#(catching them in 4k right now ��� /j)

[robloxiathroneofpixels]

are builderman and shedletsky making out sloppy

[ They are, indeed, making out sloppy. ]

[ Should I clip them. ]

-MOD

[proceduralpassion]

constellations in chicago | chapter one

Author's Note: Welp here it is! My first Kevin Atwater series (def not my last, I'm already plotting another series lmao)! Excited to finally share and I hope y'all enjoy!

Synopsis: Kevin Atwater and Kennedy Evans are inseparable as teenagers. Best friends, lovers, soulmates. The whole world lies at their fingertips as they strive to reach their dreams together. However, life happens. Things change. Circumstances both within and out of their control collide and soon enough, the paths they find themselves on drive them away from each other. A dual timeline narrative on who they are in the past and who they come to be. Maybe this is a love story. Maybe not.

CW: language (if I ever miss a CW, please lmk!)

WC: 4k

2003

Kennedy clutches her chest with a gasp. Kevin snickers and avoids a hit to the shoulder. 

“You always do that,” she groans. The shrill sound of her locker slamming never fails to raise her blood pressure. Like clockwork, her best friend, now boyfriend?, would always amble over right when she was finished grabbing things out of her locker and slap the screechy metal door closed. It didn’t matter how many times he did it, it always left her heart racing out of her chest.

She’s wearing her black leotard and leggings, all prepped for dance rehearsal and Kevin can’t help but glance admiringly at her figure. Kennedy catches the look and smirks despite herself.

“Stop,” she admonishes, “I have practice in fifteen minutes.”

Kevin shrugs, “You want a drive?”

Now that they’re sixteen, he drives his mom’s car to school after dropping her and his younger brother off to work and daycare. He’s just found out his mom is pregnant and his dad has barely been present due to taking on yet another job to support the family. Taking the car means he gets to cart himself back and forth to school and his part-time job without worrying his mom or interrupting her day.

Nevertheless, he also doesn’t hesitate to use the Oldsmobile as a make out spot and personal chauffeur services for Kennedy. The dance studio area is on the opposite side of the school campus, but gives them a few extra minutes together during the day.

Kennedy doesn’t bother with a reply, merely walking ahead of him towards the exit doors. 

“Damn, you getting spoiled,” Kevin jokes.

She pokes him as he reaches her and they begin walking step to step, “You act like you were gonna decline me. First off, you NEVER do. And second, you’d be a complete shit head to ask if I want a drive and then just not give me one.”

“Just for that, one of these days, I AM gonna do that.”

“Mmm hmm,” Kennedy doesn’t even reply, knowing that hell would freeze over before Kevin Atwater would deny her anything.

They head over to the student parking lot for the short trek over to the studio. Kennedy’s become more focused than ever now that they’re in the thick of their junior year. It takes a year to apply to some performing arts programs in Chicago and she wants to have a head start in making a name for herself as scouts start attending recitals and showcases. 

“What are you doing after you leave here?” Kennedy asks. She settles into the passenger seat and hands him a fun size packet of Skittles from her book bag. 

“Work… As per usual,” his tone is tired but he doesn’t let her pull her hand away before kissing it in appreciation for the candy.

There’s an idiot freshman who runs across the street to head into the open field that leads out onto the main road and without hesitation, Kevin holds his arm out to brace Kennedy as he stomps on the brake. 

Kennedy curses and reaches over to blow on the horn, yelling “Dumb ass!” out the open window.

Kevin snickers.

“You don’t have to arrest them, but when you become a cop, I hope you go out of your way to scare the shit out of inconsiderate ass fuckers who jay walk themselves into nearly becoming roadkill.” 

“So just fuck the drug dealers on every damn block of the hood, huh? Go straight after the cross walk violators?” He jokes. 

Kennedy chortles, “I said you didn’t have to arrest them!”

They’re at the studio in no time. The walk would’ve tacked on an extra ten minutes or so for her, not to mention burned precious calories when she’d already be burning plenty during practice. She takes her hair out her bun because she loves the sensation of her coils and curls hitting her face as she pirouettes and fouettes. Kevin watches her pull the simple black scrunchie on her wrist and he slaps it against her skin for good measure. The admonishing slap of the hand she gives promptly after is just as routine. 

Now that she’s gathered her bag and arranged herself for rehearsal, she doesn’t want to get out. Her seatbelt is off but she’s still sitting comfortably.

“You getting out?” 

“Shut up!” she yells with a smile. “What time do you get off?”

“6:30. You tryna kick it?” He works at the local diner and the lady that runs it is nice enough to let him create his own schedule that works around and helping out his family. 

“Hell yeah. It’s Friday.” 

“Like you don’t be out on these streets every day of the week.”

“Shoot me for being a social butterfly, damn!”

Plus, anything’s better than home for Kennedy. The constant criticism from her stepmother. The constant absence of her father. The leering eyes of her uncle who mooches off his brother by taking up residence in the basement. 

She’s at Kevin’s house more than her own, which has been the case ever since they met freshman year. The deal after her parents’ divorce was that after middle school with her mom, she’d transfer to the Cook County school system and spend high school with her dad. The adjustment living under her dad’s roof was none too pleasant and the two plus years since haven’t fared much better. She’s not a social butterfly because she can’t turn down a party. It’s because being anywhere but home was a better alternative. 

When she finally confided in Kevin of all of the ways her family life is a nightmare, he started inviting over to dinner at his house. From there, a friendship evolved into something deeper.

“Aight, so what’s the move after practice?”

He shrugs with a mischievous smile on his face, “We’ll see.” 

He leans in for a kiss but she mushes his head out of the way before getting out of the car. She hears his boisterous laugh as she walks all the way towards the driver’s window and smacks their lips together.

“See ya later, fool!”

Kev gets to work at Malone’s Diner and spends the next three and a half hours serving customers and cleaning tables. He got the job over the summer to help start buying his own clothes and school supplies for the year. It seemed to eliminate some stress from his mom and it didn’t hurt that he could bring home dinner once or twice a week to keep her out of the kitchen. She was only just now starting to show but her anxiety has been on ten even before she sat down and told Kevin he was going to be a big brother again. It didn’t help that his father was gone more often than not, taking on a slew of random jobs to help contribute to the household. 

Before he gets ready to leave, he texts Kennedy.

You hungry?

He doesn’t wait for her to respond, but grabs a slice of strawberry cake for her anyway. He places it into the bag that holds enough sandwiches and onion rings for his mom, dad, Kennedy, and himself. 

Strawberry cake is calling my name baybeee

He snickers at the text just as he’s getting ready to leave the diner. 

Gotchu

They head straight to his little brother’s daycare after Kevin picks up Kennedy. His mom doesn’t get off for another half hour so they take their time, taking a brief stop at the corner store to get his mom some peach rings. Dinner’s been touch and go this past week with her morning sickness, so something sweet is usually a safe option if she finds her meal intolerable.

“You mad at me?” Kevin blurts out. He can’t stand the silence and Kennedy has been uncharacteristically so since he picked her up.

“Why would I be mad at you?”

He shrugs, “You just seem out of it.”

“Got a lot on my mind,” she murmurs. "Anyways! Have you thought more on what you're going to do after graduation?"

Kevin takes the shift in conversation as the distraction that it is. He chuckles at her, "We got like two years until we graduate. You know that, right?"

"Less than two years, actually. And it's never too early to think about long-term plans."

"Well, you already know my long-term plans. Until then, the focus is getting this money up to help out my fam."

Kevin had been decided on joining the police force for a while now. His mind hadn't wavered on that front, his purpose found in serving his community in the best way he knew how. To make it feel safe. To provide a haven for a neighborhood that he felt comfortable letting his younger brother and soon to come sibling roam around without impending danger. In the mean time, he could devote himself to his family, picking up whatever gigs strapped him enough cash that kept his father home more and his mother less stressed.

Kennedy nods, biting the inside of her cheek. "How does your mom feel about you becoming a cop?"

"I mean, she def has her worries, but overall she's supportive."

"Good," she says, before further adding, "I worry, too."

Kev looks over at her, grasping her hand in his across the gear shift.

"We gonna be alright," he promises.

"You better be."

"Besides, who else is gonna show up with flowers, acting a fool in the first row when you close opening night with a killer ass solo?"

Kennedy giggles as he reaches out, tugging a curly lock of her hair.

"You know it! It's why I'm working so hard to become more visible. If I can get a major part in the spring showcase next semester, it'd really help with scouts from conservatories to see what all I'm all about."

"Yeah, you're gonna land up at some big name like Julliard and forget all about the little people."

Kennedy glowers. "Absolutely not! I'm not leaving Chicago. Maybe for some touring, but the Windy City is home."

"I'm just saying, Ken… I've seen you dance. That shit is out of this world. You're gonna be turning down offers at the end of the day."

Now parked outside his mom's job parking lot, he leans over to kiss Kennedy. His little brother in the backseat has other plans, though. Just before their lips meet, a toy block hits him square in the jaw.

"Aye! You s'posed to be my wing man!" Kevin yells towards the backseat.

Giggling, Kennedy takes off her seatbelt and crawls to the backseat. Their mom will be out shortly and she always minds her manners, allowing the pregnant woman to take the front passenger seat. Besides, she enjoys the face time she gets with her second favorite Atwater.

"Hi, cutie pie!" She purrs as she pinches one of his chubby cheeks.

At eighteen months old, Jordan was inching slowly but surely into the toddler stage. He was in that exploratory era where he was getting into anything his two feet could take him. A lot of his conversation was still baby babble, but he recognized familiar faces and graced them with their own nicknames.

Kennedy had been christened "KenKen."

"Ken" had been a frequent nickname, even by acquaintances and classmates, so the extra "Ken" made her feel special.

He lights up as she plays with him, his arms reaching far, even behind the secure hold of his seat belt.

"I'm your favorite, aren't I? Yes I am!"

Kevin rolled his eyes at her babbly baby talk.

"You staying for dinner, right?"

Kennedy shrugs. "Might as well."

A few minutes later, Gloria Atwater is walking out her job at the call center. She plods to the car like her feet hurt and they probably do with the old, battered sneakers she's had for who knows how long. Her frame slumps as she settles into the car, and even still, the smile on her face is effervescent as she greets her boys.

"Hi, my sweeties!" She greets. She grabs Kevin's face in her two hands, planting a warm kiss on his cheek. She looks to the back and tickles Jordan's belly, eliciting shrieking laughter from the young boy.

Once she has her own seat belt on is when Kevin finally cranks the car back up.

"Miss Kennedy!" She looks back to her as Kevin reverses the Oldsmobile. "Who's popping on the charts this week? I gotta go CD shopping this weekend."

It's the same questions she always asks. The two had bonded on the first afternoon Kevin had brought her home because Kennedy had burned the new Beyonce album through LiveWire on the household's computer.

Gloria had come home to "Baby Boy" blaring in the living room and they were instant friends from the moment the woman made Kennedy teach her the basics of belly-dancing.

"Snow Patrol's new project has been making waves."

"Who is that? A rapper?"

Kennedy chuckles. "No, they're a rock band. The album's good, but kind of depressing. They're all break up songs."

"Ahhh, fooey," she dismisses. "I need some heavy hitters. Something more happy! The only sad singers I listen to are Whitney and Celine."

"It'd be nice if you actually let Whitney and Celine sing. You be sounding like a dying cat tryin' to hit those notes," Kevin intercepts.

Gloria playfully jabs at his arm. "Boy! My vocals are blessed."

"By who?? Surely, not the man upstairs."

The trio breaks out into laughter altogether with even little Jordan joining in, clapping his hands with excitement.

It's late enough in the evening that they eat dinner right when they get home. Lew, Kevin's dad, was already home, only because he needed time for a quick nap before heading out on the road for work. Everyone ate at the table together and when it was over with, Kennedy washed the dishes so that Gloria could rest.

Kevin frowns when he walks into the kitchen.

"You ain't have to do that. I was gonna handle it."

Kennedy shrugs.

"You were focused on helping get Jordan to bed. Figured I could be productive."

Though not completely satisfied, he lets it go. He grabs the plastic bag labeled Malone's and holds it up.

"Wanna go have dessert?"

Kennedy squeals in excitement, breaking out into her happy dance. She reaches to grab the bag before Kevin raises it up above her arm reach.

"Greedy ass," he mutters as he leads the way outside.

She pushes him despite the amused chortle that falls out of her mouth. "I'm bout tired of you calling me out my name! You act like you ain't about to hog that entire slice, guppy lips."

"I ain't got no other choice if I want to have a bite."

Once outside, they settle on the back steps that lead out into the backyard. It's a paltry, narrow space with its brown fences pressed up against the neighbor's fences on both sides. The grass is getting taller and Kevin scolds himself, making a mental note to mow the lawn by the end of the week.

Instead of releasing the plastic container that holds the strawberry cake, Kevin feeds Kennedy bites, taking turns in between to taste some of the moist dessert for himself. It's not his favorite flavor, that would be red velvet, but any cake made by Bertha Malone, is the best sweet confection that would ever land on your lips.

Once they demolish the cake slice and Kennedy licks the remaining swipe of frosting, the two settle in closer together. Kennedy leans her head on his well-muscled arm.

"You doing anything this weekend?" He asks, grabbing her hand and lacing their fingers together.

She shakes her head, looking up at the stars. "I got homework to catch upon."

"You ain't even doing nothing with the girls?"

"Jahlecia got a new boo," she rolls her eyes. "You know she don't be paying me and Zip no mind when she in love."

"I thought she just broke up with ole dude from Washington Park," Kevin chortles.

"They broke up in July." Kennedy looks up at Kev's confused expression. July was only last month and it's only midway into August. "She don't care about no cool off period. It's onto the next soon as she kick the old one to the curb. Anyway, this guy's from Oakland. Lives over on 35th."

"He white?"

"You know of any white people from Oakland? Be for real…"

Kevin snorts. "Shit, you never know. I can't clock her tastes. The dude before Dustin was Salvadorian. And the dude before that was Nigerian. Her whole roster a United Nations meeting."

Kennedy giggles, shoving his arm and sitting back up.

"Leave my friend alone!"

Silence settles between them with the lingering notes of summer present in the cicadas chirping. If they look real close, there's even one or two fireflies hanging around and lighting their way through the Chicago night air. Kevin thinks twice about breaking the peacefulness, but ultimately decides to re-question her anyway.

"You gonna tell me what had you quiet when I picked you up from rehearsal?"

Kennedy sighs, takes her time to reply. So much pause dawdles where anyone else might think she's simply not going to answer. Kevin knows better. Knows when to push and when to pull back. Sometimes, she has to sit with the inner reccesses of her thoughts, clutching them one last time before she allows them to spill from her mind.

"It's just so brutal sometimes," she starts off. "I love it. Everything melts away when I'm dancing. I want to do it for the rest of my life. But then every single criticism and jab leaks in and sucks all the fun out of it."

"Nothing worth having comes easy, Ken. People probably hard on you because of how good you are."

It's a statement that comes with truth, but also unawareness. Kevin doesn't know how cruel her dance instructors or even her dance classmates can be. The inappropriate comments about her body. The vicious taunts when she's even off-balance by less than an inch. The callousness with every word that leaves her feeling like she doesn't belong. She knows it's not personal because that's what the culture of dance is. Her own mother, a performing arts director abroad, lacks tact and nurturance when it comes to criticism.

Kennedy pushes through it because she has no choice. She needs dance like she needs air. But a part of her wonders in fear if she'll lose her passion as the stress of such pressures builds and builds.

"Maybe so," she remarks.

He crooks his fingers, indicating for her to come closer. She lifts off the stoop and settles in his lap, his arms holding her in place. She leans against his chest, taking slow, comforting breaths.

This place. His embrace. It's the only place that rivals the stage. The only place she's felt safe as of late.

The thought of such makes her turn her head and kiss him like he's wanted her to all afternoon.

His hand finds her jaw, holding her there as the world stands still. He crushes her to him, and she lets him, her own arms sinking around his frame.

Oxygen is the only thing that finally separates them and even then, Kevin reclaims her lips once more before they finally part once again.

He looks at her with marvel, the stars behind her providing the perfect backlight framing her face.

"You and me?" He says.

Her reply, "Always and forever."

2014

Kevin's stressed. Not as stressed as he imagines Antonio to be given his son was kidnapped at the hands of a notoriously brutal Colombian drug lord. But his mind is still incredibly frayed. Him and Kim have been on high alert, listening on the radio for suspicious activity and awaiting instruction from the Intelligence unit.

That was on top of his usual patrol duties, along with making sure his aunt was able to pick up Jordan from hockey practice and that Vinessa had the supplies she needed for her school project they were supposed to work on tonight. He's also got to make sure his police blues are ironed and pressed for Willhite's funeral, a sure to be sorrowful event that Platt had notified everyone of earlier.

This all swirls in his mind as he sits behind the wheel of this patrol car that smells like ass. They're not far from the bus terminal that Intelligence was able to track down as the kidnapper's probable exit strategy. The plan is put together loosely and swiftly, threatening to fall apart at any unforeseen scenario that could end up with a young boy losing his life.

He doesn't know Antonio well, but he doesn't have to. To lose your child is an unimaginable loss to even conceive. Kevin's nerves rattle with frenzy as he forces his mind not to go there. The Intelligence crew is one of the best units in the city. If there's any one who can reunite father and son together, it's them.

Kim sits besides him in the passenger seat and when he glances over, he recognizes the laser sharp determination in her frame. She sits ramrod straight with her hand resting on her radio, primed and ready to hit the ground on further instruction.

She's just as hungry as he is. Tenacity and passion underlie her drive and that's exactly why he can't ask for a better partner.

Their patrol car sits clandestine in a spot swarmed by bushes and automotive repair equipment. They're situated near the back where buses come to get repaired, but in an open enough position that they can take off with a moment's notice if shit goes left. The only nuisance is the spotty reception with radio interference coming across the waves once or twice since they've been parked here.

It's why they both turn up their personal radios as well, not wanting to potentially miss an important piece of communication.

The radio in the car hums with a low buzz of staticky interference as it floats between the police line and a local arts station.

Famed dancer… returns home to Chicago after her most recent tour… put down roots… direction remains unknown.

Kim's radio sounds off briefly with intel about Diego being spotted boarding a bus with his kidnapper. Kevin shuts off the car's radio, leaning closer to Kim's radio as they listen to the improvised plans Ruzek and Olinsky make up on the spot now that they know that Lindsay's on board too.

The static cuts in and out, a whisper of chaos beneath the calm. Kevin's jaw tightens as he listens to the plan unraveling in real time.

There’s no time to think about the past. Not when a kid’s life is on the line.

By the time they reach the scene, it’s already shifting from chaos to cleanup. Antonio’s got Diego in his arms, the boy clinging to him, small and shaken but alive. Antonio stumbles as he embraces his son, not even trying to hide the tears.

Kim exhales beside Kevin, shaky, the kind of breath you only let go of when you’ve been holding it for hours.

Kevin doesn’t speak. He just watches as Diego wraps his arms around his father’s neck and buries his face there, safe again.

The ride home is quiet.

Antonio sits in the back, one arm draped protectively around his son, the other hand clutching the boy’s backpack like it might disappear if he lets go.

It's well into the night when they drop Antonio and Diego off back at their home. They bask in the relief that fills the air as Diego reunites with his mom, sister, and aunt.

Kevin and Kim smile, allowing themselves only a moment of invading the intimate reunion before driving off.

By the time Kevin gets home, the adrenaline’s worn off, leaving only fatigue, raw and heavy in his bones. He approaches the front gate of the house, keys in hand, ready to shut the world out for the night.

Still, he'll have to evade sleep for maybe another hour or two to make sure Jordan and Vinessa are tucked in for the night, prepared for another school day.

As he nears his front steps, his walk falters. Because his world has just became off-kilter.

He sees her.

Kennedy.

Sitting on his front stoop, elbows on her knees, looking up at him like she never left.

[wellbelesbian]

WIP Wednesday

halley wednesday, folks! today i've got some more from my shoulder to shoulder sequel, a bit of Dev and Niall banter. the fic is finished, it's just a little 4k thing, but i've decided to post it for @carryonthroughtheages so i'll have to sit on it for now.

“The police knew people snuck around in the woods at night, so they’d started patrolling. They’d put on these dark blue overalls and balaclavas so you couldn’t see them! So, that night, we’re walking through the woods, and I’m shining a torch up ahead to make sure I don’t faceplant over a tree root, when my torch catches on some reflective eyes a couple of yards away, but clearly at waist height. And Niall says:”

We all look expectantly at Niall, who groans theatrically, then reluctantly says, “bloody hell, those are some big rabbits.”

“And I said ‘they’re police dogs, you daftie!” Right before the fuckers started barking and we had to leg it.”

a lot in this fic is inspired by anecdotes from a book my grandad lent me: From A Rock To A Hard Place by Beverley Trounce. i'll put all the ones that made me laugh, some of which i used, below the cut!

here's the relevant passage for this snippet:

here are two more i took inspiration from, i shared one such exerpt last week:

and here are some that i just found interesting:

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End Up Here Chapter 6

Chapter Summary: A few weeks into dating, Emily's friends finally get to meet Dean.

Word Count: 4k

A/N: Last chapter is here! This does feel like a quick ending to me because as you might be able to tell by how much effort I put into including details about Emily's friends and place of work, I had initially planned on making this longer. I even have a separate Google Doc made for a character list (people and horses) and details about them. But I kind of lost interest in writing anymore and was happy with this as an ending point. I hope everyone else agrees!

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Six weeks went by during which Dean and I saw each other every weekend. We’d gone out to eat, seen a movie and attended a concert which we agreed was one of the worst concerts we’d been to, but it was still fun just being with him. Last week the fair had been in town so we spent our time together enjoying the food and rides and watching the rodeo. It was a lot of fun, but we both wanted to do something a little more lowkey the next weekend. 

We planned to spend the day together. He came over to my house at 10 am. He spent a little bit of time trying to get to know Ziggy – she was a bit nervous around him the way she was with every new person she met, but she didn’t outright hate him the way she sometimes did, so I was counting it as a win – and I appreciated his effort. He seemed to genuinely want to gain her trust. Whether for my benefit or his own, I wasn’t sure, but I was happy about it nonetheless. We took her for a walk right away, trying to get out before it was too hot outside. It gave us a chance to catch each other up on the events of the week and gave Dean a chance to see a little bit more of the town he was currently calling home.

We spent the rest of the morning playing card games and ordered Chinese food for lunch. After we ate, we sat together on the couch for a mini movie marathon. We’d both come up with a list of five favorites. We would choose from the list at random and get through however many movies we felt like watching. Leaning into Dean’s side, his arm around me and Ziggy curled up in my lap, I was happier than I could remember being in a long time. When supper time rolled around I threw a couple of frozen pizzas in the oven. 

Our last movie of the night finished just after midnight. We said goodbye and Dean kissed me in a way that left me a little weak in the knees. He kissed me for the first time after our second date and at least once every time we were together since then, but I was still nowhere near being used to the way it made me feel. It wasn’t because he was such a great kisser – which he was – it was just him. Being with him just felt right. I couldn’t be anything but happy when he was around. Sometimes just looking at him made me a little breathless so I really didn’t stand a chance when we were touching. I wondered if and when that would stop being the case.

Now it was Monday morning and I was in the office. It was Labor Day so we weren’t having any classes. We all came in for a meeting which ended ten minutes ago and were now just hanging out. Those of us who had plans for the day didn’t have anything going on until the afternoon, so we were just enjoying the company. Currently Lauren was trying to find a horse she’d seen for sale the other night and insisted was “absolutely perfect. We have to get him.”

“We already have all the horses we need. We’re not looking for new ones,” I reminded her.

“I know,” she said, waving me off distractedly. “But you’ll change your mind when you see him. Everybody has room for one more horse when it’s a horse like this.”

I knew that wasn’t the case. No matter how good of a horse it was, we simply didn’t have a need for it and as a nonprofit organization, we couldn’t afford to just throw money down on every good horse we came across. But I would humor her. This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence and she knew as well as I did that we wouldn’t be buying him. She just got excited about showing off nice horses when she found them, something none of us could fault her for.

“Ah hah!” She said triumphantly. “Here it is.”

We all crowded around her to see this amazing horse. I quickly scanned the pictures and information and rolled my eyes a little. I could see why she liked him. He was a very nice looking horse. Good conformation, good size, and the short video posted showed him to also be a good mover who listened to light cues. But the biggest reason she liked him, I knew, was because of his color. Lauren was a sucker for a dapple gray. 

“Isn’t he perfect?” Lauren swooned. There were a few murmurs of agreement and admiration.

“Depends on what you mean by perfect,” I answered. “He’s certainly not a good fit for here.”

“What? What could possibly be wrong with him?” Lauren countered.

“What is wrong with him?” Morgan asked. Though we all knew this was just for fun and not a serious interest in the horse, Morgan was quite serious. She was very proud to be part of this program and very good at her job, but her job was an office job. She didn’t get involved in the horse side of things, but she was always interested in learning more.

“Not counting the price?” I asked pointedly. Everyone looked back to the screen and saw the $17,000 asking price. It wasn’t unreasonable for that kind of horse – he was bred to be a show horse and had pretty decent bloodlines after all – but it was out of our price range.

“But just look at him move.” Rose insisted, always enjoying being difficult. In a teasing way of course. “Plus, he’s gorgeous.”

“He’s way too young,” I countered. He was only three years old, and we didn’t take horses younger than six. It was safer to have horses with at least a few years of experience on them.

“But he’s gorgeous,” Rose and Lauren said at the same time. 

“He’s a stud,” I argued. This very important fact didn’t shut the conversation down the way it would have if this were a horse we were really considering. 

“What’s wrong with trying something new?” Lauren asked.

“Alright then Lauren, if you want him so bad then how about you buy him and donate him. And then figure out a way to rearrange all the horses so he’s not with any mares while you’re at it.”

“Done,” she said immediately. I just laughed. 

“Speaking of studs,” Natalie said with a teasing smile. “How’s yours Emily?” 

“Yes, how is Dean?” Jackie quickly jumped in, always eager to know about people’s personal lives. 

“How’s Jake?” I countered, naming Natalie’s boyfriend of almost a year.

“He’s great,” she grinned, humoring my attempt at deflection. “He treats me like a queen. Very polite and gentlemanly during the day and practically falls at my feet to worship me at night.” Or teasing me for not immediately sharing, apparently.

“Great. Thanks for that mental picture,” I scowled. I didn’t mean it though, and she knew that. We shared pretty much everything with each other and Natalie especially was not shy with the details. This was not new information.

“Anytime,” she winked. “See how easy it is to share? Your turn.”

“I feel like all we talk about anymore is me and Dean. What about Hannah? How’s it going with Riley?” I asked.

“We talk about everybody pretty equally actually,” Jackie countered. I guess she would know. “You just don’t like to be the center of attention so it feels that way to you.”

She wasn’t wrong. And in the spirit of not wanting to be the center of attention, I brought it back to Hannah again.

“So? Riley?” Despite our predictions that night in the bar, the two of them were still going strong. Apparently Hannah really liked the guy and we had very badly misread things.

“Please. We’re old news,” Hannah said dismissively. 

“Old news? You’ve only been going out for like a month longer than me and Dean,” I said.

“Oh, that’s right!” Hannah said excitedly. “You’re coming up on two months aren’t you?”

“And you’ve managed not to scare him away!” Rose enthused, calling back to the joke she made the day after we met. “Congratulations! You must really have him hooked.”

“That joke just doesn’t get old,” I told her, trying to sound annoyed. The small curl I could feel in the corner of my mouth probably gave me away though. “You know, I think it might actually be even funnier the second time.”

“Well it’s certainly funnier than the ridiculous memes Jackie thinks are hilarious,” Rose replied. 

“Hey!” Jackie squeaked out in mock outrage. “They are hilarious. It’s just that none of you have a sense of humor.”

“Well I can see you ladies are hard at work,” said a deep male voice behind us. I recognized it immediately. 

“Dean!” I gasped out in delight as I spun around to see him. He was standing in the doorway looking happy to have surprised me, if not a little awkward.

“Hi,” he smiled my favorite smile, the one that made his eyes light up, as he opened his arms for a hug as I made my way to him. As his arms closed around me a strange mix of a steady, mellow contentment and a wild, overwhelming excitement filled my chest.

“What are you doing here?” I asked. 

“I just wanted to surprise you,” he shrugged. “And I hear so much about this place, I wanted to see it too. Sorry to interrupt,” he apologized to everyone else in the room. I pulled away from the hug but leaned into his side when he left one arm curled around my waist. “I was trying to wait for a break in conversation, but there wasn’t one and it was starting to feel like eavesdropping more than anything, so I figured I should just say something.”

I knew without looking that everybody would be ecstatic at this turn of events. They had all been dying to meet Dean and while I’d promised to figure out the best way to introduce them all, I admittedly hadn’t been trying very hard. I was happy just to keep him to myself for a little while longer.

“Wait,” I said, feeling a small frown form on my face. “How long were you standing there?”

“I came in just in time to hear you talking about the gorgeous boy who was too young. I’ll admit, it was a relief to realize you were talking about a horse.”

I saw the teasing gleam in his eye and whacked him on the shoulder. The laugh he’d been holding back broke free and I huffed and rolled my eyes, but couldn’t stop a smile from tugging up the corners of my mouth.

A throat cleared, letting me know that someone was done with waiting for introductions. I looked back at my friends and saw Jackie with a raised eyebrow. She must have been the impatient one then. 

“Oh. Um, guys, this is Dean,” I said unnecessarily. They all knew very well who he was. “Dean, this is Lauren, Jackie, Natalie, Rose, Hannah, and Morgan,” I told him, gesturing to each girl as I named her. 

“It’s so nice to finally meet you!” Jackie said, perfectly fitting the part of an overexcited mother meeting her daughter’s boyfriend for the first time. “We’ve heard so much about you!” She continued, oblivious to the betrayed look I shot her way at this comment.

“Only the good stuff I hope,” Dean answered good naturedly. 

“Why?” Rose asked. “Is there bad stuff?” She said it in a joking tone, but I knew she was partially serious. 

“Rose.” I said in warning. It had only been 20 seconds and I was already itching to get Dean out of here, away from the group of women I loved like family but who, much like a real family, had the power to be truly embarrassing and frustrating. Dean brushed it off easily, though.

“Nothing bad enough to complain about I hope.”

“But we can’t forget the two most important questions,” Morgan chimed in. “How does Ziggy like you and how do you feel about horses?”

I smiled, grateful to her for lightening the mood before the others could start throwing out tactless, prying questions. They didn’t mean to be so intense and were actually usually better in smaller groups, but when we were all together like this, they just got too excited and carried away.

“Mm, yes. Very important questions. Answer carefully,” Nat agreed playfully.

“Well I only just met Ziggy so she’s not too sure of me yet. I’ll win her over though,” he said confidently. “And I’ve spent very little time around horses, but I’m willing to learn.”

“Great answer,” Jackie said approvingly. 

“Ok,” I said before Rose could voice whatever question she was clearly about to ask. On the one hand, I didn’t want to leave immediately when they just wanted to get to know Dean better, but on the other, I didn’t want to subject him to an unending line of questioning. Although he really should have known better than to drop in unannounced if he didn’t want to be interrogated. “I’m going to go show Dean around. We’ll see you guys later.”

I could see that they wanted to protest, but they all said goodbye. I didn’t miss Rose’s mouthed wow! when Dean’s back was turned or Jackie’s encouraging thumbs up. I ignored them both.

“It was nice to meet you,” Dean said with a wave as I ushered him out the office door, through the kitchen, and then outside.

“Hold on a second,” Dean said, sounding amused at the way I was dragging him along with me. He planted his feet and gently pulled on the hand I had tangled with his. “What’s the hurry?”

Just trying to escape before they decide to ambush us out here, I thought. 

I let him pull me closer as I tried to come up with an answer that wouldn’t make my friends sound bad. Before I could come up with anything though, he put one hand on my waist and one in my hair as he leaned down for another one of his butterfly-inducing, knee-buckling kisses. It wasn’t a long kiss, but I was still a little breathless when he pulled away.

“What was that for?” I breathed out. He smiled, looking a little proud of himself. Probably because of my inability to control my reactions around him.

“Just saying hi,” he told me. “I didn’t get a chance before. I didn’t figure you would appreciate it if I kissed you inside in front of all your friends.”

I laughed.

“That was very sweet of you,” I told him. “But I’m afraid waiting until we were outside was pointless. I can almost guarantee they’re all watching out the window right now.”

We both turned to look at the big picture window facing the deck we were currently standing on. Sure enough, there was a flurry of motion as they all scurried away.

“It’s the thought that counts?” Dean said a little apologetically.

“It’s fine, Dean,” I assured him. “It’s not like they weren’t already well aware that we’re dating.”

I took him on a tour of the facility. I explained to him how we did things and he had lots of questions. He asked about the different kinds of tack, some of the things we had set up in the arena, and, as I took him around to show him the horses, he wanted to know everything I could tell him about each one. I was really happy to see his genuine interest.

I didn’t expect his response when I expressed my surprise at the detailed questions he was asking.

“You’re just so in your element here,” he explained. “Normally you’re pretty quiet and sometimes unsure. You seem happy to let anyone else take the lead. But here? You’re like a whole different person. It’s really cool to see.”

I flushed a little at the assessment and the bit of pride I could swear I saw in his eyes, but I also couldn’t disagree. I’d noticed that myself. I’d actually come out of my shell quite a bit thanks to this job, but outside of work I was still pretty reserved a lot of the time.

Once I’d shown him everything and finally exhausted his seemingly endless questions, we decided to head back to my place. Dean wanted some more time to work on winning Ziggy’s affections so we planned to scratch a few more movies off of our list. 

I told Dean to wait outside while I ran inside quickly to grab my things. Rose’s car was the only one still in the parking lot. I braced myself for the probability of her questioning but was ready to brush her off at least for the day. Dean waiting outside was a reasonable excuse for not hanging around.

She was sitting at one of the desks, absently scrolling through her phone, clearly waiting for me. 

“Look, Rose, I know you want to talk, and I promise we will, but I don’t have time right now. Dean’s waiting for me,” I told her, making a preemptive strike.

“That’s ok. I assumed you would be spending the day together.”

“Oh. Then… Why were you waiting for me?” I wondered.

“I just wanted to be the one to let you know that we all love him.”

“Really?” I asked. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, that’s great! But I got him out of here pretty quickly. You barely talked to him.”

“Yeah, about that. You’re going to have to let us actually talk to him one day, you know.”

“I know. And I really do want you guys to get to know him. It’s just-”

“It’s just that all of us all at once can be a little intense and you didn’t want to freak him out. I get it,” she said. “And we’d love the chance to talk to him, but we don’t need to get to know him to like him.”

“Because he’s so good looking?” I asked a little wryly. She smiled, but didn’t take the bait like I thought she would. 

“Because we were watching you two together out there – don’t give me that look. It’s spying, it’s rude, it’s wrong, I know. But we were curious, so sue us.”

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t contain my smile and gestured for her to continue.

“Anyway, we were watching you together and honestly, I’ve never seen you so happy. It’s obvious that you’re completely gone for the guy. You look at him like he’s the only one in the world who matters. And he was looking at you the same way. What more could we ask for, for you?”

“Thanks, Rose,” I said, feeling overwhelmingly happy. I gave her a hug.

“So on a scale from 1-10, how good of a kisser is he?” She asked. Of course she had to go and ruin the moment. I grabbed my purse and water bottle. 

She wasn’t a gossip like Jackie, but she still loved gathering up all of the nitty gritty details. Now that I thought about it, I was actually kind of surprised she’d waited this long to ask me this question.

“You’ll never know,” I told her, not wanting to get into it. Partly because Dean was right outside and it felt weird to touch that subject with him right there, and partly because Dean was right outside and I didn’t want him to have to wait too long.

“Obviously not. That’s why I’m asking you,” she insisted.

“Bye, Rose! Don’t forget to lock up!” I said over my shoulder. I heard her grumbling as the door closed, but knew she wasn’t mad. Just as she knew I would give in and give her the details eventually. 

“Ready?” Dean asked from where he was leaning against his car.

“Let’s go,” I agreed.

~~~~~

A little over an hour later, after stopping for lunch, we were just getting settled on the couch. I grabbed our list of movies, ready to choose a new one. 

“I have a question,” Dean said.

“Another one?” I asked, feigning exasperation. Dean’s answering smirk was knowing.

“Don’t pretend like you didn’t love answering all those questions.”

He was right. I couldn’t deny it. I loved telling people about my work and I loved Dean’s interest.

“What’s your question?” I asked.

“It’s just something that’s been bothering me. A comment one of your friends made before you knew I was there.”

Uh oh. I wracked my brain, trying to remember exactly what we’d said. Did something offend him?

“She made a comment about how you haven’t scared me away yet.” He continued. “And then you said it wasn’t the first time she’s said that.”

“Oh,” I said, not really sure where he was going with this. “What about it?”

“Don’t you see a problem with that? I mean, why are your friends assuming you’d scare me? I know you said that before me it had been a while since you dated, but that doesn’t mean there’s something wrong with you.”

“It was just a joke,” I assured him. I loved that he was trying to look out for me, but I wondered why this upset him so much.

“But why?” He asked again.

“It was just… a way to lighten the mood I guess.”

He didn’t say anything, just raised an eyebrow and waited for me to explain. I sighed.

“Dean. Do you realize how attractive you are?” I asked him. “I mean, like… being realistic here, you’re kind of out of my league.”

His eyebrows wrinkled and his mouth pulled into a small frown.

“You think-”

“No, I don’t think. I know,” I cut him off. “And this isn’t me fishing for compliments or anything like that. It’s true. I know you’ve said before that you think I’m attractive, and I believe you and I’m glad, but the reality is, no matter what you think, you are out of my league. I mean, you could be a model.”

“What does this have to do with anything?” He asked, clearly not agreeing, but willing to let it go for now to hear my point.

“Well… remember how I told you I got ambushed at work the day after we met?”

“And they thought we went home together,” he said, confirming that he did remember.

“Exactly. When I told them that’s not what happened… Well they just didn’t want me to get my feelings hurt. They told me that you were probably the kind of guy that was just trying to use me. And when I let them know that definitely wasn’t the case, Rose just made a joke about how if you were so great, I needed to make sure I didn’t scare you away. She was just trying to lighten the mood. It really wasn’t an insult.”

He thought about it for a moment. 

“Ok, you’re right. I guess that’s not so bad. But just for the record…”

He kissed me again. It was much more intense than any other kiss he’d given me before. This was not a spontaneous, ‘just because I feel like it’ kiss. It wasn’t a hello or goodbye kiss. It wasn’t even an end of the night, leave ‘em wanting more kiss. This was a possessive kiss. A point proving kiss. I tried my best to keep up with the level of passion and enthusiasm he was throwing into it. When he finally broke away, I was very glad to be sitting down. I was sure I would have fallen over if I’d been on my feet.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he concluded. 

“Um. That’s… yeah. I’ll be sure to give Rose the good news,” I said a little stupidly. My brain was working in overdrive and apparently none of it was helping with speech.

He laughed. It was a sound of pure happiness. Giddy, almost. I realized that I was ridiculously, hopelessly in love with this man. And I remembered what Rose said. About how Dean looked at me the same way I looked at him. Could he possibly feel the same?

“I mean it. I’m here to stay. I hope that’s ok with you.”

My cheeks hurt from the grin that split my face.

“I think I might be ok with that.”

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[charmed-asylum]

Paddy paddy paddy got me feeling like a baddy oh oh oh oh holy child lord mercy. If he just look at me with those eyes I’m coming in with the I do any and everything crime you want. “ I had no idea what he meant by that, but the way he said it sent a wave of excitement over me for some reason. And the smile he gave me made me melt. I knew that when it came down to it, I would help him with anything “ But man 4k and honey you had me from 1st word to the last huh I can’t I been to hold on to wall and hope I can make it( I can but bit a thread)

Now w paddy he always had plans but did his plans change from beginning to when he meet YN to him spending time to that letter to now. funny tho w all that all she got of that is so what we gonna do about this side bitch.

“ His charm was like a spell. However, it was one that I not only didn’t mind being under, it was one I wanted to be put under” I gotta say ones like that can be the worse I once read a case file when a person of interest was being investigated and in it they state one of the ways he got his victims ( like many ) was from his charm and no lie knowing this I still give in to this man .

It wasn’t til watching movies like this to know what faith we put in doctors. Like just because Paddy as fine as he is said doctors orders Louise gives in to all beliefs.

Our reader though out this story proves what a special breed she is. I mean apart of me ( thanks to you ) can understand her and relate and feel bad for her. “ I had to hide my laugh behind a cough as I watched it all happen. To tell the truth, I couldn’t tell if he had purposely done it or not, considering she had told them she was a vegetarian in Italy. Either way, watching her struggle to chew it was satisfying. If it were anyone else, I probably would have spoken up on their behalf so they wouldn’t have to eat something they were against. But she was such a people pleaser it was satisfying to watch her reap the consequences of it. “ that here kinda funny because she herself while she might see it looks to please paddy so would she see this as same or different behavior.

Ben trying to make a comment or even a sigh about her career really gets me mad bc haha u one to talk and who gives free child care if YN has a life and place to live maybe if u not only treated her like a person but her age once again she would not be so drawn to Paddy thick fine ass . Or even him getting mad at everything she does like how u gonna be mad at her when u treat her the way you do or fact he don’t even know his surroundings, smh he a trip

Did he do anything to that cider . ?

“ I wasn’t listening too much to the conversation, too busy watching Paddy as he smoked. The thoughts running through my mind were filthy. Oh, what I wouldn’t give to kiss him right now and have him shotgunning it into my mouth. “ honey me too lord oooooo J J J got me feeling crazy

It’s funny she must understand what he gonna do with saying this “ My eyes then landed on Ciara, and if looks could kill, I would be six feet under and then some. But the moment she saw me catch her eye, she averted her gaze to Paddy as she looked at him lovingly and reached over for his hand. I tried to ignore the pang of jealousy that hit me as I reminded myself that in a few days, somehow, he would be all mine. “ I wonder if Ciara aware of what her and paddy had waiting for her would she surprise the two and kill reader 1st. Bc honey u must see it . How can she not . Then Louise catching them ish ahhhh mmmm mmm mmmm lord I almost scream think she gonna do or say anything? Because what should of happen was she wakes Ben up throw her ideas at him a light bulb finally clicks on after god knows how long they force her ( maybe w force ) to leave this man and never come back. But no because they ain’t shit and you don’t . Huh they suck . I gotta say tho that psycho part hahaha has me dying bc oh that’s me. Ish reading I do like a bit of the dark side. I wonder tho why she said what she did at the end why she said those two like not Ben or Louise but Agnes huh I wonder can it be bc she envy them

Yours Pt. 4 (Paddy x reader) (Speak No Evil)

Warnings: DDDNE (that is your warning that this is gonna get a little fucked up here), manipulation, controlling relatives, lying, p in v, infidelity, let me know if I missed any

Word count: 4355

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After we were shown around the house, we made our way back downstairs. Ant had to go finish his chores outside which included checking on the animals. Agnes wanted to go see them as well and so after getting approval from Paddy, she was allowed to go. Lousie being the overprotective mother she was of course had to follow her out, which prompted Ben to go as well. 

“Ciara, why don’t you join them? I am going to check on dinner.” He said, and she gave him a smile and nod before following them out. 

I had actually ran upstairs to use the bathroom and when I got back I was going to head out with the rest of them to not create any suspicions just yet, but Paddy stopped me. 

“Yn, wait, I need to talk to you.” He said, urgency in his voice. 

I walked over to where he stood in the kitchen with a confused look on my face. 

“Remember how I said that we are going to have to be very careful about what we say and do around Ciara… she may be a little jealous over what happened in Italy.” He said. 

I covered my mouth in shock, “I’m so sorry, Paddy… I thought she was okay with it… I- I had no idea… did she see the pictures too?” I asked nervously. 

He shook his head, “It’s okay, and she was for that one night… but after that…” He sighed heavily and shook his head, “And no, I hid the pictures, keeping those for my eyes only… and don’t get me wrong, I still want you more than anything… I just need some time to take care of some things first, okay?”  

I was a little skeptical, “Paddy, I have to ask… you told me I wasn’t going back with them… if that’s the case, what is happening with you and Ciara? I may be young and sweet, but I am not one for sharing, not long-term… so how does she fit into this?” I said, motioning between the two of us. 

Paddy flashed his charming smile and looked me in the eyes with his piercing blue ones, “You still trust me, don’t you?” 

His charm was like a spell. However, it was one that I not only didn’t mind being under, it was one I wanted to be put under. 

“Of course I do, Paddy.” I said, biting my lip slightly as I glanced down at his before focussing back on his eyes. 

“Ata, girl. Come here.” He said, pulling me to him and kissing me roughly. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything.” 

“Okay, … is there anything I can do to help?” I asked, genuinely wanting to help him with anything he needed me to. 

He smiled at my offer and used his hand to cup my cheek before giving me one last kiss, “Not yet, baby, soon, but not just yet.” 

I had no idea what he meant by that, but the way he said it sent a wave of excitement over me for some reason. And the smile he gave me made me melt. I knew that when it came down to it, I would help him with anything. 

Reluctantly I stepped away from him and went to join the others outside. We stayed out there until the sun began to set. Conversation mostly just included the two kids having their own while Ciara talked with Ben and Louise, leaving me to just sit and listen mostly. I was beyond relieved when Paddy opened the door and called out, letting us know dinner was ready. 

We all went inside and made our way to the kitchen. Sitting on the counter was a dish covered in tin foil. It smelt absolutely amazing. 

“Ta-da!” Paddy said as he grabbed the tin foil and ripped it off, revealing some type of roasted bird. 

“Wow, that looks amazing, Paddy.” Ben said. 

“Thank you. Was, Libby, our prized goose, out on the farm. Killed it and cooked it with my own hands.” Paddy said as he began to slice it. 

“Oh, you didn’t have to do all that.” Louise said from where she stood off to the side, clearly already uncomfortable. 

“You’re our VIP guests. It’s the least we could do.” Ciara insisted. 

I watched as Paddy sliced off a piece of meat and the turn to walk with it over towards my aunt. He approached her, holding out the fort ready for her to eat off of it, “Our gift to you, Louise, the best part of the roast.” He said, bringing it up to her. 

She tried and failed to deflect it to someone else as Paddy insisted further, “Come on, doctor’s orders.” He said and she finally gave in, taking the fork in her mouth. 

I had to hide my laugh behind a cough as I watched it all happen. To tell the truth, I couldn’t tell if he had purposely done it or not, considering she had told them she was a vegetarian in Italy. Either way, watching her struggle to chew it was satisfying. If it were anyone else, I probably would have spoken up on their behalf so they wouldn’t have to eat something they were against. But she was such a people pleaser it was satisfying to watch her reap the consequences of it. 

The rest of dinner went on fairly uneventfully. That was until Ciara turned her attention towards me. 

“So, Yn, why do you still live with your aunt and uncle? You’re old enough to move out by now, aren’t you?” She asked. 

Her question must have caught Paddy off guard as well because his eyebrows shot up as he looked over at her and then to me, waiting for an answer. 

“I’ve been trying to save up to move out, actually. But it can be hard, making a steady income doing what I do.” I said, causing Ben to scoff slightly. 

My uncle didn’t approve of my career choices, saying I would never make a living doing it, but it was my life. 

“Oh, what do you do?” Ciara asked. 

“I’m a photographer. I’ve done a few bigger jobs like weddings, but I mostly try to stick to private photoshoots.” I explained. 

Paddy nodded, “Yeah. I’ve seen her work. It’s stunning.” He said, giving me a subtle pointed look, and I knew what he was actually referring to, “She showed me some back in Italy.” 

“Ooh, I’d love to see them sometime.” Ciara said, and I nodded. 

“Of course. Maybe I can even take some for you while I’m here.” I said.

“That would be nice.” Paddy said with a smirk that only I seemed to catch. 

After dinner concluded, everyone began going their separate ways. Ciara and Louise went upstairs to put the kids to bed, leaving just Paddy, my uncle, and myself downstairs. 

“Are you sure you’ll be okay sleeping down here? You can always stay with Louise if you want to. I can stay down here. I won’t mind.” Ben offered to me out of nowhere. 

“What? Are you and here still having issues? If you don’t want to sleep with your wife, say so. I am fine sleeping down here.” I said, rolling my eyes. 

“It has nothing to do with that, and you know you’re not supposed to bring that up. I just wasn’t sure how you feel being so… exposed to an older man in his house.” He explained. 

“Oh, after Italy, I thought us two were just going to bring up things the other has explicitly told the other not to… and for the record, I feel perfectly safe around Paddy.” I said just as Paddy walked into the room. 

“The two of you have got to try this. Here.” He said, handing each of us a bottle. 

I eyed it suspiciously, waiting for him to explain.

“It’s hard cider, made it myself with our farm-grown apples.” He said, popping the lid off his and taking a swig. 

I followed his lead and did the same with Ben not too far behind me. It was unsurprisingly very good. After that dinner Paddy made, I had little doubts that there was anything he couldn’t do with his hands. 

“Damn, Paddy, this is really good.” I said, before taking another drink. 

“Slow down, killer,” He said, leaning forward as if to say something to just me, but he still said it loud enough, obviously, for Ben to hear it, “I don’t think your aunt and uncle would take too well to me getting you drunk again.” He joked. 

“Getting her drunk again? When was the first time you got her drunk?” Ben asked, clearly suspicious. 

“Okay, maybe not me directly, but when she, Ciara, and I went to the club in Italy, Yn did get quite drunk.” He explained, throwing Ben off his trail immediately. 

Ben nodded, “Oh, that’s right.” 

As the two other adults arrived back down stairs, Paddy was pulling out a hand-rolled cigarette. I eyed it, wondering if it was, in fact, what I thought it was. Neither Ben nor Lousie knew I had ever smoked weed before.

“Geez, it’s so quiet out here. Do you even have neighbors?” 

“Yeah, all the way across the valley, but you know we look after each other,” He paused, taking out his lighter,  “You don’t mind if I?” Paddy asked, hesitating before lighting it. 

When he was met with no pushback, he lit it up and took a long drag from it. 

Ben laughed to himself before responding to what Paddy had just said, “Ours are right across the hall, and I don’t think we’ve ever spoken.” He said. 

“Mr. and Mrs. Gibson. They’re a sweet old couple. Have cute Tabby cat that I’ve taken pictures of before.” I said. 

“Well, I guess Someone has spoken to them. When did you even meet them?” He asked, confused. 

“When we moved in.” 

“Louise, you have a bad neck?” Ciara asked suddenly, diffusing the tension building between Ben and me and drawing the attention to my aunt. 

“No, uh… it’s just something that flares up sometimes.” She said. 

I rolled my eyes. Yes, she had a fucked up neck. Has had it for as long as I could remember, honestly. But again, she’s a people pleaser and would never admit to anyone that she wasn’t 100% comfortable, nor would she ever let anyone know that she and her family were anything less than perfect. 

“Medicinal? It’s homegrown.” Paddy offered her his cigarette. 

“No, thank you. I took a pill.” She said. 

“Oh, modern medicine. It is amazing…” 

As Paddy spoke offered it over to Ben, and I was truly stunned when Ben took it and brought it up to his mouth. He passed it back to Paddy after taking a hit. Truth be told, I wasn’t listening too much to the conversation, too busy watching Paddy as he smoked. The thoughts running through my mind were filthy. Oh, what I wouldn’t give to kiss him right now and have him shotgunning it into my mouth. 

I snapped out of my trance as Paddy leaned forward once again to pass the blunt over to Ben. But before he could grab it, I leaned forward and snatched it. I settled back in my seat with my eyes closed as I took a long drag from it. I slowly exhaled. When I opened my eyes, everyone was looking at me. 

Ben looked just plain shocked, Lousie looked mortified, Ciara seemed slightly annoyed and Paddy looked like a mix between proud and turned on. 

“Yn, what are you doing?” Louise asked. 

“Enjoying myself.” I replied, taking another hit. 

“When did you start smoking pot?” Ben asked. 

“You make it sound like I do it all the time. I just do it when I feel like it. And for the record, like 4 years ago.” I said before finally passing it back to Paddy.

“Who would have thought this perfect, sweet girl would have such a wild streak in her?” Paddy said, leaning back in his chair before taking a long drag. 

“She does seem to be full of surprises.” Ciara agreed, sending a worried shiver down my spine. 

“You don’t even know the half of it.” I said, feeling a surge of confidence. 

I continued to sip my drink and just listened, I had closed my eyes, letting the weed in my system and the warmth spreading through me from the cider relax me. That was until I felt like someone was staring at me. I opened my eyes and scanned the room, expecting to be met with Louise’s unapproving sideways gaze, but she wasn’t looking over here. My eyes then landed on Ciara, and if looks could kill, I would be six feet under and then some. But the moment she saw me catch her eye, she averted her gaze to Paddy as she looked at him lovingly and reached over for his hand. I tried to ignore the pang of jealousy that hit me as I reminded myself that in a few days, somehow, he would be all mine. 

“Well, I think it’s about time we retire for the night. Let Yn get some sleep.” Paddy said. 

“I think that’s a good idea.” Louise said. 

There were plans to go out on a hike the next day so we really should be getting to bed soon. 

“Oh, Yn, just a heads up so I don’t scare you. I do get up quite early to do the rounds with the animals. I’ll do my best to be quiet, though, so I don’t wake you.” Paddy said, sending me a subtle look. 

“Oh, Paddy, I am sure it would be okay if you slept in for once. I mean, we do have guests. I don’t think the animals’ schedules will be thrown off that badly. Besides, you wouldn’t want to accidentally wake her. He’s never quiet in the mornings.” She said the last bit, turning to me. 

“It’s alright, Paddy, I am intruding on your home. Please do what you need to, and don’t worry if you wake me up. I really don’t mind.” I said sweetly enough to let him know I got his hint but not enough to cause suspicion… I hope. 

I was gathering up my PJs and facewash to go get changed and ready for bed in the bathroom when Paddy came back downstairs. At first he paid me no mind as he went to lock the front door. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I turned around and found him standing right behind me. 

“Shit, Paddy, don’t sneak up on me like that.” I said with a small laugh. 

“Sorry, just needed to see you before I go back up there.” He said, reaching a hand up to cup my cheek. I immediately leaned into it. 

We stayed like that for a moment, in a comfortable silence, just reveling in the fact that we were back together once again. Slowly, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to my lips. When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against mine. 

“God, this may be worse than just having the pictures to look at. Knowing you’re down here, so close, yet not being able to have you is absolutely tortuous.” He whispered. 

“Soon.” I said, pressing a quick kiss to his lips, “That’s what you told me, right?” 

He nodded, straightening back up to his full height, and dropped his hand, “That’s right.” 

“What time do you get up in the morning?” I asked. 

“Early. 5:30.” 

“Mhm… out in the shed?” I asked. 

“Sometimes…” 

“Well… hopefully you are tomorrow, preferably with a blanket at… let's say 5:45? Because that’s where I’ll be at that time…” I said sweetly. 

“I think I can manage that. Just know what you agreed to. You sure you’re going to be able to go on the hike later tomorrow after I’m done with you?” He asked. 

“Hmmm, we’ll see I guess.” I said giving him one last kiss, “You should get back upstairs before she gets suspicious.” I said with a sigh. 

“After you.” He said, stepping to the side and nodding me past him to go up first. 

I laughed, knowing he was just letting me go first to stare at my ass, not that I was complaining. When we got to the bathroom, I stopped and faced him. “Good night, Paddy.” 

“Good night, Yn.” He leaned over and kissed my forehead before passing me and heading up to his and Ciara’s room. 

Once he was out of sight, the door to the guest room opened, and my aunt stepped out. 

“What was that about?” She asked, confused. 

“What?” 

“I thought I heard Paddy out here… telling you goodnight.” “He did, he came downstairs to lock up, I was heading up here to change and wash my face.” I said confused by here questing what was happening. 

“Did… Did he, um, kiss you goodnight?” She asked, eyebrows knitted. 

“It was a quick peck on the forehead, no more than the one he gave us when we left Italy. What’s the big deal?” I asked, getting annoyed. 

“Isn’t that still a little weird?” 

“No, I think he’s just friendly. It doesn’t really bother me… Look its late, we were in the car all day I really just want to get to bed.” I said before slipping into the bathroom, not giving her any room to say anything else. 

When I got downstairs I set an alarm on my phone just in case I didn’t wake up when Paddy came down in the morning. Luckily I fell asleep quickly with the anticipation of being with Paddy come moring. 

When my eyes peeked open again I found Paddy sitting at the other end on the couch. He was lacing up his boots seeming completely unaware that I had woken up. That was until he spoke up. 

“Sorry, did I wake you?” He asked with a smirk. 

I stretched some and sat up, “Hm… maybe.” I smiled. 

“Make sure you turn your alarm off, darling, don’t want to wake anyone else up.” He said, leaning over to kiss me. 

I smiled into the kiss, “Should I just come with you now?” I whispered. 

“I was hoping you would.” He said, pulling back and standing up. 

He offered me his hand and I took it. I was secretly hoping my hair wasn’t a complete mess as I slipped on my shoes and followed Paddy outside. The sun hadn’t even risen yet as he led me through the yard, to one of the doors of the shed. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a leather cord that was attached to one of his belt loops on one end and had a set of keys on the other. He unlocked the door before gesturing me in. When he stepped in he shut the door before moving to lay down the blanket on top of the straw-covered floor. 

“Sorry, it’s not the fanciest.” He said, turning to look at me. 

“I don’t care.” I said, immediately closing the distance between us and kissing him. 

His response to the kiss was instantaneous as he took control and backed me up to the side wall. My back hit the rough bricks, but I couldn’t find it in me to care. 

“I’ve missed you darling… missed this with you.” He said between kisses. 

“Take me, Paddy, please.” I begged as he began working his way down my jawline to my neck. I had been dreaming of this moment ever since we left Italy. 

“So eager.” He mumbled against the hickey he was making on my collar bone. 

Part of me was worried it would be seen by the others, part of me didn’t care, but secretly the majority of me wanted them all to see it. I wanted them all to know I was his… especially Ciara. 

Next thing I knew, he was moving us away from the wall and over to where he had laid out the blanket. I kneeled down, bringing Paddy down with me. 

“Wait, what the fuck?” I asked, feeling something weird under my ass. 

I grabbed it through the blanket and found it was a lock. 

“What’s this for? Is it like some secret sex dungeon? Or are you secretly like a serial killer or something?” I teased. 

He let out a small laugh, “It’s nothing. Promise. And do you really think I could be a serial killer?” 

“I don’t know, you may look cute, all covered in blood, chasing me down…” I said, only half joking. 

“What is wrong with you?” Paddy asked in amusement as he shook his head, smiling. 

“Okay… one of my biggest crushes is Billy from Scream, okay? Just something about fucking with their victims before killing them, it’s kinda hot. I know that’s like so fucked up, but I can’t help it! Ever since I watched the movie at like 15, I was hooked, and it never went away…” I admitted. 

“That’s so fucked up, Yn. He killed people…tsk tsk.” He said, shaking his head but still smiling. 

“I know! I know, I can’t help it though.” I said blushing slightly. 

“Hmmm… so you like serial killers then?” He teased. “I mean, I guess in theory.” I said. 

“And in practice.” He said, tone suddenly changing to be much more serious.

On the surface I was confused but something deep down in me understood. 

“Paddy… what do you mean?” 

“I think you’ve already connected the dots… I told you, you wouldn’t be leaving… and I meant it. Your aunt and uncle won’t be either… I want you to be by my side when it happens… you can even help if you want to. Or, you can let me take care of it, let me free you from them… you said you were mine, didn’t you?” He asked, gently caressing my cheek. 

I nodded immediately, “I’m yours Paddy. Please, free me.” 

I pulled him back down to kiss me. He groaned into the kiss, gripping the back of my head to pull me closer. Then in one swift motion he flipped us so that I was straddling his waist. I could feel his hard cock, begging to be freed from his jeans underneath me. I grinded my hips down onto it and let out a soft moan as his bulge bumped up against my clit. 

His hands went to my hips, slipping up under my sleep shirt. It raised up exposing the fact that I hadn’t worn any bottoms. 

“No panties, sleeping on my couch? You trying to drive me crazy?” He asked. 

“Hm… maybe.” I said, pulling away and reaching down to undo his belt.  

I unzipped his pants and he helped me pull them down along with his underwear just enough to free his cock. 

I lifted myself up on my knees and reached down to line him up with my entrance, but he stopped me. 

“Wait, darling.” He said, reaching down into his pocket that had been shoved down. He pulled out a condom and used his teeth to open it before quickly putting it on. 

“There we go, don’t want to risk anything, do we?” He said, grabbing my hips once again. 

He guided me down onto his cock slowly. I let out a loud moan as he stretched me open slowly. Once he bottomed out I sat there for a moment to get reacquainted with the size of him. 

“As much as I love the pretty sounds you make, love, I’m going to need you to keep it down. Okay? Don’t want the wife hearing you now, do we?” He asked. 

I shook my head. Then he gave my hips a gentle squeeze before guiding me to move up and down on his cock. I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning. One of my hands stayed on his chest to steady myself, and the other went down to my clit. 

My pace was matching his pace, slow circles just enough to drive me crazy as the pressure slowly began to build. 

“You’re getting close, aren’t you, darling?” He said. 

“Yeah,” I sighed out, subconsciously speeding up my pace on my clit. Paddy picked up his pace as well, sending me even faster to my climax. 

“Fuck, darling… you look so good, so fucking good, on my cock like that.” He said, and I knew by the way his cock twitched inside of me he was getting close as well. 

“Paddy, shit. I’m…” Before I could finish my sentence, my walls were clutching onto him as I came. 

“Damn it, love…” Paddy groaned as he came as well. 

Honestly, I was cursing that condom from preventing me from feeling him shoot his cum deep inside of me. But I knew it was for the better. We were already taking so many risks together we couldn’t afford to be that risky… not right now at least. 

We both caught our breaths and after a moment I went to lift myself up, but Paddy stopped me. 

“Not yet, just come here, darling.” He said pulling me down to lay on top of him. 

I laid down gently, resting my head as best I could onto his chest. 

“I fucking missed you, darling, and your perfect pussy… it truly was made for me, wasn’t it? All of you was made for me.” He said, rubbing his hand up and down my back. 

“Only you, Paddy. I want to help kill them. All of them… I just have two conditions.” I said. 

“What are they?” 

“I get Anges and… I get to kill Ciara.” I said, turning my head to look at him. 

“Who said anything about killing her?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“I did. I said I am yours, if that’s true, then you don’t need her anymore. She needs to go too.” I said simply. 

He smiled evilly, “I like your logic, dear… you have yourself a deal.” 

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[ladyelissarose]

‘A Mother’s Revenge’

Chapter 9 - ‘Revelation’

Warnings: LONG CHAPTER (almost 4k)- but! this particular chapter is pretty dark. So beware as guns, fighting, blood and death are mentioned more. Angst and all as well!

Enjoy and good luck ;)

Melione’s POV

‘Wait-‘

“Graves where are they taking Alejandro!?”

Graves rolled his eyes and held me still with a rough hand on my shoulder as he said with irritation in his tone,

“Don’t worry your pretty head Meli, he’ll be safe here. Now get back in the Jeep. We’re not done yet.”

Again he did that little shove for me to go, little by little he grew aggressive, but at this point everything had gone to shit, so perhaps that’s why, nonetheless I should be more careful now. I tugged my replaced gun closer, and marched to the Jeep before getting on. The Shadows all stood outside my Jeep and they were talking very hastily, hands moving back and forth. I tried to stay absolutely silent to listen on and catch words, but it was impossible, it was like if they had a coded language.

‘God fuck! This all has to be wrong, I should’ve gone with Ghost.. or even Johnny. Fuck Jacob I screwed up.. I’m so sorr-‘

“Alright let’s head out!! We’re going into the towns.”

I sat up at Graves’ words and questioned,

“The towns? Aren’t we leaving- you remember Hassan has the missile right? He could potentially-“

“I’m not after him right now-“

“Then who!!? The world is in danger because-“

“Well listen if the stupid 141 and the Vaqueros had worked with us we’d be on our way. But now you can blame them for taking valuable time and wasting it with their stubbornness. Shadow step on the gas and head to town now!”

Minutes later...

Outside of the Jeep I stood beside the Shadows as Graves began to bark with a tone of authority that was getting me on edge to exploding. I didn’t catch all of what he said as my mind grew a bit foggy with my loss of blood and my mind overall spiraling with everything going on around me. The city itself looked so dark and haunted, no one was physically around except us, but I’d be damned if I lied and said I didn’t feel something else lingering around me, their presence screamed fear, but hunger for more than what can be given. The light shower of rain coated everything a bit, and I could smell more coming soon. My attention then sparked up at what I lastly caught of Graves words as he had the audacity to say,

“- - -We are going to kill off every single head in this Las Almas until I find them! I don’t give a damn who it is!!-“

“YES SIR!!”

In a rush what looked like dozens of them, they began to move like a herd of bulls, heading towards the matador which was the home of every living soul in this place. Then it actually clicked for me, when I heard the first-

BANG!!

Flashback..

“J-Jacob.. Ba.. Baba.. can you- can you hear me?”

I awaited his answer, but his eyes never found fine, and his voice never came back to me... I held in a scream, when I realized, that in front of me laid Jacob, lifeless. Blond began to spill from under him, and make a trail towards me.

‘Oh God no!! My Jacob!’

I began to feel my body lose control of itself as pain and unconsciousness tried to take over, but that didn’t stop me from attempting to grab Benjamin, and check for Jacob’s pulse. I used all my strength to drag my body closer, to work out my thoughts, but that’s when my eardrums busted because of the the sound that came from above me,

BANG!! BANG!!

End of flashback...

-BANG!

‘He’s having everyone killed.. the women and children- OH GOD NO!’

With all the strength I could muster I dragged myself towards Graves and screamed while grabbing his arm harshly before he could trail behind them,

“What are you doing!?!-“

He shrugged my hold off of him as he with wickedness said proudly,

“-what does it look like Melione!! We are clearing every house and life until we find the them-“

‘You sick son of a bitch!!!’

In anger of discovering his corrupt ways that I wished I had seen sooner, I got a hold of his bullet proof vest straps, and hauled him back down to my level while seething,

“The 141 doesn’t kill innocent. Shedding the blood of innocent families and children isn’t the way to go Graves!!”

He pushed me back quite harshly while he shouted at me like if I was the crazy one,

“You’re kidding right!!? What’s your deal? Huh?-“

I came back to stand in his face without giving a damn if he pushed me back again, I damn well argued angrily,

“What’s wrong?? This is madness Graves!! MADNESS!! I want Hassan not them, not the 141!! You should want the same!!”

Which was true, my thoughts weren’t to hurt the 141, I had a safe space for them in my heart after everything we’ve been through. Maybe I used their knowledge and ways to get closer to what I desired, but hell no… I wasn’t going to hurt them more or even look at them wrong. Regardless of what reputations and innocence they had to lose to save the world, they are brave and incredible men, and I respect that… and Graves caught onto it just now, when I confirmed I didn’t want them. I didn’t want to hurt them- kill them. But Graves tried to lure me back in with his words and ways to convince me as he pressed on, like a serpent, wanting me to take the fruit I knew I shouldn’t possess.

“If we don’t catch them first they’ll get to Hassan first and take your chance at having him. Come on.. think about it.”

‘But no.. they’re not after him right now… they’re not looking for him. No… they’re hiding from you.. from your jaws while lost here in Las Almas. I have to go.’

Graves then attempted at holding onto me while reaching for my hand, but I swiftly pulled it back and whispered to myself.

“No… I can’t do this.”

I heard a low huff of breath be released as a chuckle came through as well in the voice of Graves.

“Then you should’ve run off with them when you had the chance. Now you’re going to die with them all.”

Click.

‘Oh no.’

I immediately ducked when I heard the click and not but a few milliseconds later a loud pop was sounded, someone behind me had tried to take me out. The bullet hit the wall besides Graves, completely missing me. Shouts and ringing noises filled my ears while I scrambled around trying to escape the jaws of death as well. But a strong hold that caught my arm yanked me to the ground onto my stomach. I screamed and kicked as my life depended on it, not caring where my boot landed and hoping someone heard me. With my free hand I got a hold of the pocket knife I took (the one that was in my arm moments ago), and lashed it out on the person in front of me, sending him to the ground right away when it hit the center of his throat, I could feel his blood splatter onto me but I didn’t care. I ducked a few more flying bullets as I looked for Graves, son of a white bitch got me pissed off, now I want him. In the distance I heard shouting over the rain,

“TAKE HER OUT AND LET’S GO!!! We have to get the rest!!! I’m moving on!!”

‘Yeah not on my watch-‘

“AGHHHHHH!!!!!! FUCK!!”

“I GOT HER!! LET’S MOVE!!”

That was the voice of a Shadow, who shouted in victory while the rest ran off like scurrying hyenas, ready to find and harvest on the next victim. I found myself on the wet floor clutching my collarbone while a dark crimson color trickled through my fingers and blended with the rain. I had just gotten shot. My breathe escaped my lungs while my mind tried to register what had just happened, but my heart pumped harder as a new adrenaline and mode kicked in; survival. I couldn’t stay here and die, no.. not when I had a new agenda, and a new plan, as well as a new enemy.

I tried to move but damn it was hell trying to move an inch, the air even began to smell like a rich iron, the blood that kept pouring out freely. I kept my mind off the pain and tried to think,

‘Ok… they all still have to be here… Soap had gotten shot too. So he must be slow in getting around, maybe I’ll find him first. And if I find him, I’ll find Ghost. So let’s get to Johnny first. Hopefully they are all still alive.’

I really hoped they were, if not, I’d never forgive myself for my screw up, and then definitely, most definitely… I’ll kill Graves with my bare hands before I even try to get Hassan.

Soap’s POV

“fuck... ugh this really stings. But I’ll get to you.. see you at the fuckin’ church.”

“Stay alive Johnny. Please. Be aware of your surroundings.”

I humored myself with Ghost’s words that sounded normal but had a hint of true worry and concern in them, making me sass,

“You like me LT?”

He grunted with annoyance,

“Alive Sergeant.”

‘Alive and more huh Simon lad? Jus’ to shy to admit it.’

I slowly came to a stand and swallowed a grunt as I worded lastly,

“A’ight... over.”

I tried to hold myself together as I clutched my arm over my bullet wound. Thinking about many different scenarios of Ghost scolding me for taking a stupid bullet. But he’d probably be nice considering our circumstance. Honestly he sounded deeply relieved to hear my voice on the other end of the line, it took me a while to reach out to him but when I finally did I almost cried in relief. Ghost thought he had lost me, I can’t imagine what was goin’ through ‘is mind in that moment, considering he’s been through enough already.

Meli’s POV

If I thought my screams were horrifying at the sight of my baby’s and husband’s blood spilling... mine are far less scary than what I’m hearing tonight.

There’s this horror, Mexican ghost story Ale told me once, called ‘La Llorona.” Now if I could say that it was probably actually coming to life, I wouldn’t deny my words. Her spirit was so alive and present, her cries echoing out of the mouths of now motherless children... the screams being the evidence of what loss to chaos sounds like.

Chills ran up my spine making me feel as if I were to be snatched away at any moment, I knew she was around but I couldn’t see her, making it all more terrifying. But a sense of peace flooded me as I knew she probably wouldn’t hurt me, I was her at one point. At the sight of a Shadow here or there I’d duck immediately to not be seen, and once they’d passed quite far away I’d sprint up to them from behind and slit their throat with a knife. All I could hear was there feared gasp and last release of breath before their body hit the wet pavement. With every falling Shadow I was feeling slightly better... after all they deserved it. Red splattered on my face or my fingers at the expense of their life, but did I care? Nope. Now I prepared myself with a small smile lingering on my face as the next one was coming up- UGH! I could feel the hunger come back to me to feel their blood run through my fingers, see justice be done for their heartless actions. But for some reason I eyed this particular one longer, as his frame appeared to be much larger... and his presence... made my feet freeze from moving.

‘What the hell?’

When his back was finally faced towards me I slowly moved up and carefully chose my steps wisely to approach him. His every movement was so calculated and balanced, as if he was walking on shattered glass. He was so calm, so unfortunately and oddly enough he heard me, unlike nobody else he was highly aware of his surroundings. Like a Lion after his prey his head snapped towards me faster than I could blink, and that’s when I saw it- him... his mask.

‘Ghost.’

I sucked in a deep breath and was about to reach him to explain the whole situation, but at the sound of his angry growl, the sight of his rather large hunting knife sliding into his hold, and his feet unforgivably stomping towards me.. yeah I was dead meat.

“SHIT-“

I darted off like a deer running from its predator, I could hear my how hard my feet landed on ground with each step I took. My heart tried to keep up with my body as I abnormally ran fast without looking back, but I was losing my sense and my breath. The only thing was that wasn’t in my favor was when my race was cut short; I unfortunately hit a dead end. My heart sank in panic as I whimpered and gawked at the 30ft walls of brick. I let out a whimper of hopelessness,

“No no no- no there’s got to be a way out-“

“-don’t you fucking move or I’ll kill you.”

I gasped and turned to face my predator, Ghost. If looks could kill I’d most certainly be mauled already and demolished. Ghost had run out of patience, and was furious. I could see it in his eyes, even in the dark it was like if they glowed. A low cry escaped my lips as I begged like a pathetic,

“Please, don’t hurt me I’m so sorry-“

“-sorry? You betrayed us-“

“-I DIDN’T KNOW OK!?! I DIDN’T!!”

He stepped closer and raised his knife as he grunted through his teeth,

“Didn’t know? Who are you working for then if you didn’t know?”

I shrugged my shoulders and groaned a bit when I moved my shot arm, but he didn’t take that as an answer when he growled,

“Who are you working for? Why are you doing this?!”

I let my sobs escape through words as I cried,

“I don’t want you!! I DIDN’T WANT ANY OF YOU!! I only wanted Hassan!! I did all this for Hassan. I want him d-dead.”

My voice began to crack for how hard I cried, Ghost’s eyes only softened a bit as he asked,

“Why? What’s your reason? Why the risk-“

“He took my whole f-family… my baby and husband. Along with so many other innocent people… I never wanted to hurt you guys… I just wanted you to get me to him. And I really thought Graves was going to hand me to him, but he pulled me into his lie and mistake.. making a bigger mess. I’m so s-sorry.”

I still held the gun up, worried that if I lowered it or moved it away he’d react on that and hurt me, but he took my stance wrong while he pointed out slowly,

“I really want to believe you… but I can’t. And I want to trust you… but I don’t know how.”

His hurt could be heard in his voice, which was new to me, and damn it made me feel like shit. But I couldn’t take it anymore, I was already at my wits end. So in desperate need to escape, I made the choice to leave, trying to run past him. But him being the monster of the man he is, I was already pinned to the ground, thrashing and trying to crawl my way out of his hold. I couldn’t even scream and beg for help for him to let me go, I just began fighting back. I was now on my back facing Ghost who hovered over me, attempting to hold my wrists down, but I succeeded in making that impossible. I knew my landing punches would leave bruising and open skin, for my dam filled with anger and hate, revenge and sorrow, had finally broke, and he was the one to take the waves of it all. I heard his pained grunts escape his teeth as I met his frame with every hit, not missing a beat. He growled into my ear when I made a perfect landing of my fist on his cheek,

“I’M NOT GOING TO HURT YOU- AGH!!”

His only attempt at stopping me was to try and grab my arms to stop me, but he never ever swung at me. Instead he tried to use his heavy body to began to press deeper into mine, caging me. But instead of surrendering to the pressure, I kicked him off, hard. A loud thud was heard as his back met the floor, and it didn’t take seconds before I was over him, holding his own knife before his face. I didn’t want to kill him, that wasn’t my intention.. but I wanted it all to stop, before I possibly did. I could see his eyes go from once cold and determined to now wide and distant, holding the uncertainty of his future, as I held it in my hands. He rested on his elbows with bent legs, his fists were clenched and his breathing had grown heavy, his shoulders were visibly moving.

“I don’t want I hurt you either, so please-“

“Hey I think I heard something over here!”

That was the voice of a Shadow who was perhaps impossibly near by and had heard us,

“Go check it out then! I’ll be over there.”

‘Fuck the Shadows heard us-‘

Ghost’s POV

I could see her get distracted to the noise ahead of us, I took that to my advantage to get my large and glistening light of a knife pressed against her throat while still in her hand originally as I threatened,

“Make a sound and I’ll give you to them to finish killing you. Now. Move.”

She instantly gave in at panic of probably being given to the Shadows, (which I’d never do, no matter how angry and confused she made me, she meant more than that) and rapidly I shoved us inside what looked liked the church, I could tell by the dead guy on the wooden cross and the tall pillars with ancient stories painted on them. I held onto her arm tightly as I closed and secured the door as quietly as possible. Aware of another presence in here beside us I was, for Soap had to of already gotten inside the church, hopefully at least. I could hear Melione’s soft sniffles as she let me drag her around, I knew my grip hurt her for I purposely held onto the part she was stabbed on, mostly to apply more pressure than she could to the wound and second to cause a little pain like a slight punishment. My heart was still disheveled at what had happened, and also to what she told me. It all made sense now, her purpose, drive, anger and rage was all what I should’ve caught onto long ago... she had the rage of a vengeful mother.

‘I’ve felt your anger too.. I lost everything too. I understand you... I’m just upset on how it turned out.’

I couldn’t word those out loud just yet- well I didn’t know how. As we walked deeper into the large ancient church we could faintly hear the sounds of gunshots and the cries of mourning mothers and scared children, it sounded like the gates of gelling opening and unleashing its death and hatred for life. Oh it only made me crave to end them all with my bare hands. I saw how when a new gunshot sounded Meli flinched every time and I knew she cried harder for I could hear it behind me as I walked us up the stairs.

‘I know.. I know... it hurts like a bitch, love.’

I scanned the area like a hawk with every step I took, not wanting to risk us being ambushed again, but when he headed up to the last step Meli gasped and ran ahead of me, but I let her go when she whispered shouted at who I saw as well,

“JOHNNY!!”

Soap’s arm was covered in blood and his face looked as pale as Meli’s but he nonetheless received her into his arms as she collapsed into him. Her arms wrapped around his waist as he held her up and caressed her head. She sobbed into his chest,

“I’m so sorry Johnny! Please you have to believe me-“

“Sh shh.. I believe ya Bonnie... I really do. ‘S ok.”

Soap then looked up to me with shock and I voiced calmly while smelling my blood soak up my mask and my bones ache,

“Found her on her way here alone. Shadows turned on her too. We’re keeping her.”

“A’ight. I’m good wit’ that. Shh shh... you’re all bloodied up to lass.. hm? Matching me? Oof Bonnie lass you’re shot too?-“

“y-yeah..”

Soap tried to humor her to stop the tears that were getting to him, but she only cried more when she dug her head into his chest more and pointed towards me with a sniffle,

“I almost killed S-Simon-“

I stepped in to calm her troubled mind for I understood her,

“You didn’t mean it Meli. None of it. You were scared. You’re staying by us now.”

I patted her back and she looked up and nodded at my sincerity before pleading,

“Then we have to go, they’ll find and kill us all. But we need to get Ale first. I know where he is. Hopefully we find Rudy on the way too.”

I extended my hand and she didn’t miss a second before it was in mine, we squeezed it together as I eyed Soap and worded,

“Let’s head out, we need to get to the safe house for now until this mess dies down, and you and Meli need to get patched up.”

Johnny nodded swiftly and gestures his head towards the door as he said with ease,

“On your lead LT.”

Soap’s POV

As we quietly walked out, Meli led us through the way she took, guaranteeing us that it would be safe. Simon looked doubtful at first, interlocking his finger around the trigger closer and holding her hand with the same pressure. But as we got closer, bodies here and there lied around, all with the same markings, a deep slash to the neck- ugh! It looked so gory and it was dark in color and spilled everywhere, their eyes were lifeless and fear painted their features. It deemed to me that Ghost was the one that did it. He was known for his unforgivable kills, never giving it a second thought before he took life away. But I noticed how Ghost eyed every single one of them curiously and with much attention.

‘Admiring your own work Simon?-‘

“Was this you Meli?”

My eyes widened as I gulped, Meli shook her head while her eyes shyly met Simon’s, replying in a soft voice,

“yes. That’s why I said it’s be safer this way, they’re all down.”

She looked almost ashamed of her deeds, but Ghost simply nodded approvingly and grunted,

“Atta girl.”

Her eyes then locked with mine with pride now filling her instead, happy at Ghost’s approval. I sent her a wink and she returned the gesture as I came to walk beside her. The tension was still up along with fear of not knowing if we’ll make it out of this city alive. But a certain peace kept me going an together knowing that I had two of the strongest and ruthless people I’ve ever met, and I certainly knew they felt the same.

[always-andromeda]

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When you demand Burt's attention, he gives you far more than you bargained for.

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Walking home at night in Gotham is always a risk. Luckily, Edward Nashton comes to your rescue right at the nick of time.

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Edward has no idea how to please you, but he’s ever so eager to show you just how devoted he is to you.

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After making a heartbreaking discovery in the midst of a rough patch in your relationship, you decide to treat Edward to a little surprise.

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If you weren’t so eye-catching, Edward Nashton might not have thought twice before passing right over you. After all, you're the only reason he came to this godforsaken bar.

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sound of a love song series masterlist (57.7k) – 📚💖💙❤️‍🔥

Joby Taylor was a mess. A washed up, utter failure. But when he meets you, a fellow lost artist, maybe he can start to see the light.

Pink Diamond (1k) – 📖💖

Joby Taylor doesn't do sparkles. Not unless you want him to, of course.

Taking What's Not Yours (4.4k) – 📖💙❤️‍🔥

Joby learns a hard lesson when it comes to taking things that don’t belong to him.

Bar Hopping (0.8k) – 📖❤️‍🔥

You have no clue how Joby convinced you to do this. How he had you on his lap, practically molded to his body on the booth of the table.

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One usually doesn't try to purposely entangle themselves with Joby Taylor. Joby Taylor merely happens to you. One day you're internally groaning over how he's looking at you from under his heavy eyelids and baring that smug smile from across the bar and the next you're holding a positive pregnancy test and debating whether or not you tell him.

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What time does a guy like him have for romance or lust when he's literally one of the government's most important assets?

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[my-johnlockficrecs]

it's may, oh thank god. summer is here and time is finally behaving more or less properly. i can breathe! it is also my birthday month🤭 i hope april was kind to you, and if it wasn't, here's hoping for a better may! i think i say this a lot, but i genuinely thought i hadn't read much fic last month, but clearly i did. i think because i mostly stuck with short fics, i didn't realise precisely how many i went through. in any case, here is my (slightly belated) april round up! enjoy 💌

key: blue: reread •🔥 spicy fics

spotlight recs

✰ Out of the Shadow of Missed Chances by MargueriteSomebodyoranother (1k, teen)

He’d had eighteen months - it seemed like a goddamned eternity at the time - and he never uttered a word.

a short, TEH fix-it fic, Out of the Shadow is a spectacular example of precisely how much of a punch short-form stories can pack. the emotion in this fic, so carefully reigned in yet so deeply felt, gets me every damn time. the elegant way mary bows out, john "half-imagining" choking sherlock but actually only grasping his neck to check sherlock's pulse, leaning down to kiss him as irrevocably as the earth moves around the sun—utterly beautiful. this is the reunion we all wanted and the reunion sherlock and john deserved. i can only thank the writer for sharing this with us 💖

✰ In His Care by @the-pen-pot (20k, teen)

It was only a matter of time. John knew that from the start. Now, he stared at the read-out on the thermometer before examining his reflection in the bathroom mirror. A glassy blue gaze stared back at him from beneath the dishevelled nest of his hair. Dark shadows smeared their warpaint beneath his eyes and his skin had an unhealthy, greyish tinge.

John catches Covid-19, and it's up to Sherlock to take care of him within the sanctuary of Baker Street.

so i may or may not have stalked @the-pen-pot's entire ao3 catalogue. and it is, as i'm sure many of you already know, immaculate. (go see my humble rec of Electric Pink Hand Grenade by the same author.) but this fic. clearly, i have a thing for how this author writes sick!fic, because In His Care just hit all the right spots for me. the way sherlock is so tender in his care for john, but tender in his own way? very recognisably gentle and caring, but not in a facetious way at all. and the way john slowly leans into sherlock's care, oh. (and the way he physically leans into sherlock as well! i love me some back-to-chest cuddles. which was also a thing in Electric Pink Hand Grenade, where it was john caring for sherlock.) i love the dual-pov and how we get to see sherlock's thought processes and emotions alongside john's. it adds a lovely bit of additional layer to the events of the fic. oh, and that cathartic moment of forgiveness in the middle. my heart 🥺

bite sized (5k and less)

1. Lines in the Sand by @jrow (3k, G)

"He examines the plain white box, which clearly holds a new mug. John must have purchased it and he’s written a note on the top.

First time for everything. – J

Sherlock smiles and feels excitement as he opens the box. As expected, it’s a mug. It appears to be a boring, white mug. Sherlock pulls it out of the box and his breath hitches as he sees the image decorating the side. It’s not boring at all."

2. Exceptions by lily_winterwood (1k, M)

Perhaps it's because it's Sherlock, because Sherlock has always been the exception in John's mind.

3. We've Only Just Begun by SherlockWatson_Holmes (936, unrated)

If the pilot universe had continued into canon, what might have happened on that fateful evening as our boys leave the scene of Jeff Hope's death and head for the Chinese restaurant?

4. rainy days by @simplyclockwork (307, G)

“Haven’t danced with you in a while.” John’s voice was a warm murmur in the space between them. “Thought I should fix that.”

5. Reverie by @finamour (3k, E)

“You fancy me.”

Sherlock is drunk, and he’s probably not making any sense.

6. Golden Hours by stopthat (4k, M)

John is too quiet. Sherlock whisks him away to the sea.

They sit in silence for long moments, watching the sun begin its descent into the horizon as the light slowly fades to a glorious gold. Their arms brush occasionally as they sip their stout, and Sherlock feels each touch like an open flame, waiting. For what, he's not sure.

7. A Quiet Murmuration by cathedral_carver (4k, teen)

//

Just pay me back with one thousand kisses.

//

8. Home and Dry by @the-pen-pot (1k, G)

Sometimes actions speak louder than words, and comfort can come from the most unlikely source. John and Sherlock pre-slash blanket-fic fluff.

9. Puzzled by @the-pen-pot (1k, teen)

"It was a jigsaw. Thousands of petite pieces were strewn across the scarred surface of their kitchen table, and every single one was plain black."

10. The Joye of Snacks by @khorazir (3k, teen)

Christmas is approaching, and Sherlock surprises John with newly acquired culinary skills. John, in turn, simply ... surprises Sherlock.

11. Shape of My Heart by MissDavis (4k, teen)

February, 2021: John (finally) moves back to Baker Street.

John opened his eyes. "Thought we agreed we weren't going to get takeaway for every meal."

"We won't. This is a special occasion." Sherlock stepped back from the chair, unable to keep a smile off his face, knowing that when John got up, it wouldn't be because it was time for him to leave. He lived here now. Again. Finally. It wasn't everything Sherlock had ever wanted—John would still be sleeping upstairs, not next to Sherlock in his bed—but it was still very, very good. Nearly perfect. He exhaled, letting his shoulders sag as a tension that had lived in him for years began to dissolve.

12. The Old Familiar Sting by songlin (2k, teen)

He calls himself a sociopath because he’d rather be hated than pitied.

13. The Secret Life of Bees by orphan_account (1k, unrated)

'John finds it ironic that the most emotion he has ever seen Sherlock show is to a dying insect'

It takes John Watson a little while to discover Sherlock Holmes' obsession with bees; but when he does, he wonders how he ever could have missed it.

14. Make Perfect the Present by @thetimemoves (221, G)

John Watson waits to be seen.

15. choke, hold by @thetimemoves (221, teen)

John reaches for Sherlock’s throat with his hands, not his mouth. Warring wants. He remembers this feeling.

16. The First Law by @thetimemoves (221, G)

Mike Stamford sets change in motion.

17. Is It Any Wonder by @thetimemoves (221, teen)

He will fix it, fix them.

18. What Happens in Vegas (is legally binding in the United Kingdom) by moonblossom (5k, E)

When a case sends the boys to Vegas, John comes out of it with a bit more than he bargained for.

19. Don't Read the Last Page by @raina-at (4k, teen)

What does it mean to be brave?

Or: Sherlock and John spend New Year's Day with a grumpy toddler and have a long overdue conversation.

short fics (5k-15k)

20. Drunk Drialing by @bertytravelsfar (6k, teen)

Inevitably Johnlocked posted an ask on Tumblr a couple of weeks ago from someone who wanted to know if there were any fics with one of the boys drunk dialing the other to declare their love. I adored this idea and I know some others did too, so here's my take on that. Other drunk dialing fics are available!

21. The In-Between by @blueink3 (10k, M)

Beginning in a Chinese restaurant and ending at the bottom of a well, what about the moments we didn’t see?

22. Distractions by allonsys_girl (9k, E) 🔥

Sherlock's on a stakeout and John's very pretty - distractions ensue

23. come undone by @simplyclockwork (7k, E) 🔥

At his stag night, John discovers just how much Sherlock loves dancing

24. Oblivion by @algyswinburne (8k, teen)

I can't even stand looking at you anymore, John had written in the Letter.

But this is certainly a whole lot more of Sherlock to look at.

25. Because I Care by CarmillaCarmine (7k, G)

During the epidemic, John comes back home from the clinic with a fever.

26. Isolated by CarmillaCarmine (10k, E)

Due to an ongoing pandemic, John and Sherlock find themselves isolated at 221B.

27. A Grave Situation by @the-pen-pot (6k, teen)

"The idea of being sealed inside a sarcophagus was morbid at best, even if he did have John for company."

Trapped and awaiting rescue, Sherlock and John finally have a chance to talk about more than just a case.

28. A Brand of Gold by aquabelacqua (12k, M) 🔥

What am I doing? he wondered. The answer came back at once:

Flirting.

He sank deeper into the pillows, let the mist and blur of the wine settle around him, let it shore up his nerves and dim the warning signals that flashed dully in the back of his mind. He let the rest of the disappointment about Lucy and his strange accommodations and about the weekend as a whole fade into obscurity. He let the vital, missing piece snap into place as surely and as cleanly as if it had always been there.

He was flirting with Sherlock Holmes.

mid length (16k-50k)

29. The House on Rue des Boulangers by @bertytravelsfar (24k, M)

After being invalided out of the army and without any other prospects, John Watson has relocated to a small town in northern France. Now he has to decide what to do for the rest of his life. One morning there's a mad stranger in his garden chasing a swarm of bees, and it seems John's decision is made.

30. In Need of Quiet Affection and Gentle Words by @kinklock (16k, E)

After John's girlfriend (of sorts) sends him an online sex guide, John finds himself more intrigued by the guide's author than anything his girlfriend might have had in mind.

31. Love or What You Will by miss_frankenstein (31k, teen)

John is an English professor who specializes in War and Post-War Literature and Sherlock is the brilliant yet impossible Ph.D. student assigned to be his TA because no one in the Chemistry Department is willing to put up with him. And - somewhere between Waugh and Plath, e-mails and takeaway, novels and villanelles - they fall in love.

32. Lockdown by johnwatso and Salambo06 (23k, E)

The world is in lockdown due to Covid-19. This is how Sherlock and John spend their time.

long fics (50k and above)

33. All Things Inherit by @the-pen-pot (53k, E)

"For John, it's not a bullet that throws his existence into disarray – it's a bite."

In a world where twelve percent of the population are Mactiri - people with the ability to turn into wolves at will - John finds himself struggling with a new and horrifying existence. The victim of a shocking attack, he is discharged from the army and sent home, determined never to acknowledge what he can now become.

However, when his health starts to fail, it is up to his enigmatic new flatmate to show him that perhaps his life is not the nightmare John believes it to be.

34. Quarantine by wendymarlowe (53k, teen)

John and Sherlock are stuck at 221B together due to coronavirus concerns. Sherlock slowly drives John barmy.

Updating in real time (daily).

series

35. Cat Among the Pigeons series by @the-pen-pot (56k, 10 works, incomplete)

As days became months, John found himself overlooking the cat-like characteristics or the occasional moments of Felisian behaviour. He forgot about Sherlock's sharper-than-usual canines and the way he could see in the dark. So what if he lived with a rare genetic variant of Homo sapiens, rather than a bog-standard example of the general population?

It was just Sherlock, unique in every respect and captivating for his mind as much as his physical appearance.

36. One Fixed Point series by @the-pen-pot (4k, 2 works, complete)

Every meeting is different, but somehow the result is always the same.

I opened up prompts briefly on Tumblr to AU scenarios. This is where I'll be putting the results. Each one's different, so each part will be like a different story.

37. parts 2-6 of A Doctor in the House series by @kitten-kin

[hops-hunny]

Just a Touch Away

Pairing: Neville Longbottom x Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 4k

Request: Not necessarily?? A few people did ask for this though and who am I to deny you of that?

Summary: Part two of Just a Flight Away

Warnings: Sex, just sex. There’s fluff too, a good lil 50/50.

A/N: The fact that this is longer than the original makes me fucking laugh cause how tf did that even happen?? Hope I didn’t disappoint. I also got lazy half way through editing so only like the first 2k words are edited.

Neville was beyond ecstatic to be walking hand in hand with his girlfriend. It was better than anytime his mind would wander to it during the day and anytime it’d lull him to sleep at night. He looked down at her, watching as her eyes looked at everything in amazement. It reminded him of his first year at Hogwarts, wide eyed and full of curiosity of all there was to be explored. (Y/n) seemed to be soaking it all in as if she took even the smallest of blinks, everything would vanish before her eyes.

“It’s a pretty place, isn’t it?” He started off, catching the girl’s attention. She looked up at the tall lanky Gryffindor smiling at him. God he couldn’t believe that such a doll was his. This was his girlfriend.

“Yeah! It’s amazing! I love how tall the ceilings are and all the intricacies such as the carvings around the walls and floors, the big open windows, it’s all to die for!” She exclaimed, bouncing up and down a bit. How could one girl be so cute? Neville knew that if she asked, he’d do absolutely anything she wanted without a second thought. Anything she wanted and needed he would give to her at the drop of a hat.

“Yeah, that’s not even the most magical part. No matter where you go in the castle, you can find something new almost every time. Be it a hallway, room, whatever.” he stated, smiling as the girl gasped in amazement.

“We have to explore then some time while I’m here! However, today I wanna spend time with you doing you know,” she started, looking away as she was overcome with shyness, “Doing couple things.” Neville felt his heart swell at her words, trying his best not to drown her in all of his affection.

“Of course, petal. We can do whatever you want today! How bout I take you to Honeydukes and then we end the day off with the greenhouse? I know you wanted to see that first but trust me when I say it’s even more of a beauty during the evening than it is at this time.” He said, reaching down to push a bit of her hair out of her face. He laughed some as her eyes lit up at the mention of the sweets shop. When Neville and (Y/n) would send each other things, Neville would send her treats as much as possible. He had learned early on about the girl’s large sweet tooth and second stomach for dessert.

“That sounds amazing! You know how much I love treats!” she said, clapping her hands as she began to jump more. Neville looked at her fondly as he watched her fit of excitement but quickly stopped as he noticed her frown. “I don’t have the right currency to buy things yet though. I still only have dragots. That’s okay, we can j-”

“Did you really think I was going to make you pay, flower? What kind of man would I be to invite you out and not pay? I insist, shop to your heart's content today.” He said, reaching down to stroke her cheek. She leaned into his touch, smiling up at him.

“I love you, Nev.” she mumbled, closing her eyes in content from the warmth that radiated from his hand. Neville felt his breath hitch as he looked down at her, face flushing a bright red. It wasn’t the first time they had said it to each other. Sure, they ended their letters with it more often than not but to hear it from her voice? A voice that was so beautiful, so full of love, aimed towards him? She was making it really hard for him not to just have his way with her right then and there.

“Oh angel, I love you more. Come here.” He pulled her closer, bending down to rest his forehead on hers, smiling as he leaned in to kiss her. The (h/c) haired girl met him halfway, smiling into the kiss as she wrapped her arms around her neck. He continued to kiss her, deepening the kiss before remembering that they were quite literally in the middle of the hallway. He pulled away, placing a quick chaste kiss on her lips. Confusion took over (Y/n)’s face as she looked around them. In different parts of the hallway, a few guys were looking in their direction. “What is it, darling?” he questioned, grabbing her hand as he continued to walk. She simply dismissed his question, offering him a soft smile as he guided her towards the nearest castle exit. That’s when he started to hear it. It wasn’t loud, but it was loud enough for him to hear.

“God she’s a right fitty, isn’t she?”

“Yeah I mean look at the ass on her. She’s one of those Ilvermorny girls.”

“Could’ve fooled me. Looks straight outta Beauxbaton.”

“Longbottom’s a fool, I would’ve had my way with her as soon as she stepped out the train.”

Neville felt his jaw clench, trying to calm himself down. He had to get them out of here before (Y/n) heard, because if she had? Those guys would see exactly why he was put in Gryffindor in the first damn place. “Petal, do you want a piggyback ride? I know you mentioned wanting one in a few of your letters. Come on, hop on.” he said, bending down some so she could get on. (Y/n) felt her eyes light up at the idea. She took a large running start before jumping on the boy’s back, squealing as he lifted her up. Neville secured her on his back, biting his lip at the feeling of her plush thighs filtering between his fingers. They felt heavenly, he couldn’t help but let his thoughts wander to what they’d feel like wrapped around his- they had places to be. He didn’t want his precious girl to hear anything that those twits were saying about her so quickly he took off down the hallway, smiling as the girl laughed, tightening her arms around his neck.

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(Y/n) gasped as her eyes zoomed in various places all around Honeydukes. It was unlike anything she had ever seen before. She ran to various different snacks, reading the packages of them. “Look Nev, look! These look sooo good. They’re strawberry flavored! I love strawberry.” she said, holding up the box of snack cakes in his face. Neville laughed at the girl’s enthusiasm for sweets.

“I’ve had those before. They’re quite good! I think you’ll enjoy them ‘specially since you like strawberry so much. Do you wanna get them?” he questioned. (Y/n) pondered, humming slightly before nodding, setting them in his hands. She wondered how he could contain himself, especially when there were so many sweets around! Who wouldn’t wanna buy practically the whole store? 

As they walked around the store, (Y/n) would occasionally find something else that piqued her interest, ask Neville’s opinion on it, and then throw it in his arms. She did this numerous times until she realized how full his arms were. The tower of sweets and treats almost covered his face. However, she couldn’t help to admire how his arms flexed and tensed under his shirt only imagining how nice they’d feel-

“Are you done, petal? It’s okay if you’re not! You can get a few more things, I just wanna get back to the greenhouse before it gets too dark.” he explained, turning to the side so he could see her face.

“Yeah, I’m done! Are you sure this is okay? This is a lot of stuff Nev.” she questioned, biting the inside of her cheek guilty.

“Nonsense! Nothing is too much for you, flower. Let’s get going, I’ve got a few plants that I need to water in about,” he set the treats down on the counter before looking at his watch, “30 minutes. Perhaps you can help me?” 

“I’d love to! You know that’s my favorite part of growing plants is the watering part. It’s almost like you can see them do a little happy dance when you do! Well, some of the more animated plants quite literally do but you get what I mean!” she rambled on, quickly latching onto his arm once more. Neville listened to her, grabbing the bags as they began to walk out of the door only for him to bump into Malfoy himself. Great.

“Ah I see, loneliness has stricken you again huh Longbottom? I don’t know what all those treats will do for that!” He snickered out, high fiving Crabbe and Goyle. Neville rolled his eyes, frankly quite done with the bloke. He didn’t give him that same sense of fear as when he was younger. In fact, now he found him to be quite annoying. 

“Actually they aren’t for him, they’re mainly all for me! Neville’s personal pick is just this little box right here.” she said, holding up the small box before placing it back in the bag. (Y/n) had to stop herself from letting out an audible gag as the blonde’s eyes traveled up and down her frame.

“You must be Neville’s American cousin, right? I-”

“Didn’t ask. Come on babe, let’s go.” The small girl said, dragging her boyfriend along with her. Draco stood there in shock as the two walked off still in amazement in how Neville had such a hot American girlfriend already.

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“Woah! I’ve read about this plant actually. Even had a small personal one of my own.” The (h/c) haired girl said, positioning the magnifying glass up and down around the leaves to view it better. Neville whipped his head towards her in excitement.

“Really? Wait, had?” he asked, watching as the girl shrugged sheepishly.

“Yeah, turns out it wasn’t really suited for the climate in America. Such a shame though! She was a real beauty.” She said, still not looking up at the plant. Neville smiled at her fondly, walking closer to her as he stood behind her.

“Yeah, she is.” he muttered, wrapping his arms around her waist as he turned her around.

“Something tells me we’re no longer discussing plants.” she joked, wrapping an arm around his neck as she brought the other to stroke his cheek. He leaned down hovering his lips above hers.

“I’m afraid we aren’t.” he closed the gap between them, kissing her with all the anger, all the passion that had built up over the day. He was tired of it, tired of men speaking about her like he wasn’t right fucking there. Obviously that wasn’t his sweet flower’s fault but god was he furious. He took one of his hands, trailing it from her waist to the underside of her skirt. With one hand he flipped it up and with the other he began to grip and prod at one of her cheeks harshly. He trailed his free hand up to her jaw, holding it tightly as he pulled away from the kiss leaving a trail of saliva in its path. “Do you want to-”

“Yes.” she cut him off, taking one of his hands and leading it under her shirt. He moved his large freckled hand up her torso until he reached her breast. His eyes widened as he felt the lack of bra.

“You little minx.” he sneered, gripping her ass in both of his hands as he sat her on top of the working table. He pushed her shirt above her breast, watching as her nipples began to harden from the cool air. Neville got on his knees pulling the girl to the edge of the table. He couldn’t help but pause and admire how beautiful she was. The setting sun reflected off of her sweaty (s/c) skin making it appear as if she was glowing. The shadows and light hit the parts of her soaking panties, revealing just how wet her cunny was. Neville let out an audible groan at the sight, adjusting his tightening pants. “God you’re bloody gorgeous. Look at you baby, all soaked just for me?” He ran a finger over her cloth covered slick, smirking as the girl jumped a bit letting out a soft whimper. “Let me treat you, yeah?” he whispered against her clothed cunt before ripping her panties down and stuffing them in her back pocket (He certainly was not giving those back). 

His eyes were glued to the sight in front of him. It was more beautiful than any photograph that she had sent. No matter how many times she had written to him about how wet she was, nothing could prepare him for the true extent to what it was. The entirety of her pussy was covered in slick, running down her folds and now onto the table. He watched as her pretty little hole clenched and unclenched around nothing practically begging to be filled. But he couldn’t just yet, he had to do what he had been dreaming of for years. He moved a steady hand forward rubbing her clit in circular motions before licking a fat strip across her slit as he began to suck on her clit. (Y/n) gasped, bringing a shaky hand down to his head pushing him in forward and, who was Neville to deny her? Sure, Neville lacked experience severely. They both did. But he’d be damned if he came up from between her legs without giving her an orgasm first.

Neville took his middle finger, gathering a bit of her juices on it before slowly sinking it inside of her. He began to pump it in and out, making sure to be gentle and slow while maintaining a steady pace. (Y/n) threw her head back, letting out a cross between a whimper and a moan. It wasn’t like she hadn’t pleasured herself before, she had...numerous times. Sometimes even multiple times a day. But god his fingers? They were so much thicker than hers, so much longer touching and hitting spots she didn’t know were possible. “A-another please.” she whimpered, bucking her hips onto his face. Neville looked up at her, humming around her clit in agreement before he slid in another digit into her tight hole. He felt his dick strain against his pants more at the sound of her moans but he could ignore it. This wasn’t about him right now, it was all about him pleasuring his perfect girl.

“Do you like that, pretty? Hm? Like when I get my fingers covered in you.” He muttered against her, groaning as she clenched around his fingers. He drove them deeper keeping with his slow pace. Neville didn’t want to rush this, he wanted to appreciate the girl who he loved, the girl who kept him up late into the night as he stroked one out. He knew they would share many intimate moments in the months to come but he definitely wanted their first to be the most memorable.

 He continued to lick and suck on her bud, pulling away every so often to lick at the stray juices that ran down her folds. “Just one more, pretty. I’ve gotta make sure you’re nice and stretched out for me.” she nodded lazily at his words, feeling herself growing closer and closer by the second. (Y/n) was in such a state of euphoria, never wanting it to end. She let out another strangled moan as Neville slid in a third finger, scissoring them a bit before beginning to make a come hither motion within her. The tips of his fingers rubbed against her spot sending her into a fit of nonsense phrases and words, the most recognizable of them being “please, please. Yes, yes, yes!” which only encouraged him further. With more force he repeatedly began to jab at her g-spot growling as the girl came apart above him. (Y/n) gasped, falling back onto the table as her body grew tense, releasing all over Neville fingers. She continued to moan as her arousal slipped past his fingers running down the table as the boy fingered her through her high. Neville pulled his fingers out, stretching them apart as he stared at the arousal that was connected between the spaces. He stuck his fingers in his mouth, letting out a soft moan at her taste. Just as sweet as he had pictured it. 

After a few moments of heavy panting, (Y/n) felt a bit better and decided to sit up. Her (e/c) eyes trailed down her lover’s body as they reached the bulge in his pants. ‘If it’s that big through his pants, I don’t even want to imagine how big it is out of them!’ she found herself thinking. No wonder he had used three fingers, she wasn’t even sure that that was enough. She reached both her hands out, beginning to unfasten his belt pulling down his pants before freeing his member. She held back a gasp as she watched it slap up against his lower abdomen. Neville’s cock was a shade darker than him, it had no curve to it but it didn’t matter. He made up for a lack of curve with the sheer girth of his cock alongside the length (which was most definitely half of her forearm, if not more). She took a deep breath before hopping off of the table and kneeling before him.

“What’re you doing, love?” he asked, reaching a hand down to stroke her cheek.

“Returning the favor?” she replied as she reached a hand forward to grasp him. She looked at him confused as he lifted her back up, setting her back on top of the table.

“You can do that some other time. Right now is about pleasuring you.” he said, moving his lips to her neck as he began to suck and kiss along it leaving a trail of marks in its wake.

“A-are you sure? What about you? I’d feel bad that I’m not pleasing you in return.” a soft frown took over her face. Neville grabbed her face softly, tilting it towards his own.

“Oh darling, taking care of you brings me a greater pleasure than anything you could give me. Tonight is about you so let me just take care of you, yeah?” he asked, looking into her eyes full of love and a deep amount of arousal. She sat there unsure before nodding, leaning up to capture his lips. Neville returned the kiss, trailing the hand that was against her face to wrap gently around her neck. He pulled away, tugging her lip with him. “I’m gonna put it in now. Are you ready?” he asked, lubing himself up with the reminisce of her first orgasm.

“Please be gentle.” she whispered, hiding her face in his neck as he pushed his tip against her entrance.

“‘Course love. I’ll do my best.” he placed a kiss on the top of her head before beginning to sink into her. He let out a hiss at the tight heat of her velvety walls. When he was in enough, he brought both his hands up to embrace her, whispering soft phrases of encouragement as he slid into her tight hole. He couldn’t help but feel guilty at the sound of her whimpers and cries, feeling awful that he was the cause of it.  After what felt like ages, his pelvic region finally met with her mound. He pulled back gazing at the sight as he let out a soft moan.

“Y-you can move now. Feels good.” she stuttered out, gasping as he pulled out some. Neville thrusted into her deeply to test the waters, watching her facial expressions. He felt himself grow relieved when he saw how deep in pleasure she was. Her eyes were clenched shut, chest rising and falling quickly. He took that as a sign to continue, thrusting into her deep and slow. He gripped her hips tightly, deepening the intensity of his thrusts. The boy was absolutely enamored. How could she be so cute in such a filthy state? Tongue lulled out the side of her mouth, hair tousled messily as sweat covered her delicate skin. Seeing her in such bliss only fueled his need to please her, to see her come undone beneath him. He continued to pound into her, every thrust filled with passion. 

“You’re so fucking pretty, angel,” he growled out leaning down to capture her breast in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around her nipple, nibbling softly before pulling away and doing the same to the other one. (Y/n) continued to let out a string of moans, tightening her grip on the Gryffindor's back. She couldn’t help but dig her fingers into the flesh of his back, trying to ground herself as her lower region received immense amounts of pleasure. She let out a cry of gratification as he began to rub at her clit with circular motions, digging her heels into his lower back. “God just look at you. You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock. Who’s making you feel this good?”

“Y-you Nev! S-so good. It’s so deep, so big.” she whimpered as she began to feel hot tears form in her eyes. “Love you so much, I love you!” she sobbed, resting her head on her chest. It was all too much, too good for her to handle. Neville cooed at her adoringly continuing to thrust into her. “C-close….”

“Hold it for just one second of love. Let’s cum together.” He grunted. After a few moments, he felt a familiar pit in his stomach signaling his release. His thrust began to grow sloppy, hips stuttering but as he went to pull out, the girl stopped him.

“Please don’t. I’m on birth control. Want you to cum inside of me, want you to fill me up.” Neville gripped at her hips harder, pistoning them with an animalistic amount of pace. The moans of them both echoed off the greenhouse walls as they both released, collapsing against one another. (Y/n) shuddered, whimpering at the feeling of his thick seed spilling inside of her. It seemed nonstop, pouring and pouring deeper inside of her, dribbling out past him and onto the table.

Neville let out a breathless chuckle at the sight, feeling a sense of pride at the fact that it was his seed dripping out of her. No one else. Not Malfoy, not his idiot friends, and certainly not those morons from in the hallway earlier. He stroked her skin gentle, watching as she shuddered at his touch. “Sorry love, it seems I left quite the mark on your neck.” he mumbled, brushing his fingertips along the healing mark he had left. It was a big purple hickey, the same shade as the bruises on her hips.

“S’okay. I’ll have something that reminds me of you. I think I accidentally gave you one too when I came. I couldn’t help myself.” Neville viewed his reflection in the small hanging mirror across the room. Moving his long shaggy hair to the side, he saw a small reddish bruise, the indent from her teeth still visible. 

“It’s a shame that I didn’t get to show you the rest of the plants you wanted.” he frowned. He had totally forgotten that was the entire reason they had come to the greenhouse today. Neville wanted his girl’s first day at Hogwarts to be absolutely perfect in every way and he had ruined it in his own fit of selfish greed.

“Are you kidding me?” she asked, sitting up. She winced slightly but continued on. “This was way better than any sort of plant! Nothing says ‘welcome to Hogwarts’ like what we just had.” Neville let out a breath that he wasn’t even aware he had been holding.

Even though this was the first day of them meeting in person, he knew this was the girl for him. As the sun set and they both held each other in their arms, the pair couldn’t help but wonder what was in store for them. What adventures lie ahead? Only time could tell. But luckily they didn’t have to spend another minute apart. (Y/n) was no longer just a flight away, but a mere inches apart.

[hooniee]

— ꒰‧ you got caught, loser :)  *ೃ༄

↷jungwon x reader ⋯ ♡ᵎ

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─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .*

from the coordinating phone cases to the mysterious texts that have been popping up on jungwon’s phone but wouldn’t let the rest of the members see, everybody could tell that he was dating someone.

but who was it?

that’s what they needed to know and they had the perfect person for the job. the hyung line and sunoo gathered ni-ki in the kitchen.

at first, ni-ki was terrifed as his hyungs whispered among themselves, nodding at some silent agreement. he orignally thought he was in trouble for accidently spilling water on jay’s switch, which thankfully wasn’t this conversation. it would be chaos once jay found out but back to the point.

seeing his hyungs evil smirks, he knew that he wasn’t in trouble but SOMEONE was and ni-ki needed to be the one to do something. he rolled his eyes, noticing jungwon wasn’t there.

“okay, what did jungwon hyung do?”

the boys are taken aback by ni-ki’s sudden question and laugh. asking him how he knew, ni-ki responded on how painfully obvious they were being about trying to be sneaky and how jungwon was the only one who wasn’t there. they cut to the chase since there was no point in hiding it.

“we need you to spy on jungwon in school. it looks like he has a girlfriend but we don’t know who it is”

most of enhypen were in their last years of high school while jungwon and ni-ki were freshman. the only closest outlet to jungwon they could have would be ni-ki.

“what’s in it for me?”

“dumplings”

“deal”

ni-ki always wanted something in return for his jobs like the cheeky teenage boy he is. heeseung knew so he prepared a bunch of dumplings just like ni-ki likes.

the next day, ni-ki is preparing himself to “stalk” jungwon. he watches as he slips on his shoes and heads out the door, giving a small “i’m leaving” to jay in the kitchen. ni-ki eyes outside of his room before quickly hurrying down and slipping on his shoes.

jay winks at ni-ki to go get him and ni-ki is out the door. he hides behind a bush in front of their house, keeping a close eye on jungwon before someone comes from the side. he sees a girl with the same uniform as jungwon and before she turn around, ni-ki catches a glimpse of her face. his eyes widen and his jaw drops.

why was jungwon holding hands with (y/n)?

(y/n) was the boys neighbor and her mother was always kind enough to drop by and check in on them, (y/n) sometimes tagging along.

maybe the boys were blind to the fact of the heart eyes jungwon eyed you with when you stayed to chat, or the way you secretly shoot a ‘call me’ sign to jungwon before you left, making sure none of them saw it.

ni-ki quickly grabs his phone and snaps a picture just in case the hyungs need “evidence” and to “see it with their own eyes.”

ni-ki quietly follows behind, catching some weird stares of people passing by. he sees your fingers tightly intertwined while jungwon lightly swings your arms. you say something causing jungwon to burst into a fit of giggles. ni-ki externally cringes at how in love his hyung looked. not saying it was a bad thing for him to fall in love but it was gross seeing how much of a simp he was in 4k.

he keeps tabs on you guys all day, not missing a moment of love struck puppy jungwon. he updates the hyungs who almost passed out reading the text.

jay: you mean a different (y/n) right?

ni-ki: yeah, his classmate (y/n)

jay: oh see guys

sunoo: THAT’S THE SAME PERSON IDIOT

since jungwon’s hyungs+ni-ki are evil people, they decided to make a fun little thing for jungwon. they texted jungwon, saying they would be out for a while and he would have the house for himself for a while. they tell him, especially, that if he wanted to bring anyone over while they were gone, they would be fine. 

he caught the bait as ni-ki overheard yours and jungwon’s conversation.

“do you want to come over? my hyungs will be gone for a while, we can watch a movie together?”

jungwon shyly asks, his face glowing from the anxiousness that filled his body. ni-ki wanted to gag but held it in. ni-ki texted his hyungs

ni-ki: plan party confrontation start!

ni-ki heard your footsteps coming and quickly ran into the boys bathroom. making sure your footsteps were gone, ni-ki quickly ran out before texting his hyungs that they had around 15 minutes to set things up.

the house was a tornado. sunghoon was quick to make a poster, decorating it with some glitter. heeseung glanced at it with a ‘seriously?’ look before sunghoon shrugged it off.

sunoo took a piece of paper and ripped it into little shreds for confetti. jay took a little cupcake and put one of those huge birthday candles with the number 2. those were the only ones they had </3

jake kept a lookout to make sure they weren’t coming yet while heeseung blew up one sad looking balloon.

“they’re coming! HIDE”

jake yells out before the boys quickly duck, hearing the door jingle slightly. they could hear your muffled conversation before the door clicked. jungwon opened the door before being showered with white ripped up pieces of paper. he spits out the ones that fell in his mouth before looking around. 

you gasps, trying to find a place to hide before ni-ki comes from nowhere, wagging his finger in your face and ushering you into the house.

you looked at the “you got caught losers :)” poster that sunghoon had drew with a wonky smily face. random glitter colors were sprinkled all over while some specs decorated the floor. jay came up to you guys.

“great job on getting caught won, (y/n)”

he puts the cupcake with the burning candle in jungwon’s hand. the wax was starting to make it’s way down to the frosting. jungwon looked at jake before he ushered him

“go ahead, don’t be shy the two of you”

jungwon looked at you trying to hold back your smile. he rolls his eyes, putting the cupcake in between you. you look at each other before softly blowing to put out the glowering yellow flame.

jungwon was busy glaring at his hyung before feeling a smear of cold cream lay on his cheek. he turns to you but you already start to boot it.

“you won’t get away with this (y/n)” 

he chases after you, wrapping his arms around your waist to lock you in. you try to let out but you give up easily. 

“kiss it off”

jungwon gestures at the frosting. you sigh, leaning in to kiss off the frosting that you had put on his cheek.

the hyungs regret their life choices right now.

[dreamescapeswriting]

One Summer In Paris ~ Missing

WORD COUNT: 4K

GENRE: Fluffy, romance, ex-lovers to lovers, 

PAIRING: Jungkook x Fem!Reader

DESCRIPTION: Jeon Jungkook had always loved Paris with its amazing views, incredible museums and the small Bookshop right across from the Effiel Tower. It was were he spent a lot of his summer breaks as a kid so he loved it well into his adulthood. There was one bookshop he rented a room in the summer that changed his life. It was a place where he felt happy and at peace whenever he had the chance to stay there. Where he fell in love for the first time and had his first heartbreak, a lot of firsts for him were in Paris. But what happens when he goes back to the same book shop four years later and finds the love of his life in the arms of another with a daughter who looks suspiciously like him…

THEMES: Single Parent, Jungkook x Fem!Reader, self insert, Smut will be included in a later chapter

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Grace grumbled as she made her way up the stairs to the apartment, she hadn't made the trip in years and here she was trying to find out where you were since the shop was open and no one was manning the till except for Josh who'd come by when he noticed the doors open. She was far too old to be climbing up all of these stairs on her own so she hit the door with her walking stick the second she got close enough.

"Y/n!" You jolted awake upon hearing your name rubbing the back of your neck from the dull pain that was there. 

"Grace? What-What's going on?" You groaned getting up from the floor, you'd fallen asleep on the floor in the apartment above your own while you were crying the night before. You pulled the door open to see Grace leaning on the wall as she tried to catch her breath.

"You tell me! I get a worried Joshua calling me because the shop doors are open and no one is here, what are you doing?! This is that stupid boy-" She continued ranting on as she grumbled about how stupid Jungkook was but your head was going back to the doors being open.

"I locked the doors..." You began running through your head about the night before, you remembered shutting and locking the door behind you since everyone had been gathered outside. 

"You and that stupid Jungkook boy! Whenever he's around you do nothing but make stupid decisions! I'm glad I told him to leave when I did when he was here the first time!" She continued ranting away about how she was the reason Jungkook left, you stared at her confused. Jungkook had left because he was famous and had obligations to go back to not because Grace had said something to him, 

"What do you mean you told him to leave?" You questioned as you stared at her, your blood boiling with every passing second. 

"I knew you were pregnant, I knew he would be no good. I told him to leave. I told him you didn't need him around." As much as you wanted to scream out at Grace your head went back to you being pregnant at the time.

"Areum-" You raced out of the apartment while Grace yelled after you to stop moving away from her while she was talking to you but you didn't care. Rushing into the apartment below you sprinted into your daughter's room to see Areum's bed was empty, her backpack was gone and some of her clothes were missing. 

"A-Areum?!" You screamed out looking around the apartment, maybe she'd been gone into your room but the whole place was empty. There were no signs of her anywhere making your heart race, Paris was huge and she had no idea where she was going alone. 

"Listen to me young lady I have been nothing but kind to you since you showed-" Your hand raised to your temples as you turned around to face Grace who seemed a little startled at you,

"Grace! Enough! My daughter is missing! I don't care if you don't like Jungkook okay?! It's not as if we're ever going to work out because of who he is but if you'll excuse me! I have a daughter to try and find," Grace stumbled back as you pushed out of the apartment trying to call Jungkook who but his phone was going straight to voicemail. You punched your hand into the wall crying out as you reached his voicemail box again,

"Did you take Areum with you? I'm not...I'm not mad but call me...Tell me she's with you please," You whispered your voice cracking at the thought of your daughter suddenly going missing. If she wasn't with Jungkook you'd have no idea where else she could be.

"Josh. Watch the shop until my worker can come in-" You tried to tell him but he began questioning you on what you were doing.

"Where are you doing?" He questioned as you looked outside, there were no more paparazzi and screaming fans so you assumed someone had said something to them the night before. Hopefully, Jungkook had called someone to fix everything but now you had another problem.

"Areum isn't here, is she with you?" He shook his head offering to call the police but you knew you couldn't call them until it had been at least a couple of hours. She had to have been missing for at least 24-hours before you could call someone about it.

"I'll find her dad, she...She has to be with him." You were stuttering as you walked out of the shop without a second thought about it. You began calling Jungkook's phone over and over again as you walked towards the hotel you knew he was staying at,

"Jungkook please answer your phone, I'm worried sick...She has to be with you, please tell me she's with you." You felt like you were going to vomit at the thought of Areum not being with him but out in Paris alone.

Areum jumped into Jungkook's arms as he spun her around in the air before he placed her sitting her on his hip. They were having breakfast together after having a sleepover the night before. Areum had shown up at the hotel a couple of minutes after him, he'd just gotten to his room when the reception called him and told him that they had a girl claiming to be his daughter. 

"Can I stay over again tonight?" Areum questioned as she walked over to the bed and began jumping up and down on it. Jungkook laughed softly about to say something when his phone began buzzing, it was finally turning back on after dying on him the night before. There were over 100 missed calls from you along with a lot of voicemails, as he was about to listen to them another call came through. He answered it, 

"Hey What's-" He was cut off when you began yelling at him loudly down the other side of the phone but he didn't understand a word you were saying.

"Y/n? W-Whoa! Why are you yelling?!" He grumbled moving the phone away from his ear so he could change ears. 

"WHY AM I YELLING?! Where's Areum?! Where-" Jungkook looked at Areum who was now hiding behind a pillow on the bed,

"She's sitting on my bed, she told me you dropped her off outside the hotel to sleep here for the night-" The scoff that left your throat made Jungkook realise that couldn't have been true.

"And you believed her?! You're such a fucking-" You took a deep breath to calm yourself down. Reminding yourself that the most important thing was that Areum was safe and sound instead of being around Paris. 

"C-Can I talk to her?" Jungkook hummed trying to give Areum the phone but she wiggled away from Jungkook and into the bathroom slamming and locking the door behind her. 

"She's in the bathroom, she won't-" The thought of your own daughter not wanting to see you made your heart break into pieces. 

"Let me in, please. I tried to get in but the receptionist kicked me out," Areum was still in the bathroom but Jungkook agreed hanging up the phone and to go to the door of the hotel room. There was no way Areum could get out without the room key so he began racing down to the reception area to look for you.

"Where is she?" He pulled you towards the elevator when he noticed the tears streaming down your cheeks, your hands were shaking as he got you into the elevator. You'd been feeling sick from the moment you realised Areum was missing.

"She's in the bathroom, she can't get out of the hotel room though." You looked at him while you swallowed the lump in your throat not knowing what to say about it, 

"G-Grace came to wake me up, the shop doors were open she must have walked out last night when I was kicking off...J-Jungkook," He shook his head at you, wrapping his arms around you as he brought you into a hug promising you that Areum was fine. Sobbing into his chest you held onto Jungkook's shirt tightly in your fist as you tried to calm yourself down. All you wanted to hug Areum but you wanted to discipline her for running out on you like that, she knew she wasn't supposed to be alone out on the streets like that. She knew the rules about going off on her own.

"Areum?" You called out cooly as you walked into the bathroom. Jungkook had used a knife on the door lock on the outside so you could walk into the room. When you walked in she was sitting in the giant bathtub, seriously that thing was the size of your bed back home almost. Areum was crying as she looked at her hands not wanting to look at you, 

"Why are you crying, princess?" You groaned as you got into the bathtub beside her, she sniffled using her firsts to wipe her face. Jungkook handed her some tissue as he got in beside her, you'd both sandwiched her between one another.

"You and dad were fighting...You were supposed to be happy, w-we went out together, we were a family. We were going to be a happy and complete family." You bit your lip as you realised what she wanted to happen and what she thought was happening between the two of you. Jungkook looked at you sadly as he even realised what Areum was talking about. 

"A-Areum me and your dad...We haven't been together in a long time and we- We might never be again," Jungkook felt his heart shut down as you said it might never be he thought the time you'd spent together would be good and lead to more. 

"I want you to be together, you have to be together like in all of the movies," All of those movies seemed to be going to her head and your heart sank at the thought of telling a four-year-old girl that love stories weren't always real. Jungkook looked at Areum as she began to nod off, she hadn't slept well the night before Jungkook knew that since she was in the bed beside him on his phone watching movies and playing games. 

"Let's let her sleep for a while," He whispered picking her up and taking her over to the bedroom, he placed her into the bed and you both sat on the floor watching her. You leant back against the wall watching her in silence and Jungkook sigh as he went off to make a drink. 

"I haven't been that scared since her birth," You admitted as Jungkook handed you a mug of hot chocolate, he slid down onto the floor beside you and watched you. He'd been wondering things about the pregnancy but he never knew how to ask you about it all.

"What happened when she was born?" You swallowed some of the hot chocolate letting it relax you as you leant your head back against the wall just watching Areum sleeping. The thoughts of her birth coming back to you,

"It was a difficult birth-" You'd never opened up to anyone about this, not even Grace who had you discharged from the hospital.

"We nearly died Jungkook," You whimpered as you turned to look up at him.

Dear god, why did it have to be now? Was this some kind of punishment for not telling Jungkook that you were carrying around his child. It had been eight months since Jungkook left and you knew you were due but not for another month at least. You whined out as you rubbed your hand over your stomach trying to calm yourself down.

"You alright dear?" An elderly lady beside you on the bus questioned when she watched you run your hand over the bump that was coming from your top. You shook your head as you locked eyes with her for a second, 

"I-I think I'm in labour," You stuttered but just as you finished your sentence the bus stopped abruptly and you groaned looking out of the window. The whole roads seemed to be blocked and it looked as though you were going to be here for a while.

"Traffic? It's not rush hour," You hissed looking at the elderly lady who was getting up to see what was taking so long, 

"There's some kind of event going on, the stadium is packed out for some boy band." The universe was really trying to torture you with this, you stared out of the window to see posters of Jungkook strung everywhere. There were huge posters of him everywhere making you feel even worse about this. Your eyes glanced around out of the window to see fans all over the place. That was what was blocking the roads and stopping everything from moving. 

"Hey, it's okay. We'll get you to the hospital in no time," The elderly came back over to you, introducing herself as Audrey as she tried to distract you from the pain you were experiencing. You stared into her eyes as you began to feel the pain of a contraction rush through you, along with a sweating sensation and a pain that made your head fall back against the seats. You groaned out loudly as you felt a contraction hit you,

"Can you keep it down!" Someone yelled from the back of the bus as they played their show out for everyone to hear. Audrey shook her head as she stood up to look at the children at the back,

"She's in labour, how about you show some consideration," Audrey snapped back stripping herself from the cardigan she was wearing and looking at you. It was May in Paris so you were in a summer dress. She put your legs up onto the chair in front of you to make you comfortable and she looked at you, 

"Do you want me to check? Or I can call a doctor," You nodded at the second option taking out your phone to call Grace who was supposed to be with you when you went into labour but evidently she wasn't here. She was supposed to be the one that helped you through all of this since she used to be a midwife.

"Hi, yes! I have a young girl here who seems to be going into labour," Your eyes were starting to water as you felt another contraction coming on, your hands gripped onto the edge of the chair as you screamed out in pain. Crying heavily as you threw your head back against the seat, 

"We're stuck in traffic, there's no way for us to get to you or for you to get to us...Yes...Yes...I understand, thank you." She hung up her phone and looked at you anxiously which didn't make you feel like the best right now,

"We have to try and time your contractions okay? Did you take birth classes, do you know the techniques?" You knew everything, you'd been doing all of the classes with Grace by your side as well as taking extra classes since you were so scared of doing this alone. The books were piled up at home which you'd been reading every time they'd come into the shop.

"I don't want to do this here, I don't want to," You were laid on the back seats of the bus with your legs up, the men on the bus had all surrendered their jackets to put up against the windows so no one could see inside while Audrey and another lady from the bus were up at the back of the bus with you. The driver had turned on the engine to run the air-conditioner for you while others were offering you water, blankets and everything else you were going to need for this.

"You have to, you're ready to push and we still can't move okay? Push for five seconds, ready?"

"No!" You screamed looking at her but she gave you a sympathetic smile while squeezing your hand, you took a deep breath before pushing for as hard and long as you could, 

"Let's go," Your head flung back against the seat as you began crying, you could hear the music from the concert playing as you began delivering your baby, it was truly the worlds way of saying "fuck you" to you as you did all of this. Pushing harder as you heard chanting of Jungkook's name, along with others.

"Push!" You screamed out a curse word in french as you began pushing once again trying to block out the music as you continued to push through the pain that was ripping through you. 

"A couple more pushes and you'll be done, I promise," Audrey squeezed your hand but you couldn't feel it, everything felt like it was so far away from you right now nothing felt like where it was supposed to be. Even the concert music and screams of the fans were beginning to drown in and out of your hearing. 

"Y/n? Can you hear me?" You rolled your head forward limply pushing once again until you heard a screaming child and people clapping. You smiled weakly as you heard the healthy screams of a baby,

"It's a girl," Someone yelled cheerfully but your body slumped forward in the seat, 

"Audrey?" The other woman that had been helping yelled as she tried to wake you up but your heart rate was slowing down and they could barely feel it pulsating in your neck. 

"Ambulance or something, please! She's losing a lot of blood!" The screams continued until you heard nothing else around you.

"I woke up in the hospital a week later, Grace had been looking after Areum while I was out." You whispered as you looked at Jungkook before staring down into the cup in your hands. 

"We were in town?" Jungkook felt odd that he was there for the birth of his daughter but not really there for you. You nodded at him while laughing at yourself thinking back on it now you could laugh on it, 

"I think the universe was trying to play some kind of sick joke on me for not telling you," He sighed wrapping his arm around your shoulders as you began to cry into his arms thinking back on it all.

"I'm sorry Jungkook, I should have told you when I got pregnant, I just-" He shook his head at you kissing your temple softly, 

"I should have told you who I was. I guess it kind of makes us even," You rolled your eyes, there was nothing on this Earth that could make you even for taking his daughter away from knowing him for four years. You'd never do it again, you were going to let him be a part of her life any way he wanted.

"I knew if you knew you'd stay but you mean so much to those people and I-I was angry at you for not telling me so I hid it. I'm sorry." Jungkook shook his head at you and you stared into his eyes wondering how he was being so calm about this, 

"Everything happens for a reason right?" You remembered saying that to him, he had you tattoo the saying onto the inside of his arm which made you smile.

"What?" He chuckled wondering what you were thinking about and you reached up to touch his arm gently, 

"I just remembered you making me tattoo the saying on you-" He knew what you were going to say so he began rolling up the sleeve of his jacket to reveal the tattoo to you. It was still right there, along with some new additions to his neverending collection, 

"You didn't cover it up?" He shook his head at your question he would never cover something up that meant so much to him. 

"Why would I cover up something someone I love did for me?" Your eyebrows raised at his statement and you stared at him, 

"Love? Not past tense?" He nodded taking your hand in his and giving it a small squeeze and your heart began to pound once again. 

"I still love you," He whispered as he finally admitted that he was still in love with you after all of this time.

"I love you too," You admitted to him and to yourself as you stared at him. His hand slowly reached up to cup your face in his hand and he ran his thumb along your skin smiling to himself as he could finally touch you the way he used to. He'd missed being able to be free with you like this no more holding back around you. 

"I missed you," He whispered as he moved closer to you - as if it was even possible you were practically sitting on top of one another as it was. 

"Every time I looked at Areum and I saw you...I missed you a lot Jungkook," Without another thought, you connected your lips together wanting to know if the sparks were still there and they were. The fireworks exploded in your head as soon as your lips touched one another and from there it was as if nothing had changed, there had been no break between you. He moved his hands onto your waist and sat you on his lap while you worked your hands into his black hair tugging at the strands as you made out on the floor. Everything felt as though it was falling into place as you kissed him, all of the pieces of the jigsaw clicking into place, he licked along your bottom lip but you pulled away from him. Panting heavily as you laid your forehead against his, 

"W-We should stop before she wakes up," Your voice came out hoarse and Jungkook smirked, he loved that he still had that effect on you. You didn't want Areum to see and get excited over something after you both told her you weren't together.

"I just-" The door opened as he was about to talk so you sprung apart, standing there was Namjoon who was scanning the room for Jungkook until he saw you standing there. 

"Y/n, I've heard a lot about you." His voice was calm as he shook your hand which made you laugh softly. Jungkook was glowing a bright red colour as the room was suddenly filled by 7 men all of them staring at you both. BTS and their manager who did not look too pleased to see Jungkook right now, 

"We have a lot to do to sort all of this out, I took care of the paparazzi and fans last night but-" He stopped speaking once he noticed that you were in the room, he didn't know how to deal with this. 

"Mum?" You turned to see Areum making her way over to you all as she rubbed her eyes tiredly wondering what was going on around her, 

"She's tired, I can take her home and get some rest-" You tried to tell Jungkook,

"No!" All six members chorused as they turned to look at you and a startled Areum. 

"I've been picking up toys since I left my apartment," Taehyung groaned wanting to spend time with someone who he would treat as a little niece. He held up a bag in his hand,

"I had to admit I brought along some things for her too," Namjoon admitted, everyone looked at you since you were the one in charge of her. Jungkook turned to you to see if you would be comfortable with all of it and you smiled.

"We can get to know one another while Jungkook gets into trouble," Jimin laughed wrapping his arm around you as Jungkook was lead out of the room with his manager. You quickly exchanged looks and a small wave before the door shut behind him and you were left with Areum and her six uncles who were all dying to get to know her more. 

"She's tired so don't be too surprised if she starts crying at too much attention," Areum was sitting beside Taehyung and Yoongi as they spoke to her asking her some basic questions. A small toy piano sitting in front of her as Yoongi taught her some basic chords as she stared up at him in awe.

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Fangirl pt. 2

Genre: Romance, Slow Burn, Idol A/U

Pairing: BTS OT7 x reader

Rating: PG

Summary: Y/N, being a huge fangirl, finally got her chance to work alongside her favorite idol group as a backup dancer. She gets to know each member personally and realizes that her feelings may be more than fangirl-idol attraction.

Word Count: 4K

Taglist: @nochujeonjk​

PARTS: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | ... masterlist

“Hey there, early bird! I missed you!” As I was patting off the dust from my backside, my slight irritation was gone as my brother rushed to give me a big hug. We barely see each other nowadays, now that I live alone. We used to live together but he moved in with his girlfriend around three months ago. We used to be two peas in a pod, never leaving each other’s side. Best friends. I don’t hate that he moved out, though. I actually learned to be a lot more independent due to that, and I gained a new friend which was his girlfriend. She’s older than us by two years so I guess I gained an older sister through him. “Did you eat breakfast? Or maybe brunch?” he peeked at his watch as he continues to hug me.

“Only a roll of kimbap from the aunty across my building. I don’t want to eat a lot when I’m nervous.” I giggled as I release him from my arms.

He exclaimed with his mouth agape. “Right. You tend to vomit when you’re really nervous.” He pats my shoulder and escorted me up the steps and through the doors. “Don’t worry, they’ll love you. Those guys are really nice, but I can’t say anything about your new teammates since they’re new as well. Let’s just pray they treat you well.” He pats my head in adoration. We arrived at the front desk and I proceeded to ask for Mina. She gave me a visitor’s ID and my brother broke my conversation with her when she offered to give me directions, telling that he’ll escort me on the floor where I’m needed instead.

We exited the elevator and he directed me to a hallway with huge glass door at the end. We turned and maneuvered our way to another hallway with two huge frosted glass. He pushed the door and I could see the whole floor until the other end of the building, with rows of cubicles and people with eyes glued to their screens. A beautiful, cozy and conducive workplace. Some were huddling and discussing, and a few of them were chatting and exchanging laughs. Jiyong pulled my hand and we increased our pace. “I want you to meet my team.”

I was greeted by somewhat familiar faces as I recognize them from my last video call with my brother. Three men and two women were chatting around a circular table in a small room. Some of them got up from their seats as my brother entered the room with me following him behind.

“Wow. Now that we see you in person, you both really look alike. That’s amazing.” One female rushed to my brother’s side, pushed him against me, and gazed at our faces. I stared at my brother and he also stared back. We both chortle as we both felt amused with his workmates. We grew up used to people amazed with us looking so similar to each other, being identical twins. I spent a few moments with my brother’s workmates and they congratulated me as they discover that I’ll work for the same company along them. They gave lots of advices, tips and whatnots to make work life here easier. My brother proceeded to excuse both of us out the room, across the huge office space and back to the elevator.

“I know you don’t want to eat but let me at least get you coffee or something small to bite. I don’t think you had coffee yet, and we both know how you function without it.” I actually forgot to make coffee for myself back at home or even dropped by my favorite coffee shop along the way. I was too nervous to actually remember. “Relax sis.” He giggled as he rubbed his hands on my shoulder, pushing me inside the elevator.

He escorted me to the cafeteria in the lobby. He offered to pay and I obliged. I ordered a really huge cup of Iced Americano and he ordered his coffee and snack. I missed spending quality time like this with my brother, though brief. I glanced at my watch and it was already 9:40 am. I gulped down my coffee within 5 minutes, almost choking with how swift I finished it. I pushed his arm to alert him to hurry as he was supposed to escort me to where the meeting is.

I arrived just outside of the room. I was staring at the frosted glass with my hand frozen inches away from the doorknob. Upon opening, I was met with turning heads and stares from girls sitting around on the floor of the dance practice room. I guess they’re the newly hired female backup dancers. Great, they all know each other already. Maybe they all belong in a dance crew? Why am I nervous?

“Nice to meet you everyone.” I bowed as I slowly trot towards them. “Are you here for the meeting as well?” A few of them stood up quickly and bowed back.

A fellow dancer that I didn’t notice at the far right side of the room bowed as well. We all exchanged introductions as they offered me to sit with them. They all seem nice and friendly. Ages were asked and it turns out I’m the maknae out of all the 15 dancers here inside the room. I also discovered that half of us were part of the same street dance crew, five were former backup dancers of other idols and I’m the only sole dancer without a crew.

Two men came inside the dance room and talked to us for around 2 hours. I’m guessing they’re the dance directors. They informed us that even though they accepted us as a part of the dance team already, they’ll be asking us to participate at a live evaluation later today with freestyle dance. I looked around the room and I was more nervous than ever. I felt slightly intimidated by the presence of all these seasoned dancers. Deep down in my mind, I think I’m out of my league here. I got myself into a situation where I’m the least experienced out of everyone.

As the main choreographers continue to talk, I couldn’t hold in my pee. I really need to go to the restroom right now but I’m too shy to excuse myself out. “Why did I have to gulp down a huge cup of coffee just before this meeting? This is so not helping with my nerves.” To my luck, they concluded the meeting and excused themselves out of the room to leave all of us to prepare for the live evaluation. I bolted out of the room in search for a restroom. I faintly recalled a sight of a restroom just across the hallway. I ran past a practice room, blasting to Fake Love and a few chatters and laugh. I unconsciously hummed to the song in my head, closing my eyes for a moment as I ran to the restroom.

I opened my eyes and didn’t grasp the second I bumped into someone in front of the restroom signs dividing the female and male rooms. My backside embraced the floor once more.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t see…” To my luck, the person I bumped into was…

“Yoongi hyung. Should we...?” Jimin quickly came out from the male restroom just behind Yoongi, whom I’ve bumped into. Yoongi was looking at me, examining my face and slowly recollecting the memory from this morning.

“You again? I thought I told you to watch where you’re going.” He just stood there as I rub my backside. He was about to bend down and reach his hand out but Jimin quickly offered to lift me up. I gladly obliged but shit, my butt really hurts. I forced a smile as I tried to hide my winces from the pain.

“Are you okay?” Jimin asked, hands still on my forearm and looking at my face. I felt bashful from his gesture. I realized that a BTS member just helped me up. His skin is so smooth that it looked like ceramic, and such adorable cheeks that I just want to pinch.

“Thank you so much.” I bowed as I respectfully removed my hand from Jimin. I could still feel Yoongi staring while my head was down.

“Are you… an employee here?” Yoongi asked with a tone different from how he spoke to me this morning just outside the building. I stood up straight and saw Jimin with a bright smile, also waiting for my response. He placed his arm on Yoongi’s shoulder.

“I’m new here, just today actually.” My eyes were glued to both of them, realizing that I was in front of two BTS members. An opportunity beyond my wildest dreams. I’m actually conversing with them and not just me talking into thin air to their posters and cut-outs. “Backup dancer.” Jimin’s face lit up with a grin split across his face.

“I didn’t know the evaluation will be today.” Jimin removed his arm from Yoongi and bowed down. “Looking forward to working with you.” I was surprised with Jimin’s enthusiasm. I bowed back a second after him. Standing up straight, I looked at Yoongi. He looked like he wants to say something, with his mouth slightly open.

“It’s such an honor to meet you both but I’m sorry, I really need to use the restroom.” I excused myself quickly to the restroom. I rushed inside and closed the door.

Jimin placed his arm back on Yoongi’s shoulder and they both walked back to the practice room where the other members are. “Feels like I want to watch the evaluation. Do you want to join me?”

“I still have to finish up my demo in the studio. Why not ask Hobi?”

“That’s a good idea actually.” Jimin giggled at the excitement. There’s also a thought inside his mind why he felt slight familiarity when he saw your face. He doesn’t recall where he saw you or if you have worked together before. He let the thought occupy him for a few moments before pushing it aside as he goes inside the practice room.

“Hey Jimin, look at this!” Taehyung beckoned Jimin to see the video playing on his mobile. J-hope was reaching for a cup of water from the dispenser at the side of the room while chatting with RM, who was trying to catch his breath. Jin and Jungkook were going through some of the steps in front of the mirror.

“Hobi-hyung. Today’s the evaluation for the new female backup dancers.” Jimin called as he was walking to Taehyung. Hobi was alerted to Jimin’s call. “Want to watch?”

“I’m sure our presence won’t help with the nerves of the dancers. Better to watch next time.” Hobi finished his cup of water and brushed his fingers through his hair as he discarded the cup. Jimin was intrigued once more by the thought of the familiarity from your face. He couldn’t put his finger where he saw you. He was sure that he must have at least saw your face once or twice.

“Hey, look at this.” Taehyung pouted and pulled on Jimin’s shirt to ask him to join him on the floor. Jimin followed.

…..

While I was waiting for my turn for the evaluation, my encounter with Jimin and Yoongi kept repeating in my mind. I get to meet BTS members twice in one day. Too bad that it both started with me slumped on the floor. Jimin’s ethereal blonde hair with his adorable grin and Yoongi with his cool demeanor. I never thought I’ll get to meet them on my first day here.

“Next, Y/N” Interrupting my daydream, I heard the female dance director call my name. I stood off the floor and walked to the middle of the room, facing the dance directors. The other dancers, who finished their evaluations, were silently cheering for me at the back. “We’ll let you dance to a hip-hop piece and an additional dance piece afterwards.” I curled my hand at my side and waited for the song to start. I could feel the stares of the dance directors, anticipating me to start as well.

The first beat started to blast across the room and I felt a smirk plastered across my face. I’m sure the dance directors saw it as well. I recognized the song and let the beat take over my body. I could feel my hair whipping around as I pop my body to each beat. I recall the times when I would enjoy dancing to random songs late at night with my fellow dance teachers at the dance studio. Dancing like this, I really felt like I’m in my own world. With every slow beat, I could feel my body rolling and with every strong beat, I let myself pop.

The song lasted a minute before the dance director asked to stop it. The other dancers were clapping their hands so loud that I was broken from my euphoria from dancing. I could feel that my cheeks were burning from their enthusiasm. I went back to my shy posture with both hands at my side, trying my best to catch my breath. I could see smiles from the dance directors as they exchanged words and looked at my folder. My eyes roamed the room when something caught my attention. Someone was watching from the door, both arms across his chest and with a grin that felt like sunshine.

“Hoseok? Are you here to watch?” One of the dance directors noticed J-hope standing at the door. Semi-silent gasps were heard from the other dancers as they take in the presence of the BTS member. J-hope just smiled with his cheeks high up while he walks towards the dance directors’ table. Jimin popped in soon after, skipping towards J-hope.

“We just finished our practice. Jimin thought it would be nice to pop in. Is it okay to observe for a while?” Hoseok pulled out a chair for him and Jimin. They both sat down and looked ahead. I froze in place. I can’t feel my hands. My gaze went to the other female dancers and I could see that they were really trying hard to hide their amazement that Jimin and J-hope appeared before us. I looked back to J-hope and Jimin. Usually, I would scream and jump from where I’m standing. I would cheer their names and maybe even take out a banner, but not today. I am standing in front of them, waiting for my turn to dance to whatever song the dance directors chose next. I cannot control my nerves as of the moment. It’s taking over me, hindering all movements I thought of. I can’t feel my fingers. This is it, this is the end of this chance. I won’t be hired as a backup dancer if I can’t move and handle this pressure. I thought all of this nonstop.

“Y/N, you may start.” I heard the female dance director and it horrified me as I begin to hear the music. Looks like the music has already started for some time now. The faces of the other dancers were of worry and confusion. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. This is my only chance. I should redeem myself. As I absorb the music, I was met by familiarity and bliss. I had already performed this song as a modern dance piece when I was a student along with my fellow students in the dance department.

Slowly, I let the music take over my body from my core until the tips of my fingers. Like a graceful swan, I flew across the room. I slid on the floor and stood up with an elegant smooth body roll. Jumps that took no effort and landing so sophisticated that it almost didn’t make any sound. I was eager to get this job and I gave everything. The room felt blacked out with just myself in the middle of it, being in the bright spotlight. The moment the song stopped, reality swiftly hit me. I was back in the practice room being evaluated by dance directors, observed by two BTS members and cheered on by other enthusiastic and supportive dancers.

Being the shy duckling I am, I stood straight like a soldier with both hands at the side. All the dance directors were still staring at me and both J-hope and Jimin were nodding in approval. Despite my horrible start, I’m so glad I redeemed myself. I could explode right now from the amount of emotions flooding through me. Now that I’ve finished the evaluation, I found myself staring at the two BTS members. Jimin with his dark grey loose shirt, black FILA track pants, Balenciaga bag swung across his chest, and cool dangling earpieces. J-hope in a peach flowy long-sleeve top with a green vest, brown baseball cap loosely hanging on top his head and brown shorts that shows his toned legs. They were both conversing when I felt Jimin’s long stares directed at me. He looks slightly intrigued but nevertheless, stares from this man could kill. I felt flushed and let my eyes wander elsewhere.

“Thank you Y/N. Next please.” I bowed and rushed towards the back of the room, joining the other dancers. I was met by praises from the other dancers. My heart felt warm from all the affirmation the others were giving me but I was still bothered by the stares from Jimin. I looked at him once more and he’s still staring at me. He studied my face and smiled when he saw me getting shy from his stares. I turned my head away and looked in front towards the next dancer.

Both of them stayed for a while before excusing themselves out of the room. Some of the dancers were whispering that they’re sad that two of the boys are now not in our presence. I admit that I’m a bit sad too but I can finally breath and relax. Despite being so nervous with them present during my evaluation, I was elated that they were here inside the room as me. I’m lying if I say that my heart wasn’t pounding furiously. I’m just trying to be professional here but I’m still a big fangirl at heart.

…..

“Are you okay? You’ve been too occupied by your thoughts since a while ago.” Hoseok asked Jimin as he sips from his juice. Jungkook and Taehyung who were sitting across the two boys, eating their post-practice snack, were intrigued by J-hope’s question. They noticed Jimin was staring away with his brows furrowed.

“I really think that I saw that backup dancer somewhere but I can’t put my finger on it. Her face looks too familiar.” Jimin sipped his juice through a straw.

“Which backup dancer? The first one?” Hoseok studied Jimin’s face. Jimin nods. “I haven’t seen someone dance like that in a long time. Her passion just captivates you and pulls you in. I can’t wait to work with her and all the other dancers.” Hoseok beamed with hope as he recalls your evaluation performance.

“Also, the modern dance piece that she did felt familiar as well. I could actually feel my body dancing with her but I couldn’t remember where or when I danced to that song.” Jimin admitted.

“Did you watch the whole evaluation?” Jungkook asked the two. Taehyung kept on scrolling through his social media.

“We only watched a few but they were good.” Jimin replied, getting a smile from Hoseok.

“Yeah, especially the one you’re trying so hard to remember. You were staring at her, did you know that? It’s a shocker that she did not melt from your stares.” Jimin turned to Hoseok, surprised by his hyung’s revelation.

“Really? Oh no hyung, I’m too embarrassed by myself. I really didn’t know.” Jimin covered his face with both his hands.

“What made you embarrassed?” Yoongi comes up behind them with an Iced Americano cupped in his hands.

“You remember the girl that bumped into you when went to the restroom? Hobi-hyung and I saw her evaluation and I didn’t realize that I was staring at her the whole time. He just pointed this out to me now.” Jimin, still with a hand covering half his face. “Hobi-hyung, you should’ve told me to stop or something. That’s too embarrassing.”

Yoongi sat down on a vacant chair beside Taehyung. “Actually, I need to apologize to her as well.” The four boys turned their heads to Yoongi looking all confused. Taehyung was about to ask him for the reason but he was soon cut off by Jimin.

“Was it because she bumped into you outside the restroom? And you didn’t help her up?” Yoongi’s face became a bit darker, frowning.

“We already bumped into each other the first time this morning. I was so pissed off about something that I just ignored her and walked away. The second time was with you, Jimin.” Yoongi sipped his coffee once more, contemplating on his actions. He admits that despite being so pissed at something, he should’ve at least shown decency and helped you up. Now that he knows he’s probably going to see you around and work with you, he felt awkward thinking back on how disrespectful he was towards you.

“Wow. You’ve met this woman today and she’s already bumped into you twice, Suga-hyung. She also made Jimin-hyung bothered and Hobi-hyung eager to work with her after seeing her dance. Now I’m interested in meeting her.” Jungkook jokingly teased his elder members as he chows down his sandwich.

…..

After the evaluation, we were told that they will be contacting us again after a few days and if deemed unworthy by the other dance directors from their opinions on our evaluation, we will be informed if we passed or not. Apparently, our positions on the dance team is not final. I still have to wait for a few days to know my fate. All the dance directors walked out the room and all of the other dancers started packing up their stuff. Some of them walked up to me and praised me for my performance. They also teased me that they were afraid that I was so caught up with my nerves when the two BTS members walked in during my evaluation. They said that if it was them, they would be so nervous as well and commended me for still giving a wonderful performance despite my obvious stumble when the music started.

One by one, the dancers head home. I glanced at my watch and was surprised with how fast time flies. It’s already 4 in the afternoon. I phoned my brother to check on him.

“You done with work? We just finished and everyone went home. Can we eat out? I need some company, I feel so drained. My treat.” I stayed in front of the door out the practice room as I swiftly typed in my message.

Thinking back, I haven’t had the time to process what a whirlwind this day was. It started on a bad first meeting with Suga (which was definitely my fault), a surprise evaluation from the dance team, bumping into Suga again (still my fault. By the way, I really need to be careful from now on) and meeting Jimin in the most unappealing places ever, impressed the dance directors but absolutely botched the second dance when Jimin and J-hope came in to watch, and finally, I’m still not sure if I’ll get this job or not because I still have to wait for their mail. I’m so proud of myself that I’m still standing up straight. Thinking about it just makes my knees buckle. I can barely hold myself straight due to my nerves before when I try to dance in front of other people or even when I met BTS once at a fan meet. I should give myself a pat on the back. Yup, I deserve that for getting out of my comfort zone and not making myself look like an idiot in front of everyone.

“Your treat? I’m about to finish. Wait for me.” My brother replied. I laughed so hard. Bribing each other with food is truly our signature move. Not that I’m complaining but you can never say no to free food.

“Korean Barbeque it is.”

Next part: 3

[1kook]

mean jungkook + library sex

alternatively titled: skirt chasers — drabble ii 

this technically takes place before drabble i so the chronology is all fucked up but bear with me girlies... as most things on this blog do, it started w/ a gif v.v somehow it ended up being 4k and none of its proofread but are we surprised at this point cue the ted talk ending sequence 

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He was so mean.

Jungkook was horribly, terribly mean to you sometimes, and you wondered why you still allowed him to call himself your boyfriend when time and again he’d shown how mean he could be.

“Don’t do this,” you begged, voice but a hoarse whisper in the library, so desolate and void of the usual bustle of student life it had during the day time. It was nearing 10pm now, and you know the grad students who worked behind the front desk would change shifts soon. Their brief moment of inattention was what Jungkook had planned his little stunt around tonight.

He smirked, eyes facing forward at the empty seats on the other side of the table. Empty, because unlike your usual study dates, where he’d sprawl himself across from you and spend about half of his time just admiring at you, Jungkook had decided tonight that he’d sit beside you.

You hadn’t minded at first, not really seeing what the difference between sitting in front of you or beside you made, so you’d let him dump his books onto the table. Yeah it made things a little more crowded as you tried to squeeze both your laptops and an endless amount of books onto the surface, but it wasn’t anything to cry about.

No, the real issue had presented itself fifteen minutes ago when Jungkook abruptly shut his laptop. Usually, this was Jungkook speak for ‘I’ve reached maximum productivity and would like to go home now’ to which you had instinctively shut down your own computer as well. But unlike other study dates, where your boyfriend would haphazardly shove all his books into his bag and then patiently wait for you to organize your stuff, pretty, doe eyes gazing at you like you were his entire universe, Jungkook had had different plans for tonight.

“Quiet in the library,” he scolded, no real bite behind his words, the tip of his pointer finger brushing barely—and you mean barely—against your slit again. A clock ticked somewhere. Another minute dragged by.

A particular prod further down your folds made you squeal, and Jungkook shushed you quickly. “So loud,” he sighs, finally turning in his seat to face you. His movement granted you a moment of relief, his teasing hand moving away from you. His usual adoring gaze was nowhere to be seen, dark brown eyes half-lidded as he placed an elbow on the back of his chair, leaning his head into his open palm.

The library was dead silent, save for the occasional stutter of your breaths as you became aware of the way his eyes swallowed every inch of your presence before him. “Kook,” you started, and stopped because your throat was a garbled mess from stifling your whines for the past five minutes. After you’d cleared it, you began again, hoping the sweet tone of your voice would be enough to persuade him. “Let’s go back to your dorm, yeah?” You coaxed, brushing your hands down your skirt from where he’d thoroughly ruffled it. “We can relax there, okay?”

Jungkook said nothing, eyes continuing to rake over your figure. When you’d fixed your skirt, something in his jaw twitched, as if he didn’t like you trying to hide the evidence of his doings. Suddenly, his free hand, the one that had lingered on the table top, surged forward to grasp one of your thighs, tugging it towards him until your legs were pleasantly spread, your skirt dipping between the valley of your thighs.

“J-Jungkook—!” You gasped as his fingers trailed upwards to the apex between your thighs, a sudden caress to your folds making your legs clamp up again. Jungkook paid it no mind, after all your movements had left his hand snug between your thighs. Your hands flailed as they searched for something to anchor you back to reality, eventually settling on grabbing the sides of the seat.

“But what if I wanna relax here?” He sighs, leaning in closer to you, hot breath fanning across your neck as he ducked down, licking a broad stripe up the vein on your neck. His hand continued to massage the inside of your thigh, every single movement punctuated by a brush of his knuckle against your folds. Surely you were wet, Jungkook’s low murmur and wandering hands enough to light the fire beneath your skin.

But the rational part of your brain argued that the librarians would certainly pass through here during this shift change, the open study area consisting of only tables and chairs. It was a miracle no one was here tonight, but you guess it’s because it’s early into the semester, and no one has truly hit that point where they’re rushing to type essays before the midnight deadline.

Jungkook squeezes your flesh, jolting you away from your thoughts. “Come on…” he crooned, and you melt impossibly into the wooden chair. “I thought you liked the library, baby,” he teased, and his soft voice guides you into a false sense of security, one that is brutality ripped away from you when he yanks your thigh toward him again, the brute strength he rarely exhibited making you whirl in your chair, until you were facing him.

“Jungkook, someone could catch us,” you nervously warn him, chest tight with every soft caress he gives your throbbing core. You wrap a hand around his wrists, as if to stop him, but your body betrays you and a particular nudge of his fingers against your clit has you pushing his hand onto you.

Finally, he removes his other arm from where he’d been resting it on the back of the chair, shuffling around until he too is facing you. His knee knocks against yours, but you don’t have time to complain before he’s clapping both palms down into your bare thighs, smoothing them up and down as he gazes at your flushed features. “Then you better be quiet, pretty baby,” he says, leaning forward until his nose brushed against yours, and your lower lip trembled as you anticipated his kiss.

It’s soft and sweet, like Jungkook’s kisses usually were, but it’s tainted by the ravenous hunger of his that has him shoving his tongue past your lips, licking and biting you like a man starved. It’s wet, so undeniably wet, but that’s how Jungkook liked it best.

When he pulls away, his lips are slick with saliva and you wonder if it’s his or yours. You don’t have long to ponder it, before he’s knocking your thighs further apart, hand creeping under your skirt again.

You gasp, a stuttering mess as he takes two fingers and runs them up the length of your slit, pressing down in all the right places. Your stupid panties limit him from doing much else, and you whine against his mouth when the purple panties stop him from shoving his fingers into your core for the second time.

“K-Kook,” you whine, hips unconsciously grinding in circles as you chase after his touch, desperate to feel more and more of him. Jungkook delivers a stinging bite to your jawline, and you squeal in surprise.

“Shut up,” he hisses, and then, as if punishment for your volume, he tugs your underwear to the side. He provides no warning before he’s plunging two fingers into your aching pussy. He succeeds in the complete opposite of his warning, and even though you bite down on your lip, the moan that tears its way out of your throat is still loud as hell in the library. “___,” he warns, curling his fingers inside of you until you’re seeing stars.

You pay no mind to his warning, so caught up in your pleasure that you begin melting into your seat. You forget the back of the chair is beside you, not behind you like it should be, and your body weakens with every curl of his digits. It’s Jungkook’s strong hand that catches you, gripping the small of your back in alarm. “God, you’re making this so fucking difficult,” he grunts, his arm around your waist pulling your bodies even closer until his arm is uncomfortably angled between your bodies in order to keep fingering you.

“I’m sorry,” you wail, the loudness of your voice literally the last thing on your mind right now. “It feels so good, Jungkook—s-s good!” You mewl, fingers gripping tightly at the sleeves of his t-shirt. He scissors his fingers, and you swear you see heaven. “J-Jungkook!” You cry out, hands reaching to cradle the back of his head, silky strands caught between your fingers.

“Sh shh,” he shushes, and you can barely see the vein protruding from his temple. You can’t tell if it’s from being turned on or from being annoyed, and you don’t really care anyway. “Shut up, ___,” he seethes after another particularly loud whine. You decide it’s from annoyance.

“I can’t!” You cry out miserably, hips rutting into his touch the longer he thrusts his fingers in and out. His thumb stretches up, pressing down hard on your clit. You nearly release a scream of bloody murder, but Jungkook predicts this and swallows every sound you make with his lips. Your moans are muffled against his mouth, your back arching impossibly further into his chest as he curls his fingers over and over.

When he pulls away, the pop of your lips is loud, and your breathing is loud, but Jungkook just wants you to be quiet. “So fucking loud,” he huffs, each word punctuated by a rough thrust of his fingers into your pussy. “Can’t shut up for five fucking minutes.”

You tremble in his arms, the muscles in your thigh twitching every so often from how good his fingers feel nestled deep in your core. “Kook,” you babble, desperately chasing the pucker of his lips as you feel your orgasm begin to rear it’s beautiful head.

“What?” He barks, pulls you so close that his fingers push impossibly deeper. His knuckles are right against your folds, desperate to join in on the fun. But Jungkook’s hands were so, so big, and even though you could squeeze four fingers into yourself on a good day, just two of Jungkook’s fingers were enough to tear you apart. “Still got more to say?” He huffs, bites down on your lip meanly, like he doesn’t know how badly you wanted a kiss.

You whine anyway, and it registers in the back of your head the way he’d thrown one of your thighs over his to pull you closer, your entire body nearly balancing itself on your tailbone as he manhandled you around to best fuck his fingers into you. “Please,” your hoarse voice gasps.

Jungkook presses another kiss onto you, obnoxiously using his tongue until you could feel the saliva drip from the corner of your lips, his mouth greedy and inconsiderate. His fingers are curled as they thrust into you, each shove inside of you rougher than the last. You can almost taste the arousal begging to wash over you, and it’s when the thin ring on his pinky nudges against your folds that it comes to fruition.

“J-Jungkook!” You shriek, but the second half gets swallowed by his lips. Your body spasms, a cloud of white enveloping your figure as Jungkook continues fucking his fingers into you, milking every last spurt of cum out of you. Your cum gushes on his fingers, staining the parts of your underwear he hadn’t pushed away far enough.

Even when you’re coming back down, his fingers curl and scissor inside of you. You twitch, your body sensitive from your orgasm, but Jungkook doesn’t show any signs of stopping.

“That’s enough, Kook,” you choke out, hand fluttering down to catch his wrist before he really does break you. Jungkook’s hand pauses, but he doesn’t try to move away.

“That’s enough?” He repeats after a beat of silence, dark eyes staring hard. “That’s enough?” He repeats, and you hate how your hips unconsciously shift into him at the coldness of his voice. But before you can get another good caress or two out of him, he’s tugging his hand away from you like he’s disgusted. Not at you—never at you—but at your presumed selfishness.

Without warning, he’s tugging the two of you up out of your seats, shoving you chest down onto the table. The chairs scrape terribly loudly against the floor, but you don’t have time to worry about that when Jungkook’s flipping your skirt up, exposing your ass to the entire study area.

“Jungkook!” You exclaim, and at this point neither of the two of you have any regard for your volume. If someone was gonna catch you, they would have done so by now.

“Shut up,” he snarls, tugging your panties down. “So fucking tired of you, ___” he spits once he’s pulled the garment down to the middle of your thighs. He roughly nudges a knee between your legs, knocking your legs further apart. “Can’t fucking follow directions,” he huffs, and your ears register the clanking of his belt buckle, followed by a quiet zip of his jeans. “Too fucking weak to hold yourself up.” The soft sounds of fabric. “And won’t even give me a fucking thank you for making you feel good?” He snorts, and his raging cock slaps against your ass.

“Jungkook, someone will see,” you say, only to have that thought cut off as he reaches down and tangles his fist in your hair, tugging you up abruptly.

“What did I say?” He huffs, and his cock finds itself deliciously pushed between your thighs.

Your lips tremble, body arched back into him. Jungkook gives another pull, and you sputter into action. “To sh-shut up,” you whisper.

Jungkook lets up, and his sudden release of your hair has your upper body flopping back down onto the table. You go to push yourself up onto your elbows, but Jungkook presses a hand between your shoulder blades and shoves you back down.

“Are you gonna be good now?” He murmurs, hands stroking your hip. The arm on your back leaves you, but you don’t move to get up. You nod against the table, your lower abdomen folding in on itself at the raspy tone of his voice.

Your folds are still soaked from the orgasm you’d had just five minutes ago, and even if you hadn’t, Jungkook’s unusually mean demeanor had your folds drenched with every rough shove and every bark he threw your way. “Gonna be good,” you promise, though you don’t even know what that entails anymore.

You don’t really care anyway, especially not when you finally feel the head of his cock brush up and down your folds, collecting a sheen of cum that he rubs over the rest of his cock. It catches on your clit, and you slap a palm over your mouth to muffle the whine that escapes you.

Jungkook chuckles at your antics, and his voice is breathier than its been all night when he says, “good girl.”

His cock pushes against your wet hole, and when the head pops through that initial ring of muscle you find yourself squirming on the table top. Jungkook’s gasps become noticeably louder the deeper and deeper his cock reaches.

He’s so fucking big, and the sheer size of his dick has you salivating like a dog. “Okay?” He murmurs, and you nod like a bobble-head, hips shifting back into him. He releases a low string of groans, each one different from the last, as he finally bottoms out. He fills you up so nicely, and you subconsciously squeeze around him.

“Fuck,” he groans, finger nails digging into your hips, and he suddenly bucks into your tight heat. Unprepared, you moan, the hand that had muffled you before resting flat against the table top. Another thrust and you’re sobbing. “Be quiet,” Jungkook seethes, and you’re surprised he’s still even trying to keep the two to you quiet.

“Please,” you beg, wiggling your hips back into him. You know he likes this best, absolutely adores it when you entice him like this. But at the same time, Jungkook’s never been this rough with you before, this careless with his words, and you wonder if the same applies now at all. “Need you bad, Kook.”

He thrusts into you once more, and this thrust kicks off the rest as he slowly and shallowly begins pumping into you. “Told you to—to shut up,” he grunts, slowly picking up the pace.

“Nooo—,” you cry when he pulls out, only to slam back into you.

“God, you’re so fucking bad at this,” he chuckles, but there’s no hint of amusement in his voice. He does it again, pulls all the way out before shoving back in. “Pisses me off so much when you don’t do what you’re told.” He’s huffing between every other syllable he says, roughly pulling your hips onto him. “Supposed to be my good girl, or do you not want that anymore?”

“No, no!” You cry, fingers digging into the table, but it’s flat so you just scratch your nails against the surface. It’s disgusting to have your face pressed into a dirty, public table like this, but everything you and Jungkook had done tonight was by far more so. “I want that, I-I—“

Your words get cut off by a moan, one Jungkook pulls out of you after he begins pistoning his hips into you. His balls slap against your skin so loudly, it almost sounds like someone’s clapping. “Then fucking act like it,” he spits, and it hurts where he’s holding your hips, but it feels so good.

Suddenly, his cock pulls away from your warmth again. Expecting him to just thrust back in like he’d done before, you yelp when he whirls your body around, and it’s the first time you’ve seen his face since he’d made you cum nearly 15 minutes ago.

He’s hot, so unbelievably hot, as he glares at you with that cold gaze of his. You almost can’t believe this is your sweetie pie Jungkook, who just two hours ago had peppered you in butterfly kisses behind the vending machine in the student center. He looks rough and uncaring as he pushes you back into the table. One hand snakes its way behind your thigh, pushing you up until you’re sitting on the edge, and only then does he rudely push you onto your back.

“Come on,” he sighs in annoyance, like he wants this to be over with. But his hard cock curving against his stomach says otherwise. With your new position on your back, Jungkook slides two hands up the backs of your thighs, until they reach the part behind your knees and he shoves your legs up, nearly has them touching your shoulders, as he finds his spot between your lips again.

You gasp, because as much as Jungkook liked having you on your chest, thrusting into you from behind, there was nothing more that you loved than seeing his features twist and turn as he fucked you so thoroughly.

“Fuck, Jungkook!” You cry, heart fluttering in your chest at the sight of his furrowed brows, the sweat that coated his neck and his temples, the way his teeth ground together with each thrust. He was gorgeous, a wet dream, except he was tangible and very much here and very much yours. Before you can stop yourself, you’re babbling like a fool. “I love you, I love yo—“

Your second confession is cut short by the sudden uncontrollable series of thrusts Jungkook rains down on you. His hips ram into you so hard, he’d have sent you flying off the table if he hadn’t been holding onto you so tightly. “Jungkook,” you gasp again, “I love you—“

“Yeah, I heard,” he snarls, eyes zeroed in on the way your pussy clenched around his cock.

You huff, and then reach an arm forward to cradle the side of his face. If he’s surprised by your sudden affection, he doesn’t let it show. “I love you,” you choke, eyes watering from the overstimulation, the pleasure, the way he’d been so mean to you all night. “Say it back,” you blurt, and Jungkook pauses to regard you with wary eyes. “Say it back, Jungkook,” you beg, eyes pooling over until tears trickle down your cheeks, “say you love me, Jungkook, please, please.”

He swallows your heartbreaking sobs with a kiss, gentle and sweet, nothing like the mean ones he’d been giving you all night. “Love you,” he murmurs when he pulls away, lips still brushing against yours. “Love you so much,” he admits, and rolls his hips against yours.

You cry even more, but Jungkook pays you no mind, readjusting his hold on you to continue his thrusts. “I-I love you,” you sob, and then wrestle his hand away from your leg only to tangle your fingers together. “I love you!”

“Love you,” he parrots back, jaw tight as he reaches the final stretch before his orgasm. You’re trembling in his arms, from the pleasure and from the crying, and all you want is for him to love you. “Gonna come,” he announces, and ducks down to press another kiss to the corner of your lips as he rams his cock into your heat, so deep you feel him brush against your cervix.

You gasp, body writhing beneath him, stiff and aching from the hard table beneath you, but all of that fades into nothing when you reach your second orgasm of the night. You flutter, limbs boneless as your body quivers beneath his touch, coating his hard cock in another layer of cum. Adding to the first orgasm’s cum and the pre-cum on his own dick, Jungkook’s last few thrusts sound so disgustingly wet, squelching loudly in the silent library.

His hips lose control when he finally comes, stuttering uneven strokes as he bursts inside of you. Rope after rope of his hot cum coats your walls, and he’s huffing after he’s given it all to you. When it’s all said and done, it’s like a switch flicks off in Jungkook’s mind, and he’s pulling out of you hastily, reaching for your bag and where he knows you keep that tiny pack of tissues to clean you up.

“Baby,” he hurriedly murmurs, cleaning you up as best as he can with a cheap tissue, one that he also uses to wipe himself down. He’s tugging your panties back up your legs when you finally slid back into action, wiggling the rest of the way into your undergarments. Your cheeks are still wet from the sobbing you did tonight, and Jungkook is like a deer in headlights the way he’s looking at you. “I don’t know what came over me,” he hurries to explain, then shrugs a sleeve further down his arm, wrapping the material around his thumb as he dries your tears off. “I-I’m sorry...“

“You were so mean,” you pout, and your cheeks feel warm, your nose slightly stuffed, the same way they always feel after any type of crying. Jungkook startles, stumbles over his apologies as his cheeks warm up, eyes wide and panicky.

“I’m sorry,” he stutters for about the tenth time, and helps you off the table, hands wrapping around your waist the second you begin swaying, your legs so numb. “I’ll never do that again, I promise, i-it was just a heat of the moment thing, baby, I didn’t mean to make you cry, I prom—“

“Shut up,” you huff, repeating those same words back to him, and Jungkook does so immediately. A smile curls around your lips, and Jungkook slowly relaxes at the sight. “Just tell me you love me,” you sigh, pushing yourself up onto your tip toes, lips puckered and ready.

Jungkook sighs, a choked laugh of a sound, before ducking down to peck your lips. “Love you,” he sighs, “but please, stop me if I ever do that again.”

You blink owlishly. “Do what?” You ask as you shrug your cardigan on.

“Make you cry like that,” he says, taking your bag before you can even reach for it. “Hate seeing my baby like that, especially when it’s my fault.”

You roll your eyes, brushing through the empty study area and the empty library stacks. When you wave goodbye to the grad student at the desk, it’s a different person than the woman who’d been there when you and Jungkook had arrived two hours ago. His face is red as he spares the two of you a curt nod.

“Hm,” you trail off, taking his hand in yours the second you’re outside. It’s a little breezy outside, the moon shining bright over the dark campus. You think about how empty the bus will be on your way home, and how much Chaeyoung will scold you for being out late again. “Yeah, that was weird,” you laugh, brushing off any concerns Jungkook might’ve had about your little sobbing session tonight.

You’re nearing the bus stop, and before you can motion for him to hand over your bag, he’s tugging you down the sidewalk. “Come to my place tonight,” he pleads, eyes soft and round when he briefly glances at your undoubtedly unkept appearance. “Don’t want you going home by yourself, and I have to make it up to you.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong, you goof,” You roll your eyes, but follow him nonetheless. The campus still has its occasional stragglers milling about, but when Jungkook turns to face you, moon high in the sky behind him, it’s like you’re the only two in the world.

Your breath catches in your throat, and you stumble when he yanks your hand to bring you closer. “Really?” Jungkook murmurs, and all you hear is his heartbeat against your ear and his breaths puffing softly against your skin. “Then please come over and let me do it again.”

[skiesofthesketchy]

Body Language

Pairing: JJ Maybank x female reader

“I’m going to kiss you now. Don’t freak out.”

Note: This is my first attempt at smut and I don’t think it’s half bad lmao. This is also my first Outer Banks fic, and I can tell you right now there will be MORE in the future :) Please let me know what you think! Enjoy! 

Summary: Your best friend JJ has an unfortunate one night stand, which leads him to asking you what girls like in bed.

Warnings: SMUT, nsfw, 18+

Word count:  4k

Part 1 (you are here) / Part 2

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You knew something was wrong.

It was just a normal day with the pogues. You had spent the afternoon on John B.’s boat, drinking, smoking, swimming until you all were exhausted from the sun. But you could tell something was wrong with JJ the entire time. 

When you had made a dirty play off of Pope’s words and looked to your best friend for a high five, he was staring off into the horizon. When Kiara’s bikini top came undone and she rushed to fix it while everyone howled in laughter, he wasn’t even paying attention. “What’s up, dude?” you’d ask when you caught him staring at you a handful of times, but he would just shake his head with a dismissive mumble.

You all were back at the Chateau by the time the sun had started to set. You sat on a lawn chair while John B. and Kiara swung in the hammocks, and Pope was sitting on the ground while JJ paced back and forth behind you guys. There was definitely something on his mind. You just wanted to know what could possibly be more important to JJ than spending the day with his best friends. This wasn’t like him at all, and you waited patiently for him to eventually tell you what was going on.

It was only minutes later that John B. told everyone he was leaving to go see Sarah. Pope stood up from the dirt too, saying something about all the chores he had to get done or else his dad was going to kill him. Kiara left with both boys, wanting to catch a ride back home before it got too late. You wondered if your other friends had noticed JJ’s odd behavior, or if it was only noticeable to you. You two did understand each other better than anyone. Once they all left, it was just you and JJ. 

You gathered the empty beer bottles and bags of chips littering the back yard to bring them inside the house, JJ quickly following close behind you. You thought he was going to say something to you, but he kept his mouth shut. 

You shrugged off that thought as you looked around the trashed living room, deciding to clean up a little bit. It may not be your house, but you were there all the time and knew nobody else was going to clean up. As you grabbed a garbage bag to start working, you noticed JJ still standing in the doorway, not sure what to do with himself. You raised your brow at him questioningly, but he just awkwardly scratched the back of his head and sat down on the couch. 

Then he just sat there quietly, watching you as you cleaned, yet another sign that something was wrong. The boy never missed an opportunity to tease you about your “house-wife tendencies,” as he likes to say.  

You dropped the garbage bag you were carrying and made your way to sit next to him on the couch. “Alright, dude,” you sighed. “What’s up?” You were tired of waiting for him to tell you on his own. You only have so much patience with the boy.

“What do you mean?” he countered quickly.

You scoffed. “You’ve been acting weird all day. I know when something’s off with you, J, so just spill it.”

His eyes met yours for a brief moment before he sighed. “I actually wanted to ask you something,” he started, but the silence that fell over the room afterwards made it clear he wasn’t going to continue.

“Okay,” you laughed softly. “Go ahead.”

“I just... I don’t know how to say it.” He was being timid, avoiding your gaze. You furrowed your brows. This wasn’t like the JJ you knew at all. He was never afraid to tell you anything, you guys were so close.

You laid a comforting hand on JJ’s knee, which was bouncing from nerves. “Come on, it’s just me.” 

He took a deep breath, deciding to just get it out in the open. “What do girls like in bed?”

You were dumbfounded. You definitely didn’t expect anything like that to come out of your best friend’s mouth!

Your state of shock had him jumping up to his feet to defend himself. “I know I’m the best in bed, okay. I’m great at sex! I’m a sex god! Every girl leaves my bed satisfied,” he exclaimed, desperately trying to hide his bruised ego and putting on his normal cocky attitude. 

“Obviously not every girl if you’re asking me what girls like.” You couldn’t help but laugh. JJ Maybank: the biggest player in Outer Banks, was asking you for sex advice? This was almost too good to be true.

You bent over, clutching your stomach as you bubbled with laughter. JJ threw a pillow at you, obviously annoyed you were laughing at him. “Ha, ha. Very funny.”

You wanted to revel in this moment, but urged yourself to calm down. You knew JJ was distraught about this, so you needed to shut up and be a friend to him, even though all you wanted to do was tease your normally-arrogant friend. “Alright, tell me what happened.”

He stood with his arms crossed in front of you, sure you were going to keep laughing at him. You grabbed his hand and dragged him down into the spot next to you. “I won’t laugh anymore. Promise. What happened?” 

He inhaled a deep breath, working up the courage to just spit it out. “I brought a touron over last night. She said she wanted to, ya know, but she didn’t seem into it like, at all.” 

You listened patiently as he told you about his unfortunate one-night-stand. It didn’t seem like such a big deal, but you could tell it really affected him. He was used to girls falling at his feet, letting them do whatever he wanted with them. He was used raving reviews, and girls always wanting to see him again after they had slept together. It was why JJ was confident and a tad egotistical in the first place, but Poor JJ really let this get to his head.

He looked defeated after he finished the story, and you just wanted to comfort him. “It’s just one girl, J. You’ll probably never even see her again.”

“But I thought I did everything right. I thought I knew what all girls liked, but I guess not.” You smiled sadly at him, not knowing what to say. “So, that’s why I wanted to ask you. I don’t know. You’re a girl. What did I do wrong?” The nerves were coming back again. 

“It’s hard to say, JJ. Every girl is different. You just have to pick up on the signs.”

“What signs are we talking about?”

You laughed. “You know, like body language. How she reacts to everything.” 

“I’m great at body language,” he scoffed. “But you should... uh... elaborate.” You giggled again. You knew he was a dumb boy, but you didn’t think he was this dumb.

“You can tell what a girl wants by the way she kisses you.” 

“You’re telling me things I already knooowwww.” He threw his head back with a dramatic sigh, which made you shake your head in amusement. If he really wanted to know what girls like, you were going to teach him.

You scooted closer to him on the couch and took his hat off, ruffling his hair. He looked at you confused as you grabbed his shoulders and made him face you. “I’m going to kiss you now. Don’t freak out.” 

You waited for the surprise to wash away from his baby blues before you leaned in and kissed him. His lips were softer than you had imagined. You didn’t waste any time wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in even closer. With your head turned to the side, you opened your mouth and he followed suit, tongues now mingling together. You were being hungry and forceful on purpose, sitting up more to press your chest into his. His warm hands made their way to your waist as he kept up with your fast pace. Your fingers weaved into his hair, tugging and pulling softly as you directed his movements.

It was hot as hell. The kiss was needy and messy, as if you two were madly in love and couldn’t keep your hands off each other. You were dominating the kiss, and didn’t let him move his hands further up your body, your hands covering his to keep them in place on your hips. 

When you needed air, you pulled away, resuming your previous position on the couch as if nothing had happened. JJ, on the other hand, looked frazzled. His cheeks were tinted red and his expression was one of disbelief. His best friend did just make out with him after all. But it was more than that. The way you kissed him had arousal pumping through his veins, and directly to his dick.

“If a girl kisses you like that, she definitely wants you,” you broke the silence. Well, it was silent besides JJ’s heavy breathing. “She also wants to be the one to call the shots.” 

His eyes met yours and he still couldn’t believe what had happened. You kissed him like that, all to teach him a lesson?  He hadn’t had a make out session this hot in a long time, and you were totally unphased by it. “Make sense?” you asked. All he could do was nod. His mind was spinning and he had a tent forming in his shorts, which you didn’t notice.

“Okay. Let’s try again.” He smirked, already missing the feeling of your lips on his. You leaned in, but let him meet you the rest of the way, and you were kissing again. This time, you kept your hands to yourself, and allowed JJ to pull you in by his hands on your jaw. You resisted the urge to melt into him, and kept up your more timid approach to the kiss. 

It was far less heated than before. This kiss was soft and slow, which confused the boy but he didn’t want to do anything to risk ruining the moment. You pulled away while placing your hand on his chest to separate you two. 

“If she kisses like that,” you started, “then she’s into you. But she wants you to take control. If she’s more shy, you’re gonna have to take it a little slow.” You peered into his eyes and found them gleaming. “You following, Maybank?” 

“Mmhmm.” He sat back, letting his fingers brush over his lips that were just on yours. You really were trying to teach him more about what girls like, and he liked your “hands on” approach. He didn’t know what was going to happen next, but he knew how glad he was that he asked you for help.

Part of you couldn’t believe you had just kissed him either. It was a strange feeling, kissing your best friend. You’d be lying to yourself though, if you said you had never imagined what it would be like to kiss JJ. You couldn’t tell what was going on in his head. “You good?”

“Better than good.” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, looking at you with a smirk. “What’s next, Teacher?” 

You laughed before thinking for a moment. “Consent.”

“Pshh. I know about consent. Who do you think I am? I’m upfront with every girl that I intend to bone.” He was offended that you’d even think of him like that.

You rolled your eyes. “I’m sure. But things can change. It doesn’t take much to turn a girl off.”

He looked at you like you were being ridiculous. “For example, the touron last night,” you continued. “You asked me for help, remember?”

JJ nodded reluctantly. He was still sure he knew how to please a girl, and when to back off, but you were only trying to help him. He’d kick himself if he stopped this little learning lesson now and risk never kissing you again. “Alright, alright. What about consent?”

You smiled, happy he was going to hear you out. You wished more guys would be willing to understand how girls think when it comes to intimacy. “It’s good to take breaks and ask what she wants. If a girl is feeling uncomfortable with something, she’s more likely to speak up about it if you take the time to ask her.”

“Care to demonstrate?” he asked with a wink. You shook your head and laughed at his flirtiness. 

“Okay, fine.” This time, you placed your hands on his shoulders and hoisted yourself over him to straddle his lap. His hands found the exposed skin of your thighs as he looked up at you, desire dancing in his eyes. “I’ll kiss you again, but it’s your job to make sure I consent to whatever's next.” Another smirk found its way to the blonde’s lips before he pulled you down to him by the back of your neck.

It was almost as heated as the first kiss. With his lips pressed firmly to yours, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. When it quickly turned into a sloppy make out, you let your fingers pull on the blonde strands on the back of his head. You were absolutely enjoying yourself in this position with your best friend, and he felt the same. ‘But this is all for learning purposes,’ you reminded yourself. ‘So that he can be with other girls...’

Pulling away from you was the last thing JJ wanted to do, but he did so anyway, remembering what you had asked him to do. Looking at your messy hair and swollen lips, he wanted to take you right then and there. “Um, do you consent?” he asked in a small voice. This didn’t feel natural at all.

You giggled over him. “Not like that, dude.”

“Then how? It feels so weird to stop everything to ask about it.” He was slightly embarrassed that you were laughing at him, but that was all quickly forgotten as he got lost in your smile. 

“I’ll show you,” you said before leaning in again. You guys were getting very good at kissing each other, and jumped right back into where you left off. With your arms around his neck, you softly grinded into his lap. His breath hitched in his throat, telling you he was surprised by your actions while you were just as surprised to feel his growing bulge press into you. It made you more excited than you cared to admit.

Your hands traveled down his chest and to his sides. Your fingers drifted to the hem of his t-shirt before dipping under the material, your soft hands caressing the skin above his hips. JJ could feel everything you were doing to him with intensity, and he didn’t want it to stop. Your hands moved up his sides a bit further before you pulled away from the kiss only slightly. “Can I take this off?” you whispered.

With glazed eyes, the boy could only nod. You pecked his lips once more before slowly pulling off his shirt. Now, he laid beneath you with his chest fully exposed, and you wanted to drool. Sure, you’ve seen him shirtless countless times before, but this was different. He was sculpted to perfection, right under you and only for your gaze.

He could tell you were checking him out, and he loved every second of it. He wanted to know if you were thinking the same thing he was. He wanted you to want him.

“See? It’s that easy. And it doesn’t have to ruin the moment.”

Again, he nodded. “Let me try.” He didn’t give you a second to respond before he abruptly pulled your face back to his. With all this kissing, you were sure you were going to get light headed from lack of air.

Somehow, it only got better. With your tongues dancing together, you felt his hands smoothly run over your thighs, then up to your hips and back down again. It felt like he needed to touch every inch of your body or else he would lose his mind. Then his warm hands boldly lifted up your shirt a little so that he could feel the soft skin of your waist. 

With fingertips rubbing small circles into your ribcage, he pulled away enough to look into your eyes and asked, “Is this okay?” He was doing just as you had told him. He was learning, you thought. You bit your lip subconsciously, drawing his eyes to the small action. You nodded, and he swiftly pulled your shirt over your head. Now you were just in your blue bikini top, sitting on top of a shirtless JJ. He wanted to revel in the sight of you, more exposed only for him, but he instead brought his hands up to your jaw to pull you in yet again. 

You let the front of your body melt into him, becoming impossibly closer to one another. You loved the taste of him and how his hands left a burning sensation wherever he touched you. Your mind became foggy as your thoughts were replaced by desire.

Without breaking the kiss, JJ quickly flipped over to lay you down on the couch, him crouching over you. He slowly put more of his weight on you as the kiss became more intense, even though it felt like it couldn’t possibly get more intense than it already was.

His mouth finally left yours, only to reconnect with your jaw. He left wet kisses down the side of your neck, turning you on even more as his hand gracefully moved up and down your side. As his loving assault reached your collarbone, he stopped and looked up at you, practically wreathing beneath him. “You good, baby?” he asked.

You nodded feverishly, all common sense going out the window. How you went from platonic best friends to this was something you couldn’t fathom right now. With another smirk, he continued to leave open mouth kisses down your collarbone and chest. Your fingers weaved through his hair tightly, which he took as a sign to keep going.

He let his tongue dart out to lick the swell of your breast over your swimsuit before sucking on the tender spot. His hand daringly grabbed your other boob and squeezed softly. To his surprise, a quiet moan escaped from your lips, only urging him to continue. ‘This is the body language she was talking about,’ he thought, feeling like an absolute king for being able to get this sort of response out of you. 

He pulled your top down, your tits now bouncing freely from the material, and his mouth watered at the sight. Without a moment to lose, his lips came down over your right nipple and started sucking while his hand played with your other boob, teasing your taught nipple with the soft pinch of his fingers. More sounds of pleasure fell from your open mouth, and he watched as your eyes squeezed shut. 

“You like that, baby?” he asked breathlessly and between more kisses on your breasts. You shook your head yes, eyes still closed tight. At this point, every cell in your body wanted him. You didn’t care about anything else, just his mouth and his hands touching you everywhere. 

“I need verbal consent, princess.” He smirked against your skin as his lips traveled down your stomach. He felt high off your reaction to him. He wanted nothing more than to please you until you were screaming his name.

A breathy laugh escaped you and your eyes finally opened to see his pretty face smiling over your belly button. He was teasing you, and while you normally didn’t let him get away with that, you needed him to keep going.

“Yes, JJ. I like this.”

His fingers toyed with the waistband of your shorts, eyes still boring into yours. “Tell me what you want, babe.” He was still teasing you, and you were getting frustrated. He was following your previous instructions though. 

“I want you to make me feel good,” you said, almost losing your composure. Every kiss, every touch, felt like magic and you needed more.

Within seconds, your shorts and bikini bottoms were discarded onto the floor and his thumb was running between your wet folds. You whimpered at the contact, which had him smiling from ear to ear. “Damn, Y/N. Is this all for me?” he asked, playing with your soaked entrance. You were always the first to make sure his ego didn’t get too big, but in this moment, you didn’t care.

He easily slipped two fingers into you, and you moaned out his name. He slowly pumped his fingers in and out, bringing his mouth to your sensitive clit, all while watching you intently to make sure you were enjoying this as much as he was. He sucked on the bud, his hand picking up a steady pace, and it was already enough to unravel you. Your body was trembling and your hold on his hair only tightened, encouraging him to speed up. 

His tongue lapped at your pussy relentlessly while his fingers curled inside you over and over. He could tell you were close, and was determined to make you reach your high. “JJ,” you moaned loudly. “Don’t stop.” The sounds coming out of you were filthy, and JJ felt like he could cum right then and there as he pleasured you. 

He quickly threw your leg over his shoulder, and the new angle had you shaking. He did as you asked, going harder and faster with his assault on your core. He loved this, loved the taste of you. He felt like he could live between your thighs forever. Your moans turned into desperate whimpers as your hips bucked up to meet his face. It was all getting too much for you, but he didn’t slow down even slightly.

Then, you were cumming. Your body jerked awkwardly as you climaxed, and JJ was still fingering you, still sucking on your clit, riding out your high. The noises you made had the boy struggling to keep his own composure, especially when you were moaning his name. He couldn’t believe this was all for him. That he was the one to make you feel this good.

As you calmed down and caught your breath, the boy between your legs finished cleaning you up with his tongue before kissing up your belly, your boobs, then your lips again. He laid his head in the crook of your neck as he wrapped his arms around you, engulfing your body under the weight of his. You didn’t know what to say. Your best friend just ate you out, and it felt amazing.

“Uh, good job,” you croaked, voice a little sore from moaning. You wanted to punch yourself in the face for that line. “I mean, uh, you did everything right.” 

He smiled against your collarbone, finding your flustered state adorable, if not amusing. “Did I pass the test, Teacher?” he asked, peering up at you.

You laughed breathlessly. “With flying colors.” Then it was silent. You never stopped to think what this could mean for your friendship. What happens next? You didn’t want there to be any awkwardness between you two. 

JJ, on the other hand, felt on top of the world. He was excited about this new side of you. He wondered if this intimacy was something you wanted with him in the future. He felt confident after making you orgasm, so he spoke up. “You’re a good teacher,” he complimented, and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, making you blush. “Got any other lessons for me?”

It was then that you realized JJ’s erection was pressing into your leg. It was so hard that your eyes widened, thinking of how painful it must be for him to still be restrained by his shorts. Even though you just had one of the best orgasms of your life, you felt yourself getting wet again, ready and excited for more. “Maybe one or two,” you hummed shyly. A chuckle left his lips before they were once again on yours. 

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Masterlist 

[eddieeatsass]

If you’re accepting prompts can I get a small smutty Bichie one shot? Preferably including a lollipop and Bill with an oral fixation

I clearly don't know the definition of "small"... so here's 4k words instead uhhhhhhI'msosorry please enjoy this debauchery

Read over on AO3 or under the cut ♡

A lollipop is simply a lollipop until you give it to Bill Denbrough; when in his clutches it becomes a weapon of arousal. It would be fundamentally impossible to see Bill sucking on a lollipop and not pop a boner. Well, maybe it would be possible if you didn't have a dick, and oh what Richie would give to be in that category right now.

The thing is, Bill always seemed to have something in his mouth. He was a chronic nail biter, went through two packs of gum a day, was known to bum a cigarette off Bev every once in a while, and Richie's pretty sure he even caught him sucking his thumb one time at a sleepover.

But lollipops were by far the worst.

"My mom is gonna kill me."

Richie was snapped out of his hyper fixation, his attention pulled back into the conversation as Eddie voiced his newest worry.

"You can borrow one of my shirts if we stop by my place on the way back." Stanley offered, eyeing the big brown stain that now interrupted the pink of Eddie's sweater.

"She'll notice if I'm wearing a different shirt." Eddie objected, scrubbing at the spot with a napkin.

"We can throw yours in the wash and you'll be wearing it again by the time you go home." Beverly suggested, trying to defuse Eddie’s heightening anxiety.

"Yeah, my parents won't mind." Stan added encouragingly.

"This is the last time I ever order a chocolate shake. From now on, vanilla only." Eddie grumbled, crossing his arms stubbornly.

"Awe come on Eds, we all know you’re anything but vanilla.” Richie joked, jumping at the opportunity to think about someone else’s sex life instead of his own.

“Fuck off, Rich.” Eddie snapped back with little bite.

“It’s not a secret, we all know you’re a little freaky-”

“You’re the freak! Quit talking about my personal business!” Eddie was getting red in the face, but around him the rest of the Losers were doing little to hide their snickers. Even Bill, whose mouth pulled into a grin around that fucking lollipop.

And Richie was back to square one.

“My parents are gonna be home in a couple hours so if we want the house to ourselves, we should go now.” Stan mentioned, standing up from his spot at the corner of their booth, allowing Bill, Beverly, and Eddie to file out after him.

“So, we’re not going to the Quarry anymore?” Ben asked, sliding out of the other side of the booth and throwing an extra ten dollars on the table as a tip. He grabbed one of the complimentary lollipops that had been left with their receipt and began unwrapping it.

“We won’t have time if we want to keep Eddie alive.” Mike mentioned.

“Then perish.” Richie said, straight faced.

“We don’t all h-have to go to S-S-Stanley’s.” Bill said, drawing Richie’s attention back, once again, to his sinful mouth.

This was becoming a problem.

They ended up splitting three ways; Eddie, Stanley, and Mike went off on their attempt to save Eddie’s shirt, Ben and Beverly decided to go on to the quarry, and Richie ended up sticking with Bill after they’d both agreed that it was too hot to stick to their original plans.

Though, Richie would probably have agreed with Bill no matter what he’d decided.

They arrived at Bill’s place twenty minutes later, heaving hot breaths from their trek in the summer sun.

"You want s-s-something t-to drink?" Bill panted, toeing off his shoes at the doorway but not bothering to chastise Richie when he kept his on.

"Depends whacha got, Denbrough." Richie followed him into the kitchen, hopping up on the countertop as Bill opened the fridge.

"Coke, orange j-juice, and m-milk." Bill announced, his head hidden behind the big metal door.

"Toss me a coke." Richie decided easily, never one to pass up the opportunity for more sugar.

Bill resurfaced with two cans in hand, passing one to Richie and carrying the other across the room where he reached into the cabinet that held the straws.

"Why do you drink everything through a straw?" Richie asked, his cock giving an annoying twitch as Bill brought the straw to his lips and took a sip before answering.

"It just tastes b-better that way." Bill shrugged.

Richie could feel the joke forming in his throat before he could think better than to speak it.

"I know something else that tastes better cumming straight from the straw."

Damn his quick wit.

Bill froze, straw caught between those pretty pink lips as he stared at Richie with an unreadable expression.

"It's your penis, isn't it." Bill deadpanned.

"Yep." Richie responded, popping the 'p' at the end of his statement in sync with him hopping off the counter.

"N-not some of your best work, Rich-ch-ie." Bill teased, biting down around his straw with a flirty grin.

Richie's face flushed a violent shade of red, having to do a double take just to check that his mind hadn't hallucinated the way Bill had smiled at him. But before he could dwell on it too much, Bill retreated to the other room.

The next few hours were torture on Richie’s dick. Bill seemed to find something new to stick in his mouth every two god damn minutes. He was like a badly trained dog.

After the straw, Bill produced a box of pocky which he spent the next hour idling chewing and sucking on. When they finished off the box, he chewed on his fingernails as they watched TV. His pencil was the next victim when they decided to try and do some homework. And finally, as they abandoned their homework for video games, Bill found a toothpick, rolling it around in his mouth like he was fucking Tom Hardy.

But at least things were contained until Richie lost the game of Mario Cart and flopped back on the bed dramatically, resulting in his lollipop from earlier tumbling out of his pocket.

“You n-never ate y-y-your lollipop?” Bill noted, picking up the small, wrapped item and twirling it in his fingers.

Richie’s not sure why his throat immediately went dry.

“I sort of forgot I had it.”

Bill eyed it with interest, which interested Richie far more than it should. He cocked an eyebrow and proceeded cautiously.

“Do you want it?”

Bill’s eyes darted back to Richie’s, quickly schooling his expression as if he’d been caught.

“Only if you d-don’t.” Bill said, trying for nonchalance, but the catch in his voice betrayed him.

A long pause stretched between them, their eyes locked in an unspoken challenge.

“I’m starting to think I do, actually.” Richie responded with much more fervor than the topic demanded.

Bill watched as Richie took the lollipop from him and began unwrapping the small red sucker. The sound from their video game’s pause screen faded into the background as blood rushed past Richie’s eardrums.

Richie was vulgar, all the Losers knew that; he’d been making jokes about his dick since he first learned he had one. But this was something different. Richie wasn’t trying to be vulgar, he was trying to be… something new.

He popped the lollipop into his mouth, keeping hold of the stick so he could hollow out his cheeks and pull it back out, allowing the round candy to stretch his lips as they parted for it.

Richie continued his ministrations for another minute, keeping his eyes locked on Bill’s, whose own were locked on Richie’s mouth.

Richie, self admittedly, had no idea what he was doing. He tried to channel the pornstars he'd watched, to summon some of their sex appeal to guide him along this unfamiliar experiment. But after a moment, he realized the best person to model himself after was already sitting right in front of him.

Richie thought back to how Bill had been devouring his lollipop back at the diner, how his eyes had gone hazy, his attention far away as he moved his tongue around the sucker like it was second nature. His lips had been shiny with saliva, tinted redder than usual by the cherry flavoring.

Richie took the lollipop out of his mouth and dragged it across his lips lightly, as if he were applying lipstick. It glided easily, sticky with spit, and did the job as it left Richie with a tinted smirk.

He loosened his jaw and let it fall open, allowing his tongue to loll out to lick a stripe up the lollipop in what he hoped was a good imitation of what one would do with a cock. To be fair, Richie had never sucked a cock before, so he was blindly guessing. But it seemed to do the trick, because Bill's eyes suddenly broke from their trance, squeezing shut.

"Not f-f-fair, R-Rich..." Bill's voice was broken, mimicking something between a whine and a whisper.

"You want something to suck on, Billy?" Richie asked, surprising himself with his sure-fire tone.

Bill was still for a moment, but when he opened his eyes again, there was something new behind his blown-out black pupils. He nodded meekly, as if scared to admit anything aloud just yet.

"Well jeez, Bill. I've only got the one." Richie gestured with his lollipop, as if to prove his point. “I may have something else for you to suck on though.”

It was a poor attempt at a joke, absent of the usual air of humor that accompanied Richie’s jests. But maybe that’s because it wasn’t much of a joke at all; even though neither of them were quite ready to admit it, they could both feel the change in the air between them.

“Anything.” Bill’s voice was still quiet, but it had steadied out as if the prospect of Richie’s suggestion had sated something in him. Richie had to suppress a shiver.

Richie twisted his body to spring off the mattress, and the sudden action caused Bill to follow, moving himself to sit up on his knees and face where Richie stood at the end of the bed.

Neither of them knew how to proceed, cautious to cross the other’s boundary but excited by the new thrum in the air. Richie was the first to move.

He removed the lollipop from his mouth and place it on Bill’s nightstand before reaching forward and cupping Bill's chin, tipping his head up to lock their eyes. Moving slowly, allowing Bill time to move away if he wanted, he let the pad of his thumb gently trace the outline of rosy red lips, and Bill obediently opened under the touch. He darted his tongue out to lick at Richie's finger, wrapping around it and leading him back into his open gape. Once Richie's thumb was resting inside the warm entrance, Bill closed his lips around his knuckle, and with the most confidence Richie had ever seen on Bill, he began to suck.

It was the filthiest thing Richie had ever fucking witnessed in person, and for a moment he was sure he'd been transported to some alternate porn dimension. Bill moved like he knew exactly what he was doing. Richie wondered absently if Bill had done this before, not sucking the life out of someone's thumb, but sucking the life out of something else.

Bill's tongue licked up the sides of his finger like he was trying to catch the drips from a popsicle, and then he was biting down gently into the pad of his thumb, making Richie shiver delightfully.

He pulled off with a heave of breath before uttering four words that were enough to leave Richie speechless.

"Let me taste you." Bill begged.

Richie could have cum on the spot at the mere fact that Bill was so lust-drunk just from sucking on his finger that he didn't even stutter. But if he did, he'd miss out on probably the best blowjob of his life (the only blowjob of his life, thus far), so he had to keep it together.

Now, let it be known that Richie isn't proud of how quickly he whipped out his dick. There was no grace, no sensual teasing or tantalizing movements; it was all fumbling fingers and uncoordinated shimmies as he struggled to get his dick to hit the air before Bill somehow decided to change his mind.

"Uh... Taa-daaaaa." Richie pointed in the direction of his erection with two unsure hands, an awkward moment passing until Richie glanced upwards.

Bill wore an amused smirk when Richie reverted his attention back to him. It was endearing, but Richie already missed the blissed out, desperate expression he'd had not mere seconds ago.

So, Richie decided he would just have to do better. If he wanted to wipe that smirk off Bill’s face, he’d have to step up. No more awkwardness or unsure movements, Richie needed to take control.

Besides, his life moto was "fake it 'till you make it", why couldn't it apply here as well?

Richie willed his hand to stop shaking before he reached out and carded his fingers through familiar auburn locks, pushing them off Bill's forehead and holding them back with a firm grip. That same grip allowed him to pull Bill's head forward, leading him until he was right in front of Richie's cock.

That look that Richie was chasing slowly began to filter back in. Bill's eyes glazed over as he gazed down at the leaking head being offered to him, his jaw going slack as he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, and finally his whole body followed as it slumped forward with the first lick to Richie's head.

Richie felt drunk, his own head swimming with arousal and a lack of blood flow. Bill looked so good like this; Richie wasn't sure he would ever recover from the image.

But if looks alone were enough to kill, the feeling of Bill's mouth must have summoned him back from the afterlife just to murder him a second time.

When this was all over and Richie had had his brains blown out of him, literally, he was gonna have a lot of questions for Bill. Mainly, had he done this before, and if not, then where the hell had he learned to do that thing with his tongue.

It wasn't long before Bill ceased his lapping and moved to take Richie into his mouth in full. Richie wasn't one to brag (a lie he told himself) but he could physically see the strain on Bill's jaw as it struggled to open wide enough to take his whole cock. Though, if Richie were being honest with himself, it probably had more to do with the size of Bill's mouth than the size of Richie's appendage. But for the moment he allowed himself the ego-boost.

"Bill, jesus fuck, that feels good..." Richie's own voice came out unfamiliar to him, wavering far more than he'd have liked. He cleared his throat and tried again.

"You've always looked good with something between your lips, but fuck, it's like you were made for this."

Bill disconnected from Richie's cock with a wet slurp and Richie had to swallow down the noise his body tried to make in response.

"S-s-so you w-were staring at the d-diner earlier." Bill's gaze was mischievous, as if he'd caught Richie in a lie and now he'd earned himself a prize.

"I'm pretty sure everyone was staring, Billy. You were basically fellatio-ing the damn lollipop."

"F-fellatio-ing isn't a word R-Richie."

"I'm the one getting fellatio'd right now, I think I'd know."

"Well, you won't be for m-m-much longer i-if you keep making up w-w-words."

"How do I shut you up? Where's your off button."

Bill glanced down at the cock still held in his hand, and then slowly raked his eyes back up Richie's form. The implication was clear, and Richie was more than happy to oblige.

Richie replaced Bill's hand with his own, his other flying back into Bill's hair to pull him closer. He led Bill back to the head of his cock, taking a moment to paint his lips with the pre-cum that had pearled at the slit. Bill's lips felt like velvet as he rubbed himself against them, but it wasn't nearly enough.

“Open.” Richie commanded, honestly surprised when he was met with obedience instead of a snarky remark. It made his cock twitch as it entered Bill’s mouth.

No more accurate definition of euphoria came to mind as Richie sunk into the heat of Bill’s mouth, shuddering as every inch of his cock was enveloped. Bill kept his eyes squeezed shut as he willed his jaw to take everything Richie was giving him.

When Richie felt the head of his cock reach resistance, he still had about half of his shaft exposed. There was nowhere else to go unless Richie was going to start feeding it down Bill’s throat, and while that thought did make a new rush of arousal flood his body, he didn’t think now would be the best time to try it.

At the pause in movement, Bill opened his eyes, blinking away tears that had gathered along his eyelashes. Richie could see the cogs turning in Bill’s head as he assessed the situation in front of him in the same way Bill problem solved every roadblock he encountered: with reckless determination.

Bill tried to move himself forward, quickly realizing his mistake as his gag reflex kicked in. The resulting noise was so much hotter than it had any right to be, and Richie had to physically hold himself back from trying to trigger it again.

In stubborn acceptance, Bill brought his hand up to circle around the rest of the shaft he couldn’t fit inside his mouth. Richie loosened his grip on Bill’s hair to allow him to move however he needed, and instantly Bill’s head began bobbing in tandem with small twists of his wrist.

“Holy shit, ahhhhh- what the fuck D-Denbrough.” Richie’s words spilled out in a rush, tripping over themselves with a quiver.

Bill pulled back until only the crown of Richie’s cock laid between his lips, setting his tongue to work at the slit as if he could coax out more of Richie’s pre-cum just like that. When Richie’s thighs began to quake, Bill tilted his head and moved ever so slightly so his tongue could lap at the soft tissue that connected Richie’s head to the rest of his cock.

Richie released a sound that would have been embarrassing in any other circumstance, high-pitched and needy in tone. It only seemed to make Bill move faster.

Bill moved back down the shaft, running his tongue along what he could reach, his hand working the rest. He began picking up pace, flitting his eyes open and gazing up at Richie with pure lust-blown pupils.

Richie had a flashback to earlier that day, watching Bill suck on his lollipop with poorly feigned innocence, juxtaposed with the debauched expression he wore now. There was no fooling anyone, Bill wanted this. He needed this. He’d probably needed it for a long time, and that thought spurred Richie on.

“You wanna taste me, huh?” Richie began thrusting in time with Bill, punching a pleasured moan out of him. He chanced a glance down at Bill’s lap for the first time since they’d begun fooling around and noticed the bulge straining to escape his jeans. It gave Richie even more satisfaction to know Bill was deriving just as much pleasure from this as he was.

“Bet I taste better than that fucking lollipop, ahhh, fuck-” Richie’s thrusts were getting unsteady. He could see drool escaping the corners of Bill’s mouth as he struggled to keep up with Richie’s pace.

Richie was getting close, the warmth in his belly coming to a boil as the heat around him become too much to bear. Richie pulled his shirt up, holding it bunched to his chest so he would have a better view of Bill’s face as he swallowed Richie’s cum.

That thought is what finally pushed Richie over the edge, screaming out a delayed warning that did neither of them much good as Richie’s cock was already emptying into Bill’s mouth.

Thankfully, Bill didn’t seem to mind the lack of a warning, doubling his efforts to suck Richie through his orgasm, taking more of him in than he had been able to before.

Reckless determination.

Richie was squeezing his eyes so tight that stars began to illuminate the black sky behind his lids. A fuzzy feeling accompanied them, starting in his head and spreading through his limbs. It mixed with the overwhelming pleasure in each of his nerve endings, dizzying him with overwhelming sensations, and then there was nothing.

Richie thinks he must have blacked out for a second because suddenly he’s splayed across Bill's bed, staring up at the ceiling. His fingertips were still tingling, and his throat was dry and hoarse, but those were the only indications that what just happened hadn't just been a dream.

Richie propped himself up on his elbows, looking around the room in an attempt to piece things together. Bill was nowhere to be found, which made Richie entertain the dream idea even more. He could have fallen asleep on Bill’s bed, had a wet dream inspired by Bill's casual affair with lollipops… he probably moaned in his sleep and scared Bill off, even.

“Drink.”

Richie nearly jumped out of his skin as Bill suddenly appeared beside him.

“Holy fuck, Casper! Warn a guy!”

A cup of water was thrust into Richie’s hands, and without having to think much about it he brought it to his lips and downed a generous amount. His throat thanked him immediately.

“What were you m-m-mutt-ttering about?” Bill asked, hopping on to the bed beside Richie and causing the mattress to wobble them both slightly.

“I was just… trying to figure something out…” Richie raked his eyes up and down Bill’s form, trying to find any sign that he’d actually had Richie’s cock down his throat not even five minutes ago, but the boy looked as kempt as usual.

“Okay, w-well once you figure it out, can y-y-you put your dick b-back in your pants? Georgie is gonna b-be home soon.”

Richie blanched, moving comically slow as he looked down at his lap, revealing that his dick was, as stated, very much not in its confines.

Bill shifted beside him, and it was enough to shake Richie out of his ‘holy shit that actually happened it wasn’t just a dream bill denbrough is a fucking dick sucking god’ epiphany.

Once he was all tucked back in and had finished the glass of water Bill had generously (and forcefully) provided, he finally allowed himself to look at his friend again.

Bill was already watching him, a gentle smile playing on his features as he rolled the lollipop from earlier around in his mouth.

“You’re fucking insatiable, you know that?” Richie’s heart was thrumming in his chest, unanswered questions clawing to get out. But before he had a chance to ask them, Bill removed the candy from his mouth just long enough to lean forward and capture Richie’s lips in a kiss.

It was a little shy, a little tender; the complete opposite from the way Bill’s mouth worked itself along his cock. Richie decided that he liked it that way.

When Bill pulled back, they were both red enough to rival the lollipop in Bill’s hand, which he wasted no time in replacing between his lips.

“By th-the w-way,” Bill began, settling into Richie’s side and reaching for his controller to unpause their game. “You d-don’t taste better th-th-than a lollipop.” That playful smile was back on Bill’s lips.

“I guess I can’t compete with artificial cherry flavor.” Richie conceded, following Bill’s lead and retrieving his own controller.

“I still like you b-better.” Bill stated with so much certainty that Richie felt his whole world solidify.