#undercover lover

[toxicality]

Pspspsps Mugmutt fluff from my AU pspspsps

[ririchonne]

[madamsixx]

I'm one of his secrets. He buries me under the sheets 😂

[backtothefanfiction]

Trying to write undercover lover but it’s slow going, the length it’s built to in my head feels slightly overwhelming but I know it’ll all work out eventually. Just gotta keep doing little bits every day but currently writing out of order based on how I’m feeling in the moment and it’s so weird. I actually hate it. But I know it’ll be the fastest way to get this done for you all.

Anyway, teaser below the cut

Joaquin shot a glance in Honey’s direction. She was only a couple years younger than Joaquin but had far more money and power than he ever would. Dressed head to toe in Chanel, Honey was the eldest Dixon. She had gone to college and gotten a degree in business so she could take over some of the assets in her Fathers ownership. Mainly his series of clubs, hence the meeting in the Viper Room.

She was pretty for sure and if she had come from any other background she would have been exactly Joaquin’s type, but given his true nature for being here- and the fact he’d just had to kill a guy for sleeping with one of Dixon’s daughters- Joaquin thought it best to try and not see her in that light at all. But the way her calculating gaze locked onto him, her lips pursing together in a formal and somewhat judgmental way, he figured she was probably far less interested in jumping in his pants than her little sister was anyway.

[newbuddylove]

[practicecourts]

Thursday snippet

Read Undercover Lover on ao3 and a possible chapter 2 snippet under the cut…

thank you @eastwindmlk for the amazing banner!

When his shift finally ends, and he’s changed into his regular clothes, he knows he should leave. Go home, eat, rest, sleep and come back tomorrow morning. Again, his feet go back to the ICU, this time they bring him straight to her bed.

She’s still unconscious, her bed is surrounded by machines, other than that she’s alone. He checks for her name and doesn’t find it, which means the hospital has no means to contact any next of kin or emergency contacts.

James wonders if she remembers him, or if she moved on along with her boxes and perhaps has already met someone else. It’s been over three months. And even if he hates the thought of another man sitting in the blue hospital chair, holding her hand, it feels wrong she’s here all alone.

He pulls the chair up, sits down and takes her hand in his.

With the steady beep every time her heart beats in the background he tells her his name, tells her how he looked for her. Despite her pallor he can still see freckles scattered over her cheeks and nose. Her lips are separated by a plastic tube, held in place with white tape across her face, some hair has got stuck underneath as well. He touches a loose strand with his free hand, and remembers how soft her hair had felt then.

James swallows down the bile that threatens to rise up from his stomach, his grip on her hand tightens. This version of her is all wrong, she is too dull, too lifeless, too alone, and he knows he can’t go home.

He doesn’t know how long he sits, just holding her hand in silence. But once he begins to speak the words just keep coming. He tells her he isn’t going to leave, not again. He tells her his name, asks hers, chastises himself for leaving that night. He tells her he went back to her apartment, and to the bar but no one could tell him anything about her.

He asks if she really is a spy, if her jokes were actually a cover-story.

Even when he knows she can’t hear him he keeps talking. Even when he knows she won’t wake up and answer, he keeps asking her questions.

[navybrat817]

That last Nick gif 🥵🥵🥵🤤🤤🤤

The man just looks good with a gun, lovely. We need to see more of it. 😏

Love and thanks! 💙

[chuuyaxsoukoku]

Undercover lover

@dazaixsoukoku

It was just a typical evening for the redhead. Blurs of colours, flashes of lights and V.I.P treatments at the most sought out clubs. The only difference this time would be that the rockstar needed to leave earlier than his friends had planned. He had an important rehersal and he couldn’t risk fucking it up for a small fix or alcohol. It wasn’t that Chuuya did drugs often, maybe once or twice. Other times he’d slinked his way out of it or just pretended. 

It wasn’t until he staggered out the bar and down the short cut of an alley where he witnessed two figures stood over a guy passed out on the floor. Even if it was a usual occurrence for this kind of area, Chuuya’s instincts told him right away to get the fuck out of there. He could feel every hair on his arm stand up when his gaze passed over the guy laid on the floor. His subconscious thankfully picking up on the fact that the man was too still even for someone falling on hard times. Chuuya himself, isn’t even sure how he managed to get away when he met eyes with one of the standing males. He didn’t even give himself a chance to stop or even exchange a moment longer. How he made it home or how he even made it in to a taxi before that, he’ll never know. His minds a whirl of confusion. Luckily for Chuuya his apartment is empty again and his fiancé isn’t there to question him about why he’s borderline a panic attack.

The following days are normal, Chuuya convincing himself that it was a figure of his imagination, inspired by the sweet devil of alcohol. There was no news about a mysterious body or killing, there was no story about anyone going missing that Chuuya had seen. He knows, he’d obsessively started searching on his breaks. It’s only after a week or so that Chuuya starts to think he’s paranoid. There’s small items of his missing or things he’s misplacing, his apartment door is unlocked multiple times. He could have sworn that he’s seeing a shadow in the corner of his eyes around the streets as well.

It’s only when, one day he’s walking home towards his apartment complex that he sees the flutter of a black coat strikingly similar to his memory of that night. It’s not the male he saw, just a girl in her best heels walking past with a friend. Chuuya decides to reach out to an agency he found out about while scrolling, he’s had enough of being paranoid.  - “That’s why Fukuzawa-san I’d like to request the help of your subordinates. I don’t want the extra publicity of involving the police. Not over a small matter of fangirls stalking me. But I am interested in employing someone to be a full time- live in body guard for a couple of weeks at least.”

Chuuya lays down the folders on his desk. “I am interested in this one called Dazai, he has quite a lot of experience”