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little-dragon-stories · 4 years

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Theater night

Your super mega star boyfriend has decided to take you out to the movies.

WC: 3647

Warning: None.

Genre: Fluffy scenario pairing Kwon JiYong and female reader.

Note: I had this idea and needed to write it immediately. I wanted it to be a drabble, LOL. This is so fluffy and cute, I melted writing it. I hope you’ll enjoy it

Jeez... I cannot put the read more WHERE I want it. Sorry...

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“... it was… Seunghyun hyung… the keyboard… I swear…”

Each word was scattered with a sonorous laugh. Clearly, the situation seemed to amuse him a lot since he had to take breaks to catch his breath. Yet, you only discerned a few words here and there. Your attention was elsewhere. You were fascinated by a cute old couple who were bickering lovingly outside, not so far to the SUV in which you were taking a seat.

A driver was bringing you home after Ji’s work. He had invited you to listen to his new tracks. He needed to have his girl by his side today, he felt clingy. He felt unsure. He needed to have his hand secure on your lap as he continued composing. To see your smile and to steal a kiss from time to time. You were more than happy to come in his studio with kimbap and wine and be that supportive help he needed today, right after your short shift. Your hard working man was tired recently, he was working hard to compose new songs and shoot commercials.

“Baby...what are you looking at?” he leaned over you to look through your window. He saw nothing out of the ordinary but looking up at you, he found a dreamy look on your face. You were smiling fondly.

Following your gaze, he noticed a couple that seemed to argue about who should carry the grocery bags, the woman making gestures to take them. The man retreated as soon as she stepped towards the bags, dodged her hands and smiled at his sweetheart. Shaking her head, she smiled and seemed to let go. She finally leaned against him, taking his arm under her.

The scene seemed innocuous, but the look you had on them was so intense, Ji felt bad for a few moments. What if you were already tired to date an idol? What if you missed doing “normal” stuff with your boyfriend? He cannot grocery shop with you. He tried this once, before he met you. A crowd built up around him and in 2 minutes, he was surrounded by crying and screaming fans wanting to touch him. One had even passed out. He never felt so uncomfortable in his entire life.

Doing normal stuff for Kwon Jiyong was just impossible.

You knew who he was when you met, you were working for YG. You never complained about it or mentioned that you would like to ‘walk on the street hand in hand like normal people do’. He had heard it a couple of times, in his previous relationships. Dating an idol was certainly not easy. Dating GD was probably the worst case scenario.

“Hey, you” you said as you bopped his nose “What are you doing on my side?” you cupped his cheeks and pecked his lips softly.

“I wanted to see what you were looking at. You seemed far, far away in your thoughts”. His hand found your waist and rested there.

“Ah, really? I didn’t realize. I think I’m a bit tired today, I cannot concentrate. I’m sorry Jiyongie, what were you talking about?”

With a touch of anxiety growing deep in his stomach, he told you again how Tabi had been lectured by a sound technician for spilling his drink on the studio computers. You were both still laughing your ass off when you entered his apartment building by the back door. Hand in hand as always when you were sure not to get caught.

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“I’m telling you Youngbae, I’m about to lose her. You know how unlucky I am with my love life”. He told his best friend in the studio the morning after. He was holding his head with both hands, afraid that he might disappoint you one day. Or worst, lose you.

“I don’t think so, hyung. She seems very in love with you”.

“But the way she looked at them, she had a dreamy look on her face. I’m sure she wants an easier life, with someone who could go shopping with her and you know, do stuff that normal couples do”.

“Talk to her, check if it’s something she needs. But I see the way you are together, last time was just yesterday. She was radiant. She took the time to listen to your tracks at least 15 times each. She even laughed at all your nonsense. I am sure that the girl I saw yesterday is still madly in love with you. Like the first time I saw her, if not more”.

“You sure, bro?”

“Yes, bro. But talk to her”.

“I might… I love her, you know? I really think she’s the one. Even A-Ye loves her, that’s for say”.

“Man, she’s really the one, then”.

Jiyong felt relieved after his conversation with his best friend. After all, it was true. Last night as you came back home, you were the one who invited him for a shared shower. You had shampoo his hair softly the second he complained about how tired he was. He was so exhausted, he had a bad headache that put him to bed almost after the shower. Until you fell asleep, you put ice on his forehead to make sure he would be comfortable. You applied tiger balm on his temples when he was about to sleep. You had held him in your arms closely, caressing his back and hair and dropping a kiss here and there. You had laughed tenderly when he was whining, mocking him. You, indeed, acted like a woman in love. At the very least, willing to stay with him when he was at his worst. If this is not love, he wonders what it might be.

But what if you were starting to get tired of being with an idol? What if you want to fight over grocery bags too, on the sidewalk. What if you would like to kiss your boyfriend in the middle of the street instead of living in his shadows, pretending like you don’t know each other when you meet at YG?

“Nah… I have to do something. I cannot lose her. I love her too much”, he thought for himself. “Let’s do something that normal couples do…”

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(Jiyong) Love, let’s have a date tonight!

(You) YEAH!!!!!

(You) But you’re sure? You’re working so hard this week, you have time? <3<3<3

(You) Is your head better?

(Jiyong) for you, I have all the time in the world and thanks to your caring attention, I feel better this morning.

(You) aaaaw! I don’t deserve you <3<3<3

(Jiyong) Dress casual, like really casual.

(You) Woah! WOW! (Yes, in caps…) a date with you, casually dressed? I’m concerned now! What’s going on? You’re ok? Might be meningitis :) :) :)

(Jiyong) Just dress casual, would you? And don’t sass me.

(You) Ji… I love you too much not to sass your ass :)

(Jiyong) OMG! I love you too.

(You) Can I sleep at your place after? *puppy eyes* NO NO NO *wink wink*

(Jiyong) You’re so dumb… But I love you like that. No, this time, I will sleep at yours.

(You) What? Ji, my building is not secured. What’s going on?

(You) Oh! my god! You want to break up…

(You) You will dump me so why bother getting dressed? And at least I will be home already… Is that it?

(Jiyong) No pabo, why would you think something like that? I don’t want to break up, I want to bring my girl on a casual date and sleep in HER bed. In HER smell. That’s all.

(You) Ok baby. I’m a little nervous tho, not gonna lie.

(Jiyong) I can be casual… you just didn’t see me like that yet, that’s all. Gotta go, love. Take care ok? And I can’t wait for our date.

(You) I love you. I love you. I love you.

(You) Miss me a lot today, ok?

(Jiyong) You want me to be sad and unhappy?

(You) No but when you miss me during the day, you’re glued to me afterwards. I love your clingy ass. I love when you hug me all night long <3 <3 <3 <3

(Jiyong) I’m the lucky one in this relationship, you just proved it once again. Love you. Yes, I’ll miss you even tho, I won’t have time to think. Gotta go

(You) *hides in a corner to cry over your cuteness*

(Jiyong) xxxxxx whereever you want *wink wink*

(You) OMG I’m blushing… On my neck then <3 <3<3<3<3

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You were sitting in the SUV. You had chosen to wear a long sleeveless white linen blouse, over tight ripped blue jeans and baskets. You had put on a few long necklaces around your neck, including one that you had ‘found’ on Jiyong's dresser. He had stated that this Chanel jewel looked much better on you than it did on him, that the way it came down and rested between your breasts was so pretty that he had no choice but to give it to you. You won't complain, you loved this jewel, it made you feel beautiful and sexy. Desirable since your man liked to see you wearing it.

Contrary to his habits, Jiyong walked towards you and opened the door on your side. He snuck his head inside the car and kissed you. You welcomed him with a smile and framed his cheeks.

“Hello baby!”

“You’ll be happy, I’ve missed you a lot today. I was impatient for our date”. His hands slid down your arm and he unbuckled your seat belt. “We’re not taking the car, we’ll walk over there. Ok?”

“Ji… It’s not a good idea. Your security is…”

“I’ve found a way. You’ll see. Get out of this car and hug your needy man”

He gave instructions to his driver and manager and sent them home for the rest of the evening. He took your hand and lured you into a dark corner of the building where a backpack laid on the ground. Hid there, he took you in his arms and hugged you tightly, humming your hair.

“You smell so good love. I really missed you today, I’m not even lying”.

“I missed you too. Sometimes, I miss you so much, I can’t concentrate on my work”.

“Same here… same! We’re so fond of each other”

“We are, right?” you asked with your big puppy eyes looking up at him. He couldn’t resist and peppered your face with soft kisses. He smelled mint and cinnamon, he had just brushed his teeth.

“So, love… Wanna watch (the last movie in the theater that you wanted to watch) with me?”

“Yes, I can’t wait to watch it with you”

“Let’s go, then”

“What? Where? It’s in theater right now”

“I know… Theater night for my girl. We’ll grab something to eat on our way there. You know, this food truck you keep looking at? We’ll grab something there”

“But, you’re my mega super star boyfriend… we cannot do that!”

He leaned and grabbed the backpack on the floor. Inside of it were a wig, a facemask, sunglasses and a big sweater despite the heat of the summer. He even borrowed a super opaque foundation to hide the ink that could be still visible despite the disguise. Specifically, the wings of the angel on his neck and the smiley on his thumb.

“See the plan, love? I will be unrecognizable”

“Oooh, baby! I’m not feeling it! I’m scared you will be in danger”

“Nah, I’ll be just fine. Plus, you’ll protect me, right?” he beamed proudly.

You burst out laughing.

“Aaaaw, Ji! You’re so cute. You wanted to do something casual tonight? This is unusual but ok, I guess! I’m in. I will be watching over people tho, if I smell the tiniest danger, I’ll drag us out. Got it?”

“Yes. Security first”.

“Show me what you will look like, with this woman wig”

Hand in hand, you walked your way to the nearest theater. He was constantly looking at you. Even though he was wearing a mask and shades, you knew he was smiling wide. You could imagine his beautiful upper lip curling up, almost disappearing as his gums flashed. You missed that smile. You missed his eyes. You missed his kisses. But he seemed happy and for you, it meant the world.

“I’ll order so no one will recognise your voice” you said in line to order greek food.

“Ok, but use my card to pay”.

“Nah… It’s the first time ever I can afford a date with you, let me pay please” you said as a joke. But it hits him hard. He never wanted you to feel inferior or poorer or anything less than him.

“I’m sorry, love” he said but you didn’t hear. It was your turn to order the delicious food.

What you love about street food is that there is no delay. You order and it’s ready. Taking out his mask to eat, you saw the face of the girl next to you. She was wondering if he was GDragon, analysing him. When she unpocked her phone and innocently pointed the camera towards you, acting like nothing was happening but clearly looking at Ji, you were not happy anymore.

“Let’s eat as we walk” you told him to take him out of there even though she seemed armless.

You had to take a longer road, the girl has started to follow you. Fortunately, you succeeded in hiding from her and her camera and were able to go to the cinema without more incidents.

“Do you think I’ll do the front page of gossip magazines tomorrow?”

“I’d say, more likely tonight!”

He laughed, not outraged by that at all. Bigbang were not strangers to scandals, Jiyong being caught on a date, disguised, would be the less outrageous one.

“Are you happy love? You seem nervous” he asked just before the film started.

“When I’m with you, I’m always happy. But, yes I’m nervous” you murmured in his ear. He wanted to ask something but the man on his back “ssssh’ at him. He was a little upset, not so used to the etiquette in a theater. His low “why so rude” with a cute little invisible pout made your heart flustered.

You curled your fingers with his and your hands clamped together. You leaned your head against his shoulder. He was trying to stay as far as possible from the person on his other side, almost sitting on your laps. The shy man he is, was never comfortable with the presence of a crown, unless he was on a stage. Even less, when they were sitting that close and when he felt trapped. But despite his uncomfort, he wanted to do something casual with you and your heart melted.

There was another habit of his that was not “theater friendly”. He couldn’t never stop talking to you during a movie. Normally, when the movie starts and he gets into it, he keeps asking questions as if you know more than him. He did a couple of times but people around made faces or just asked him to shut up, not so politely. It was funny to see his upset eyes, each time. The theater was not his element and it became clear for you why he did this.

“You love the…” he started, again, before you put your index on his mouth.

“Shh baby… shhh.” you smiled at him fondly.

“This is so hard…”

You laughed but unfortunately, it was a sad sequence in the film. People around looked at you and you felt awkward.

You looked at him and analysed his attitude. He seemed uncomfortable, stressed. To be honest, the way he twingled on the chair, it was almost like he needed to pee. Without a word, you grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the room.

“What are you doing?”

“Shh… don’t speak. I don’t want those ladies to recognise your voice” you said, pointing at a bunch of teens with Bigbang t-shirts in the hallway. “Follow me”.

You went out of the theater and as soon as you could, you hid in the corner of a building. A dark spot where you both could talk peacefully for a moment.

“Ji… why did you really bring me there. Clearly, you don’t enjoy…”

“Aww… you noticed. I’m sorry love, I ruined our date. I just wanted to take you to a place where normal couples go”.

“I felt it… Let me ask you this. What is that thing called ‘a normal couple’? What’s this? What do they do, that we don’t do?”

“Casual things”.

“Ok… and?”

“Casual things. Normal people do casual things”

“Ji...baby. You thought I needed something else than what you offered me? You thought I needed to go to the theater? You did it to please me?”

“...”

“Ji…”

“... yes”

You wrapped your arms around his waist and snuggled your nose in his chest. He smelled good, but he didn’t smell himself. He smelled the owner of this sweater. You missed his smell.

“Who owns this sweater?”

“Noona Tae. I borrowed it. I wanted to look normal”.

“But… I love YOUR own smell on you. I love to see your smile, not your hidden smile behind a mask. I love to see your eyes sparkle when you look at me. Those shades didn't allow me to. I love when I hold your hand and I see your tattoo. I love that you can speak freely to me, not when you are scared to cause a scandal and have to hide your beautiful voice. You know what I mean?”

“I… think so”.

“I don’t need a casual date to be happy. I don’t want you to put yourself in danger for something I don’t like that much, anyway. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable in order to please me. I want you to be happy. Completely and totally happy” You hugged him tightly. He seemed sheepelish. “Do you know when I can see you like that? Happy?”

“...No?”

“When we are alone, at your place. Yours, not mine. Because yours is secured. I love when we hug at home. I love when we talk, all alone. When we have our deep conversations. When we redo the world. I love when we have our movie date night, snuggled in pajamas. I love when we have our take out night. I love when we go to a fancy restaurant by the back door, too.”

“But you deserve better”.

“Better that you? My perfect boyfriend? The man who kisses me so passionately? Who never fails to make me happy? Who listens to each and every word I say? YOU are what I love Ji. YOU. It has nothing to do with a lifestyle. You, with your gummy smile, your tender eyes and your soothing voice. With your skilled hands. My artistic man that needs to create 24/7. It’s your personality that I fell for. I really don’t care about casualty''.

He closed his arms even harder on you, his nose buried in the crook of your neck. A long sigh escaped his lips.

“Ji… I didn’t like to see you uncomfortable like that. I didn’t like when you were scared to get caught. I have to say tho, I liked when the people whooped your loud ass” you teased “You are unable to watch a movie without talking. Even if you were not an idol, you would be condemned to watch your films at home, you don’t know how to stand in public” You teased, tickling his side.

“I love you so much, Y/n… I’m sorry I ruined our date”.

“You ruined nothing at all. I told you already, being with you makes me happy” you tiptoed to kiss his hidden nose above his mask.

“Listen, we still have some time. Maybe we can continue to walk around the neighborhood hand in hand?”

“No, you were not comfortable. Maybe in some city where nobody knows you, but not in the middle of Seoul where you are the King of those ladies’s heart. We can always take some fresh air in your private little backyard. It’s enough for me”.

“I was scared that you would feel trapped…”

You stepped back and took out his mask. You needed to kiss him, you needed his lips. Mostly, you needed to see his smile again.

“I don’t feel trapped. Our relationship is perfect. Absolutely perfect. I couldn’t have dreamed of a bond as deep with someone. This is what I need. You’re what I need, my Jiyongie”

He smiled that big shy smile that you love so much. That you fell for. That smile that makes your stomach twist and your knees weak at the same time.

“I love you, you have no idea how much I love you” he said before his lips pressed against yours.

“I know how much you love me, you proved it to me again, tonight”.

“There is an activity that couples do that I’d gladly do with you tonight”

You pretended like you didn’t catch the meaning.

“Really? Gaming?”

“Gaming? Really Y/n?” He laughed.

“Let’s go home. I cannot wait for you to dress like your own self again. Those clothes, they don't suit you well. Then, maybe, you’ll show me what you were talking about”.

He kissed your face before, his breath warming your skin on this cool night.

“I’ll show you what I was talking about, no doubt. Let’s go”

“Ji… No more disguise, ok? I want you to stay yourself with me”.

“I got it… I got it. Then, it means that I will drag you in all those fancy restaurants again”.

“... or I can cook us some food too”

“The perfect balance”

You couldn’t agree more. You were the perfect balanced couple and you couldn’t dream of a better boyfriend.

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a-lockman5 · 4 years

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Things were different now Pt. 2 - 2AM Toast {Devi x Paxton}

A/N: Ayyyy so I just felt the creative juices flowing and wanted to whip this out before they went away again. I had a blast writing this. I kept trying to proofread it but got caught up in the story again (Whoops!), so if I missed some typos, apologies. Also, I don’t own these characters (obviously), but I do love them.

Warnings: more fluff/angst, blood/injury - NO SELF HARM, scared Paxton is cute

Here is part 1 if you haven’t read it yet!

Take a look at my MASTERLIST for more to read or inspo for requests :)

“Paxton?”

Holy shit. Paxton jumped six feet in the air at the sound of her voice. It was two o’clock in the morning. Why was anyone up? Why was Devi Vishwakumar in his house?

“Devi, what the hell?” he panted, still catching his breath from the scare she’d given him. “What are you doing?”

“I was getting a soda from the garage,” she replied, eyes wide. “I thought you were on a college visit this weekend.”

“Tomorrow. Dad and I are driving up tomorrow. What are you doing in my house?”

“Becca invited me over.” He could tell she was still tense, her eyes staring directly into his. “I didn’t think you were here.”

They’d hardly spoken since she and Gross started dating. She tried to apologize a few weeks ago when Rebecca invited her over for dinner. Paxton acted like it was fine. Why wouldn’t it be? They were just friends. Sure, they’d kissed after the party that one night, but it wasn’t like she owed him anything. Besides, he was the one that blew her off at school two days later. She didn’t owe him anything, and he knew that. And besides that, she and Gross made sense. They were both way smart and in the same class and could challenge each other intellectually and her friends seemed to like him and… he was rambling internally. The point was, he and Devi agreed they were friends and things wouldn’t be weird. And now, almost a month later, they were talking in his hallway at 2AM, and it was definitely weird.

“Cool,” he crossed his arms over his bare chest. “Becca told me you were helping her with more stuff for her portfolio. I guess that photographer didn’t know what he was talking about.”

“What?”

He shook his head slightly as his cheeks heated up. “Sorry, I just meant that he kept wanting you to stop posing, but here you are booking another gig. You’re like a real model, and I just… I don’t know.”

She laughed then. He was so embarrassed, but still couldn’t help smiling into his chest. It was her laugh that helped him be brave. “Look, Devi, we agreed things wouldn’t be awkward between us, but things feel pretty weird right now. Can we just let it go and be cool?”

Her eyes widened again and she gave him a tight lipped smile. “Yeah, definitely. I just didn’t expect” –

“To see me in the middle of the night in my own house?” he smirked.

She nodded and continued, “in your underwear with a…” she gestured wildly below his waist with her eyes closed tightly.

Paxton felt the color drain from his face. He’d been half asleep when he got up to go to the bathroom. Had he really not noticed? His hands instinctively covered his privates, though they weren’t feeling so private right now, and sure enough, there was some definite tenting going on. His eyes screwed shut, and he felt himself stumbling backward a few paces before turning his back on Devi entirely.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered. “I didn’t… Shit. I need to go.”

He made a beeline for the bathroom and didn’t look back at her again. He slammed the door in a rush to escape the mortification he was experiencing and found himself crying out in pain. He’d shut his GD finger in the door. Jerking it out as fast as he could, he pressed the door closed with his back leant against it.

His head dropped, and a sigh escaped him. As he reached a hand up to push his hair out of his face, he almost missed the flash of red. “Goddammit!” he whispered furiously. His nail must have ripped off when he closed it in the door. Shit, did it hurt now that he was looking at it. Paxton turned to the sink and ran his finger under lukewarm water before forcing himself to put soap on it. He winced a little as it burned, but it was no where close to the painfully embarrassing encounter he’d just had with Devi. He looked down at his boxers at the reminder. Nothing like mutilating his ego and his hand to regulate his hormones – his erection had disappeared. He sighed again.

Why did he have to run into her? Why like that? Why did he just have to lose every shred of dignity he had left? Things were not like this for Paxton. He was Paxton Hall-Yoshida for goodness sake! Paxton H.Y. did not get nervous around girls. They got nervous around him! But Devi… he never got nervous around her before Gross’s party. Not like he had tonight. He was too cool to be nervous. He was good at being cool. What the hell happened?

“It doesn’t matter,” he told himself. He just needed to dress his finger so that he didn’t get blood everywhere. After rummaging through the cupboards one-handed for a few minutes, he remembered the first aid kit was in the garage from his biking accident a few months ago.

The coast was obviously clear, he knew that. He’d been in the bathroom far longer than intended, so there was no way he would cross paths with Devi again. Still, Paxton took a deep breath before nervously poking his head out the door. Sure enough, the hall was empty. Another deep breath, this time in relief, and he padded down the hallway to the garage. When he flipped the light on, his nightmare continued.

There was she was sitting on the couch – the couch they had sat on when they first met and she wanted him to… do something with her that she definitely didn’t want anymore. Her head whipped around to look at him, and her mouth fell open. Paxton pressed his head against the doorframe in defeat.

“Devi, why are you still out here?”

“I was just trying to…” she trailed off, but Paxton could tell by the look on her face that their encounter had affected her as much as it had him. He didn’t need to hear her say it.

“Alright, just let me put some shorts on.” At least the laundry room was right off the garage. He started to climb into a pair of basketball shorts while keeping his right hand aloft with toilet paper wrapped around his middle finger.

“Holy shit, what happened to your hand? Did you do it on purpose? Did you bite the nail down until it bled? Is it some side effect of the ‘roids you’re taking for swimming?”

Paxton jumped in surprise at being scared by Devi’s presence in the middle of the night... in his house... for the third time. This time, as he was off-balance, he immediately got tangled in his shorts and ended up on his side against the cold tile floor. He wanted to cry, he thought as he laid there. Why had this night turned into such a terror? Was he actually dreaming? Was he going to wake up and Devi would be asleep at her own house, in her own bed, and he the same? He would pray to a million gods to make that happen.

“Devi, why are you doing this to me?”

“I wasn’t trying to” – she broke off. “Here, come on, I got you.”

She steadied him at the elbow as he leaned on her to stand. She continued to let him lean on her as he finished donning his shorts with his affected arm out of harms way. “Thanks,” he murmured.

“Sorry, I asked about steroids. I know you don’t.”

“I wouldn’t.”

“I know that,” she nodded. “Sorry for scaring you too… What did you do to your hand though?”

Paxton exhaled in a huff. “I shut it in the bathroom door.”

“Oh good! When you yelled, I thought you racked yourself or something.” Devi sighed in relief. Paxton’s eyes narrowed in a glare at her. “Sorry. Do you have a first aid kit?”

“It’s in the garage,” he laughed despite himself.

“Ah. Yeah, that makes sense. Well, come on.”

She led him back into the garage and over to the couch. He sat down at her instruction. “Devi, you don’t have to” –

“Shut up. You can’t dress it with one hand. Besides, I’ve watched so many medical YouTube channels, it’ll be fun,” she said, plopping down next to him. “Come on, give it here.”

He knew there was no use arguing with her and let her pull his hand out of his lap. He took his time looking over her as she worked on him. He’d always thought she was objectively pretty from the moment they’d met, but he didn’t know he’d end up here, thinking about how cute she was. She was careful and focused as she peeled the toilet paper away, knowing it had started to dry and stick to his wound. She whispered a quiet apology when he hissed in pain, but never took her eyes off her work. She cleaned it, applied antibiotic ointment, wrapped it up in gauge, and secured it with tape. At some point, he found himself staring at her lips, thinking about how desperately he wanted to kiss her again – how desperately he wished she wanted to kiss him.

“There, finished!” She beamed at him. It was almost enough to jerk him free of his fantasy. Almost.

“Thanks,” he smiled lazily at her.

“For sure, I owe you for all the times you rescued me.”

“Yeah, ignoring that it’s your fault I got hurt,” he smirked at her.

“What? How do you figure?”

“If you weren’t wandering the house in the middle of the night” –

“I wouldn’t have seen your pork sword through your boxers.”

“Devi, what the hell?” he looked wildly at her. “Where do you even come up with this stuff?”

“People say that,” she shrugged.

“No, Devi, they really don’t,” he shook his head and started laughing. After a moment, she laughed too, and for that moment, things were good. “God, how did you do this to me?”

That sobered her immediately. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I used to be the coolest guy in school. I’ve been going to prom since middle school. My friend’s mom hits on me. How did you make me the guy that injures himself trying to escape an embarrassing situation? That used to be your thing!”

“Paxton…”

“It’s kind of funny, ya know? The first time we were ever in here, you ran away after I took my shirt off,” he continued, unable to stop himself. “I may not be an honor student, but I do realize now that your mom does not have polio.” He saw a hint of a smile on her face and felt himself smile back. “And now, look at us: sitting on the couch together, legs touching,” he accentuated his point by bumping his knee against hers, “I’m shirtless and you’re not scared of me anymore, but…”

“But what?” she asked after a moment.

I’m so scared of you. He blinked, pushing the thought away before he could stick his foot in his mouth. “But we don’t get to act on it. We’ve come so far since we first met, but we don’t get to talk to each other like we used to… I miss talking to you.”

“I miss talking to you too.” He thought she sounded genuine. She was the only person, outside of his family, he’d ever felt comfortable opening up to. Now that she was dating Ben Gross, he didn’t get to have that anymore? Why?

“Look, I think we can agree tonight has been super weird, but you don’t need to only come over when you think I’m not here.”

“I know.”

“No, I mean, I know we said that before, but I mean it. I want to be your friend, Devi. I like you, I like hanging out with you. Can we make that work?”

It felt like hours passed while she looked at him silently. He could practically hear her thoughts pinging around in her head at a million miles a minute, but he had no idea what to expect. She was quiet for so long, he began to think she would say no. No, they couldn’t be friends. It wasn’t what she wanted anymore. Things were going to be weird between them, and there was no way around it. Paxton would have to just go on shutting his hands in doors and tripping over his gym shorts until he could move on from her – that was the only acceptable way to handle their situation. Then he saw it; he wasn’t sure if it was compassion, pity, or something else that made her eyes warm to his, but he knew he liked the way she looked at him in that moment.

“Of course, we can. I like hanging out with you too. Here,” she scrambled up off the couch and went to the refrigerator they had in the garage. She pulled out a diet mountain dew and a cherry coke zero, handing the latter to him.

“How did you…?” he stared at the soda can. His parents bought a variety of sodas, they and Becca both enjoyed having choices. The cherry coke zero was his and his only. He didn’t drink soda often, but when he did, he needed something with more flavor than a diet soda, but that wasn’t as sweet as a regular cola.

“Becca told me I could drink whatever I wanted except that. If it was hers, she’d let me have it or would have at least had some herself. Your dad was drinking a mountain dew when I got here, and your mom had a sprite when I was over for dinner a few weeks ago. It only made sense that it was left for you.”

“Anyone ever tell you, you’re smart, Vishwakumar?”

“Actually, no,” she pondered the question before flipping her hair over her shoulder and winking at him, “everyone else says I’m a genius.”

For the first time that night, he smiled a real, big smile. She mirrored his actions, and he felt warm everywhere. When she reached across the space between them, his breath caught in his throat. She popped the tab on his soda, and he felt a shaky breath escape him. “What are you doing?”

“Paxton Hall-Yoshida, we are toasting,” she replied, popping the tab on her own can.

“Why?”

“This is a new chapter in our lives, in our friendship, and we need to make it official.”

You are something special, Devi, he thought with a grin. “Okay, I’m in. What should we toast to?”

“Umm… how about no more injuries?”

“No more avoiding each other in the hallways?”

“Or each other’s gaze during history.”

“To not keeping it a secret when you’re hanging out with my sister”

– “and not scaring each other in the middle of the night with your pocket rocket at full salute.”

He snorted. “To literally never bringing that up ever again, especially not with any of those phrases.”

“Cheers!” she laughed, clinking her can against his. They both took drinks of their soda, and fell quiet again for a moment. For the first time since they’d kissed, it felt comfortable again though. There had been a very real shift in the energy between them. They could make friends work. They could spend time together. Was it going to help him move on? Certainly not. Was it going to help him cope? It was worth a try.

“There is something I’ve been wanting to ask you,” she said quietly. After their entire experience tonight, somehow she found a way to be nervous again.

“Shoot your shot, Lil D.”

“I want to go swimming. Will you help me?”

<< Part 1, Part 3>>

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↳ chapter twelve: good boy

❧ genre: tattoo-shop/hitmen au | tattoo artist/hitman kirishima

❧ fic warning: major character(s) death; happy ending

❧ chapter warnings: alcohol/social drinking

❧ chapter song: Good Boy by GD X TAEYANG

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“Where the hell is (Y/N),” Sero whined when Kirishima and Bakugou walked into the loud club without you.

“She’s on her way, calm your tits,” Kirishima smiled as all the men greeted each other.

Bakugou smirked and elbowed Sero.

“Speaking of tits, our very own sweetheart got hers pierced today by yours truly!”

Deku was sitting at the bar behind the blonde and almost choked on his drink, Shouto chuckled and pat the green haired man's back gently. Everyone gathered around and asked how the session went. Kirishima took a spot by Deku and quickly ordered something extremely strong.

While Bakugou explained everything in precise detail, the red-head quickly chugged down the drink, hoping his own gulps could drown out Bakugou’s words. Deku turned in his seat and looked at Kiri, sympathy in his eyes.

“You know he’s only doing this shit to get a reaction out of you Red.”

Shrugging, Kirishima ordered another drink.

“The two of you are still on good terms right?” Deku asked before taking a drink of his beer.

“Of course ... but the closer I get to her the deeper I fall. I can’t think rationally anymore when she’s around. I don’t know what to do.”

Deku sighed and shook his head, “Why do you keep dragging this out and doing this to yourself Kiri, I think it’s very obvious that she’s quite smitten with you as well. I’d say your feelings are reciprocated.”

“I just still don’t know if its safe.”

“If something happened to her, would you save her, friend or girlfriend?”

Kirishima looked at Deku wildly when he asked the trick question.

“Of fucking course. If anyone even breathed the wrong way in her direction I’d lose it and snap every finger until they were apologizing. Deku, I’d die for her if it came down to it.”

“I know you would Red and you’re not the only one, she’s got the rest of us too. We’d all make sure that nothing ever happened to her, if by some chance someone slipped through our iron wills, then there will be a lot of bloodshed and a lot of finger nails pulled off until we got her back. She’s family, we protect our own and we help our own. Stop over-thinking shit and do something before someone else does.”

Kirishima smirked and nodded.

“Thanks man, before I tell her anything though, she has to know about us. I’m not dragging her into this life with me, not when she has a choice.”

Izuku hummed in reply, it was fair. He just hoped his friend wouldn’t prolong what his heart truly longed for, for too much longer.

As time went on, all the men started to drink together, branching off into their own conversations until someone would bring up something that they all had to voice their own opinions on. They truly did act like brothers, playfully fighting with each other when one would embarrass the other, sharing stories of their most recent ‘clients’ and what method they used to dispose of them. Denki and Deku’s eyes both sparkling and their mouths drooling over talks of their blade and torture device collections.

Kirishima wasn’t exactly ever ashamed of what he did, he knew he was a sort of anti-hero, but after spending a few days of doing nothing but cracking skulls, hearing screams and being drenched in blood that wasn’t his own, it was hard coming back to the shop to see you there. Pure, pristine, and so unaware that you were literally inside of a wolves den. Secrets weren’t Kiri’s favorite thing, in fact keeping all of this from you gnawed at him 24/7.

“Holy shit,” Denki suddenly shouted out before placing his fingers in his mouth and whistling loudly.

Kirishima looked up from his drink and turned around, his ruby eyes widening and his heart stopping briefly.

You were walking towards the group, that famous smile on your face that literally sparkled from the stud in your lip. A maroon body-con dress wrapped around your figure, catching every pliant and curvy shape of your frame, the neckline low and exposing your cleavage. A cropped black leather jacket covered your shoulders and arms, randoms straps hanging from it that the red-head wanted to grab hold of while he dragged you out of the club away from lustful eyes.

This was the first time any of the guys had seen you so dressed up and they were all showering you with compliments. Kiri loved the dress but hated the things it made him want to do.

Suddenly, purple hair peeked over your shoulder and all of Kiri’s arousing thoughts were dosed in freezing cold water.

“Sorry we took a little longer to get here, I couldn’t exactly decide what to wear,” you smiled while going around and giving everyone hugs and kisses and the purple thorn gave handshakes.

When you walked over to Kiri finally he looked at you from head to toe and chuckled.

“Even wearing heeled boots, you’re still such a little one huh?” He teased, your eyes level with his own while he sat on the stool.

“Fine, no hug and kiss for you then,” you replied and stuck out your tongue, quickly going to turn around.

“Get back here.”

Kirishima smirked and caught you by the hip, pulling your body between his knees and hugging it from behind. You hummed and melted into his chest, face turning and nuzzling his own with a smile. He could smell the lotion you used, taking in deeper inhales of it and his arms tightening as he did.

“I’m shocked you can even walk, usually you get paralyzed from the cold like some fucking reptile. You’re not freezing in this,” he asked genuinely.

Before you could reply Hitoshi leaned back from his seat on the opposite side of Deku to where he could see the both of you and smiled smugly.

“Don’t worry rock-head, I kept my girl nice and warm.”

Your eyes cut at Hitoshi and he cackled, holding his hands up in surrender and returning to his chat with Denki. Once again, Kiri’s hold on you tightened more and you chuckled.

“You didn’t mention that he was back in town,” Kiri mumbled into your shoulder, a pout on his face.

“Eijirou calm down. If it wasn’t so easy to get you riled up or make you jealous, no one would fuck with you.”

“It’s not easy and I’m not jealous,” Kiri huffed out and turned his face, cheek resting on your shoulder.

“Oh it’s not? Well then you won’t mind if I go talk with Katsu - ah.”

Kirishima tightened like a bear trap, fully pulling your entire body into his own like he was a child not wanting to share his favorite toy. You giggled and brought a hand up to pat his spiky red hair, neck craning sideways so you could place a warm peck to his forehead.

“Whatever you say Ei.”

The red-head smiled and continued holding you close to him for the next ten minutes as everyone fell back into conversations. You and him in your own world for the most part, playing red-hands and dealing each other trash talk. Suddenly your fun game was interrupted when Denki jumped up on the bar and started to light up with electricity.

“Who wants some fucking shots!”

After everyone took multiple rounds of shots together, Kiri pulled you away and decided to have you cut off from them for the rest of the night. You weren’t getting sloppy or anything but he could tell you weren’t enjoying yourself, if anything it looked like you were starting to get sick and he asked the bartender for some water and a snack to try and make you feel better.

You were compliant and very thankful, sitting in his lap and eating your fries with water. After a few minutes Kiri felt your face, the flush in your cheeks was dissipating and your temperature was normalizing.

“You feeling better?” Kiri asked and wiped a crumb from the corner of your mouth.

“Mhm, was is that obvious that I was getting a little queasy there?”

“Just a little. I know the guys can go pretty hard. I can appreciate you trying to keep up but if it's going to make you sick and miserable I rather not let you continue. You know you don’t always have to take everything as a challenge little one. No one is going to give you shit about not drinking.”

You smiled and laid back into Kiri’s chest, head resting on his shoulder. He smiled back and turned his face to place a kiss to your temple.

“I know that Ei. Thank you for taking care of me. I’m sorry if I’m interrupting your time with the guys or being a bummer.”

“Not at all little one.”

You finished your water and snack. There was a hand pulling on your own that wasn’t Kirishima’s and you looked up to see Denki standing there with a smile.

“If you’re not going to drink with me you have to at least dance with me.”

Your head turned to look at Kiri, he smirked and let go of your body, watching as you and Denki eagerly bolted to the dance floor together and wasted no time falling in tune with the music playing. Another hour or so passed and you’d drag each man out to dance with you one by one, even Shouto. At the moment, Hitoshi was the lucky guy dancing with you. Kiri stayed sitting at the bar and glanced over every now and then.

Ever since the two first met the red-head knew Hitoshi wasn’t his biggest fan, in fact the tired eyed guy made it very clear he wasn’t. In a way Kirishima respected Hitoshi and how he never budged when it came to defending you. He was glad you had such a caring friend but Kiri was always green with envy when you’d chime over the guy coming over for a few nights. You and Hitoshi acted just like you and Bakugou, but it was worse. Kiri never thought he’d meet a guy more cocky and smug than his friend but he was so wrong.

The smirks and petty remarks Hitoshi would make towards Kiri drove him up a wall. It's like it was Hitoshi’s life purpose to just aggravate the fuck out of him. If it were anyone else Kirishima would’ve beat the guy within an inch of his life a long time ago, but Hitoshi was your best friend and apparently your only family and Kirishima would be damned to come between that and make you feel like you had to choose sides. For you, Kirishima would suffer the wrath of your best friend forever.

Finally the song playing came to an end and there was a tap on Kiri’s shoulder as he took a sip of his drink. He smirked and turned to you, immediately crawling back up and onto his lap. You asked for a water and sunk back into Kiri’s chest.

“Either those shots really fucked me up or I’m really out of shape, all I know is I’m dying of thirst.”

Hitoshi chuckled and kissed the top of your head.

“I of all people would know you’re definitely not out of shape kitten. You’re just a lightweight.”

You smirked and pushed Hitoshi away towards the others. Kirishima’s red eyes watching him as he smiled smugly at him. Once your water came you downed it and sighed with content. Kiri wrapped an arm around you and brought a hand up, his knuckles feeling your cheek and forehead that were somewhat warm.

“How are you feeling little one?”

You melted more into his body and hummed. “I’m fine Eijirou, but if I stay like this much longer I can’t promise I won’t pass out so we should go dance.”

“(Y/N) if you’re tired then don’t push yourself, I can - “

Your hand came up and wrapped around the side of Kirishima’s neck, head falling back on his chest.

“Eijirou I said I’m fine, now do you want to dance with me or not?”

“Well yeah but -”

Before he could finish you were sliding out of his lap and tugging on his hand, making Kiri grunt from being dragged. You grinned back at him, leading him straight into the mass of bodies and loud bump of the bass and wasted no time as you pressed yourself back against his chest.

Kirishima didn’t move much, his ears trying to pick up the song that was playing. It was slow and moody, your hips rolled back into his, body melting and leaving virtually no space in between the two of you as you molded to him. Your head fell back onto his chest, hair squishing up against it and your eyes glimmering up at him.

Kirishima smirked down at you, his hands coming to rest on your hips and guide as you both swayed and slowly grinded. He could feel the hum rippling up from your body and out past your lips. Once your hips both started to roll in sync, your hand came up and wrapped around the back of Kirishima’s neck, his face lowering and nose brushing along your cheek to kiss it. You purred at his touch and how he controlled the slow and heavy moves.

The scent of your lotion was overwhelming as your body temperature rose and made it permeate in the air. Your face turned and kissed his cheek while he keep nuzzling your face, jaw and neck. He couldn’t help the strained breath that left his own mouth from listening to you sweetly singing along to the song as if you were telling him your exact thoughts, your breath hitching each time the tip of his teeth grazed a certain spot on your skin.

Kirishima let a hand wander from one of your hips. His fingertip lingered all over your neck and collarbone, causing it to breakout with chills and goosebumps, the touch feather light on your heated skin. Kirishima chuckled upon hearing you whimper and your voice falter as it sung. His lips kissed your cheek again before his teeth dragged across it and nipped, hand sliding down between your breasts, stomach and back to your hip. Kiri’s red eyes scanned the room and saw that the two of you had somehow made it further off the floor with your dancing and almost into a secluded corner.

“Eijirou,” you whined and pressed your hips deeper into his.

He growled and turned you around to face him.

All the grinding, the teasing, the warm air and your sounds were gnawing at Kirishima and he decided to finally give into them and give into you.

He still held you close until you were backed up against a wall, a satisfied noise dripping from your smirking lips at the rough push. Kiri smirked and trapped your head between his strong tattooed arms, eyes looking down and taking in how your chest rose and fell with your breathing and how flushed all your visible skin was. He lowered his head, your hands flattening on his chest as he kissed teasingly under your chin.

“What is it,” he asked with a husky voice, his nose running up your jaw and face until your own brushed with his and your mouths were breathing into the others.

“W-want,” you breathed out as his sharp teeth took your bottom lip and tugged, “mmm I want -“

He hummed in response and kissed the corner of your mouth, bringing in his body closer to yours and pinning it down against the wall. His arms still trapping you and his lips trailing more kisses down your cheek and towards your ear, each feeling like a match trying to strike into a full flame but barely achieving it. Suddenly there was a hand hooking under your knee and hiking it up to wrap around Kirishima’s waist, earning you a growl.

“Want what my little one?”

Your heart erratically thumped harder in its cage from Kiri subtly adding that claiming word to the pet name - your pet name.

Furiously your lips pouted with a drawn out whimper and you felt like you literally melted on the wall.

“... you.”

Red eyes stared down on you and you could hear the sound of Kiri’s hardened fingertips digging into the wall.

“Are you sure about that?”

You looked back up at him, eyes soft and pleading, begging. Your hand snaked up from his chest and wrapped around the side of his neck, thumb brushing the sharp jawline you gawked at so much and pulled him closer again.

“Please Eijirou.”

“Fuck,” the red-head huffed out before his lips were crashing with your own.

Finally the match inside of you was struck into a full flame and it engulfed you entirely. Neither of you were merciful or gentle with your kisses and touches. You were starving for each other and trying to get as full as you could.

Soon your feet were no longer on the ground at all, Kirishima hoisted you up and wrapped your other leg around him letting his body press yours even more into the wall. The end of your dress was riding up and allowing more skin for his massive hands to grab and squeeze.

Kiri was drowning in your panting between kisses, the soft purrs and mewls that would drip from your mouth and into his as his tongue controlled your own but with a tenderness. He finally broke the hot kisses and your tongue cleaned his lips of saliva.

There was a cursed and sultry smile on your face, head leaning back against the grimy wall and exposing fresh untainted skin all for him to mark. It was so beautiful to Kirishima though, how the majority of your skin was devoid of ink unlike his own, so clean and perfect.

He didn’t want to tarnish it just yet, instead he leaned forward and showered your throat in kisses and soft dragged out licks. He chuckled and his warm breath against the wet spots had you shuddering and becoming a soft moaning mess in his hold. The red-head smirked dangerously, pushing your dress up more, his hands grabbing handfuls of your ass and giving him more leverage to grind into you, earning a rough tug to his hair and cute moan from your mouth.

“Eij,” you whined out, “Mmm, mouth - kiss.”

Kirishima softly laughed as you tried your best to function, it was adorable.

One of his hands came up and cupped the side of your neck, face moving close so he could grant your wish and start to kiss you again. The two of you were so lost in each other, finally giving in and savoring every bit of it. The way your lips tasted and perfectly melded together, the way Kiri held you so close and his fingertips dug into your pliant flesh. You were so fucking soft and sweet and Kiri was becoming addicted rather quickly. He’d groan and pant when your own teeth nipped at his lip or your tongue tried to wrestle his own, showing off that spitfire attitude he loved so much.

“Yo, get a fucking room, damn,” Sero yelled out from the bar.

You and Kirishima hesitantly paused your heated make-out session, both turning your heads to look and see that the whole gang was in eyesight and watching with shit-eating grins on their faces, Denki giving two thumbs up. Bakugou was staring as well, a cocky smirk on his face and arms crossed as he leaned against the bar.

“Eijirou,” you softly purred while kissing under his jaw and bringing his attention back to you.

He chuckled, trying to hide the shudder that ran down his spine when your tongue tasted his neck.

“You know, I’m surprised,” he breathed out while you continued to abuse his skin with licks and bites.

“Surprised about what Ei?”

“That Blasty over there hasn’t tried to come over here and take you away from me,” he replied.

You paused to lean your head back against the wall and look at Kirishima with a smirk, he smirked back and leaned in closer teasing your lips with his own and making butterflies flutter in your stomach, eliciting a moan.

“Why - fuck, why w-would he,” you stuttered, letting Kiri lick the corners of your mouth and kept up with his teasing, making your thighs squeeze tightly around his waist.

Kirishima quirked a red brow and shrugged before his hips were grinding into you again harshly, making you bounce lightly against the wall and his own body with a groan.

“You know how he is when someone encroaches on his territory, especially me.”

“H-hold up,” you grunted and stopped Kiri’s mouth with your finger, pushing his face away to fully look at him. “What are you talking about - his territory, you know we aren’t a thing right?”

Kirishima nodded and took your hand, “I know that little one.”

“Okay, so why would you say that?”

“(Y/N), it was a joke.”

You looked away, fist clenching as Kirishima held it.

“Yeah? Well it wasn’t a very good joke,” you sighed and squirmed slightly, “Let me down.”

Kirishima blinked at you and shook his head, “Wha - no! Look, I’m sorry I did -”

“Now Kiri!”

Immediately Kirishima nodded and gently helped you stand on your own two feet again but he hesitated in backing away from you, his hand still holding yours and not wanting to let go.

“(Y/N), I honestly was just joking, it’s nothing to get pissy about.”

Your eyes narrowed at the massive tattooed red-head, a finger from your free hand quickly coming up and poking his chest.

“For your fucking information Kirishima, I don’t belong to anyone, I’m not anyone’s territory, I’m not anyone’s claim, I’m not anyone’s girl! Just because me and Katsuki flirt, or me and anyone else in that fucking shop, doesn’t mean I’m theirs. And what does it matter to you anyway if I get attention from someone else huh? Is there something you want to tell me maybe?”

Kirishima swallowed thickly as you put him on the spot, his heart stopping and brain trying to figure out how to reply. This wasn’t the time nor the place for him to confess to you, hell, he still wasn’t even sure if he wanted to.

There was a look in your eyes though, even if you were chewing him out, there was some sort of sick hope in those cursed (e/c) hues that maybe he’d reply with something you wanted to hear.

Kiri sighed and lowered your hand, finally but slowly letting it fall from his own. Your hand didn’t entirely leave his though, giving him one last chance to come to his senses, which he almost did. His index finger stretched out wanting so badly to hook around your own but it didn’t. You clicked your tongue and lightly swatted his hand away before brushing past him, hiding your face and sniffling.

“That’s what I fucking thought.”

Kirishima sighed and hung his head low as you walked away, his own fist clenching and teeth baring. At the bar Sero let out a curse when he saw you beelining for the exit, he went to go after you but Bakugou was already on it and halfway to you. Sero groaned, rubbing the side of his neck and he leaned back against the bar, watching Kirishima make his way to them.

“Dude what happened,” Sero questioned.

Shaking his head, Kiri took a seat between Hitoshi and Denki. The lavenderette beside him chuckled after taking a drink of his beer and twirled the bottle around on its edges.

“He fucked up, that’s what happened.”

Red eyes cut at Hitoshi and Denki tried to keep from snorting.

“Why the fuck are you even here?” Kirishima snarled.

“Whoa Red, calm down,” Sero interrupted and walked up behind his friend to squeeze his shoulder.

Hitoshi only grinned in a way that had Kirishima’s blood boiling, he really didn’t like this dude.

“Well something in my head just screamed that you were going to fuck up tonight and that I couldn’t miss it, plus she begged me to come - she does that a lot actually, but in a different way you know.”

On the other side of Hitoshi, Deku spit up his drink and Denki was trembling from trying not to laugh. Hitoshi smirked and shrugged while he took another drink.

“They think I’m funny.”

While Kirishima was trying to keep his composure and not murder the man next to him, Bakugou had you stopped at the door of the club, his hand quickly shutting it before you could fully open it and escape. Your face stayed forward looking down and being hidden behind your hair.

“Where do you think you’re going princess.”

Your shoulders shrugged at the question, eyes still refusing to look at him, refusing to answer him but Bakugou knew exactly where you were going. He knew you were dead set on escaping the club, the guys, Kirishima, dead set on going home and probably crying your eyes out all over again over his idiotic friend and whatever he did this time. You were feeling like shit, he knew that and this time it was his turn to be there for you.

“You have three seconds to answer me before I make you.”

You let out a sigh and shook your head, hand pulling at the door handle and trying to pry it open under Bakugou’s strength but failing miserably and only causing you to become more aggravated.

“One ... two …”

“Katsu ... please, just let me go home,” you replied with a strained voice.

“Look at me.”

“Katsu -”

Bakugou groaned, “Don’t fucking ‘Katsu’ me, I said look at me dammit.”

You chortled, lifting a hand to wipe your nose, finally your face turned and looked at Bakugou. He didn’t bare any expression whatsoever, he was expecting this look. Eyes showing evidence of tears, wet in the corners, jaw clenched and lips flat from you trying to keep from frowning or smiling.

Bakugou turned his head to look over at the bar, Denki and Sero chuckling as Hitoshi seemed to be saying something to Kirishima whose back was to him.

“You feel like shit huh?”

Your eyes rolled and you moved, back slumping against the wall next to the door.

“Nothing gets past you,” you replied with dry sarcasm.

Bakugou smirked and placed himself before you. Your face was turned, looking away from him once again with arms crossed. The male placed a hand on the wall behind you, his other coming up and grabbing your chin between his thumb and forefinger, turning your head to look at him.

“Do you remember what I told you the last time you felt like shit?”

Your brow quirked, eyes searching his own crimson ones for the answer. You didn’t feel like thinking, didn’t feel like recalling how you felt the last time Kirishima managed to get to you so badly. With a sigh your shoulders shrugged.

“I don’t know, a lot of things. Uh - not to wallow alone, call one of you?”

Bakugou nodded. His fingers moved from your chin and his hand fully cupped the side of your face, the pad of his thumb brushing the corner of your eye and drying it. He leaned forward and kissed your cheek. Unconsciously, your face nuzzled his own, a sad sigh leaving your pouting lips.

“I also said that if you were still feeling like shit, I’d take real good care of you,” he spoke softly, lips still kissing your cheekbone and down to your jaw.

Your entire face tingled suddenly, eyes blinking. A genuine smile finally grew on your lips and Bakugou took advantage of it and kissed the corner of your mouth.

“That was weeks ago Katsu, are you telling me you have rollover minutes or something?”

Bakugou snickered, “If I do, would you be willing to accept the terms?”

“Oh man I don’t know, do I get unlimited talk, text and data?”

Bakugou nipped your cheek between his teeth, making you gasp.

“Nah, but you get my company,” he replied, removing his hand from the wall and dragging it down your side causing you to shudder as his fingers danced along your thigh before hooking underneath it and hiking it up around his waist.

“My body,” he spoke low with a husky tone and ground his hips into yours, causing a quiet grunt to evade your lips.

“And,” he started, fingers threading in your hair and tugging to pull your head back and make you look up even more at him. His lips kissed at the corner of your mouth again, “My mouth.”

You chuckled and grinned slyly.

“If all I get from your mouth is little bitch kisses like that then I don’t want it.”

The hand on your thigh dug its nails into your flesh, only making your grin grow wider.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head princess, you’ll get what you want from my mouth, I’ll have you reduced to absolutely fucking nothing but a trembling sweet little mess for me. But before I give your spoiled ass anything else, I need to hear you agree to it.”

Your eyes smiled and arms uncrossed, hands roaming the hard and broad chest that was pressing against your own. Your lips went to answer but Bakugou cut you off to state a final term.

“But - we do it my way. ”

Your tongue darted out to wet your lips, red eyes watched it closely.

“What if I agree and you turn out to be a shitty kisser. That would really su - “

With a growl Bakugou silenced you, his lips collided with your own in a heated and prideful kiss. You hummed, he gave you exactly what you wanted, hands fisting in his shirt and pulling him closer.

To be honest you expected kissing Bakugou to be a literal fight of teeth and tongue but he shocked you. The second his lips had met yours, the grip he held in your hair loosened, palm falling and cupping your face again, thumb brushing your jaw. His other hand rubbed under your thigh with a softness as his body rolled into yours making you pant on his lips. His lips controlled your own skillfully and you didn’t bother putting up a fight with them, red eyes staring into your own warned you not to. Kissing Bakugou felt - right.

Once the kiss broke you were trying to chase his lips again, whimpering. He continued to kiss you but avoided your mouth just like before, each time you’d turn to catch his mouth he smoothly evaded you. You whined his name, eyes fluttering shut when his tongue teased the corner of your mouth before another kiss was trailing towards your ear and he whispered.

“Tell me princess. Do you want me to help you forget all about him - to take care of you?”

Your cheek nuzzled his own softly, hands coming up and combing through blonde unruly hair, teeth nipping at your cheek again possessively. The hand on your thigh moved to squeeze your ass roughly and knead it as he groaned. You sighed in the Bakugou’s ear, pressing your body to his, wanting and needy. In the background there was a grungy Marilyn Manson song playing that made you grin and feel filthy suddenly. Your tongue slipped out and licked up his own cheek before biting it in return then tugging on his flesh.

“Yes, Katsu, please. Just kiss me again.”

The blonde chuckled and granted your wish but the kiss was short making you pout when he pulled away and looked at your face.

“I told you, you’re spoiled. From now on, you have to earn the things you want, like a good little girl, got it?” Bakugou spoke with a teasing tone and smile.

“Bullshit.”

Bakugou shook his head and lowered your leg, “You agreed princess, my way. Now go tell mind-fuck over there you’re coming home with me tonight and let’s go.”

You smiled and stood on the tips of your toes to kiss the blondes cheek, “Yes sir - and thank you Katsu ... I know you’ll take good care of me.”

Before you started to walk away Bakugou grabbed your elbow and pulled you back against his body, hand cupping your throat and lips finding yours once again. You couldn’t help the smile that grew as you kissed back, body melting yet again and hand resting on his shoulder. When the kiss broke, Bakugou tugged your lip between his teeth and let a hand snake down your back to squeeze your ass, making you giggle.

“Didn’t you say I needed to earn those?”

Bakugou smirked and draped his arm over your shoulder, walking you both back to the bar, “Consider it an add on item for your rollover minutes.”

You elbowed the blonde with a laugh and applauded his humor. The two of you made it back to all the guys, ignoring the looks they gave. Bakugou started to say his goodbyes to Shouto and Deku while you made it over to Hitoshi.

He grinned at you while shaking his head and you stood between his legs. His hand came up to brush a strand of hair out of your face before kissing your cheek.

“I’d give you a proper kiss but I don’t feel like indirectly kissing Rockhead and Blasty.”

You chuckled and cupped Hitoshi’s face while kissing his cheek and giving each other a hug.

“You have a key right,” you asked your friend.

He nodded.

“Yes kitten. Go do your thing, don’t worry about me being lonely in bed tonight.”

“Wanna have a sleepover?” Denki suddenly popped his head between the two of you.

While you laughed and kissed Denki’s forehead, Kirishima watched and listened from his own spot. Blood boiling over in his veins and jaw clenched. His eyes cut from you to Bakugou who was talking to Sero, catching his own eyes. The blonde smirked at him and squeezed Sero’s shoulder before walking up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist in a greedy manner, dragging your body away.

“But I didn’t get to tell my Deku goodnight!” You whined and reached out for the freckled faced man.

He chuckled and jogged to you, Bakugou stopped long enough for you both to peck the other’s cheek. He then tossed you over his shoulder and smacked your ass again.

“We’ll see those fucking extras tomorrow. You’re mine for the rest of the night,” he stated while walking towards the door with you.

The group watched as you both left. Kirishima sighed, feeling his heart sink deep down into his gut. Hitoshi glanced at him and clicked his tongue as he turned back around to face the bar.

“You’re a fucking idiot.”

The red-head turned around as well and flagged down the bartender yet again then nodded.

“I know.”

#crimson ink #kirishima eijirou x reader #tattoo shop au #hitman au #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha x reader #mha x reader #slow burn #enemies to lovers #bnha writing #mha writing #angst #eventual smut

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grapesodatozier · 4 years

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I don't know if this has been done before ( though I feel like it hasn't cuz I ain't seen it anywhere yet) but virgin Mike with experienced Richie? That would be HOT and sweet and intense

oh man!! you are so right anon, this is super hot and super sweet!! this one is a whole novel lmao so under the cut again

oooooookay so i was gonna make this a fic bc i love this idea so much but i decided that i have so many thoughts that im just gonna talk about it SO. first of all. this is so gd sweet bc like?? the trust here?? like mike being 22 and hes never done anything more than hand stuff, meanwhile richie had a slut phase his sophomore and junior years of college so hes seen a lot lol. so for mike to open up to richie and tell him that hes never done this before?? to not be embarrassed or scared that he'll be bad at it?? to trust that richie will take care of him and wont judge him?? to make himself that vulnerable and feel comfortable and safe?? that just really gets me emotional okay that is beautiful

so here's what im picturing:

friends to lovers ofc bc friends to lovers is that trope!! so mike and richie meet in college, and they've been friends for a few years when one night mike stays later in richies dorm room than everyone else and they stay up til like two just talking, and theyre both a little sleepy but they dont want the night to end, and they've drifted closer together until their breaths are mingling and their noses are just brushing against one another, and mike leans forward and closes the distance bc he cant take the way his heart is racing, and richie is giving him this look thats driving him wild, and he needs to know if richies lips are as soft as they look, and hes so tired and richie is so warm and everything is so quiet it almost feels like a dream. and then richie is kissing him back, soft and intentional at first, but then hes laying mike down and the kiss gets so much deeper it has mikes entire body glowing.

they stay up until 4:30 just kissing and talking and touching each other so gently, just stroking each others cheeks and running knuckles over each others sides, taking in that this is all real. then richie ofc is like "mike youre sleepy i dont want you walking across campus by yourself at 4am and also i dont want you to leave" so mike stays over, and sleeping in richies arms is the best sleep hes gotten since he got to college

so they're a couple, and theyre hooking up, but they're about a month in now and they havent done anything past hand stuff. and richie is super patient, he doesn't wanna rush anything, but he thinks maybe mikes just nervous about being the one to intitiate going further?? so one time when theyre grinding into each other, basically just dry humping on richies bed, richie murmurs in mike's ear, "fuck, baby, wanna get my mouth on that pretty cock of yours so fucking bad" but then mike stiffens, his movements stopping completely, so obviously richies like shit im sorry did i do something wrong?? and then mike is blushing super hard and explains that he's never done anything more than hand stuff and hes really nervous, and richie is so soft for mike, he adores him, and hes just kissing all over his face like "baby, why didn't you tell me? you know i'll take such good care of you" and mike m e l t s and then he gets a little coy like "will you... show me?" all biting his lip and batting his eyes as if he hasn't been jerking off to the thought of asking richie that question for over a year now. and richies response is just what mike wants, he can see his eyes getting darker, and mike is thrilled. and richie kisses him so deeply and passionately like "fuck yes baby, i've got you, i'll show you, baby"

and then clothes are coming off and richies blowing mike bc he insists on going first bc hes so excited to give mike his first blowjob and absolutely blow his mind. and honestly, he doesnt tell mike this until a few weeks later when they've settled into things more, but knowing that he was the only one to ever make mike feel that good made richie feel so warm, and also made his skin burn in the most amazing way, and the whole time mike was moaning and squirming beneath him richie couldnt help but think mineminemine, only mine, and he murmurs things like "my sweet baby" into mikes hip, almost low enough for mike not to hear it, but he does and he absolutely loves it

and then richie is guiding mike through blowing him, and its both so hot and so sweet?? like mikes teeth keep catching every now and then, and like yeah it hurts a bit but its also endearing?? like?? richie loves him so much and this is such an intimate thing and mikes trusting him with this moment in his life?? richie has to keep himself from blurting out his first "i love you" while mikes blushing and apologizing and richies just like "thats okay baby, you're doing so good" bc of course mike wants to be good at this, and then mike says "wanna make you feel good" all shy and a little bit sad and embarrassed and richies like nonono baby you make me feel so good you have no idea, and he cups mikes face and mike nuzzles into his palm bc richie is so warm and he makes mike feel so safe and loved bc he is!!

when they first have penetrative sex (or fuck or make love or what have you) (theres no cute or hot way to say that im sorry i tried lol) mike is on top. richie fingers himself open, then guides mikes fingers into him, and mike gets the hang of that p quickly, his eyes wide in wonder and glued to where his fingers and richies hole come together. richie cannot believe how beautiful mike is and how lucky richie himself is. by this time i imagine they've said "i love you" already, so when mikes sinking into richie he's breathing hard and burying his face in richies neck and just moaning "i love you i love you i love you" while he fucks richie slow and deep, the sensation is so new and so intense for him

and then after getting used to that, a week or two later richie is finally fingering mike open, so carefully and intentionally, taking such good care of him. and mike makes the prettiest faces when richie first sinks into him. and its new, there's a stretch, but it doesn't hurt. in fact, it feels fucking amazing, and thats how mike learns that hes a switch but its like 80/20 in favor of bottoming, its like hes discovered a new level of consciousness or enlightenment lmao and thats just missionary, richie pressing sweet kisses all over mikes face, telling him how beautiful and amazing he is, how good he feels

once they start getting more hot and heavy with it mike is ready to ask richie to fuck him from behind. and mike was a whimperer before, letting out these pretty little moans that richie fucking drank in. but as soon as mikes on all fours and richies fucking into him mike is fucking screaming, like he never understood how people could scream during sex until that moment. in this position richie gets so fucking deep, its insdescribable, and mike is speechless pretty much off the bat, just screaming yesyesyesfuckmefuckmefuckme when he can manage to say actual words. and it catches richie off guard but fuck is it hot to know that mike is literally screaming for his cock, not even caring that other students on that floor can definitely hear it, like could not possibly miss it, and mikes just way too blissed out and fucked out to care bc wow it feels so good its like a whole new thing. mike even bites the pillow the second time they do it, but hes still super loud even then. but the image of mike face down ass up is possibly one of the hottest things richie has ever seen in his life, and he’s absolutely covering mike in kisses once they both come down

wow they're in love i adore them sm!!

so yeah im v on board w this idea lol v sweet, v hot, thank you sm for sending me this!!

#notsfw #wheelzier

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adolanables · 5 years

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INLFUENCED - PART 3 (GD)

A/N: Sorry again about the spacing I really don’t know why that’s happening... I’m on mobile bc my laptop is RIPed so no keep reading. Sorry !!!

The rest of your evening was spent wondering how badly you’d embarrassed yourself at the party, slowly losing the effects of the champagne. Honestly, you barely remembered anyone you’d met –your attention firmly on Grayson for most of the night. You were still a bit unsettled at all of the beautiful women he was constantly around –it was intimidating. He could have anyone he wanted –at least you thought so. Charlotte had made it pretty obvious that the twins’ skills with the ladies were a bit lack-luster. Something you actually appreciated. It wasn’t normal for 19 year olds to be absolute gods with dating or anything related.

You smiled softly to yourself as you washed the remaining makeup off of your face in your sink. He was so painfully awkward trying to flirt with you. Maybe he just hadn’t been as into you the first few times he met you, because tonight was the first time you noticed how BAD it was.

*sorry again about the cupcake : (*

Your phone lit up with a message from the man of the hour, a small giggle leaving your lips.*sorry for getting drunk : )* you shot back, letting him know the cupcake really wasn’t a concern.

*the drunk giggles are pretty cute*

His message made your face turn red and you were very grateful you weren’t anywhere near Charlotte.

—-

The next few days were relatively boring compared to the exciting Saturday evening you’d had. Grayson had texted you into the wee hours of the morning, quizzing you about everything under the sun. He claimed he wanted to know all of your answers to the world’s most important questions.

You only had class two days a week; Monday and Tuesday. The rest of the week was free for you to do homework, relax, and do some occasional free-lance reporting or journaling work. This week it just happened to be the first football game of the season for UCLA –your favorite season of the year. Professor Martin had given you the opportunity to be on the sidelines for the first half of the game and you were unbearably excited.

“Are you going to come up into the stands after half-time?” Charlotte questioned you as she tied her hair up into a ponytail, grabbing a baby blue ribbon to tie around the band.

“Duh.” You rolled your eyes at her, a bit jealous she was able to attend the game in a pair of denim shorts and a jersey.

Due to the possibility of being on camera, your professor had insisted you and the other student dress very professionally. “Stop doubting your outfit, Y/N. You look killer.” Charlotte assured you, noticing you stare just a bit too long at yourself in the full-length mirror in the living room.

Her comment made you feel at least a little better. You were wearing a pair of baby blue pumps, skin-tight leather pants and a tight white blouse with frills on the front. Your hair was beautifully curled, falling down your back smoothly. You liked your outfit, but you hadn’t been this dressed up in public –ever.

—-

“Great job you two!” Professor Martin grinned at you and Mike –the other student who had been selected to participate on the sidelines. “Feel free to head up into the stands!”

You handed your media pass to the professor and headed up towards the student section. The experience had been great –a little less thrilling than you’d expected, but you had taken a few photos and gotten some good notes for an article you could write up next week.

“Y/N!” Charlotte’s voice sounded over the crowd, the student section calm for the time being as the game wasn’t going on currently. Her little blonde head popped up, shooting you a smile and you grinned back at her, heading towards where she was sitting.“Hey lady, you looked good out there!” Charlotte hugged you as you sat down next to her, the smell of beer and popcorn overwhelming you.

“Thanks, Char.” You grinned, glancing around at the crew she was sitting with. The usual gang all said hi and your friend Wes sat down on the other side of you, his arm wrapping around your shoulders and pulling you in for a hug.

“Long time no see Y/L/N.” He smiled down at you, his arm falling off your shoulders and resting behind your lower back. “You look great!”

“Thanks, Wes.” You smiled softly, leaning into him to rest your pained back.

Admittedly, you and Wes had tried out being more than just friends –more than a few times. It never got past some intense make outs, the forced dates were awkward and uncomfortable. There were never any hard feelings, always having a soft spot for each other. If Wes was somewhere, you were bound to be by his side, a bit of a comfort blanket for you in any situation. Soon, the second half started and the entire section stood back up, a groan escaping your mouth as your feet ached from the tall heels. Wes’s long arm wrapped around your waist, hiking you up into his side a bit to take some pressure off your feet.

“Thanks Weswey.” You smiled up at him, his head shaking in embarrassment as you called him his nickname.

——-

At the end of the fourth quarter, the group of you decided to head out seeing the Bruins were up by a healthy margin. You followed Charlotte out of the stadium, Wes and a few of your other friends close behind. A wince escaped your mouth as you nearly twisted your ankle.

“Get on.” Wes rolled his eyes, crouching down in front of you –willing you to get on his back.

You were not going to argue, slipping your heels off into your left hand and hopping up onto his back, your free arm tightening around his shoulders.

The group of you made it about halfway to the parking lot before you heard Charlotte’s friendly voice shriek “Oh hey!”

You didn’t bother to lift your head from Wes’s neck,extremely tired and just ready to be home.

“Y/N.” A familiar voice spoke your name and you shot your head up, your face losing all color as your eyes connected with Grayson’s.

“Grayson, hey!” You smiled at him, hoping to defer any discomfort in the very uncomfortable situation. Charlotte’s eyes were wide and panicked behind you, desperately trying to find a way to help you. “Were you at the game?”

“Uh, yeah –I texted you at halftime.” He furrowed his brow, digging his hands into his pockets. You wanted to hop off of Wes’s back so badly and explain he was just trying to help your poor feet. Ethan and a crew of guys stood behind Charlotte, a look of discontent on Ethan’s face made your stomach flip.

“Oh, sorry, I haven’t checked my phone.” You laughed, wiggling your heels in the air. “Nearly broke my ankle so just needed a ride.”

Grayson squinted at you, still really confused why you were monkeyed onto some guy’s back. You understood why he was upset, but at the same time it wasn’t like you two were dating or anything. You had barely heard from him all week.

“Ah, well –good to see you.” He nodded, backing away from you, towards Ethan. “You too Charlotte.” He smiled down at your small friend, turning on his heel to stand beside Ethan who patted his brother's back assuringly.

“Fuck, Y/N. I should’ve warned you or something.” Charlotte groaned, the group continuing your walk to the parking lot.

“Who was that guy?” Wes questioned beneath you, his lanky legs blurring in your vision. Truly, you wanted to just fall off his back and curl up in a ball and die.

“Someone tripping over his feet for our sweet baby angel Y/N.” Charlotte teased, unlocking her car from a few feet away. Wes set you down and let you slide into the passenger seat, his arms wrapping around you for a quick hug.

“Well, I’m sorry if I caused any problem...” He apologized, his face sinking slightly.

“Don’t apologize Wes, thank you for carrying me –I'll see you soon!” You grinned up at him, shutting the door and sinking into Charlotte’s seat. A frustrated groan leaving your lips as she started to pull out of her parking spot.

—--

“Y/N you have to text him.” Charlotte nudged your knee with her socked foot, pausing the episode of Grey’s Anatomy on the TV. You looked at her and rolled your eyes, throwing your head back on the couch to let out a groan. “You probably hurt his feelings sooo much, you have to at least say something. It’s been an entire week.”

“He probably wants nothing to do with me, Char.” You sighed, staring up at the ceiling. You had typed out a million messages to send Grayson after the game that day, but none of them could express what you wanted to say just right. He hadn’t reached out to you –understandably. For the first time in your life, you found yourself obsessively checking Instagram to see if he had pulled the trigger and unfollowed you. Surprisingly, he hadn’t yet, but you figured it would be coming soon…

“Well you can find out -” Charlotte snatched your phone out of your hand and shoved it in your face. “TEXT. HIM.”

“Ugh, FINE!” You screamed, throwing your hands up in frustration before gripping the phone and going to Grayson’s message thread. Geez, you really had no idea what to say –not only did you need to apologize for the Wes situation, but now you needed to apologize for how long it took you to say anything. Charlotte eyed you out of the side of her eye, pressing play on the TV, but making sure you actually followed through. About fifteen attempts later, you finally pressed send.

*Hey... I’m really sorry it took me this long to say something, but I really want to explain what happened last weekend.*

He responded rather quickly, making Charlotte smirk at you –like she knew he was just waiting to hear from you.

*Yeah I’d like to hear that explanation...*

A simple response, but enough to make you feel uneasy.*Can I call? It’s a lot to type out..*

The absolute last thing you wanted to do was stumble over your apology on a phone call, but you were having such a hard time finding the words to send to him in a text message.

*How about I come by? Be there in an hour?*

“Charlotte, he’s coming HERE-” You shrieked, burying your head into the pillow next to you. “I just wanted a phone call!”

“Looks like I’ll be spending the rest of the evening in my room...” She giggled, standing upto gather her things. “Be NICE, Y/N.”

—-

“Hey.” Grayson’s voice was quiet and deep as he stood on your front porch. Hands tucked deep into the pockets of his gray sweatpants, a simple white t-shirt clinging to his upper body. His hair was a bit damp -like he had just showered.

“Hi.” You muttered, stepping back from the door so he could step inside. Your socked feet lead him into your small bedroom, a small smile played on his lips as he looked around at your space.

“Cute posters.” He teased, nodding towards the decades old Jonas Brothers’ posters accompanied by new and improved ones. He sunk down onto the edge of your bed, kicking his shoes off and getting himself comfortable.“So...”

The nerves were racking your body, finding it extremely difficult to speak. The Bruins hoodie you wore just barely covered your upper thighs, a pair of Nike spandex shorts on underneath. “Last weekend.” You brought up the dreaded topic and sat down next to him on the edge of the bed.

“Yea... last weekend.” He glanced over at you, his brow furrowing in thought. “I’m sorry I made that so awkward.”

You shook your head, staring down at your hands. “Wes is just a friend –honestly –I just didn’t know how to explain that to you when I was glued to his back...”

“It didn’t really look like you two were just friends?” He turned to face you a little more directly, his jaw clenching and unclenching with every breath.

“Long-term best friends.” You assured him, pulling your knees to your chest. Yes, you were lying a little bit, but trying to explain to Grayson that you’d ever been more with Wes didn’t seem like a good idea for the current moment. “I didn’t text sooner because I didn’t know what to say... you seemed really upset with me.”

“Well... yeah.” He rolled his eyes at you, inching away from you slightly –he was clearly still irritated. “That’s my bad though, I think I just got a little ahead of myself.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s not like we are dating or anything.” He shrugged, connecting his hazel eyes to your y/e/c ones. “We’re just friends too. I shouldn’t have gotten jealous.” His voice was cold and serious, it sent chills down your spine. For a moment, you felt your face fall –showing your emotion. Quickly, you pulled the corners of your mouth up into a small smile, hopeful Grayson didn’t see the quick falter.

“Right -yea.” You nodded at him confidently. He smiled at you widely, his eyes crinkling up in amusement as he patted his knees, standing up off your bed. Honestly, you were confused. Why had he driven all the way here to just... tell you that you two were just friends?

“Well, now that we got that worked out...” he stood up and slipped his shoes back on, his hands tucked back into his pockets. “I’m gonna head out.” He wasn’t making eye contact with you, but you weren’t really sure what to say. You almost felt as if he was being... mean to you?

“Oh, um –yeah.” You muttered awkwardly, standing up next to him, nearly jogging behind him down the hallway. “Bye?”

He stepped out the door and waved behind his back quickly, sliding in his car and taking off. Scattered thoughts flew across your mind as he drove away. What had just happened? Honestly, in the short few weeks you’d known this guy it was like you’d met three different versions of him. Nice, cookie-cutter, standard Youtube boy you expected. Shy, painfully awkward, expected 19 year old. Then this one –mean, cold, and sarcastic definitely unexpected. You shook your head, heading back towards your room.

As you laid down for the night, your fingers quickly tapped your phone screen –a nightly habit you were slowly forming. As you clicked on your list of followers and searched Grayson’s name, you couldn’t help the tears welling up in your eyes as you realized he no longer followed you. Angrily, you went to his page and unfollowed him, not wanting him to have the satisfaction of you being another fangirl.

——-

“He isn’t going to be there, Y/N.” Charlotte assured you, rummaging through your closet to find you a cute outfit for the night. “He was at ONE party.”

“But what if he is?!”You groaned, still tucked firmly under your covers –convinced you were not going to this massive party.

“Well, then you’re gonna look good as hell so he regrets how he treated you!” Charlotte tossed a few pieces of clothing at you and pointed towards your bathroom. “Get dressed –it's almost 9!”

As Charlotte did your hair and makeup, you tried to calm down the nerves racing through your body. After you unfollowed Grayson, you hadn’t heard from him –not that you expected to. He was active on Instagram, posting stories daily, but you resisted watching them. Honestly, you were still pissed off. You had taken down the picture he took of you and made your Instagram private again. At one point this week you had even deleted the app off your phone.

——

Your tall black wedges clicked on the pavement as you walked arm in arm with Charlotte towards the large house. She had curled your hair, pinning a few pieces back from your face. The black leather shorts and long-sleeved white body suit showed off all of your curves and accentuated your skin-tone. As much as you hoped Grayson wasn’t anywhere near this party, part of you wished he would be, so you could ignore him and show him what he’s missing.

——-

“Woah, woah, Y/N -slow down.” Charlotte hissed as you downed your sixth shot of the night. You could feel the effects already, but at this point you really didn’t' want to feel anything.

As soon as you walked into the party you immediately made eye contact with Grayson –you knew he saw the startled look in your eyes when he leaned over to whisper to his brother, a laugh falling from his lips. Since then, you and Charlotte had been in the kitchen playing a game with a few others –you were losing on purpose so you could drink as much as possible.

“Come on, grumpy –let's dance.” You yanked Charlotte behind you, heading back into the main room where you knew Grayson was. Your body intertwined with Charlotte’s the two of you slowly moving your bodies back and forth to the song blaring through the house. The euphoria of feeling slightly out of your mind and dancing to a loud song soon hit you, all thoughts of Grayson leaving your mind.

—-

“There’s no way in hell I’m jumping in the pool.” Charlotte backed away from the group of you playing truth or dare –shaking her head vigorously. Most of the party had moved outside as it was getting a bit too steamy in the confined space. You and about ten other people were playing truth or dare and Charlotte had just been dared to jump into the pool.

At this point you weren’t really sure how much you had had to drink –watching Grayson talk to a beautiful blonde girl in the corner had made you take at least 6 more shots. She was exactly the type of girl you had pictured him with, so you were trying your best to not be able to remember any of this tomorrow. Charlotte continued screeching about how unfair this dare was for a few seconds before her small body was suddenly being shoved into the illuminated pool by a red-headed guy in a snapback.

“What is wrong with you?” You shouted at him, looking frantically at the pool as Charlotte thankfully had resurfaced. Her eyes were shooting daggers at the kid who thought this was the funniest thing he had ever seen.

As you leaned down to help her out of the pool, the jerk placed his hands on your upper back firmly and shoved. Soon your entire body was engulfed by cool water, anger raging through you as you swam up to the top and gripped the edge of the pool next to Charlotte.

“Dude, what the hell?” A familiar voice sounded from the other side of the pool, his jaw was locked, eyes glued to the red-head. Ethan stood next to him, fists clenched as he followed his younger brother around the edge of the pool. Soon they were standing face to face with the red-head –both more than a few inches taller than him.

“You think that’s funny? Harassing women?”

“It was a joke man, relax.” The kid held his hands up in defense, scurrying away quickly before either of them had a chance to act further. While this was happening, Charlotte had managed to pull herself out of the pool, her small black dress clinging to her body, but mostly unharmed. As she held her hand out to help you, you shook your head at her, motioning down to your soaked –now see-through –white body-suit. She gasped, burying her face in her hands as she realized you weren’t wearing a bra either. Grayson soon turned his attention to the two soaked women next to him –Charlotte crouched down next to you.

He furrowed his brow at you, motioning around with his hand -“Y/N get out of the pool?” Ethan stood behind his brother, making sure the rest of the party went back to their business.

“She can’t.” Charlotte glared up at him.

“And why can’t she?” Grayson shot back at her, frustration evident in his voice.

“My shirt is seeee through.” You rolled your eyes at him, the liquid courage making your words a little slower and your confidence sky-rocket.

Honestly at this point you really would have just gotten out of the pool, not really caring that you were practically naked. Thankfully, Charlotte knew this and was holding your shoulder down in the water so you couldn’t hop out.

“Oh.” Grayson muttered, his eyes going straight to the ground –clearly unsure what to do.

“Here.” Ethan spoke up behind him, stepping forward to hand Charlotte his denim jacket that was once on his shoulders. Charlotte grinned up at him softly as the two boys stepped away, turning their backs to you as Charlotte helped you out of the pool and wrapped the jacket around you –successfully covering you up.

“Thank you.” You shouted at Ethan, making them both turn around to look at you. Charlotte was busy untying your shoes as they walked back over to where you stood. Ethan just nodded at you, as if he would have given the clothes off his back for anyone.

“Yea thanks.” Charlotte confirmed, standing up next to you –a firm arm around your waist as she noticed your unsteadiness. “We should probably head home... come on Y/N.”

She attempted to tug you along with her towards the back gate, but you stomped your bare feet into the grass. “No, wait!” You slurred, pointing a finger at Grayson. “Why Grayson?”

“Why?” He shot at you, confused.

“Why’d you lead me on –when you know you don’t like girls like me –why?” Your voice trailed off at the end of your rant, your confidence faltering and lower lip trembling as he looked at you incredulously. Never in your life would you have yelled at a man like this - drunk or not.

“What are you talking about?” He spoke quietly, his voice deep and serious. Ethan stood facing away from the three of you, truly minding his business until he was needed. “I didn’t lead you on, Y/N.”

You felt your lower lip tremble more aggressively, tears welling up in your eyes and spilling onto your cheeks as Charlotte comfortingly gripped your wrist. Sobs escaped your lips and even drunk you knew how much you were embarrassing yourself.

“Bye guys...” Charlotte muttered, tugging you along with her –you fully complying this time as Grayson watched you walk away sobbing, not stopping you once.

#grayson dolan #adolanables #ethan dolan #dolan twins #grayson dolan imagine #grayson dolan smut #grayson #grayson dolan fanfic #ethan #influenced!grayson #influenced #grayson imagine #dolan fanfic

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pipsqueakparker · 5 years

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10!

A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it

i have been on hold with con edison for over an hour just trying to ask a question about my gd electricity bill so here, i am going to use this prompt to create a third part to this lil’ series i’ve created i guess (if it gets angsty, it’s bc of how frustrated i am about how long i’ve been on hold, so full blame goes to coned)

pt. 1

pt. 2

BAZ

I never thought Simon would be good at keeping a secret. (You can’t blame me, he did spend a majority of our fifth year trying to convince the entirety of Watford that I was a vampire, I was only lucky that he didn’t really know he was right.) But we’ve been snogging for over a month now and he’s not blabbed it to the entire school. Or even to Penelope Bunce, which is the most impressive, because he tells her everything. It makes sense, for a long time she was his only confidant, and apparently sometimes felt like his only friend.

“What about Wellbelove?” I’d asked when he told me that just a few nights ago, splayed out across my bed with his head on my chest, fingers tracing abstract patterns across my skin.

“She didn’t like hearing about... well, most things.” I could hear the frown in his voice and my arm tightened around his middle. “Only the ‘normal’ things, like how classes were, things like that. She never really liked all the crazy missions the Mage would send us on, and she never really understood that stuff like Penny did. And she really didn’t understand me and Penny.”

“Have you told either of them about... this?” I wanted to hide how nervous I was to ask, but I’m still not sure I managed all that well. He leaned up on his elbow, looking down at me with his breathtakingly plain eyes.

“Not yet.” To my surprise, he seemed just as nervous to broach the topic. We really hadn’t talked about this, about what it was, we just. Did. Simon doesn’t like thinking about things, and I can’t say I’ve been jumping at the idea of labels and telling people. “D’ya... uhm.” He swallowed, eyes dropping to stare at the mattress. “I figured you wouldn’t - Didn’t really think you’d want me to, did I?”

The way he wouldn’t look at me, his words, it all made something constrict in my chest that I tried to ignore. I cleared my throat, eyes boring into the ceiling rather than looking at him, and gave one curt nod. “Best we didn’t.”

It still leaves that heavy feeling on my chest, remembering that night. The conversation, the first time we mutually decided to keep this a secret. He won’t tell Bunce, and I sure as hell won’t be telling Niall or Dev. And it’s all for the best, because the moment whatever this is becomes public knowledge it’s no longer just ours. It’ll become weighted down with expectations, with questions, with all of the shit we already carry day in and day out.

Every kiss already feels like it could be the end. I still anticipate the day he comes back and tells me he’s had his fun, but now it’s over. That he’s back with Wellbelove and they’re in love and already planning to marry. It feels so fragile as it is, I fear what happens if we add the weight of reality.

So, it’s a secret. Just between us, just behind this door. (And sometimes in the little hidden away corridors and corners we stumble upon. I think Simon realized how much of a thrill I feel when we do that, so he’s started seeking these spaces out just to steal me away to them in the middle of breakfast or dinner, even between classes.)

The difficult part is remembering that, to everyone else, we are still enemies. I have to check myself every time I look at him, make sure my face hasn’t gone too soft at the sight of him. He’s had to catch himself, too, and much more frequently it would seem. He’ll often glance over at me in the dining hall and quickly have to school his expression from that soft smile of his into a, albeit less heated than usual, glare.

The even more frustrating part is remembering that in our room when Penelope sneaks in. She and Simon are working on some project or another, and she claims that Simon gets too distracted when they work in the library. He doesn’t seem any less distracted in here, but after she realized I wasn’t going to tell anyone about her visits, she’s insisted on working here. And it’s so much harder in here, to remember to hate him. This is our space, where we don’t have to pretend.

Unless Bunce is around. Which she is today, again, for the fourth day in a row. I don’t know what project they’re working on, but I hope it’s finished soon. She’s hunched over Simon’s desk, while Simon sits on the edge of it and watches her scribble furiously at a paper. He’s got a book open in his hands, but I’ve not seen him look at it in the past hour. Every so often he’ll point to something and mumble under his breath, to which Bunce will purse her lips in consideration before erasing or marking something out.

He tells her something else before looking across the room at me, catching me watching him. His lips spread into one of his sly grins, and I think he’s trying to raise an eyebrow but his face refuses to contort in such a way and instead he’s giving me this ridiculous look with one eye halfway shut and his nose scrunched up a bit. I want to kiss his ridiculous face.

But I can’t. Because Bunce is right there, and if the past week is any indication, she’ll be here well into the night.

I sigh and stand, and feel Simon’s eyes on me as I stretch my back before grabbing my book bag.

“Where’re you off to?” He asks, watching me slip on my shoes.

“Library.” I answer shortly, afraid I’ll give it all away with just my tone of voice. Bunce doesn’t even look up as I walk to the door.

“Wait.” Simon catches my arm as I walk past the desk, pulling me to a stop right in front of him. “Do you still have a key to the kitchen?”

“Yes.” His face lights up and I can’t do it. Bunce is still scratching away at her paper, she’s not watching, so I let myself smile at the expression he gives me. It only makes him smile wider. “Why, Snow?”

“D’ya think you could nick something on your way back? We had to leave dinner early to start working.”

“What, didn’t manage to get your third helping?” I tease, and hope it doesn’t sound too fond. Or at the very least, that Bunce is too focused to pay us any mind.

Simon rolls his eyes, and that gesture is definitely too fond, because he’s still smiling. At me. He tries to stick out his bottom lip, which doesn’t quite mix with the whole smiling situation, but it’s still adorable. “Please?”

“Fine.” I make a show of rolling my own eyes and sighing. “I’ll be back in a couple hours, think you can survive until then?”

“I may manage.”

His hand is still on my arm and he uses it to pull me into him, kisses me, chaste and sweet, before letting go.

That is the moment I remember Bunce is right there, and she has turned away from her work to look up at us. Her eyes are wide behind the frames of her glasses, brows shot so far up they’re almost lost to her hairline. Simon realizes the mistake at the same moment I do, his eyes shift from me to Penelope and back.

“Shit,” he swears under his breath, but that’s the last I hear because I turn on my heel and rush through the door. I think I hear him call my name, I may even catch Penelope’s voice, but I’m halfway down the stairs before either of them even register.

I didn’t think Snow would be good at keeping secrets, and it turns out I was right. It turns out we’re both pretty shite at keeping secrets.

#snowbaz #snowbaz fic #simon snow #baz pitch #penelope bunce #prompt #drabble prompt #ficlet #drabble #bc ao3 makes me actually name shit this series has gotten the most ridiculous name #literally just bc i was listening to all american rejects earlier today #whops #ace-of-haerts

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swanderful1 · 5 years

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Duplicity: Ch 12/?

Summary:�� Secrets shroud the homes of the idyllic Willow Lane. Its newest resident, Emma Swan is no exception. In a place where perception is everything, the facade begins to crack. And Emma finds herself staring down the deep, dark secrets that the neighborhood was built on and that nothing is as it seems. Not even the blue eyed gardener.

Notes: If anyone's still out there, here is chapter 12!!! Thanks so much for all of the support and understanding. Writing a second story while also going through some pretty massive changes in my life has been so hard. And it often knocks out my creative energy all together. But I was able to write this (over several months unfortunately) and hope to continue to do so.

Shout out as always to my angels: my beta @resident_of_storybrooke, @shady-swan-jones for the artwork and @onceuponaprincessworld who always checks in and supports my long and excessive writing process.

Read the whole GD thing on AO3 and FFnet.

Killian could hardly believe his eyes as he stared at the name on the paper. He closed them tightly and reopened again. Bent the paper into the light from the window. Put it down and walked away only to refocus seconds later but the print stayed the same. The amount stayed the same. And from those two very convenient elements he could assume only one thing.

Cora Mills was his mother’s step-sister. Which made her his step-aunt. Which was so insane to him he sat down on the corner of the bed to process it. The paper still in his hand as he stared straight ahead at the mess on the desk.

Had Liam known? Of course he had to have known, the marriage license and the check left conveniently close to one another. Killian ran his hand through his hair, clutching tightly to his scalp as if that would keep him from experiencing the throbbing headache that had appeared out of nowhere.

When his father died, years ago, the shotgun to the back of his head, a part of Killian was gone with him. And then shortly after, his mother being locked away for being the one responsible for his father’s death, another part of Killian left. Liam’s passing was yet another piece of him that disappeared. He had resigned himself to believe there was no family ties for him left in this town. Now to come to the realization that of all people, he could possibly be related to the very woman he suspected was tied to the Gold family.

“Bloody hell,” he mumbled to no one but himself. There was no one else to mumble to. The only people who could potentially relate to his in any capacity were gone. One dead. One in prison.

Then he thought of Emma.

Certainly he could tell her, couldn’t he? Though he had sufficiently muddied up that situation as well. She had all but stormed out of the room the night before. So quick he could barely get his thoughts together to tell her why he didn’t want to have her in that room.

How he wanted her so badly but couldn’t fathom doing it in the same spot he had lost himself. It was complicated, and while he wanted to explain that to her he also didn’t want to overwhelm her. After all, they hadn’t known each other all that long and he knew Emma didn’t open her heart to just anyone. If that was where she thought of him.

Killian looked at his phone. There were no new messages, no missed calls. Of course Emma had his number but he knew better than to expect to hear from her. It was only right for him to reach out.

On the third ring she answered. Her smooth voice echoing in his ear. There was a hint of disappointment in her tone.

“What?” was all she said.

“Emma,” Killian didn’t know where to begin. There was so much. Especially as a huge puzzle piece sat in his hands. But to him the most pressing issue felt like he wanted that note of disappointment in her voice gone. Because right now he was the reason for it. “Can we meet somewhere?”

“Why?”

“There are some things I need to talk to you about and I don’t… I don’t necessarily feel comfortable doing it over the phone.”

“I don’t know.”

“Emma, love, I-” He didn’t want to say too much, to mince words or screw things up even worse. But he also wasn’t comfortable with being complacent.

“Neal’s home right now.” She cut him off. “It’ll be harder for me to sneak out.”

“I understand.” He was almost ready for her to hang up. “But it’s essential that we talk in person. There are things I need to explain. I can wait all day. I can wait until tomorrow. But not much longer than that.”

For a few seconds she was silent, and he worried he was too harsh.

“Can you meet at Irwin Park, just after sunset?”

“Of course,” he could hardly mask his relief. It would be several hours before sunset, and he had a lot of digging to do before he saw Emma and would attempt to figure out how all of this connected.

Just before sunset Killian pulled his truck into the parking lot next to Irwin Park. The last of the families were leaving. Tired children carted away in strollers from the playground. A couple walking toward their car with a small dog on a leash. There was a time in Killian’s life when he and Milah would have been that couple. An unassuming looking pair sharing a quiet evening walking around a pond.

After losing his family, Milah was his family. She was everything to him for so long. But then eventually she was gone too.

Killian lost Milah far before she actually died though. In the final months of their relationship she was unrecognizable. Scatterbrained. Paranoid. A ghost of who she once was. In the back of his mind he knew it was the drugs. He knew the cocaine had a lot to do with it. But he also knew there was something else. There were other forces at work that dragged her away from him. With the folder of information he had gathered in his hand, he felt closer than ever to figuring out exactly how all of this was connected. Or if it was connected at all.

Fifteen minutes later, all of the cars had cleared out. The sky was almost entirely dark. The place was desolate, creepy even as the wind caught a swing and blew it in the breeze. Emma’s headlights whipped around the bend to nearly blind Killian as her Range Rover faced his truck.

“Bloody hell,” he threw his arm up to block out the high beams. As capable as Emma seemed to be at most things, driving was not one of them. “Are you trying to blind me?”

“Sorry,” she mumbled, locking her car and walking toward him. Her long hair tied off in a braid. A loose black sweater wrapped around her. Legs shapely in a pair of jeans. He never knew what to expect from her. The stepford wife in elegant party dresses or this version. The stripped down, laid back youthful Emma.

“I was worried you wouldn’t show.”

“I wouldn’t do that.” She stood before him, a few inches away. Her determined green eyes serious even in the dark of the night he could tell. “Some things are more important than… uh…”

“Last night, I want to apologize for,” Killian wanted to reach out and touch her. The way her soft complexion caught the light of the setting sun as she sat in the passenger seat. He could smell her sweet perfume, he was intoxicated by that alone. “I don’t want you to think that I don’t, that I didn’t want you.”

“We don’t have to get into it.” Her body language shifted, and she was stone faced. Serious, almost sad. “There is too much at stake right now, with everything that’s going on.”

He thought she was done, but her pause was because her eyes had begun to brim with tears. It looked like she was biting her tongue, like if she opened her mouth the dam would burst.

“Emma…” he pulled her to him just as the first tear fell. His arms wrapped around her, and she leaned completely into him. Her hands grasping at the fabric of his shirt. Her cheek on his chest as he felt the breath move her spine. In the time Killian had known her, he had never seen her crack. With the immeasurable amount of stress she was under daily she held it all together. Until this very moment. “Darling, breathe.”

“It’s too much.”

“Aye, of course it is.” His hand drew soothing circles along her back, which seemed to calm her just a bit. “I’ve got you.”

She pushed herself up so she was face to face with him but not out of his arms.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he tried. Wiping the tear from her cheek with the back of his finger. Her eyes gently closed, the long dark lashes fluttered to expel the remainder of her tears. The green orbs were vibrant after she had stopped crying, and Killian felt like he could look into them for hours. This was certainly not what he had in mind when he had called her here.

“Not really.” Slowly she released her grip on his shirt, and allowed some distance between them. But their legs still touched and she was still on the center seat instead of the passenger. It was hard for him not to notice that. “I want to talk about my feelings about as much as I want a root canal.”

There was a quiet that settled over them. A lightness for just a moment as Emma calmed and Killian smiled. For a few seconds, while they were the only two in the park, it felt like they were the only two in the world.

“It’s Neal,” she finally said, looking away from him out the windshield to the pink sky. “He was around today. Which was odd, obviously.”

Killian’s good hand still ran along the sleeve of her sweater, massaging a trail up and down that seemed to calm her as she spoke.

“He brought up getting married again, for real.” Emma started to laugh, but it wasn’t the bright one he had come to recognize. It was darker. “I had almost forgotten about all of that. That his plans include locking me in.”

He brushed a lock of hair off of her face with his prosthetic. The pale blonde color tangling in its digits. They were getting closer to Neal wanting to marry her to legitimize him, and even if Emma wanted to she couldn’t leave. Unless she wanted to look over her shoulder for August her whole life.

“Everyday I get closer to this...” she gestured to the ring on her finger. The ostentatious diamond that symbolized her fake marriage. “Closer to this being real.”

Killian had allowed her to speak without interruption, to get all of her feelings out on the table. She trusted him. And he, her. But this time when she paused, she only looked at him. As if she needed him to say something, someone to tell her everything would be okay.

“I will do everything in my power to make sure that doesn’t happen.” Even if his reasons for doing so weren’t entirely pure. There was a large part of him that wanted her to be free, to not have to worry about getting sucked into a loveless marriage or arrested as an accessory to crimes she did not commit. There was also a small, selfish part of him that wanted her all to himself. “I promise.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

“I would never.” He was going to add ‘you can trust me’ but he realized that she already seemed to. Completely. As she had been so vulnerable with him just now. “Emma I’m just as invested in this as you are.”

“I know,” she smiled. “That’s why it works.”

He smiled back at her, content to relish in that for a while. But he had come here for a reason, and given how upset Emma had just been time was, absolutely, of the essence. As if it hadn’t been before.

“There’s something I need to tell you,” Killian finally said when silence had settled over them. “This morning I, uh, I went to Liam’s room for the first time. Since his passing. And I found something.”

This time she allowed him to speak, her eyes wide with concern as he pulled out the folder he had brought along with him.

“It’s a check, from when Liam first started the business years ago. His first check to be precise. And I assumed he had saved it as something of a memento.”

Killian handed Emma the paper. And watched as her eyes ran over it.

“Why in the world was Cora giving your brother $10,000?”

“It’s not just that,” he shifted. Getting ready to open up about another part of him. “The last name on there. Her maiden name, it’s the same as my mother’s.”

“What?!”

“Delaney.” He shifted. Emma knew of his mother, she knew quite a bit about him actually. But he rarely elaborated on that situation. For fear of reopening that wound. “My mother had a step-sister. So my conclusion is that they’re somehow related.”

“Your mom’s never mentioned her?”

“No, my family is a bit… well my mum was estranged from her family. And then when everything happened with my father, that was like the nail in the coffin.”

“Killian…” It was she who reached out for him. Her hand that found his leg. It was such a simple gesture but so comforting to him. It wasn’t often someone knew the whole story.

“I don’t know my grandparents on her side, and certainly not her siblings… obviously not her step siblings.”

“So what does this mean do you think?”

“I don’t know, love, I wish I did.” He laid his hand over hers, almost expecting her to shift away but she didn’t. Instead she leaned closer, her head on his chest, her ear to where his beating heart was. “It’s something I’ll need to address with my mum though.”

“I don’t know much about how families work, but it seems like that’s something she should have told you. Or mentioned.”

“Aye, so it makes me wonder. What all is being covered up, you know?”

“And the $10,000?”

“It doesn’t make sense that Liam would have been given that so early on. Certainly not as a first customer. Unless there was something else tied to that money.”

“Like a secret.”

“Like a deep secret.”

“So what do we do?” she asked, doe eyes and all staring up at him. He indulged again in the luxury of being able to run his fingers through her hair, and examine her bare face. She was stripped down like this, natural. And completely beautiful. “We need to find a weak point. Someone who can give some insight but without realizing they’re doing it.”

“But who?”

“There’s got to be someone Cora doesn’t get along with. Someone who resents her enough to spill on what that lady is up to all day.”

“If there is they’re probably too scared to talk.”

“Someone like her daughter….”

“Regina? Have you met her? She’s like Cora-lite.”

“No. The other one. The one she doesn’t like as much…. Zelena.”

They sat for a while. Until the sun was completely set and the sky was pitch black. The stars were out tonight, and the air was warm. Together Killian and Emma devised a plan. One that would allow access to the pressure point. To Zelena. She was the natural choice. But eventually Emma had to go, she had been missing from her home long enough. And being that Neal was actually home she had to be somewhat around.

“How did you end up sneaking out of the house, if you don’t mind me asking?” Killian wondered aloud.

A wry smile came across Emma’s face, “I dumped all of the milk he uses for his cereal down the drain and said I needed to run out for more.”

“A classic.” He smiled back at her, sometimes the lighter things snuck in between them. And he couldn’t say he didn’t enjoy those moments.

“And about last night…” he started, treading carefully.

“What about last night?” she was serious again. And a wave of guilt crashed over Killian.

“Surely you can’t think I didn’t want to…”

“That was how it seemed to me. We can keep this friendly.”

“Emma,” His hand that was wrapped around her moved to pull her jaw toward him. “Of course I wanted to. I want you.”

Through the dark she stared at him, her eyes searching his face for dishonesty, for a hint of an excuse to counter his declaration.

“But when I have you it won’t be there.” He bent so his lips grazed the shell of her ear. “When I have you it will be somewhere new, fresh. Where you’ll see it and only think of me.”

Her silence was all he needed to hear, the quickening of her breath. She knew it was crazy to think he didn’t want her. She could feel the heat radiating between them now as they sat so close. As his hand ran up the side of her arm to cup her cheek.

Closing the gap between them his lips met hers, passionate. Assertive. It was the kind of kiss that left no room for the imagination. Whatever he was feeling for her, all of the desire he felt he poured into it.

“Now tell me, Emma, do you truly want to keep this ‘friendly’?”

Unblinking, she gulped. “No.”

“I didn’t think so.”

Emma sat stunned for a few seconds before righting herself and preparing to leave the truck.

“I’ll um, I’ll see you Saturday then,” she said, a flush of pink on her cheeks.

“I look forward to it, love.”

And with that she was gone. Leaving in her path the scent of her sweet aroma. Killian let out a deep breath, it had taken every ounce of restraint to not drive to the nearest hotel and whisk her away into the night. But he knew that he couldn’t do that. Not when she had Neal waiting at home for her.

So for tonight he would have to let her go.

Emma Swan had always thought of herself as perceptive.

She could easily tell if someone was lying.

She noticed nervous ticks people had.

She picked up on habitual behavior quite easily.

Most importantly, though, she could tell if someone was watching her.

And at the moment, the pair of eyes watching her belonged to none other than the man she had been actively avoiding for almost a week. Killian Jones. The baby blues raking over her, Emma’s back to where he was in the backyard. The residual embarrassment of him effectively rejecting her sexual advances was still a fresh wound. Only to be followed up by the most tender and confusing time together in his truck. All of it was racing through her head as he stood within her line of vision. None of this was anything she wanted to address at 9 am on a Saturday morning.

Feeling Killian’s eyes on her but too stubborn to look at him, Emma continued to set the table on her patio. Focusing not on her gardener but instead on the long, glass surface now set for a proper brunch. Filled with breakfast pastries, fruit bowls, quishes, crystal orange juice pitchers, the perfectly placed gardenia arrangements. The meticulousness of it all distracting her from the obvious fact that at some point she would need to talk to Killian. She had done a smooth job of avoiding him throughout the past week. Not answering his calls, being out of the house when she knew he would be working in the yard. She needed to focus, couldn’t cave to the insane yoyo they were playing every time they saw each other.

Today though there was no way around it, she would need to be home while he was there. Because for the first time in a while, Emma was expecting company.

Emma straightened the gold cutlery that framed the place settings, her left hand wearing her diamond engagement ring for appearances. The band of her wired watch ready to pick up any ancillary conversations her brunch would bring.

From across the yard she and Killian made eye contact. Unmistakable lingering eye contact. Her hand unconsciously drifting to the ring on her finger. As if covering it from his view would make it go away.

“Emma! Where are my golf spikes!” Neal yelled from inside more than he asked.

Suddenly she felt exposed, wrapping the silk robe around her tightly she stole away inside. As she walked to the garage, where she had hidden Neal’s shoes to fuck with him, she tried to calm herself down. It was all going to be okay but she needed to focus.

Emma sat in her massive closet and distracted herself from the pink hue of her cheeks by applying more foundation. She topped off with a hint of mascara and a spritz of Chanel No 5.

As much as she liked that Killian’s presence brought the natural pink color back into her cheeks, she knew having the ladies over for brunch required her full attention. Which would be hard enough to do with him lingering in the yard.

After putting on a yellow linen sundress, perfectly pressed and fitted, she tied her hair back into a tight bun. Her hair being as curly as it was, ran wild with the humidity. It was just easier to restrict it with a hairband. Finished readying herself, she took one last look at Neal’s side of the closet. Each shirt perfectly dry-cleaned, pressed and hung in a row. It was tempting to not just rip them all down. Let them collect on the ground in a pile of wrinkles.

Emma Swan never thought of herself as one of the ladies who lunch, or in this case brunch. In fact for most of her life she had navigated without forming any meaningful connections at all. But today she was and she looked the part. Her nails were painted a dainty cream color. Her pale yellow dress swung in a skirt that fanned just above her waist, moving elegantly as she escorted each guest to the perfectly placed table. Ensuring everyone had the exact drink they wanted.

Mary Margaret was the first to arrive, bringing with her a steaming basket of blueberry muffins. It was when she came back out onto the porch with Mary Margaret in toe, that she realized something was different about the table.

“Wow, Emma those roses are beautiful,” were the first words out of Mary Margaret’s mouth when they stepped onto the porch. Emma whipped her head around to see what her friend was talking about when she saw the table.

The red roses stood out against the washed out whites and golds of the tablescape. Emma had hardly noticed how void of personality it looked until the pop of red had been added in lieu of the white. A quick glance into the yard confirmed Killian had been the one to add the red roses to the flower arrangements. He gave her a subtle wink. She imagined Killian’s calloused, dirt covered hands arranging each rose with the utmost of care. An involuntary smile crossed her face before she caught herself.

“Emma these pastries are lovely,” Zelena said taking a bite of one of the light, fluffy croissants. The words strung together were nice but the more the meal went on the more Emma realized Zelena was the type of person who could always make something sound like an insult. As she bit into one of Mary Margaret’s muffins and neglected to comment.

“Thank you, they’re from Granny’s.” Emma was bummed Ruby couldn’t be here, but in fairness it was Saturday at brunch time and she needed to be at work at the restaurant. At least Mary Margaret was there.

“You know it’s so hard to find decent bakeries these days. Everything’s so commercialized around here anymore.”

Emma couldn’t say she disagreed. Remembering back to the first day she arrived in Storybrooke, and all she could see were suburban developments and chain restaurants.

“That’s what happens when a town grows, Zelena,” Regina chimed in from the end of the table. She had shown up 25 minutes late, while on the phone, and had barely spoken a word since she had arrived. At the head of the table, wearing a dark sensible blazer, it looked more like Regina was attending a conference not a brunch.

“I happen to think it can grow without turning into a giant strip mall… but again maybe that’s why I’m not in charge.”

Emma leaned back in her chair and sipped the cold mimosa in her glass. Most of the morning had been this way. The two sisters taking any shot they could at each other without actually laying a hand on one another.

“Does anyone need another drink? I need another one.” Emma drained her mostly full mimosa and stood up from the table. Any time the air got too tense she made a dash for the kitchen. Hosting had one advantage, she could pretend to be polite while also avoiding the situation completely.

“I’ll help,” Mary Margaret said abruptly, standing from the table to follow Emma. The look on her friend’s face said ‘you’re not leaving me out here alone with them’.

“They’ve been going at it the whole time,” Mary Margaret sighed, setting the champagne flute down on the marble counter. Emma’s kitchen, despite the brunch, was impeccably clean. She preferred to keep up with messes as she went. They were easier to manage that way.

“I never had a sister but even in my wildest dreams I never imagined they would be this terrible.”

“I don’t think their relationship is typical…” Mary Margaret crossed her arms. Emma rarely heard her friend say anything negative about anyone. “As long as I’ve known them they’ve been ridiculously competitive.”

“Competitive I can understand but they seem like downright enemies.”

“What do you expect with a mother like they have?”

“Cora can’t possibly be that bad…” Emma felt bad pushing for more on Cora from Mary Margaret, as much as she knew that was the purpose of this brunch she cared about Mary Margaret. She didn’t want to treat her like a pawn.

“She has been pitting them against each other for years. No one really understands why, she clearly favors Regina.”

That much Emma could sense. Easily.

Emma pulled the chilled bottle of champagne from the fridge, carefully tipping the liquid into the empty flutes. Through the kitchen window she could see Killian, in the yard, shoveling pebbles into place in a small path between flower beds.

The yard had really come to life as of late, and soon it would be finished. There was green grass, carefully cut. A white gazebo amongst ivy. Colorful flowers planted in organized lines. Yet Killian had made it all look elegant, natural. Not contrived and pretentious like some of her neighbors. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the end of his shirt and Emma caught a peak of his abs.

“Shit…” It wasn’t until Emma felt the bubbly cold liquid on her hand that she realized she had lost focus and was spilling champagne all over the floor.

Just get through the rest of this brunch. Then you can fantasize about him all you want, she told herself.

The rest of the brunch was more of the same. After downing three mimosas in quick succession Emma slowed herself so she could focus on the task at hand. Intel. Unfortunately for her not much came of it. The passive aggressive digs being thrown across the table by each sister weren’t much more telling. Other then Zelena hated what the town had become under her sister’s reign as mayor and Regina hated everything about her sister. Why the chose to live right next door to one another was beyond her. If someone hated their family so much, why not just keep a distance? Why live in the same town, in the same neighborhood?

Nearly three hours later, the morning had winded down. Transitioning to the afternoon as the sun rose higher in the sky. Emma could see the sweat glistening on Killian’s forehead, but he left his shirt on. Perhaps it was because Emma had company. Or perhaps it was because he wasn’t into teasing her anymore at all. That he was trying to convey a clear message.

What they had the night he rejected her stopped then. The end.

Emma knew enough about suburbia and appearances and the Mills family in general to know that people said the most when they thought no one was listening. Which was why Emma took the opportunity of Zelena and Regina’s exit to hide in the shadows and listen to their conversation.

Her back to the closed pocket doors that separated the foyer from the office, Emma pressed her ear to understand what the two sisters could possibly say to one another when no one was listening.

“You think no one knows where you go late at night? You think it’s some big secret?” That was clearly Zelena, the biting tone contradicting her soft whisper.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about and you had better watch what you say.” Regina spoke more calmly, like a smooth hushed tone. As if conflict was relaxing to her. “Some of us have real reputations. And careers.”

“Oh please, we all know what mom did for you. Don’t pretend like you earned this.”

That was the last thing Emma heard before the slam of her front door. Her heart beating fast she stood there, frozen in place. Not sure if she had just heard nothing important or everything she had been hoping to hear.

What had Cora done for her daughter? Why hadn’t she done it for the other? And most importantly how did that all tie back to the Gold’s?

After pulling herself together, Emma made her way to the deck. While she had kept her kitchen organized and tidy, the table was another story. What had once been a pristine table was now in total disarray. Linen napkins were stained with red lipstick, crumbs littered the glass surface. Dirty glasses and gold leaf plates were cluttered with the remains of pastries and eggs.

In a way she liked it. The chaos of it all. How an unassuming stranger would guess there had been an enjoyable morning spent on the porch. It looked lived in, not so stale.

Then there were the red roses.

“Listen… I can’t talk right now, I have to get this all cleaned up,” Emma waved him off. Maybe if he stayed physically far enough away from her, whatever spell she was under in his presence would wear off.

“I don’t want to talk,” he said, not stopping his measured steps toward her. Emma looked into his eyes, hers never leaving his as he stalked toward her. A shiver went down her spine as she felt the cloth of his t-shirt brush the fabric of her dress. That was how close they were.

Emma had almost forgotten how much taller he was than her, craning her neck up toward him he came across domineering. Arrogant. A confidence she hadn’t seen in him yet. At least not in the context of their situation.

“What do you want then?” She tried to hold her own confidence, but as a smirk crossed his face and reached his haunting eyes she felt her resolve crumble around her.

“You know what I want.” His hands found their way to her waist, the feel of his grip on her eliciting a warm feeling in the base of her belly. “Or at least I thought you did.”

“You rejected me, Killian. I understood loud and clear…” Emma pushed on his chest with her hand and stepped away. Walking toward the railing of the porch and staring out into the yard.

When silence fell over the two of them, Emma thought he would go. Assumed he would head back to his truck and drive off. But then she heard the rumble of a deep laugh. One that came from the back of his throat and made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end.

“Emma, darling.” His boots hit the porch floor at the pace of her beating heart. He was right behind her. Not touching but just close enough. Emma closed her eyes. She took in the scent of his cologne. She took in the feel of his energy. How it connected with her own. “I never said I didn’t want you.”

“You didn’t have to.”

“Does it feel like I don’t want you?” he asked, dragging his fingers up her bare arms. Her back pressed to his front. His very alert front. “My apologies if I haven’t been clear enough.”

Instinctively Emma’s head shifted back against his chest. She leaned into his touch as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The prickly feeling along her skin as his hands teased her. Slowly one untied the bun from her hair, the blonde curls falling loose around her shoulders.

“I didn’t want to have you in that bed, with all of the… history that’s there.” He pulled her hair off of her neck and began to trail kisses along the bend to her shoulder. “It wasn’t the right place.”

“Oh, and here is?” As much as she was turned on by him, attracted to him, drawn to him, how was her house any different?

“Has anyone ever had you on this table?” he broke his kisses along her neck, the scruff of his beard tickling her very sensitive skin.

“No,” she managed to choke out.

“In this dress?” Another kiss, this time with teeth.

“No.” Barely the word, mostly just breath.

“Is there anyone else here?”

“No.”

“You drive me mad, Emma.” He spun her around, so she was facing him. Her body pressed between the railing of the porch and his body. The hard planes of it pressed against her. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you for weeks.”

Emma’s hand had made its way to the back of his neck, toying with the hair at the base of it. He knew he had her. She could see it in the flicker in his deep blue eyes. The same way he could see it in hers.

“Certainly you must know that?”

For a moment he wasn’t arrogant, wasn’t acting solely on bravado. His face was earnest, a flicker of honesty. He was testing her. He wanted to know she understood that him not welcoming her advances on Saturday night had nothing to do with her. But the circumstance.

“I know,” she breathed before connecting her lips with his. The electricity from their mouths together. It was intoxicating, the feel of him. Like they had been doing it for years. Or lifetimes.

“Good,” he muttered back between swipes of his tongue. Diving deeper into her mouth as she craned her neck to grant him entrance. His rough hands were all over her in a gripping way, demanding. Killian reached under her dress and grabbed the tops of her thighs, wrapping them around him and lifting her into the air.

Emma never liked feeling fragile, never enjoyed feeling like a doll. But there was something in the way Killian’s strong arms lifted her with no effort that set her blood on fire. That sent waves through her entire body.

Killian sat her down on the edge of the table, shoving glassware, napkins, plates off to the side to make room for her. Some of it fell to the ground and shattered, others just clamored together. Either way Emma didn’t care. The whole house could crumble right now and she would be halfway to an orgasm before she realized.

“I hope those weren’t expensive,” he muttered between biting and sucking on her neck.

“Of course they were.” Emma leaned her head back, hoping he would continue with his mouth somewhere else. “Extremely.”

“Bill me,” he growled, shoving even more of the mess onto the deck. Shards of glass scattered everywhere around them as he laid her back down onto the table.

For a moment he slowed, running a finger down her jaw. Her neck. Her chest. Her hips. All the way down beneath the hem of her skirt.

“Emma… have you been without underwear all morning?”

A pause. Emma stared up at him, his blue eyes dark and hooded with desire at the feel of her bare beneath her skirt.

“That’s terribly naughty of you, love.” In one smooth movement he had knelt to the ground and pulled Emma right to the edge of the table. Her center level with his face, so close she could feel his breath. “You also neglected to offer me any food earlier…. All the while you were walking around bare…”

“Killian…. Please…” she moaned as she felt inhaled her scent, moving even closer to her.

He inhaled again, deeper this time and said, “Might I have a taste?”

“Yes.”

His tongue traced its way along her clit, once. That was all before the bastard pulled away.

“You can have another,” she whispered, just barely loud enough for him to hear.

Killian flattened his tongue against her clit and tasted Emma again. Leaving her body aching for his touch. His grip around her hips only pulled her closer toward him. She tried not to make much noise but cried out at the assault of his mouth on her center.

He ate her like a man starved. Using his tongue, his lips, his teeth. And then his finger, as it drifted over her dripping center and then slid inside. Bending it so it would hit her most sensitive spot. Emma couldn’t help but grind against it, the feel of a second finger entering her. If it felt this good she could only imagine how good all of him would feel.

Emma’s eyes opened and looked down to see the dark head of hair as Killian worked. Pushed her closer to her peak. Something came over her as she climbed to that point, she wanted him to watch.

“Killian....” she managed to gasp. And he didn’t miss a beat as his eyes met hers. His almost black hair disheveled. He looked like the devil. Or a temptation so dirty it could only be described as demonic. “Watch me.”

Emma came, in a soft and muffled groan she came. Her whole body shuddering against the hard surface of the table.

When she resumed her conscious mind she looked up at him. At Killian, as he stood above her. His angular features catching the light. His white shirt pulling at his muscles.

“That was…” he started, but this time Emma was the one who didn’t want to talk. She used all of her energy to sit up and yank him down on top of her. Their lips meeting. His hands stroking her breasts over the fabric of her dress. Her hands wandered to his pants. The stretched material of his very hard member.

Emma’s shaking fingers undid his belt, then his zipper. Pulling down his briefs to expose his very impressive length. Her jaw didn’t drop but it felt like it did.

“Darling, are you alright?” His hand was gentle on her cheek, drawing her gaze up to his face. Nothing but heat behind his blue eyes as he stared down at her. “I can be gentle.”

Emma was quiet for a moment. Knowing her body had not been this responsive to anyone before. And selfishly wanting more.

“Do not..” she started, “be gentle, until I say so.”

In one movement he aligned himself and rammed into her. Emma’s arms wrapped around him, as he held for a moment to let her adjust to his size.

“Emma?”

“Until I say so.”

Killian leaned forward, pinning her to the table as he began to pump into her. He certainly listened to her instruction, and that was all he needed. As his hips worked into her and her legs tightened around his waist.

Emma felt herself growing closer, each movement Killian made every nerve ending in her body come alive. She had never felt anything this good before. She looked up at him, biting her lip and taking everything he gave.

Killian bent down, not missing a beat, and resting his forearms on either side of her. Their eyes were locked as he slowed his pace.

“You feel incredible…” he said as he grinded into her. Though his pace had slowed, his power had not. He was deliberate, and precise as his hips moved to meet hers. She felt every inch of him. His hand reached down to massage her.

His head leaned down and he caught the delicate skin on her neck between his teeth. Emma’s back arched off of the table.

She let out another groan, a bit louder than she had been before. Killian smirked and caught her lips with his. Every movement of his mouth synced with the movement of their hips. Emma didn’t know how much longer she could hold back.

“Killian… I can’t…”

“Just let go,” he whispered against her lips before diving in for more. It was a good thing too, because as she reached her peak she wanted to scream out. To let everyone with ears know how euphoric this felt. Killian followed her over and as they both calmed he pressed gentle kisses along her skin.

Emma felt like she was floating. Like her skin wasn’t even touching the table. This would complicate everything, even more so than it already was. But she couldn’t even force herself to make this bad. Not with the way she felt.

Not even so much the feeling, but just knowing, knowing with absolute certainty she had never had this kind of connection with anyone.

“Emma? What are you…?”

Emma’s head rolled over to see that standing in her doorway, looking at her in a very compromising position with the gardener was Regina Mills.

#cs ff au #cs ff #captain swan #captain swan fanfiction #cs modern au #cs au #cs fic #cs fanfics #emma swan #killian jones

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blipblorpsnork · 5 years

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like god okay what a small detail like. okay so like shoves all my thoughts into a cup and shakes it til they meld properly OKAY. So like I’m super used to third wheeling, and not even in an explicitly bad way. I walk a bit slow, and when I’m out with friends and we’re window shopping and shit if it’s three of us it genuinely always ends up that I get left out of conversation because I wander and am a bit? Idk like, zoney? Like wispy, when I’m out window shopping, with or without friends, I’m not sure how to explain that.

oh my god this is three miles long so I’m putting it under a cut

Anyways the thing is, people always end up walking ahead of me; I always get pushed to the back (partly because I DON’T like people walking behind me in groups unless it’s in a structured line, it freaks me out) and like because of that, and because I’m very bad with social stuff sometimes I almost always get excluded from conversations. I don’t know how to add to them, and I don’t get addressed because I don’t participate, so eventually between the autism and the hearing issues I just tune people out because it makes more sense to do my own thing a lot of the time.

Last night we were wandering around Walmart, the three of us, just kinda browsing and window shopping because our Walmart is WEIRDLY nice, like it’s one of the best I’ve ever been in and we get loads of cool stuff none of our other friends do, including J despite the fact that he like, lives maybe a half hour to forty minutes out from us near Atlanta. Like it wasn’t anything special; just looking at stuff and making dumb remarks and like. Plastic Mermaid jokes tm lmfao.

J literally made sure I was included the entire time in a way that didn’t even feel like he was going out of his way to do it. Like, he kind of wandered between me and E, and talked with both of us, and when E was going off on one of his tangents to himself (something he does a lot, which we all acknowledge and unless he’s addressing us directly we’re free to listen or not, at his behest; it’s just a thing he does so we aren’t ignoring him by not interacting, just for reference’s sake) J would like, point something out and make a cheeky comment at me, or silently show me a thing that I could ogle or touch because it was soft and stuff like that. And like E wasn’t really paying attention but J and I kept making jokes about all the shoddy plastic mermaid stuff in the kids’ section and kept finding more and more stuff to make increasingly hilarious jokes about, to the point he was like “This is my new aesthetic now” and I was like “Time to delete your page and make a new one!” (He has like 60K + followers on Insta bc he does loads of emo mua stuff)

Like we had so many little inside jokes and he and I kept geeking out over the FNaF stuff together and like, even the little tacky ribbons and bows (like the genuinely ugly ones) in the girls’ clothing section and how even though it was awful we both liked it and like!! Ya know!! And like the entire time all THREE of us were included, but not all the time at the same time if that makes sense? Like we didn’t all have to always be engaged, but we were still all involved, and like we each had little dichotomies going on between us as pairs (me and J, me and E, them two), idk if I’m wording that right lmao. But it didn’t feel forced and it didn’t feel excluding! Which?!

I’ve never had that. Like he always makes me feel like I matter and am literally a part of the group, instead of an afterthought or a tag-a-lolng. And like he does it in a way that makes me know he’s making sure I know, but also does NOT feel like he’s going out of his way to do it. Like it feels super natural. God like it was such small, little things dude like?

And E isn’t into FNaF pretty much at all, but knows we both really are. So he’ll point stuff out to us because he knows how much we love it, but he can’t really engage in the freaking out lmfao. But J was like freaking out with me left and right over so much stuff like over watches and plushes and figurines and stuff (all in Walmart like damn, now that I’m breaking this down we really DO have a good fucking store lmao) and we like discussed lore and made jokes and like.

I HAVEN’T HAD THIS IN SO LONG OKAY????

And then like, so I work somewhere I get an employee discount, and then an additional clothing discount (even on clearanced stuff, which is FANTASTIC because that means if we have clearanced shirts I like, I can get brand new clothing on the super cheap which is something I very much so value as someone who lives well below the poverty line) and because of that I managed to get two FNaF snapbacks for just over 5 dollars after tax, or just under, idr precisely. But basically two LICENSED OFFICIAL SNAPS for 5 bucks. These are 20 dollar hats lmfao. And I gave one of them to J because that’s why I got two of them, yeah? And so like, he got this new hat a week or so ago that he’s OBSESSED with and he wears it everywhere right now, and of course he was wearing it when he got here. I gave him the snap and he IMMEDIATELY swapped out his bunny hat for the snap, and then wore it the literal rest of the night. (Also? It looked REALLY gd good over the red wig he was wearing, god damn that was a look.)

So many little things, you know?? Like so so many holy shit. I’M NOT DONE AAAA

So then like when we got back we decided to marathon Monster High because E and I have never seen it and J is completely in love with it and does loads of cosplays and makeup looks for it on his account right. We marathoned 2 full seasons of it last night, all three of us bundled on the couch in separate blanket piles. (It was actually really fucking funny looking tbh xD) And like I mentioned he could use the blanket I made if he wanted so he spent the rest of the night with it wrapped around his shoulders dragging it everywhere lmfao and then like he mentioned he was in a bundle up and cuddle something quiet kinda mood (all three of us were pretty low energy yesterday so it worked for the best, I feel) so I gave him Ace, who is my current comfort plushy I got recently (he’s a Squishmallow!!) and he spent HOURS just hugging and cuddling and idly playing with Ace and it was the cutest fucking thing oh my g o d.

And like so he and E are close. Dating. I hate it. I still love E. I don’t want to. It hurts. It. Really hurts. And I’ve never really talked about it because I don’t fucking want to, it REALLY hurts me. And every time E would get kinda tentatively snuggly with J (they’re very considerate of me and kind of not sure what they are, so it wasn’t malicious or anything, but it was painful) I would get kinda quiet and just make sure I was focusing on the show or my phone. But by the end of the night, E was laying half on J’s shoulder, and J was sitting cockeyed and leaning heavily into me in a way that didn’t mush my spine or hips (usually a big issue just because I’m fragile lmfao) and like I was casually in contact with him for the last couple hours he was here and just.

So many small things.

And like god fuck you can all ignore this jfc xD But!! So his favorite favorite character, like kin-level seriously-relate-to-him-so-much cosplay-him-on-the-regs character is Jackson. And he really loves Holt as well cause duh of course he does. And like!!! I relate to him so fucking MUCH. And I’ve only seen two seasons but I was internally freaking out because of the way Jackson is and like the music being the trigger for Holt Hyde because I’m extremely sound sensitive and like!!! AAAAAAAAAa new character attachment babey and he was like SUPER SUPER SUPER excited that we both loved MH as much as we did and that I was so IMMEDIATELY attached to Jackson and just.

Gaaaaaaaah. I just. I’m happy. I’m in trouble lmao but man. Right now,,, I’m just happy.

#kalen.txt #extremely long post vndfvjkndsfjkl #j tag #e tag #aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!

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mrkwonandmrchoibabygirl · 6 years

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Now 2~G-Dragon Pt.22

Genre:Angst/SMUT

Rated:NSFW

Pairing: GD X Reader

wordcount:4,562

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DISCLAIMER!:remember this is just an edit of an original book called after by anna todd i do not own this book

Y/N POV

Anticipation builds as Jiyong pushes the thick material of my skirt farther up my waist.

“Relax, Y/N. Shut your mind off—it’s not going to be any different than it usually is,” Jiyong promises.

I’m trying to hide my embarrassment as he slides into me; it doesn’t feel any different. Well, if anything, it actually feels better. More daring. Doing something so out of my norm, so taboo, makes it all the more exciting. Jiyong’s hand runs down my spine, making me shiver in anticipation. His mood has totally shifted. Given his stance when I came out of the elevator, I had expected him to cause a much bigger scene.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

I nod, moaning in answer.

One of his hands digs into my hip as the other grips my hair, holding me in place. “You feel so good, so good, baby.” His voice is tight as he slowly drags himself in and out of me.

Jiyong’s hand moves from my hair down to my breasts. He tugs at the neckline of my blouse, exposing my chest. His hand finds my nipple, tugging at it gently before he rolls it between his fingers. I gasp and arch my back as he repeats the action over and over.

“Oh God,” I utter, then clamp my mouth shut. I’m aware that we are in my office, but I can’t seem to worry in the way that I normally would. My thoughts begin with Jiyong and end with pleasure. The reality of this and the taboo around our act isn’t relevant to me right now.

“Feels good, doesn’t it, baby? I told you, nothing different . . . well, nothing different-bad, at least.” He moans and wraps his arm around my waist. I nearly slip from the edge of the desk as he changes positions, resting my back against the hard wood of my desk. “I fucking love you, you know that, don’t you?” Jiyong pants into my ear.

I nod, but I know that he needs more.

“Say it,” he insists.

“I know you love me,” I assure him. My body is tightening and he straightens his back, bringing his fingers to rub over my clit. I lean up, trying to watch his fingers work their magic on my body, but the sensation is too much.

“Come, baby, go on.” Jiyong picks up the pace and lifts one of my legs higher into the air.

His eyes roll back in his head. My release is so close, so intense, and so overpowering that I can’t see anything but stars as I grip his inked arms. I press my lips together, hard, to keep from calling out his name as I come undone. Jiyong’s release isn’t as composed: he leans down, burying his head in my neck, calling my name once before pressing his mouth into my skin to silence his voice.

Jiyong pulls out, places a kiss on my ear. I stand up and adjust my clothes, figuring I should get to the restroom soon. God, this is weird. I can’t deny that I enjoyed it, but it’s hard to get past the idea that has been so ingrained in my mind.

“Ready?” he asks.

“For what?” I say, my breathing ragged.

“To go home.”

“I can’t go home. It’s only two.” I gesture to the clock on the wall.

“Call Vance’s office on our way out. Come home with me,” Jiyong instructs and grabs my purse from my desk.

“Though you may want to replug yourself before we go.” He pulls a tampon from my purse and taps me on the nose with it.

I swat his arm. “Stop saying that!” I groan, stuffing it back into my bag as he laughs.

THREE DAYS LATER, I’m waiting patiently for Jiyong to pick me up, staring out the large glass windows in the lobby, thankful that it hasn’t snowed of late. The only evidence of the snowfall from days before is the black sludge littering the dips in the sidewalk.

Much to my annoyance, Jiyong has insisted on driving me to work every day since our fight over Trevor. I’m still surprised that I was able to calm him down the way that I did. I don’t know what I would have done if he’d assaulted Trevor in the office; Kimberly would have been forced to call security, and Jiyong surely would have been arrested.

Jiyong was supposed to be here at four thirty and it’s now five fifteen. Nearly everyone has left for the day, and multiple people have offered to give me a ride home, including Trevor, though he did say it from about ten dozen feet away. I don’t want things to be awkward between us, and I would still like to be friends, despite Jiyong’s “orders.”

Finally Jiyong’s car pulls into the lot, and I step outside into the chilling wind. It is warmer today than it has been, the bright sun adding a small amount of warmth, but not enough. “Sorry for being late, I fell asleep,” he tells me as I climb into the warm car.

“It’s okay,” I assure him and stare out the window.

I’m slightly nervous about New Year’s Eve tonight and don’t want to add fighting with Jiyong to my list of stressors today. We haven’t decided what we are actually doing yet, which drives me insane—I want to know the details and have the entire night planned.

I’ve been debating whether or not to reply to the text messages that Hyuna sent me a couple days ago. Part of me really wants to see her, to show her and everyone that they did not break me—though they humiliated me, yes—and that I’m stronger than they think. That being said, the other half of me thinks it will be incredibly awkward to see Jiyong’s friends. I know they’ll probably think I’m an idiot for being with him again.

I won’t know how to act around them, and honestly I’m afraid that everything will be different when Jiyong and I are not in our own small bubble. What if he ignores me the entire time, or what if Chaerin’s there? My blood boils at the thought.

“Where do you want to go?” he asks.

I had earlier mentioned that I needed something to wear tonight, so I say, “The mall is fine. We need to decide where we’re going so I know what to get.”

“Do you really want to hang out with everyone, or just go out, the two of us? I’m still rooting for staying in.”

“I don’t want to stay in, we stay in all the time.” I smile. I love staying in with Jiyong, but he used to be out all the time, and sometimes I worry if I keep him in the house too much, he’ll get bored with me.

When we arrive at the mall, Jiyong drops me off at the entrance to Macy’s and I hurry inside. By the time he joins me, I already have three dresses draped over my arms.

“What is that?” Jiyong scrunches his nose at the canary-yellow dress on top. “That color is hideous,” he says.

“You find every color hideous, apart from black, of course.”

He shrugs at my truthful statement and runs his finger along the fabric of the gold dress underneath. “I like this one,” he says.

“Really? That was the one I was unsure about. I don’t want to stand out, you know?”

He arches his brow. “And you wouldn’t be standing out in yellow?”

He has a point. I place the yellow dress back on the rack and hold up a white strapless, then ask, “What about this one?”

“You should try them on,” he suggests with a cheeky smile.

“Pervert,” I tease.

“Always.” He smirks and follows me to the dressing room.

“You are not coming in here,” I scold him and close the door to the stall, leaving just enough room to pop my head out.

He pouts before taking a seat on the black leather couch outside the dressing room. “I want to see each one,” he calls when I close the door the rest of the way.

“Be quiet.”

I hear him chuckle, and I want to open the door just to see his smile, but I decide against it. I put the white strapless dress on first and struggle to zip it up the back: tight. Too tight and short, way too short. Finally I get the thin fabric to zip, and I tug at the bottom of the dress before opening the door to the dressing room.

“ Jiyong?” I almost whisper.

“Holy shit.” He practically gasps when he turns the corner and takes in the sight of me in the barely-there dress.

“It’s short.” I flush.

“Yeah, you aren’t getting that,” he says as his eyes move up and down my body.

“If I want to, I will,” I say, reminding him that he will not tell me what to wear.

He glares at me for a moment before speaking. “I know . . . I just meant you shouldn’t. It’s too revealing for your taste.”

“That’s what I thought.” I hum and look in the full-length mirror once more.

Jiyong smirks, and I see him check out my bottom. “It is incredibly sexy, though.”

“Next,” I say and walk back into the dressing room.

The gold dress feels silky against my skin despite the entire dress being covered in tiny gold disks. It falls to the middle of my thighs, and the sleeves are quarter length. This is much more me, only a touch riskier than usual. The sleeves give the illusion of the dress being more conservative, but the way the material clings to my body and the short length say otherwise.

“Y/N,” Jiyong whines impatiently from directly outside. I open the door, and his reaction makes my heart flutter.

“Christ.” He swallows.

“You like it?” I chew my bottom lip. I feel pretty confident in the dress, especially after Jiyong’s cheeks turn pink and he shifts his weight from one foot to the other.

“Very much.”

This is such a normal couple thing to be doing, trying on clothes for him at Macy’s, it feels strange yet very comforting. I was terrified a few days ago when he found out about my dinner with Trevor in Seattle.

“I’m going to get this one, then,” I say.

After finding a pair of thick and rather intimidating black pumps, we head to check-out. Jiyong pesters me to let him pay, but I refuse, this time winning the battle.

“You’re right, you really should be buying me something . . . you know, to make up for the lack of Christmas gifts I received,” he teases as we exit the mall.

I swat at his arm, but he grabs my wrist before I can connect. His lips press a light kiss against my palm before he encases my hand in his and leads me to the car. Holding hands in public is never our thing . . . As soon as the thought crosses my mind, he seems to realize what we’re doing and drops my hand. One step at a time, I suppose.

BACK AT THE APARTMENT, after I’ve declared for the eighth time that we should hang out with his friends, my nerves begin to get the best of me as I imagine the possibilities of how the night could turn out. But we can’t hide from the world forever. How Jiyong behaves around his old friends will really show me how he truly feels about me, about us.

When I shower, I shave my legs three times, staying under the hot water until it is no longer warm. When I get out, I ask Jiyong , “What did Nate say about tonight?” I’m unsure what I want the answer to be.

“He texted to meet them at the house . . . my old house. At nine. They’re having a big thing, apparently.”

I glance at the clock: already seven. “Okay, I’ll be ready.”

I do my makeup and blow-dry my hair quickly. My hair is in tight curls, and I pin my bangs back as usual. I look . . . nice . . .

Boring. Boring. The same as I always do. I need to look better than ever before for my comeback. This is my way of showing them that they didn’t get the best of me. If Chaerin is there, she’ll certainly be dressed to get attention, including Jiyong’s. And as much as I hate her, she is gorgeous. Chaerin’s pink hair burning in the back of my mind, I grab my black eyeliner and draw a thick line across my top eyelid; for once the line is straight, blessedly. I do the same on the bottom and add more pink to my cheeks before pulling the bobby pin from my hair and tossing it in the trash.

Quickly, I retrieve the pin from the top of the trash. Okay, so maybe I’m not quite ready to throw it away yet, but I’ll skip it tonight. I flip my head down and rake my fingers through my tight curls. The reflection in the mirror shocks me. She looks like she belongs in a nightclub, she looks wild and . . . sexy, even. The last time that I wore this much makeup was when Hyuna gave me a “makeover” and Jiyong taunted me. This time, I look even better.

“It’s eight thirty, Y/N!” Jiyong warns me from the living room.

I check the mirror one last time and take a deep breath before rushing to the bedroom to get dressed before Jiyong can see me. What if he thinks I look bad? Last time he didn’t care for my new and improved look. I shut off my doubtful thoughts and pull the dress over my head, zip it up, and step into my new pumps.

Maybe I should wear tights? No. I need to calm down and stop overthinking this.

“Y/N, we really need—” Jiyong’s voice gets louder as he comes into the room, but then stops midsentence.

“Do I look—”

“Yes, fuck yes,” he practically growls.

“You don’t think it’s too much, all the makeup?”

“No, it’s . . . um . . . it’s nice, I mean . . . it’s good,” he stammers.

I try not to laugh at his apparent loss for words, something that never occurs with him. “Let’s go . . . we need to go now or we won’t make it out of this apartment,” he mutters.

His reaction has given my confidence an extreme boost. I know it shouldn’t, but it does. He looks flawless as usual, wearing a simple black T-shirt and snug black jeans. The black Converses I’ve quickly become fond of complete the look I know as “ Jiyong .”

The Fray quietly sings about forgiveness as we pull up to Jiyong’s old fraternity house. The drive here was nerve-racking, and both of us stayed silent. Memories, mostly bad memories, flood my mind, but I push them back. Jiyong and I are in a relationship now, a real one, so he’ll be different now. Won’t he?

Jiyong stays close to me as we walk through the crowded house to the smoke-filled living room. Red cups are immediately placed in our hands, but Jiyong discards his quickly before taking mine from me. I reach to take it back, and he frowns.

“I don’t think we should drink tonight,” he says.

“I don’t think you should drink tonight.”

“Fine, only one,” he warns and hands me back the cup.

“Kwon!” a familiar voice calls. Nate appears in the kitchen and pats Jiyong’s shoulder before giving me a friendly smile. I’d almost forgotten how cute he is. I try to picture what he’d look like without tattoos and piercings, but I can’t seem to do it. “Wow, Y/N, you look . . . different,” he says.

Jiyong rolls his eyes and grabs my drink from my hand to take a sip. I want to take it from him, but I don’t want to cause a fight. One drink won’t hurt. I slide my phone into Jiyong’s back pocket so I can hold my cup more easily.

“Well . . . well . . . well . . . look who it is,” a female voice says at the same time as a mop of pink hair steps around a big round guy.

“Great.” Jiyong groans as Chaerin the skank walks toward us.

“Long time no see, Jiyong ,” she says with a sinister grin.

“Yep.” He takes another drink from the cup.

Her eyes move to me. “Oh, Y/N! I didn’t see you there,” she says with obvious sarcasm.

I ignore her, and Nate hands me a new drink.

“Did you miss me?” Chaerin asks Jiyong. She’s wearing more than usual, which is to say she’s still barely clothed. Her black shirt is ripped down the front, purposely, I assume. Her red shorts are incredibly short, with tears in the fabric going up the sides, revealing even more pale skin.

“Not so much,” Jiyong says without looking at her. I bring the cup to my lips to hide my smirk.

“I’m sure you did,” she responds.

“Fuck off,” he groans.

She rolls her eyes like it’s all a game. “Jeez, someone is pissy.”

“Come on, Y/N.” Jiyong grabs my hand and pulls me away. We walk to the kitchen, leaving an annoyed Chaerin and a laughing Nate behind.

“Y/N!” Hyuna squeals as she jumps up from one of the couches. “Damn, girl! You look so hot! Wow!” Then she adds, “I would actually wear that!”

“Thanks.” I smile. It’s a little awkward seeing Hyuna, but not nearly as bad as seeing Chaerin. I have honestly missed Hyuna and am hoping that tonight goes smoothly enough that we can explore the possibility of rebuilding our friendship.

She hugs me. “I’m glad you came.”

“I’m going to go talk to Logan—stay right here,” Jiyong instructs before walking away.

Hyuna eyes him with humor. “Rude as ever, I see.” She laughs loudly over the raucous music and partygoers’ voices.

“Yeah . . . some things never change.” I smile and gulp down the remainder of the sweet drink in my cup. I hate to think about it, but the taste of cherries reminds me of my kiss with Seungri. His mouth was cold and his tongue sweet. It seems like another world, another Y/N, who shared that kiss with him.

As if Hyuna can read my thoughts, she taps my shoulder. “There’s Seungri, have you seen him since . . . you know?” She points her zebra-print nail at a black-haired boy.

“No . . . I haven’t seen anyone, really. Except Jiyong .”

“Seungri felt like such an ass after everything. I almost felt sorry for him,” she says.

“Can we talk about something else, please?” I beg as his eyes meet mine and I look away.

“Oh yeah, shit; sorry. Want another drink?” she asks.

I smile to minimize the tension. “Yes, definitely.” I glance around the kitchen to where Seungri was previously standing, but he’s gone. I chew on the inside of my cheek and look back at Hyuna, who is staring into her cup. Neither of us knows what exactly to say.

“Let’s go find Tristan,” she suggests.

“ Jiyong . . .” I begin to say that he asked me to stay put. But he didn’t ask, he demanded, which is annoying. I tip back my cup, gulping down the remainder of the cold drink. My cheeks are already getting warm from the alcohol running through me . . . My nerves are slightly calmer as I reach for yet another cup before following Hyuna into the living room.

The house is more crowded than I’ve ever seen it, and Jiyong is nowhere to be found. Half of the living room has been taken over by a long card table filled with rows of red cups. Drunk college students throw Ping-Pong balls into the cups and then swallow the contents down. I’ll never understand the need for them to play all sorts of games when they’re intoxicated, but at least this one doesn’t seem to involve kissing. I spot Tristan sitting on the couch next to a redheaded guy who I remember seeing here before. He was smoking a joint with Seunghyun the last time I saw him. Seungri is seated on the arm of the couch and says something to the group, causing Tristan’s head to fall back from laughter. When Tristan looks up at Hyuna walking toward him, he smiles. I’ve liked Nate’s roommate from the first time I met him. He’s sweet, and he seems to really care for Hyuna.

“How are things between the two of you?” I ask her before we approach them.

She turns her whole body to me and beams. “Great, actually. I think I love him!”

“Think? You guys haven’t said it yet?” I gasp.

“No . . . God no. We’ve only been dating three months!”

“Oh . . .” Jiyong and I said the words before we were dating at all.

“You and Jiyong are different,” she says quickly, only lending support to my suspicions that she can read my thoughts. “How are you two?” she asks, then looks past me.

“Good, we are good.” It’s great to be able to say, since we are good, for once.

“You two are really the oddest couple.”

I chuckle. “Yeah, we are.”

“It’s a good thing, though. Could you imagine if Jiyong were to find a girl like him? I would never want to meet her, that’s for sure.” She laughs.

“Me either,” I say and join in her laughter.

Tristan waves to Hyuna, and she pads over to take a seat on his lap. “There’s my girl.” He gives her a swift kiss on the cheek, then looks at me. “And how are you, Y/N?”

“I am very well. How are you?” I ask. I sound like a politician. Relax, Y/N.

“Fine. Drunk as shit, but fine.” He laughs.

“Where’s Jiyong ? I haven’t seen him,” the boy with the red hair asks me.

“He’s . . . well, I have no idea,” I answer and shrug.

“I’m sure he’s around here somewhere. I don’t see him going far from you,” Hyuna says to try and comfort me.

Actually, I don’t mind that I haven’t seen Jiyong in a while, because the alcohol is making me less nervous, but I do wish he would return and hang out with me. These are all his friends, not mine. Except Hyuna, who I’m still deciding on. But right now she’s the person that I know the best, and I don’t want to stand here awkward and alone.

Someone bumps into me and I stumble forward slightly; luckily my drink is empty, so when the cup hits the already stained carpet, only a few drops of pink liquid dot the surface.

“Shit, sorry,” a drunk girl stutters.

“It’s fine, really,” I respond. Her black hair is so shiny that it literally makes me squint. How is that even possible? I must be more intoxicated than I thought.

“Come sit down before you get trampled over,” Hyuna teases, and I laugh before taking a seat on the edge of the couch.

“So did you hear about Seunghyun?” Tristan asks.

“No, what about him?” The mention of his name makes my stomach turn.

“He got arrested, then just got out of jail yesterday,” he explains.

“What? Really? What did he do?” I ask.

“He killed someone,” the redhead answers.

“Oh my God!” I gasp, and everyone begins to laugh. My voice is much louder now that I’m on the verge of being intoxicated.

“He’s just fucking with you; he got pulled over and had some pot on him.” Tristan laughs.

“You are such a dick, Ed,” Hyuna says, and swats the guy’s arm, but I can’t help but laugh at how quickly I believed him.

“You should have seen your face.” Tristan laughs again.

Another thirty minutes go by with no sign of Jiyong . I’m getting slightly annoyed by his absence, but the more I drink, the less I care. Some of that is due to the fact that Chaerin is within eyeshot, and I can see she’s found herself a blond plaything for the night. His hand keeps snaking up her thighs, and they’re both so drunk they look sloppy and ridiculous. Still, better him than Jiyong .

“Who’s up now? Kyle has obviously had enough,” a guy with glasses says, gesturing to his drunken friend who is lying in the fetal position on the carpet.

I look over at the table lined with cups and put two and two together.

“I’ll play!” Tristan shouts, gently pushing Hyuna off his lap.

“Me, too!” she chimes in.

“You know you aren’t very good,” Tristan teases her.

“I am, too. You’re actually just mad that I’m better at it than you. But I’m on your team now, so there’s no need to be intimidated.” She bats her lashes playfully, and he shakes his head.

“Tess, you should play!” she yells over the music.

“Um . . . no, I’m okay.” I have no idea what they’re playing, but I know I would be terrible at it.

“Oh, come on! It’ll be fun.” She brings her hands into a praying motion to beg.

“What is it?”

“Beer pong, duh.” She shrugs dramatically before bursting into drunken laughter. “You’ve never played, huh?” she adds.

“No, I don’t like beer.”

“We can use the cherry-vodka-sour mix instead. They literally have gallons made. I’ll grab one from the fridge.” She turns to Tristan. “Line up the cups, boy.”

I want to protest, but at the same time I want to have fun tonight. I want to be carefree and let loose. Beer pong may not be so bad. It can’t possibly be worse than sitting on that couch alone waiting for Jiyong to come back from wherever the hell he is.

Tristan begins to put the cups back into a triangular formation that reminds me of bowling pins. “Are you going to play?” he asks.

“I guess. I don’t know how, though,” I tell him.

“Who wants to be her partner?” Tristan asks.

I feel foolish when no one speaks up. Great. I knew this was—

“Seungri?” Tristan says, interrupting my thoughts.

“Er . . . I don’t know . . .” Seungri responds, not looking at me. He’s been avoiding me the entire time that I’ve been here.

“Just one round, man.”

Seungri’s caramel eyes flicker to me quickly before moving back to Tristan and giving in. “Okay, yeah, one game.” He comes and stands next to me, and we both stay there silently as Hyuna fills the cups with the alcohol.

“These cups have been used all night?” I ask her, trying to hide my disgust at multiple mouths drinking from them.

“It’s fine.” She laughs. “The alcohol kills the germs!”

I notice Seyngri smile out of the corner of my eye, but when I look at him, he looks away. Yup, this is going to be a long game.

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musubiki · 6 years

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Hc about conflictedshipping visiting another region? Sinnoh maybe???? Love your work ❤️!!!

hoOOOOOOO BOI LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THEIR TRIP TO KALOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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im making it MANDATORY THAT THEY TOOK A SEMESTER ABROAD IN KALOS DURING THEIR TRAINERS SCHOOL TIME

(also this is where that one line of diaglouge in xy comes from. that one chick who tells you that green was there studying and only ever said smell ya later)

i was thinkin about giving them pokemon for this trip but. i think its better if their first pokemon come from prof oak later.

(gd i wish pom and vee were here for this that wouldve been amazing)

when they first got there leaf was worried that he was irritated he had to spend the whole semester with her there. he kinda scoffed and smirked at her and said something like “Are you kidding? I’d be angrier if you DIDN’T get the scholarship.” cuz they’re rivals. and he expects no less from her. he tells her something like its bad for his image if his rival isnt as good as him. he’s actually kinda happy that she’s there with him and he’s not gonna be all alone.

this actually makes leaf really happy and kind of. sets the mood for the whole trip there

so they end up staying with this older couple who live in the heart of lumiose city and usually house the students every year. ofc they’re thrilled tho have leaf and green there. the wife owns a bakery/cafe and the husband works at the docks down in coumarine city. as a condition of them staying there, leaf helps with the bakery and green helps at the docks

when they first go there. they find out that. the kalos school doesnt require uniforms and theyre both kind of “???? so you just wear whatever??” greens perf fine with this but leafs kind worried bc she didnt bring THAT much clothes, so the couple takes both her and green shopping for kalos-style clothes. this is where leaf gets this outfit from and she LOVES IT shes adorable i love her so much

when green first sees her in it hes a little surprised because WOW what. “shes actually. kind of ok looking.” hes blushing shut up you idiot

so they get to their new school and everyone intrigued by them oooo new transfer students whaaaat??? green right off the bat is all confident and doing his usual thing. winks at like 3 girls and they’re all fawning over him first thing.

but the school is very welcoming to them!! they get a lot of transfer student from all over the place so they have a lot of different people from different places!!

they actually have a pretty good time. a lot of the kids from school drop by the bakery just to. see leaf. same with the girls for green and business is good. amen. the couple is actually shook because they have so many profits

on weekends they get to go see kalos!!! its pretty.,. nice actually like esp traveling to like cyllage and laverre and anistar(leaf loves anistar city)

and green is actually really enjoying theyre time there. it kind of feels like.,. dates.,. kind of.,. and he never voices it and STILL ACTS LIKE A JERK BUt.,. spending time with her here in kalos is actually kinda cool,,. we should do this more often, he thinks

they go to all the little cafes and explore that big mansion with the gardens, they actually get to go rollar skating around a couple times and ride gogoats like they live kalos life to the fullest

sometimes when they study at night he goes to her room and just chills with her on her bed (she has a huge bed and it’s really comfortable compared to his). they take turns reading the material out loud and leaf. really likes it when he reads she just lays there and stares at him and he. has a great voice shes dying a little here guys //

leaf always felt a little bit homesick. once when they were chilling in her bed she asked green if he missed home. he kinda sat there for a bit before answering with a “no, not really. it’s actually kind of nice to get away from everyone. there no real pressure to be anyone or do anything.”

she wasnt exaclty sure what he meant but lowkey. he was actually talking. about her and him. because in kanto they’ve been rivals for so long it’d be weird to hang out with her and go see places like they do there. but no one in kalos really know them so hes just.,. ehuhhhhhh i dont wanna go home

okay ANOTHER THING THAT HAPPENED IN KALOS WAS THIS: at some point, one of the students at their school fell desperately in love with leaf and she. didn’t even like him at all. like he was just some persistent rich creep so yes. im doing this. no one can stop me. to get him to give up she asked green to pretend to be her boyfriend for like. a day or two just so he’d leave her alone.

OFC GREENS LIKE SMIRKING THE WHOLE TIME SHES ASKING HIM THIS AND SHES BLUSHING AND EMBARRASSED BUT SHES TRIED EVERYTHING ELSE.

greens actually a little irritated by this and is kinda ehh at first because. he doesnt wanna fool around and then actually catch feelings by accident (he doesn’t want to temp god like this hes already enjoying their time together)

but shes. desperate and so after a few more pleads he.,. agrees and she kind of feels bad. so she apologizes for dragging him into this and then. she asks him “Can…can you handle it?” she didn’t mean it as an insult or anything she MEANT ARE YOU COMFORTABLE ENOUGH TO DO IT

but what HE HEARD was a CHALLENGE so he just. stops. and turns to her. and he grabs her by her waist and pulls her REAL close to him and leans in and just “Can you?” with the widest smirk and like. the sexiest voice. and she just becomes this blushing terrible mess and shes stammering over all her words and he just fokijnff laughs because god. this is gonna be fun.

fhjkf this is horrible okay so. the next day at school ofc hes true to his word so here we go. they pretend like theyre going out. and its the biggest scoop of the whole place. girls are crying, teachers are shocked. in the distance, sirens.

green is a pro at this bc he teases her enough as is, now he just needs to take it a little further and he’s actually enjoying the reactions he’s getting from her. like he can fuckin gently grab her hand and she turns into a mess like why did i ask him to do this i am an idiot

when they get home that night green is just laughing his ass off because she., is terrible at this and he cant believe it. she makes up some excuse and after some banter and making fun of her, green tells her that if she really wants this to look convincing, she gotta get better control over it. hes smirking the whole time. so she gets even more flustered and asks if he has any great ideas, to which he replies yes.

lets practice, he says. and she if confused and honestly a little scared. she asks how and he actually. sighs and sits down in front of her and for once, is actually smiling instead of smirking. so he adds a “Don’t freak out.” before,. gently taking her hands in his.

shes trembling and takes a deep breath before lacing her fingers with his and this. actually turns into a nice kind of moment. the whole time hes watching her eyes. and he can see shes still nervous so he tells her. “How about we pretend like… we’re actually together for a while.”

and shes blushing like hell because oh my god shes liked him for so long and this is so nice with him but it actually hurts a little that its not real

so he,. slips his hands around her waist and pulls close and presses her against him and slowly nuzzles his nose in her hair

and hes. actually kind of enjoying this.

and this feeling boils in the pit of his stomach as his lungs fill with the scent of her hair and it sends shivers over his skin and he feels his hands tracing over the small of her back and the warmth of her body on his and through the foggy blurry haziness in his head the only thought that comes out is ‘Oh no.’

and then BAM one of their caretakers slams the door open with a “Hey kids, dinner is ready!” and green IMMEDATLY grabs her arms and pushes her away and his face his red. She responds with a shocked quiet “Oh, I hope I wasn’t inturrupting-”

and they BOTH CUT HER OFF STAMMERING AND STUTTERING WITH “No it wasn’t what it looks like-!” “We were just- uh- practicing-!” “FOR THE SCHOOL DRAMA COMING UP-” “YEAH-” and shes just. giggling and a little surprised with an “Oh! Could’ve fooled me!” before she leaves.

and green and leaf are just standing there in awkward silence and leaf is rubbing her arm while green is rubbing the back of his neck and she leaves with a brisk “I-I think we should go get dinner-” before they both go downstairs

the next day it turns out that rich creep was too heartbroken from seeing her with green the day before that he transfered schools entirely, so oh, I guess we don’t need to keep up the act anymore, and green answers with a yeah, cool, and ignores the small feelings of disapointment and covers it up by going back to his usual snarky self

he forces himself not to think about this for a long time because he doesnt wanna get caught up in the feels. Leaf, however, thinks about it all the time because it was really nice, but green doesnt bring it up and they were just pretending anyway hes just used to being a flirt it wasnt a big deal for him

(it was)

that was the first time theyd ever been that close and also. the last time until saffron

they have a lot of adventures here that i cant. fit it all here but they had a really good time

#idk maybe this is in the official plot for them #maybe it isnt #¯\_(ツ)_/¯#conflictingshipping #green oak #trainer leaf #headcanons #ask #long post #spoiler: theres fluff in this one #bananyaaa

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bigbanggot7stories · 7 years

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Across the Hall (Part 1)

I’d just like to say that general admission for the Museum of Fine Arts in Houston was free the day after the concert, and bitch I love me some art/history/free things, so my friend and I went and I loved it. This is going to be kind of an exaggeration of my actual experience going to this concert with my best friend, so I hope you like it! Anywhooo………I’m gonna try to write my first smut, okay? Okay. Let’s see how this goes!

Fluff/Smut/Angst

Kwon Jiyong x Reader

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“God, I still can’t believe it’s here. Can you believe it?”

I shook my head and chuckled, keeping my eyes on the road ahead of me while my best friend, Ash, set up a playlist of G-Dragon’s set list. It was finally here, and even at the beginning of a 3.5-hour road trip to Houston, we couldn’t calm our nerves. It might have been eight in the morning the day before the concert, but we were determined to have a little fun before we had the best time of our lives. Plus, it wouldn’t hurt if we just happened to run into the one and only Kwon Jiyong.

“I know, I still can’t believe I made the fucking impulse decision to buy the damn tickets with my entire paycheck. And maybe without my parents being too entirely happy with it.”

“Honestly, let’s not even talk about it. Like Meme said, let’s just go and have fun!” I smiled at the nickname for my grandma. She was so pumped for this concert for me that I almost felt bad for not buying her a ticket. After all, she was the only person in my family that would jam to Kwon Jiyong’s newest album and fangirl over T.O.P. with me.

“That’s true, I guess. But thank God we both found good paying jobs. Oh, and probably also that you were able to get off for the rest of this week! Could you imagine doing this with the little money we made before we got our degrees?” We laughed at the thought of traveling to Houston with the small amount of money we made at our part time jobs. Ash was working at a hospital closer to home after graduation until she would move on to grad school in California, and I was lucky to land a training job with a Fortune 500 company that allowed me to work from home, traveling occasionally, and keep my law internship before moving on to law school. To say the very least, we were lucky.

“I know, right? We wouldn’t have been able to afford this nice ass hotel we’re staying at, either. It would have been the Rat-Hole 6 or something.” She laughed, taking a swig from the coffee cup I had just placed in the cup holder.

“Hey! Should’ve gotten your own!” I chastised, but smiled. “So true. I guess we could call this our late graduation present.”

Ash agreed with me, and we soon slid into a comfortable silence, jamming out to the songs we would soon hear live with our own ears.

Walking into the hotel lobby had Ash’s eyes bulging out of her head before we even made it ten feet toward the front desk. She was not prepared for the 30-foot ceilings and the luxury furniture dotting the room. She took in the bellhops, the restaurants on either side of the lobby, and the bar smack in the middle. When her eyes landed on the bar, I knew exactly what she was thinking. I smirked and took her by the elbow, dragging her slightly until we made it to the check-in line.

“I know, that was my exact reaction the first time the company sent me to New York. I think I almost fainted until someone brought me water. It was fucking nuts.”

I smiled as I watched her continue to take in the grand lobby, remembering that first trip to New York. The forty-story building being something out of a movie for small-town Y/N, and I had never been even close to that kind of treatment. It was still hard getting used to the luxury hotels even after the numerous trips I had taken. In fact, I hadn’t planned on staying at this hotel during this trip, but when I mentioned taking off for the concert to my boss, she insisted we use her membership and have a good time. I was not about to pass up that offer.

“And, if you want, we can even get massages in the spa. I know you’ve been pretty stressed lately,” I mentioned, causing Ash to whip her head in my direction.

“You’re not serious, are you? Oh my gosh, that would be so great, honestly.”

I laughed and nodded my head, finally stepping up to one of the workers at the front desk to check in. We found ourselves put on the 18th floor, and while approaching the elevators, we noticed a small group of three men waiting for an elevator to make it to the lobby. As the doors sung open, we followed the men into the elevator, stopping dead in our tracks as the doors closed and we came face to face with the men we were riding with.

There, leaning against the railing of the back wall of the elevator, was the man himself: Mr. Kwon Jiyong. As we made eye contact, both his manager and body guard opened their mouths to say something. I quickly made a small oh and spun on my heel to punch in our floor number.

“Ohhh no,” I said, seeing the button for the 18th floor already lit up. From beside me, I heard a small gasp, causing me to whip my friend around to face the doors of the elevator.

“Isn’t tha-“ Ash had no time to finish her sentence as I slapped a hand over her mouth and shook my head with wide eyes. I was in shock, to say the least, and I had no idea what to do other than avoid and ignore. I had dreamt about running into GD randomly and creating a wonderful relationship out of a small encounter, but now that it was actually happening, I couldn’t even turn to look at the superstar. From behind us, I heard a chuckle and a throat being cleared.

“Uhm, excuse me—miss?” His manager slightly tapped me on the shoulder. “Aren’t you going to push your floor?”

Ash looked past me toward the numbers and gasped again. “Holy shit,” she said barely loud enough for even me to hear.

“Um I—uh…we’re on the 18th floor, too…” I stuttered quietly, flashing my key cards in his direction as proof. As Ash and I exchanged looks of shock, the three men started speaking to each other lowly in Korean.

Ash nudged my side, knowing full well I could understand them, but I was reluctant to listen in on their conversation. After receiving dirty looks, however, I finally gave in to both Ash and my own curiosity.

“All I’m saying is that maybe you should switch with me. You might not have a body guard right down the hall, but you won’t have fans bombarding you,” his manager whispered, trying to make his tone light-hearted to mask their heavier conversation from us.

“Is it really that big of a deal, though? I mean, they aren’t even being annoying right now. I think I can handle this one, man.” My legs almost melted at the sound of Jiyong’s smooth voice, and the sound almost kept me from hearing his body guard’s response.

“Yeah, but you never know. They could just be in shock. Didn’t you see the girl in the camo? She looks like she might be a crazy one when the shock dies down.”

Before I could stop myself, I gasped and whipped my head in his direction, sending off a glare that met three confused and bewildered faces. My eyes widened with the realization that I had just given myself away, and I was lucky when Ash pulled me out of the elevator.

“Oh, yeah, she speaks Korean, by the way!” she yelled behind her, speed-walking with me in tow. As we rounded the corner closer to our room, a maid dropped a stack of folded towels right in front of us.

“Oh, miss, I am so sorry,” she began, but I cut her off by reaching down to help her pick up her fallen linens.

“Please, don’t apologize, accidents happen.” As I smiled up at the maid, Ash started to chuckle and look past us to the three men also coming down the same hallway as our room. I sprung up to get closer to our room, taking the key out of its sleeve to unlock to door.

As I make my way quickly into the room, Ash yells behind her. “Oh, and she’s a huge fan of yours!”

Throwing my bags on the ground and myself on one of the beds, I covered my face in embarrassment.

“So, what did they say in the elevator?” Ash asked, scanning the room with her newly found luxury. I sighed and sat up, looking at my outfit in the mirror across from me. My ripped jeans were hiding under the oversized t-shirt and camo jacket, and my black boots were now hanging half-way off my feet as I tried to get comfortable. My face was red as I took off the yellow-tinted glasses I was wearing to look at my best friend.

“Basically, they’re worried about GD being on the same floor as us, he doesn’t seem to mind much, and then the big guy said we could be crazy and that the ‘girl in the camo’ looks like the crazy one,” I said, using my fingers to quote the air before resting my chin in my hand.

“Wow, I guess I’m not the crazy one anymore.”

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Later that afternoon, Ash and I headed downstairs to dinner and to find a liquor store that sold cheaper alcohol that what they sold by the drink at the bar inside the hotel. We briefly ran into GD and his entourage as we left our room, finding Jiyong to be in the room exact opposite from ours. We ate an expensive burger at one of the restaurants in the hotel, and by the time we made it back to our room after shopping around and buying a good-sized bottle of vodka, it was midnight.

We made ourselves drinks and talked about the events of that day, and how lucky we were to see GD up close and personal, even if his body guard said I looked crazy. In the end, we decided to brush it off and take it as him just doing his job. After all, we wouldn’t want him to slack off and put Jiyong in actual danger if we really were super crazy. As we finished off our drinks, I continued to tell Ash how excited I was for the concert the next night, only to find her sound asleep when I turned to face her. Although I wanted to keep talking to her all night, I knew she was tired and figured I should get some rest, too.

Thirty minutes later, however, I realized I was just not getting any sleep. Slipping out of bed, I shoved my feet in a pair of slippers and threw a silk robe over the shorts and tank top I had put on for bed. I grabbed my phone and a room key before quietly making my way down the hall to the sitting area next to a wall of windows. I sat in the silence of the night, watching the way the city lights twinkled across the sky, something I had found a fascination with in every city I stayed in. As I took a couple of photos with my phone, I noticed a tall figure out of the corner of my eye plopping themselves down in the chase across from me, making me yelp and jump a foot into the air above my seat.

“Hey, oh, I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” the voice cooed with a heavy accent, seeming to be laced with genuine concern.

When I brought my crossed arms away from my face, my mouth automatically positioned itself into a perfect ‘o’ as I got a good look at the man in front of me. Jiyong’s face shifted from concern to a shy smile as we made eye contact, and I curiously scanned him for any signs of potential danger. He might have been my personal favorite artist, but it was 2 AM and this was a hotel. He chuckled and scooted to the edge of his chair, extending his hand towards my guarded figure.

“Sorry, I just recognized you from the elevator and thought I would introduce myself. I’m Jiyong, but I’m guessing you already knew that? I don’t mean that to sound very…full of myself, I just never know how to introduce myself to people who are already…you know, who already know me.” His smile was wide, and I found myself relaxing as I reached for his outstretched hand.

“Y/N. Sorry about the incident in the elevator. I really didn’t want you worrying about two fangirls when you’re in your hotel. I bet it could get really annoying to not have much privacy,” I explained, trying to make the situation earlier seem less awkward. “And please, if you would prefer you can speak to me in Korean. As my friend, Ash, kindly yelled out, I do speak it pretty well.”

He smiled and leaned back into his chair. “Thank you, really. My English is pretty good, but it’s hard sometimes to gather my thoughts. Are you fluent?”

“I guess so. I’ve been speaking it since I was maybe twelve. It’s a long story, but it has to do with my grandfather and my impending business career,” I laughed, waving him off.

“That’s really cool, though. It’s tough to learn a language other than your mother tongue. Believe me, Japanese and Cantonese kick my ass.”

I laughed and gave him a big smile. “So, what are you doing out here this late, anyhow? And without your babysitters? Oh, sorry, I really hope that isn’t rude…” I started to backtrack, realizing how it sounded.

“No, it’s true! Sometimes I need a break from them,” he genuinely laughed, a sound I had never heard through the internet. “I just sometimes can’t sleep and need some time for myself, you know? It sometimes gets lonely in a big hotel room that’s big enough to sleep a family of four. Sometimes I just get…lonely. Anyways, why are you out here at 2 in the morning? You can’t even use jet lag as your excuse!”

“Oh, I just couldn’t sleep. Ash fell asleep on me and I just thought I’d sit out here for a bit. Just feeling a little grateful for my life right now,” I smiled before continuing in a small voice. “Plus, I’m pretty excited for your concert tomorrow.”

Jiyong threw his head back with a laugh, a sound I was beginning to crave after the little time we had been sitting together. “Well I hope I don’t disappoint.”

“I’m sure you’ll be fantastic.”

He smiled and his gaze felt heavy on my cheeks, causing me to flush with embarrassment.

“So, what do you do for a living?”

“Well, I just got my bachelor’s degree almost a year ago in Business Management, and I landed a big job right before graduation at this huge company writing their training programs. It’s a really great job. I get to work from home, unless I’m traveling to give a seminar. I originally had plans to go to law school, I even have an internship with some pretty big lawyers in my area, but I’m not sure anymore. It’s not official yet, but a CEO position is in the works with a company that my grandfather was close with. I don’t know, we’ll see. Anyways, it actually sounds pretty boring out loud. It definitely dulls in comparison to your job,” I chuckled, leaning up against the back of the lounge chair I sat on.

“No, no! You sound like a very dedicated person. I like that. What do you want to do? Do you want to go to law school?” He leaned forward, seemingly interested in my answer. This was bizarre. My favorite superstar sitting across me, asking me about my life, and genuinely being interested. I could feel my entire body heating up in the center of his attention.

“I mean, I do. I did. I don’t know, this CEO position will allow me to travel and have creative influence on the products and projects. I just almost feel like I’m not earning it, you know? Like I’m only being offered because my grandfather was some big shot. I work really hard for what I have, and I don’t like the icky feeling when someone tells me I only have what I have because of who my grandfather was. I mean, he wasn’t even that present in my life.”

When I was finished, Jiyong sat with his lips pursed for a few seconds before responding to my spiel. “Well, maybe you aren’t being given the position, maybe you were chosen because of your drive. From what little you’ve told me, you seem like a very dedicated and hard-working person. Maybe you should give it a shot; you can always go back to law school if it ever comes back up.”

For the first time that night, I gave him the biggest smile I had to give. We sat in a comfortable silence, gazing out the window to the city beyond. It was nice, but I was afraid our moment would be cut short any time soon.

“So, are you really that lonely?”

Jiyong’s gaze slowly met mine before it drifted off to the city lights again. He stood and approached the window, sliding his hands in his pocket with a sigh.

“Sometimes. When I’m performing, I feel the adrenaline and I am so grateful for the life I was given. Not that I’m not grateful when I’m off the stage, too…”

I timidly made my way to his left side, standing a couple of feet from his position in front of the window. “But other times, I feel like everything and everyone is watching my every fucking move and I have to be beyond perfect. It’s suffocating sometimes.”

I watched as he used his index finger to outline the buildings of the skyline in front of us on the glass. “I can understand that. It’s like when you’ve been carrying a box full of shit just fine until someone starts watching you and says, ‘hey don’t drop that,’ and you fucking drop it.”

“Great metaphor,” he chuckled.

“But seriously, you shouldn’t have to sacrifice your own happiness and well-being for someone else’s. It’s human nature to want to create the most happiness, but sometimes we forget that we can only feel our own, you know? It’s hard to do, I know. I’m probably being really hypocritical right now, but I do believe it.”

Jiyong turned on his side, leaning his slim frame against the thick glass of the window to look at me with a small smile on his face.

“I really enjoy listening to you talk,” he said, no doubt turning my face into a tomato.

I hadn’t realized we were standing so close until he took a hand out of his pocket to move the piece of hair I didn’t know was dangling at the side of my face. It was a seemingly innocent gesture at first, swiping at it as a good friend would, but when his hand slid past my cheek and behind my ear, I noticed the first glance towards my mouth. His tongue darted across his bottom lip and I found myself leaning in closer to the sight. When our lips touched, it seemed like the world had stopped turning for a second. The kiss was light and sweet, his lips soft and his mouth tasting slightly of spearmint and tobacco. He held my face delicately in his hands, as if he might break me if he held on too hard, and my hands moved up to rest on his stomach. I was definitely turning into putty in his hands, and I knew he was getting weaker with every peck.

Suddenly, a gasp interrupted us, and we jumped apart in shock. The cleaning lady quietly and quickly said her apologies before rushing past the sitting area, avoiding any and all eye contact. I looked over to see Jiyong’s pink face with his hand rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. He shyly looked over at me and smiled, running a finger through his hair.

“I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” I asked, crossing my arms in defense.

“I shouldn’t have done that without…warning, I guess? Being so in the open? I don’t really know what I’m apologizing for. I’m definitely not sorry for liking it,” he smiled, taking a few steps closer.

“I—uh…yeah,” I said, hanging my head down to hide my flushing cheeks.

“Anyways, do you want to hang out a little more in my room?” he said before his eyes went wide and he started backtracking. “I-I…I mean you don’t have to if it would make you uncomfortable, I just wanted to hang out with you some more and I didn’t want to chance someone who knows who I am seeing and I know your friend is asleep so I just thought…you definitely don’t have to if you don’t want to.” I smiled as he became visibly anxious, hoping I didn’t take his invitation the wrong way.

“Sure, I’m really not very tired anyways.”

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The mood was light and fun as Jiyong and I sat cross-legged on his bed playing Never-Have-I-Ever with our fingers. We had learned many things about each other, including Jiyong’s embarrassing mistake of getting in the wrong car and his concert being the first I would ever attend the next day.

“I cannot believe you have never been to a concert before!”

“Nope, you’re going to be my first,” I said, causing us both to laugh at my choice of words.

“Well, how about you and Ash come to the rehearsal, too? I can get you tickets and backstage passes, if you want.”

I stared at him in bewilderment and wondered just how I got into this situation, sitting in front of the one and only G-Dragon, being offered VIP tickets. “Uhh—yeah! That would be so cool! I mean, if you are okay with it, I guess,” I said, backing off when I heard my inner fangirl bubble at the surface.

“Okay, then. Now, it’s my turn I believe. Never have I ever…” he looked down at his one remaining finger and my two while strategically thinking. “Never have I ever ridden a horse.”

“What?! Oh, come on!” I cried as I held up one remaining finger. “You’ve seriously never ridden a horse? Not even when Youngbae rode one for the Bae Bae music video?”

“Nope, not even then. I’ve always wanted to, though!”

“Ugh, okay. Well let’s see…I’ve got to make you lose.”

“Wait! I have an idea. Loser grants winner one wish. Deal?”

I eyed him warily before nodding my head in agreement. “Okay, fine. I have the perfect one. Never have I ever made out with a dancer!”

He laughed and pointed his remaining finger at me. “Not true! You just kissed me!”

“You’re far from a dancer!” I fought back, making Jiyong fall back onto the bed in a fit of laughter.

“That’s fair, but also…” he said, sitting back up. “I’ve never made out with a dancer, either.”

He laughed again when my eyes widened and my mouth hung open.

“What!? Ugh, okay, lay it on me.”

Jiyong contemplated for a minute, tapping his finger on his lips, showing you every chance he got that he was still in the game. After a while, an evil grin took over his face, and I nervously awaited his statement.

“Never have I ever…made out with someone of the same sex. And kissing and making out is totally different, by the way.”

I gaped at him, eyeing him up and down before slowly pulling my last remaining finger down into my palm.

“What?! I didn’t really think it would make you lose.”

“It was a long time ago, I was drunk, let’s move on,” I said, falling back onto the bed.

“Okay, okay. I guess it doesn’t really matter, since I won! You owe me one wish, Y/N.”

“Okay, Jiyong, one wish. What is it your tiny black heart desires?” I asked, leaning up on my elbows to look at him.

Jiyong laughed and leaned forward slightly before whispering his wish.

“Kiss me.”

My head whipped in Jiyong’s direction as he made his wish, biting my lip when I found him already staring at my mouth.

“Well, I mean, I don’t want to be a sore loser,” I said before sitting up better to reach his face.

He slowly leaned into me, our noses barely grazing each other’s until our lips finally touched for the second time that night. His lips were still soft, his most still tasted intoxicating, but unlike the kiss before, this one was a little firmer, a little hungrier. He pulled away for a brief moment as a sort of test before he repositioned his lips back onto mine. I placed my hand on the back of Jiyong’s neck, pulling him into me more as he took it as a sign to deepen the kiss. His hands found my hips, pulling on me until I was straddling his waist as he sat flush against the headboard.

He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, eliciting a small moan from the bottom of my throat. I could feel him smile into the kiss, and I decided to get a little revenge by biting lightly on his lip while gently pulling at the end of his hair. The groan I received in return was more than enough to set me on fire, subconsciously moving my hips slightly into his. As my clothed core made contact with his sweat pant-clad bulge, we both made an audible gasp, our lips parting for a mere second, and Jiyong pushed his hips further up to meet mine.

With our hips still moving together and his bulge growing bigger and bigger, Jiyong pushed his hands up under my tank top to caress my waist and slip his hands past the back side of my shorts. He soon left my mouth to trail his kisses down to the base of my neck, to the backside of my ear, and the top of my cleavage. All the while, the feeling of his rough fingers sent shivers down my spine, and I flung my rode across the room in one quick motion. Jiyong chuckled into my neck and continued to raise my tank top until it sat just above my bra, suddenly trailing his hands back down my side.

In frustration, I unhooked my bra and pulled it off along with my tank top in a rush. Jiyong’s mouth left my body to gawk at my chest, and I suddenly became very aware of my naked breasts, covering them with my arms as my face and neck turned red.

“Don’t, baby.”

Jiyong’s eyes were full of adoration as he peeled my arms away from my chest and rested them on his clothed chest. He reached up to take a breast in each hand, rubbing the pads of his thumbs over each nipple gently. I threw my head back at the feeling of him touching me, letting a small moan run past my lips.

Jiyong’s t-shirt soon became a barrier that needed to go, and he was more than happy to shed the material when I tugged on the hem. Our lips reattached briefly before he flipped us over, nestling himself comfortably between my legs. I moaned into his mouth as I felt his dick pressing against my core through our clothes, twitching my hips up in need of that sweet, sweet friction. His kisses began to travel once again down my body, leaving open mouthed kisses down my chest, on each of my nipples, and trailing down my stomach until he reached the hem of my shorts.

He looked up at me and I moaned as he hooked his index fingers into the top of my shorts, pulling them down slowly until I was left in my dark blue panties. He came back to my mouth, kissing me urgently as his fingers slowly outlined my lips through my panties. The slower he traced, the wetter I became, and I was soon pulling on his hair and wanting more. His lips left mine and he locked eyes with me as his hand slipped inside my panties, my mouth dropping open in pleasure.

“Damn, baby, you’re so wet. Who made you this wet?” The sweet, shy boy that had innocently invited me into his room was long gone, and all I could do was moan in response.

Jiyong’s body once again moved down my body until his mouth hovered over my clothed core. He placed an open-mouthed kiss to the outside of my panties, just south of my clit, before he vigorously tore off my panties in one swift motion. I thrusted my hips up with the new-found breeze, but Jiyong locked his arms around my knees to keep me in place as he kissed around my lips.

“Fuck, would you just—please baby,” I moaned as he finally plunged his tongue deeply along my slit. His tongue worked hard as I moved the little I could under his hold. He looked up at me as he came up to suck on my clit, driving me closer to the edge that I was already quickly approaching.

As I pushed my fingers through his hair, Jiyong circled his index finger around my opening, slowly pushing it in as I began to moan louder at my approaching orgasm. His mouth sped up to drive me off the edge, and his finger curled up to hit a sweet spot as I spasmed and crunched up with the intensity of my release.

I twitched as I pulled on his head, trying to pull his mouth away from my oversensitive lower half. When he finally made his way up to my mouth, he replaced it with the flat of his hand, slowly rubbing me in soothing circles.

Jiyong sweetly kissed my lips, as if he hadn’t just given me the best orgasm of my life, and I laid there trying to catch my breath.

“Oh my god.”

“Yes?” He giggled, the cockiness vanishing as a genuinely caring smile graced his face.

I pulled him by the neck to kiss him again when I noticed he was still in his sweatpants, a dangerously hard cock just waiting to be freed.

“Um, Jiyong? You need some help here?” I said, ghosting my hand over the outline of his hardness through his pants.

“Oh, please. I thought you would never ask,” he groaned as I slipped my hand inside his boxers.

I pushed him down on the bed beside me before kissing down his chest and pulling his boxers down along with his sweatpants. The sight of his erection made me tingle, and I settled myself between his spread legs. I looked up at Jiyong as I lightly licked the tip of his length, sliding my hand down the shaft towards the base. I slowly started to move my hand as I engulfed the head of his cock, watching as his face contorted in pure bliss. His hand came down to the back of my head, and I welcomed the slight thrust he gave for me to take more of him into my mouth.

As I moaned around his dick, he screwed his eyes shut, stroking and moving the hair out of my face. Suddenly, Jiyong pulled me away from him, causing me to look up in confusion.

“I want to fuck you, so bad.”

All I did was nod before Jiyong sprang off the bed in search of a condom he had seen in his suitcase. When he returned, I spread my legs in anticipation, rubbing my still-sensitive clit until he managed to roll the condom on.

Jiyong placed a pillow under my lower back and lent down to kiss me sweetly. As we kissed, I could feel his tip lightly pushing against my entrance, and it took all that I had to not buck my hips and force him to enter me.

“Are you ready?” He whispered against my ear.

“Yes, baby, please.” I would have usually hated that I sounded so whiny, but in the moment, all I could care about was feeling him deep inside of me.

He slowly entered me, giving me time to adjust to his cock, and paused when he was all the way in. I threw my head back in pleasure at the feeling of him filling me up, and in no time I was ready for him to move.

“Jiyong, please move. It feels so good.”

The moment the words left my mouth, Jiyong was drilling into me with more might and speed than I had ever experienced with any past boyfriend. He was set at a relentless pace, and I was going to cum any minute.

“I’m c-cumming, oh my god!”

Instead of letting up, Jiyong fucked straight through my second orgasm, and a few strokes later, he emptied himself into the condom. He collapsed onto my chest, keeping his weight on his elbows, as he buried his face into my neck, placing soft kisses there. He finally peeled himself away from my sticky body and threw the condom away, quickly making his way back to the bed.

“You can stay here, if you want?” Jiyong commented, not waiting for a response before throwing the duvet over our naked bodies and pressing himself up against my backside. I hid my face behind my hand and nodded, a smile taking over my pink-tinged face.

“Why not?” I said, turning to peck his lips one last time before sleep overtook us.

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It’s You Pt. 7 (Exo ft. Ikon)

Pt.1, Pt.2 , Pt.3, Pt.4, Pt.5, Pt.6

It took about thirty minutes to get to the community. They weren’t lying, the place was exactly how they described it. It was a small neighborhood with giant walls built around it.

“Welcome back, guys.” Some guy greeted CL’s group as they walked in. “I see you brought new people.” He said, smiling at us. CL smiled at him, and put a hand on his shoulder.

“Guys, this is Dean.” She introduced. “Dean, this is everyone. I’m sure you’ll get to know them sooner or later. Come in, let me show you around.” She said, waving us inside the community. We followed her to a small house close to the front. “So, right off the bat, guns are kept in a room where we keep them safe. Someone will watch guns at all times, it’s just to make sure no one goes crazy and tries to kill one another. You’ll be able to get them anytime you go outside the wall.” She explained.

We all hesitated, but gave up our guns to the person who was taking watch for them. CL continued to walk, and talk, and point out things about the community that we needed to know. “We have interviews to make sure we can trust you guys, so you’ll be doing that individually. SInce there’s so many of you, it may take a few days.” She said. “After you’re interviewed, you’ll be given jobs to pull your weight around here. If you’re a runner, you have to train with GD for a while to get the hang of things.” She stopped in front of a few houses. “These two houses, are yours. Use them however you like.” She smiled at us, as she gestures towards the houses. “I’ll leave you guys for a while to get cleaned up, I’ll be back after a while to escort you to your interviews.” She says, before walking off.

“It seems pretty legit.” Junhoe says, already making his way into a house. Jinhwan, Bobby, B.I., Chanwoo, and Donghyuk followed behind him. I was about to follow Jinhwan, but Kai caught my arm.

“You’re staying in a house with me.” He said, strictly.

“Oh come on.” I groaned, as he pulled me into the other house. “Why can’t I be with them?” I asked. He didn’t answer, so i just let myself be dragged into the house, without making any fuss.

“I don’t know guys...” Luna said, looking around the house.

“I think it’s pretty legit. If they wanted to kill us, they would’ve already done so.” Xiumin said, picking up a book from the bookshelf.

“They want to lock up our weapons though...” Luna said, still not convinced.

“To protect themselves. If we had a setup like them, I don’t think we would trust strangers with their weapons either.” Suho said, looking around. He walked to the kitchen, and turned the handle to the sink. Water started to pour out, which left us all shocked.

“They weren’t lying...” Star asked, excitement clear in her voice. She turned to Luna, quickly. “Look, let’s just stay the night, take showers, and get clean, and then we’ll talk to the person in charge, and make a final decision then.” She said.

Luna let out a sigh. “Fine.” She said, crossing her arms. We all get excited, and rush to the bathrooms. I basically had to fight Kai for the first shower. I think I took longer than I should. It’s been so long since I’ve felt hot water or even felt what is was like to be clean. After a while, I could hear Kai yelling at me to get out. I finally turned the water off, and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around me, and letting him into the bathroom.

In the room Kai and I chose, the closet was filled with clothes of different sizes. I looked through it, until I found a black t-shirt and jeans that fit me. I threw on the boots i already was wearing, and left the house to take a walk and explore. There were kids playing around in the streets and elderly people on the porches. It was like any other neighborhood. You would almost think the world didn’t end. I walked for a little while longer, meeting a few nice people. It got really late, and I decided to go back to the house. Everyone had already picked a place to sleep. I went to the room Kai and I had chosen, and saw him reading a book.

“Haven’t seen you so relaxed in a long time.” I said, sitting on the bed with him.

“It’s nice, isn’t it? I really think we could make a home out of this place. I mean, we’ve only been here a day, but so far they haven’t given us any reason to not trust them.” He said, putting the book down. We sat in silence for a second, until he spoke up again. “Hey, I wanted to say sorry for always snapping at you lately, it’s just... I don’t know... We have more people to look out for now, and we’re all gonna butt heads. I know you don’t like Luna, but please give her a chance. If you’ll do that for me, I’ll do the same for Jinhwan.” He said, letting out a sigh.

I smile, and nod. “I’ll try.” I agree.

He smiled too, and adjusted his position in the bed. “If you would like to stay with Jinhwan tonight, I guess you can. Just... don’t do anything dumb, okay?” He said, not totally sure about it.

“Really!?” I asked, excited. He nodded, and I quickly gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you, Kai!” I say, getting out of the bed quickly, and grabbing some comfortable clothes to sleep in, before rushing out of the house.

“Late night walk?” GD asked, as I walked down the porch steps.

“Yeah, something like that.” I say, giving him a smile. He smiled back, and continued walking in the direction he was going in. I watched him leave, before I went to go knock on Jinhwan’s door.

“Hey. It’s kinda late, what’s up?” A half asleep Junhoe answered.

“I came to see Jinhwan.” I say, walking in the house, basically inviting myself in.

“This late? He’s upstairs, in the first room on the left.” Junhoe said, flopping on the couch.

I quickly went up the stairs, to the room Junhoe directed me too, and found a sleeping Jinhwan. I stopped and smiled a little. He was balled up underneath a blanket, and it was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. I quickly changed into the more comfortable clothing, and sat gently next to him. “Hey, Jinhwan.” I whispered, slightly shaking him awake.

Jinhwan stirred a bit, and slowly opened his eyes. “What are you doing here? It’s like...” He looked at the clock beside him. “12 AM. How cool is that? We can tell time now.” He said, pointing at the clock.

“I wanted to see you. I haven’t all day.” I said, with an exaggerated sigh, laying down next to him.

“So clingy.” He joked, wrapping his arm around me. “Won’t Kai kill you if he finds out you’re here?” He asked, looking down at me.

“He’s the one who actually suggested I come here. He said he’d give you a chance if I gave Luna a chance.” I say, rolling my eyes just a little.

“Luna really isn’t all that bad.” Jinhwan said.

“To you she isn’t. To me, she’s the spawn of satan.” I say.

“To be fair, you’re the same way to her.” He said, laughing a little.

I shake my head lightly, and hit his arm. “Am not.” I say quietly, pouting a little.

“Let’s not talk about Luna or your brother.” He said, rubbing my arm slightly.

“What do you want to talk about then?” I asked, looking up at him.

“It’s been awhile since we’ve been alone together like this.” He said, suggestively.

I laughed a little, but sat up, and looked him in the eyes. He sat up as well, and pulled me closer to him, connecting his lips with mine. He kissed me lightly, trailing kisses down my jaw to my neck. My hands instinctively went to wrap around his neck, slowly pulling his shirt off.

“Easy now.” he says, chuckling. He quickly laid me back down, and hovered over me, his hand slipping under my shirt to my breast. I let out a small moan, and could feel him smile through the kiss. He removed my shirt as well, and began trailing kisses down my entire torso, until he got to my pants. He quickly removed those too, and smiled at me, before doing his thing.

~~Time skip to the morning because writing stuff like that is awkardhowdoyouguysdothis?~~

When I woke up, Jinhwan wasn’t beside me. I got dressed, and went down the stairs, to see everyone sitting in the living room.

“What’s going on?” I asked, sitting in between Junhoe and Kai on the couch.

“We’ve all been through our interviews this morning. Jinhwan is there now, and you’re the last to go.” D.O. informed me.

“We’re discussing if this place is truly safe.” Luna said, crossing her arms, leaning against the fireplace.

“So far, everyone’s in favor of staying. The place seems stable, the people are nice and trustworthy. I mean, there’s kids and elderly people here. We’re better off in here than we are out there.” Kai said, looking around at everyone.

“I think we should stay.” Bobby says, nodding.

Everyone agreed to this, but Luna didn’t look too happy, which I personally didn’t really care about, so I just ignored her.

Jinhwan came through the door, and sat down with all of us as well.

“It’s your turn.” He said, looking at me. I nodded, and got up, leaving the house.

I was nervous for some reason. Interviews have never really been my thing, no matter what it was. I could never come up with good answers. It’s just too much pressure on me, honestly. This interview was different, however. There were multiple leaders of the community. Soyou, Bora, Dasom, and Hyorin. I had remembered Soyou from the group that took us in to begin with.

The questions were simple. ‘Why do you want to live here?’ ‘How could your group benefit us?’ Things of that nature. Apparently, they assigned us all jobs after the interview as well. My job, was to be on night watch in the tower, and during the day, work in the pantry and distribute food.

When I got back to the house, everyone had left, Jinhwan was the only one inside. He was in the kitchen, leaning on the counter and drinking water. I stood next to him, and leaned against the counter too.

“What job did you get?” He asked, facing me now.

“Stupid pantry duty. I have to look after food and give out rations.” I say, pouting a bit. “What about you? What did you get?” I asked, looking at Jinhwan’s worried face.

“I’m a runner. I go out and find food and supplies, and-”

“I know what a runner is Jinhwan. Are you sure that’s safe?” I asked, scrunching my eyebrows at him.

“I mean, isn’t that what we’ve been doing before we came here? I think I’ll be okay... It’s just, I have to follow the rules the people here go by, and I’m kinda not okay with those rules.” He shrugs.

“It doesn’t matter, just be safe and come home, okay?” I say, holding his hand, and leaning in to give him a kiss. “Do you know when the first run is?” I asked, a little nervous.

“Probably in the next few days. Kai, and B.I. are runners too.” He said, calmly.

I got even more nervous knowing my brother would be out there, but I knew he’d be okay. I knew they’d all be okay. It still made me anxious though.

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howsit-going-toend · 7 years

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What Do YOU Want? Pt. 5

A Kwon Jiyong series ft. Kim Jiwon

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word count: 3,000

Summary: The most important person in the world to you can appear most often when you least expect it. But through everything, you can’t forget about you and your own happiness. Who are you happy with? Who is the best for you?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 ... Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

(A/N: Wow, jeez, ok this came out a lot longer than the others, but I hope you still enjoy it!)

If someone had told you 3 years ago that you would be where you are now, you would have laughed your ass off. If they said that you would give up the biggest opportunity that has ever been given to you, while Jiyong went on tour across the globe for concerts and fan meetings without a single returned phone call, you would have continued to laugh in their face.

But here you were, and there he was; enjoying his life without you and a work environment where he no longer has to worry about seeing the face of the girl who walked out on him.

After seeing Jiyong that day and allowing your hopes to get the best of you, you were convinced it would be a long way down. But you surprised yourself. Getting out of YG proved to be far more relieving to your mental health than you thought it would. It didn’t take long for you to get out of the metaphorical pit of sadness once you found yourself learning to thoroughly enjoy life again.

You began offering hip hop classes at your studio in Seoul and felt immense pride at the rate that they filled up. People of all ages and backgrounds flocked to your studio; all wanting to learn under YG’s former chief choreographer.

There was no greater sight to you; watching everyone dance along to moves you’d choreographed as they each made it their own. For the first time in nearly a year, you showed up to work every day with a massive smile on your face, knowing there was no specific style to imbed in anyone’s minds anymore, but to instead encourage individuality.

You found further solace in the moments you got to spend with Bobby, B.I., Jinhwan, and Mino. The five of you met up at least once a week for dinner, drinks, and to get a chance to just forget about anything and everything that had plagued your minds with stress. You looked forward to the moments you all could just sit around and be human for a while.

And so, life went on.

“To you guys! For being the only men in my life that have truly kept me going the past few months. For that, I thank you. And I love you.” You were about five shots into the night and toasting a sixth with the boys, when it was quite clear the alcohol was starting to affect you.

Has it really been months?

Your gaze wandered to a calendar above the bar that showed May in big letters. You squinted, trying to see what days’ boxes had already been crossed out.

“Well, Y/N, is drunk.” Jinhwan laughed, while you snapped back to reality and hit his shoulder in response.

“Yah! No I’m not! You know what? I take it back. To Bobby, B.I., and Mino.” You rose the full shot glass above your head again, this time with a sassy look in Jinhwan’s direction and tossed it back. The other three boys laughed at his expense and drank with you.

“Don’t deny it! You just get so sappy when you’re drunk, admit it!” Jinhwan had his pointer finger extended accusingly in your direction, as he looked at the other boys for assistance.

“He’s not wrong.” “Yeah, Y/N and Bobby both get super sappy and cuddly when they drink.” B.I. and Mino aided in throwing you under the bus while you laughed and hid your face that had flushed bright pink.

It was all too true. With enough alcohol in your system, you would let absolutely everyone around you know just how much they meant to you; usually followed by a lot of hugging. After drinking enough times together, it was clear that Bobby was the same way. The two of you would often end up clinging to each other in a lazy heap on a couch or chair by the end of the night, which the other boys seemed to find hilarious.

“You’re just jealous you’re not as lovable!” Bobby, who had started feeling pretty good himself, put his arm over your shoulder while you both leaned your heads together with big cheesy grins in the others’ direction.

“Yeah, that’s it…” B.I.’s sarcasm could be smelt across the table, while everyone chimed in with booze-induced laughter.

The night continued, just as fun and stress relieving as any other. The five of you just sat around a table, telling stories and playing random drinking games. Time flew by and before any of you knew it, the last call from the bar had signaled an end to your night of fun. Your stomach hurt from the amount of laughter you’d done all night, but felt relief in knowing you were coherent enough to get yourself home.

“I don’t know if you should be driving, Y/N.” Bobby hadn’t let go of your hand the entire walk from the bar to the parking garage down the street. You laughed at this, because it appeared he was more buzzed than you thought and thus required your hand for balance.

“I’m fine, Bobby, I promise! You guys get home safe now, all right?” You reached up and pinched one of his cheeks before you let go of his hand while he squeezed his eyes shut and groaned like an embarrassed child.

“Yah! Fine! Text me when you get home though, ok?” He pointed a finger towards your face and squinted his eyes like a scolding parent. You saluted him in agreement and gave his hand over to B.I. to take your spot in keeping him upright.

You gave each of the other boys a hug goodbye while you walked to your car. There was always a huge smile on your face that wouldn’t leave until the following morning when you hung out with those guys and you relished in it. Once inside, you cruised down the street towards your apartment; music blaring through your mediocre sound system.

You ascended your stairs with ease, mentally patting yourself on the back for being able to drink all night and still manage to drive home and get to the doorstep nearly sober. Once you’d gotten inside, you immediately threw yourself in bed and let out a contented sigh. There was no fighting your heavy eyelids as you drifted into unconsciousness; that same grin still lingering on your face. It had been quite a while since you last felt this good.

You woke the next morning immediately feeling victorious for not having a hangover. You reached for your phone to text Bobby to brag, but stopped yourself once you noticed a surprising amount of notifications coming from Instagram.

You had a relatively popular page since your name was well known in the states and especially in Korea after Jiyong had made your relationship public a year and a half ago. You’d been bombarded with swarms of his fans tagging you in posts and comments about him ever since.

Recently, for obvious reasons, you’d begun to ignore the app entirely so you didn’t see the content behind the mass of notifications anymore. However, today showed a significantly higher number than when you caught a glance yesterday, which immediately sent chills up your spine. With your guard completely up, you opened Instagram to see what was going on.

You regretted the decision almost instantly.

There in your main feed, in nearly a hundred tags, and in majority of the suggested posts, were pictures of Jiyong from some fashion magazine. But he wasn’t alone. Your face contorted in confusion and angst as you read a few of the captions.

“G Dragon plays Nana Komatsu’s sweetheart for #Nylon Japan’s May issue. Out now!”

“GD and Nana play convincing lovers in Nylon magazine’s most recent issue.”

“BigBang’s G Dragon cozies up to Nana Komatsu in #NylonJapan’s newest issue!”

You and Jiyong used to get a kick out of reading such headlines to each other every morning. “Wow, jagi, I didn’t realize you’d gone on all these secret romantic dates with Dara in Seoul when the two of us were definitely in Paris that week. How could you!” “No! Forgive me, jagi! It’s not what it looks like! I literally had no idea!” The two of you would harp; both of your voices dripping in sarcasm while you couldn’t contain the giggles.

Most headlines were ridiculous, especially when they stemmed from a picture of him simply within the vicinity of a girl. Any other sort of modeling shoots or reports designed to assume his love life would have been easily written off in your mind.

But there was something about the way he was holding this girl that had your skin crawling.

Google was pulled up on your phone in seconds as you proceeded with an online search thorough enough to find out everything there was to know about whoever the hell she was. It appeared she was an actress and model from Japan. And God, was she beautiful.

You unknowingly held your breath the entire time as you scrolled past every picture from their photoshoot. They looked too good together and you hated how much it bothered you.

“I was very nervous to shoot with a person I admire. It felt like a dream to have GD next to me, and when I saluted him saying ‘This is like a dream’, he replied ‘This is a dream,’ making me smile in spite of my nervousness. I thought of it as a special photoshoot sent from God to celebrate my 20th birthday and did the shooting inscribing the cuts (shots) one by one in my heart.” Great, so she was nearly a year younger than you too. Her comment on working with him had you nauseous by the very first sentence. But it was Jiyong’s statement that really did you in.

“I had previously met a still innocent Komatsu Nana, but this year I was happy to meet a more adult Komatsu Nana. I think she’s a person full of different kinds of charms. Since our tour had just ended the previous day, I thought the photoshoot would be really tiring, but thanks to her, it became a fun shoot.”

As you reread his words about this girl once more, tears started flowing down your cheeks without a warning. With a frustrated throw of a pillow across the room, you took a deep breath. It was too damn early in the day for this.

Well, what did you expect? He couldn’t tell you why he needed you to stay and now he’s showing everyone how fine he is without you. God, why do you have to care this much? It was over months ago and he’s the one who stopped trying. HE stopped showing any effort at wanting to make things right between the two of you. You had finally just started to feel like you had moved on...but you weren’t ready to see him actually move on to someone else.

While you did your best to control any sobs trying to escape, you were startled when the sound of a phone ringing filled the silent room. Bobby’s name appeared on your screen and you felt yourself slightly panic as you tried to sniff away all traces of sadness before answering.

“I might have passed out but that doesn’t make it any less uncool when you don’t text me that you made it home, you punk!” Bobby exclaimed, though his groggy voice let you know he had also just woken up.

“Ah, I’m sorry. I fell asleep as soon as I got inside. I was going to text you.” You did the best you could to prevent your voice from shaking.

“Sure you did! Well, hey, I had fun as always and am down to hang later today if you want. I’ve got the day off!”

“Sure. I have off too.” He took a pause before replying and you knew then that you had been caught.

“Are you all right, Y/N? You seem sad or something. Hungover maybe?”

You sniffed as the tears fought their way back to your eyes before you could answer. “I’m fine. Honestly!”

“Yeah, ok, that’s bull. Make yourself decent because I’m on my way.”

“What? Bobby, I’m fine! You don’t have to do that for me, I…”

“Tough. You have no choice. I’ll be there in ten.” He’d cut you off and hung up the phone before you could protest. But despite your words and the tears that had rolled down your cheeks, you found yourself smiling as you got out of bed to get dressed.

He arrived ten minutes later, just as he’d said, and you got up from your couch to answer the door at a snail’s pace; using every last possible second to control the overwhelming emotions the morning had thrust on you. Bobby walked right in, put his hands gently on your shoulders and lowered his head to look you in the eye.

“Y/N. What’s wrong?” His serious tone managed to get a giggle out of you, though you knew it wasn’t his intention.

“Yah! Don’t laugh at me, I’m trying to comfort you!” He furrowed his brows in light frustration, which only made you start to laugh more. You covered your mouth with the back of your hand and found yourself unable to stop giggling as he folded his arms across his chest in a pout, waiting for you to finish.

“I’m. I’m sorry, Bobby, I. just. I just don’t really want to talk about it right now. Can you just hang out with me and we can talk about anything else?” You managed to control your laughter halfway through your request, as he nodded in acknowledgement, cracking a smile.

“Yeah, that’s cool! But tell me at any time if you want to talk about anything, ok? I just want to do anything I can to help.” Damn, it had been a long time since you’d heard anyone tell you that. “But hey, now’s the perfect time for me to tell you the new plan the boys and I have come up with!”

“Oooh yes, yes, tell me, what is it?” You smiled as the two of you plopped down on the couch.

“We’re planning on covering Exid’s Up & Down at our upcoming concerts in Japan and…we wanted to come to your studio and see if you’d help us get the dance moves down.” He tried to be nonchalant about the request and avoid eye contact, but failed the second he got a glimpse of how excited it made you.

“WHAT! Hell yeah! Are you kidding? Is this for real? Because I am so down, oh my god! This is going to be so perfect!” You were bouncing in your seat, with the world’s second biggest smile on your face; the first belonging to Bobby who was absolutely beaming as he watched you get more and more excited at the news. You couldn’t contain your happiness with the thought of working with your boys again and your mind was flooding with ideas.

“Of course it’s for real! We knew you’d be stoked.”

“Ahhh I’m more than stoked, I don’t even know how to describe this! You don’t know how happy that just made me!” You leaned forward and pulled him into a hug, shaking him back and forth with excitement, while he laughed at you.

“Aish, you’re such a dork about this kind of thing” he teased, while you sat back in your spot on the couch; the two of you exchanging similar facial expressions and sticking your tongues out at each other.

Bobby had once again succeeded at brightening your day. You don’t know how he did it but being around him seemed to always make you forget all your worries and stresses. It was almost like everything melted away as the meaning of sadness took on an alien form.

You spent the rest of the day just hanging out with each other and talking about all kinds of random topics as the hours flew by. You grabbed food around lunch and later again at dinner time; jamming out in the car on the way there with the stereo in Bobby’s car on high. He was the only person you knew you could genuinely dance with; however the hell you felt like moving. No matter how stupid others probably thought the two of you looked, neither of you ever cared. By the time it got late and you parted ways, you’d completely forgotten about why the day had started off so horribly.

A week later, you found yourself lounging on your couch, surrounded by small takeout boxes of the dinner you’d treated yourself to with B.I., Jinhwan and Bobby. You’d all met up to discuss when they’d stop by your studio to go over Exid’s choreography and ended up stuffing your faces. Each of you shared a good laugh at how hilarious it was that Yang would have no idea you’d be helping them. You’d gotten word that the man had replaced your position less than a week after you told him you wanted to quit so a little scheming behind his back didn’t strike a chord with anyone’s conscience.

“I respect what you do,” my ass.

Your stomach was absolutely filled to capacity at this point in the night and all you could do was lay there, staring at your TV in defeat. Your heart was otherwise entirely content, knowing that in just one week’s time you would be reunited with the rest of the members of iKon.

You were in the middle of readjusting your blankets amongst the Styrofoam boxes when you felt the couch vibrate.

“God damnit.” You muttered to yourself while you sifted through the cushions and blankets, trying to find where your phone had disappeared to. You found it just in time for the last few rings and quickly turned it over to check the ID of the caller.

Your heart skipped a beat as your eyes met Jiyong’s name on your screen. You froze, unintentionally allowing the call to be missed. You stared at it, waiting to see if a voicemail would be left and silently praying to the universe that there wouldn’t be.

The sudden vibration caught you off guard as his name appeared once again in another attempted call. You calmed your racing heart with a deep breath as you brought the phone closer to your face.

With one quick movement, you tapped the left icon on the screen and ignored the call.

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xiumin-on-this-shit · 7 years

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All My Idols Ch 2: Fan Meeting

The whole week I have been here, I’ve been telling myself the entire thing with big bang was just in my head. I have settled into my apartment, started my job at the bar on the first floor of my building. I have already grown accustom to my schedule of going to bed at 8 o’clock in the morning after working from 11 at night until 7 in the morning, a night full of serving drinks and cleaning up after. The job isn’t too hard, the people can be a bit rude but that comes with almost any job, and it pays my bills.

I just got off a busy shift when my phone buzzes in my pocket as I step into the elevator to go up to my apartment. My eyes go wide as it read the message:

From: Unknown Number

Hello Charlie, this is Top. Sorry it took so long to message you, our schedule has been packed since we’ve been back. We’re are actually having a fan meeting near where you live, you should come and we can get some food afterwards.

As happy as I am that he finally messaged me I’m also irritated that these boys are messing with my sleep again. But I push my annoyance away and smile at the fact he would want to meet again.

Of course! When and where is the fan meeting?

He sends me the address and the time, 8. Giving me a little under and hour to shower the smell of liquor off me and look some what presentable for them. I quickly run to my apartment, sheading my work uniform as I make my way to the shower. My shower is quick, styling my naturally curly hair only takes a few minute, and my make is applied decently well for doing all of it within the length of a song. An outfit it an easy decision, or at least it should have been until I wonder where we would be eating. Not wanting to over dress or under dress I grab a plain tan a line skirt and a white neck, hoping for a cute casual outfit. When I’m finally satisfied with how I look, I grab my coat before making my way back down stairs, passing through my work. My boss is still there, he give me a confused look as I give him a tired smile.

Since it’s a Sunday, the street is only slightly filled with people on their way to places. It’s a little chilly out, but I’m comfortably warm with my coat on. The venue isn’t too far from my apartment, about a mile walk. It only takes me ten minutes at most to get there. A massive line is waiting outside the doors, girls in big bang shirts holding signs and banners, even some light sticks. Top had texted me while I was walking, telling me to go to the back door and find their female manager but I smile at the idea of waiting here with the rest of the fans. Hoping it they will find it cute I join the line of girls and wait for a few more minutes before being let in. It takes forever to even get inside the building but what else can I expect from big bang.

By the time I’m inside and can even see them it’s already 8:30. Being only 154 cm I have to stand on my tiptoes to see over the crowd of girls. I smile big at the sight of them being so happy and friendly with their fans. Another half hour passes by when I finally reach the stairs to the stage. They are sitting there in a line, Seungri is first at the table, followed by Taeyang, GD, Top, and Daesung. When it’s my turn to go up the security guard waves me through as I pull out their made album. Placing it on the table nervously, Seungri picks it up without even glancing up and signs it.

“What is your name?” He asks still staring down at the album.

“Charlie,” I say with a small hopeful smile. His head snaps up, a wide smile on his face. Taeyang follows, totally forgetting the fan in front of him.

“What are you doing here?” He asks happily.

“Top-ssi invited me.” I whisper back.

“We know that, but what are you doing in line?” Taeyang asks when the fan moves on to GD, who is now trying very hard to focus on the fan but keeps glancing my way.

“I wanted you to sign this,” I say taking the album away from Seungri and handing it to Taeyang. Seungri pouts when I move away, allowing another fan to step up, snapping him out of his attention on me.

“We happily would have signed it later,” Taeyang whispers.

“But this is much more fun,” I smile as I continue down the row to GD, who is already beaming a breath taking smile at me. He happily accepts the album and takes a few minutes to sign it before passing it over to Top. He, just like Seungri, doesn’t bother looking up. That is until GD nudges him; his head goes up and a small smile appears.

“I was starting to get worried about you,” He says leaning forward.

“I figured this would be more fun than waiting for you in the back watching all the other fans have fun.”

“And was it?”

“This is one of the best moments of my life,” I say honestly as my cheeks begin to ach from smiling too much.

“This is only the beginning, wait till after this.” He passes my album to Daesung before waving to the woman behind them to come over. He whispers something into her ear, she looks up at me, and our eyes lock. I’m debating whether or not she hates me when Daesung brings me out of my daze when he grabs me hand.

“Charlie-ah!” He says happily.

I smile back, “Daesung-ssi!”

He frowns, “No, none of that, Daesung oppa, or just Dae.”

“Are you sure?” He nods vigorously making me giggle, earning stares from down the table, fans and idols a like. I bow to him before accepting my album back and moving off the stage. As soon as I step off, a security officer is pulling me away from the exit, into the back of the venue. There are many people sitting around, stylists, makeup artists, and people with jobs I didn’t even know existed. The security guard leads me to a large dressing room, he lets me go, bows, and leaves without a word.

I stare around the room for a minute, a bit confused, but not wanting to cause trouble, I sit down on one of the three couches and wait. But waiting isn’t something I’m able to do with such little sleep. I find myself leaning my head on the arm rest, my upper body becoming parallel to the couch while my feet stay planted on the ground. My skirt rises slightly, making me nervous of what could happen if I moved in my sleep. I take off my jacket and use it as a blanket; within seconds, I’m completely passed out.

“Is she okay?” A familiar voice echoes thru my sleepy mind.

“She’s just sleeping,” Top’s deep voice responds.

“I thought she looked a little tired,” The voice, I know realize is GD, says back.

“Should we wake her up?” Daesung asks.

“I think we should let her sleep a little longer,” Taeyang suggests. I shift as I realize they are talking about me. I sit up the couch, the jacket falling from me on to the ground.

In a sleepy fog I mumble, “I’m awake, no worries.” Each man lets out a small chuckle.

“Go back to sleep,” GD, who is next to me, says as he caresses my arm soothingly.

I shake my head, “I can sleep later, you guys have a busy schedule, and I want to hang out as much as possible!” My hand goes to my mouth, as if to catch those silly words but it’s too late. They all smile.

“I’m happy to know you feel the same way!” Top says from the couch next to me. “We were worried you’d be mad that I didn’t text you at all.”

I wave their worries away, “You guys are busy, I understand that.” They’re smiles seem to widen.

“Thank god! I don’t think I could have handled you being mad at us,” Seungri says letting out a sigh of relief.

“What do you mean?” I ask, confused. He nervously looks to his hyungs who are glaring at him before he looks down at his hands like a child about to be scolded.

“What he meant is that even though we have only known you for a short amount of time, we really enjoy having you around, and things have felt weird since we haven’t seen you,” GD explains, his hand still caressing my arm. My heart is racing in my chest as a pink tint crosses my cheeks.

“Really?” I somehow mumble.

“Yes, so I hope you don’t plan on abandoning us soon.” Taeyang teases from the other side of Top.

“So please,” GD adds, “feel free to call us oppa.”

I nod.

“Alright,” Seungri says as he claps his hands and jumps off the couch, “lets get something to eat, I’m starving.”

“Me too,” I whine, “I haven’t eaten since I went to work last night.”As if those words were some kind of insult, all eyes come to me, deep frowns on all their handsome faces.

“What do you mean?”

Confused I just say, “I haven’t eaten since I before I went to work at 11 last night.”

“What time did you get off work?” Tae asks.

“At about 7, right when Top oppa texted me.”

“You haven’t slept all night?” GD’s frown deepens.

I shake my head like a child being scolded.

“We should get you home to sleep,” He says standing up, the others follow suit. I jump up along with them to stop them from packing their things.

“I’m already here and awake,” I say bring all their attention back to me. “Let’s just get some food and than I will go home and go to bed.”

The boys share a look before GD responds with a, “Fine.” With a sigh of relief I plop back down and watch them collect their things to go. With in a few minutes the guys are ready and leading me to the exit. Their female manager is waiting by the door, stopping me but inadvertently stopping the guys as well who aren’t okay with leaving me behind.

“She can’t leave at the same time as you guys, you go a head and we will fallow.” She says shooing them away with her hand and a glare. When the guys are gone in their car and most of the fans are gone the manager and I sneak to her car in the parking lot. I get into the passengers seat while she throws her bag in the back before climbing into the drivers seat. We drive in silence for the first few minutes; I take the time to give her a once over. She’s pretty, very pretty; most likely a couple years older than Top. Her wavy black hair ends just above her breasts, neat and perfectly styled. In a nice pant suit she is the perfect woman.

“Are you planning on having sex with any of them?” She asks bluntly, never taking her eyes off the road. I’m so taken back by the question I don’t even respond, just stare at her, dumbstruck. When I don’t answer she looks over at me. “Yes or no?”

“No, I don’t plan on sleeping with any of them,” I say honestly, not that I would say no if they offered. She nods.

“They really like you,” She adds, “I don’t know whether or not it’s romantically or just friendly but they have been trying to find time to see you since we’ve been back.”

This time, I nod.

“They don’t really like fan meetings to be honest. Don’t get me wrong, they love seeing their fans but they are busy men and they usually like to use this time to rest but the moment I said where the meeting would be they all agreed. Thank you for that I guess.” She glances over at me with a small smile. “I have feeling we will be seeing a lot more of each other from the way they talk about you, so feel free to call me manager unni.”

“I’m Charlie.”

“I know. You should get the boys to call you something else, like a nickname. Something not connected to your real name incase they start talking about you to someone else. We don’t want fans finding out about you.”

I just nod again, her words floating around my mind. They talk about me, a lot apparently. I find myself smiling at that. I’m not 100% sure what is going on and how I ended up in big bang’s manager’s car, being told that I’m kind of like their new best friend but I’m too happy to question it.

We pull up to a nice restaurant in downtown Seoul. She doesn’t park, just pulls up the curb, “The boys will be waiting inside, just tell the guy inside your name and he will lead you to them. This serves lots of idols so secrecy is not a problem here, the boys will take you home since there aren’t any fans where the idols park.”

“Thank you manager unni.”

She gives me a pretty smile, “You better be careful with those boys Charlie, I don’t know what kind of magic potion you gave them to make them this interested in you but I think you gave them too much.” She teases before driving away.

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