expressing his feelings with words is rare, he’d often express himself physically.

“Oh come on…” Jäger separated their bodies to hold Bandit’s jaw with both his hands, observing and scanning every inch of his face, then crashed their lips together lovingly, caressing Bandit’s short hair. “I want the same as you…”

“Lovely…” Bandit whispered, grabbing Jäger’s right hand to slide the gold ring into his ring finger, then proceeded to kiss it. Jäger observed his ring for a couple of seconds before pulling Bandit into another hug. “Kay’ hubby, are you hungry yet?”

Jäger nodded before letting go of his fiancé, he then wiped off the humidity of his eyes. “A burger would be nice.”

“Well, let’s get going, Katze.” Bandit said as he grabbed, dusted off his jacket, and wore it, walking down towards the trees they came from. “Please.” Bandit gestured as he lifted a branch that blocked the way, letting Jäger pass safely.

“Thank you, Dominic, this night was lovely.” Jäger spoke as he sat behind Bandit and wore his helmet.

“You’re lovelier.” Bandit assured, turning on the bike and driving off to that burger stand jäger loved.

I also posted this in AO3! I would really appreciate it if you gave it some love! https://archiveofourown.org/works/28008717

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lilacyennefer · 4 years

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Finally, Beautiful Stranger Chapter 10

A/N: So, I wrote the full chapter today because I really felt like writing for these two. It's not a secret that I adore Will and Isabelle, although idk if I can say something like this as a writer...anyway I love, love, love this chapter and I hope you guys like it too! <3

TW: smut, language

“You know we should start planning the wedding soon.” Will mutters into your hair. It’s sunday morning and you enjoy some time with Will in the bed, your legs and arms are tangled together as you lay your head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat and breathing.

“Yeah.” you mutter, still a bit sleepy and too lazy to talk.

“We should at least choose a date, and a venue, decide on the guests. You know some basics.” You sleepily open your eyes and turn your head to look at Will.

“I start to think that you’re more excited about the wedding than I am.” you joke.

“I just want to call you my wife as soon as possible, is that so bad?” he says in a low voice, the voice that never fails to make you wet.

“No, not at all.” you smile at him sweetly, and lean closer to kiss him. Will groans into your mouth and you can’t help, but smile into the kiss. You trace your hand down on his naked chest, down to his lower stomach and you rest your hand above his shaft, you feel Will shudder a bit and you feel goosebumps covering his skin.

“I can’t wait to call you my husband either.” you smile at him lovingly and you trace your fingers gently over his cock. Will groans lightly, leaning down to kiss you, but you playfully pull away from him to tease him, but your fingers never stop moving around his cock.

“Don’t tease me.” Will groans.

“Hmm, why not? I love to see you squirming under my touch.” you whisper into his mouth.

“You gonna regret it.” Will warns you, and you know he means it. Will is a master at teasing, he can tease you for hours before he gives in and finally fucks you. You always admired his strength to do that, his self control is something what many people would envy, but he’s a soldier after all. You feel yourself getting wetter and wetter by his words and the feeling of his hardening cock in your hand, you bite your bottom lip as you look at him, thinking about your options and the consequences of them. You decide to tease him just a little bit more so you throw the covers off of both of you, revealing your naked bodies to the slightly cold air. Both of you are still naked from your love making last night, none of you really bothered to put any clothes on so you went to sleep naked which came in handy for morning sex. You straddle his lap, his cock is standing proudly against your stomach, his hands immediately reach for your hips. You lean forward to kiss him passionately, your naked chest is pressed against his, your nipples hard against his skin and Will feels this and he groans loudly into your mouth the same time you slip your tongue into his mouth, rolling your tongue over his. You break the kiss and start kissing your way down to his neck, sucking that sensitive spot below his ear what always makes him melt from your touch. His hands never left your body, they’re wandering all over your skin, occasionally he grabs your ass and massages your cheeks. You sit back up to look down at him, Will is panting and he looks at you so passionately and so lovingly, you almost feel your heart burst from the feeling.

“You’re so breathtakingly beautiful, Belle.” Will whispers and you feel yourself blush a little as his eyes skim all over your naked skin.

“So you are my love, so you are.” you reply and Will raises his eyebrows.

“I’m beautiful?” he asks you playfully.

“Yes.” you smile at him “I’ve never seen a man as beautiful as you, Will.” you reply and it’s Will’s turn now to blush. You lean forward and place a soft kiss on his blushed cheek and you pace soft kisses all over his skin as you go lower and lower, moving from his lap to the bed, between his spread legs so you can get access to his throbbing erection. You place soft kisses over his shaft from the base to its leaking tip, you gently lick his head, taking that drop of precum with your tongue, tasting him. Will groans loudly as you roll your tongue over his sensitive head, then sucking it. You take him deeper into your mouth, sucking and licking, until your nose touches the skin on his lower stomach, and his cock is deep down in your throat. Will eventually signals you to stop, he doesn’t want to cum yet, so you sit back on his lap and you take his rock hard cock into your hand, guiding him to your soaking folds as you slowly sink down on him. Both you and Will moan when you took him in, you sit there for a second, allowing yourself to adjust to his size, and when you’re ready you start moving on him slowly, up and down, riding him. Almost all the time it’s Will who’s in control, but you don’t mind, you love when he’s in control, but it’s nice to be on the top sometimes, to see him fall apart under you from the way how you’re riding him. It’s not different now either, his eyes are fully focused on you, watching you move, the way how your tits are bouncing with every move of yours, the way how your head is thrown back in your pleasure, eyes closed tightly and mouth is open as you moan his name over and over again. You look down at Will, and from the way how his jaw is clenched and how hard he grips your hips, you can tell that he’s close so you take your hand and start massage your clit, you hear Will let out a loud curse and when you open your eyes to look at him again, you see his eyes fully fixed on your hand and the way how you’re touching yourself, and you know he has a hell of a view, because he not only can see you touch yourself, but he also see his cock disappear in your warm wetness with your every move. You decide to give him a bit more show and you take your hand away from yourself and push your fingers into your mouth, sucking your wetness off your fingers and moaning in the way what you know it drives him crazy. Will lets out another curse and you smirk at him.

“So sweet.” you moan after you finished sucking your fingers, your words earn another loud curse from Will. “You should taste it too.” you say and you slip your hand back down, collecting more of your wetness, and this time you push your fingers into Will's mouth, he groans loudly when he tastes your wetness on his tongue and he starts sucking your fingers eagerly, sucking every drop off of your fingers.

“Iz, please.” he begs after you took your fingers from his mouth. You know he can’t hold it for long, so you ride him harder and faster than before, your fingers massage your clit faster, and you feel the burning feeling in your lower belly getting more and more intense, Will feels you getting closer as you thob around him, and he slaps your ass cheek, and that was all you needed, you cum hard around him, walls clenching furiously around him, and Will cums hard inside of you. Both of you are panting hard and covered in sweat, you get off of Will and lay down next to him on the bed, trying to catch your breath. Will rolls over and he wraps his arm around you and lays his head on your chest the same way you did with him earlier this morning. You wrap and arm around him and chuckle.

“Shouldn’t I be the one who cuddles you?” you ask with a smile and Will gently shakes his head, his beard is tickling your skin.

“You got enough cuddling this morning, it’s my turn now.” he says with a smirk and you let out a small laugh. You kiss his forehead and hug him closer.

“I love this sound.” Will says referring to your laugh, your fingers trace the skin on his back “And I love how soft your boobs are.” you let out a louder laugh at his statement “I’m not kidding, they’re the best pillows ever.” Will mutters against your skin.

“I’m glad you like them.” you say, still laughing. Will raises his head and puts his chin on your chest so he can look you into your eyes.

“I love them. But I love you more.” he says smiling, you smile back at him and lean down to kiss his nose gently, then his lips.

“I love you too, William.” you whisper against his mouth. You keep cuddling like that for a long time, until both of you got hungry and went down to the kitchen to make some breakfast.

“So” you start as you sit down next to Will on the bed with a notepad in your hand “Wedding planning.” you say. Will looks at you with raised eyebrows and a little smirk, nodding slowly.

“Yes.” Will answers.

“We should decide on the guest first, so we can choose a venue.” you say.

“Well, I don’t have any family member other than Ben, nor many friends actually.” you feel your heart clench at Will’s words, he sees your sadness and she shakes his head “No, don’t do that. It’s fine.”

“Okay.” you whisper and open the notepad and write ‘guest’ on the top of the page. You start writing down Ben’s name and you ask Will who else he wants to invite, he says a few names alongside of the guys he was on a mission a few months ago. You keep writing down your family, and the members of the club.

“I’m warning you, these guys are like wild animals when they’re partying.” you say about the members of your father’s motorcycle club.

“I spent two decades in the army, I think I can handle them.” Will says with a smirk.

“Okay, guests are done.” you say after finishing writing down the names. “We should decide on the date, and some smaller things.” you hear Will sigh and you look at him.

“Already regretting this?” you ask him jokingly. Then it hits you like a truck. Will probably went through these things before with his previous fianceé. You clench your jaw and look down into your lap.

“Did you go through this already?” you ask him sadly. Will takes the notepad away from you and puts it on the table, he cups your chin in his hand signaling you to look at him, but you don’t move. You need a few seconds to collect yourself since your mood went from really amazing to 0 really quickly.

“Isabelle, please look at me.” he says softly and you shake your head, you close your eyes when you feel tears filling them. “Love, please.” Will says again, but you don’t move. He lets your chin go and moves to kneel down in front of you so he can see your face. He takes your hands into his, holding them tightly as he starts speaking again.

“You don’t have to look at me as I say this, but I want to look at you. I know we haven't talked about my ex since a very long time, because why would we talk about her, right? But it’s over, Belle. She doesn’t matter anymore, not since I first laid my eyes on you. She’s the past, and I stopped having feelings for her since a very, very, long time. You’re my future, you’re the only one who matters, the only one who completely has my heart and soul.” you feel tears rolling down on your face from his words and your sadness.

“I know it’s stupid, but I thought we’re going through this for the first time together. I totally forgot about her until this moment. And I know it’s stupid, I just thought this is the first time for both of us.” you cry and Will wipes your tears.

“It’s the first time. The first time I ever loved someone as much as I love you. The first time I can’t wait to call someone my wife, to see you walk down that aisle in a white dress and tell our vows. The first time I’m being happy and experiencing unconditional love from someone who’s not my family by blood. I love you, Isabelle. And this is the first time I’m planning a wedding with someone.” you open your eyes at his last sentence and look at Will confused.

“What?” you ask him confused.

“We never got that far before, we never started planning the wedding.” Will says and you let out a shaky breath.

“Are you saying this to calm me down?”

“No.” Will shakes his head “I mean yes, but I’m not lying. I never lied to you and I’m not gonna start now.” Will says and smiles at you. You wrap your arms around his neck and sink down to his level as you hug him close, Will wrapping his arms around you equally tightly.

“I’m sorry I overreacted.” you mutter against his shoulder.

“You don’t have to apologize for anything, love.” Will tells you as he’s caressing your back. “I love you, my angel. You saved me and I’m forever grateful for you.” you look at Will and cup his face in your hand.

“I love you more than anything, William. You’re my whole world.” you whisper and kiss him lovingly.

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ephemeral-writings · 5 years

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requested by anon; jongdae + 79. “D-did I ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?”

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Time passes by in cups of coffee these days. You count your daily intake of caffeine, your laps every morning, count the motorcycles that passes by as you make your rounds around your neighborhood. You’ve moved on from counting the nights you cry yourself to sleep to counting the hours you sleep instead, so that’s good.

You’re counting the hours left in your shift as you arrive yet again in the lobby after taking care of a snobby woman who had complaints about a speck of stain she found on her towel. Though you wish for nothing but to be in the comfort of your own home, you can’t trust your co-manager to not ring you later when “complications” arises in your absence which only makes your hours more grueling.

The guests are being particularly needy today with what the up and coming holidays bringing stress and all. You had no particular qualms towards festivities, holidays or in general, but in every event you had participated in, it had left you soul-sucked and never the desire to re-do the whole process. The veil of lies and deceit in order to ride the waves of illusory euphoria left your body feeling like an empty husk, a feeling you’d rather avoid at all costs.

Speaking of unwelcomed feelings, the hours you’ve kept count of since three months ago fades and blends into one single name, it’s syllables rolling off the tip of your tongue as you’re faced with the man who you last saw was sleeping in your bed.

He hasn’t noticed you, you don’t think, but he’s bound to because it’s your job to welcome the guests, especially the VIPs and Kim Jongdae, being the heir of Kim’s Medical Institute, Jongdae was a high profile guest.

He turns his head momentarily to flick his fringes from his eyes, and that’s when you meet eyes. Shit, he’s caught you staring, unfortunately, and his expression becomes a weird combination of soft and hard. Yours, however, is wiped clean of any emotion as you make you way over to him with your assistant in tow.

“Welcome back, Mr. Kim,” you greet him, posture in perfect angle with your hands on your stomach as you bowed to the man. It wasn’t his first visit; there had been plenty of times prior which is how you met to begin with. When you straighten your back again, you make sure to look at Jongdae in the eyes as you say, “We’ll have your belongings taken up to your room shortly. Shall there be any issues, we’ll be glad to help you, sir. Yumi.” You called for your assistant, breaking eye contact with Jongdae. Regardless, you feel the heat of his stare on you, unrelenting. “Show Mr. Kim to his room and send some refreshments up as soon as possible.”

You try to ignore the gnawing in your gut as you turn on your heels and walked in the opposite direction. It shouldn’t come as a surprise that one look at his face has brought hurricanes in your stomach. But it’s been a while since you’ve seen him and the fact of the matter...is that you can’t stop seeing him. Not in your dreams when you sleep. Not in your bed when it’s empty. You can’t not imagine him still waking up in your bed, his fingers deep in your hair as he coax you out of slumber. He’s still living in the shadows, alluring and becking you towards him.

Not long after, you’re finally off the clock at seven, heading home to unwind your tense muscles. The knots rolling along your skin is in lieu of imagining lips pressing on them. A good, hot shower is what you need to rid yourself of the same repetitive ghost of his lips. It scalds your skin until they’re pink and blotchy, until you’re satisfied that it burns enough to forget.

Going through your routine feels like white noise, passing with motions that feels too robotic until you’re finally tucked in bed. You sleep for maybe three hours until your work phone blares loudly in your dark room, waking you up. It’s the front desk. What could they possibly need from you at one in the morning? They don’t tell you why, specifically, just that the hotel needs your assistance immediately.

You throw on the first thing you can think of, which is one of your workout leggings and a hoodie. You realize your fuck up after the fact, and curse yourself when you’re plunged into 40 degree weather, in the dead of night. In the middle of autumn. Technically winter.

Was your promotion really worth this nonsense?

You hop in your car and arrive at the hotel in just 10 minutes because there’s no one. In the streets. This late.

“Whatever, it is, Hyunjoong, it better be worth being my coffee runner for the next two weeks,” you gritted through your teeth. It’s clamp down a little to hard, from the cold, you suppose. Hyunjoong, who hasn’t stopped looking at you like you’re a savior sent from heaven, walks with you all the way to the “emergency”.

“What’s wrong with one of the VIP guests?” You voiced when you see what floor he presses, bring you both up to the floor reserved only for important figures.

“He wouldn’t tell me,” Hyunjoong shrugs, pouting. “He just demanded to see Manager Han.”

You’re Manager Han, but not every guest knew your name well enough too request for you like that. As the elevator comes to a stop, the door opening with a ding!, you can help the knots in your stomach from forming. You’re still shivering, slightly, from the cold, but when Hyunjoong knocks on the guest’s door and Jongdae appears a second after, you’re shaking with nerves.

Jongdae leans on the opened doorway, a little too heavily from your observation. And one look into his eyes and you know your assumption is right. He’s drunk, and Lord knows why he’s drunk requesting for you, the manager.

“Mr. Kim,” you greet tersely. “I got it from here, Hyunjoong. You may be excused.” You hate that even now, you’re worried about Jongdae. About how he’ll regret making a fool of himself because of another one of his careless actions.

Jongdae doesn’t say a word, just stand there and blankly stare at you. You manage to work up the nerve to grab onto his arm, gently ushering him back into his suite, safe from the rest of the world. He walks rather well for a tipsy man, only stumbling once when he seemed to have gotten a little excited to see you again. He even mutters your name, sounding all too longing, but you pretend that didn’t happen.

“What is it that you need, Jongdae?” You figured at this point, there really was no point in being formal with a man you’ve been in relations of anything but.

He’s staring at you, not saying a word, and it unnerves you how silent he is. The Jongdae you used to know was loud and boisterous, only ever shutting up when he was working.

“Dae?”

“D-did I ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?” He finally says. His first words to you in three fucking months. He walks closer towards you, until he’s within reach, lifting his hand to cup your hot yet cold cheeks with his right hand. Jongdae traces the curve of your under eyes as he looks and looks into your eyes.

Time works in mysterious ways. It ages us, tires us, even strengthens us. But why is it that after just one look-- one proper look into Jongdae’s eyes-- your time collapses and you’re back in his arms, sleeping in on the weekends and basking in the warmth of his kisses? Oh, right, it’s because you still love him.

“Once or twice, maybe. But I remember saying it more than you,” you quipped. It takes him a moment, but a smile eventually graces his face and he stares all too lovingly at you. You who is still trembling from everything.

Tipsy Jongdae’s notes the clothing you wear, or lack thereof because workout leggings? In 40 degrees? And it’s a capris?

“You’re cold,” he states rather observantly. You have half a mind to blame him for your unfortunate clothing situation, but then he moves to solve that problem for you, taking you into his arms that’s just as, if not more, warm than you remembered.

You allow yourself to settle in there are a while before, “You know I ought to kick you from pulling a move on me while you’re drunk?”

“But I’m not drunk, and I love you,” came his confession.

You won’t lie your heart didn’t stutter, beating its way back to life. “That’s what a drunk person would say.”

“I love you, Y/N.”

“...You’re drunk, Jongdae.”

“If you stay with me for the night, and I wake up still in love with you, then will you believe me?”

“I guess we’ll have to sleep through the night to find out, won’t we?”

#exo #jongdae #exo scenarios #jongdae scenarios #kim jongdae #exo jongdae #i swear i don't even call dae chen anymore LOL #I hope you liked it!!#thank you for requesting and for reading!#^^#i didn't mean to take this long to write #but i finished on jongdae's bday #so i guess it all worked out??!

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The Nights

Pairing: Bucky X Reader AU

Summary: Bucky decides to treat you, his favourite girl, to a night out, despite your mother’s wishes.

Warnings: Fluff, Kissing, Language

Word Count: 3K

A/N: Inspired by Saturday Nights (Khalid) and The Nights (Avicii). I actually love this fic. It’s one of my favourites

~*~

“(Y/n) I hope you’re finishing your homework up there!” You roll your eyes instinctively at your mother’s voice.

“Yeah. I’m done.” Her footsteps thump up the stairs and she pushes into your room, her brows drawn together in a scowl that hasn’t left since you started high school.

“Let me see.” You sigh and show her the papers. After reading them over carefully she nods.

“Good. Now read a book or something until ten. That gives you an entire hour. Then it’s off to bed. I want you getting your eight hours. If you need something else to do ‘till then you could always look into different universities.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose and shake your head. “You know what, mom? I’m actually feeling really sick right now. I think I’m just gonna go to bed now.” She raises her eyebrows, surprised. “Alright. I’ll see you tomorrow evening after work.” You nod and watch her walk out of your room, closing the door behind her.

Huffing out a huge breath of air, you haul yourself up and grab your phone, smiling softly at the text that’s waiting for you.

Bucky💕: Hey Doll. I’ve been thinking about you a bunch lately. Can’t wait to see you again. When’s the dragon lady gonna be gone?

You giggle softly and bite your bottom lip as you type a reply.

You: Dragon lady’s gone tomorrow for work. But it’s a school day so I won’t be home till four and that gives us hardly anytime together. God she’s been driving me crazy lately and I just want out.

Bucky💕: Want me to come break you out? Cause I will. Tell me what’s happening, babydoll.

You: She just won’t let up. I have no breathing room and every other day she’s asking me about my life plans. I feel like I’m trapped and I just want out of this place and this life. I wanna live my life, not the life she wants me to live.

You shake your head at yourself and type up a second message.

You: I sound so ungrateful. I’m sorry.

Bucky💕: No you don’t. Don’t worry about it

You: Thank you. I’m gonna take a shower. Call you in half an hour?

Bucky💕: Of course. I’ll be waiting💕

You smile and set your phone down on your dresser, getting up and grabbing everything you’ll need for a shower.

When you walk back in your room after half an hour of pampering yourself, you almost scream as you see a figure on your bed.

“Bucky! What are you doing here?! How the Hell did you get in? Oh my God, my mom is going to kill both of us! You need to leave!”

He chuckles and stands up when you close the door to your room, walking over to you and wrapping his arms around your towel-covered waist. “Hello to you too,” he murmurs into your hair.

You sigh and hug him back, “hi. I missed you and even though I’m glad to see you, my mom is going to murder us!” He laughs softly and kisses your forehead. “She just took some melatonin. I made sure to watch her.” You crinkle up your nose and look up at your boyfriend.

“You were watching my mom while I was in the shower? Weird. Also, how were you watching her? And how did you get in?!” He kisses your left cheek then your right one. “She didn’t close the kitchen curtains so I saw her take her pills and grab her earplugs. And I climbed through the window.” Your eyes nearly bug out of their sockets as he says that so nonchalantly.

“Bucky my room is on the second floor. You climbed up what to get to my window?” He smiles and kisses your nose.

“I can’t just reveal all my secrets.” You sigh and look up into his warm eyes. “I’m so glad you’re here right now. I just... I needed this. I needed to be with someone who understands.” He nods, kissing your lips lightly.

“I’m taking you out tonight,” he whispers against your lips, grinning as you gasp. “But Bucky, my mom-” He silences you with a kiss, his hands gripping the towel tightly. “She won’t find out. C’mon, live a little. I know you want to.” You look up into his eyes and smile softly.

“Fine.”

He kisses you again then pulls away and lies back down on your bed, watching you with nothing but adoration in his eyes as you drop the towel and start getting dressed.

“What should I wear?” You ask over your shoulder while pulling on a pair of lacy black underwear and a matching bra.

“Well, as much as I like what you’re wearing right now, I think that pretty blue dress with that jacket I got you last Christmas would be more appropriate for what I have planned for tonight.” You nod, rummaging through your closet until you find the dress he’s talking about.

It’s a light blue colour and comes just past your knees, the skirt fluffing outwards. It’s pretty with a vintage feel to it.

You pull it on and slip the leather jacket over top, sliding your feet into a pair of light blue flats as well.

You leave your hair natural and turn around to face your boyfriend. “Okay, skater boy, how are we gonna escape my tower?” He stands up, kisses your cheeks softly, then presses his forehead against yours.

“Well, Princess, I was thinking I could climb dramatically out the window and catch you when you jump, hopefully getting another look at those lacy black panties.” You slap his shoulder playfully and he chuckles. “But in all seriousness, I’ll climb back down, then you’ll jump out and I’ll catch you. I promise.”

Biting your bottom lip nervously you weigh your options. You could either try it and possibly get hurt, or you could stay cooped up all night.

“Alright. Go on, Prince Charming. You’d better not drop my ass.” He salutes you then moves to the window, winking at you before climbing down. You watch him, butterflies filling you as he waves at you from the ground. “C’mon. I’ll catch you. I promise!”

Even if he doesn't, you’re sure you won’t die or anything. It just won’t be fun hitting the ground.

Swallowing your fear, you carefully lift one leg out the window, balancing on the ledge as you bring your other leg out.

“C’mon. I promise I’ll catch you.”

Taking a deep breath, you push yourself off, holding back a scream as you fall through the air, only to land in strong firm arms.

The two of you tumble to the ground laughing as he loses his balance.

“C’mon! Let’s go!” He grabs your hand and pulls you down the street, you giggling the whole time.

“Bucky, where are you taking me?” He grins over his shoulder at you then stops running, motioning in front of him.

You peak over his shoulder and your jaw drops as you see the beast there.

“You finally fixed her!” You exclaim, looking at the beautiful black Harley Davidson.

“Yup. Figured I could take you out for your first ride.” You beam up at him as he places a helmet atop your head.

He puts on his own then climbs onto the motorcycle, waiting for you to get on behind him. You wrap your arms around his waist and press your helmet-covered head against his shoulder.

“Hang on tight!” He calls, starting her up. The bike roars as he starts driving and you squeal excitedly.

He drives down the streets, taking sharp turns every now and then just to feel you cling to him that much tighter.

Eventually, he rumbles to a stop in front of an old looking restaurant.

“C’mon. Let’s go!” He hops off the bike, removes his helmet, then pulls you off of the motorcycle. You take your helmet off and Bucky immediately kisses you, his slightly chapped lips molding perfectly against yours and you can’t help the soft sigh that leaves you.

He pulls away after a moment and smiles to himself, offering you his arm. You gladly take it, walking with him through the doors of the restaurant. You’re immediately struck by the decor.

It’s something straight out of Grease.

“You sap! You brought me to a diner?” He shrugs, smiling at how excited you are. The two of you quickly pick a booth and order drinks. Buck getting a coke while you opt for a milkshake, ignoring Bucky’s warning about your sensitive stomach.

“So how’s university?” You ask, smiling as you take a sip of your thick milkshake. “Good I guess. Nothing like high school, that’s for sure. And I miss my best girl every fucking day.” You reach across the table and take his hand, your eyes filled with love.

“I’m always gonna be here Bucky.” He nods then takes off his jacket, stretching out and sighing.

Moving quickly, you snatch up his hand, leaning forwards across the table to trace the veins on his hand and arm, poking them every now and then.

“God I’ve missed you so much,” he whispers lovingly, leaning across the table and kissing your lips gently. Before you can get too into it, your food is being set down on the table. You pull apart and wink at him, smiling as you pick up a fry and dip it into your shake.

The two of you make small talk as you eat, the atmosphere light and happy as you enjoy your first night of living your own life.

“Where to now?” You ask, giddy and absolutely happy.

“Well, I figured you’ve probably never gone dancing properly. And there’s this nice little club that Steve and I stumbled upon by accident. I think you’d like it there.”

You smile up at him as he helps you put your helmet on again, and the two of you get back onto his motorcycle and ride through the town in the dark, street lamps illuminating the two of you every so often.

When he stops again it’s outside of a club with music pouring out of the open door.

The two of you head inside and you’re immediately engulfed in the loud music.

There’s a live band playing Jazz music, and couples are dancing, doing moves you’ve only seen in movies.

“Bucky I have no idea how to dance to Jazz music!” You exclaim above the music, nerves overtaking your body.

He takes your jacket and his own and locks them in a locker, smiling encouragingly at you. ‘I’ll teach you, Darlin’. It’s real simple. Just follow my lead.” And with that, he sweeps you onto the dance floor.

True to his word, it is a lot easier than you thought, and soon enough Bucky’s spinning you around and swinging you to the music.

Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much and above the music you can hear Bucky’s laugh every time one of you stumbles a bit.

In that club surrounded by all those people, you realize you don’t care if you can’t dance as well as they can. It doesn’t matter if your dress isn’t as nice as someone else and it doesn’t matter who can see the two of you. What matters is that you’re with Bucky and he’s with you.

Bucky sees your smile fade and frowns, stepping closer to you. “Are you alright, Doll?” You look up at him and throw your arms around him, hug him tightly. “Thank you so much Bucky,” you whisper, tears pricking your eyes.

“The nights not over yet, Darlin’. C’mon. I’ve got one more thing for you.” He takes your hand and pulls you towards the exit, grabbing your jackets on the way.

This time, the drive is calm and quiet, your arms holding onto him tightly and his warmth seeping onto you through his clothes.

When he stops the motorcycle after driving down a back road, you’re confused at first.

“This way.” He takes your hand and leads you up the fire escape of an old abandoned building. “Go on all the way to the top,” he encourages, his eyes on your backside.

“Why do I feel like this is just an excuse for you to look up my dress?” He chuckles from behind you and swats at your bottom. “I can look if I want to, right?” You look back at him, eyes alight with mischief. “Of course. But only you and only because I know you’re mine.” He smiles proudly at your words and lets his eyes travel your figure until you reach the top of the building.

He steps in front of you and pulls you onto the roof and towards a blanket and a picnic basket.

“Steve and Peggy set this up for us. I texted him asking for advice on giving you a nice night out and this is what they did.” Your heart swells and you can’t help the tears. “That’s so incredibly sweet.” He nods and pulls you to sit down on the blanket.

“Now, Steve said something about responsible decisions and safe driving so instead of champagne, we have some sparkling apple juice. I hope you don’t mind,” he says sheepishly.

You take his face in your hands and kiss him tenderly. “Of course I don’t mind. You did all of this tonight just for me?” He nods as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“You’re my girl. I’m not gonna just sit around and do nothing when you’ve had a rough day. Your mother doesn’t let you live your life the way you want to. She tries to live through you. And… I understand that it’s hard to stand up to her. So I thought I should give you a taste of a different life. One that isn’t controlled by your mother.”

You wipe away a tear and sniffle. “Thank you so much, Bucky.”

“There’s no need to thank me, Darlin’. Now, a glass of sparkling apple juice for you and one for me. And… Peggy packed us some macarons,” you giggle at his awful French accent, “so we can snack on them while looking at the stars.” You take a sip of your drink, giving your boyfriend a nod of approval before looking up at the stars.

“(Y/n)… I don’t want you to be worrying about what to do with your life. I don’t want you to be totally focused on not disappointing your parents because there’s so much more to life than whatever your parents want you to do. Follow your dreams, not your mother’s. Be who you want to be, not who your mother wants you to be.”

You look over at him and smile, “it’s easier said than done. I can’t just cut off my ties with her.” He wraps his arm around you and lies back, being careful of the drink in your hand. “Then don’t. But… I want you to live. Not just survive or get by, okay? You owe it to yourself to live your life the way you want to because if you don’t… you’ll just be so full of regret and I don’t want you feeling like that."

The two of you are quiet for a few moments, eating the snacks and sipping the sparkling juice before Bucky sits up.

“I... I love you so much, (Y/n). I just want you to know that no matter what you do with your life, no matter where you go... I’ll always support you. Okay?” You nod, pushing yourself up onto your elbows.

“And I guess to kinda... show you that I mean what I’m saying... here.” He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a small envelope.

You take it from him and open it slowly, your mouth dropping open as you see the delicate ring inside.

“I um... I don't really know what to say other than I love you. This isn’t me... proposing or anything because when I do that it’ll be more romantic.”

You notice the way he says when not if and smile.

“But I just... wanted to give you something special that you could look at and always remember how much I love you. Because I love you so fucking much, (Y/n).” You put your glass down and launch yourself into his arms, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“I love you Bucky. So much. Fuck I love you.” He holds you tightly, rocking you side to side gently as you cry softly into his shoulder.

When you finally pull away, it’s to slip the ring on and kiss his lips.

He lies you down on your back again, one of his hands resting on your hip while the other supports his weight.

Your lips move together perfectly, his capturing your bottom one and pulling gently. You moan against his mouth and he uses the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth.Your tongues dance together.

The kiss is so intoxicatingly perfect that you don’t realize Bucky’s brought your leg up around his waist. The two of you grind against each other gently, you moaning against him.

Eventually, you pull away and look up into his eyes. “I love you. I love you so much.” He smiles and presses a chaste kiss to your lips.

“We should be heading back soon. It’s a fairly long drive back to your house.” You pout slightly and he chuckles, squeezing your thigh then pulling away from you.

The drive back to your house is over way too fast, and before you know it he’s sneaking you back into your room.

“Thank you again, Bucky. For the best night of my life. For showing me what my life could be. I love you.” He blows you a kiss from the grass below your window. “Of course. I love you. And I’ll see you tomorrow.” You watch as he jogs down the street to his bike, hopping on and revving the engine a few times before driving away.

After he’s gone you stay by the window, thinking about everything he said and how much you wish you could just run away with him instead of living your mother’s dream life.

Maybe, you find yourself thinking, maybe you can live your own life. Maybe you can be happy with Bucky and go to diners and go dancing. Maybe, just maybe, the nights like these could become your life instead of an unreachable dream.

~*~

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