bulls snapbacks

Part 9 - Find Me

Pairing: Luke & Y/N

Words: 1.322


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It’s finally Friday. I can finally find my medicine… or poison. I didn’t figure it out which one is yet. It makes me feel good but I know it is ruining me. Anyway I went to find my bottle of tequila.

I knew I couldn’t take long or he would find me there so I run through the kitchen cabinets as fast as I could until I found it, it wasn’t that hard because this was Rita’s place so I knew where some things were.

I made my way to my corner of the room and stared at everyone. I knew he was coming and I got more excited as the time passed. It’s a weird feeling. I don’t want him but my body says otherwise.

I tried to forget about him and focus on the people around me. They all seem so happy and free. Why wasn’t I like them? Some of the girls already had found their partner for the night and the others were still waiting for him, hopping.  I knew he was gonna come and pick one of them, what I didn’t know was if I could handle that.

I decided that I wouldn’t stay here to figure that out so I made my way upstairs. It was still early in the night so I think no one will be taking the rooms.

I lay down on the bed and stared at the ceiling pouring down the liquor through my throat. I didn’t know what time it was now or how long I’ve been here. I just stared up at the ceiling, nothing in particular on my mind.

“Did you drink that bottle all by yourself?” When I heard his voice I hummed in pleasure. “Did you drink more than that?” I nodded my head and chuckled. “How much?”

“I don’t remember.” I let my head fall to the side so I could see him. There he was in all black with his NBA Chicago Bulls snapback. I smiled when I saw him alone. Something inside me lighted up and made me feel warm and cozy. Did he choose me? I felt my eyes get heavy so I let them close.

“No, Y/N, look at me.” I felt his hand press against my cheek. “Come on open your eyes.” Then the other and I felt my head rise until it gently hit something with my forehead. “Come on princess open your eyes and look at me.” I could feel is breath on my face.

I slowly opened my eyes, it was hard, they were so heavy, but I did it for him. I stared straight into his blue eyes. “Good. Can you keep them open for me?” I nodded and our noses bumped together.

He let go of my face and lay down beside me bringing me close to him. My head was on his chest with one of his arms around it, so I wouldn’t move, and his other arm around my torso. He felt so good against me so my eyes started to close again.

“No princess. Eyes open, remember?” He whispered on my head landing a kiss there.

“Luke?” He hummed in response. “I don’t feel too good.”

He instantly pulled my head up to see me better and I noticed his snapback was gone. “Come on.” He said getting up from bed and caring me with him. I couldn’t make out where we were going but it was a short journey until he stopped and putted me down. In front of me was a toilet and I looked up at him.

“Can you get out?” I asked him feeling all that I drank rising up, wanting to come out. I didn’t give him time to answer as the liquor came out of me. Like my system wanted to expel the poison. I felt his hand on my back running up and down and the other taking my hair away. Fat tears came from my eyes running down with the poison. I didn’t want him to see this. I didn’t want him to see me like this. “Please get out!” I sobbed.

I felt his chest on my back his lips against my shoulder and his hand that was once on my back was now on my tummy, caressing it.

“Please.” I whispered through sobs as my voice seemed to run out with all the liquor going through my throat.

“I’m not leaving princess.” He whispered on my skin.

It felt like I had expelled everything on my body, not just the tequila. I had no strength left.

“Feel better now?” He asked getting up to flush the toilet. Then he went to the sink and brought me a wet towel. I tried to reach it but he pulled my hand away, kneeling in front of me putting one hand on the back of my neck. “Close your eyes.” He whispered bringing the towel to my face, first to my lips, erasing the last of the poison and then to my forehead and down to my cheeks. It felt good. The cold of the water felt so good. “Let’s go to bed again.” He carried me there again laying us down in the same position we were before.

“Drink this.” He gave me a glass of water and it felt good running down my throat cleaning my insides.

“You can sleep now.” He whispered on my head and I started closing my eyes.

“Why do you come find me?” I mumbled against his chest opening my eyes. “Is it fun for you to watch me fall apart?”

He kept silent but I could hear his heart beat rising. “It hurts me as much it hurts you, believe me.” He said after a while.

“Why are you here with me?” I tried again.

“I’m here to catch you.” He said, his lips moving on my hair.

“But I’ve already fallen.” A tear run down my cheek as I thought of him, Jake.

“I’m here to make sure you won’t fall again.” I looked up at him in the eyes.

“That’s sweet Luke but I know it isn’t true. That isn’t you.” I gave him a sweet smile. He wasn’t like that and I knew it so it isn’t his fault. I expected from him something that he was not. I knew with who I was dealing with. I’m no different from the other girls. Always expecting what he doesn’t have to give…. expecting love. I felt a little disappointed I didn’t want to be like them, I wanted to be the one to win this game.

“It’s strange. I felt less lonely when I didn’t know you.” I breathed a chuckle resting my head against his chest again.

“You’ve known me your whole life.” I could hear the confusion in this voice.

“Not that. Like how we know each other now. When you’re gone I feel lonely.” I tried to explain my feelings to him.

“What do you mean by that?” He moved so he could look into my face. I was lying back on the bed with his face right above mine. My hand went to his cheek before my lips met his. I kissed him like it would be the last time and it probably would after I tell him.

“He broke me but you are breaking me too.” I whispered after breaking the kiss. His eyes were still closed but he open them up right after I said that and looked at me confused. I run my hands through his hair, I wanted to feel it one last time. Then I got up ready to leave.

“What did you meant by that? And where are you going?” He sounded a little desperate, like he didn’t want me to leave him yet.

“What I meant Luke is that I’m in love with you.” Looking at him one last time I closed the door.

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How do you feel about this? She told him she loved him. What do you thing will happen? Talk to me I wanna know what you think and if you want more here!!!

a/n: this is literally just 904 words about making out w a tired, sweaty luke in that striped shirt

The cobalt sheen of his irises zeroed in brazenly to your perched figure, a curled smirk slipping across his lips as his torso leaned against the metal door frame. Horizontal stripes did him nothing but justice, drawing out the under exaggerated area of his shoulders. The muscles in his bicep flexed as his fingers found the sweaty curls at the nape of his neck, scratching there as his eyes lifted into a further smile. A sliver of pale skin above his boxers made it’s appearance, an exposure to his slender hips that quickly made your eyes avert and heart rate increase. 

A hand fell behind your perched figure, the pinch of your shoulder blades falling against the cinder block wall as your legs swung underneath the table filled with hours old catering. Absently, you twirled his Bulls snapback around your loosely curled fist, tilting your head, “Looking for this?”

Luke’s steady gait matched the slow curl of his fist as he rubbed at his sleep filled eyes. Adrenaline had worn off quick, left in the hallway by the sharp bounces elicited as he shrugged off his guitar behind the curtains to the tune of thousands of screaming fans. You didn’t have much time to be amazed by how breathtakingly hot a tired Luke looked, even blanketed in the cute gestures of a small child. His stature towered over your seated figure. his thumbs spanning to the inside of your thighs as he leaned toward you.

Cerulean eyes grey navy around the edges, his pupils dilated as his neck craned. Silently, he slipped his hat from your grasp to lay it somewhere near a half eaten apple, fingertips curling around your back to tuck you into his waist. You gasped, keratin in your nails scraping the cheap plastic of the fold out table as you were drawn forward. His smirk was tired, fingers dancing across your outer thigh to the underside of your knee, drawing your left leg to hook around his waist. 

“The show was amazing, as always,” Your hand wandered to his sweaty tendrils, drawing the darkened blond out piece by piece to sweep past his forehead in a settlement of soft curls. “You were amazing.”

Luke hummed in the back of his throat, eyebrows pinching and forehead pleating each time your fingers made contact with his skin. The hinge in his neck seemed to snap, face burying to the crook of your neck. A single finger hooked to the collar of your shirt, drawing it away to mouth at the exposure of your collarbone. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N.”

“You’re so sweaty,” You giggled, crinkling your nose as the wetness of his hair rubbed to the underside of your jaw, “and very tired.”

His lips sponged a purposeful path up your neck, spending a particular amount of time on a fading bruise masked in a specific layer of makeup. “Sweaty, tired, and overwhelmed with how bad I want you, sweetheart.”

The pulse point in your neck thumbed painful as your heart raced, hand instinctively falling against his wrist that cupped your face. “Not here,” Your plead was halfhearted, somewhere between desire and practicality. 

His lips won the argument that your brain refused to resolve. Forearms bracketed your face, the beads of sweat glistening against his pale complexion as the feverish massage of his mouth worked away the kinks in your conscious. He was impossibly warm, an shocking outcast to the biting texture to the slope of the hoop in his plump bottom lip. He was intoxicating, tasting of his mint gum he chewed before every gig and the bitter salt burning over his chapped lips. 

Yours hands grew so spastic (against his wrists, rubbing against his beard, falling over his broad shoulders, finally tugging so hard at his slightly curled hairs that began to fluff at the ends) that he gently, slid his thumb to the middle of your palm, his smallest digit setting against your wrist to guide your hands across his waist. A smile curved into his kisses as he found the corner of your mouth to the underside of your jaw, coaxing you back onto your elbows. He made slow working of drawing out the tuck of your shirt from your belt, skirting the rough texture of his palms against your bare stomach as the tip of his index finger toyed at the underwire of your bra.

Even there, you held your body weight as your fingers worked at the cotton material of his shirt. The black and white hugged at his waist, a struggle that extracted a single syllable laugh from his parted lips. His mouth left your skin, drawing backwards as his hands covered yours, rolling the hem back across his hips. 

Your chest heaved, the sweat beads gathering over your forehead a greater collection than that of Luke’s. The swollen red of his lips mirrored the high blush of your cheeks, the accusing narrow of your eyelids a comical contrast to the amused crinkle of his own. Self-assured not only in his stage presences further confirmed.

“What-” It didn’t come out as a question, more of a breathed syllable to fill the intense gaze he set forth. Yet he didn’t allow it to properly fester, instead drawing his open mouth against yours once more. 

He drew your bottom lip between his teeth as he pulled away, index finger setting on your chin to gently tap at your pursed lips. “Not here,” He rasped softly, almost mockingly, “Isn’t that what you said, darling?”

anonymous asked:

GOT7 angst where you ignore Jackson on accident during an important stage of his life (like winning an award) and he feels terrible and hangs out with other girls for a few days because he doesnt know how to talk about his feelings. Happy ending?

Your phone rang for the second time in an hour. Not bothering to look at the caller ID, you simply switched it over to silent, intent on finishing the paper that was due tomorrow. You had been busy juggling your studies, part time job, and your busy idol-boyfriend Jackson’s schedule. You guys had been going out just over a year and his idol group had made it big. This was great but made the times that you could see each other difficult between all the filming and practices.

Finals started in a couple weeks which meant that you were starting to stress and had to buckle down to finish everything on time. There was no way that you were going to fail your classes, but in your mind, anything under a B was unacceptable. You let out a sigh and went back to the paper, working nonstop until you were convinced that it was as close to perfect as humanly possible.

You quickly glanced at your phone. Oh man, it’s already 11! You had once again stayed out far too long while working on your homework. The time wasn’t the only thing that shocked you. There were also ten missed calls from Jackson. He’s probably worried about me. Dialing his number, you packed up your things, getting ready to walk back to your dorm.

“What?” He sounded busy and indifferent.

“Jackson, I’m sorry, I was writing a paper. Is everything okay?” Since he tended to always have to record late at night, you figured that something was going wrong at the recording.

“Nothing is wrong. Are you home?” His voice was still rough. Maybe he’s just tired.

“I’m on my way now. I was just at the library so I am pretty close. Can we meet tomorrow?” There was no response for what felt like eternity.

“I’ll check my schedule. Goodnight.” And then he was gone. Normally Jackson wasn’t the chattiest person, especially not on the phone, but today was strange. Mentally you chalked it up to just being late and tired and figured that tomorrow would be better. Once you got home you changed into your pajamas and immediately got ready for bed. Right before turning off your lights, you sent Jackson a text telling him sweet dreams and reminding him how much you love him.  

The next morning you were up early, unable to sleep in because of your classes. You checked your phone and realized that you didn’t have a response from Jackson, something that was uncommon. As busy as he was, he somehow always found time to send you little messages, especially at night. There was however a text from one of the got7 members, BamBam. He was one of your favorite dongsangs because he was so easy to get along with.

Opening the message, your jaw dropped. “Noona, she is just filming the video with us. Please don’t be too shocked!” He had also sent a link to a news article. So he was with some attractive model last night. That’s just great.

You knew that you would no longer be having a great day. The photo was of them at a restaurant and it appears that they were alone. Normally you were understanding of Jackson’s relationships in the business world since there are some times that he has to act or model with girls. One thing you had both agreed on was to never go out one on one with someone. That made it seem too much like a date. Seeing the photo had made your stomach flip flop all morning.

After finish up your classes for the day, you still couldn’t shake the jealousy of seeing Jackson out with another girl. You decided to visit him at dorm in hopes to talk things over. It was obvious that neither of you were spectacular at expressing your feelings, but both of you had tried for the most part.

“Hey Bam, where’s Jackson?” You asked as you stepped into the dorm shared by the seven guys. They tended to be a little messy, but it could be much worse. “Noona, I don’t know how to say this…he went out with some of the stylists. Umm, he said he would call you.” BamBam could see your face blush red and you felt tears stinging at your eyes. Knowing that all the stylists were girls, things weren’t looking promising. “He didn’t tell me,” was all you could manage to squeak out.

BamBam immediately pulled you into a hug. “Don’t worry! I’m sure you could wait here for him. He has some exciting news.” He was trying to make you feel better, but it was no use. “No thanks Bam. I’m just going to go home. Please don’t tell Jackson that I came over.” You ran out of the dorm and the tears managed not to fall until you made it into your apartment.

You had passed the sad stage and now you were pissed. You picked up your cell and dialed his number which went straight to voicemail. “Yah, Jackson-shi. If you want to see other girls that’s fine but you should just break up with me first. You know what, whatever. I don’t care anymore. Don’t contact me.” You practically growled into the phone, which you threw across the room after you hung up.

There was no way to calm down except by having a glass of wine in a nice warm tub. You stayed there until all the bubbles had disappeared and your fingers were completely wrinkled. Getting out you covered yourself in a pair of short shorts and a muscle shirt of Jackson’s. As much as you were mad at him, you still missed his comforting smell.

Walking out into the living room and you almost fell over. There he was, sitting on the couch. He was wearing baggy pants and a Bulls jersey. His signature snapback was on the couch next to him revealing his short hair. “What the hell are you doing here?” Your hand was over your heart, trying to calm the beating.

“I wanted to tell you that I got on that reality show. The roommate one I was telling you about.” You knew what this meant to him. For a long time he had wanted to work more, and this was one of the best opportunities to get his name and the band’s name out there. “Congratulations.” Your heartbeat had slowed and you began to feel relieved that he had such good news. “When did you find out about it?” He finally looked into your eyes.

“That day I called you last. I wanted to celebrate with you and you just blew me off. I didn’t know what to say until BamBam told me you had left today in tears.” He got up, walking over to you but stopping a few inches away. “I wasn’t crying,” you tried to say as your cheeks flushed. “Liar” was all he said in response before wrapping his arms around you.

“Babe, I was so mad that you ignored me. But I couldn’t help but want to tell you.” He was speaking into your hair as you nuzzled closer into his chest, taking in his wonderful smell. “Why the girls though? I mean, I feel like you were cheating on me. I don’t think you would but it sure does look like it.”

His lips crushed against yours. There was more passion in that kiss than you had ever shared. “I would never cheat on you! I just was mad. Please Y/N, please forgive me,” he sounded desparate with his forehead resting against yours.

You leaned up and gave his a kiss. “The only way I can forgive you is if you stay the night. Alright, Oppa?” Looking into his eyes you could see a bit of mischief cross through them. “Deal” was all he said as he lifted you up bridal style and carried you off into the bedroom.

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