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seokjinsdisciple · 3 years

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It’s a Deal - eight

supernatural! johnny x reader x jaehyun, mate!au

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warnings: language, supernatural stuff, arguing, death, lowkey panic, crying, i think thats it

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You were wrapped in the comfiest fuzzy blanket you owned, legs draped over Johnny’s lap and head resting on Jaehyun’s chest.

“Why do you get the whole couch?” Jaehyun whined, the rumbling of his chest wiggling your head.

“Because it’s my house, and I bought it,” you said back, never taking your eyes from the tv.

“We’d have a lot more space if we were at the palace,” he snarked back, letting out a huff of air as Johnny smacked him on the back of the head, “What? You know it's true!”

“You can go back to the palace whenever you want,” you added, grinning at his pinch to your side.

“You’re trying to get rid of me!” He pouted, returning the slap to the back of the head he’d gotten to Johnny after he let out a chuckle.

The three of you fell back into silence, Jaehyun’s fingers carding through your hair as you watched the show playing on the tv. You could feel yourself drifting off to sleep, the warmth from your blanket and the two boys surrounding you making it almost impossible to keep your eyes open. You managed to tear your eyes open as Jaehyun stiffened beneath you, looking questioningly between him and Johnny, who had stood up.

“What’s going on?” you grumbled, sitting up as Jaehyun practically pushed you from his lap. You watched the two brother’s closely, heart rate increasing as you noticed the sullen look on Johnny’s face. Jaehyun looked even paler than normal, his eyes locked onto Johnny’s in a panic that you had never seen before.

“Doyoung just killed our father,” Johnny spoke lowly, eyes never leaving Jaehyun’s.

You glanced uneasily at Jaehyun, “So he’s...he’s the king now?”

“We need to go back, Jae,” Johnny spoke, “It’s not safe for you here.”

Jaehyun just nodded slowly, the panic on his face only increasing as they pulled on their coats.

“You’re coming with us,” Johnny added, tossing your coat to where you sat stunned on the couch.

“But my finals are tomorrow!” you protested weakly, not saying another word as Johnny shot you a look. You shrugged your coat on, not saying anything as Jaehyun grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers.

The palace was much different from the last time you had been here. The flowers in the front withered and lifeless. The colors in all of the halls were muted, as if the King dying had killed the palace too.

“It is kinda like that,” Johnny glanced at you, “It’ll stay this way until Jae’s coronation.”

“Why?” you asked, wincing slightly as Jaehyun squeezed your hand tightly, his eyes glazed over and focused straight in front of him.

“The king’s power is directly tied to the palace and the land, so when a king passes away the land kinda dies with it. At least until another king is crowned and it has power to feed from again.”

You nodded, falling silent as the doors to the ballroom swung open. You were met with some of the familiar faces that had watched you so closely from the small thrones around the king the night you had been announced as Jaehyun’s future wife. There were some faces you hadn’t seen before, but from the sullen looks on their faces you figured they were either family or very close advisors.

You let go of Jaehyun’s hand, falling behind him as all eyes on the room flickered to the three of you.

“Where the hell were you?” a dark haired boy said, jaw clenching as he glanced from Jaehyun to Johnny, scoffing as his gaze fell onto your form, “Of course.”

“Mark,” Johnny tensed, “Enough.”

“You literally have one job Johnny!” The boy, Mark, raised his voice, “Protect the family, and instead you’re off with your-”

“Quiet,” Jaehyun’s voice sounded from beside you, his authoritative tone enough to have everyone in the room’s attention, “I understand you’re upset. We all are. But rather than fighting with, and blaming each other, we need to band together and fucking kill that bastard.”

“Whatever you say, your majesty,” Mark spoke, sarcasm dripping from his words as he bowed lowly towards Jaehyun. Not giving Jaehyun a chance to say anything as he walked past him, knocking his shoulder into Jaehyun’s as he walked out of the door.

“Give him some time, dear,” a middle aged woman spoke up, soft smile doing nothing to hide her reddened eyes, “You know how close he was with your father.”

Jaehyun just gave a curt nod, walking over to where the rest of the group stood.

“Let’s get to work then,” he spoke, sweeping his hand in front of him, a table of roots appearing immediately in front of the family, “Johnny, fill me in on the position of our men, and the last known location of Doyoung’s men.”

Johnny stepped up to the table, flicking his wrist as a map unfolded on the table. Before he began talking he glanced towards you.

“Jeno, Jaemin,” He called, “Why don’t you give YN here a tour of the palace?”

The two familiar boys just shot each other a glance before walking over to you and practically dragging you from the room. They closed the door quickly shooting weary smiles to each other before the barely taller one slung his arm around your shoulder.

“I’m Jaemin,” he grinned, “and that’s Jeno.”

“Hi,” you spoke, returning their smiles.

“We swear the palace is usually way more fun than right now,” Jeno added, grabbing one of your hands and urging you to start walking.

“I mean seriously,” Jaemin rolled his eyes, “One assassination and you’d think the world was ending!”

You glanced at him, thoroughly confused at how he could speak so casually about the death of his father.

“Mm,” Jaemin laughed, “Jae was right, it’s way too easy to get into your brain.”

“Not our father,” Jeno grinned, “Our mother’s the Queen, but that man was as far from a father to us as he could’ve been.”

“I resent the fact that you’re ‘getting into my brain’ or however you put it,” you mumbled, holding back from asking if the King was just a shitty father or if the Queen had an affair.

“Just a shit father really,” Jeno added, giving you a sheepish smile as you shot a glare at him.

“If you really don’t like others listening to your thoughts you could ask Mark to help,” Jaemin spoke up.

“I don’t think he likes me very much,” you said, almost bumping into the door where the boys had halted.

“Mark was our dad’s favorite, so he’s taking this pretty hard,” Jeno said.

“He’ll get over it though,” Jaemin added, dramatically swinging the door in front of you open.

You felt your jaw drop, the enormous room that you were peeking into was filled floor to ceiling with books. You couldn’t help but step into the library, looking at every part of the room.

“Johnny said you’d like the library,” Jeno smiled proudly, standing beside you and glancing around the room too.

“This is incredible,” you breathed, walking over to the nearest bookshelf and running your hand over the spines.

“Ok, yes it has books. Whoop dee doo,” Jaemin groaned from behind you, “There’s a million cooler rooms in this palace. Can we please move on now?”

“You can explore this room more tomorrow,” Jeno added, laughing as Jaemin desperately tugged on Jeno’s wrist.

“So tell us more about how you and Johnny met,” Jaemin prodded, his arm returning to your shoulders as you walked together down the halls. You were quickly learning that Jaemin was more mischievous of the two brothers, Jeno being much quieter and calmer than him.

“Uh, well we had a class together our first year,” you said, “and we had the same major so we were kinda always together.”

“I didn’t realize he seriously went to human school,” Jeno said, a thoughtful look passing his face as you just nodded.

“Have you fucked him yet?” Jaemin asked, wiggling his eyebrows as you choked on air.

You stuttered as memories from freshman year flashed in your mind. Johnny’s back muscles rippling against your skin, his abs glistening with sweat.

“Oh my god he has bedded you!” Jeno practically yelled, slightly disgusted look completely opposite of Jaemin’s knowing smirk.

“Was he good?”

“Jaems I am not answering that!” You said, shrugging his arm from your shoulder and lightly smacking him.

“It’s ok, doll,” Jaemin said, rubbing the spot you had smacked with his free hand, “We both know what you are thinking.”

You just groaned, hitting Jaemin first and then deciding to hit Jeno too. That’s for reading my mind you assholes.

“It’s not our fault,” Jeno pouted, “You’re practically screaming them at us.”

“Just get on with the tour,” you sighed, trying your best to keep your mind empty as they returned to their mission. They led you to the kitchen, through four dining rooms, around the art gallery and into the game room. Constantly making fun of your looks of awe. They hurried you through the jewel room, pointed out the gym and swimming pools. They even led you to the liquor room, Jaemin pressing a finger to his lips as he grabbed a bottle of wine.

Jaemin pointed out far too many bedrooms for you to remember, laughing as you tried to figure out who the hell half of the people he was even naming were. He pointed out both Jaehyun’s and Johnny’s room, giving you a knowing look as you tried to commit both of the locations to memory.

It was with a smile that you found yourself stumbling down a familiar hallway, Jeno pointing out his room, and then your own room.

“And at the very end of the hallway is my room,” Jaemin winked, “So if you ever need someone to keep your bed warm, you know where to find me.”

“I really hope you’re kidding, brother,” Johnny’s voice rang out from behind the three of you.

“You know I always am,” Jaemin smiled easily, giving you a short wave before walking the rest of the way down the hallway and into his bedroom.

Jeno looked awkwardly between where you and Johnny stood before muttering out a quick goodnight and walking to his room.

“I hope they didn’t bother you too much,” Johnny said, walking closer to you and taking you by the hand, “The twins can be a lot to handle.”

“They were mostly nice,” you smiled at him, laughing as you heard Jaemin swear at you from down the hallway. Johnny smiled back at you, but you could tell he was exhausted.

“Am I that easy to read?” he asked, pulling you into your room.

“Mhmm,” you nodded, letting him pull you onto one of the couches in your room, “You wanna talk about it?”

Johnny just slid his hands across his face, in some attempt to relieve some of the tension in his body.

“I just feel like this is my fault,” he started, playing with your fingers as he talked, “I should’ve been here to prevent the attack.”

“It’s not your fault,” you whispered, “If anything, I feel like it’s mine. I’m just some helpless human girl that has no business being involved in any of this. You were just trying to make sure I was ok.”

“Yeah but that was for completely selfish reasons,” he groaned, “and to be honest I’m feeling kinda guilty because I think I’d still make the same decision.”

“Can I ask why?” you spoke quietly, meeting his eyes, “Why are you so set on protecting me?”

“I can’t tell you that yet,” he said simply, looking away from you. The two of you sat in silence for a few moments after that, the air heavy around you as you thought.

“When can I go back?”

Johnny looked over to you, and you could tell by the look in his eyes that you weren’t going back anytime soon.

“It’s just safer for you to be here,” Johnny said, looking down at the hand that was intertwined with yours, “and now that Jaehyun has...transitions to make it’s important you’re around as many people who can protect you as you can.”

The two of you jumped slightly as a loud knock rang out on your door.

“It’s Jaehyun,” Johnny said, pressing a kiss to your temple, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You watched as his form disappeared with a snap, the space where he had been sitting next to you, now empty. You got up as another knock sounded at the door.

As soon as you threw the door up Jaehyun was hugging you, his shoulders shaking as he whimpered. You immediately hugged him back, pulling him into your room and out of the hallway.

He was almost choking on his sobs, and you patiently held him until he calmed down.

“M sorry,” he hiccuped, “It’s just, you’re the only one I can show my weaknesses too.”

“Don’t apologize,” you said, rubbing his back as he still clung to you.

“I don’t even want to be King,” he whispered, “I never have. I used to think that it would be a long time before it would happen, and I- I just thought I had more time. I’m not going to be any good at it.”

“Jaehyun you’ll be a fine king.”

“I’m not ready,” he whispered, “Everyone thinks I’m this perfect prince, ready for anything but they have no idea.”

You ran your fingers through his hair, his breathing regulating. He sniffled as he pulled away from you. His shy smile, teary eyes and flushed cheeks enough to have your heart racing.

“Do you mind if I sleep here tonight?” he asked, “I just don’t think I can bear sleeping alone tonight.”

“Of course,” you smiled back, wiping the tears from his eyes before you both began getting ready for bed.

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icedcappujaeno · 4 years

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kingdom come | one

Jaehyun remembers you, and he hopes that you remember him as well.

genre: mafia!au | fluff | angst | smut

pair: Jaehyun & reader

warnings: language, sexual content, drugs, blood and violence, guns

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( a/n: heh c: )

“Valentine, can you hear me, over.”

“Chicago to Valentine.”

“Jae-”

He pulls the device away from his ears. Sweat drips from his temple down to his wrist. He clutches the handle before when he hears the door open, footsteps following after.

Jaehyun quietly exhales but he hears his heart thumping. Louder. The footsteps coming closer matching how his heart that he could hear it loudly in his ears.

“He went through here. I’m sure of it,” one says.

At least one of you is vigilant , he thinks.

Jaehyun cocks the barrel and slides away from where he was hiding, shooting the speaker in his chest. His companion reacts even before his body falls to the ground with the fatal shot - shooting to the direction Jaehyun was.

Unfortunately, still too slow.

Jaehyun rolls to the side, kicking the man’s ankles which caused him to fall down. He takes the opportunity to shoot another bullet straight to his lungs. But to these actions, he never noticed another man coming into the room, one making a bullet straight to his direction. Luckily with his reflexes, he managed to dodge a split second, the metal grazing through the fabric of his clothing deep into the skin of his shoulder.

Momentarily he hisses because of the pain, yet Jaehyun manages to get it over quickly, landing a clean shot on the assailant’s head.

He ducks behind the flipped table to reload and hears another set of steps coming towards his direction. He runs just behind the walls of the fallen door - and as one entered, sneaks up to land a fatal blow towards the back of the man’s neck. The other points his gun towards Jaehyun, but as to his quick senses, pulls the arm towards him, flipping him over with the remaining strength he has, before planting a bullet on the man’s head once more.

Jaehyun exhales.

“This is Valentine,” he says as he brings the comm back to his ears. “Cleaning up cleared.”

“YOU FUCKING SHIT!”

Johnny screams through the comm, and Jaehyun thinks his eardrums are being snapped at. It was pure regret to put them back on. The elder continues to interrogate his locations to which he answers meekly as to be careful - there might be more around that are hunting for him.

When he stands, the graze on his shoulder stung, and he hisses at the burning sensation. There is blood from his shoulder when he reaches for it, thus he places his free hand over for pressure to prevent more bleeding. Slowly, he walks over to the hallway, now stinking of dried blood.

Jaehyun didn’t even get to the half of the hall when he heard running, thus he concealed himself behind a vase stand.

“This way!” One of them shouts, but a series of gunshots fires after.

He hears a man whistle, then a slap of a hand on thick fabric.

“Jeno nice kill!”

Jaehyun chuckles and shakes his head.

“Were you not told that you should call another agent by their code, Pudu?”

He says, standing up to meet his two companions - two juniors on the field. The hand on his shoulder still patched, to which the black-haired boy notices.

“You’re injured, Hyung!”

Both rushed to his side, and Jaehyun saw the panic in their eyes.

“As much as I’d love to flick your foreheads right now,” he hisses. “Ah, shit. Should I be really giving lessons now-“

“Yeah, you should!” Another voice breaks him, and when Jaehyun looks over the hall, Johnny’s coming closer in big, angry strides. Jeno and Haechan move to the side to give way to Johnny.

With the first aid kit, Johnny applies a mediocre patch with thick layers of gauze. He finishes the dressing by roughly putting on micropore tapes haphazardly over the injured shoulder.

“But they won’t be the one taking lessons, Jaehyun, it’ll be you—and by that I mean go back to the training where you’ll learn patience and obedience!” Johnny screams with obvious frustration laces his tone.

“I can do it alone, hyung—“

“Bullshit,” Johnny scoffs, then turns his back to Jaehyun. “Carry Valentine up to the escape, Prince. Pudu, come with me.”

The two mentioned complies, but Jaehyun is reluctant to not go. He was about to speak when Johnny walked away with Haechan, leaving no room for argument.

Jeno looks at him with pitiful eyes. He hears rumors of Jaehyun going insane by charging in alone, with no comms, when he sees fit, and now he’s seen it. A true suicidal maniac who succeeds nevertheless.

“Prince. Bring Valentine over,” Jeno hears Taeyong through the comms. Jeno looks at Jaehyun — his lips pursed and brows knitted, probably in annoyance.

“Yes sir.”

Jaehyun looks at him with venomous eyes. Jeno cowers, his heart beats a little faster than normal, but no. An order is an order.

“Valentine hyung. Let’s go.”

The older looks at him for a brief few seconds and sighs. He could not hurt Jeno, and running away would probably sanction the kid. He couldn’t risk it — couldn’t be the one putting the blame.

He nods and lets Jeno assist him by putting his arm over the little one’s frame for support, drenched in blood and sweat.

━ ┉ ━

“Pass.”

Johnny attempts to imitate Jaehyun’s baritone when Taeil asks whether they’re up for a night of chicken and beer after finishing their reports on the previous mission. Jaehyun was the only man in the room to not be amused by the elder’s banter as his brows were knitted in obvious annoyance.

“Stop that, hyung,” he says as he gathers his coat to his hand. When he stands, he pushes the button of his computer to turn it off. “But I’ll pass.”

Johnny mouths ‘I told you so’ to the people around which earned fits of giggles.

“Come on, Jaehyun,” Taeil insists. “It’s just for tonight.”

If other people would observe, Jaehyun’s actions would be seen as disrespectful - as he straight out walks towards the time clock to punch out. However, since almost everyone in the office knows of his past, they let him be. Jaehyun wasn’t like this before that incident - and adjusting to his cold demeanor was quite difficult, to say the least, but everyone managed to lengthen their patience towards him.

“Okay, I’ll be honest,” Haechan raises his hand. “I am starting to lose my patience towards Jaehyun hyung.”

“Haechan,” Johnny sighs. “We talked about this.”

“It’s been two years!” The younger whines. “He should have moved on.”

“Thought you were teaching your kids well, Johnny hyung,” Taeyong quips as he gets out of his office. He looks so exhausted with his disheveled hair, first button of his shirt undone, and the loose necktie. Johnny could never imagine the piles of paper waiting for him on his desk. These were times that he was thankful that he was only a supervisor .

“I did,” Johnny shrugs. “But did he lie though?”

Silence fills the room and everyone internally agrees, even Taeyong.

Two years since Jaehyun got involved in a car accident .

“So, chicken and beer?” Taeil finally stands from his seat then stretches the knots out of his back muscles. Everyone follows except for Taeyong, who only smiles and frees his neck from the tie hanging around all day.

━ ┉ ━

Two years since Jaehyun lost you.

Two years he’s been self-suffering. Two years of blaming. Two years of guilt.

And in the span of two years, he learns a new routine. Work. Then home. It was foreign not to go out with his co-workers in the first five months, but he swallows his guilt - he shouldn’t be happy while you’re gone. He doesn’t deserve it, it’s what he thinks. In the first five months, he drinks and tries to forget, but it wasn’t working for him.

He was beyond broken, raising the worries of his co-workers. His friends .

In the next months, Taeil and Yuta buy him gym equipment; ‘to keep himself busy’ as they say. Jaehyun appreciates the concern and thinking that not using it would rust them off, he learns to use them. In nights of insomnia, as you continue to appear in his dreams, taken in by the guilt and emotional repression, he goes up and trains until his body can’t move anymore.

This night wasn’t any different.

Jaehyun lies on the floor of his training ground. He’s drenched in sweat and it sticks to the mat below, but he pays no mind. He stares at the ceiling - your smile comes through his mind. He misses you, so much. And it hurts so badly. He isn’t alone but he feels like one without your presence. He shouldn’t be feeling guilty as it was an accident, but he’s blaming himself: he shouldn’t have invited you to a fancy dinner. He should have listened to you but he didn’t.

Jaehyun looks at his watch. The screen flashes and shows 01:13 AM.

He shouldn’t be laying on the floor drenched in sweat. Right now, you should have been laying with him instead, your soft snores melody to his ears.

He stares at the ceiling once again. He has deleted all your pictures in order to forget, but it keeps coming…

Jaehyun cries.

He swore he’ll never cry once more, yet your face, your dear facade keeps haunting his thoughts.

He wants you back.

━ ┉ ━

“You should be glad I’m still awake,” Rose quips, lightning her cig as she sits on the edge of Jaehyun’s bed. The white shirt tossed by Jaehyun earlier covers her slender upper body to her mid-thighs.

Jaehyun only hums, sitting beside her. He comes back from the shower from which he throws out the condom he used just a while ago. With him wearing his birthday suit, Rose can’t help but admire his body; sculpted into perfection. She was staring until he raised a brow.

Rose offers him a cig and he accepts, letting her light his stick.

“Yeah,” Jaehyun huffs from his cigarette. “Thanks.”

She offers him a knowing look. Her legs are crossed while her chin rests on her palms, supported by her elbows on her knees. A smile comes across her sultry lips. “So?”

He looks at her incredulously. “So?”

Rose shrugs. She glances at the clock by his nightstand and huffs a smoke out of her cigarette. “It’s almost 3 AM.”

“And?”

She reaches for her bag resting on the nightstand and fishes her phone out. She scrolls back to her recent contacts, most recently coming from Jaehyun. “Booty calls at 1:48 in the morning? Like I’ve said, you’re lucky I’m still up.”

Jaehyun chuckles dryly in reply, before blowing another smoke from his light. “I know you’d come anyway.”

“I mean,” Rose sighs dreamily, looking at Jaehyun’s body rather salaciously. He’s covered in his own sweat, mixed a little bit with hers, and it’s the hottest view Rose had ever seen in her entire life. “I’d be an idiot to turn you down.”

Jaehyun extinguishes his cig on a nearby ashtray and runs his fingers through his tresses. She imitates his actions, reaching over to the lone ashtray where he extinguished his stick. His gaze follows suit, weighing down whether he’ll let her stay until the sun rises or let her go home.

Rose has been of great help to him. He needs release at times, and she’s been willing to do him a favor every time ever since they met at the bar when Jaehyun was still in the first few months of recovering . She confessed her lowkey crush on him and they’ve been hooking up ever since.

It was hard to admit, but Rose knew she’s only nothing. When they fuck around, his eyes are void of any emotion. Sure, his face tells him he feels good as well as his moans and grunts, but Rose knew that it was all just lustful desires. A short-term form of happiness.

“Stay the night,” he says, proceeding to put stray strands of her hair behind her ears. His touch was cold like his exterior. Rose wishes she could break those walls, but she also knows that it’s not yet the time to do those if she wants to keep using him.

A mutual understanding. Both sides benefited. She thinks that somehow, this is okay. At least for now.

She nods. It was quite late anyway, and the sun will be rising soon. It was part of the deal - that she leaves as the sun rises, so lays on his bed, inhaling his scent. Jaehyun follows suit, inviting her over to his and she scoots over, making his chest as a pillow. He runs his hand through her soft hair.

But the problem is, Jaehyun feels nothing after all these.

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jae-canikeepyou · 4 years

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| right here & now | j.jh

pair: jaehyun x fem!reader

genre: alternate universe + youtuber!yn

a/n: thank you for the request and i really loved writing this so much even if the idea of having yuno as my bf will never happen lol ;-; anyway, i hope you enjoy reading my lovelies! 💕~j.

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the curtains swayed with the wind spells that entered your room, marking a new morning. this morning however, was a very special one that you planned this for months hoping it would pull off like you wanted it to. you stretched in your bed, kicking off the blankets that trapped the heat around your body. the clock said 6 a.m. and you had more than enough time to prepare for the flight scheduled at noon.

pressing the button to record, you began your vlog by doing a gwrm routine and choosing your ootd, in which you were always always indecisive for because sometimes you would find yourself facetiming him and he’d pick the right one for you. perks of having a fashionable boyfriend, yes?

“guys..” you let one a little whine as you pat lightly on your face with a concealer. “i’m really nervous because even though i texted yuno that i’ll be having a meeting for a collab with another channel, i can’t imagine how he’d feel if i didn’t reply him for the next hours. or maybe if i don’t reply him at all.”

of course being the busy people you both were, even a message from each other was a big deal because hello, a long distance relationship was a struggling kind and some instances, fall-outs were common. although you did understand the need of physical comfort from a loved one, it was a matter of trust and patience on a daily basis that you would eventually end up in his arms when that time came.

and that time was today.

how you met nct 127’s jaehyun was definitely unexpected. you were one of the few singer-songwriter youtubers invited to a performance at an event along with other renowned singers. the group came as a special guest, giving fans and fellow artists greetings and basically hyped up the entire hall with their music as if it was their concert alone. you weren’t that interested at first since the event was your very first invitation, so you were more conscious on yourself than having the time to appreciate others, but you were a fan of nct 127’s music.

jaehyun too was lowkey, a fan of your channel. he didn’t want to show how giddy he felt when you stood on that stage; a guitar in hand and just a microphone by your lips. he was aware of the hand-held cameras the staff pointed him with, and tried to keep a straight face. however, when you reached the peak of your unplugged version of your song, the feels hit him differently. you sounded soulful, gentle, that it grew the urge for him to want to do a collab with you.

so when the event finished and you were told to meet other artists at their respective tent / booths, he ran into you— he couldn’t hide his smile anymore. you shook hands with him, realizing that he didn’t took his eyes off of you. “you were amazing out there.” you shyly complimented him, his shimmering suit shone like his eyes did.

“i’d say the same with you y/n.” he smiled and liked the way how your name rolled on his tongue. “i hope we can do a collab some day.”

“that’d be nice.”

jaehyun itched to have contact with you since then; that was three years ago. the last time he saw you in person was when you went to seoul weeks after for an interview. his friends could see the pink dusting his cheeks when you posted a new song, cover or vlog. sometimes he’d forget there was practice because he was too immersed into you. it was up until a couple of months after the event had he built up the courage to direct message you in instragram, finally having to connect with you.

then the rest was history and soon reaching the third year of your relationship. both of your feelings were mutual and came to a decision that you both were a couple. for jaehyun the most, it was quite difficult to dodge the questions at talk shows/interviews relating to love life when all he had in his heart was you and you only. on the other hand, you had to ignore questions on insta live whether you were seeing anyone; because they noticed a different aura within you on every video you upload.

“if you’re wondering how i’m planning to ‘ignore’ yuno.. well, i chose to not use my phone for the next 14 hours. i have to pretend that i’m ‘busy’ and ‘occupied’ with work.” you now entered the lift to exit your apartment and headed to the taxi waiting for you. “hopefully it’ll convince him why i couldn’t use my phone.”

you continued to film your surrounding for aesthetics, choosing the suitable background music. so far in the day, you talked about how hard long distance was. not seeing jaehyun personally for three years was a challenge. sometimes when you knew that he’d visit the city for a tour, you’d be filled with work and filming and bummed out because you wouldn’t be able to see him.

johnny messaged you just before your breakfast that they just finished rehearsal and were now taking a break. you sighed a lot more today as you knew he’d be sending you a message any second.

or so you thought.

♡ yuno ♡ would like to facetime you.

you panicked because right now, you were at the airport. however, luckily enough, you were at a fastfood chain located a little far off from the departure hall, so he wouldn’t notice that you were at the airport and just pigging out at some random restaurant. you placed the phone just beside your laptop, pretending to ‘edit’ videos when you were actually chatting away with johnny for the plans when you reach seoul. the camera was at the other side of your belongings, seated at a blind spot where only you could be seen in his perspective.

“hi babe.” he greeted you with a flying kiss as his sweat rolled down his temples. “oh? you’re outside this early?” he moved sideway as if he could see anything behind you.

“i’m having breakfast.” you showed a subway sandwich and an orange juice. “yeah well, i’m preparing for a meeting later.”

gosh i hate lying to him.

he moistened his lips, brushing his hair back with a headband. “what meeting?” he raised a brow, making you chuckle that he obviously didn’t see your message.

you rolled your eyes, turning the phone to the laptop screen and showed him the chat from the night before. “i told you i have a collab with another channel, didn’t i? anyway, i have to finish up and head for the meeting. call you later?”

“ah..” he whined. “we didn’t even talk for a minute, but okay. i’ll wash up and call you again. take care babe! i love you so much.”

“i love you too.” you said before ending the call. clenching your chest, you sighed deeply as you faced the camera that recorded the whole conversation. “this is hard. i never expected him to call me. i’ll make sure i won’t use my phone starting from now.”

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you yawned quite loudly as you watched the airplane icon reach the borderline of south korea at the screen before you. now that you thought about it, you haven’t recorded anything since the departure and it was a perfect timing because the sun was just rising by your side of the window.

“okay, hello everyone. i’ve been flying for hours that i lost count. but, i’m reaching seoul in about thirty minutes, so i’ll make this quick.” zooming into the ombré sky of blue, pink and orange combined, you hummed a tune that jaehyun used to sing to you to sleep. “see that beautiful colors. my boyfriend sees this morning every day and i’m seeing him really soon.”

once you were out of the aircraft and walking along the hall the leads to the exit, your heart stopped in realization that not only you were seeing jaehyun as a fan after three full years, but actually seeing him officially as his girlfriend. and this thought made your eyes well because you couldn’t believe it was really happening. mixtures of excitement and nervousness took over your body that perhaps other passengers recognised you, and you waved at them in response that you were in seoul for collaboration.

the boys’ manager dressed- rather disguised himself as your guide and picked you up at the airport. he waved at you to catch your attention. when you did so, johnny dialled to call you as he was seated at the car parked outside. “y/n!” he greeted. “turn around! i’m in the car!”

you opened the door and he hugged you quick. his camera was pointed directly at you, obviously recording the moment for jaehyun to watch later. “hi johnny! it’s been so long!”

“too long! we missed a lot of chances to see other whenever the group visits your city. sometimes jae would tear up- or cry but don’t tell him i told you that.” he giggled and helped you sit comfortably in the car. “are you vlogging right now?”

“aw that’s sweet of him.” you pout. “yes i’ve been vlogging since i left my apartment. say hello to the fam.”

“hey what’s up it’s your boy johnny.” he waved and curled his fingers at the cringiness of himself.

johnny felt his phone vibrating. it was a call from mark who updates him of jaehyun’s movements while he was out of the studio. the call was on speaker so you would be able to hear the conversation. “hyung. should i wake him up now?”

you giggled at how that was exactly jaehyun’s habits. “i think you should, mark.” your voice alerting him of your presence.

the younger boy held his reactions in a whisper, afraid that he might awake your boyfriend. “oh my g- hi y/n! i love your acoustic cover of ‘love me now’. jaehyun hyung teared up last night after watching it.”

“really? he teared up again?” your heard sank to the ground knowing how he really felt behind the cameras separating the both of you. your arms weakened at the point but continued to vlog.

“yeah. hold up i’m just gonna-” mark paused and all you heard was the fall of headphones and low groans. “hyung, johnny said he’ll get us food. what do you want?”

a groggy voice contemplated the events of today before yelping in shock that he has a recording to finish. “agh crap what time is it?” jaehyun asked, even if you wanted to speak, johnny refrained you from doing so. you shouldn’t blow your cover now.

“it’s quarter past two.” mark said and helped the dude up on his toes. “we’re getting fried chicken.”

“tsk i was about to call y/n after i washed up.” jaehyun rubbed his eyes. “oh yeah johnny, better come here quick. taeyong hyung said we still have some parts to record.”

you held in your laughs as you covered your lips, sharing identical expressions with johnny. he breathed out before speaking. “uh yeah sure, but i did my part of the cover already. so it’s just you left. see you soon.”

the car was pulled over the studio the boys have been gathered at. some were practicing their choreography while others were resting up. you walked slower than usual and johnny noticed this gestures of yours. who wouldn’t be nervous at a situation like this? it has been three years, so he could imagine the tension between you and yourself only.

mark told everyone to take caution because jaehyun has a sharp eye, that he could read the atmosphere of anything was fishy. even the slight percent of that feeling he could crack an egg open, and the plan would fail. they didn’t want that to happen, this was a special moment for him and you came all the way to surprise him. the effort alone was already precious.

you vlogged again, your chest began its countdown whilst you hid behind a drumset at the recording booth. gladly though, your frame was petite compared to the instrument so you wouldn’t be seen immediately at first glance. cameras were set up and hidden at corners where jaehyun couldn’t see them. all there was was a foldable compact device attached to the mic stand.

the plan was to let jaehyun sing his part of high school musical cover of ‘right here, right now’, due to that one time he playfully joked about being your troy bolton. so you kept that request in mind and chose to do the recording on the day you came to seoul. you pre-recorded your part last week, and you would wait for him to finish his part.

“this is it guys. my hand is shaking, my heart feels like its about to come out of me. i’m already tearing up because i’m going see yuno in less than five min-”

the door swung open causing you to jolt, making one drumstick slide to its abyss, but you managed to catch before it fell. flutters of papers were then placed on the black metal stand, and a low baritone clearing throat for a vocal exercise sure revealed it was yuno. just the impact of careless actions alone, you could tell the person in the studio was indeed your boyfriend.

you exchanged looks from the camera and to jaehyun, repeating this several times because it was hard to catch the timing.

“which part do i have to re-do?” jaehyun’s voice sent shivers down your spine and you fanned yourself keep your calm. “hm? this is a new song cover? okay, but this is a duet though.” he said, checking the titles for the second time. the guys had to bend down slightly from where jaehyun was standing as he was very clueless. “ah so it’s the reprise version? it’s pretty short.” he cleared his throat again.

“can you imagine what would happen, if we could have any dream?..” gosh how honey like his voice was. “i’d wish this moment, was ours to own it and that it would never leave..”

“then i would thank that star, that made our wish come true.”

jaehyun’s eyes grew as your voice was heard through the headphones. he tried to keep his cool, even though his expression changed a little. “‘cause he knows that where you are, is where i should be too.”

in a few seconds the chorus was about to be sung, you left your camera at the bass drum when you pulled him for a back hug, after when he sang.

“right here. right now?..” jaehyun lost tune at the latter word, turning to see the person who was hugging him; soon revealing your beaming smile. he looked back at his friends who were jumping and cheering, he squinted at their phones and cameras that were up to capture the moment.

he removed his headphones as reality punched him in the gut, arms quickly wrapping you for a longing embrace. “y/n..” he said, carrying you slightly to enjoy the surprise. the boys came into the recording studio, your ears ringing at their volumes of woohoo’s and yeah’s.

he finally saw you in the flesh, the real deal. not behind low quality screens or hours of long phone calls. you were with him now, and that was all that mattered to him.

“surprise?” you tiptoed to kiss his cheek but he nuzzled himself at the crook of your neck to hide his tears. they were dampening your clothes a little. “aw babe.”

“is he crying?” johnny asked with a teasing voice and when he didn’t get any response, he turned to the camera. “ladies and gents, and johfam, our boy jae is finally crying in front of cameras.”

“shut up.” jaehyun butt back, his nose pink and his eyelashes were slight wet. “you’re here.” he hugged you again like how a koala would do.

you held his hand and intertwined them with yours. “yeah, i’m here- oh wow you’re shaking.”

jaehyun’s chin rested on top of your head, his dimples deepening as he gave the same smile whenever he’d facetime you. “i thought you had a meeting with another channel?” he asked, swaying you from side to side as you all came out of the recording booth.

lunch then was placed on the table, you sat amongst them, they dug in like they haven’t eaten good food. “i did. the channel’s called johnny’s communication center.”

the said boy gave you a wink and jaehyun caressed his neck in bewilderment. “hyung, you were part of this?”

“maybe, maybe not.” he popped a kimbap into his mouth, savouring the flavours. “i picked her up at the airport and the boys knew it all along.” he said, later noticing jaehyun’s attention was full onto you. he nudged the others to give you both space and left with their fair share of the food.

jaehyun rubbed circles at your back, he loved keeping you close. the smile never left his face and his ears went to a deeper red. “you planned all this for me?”

“because i missed you a lot more than you think.” you poked his dimples that he smiled widely than before.

“i missed you too.” he stared into you. “when are you leaving though?”

a chuckle of faux disbelief escaped your lips. “yuno, i just got here and you’re asking me when i’ll leave?”

he brought your hand up for a small kiss. “i’m asking because i don’t want you to, y/n. just stay with me.” his voice practically begging you, and you softened your gaze at him, wanting the same as well.

“i don’t know when i’ll see you next..” he trailed off as you wait for his response. “..i meant that in person.”

you inclined yourself to him and hugged him tighter. “let’s think of that later. we can make arrangements. all that matters is i’m here right now.” you giggled with pressed lips.

jaehyun stared down at you, leaning in for your first kiss. “gosh i love you so much.”

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seokjinchuriki · 4 years

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things will be okay | j.s

Pairing: Idol!Johnny x Rookie!Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Genre: Fluff! Angst? Idol!AU

Summary: being an idol is hard. as you navigate through your life as a rookie, you find yourself with doubts and you happen to meet johnny seo along the way.

Warnings: reader has lots of insecurities :( and people can be mean

A/N: i dunno what i was doing when i was writing this, this focuses a lot on the reader’s struggle as an idol rather than her relationship with johnny, but i dunno, i like this.

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God, you were tired. Sweat dripped down your forehead and you could barely breathe, but you had to work hard. You were the last member to be revealed and to debut with your group, PANDORA, so all the pressure was on you make a good impression. PANDORA was a five person consisting of Hyejin, Yoona, Belle, Minji, and finally, you. In all honesty, you weren't the thinnest idol out here, nor did you believe you as talented as your seniors, and that was one of the reasons k-netizens have been at your throat for the last few months.

"(Y/N), don't overwork yourself, okay?" Your group's leader, Hyejin, said, running over to pat you on the back. She gave you a soft smile, "I know Yoona has been giving you shit about not pulling your own weight, but you've been doing wonderfully to me, alright? Your voice has improved since your debut and so has your dancing and I'm so proud of you, our little maknae!"

You nodded, sending a smile back and sitting down on the floor of the practice room. She kneel beside you, "don't let anyone get to you. The members and I are going out to dinner, you're obviously invited!" you were happy to be involved, but after Yoona blew up in your face in front of everyone, you wanted to be alone.

"I think I'll stay in, I promise I won't be here long. Just another hour! I'll meet you at the dorms." You told her and she nodded, she understood you, and knew how hard idol life was, especially since you're directly in the line of fire at the moment.

"Okay, if you change your mind, we'll be at that restaurant you really like." She smiled again at you, rubbing your head with her hand and walked out of the room, leaving you, a mirror, and your thoughts to muster.

You stared at your reflection, contemplating why you even though you were meant to be an idol in the first place. The constant nagging and people telling you to... lose weight, to be paler, to not be yourself was tiresome. You stood up from the ground, were you even cut out for this?

"Hey, are you still using this room?"

You were pulled out of your thoughts immediately, whipping yourself around so quickly, you fell back, but you got up quickly. Registering the face that belong to the voice, you were in shock.

It was Johnny Seo, from NCT- You were in awe. Yes, you were under SM, but as a rookie, you never really got to see the other idols. If you weren't so tired and broken down, you were sure you would've squealed but you stood there in silence, nothing coming out of your mouth except air.

Then you realized what he had asked, "oh, I, uh, no, I'm done with this room! I'll be out of here, just let me grab my thi-"

"Are you okay?" You were cut off, a little shocked by his question. You looked up at him, seeing his face full of worry, which was strange considering you didn't know each other. In the moment, it felt like your life was straight out of a fanfiction.

"Huh? Why would I no-"

"You're crying... or you were." Were you crying? You turned around and looked at yourself in the large mirror once more. Dried tears stained your cheeks and your eyes were puffy. You were crying, or you had been crying, you just didn't realize it because you were too deep into your intrusive thoughts.

"Oh, I- I'm fine. Something got into my eye- BOTH of my eyes." You said quickly, this was so awkward. Of all people in this entire building, did you have to meet THE Johnny Seo, while you were crying over things you were hardly able to control. Your life really was a fanfiction in this moment and while, now, you were sure there were PANDORA fans writing about you on Tumblr, hopefully good things, before, in your trainee days, you did check out a couple of fanfictions, while it's weird now, considering you work around and meet a bunch of the people you've read about.

"You're the rookie from pandora, right? (Y/N), or LIN, the one who debuted a few months after everyone else?" He asked, he stared at you with his weird intense eyes, and you nodded, "you know you don't have to hide your feelings, right?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're obviously in a very tough place right now and as a senior idol, I understand. It's chaotic and you've clearly been bottling all of this up. Not to psychoanalyze you or anything." He was feeling just as awkward as you, but he couldn't help but want to talk to you, he saw all the hate you got from k-netizens and all the pressure put on you by your manager from afar.

You were unsure of what to say because he's right, you were bottling all of this up, it's just strange. You've only seen him from afar at award shows, the ones you've been to, and through the screen of your computer, and suddenly, you're here, with him pretty much psychoanalyzing you.

"I uh, I'm gonna go." You said, picking up your things quickly and running out of the room.

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The next time you run into Johnny Seo is at an award show, backstage, a couple months later. He was sitting with his members and you were just running to get a water bottle, unfortunately, you did not notice the long legs extended out in front of you and tripped, hitting the ground in a very ugly manner. Luckily, no one saw... except for all of NCT. Why do bad things happen to you like this? Were you a shitty emperor in one of your past lives who killed thousands for no reason? Honestly, you were starting to think some entity was just messing with you.

"Oh shit- I'm so sorry!" And the icing on top of the cake was that Johnny had been the one you tripped over.

"It's fine," you said quickly, rubbing your arm, which hurt a bit from the impact of the floor, "I should've watched where I was going!" You let out a laugh at your clumsiness, another thing people tended to patronize you for, but you could not control it- You may be coordinated and steady in a 3 minute long dance, but in the real world, your own feet were your enemy. While you were going through much as a new idol and feeling the pressure, you did manage to make yourself every once in a while. Life couldn't always be rainclouds, so you had to make your own rainbows.

"You took a hard fall," Jungwoo said, pulling you away from the embarrassment of having to look at man whose legs you tripped over, but way to state the obvious, dude. Mark agreed, nodding his head, giggling a little bit.

"Well, running in heels is never a great idea. I'd rather run in 10 pound anklets than these. At least, I'd have a shot in those." Oh my god, what were you saying? You are a professional! He is your senior and you are a rookie. The mini you on your shoulder was SCREECHING.

Before mini you could eat your thoughts alive, the sound of a laugh similar to honey pulled you out of the rabbit-hole, "that's a bit of a stretch between two things. Wait- if you can't run in heels, how can you dance in them?" You turned your head to look at Johnny.

"Here's the thing-" You started, but before you could finish, you heard your name being called. You looked over your shoulder to see Belle sauntering over to you, ever so graceful in her heels.

"We're going back to the dorm, (Y/N/N)." She said, while pinching your cheek, you scrunched up your nose. You were only three years younger than her- And freshly 20 years old, how dare she! The audacity-

"Okay, B, I'll meet you guys at the van." She patted your head, and excused herself from the lingering stares of the NCT boys.

"I uh, I'm leaving now, sorry for tripping over your legs." You bowed franticly, but before you could leave, the man of the hour stopped you.

"You dropped this." He handed you a piece of paper with a number on it. When did you drop this? OH. When did he have time to write this down? Your cheeks went hot and you smiled, bowing again and fasting walking in the torture devices on your feet.

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Getting back to the shared dorm felt like... hours, when really it was only a good 30 minutes, but time is all relative. You looked at your phone, opening up instagram to see your feed was flooded with articles on your mistake from the stage today.

'PANDORA's LIN misses a high note. Worst rookie of the year."

Ouch, that hurt. After that run-in with Johnny in the practice room, you tried to doubt yourself less, but these articles still do hurt. Before your tripping accident, when you were on stage performing, your voice had cracked during your """award winning""" high note and even though you knew you'd get shit for it, you were human after all. Some things being said hurt more than others, but you try to keep your head high.

"Something bothering you, (Y/N/N)?" Asked Minji, who had a concern look in her eyes, noticing the change in your mood. While you had been revealed last and had debuted last, you still all knew each other as trainees and were basically family. Despite the occasional yelling from Yoona, you suppose it was out of love.

"Just another article... You'd think I'd get use to it now." You knew you weren't the only hated idol in the world, but this was your story and you were telling it, and for sure, it hurt. For people to question, harshly, your talents, things you've worked so hard to improve, and things you couldn't change was painful and you just had to deal with it.

The KPOP industry was ruthless. People constantly tore idols down from left to right and to speak out on it, was like... a fish trying to climb a tree. Lives were at stake and people didn't even know it. Why were you always in the public eye? You did nothing except debut and work your ass off.

You sighed, and just decided to ignore any hate coming your way because if you weren't doing your best, you wouldn't have been put in this group in the first place.

When you finally got to the dorm, you were ecstatic, you finally got to lay in bed and munch on some chips, while you were on a diet, you still had your secret stash. You may get backlash for being a bigger idol, but that doesn't mean you should deprive yourself of a bag of chips every single day.

As you got into the room you shared with Minji, you crashed onto your bed, sighing out in relief. You suddenly remembered the piece of paper in your pocket, the one with a specific someone's number on it. It wouldn't hurt to text him, right? He did give you his number.

[10:08PM] You — hey uh, is this johnny seo? this is lin, wait no (Y/N), from pandora

You weren't expecting such a fast response.

[10:09PM] Johnny Seo — hey! i'm surprised you actually texted me considering how shocked you were.

[10:09PM] Johnny Seo — are you doing well from the last time we "spoke"?

It took you a bit to respond, unsure of what to say.

[10:12PM] You — doing better! after our chance encounter, i don't doubt myself and bottle up my feelings as much

Why were you already so comfortable texting him about these things? You barely knew each other. Aside from knowing the information on his KPOP profile, you barely knew any real things about him and vise versa.

[10:12PM] Johnny Seo — that's great! :)

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It's been a couple more months, seven to be exact, since you and Johnny started talking and it's been pretty well. You weren't sure how you got into this situation, like an actual real-life fanfiction situation, but here you were. PANDORA had just finished with promoting their newest album and all of the members were taking a break for the next two weeks.

[11:35PM] jojo (rabbit) suh — two words: arcade game

[11:36PM] You — is this your way of inviting me out to an arcade? aren't you suppose to be practicing or something?

[11:36PM] jojo (rabbit) suh — have a break today, are you gonna deny me the chance to see your beautiful face?

Strangely, his compliment made you blush, you knew it was in a platonic sense to call you beautiful and it was over text, but like you've said before: you are human. With big emotions and there's been a lot of body shaming floating around your head since your debut all those months ago, and if we're all being honest with ourselves, Johnny Seo is an attractive man.

[11:38PM] You — are you gonna come pick me up? you know i hate driving

You did hate driving, a car was a metal death trap and no way were you gonna go behind the wheel unless absolutely necessary! No deaths or crashes on your hands, especially when it would blow up even more than needed with every news outlet trying to catch you on your latest mistake.

[11:39PM] jojo (rabbit) suh — you know it, meet me outside your dorm building in 10

It was almost, and here you were, about to go play video games with of the most well-known idols out there, you would say you're well-known too nowadays, but NCT and it's eighteen members were on another level.

a good ten minutes later

You were standing outside the dorm, a hat on your hat, a big fluffy coat on your shoulders, and a mask covering your face. You were undercover. Just kidding, but maybe you'd be a bit happier being a detective, who knows.

A familiar car pulled up and you were met with an excited Johnny, who happened to roll the window's down, and yell, "get in loser!" Was this now a cringey movie rather than a fanfiction?

You quickly got in.

The drive to the arcade was a good one, with Johnny blasting music from NCT because as we all know it, and so does he, you were an NCT fangirl before you were an idol.

"WE'LL TAKE IT SLOW- BABY, BABY, WE'LL TAKE IT SLOWWWW-" You belted out, 'The 7th Sense' was honestly your most favorite song: the beats, the concept, the way Taeyong and Mark could dance keep their hats on- AND, it was a song made for the NCT U, nobody can do the choreography like them.

Johnny laughed at your out-of-key singing, he found endearing that you were comfortable enough to sing like that around him, when he knew you beat yourself up over things like your voice cracking on stage during a performance or something that was harder for you to control.

After that faithful day when he gave you his number and you texted him, he was smitten with you. You were so cute, down to earth, and you worked so hard, but you were so hard on yourself. He's been there through all of your panic attacks, your days where you wouldn't eat. For the past seven months, he's always been there for you and you were grateful.

"We're here, bub," he said to you, turning off the music, causing you to pout a bit, but you got out of the car nonetheless, putting your mask and hat back on. You got out and skipped to the front of the arcade excitedly. The owner was very kind to the both of you and knew it was very hard for you to go out and do normal things like go to an arcade, so he allowed you both a key, and trusted you to lock up when you were done.

No worries, no stressing over whether or not you were up to standard, just good video games with someone you trusted with your heart. Within these seven months, Johnny has been so kind and with your former fangirl status, you were happy to get to know him, you had a lot more in common than you expected, and you would be lying if you said you didn't like him more than a friend.

You've been a trainee a good portion of your life and you were happy to have some type of normalcy, whether it be a crush on a boy or sneaking out to an arcade in the middle of the night.

As you were both standing over the PACMAN game, you the one playing, and him watching, the man in question couldn't help but stare at you as you concentrated, your tongue sticking out of your mouth. You were honestly adorable.

"You're really cute, you know that?" Slipped out of his mouth before you could think, and after a few seconds of gears turning in your head, finally looking up at him with your mouth open, as if you were nonverbally saying, 'what?'

"I said you're really cute," he repeated, you couldn't believe your ears, "and I uh, I like you, (Y/N)." he went for it and you just stared at him in awe.

"Like... like-like me?" You heard the tell-tale signs of your loss of the game, but you were too enthralled to care.

"Yeah. You're really sweet and the night I saw you in the practice room... I knew I wanted to talk to you, tears and all. You're so strong and hardworking. And you're so delicate and hard on yourself. You're just an amazing person, you care so much about everyone around you too. You dedicate yourself to improvement. Overall, I think you're fantastic, and this entire thing feels like an entire scene from a movie, but I like you. A lot. Would say I love you, but like I said this feels too much like a cheesy movie scene." He was rambling now, unsure of what else to say, well, he knew what to say, he was just feeling awkward about it.

"I- Uh," Your cheeks were burning and your heart felt like it was an olympic gymnast doing flips, "I like-like you too."

This did not end in a kiss, but a lot of awkward hand holding. Cue the new, yet awkward lovers montage! Cue the happy music!

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The next morning in your dorm, you were staring at your phone, the notifications center being bombarded with different things. The one that caught your eye though was the newest article from allkpop. As you clicked it, the first thing you saw was a picture of you and Johnny exiting the car in front of the arcade and the title was really blunt, 'NCT's Johnny Seo and Pandora's LIN dating?'

For the first time in forever, you weren't scared of a simple article, the consequences be damned! You were finally feeling happy and this is the least anxious you've been since you debuted.

Happy squealing could be heard from the living space of the dorm and your phone pinged a second later.

[10:46AM] jojo :> — guess the cats out of the bag now

It sure was, but who cares? Well... SM did, Johnny's fans did, and yours probably did as well, but for a moment, you were calm.

Things were going to be okay.

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lostinthewiind · 5 years

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A Happy Birthday Indeed

Johnny Martin - Band of Brothers

THIS IS A BIRTHDAY GIFT FOR THE LOVELY AND AMAZING @warmommy WHOM I LOVE SOOOO MUCH! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RACHEL! 29 NEVER LOOKED SO GOOD, BABE ;)

Warnings: ***SEXY TIME***

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With a box full of rations that you were supposed to be taking to the kitchen in your arms, you jumped from the sidewalk and onto the grass when you heard the familiar sound of stampeding footfalls behind you. Moments later, Easy Company jogged past; dressed in their PT gear with looks of exhaustion and frustration on their faces, it was obvious they were heading to run Currahee yet again.

If there was one company at Toccoa that got it the worst, it was without a doubt Easy. Their Captain, Sobel, was an absolute jackass and on more than one occasion you had witnessed him handing out tasks and punishments for no other reason than to fuck with the men.

“Have fun, boys.” you waved as you waited for them to pass. Shifting the box into one arm and letting it rest on your hip, you kept your eyes peeled for the one trooper you knew you wanted to give a very special and personal hello to.

Bringing up the rear, Johnny Martin spotted you and his face lit up. With a quick check to make sure none of the other guys were watching, he jumped from the path as well and pulled you back between the two nearest buildings so the two of you were out of sight.

Martin couldn’t risk the other Paratroopers knowing that he did indeed have a soft side. As far as they knew, he had never smiled once in his entire life. You knew differently, however.

Letting out a small, surprised shriek, you dropped the box of rations to the ground as the man pinned you against the exterior of one of the wooden barracks and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “Happy birthday,” Martin whispered, his face dawning a mischevious smirk all the while.

Your eyes widened slightly and you cocked a single brow. “How did you know it was my birthday today? I never told you.” you let out a small chuckle. “Did you read my file or something?”

“Nope.” Martin was still sporting his smirk. “I cannot reveal my sources though.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Of course you can’t. That would make it too easy for me. Anyway, we don’t have to make a big deal about it. I’m not really a birthday person.”

Knowing he only had a few more minutes before someone noticed he was missing, Martin hooked your waistband with his fingers and yanked you flush against himself. “Well, maybe I’m a birthday person.” he began to pepper your neck with quick, open-mouthed kisses. “When I’m done with this fucking run we are gonna celebrate.”

“Okay,” you felt the agreement slip from your lips without even thinking about it. Martin knew how to make you putty in his hands in mere seconds, and that moment was no different.

“Okay,” he echoed before letting you go and beginning to walk off.

“Wait,” you called to him before he could leave, your eyes narrowing at him as you licked your bottom lip. “If you’re gonna find me later, make sure you’re wearing the PT gear. I find the short shorts extremely sexy.”

Martin let out a small laugh and shrugged. “Whatever you want, babe. It’s your birthday.”

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An hour or so later you found yourself in the kitchen. After dropping off the box of rations you had found that the cabinets had been left in a mess and had decided to stick around for a while to clean them out.

You weren’t sure how long it would be until Martin was finished with his day, but the sun was already beginning to set so you figured he would be looking for you soon; you just hoped he thought to look for you in the kitchen.

Thankfully, your hopes were fulfilled because about ten minutes later the back door of the kitchen that was mainly used for delivery men and kitchen staff flew open. A gust of the cool evening breeze drifted into the room, and with it, Martin.

Still dressed in his PT gear, just as you had requested, and practically dripping with sweat, Martin stormed over to you with a look of lust and determination on his face.

“You look like-” you started, but before you could even finish your sentence, Martin captured your face in his rough hands and kissed you hard.

Before you knew it, your lower back was pressing into the edge of the counter and you were snaking your arms around the hot and sweaty man’s neck. “Happy birthday, gorgeous,” he muttered into your mouth before backing away a step or two and pulling something out of his pocket.

Presenting the small, rectangular box to you with a hopeful smile on his face, Martin panted hard, obviously still tired from whatever Sobel had put them through. “I hope you like it,” he told you.

Taking the box from him, you flipped it open and immediately gasped. Your free hand flew to your chest to grasp at the area over your heart as you stared down at the beautiful, glimmering necklace that sat inside the black box. “Johnny.” you had to pause for a second to find your words again. “This…this is beautiful. Thank you.”

“It’s okay?” he asked.

“It’s more than okay.” you smiled wide, a sudden realization wiping it from your face moments later. “Oh, but this must have cost a small fortune. I-I can’t accept this. This is too much.”

You closed the box and tried to hand it back, but Martin refused to take it. “No, no.” he pushed it back to you. “I want you to have it, really. Happy birthday.”

“Martin-” you started to feel guilty about the extravagant gift.

“Y/N.” Martin opened the box in your hands and plucked the necklace out before spinning you around. “I knew what I was doing when I bought this for you.” he began to put the necklace on you, the cool metal making you shiver as it brushed against your neck; Martin’s fingers have much of the same effect. “You’re not some temporary thing for me.” he secured the necklace around your neck before pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “I plan on spending many more birthdays with you where I will shower you with gifts just like this.”

Turning back around, you glanced down at the jewelry before meeting Martin’s gaze. “I love it.” you could feel your heart bursting at the seams. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” he took the empty box from your hands before tossing it onto the counter behind you, his eyes suddenly darkening. “Now, it’s time for your second gift.”

“Second gift?” you questioned.

“Yes.” Martin nodded. “It will require something first, though.”

“What would that be?”

“You to be wearing nothing but that necklace.”

Stalking towards you, Martin reached for the hem of your shirt before pulling it over your head and throwing it to the floor. Once your skin was exposed his mouth went right to the top of your breasts while his hands moved to work on the clasp of your bra.

Letting your head fall back slightly, you let out an airy moan that turned into a sharp gasp when his tongue flickered over your already hard nipples. As his mouth worked on your breasts, Martin’s hands relocated to your ass, giving the pliable flesh a squeeze before picking you up and placing you on top of the counter.

Martin’s eyes drifted up to look at you while he worked his mouth down your stomach. With one hand steadying yourself and the other in his hair, you watched the man before you intently as he left saliva trails all over your body.

Sensing what was about to happen next, you kicked your boots off and let them tumble to the kitchen floor below you.

Fingers hooking your waistband, much like they had done earlier that day, Martin yanked your pants and panties down your legs in one quick motion, discarding them on the floor just like he had done previously with your shirt and bra.

Then, just like he had wanted, you were in nothing but the necklace that he had gifted you. “I think you should be like this always.” he bent down, his arms hooking around your legs and pulling you to the edge of the counter as he started kissing and nipping his way up your inner thighs.

“I think you should be like this always.” you retorted in between ragged breaths, thoroughly enjoying the sight of him between your legs.

Martin didn’t speak but instead decided to move up and lick a single stripe between your folds as a response. Gripping hard onto the edge of the counter, you had to bite down on your tongue to stifle the cry that nearly escaped.

“John,” you warned him, fully aware that he knew what he was doing to you.

Lifting his head, he looked up at you with his best impression of puppy-dog eyes. “What? Should I stop?”

“No…” you answered.

His expression switched back to devious in an instant. “Didn’t think so.” he dipped his head back down and captured your clit between his teeth lightly, flicking his tongue over it again and again.

Throwing your head back once more, you smacked your skull into the cabinets by accident, but you couldn’t even feel the pain because the pleasure was so overwhelming. “Shit!” you cursed anyway as a force of habit.

“Shhh!” Martin spoke into your core, the vibrations of his voice sending waves of euphoria through your body.

Just as the familiar sensation began to build inside of you in the pit of your stomach, Martin stood up straight again, drawing a whimper out of you due to the loss of contact.

“Don’t worry, Doll.” he began to untie the drawstring of his shorts. “We’re nowhere near done yet.”

Dropping his pants and boxers, Martin kicked them into the quickly building pile of clothes before wrapping a hand around his already stiff member. With his free hand, he stuck two fingers into his mouth — his eyes never leaving yours — and then approached you. As soon as those two fingers pushed their way between your folds and inside of you, you had to throw your palm over your mouth to keep from being too loud.

It really wouldn’t be a good thing for something passing by to hear you. Technically speaking, you weren’t really supposed to fuck in the kitchen, believe it or not.

Martin’s hands worked tirelessly, one pumping his own length while the other pumped two fingers in and out of you. His skin was still shining from the sweat of running Currahee, but the sight of him in his PT shirt and nothing else and covered in sweat was something you couldn’t get enough of.

“God, I’m gonna miss you so much when you go away,” you spoke softly, not able to trust your voice enough to speak any louder.

“Then I better make sure you have some really good memories of me.” he pulled his fingers from you suddenly. He didn’t leave you empty for long though, because before you could even complain about the absence of contact, he was standing between your legs and pushing his cock into you slowly, inch by inch.

Feeling a shock course through your body, your hands moved to grab onto Martin’s biceps for stability. “Johnny.” your face was millimeters away from his. “Please,” you begged without even having to be asked.

“Are you having a good birthday?” he stopped as soon as he was buried all the way inside of you and refused to move again until you answered.

You nodded, but that obviously wasn’t good enough. “Yes.” you finally spoke. “Yes, this has been the best birthday ever.”

“Good.” he smiled before closing the gap between your mouths. With your bottom lip trapped between his teeth, he grabbed onto your hips hard — his fingertips digging deep into your skin — and he began to fuck you just the way he knew you liked it; fast and rough.

Allowing one hand to leave your side, Martin reached up and tangled his fingers into your hair, collecting a fistful of it so he could hold your head in place. While Martin pounded into you over and over again, his pace relentless, he made sure you looked him in the eyes the entire time.

“Look at me, baby,” he ordered even though his tone was anything but aggressive. “Look me in the eyes while I fuck you.”

You did as he said, and within a matter of minutes, you could feel the pressure building up in your core again. “I’m getting close.” you encouraged him. “Please, don’t stop.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he assured you.

Grabbing your legs again, he lifted them both up so they were resting on his shoulders. In that new position, he was able to hit your G-spot every single time he entered you.

Holding onto Martin for dear life, you let him fuck you into ecstasy. While you came, your body shaking with the tidal waves of pleasure that ran through your entire being, Martin reached his own high and buried his head in your neck.

Biting down hard on your shoulder to muffle his grunts, he gave a few more sloppy thrusts before falling still, his breathing even more labored than it had been after his trip up and down Currahee.

“Happy birthday.” he pressed a kiss over the teeth marks he had left.

Glancing up at the clock on the wall, you took note of the time and smiled. “There are still three hours left of my birthday.” you hinted with a suggestive wiggle of your eyebrows. “Let’s put that good ‘ol Paratrooper stamina to the test, shall we?”

“God, I wish every day was your birthday.”

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What’s Worth Fighting For - Ch 1

“Then why are you going?” Ellie asked, standing and following me as I headed towards the door.

“I need his help. And he’s not doing anyone any good gone.”

“You must be pretty desperate. It’s not often Nick can’t save himself.”

“As a matter of fact, I am.”

Wayfaring Stranger - Johnny Cash

You’re looking for a man. He can help you. But he ain’t gonna be the man you expect. I’m ashamed to say my fear and rage was leading me back then. Giving an old lady chems seemed so small compared to what I was looking for. Her visions were all I had to go on, and nothing was more important than finding Shaun. I’ve tried to make myself regret it, to let the guilt weigh on me, but I can’t. It led me to the truth. More importantly, it led me to Nick.

I always thought this story started in the Vault. With the death of my old self, and everything I knew. Watching my world, along with the people in it, disappear in a blink of an eye had sparked enough vengeance in me to fuel a war. It should have been enough to be the main plot. Not that it was small, but I guess I’m a sucker for a nice guy with a broken soul. Either way, it turns out this story actually starts at the ballpark. But you should know before you start, in case you hadn't picked up on it already, this was never supposed to be a love story.

The crash of glass filled my ears, pulling me from my deep sleep and sending me sitting straight up. I grabbed my gun from the nightstand and had it readied on the door, taking short and shallow breaths as my brain caught up to my actions. My heart thumped in my ears, with sweat already building at my brow. The shatter was followed by boisterous yelling coated in accents too thick and angry for me to decipher through the wall, but from what I could tell it was only the innkeeper brothers quarrelling.

The air I was holding in my lungs released as did the tension in myself. I let the firearm lay in my lap as I held my face in my hands, counting the seconds as my breathing brought my pulse back down to a regular rate.

I was still grateful the shock woke me. The images from my nightmares were quickly blurring together to the point that they were unrecognizable. If I had to experience them while I slept, at least I couldn’t remember them when I woke up.

My shoulders refused to relax as I rolled out of bed. In fact, my whole body ached from my journey the night before. I should have taken the nearly day’s walk from Sanctuary to Boston more seriously. But it wasn’t the first time I did something stupidly impulsive for the sake of the mission. Certainly wouldn’t be the last.

Ready to leave the musty smell of my rented room behind me, I hoisted my leather armor over my shoulders and fumbled with the buckles as my sweaty fingers continued to tremble. It must have taken me five full minutes to get everything strapped on. And once it was I started to sweat even more, the leather feeling as if it was constricting around me.

Everything about this world, and the anxieties it stirred in me, felt so foreign. It had only been a handful of days since I had unfroze, yet it felt like I had lived weeks in this wasteland already. Time had its own mind here, with every moment full of either danger or needed rest. There was no telling how it would move next.

My days used to start so slow and sweet. Usually with Nate’s warm voice telling me that Shaun was crying. He’d bring him in from the nursery and we’d snuggle around him in bed. Just staring as our son babbled and cooed at us. Listening to the radio, sipping at the coffee on the nightstand. The sun would start to rise and we’d get up with it.

I wish I had wanted it more then. I wish we had begged the sun to stay low just a bit longer. To keep the moment stretched on, and our son beside us. Even if just for a little while. Safe, warm, perfect.

The bittersweet memories stung my chest, causing tears to well up. I quickly pushed them out of my head, but was still left a tired, jittery mess. Unfortunately, this was my morning routine. Battling the visions mixed from the past, present, and my nightmares. At this point, it seemed only one thing could calm my nerves.

“Ah, Viv! Our newest patron. You finally woke up.” The bartender bellowed out with a laugh the moment he saw me dragging myself from the hall of rooms to the bar.

“Good morning, Vadim.” I offered him half a smile as my arms fell to the counter.

“I am sorry about the fighting. My brother and I don’t always see eye to eye… Eh, are you okay? You're as white as a sheet.”

“I’m fine.” I waved him off before pressing my eyes into my palms. “Just looking for something strong.”

“No problem, what’s your drink?”

“Bourbon.” With a stiff nod he grabbed the shot glass from underneath the bar and the liquor with it. The quiet splash of brown liquid made crave the drink even more. I snatched it from its surface and threw it back without bothering to taste it. My face twisted as it burned the whole way down, but the warmth quickly took over and calmed my nerves. “Thanks.” I pulled out the small bunch of caps I had in my front pocket and counted out the payment, plus a couple extra for him.

“Will you be back tonight?” Vadim asked, pocketing the caps.

“Depends on how my day goes.” I gave him a short wave before leaving the grimey, makeshift inn.

The Diamond City I was walking through that morning was much different than the night before. It reminded me of the last ball game we went to. It was right before Shaun was born and Nate surprised me with tickets right behind home plate. Not too far from where I was standing actually, just two hundred years earlier. Who knew a baseball field was big enough for a whole city? If you could call it a city. Smashing a few dozen or so metal shacks inside a ballpark wouldn’t have fit my qualifications before we went under. But so far this was the closest thing I had seen that felt like home. The houses and businesses formed a bull’s eye around the stadium with the Power Noodles bar dotting the center. The Dugout Inn where I was staying was tucked away in an alley towards the city gates and to start exploring I ventured back toward where I had started last night.

“Read all about it! Institute replaces people with machines! Are you next?” A young girl with short, wriley, dark hair announced from her podium. “Hey lady!" Her short arms wildly waved me over, her long skirt flouncing a bit around her pants as she bounced. "You're new, right? All newcomers get their first issue free." She extended the flyer out to me.

"How could you tell?"

"My sister told me to look out for a doe eyed misfit.”

“I am not doe eyed.” I huffed, taking the flyer. I made a face at the girl as she smirked at me. “I’m guessing you’re Piper’s little sister?”

“Most people call me Nat.”

"Most people call me Viv…” I let my eyes fall to the paper, wandering the article aimlessly. It started to catch my attention when a name stuck out to me. “What's the Institute?” I asked her.

“You don’t know about the Institute? Oh, man... ” She rolled her eyes at me. I narrowed mine in return at her. “They snatch people up and replace you with robots." She sighed.

“Do people disappear a lot?”

“How would I know? They look just like us.” She retorted with an eyeroll. I let out a breath, trying to keep my patience.

“You’re a smart kid. I’m sure you know someone who does know.” She pondered this for a moment before shrugging her shoulders.

“I guess, you’d have to ask the detective, Mr. Valentine. He’s the only one to go to if someone’s gone missing."

“Oh yeah? Where’s he at?”

“Probably his office. It’s down that alley. There’s a sign at the end that shows the way.”

“Hey, thanks kid.”

“Remember what I said about the Institute! You can’t trust anyone.” She called after me as I walked. I waved goodbye and heard Nat muttering under her breath as I walked away. “Give her ten days… max.” I couldn’t help but laugh at this. She gave me three more days than I had given myself.

I followed her directions to the agency, quickly finding the glowing detective sign pointing me to the covered alleyway. Even in the daylight the pink neon ‘Valentine Detective Agency’ sign seemed like it was the only thing lighting the way. A heart shot by an arrow glowed behind the lettering with another arrow pointing towards the dark and narrow corridor leading towards the entrance. Passing the light, I couldn’t help but hear the fortune teller’s words in my mind.

You find that heart that's gonna lead you to your boy. Oh, it's... it's bright. So bright against the dark alleys it walks. Maybe feeding that crazy old lady drugs was worth it after all. I should have written everything she said down, I thought to myself.

The metal door creaked open, and I was sure I would have alerted anyone inside. It was a simple box-y metal and concrete office, but was filled completely with files, papers, and other miscellaneous items that I could only guess were clues to cases. Off to the right, behind me, was a short hall that led to what I assumed were living quarters. Despite the cold look it gave, the agency felt warm and inviting. Across the room young lady in a flowy dress and dark jacket was rifling through files, completely oblivious to me intruding.

“The bills… Oh, forget the bills.” She sighed, mournfully muttering to herself. I decided to make my presence known, and finished walking inside, closing the door with a light slam. I figured I would have startled her but she kept her back towards me, continuing away with her work.

“Hello?” I finally spoke up.

“We're closed.” She told me over her shoulder. My eyebrows knitted together in frustration.

"I don't want to be rude but is Mr. Valentine here? It’s important."

"I’m sorry, the detective's gone." My heart felt like it missed a beat. I couldn’t have gone all this way to be led to a dead end.

"Gone? Gone where?" I asked. She turned to face me, her dress flouncing around her legs. "He was working a case. Skinny Malone's gang kidnapped a young woman and he tracked them down to an old subway station. I told him that it didn't feel right. But he just smiled and walked out like he always does… always did.” As sad as she sounded I couldn’t help but let out a silent sigh of relief. As long as he was alive he could help me find Shaun. It was just a matter of getting to him.

“Couldn’t he still come back?”

“He’s gotten himself into trouble before, but he’s never been gone this long. I never thought the day would actually come where he didn’t come back.”

“No one’s tried to get him?” I asked.

“Who do you send to find the man who finds everyone else?” She walked over to the desk in front of me and sat down in the armchair. Her face was fallen with defeat. I let out a long sigh, realizing I was about to make another stupid, and possibly fatal, decision.

“What’s your name?” I asked her, pulling the bag off my back. I dug around, counting my ammo boxes. After a quick stop at the gun stand in the market I would be set.

“Ellie.” She dried her tears, quickly composing herself.

“Where did you say he went, Ellie?”

“Park Street Station, it’s an old pre-war ruin. Skinny and his gang took it over.”

“Okay, great. I actually remember where that is.” I flung the bag back on my shoulder.

“You’re not actually going after him.”

“Do you have a better idea?”

“No, you just... you don’t strike me as the fighting type.”

“I’m not really.”

“Then why are you going?” Ellie asked, standing and following me as I headed towards the door.

“I need his help. And he’s not doing anyone any good gone.”

“You must be pretty desperate. It’s not often Nick can’t save himself.”

“As a matter of fact, I am.”

My legs were on fire by the time I had reached the Boston common. I had been able to get away with only running across some ghouls and a few rogue raiders before reaching this point, but I was still high on my guard.

Plywood signs along the metal fencing warned me not to wander inside the common’s park. Lucky for me, the hub was just on the edge and no where near the center. The buzz of anxiety kept me on my toes as I made one last mad dash for the station’s doors. The pops and cracks of battle echoed in the distance before they were muted by the heavy metal door shutting behind me. I would usually find this comforting, but there was plenty of danger waiting for me deeper underground.

The temperature fell as I descended down the broken escalator. I could hear talking coming from the next room. I hid behind the doorway, listening in and trying to get an idea of what I was dealing with.

“He’s weak, I’m tellin’ ya. That detective comes snooping around, and what does he do? Just keeps him locked up. He don’t even got the balls to ice some nobody.”

“Keep that shit to yourself. His new girl hears ya and she’ll start swinging that bat of hers until we don’t have no face left.” I could hear them walking and talking through the nearly empty lobby. A few more were lingering around. I didn’t think I would be able to shoot it out. I figured it was time to improvise.

I pulled my pack around to rifle through the junk I had collected until I found a ragged stuffed bunny that I had found in Concord. It was hardly big enough, but it would work. I pulled the seam that ran down its back apart and tossed the stuffing onto the aged tile until it’s torso was hollow. The empty cavity ended up being the perfect bed for a grenade. There was barely enough room to cover the explosive with some of the fluff to seal it in with only the pin being visible. I gave myself a nod of satisfaction. It would do.

I grabbed a couple of caps from my pocket and took a short peak around the corner to get a look. Most of the men were dressed in sharp suits, and some even completed the ensemble with a worn fedora. Most of them carried guns longer than my arm, and probably a lot more experience than I did.

The first cap was grasped in my hand, ready to fly. The metal clanged against the tile. I patiently listened as footsteps approached it. Another toss and the other cap rattle nearby the other.

“H-hey, check this out! Caps keep falling from the ceiling.” One of them called to the others. I was relieved to hear the other footsteps lumber over to the commotion.

“What the hell are you talking about?” My heart raced as they babbled on. My fingers sweated over the circle pin, waiting for the right moment to pull.

“They keep dropping down! Two of them! Look!”

“You’re hitting the chems too hard, bud.” A different voice chimed in.

“I haven’t even had that much! I’m serious!” The grenade clicked after losing its pin. One last good toss and I heard the soft thud of the toy. I covered my ears and braced myself behind the wall.

“What the-” BOOM!

It felt like minutes before I moved. I waited and waited for some sort of response or movement but nothing came. Slowly I stood and entered the now destroyed terminal. The air was heavy with the smell of blood and explosives. Like some sort of crude firework. There wasn’t much that could be recognized, other than the occasional burned cap. I figured it would still spend as I went around collecting them. I came upon the blue scrap of the bunny’s ear, left charred and frayed as I finished up.

“Thanks for your sacrifice, little buddy.” I gave it a small solute before moving deeper into the station.

I wasn’t nearly as lucky down by the tracks. I had to carefully sidestep a few mines as I made my way down. I stopped once the open area became visible. There were around a dozen or so triggermen. I had to be fast, precise, and alert. All things I did not feel confident in. My desperation had led me this far, though. Who’s to say it would fail me now?

I pulled out my pistol, checking the ammo before aiming directly at the back of their head. My finger trembled over the trigger, unable to let go of the fact that this would be the first gunfight that was initiated by me. I gave myself a moment to focus, taking slow breaths to balance my hand. Finally, I pulled the trigger. The first man flopped to the floor with the bang of my gun. Before someone had time to react I quickly aimed at the next one. My arm cuff was grazed as the other mobsters started to react. I ducked my head down as a swarm of bullets flew towards me. A break in the assault let me grab another glimpse of the tracks, and another head shot. It went on like that for awhile until the room finally fell quiet. The air held an unsettling feeling, keeping me frozen in my spot. I shut my eyes and waited for a noise. After several seconds there was a soft shuffle and footsteps. Just one set, but I could hear him closing in on me. He was creeping closer to the wall that protected me. I counted to three, held my breath, and popped up from behind the barrier. Before he could lift up his own gun my bullet flew through his chest.

I tried not to count the bodies as I passed them. I wasn’t close to ready to start processing the amount of damage I had caused. I followed the tracks, and was pleasantly surprised with the lack of security. I was able to stroll through the tunnels, their echoing silence bringing me some peace. Until I reached the last stop anyhow. I could see the tunnels had collapsed on the other side of the room. I slowed my pace and peaked around the tunnel opening. The coast seemed clear enough so I decided to continue on. I thought I was moving silently as I tried to sneak onto the platform.

“Hey! There’s someone here!” I heard a man call out from behind a pillar.

“Shit.” I muttered to myself.

“She’s here for the detective! Don’t let her-” With the pop of my gun I silenced the first goon, and the other dropped shortly after as he stumbled after him.

After a couple more skirmishes I found myself in an unfinished part of the station. Dirt and rock made up the floors, walls, and ceilings. The room was cluttered with boxes and construction equipment. As I ventured in a vault entrance came into view, sitting high on the wall with metal stairs leading up to it.

“A vault. Of course, he ended up in a vault.” Grumbling to myself I hooked my pip boy up to the panel, and pushed the button to open the door. The yellow lights circled as the vault hissed and groaned. The large gear shaped door sunk deeper into the earth before rolling off to the side. The metal bridge stretched out to meet the platform I was on. The familiar hollow step of my boot against the steel echoed as made my first steps in. It opened up to a small room, filled with storage containers. Off to the left was a small hallway, leading deeper inside the vault.

“Who the hell keeps opening the damn vault? Can’t hear myself think.” Someone called from the hall. “Skinny? Darla? S’that you?” The moment he came into view I fired. He cried out and with a limp arm he still attempted to aim his gun at me. Another shot and he was on the ground.

“Are you all this stupid?” I asked his body as I stepped over it.

The further I went into the vault the more the rooms started to blur together. I lost track of how many levels I had gone down, and of how many triggerman I had to put down. I was already desperate to get out of that stupid maze.

The last door opened to the second floor of the atrium. Below tables were sprawled out like a cafeteria. On the other side of the room, on the third level, a balcony overlooked the hall with a large circle window showing the office behind it. Yet another gangster stood in front of it, looking and talking to someone through the glass.

“How ya doin’, Valentine? Ya hungry, wanna snack?” He teased his prisoner. I let out a quiet sigh of relief. I found him. At least I could say I got this far. I could hardly hear the murmur behind the glass, but the words became more clear as I lurked closer to the stairs leading to the upper floor.

“...gives Malone more time to figure out how he’s going to bump you off.” The detective’s voice finally became clear as I reached the stairs, taking each step slowly enough to keep my boots from rattling against the metal.

“Don’t give me that crap. You don’t know nothing.”

“Oh really? I saw him write your name in that black book of his. Mumbling something about a ‘no-good, lousy, card shark’. Then he struck it off three times.”

“Three times? That’s not funny.” The guard itched around where he stood, obviously troubled by what the other man was saying. Once on the higher platform I hid before the doorway leading to the balcony.

“Gotta guilty conscious, Dino?”

“Shit… I gotta fix this, fast!” Dino was in such a rush that he blew right passed me squatting in the corner without noticing me. Another shot rang out through the atrium, as did the thud of his body.

“What was that? Who’s there?” The detective called out once the echo finished. I followed the voice to the window, only seeing a shadowy figure inside the office. “It’s not going to take long for them to realize he’s not coming back. Get that door open.” He gestured towards the terminal at the end of the balcony. It all seemed to happen so fast then, so meaningless. Even with Mama Murphy’s visions I had no idea I would be walking into a moment that had been written into fate a long time before then.

The door opened and I strolled inside the dark office, ready to grab him and bolt. The glow of his yellow eyes pierced through my thoughts, leaving all of my previous thoughts behind.

“Gotta love the irony of the reverse damsel-in-distress scenario.” He commented. With a flick of his metal wrist he fired up a match to light the cigarette hanging from his mouth. The flame that was brought to his face gave the first glimpse of the exposed framing beneath his cheek. “Question is, why did our heroine risk life and limb for an old private eye?” His voice struck a chord in me, somewhere that I thought was dead.

“Would you rather stay here?” I asked. He raised an eyebrow at me. Taking a drag of his cigarette he stepped forward into the light, giving me a better look at him. His synthetic grey skin had definitely been through plenty through his years in the Commonwealth. Despite his experience even his subtle smile felt warm to me.

“No, but you’ll have to forgive me if I’m wary of walking into another trap.” He retorted. I conceited with a nod.

“I need your help. But, I’m a lot better at explaining when I’m not in an old vault surrounded by blood-lusted mobsters.”

“Fair enough.” He pulled his pistol from his holster and readied it. “Well, what’s your name?”

“Viv.”

“Just Viv?”

“Vivian-...” I hesitated, suddenly unsure if surnames were even used anymore. Judging by his inquisitive stare he was waiting to hear mine. “Becker.”

“Great, I’m Nick… Valentine.” His lips curled into a cheeky smile behind his cigarette. “I’m actually able to say I’m pleased to meet you. Although, I probably would have been pleased with anyone who rescued me from this place.”

“I’m flattered.”

“You should be. Not many people would have been able to get to me. I’ve been stuck

down here for weeks. Turns out the kidnapped girl I was trying to rescue wasn’t kidnapped at all. She’s Skinny’s new flame, and she’s got a mean streak.” He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.

I let him lead us back out into the atrium. He seemed to know his way, and I was done figuring this maze out. I was happy to mindlessly follow after days of strategically planned movements.

I never imagined how much easier getting through a small army of mobsters would be with a partner. We blew through rooms as if we had trained together before. I could almost let my guard down. Even so, the vault went on for ages. We would think we were close, only to find another staircase leading up closer to the surface. Finally, after what felt like dozens of goons and staircases we finally made it to the final locked door.

“Do you think he’s in there?” I asked him as he went to work the terminal that held the door shut. “He could have run off.”

“No, he’s there. I can hear his fat footsteps from here” Nick murmured as he typed away. I was fascinated with the way his fingers moved, specifically the exposed metal ones, moved. Fluidly, and with intention, despite the fact that they were controlled by a computer themselves. “I’m not really sure where Skinny’s temper is these days. Stay alert in there.” He broke me from my thoughts. My heart thunked in my chest so loud I could feel the ripple in my entire body, the beat hammering in my ears. It was moments like these that I completely forgot why I was there. I wasn’t a soldier, that was my husband’s job.

“Ready?” He asked, cocking his gun.

“Ready.” I lied.

The door opened with a hiss. The next room’s light only illuminated Nick’s captors and what was left of their crew.

“Nicky, what do you think you’re doing?” A portly man in a sharp, black tuxedo called from inside the room.“You just come in to my home and start killing my guys? How could you do this to me?” Next to him a tiny porcelain doll of a woman with a shimmering, cool colored, dress wielded a baseball bat. They both watched with a smirk as the remaining triggerman aimed their weapons at us when we approached.

“You should tell that dame of yours to write home more often. I wouldn’t be here if her parents weren’t looking for her.” Nick said. I could see the detective nervously eyeing the room after he spoke. We were surrounded, and I was suddenly very aware of the large amount of sweat I was producing.

“What’s the matter, Valentine? Ashamed you got beat up by a girl? That why you needed your lady friend to come save you?” The woman cackled, her bright red lips stretching across her face. Her nearly flawless features should have stunned me, but I couldn’t get over the crazed look in her eyes. Even when she wasn’t looking at me I could feel her stare. “I told you, we should have just killed him! Now he’s sent this one to rub us all out.” She hissed. “Darla, I’m handling this!” Skinny scolded. She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, tucking the bat into the crook of her elbow.

“Sure, you’re handling it. Look how that turned out. You got all sentimental. All that stupid crap about the ‘old times’.”

“Darla, please!”

There’s… an echo. I found Mama Murphy’s words rolling around in my head again. I tried to push them away, staying on alert, but they forced their way in. Something in the past that can help you. When you meet the fat man and the angry woman… It finally clicked with me. I couldn’t believe that drug addicted, old, broad really wasn’t crazy.

“W-wait!” I was only half-expecting anyone to hear me, but as I spoke everyone’s eyes turned to me at once. My heart kicked into a new level of overdrive that I didn’t even think was possible. “Skinny… remember- remember the Quarry, a-and Lilly June on the rocks.” I couldn’t even hear myself speak. Everyone, including Nick, just stared in silence. Did I screw it up? Did I even say anything? Was I already dead?

“What?” The mob boss finally spoke, dumbfounded as his arms, and his weapon, dropped to his side.

“Um… remember the-”

“Shut up, I heard you.” He stopped me with a wave of his fat hand. His brow furrowed in thought, scratching at his face as the two brain cells he had bickered back and forth inside his head. Nick shot a look at me, silently asking what the hell I was thinking. I gave him a short shrug, not letting my eyes leave Skinny’s hands. The second they even twitch towards his gun and I would be ready. “Alright. Alright, fine. I’m going to give you ‘til the count of ten. After that then the old days are dead, and I see your faces again then you will be too.”

“Skinny, what are you doing? Kill them!” Darla shrilled, stomping her feet around like a spoiled child.

“No, Darla. Skinny Malone is putting his foot down. They get one chance to leave.” Darla’s face twisted with disgust. Her wooden bat clamored on the tile as she tossed it aside.

“My mother was right. You mobsters are all talk.” Without missing a beat, she turned on her heel and started walking into the shadows behind them.

“Babe, where you goin’?”

“Home. I don’t need you and your fat ass weighing me down anymore.” She called behind her shoulder as she sauntered out the back. The boss watched with his jaw left open, his head following her until she disappeared. He whipped around to face us, his eyes wide with pain and frustration.

“ONE.” Skinny growled through clenched teeth. His sausage fingers gripping his gun as he aimed it at us.

“Time to go.” Nick grabbed my hand and pulled me passed the small crowd to the back.

“TWO.” Once my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I could see how the far side of the room was cluttered with totes and boxes. It led to a wide hallway that led us further away from the scene but you could still hear the mobster’s voice booming behind us.

“THREE… FOUR… FIVE.” I could tell the boss was getting impatient as he sped up the countdown. “SIX.”

“This way, there’s a tunnel. It’s how I got in.” Sure enough, almost tucked away in the corner, was a ladder heading straight for the surface.

“SEVEN.” The stomps of boots started to approach as we clamored up the metal rods. At the top was a stone sewer cap. I struggled to push it open, hooking my leg around the ladder for balance as I used my whole upper body to shove the thing open.

“EIGHT.” Fresh air cascaded from above as the cap moved aside. I crawled out from the sewer hole and simply rolled aside so the detective could follow.

‘NINE.” I heard the last of Skinny Malone’s voice as Nick sealed the cap once again.

“Jeez, you’d think an old-school mobster who just got his heart stomped on would be more forgiving.” I chortled, staring up at the night’s sky. Nick gave a surprised chuckle. I could feel his eyes on me but it was easy to tune it out this time. Laying on the asphalt I let the crisp breeze relieve my body of its sticky sweat. I focused on my breathing, the rise and fall of my stomach. I was actually alive. “That was quite possibly the stupidest thing I’ve ever done.”

“Saving me?” I nodded, and he laughed again. “You mind telling me why you did? Or who you are?”

“I told you who I am.”

“Oh, c’mon.” I couldn’t help but giggle again at his frustration. I finally sat up, leaning back onto the palms of my hands.

“I went to your agency and your secretary said you were missing. You weren’t around to save yourself so I told her I would.”

“Okay, but why?” I curled my legs in to sit criss-cross, struggling to find the right words.

“I need your help… I’m looking for someone.” I picked at the skin around my finger nails, but kept eye contact with him as I spoke. He extended his metal hand out to help me up.

“Well, I’d say you’ve earned the right to tell your story.” Once I was back on my feet I brushed some of the dirt of pebbles off of my hands and jeans. “Let’s head back to my office. You can get a chance to unload your mind.” He said it like it was a good thing. The idea of voluntarily remembering what happened sent a spike of anxiety through my whole body. We had a decent walk back though. Plenty of time to think of ways to put it off.

It turns out Nick was an excellent travelling companion. Usually I enjoyed the still silence but listening to his stories of ‘the old days’ was both intriguing and hilarious. He talked about the cat and mouse chase that ensued between him and his old friend, Skinny Malone. There was something familiar about listening to him. Somehow it felt like a little window to before the blast. Even though he was recalling memories that had only happened some years before then, it felt like he was talking about the streets of Boston as it was two-hundred years ago.

The strangest mixture of dread and relief washed over me once we made it back to Diamond City. I almost got myself killed trying to get to this point, and yet part of me wished it had killed me. It sounded better than reliving what happened.

The town was silent under the midnight stars, so different from how I had left it. The occasional guard popping out from the shadows to patrol the market. Walking through, we would grab their attention but I noticed once they saw Nick they weren’t bothered with us anymore.

Back at the agency, the detective stepped in tentatively, I’m sure not to startle his secretary who was most likely sleeping.

“El, you here?”

“Nick?” I watched him smile as there was a sudden shuffle of footsteps from the private quarters. He silently invited me in, shutting the door behind us. Ellie came running in from the hall, her eyes obviously sleepless. “Oh my god, you’re alive. You’re actually here.”

“Try not to be too disappointed.” Nick said with a smirk. She ran over and embraced him, and he accepted it warmly. He gave her head a fond pat after breaking their hug. I noticed the tiny tears that had formed in her eyes. She wiped them away before they had the chance to fall. Suddenly her face turned into a scowl as she crossly set her hands on her hips.

“I told you it was a trap. You could have died.”

“A trap would mean they knew I was coming. They just got a lucky shot.” They bickered like that for awhile. In the meantime I let my bag fall off my back and onto the ground. I plopped onto a nearby chair, that had definitely seen better days. It was still a relief for the throbbing soles of my feet.

At first I tried to follow their conversation, but my brain would start to phase the sound away and replace it with emptiness. A quiet nothing feeling embraced me, where the only thing that was being processed was the sight of the robot moving from one paper stack to the next.

At some point Ellie stopped and pulled me from my trance to thank me and I believe I responded politely. She disappeared to bed some time after that, but I didn’t notice. I was back in my disassociation, my eyes only tracking the little movement in the room.

The flow of Nick’s patched trench coat. A scratch on the back of his neck. I wasn’t sure if I was even awake anymore. It was oddly satisfying, like meditating specifically on the moment.

“You’re staring.” The detective’s voice rang in my head before I realized he was actually speaking to me. He had sat down at the desk in front of me, and pulled a screwdriver from one of the drawers. “Have you ever met a synth before?” He asked as he started fiddling with some of the screws in his exposed hand.

"Oh, uh… no, but that’s not- uh…” I attempted to rub the sand out of my eyes but it was useless. I dropped my hands into my lap and sighed as I looked back at him. “Sorry. I'm just tired. I should head over to the Dugout and let you settle in. We can meet up in the morning." When I rose from the chair it felt as if I had spent all day there. Every joint in my body ached, begging for a proper rest.

"You could. Or you could use my bed tonight if you want." His statement actually woke me a bit from my state.

"You want me to sleep in your bed?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

"You don't have to. I don’t sleep so it’s not like I use it. I figured it would save you a few caps, and I thought I'd offer since you saved my life and all." I gave a soft laugh. The idea of walking just a few steps to a bed, as opposed to across the diamond, did sound appealing to me.

"You don't even know me. I could be some sort of con artist."

"I'll have to keep a close eye on you then, won't I?"

His bed, bedroom area, was up on a loft above Ellie’s. I climbed up the ladder quietly as she slept. My leather armor was shed to the floor, along with my blue flannel overshirt and heavy brown boots. I crawled onto the mattress and curled up happily under the light blanket. I don’t even remember closing my eyes. My mind just drifted back into the peaceful blackness.

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Today was supposed to be good– great even. You had it all planned out since last night: get off of work early and set up a nice evening in for you and Johnny. Just a little something you wanted to do for your boyfriend of two years since you could see just how big of a toll the playoffs were having on him. You'd felt guilty, not truly being there for him like most of the other WAGs from the team were. Almost five games into the playoffs and you'd only been able to go to one. You felt like a shitty fan and an even shittier girlfriend as the games went on.

You even spent one night crying to Johnny about how sorry you were for missing so many games. Johnny being Johnny, of course, told you that it was okay and that he knew you would be there if you could. And the main reason that you weren't able to go, was your chauvinistic and narcissist of a boss. He'd been the one to overturn your already approved, early dismissal because of something your equally as talented co-worker could handle– but he wanted you to do it instead– "just because." The one who frequently kept you and your co-workers, some who had kids and families to go home to, late at work just to work on a project, months in advance– and then leave 30 minutes later for a dinner date that he "couldn't refuse."

Every game these playoffs, you'd put in extra hours, worked hard and ahead of schedule, just so you had the hours backed up so your boss literally couldn't complain about you missing work...but he always found a loophole to prevent you from leaving.

Until today.

Today, you stood your ground and left work early– stating that there was nothing he could do since your hours had been approved, and when he tried to argue otherwise, you left. In professional terms, you put in your two weeks notice and got the hell out of there. But there was no doubt in your mind that he'd have you come in. And while the initial fact of you no longer having a job put a huge damper on the day– you wouldn't let it affect everything you'd had planned for Johnny. You could still hear the sadness in his voice when he said goodbye to you this morning...

You were thrilled when the Flames made it into the playoffs. Seeing how hard the boys worked all season start to pay off gave you the strength to make it through the days with your horrible boss. But as the playoffs went on and the odds began to go against the Flames– you knew that you had to do something for Johnny. So with the rest of your day free and Johnny out with the team all day– you went shopping.

Taking a step back, you admired the fort that you had set up in the living room of your shared apartment. You don't consider yourself to be a LaurDIY kind of person– but Pinterest aided you in creating the best movie watching fort that your furniture could support. Looking at the clock on the microwave, you knew that Johnny would be home at any moment. Dinner was already prepped and in the oven, still needing to cook for 30 more minutes until it was ready to be served. All that was left to do was set up his relaxing bath.

Walking down the hall to your master bath, you couldn't help but feel loved as you passed by all of the photos of your two years with Johnny hanging up on the walls. From vacations, hockey games, concerts and even the little home moments– they showed just how loving of a relationship that the two of you had. One, that almost never happened if it weren't for your best friend, her now husband...and strangely enough, one of Johnny's teammates. Her husband works as a manager in their media department and when it came time for the Flames annual charity gala, he had to work most of it, and your best friend didn't want to go alone– so she scored you a ticket.

Your endgame for the evening was to just linger in the background while munching on the free food and drinking all the booze they had to offer, but she had other plans in mind. She introduced you to everyone under the room at that gala that she could find– except for Johnny. You had found him all alone when you were hiding from her over by the buffet table. You had both reached for the last piece of some chocolate mousse cake and insisted the other have it so they didn't have to wait for the staff to bring out more. You suggested to split it, but before Johnny could even pick up the last piece, his teammate, who you'd come to know as Sean Monahan, swiped it and patted Johnny on the shoulder with a grin before walking away.

You two spent the rest of the night talking and when it came time to leave, you, your best friend and her husband were chased down by Sean, insisting to get your number for Johnny since– "he has literally zero game, so I'm helping him out." And the rest was history. Not like you could ever forget it since every year around gala time, your best friend and Sean remind you both about how your relationship is all thanks to them. They weren't wrong though. Without them, you doubt you'd be as happy in love as you are with Johnny.

You walked up to the bathtub and closed the drain, then started running the hot water. You lit the two candles that rested on the corner of the outside of the tub, already feeling relaxed at the immediate scent of vanilla and lavender. Sitting on the edge of the tub, you poured some Epsom salt into the water, using your hand to mix it around. You reached up towards the counter and grabbed the lush bag, pulling out the vibrant purple bath bomb Johnny had come to love but denied it whenever you guys went shopping– the Sex bomb. He claimed that he liked it for the colors and the jasmine smell, but you knew that he liked it solely based on the fact that he was a 25-year-old male and it was literally called 'the Sex bomb.'

"What are you doing?"

You squealed, almost falling into the bathtub but catching yourself on the counter edge before turning around to see Johnny. "Holy shit, you scared me to death."

He chuckled softly as he made his way over to the bathtub. "Sorry, I figured you were in the bath so I didn't call out for you."

"Sounds like something a serial killer would do," you joked, standing up and wrapping your arms around his neck. "How was practice."

Immediately, you could tell that all he wanted to do was let his shoulders fall and let his body sink into yours. Instead, he took shallow breaths and kept himself up straight. "Fine."

You raised an eyebrow and brought one hand to the left side of his face. Your fingers traced over his temple before coming to a rest on his cheek. "Come on Johnny, it's me..."

His eyes focused on you, taking in your face as if to see if you could hold up every ounce of emotion that he was about to pour on you. When they stilled, he closed them and wrapped his arms around your waist, leaning down and burying his face into the crook of your neck. "It sucked. It really fucking sucked."

The reality of their chance at advancing into the second round must have crashed into his hard based on the bubbling of his voice as he mumbled into your neck. "Sshh, it's okay J." You whispered, running your right hand through his hair as he totally relaxed into you. "And who knows, maybe you guys can come back and win it all."

He mumbled something incoherently into your shoulder and stood back up, looking down at you with a sad smile. "You always look on the bright side of things and I love you for that you know."

"I know," you cradled his face and kissed him softly, pressing your forehead to his. "Now strip naked and get into the tub."

His head fell back as he let out a genuine, from the gut laugh before looking at you again. "Well, that's one way to get my attention." His hands slid underneath your borrowed shirt, resting at the small of your back as his thumbs rubbed against your skin. "Will you be joining me in this bath?"

You rolled your eyes and shook your head. "And steal the sex bomb from you? No way," you patted his chest as you stepped back from him. "All yours buddy boy, I'll be in the kitchen finishing dinner."

Before you could reach the door, you felt his fingers wrap around your wrist, preventing you from moving. When you turned around, you could see that in the few seconds it took for you to get away from him– he had already tossed his shirt off to the side and stepped out of his sweats. "Please stay?"

"This is supposed to be a relaxing bath for you," you sighed, motioning towards the candles. "And cramping two people into a tub doesn't exactly scream, relaxation to me."

He let his eyebrows furrow as he stuck out his bottom lip. It was a look you knew all too well, and one that he pulled off perfectly. The way he was able to guilt people into doing something by looking like you just ran over his puppy's tail...was remarkable. "Please?"

You stood there, chewing on the inside of your cheek and contemplating whether or not to get into the tub. You had to admit, it was hard resisting jumping into the water when you were getting his bath ready and right now, Johnny isn't making it any easier. "How long did the timer on the stove say?"

He smiled and stripped off his boxers, standing up straight and in the nude. "15 minutes, which is perfect."

"Perfect for absolutely nothing," you stripped out of your shirt and shorts as Johnny sunk into the tub, watching you stand by the edge. "If I get into this tub, you are not and I repeat, not getting lucky."

He smiled, the gleam in his eyes almost seemed as if they were challenging you, but instead, he nodded in agreement. "With you by my side, I'm already the luckiest man in the world."

You undid your bra and peeled off your panties, stepping into the tub and sitting down across from him. "And incredibly cheesy."

He just smiled and lowered his arms into the water, grabbing onto your feet and pulling your legs towards him. He rested your feet onto his stomach as he focused on one foot, massaging it. When you raised your eyebrows to question him, he just shook his head. "You treat me, I treat you. We're equals, Y/N."

"But this night was supposed to be all about you. The bath with your favorite bath bomb. Your favorite dinner and a cool ass looking fort, perfect for watching your...interesting taste in movies."

His knuckle dug deep into the arch of your foot, causing you to moan and him to smile. "I'm fully offended because ‘The Hangover’ is a fantastic movie franchise."

"Yeah, if the second and third never existed."

He dropped your foot into the water with a plop before picking up the other one. "How was work today? You seem kind of...I don't know, off. Was Dicky being a total chode again?"

You threw back your head and laughed as you sunk further into the tub. "His name is Ricky and just because you used a different word, doesn't mean you can covertly say the word dick, twice in a sentence."

"Just answer the question."

"I'll be at the game tomorrow..." you bit your bottom lip as he put more pressure on the heel of your foot, contemplating whether or not to share your news. "And every game after that if you make it into the second round because I quit."

He stopped massaging your foot and stared at you. No emotion on his face, just a deadpan stare. Then a few seconds later, he started massaging your foot again and shrugged his shoulders. "It's about damn time."

You poked his chest with your free foot and glared at him. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means, that you and I both know that company and that asshole Ricky, didn't deserve your talents," He held onto your other foot and tapped the tops of both feet. "I know how unhappy you were there and that you were already looking for other jobs, so now you don't have to stress about Ricky Dicky while doing so."

You brought your feet back into the water and tucked your legs to your chest, resting your chin on top of your knees. "God, I really wanted to just yell at him and deck him in the face today."

Johnny scooted closer to you, his legs on either side of your hips as he combed back the hair that had fallen in front of your face. "Wanna know a secret?" When you nodded, he leaned in closer to your ear, "I kind of wish you would have." Then he pressed a kiss to your cheek before sliding back into his original position.

You smiled at him, about to say something else when the faint smell of smoke filled your nostrils. "Do you smell that?"

Johnny shook his head as he looked over towards the door, his nose up in the air and sniffing. "No?"

"It smells like..." Your eyes went wide as you looked back at Johnny. "Dinner!" You stood up fast, stepping out of the bathtub and out of the bathroom door. Your knee was throbbing from where you banged it on the counter, but that was nothing compared to the smoke that was coming from the oven. "Oh no, no, no, no."

You grabbed the oven mitts off of the counter and opened the stove, a big wave of dark smoke blowing into your face and up to the ceiling...triggering the smoke alarm. "Babe what–" Johnny appeared in the hall, a towel wrapped around his waist and another one in his hand. "Y/N, get away from there!"

He grabbed your elbow and pulled you towards him, wrapping the towel around your body as he reached for the fire extinguisher underneath the sink. "Johnny it's not–"

A white foam cloud erupted from the hose and into the stove, bringing the smoke to a minimal. He walked over to the windows off to the side, opening both of them to let the smoke out of the apartment. When he was done, you walked over to the stove, picking up the now burnt and covered in white foam, chicken breasts that were supposed to be dinner. Sighing, you placed the pan into the sink as Johnny came over, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing his chin on your shoulder. "Pizza?"

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"Oh come on Y/N lighten up," Johnny groaned, rolling onto his side and poking at you. "I've already apologized about the timer thing."

You looked at him from the corner of your eyes before looking back at the tv in front of you. The box of pizza was resting on the floor in front of you both and the Hangover franchise had turned into a Friends Netflix marathon since the DVD's were in Matthew's possession. "I'm lightened, thank you."

"Really?" He leaned himself up onto his elbows and paused the episode. "Because I know for a fact that you go all googly-eyed over Joey every time he opens his mouth and all you've done so far is mumble every time he's opened his mouth."

You mentally cursed yourself for giving away the fact that you were still upset about dinner being burned. It came to be that the timer on the stove was faulty and had turned off, showing the temperature– 415. How Johnny misread it, you didn't know. You were still reeling over the embarrassment of the fire department showing up at your door to listen to him explain. You weren't mad at him in any way, if anything, you were upset with yourself because nothing had gone according to plan.

Today was a total shit show from the beginning and you wished you could take it all back and start over.

"Y/N..." Johnny whispered, scooting closer to you and wiping his thumb along your cheek. "Baby, why are you crying?"

"I'm not," you mumbled, technically telling the truth since you didn't know you had even started to cry. Johnny looked at you with a 'you better tell me or so help me God' look and you sighed. "I'm just...I wanted today to be perfect."

"But Y/N–"

"No! Ever since last night when you got back from Colorado and talked about the game, I could just hear how sad you sounded. So I planned this night perfectly. A perfect, relaxing bath. A perfect dinner and a perfect blanket fort," Your fingers gripped the pillow beneath you as you aired our your frustrations.

"You've been so stressed lately and so sad, I just wanted to do something to make you happy and I ruined the bath, burnt the stupid chicken and those stupid movies are with stupid Matthew." You tossed the pillow aside and it hit one of the support for the blankets, causing your fort to come tumbling down. "Oh great, AND I ruined the fort."

Silence overtook you both as you laid there, buried beneath the blankets and separated from each other. Then, a loud laugh came from Johnny. You threw the blankets back to reveal him lying on his back and clutching his stomach, laughing so hard that his eyes were closed shut. When you went to stand up, he stopped you, bringing you into his side as he calmed down. "I'm not laughing at you, I promise."

"Really? Cause it kind of feels like that's exactly what you're doing."

He chuckled again, turning his head to you and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "This night might not have gone according to plan, Y/N...but to me, it was everything I needed. Sure, you turned me down for bathtub sex, ran after a burning meal...butt naked, " his eyes took in the fallen fort and he smiled. "And you definitely did some damage to the fort, but none of that matters because I know your intentions were good and pure and that they came from the heart...it's why I love you."

"I love you too," you sighed as he cradled your face again, brushing away another stray tear as you smiled and laughed a little. "I really did run into the kitchen butt naked, didn't I?"

His smile overtook his face as he nodded, his thumb rubbing against your temple. "Yeah, but at least the blinds were closed so no one got a free show, just me."

You smacked his chest before leaning in and giving him a kiss. He peppered your lips, with smaller kisses before sighing and letting you lay down onto his chest. "Sorry for ruining your blanket fort..."

"It's okay, though I was kind of hoping I'd get at least a little lucky in it."

You sat yourself up and tugged on a blanket, wiggling your eyebrows. "Who says we still can't?"

Johnny smiled and got up onto his knees, shoving the pizza box away before wrapping his arms around your waist and tackling you into the pile of blankets and kissing you once more. "God, I love you." He mumbled against your lips, leaning over you. "How did I get so lucky?"

"The gala ran out of chocolate mousse cake...."

"Guess I should thank the staff then," he smiled and kissed you again before standing up and pulling you up with him. "Come on, we've got a sexy fort to build."

#johnny gaudreau #johnny gaudreau imagine #johnny gaudreau oneshot #calgary flames imagine #calgary flames oneshot #nhl imagine #nhl oneshot #hockey imagine #hockey oneshot #my writing

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devilmansangel · 5 years

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I’m not scared, well, maybe a little

Fluff Request

“This movie is really scary, but you’re into it so I’m trying not to cover my face the whole time, but- WHAT IS THAT?”

fluffy klance bc umm duh collage AU bc that's the real tea this is my older brothers @coldairballoons request enjoy!

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As much as everyone would like to think, Lance wasn't scared of much. This includes scary movies they usually made him jump or laugh. Nothing was worse than his hermanos y primos on Halloween. Nothing is worse than the Smurf incident.

So when he passed his Lit test and went on fall break he was gonna binge everything. He was all prepared for scary movies binge, all except for the part where he doesn't have a binge partner.

He had too many snacks to eat by himself, too big of a couch for one, a way to big ass cover not to share, and too many movies not to enjoy with someone. His first choice was surprisingly Keith.

Hunk hates scary stuff, Pidge works their ass off on breaks, Shiro was busy hanging out with his boyfriend Matt and his girlfriend Allura, and well Keith was... Well, Keith. He didn't seem like he gets scared at all. So who better than the edge lord himself.

One problem Lance invited Keith to watch movies alone and to sleepover. Lance may or may not have a crush on the raven-haired male. Maybe it was his violet eyes, his perfect lips, his soft smile when he granted someone the honor of seeing it.

Maybe it was his challenging personality, his pale skin that seemed to glow next to his hair, maybe it was his freckles that scattered his face and body from his time in the desert, maybe it was when he was embarrassed, frustrated, or crying how his face would look the perfect shade of red.

Maybe it was the fact that when Lance looked into his eyes he saw galaxies in them when Keith spoke he felt like he was on cloud nine, maybe it was just Keith himself. It didn't help that Keith was only 5'8 which was pretty tall. But not for Lance a 5'11 1/2 giant.

That alone increased his cute factor by 100. Lance couldn't take it at all, it was impossible to do that. He could barely contain himself around Keith let alone a whole night.

Breaking him from his trance was three knocks on his dorm room door. Lance shook his head and stood up. He made sure that he had everything set. Remote in easy reach place? Check. Cover at the end of the couch? Covered. Food on the table? Comprobar. His pajamas not too embarrassing? Maybe.

He was wearing black sweats, a plain blue t-shirt, and black socks. Not too bad, no way to embarrass himself in these. He made his way to the door. His mind quickly supplied that this was Keith.

He probably was just wearing his usual black V-neck, some basketball shorts, and his boots. This calmed Lance for one second until he opened the door and got nothing that he was expecting.

It was Keith but calmer, less edgy it was making Lance's heart stop beating. Keith was wearing a red sweater one that came right before his mid-thigh, you could see them, but knowing Keith, he was definitely wearing those shorts that where, as Lance so eloquently put it, skin-tight sleeping booty shorts, his hair was thrown into a sloppy low ponytail that showed off all of his freckles scattering his face and neck.

What topped it off was the black Nike sandals he had on with his red lion socks. Lance felt himself burn red. Shit. What was he doing? Right, a movie. Okay, pull it together loverboy.

"Hey, Keith. Your here" Lance nervously supplied, he internally slapped himself.

Keith smiled shyly at Lance, "Yeah guess I am huh" he said smile faltering, "can I come in?" Keith shyly questioned looking past Lance into his dorm.

Oh shit right. Movie. That's why he's here. Lance hastily moved out of his way. Keith smirked and made his way to Lance's front room. He dropped his bag behind one of Lance's gamer chairs, putting his sandals next to his bag. He walked over to the couch and looks at the movie choices.

Lance sat down next to him hoping he wasn't too close or could get closer, he watched as Keith swallowed nervously. "Scary movies huh" he mumbled holding the movie The Shining in his hand. "Yup" cheered enunciating the p at the end of yup. He grabbed the movie out of Keith's hand and popped it into the DVD player. He turned the lights out and grabbed the popcorn.

He didn't notice when Keith curled into a light ball. He also didn't notice when Keith scooted closer to Lance.

Shit.

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Keith was horrified, to say the least, he had scooted over so he and Lance were shoulder to rib cage. Yeah, he was leaning on Lance's side nearly laying on his thighs. He was aware that he was too close for "just friends" when Keith had the biggest crush on the blue-eyed Cuban.

He was doing fine until Wendy pushed her kid down the snow hill.

"No" Keith whispered as he began to sit up.

She tried to get out of the window but it was too small. Jack had gotten into the room and began knocking on the bathroom door. Wendy had slid her son out of the window and told her son to run and hide.

"Break the window. Go with the kid! Don't be a hero!" Keith pleaded lifting his head eyes filled with fright. He was still holding his knees but he had sat up straight as his gay ass could manage.

Jack began reciting the three little pigs. Wendy grabbed the knife. Jack began to ax the door down. Keith was positive he was shaking. Jack had the door axed almost in half when he stuck his head in and yelled: "Here's Johnny!".

As little as that was, honestly that one part, that was enough for Keith to throw his arms around Lance's neck hiding his face in his shoulder. He was practically straddling Lance, he wasn't looking at the screen anymore. Next thing he knew Lance was holding his face.

Keith looked into Lance's blue eyes that held a sea of emotions. The most prominent one was the emotion of love. Keith knew that's what was in his eyes too.

Lance's seemed to understand this and kissed Keith. Keith closed his eyes and put both of his hands on the side of Lance's face. Lance grabbed Keith's thigh and pulled him into his lap without ever breaking the connection between their lips.

One of Lance's hand's remained on Keith's thigh as the other one went to hold his waist. Keith kept one hand on one side if Lance's face as the other tangled in his hair. When Lance finally broke the kiss Keith let his eyes stay closed for a moment before they fluttered open.

When they opened they saw a beautiful bright smile before he was kissed again.

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no context just do you see a theme here with all of my writing once again thank you, big bro, for once again an amazing prompt suggestion it done earlier but i added more so im sorry if i kept you waiting @coldairballoons

#tj writes shit #hit me in the face

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neoangelz · 6 years

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77 + doyoung? thank you, and i hope you have a beautiful day!

You looked at the sight before you, hoping what you were seeing was just an illusion. You went out for a few days to visit your grandma and when you returned to your apartment, you were greeted with a trashed house. Your roommate threw a massive party and now laid drunk on the couch. Garbage littered the floor as well as food remnants and spilled drinks. It reeked of smoke, alcohol and sweat.

You tip toed your way through the mess, appalled that some guests never made it home. They were scattered about, knocked out drunk. You quickly opened your bedroom door, and that’s when you screamed. There was a couple laying in your bed, obviously naked as their clothes lay in a heap on the floor. You didn’t want to see anything else, so you turned on your heel and stomped back to the front door.

“Ah, Y/N. You’re back early,” your roommate croaked from the couch. “I hoped to have had this all cleaned up before you got back, guess that didn’t happen.” They started chuckling before they passed out again.

Tears welled up as you left the building, door slamming shut behind you. You stormed down the sidewalk, furiously wiping away your angry tears. How could they have done that? You have rules you mutually agreed on, and they broke all of them. They let strangers enter your room and even worse, let them get freaky. On your bed. You stormed down the streets, getting curious and worrisome glances from passing by pedestrians.

You weren’t really in control of your movements, you just needed to get away from that horror site. As if your body knew where you needed to be the most, you ended up outside the one place you could also call home. You were stopped by security guards but, when you showed them your I.D, they let you pass. You marched all the way up to one door and banged on it.

“I’m coming! Jeez Haechan, I thought you had a key. Stop banging on the do- Y/N!?”

A perplexed Doyoung stood in the doorway of the NCT dorm. He furrowed his brows as he looked you up and down. He saw that you had been crying, your face was flushed and puffy and you were clearly upset about something. He sighed and ushered you inside the building, closing the door behind him.

“What’s wrong?”

You explained to him what happened and he ran his hand through his hair and sighed. He lead you into the living room, a few of the boys, Johnny, Yuta, Mark and Haechan, were watching a movie. When they saw you, they jumped up and ran over to greet you.

“Y/N!” Mark cheered. He stopped when he saw that you were upset. “Are you alright?”

Haechan, Yuta and Johnny all looked at you in concern. “Doyoung, what happened?” They asked.

Doyoung shook his head, and the boys looked at you sadly before returning to their places on the couch.

“Wanna watch a movie Y/N? I can make something for you to eat too,” Johnny offered.

You nodded and went to sit by the other boys who made a spot for you. Mark offered you lots of pillows and blankets. Johnny went straight into the kitchen to make food. Yuta and Haechan let you have the remote as well, and you soon the three of you were watching some funny drama. Johnny handed you a plate with a sandwich on it and you gladly accepted it.

A while later, you stood up to take your plate into the kitchen. “Boys? Is it alright if I take a shower?”

“Yeah! Towels are in the cabinet by the sink in the bathroom. I’ll have someone lend you a T-shirt and shorts,” Yuta shouted.

You smiled and made your way towards the bathroom. The door was ajar, so you didn’t think anyone was in there. You entered and shut the door behind you. You went to take your shirt off when…

“Can I help you?”

You jumped and turned around to see Doyoung looking at you unamused, and a little embarrassed. His hair was slightly wet and he had a towel draped around his neck. You glanced down and you inhaled a large intake of breath. He was wearing sweatpants but had yet to put his shirt on. You quickly snapped your eyes back up to his face and tried not to think about it.

Doyoung stepped closer to you and leaned in a little too far, any closer and your noses would touch. You fought the blush that threatened to creep up your cheeks.

Doyoung cocked his head to the side. “I’ll ask again. Can I help you?”

Someone started jiggling the door knob and you panicked. What if whoever comes in gets the wrong idea? You quickly jumped in the shower and yanked Doyoung in with you and closed the curtain. Doyoung made a sound of protest but you clamped your hand over his mouth. Doyoung removed your hand and glared at you. You both peeked out the curtain before moving back away.

“Oh no, it’s Jisung,” you whispered.

Jisung was brushing his teeth but he stopped and turned towards the shower. You froze on the spot. It’s was over, if he opened the shower curtain, you both were screwed. Doyoung suddenly pulled you close to him, sheltering as much of you as he could, should Jisung open the curtain. Doyoung poked his head outside of the curtain.

“Jisung, what are you doing?” He asked.

“Ah! We’re you going to shower? I’m sorry, let me finish up here and I’ll leave!” Jisung exclaimed.

Being this close to Doyoung was really making your heart go crazy, his lack of clothing wasn’t helping you much either. The skin of his torso was warm and his arm held you securely.

“This is, by far, the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.” He whispered back to you.

Your face flushed and you frowned. “Sh-shut up,” you mumbled.

You both waited until Jisung left the bathroom. He finished brushing his teeth and scurried on out. Once he shut the door, you both stepped out of the shower. You couldn’t face Doyoung now, not in this state. You needed to get out of the bathroom, or kick him out so you could finally shower.

But you wished too soon.

Doyoung placed both hands on your shoulders and turned you around to face him. “Now, didn’t you learn about knocking on the door when you were younger?” Doyoung chided, eyebrow raised.

You could be stuck here a while…

#wow this is my longest drabble yet #kim doyoung #nct doyoung #doyoung x reader #doyoung fluff #Doyoung drabble #nct fluff #nct drabbles #nct u #nct 127 #nct x reader

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ragwitch · 7 years

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I'm LIVING for these Halloween prompts!!! Can I claim #26 "trick or treat" for TaserTorch and make it as dirty as you want!

I made it as dirty as I could! Well maybe not, but it’s pretty dirty YAY! thank you to @bloomsoftly for the beta helping!!

26. ‘Trick or Treat.’

‘Do I get to choose the treat?’

Pairing: Darcy/Johnny

Rating: E for explicit!

Johnny: Trick or Treat 🎃

Darcy: Do I get to choose the treat?

He hadn’t been completely sure how his efforts had gone with Darcy at Stark’s Halloween party over the weekend. She’d laughed when he failed to land a joke, wandered off midway through their heckling of the DJ, and never once glanced at him out of the corner of her eye while dancing.

But this was a pretty promising response to what he’d really only meant as a holiday text. Well, a holiday text with the hope of opening a casual dialogue that might lead his way into a casual date or two.

Now he had Netflix and chill plans at Darcy’s apartment.

Maybe he’d landed those jokes better than he thought.

Darcy opened the door, dressed in a black t-shirt dress and black and white striped thigh highs. There was just a sliver of skin showing between the two and Johnny was immediately interested in dropping to his knees and licking along the line.

“Are you ready for this?” Darcy asked, eyes narrowed behind her glasses.

“So ready,” Johnny said, trying to stamp down the flare of heat in his palms.

“Awesome,” she said, grinning and stepping back from her door. “I was so bummed when everyone else cancelled. I dunno if I could’ve binged the whole thing by myself.”

“Uhhh…” Johnny stepped into the apartment, brain spinning.

“But it’s criminal to expect me to wait until the weekend when people aren’t ‘working’ to find out what happen to my bb Eleven,” Darcy continued, stopping by the kitchen to grab a giant bucket of popcorn and another of assorted chocolate candy. “It’s been over a year already. C’mon people! Who’s your fave? Mine is Dustin. He’s so emotionally stable.”

Stranger Things.

Johnny was here to watch Stranger Things. It’d been mentioned early on at the Halloween party and he’d agreed and then…probably forgot about it. Clearly, he had forgotten about it.

“Y’all are superheroes,” Darcy said with a sigh. She bent slightly to put the buckets on her coffee table and Johnny gazed at the new peek of pale skin with the slightly disappointed realization that the stockings were not meant to be provocative, just festive. She faced him an added, “When do you ever get weekends off?”

“Pretty much never,” Johnny said once he’d caught up to the situation.

Darcy bounced down onto her outrageously puffy turquoise couch. She put her feet up between the buckets and there were pumpkins on the soles of the socks. Johnny went to join her and decided not to mention that he’d skipped out on dealing with doombots in midtown. The team would be fine without him anyway.

They were five episodes in, the popcorn was down to kernels and there were candy wrappers scattered across the table. Darcy had shifted from sitting next to him, to leaning against him, to the both of them laying down the length of the couch with her half on top of him.

There had been a moment earlier where Johnny realized that he was touching the skin of Darcy’s thigh between the hem of her dress and top of her socks. But then a monster had burst into the scene, his hands had squeezed on the backs of her thighs, and Darcy had jumped and dug her chin into his shoulder, wincing at the screen.

But now she was wiggling over him, reaching out to the remote on the coffee table, legs straddling his hips.

“What- what’re you doing?” Johnny asked, trying to ignore the feel of her in his lap, or the fact that the dress had ridden up so that it was just covering her and there was whole new landscape of blue white skin to appreciate in the dark.

Darcy paused the auto play and stretched to put the remote back down. Johnny swallowed as her dress shifted and he saw just a sliver of candy corn striped cotton underwear.

“How do you feel about a sex break?”

“Huh?” Johnny asked, half sitting up and trying not to choke on his surprise.

“That’s why you wanted to come tonight, right?” Darcy asked, smiling down at him.

“Umm…”

“If it isn’t then I can-” she started to lift slightly off his lap and Johnny clamped his hands over her thighs to pull her back down. “Ohh,” she said softly, and she shifted over him, rocking for a moment before biting her lip and making herself fall still.

“Really? You’re cool with that?”

“I only really paid attention to about the first twenty minutes of that last episode. Your hands have been distracting me and I’m getting pretty wet.”

Johnny knew his mouth was hanging open. Objectively, he knew it was open. That he was staring at her, jaw dropped, face stupid with surprise. But he couldn’t feel it?

“I would love a sex break,” he said, finally. “You wanna…here?”

Darcy pulled her glasses off, and stretched again to put them down next to the remote.

Johnny let one hand slide up her thigh, thumb rubbing in, so he could lift her skirt up. She hadn’t lied, the orange crotch of her panties was a little damp and dark. He pushed his thumb there and watched as Darcy’s mouth formed an ‘o’ and she pushed back against his thumb, eyes fluttering shut.

“Can we, can we do this a little first?” she asked, breath gasping, bouncing against him on his lap where he was growing hard, cock twitching as she rubbed against it. “I love this part.”

“We can do pretty much anything you want,” Johnny said and twisted his hand so that she was pressing against his fingers, stroking herself there.

She bit a little cry behind her lips and then fell forward, bracing herself against the arm of the couch so she could lean down to bite and lick her way into his mouth. Johnny groaned and sucked the chocolate and buttery salt flavor from her tongue until she pulled away to moan, eyes squeezed shut.

“Will you finger me?” she breathed against his cheek.

“Yeah.” Johnny’s forehead bumped softly against her cheek as he nodded urgently, fingers fumbling against the edge of her sodden panties where they were sticking to her skin. “Coolio. Shit. I mean. Yeah, absolutely.” He would be fucking delighted to.

He was achingly hard now and Darcy wasn’t doing much more than bumping against him where he was tenting the sweatpants he’d worn. But she was slippery and warm inside of the wet cotton and she froze still and held her breath as he nudged first one and then another finger inside of her.

“Let me know if I get too warm,” he said, watching her cheeks flush and lips part as she rose slightly and sank down on his knuckles with a huff of breath. She squeezed around him and Johnny’s eyes crossed a little at the feeling.

“Warm is good,” she said, voice low and ragged. “Warm would be lovely.”

And she moaned and pressed down against his hand as he let himself heat up just a bit.

She came back for more kisses, and Johnny sat up with her, one arm wrapped around her waist to help her ride his hand. They trade nibbles and sucks and when Darcy started to pant and sigh in earnest, hands braced on his shoulders, he settled for licking long stripes up her throat.

“I’ve got- oh, fuck, i’m so close, Johnny. I’ve got condoms stashed in that thro-ohhhhhhh, oh god, oh shit. Throw pillow. Throw pillohhhahh ahh!”

Johnny stifled his grin, just barely, and watched Darcy’s breasts bounce softly in front of his face as she arched backwards and came with a long squeal, muffled behind closed lips. She clenched and squirmed on his fingers as his thumb rubbed at her clit until she started to jump away.

“You still wanna?” he asked as she drew herself forward to snuggle under his chin. “Too much?”

“Noooo,” she said into his neck. “I wanna. Definitely wanna. You care if I go grab my vibe?”

Johnny blinked. Shit. Who was this girl?

“No, I’m cool with that,” Johnny said, trying not to growl.

She shuffled off his lap, leaving his hand sticky and wet, as she stumbled towards her bedroom.

“God, I’m totally dripping,” she called out to him. “Put the condom on and we’ll be ready.”

He let his head fall back on the arm of the couch in stunned delight for a moment before the words really registered. Put the damn condom on Storm, and you’ll be ready for fucking Darcy Goddamn Lewis. Who was probably his new official dream girl. He grabbed frantically at all the throw pillows until one crinkled promisingly.

He’d stripped out of his t-shirt and had his sweats shoved down his hips, the condom rolling down the head of his cock, when Darcy reappeared. She had a black and silver little curved device in one hand, a towel in the other, her striped stockings running up her legs, and was otherwise beautifully bare.

“Oh damn that looks delicious,” she said, staring at his hands around his cock.

Her hair was up in a ponytail and her breasts were hanging heavily, nipples perky in the cool apartment, and Johnny could see a slight sheen of wetness gleaming from between her legs.

“Know what you mean,” Johnny said, staring back.

She preened, and the ponytail swayed. “Thanks. Get out of those sweats, I need your spot.”

Johnny obeyed, maybe a little too fast since all the blood was south of his head, and almost fell over as Darcy shimmied up onto the couch, draping the towel over the arm and then settling herself on top, wedging the vibrator between her and the towel.

“Holy shit,” Johnny whispered as she spread her legs a little, ass in the air and ponytail swaying down her spine. A buzz started up and Darcy looked back at him, biting down on her lip.

“Saddle up Storm, I want you in me when I come this next time.”

Before he could think straight Johnny was pushing in, Darcy whimpering, and he could feel the soft vibration running through her. His fingers dug into the plushy skin high on her ass as he swallowed heavily and tried not to lose control with slow and deep strokes.

“Next sex break,” Darcy panted, head sagging as she breathed deep, pacing herself with his thrusts. “I get to suck you off.”

Johnny looked up to the ceiling as if to thank the Great Pumpkin himself for this night, but then realized what he was missing and looked directly down again.

“Only if we can be fair about it,” Johnny managed as he watched himself disappear into the prettiest, pinkest, pussy he’d ever seen.

Darcy giggled and then pressed back against him with a moan. Johnny was pretty sure this wasn’t what Sue meant when she said he’d find somebody someday to tame his wildness. But he had a feeling Darcy Lewis was going to prove herself the best candidate. She certainly felt like it.

“What a treat, huh?” she asked. Johnny bucked into her, jaw loose at the way she trembled around him, and nodded dumbly in agreement.

#itsjanetsnakehole #tasertorch #darcy x johnny #darcy lewis #johnny storm #queenie does halloweenie #halloween prompt #netflix and sex breaks #darcyland #trick or treat

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insomniaacs · 7 years

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Bad Feeling - Benedict x reader

A/N: Err... Well, I'm still alive! It's been a while, but I'm finally free from any responsibilities for now, so here's this night's first request! I'll be posting lots of stuff tonight, so for my fellow night owls out there; enjoy the ride ;D Also, sorry for the shitty name, i have no imagination whatsoever

Requested by @thestrawberryblondehobbitbatch: Benedict x reader. Benedict comes home early from filming. To surprise his girlfriend. Only to find police and the press outside their home because they were broken into while his girlfriend and their new puppy were inside when it happened

Word count: 1774 Warnings: none

The day had seemed like a normal one for Benedict when he woke up in the morning.

It had been bright and busy like any other day of the week; with London's usual partially cloudy sky and streets that bursted with life. He'd gone to work and spent the day doing everything he usually did; repeated his same old routine and longed for a day in which he wouldn't have to do it all over again.

He would later learn to be careful what he wished for.

"Benedict," his manager had said through the phone with a light tone to his voice. Benedict had just left a script reading session for his latest project, and had been collecting his things when his phone rang. "Johnny had to call off the eight o'clock meeting- something came up at the studio, apparently," he'd explained quickly, "you have the night off."

Benedict had smiled. It was probably his first night off in months, and he had no idea when would be his next. He'd packed his things and left the building feeling like a winner.

He figured you'd be in for a lovely surprise. Maybe you could even open that old bottle of wine your parents had given the both of you for Christmas...

It wasn't until he was in his car - his hands gripping the steering wheel while he was stuck in traffic - that things started going south.

Benedict turned on the Bluetooth on his phone and waited for it to connect to the stereo. "Siri, call my wife," he said as soon as he heard the familiar beep that indicated there was a connection.

The phone rang five, six, seven times before it hit voicemail. "Hello, this is (Y/N) Cumberbatch. I'm not available at the moment, but please leave a message after the beep," your voice boomed through the speakers, and Benedict didn't wait before he pushed the call button on the steering wheel again. Still no response.

In front of him, the line of cars started moving, and he tried to tell himself everything was okay.

It was useless to keep worrying simply because you hadn't picked up the phone. Half of him reasoned that you were probably on the shower or listening to music in your studio. The other more anxious half of him insisted that there was something wrong, though.

Benedict couldn't keep the cold shiver than ran through him and settled in the pit of his stomach as he pushed his feet into the gas pedal.

He thought that perhaps if he pretended to be calm the feeling would overcome the worry that had been growing inside him, but if anything, it seemed to intensify it. He approached his driveway with a dreadful feeling on his stomach, one that was confirmed when he saw the blink of police lights.

Benedict's heart nearly dropped on his chest.

There was cold sweat dripping down the nape of his neck and his hands were trembling when he stopped the car a few feet away from his house, the police cars occupying the whole width of the street.

Benedict exited the car and didn't even bother to close the driver's door behind him as he stumbled toward the scene unraveling in front of him. His hands pushed past the curious bodies of his neighbours and his eyes roamed the faces around him for a glimpse at you.

He didn't have any more time to look around as a policeman stopped him in his tracks. "I'm sorry, sir, but I can't let you go through," he said calmly, and Benedict removed the hand that was holding him back forcefully.

"I-" he tried, but his voice came out like a rough grunt. "That's my house," he finally managed in a breathless whisper, and walked past the officer before he could do anything to stop him. Benedict stumbled through the gravel, unable to think straight or keep his hands from shaking and his shirt from becoming drenched in sweat.

He couldn't find you among the crowd of police officers and passers by, and he was starting to feel the overwhelming panic that came with it.

Benedict honestly didn't know what he would do without you.

Then he felt something stir between his legs and looked down to see Kit, your loyal basset hound, running in circles around him. Benedict remembered the day you'd given him that name. He had suggested something a little more historical, like Henry or Charles after England's greatest kings, but in the end the both of you'd stuck with the one you'd chosen.

Kit waggled his tale desperately, as if both excited to see his owner and worried at the whole situation. He jumped and barked and circled Benedict again, and he squatted next to the dog to pat him affectionately. "It's okay, boy, it's alright," he said in a calm tone that didn't reflect the way he was feeling inside. Benedict was perhaps even more desperate than his dog, but he didn't let it show as he caressed its fluffy fur. Kit, however, didn't calm down in the slightest, jumping around and refusing to stay still in the same place, and Benedict watched as it turned around and ran towards an ambulance parked in the front of the house.

He followed the dog with his eyes and felt his heart squeeze so painfully inside his chest that he thought he might be dying.

You were there, sitting on the steps that lead inside the ambulance - holding a blanket around your shoulders and with a bloody cut etched across your temple.

Benedict ran faster than he ever had in his entire life. His feet carried him and when he finally reached where you were, you were already standing up and coming to his encounter as well.

The both of you met halfway in a hug so desperate that it took the air out of both your lungs.

Benedict clung to your clothes and your hair and your back as he squeezed you against him in a desperate attempt to be closer to you. His heart was hammering almost painfully inside his ribs, and he squeezed you one last time before pulling back to look at you.

The cut on your forehead was still dripping with the slightest bit of blood, but most of it was already dry, and he suspected that it had already been cleaned.

"God, what happened, love?" he asked, unable to keep his voice from faltering at the end. His hands went to cup your face gently, and he ran his fingers through the edges of your bruises and drew a shaky breath. "Are you hurt anywhere else? You shouldn't be standing up. Come on, let me take you-"

"I'm fine, Ben. It's okay," you assured him, though your voice was rough and your throat dry. "I don't- there was a break in..." you answered, holding the blanket even closer to you as a reflex. "There were these two guys, and they locked me in the cupboard, and... and they had guns, and-"

"Shh," Benedict placed his hand on the good side of your face, pulling you closer into another embrace. His other hand ran through your back comfortably, and he felt your shoulders shake as you cried silently. "You don't have to tell me now. I'm going to call your sister to let her know we're coming over," he said as an afterthought, and you just nodded into his shirt, taking deep breaths to try and calm down.

You parted ways so Benedict could make the call, and you went back to the ambulance with Kit while he approached the police officers a few feet away.

"Could anyone explain to me what happened?" he asked, his voice demanding and deep. He was angry at anyone and everyone that allowed you to get hurt, which also meant himself.

"The burglars got in through the open balcony," one of the officers began. "Mrs. Cumberbatch was in the kitchen when they came. They took her by surprise," he said, and Benedict felt his teeth clench. "According to her, they took her to the cupboard and one of them stayed there with her while the other went to search the house," the man explained and Benedict had to keep from lashing out at anyone else. He balled his hands into fists and looked somewhere in the distance, breathing in and out in sharp heaves. "We caught one of the burglars, but the other one managed to escape before we arrived-"

Benedict didn't wait for him to finish, just nodded once and turned on his back. He considered paying the burglar a visit in one of the police cars he was being kept at, but decided against it. The press was starting to gather around the scene, and things were bound to get ugly if he did so. He went back to you instead.

You'd stopped crying already, and he sat beside you on the metal steps of the ambulance and put a comforting hand on your back. He didn't even care if anything was taken from the house. What mattered was that you were there and you were safe.

"I'm sorry, love," he murmured after a while, making you stop caressing Kit's head to look up at him. "I should have been home with you," Benedict lowered his head in defeat and you scoffed, lifting his head with a hand on his chin to meet his eyes.

"Stop that, Ben," you said with a tone of finality to your voice. "You had nothing to do with this. If it's anyone's fault, it's mine for letting the balcony open in the first place." You left no room for discussion, so Benedict just nodded. You could see the sadness in his eyes though, so you pulled him closer by the arm and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips, letting your mouth linger close to his afterwards and brushing your nose against his.

His hand moved from your back to your arm, and he rubbed it against it in an attempt to keep you warm. "I love you," he said with his cheek pressed to the top of your head, and you smiled slightly as you scooted as close to him as possible.

You resumed the caress on Kit's back, placing your other hand on Benedict's bent knee and rubbing your thumb over his jeans in an attempt to make him feel calmer. You felt him sigh beside you, and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head before the both of you allowed yourselves to finally relax.

"I love you too, Ben."

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Breaking... Ch.21

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Breaking The Passage

You weren’t sure what you were expecting. But this certainly wasn’t it. Philip walked into the room. His hair was longer, his shoulders broader and he even seemed to be a little taller. Everyone rushed over to him. Eliza and Lizzy obviously getting the most attention. You just stood there, a few feet away, staring up at him. When you looked back and remembered him, he was always cute, but not now. His cheeks weren’t as round as they used to be, his eyes seemed older than he was. He was handsome. He finally looked at you, you couldn’t read what you saw in his eyes but something flashed there. It was like a flare, there for one minute and faded out the next. He gave you a closed mouth smile. ‘Philly, fake smiles don’t look good on you. Your natural smile fits you better.’

“Hello, Y/N. How are you?” He asked with ennui. You were blown away, there was no color in his voice when he spoke to you. Where’d my ‘Autumn Rhythms’ go? You blinked away your astonishment.

“I-I’m…fine.” You tried to swallow your fears but you ended up choking on it. He walked right past you, your greatest fear had been realized. He didn’t look back at you; you were just another face. You felt that presence again and you wanted to feel angry at it. But you couldn’t. It swaddled you and held you, it felt smaller than you and yet at the same time it felt like the biggest thing in the world. He went up the stairs, you heard his footsteps, you heard his door close, you’re always listening. Always hearing, always feeling, always seeing, always experiencing. Helpless… I have been made helpless to you, I stand here and think to myself ‘Shall I ever be satisfied?’ I wonder if I was ever enough in my sentences, but am I paranoid in every paragraph of how he perceives me? Am I running out of time? Is this where it gets me? I wait for it, wait for him. He says no to this because why shouldn’t he? I wasn’t around, I swore that I would be around for him. His eyes were on me, but my story is told. Wait for him, wait for him, wait for him, wait for him, wait for him, wait for him, wait for him. Satisfied, satisfied, satisfied, satisfied, satisfied, satisfied, satisfied. Helpless, helpless, helpless, helpless, helpless, helpless, helpless. Am I the madman or the lover? For he is certainly the poet. Where has my soul fled to? Tongue, lose thy light. Tongue, not a word. Thus Thisbe ends. You felt something shaking your shoulder.

“TT! Hey! What’s wrong?” Angie called out to you. You blinked a few times and took a sharp breath. Your face felt wet.

“N-Nothing.” You heaved. Angie looked straight ahead at you.

“Are you sure? You’re crying and sweating and… Oh God is that blood?” Her eyes widened. You touched your nose with a shaking hand, a red droplet rolled down your fingers. ‘How are you?’

“I said I’m fine.” You rushed out of the room, dashing into your own and shutting the door behind you. You took the chair from your desk and propped it against the handle. You undid the back of your dress and let it fall to the floor. You looked up and at the window by your desk. You saw yourself staring back at you. You saw the unnatural dip of your waist from the corset. You loosened it. You saw your eyes, no sparkle. You pulled the ribbon out of your hair. You saw the blood leaking from your nostrils, it dripped onto the arms that hugged your chest. You didn’t wipe it away. This is who I really am… Then it was cold, it crawled up your back. That presence was strong, it always made it’s clear when you were vulnerable.

“Stop. Go back.” It whispered into your connective tissue, the vibrations echoed through the blood in your veins and dispersed through your nose as you took a breath.

“What are you?” You asked to freezing air.

“Home. Go home.” It muttered.

“What even is home anymore? I think I lost it on the way here…”

“Rise. Phoenix will come. Reborn once more. For you have commanded it.” Then it was gone, no trace, no presence, no watching. You fell onto your bed and curled up into a ball. You grabbed your head cloth off your desk and wiped you nose.

I’m fine. I can handle this. Don’t freak out.

…

The next day, Philip went out, he stayed out for most of the day. When he came back, he said hello to you, in that same voice. He would talk with the others and then go up to his room. This happened again the next day, and the next day, and the next, and the next. It was frustrating, he was completely ignoring you and you weren’t the only one who noticed. Every time you two were in the same room together, all eyes would be on you and once he left, they’d stay on you. Even AJ tried to stay next to you when you were together, he wanted to try and comfort you and that broke your heart. Angie said she tried to confront him at one point but he kept evading the question. Angie, Johnny, Willy and Lizzy’s birthday passed, Christmas passed, his birthday passed, nothing. This waiting game was killing you. Alex and Eliza tried to comfort you, they were worried about Philip as well. It didn’t help that the smell perfume would fill the room whenever he’d walk in. You wanted to talk to him, you wanted to tell him everything and you tried. He would shoot you down every time, not quite letting you finish. “Sorry, I’ve got a paper to write.” “I apologize; I have to meet my friend soon.” You wondered what happened, what made him have a distaste for you. Why couldn’t he look at you the way he did before? Or call you his starlight? Just one more time… Then you heard a knock at the door.

You straightened out your skirt and approached the door. You smiled politely as you opened it up.

“Welcome to the Hamilton estate, is there any way that I may assist you today?”

“Excuse me, Miss. I am here to see a dear friend of mine. Is Alexander here?” There was something about the way this man spoke that made you curious. You looked up at him, he was tall, had warm, sepia colored skin paired with dark facial hair and tight curls pulled back into a ponytail. His suit was a deep blue and he stood tall, he had fantastic posture.

“Um, yes, he is here. May I have your name, sir?” You asked.

“Ah, yes, forgive my rudeness. I have not been America for quite some time. Alexander knows me by Lafayette.” I KNEW HE SOUNDED A LITTLE FRENCH! TEN POINTS FOR ME!

“Oh! No, no! Nothing to worry about! Please come in!” You smiled wide and opened the door up for him, once he was inside you shut it behind him. “Does Alex know you’re coming?”

“Yes, he is aware, don’t worry. He said that it would be a good surprise for the children!” He said proudly.

“Well, I’ll take you to his stu-“ A loud, booming voice interrupted your sentence.

“I thought I recognized that French voice from somewhere!” Of course, it’s always Alex!

“Monsieur Hamilton!” Lafayette shouted.

“Monsieur Lafayette!” They both made their ways over to each other and initiated in the bro hug that you remembered so clearly. Seriously, I won’t get an explanation for that will I? Alex went over to the stairs and called for the children. It wasn’t long before a small army of Hamiltons came running down the steps to hug Lafayette.

“Uncle Laf! Uncle Laf!” Angie cried as she ran over to hug the tall man.

“Goodness! You have gotten so big, ma petite ange! I haven’t seen you since you were une tout petite fauteuse de troubles!” He laughed, he noticed her hair. “New style? It suits you.” Angie seemed relieved by the compliment. Philip came down and you tried to look nonchalant. “Ah, the boy of the hour! Glad to see that you are well, Philip. You never did get back to me about that package I sent you.”

“Actually, Angelica took it from me and refuses to give it back.” Philip scolded.

“Don’t blame me for looking better in it!” She scoffed.

The next few days were like this, everyone was excited about having Lafayette in the house. It gave everyone a bit more energy, everyone except you that is. You sat in the main room, your Midsummer Night’s dream in hand. You didn’t look at the pages, just stared out at your own reflection in the grand windows, and then you saw another face in the glass. You turned to find Lafayette kneeling down beside your chair.

“Miss Y/N, you seem out of sorts. Is something the matter?” He asked with a mix of concern and intrigue. You tried to brush it off, make it seem unimportant.

“No, I’m alright. Nothing to worry about.” He sighed at your answer.

“Let me tell you something, Miss Y/N. Back during the war, I was the mediator of my group. I’m good at knowing when someone is lying and I do not wish to, how you say, toot my own horn but I would say that I’m a fairly good listener. Now, is something the matter?” You couldn’t but feel like you needed to tell someone about how you were feeling. As much as you loved the others, they would be more conflicted. Lafayette was probably the closest thing to a third party that you were going to get. So, you told him everything you could. You told him about your feelings for Philip, how he drifted away, all of your fears about the situation, how horrible of a person you started to believe yourself to be. He just sat there and listened, only stopping you a few times to ask a question. You felt a little better afterwards, it was surprising how much of a relief it was to just get it out into words for someone else to hear instead of writing it away to fester. He took a deep breath.

“Got any advice for that?” You asked, trying to lighten the mood, he stood up.

“We’ll see.” He said simply before turning and leaving you at the window. What…What does that even mean?

A few days later, you were serving tea to Eliza and Alex when Philip strolled into the parlor.

“Mom, Pops, I have a question.” That was another one of his new things, calling Alex and Eliza that. They still didn’t seem used to it.

“What is it, my son?” Alex asked before taking a sip of tea.

“There’s a ball at the end of this month. I would like to go to it and I would like to bring someone with me.” He stated.

“Oh? Who would you like to bring?” Eliza asked sweetly.

“Miss Theodosia Burr.”

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The One Who Remembers

The first time Sam saw him, it was just after the Hell hallucinations started. It was only a glimpse, just out of site from his peripheral view, so he quickly forgot about it when he first encountered the memories of the meat hooks. Soon after, Sam would see him more clearly, sometimes standing, sometimes kneeling, and more often, just curled in the fetal position on the floor. Sam knew who he was, once he saw his bloody, broken face. It was himself, the one he met and killed when the wall in his head crumbled. It was the part of him who remembered Hell.

After Cas shifted the pain to himself, Sam only saw him occasionally in dreams. Always looking the same, always speaking softly, telling Sam he wasn’t going to fight him, while the words weren’t spoken, Sam knew even as it happened, that he was pleading to die. To just let it be over. Sam remembered how badly he wanted to keep the memories locked away, but he more so wanted this part of him to stop suffering. This actually made killing him easier than killing his soulless self. Putting him down and out of his misery was the easiest kill Sam ever had. The dreams of him weren’t frequent, so Sam just wrote them off as any vivid nightmare he had acquired throughout his life, and never spoke of it or dwelled on it much. However, for some reason, after the insane conditions over the last couple days, Lucifer himself was staying in Sam and Dean’s bunker. along with his Father, Chuck, and the dreams suddenly returned with a vengeance. They weren’t repeats of the normal dream, now his burnt, bloody, tortured self would scream in pain and terror, begging God for help, and Sam awoke in a cold sweat, shivering and nauseous, his throat raw as though he, himself, had been screaming. The bunker was dark and quiet. Dean had not burst through the door, gun in hand, as if reacting to Sam screaming in the night, so Sam was sure the screams weren’t audible. He went to the sink to splash water on his face, pausing to let a round of dry heaves work its way through his system, and he let the warm air of his room fill his now over exerted lungs until the shaking stopped. He needed a drink. Whether it would be a beer, a shot of Johnny Walker, or hot tea with honey and ginger, wouldn’t be decided till he got to the kitchen. Lucifer was locked safely in the dungeon, even though Chuck assured Sam and Dean that he was completely powerless and couldn’t harm them if he wanted to, they didn’t want to take any chances, Powerless or not, Sam knew he was there. He could feel him in the air, and could swear he could hear him taunting “Saaaam? Sammy? C’mon bunk buddy, hang out with me like we used to. Want to talk about old times? Hey! I know, how about a nice game of spin the bottle? Maybe Twister? I promise I wont cheat this time HAHAHA!!” Sam knew it was impossible, so he shoved the thought away and concentrated on the sound’s coming from Dean’s laptop in the war room. A basketball game. It must be a repeat since it was nearly 3am. This is good, he’ll watch videos with Dean and have a drink or 2 to calm his nerves. When he got to the war room, expecting to see his brother in the “dead guy” robe and about 6 beers into a good buzz, he saw Chuck instead. Maybe he would actually be better company right now. Sam knew he could talk to Chuck about anything, he always did, the only difference now was that he could see him face to face, and get an immediate response if he needed one. “Hey Sam!” Chuck said, just as Sam crossed the threshold into the war room. “You had a terrible dream didn’t you?” Chuck didnt even make eye contact, but slid a piping hot cup of tea in front of a chair next to him, encouraging Sam to sit for a while. Sam smiled, and sat without hesitation “Yeah Chuck, I did” he took a sip and let it warm the ache in his throat “but I um, I dont think it was a dream.” Chuck shut the laptop and turned to Sam with full attention. “Want to tell me about it?” Sam sipped again and cleared his throat. Maybe talking face to face with God was harder than he thought. A nervous smile came across Sam’s lips as he stared shyly into the cup of tea, as if it held more answers than the Creator of the Universe that sat beside him. “I know you know I spent time… downstairs. In Hell. In Lucifer’s cage.” Chuck nodded, “And you’re anxious because Lucifer is here? I can’t make you trust me Sam, that’s a choice all your own, but I promise you he can’t….” “No no no, Chuck, its not that” Sam cut off “I trust you, I do… i always have, but Ive been well, seeing things.” Chuck sat straight, drawing just a little closer into Sam’s space, nearly forcing him to make eye contact. Sam’s shoulder’s dropped, in reverent surrender. “When the wall crumbled, I went unconscious, and I couldn’t wake up until I killed my symbolic pieces, and absorbed their memories. Of things I’d done when I had no soul, and ummm everything that happened in Hell.” Sam swallowed hard and broke eye contact with Chuck, but Chuck stayed focused. “Tell me what that was like” Sam shifted in his chair and rubbed his face. “It was hard, sort of. I literally had to kill myself, twice. Just so I could put myself back together. But, my last piece, the piece that remembered Hell.. it wasn’t hard to put him down. He wanted it. I hurt for him so bad, that it felt merciful to me, to put him out of his misery. But now, I saw him in my dream, screaming, and begging for help. Begging YOU for help.” Sam’s throat grew tight. He wasn’t sure if it was anger, or grief, or just plain sadness. His eyes welled, and he tried for a moment to hold the tears back, but he couldn’t help it. “I guess I don’t understand why you didn’t help, is what I’m saying.” Chuck sat back and crossed his arms. “I did help Sam. I put Cas back together and gave him the power to pull you out. I can’t honestly tell you why your soul was left behind, that’s something you need to ask Cas about, but I steered your brother in the direction to get your soul out and told Death to help him. I still give all of you free will, so I put my hands in much more with you guys than I have for anyone for thousands of years, the time it took you all to figure out the right paths were on the three of you.” Sam was speechless. Half happy to have some blanks filled in, but half mortified that he may have offended God to his face. He looked up at Chuck “Im sorry, I spoke out of turn, I didn’t mean to accuse you of….” Chuck held a hand up for Sam to stop apologizing. “It’s okay Sam, really. Ive heard worse from the Archangels. I want to know what has you worried right now.” Worried. Is that what this was? Yes…. Yes! Sam realized for the first time, he wasn’t scared, or grieving, he was worried. “Im worried Chuck…. that I made the wrong call with him, or me as it was.” Another tear rolled down Sam’s cheek. He sniffed and wiped his face again. “Im worried I shouldn’t have killed him. Maybe I could have helped him.” Guilt flooded over Sam like a dam broke in his soul. He didn’t put this part of himself out of his misery, he just ended it. The pain may not be increasing, but it wasn’t gone. It was like taking someone out of a fire but not helping them with the burns. He knew now that his soul didn’t simply need to be brought out of Hell, it needed to heal. Something he was never able to do. Was it even possible? Where would someone even begin to heal themselves after centuries of brutal torture? Sam buried his face in his hands. How did he miss it? He was always the first one to see if a victim needed help after a possession or a monster attack. He would make sure they got to a Doctor if they needed one, or he would recommend they find someone to talk to, and would offer his own phone number if they felt he could help. But somehow, with himself, he didn’t even bother. He would think “I’m alive, I look and feel healthy, I love, and I am loved. I can still help other people, so I’m just fine. A lot of people have it worse.” Chuck let Sam cry for a while. He knew it was luxury Sam rarely gave to himself, and not even once had he cried about the pain he had suffered in Hell, once he was out and intact. It wasn’t until Sam spoke through his sobs “Im so sorry, it was my fault. I could have helped but I didn’t. I was selfish wanting to come back so fast.” Chuck grabbed Sam’s hands roughly. “Now Sam, STOP! It wasn’t your fault. You didn’t know then. You didn’t know you would get through it alive, let alone be capable of healing yourself.” Sam met Chuck’s eyes again “What can I do now?” Chuck smiled “Whatever you want. What would you like to do?” Sam thought for a moment. “I want to go back. Can I go back and talk to him, or umm me again?” Chuck winked and touched Sam’s forehead. Instantly, Sam was out. Once again, Sam entered the room. It was Bobby’s house. Dark and only lit by candles. White sheets draped over the furniture. Sam could even smell the Old Spice and whiskey like he did that day he first met him. The only difference now was that Sam was 5 years older, and completely unarmed. He knew he was there, his bloody, broken self. He could smell him. Burnt flesh, singed hair, dried blood, sweat, and fear. Not strong enough to overwhelm him, but just enough that the memories came back to the front of his mind in detail. A smell that was around himself for 180 years. Sam walked cautiously through the room, remembering this part of himself had a blade. He was pretty sure he wouldn’t use it, but still mildly regretted coming unarmed. Then he saw him, once again sitting at the table with his head down and hair hanging in matted strands over his face. “Hey, um Sam? It’s me, or, us, the living part.” Sam could see in the candle light, this figure stand up. “Why are you here?” Sam held up his hands to show him he had no weapon, and said “I need to talk to you. I want to help.” He could see himself walking around the table towards him. His face was more visible, but barely recognizable. When finally stood within inches, he lowered his head as if a last effort to hide the pain from this older, (yet younger) healthy man in front of him. “You can’t help me Sam. Just kill me, put me out of my misery” “No, that’s where we were wrong the first time.” Sam reached out and touched him on the shoulder, but the weakened, damaged man flinched against his touch. It must have hurt him, or maybe he didn’t know touching doesn’t have to hurt. “Im sorry” Sam said while pulling his hand away. “Here, come sit.” They both sat after Sam adjusted the sheet over the couch to be more comfortable. “I can help you okay? I don’t need to kill you to stop the suffering, I need to heal you. Then I can be whole again, and you, and I, will heal. Will you trust me?” “What choice do I have?” Things began to be more clear now. This poor, mangled creature thought he had no choice but accept whatever pain or grief was bestowed on him. As something he couldn’t control or maybe even felt he deserved. Now Sam knew where to start. “First off I want you to know we made it. We made it out alive, and though there were some really rough patches, things got better. WE got better.” Broken Sam let his eyes look over himself 5 years after their first meeting “Yeah, Id say you look a lot better than I do.” And Sam could see a hint of a smile on his lips. Sam couldn’t help but smile himself. he’d have to admit that he was actually pretty pleased with his body at 32 years old. He attributed that to eating healthy when he could but never denying himself pizza or a juicy cheeseburger when he wanted them. He hadn’t had so much as a cold in 5 years, not counting the side effects from The Trials. “We, or I, have made so many choices in my life, that have brought me to where I am now. There’s been some very poor ones, sometimes people got hurt, people I love and care about, but some were very good choices, and saved a lot of people, though, the most important one, where we somehow saved the world, is the one that actually got us here, where we both are right now. “ Sam could see the guilt come across the face of his tortured self. “So, this, is our fault right?” Sam thought for a moment, thats not what he was trying to say at all “No, this wasnt our fault. We broke Lucifer out of his cage, yes, that was a very bad choice, but saving the world afterward was not. That was the best choice. What Lucifer did to us, was HIS doing. Not ours. His choices and his alone.” At that Sam saw it. A light shine behind tortured Sam’s eyes, and he could see his skin begin to regain color. This is where the healing starts! “Touch me!” Sam said placing the hand of his broken soul on his heart. He looked confused. “See?!” Sam said, with a new found excitement “I’m alive, and healthy, WE are out, WE survived. Can you feel it?” Sam could see that he could. He could feel his heart, pounding away in his chest as it made more light come from behind battered Sam’s eyes. Sam watched him take in a few long deep breaths, as though he hadn’t breathed in ages and it brought more color to his skin, as streaks like faded claw marks began to disappear from his arms. “I can feel it” he said finally. “I can breathe and it doesn’t burn! It doesn’t hurt, or stink, it feels…. good” He said with an actual smile. A smile of sheer relief, and Sam could see himself 5 years ago begin to emerge from under the scars. “This is good!” Sam felt his skin become tingly and static charged. He was surprised he couldn’t hear it. “Now, keep breathing, keep filling your lungs with air and know that it’s life okay? We lived, we are alive. We aren’t perfect by a long shot, but we do good. He tried to destroy us but he didnt. We can still fight for whats right, and still love and be loved back!” Sam’s tortured soul was clearly recognizable as himself at 27 when he overpowered the Devil himself and jumped into the pit, but something in his face was wrong. Something still unrecognizable. “ What’s the matter? Did I hurt you?” “No” he said “I just dont remember what love is. What it feels like.” Sam felt his heart break. Even through the worst parts of his life, even when he thought he hated Dean or his father, or even his mother once or twice, for bringing the hunter’s life into the family, he knew he never stopped loving them. Even more recently when he and Dean had nearly killed each other on a couple occasions, he loved his brother, and even when Dean was a demon, he knew deep inside he loved him and that would be the real reason he came back, but this poor boy, just spent 180 yrs of furious hate and violence, that it managed to erase love from his memory. “I can show you. Will you let me?” “Yes.” Sam had to admit to himself that this was probably the strangest experience of his life, and that was a pretty high bar, but it felt right. It felt like the only way this part of his soul would finally feel peace. “Can I touch you?” He asked “Yes, just please don’t hurt me.” A twinge of pain hit Sam in the heart, but he could honestly answer “I promise I wont. And you can stop me at any time.” A trusting nod was returned. “Love feels like this.” Sam said, as he touched his hair. No longer matted and blood stained. Soft and smooth, his right hand cupping his jaw which until a few minutes ago was smeared with blood. Sam felt this piece of him becoming warm under his touch. Placing a hand around Sam’s wrist as if to close a connection and maybe even to feel as though he could pull away if he wanted to. But he didnt. Sam moved in closer to him, and just wrapped his long strong arms around him. Pulling him into his chest and resting his chin atop his head. “This is what safety feels like.” Both Sams were silent. Sam didn’t rush anything. They literally had all the time in the world, and he would give himself whatever he needed. From the way he felt him, as he finally wrapped his arms around Sam’s back, he knew this was something he needed, and he kissed the top of his head, closed his eyes and smiled. “Are we okay?” Sam asked after several minutes of silence. “I think so.” He answered “But, how can I be sure you’re real and not one of Lucifer’s tricks?” Sam was stumped for a minute. He remembered this feeling all too well when he had a hard time determining what was real and what was a hallucination. He remembered what Dean had told him about Hell, and how the pain was different. Feeling the pain from the real world helped him focus more on what was real, but he couldnt possibly cause this man any more pain. Then Sam remembered that sometimes Lucifer would trick him with pleasure. Making him think for a moment he felt good and then he would instantaneously be hanging from hooks in his face. That pleasure he felt though, was different than pleasure topside. It was more like a drug induced pleasure, than a real human feeling. He could show his soul real pleasure. “I remember the tricks he played to make me think I was happy for a moment and then steal it away from me. It felt real in the moment, but it felt superficial, only on the surface. It didn’t feel like this.” Sam pulled back away, just far enough to look into his eyes. To connect with him on level that they would both feel on the inside. He held his face in his hands, stared into his eyes until he saw life begin to sparkle in them. It may have been enhanced by the surrounding candle light, but they burned with hope. Sam closed his own eyes and pressed his lips to his temple, along his ear and to his lips. Soft with closed mouth, he stayed for just a second or two before he felt those other lips part and invite his tongue inside. It was beautiful. Sam couldnt deny it. It might have been the best kiss hes ever given or received and he knew his counterpart felt it too. They were connected now, and everything one felt, so did the other. It was more than intense, it was epic. Sam could tell by each touch what he needed, what he craved and feelings of true, honest, pure pleasure grew like vines from the soles of his feet to the hair on his head. They both needed to feel each others bare skin surround them. Sam wasnt exactly sure how or when their clothes wound up in a pile on the floor, but it was a dream right? No, he was sure he wasn’t in the real world, but this was definitely something real. Sam laid along side himself at 27. Admired his own body even then. strong, muscular, maybe a little less hair in some places, and maybe a little more in others, but for the first time in his life, he realized he is beautiful. Not just attractive, or a 7 and a half, but actually beautiful. He let his hands and lips explore himself, as he also returned the admiration of his future body. It was confusing, but amazing at the same time. He wanted nothing more than to make love to him, himself. And he did. Everything one felt, so did the other, so every movement was perfectly in line. When slowing down was best, when speeding up was better, and when they came simultaneously, it was nothing less than perfect. He felt everything in his body and soul release pressure like a volcano, and then it was calm. Both Sams were silent. Sam awoke in his room. Sore and exhausted, but peaceful. He felt like he had slept for 3 days but the clock on his phone said just 7 hours. He was thirsty and starving, but was happy to smell bacon and pancakes cooking. Maybe it was a dream after all? He didn’t think so, he really felt like the healing actually began and a great weight was lifted off his shoulders. He made a promise to himself that whenever he felt that pain well up in his soul again, he would go back and visit his new friend. The most important person he’s saved yet to date… Himself.

#supernatural #samcest #sam and chuck #hell!sam #sam and hell #sam and heaing #sam winchester #some sam love #hurt!sam #sam and comfort

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Jokers Daughter Imagine: The Return

Request: (anon) First I want to say that I love you and that you're work is amazing. You're so creative and reading your posts always make me smile. Unless they're sad ;-; Anyway, could you maybe write something where at the age of 12, the jokers daughter goes missing thanks to one of his business partners kidnapping her and when she's 17, she suddenly appears at the doorstep, drenched from the rain and covered in cuts and bruises.

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Monster T sat in the VIP booth across from Joker fidgeting and sweating, his heart was beating so fast he was sure Joker could see it pulsating through his skin and jacket. He raised his hands in defense and submission all at once.

“Mr. J, I didn’t mean any disrespect. I came here with some offers, welcome you back to the world, back to business.” he said trying to keep his voice steady.

“Oooooh are you sweet talkin me now?” Joker hissed at him then mocking him with the smile stamped on his hand.

The Joker was willing to forgive crosses against himself if it meant he could get a good deal, but his daughter was different. When Monster T came in and started eyeing you up he was a dead man walking.

“I didn’t know she was your daughter.” he continued. Not appreciating being jerked around. He tried to control his anger. “I didn’t know she was so young.”

“One…. two…. three….” Joker started counting his fingers confusing Monster T. “eight…. nine…. ten….” Joker stopped and looked up at him. “Looks like I’ve run out of fingers.” Joker stood up and approached him like an animal stalking his prey. In one swift motion he grabbed T’s hand and snapped two fingers until the nails reached the back of his hand. He went swirling to the floor in pain. “Eleven...twelve. There we have it! My daughter is twelve. But I’m sure you didn’t know that huh?”

Joker didn’t even give the man time to answer before he pulled out his gun and fired a bullet into his skull, hitting his eye tattoo exactly on mark. Joker motioned with his hand for Frost to come over and take the body away. In just a few seconds he went from a violent hunched over creature to brushing his hair back and sauntering to his seat eloquently. “Dump him somewhere his buddies will see him, maybe that will teach the whole lot of them finally.” Joker huffed out “And send the princess over.”

“Yes boss.” Frost picked up the man’s legs by the ankles and dragged him out of the VIP booth. He called over to some goons that were free and pointed at the body. “By the docks.” He said before heading to the main floor and making his way through the crowd.

You were sitting behind the bar with your body guard next to you, the bartender refilling your virgin Shirley Temple and dropping a cherry in it. You sat in awe watching your mother dance in her gold dress and jewelry. You wanted to be like her someday. You shook out of your day dream when you saw your Uncle Johnny coming and jumped over the bar to run to him. You wrapped your hands around his waist to hug him and he chuckled as her returned the favor.

“Your dad wants to see you hun.” he said with a smile. You shook your head and grabbed his hand and he led you through the crowd of people. When you got to the VIP booth you saw a goon cleaning up the floor.

Daddy must have just finished work, you thought to yourself. When Joker saw his daughter his icy blue eyes lit up and turned warm. He extended an arm out for you to run into and be beside him. He wrapped his hand around your shoulder and you felt the cool touch of his rings that gave you goosebumps.

“Princess you’re going to be going home early tonight.” he said not making eye contact, knowing you would be upset.

“But daddy why? I want to watch mommy dance more. I always ride home with you guys in the lambo.” you said trying to guilt trip him.

“I know baby but tonight you have to leave. Someone wasn’t nice to you and I don’t want it happening again.” he said sternly signaling for you to stop protesting.

“Looks as though you took care of it.” you teased him and look down at you with a smirk.

Feeling bad that he was making you leave and prideful that you wanted to stay with him he cut you some slack. “Howabout one of the guys takes you home in the lambo? So you don’t go home completely heartbroken huh?” he grinned.

You crossed your arms and tapped your foot pretending to contemplate and keep you in suspense. He mimicked your actions to make you break down and laugh. “Okay okay okay I guess that’s fine daddy.” He took your face in his hands and planted a kiss in the center of your forehead. A perfect parallel for what he had done just a few moments ago. He snapped his fingers and Frost came back over.

“Take her home please Frost and take the lambo.” Joker said dangling the keys. When Frost reached for them Joker pulled them back. “And not a scratch on it.” he said before handing them over. Frost shook his head and extended his hand for you to take. The two of you wandered outside and got in the car home bound.

As the goons were dumping Monster T’s body off by the docks they were growing more nervous by the minute. It was still early in the night, people around, they could be easily seen. The dropped the body and quickly made their way back to the car. They sighed in relief for a moment before beginning to drive back to the main road. They felt the tension leave their bodies and as they reached to turn on the radio a parade of bullets fired through the windshield. Their bodies rattled back and forth with blood spewing. Loud screams and tires screeching raced past their car and to the docks. The car came to a halt and four men jumped out and ran over to Monster T’s body.

“I knew it! I knew it! I fucking knew it!” one screamed. “We should never have let him go there alone. That fuckin clown is crazy!.” the other three men stood silent, mourning the loss of their crew member. They knew they were wrong to let him go and were on their way to try and take their mistake back, but it was too late. “If that clown wants a war, then that’s what he’ll get.” the man said before heading back to the car and the other men followed him. “This time we fight fire with fire.” he said before they sped off.

You and Frost drove steady through the city back to the house, you gazed out the window taking in the moment. You were so content you laid your head back and closed your eyes listening to the sounds of gotham. You suddenly felt Frost’s hand gripping your arm, your eyes shot open and he had a terrified look on his face.

“Hold on.” he said as he slammed his foot on the gas, you looked in the rear view mirror and saw another car racing towards you. The passenger side window opened and a machine gun emerged. It started firing wildly and Frost grabbed your head and pushed it down so you wouldn’t be hit.

“There’s the lamborghini! Joker must be inside, keep shooting!” the men screamed in the car as they raced after what they thought would be simple revenge.

Frost was losing control of the lambo as bullets destroyed the tries. He tried desperately to keep the wheel straight to protect you but it was no use. The engine took too many hits and blew out right in front of your eyes. You wanted to stay strong but you wanted to cry for your father at the same time. The lambo swung off the road and skidded into a ditch. Frost threw himself in front on your and went out the windshield that had been shot out and banged his head on the front of the car. His weight stopped you from getting serious damage but the impact took your breath right out of your lungs and you passed out. The men drove over and opened up the car doors, to their surprise the Joker was nowhere to be found. Frost lifted his body up slowly and went to grab one of the men but they hit him in the forehead with the barrel of their gun.

“You know who this is gentlemen?” the leader said as a statement more than a question “This is the lil bitch the clown and that whack job girlfriend had.” the men stared at you passed out in awe. They had heard stories but hardly anyone saw you in the flesh. “This is the revenge, the power we need.” he said and poked your cheek with his gun. “She’s out cold. Take her to the car.”

‘What about the guy?” one of the men asked.

“Leave him. Someone needs to let the joker know who is in control now.”

The Joker sat and watched the rain in his once lavish mansion now rundown and dark, twirling a piece of his daughter's hair between his fingers. The days turned into weeks, weeks to months, and months to years. Today marked the 5th anniversary of the night he failed. Failed you, his reputation, his empire, everything he had built as the Joker. He never suspected that scum like Monster T would haunt him. His crew had all but taken Joker captive as well. He was under their control as long as they had you. He tried to disobey in the beginning but he soon learned that they were serious and they had to you. Each time he didn’t obey their commands they sent a piece of you. The first time it was a strand of hair, then the second time it was a whole lock of her long hair. It drove Joker more insane than he already was thinking they touched you and disrupted your perfection. He promised as long as they kept you alive and safe he would do what they asked. It involved giving up his club, the gun trades, the drug trades, everything. He wasn’t the king of gotham anymore, he was a puppet for the men. The Joker’s pride was taken away but it wasn’t as hard as he thought, he just wanted you safe. Sitting in arkham all those years ago before he ever met Harley he never imagined in this moment he would be at some type of peace. But when it all came down to it he was just happy he never got a body part in the mail.

The thing that was killing him was not knowing, seeing touching. Wondering what you were thinking. Killing himself thinking that he wasn’t there to wipe your tears away and to make you laugh. To wake up in the middle of the night with you next to him. He tore the entire city apart searching for you, but each time he got close they took you further away somewhere new. The one thing that kept him going was the thought of making them pay for it all. Then the doorbell rang he barely even noticed until he heard chains rattling closer to him. Frost approached him and Joker turned his head slightly to see the once mighty suited right hand man in dirty rag clothes and chained up like a prisoner.

“The door slave.” Joker said to him. The man he once considered a brother became the source of all his rage and the blame. Frost went to the door faced unrecognizable from all the beatings. When he opened it his jaw dropped and he let out an inhuman noise.

Joker immediately grabbed his gun thinking it was one of the crew members who had you coming back for more. When he pushed Frost out of the way and saw what stood in the doorway he dropped the gun to his side. There you stood. Your knees were bruised and your face had little cuts all over it. Your hands were completely covered in blood and you had a shard of glass gripped. Joker was frozen in time and didn’t know what to do. He wasn’t even sure if you were real.

For a moment he was so still he looked like a wax figure to you. You reciprocated the action and dropped the shard of glass to your side as he did the gun. You were the first to make the move and jumped at him and wrapped your arms around his waist.

“Daddy…” left your lips softly and the sound of your voice, more mature now but still the voice he’d know anywhere snapped him back into reality and he picked you up and held onto you tightly. He felt like he was going to faint or his knees were going to give out so he carried you and both rested on the couch.

You lifted your head from his shoulder and looked around. The house you loved as a child was broken down even more than your father was. You knew there wasn’t much time to waste as much as you wanted to stay in his arms, but you two had to move. You weren’t a little girl anymore and realized you had to be the strong one.

“How did you… how are you here?” he asked.

“I escaped. I broke a mirror and I just… I escaped. We have to get ready they might know I came here.” you said getting off the couch but your father grabbed your arm and pulled you back. He cupped your face in his hands and stared at you for a moment before kissing your forehead. The last thing he did five years ago with you. “Daddy please I..” you tried to resist, now wasn’t the time for bonding but the euphoric feelings of being back in his arms was overtaking you. You broke down in tears and wrapped your arms around his shoulders so tight you were scared you’d cut off his circulation.

Joker felt something start to rise from his stomach and into his chest. The feelings inside of him started changing like a light switch and his mind started to race a mile a minute. He got a slight headache after all the years of disassociating to all of a sudden be brought back. As you held onto him the feeling of being a protector reignited inside of him. Like he had a purpose again.

You unwrapped yourself from him and looked in his blue eyes. “I won’t lose you again.” he said, the first time you had heard his deep voice. You weren’t sure where to start, with what happened to you or tell him you knew what they had done to him. Before you could say anything he started up again. “What did they do to you?” he asked.

“Nothing too bad.” you said immediately not wanting to worry him. “Just some beatings but most of the time it was okay. I know what you did for me. I don’t know how to..”

“Shhh shhh princess.” he didn’t want to hear anymore, just some beatings, he scoffed when he thought about those words leaving your.

“I can take it daddy, I was fine.”

“I know you can. You’re mine. But because you're mine you shouldn’t have had to.” Joker looked over at Frost standing there not knowing what to do. “I made him pay for failing you.”

You finally understood who opened the door and were horrified. You got up and ran over to Frost and used your father's gun on the floor to shoot the chains off. Joker looked ashamed of himself after he saw you do this.

“We have to get them back. Frost isn’t to blame. We have to make them pay. We have to bring you back.” you said confidently and your father was taken aback by the woman you had become while you were away from him. He looked at you and noticed just how bad of shape he and the house were in. This was no condition for a princess to lay her eyes on he thought. Joker took a moment to embrace the strength flowing back into his veins.

Joker stood up and extended his hand for you to grab. You walked back over and took it. This time you reached up and cupped his face in your hands. He looked at you and saw that his sweet and innocent girl had been replaced by a woman filled with fire and a lust for blood. He liked what he saw. You turned out more like him than he had imagined.

“You have to become the king again.” you continued. As easy as snapping fingers Joker smiled that malicious and terrifying smile only he could. You matched it as best you could.

“Frost!” he called out for the first time in five years. “Get me a suit. Get me my guns. Get her something befitting of a princess.”

You looked over at your Uncle Johnny and nodded as if to let him know that things were finally back the way they were.

“And bring the car around. We’re going for a drive.”

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mclennunf · 7 years

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This Boy - Chapter 23

~Paul's~ The smell of his musky skin was a turn on in itself. As John crawled on top of me with a smug smirk on his face, I could feel the blood rushing from my head down to my groin almost making me light headed. I felt his thighs brush up against mine. His shirt was hanging off of him, showing off his distinguishable collarbones. The light moan that escaped his mouth and touch of his lips on mine was indescribable, it sent shivers down my spine. I felt a smile creep out the sides of my mouth uncontrollably. John slowly began to pull my trousers off, kissing down my thighs as he did so. The heat between us was like fire.

Soon, we found both of ourselves completely nude. John was lying on top of me kissing me passionately as he thrusted himself against me. "I need you so badly, Paul," John moaned against my mouth. He slid down my body so perfectly he felt like my missing puzzle piece. When he took me in his mouth I couldn't help but yelp his name. John worked his way up and down my shaft and moaned against me. I thrusted into his mouth and tangled my fingers in his soft auburn hair. "Fuck, Johnny," I moaned as quietly as I could. John lifted himself up and sat on top of me, grabbing my dick and placing himself on top of it. As he slowly slid himself down I closed my eyes. As I slid fully side of him I grabbed his hips. "Fuckin' hell, yer so fuckin tight." I groaned. John made a few uncomfortable noises before he settled himself on top of me, beginning to thrust his hips. "You feel so fuckin' good inside of me," John moaned as he began wanking himself as I fucked him. Beads of sweat were dripping off John's forehead, the mere sight made me close. "Oh Paul, don't stop, right there fuck I'm gonna cum," He began moaning louder. I began to pump myself in and almost-out of him, hitting that lump that made him squeal. "Fuck, John!" I yelled almost too loud as we both spilled our seed, me inside of him and him all over my chest and stomach. John went to the bathroom, and I stood up and grabbed a dirty towel to wipe myself off. I collapsed down on the bed and John wasn't far behind doing the same thing on my small bed. "Fuckin' hell. That was amazing." John said breathlessly. "Yer tellin' me." I smiled and cuddled up next to him as he flung his arm around me. "Have ye ever thought about kids, Paul?" John asked quietly. "Ye mean havin' some of me own?" I asked, resting my chin on his chest and looking up at his wandering eyes. "Yeah, I mean, we obviously can't make 'em. Does that change anything for ye?" John said, remaining quiet. "Of course not, John! Y'know we can always adopt." I said, smiling, trying to bring his spirits back up. They were seemingly down, now. "Oh alright. I just want to make sure I give you the life you've always wanted.." John said through a yawn. "A life with you is all I'll ever need." ... ~John's~ I woke up to a bright bedroom with sunlight shining desperately through Paul's window. Paul was thrashing back and forth. "STOP!" He kept crying out. "Paul, love, it's only me. Wake up," I said soothingly until finally he opened his eyes. "It's only me," I whispered again, pulling him in close. "Sorry," Paul mumbled into my neck. "What happened, baby?" I asked. Paul sat up and stretched, showing off his perfect figure, flawless skin and adorably messy bed-hair. "It was just me Da--, it was just Jim. Took Mike. I don't really wanna talk about it." Paul tried to explain. He stood up and began to get dressed. "Where d'ye think yer goin'?" I asked, sitting up and stretching myself. "We've gotta take Mike to school!" Paul giggled as he jumped to pull his trousers up, a small baggie falling out of the back pocket and onto the floor. "Paul..." I began, as I stood up myself and grabbed my shirt. "John, I swear these are the trousers that I wore home from Hamburg, I haven't gotten a chance to get rid of 'em, I promise..." Paul was a rambling, nervous little boy again. "It's okay, I believe you. Can we get rid of them?" I asked, still sounding disappointed. "Not yet. I promise I won't take them, I'm just not ready... Y'know?" Paul sounded like he was begging as I turned my back and took my medication, the talk of his pills had reminded me. We were interrupted by a knock at the bedroom door. I opened it as Paul shoved the baggie into his top drawer. "Good morning!" Mike greeted with a smile from ear to ear. "I am ready to go!" He announced. Paul grabbed Mike into a tight hug, it warmed my heart. Mike laughed and pushed his big brother off of him. "Lets go! I'm gonna be late!" Mike said as he ran down the stairs to put his shoes on. "Come on then, love. Let's get Mike off to school, then you best go see Mimi." Paul said, walking back over to me and placing a kiss on my cheek. We followed the young boy out the door after throwing our jackets on. Mike was skipping and hopping around us like a child on Christmas morning. I loved how close he and Paul were, but I suppose they had to be close considering their previous circumstances. "Paul, do you think Mum is still watching us?" Mike asked out of the blue as he grabbed his older brothers hand, not slowing his pace but his facial expression changing from a smile to a straight face. "Of course she is, Mikey." Paul sighed. "But, then, why would she let that stuff happen to you?" Mike asked even quieter. My heart nearly stopped at the question. I had no idea how to answer that question, I couldn't even help Paul with that one. Paul, like Mike and I, remained silent for the rest of the walk to Mike's school. We approached the gates, and Paul crouched down in front of Mike. "Sometimes bad things happen, Mikey. But no matter what happens, no matter where Mum is, you know I'm here. You can rely on me, okay mate?" Paul said, trying to be assuring. I smiled at Mike over Paul's shoulder, who smiled back and looked at his brother. "Okay!" He agreed and hugged Paul. I crouched down and hugged him too. "We totally look like a queer couple dropping off our child." I joked. "We kind of are, Johnny." Paul laughed with me. "I've gotta catch the bus, love. We need some food in the fridge, figure Gin should rest. Send my love to Mimi." Paul said, I wished that I could've kissed him. "I'll call ye?" I called after him. Paul didn't respond, he just turned around to walk backwards and winked at me. As I walked toward Mimi's house I thought about our wedding and how excited I was. I wished that I could've told Mimi, but I knew she wouldn't have been supportive at all. At least we had little Mike to support us. Suddenly I was shoved and fell onto my hands and knees. "Bloody hell!" I said angrily as I shot up onto my feet, noticing small little scrapes of blood on either one of my hands. I spun around quickly to find Jim McCartney staring at me with anger in his eyes. We stared at each other for what seemed like five minutes, silently and angrily. "I don't know what kind of nonsense you've put into my son's head but it's your fault he won't even give me a chance." Jim stated, finally breaking the silence. "I haven't put anything in your son's head." I growled, trying to keep my composure. "It was only after you came along that he started talking back, getting stroppy on me." Jim said, taking a slight step back from me. "You were a raging alcoholic who nearly killed his own son, d'ye realize that mate?" I snapped back, taking a bigger step toward him. "I think yer probably the most daft man I've ever met." I snarled and stepped closer. "Unfortunately for you, young man, you can try as hard as you'd like, but my son will never love another man the way you evidentially love him. It just isn't going to happen." Jim said, inching closer to me. "Dirty fag." He added. Before I could stop myself my knuckles were already bleeding and Jim was lying on his back, cupping his bleeding nose. "Leave Paul and Mike the fuck alone. If you want to bother me, I don't mind givin' an old man a busted nose." I said as I spat on the ground beside him and walked away, checking out my knuckles. They were bleeding quite profusely now, must've gotten his teeth. I felt a sharp pain in my left lower back, shooting up my spine and down my legs. I turned around to see Jim, standing with a small, sharp pocket knife dripping with blood. "Ye just bloody stabbed me?!" I grabbed at my back, trying to find the wound. My hands were shaking. I knew it wasn't enough to kill me, but it was enough to make me want to kill him. As I lunged at him, he spun around and bolted as fast as the old geezer could. There was no chasing him, I could feel blood trickling down my back. I couldn't go to Mimi like this, she would have a heart attack. I limped my way to Paul's house, hoping to God that nobody saw me and that he wasn't home yet, nor his Aunt. I burst through the door, not taking off my wet boots and limped up to the bathroom. I striped off my shirt and tried to twist my body to see the wound in the mirror. "You've had worse, Lennon." I muttered to myself. I ran the bath and waited for it to fill, feeling light headed. I stared at the water, holding my shirt against the bleeding hole. Once it was full, I striped down and climbed into the bath. Fuck did it ever sting. I lied down carefully, watching the water turn deep red. My eyes faded slowly shut.

#mclennon #mclennon fanfiction #this boy

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