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fanimesenseiwrites · 3 years

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Kidnapped to Hell (pt. 15)

So I wanna put a content/trigger warning here but I'm not sure if any actually apply. There's an attempt at violence I guess? Just know that this chapter is pretty tense.

Hoshiko just laid in bed for a few hours, trying to somehow rest without actually going to sleep.

It wasn't until they heard the sound of someone playing the piano that they had any desire to even get up.

Hoshiko knew it was Lucifer playing, and though they had no real desire to see him, they were very interested in the music.

Hoshiko rolled out of bed, slipped on their sheep slippers and headed upstairs to the music room.

Lucifer was indeed the one playing. His sleeves were rolled up and his gloves were off as his fingers danced across the keys, performing a soft and sweet melody.

Hoshiko shuffled in quietly and sat down on the floor near the piano to listen to Lucifer play.

Lucifer glanced at Hoshiko briefly and smirked softly as he played.

Hoshiko barely acknowledged him as they pulled their knees to their chest and rest their chin on their knees.

Lucifer continued to play the piano until his brothers returned home from school.

Mammon and Belphegor were the first to find Hoshiko and Lucifer in the music room.

Hoshiko looked at them and made grabby hands towards Mammon.

Mammon grinned wide upon seeing Hoshiko, then walked over and sat next to them.

Hoshiko didn't speak as they made him spread his legs then moved to sit between them.

Mammon chuckled then wrapped his arms around Hoshiko and rest his chin on top of their head.

Hoshiko relaxed into his body, feeling particularly safe in his arms.

Belphegor sat next to them to listen to Lucifer play as well.

Hoshiko reached over and grabbed Belphie's hand.

Belphie leaned closer to Mammon and laced his and Hoshiko's fingers together.

Lucifer looked at the three of them once he finished the piece he was playing.

Hoshiko and Belphie had both fallen asleep against Mammon.

"Do not move," Lucifer hissed at Mammon.

Mammon was suddenly scared. "Why?"

"Be quiet," Lucifer whispered. "Hoshiko is asleep."

"Oh..." Mammon looked down at Hoshiko.

Hoshiko whined and snuggled into Mammon.

Mammon squeezed them gently. "Don't worry Hoshiko," he murmured as though they could hear him. "You're safe."

Lucifer started to play the piano again, choosing another soft and soothing melody, hoping the music would keep Hoshiko asleep.

Asmo peeked in there when he heard the music start up again.

"Aww!" He cooed as Hoshiko, Belphie, and Mammon caught his eye. "How cute! I gotta get a picture!" He walked over to the trio with his DDD in hand.

"Asmo, don't..." Mammon tried to warn him.

"Don't what?" He asked as he took the picture.

"Huh?" Hoshiko groaned as they woke up.

Lucifer slammed his fingers down on the keys out of frustration, causing a discordant and cacophonous noise to come from the piano. "Asmodeus!"

"Oh no..." he quickly ran from the room.

Lucifer quickly followed after him.

Mammon couldn't help but chuckle as he watched them. "It's nice to not be the one being chased for once."

"Do they have to be so loud about it though?" Belphie whined as he sat up.

Hoshiko sighed and sat up as well.

"Hoshiko?" Mammon asked.

"I better go save Asmo..." Hoshiko declared as they stood up and stretched.

"Why? He woke you up," Mammon asked.

"He didn't really, I was already having nightmares." Hoshiko left without another word.

They followed the sound of Asmo's whines and screams in order to find him and Lucifer.

Lucifer was already in the process of stringing Asmo up.

Hoshiko sighed and crossed their arms. "Lucifer, put him down."

Lucifer glanced at Hoshiko. "Absolutely not."

"C'mon, Asmo didn't actually wake me, and you know that."

"I don't know that, and I don't know that you're not just covering for him either," Lucifer accused as he continued pulling the rope to pull Asmo higher.

Hoshiko glared at him, insulted by the accusation. "Don't make me make you."

Lucifer held fast to the rope and looked at Hoshiko, matching their glare. "You wouldn't dare."

Hoshiko raised their eyebrow at the challenge. "Lucifer, let Asmo down slowly," they commanded, using their pact to do so.

Lucifer grimaced as his muscles seized up and then moved without his say so.

Hoshiko watched carefully as Lucifer lowered Asmo back down to the ground.

"And untie him," Hoshiko added once Asmo's feet were on the ground.

Lucifer did as he was told, then glared at Hoshiko when he was done.

Hoshiko noticed his glare, but was unaffected by his attempt to intimidate them. "That'll be all," Hoshiko told Lucifer, releasing him from the hold of the pact.

Lucifer rolled his shoulders, testing the mobility of his own body.

Asmo jogged over to Hoshiko and grabbed their hand. "Thanks, but you might wanna hide somewhere for a little while."

"I'll be fine," Hoshiko insisted as they kept their eyes on Lucifer.

Lucifer walked over to Hoshiko, purposefully standing straight and tall above them in an attempt to intimidate them. "You would be wise to check your hubris before it becomes your downfall," Lucifer snarled.

Hoshiko drew their upper lip back to mimic the snarl still drawn across Lucifer's face, their own attempt at intimidation. "I don't think the Avatar of Pride has any room to talk about hubris."

Lucifer growled and unveiled his demon form, his wings spreading out in an intimidating flourish.

Asmo tried to forcefully pull Hoshiko away, but it was as if their feet were cemented to the ground. He instead let go of Hoshiko's hand and ran from the room to find the rest of his brothers.

Mammon and Belphegor were already on their way after having felt Lucifer's demonic aura flare up.

"Hey what happened?" Mammon asked Asmo.

"Uh, I think Hoshiko and Lucifer are about to kill each other," Asmo responded, panicking.

"What?" Mammon asked, trying to fathom Hoshiko being aggressive enough to kill and Lucifer actually wanting to harm Hoshiko at this point in their relationship.

"Don't just stand there! You're the only one who can calm them both down, come on!" Asmo exclaimed.

"I am?" Mammon asked, shocked and confused by Asmo's statement.

"Yes!" Asmo insisted, trying to coax him along.

"Oh... okay!"

Asmo quickly led Mammon back to the room he had just come from.

Lucifer was looming over Hoshiko, but Hoshiko wasn't intimidated and was still standing their ground.

Mammon stood off to the side momentarily, just taking in the scene.

"... You're only about posturing, you're not gonna do shit!" Hoshiko antagonised. "You act all big and bad but I know it's all for show."

Lucifer growled and bared his fangs to Hoshiko as warning as he leaned closer to them.

Hoshiko rolled their eyes. "Growl all you want, maybe I'll actually be scared when you actually do something!" They shoved against his chest and actually moved him back a couple steps.

Lucifer's eyes flashed red and he lunged towards Hoshiko.

In an instant, Mammon changed to his own demon form and swooped in to grab Hoshiko and pull them out of the way of Lucifer's wrath.

Hoshiko yelped at their sudden manhandling. "Mammon!"

"Trust me on this, I just saved your life," Mammon explained, his voice devoid of his usual gloating tone.

"Maybe that's not what I wanted," Hoshiko murmured.

"Wait, what?" Mammon looked down at Hoshiko.

Lucifer whipped around to look at the pair. "Mammon, get out of my way," Lucifer snarled as he stalked over to them.

Mammon quickly stood between Hoshiko and his older brother. "I don't think so."

Hoshiko pushed Mammon's wing down out of their face so they could see Lucifer. "You just love tellin' everyone what ta do!" Hoshiko taunted Lucifer.

"Hoshiko!" Mammon hissed. "Lucifer, you don't really wanna hurt Hoshiko," he spoke soothingly, hoping to get through to him.

Lucifer glared at the two of them and clenched his fists.

"Prideful motherfucker won't even agree with you out loud..." Hoshiko murmured.

"Hoshiko, shut up," Mammon practically begged.

Lucifer growled. "You must have a death wish, Hoshiko."

"Oh my god, please kill me. Put me out of my misery!"

Mammon frowned and turned back to look at Hoshiko. "Hoshiko..."

Lucifer was stunned silent for a moment. "... Are you truly miserable here with us?"

Hoshiko's eyes widened in both anger and disbelief. "You stupid, dense, prideful motherfucker!" Hoshiko yelled at Lucifer as they approached him.

Lucifer's posture quickly changed to show that he was on the defensive.

"Not everything is about you!" Hoshiko yelled. "I am in misery because the trauma I've endured keeps playing on repeat in my head! I am literally terrorized by my own thoughts every time I close my eyes! At this point, I would rather be dead!"

"And where do you think you'd end up, Hoshiko?" Lucifer asked arrogantly. "You who has seven pacts with seven demons."

"Lucifer!" Mammon hissed at the eldest brother's implication.

Lucifer only glanced at Mammon briefly.

Tears started streaming down Hoshiko's face. "You're so cruel!" They cried as they beat their hands against Lucifer's chest. "How did you get to be so heartless?"

Lucifer grabbed Hoshiko's wrists in order to stop them from continuing to hit him. "How could I possibly be so heartless when I have done so much for you?!" Lucifer was actually upset by that accusation.

"Because you didn't take my feelings into account when trying to do them!" Hoshiko tried to pull their arms out of Lucifer's grip.

"Keeping you safe can't always coincide with your feelings!" He accosted as he kept holding onto their wrists.

"If you wanted to keep me safe you would've just saved me in the first place!" Hoshiko yelled at him as they looked dead into his eyes.

Both Mammon and Lucifer were taken aback by their words.

Lucifer loosened his grip on Hoshiko's wrists but didn't fully let go.

"You have no idea how much it hurt to have Solomon tell me that you got my message but you just thought you had a nightmare. And then I saw your dumb text later and I knew it was your pride that had kept you from taking action and it infuriated me!"

Lucifer's wings drooped as the reality of his actions set in. He let go of Hoshiko's wrists and lowered his arms to his sides.

Hoshiko watched him carefully.

Mammon studied both of their body language and stepped back when he determined that neither of them wanted to hurt each other anymore.

Hoshiko took a deep breath before continuing. "... I called out to you because I thought I could count on you to find me," their voice started to crack. "I thought you would be smart enough to figure out what happened, or at least not stop until you were sure everything was okay..." Hoshiko collapsed into a sitting position and started to cry again.

Lucifer knelt down right in front of Hoshiko. "Hoshiko..." Lucifer started to speak softly.

Hoshiko looked at him, tears streaming down their face.

Lucifer frowned. "I know it won't fix anything, but I want you to know that I regret every single moment of my hesitation to come find you."

Hoshiko sniffed and moved their hair out of their face.

Lucifer gently wiped Hoshiko's tears away. "You were right, I let my pride get in the way of taking action and now you're suffering the consequences, and I will never forgive myself for that."

Hoshiko sighed. "You know that's not what I want..."

"Then, what do you want?"

"Just apologize, and do better in the future."

Lucifer held Hoshiko's face in his hands. "I truly am sorry that I let my pride and second guessing get in the way of keeping you safe. I will not let this happen again."

Hoshiko nodded. "Thank you, I forgive you." They moved to hug Lucifer.

Lucifer hugged back and wrapped his wings around Hoshiko.

"Wing hugs are so special," Hoshiko cooed.

Lucifer smiled slightly and just held onto Hoshiko, relishing in the first bit of affection the human had shown them since returning to the Devildom.

Hoshiko pulled away from the hug first, but Lucifer was quick to follow suit.

Hoshiko stood up with Lucifer and looked around. "Oh..."

"Hm?" Lucifer looked as well.

The rest of the brothers had, at some point, arrived to investigate the commotion and so had Lord Diavolo.

Lucifer grimaced at the realization that everyone had just seen most, if not all of that interaction. He changed back to his human form and looked at Hoshiko. "If you'll excuse me," he sort of asked before walking over to Diavolo.

"That was... intense," Diavolo commented.

Lucifer sighed. "Yes, I know... May I speak to you in private?"

Diavolo nodded. "Yes, we should talk."

Lucifer took Diavolo to his study and closed the door.

"Is everything okay?" Diavolo asked sincerely.

"It will be," Lucifer assured him. "I was thinking earlier about why my memory wipe of Hoshiko didn't work..."

"I was actually on my way over here to talk to you about that when Belphegor texted me that I needed come here immediately to save Hoshiko from you."

Lucifer sighed. "I know, I acted shamefully."

"I certainly didn't think I would have to protect Hoshiko from you at this point..." Diavolo indirectly agreed.

Lucifer nodded and ran a hand through his hair.

"But I didn't have to do that, so as long as Hoshiko isn't upset with you I suppose every thing is alright."

Lucifer looked at Diavolo and nodded.

"Anyway, I asked Solomon for his opinion on why your spell didn't help Hoshiko."

Lucifer was immediately interested. "And what did he say?"

"He wasn't sure, this is a unique case after all, but he said his best guess was that you are a demon."

Lucifer raised an eyebrow. "Pardon?"

"It's possible that you, or any other demon, are not able to pull that particular memory of the eight circles from Hoshiko's mind because the nature of your power is demonic, and the effect of the eight circles is demonic."

"That still doesn't make any sense," Lucifer argued. "Magic is magic, and a memory is just a memory... right?"

Diavolo sighed. "But its not just a memory to Hoshiko. It's not just that they saw something and can't help but to remember it. The eight circles is meant to torture a person's soul, and Hoshiko is no exception."

Lucifer nodded, finally understanding. "It's not Hoshiko's mind that is branded, it's their soul."

Diavolo nodded reverently. "I'm afraid so. And I don't believe there's anything we can do to help them."

Lucifer frowned and thought about it for a moment. "... maybe we can't, but we know someone who can."

Diavolo looked at Lucifer, realizing exactly who he meant. "I didn't think you would suggest that."

"I didn't either... but if it will help Hoshiko, so be it."

Diavolo smiled slightly and nodded. "I agree."

Lucifer pulled out his DDD. "I'll make the call."

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18

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rosesisupposes · 5 years

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62, Remile

62. “If you can’t sleep…we could have sex?”

Did you know I’ve never actually written a bed-sharing scene? It’s clearly time and past. Thus, a bit longer than intended 😅

Word count: 1,462

Prompt List [Requests Closed]

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Emile tapped their fingers happily on the wheel, singing at the top of their lungs to the music blasting from his car’s speakers.

“I know a place that’s always exciting, the shows and the sights and the lights that are blinding: Empire City! I’m talking Empire City!”

“It’s the Empire State, hun.”

“Shhh, let me and Greg sing,” Emile shot back with a smile.

Remy rolled his eyes fondly. “You know you won’t get to sing along with Ro, right?”

Emile grinned without taking their eyes off the road. “Yes, I do. Until Broadway finally starts those sing-a-longs we all really want!”

Remy leaned back, settling his sunglasses once more. “Sureee, yup, that’ll definitely catch on.”

“Roman could be the one to start them!”

“…look, I obviously believe in him and know he’s gonna kill it, but he only just got to the level of understudying with an original cast. It’ll be a couple years at least before he changes the literal face of Broadway.”

Emile bounced a little in their seat. “I know! But soon! I’m so excited, I haven’t seen him perform live since… oh gorsh, it must have been when he was still a freshman!”

“Was that when I last dragged you to a show?”

“No, that’s when you knew I would be incredibly disappointed if he was in Spongebob The Musical and you didn’t bring me,” Emile replied happily.

“Hey, what’re former roommates for,” Remy drawled.

“Lending you a car when you want to get to your baby brother’s show with barely a full day’s notice?” Emile suggested impishly.

“Yeah, that’s a perk too. Thank you again, by the way.”

“Not a problem at all! I only wish we could make it up in a single day!” Emile said. They were somewhere in North Carolina, and the sun was about to disappear completely below the horizon. Emile had had clients until noon, so they hadn’t hit the road until one.

“Eh, crashing overnight isn’t the worst thing on a road trip like this.”

“And we’ll even get to stop in the state’s capital city!”

“Really?”

“No, Raleigh!”

Remy fell dramatically against his window, groaning. “You set that up on purpose.”

“Mayybbbeee,” Emile responded, grinning hugely. “Also, I called ahead to a hotel that my cousin works at, they were able to get us a room despite the crowds this weekend. No motels for these two buds!”

“Oh bless you, babes, maybe we can even get some decent coffee in the morning,” Remy said reverently.

They’d driven in the dark an hour longer when they finally reached the hotel. Remy offered to carry both their bags (a small duffel for Emile and a lumpy backpack for Rem) as Emile went in to talk to the front desk.

When Remy caught up, Emile looked sheepish. They caught sight of Remy and waved half-heartedly.

“What’s up?”

“There was apparently a miscommunication with my cousin,” they replied. “She apparently didn’t get that we are former roommates, not current, and got us a single room.”

“Hey, that’s fine, you don’t snore, or at least you didn’t.”

Emile shook their head. “It’s a single room. With a single bed.”

Remy lifted his glasses. “You’re shitting me.”

“No, it’s just the only-”

“Shhh, Em, don’t speak,” Remy interrupted. “I’ve been waiting for this day my entire life.” He came up close to Emile and rested his head on their shoulder, before stage-whispering, “And there was only one bed!”

Emile snorted and reached around awkwardly to pat Remy’s head. “I’m not sure what you’re quoting but I’m glad you’re having fun.”

“All those cartoons, and you don’t know any memes?” Remy asked incredulously. “Anygay, yeah, it’s like a queen or king, right? We’ll be fine. It’ll be just like college.”

Emile smiled, taking their bag back from Remy’s hand. They accepted the key cards from the desk attendant and led the way to the room.

It took him three tries due to excitement, but Remy finally the got the door open, bursting through as he exclaimed, “And they were roommates!”

Emile passed him in a blur to dive onto the queen-sized bed, bouncing back with a cackle of glee. Remy dropped his bag and imitated his friend, completing his own reference with a whispered, “oh my god they were roommates.”

Emile leaned back into the pillows, eyes closed. “Rem, are these more mey-meys?”

“…babe, you’re killing me.”

“So that’s a yes? What do they mean?”

“This one’s a Vine, that’s the whole thing, it’s kinda implied something gossip-worthy happened between said roommates.”

Emile nodded sagely. “And what’s the dramatic ‘only one bed’ thing?”

“It’s this dumb trope where convoluted events lead to two characters having to share a bed, and by the end of the night, they’re cuddling or, ya know,” Remy finished, waggling his eyebrows.

His friend giggled. “Aww, Rem, you coulda just asked, you didn’t need to plan all this!”

Remy shoved them lightly. “Hun, you’re not allowed to tease me. I dish it out, I don’t take it.”

Emile messed up Remy’s styled hair. “After all the times you sexiled me, I’m allowed to make fun of you all I want. And I’m taking the first shower, too, before you use up all the hotel’s hot water.”

That night, wrapped in unfamiliar sheets and the thick shadow of night, Remy cursed silently. He hadn’t shared a bed all through the night in… well, nevermind the specifics, it had just been a while, okay? Had it always been this distracting? He was aware of Emile’s every move, every little shift on the mattress as they clearly fell asleep without a moment’s thought.

He moved carefully, shifting to his side, and immediately realized his mistake. Now he was facing Emile, and there was no way he’d be able to ignore how their breaths kept blowing that tiny piece of pink hair out of their face or how different their face looked without glasses. He sighed and slowly rolled over to lie on his other side, facing away. He tried to snuggle into his pillow, only to realize a streetlight was piercing the curtains at just the right angle to hit his eye.

He rolled fully onto his stomach and sank his face into the pillow with a defeated sigh.

“Are you still awake?” he heard from his right.

“Em? You’re ‘wake?” he mumbled back.

“‘M drifting in and out. Have you gotten to sleep at all?”

“No.”

“If you can’t sleep…we could have sex?”

Remy’s brain came to a screeching halt. “Huh?”

Emile wriggled closer, smiling. “Isn’t that what’s supposed to happen? From your memes? We’re here together, just old roommates, and there’s only the one bed…”

Their closeness and innocent-seeming smile as they talked about this was keeping Remy’s brain solidly out of commission. “Buh?”

“Oh my goodness, I made him speechless,” Emile stage-whispered. “It’s a once-in-a-lifetime event!”

That was enough for Remy to recover, somewhat. “Not your typical type of joke, Em, ‘m just surprised.”

“Who said I was joking?”

Remy looked up into Emile’s open face with wide eyes. Emile? The friend he’d made in the very first week of college? The one he’d roomed with for all four years? The one he’d crushed on so very terribly but suppressed it to maintain their friendship?

“You…? We could-? You meant it?” he stuttered out.

“I mean, I presume you still remember how it works, you had enough practice back in the day,” Emile smirked. Then their face softened. “But yes, I meant it. I’ve always meant it, Rem. Even though I knew I wasn’t fun enough for you back in undergrad.”

“But I thought I was too extra for you, too much partying and shit while you were still so sheltered?” Remy blurted out.

Emile reached out hesitantly and brushed soft fingers through Remy’s hair. “I won’t lie and say I wanted that lifestyle, but I was willing to try it out if it had been with you.”

“I… how did we both miss this, all these years?”

Emile shrugged. “We have a chance to fix it now, right?”

Remy nodded, smiling softly, and carefully looped his arm around their torso. “Despite the jokes- I don’t want to have sex with you tonight. I want to make this count.”

“Me too. How does cuddling sound?”

“Not to be a soft bitch, but that sounds wonderful.”

“Yeah right, you’ve always been a soft bitch.”

Remy blushed. “Only around you.”

Emile pulled Remy more properly into their arms and laid his head on their chest. “I’m honored, then. Let’s get some rest, yeah? Still gotta get to NYC to watch Ro kill it tomorrow.”

“Sounds good, hun. And Emile?”

“Yeah?”

“We were roommates.”

Emile grinned hugely and responded, “Oh my god, we were roommates.”

#remile #prompt fill #bed sharing #only one bed #and they were roommates #Roses Writes Fanfic #centrumlumina #My Luluvely Wife #my smol sass son #dr. emile picani #ts remy #ts emile #brotherly creativisleep

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ladyfogg · 5 years

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Cold is the Night - 1/20

Fic Summary: You and Pat have known each other for years but this summer, everything will change. As the two of you start to grow close, your matching tempers threaten the foundation of your rocky friendship and prevent both of you from realizing your true feelings. Cold is the Night Masterpost.

A/N: I was going to wait to post this next week but ended up finishing it early. So, enjoy! Hope you guys like it!

Fic Song: Cold is the Night by The Oh Hellos

Pairing: Pat Murray/Female Reader

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Language, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Multiple Chapters

Gif by @joe-mazzello

It was the hottest day of the summer and Pat Murray thought he might melt. Literally, melt.

The D-Backs weren’t even supposed to be on the field but Ty had insisted they needed the practice. No amount of whining or convincing could change his mind, not even from Maz.

Pat stood just outside the dugout in the bright sun, sweat dripping down his face, his uniform stuck to him unpleasantly.

“Come on, Murray, hurry up and hit something so we can get out of here!”

“Shut the fuck up, Palacco!” Pat snapped. He was the last to practice and had been at the plate for far too many swings. The rage and anxiety had long since taken over, made ten times worse by the heat. He had stepped away for a moment, hoping that would help. But it hadn’t.

He took a deep breath but the air was so thick it did nothing to help. He stepped back up to the plate, took a few practice swings, raised his bat…and missed again.

“That’s okay, that’s okay,” Ty assured him as Pat let out a string of swears. “Try again.”

“Ty, dude, why can’t the rest of us go?” Zapata asked. “We’ll die of heat if we have to wait for Murray.”

“Fuck you, Zapata!”

“Hey! No one’s going anywhere!” Ty snapped. “We start practice together and we end it together. Now shut it!” He gestured to Dells who looked just as exhausted as Pat felt.

Dells sighed and wound up another pitch. Pat’s hands were so sweaty, the bat was sliding against his palms. He gripped it as tight as he could, readied his body for the throw…

“Vinnie, what the fuck? You said you’d be done an hour ago!”

At the sound of your voice, Pat swung wide, missing Dells pitch by a long shot. The bat flew out of his sweaty hands and soared through the air, hurtling straight toward you. “FUCK!”

You saw the bat just in time to jump out of the way. “Shit!”

“Ey, Murray, be careful! You almost hit my baby sister!” Vinnie exclaimed dramatically. He pulled you against his gross chest protectively. “You poor baby! Did the mean ginger hurt you?!”

“Vinnie, g'off!” You struggle against your older brother, punching him in the rib to get him to let go. “I’m not even that much younger than you!“

Pat was furious with himself and unloaded his rage into a colorful array of swears. “Fucking fuck shit balls, fuck! Fucking idiot!”

“Alright, we’re done,” Maz declared, getting off the bench and swinging his bag over his shoulder.

“We’re not leaving yet!” Ty exclaimed.

Maz fixated him with a stern look. “Ty, we’re done,” he repeated. “It’s too hot, Murray is losing his shit, and we’re all going to get heatstroke if we don’t get inside soon.”

Ty could never argue with Maz. With a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumped in defeat as he nodded. “Yeah alright. Garvey, Dells, bring it in. Everyone’s dismissed.”

An eruption of cheers interrupted Pat’s continued tirade. Still fuming, he headed for the shade of the dugout, throwing his helmet against the chain-link fence.

“Aww, don’t worry, little buddy! Someday you’ll hit the ball!” Vinnie cooed.

Pat felt bad enough as it was but to hear Vinnie tease him in front of you made the whole situation unbearable for reasons he couldn’t quite understand.

You elbowed your brother. “Stop being an ass. Come on, let’s go. I’m tired of waiting for you.”

“Ooo, yeah, about that…” Vinnie gave you a sweet smile. “I forgot to text you. I’m going with Ty to meet up with Nellie. Sorrrryyy!”

Pat’s own rage settled as he watched yours build. You rounded on Vinnie, eyes flaring.

“Are you fucking kidding me?! I waited for no goddamn reason?!”

“Aww, don’t be upset!” Vinnie reached out to squish your cheeks, something he knew you absolutely hated. “Now give your big bro a biiiig smile!”

Without warning, you pounced on him, knocking him into the dirt. Vinnie tried to fight you off as the two of you wrestled in the dirt, a common occurrence to everyone who knew you.

Pat gathered his things while the other guys laughed He just wanted to go home and forget about his miserable performance. He slipped away before anyone could notice.

He loved baseball with every fiber of his being and yet he couldn’t hit the ball even if his fucking life depended on it. There was nothing else he’d rather do. He just wished he had half as much talent as some of the other guys.

He didn’t usually drive to the field since his house was so close. But he would have if he had bothered to check the weather before he left. A thought that had suddenly occurred to him as he reached the parking lot.

“Great. Just fucking great."

He was beyond exhausted and now had to walk home. He didn’t want to text his dad to come and get him, seeing as he was a fucking adult. Which left the one option. In theory, he could ask one of the guys but he couldn’t bear the thought of being alone with them, knowing they’d tease him, or worse, try to give him advice.

Pat was just contemplating if he could make it without passing out when a voice sounded behind him.

"Hey, Pat. Need a ride?”

He turned around to find you standing behind him. Your jean shorts and tank top were caked with dirt and sand, both of which were smeared across your face and in your hair.

Pat swallowed thickly, trying to ignore the hammering of his heart. “Nah, I’m fine. I’ll walk.”

“The hell you will! It’s hot as balls!” you said, pushing past him. “Come on, my car is right over here.”

A million protests came to mind, only a few having to do with the heat. He could only imagine the comments from the guys if they saw him and you getting into a car together. Vinnie would definitely have a few words.

But with a cloudless sky and temperatures pushing mid-90s, he couldn’t bring himself to refuse. “You sure?"

"Yeah. Since my shitty brother made me come over here, I might as well give someone a lift."

Pat looked up at the sun and then back to your retreating frame. "Thanks,” he muttered, falling into step with you.

Your car was already running and when Pat climbed in, he was met with a blast of cold air. “Shit that’s nice.”

You laughed as you climbed into the driver’s seat. “Right? Okay. Where to?”

Pat gave you his address and sat back as you pulled out of the parking space. He scanned the direction of the field, praying no one had seen the two of you together. The guys were just cresting the hill, Maz in the lead. They seemed too preoccupied talking to each other to notice him in your car.

As you drove in silence, Pat realized it was the first time the two of you had ever been alone. You had known of each other for a long time, had met on several occasions, but that was the extent of your relationship. He realized he knew very little about you.

Stealing a glance, he studied your profile, eyes taking in the features he had admired from afar. Maybe not admired, but definitely noticed. You focused on the road, singing along with whatever song was on the radio. He didn’t recognize it.

“Tough practice?” you asked.

Pat scowled and remained silent, his anger at himself flaring back up and forcing him to look away.

“That bad huh?” You drummed your hands on the steering wheel as you pulled up to a red light. “I forgive you then. You know, for almost killing me with a bat.”

“Oh shit! I’m sorry!” Pat exclaimed. He had completely forgotten about that and now he felt a thousand times worse. “God, I’m such a fucking idiot!”

“Relax, I was teasing,” you said, stepping on the gas. “It was my fault for standing outside the dugout. I’ve been around you assholes long enough to know shit goes flying.”

“I didn’t do it on purpose. It’s so goddamn hot, the bat slipped.”

“Isn’t that why you’re supposed to wear gloves?”

“I forgot them.”

“Probably don’t do that next time.”

“Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.”

Tension filled the tiny space between you two as Pat sat stewing in his own anger. Sometimes it felt like he couldn’t do anything right.

“You’re brooding.”

Pat glared at you. “I’m pissed off. I’m allowed to brood.”

“Well don’t, you’ll get wrinkles.”

“Don’t you start with me too. I’ve had a shitty day.”

“Well, let’s talk about it. You’ll feel better if you let it out.”

Pat looked at you in surprise. His angry outbursts were well known to anyone who had seen him play. Most of the time he was told to calm down, not keep going.

“Fucking fuck!” he exclaimed, yanking his hat off and throwing it against the dashboard. “I’m such a fucking loser! God, no matter what I do I can’t ever get a fucking hit! Most of the time I can’t even get close!”

“Hey you got close to hitting me, that’s something!”

Pat glared at you and you gave him the same shit-eating grin your brother was famous for. “It’s not the fucking same. If almost hitting people with bats counted I’d have been drafted years ago.”

You laughed. “In all honesty though, I know you can do it.”

“How? You barely know me.”

“I’ve been to plenty of games over the years, I’ve seen you play more times than I can count. You hit when you’re not psyching yourself up. You just have to stop overthinking it.”

There it was, exactly what he didn’t want to deal with. Unsolicited advice. “Thanks for telling me the same thing I’ve heard over a thousand times before. Really helps.”

“Fuck you, I was just trying to make you feel better.”

“Well, it didn’t work.”

The rest of the drive was done in silence. When you pulled into Pat’s driveway he sighed with relief. All he could do was think about taking a long shower and passing out for a few hours.

“Thanks for the ride,” he muttered, grabbing his bag.

“Yeah, sure.”

As he opened the car door and climbed out, the heat blasted him in the face, making him grimace. The stark change reminded him how lucky he was he didn’t have to walk home.

She really didn’t have to drive me and then I go snapping at her. Well fucking done, Murray.

Pat paused on his way to the front door before he turned around to go apologize. But you had already driven away. Cursing under his breath, he headed into the house.

#pat murray #pat murray x you #pat murray x reader #joe mazzello #undrafted

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Contemptible Me Chapter 1: Virgil

Triggers: Descriptions of fighting, blood and a wound. Also minor swearing.

Characters: Virgil (Sanders), Roman (Prince), Logan (Berry), Patton (Hart), minor background OCs

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Virgil Sanders groaned and buried his head in the pile of books on his desk.

“You good, Brendon Urie?” Roman Prince, Virgil’s roommate asked, looking up from his sketchbook.

“No,” Virgil groaned again.

“What's the problem?”

“School starts tomorrow.” He groaned for the third time.

“Isn't it just wonderful?” Roman beamed. “I can't wait for the performances.”

“Shut up, Canigula.”

“...Who?”

Virgil lifted his head. “You know all those musicals-” he gestured to Roman’s half of the room, covered in musical posters “-but you don't know Be More Chill?”

“Is that a Broadway show?”

Virgil laughed slightly. “No.”

Roman grabbed his phone and typed something. His eyes scanned whatever he had searched up.

“It says that Be More Chill is a book,” he reported.

“They turned it into a musical,” Virgil said. “Search it up with musical.”

Roman did so. “Oh.”

Virgil’s phone buzzed with a text. He glanced over and saw a glimpse of ‘Blocked Number’ in the notifications spot. He grimaced and ignored it.

Roman was pulling out headphones and not paying attention to what Virgil was doing, so he grabbed his phone and checked the text.

Axicunum. 11pm. XXXX XX St.

Virgil glared at the text.

“You okay there, Virge?”

Virgil looked up to see Roman looking concerned, one headphone in and the other dangling and blaring More Than Survive.

“Yeah, just a friend being stupid,” Virgil lied.

“I am loving this musical,” Roman said. “It comes off a bit crude, but the music is wonderful.”

Virgil put the text out of his mind and grinned at his friend. “Just wait until you get to I Love Play Rehearsal.”

Roman gasped. “That's my song!”

“You haven't even heard it yet!”

“Shut up, Pete Wentz.”

“What's with all the compliments lately?”

There was a knock on the door, and then the person who knocked opened the door and walked in.

“Heya, kiddos!” Patton grinned.

“You’re not even a year older than me,” Virgil deadpanned.

“Pssh,” Patton bounded over to him and hugged him from behind. “ But you’re so cute!~”

“Shut up,” Virgil grumbled. “I am not cute.”

Logan pulled Patton off. “Patton, don’t smother him. That can’t be good for his health,”

Patton giggled. “Sorry. Are you guys ready for school?”

Virgil groaned yet again and banged his head on the desk yet again. Then he rubbed his head. He hadn’t meant to hit it that hard.

“Careful there, Panic At The Everywhere,” Roman said. “Don’t want anymore brain trauma,”

“Any more?” Virgil asked. “When…”

“Well obviously you were dropped as a child by your parents. I mean, look how you turned out.” Roman grinned, obviously pleased with the joke.

Virgil felt his throat close up a bit. He tried to laugh it off, but it was weak.

“Are you sure you’re okay, kiddo?” Patton asked. “You don’t sound okay.”

Virgil had to smile at that. “No, I’m not okay.” He paused for effect. “I promise.”

Roman groaned, Logan shook his head, and Patton grinned.

“No, but seriously, I’m fine,” Virgil reassured them.

Roman started off on a rant about something or other, and Virgil zoned him out. His mind was on the text. Did they have to text right at that moment? It’s like they knew how he was feeling and just had to make it worse. Because they hadn’t messed everything up already.

“-gil. Virgil!”

“Huh?” He looked up, startled.

“Hey, I asked if you had any plans tonight,” Patton was looking concerned again.

“Oh, yeah, I have a shift at my job,” Virgil lied. It was becoming a habit.

“Aww, too bad. We could’ve watched a movie before the term started,” Patton pouted. “Not in my room, James is going to be there.”

James was Patton’s roommate, and he was literally the worst roommate ever. He hid illegal alcohol in their room, most likely did drugs, and, worst of all, thought Roman and Virgil were dating and was very homophobic about it.

“You guys could still do that,” Virgil said. “Just don’t watch the Black Cauldron without me,”

“Don't worry, Edgy On Purpose, we’ll only watch soft and fluffy ones, finally without your comments,” Roman said.

Virgil pushed aside the tiny pang of guilt that gave him, and he realized that Roman was joking.

“Just don't get too bored without me,” he grinned.

“We’ll do it here, then,” Roman announced. “We’ll save the Black Cauldron for our Annual Movie Night at the End of the First Week of School.”

“Yeah, great. Can’t wait to get another bowl of popcorn dumped on my head.” Virgil deadpanned.

“One time!” Roman exclaimed. “And I said I was sorry!”

“Doesn’t change the fact that I had popcorn in my ears,” Virgil grinned.

“Hey, why don’t we watch something right now?” Patton suggested. “You’ve got a little bit before your shift, right? So we could watch something right now!”

Logan adjusted his glasses. “That would be adequate, as I was hoping to spend some times with all of you before classes took up all our time.”

Roman shrugged. “Yeah, sure. What do you say, Virge?”

Virgil smirked. “I think...I’m picking!” He lunged for the movie bucket next to the tv and Roman, after screeching in surprise, was right behind him. Virgil reached it first and pulled out a movie.

“That seems fair,” Patton said, giggling at their antics. “What did ya pick, kiddo?”

“Again, not even a year older.” Virgil held up his choice.

“Ooh, nice!” Patton grinned.

“Good choice, Virgil,” Logan complimented.

“Megamind?” Roman whined. “That’s not even Disney.”

“No one said it had to be Disney, Forever 21,”

The streets were dark and grimy and Virgil grimaced at it. Seriously, was it so hard to throw away your wrappers? He saw one right next to a garbage can, for heaven's sake.

Gods did he hate this. The waiting.

He glanced around, paranoid that those dang heroes would come and kick him in the back when he was distracted. He couldn't fail this. If he did, who knew what could happen to...

What was that? Was that movement, or was his mind playing tricks on him? That would be just his luck. He heard Spider-Man, or Peter Parker had bad luck since there were all those people dying in his life. He called it Parker Luck. It was an ironic poke at his bad luck, and that was such a mood right now. Maybe he had Sanders Luck. That would explain a lot.

The thing moved again and Virgil realized it was just a cat.

Anxiety sucks.

Virgil's stomach was twisted and he felt a bit nauseous. Sadly, this feeling was beginning to be familiar.

The truck across the street started to move and Virgil started his work. His dirty, disgusting work.

He wove an illusion around himself and started across the street as the truck lurched forwards. He hardened and pointed a shadow and it punctured the front wheel of the truck. He pulled it back so a larger hole was ripped and the wheel deflated, bringing the truck down.

The back doors were thrown open and two men with guns got out to investigate. They passed him and Virgil expanded the illusion around him and pulled open the door to the truck. To anyone inside or outside, the door would look closed.

Inside there was another person and, even though Virgil had his illusion and the man would not be able to hear him, he was as quiet as he could be. Just because he had superpowers didn't mean he wasn't still anxious about literally everything.

Virgil's mission looked simple on paper: Use illusions and shadows to break into a government vehicle transporting Axicunum and then escape with no confrontation, hopefully, and leave the stolen government materials at the usual drop spot.

But of course everything had to go wrong.

It was because of that stupid guard.

Not the one inside, no. He didn't move. But one of the ones that went outside came in and blocked the exit. His gun was pulled out, and Virgil really didn't want to get shot, or for anyone to get hurt.

Dang it.

"We got a flat tire," the guard said in a surprisingly high pitched voice for his burly body. "Don't know why yet. Stay on guard, you know that Anxiety person's been doing stuff like this."

The guard that had stayed inside stood up and Virgil saw the kid looked younger than him.

Double dang it.

"Should we check the 119, Robert?" The kid asked.

Triple dang it.

"Yeah," Robert said. "I'll stay here so if he's still here-" he raised his voice "-we're onto him."

This situation officially called for a dammit.

Virgil saw no way out of it. He released the illusions around him and crossed his arms as best he could with the case of Axicunum in it.

"Alright, you got me," he said.

The young guard let out a little shriek of surprise and fumbled for their gun. Virgil groaned internally.

"Hey, no need for that," he said sharply, falling comfortably into the bad guy role. "Don't sweat it. I'll just take this case and be on my way, and we'll call it even, huh?"

Robert aimed the gun at Virgil. "Snowball's chance in hell, buddy. Put your hands up."

Instead, Virgil thrust his wrists out. "Here, just cuff me and get it over with."

Poor trusting Robert stepped forward, lowering the gun slightly while he pulled out the handcuffs. He grabbed Virgil's wrist and snapped it on one.

Virgil smirked. "Wow, didn't know you were into that," and then punched Robert in the face.

The man fell back clutching a bloody lip and Virgil quickly switched places with him so he was closest to the exit.

He glanced at the kid again. "You should consider going into a different line of work." Then he wrapped the illusions around him again and walked away.

The other guard that had left before was coming back to investigate what was shaking the van. Virgil slipped past him and ducked back into the alley. He looked back to see the young guard jump out of the van and scan the surrounding area, passing over the alley.

Virgil turned to the fire escape next to him and jumped onto it, climbing to the roof.

There he sat cross legged in the middle and commanded a shadow to break the cuff still attached to him.

He reflected on the fight and cursed himself. He hadn't needed to make that stupid joke, he could have just disappeared and been done with it. But Anxiety didn't care. Anxiety wanted to make it sting.

Virgil wasn't sure if it was a good sign that he was referring to Anxiety as if it was a separate part of him.

He sat for a few more minutes, not ready to get to the drop point. But his relaxation was interrupted when behind him a voice said "Drop it, Villain!"

Fifth dang it of the night.

He groaned and didn't turn. "Really not in the mood, Princey."

"That's the Fearless Prince to you," Princey snapped.

"Sure thing, Prince Naveen," Virgil turned to face the hero, who was glaring at him, obviously offended. Virgil stood as the Fearless Prince started to talk.

"Okay, first of all I am hurt. Naveen barely does anything and all he cares about is his money. I realize that was your point, but whatever. Also, what's with this stealing stuff? Why do you need...whatever that is."

"I don't need it," Virgil said, before he caught himself. No, he couldn't let anything slip.

"Then why do you take it, Charlie Frown?" The Prince crossed his arms and shot him what was probably supposed to be a terrifying glare, but looked more like one of those kittens that try to act tough when they're really not.

Virgil changed the subject. "Hey, where's Honor? Doesn't he usually tag along with you?"

"Honor doesn't like fighting, and his powers are more suited for off the battle field. Me, however..." The Prince drew his sword and pointed it sat Virgil. "I must protect my kingdom and all that reside in it. And you, Villain, are a threat."

"Yeah, great speech," Virgil faked nonchalance, that bad guy persona slipping back on. "Practice it in front of the mirror much?"

The Prince made an offended noise, that Virgil had taken to calling an 'offended Princey noise'. "No," he scoffed.

Virgil formed a sword from shadows and it fell in his hand perfectly balanced. "All right," he huffed. "Let's get this over with."

Virgil was never the one to make the first move when they dueled. And this time was no exception, as Princey lunged for him, Virgil sidestepping easily.

"C'mon, Princey, you can do better than that!" He called. Hopefully Princey would get angry which would cause him to make a mistake faster, which would get Virgil home faster. Hopefully Roman wouldn't be too insufferable when he got back, because he felt like sleeping for ten million years.

"Shut up, Hot Topic," Princey growled, and yep, he was getting angry, Virgil could see it in the tension on his face.

He smirked. "Aww, you think I'm hot."

Princey lunged again and this time Virgil blocked with his blade. Sparks flew.

"Give up, Anxiety," Princey said, swinging his sword again, Virgil ducking under it.

"And give in to you?" Virgil grinned. "Never."

The fight continued with no more talking, just lunging and blocking, parrying and stabbing. There was no contact other than the clang of the blades against each other.

Until Virgil stumbled and Princey's sword caught his arm, cutting him. He grit his teeth and stumbled away. He reached up to the cut and his fingers came away bloody.

Goddammit.

Luckily the cut was on his upper arm so his friends wouldn't see it. And it wasn't deep enough that he would bleed out, so as long as he bandaged it and avoided infections, he should heal up in a few days.

He couldn't risk any more injuries, so this is where he should take his leave. He dispersed the sword, unable to use it anyways with his arm, and took a step back.

"Sorry, Princey, but I've got somewhere to be," he announced.

"If you think I'm going to let you-"

"Oh no of course not." Virgil raised his hands and a few shadows curled around Princey's limbs, holding him there. "That'll let you go once I'm far enough away. Sorry about all this."

Then he jumped to the next roof, leaving the hero behind.

The case swung at his side as he ran, and he tried to ignore both it and the burning pain in his arm. Hopefully he still had a few dollars in his pocket, because he wouldn't be able to sneak by Roman and care for this. He'd have to do it on a rooftop or something.

The drop point was an abandoned warehouse on the edge of town, and if that wasn't cliche enough, the man who met him, the same man every time, was British and looked like Alfred from Batman.

As usual, when Virgil saw him he asked questions. The same ones every time. Who knows, maybe one day they'd actually answer.

"Who is your boss?" He asked.

Zip.

"Why does he need Axicunum?"

Zero.

"Why are you doing this?"

Nada.

And then, as usual, after the man left, Virgil took off his mask and walked away.

#big bang submission #thomas sanders #fanfiction #superhero au #contemptible me au

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memoirs-of-a-glader · 7 years

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EXO Spending Summer Vacation With You

A/N - Shimmy Shimmy KoKoBop . . . I think i like it! Hellooooo everyone! I’m back! Here with another reaction/scenario featuring EXO who recently made their 2017 comeback with KoKoBop and Power! Hope this brings a smile to your lovely faces! (Yo I’m still shooketh from The Eve performance doe) :)

Suho

You were on a double date with Xiumin and his girlfriend when you realized your boyfriend was dragging behind in line. Looking back, you noticed Xiumin whisper into his ear urging him forward. Come to think of it, those two seemed to be talking more on your double date than you had with Suho. You pouted waiting for your boyfriend to join you. “You want to walk any slower grandpa?” you asked with sass. You saw your boyfriend smile up at you and the trio continue to walk forward when Xiumin suddenly exclaimed, “Well we both will be heading out.” “What Why? We are almost in the front.” “Oh don’t worry about us, you lovebirds have fun!” He exclaimed running out of the line hand in hand with his girlfriend. You felt an arm slithering around your waist bringing you closer to a sturdy body. A kiss on your cheek brought you out of the state of confusion you were in. “We’re next in line Y/N,” Suho stated, pulling you into the Ferris wheel Car. You sat opposite him as the operator locked the gates and pressed the keypad to push the car forward. As you nearly reached the peak you noticed Suho pulling his jacket closer to his body. You cold?” He asked. You shook your head. “Why don’t you come here and share some of that warmth?” He asked matter-of-factly. You raised your eyebrow questioning his incentive. He raised his arms feigning innocence. “I’ll behave I swear!” He exclaimed. You walked over to his side and sat on his lap while pulling him into an embrace. A few moments passed when he started speaking of the first moment he laid eyes on you to each memorable date he had with you. You looked up in shock to realize that he remembered so much of the minor details. He continued speaking, “I loved every moment of these past three years with you. Can I continue to be in your life forever?” A breath left your lips when he pulled out a case from his pocket. Opening it, he unveiled a beautiful diamond ring which twinkled in the lights. “Will you marry me Y/N?” A small smile formed on your lips. “Is this what you were talking to Xiumin about?” He chuckled softly. “Yeah I was kinda nervous about this actually . . . that I might mess it up.” You gazed into his eyes - there was a certain softness and yet, also a strong vibe emanating from them - a quality which made you fall for him in the first place. “Of course I will marry you, you dork!” you exclaimed throwing your arms around his shoulders and sealing the deal with a kiss. He brought you closer until there was hardly any gap between you two. One hand gripped your waist tightly while the other sneakily rose up your shirt. When you two finally pulled back for air he whispered against your lips, “I thought you wanted me to behave.” You smiled and closed the gap between both of your lips once more.

Xiumin

After wishing Suho luck with his proposal, you and Xiumin rushed off to one of the game booths to try your luck with winning one of the stuffed animals. It had always been a wish of yours to go out to a theme park and play these games with your boyfriend. Since he would constantly be at practice, the two of you would rarely have enough time to meet up on fun occasions like this. You wanted to make the best of it. You had to agree that he was pretty good at these games. It was almost as if it was the stress relief he needed. It wasn’t until he maintained a winning streak where you felt like you were more of his manager than his girlfriend since you ended up carrying all his prizes. You came across a shooting range booth when Xiumin exclaimed, “Y/N can you hold this too? That puppy plushie will be perfect for Baekhyun! I have to win that!” Before you had a chance to respond you were immediately holding the largest teddy bear known to mankind since it was bigger than your own body! You stumbled a bit trying to gain your balance with the amount of weight you were carrying. Who ever thought plushies could actually be heavy? Thankfully you found a bench behind the booth and took a seat. You dropped the plushies off to the side when you looked up to see Xiumin running towards you with a puppy doll in his hands. “I got one for all the members now!” He screamed with joy when you stood up with a pout and began to walk away. Xiumin noticed your sad demeanor and pulled you back to him. “Aww is my baby sad cause I didn’t win her anything?” You scoffed and nudged his chest. He giggled and asked opening his arms out wide, “Why do you need a plushie when you have me?” A small smile appeared on your lips. oH gOD. Even you couldn’t resist this cuteness. You leaned forward and pinched his cheeks when he quickly tugged on your jacket pulling you into his chest. “I was just teasing. Of course oppa won them for you, baby ~”

Lay

“Yixing will you slow down?” you exclaimed as your boyfriend ran up the stairs. Your legs literally felt as if they were moments away from plummeting to the ground with all the running you have been doing. Your gaze shifted upward to see your boyfriend turning back to face you with a sly smile on his lips. “Aww is baby tired already?” he said softly earning a glare from you, “We are almost there, just a little bit more.” You sighed. “And why are we doing this exactly?” He responded with another smile. “You will see.” Before you had a chance to respond, he raced up the stairs causing you to follow in pursuit. When you finally reached the top door, he grasped your hand and together the two of you walked through. The crisp, warm summer air rushed through your loose hair, easing your soul after that hell of a workout. A soft gasp escaped your lips when you saw the soft flickering lights from the city below. "Yixing this is beautiful.” You turned back to see your boyfriend leaning against the cement walls with his hands behind his head, clearly proud of accomplishing this feat. He slowly puckered his lips and blew a kiss towards you, causing your cheeks to heat up. He gestured you to come forward and you sauntered towards him. Picking up his phone, he started playing music from your favorite tracks. He left one earbud in his ear and placed the second into yours and then pointed to the sky. As if on cue, a shot of light burst from the ground to an array of dancing sparks which illuminating the night sky. And from this vantage point, the entire scene was simply spectacular. You smiled back at him. “You raced all this way just so we could have this moment with fireworks?” He brought you closer to his chest and pecked your nose. “Yep, its this kind of moment which means the world to me.”

Beakhyun

“Let’s try this one!” You exclaimed tugging your boyfriend’s hand towards the tallest roller coaster in the theme park. Baekhyun glanced upward and squinted from the sun’s rays. “Now you have officially lost your mind,” he mumbled giving you a judging look, “How about we just go in the Spinning Tea Pots?” “Because I’m pretty sure you’ll use that moment alone to your advantage, you pervert!” He threw his head back in laughter, astonished by how well you know him. “It’s either this or the haunted house,” you challenged, knowing his intense fear of anything horror related. You saw him shifting his eyes in deliberation when you thought of an idea. “Rock Paper Scissors?” You asked suddenly catching him off guard. You didn’t wait for him to respond and immediately played the best out of three match which you ended up winning. Jumping with joy, you exclaimed, “How about we do the Haunted House?” Beakhyun’s eyes grew wide as melons when he fought back, “Wait you said you wanted to go on the coaster!” “Well I changed my mind!” you sang out loud and pulled him towards to creepy maze. The entire five minutes you spent in there you only heard high pitched shrieks and cursing in dialect - all from Baekhyun. By the time you exited the maze you turned to face him, shaking your head disapprovingly while he panted in trepidation while clutching his heart. “Now wouldn’t it have been better if you had just agreed to the coaster in the first place?” You asked with a smirk on your face. He glanced up at you with those fiery eyes and you began to run for your life.

Chen

A gentle breeze caressed your face as you heard the soft waves from the ocean crash into the shoreline. The hammock swayed from side to side and the gentle rocking motion drifted you in and out of sleep. You shifted to your side when you heard a whine, “Ah waee ~” A gentle tug pulled you back to a sturdy chest. You peeked up to see your boyfriend’s face nuzzled in your soft hair. “Hmmm you smell so good,” he mumbled sending a crimson blanket to cover your cheeks. His arm was draped lazily around your waist and he gently pulled you upward until you were eye level with him. “I really don’t wanna leave tomorrow. Five months on tour without you is going to be torture.” You smiled and quickly pecked his nose. He smirked. “If you really continue to be this cute, I guarantee we will never leave our room in time for the flight.” He bent his head forward and nipped the edge of your ear. You giggled from the ticklish sensation and buried your head in his chest and embraced him. Your eyes shifted softly upward when you whispered, “If it extends our time together then its fine with me.” You felt his lips curl into a smile and he quickly slipped from your embrace and swung his legs over the hammock. “What is it?” you asked. Instead of responding, he swept you up into his arms bridal style and placed a searing kiss on your lips. “We might as well get a head start, beautiful.”

Chanyeol

You placed a plate of perfectly sliced watermelons upon the table when a rush of laughter and squeals caught your attention. When you turned around you saw your boyfriend caught in an intense water gun fight with the neighborhood kids who your parents so graciously invited to your annual Summer Party. You rolled your eyes. Clearly, you were dating a chid. It took you a moment to realize things got a bit too quiet. Before you could comprehend what was happening, you felt a rush of cool jets slamming you from all directions, soaking you from head to toe. You cried out in agony while trying to shield your face with your flailing arms. When the sprays stopped, you heard a rush of laughter and peaked up to see your boyfriend snickering at your current state. “Channie!” you cried out while coughing miserably. He chuckled and made his way over to you. In one swift motion he lifted you by the waist and placed you onto the table so you were eye level with him. “Sorry about that,” he said softly dabbing a napkin on your forehead, “But I couldn’t resist.” You pouted. “Well thanks to your fun and games, my dress is soaked and completely ruined.” He raised his eyebrows and scanned you from head to toe, memorizing every curve on your body accentuated by the wet clothing. “It’s not that bad,” he replied with a smile. “Urgh, why are you such a pervert?” you asked throwing the napkin back at him, “I’m starting to think you did this on purpose.” He titled his head to the side with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Now what gave that away?” He pulled your body closely to his own and instantly placed a passionate kiss onto your lips. You couldn’t help but melt in his arms as he brought his body closer until there was no gap between you two. A series of groans and exasperated cries resonated from the sides as you noticed the kids starting to point their water guns at you two. Oh Great. Before you two could pull away, you both felt an army of water attacks flying forward. Almost immediately, you grabbed the nearby gun beside you and fired back, “Oh its on now!”

Kyungsoo

Summer walks along the boardwalk were the best, especially when you were walking hand in hand with your boyfriend, Kyungsoo. During the afternoon peak of the summer heat, you two were fooling around by the shoreline, stepping into the cool refreshing water which usually ended in sudden tackles and a tickle war. As the temperature cooled down in the evening, you would walk along the brilliantly lit boardwalk and admire the twinkling lights above and laughter in the air. This moment was almost too perfect. The silence was interrupted by your boyfriend’s snickers. You looked to the side while still clutching your ice cream cone in your hand. “Whats so funny?” you asked. “You have a little ice cream on your face.” “Really?” You exclaimed in shock, urgently trying to find the spots on your face where the specks of vanilla could have landed. “But where?” You asked. “Here,” he replied nudging his own cone forward and brushing the right side of your cheek. Your eyes grew wide in shock. Oh this little shit! “And here,” he stated while brushing your forehead and the left side of your cheek. “Kyungsoo!” You exclaimed trying to wipe the cream off, “Urgh, where is it? Take it off!” He leaned forward and quickly pecked the regions on your face with ice cream with his lips before leaning back with a smirk on his face. Dumbfounded, you stood completely still and almost couldn’t believe what you witnessed. When you came to your senses, you smacked his shoulder as he threw his head back in laughter while exclaiming, “What? You asked me to take it off.”

Kai

Your eyes skimmed the last few words and you eagerly turned to the next page, highly anticipating what would happen next. Your moment was cut short when a high speeding volleyball sent a heavy blow to your skull, knocking you back and sending you and your book flying off the beach chair. Thankfully, you plummeted onto the soft sand while simultaneously looking like a deer in headlights. Well . . . that was quite embarrassing. As you frantically tried to brush the sand off your hair and face, you heard a scurry of footsteps approaching you. “I’m so sorry, are you ok?” came a voice. You glanced up to see the most handsome face staring back at you. He offered you his hand while flashing a radiant smile which nearly made you stumble as he pulled you up to your feet. “I’m Kai by the way,” he said nervously while handing you your book. “Y/N”, you replied quickly trying hard to not blankly stare at his tanned broad shoulders and his toned abs. “So-um Y/N,” he stated timidly while tossing the ball back and forth in his arms, “Are you free to join us for a game?” We are missing a player.” “I’m really not that good at sports.” “It’s ok, neither am I,” he said almost too quickly causing you to raise your eyebrow in suspicion. Uh-Huh, sure you are with that body, “I can teach you,” he said softly, his eyes clearly earnest. You nodded softly, earning another heart stopping smile from him. “Come on then,” he answered, leading you towards the net.

Sehun

You stood upon the balcony of the cruise ship overlooking the tranquil ocean with a warm cup of coffee in your hands. A soft breeze drifted though the air causing you to pull your loose cardigan tighter over your shoulder. You took a small sip from your mug and leaned your head in bliss. Yep, the first sip is always the best. You softly swirled the stirrer in your coffee and gazed back into the sea. A soft shade of crimson blanketed your cheeks as you recalled the events of last night with your fiance - well husband now - seeing this is now your honeymoon. Just as you were about to turn your attention back to your coffee, a pair of arms slithered around your waist, filling you up with an overwhelming amount of warmth. You looked up to see a handsome face peering back at you with a smirk on his lips. “You left me alone,” he whined while dipping his head forward, pecking your lips and bringing you closer to his bare chest. You felt a breeze again and this time he nuzzled his face into your neck, breathing in your scent and leaving small kisses on your shoulder. “Sehun,” you said softly placing your mug aside and turning around to face him. “Hmm?” he whispered tugging your cardigan down to move his kisses to your shoulder. “We should probably get ready if we want to make it to the show on time.” He chuckled softly while gently nipping the skin on your collarbone. “Actually,” he replied, lifting you off the ground until your lips were barely a centimeter apart, “I have some other plans of my own.”

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A Choice: Hamilton Fanfic (Fem!Reader x Alexander, John, Hercules, and Lafayette) Chapter 3: Karaoke Time

Summary: The boys were your best friends, you loved them. And they loved you. But what happens when their love runs deeper than friendship? Will they manage to suppress their feelings for you or will they be willing to sacrifice their friendship to be with you. Either way, you have to make a choice.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any Hamilton characters, those all belong to the great Lin-Manual Miranda. I don’t own any songs mentioned in this part. Also I obviously don’t live in New York so I don’t know how Karaoke One 7 actually looks like, I just thought of it as a karaoke booth rental kind of thing. sorry if that’s wrong.

Author’s note: Okay, I wanted this up a little earlier today, but alas, real life duties called. But it’s here now, so I hope you like it. I highly suggest listening to at least a little bit of the songs mentioned here to get more of an experience. Also, I’m working on a special chapter that you guys are gonna love. As usual, please don’t repost. Anyway here it is, chapter 3, hope you enjoy!! Edit: This has a cluster of foul language so, beware. I don’t really know ratings So I’m just gonna say Rated T, okay I’m done.

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You stood in your room for a minute thinking over the situation at hand. You didn’t want to cause a drama and confront them about this right now, they wanted to have fun and relax today. Yet, you couldn’t ignore the presence of this dilemma. Did you really have to choose?

‘Fuck, why is this happening now?’ You thought in frustration.

You pushed these thoughts to the back of your mind. You had a stressful week at work; you and the boys needed to relax. So with that you showered and changed into a nice pair of black jeans, a gray shirt, an oversized pink hoodie, an oversized jean jacket over, and finally slipped on some gray booties. You decided on light makeup today and blow dried your hair.

You heard a knock on your bedroom door and turned to see Alex poke his head in.

“Hey, Y/N, we’re ready to go. Are you ready?” Alex asked you, opening the door wider.

You nodded and grabbed your bag with all the things you needed. “Yeah let’s go,” You said as you left your room. You meet the guys at the door and headed out.

Your mind was still a bit dazed and you had a weird feeling in your stomach, but you tried to shake it off as best as you could.

“So, which karaoke place are we going to again?” You asked.

“We’re going to the one on 17th St,” John answered. He put his hand on your lower back, leaning into you slightly.

You visibly tensed at his touch. John took notice and he looked at you in confusion and mild hurt. You mentally cursed yourself for overthinking his gesture. You smiled at him and grabbed his arm in an attempt to cheer him up.

“Karaoke One 7, right? That’s my favorite one! Let’s go so we can get a booth,” you cheered.

John smiled again and let you lead him in front of the group. He looked behind him at the rest of the guys and wiggled his eyebrows. The other three gentlemen only scoffed and glared at the cocky, curly dipshit.

You didn’t noticed the interaction, too concentrated on scolding yourself for reacting so negatively. It was a normal gesture, somethings all the guys have done, it didn’t mean anything.

You loosened up a bit and started joking with the boys, talking and laughing all the way till you reached the karaoke place. It was a bit crowded, but not by much, since it was still a bit early.

You and Laf went up to the register and asked for a booth. After you ordered drinks and paid for two hours in the karaoke booth, you went inside and instantly started looking up songs to sing.

“I’m first! I already know which song I want to sing!” Alex yelled at the group.

Herc rolled his eyes playfully at him.”Fine, go ahead,” he said.

Alex grinned and looked up the song, he punched the number in and waited for it to pop up.

When the first beat rang out, everybody but Alexander groaned. He had put on Danza Kuduro by Don Omar. Alex had a strange obsession with this song, mostly because it was sung by a Puerto Rican. Also, it was a classic song to dance too.

Alex started dancing to the beat; a stupid grin on his face. You laughed and began to clap along to the beat. All the other boys watched in amusement at Alex’s ridiculous dancing.

Then he started singing, the words falling naturally out of his mouth. You laughed and saw the other boys cheering him on.

“Yeah, Alex! Sing it, baby!” Laurens shouted, tears in his eyes from laughing to much.

Alex winked and started moving his hips in a sensual way, looking at you the whole time. You blushed and snorted at his actions.

When it came to the rapping part, he went and pulled you out of your seat. Before you can protest, he was already twirling you and making you dance with him. You gave up and decided to dance.

You twirled and shook your hips, letting Alex lead you around. You’ll admit, you were a decent dancer and you weren’t afraid to shake what your mama gave you.

The song ended with Alex twirling you into his arms. You smiled up at him, before detaching yourself and giving a bow. You turned to Alex and he took a bow too.

The boys, although a bit peeved, smiled at the performance because you looked liked you had fun. You and Alex both sat down on the leather couch, a bit out of breathe.

“Alright, who’s next?” You asked, still slightly panting.

Lafayette stood up quickly and winked at the group. “Prepare to be amazed, mon amis.” He said with confidence.

Everyone waited in anticipation, wondering what Laf was gonna sing, however, no one was prepared to hear Rihanna’s Disturbia come on.

“What the fuck?” Alex exclaimed, surprise evident on his face.

Laf simply shushed him and started reciting the words on the screen. To be honest, it was a good match. Laf’s romantic accent complimented the seductive tone of the song. A wink in your direction proved that he knew it too, cheeky bastard.

Throughout the song, Lafayette danced suggestively and even unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt. Multiple times he leaned really close to your face, holding your chin, and singing as if you were the only one in the room.

‘This cheeky bastard is trying to seduce me/her,’ everyone thought as they watched Lafayette.

He sang his last note, still forcing you to look at him. You stayed in that position until Hercules moved Laf’s face away from yours.

“Okay, you had your fun, fuckboi, now let me show you how it’s really done,” Herc teased.

Lafayette sat down a bit annoyed, but still satisfied.

Herc typed in the numbers to his song and waited patiently. “This one goes out to a very special someone in this room,” Herc yelled out excitedly.

“Aw, that’s sweet Herc, thank you. But you’re not my type,” John teased, smirking.

Hercules flipped him off. “Not you, you asshat, Y/N.”

‘Aww, how sweet.’ You thought.

You almost screamed when you heard the opening of Beyonce’s Drunk in Love, then started cheering.

“Yess! Queen! Sing it, Herc!” You yelled out, clapping like a damn seal.

Hercules absolutely killed this song. He sang Beyonce’s part perfectly, his gruff and soft voice made it seem like this song was made for him. He even did the fucking giggle. Herc was already a great rapper, so when Jay Z’s part came on, it was no surprise that he killed that part too.

At one point, Hercules even pulled you up and you both did ridiculous dance moves, trying to imitate Beyonce’s dance moves, but failing miserably. When the song ended, you both decided to end in a dabbing pose. Because, why not?

Everyone clapped and laughed at you two. You sat down, Hercules sitting next to you.

“Johnny boy, you’re up.” Alex said to John.

John grinned and stood up. “Alright, for this song can I have a lovely assistant up here with me, please?” John asked, looking pointedly at you.

Lafayette stood up before you could even think. Everyone laughed, including John.

“Nice try, baguette, sit your ass down. Y/N?” John looked at you questionably.

You nodded and sat on the chair he put out in front of the room. You had a feeling you knew what he was gonna do, but you also knew it was gonna be hilarious.

John put his song on and the opening of Bruno Mars’ That’s What I Like started. John soon began to sing and dance. There was no doubt that John was the best dancer, his athletic background helping him be able to move his godlike body any way he likes. So there was also no doubt that John was gonna use his dancing as a way to seduce you. More specifically, he was give you a lap dance. Lucky girl.

He started off slow, not on your lap yet, just simply shaking his ass and thrusting the air a few times. On the words,”Jump in the cadillac”, he literally jumped on you and slowly started grinding against you. You blushed and squealed a bit, but you were laughing, trying not to think much about it.

He stayed on your lap the whole song, making your hands touch his body and tug his hair. John’s singing was phenomenal, but he purposely made his voice a bit huskier than normal, just to get more of a reaction out of you. He was tempted to take his shirt off, but didn’t want to get his ass kicked by his other friends, so he kept it on. You were a blushing mess when the song ended and he got off you.

John, noticing your red face, smiled in triumph and turned to see the rest of the guys. Their faces held forced smiles and threatening glares, but refrained from saying anything. Although it was obvious they did not enjoy the little show. John only stuck his tongue out at them.

‘Two points for me,’ John thought confidently.

“Babygirl, it’s your turn to pick a song.” John said, sitting back down next to Alexander.

You looked through the book of songs, unsure of which one you wanted. After a couple minutes, you still didn’t have a clue to what song you wanted to sing, until you found one of your favorite songs. It was a surprise they had it on here, since it wasn’t a very popular song, but you picked it nonetheless.

“I got it, let’s go!” You stood up confidently. Since you were in the music business, you did sing a lot. You weren’t the best singer, but you could belt out a couple good notes when you wanted too. You weren’t afraid to sing in front of the boys either, since they always hear you singing.

The vocals of Pentatonix came on and you started to sing their song Can’t Sleep Love ft. Tink. It was weird choice for karaoke, but you loved the song and wanted to sing your heart out.

As you sang, your voice came out soft and sweet, putting the boys in a trance. You poured your heart out into this one, singing and yearning for that love that won’t let you sleep. You did little dances as you sang, nothing too extravagant, just small moves that felt right.

The boys couldn’t keep their eyes off you, you looked like an angel in their eyes. You had a smile so bright on, your hair falling gently, your hips swinging in a subtle, sexy way, and you just looked like you didn’t have a care in the world. The song you were singing made their hearts go boom.

You got to the rapping part and, although you didn’t rap often, you felt too confident to back down now. Your voice smooth and flirtatious. Then you hit that high note perfectly.

The boys were hanging on to every word you sang, getting more dazed. As you finished singing that little “yeah” at the end, you opened your eyes and saw all the boys standing up and clapping like crazy.

You blushed and bowed several times, laughing at their silly antics. Then you sat down on your seat, waiting for the next person to go sing.

You were unaware of what the boys were all thinking after you finished singing. They were all thinking the same thing, ‘I want to be her can’t sleep love.’

*Time Skip brought to you by Anthony’s InstaStory (seriously go check it out)*

After two hours, you were all absolutely giddy and a bit buzzed, laughing at the funniest moments you shared there. Especially when all four of the boys decided to sing LMFAO's I’m Sexy and I Know It. You could not get over how into it all the boys were. It will forever be one of your favorite memories.

“Hey friends, let’s go get a quick bite at my cafe and then head to my place to change for the club later.” Lafayette suggested. You all nodded in agreement.

You all had some emergency clothes stashed somewhere in each other's apartments, since whenever you guys hanged out together, most likely you’ll all sleep over at one person’s space. Just like they did at your house yesterday.

You all started walking towards Lafayette’s cafe. Everything normal and fun. Your mind had completely forgotten the boy’s affections for you, letting you be in blissful denial. Soon enough, however, it’ll come back in full force.

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