Request: “68 & 73 with Zach Dempsey?? If just one number than just 68 :,) <3.”
68. “Your girlfriend would hate me even more.” 73. “Where did you get that hickey?”
Word count: 1.695
Posted: 09th of May 2017
A/N: This is the first request that I got for my personal prompt list and I must say that I had fun on writing this. These prompts helped me to write these requests faster. In fact, I already have another two drafts from my prompt requests. I am so excited to write them all and there are still some numbers left, so don’t hesitate to request. Thank you for this request and for the others that I received.
P.S.: I am not accepting part 2 requests as I have more than 50 prompts to write. I am so sorry.
“Hey (Y/N)!” Your best friend Zach softly greeted you as he entered the school library. He put his backpack on the large desk in front of him and took the seat beside you.
“Wow, Zachary Dempsey in the library!” You mocked while you were poking him with your pen. “Tell me, you need to meet your girlfriend here, right?”
“Uhm,” He scratched his head with a wide I’m-in-a-trouble smile. “yup.”
“I noticed.” You smiled at him, but quickly looked away as you continued writing for your Science test for the next hour.
“Did you skip History class to study?” He asked, even though he was just stating the obvious. Zach knew your timetable, although the only class you had together was Peer Communications.
“I thought it was already obvious.” You flashed him your judging face and he rolled his eyes in response. You giggled softly and Zach just huffed.
You’ve always liked Zach, but you never had the guts to tell him the truth. You were so insecure of yourself and you were afraid that he would never love you back. In fact, it broke your heart when he announced you that he started to date Meghan, one of the cheerleaders at Liberty High.
You were thankful though, because your relationship with Zach didn’t change, not even a tittle, or maybe some little things changed.
You’ve always had that more than best friends but less than lovers relationship with Zach and you were both okay with that. In fact, it never bothered you to kiss him during one of your friends’ house parties. Sometimes he would even tell you some sexual jokes, but you never pushed further than a passionate and deep French kiss. Of course, this thing has changed, because he was already dating someone and it wasn’t the right thing to cheat on his girlfriend.
“Hey, are you okay?” Zach called for your attention by waving his hand in front of you and you harshly shook your head to forget your thoughts about your best friend. You felt your cheeks burning at the thought of kissing Zach and you knew that he noticed your bright red face.
“Oh, yup.” You flashed him a sweet smile, but then you decided to stand up and head to the shelves, where Science books were located, to hide your blushing cheeks. You looked for a book that might be handy during your test and you freely released your tensed sensation.
You looked for some books while you wished that Zach didn’t follow you so you could calm yourself down.
“What the fuck!?” You loudly exclaimed as you held your chest for the shock. You saw Zach standing behind the shelves, leaning on the candid and cold wall of the library as he observed you.
“Shush!” You heard someone shouting from afar and you assumed that it was the old librarian, who sat on her computer desk near the entrance of the library.
“Sorry.” You and Zach said in unison and you slapped him using a thick textbook that you had in your hand.
“I didn’t mean to, sorry.” Zach whispered and you rolled your eyes as you stopped hitting him with the book.
“Fine.” You softly said and you decided to walk back to your place, but Zach stopped you as he held your forearm firmly. “What?”
“I miss you.” He sincerely said as you looked at your forearm, wrapped with Zach’s big hand. You knew what he meant and you obviously felt the same.
“Zach,” You pulled your forearm back and his hand fell in his side. You put the book back to the shelf as you tried to clear things with Zach. “you know that we can’t do those things, anymore.”
“I know, but I miss your lips. I miss your kisses.” He sadly confessed. He didn’t want to be a treacherous boyfriend, but the feeling was stronger than he was. He missed you a lot and the weight he had in his chest surely didn’t help him to forget your kisses. “I miss you, (Y/N).”
“Zach, I don’t want to betray people.” You looked at him and you read what his brown eyes tried to tell you. He was surely sad and he had this feeling that he was about to lose you because of the presence of his actual girlfriend. “She doesn’t deserve this.”
“I know, no one deserves this,” He unleashed a long deep sigh and he pulled you closer to him. “but I love you, (Y/N). I love you and not Meg.”
“Zach, this is so wrong. I love you too, but this is about lacking respect for someone.” You insisted, but Zach didn’t listen to you. You confessed your feelings and you were shocked for what he has just said to you, but that wasn’t the most important thing during that moment. You were about to betray someone and you couldn’t stand that feeling.
You were about to open your mouth to say something else, to start a debate between you and Zach but you suddenly felt his soft red lips on yours.
You were shocked at first, but you could never lie to yourself. You missed Zach’s kisses too and you longed for his lips every time you would see him with his girlfriend. You would always wish that he was your boyfriend.
The kiss became passionate when you responded back to his movements. He gently pushed you against the wall, behind some book shelves so people wouldn’t have the chance to see you. He held your hips tightly and you wrapped your arms around his neck, slightly tiptoeing because of your height difference.
The kiss wasn’t just a normal kiss. It was one of those breathtaking kisses, those kisses that could leave you breathless.
“Zach!” You shouted whispering as you broke the kiss. The reality sank in your mind and you felt disgusting, realizing what you were doing. You slowly unwrapped your arms from his neck as you panted for the deep kiss that you just had. “Your girlfriend would hate me even more.”
“She will never know, (Y/N).” He leant in once again and he started to kiss your forehead, your temples, your cheeks and he went down to kiss your neck. He left some wet kisses on it and you wanted him to stop, but something suddenly took your voice away. Instead of barricading him, you pushed him closer to your neck and pulled his soft black hair.
You let him do what he had in his mind and you encouraged him to keep on doing it as you felt him sucking your neck hardly. You slightly let out a soft moan, it was so soft that only Zach could hear it.
It felt great, breathless just like the kiss before, but it was a little bit pungent and painful too. He bit your neck and continued marking your neck as if it was his own territory.
“Zach?” Your eyes shot open as you heard Meghan’s voice and you slightly pushed Zach away. The tranquil paradise that you were imagining has been changed by the loud and deafening shouts of hell.
Zach rolled his eyes and huffed against your skin. His hot breath sent shivers down your spine and you smiled at him. He caressed the love bite that he has just left and he smirked at you.
“Idiot.” You shook your head and you tiptoed to give him a quick peck on his lips. He was shocked, but then smiled at you. You liked what you did, although you felt horrible. You really felt horrible.
“Naughty.” He whispered and you winked at him. You made your way back through the shelves and grabbed the book that you were holding before the things between you and Zach happened.
“Hey Meg!” You cheerfully greeted as you saw her walking on the same aisle you were in. “What’s up?”
“Hey (Y/N)!” She pulled a fake smile as she greeted you. She has always hated you since she discovered that you were Zach’s best friend. It was great, wasn’t it? “Did you see Zach? His things were on the table.”
“Yeah, he was searching for something before but then I lost him.” You raised your shoulders as you lied through your teeth. You felt bad, of course, but you would never want Zach to be in a great trouble with her.
“OMG,” Her eyes grew wide as she didn’t mind your answer and you noticed that her gaze fell on your neck. “Where did you get that hickey?”
“Oh, this?” You pretended that you didn’t know what she was talking about at first, but then you pointed at the love bite that you had on your neck. Your eyes grew wide as you peeked at it and it revealed you the reddish purple colour of it, almost scarlet.
“Yes!” She smirked at you, obviously not knowing from who it was, you honestly felt sorry for the innocent girl during that moment. You saw Zach walk near the two of you, leaving a little bit of space between him and Meghan.
“Just a weekend fling, nothing much.” You sugarcoated your lies with a sweet smile and you turned your head to Zach. “Oh, look. He’s here.”
“Oh, I noticed.” She nodded and smiled at you. Zach didn’t seem so excited to see his girlfriend, but it wasn’t one of your businesses.
“See you around guys!” You looked at Zach and you flashed him a naughty smirk. You noticed that he giggled a little bit and you winked at him, Meghan obliviously stood few steps away from Zach, thinking that you were teasing Zach with her.
“See you, (Y/N)!” They softly said in unison and you started to walk back to your place, packing up your things and you headed to the librarian to borrow the book that you needed.
You smiled at the thought of the kiss that you shared with Zach, but a knot was built in your stomach as soon as the thought of betraying his girlfriend sank in your mind.
How was the kiss? It was incredibly great. What might happen after? It would be plausibly terrible.
Summary: After getting hurt from a case, Sherlock aided your
wounds. And John just doesn’t like other people touching you.
Themes: Jealous!John. John being mean. Smut. Fluffy ending.
Word Count: 1700+
“Ow! Sherlock, gentler
please.” You hissed.
“Stop fidgeting then.” He
answered with a sharpness to his tone as he continued to attend to your
shoulder wound. You rolled your eyes at him and tried to stabilize yourself by
holding onto the edges of the counter you were currently sitting on. “This is what
you get for not listening to me.” He looked at you through his long lashes and
you scoffed. “You deserve it.” He jokingly teased with a straight face
prompting you to swat the side of his arm making him flinch a little. He smirked
at your gesture and you ended up laughing with him as he finished dressing your
“What’s going on?” John
asked. His voice mimicked his expression, surprised yet equally steely. His
fists were balled on either side as he tried not to jump to conclusions. There
better be a damn good reason why you’re sitting on the kitchen counter with
Sherlock standing in between your open legs.
You and Sherlock looked at
him at the same time “John.” You smiled at him but then you noticed his hostile
posture, as did Sherlock. He distanced himself from you, allowing John to see
your injured shoulder.
“What the hell happened?”
John furrowed his brows and walked to stand directly in front of you, blocking his
flatmate completely. Sherlock lost a bit of balance and met your eyes with a
frown before shaking it off and speaking.
“It’s a shallow cut. We were
out on a case and there’s this-”
“I’m sorry mate, did it sound
like I was talking to you?” John said with a sharpness to his polite tone, his
eyes burning through Sherlock’s skull.
“John.” You warned but
Sherlock took the oh-so-obvious hint and decided to back off.
“I think I better leave…” He
said, collecting his coat and scarf by the door before leaving the same way he
“That was rude, John.” You
said upon hearing the door click shut. “This jealousy thing is getting out of
hand.” You scowled at him as you got down from the counter. “I mean, he’s your
best friend, for god’s sake.”
“I know he is. And I just saw
him between my girlfriend’s legs.” He countered, adamant on his resolve.
“Oh my god, I cannot believe
you!” You looked at him with distaste. “I was injured. He was giving me first aid!”
“You were literally breathing
the same fucking air!” He loudly retorted. “And why not come to me? I’m the
“You’re also a soldier, as
you keep threatening Sherlock with…”
“What’s that supposed to
mean?” He tilted his head, brows knotted.
“Nothing. It’s just- you
know.” You examined his reaction, wondering whether you should say what you’re
about to say knowing that John overreacts to the stupidest things. “You can be
a little… heavy-handed.”
John pulled his head back a
bit in disbelief. “You mean, Sherlock is gentler than me?” He asked. You
managed a little ‘Well…’ before he spoke again. “So that’s it then, hm?
Sherlock treats you better than I do? You prefer him over me?”
You actually groaned at him.
You’re bleeding through the gauze on your wound, your muscles are sore like
crazy (for running 12 blocks) and now he’s giving you a headache.
“You know what, John?” You
calmly spoke. “I don’t need this right now. When or if you decide to get your head out of your ass, I don’t know- just send
me a text or something.” You said as you retreated back to your room. Not
hearing another word from John.
Left in the kitchen, he found
himself staring at the empty space you used to be in.
The door creaked open and
a familiar voice erupted.
“Hello, John.” Sherlock
“What the- How did you get
in?” John asked.
“I, uh, have a key.” He
dangled some keys.
“Those are my keys.” John said.
Classic Sherlock, he thought “I lost
those a few weeks ago.”
“No, you didn’t. I took them.
I also have your old service weapon but that’s not why I came back.” He spoke
“What is it then?” John
seemed to have calmed down.
“Well, I came to get my phone…”
He reached for his phone somewhere on the counter, near John’s side. “and to
tell you that you shouldn’t worry about me and Y/N.” His voice was filled with
sincerity. “She’s my family, like you’re my family. I do love her but not in
the way that you’re thinking.” Sherlock explained. “I would never do that to
John breathed, his shoulders
slumping a little, feeling like an idiot. “I know that…”
“Did you really?” Sherlock
scrunched his forehead. “It didn’t seem that way to me a few minutes ago. Or
that time at the supermarket. Or at Mrs. Hudson’s birthday. Or when we were at
the science convention-”
“Hey, you said a very sexual
comment at the science convention.” John pointed at Sherlock, remembering the ‘You got a nice set of jugs.’ incident.
“Christ, John! I was talking
about the measuring jugs that she bought.” Sherlock laughed and John felt
Smiles were exchanged and
seconds passed before Sherlock spoke again. “Seriously, John. Y/N loves you. I
think maybe it’s time you give her the same level of faith she’s giving you.
You know she deserves it.”
“You’re right.” John nodded. “Listen,
“I know.” Sherlock cut him
off as he was trying to apologize. “Save it for her. We’ll talk tomorrow.” He
said, offering his hand to John.
“So we’re good?” John asked,
shaking Sherlock’s hand.
Three knocks caught your
attention and you watched as John slowly opened the door. “Y/N?” He called.
“…Bathroom.” You hesitated
before you answered. You were still cross with him but you really didn’t have
the energy to argue. The bathroom door was open so John was able to look
“You’re bleeding through your
shirt…” Concern was etched on his face when he moved closer to examine your
shoulder. “We need to redress this. Can you take off your top?” He noticed
how you avoided looking directly at him.
“Yeah…” You muttered before
taking your shirt off, wincing at the stinging pain. John took the first aid
kit he had below the sink and redressed your wound, going as tender as he can
possibly can. You took note of his effort and softened up a little bit. After
he finished, realizing you can’t shower, you filled a small basin with warm
water and took a hand towel from the rack. You were having trouble wringing the
wet cloth what with a bad arm.
“I can help you with that.”
He volunteered and you finally looked at him. “Let me help, please.” You gave
him the washcloth but then you grunted at the pain in your legs. “What’s wrong?”
“My legs are killing me…” You
reached down to massage one when John suggested for you to sit down, so you moved to bed.
Wringing the towel, John rubbed
on your good arm. “Y/N, I, uh, wanted to apologize for how I acted.” He said. “You’ve
been nothing but understanding of me and my work hours and I’ve been nothing but
a jealous boyfriend. I should have known better than to be doubtful of you.” He
looked up to meet your eyes.
“Yes. Yes, I will.” He said
and you smiled at how flustered he got. “We, uh, barely see each other because
of work and on the days that we are together, I don’t want it to be like this. So,
I’m so sorry for being a jealous prick-”
His words were cut off with
your mouth on his. When you pulled away, John took a second to breathe in and
went in again for another kiss, deeper and much more intimate this time. John caught
the side of your body, tracing patterns with his warm hand before travelling to
your back and unhooking your bra. Goosebumps sprinkled your skin when the cool
air hit your exposed breasts. John took one breast in his hand and very softly
kneaded it, giving your hardened nipple a light pinch. A groan rumbled from
your throat before breaking the kiss and whispering, “Lay down on the bed.”
You did as you were told and settled
yourself on the bed. John climbed the bed and kissed you again before going
down to kiss your neck and suck at your pulse point. A soft gasp escaped your
lips as you felt a fresh wave of arousal on your already wet core.
“What is this?” You managed
to ask, wondering (but so not complaining) why John is being so gentle with
“This is me proving that I
can be gentle and me deciding to pull my head out of my ass.” He smiled and a
chuckle left you.
“A thought I told you to send
me a text or something?”
“I went with ‘or something’.”
He took one breast in his mouth, circling the nipple with his tongue while he
played with the other using his hand.
You were trailing your hand
to open your trousers when his hand caught your wrist. “Let me. I’ll take care
of you, love. Just relax.” He’d unbuttoned and unzipped you when you asked.
“What about you?”
“Don’t worry about me. I want
to do this for you.” He pulled your trousers and your underwear all the way off
of you. He settled between your thighs and touched your dripping sex, coating
his thumbs with your slick. “You’re soaking.” He commented before licking a
broad stripe all the way up to your clit and you shuddered at the contact.
“More.” You breathed, needy
and wanting. His mouth was immediately on you, his tongue darting out and
adding to the sensation. You looked down and the view of John face buried in
your sex sent a flood of slick to your core.
“Holy fuck, Y/N, you taste so
good.” John moaned, the vibrations threatening to tip you over to the edge. John
added two fingers in and he felt you clench around him. He continued pumping in
and out of you and a few moments after, your breath is picking up the pace.
“John, I’m gonna-!” You
moaned and John sped up the pace of his thrusts as he sucked on your swollen
bud. Within seconds, your orgasm hit you like a train. Your walls, convulsing
around his fingers as he helped you ride it out.
“That was amazing.” You
breathed as John lied down beside you. “I really needed that. Thank you.” Your
eyelids were growing heavy as you snuggled closer to John. He covered you with
the blanket before he kissed your forehead.
Request: Aaahhhhhh so many good prompts to choose from! I love all of them, but I think I’ll go with 19 with Jaebum please? 💙
19) You ride the subway every morning, not talking to your bias who sits beside you day after day. You begin talking when your morning commute doesn’t go as planned.
Member: Got7′s JB x Y/N
You heaved a sigh as you shifted your weight from one foot to the other. It was early still, the station half empty with only a few salary men wandering around the platforms, anxious to begin their day. You looked up, the sensation of being watched heavy on your shoulders.
Normally, being a woman in a big city, you were always wary of men who sat too close, stared a little too long, or in general entered the box of personal space you had designated yourself. Seoul ranked twelfth in the world on a list of the most dangerous cities for women to ride public transportation systems, but this wasn’t a thought you wanted to constantly reflect on. For a city that was in general one of the safest you had ever lived in, the subway systems still caused you to bristle up, overtly aware of every person who came too close for comfort.
You looked around slowly, careful not to make any eye contact with those around you. If you looked into the eyes of one of the salary men, it was almost guaranteed that they would take it as an invitation to pester you.
For a moment, your eyes froze, meeting up with a man around your age. You didn’t know his name, nor had you ever asked, but you were very aware of his presence. He was easily one of the most good looking individuals you had the pleasure of seeing on a daily basis. You quietly coexisted, riding the train every morning side by side. He flashed you a brief smile before looking back down at the worn novel in his hands. You nodded to yourself, biting your lip at the small exchange. Quietly telling your stomach to calm from the butterflies he had stirred up, you readjusted your book bag, urging your train to arrive.
You winced, noticing a different man in your peripherals standing from a bench just out of your direct sight. He slowly waddled toward you, round faced and much older. You hissed out a breath between your teeth, praying to every God you could think of to keep this creep from entering your personal space. You glanced up slowly, catching your reflection in the sleek glass doors that kept passengers from the open subway lines until the train arrived. In doing so, you caught his reflection as well, his body so close you could smell his body odor.
HIs eyes were fixed on you, unafraid as he stared into the glass. As the only two individuals in the front section of the platform, the hairs on your neck bristled up with unease. You looked over warily to a very evident sign posted, warning men to not sexually harass women, a small stick figure included. So much for that.
The man moved a bit closer, the front of his body nearly rubbing the back of yours. You shut your eyes, quietly reminding yourself of self control and turned, eying the man with a glare. The man’s eyes widened and he slowly took a step back until you turned back around, focusing on the glass doors again. The subway alert sounded, signaling the next train’s arrival.
Just as the doors began to open, you decided to take a quick sidestep, wandering to a different train car to get into. Surely this man wouldn’t have the audacity to follow you halfway down a subway platform. You took a corner seat near an exit and settled in, hardly believing your eyes as your unwanted companion had entered through the same doors, seating himself beside you, ignoring the near desolate car around you.
You thought you were going to openly cry in public. You had never been so frightened in your entire stint in living in Korea.
“Excuse me sir,” a deep voice said calmly above you. You looked up, noticing the familiar, yet handsome stranger you had made eye contact with earlier. He clutched his novel, his knuckles near white from his grip. “I don’t mean to be disrespectful, but may I take the seat next to my girlfriend?”
The salary man remained quiet for a moment, looking from him to you. He nodded briefly before pulling himself to his feet and sitting in the set of seats across from you.
The young man plopped down beside you without hesitation, placing a careful arm behind your shoulders to rest on the seat without touching you.
“Hey babe,” he said, just loudly enough for the man to hear across the isle. “How was your morning?”
You looked up through your lashes at him, hoping to convey a silent thank you. “Productive, I got a lot done before heading to work today.”
“Good, good,” he nodded with a small smile. “You’re taking the four o clock train home, right? I’ll meet you at the station.”
You looked up from your hands in your lap and over to the man across from you. He continued to watch carefully as you and the stranger conversed. “Yes, four o clock,” you repeated.
“I’m Jaebum by the way,” the stranger whispered below his breath, shooting a careful look to the older man as well. “Sorry if this is a bit much.”
“Y/N,” you nodded quietly. “I’ve missed you Jaebummie,” switching your tone to speak loud enough for the man to hear.
“You saw me yesterday,” Jaebum smiled, having to stop himself from rolling his eyes.
“Even too much is never enough,” you chuckled, so thankful for his presence. The stranger stood, shaking his head as he shuffled down the subway car that had launched forward. Nearly falling over, he struggled down the car, taking a spot much further down from you.
“What a disgusting human,” Jaebum grumbled, now able to talk normally with your newfound freedom. “You know he’s been watching you for the past week?”
“He…what?” you croaked, angling yourself to face Jaebum.
“I mean, inadvertently I’ve also been watching you for the past week,but I feel like I’m significantly less creepy,” Jaebum muttered, shooting a dirty look at the man.
“How did you notice?” you said carefully.
“Well, I like to be at least minimally aware of my surroundings,” he sighed. “I tend to get lost in a novel I’m reading, but I don’t want to miss my train-”
“That’s why there’s an alert,” you muttered, but immediately felt bad for interrupting.
“You don’t know my focus,” Jaebum smiled. “But as I’m reading, about every five minutes I’ll do a casual sweep of the platform. This guy didn’t start showing up until recently, so I’m guessing he’s gotten a new job…or switched his commute habit because he saw something he liked…
A shiver ran down your spine as you listened to Jaebum speak. You couldn’t help yourself as you glanced to the man at the end of the train, his eyes never leaving the two of you.
“I never thought he’d have the nerve to actually approach you though,” Jaebum sighed. “What did he say?”
“Nothing,” you shrugged. “He never said a word.”
“He was practically sitting on top of you!” he gasped. “I even saw your little diversion tactic. Quick on your feet.”
“Thanks,” you grumbled. “Not like it mattered much. I was a damsel in distress without even realizing…I thought I could handle myself.”
“When push comes to shove, I’m sure you can,” Jaebum nodded. “But I didn’t want push to come to shove. Not while I’m just idly standing by.”
“You’re a real gentleman, Jaebum,” you smiled. “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it.”
“Gentlemen Jay,” he smiled, waggling his eyebrows. “I don’t have any sisters…but I do have a mother…I would hope for someone to protect her if they were in that situation as well.”
You nodded, realizing you were easily becoming wrapped up in this man’s smile. If you would have know what a wonderful spirit he had, you would’ve talked to him much sooner than now, not allowing for a traumatic event to bring you closer.
“Now when do you head home?” Jaebum asked.
“Why?” you sighed, looking at him curiously.
“Well, we get off at the same spot, so I’m assuming we’ll be around the same area. I don’t know if we’ll head back at the same time, but if you don’t mind, I can send one of my friends to ride along with you,” Jaebum hummed. “I’ve got this friend Jackson, very into chivalry, would lay his life on the line for you if he had-”
“Jaebum,” you chuckled, immediately shaking your head. “We’ve only just met, I don’t want to be an inconvenience.”
“If something were to happen to you…at the hands of him,” he sighed. “That would sit on my conscience for the rest of eternity, Y/N. Please…just let me arrange something…”
“No,” you repeated. “I’m fine.”
“Okay, maybe you don’t need someone riding home with you,” Jaebum continued. “But you’ll take my number and use it if anything gets a little sketchy, right?”
Your heart leapt at the thought of having Jaebum’s phone number in the depths of your mobile. You quickly nodded, snatching the opportunity in case it wasn’t presented again in the future. You fished your phone from you purse, handing it to JB as he typed quickly into it.
“And of course you’ll let me sit with you in the mornings,” he sighed, handing you back your phone. “At least until this creep picks a new route.”
You smiled, feelings your cheeks become warm with all of his concern. “Why are you being so nice?”
“To be honest?” Jaebum said quietly. “I noticed you a lot longer than he did.”
“Oh, so this is a weird territorial thing?” you asked, furrowing your brows.
“No, well, I don’t want it to sounds as gross as that,” Jaebum laughed. You smiled at the sound. “I’ve just…I’ve been fond of you without ever actually realizing I was. You’re an oddly soothing, unchanging factor in my shifting life. I can always count on the pretty girl to be standing at the subway every morning, backpack over her shoulder, and hairs out of place.”
He reached up, poetically tucking a tendril behind your ear. He grinned, his eyes turning into crescents. “Trains come and go…but you’re my constant.”
“So you’re refusing our deal?” Kris demanded, dumbfounded at the lack of respect the man across from him was showing. Under the table, his hand gripped yours tighter out of stress, and all you could do was run your thumb across his knuckles reassuringly.
This deal between Kris’ gang and whoever’s gang that ran the south half of the country had been in the works for months, potentially years, and it was quite literally in the final moments before signing that the other gang was backing out. It was the last link Kris really needed before he could assume full control of South Korea and begin to monopolize the underground.
And here, this scum that was so low you couldn’t even be bothered to remember his name, was running away with his tail between his legs. You could see the fear in his eyes whenever he made eye contact with Kris, or his guards Chanyeol and Xiumin that hovered behind the two of you, even though he had six men standing behind him.
“Sorry to say it, Mr. Wu, but we are. Simply can’t have a merger like that. Wouldn’t be good for business, you understand?” Despite the breeziness of his tone, the older man’s eyes had something malicious swirling inside them that made it quite clear he had another motive.
Kris’ jaw tensed, and you could tell he was fighting to restrain his temper. “This agreement has been planned for months and you’re just now going back on your word?” he gritted out. “You know I don’t take too kindly to those who don’t maintain their honor.”
Behind you, you heard Chanyeol and Xiumin shift slightly, likely revealing weapons that were supposed to have been left outside of the meeting room, a favorite scare tactic of Kris’.
And for the first time you could remember, it didn’t work. The man across from you and Kris raised a brow, as if he were asking if that was all.
Beside you, Kris tensed, but maintained contact with you as his free hand slipped to the waistband of his pants and slid out a handgun, which he cocked and raised at the man opposite him, who finally lifted his hands, as if in surrender. But as you had no weapon to withdraw, you were left to watch as the six men the asshole gang leader in front of you brought in pull out two guns each.
Meaning about six of the twelve total guns were aimed at you as the weakest point of this conference. The rest of the weapons found aim on your husband and his guards.
And that’s why you didn’t like to attend “business meetings” with Kris.
Immediately, Chanyeol was pulling you out of your seat and away from harm, while Kris stood in front of you, raising his gun in both of his hands and beginning to let his temper reign supreme, Xiumin taking up a similar stance beside him.
But even with two highly trained and highly infuriated men taking the first shots, you knew this would be a battle lost. The six men on the opposing side of the room spread out with a practiced ease, returning fire at double the rate. Xiumin and Kris moved back to back, managing to dodge most of the projectiles that were now whizzing about the room, embedding in the walls and cheap art.
Chanyeol shielded your body with his own and began to propel you away from the conflict, where more of Kris’ men were waiting and could get you away from the bloodshed. Already, you could hear his backups storming closer to the location, no doubt alerted by the sounds of gunfire.
In front of you, the massive double doors parted, revealing the stoic faces of Kris’ most trusted men, who immediately took positions and began firing, and not a moment too soon, as behind you, a cry that sounded eerily like Kris rose above the chaos and reached your ears.
Instinctively, you wrenched yourself away from Chanyeol’s firm grip and turned back towards the worst of the fighting, determined to make sure your husband was alright.
Chanyeol shouted for you, but your eyes and movements were locked on Kris, who appeared to be out of bullets and was now engaged in physical combat. Upon hearing Chanyeol’s shout, however, his gaze was torn from his opponent to you. His attention returned to his rival only briefly, and that was just to knock him out before he was dashing through the turmoil of the gang war to you.
A relieved smile spread over your face for a half second, in which you caught a glimpse of the leader of the gang aim a gun at you as he was being pulled to a back exit by a guard.
And in the next half second, there was a blinding burst of pain on your left side below your rib cage that rippled through your entire body. Shocked by this sensation, you looked down, seeing blood begin to gush out of your lower abdomen, right where the burning pain was, coating your clothes in the sticky substance. As if in slow motion, you realized you needed to put pressure on your wound, so your hands rose to press against the ragged flesh, sending enough pain through you that your vision dropped away for a moment.
But the respite of pain your loss of consciousness provided was ephemeral; it probably hadn’t even been two whole seconds when the world came flooding back to you in too-sharp detail, along with an even worse wave of pain. Yet you couldn’t move, your head was foggy and your limbs were leaden, leaving you trapped inside yourself while you drowned in agony.
Then Kris’ face appeared in your vision that was swimming in and out of focus. His eyes were widened in fear and shock while his mouth was urgently shaping words that sounded like they came from across a football field.
Suddenly, all of your senses returned to you. “Kris,” you gasped, eyes bugging in pain as he shrugged off his coat and pressed it against your injury. Your hand clamped onto his, digging into his skin as you tried to make sense of what was happening.
But then his lips were moving again and the sights and sounds were fading all around you, and your mind still wasn’t keeping up with you, aside from your personal hell. Dimly, you felt your hand release Kris’ and your breathing slow.
Even in your weakening state, out of the corner of your eye you saw Suho, another of Kris’ men, dragging the rival gang leader by his arm, holding a gun to his head. Kris looked up from you, still applying pressure to your gash with one hand while the other lifted his gun and squeezed the trigger more times than your hazy mind could keep track of. Suho released the man, watching apathetically as he fell to the ground bleeding.
You let out a ragged wheeze as you saw him drop, not sure if the sound you made was out of shock or pain or what, but both Kris and Suho refocused their gazes on you. Kris must have delivered a set of instructions to Suho, as he sprinted from your sight in a blur, returning what felt in less than a second with Lay, who had a box with a bright red cross on it.
A warm hand tilted your jaw away from where Lay was opening his kit and removing what looked like torture supplies, bringing your attention back to Kris. His lips shaped your name, but your lids were drooping far too fast for you to see what the rest of his words were.
Annoyingly, you were shaken out of your rest, driving you back to the fire in your abdomen and bringing the world back to you. “Y/N, you need to stay awake,” Kris instructed, concern making his voice break and his eyes widen as they bore into yours.
You were just so tired and hurt, why couldn’t he understand that? Your lips tried to make a response, to tell him just that, but the words died in your throat, as a sharp tugging on your wound and a fresh reminder of what pain really was threw unconsciousness over you like a blanket.
The last things you remembered were Kris’ eyes locking with yours as his lips formed your name and an ‘I love you’.
And yet you could still make a mental note never to go with Kris on business meetings again.
I can’t write endings but I sure can use questionable searches to find out what a gunshot feels like
Author’s Note: Happy Halloween one and all!!! The time has come for the Doctor and his Doll to celebrate this special day in style. But will things go according to anyone’s plan??? Read on for more!!! Check out the previous parts below, and enjoy!!! :)
Swiftly sending Frederick a smiley face, you examined your reflection in the mirror. The beaded dress fit just
right, accessorized with a long string of pearls. After debating between a
feathered headband or a cloche hat, you ultimately opted for a sparkling
skullcap dripping with strands of silver that looked better than your hair ever
could. And there was no way that you were going to spend the night under a wig.
Strapping on your heels, you couldn’t resist the urge to snap your own set of
self-portraits before bouncing back to the bed.
There you scrolled through the series of photos. Selecting your favorite, you
sent it to Frederick, tapped your toes against the floor…
Can I ask for a scenario where the s/os of Akashi,Murasakibara and Kagami are being confessed to but the person doesn't know they have boyfriends? Also their reactions would be lovely~
“You don’t want to do this buddy.”
His brows coiled in expected confusion.
“Why wouldn’t I…want to-“ He shook his head, physically
ridding of the sudden distraction that had interrupted his current. You sighed,
rolling your eyes. Dummy. This dummy. Why does he have to be a dummy? “Look.
I’ve been trying to get up the courage to tell you that I’ve had my eyes on
“Which you’ll soon regret.”
“-And every time we talk, I always get this real natural
chemistry from the flow of things-“
You sucked air between your teeth. “Mmm, wrong choice
“So, I thought since I had nothing to lose, I might as well-“
“Put yourself in a very uncomfortable situation that could be
avoided by simply not shooting your shot?”
“WOW, you’re really not making this very easy for me.” He
blurted through nervous laughs.
You rolled your eyes again, this time the sigh that followed
being much deeper. You didn’t want to do this. You didn’t want to crush this
poor guy’s dreams, make them crumble before even being delivered, but at the
same time, you didn’t want his feelings to touch the atmosphere and then rot
mere seconds after, never giving him a chance to save his pride from
You’d only wish that on the worst of them.
He was a cool guy. The two of you belonged to a lot of the
same classes on campus, so naturally, you latched onto the other being the
familiar provider when a professor assigned pair work. Sometimes he’d ask you
to lunch, everything remaining real buddy buddy so assuming his motives in
terms of you never provoked anticipatory anxiety for a future confession. This
was unexpected. Very fucking unexpected.
And, he couldn’t have chosen a worse day, time, and place to
pull you aside and pour his heart out. You had to make this short and
“Okay, listen here, bud.” You said, placing a hand on his
shoulder. “You’re a cool guy. Don’t get me wrong. It’s just that-“
“You’re not me.” The interruption didn’t come from in front
of you, but behind, which made chills travel your spine. The hand that gripped
your hip seconds after didn’t lighten the sensation. You looked up to catch
amber eyes, the sun behind the owner’s face making him look sinister. When
he smiled, it softened into something light making familiar butterflies tickle
the sides of your stomach. “Hi baby.”
The term of endearment made your lips lift as he wrapped his
arm closer to your middle.
“What’s up?” You whispered back, cupping his hand.
His eyes thinned cutely before flickering up to your company.
When his face straightened and head tilted slightly, you were suddenly snapped
back into your current situation.
“Who’s this?” Akashi asked, his hand loosening around your
middle so he could move in for a handshake. Your eyes immediately moved down to
his attire taking in the crisp white button up shirt paired with tailored grey
slacks. No tie. Instead, three open buttons occupied the spot. He must’ve just
come from a meeting of some kind. “Assuming he’s a friend of some sort,
explaining why you’d even give him the time of day considering your previous
You watched as your friend took Akashi’s hand, his glare as
firm as your boyfriend’s. “Yeah,” He started, looking down at you. “I’m a
Akashi’s head tilted even more. “A friend without a name, I
suppose.” As the boy opened his mouth to respond, Akashi released his grip and
turned to you. “Not all of us have had the privilege of learning a proper
greeting. It’s a shame you couldn’t teach your acquaintance common sense during
one of your lunch appointments, _______.” You rolled your eyes as Akashi began
to wrap his arm around your waist again. “Since things may not connect very
quickly with you since you’re aware of ________’s companionship I’m expecting
you to keep your distance from her as much as possible.”
“Babe, it’s not that serious.”
Akashi looked at you. “It is, my love. He needs to know his
place.” He said in his softest tone.
You sighed, peeking at your friend who was merely watching
the two of you with his brow raised. “Calm down, Emperor, I can take a hint.”
He said before turning to you. “I’ll see you in class tomorrow. Don’t
worry about this. Forget it ever happened.” The smile that he sported told
another story but you simply nodded, watching as he began to make his exit.
Akashi watched as he began to jog in the other direction, his
head turning every so often to take a peek at you. “If he turns around one more
time, I’m decapitating him.”
“Akashi, stop it!”
“He needs to know his place.”
He’s…a piece of work.
“Say one more thing to _______-chin and I’ll have to crush
you.” Your boyfriend is a beast.
Here you were.
Here you both were.
Merely trying to have a simple evening together at your
local flea market with no distractions, complications, or disturbances, but of
course something had to wrong. This wasn’t like him. Murasakibara, your
boyfriend, never had much of temper when it came to other people in association
with you. He always kept a cool head with situations like this, his tall
stature doing the job of scaring cat-callers off or making a guy second-think
his choices of approaching you, but today was different.
So different that there was someone’s life being threatened
because of it.
“A-Alright, man! I-I didn’t know she was your girl! I was
just fooling around with my friends!”
Murasakibara hummed the softest growl as he held the guy 5
feet off the ground by the collar pushing him against a mochi truck.
“_________-chin isn’t some play thing that you can just fool with.” The
stranger screeched as the broad boy got closer to his face. “Touch my
________-chin again and I’ll rip your throat out.”
“Whooooa, whoa, whoa.” You nervously chuckled, pulling the
back of Murasakibara’s shirt. “Atsushi, baby, it’s not that serious. I’m fine.”
His eyes remained on his target as he replied, “He touched
your rear end.” You couldn’t help but laugh at the reference. “I think he needs
a lesson, ______-chin.”
“I DON’T.” The guy screamed.
Both you and Murasakibara glared at him, making him seize
back in fright.
“Babe…I’m fine.” You reassured him again. “Let him go
before you catch a case.”
He looked at the shaking man for a while, his eyes
intimidating. Then, with a light smirk, he dropped him watching as he struggled
to his feet in a sloppy shuffle.
You embraced his back, urging him to lead the way to the
front of the mochi cart.
“You shouldn’t work yourself up like that, Mura-chin.” You
He merely shrugged. “Only I can touch _______-chin like
“She’s taken. Move along.”
You starred up at your boyfriend as he moved in front of you,
blocking the view of the approaching.
You hadn’t seen the guy making his way over, so the sudden
defense from your boyfriend caught you by surprise. Kagami wasn’t really one to
notice things so quickly.
“I said move along.”
You moved closer, placing your hands on his hips and
starting to ease him away from the company.
“We don’t want any trouble, lovey.” You chuckled nervously,
beginning to massage Kagami’s tense shoulders as he pivoted his head to
continue to glare at the enemy. “This is nothing to fight over.”
“You’re always someone to fight over.”
The reddening of his cheeks after the statement slipped from
his lips made you smile.
Quick Tiggy imagine. Not sure if this is gonna have a part two yet. Let me know if you want one! :)
You had just pulled out of your drive as left for work this morning when your car started making a strange noise. At first you tried to ignore it, but every time you came to a stop it sounded like there was a tiny whale stuck under your hood.
“Just great” you mumbled out loud. Just what you needed, as if you needed anything else to pay for this month.
As you neared the turn off for Tellor Morrow garage, you contemplated carrying on, maybe the noise would go away by the time you’d finished work?!
But no, you didn’t want your car to blow up, so you turned left into the parking lot. You’d had your car serviced there a few times, so hopefully the fee wouldn’t be too extortionate.
As you parked up you spotted a guy striding over to you, you’d seen him there in passing, but had never actually spoke to. He had a head of dark curly hair and piercing blue eyes.
You were only wearing jeans, converse and a loose t shirt that showed just a hint of your tanned shoulders and chest but your light blonde hair was down in waves that fell just below your shoulders and the dark kohl liner you used made your blue eyes sparkle. After your holiday a few weeks back you had a golden tan on your toned figure. Despite the fact you’d hardly had any time to get ready this morning, you looked sensational. Well this guy certainly thought you did anyway. As you climbing out of your car he came to greet you.
“Hey doll, what can I do for you?” He asked, a sparkle in his eyes as he looked you up and down. He was clearly checking you out, but to be honest you didn’t mind. Truth be told you were doing the same to him. You couldn’t help but notice his muscly forearms as he wiped his oily hands on a rag. He was only dressed in grey overalls but something about this guy was seriously turning you on. He looked rough and ready and was totally over confident, completely opposite to the guys you normally went for, but he was seriously hot.
You took a breath to compose yourself and explained what was wrong.
He simply nodded, said he’d take a look and asked for the paper work.
You opened the passenger door and leaned inside to the glove compartment, as you did you caught him checking you out again. Quite obviously too. He didn’t seem to make any effort to look away. You thanked god internally you had decided to wear your favourite pair of ripped skinny Levi jeans that morning. As you bent down just a little bit more, making sure he got a good view.
You came back with the paper work and keys and handed them to him, as his hand skimmed yours your eyes locked, a slight smirk starting to creep across his face.
“Thanks, I’m Y/N by the way” you said as you took your hand away.
“Tig” he replied
“You need a ride home Y/N?” he asked.
Although the weather was nice and you probably could have taken a nice long walk home. Something about this guy intrigued you.
“Yeah that would be great” you answered with a smile “if it’s not too much trouble” you added.
“No trouble at all doll. Long as you don’t mind the bike.” He replied as he gestured towards his shiny black bike parked a few spaces down.
You just shook your head and followed as he handed you a helmet and threw on his cut.
Somewhere in the back on your head you told yourself this probably wasn’t a good idea, this guy was easily twice your age and the sons had a certain reputation throughout Charming. While you’d never had any issues with them personally you knew the trouble that seemed to surround the club more often than not.
Ignoring your gut feeling you climbed on, behind him, telling yourself it was just a ride home no need to over think it. You wrapped your arms around his waist as you inhaled the intoxicating mix of leather and cologne.
It was then you knew you were in trouble.
The person had a presence that made you shrink back. Your shoulders hunched and your arms closed in on your sides. You couldn’t help but try and make yourself look as small as possible. A man loomed over you. They wore a tailored made suit which was grey in colour and impeccably pressed. Their hair was black and his fringe was swept to one side. He had a tidy beard that lined his strong jaw. He had dark shadows under his eyes which made the red glint within them shine bright against the darkness. You gulped against your dry throat as he bent down to meet your terrified gaze. Reality seemed to bend around him. You battled against the pressure and sudden dizziness that consumed your senses. “I -I know y-you” you stuttered as struggled to keep on your feet. “I should hope so.” Said the figure “but just to be sure, would you humour me and tell me who you think I am?” The dizziness came too much to bare and you crouched down and put palm to the floor to steady yourself. “Darkiplier” you said between heavy breaths. “But you’re not-” “Real?” Said Dark, finishing your sentence. He twitched slightly. “And yet I’m standing in front of you” “M'dreaming” you mumbled. The low chuckle that came from Dark unnerved you further. “If that’s what gives you comfort” he said as he crouched down. He looked the heart on the sleeve. “But you’ve let me in, whether you want to believe it or not.” You managed to look at the heart too. It was glowing with a red light and it pulsed just like a heartbeat. You felt a burning sensation on you arm where the heart was. You hissed at the pain. It felt very real, even though you held on to the belief that this was just a bad dream. You were willed yourself to wake up.
Dark watched as you winced in pain. He stood up and straightened his tie. An evil grin grew across his face as you let out a whimper. You were gripping your arm. “Wake up” you whispered. Dark grabbed the front of your t-shirt and lifted you up with relative ease. You gritted your teeth at the sudden movement and squeezed you eyes shut as a fresh pulse of pain rushed through your arm. “Look at me y/n” commanded Dark, calmly. There was something in the way he asked you to look at him that made you do what he said. When he saw you had opened your eyes, he raised you to be level with his own. “You let me in. You belong to me” You tried to grab his wrists but the constant disorientation that still flooded your mind made it impossible to keep a grip. “No” you growled through the pain “I don’t” Dark loosened his hold on you and you fell into an exhausted heap on the floor. “I just want to-” you couldn’t finish “You’ll wake up soon enough” said Dark. He turned away from you “and when you do you’ll see that you’re mine” you watched as he walked away from the light and disappeared into the shadows. “I’ll be waiting”
You woke up and bolted upright. A thin sheen of sweat covered your back. You could see sunlight shining through the gap in the curtains. You sighed in relief when you realised you were in your bed and in your lounge wear, not in the clothes you were in before you fell asleep. The last of the grogginess left you and you yawned. The dream you was intense and you were glad to be awake. You stretched out as you sat up. The you felt a sting on your left arm that made you blood run cold in an instant. You looked at where the sensation came from. Your heart nearly stopped when you saw it. It was small but distinctive. Pixelated lettering that looked just the font used on the heart of the Markiplier’s heroes motif was burned on your skin. It said one word: Darkiplier’s Then you heard Dark’s deep chuckle come from nowhere. It echoed around your room and deep in your mind. In that moment you realised that Dark was right. You knew there was no escape. You let him in. You stood up to go and open your bedroom door. Dark stood on the other side. He stared at you with a small but victorious smile. His hand pressed gently on you shoulder. A sudden calm swept over you.
“Dear y/n” said Dark from behind you “You’re going to be of great use to me” You nodded without a shred of resistance. You were his.