#he really nailed it.. I last minute in line was like okay then Doom drinking the beer because that implies it’s from Reed

[doomrichards]

Secret Wars Variant, Chip Zdarsky, 2015 // Doom Jorking It*, Chip Zdarsky, 2024

Doom using his bottle opener mouthplate and then straight up “jorking it” and by “it”, haha, well. let’s just say. Reed’s bottle

*he did NOT say this, but the bottle opener comment was his!!

he also did deliberately pair Johnny and Daken (Akihiro) on the party variant cover, which made me wonder about Doom and Reed…

While I was in line I was told I could only request one character (line was long! so fair).. I was gonna ask Chip to draw DoomReed drunken kissing based on his party cover and told him so--& then... he asked me if I was the one who commissioned Rachael Stott to draw doomreed kissing.

And LOL yes that was me. I was also the Doom cosplayer!! So when Rachael said a Doom requested the DoomReed kissing art, Chip knew who she was talking about. Chip adding the ink wash really came together along with the "Thanks, Richards." word bubble!! That was all him!

[mushupork4u]

Mayans Truth and Drink

Morning Hangovers (Part 2)

(Please excuse the shit writing/ I’m new at writing one shots)

•18+

•Sexual innuendo’s

•Mentions of Sex

•Weed/Alcohol

Bambi is a quiet bar hand at the club house, on a night where the boys aren’t around, the girls loosen up, drink and listen to music, thought after a night of Truth and Drink the next day the girls get a talking to as they get to rewatch their night via bar camera.

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Wherever she was, it was too bright, too loud, and the repetitive noise of her phones ringtone was too much. Finally groaning herself awake, she reached her hand into her purse and pulled the phone close, answering it and turning it on speakers as to not get it close to her sweat ridden face.

“Hello?” She coughed, her throat dryer than the Sahara and burning with a fresh acidic feel. The couch under her however was very wet with drool, the cold sensation sticking to her face.

The voice on the other end answered slowly, the groggy tone of Spice somehow being recognized. “Thank god you picked up. I’m on my way.”

“Wait what?” Bambi sat up, and the crashing feeling of wanting to die hit her. Nauseous overwhelmed ever sense she had as her body slid down the couch cushions and sideways onto the floor.

Spice scoffed over the whirling noise of wind, she was obviously on the highway right now. “You think I’d know right? But NyQuill called everyone freaking the fuck out because for some reason Bishop called us all in to work this afternoon.”

The silence was deafening as Bambi bit at her lips before sighing. “It wasn’t…like trashed or anything when we left right?”

“Hell no!” Spice quipped. “If anything he called us in because it’s something important. Doesn’t mean I still don’t feel like my liver’s shutting down.”

“I know.” Bambi’s groaned, finally wobbling her legs up to stand. She looked down at her phone to see it was almost one in the afternoon, and that there was a bottle of water and two ibuprofen‘s waiting on the coffee table for her.

“I’ll be there in about ten minutes, make yourself look presentable.” The phone droaned and the copperhead swallowed harshly.

“Okay.”

It was not okay.

Even after taking an ibuprofen, chugging a coffee and eating a bagel. Nothing really helped the hangover and what was worse is that they rushed to get ready so all they had on was mascara, blush and their eyebrows gelled.

At least they had on semi decent Jean shorts and some loose T-shirts that made them look slightly more presentable than usual.

Not that they gave a shit now anyway because they were currently sitting outside the club house and all the bikes were outside. And it was eerily still, quiet even.

And there was no cars, meaning the bar hands from before where already long gone.

“Shit.” Spice chucked, her nervous laughter making Bambi’s tapping nails going even harder against the plastic dash board.

The two watched as Mouse came out and waved them forward, like a magnet pulling them to their doom.

The two took a few last sips of their coffee and Spice a final hit of her puff bar before they started walking towards the building.

Entering the bar the twos presence had competed the group of seven and just like that Bishops voice was heard. “CHICAS! You’re here.”

His figure came from the back room where the clubs table was, where all the decisions were made and all the murders were planned.

“Course.” Spices eyebrows twitched. “When the captain wants something we deliver.” The redhead played fake confidence as Bambi stood just slightly behind her.

Bishop had been standing in-front of the lined tables now, a big white sheet placed on the big wall and some sort of video camera had been sitting an a beer rolling cart.

Bishop laughed at the sentence, almost like he knew each and every girl in that place had been metaphorically shitting their pants waiting to hear what he wanted.

“The crew always does deliver. However I wondered why you all seemed so close on shift. Figured it was just women shit.” He muttered it, shaking his head with a smile before he eyed NyQuill.

The longing look he casted her was not easily ignored, in fact it seemed like he wanted everyone to see the crazy lust filled eyes he held towards her.

“I think I finally figured it out though. Why all my shitty tequila had been actually being used.” And just like that, the camera button was pushed, and it showed a top angle being shown of the couches, where the girls had been the night before.

In fact, the girls were in the video.

Silently, faces filled of relief, horror, and shyness had replaced each women in that bar. And the men’s faces had been no different, some laughing, others keeping a straight expression and some showed more emotion than any Mexican mother had in her life.

Then the lewdness took up the screen, shots between the girls passing and the dirty talk and questions they all asked and answered.

Bambi would’ve clutched her pearls if she had any, instead she went up to the bar with Rake and Prana, the three pouring shots and drinking them. Sugar however kept her head down, her pink acrylics pulling at the small bow on her shirt, trying to keep her eyes if of a certain biker.

Though eventually everyone had to look at the screen, curiosity killing each girl until they looked up. Bambi however began nervous drinking, chugging a sweet tea.

It made her stomach burn, but it was better than hearing her own voice that she didn’t recognize answer those questions.

What was worse is that Angel and Coco were sitting at the same table, and of course poor Ezekiel had joined them.

Most of the girls stayed silent, some quick quips of bitterness were added that made the guys laugh but in the end the girls felt like the bar top was their shield and the tequila their sword.

Bambi had kept her back turned to the stools, leaning against the bar as some burning feeling lit up her body and fueled this dangerous tingly feeling in her chest.

The video ended shortly, just some clips of it had been edited and cut to leave in the most juicy clips and some of hers were very very lewd, but she was happy whoever cut that video left out the parts of her ex making her out to be a whore when she was a cam girl.

That however changed once the Taza part resurfaced in her mind and she mumbled along with her own voice. ‘Maybe to you. But every time I hand him a beer he looks like I shoved a dirty thong in his bike engine.’

And the clubhouse was full of laughs as it ended, finally a black screen showed and the girls had let out a few grins. “That actually wasn’t so bad.” Sugar had exhaled almost immediately.

Prana however groaned. “Are you kidding me, that was so embarrassing. I’ll be surprised if I ever show up here for another shift again.” Rake had nodded before the two went outside, probably to smoke a cigarette or two.

Bishop however walked to the bar like he was the director of a fresh new movie. “How you ladies feel about working tomorrow night?“

His question was answered by a few nods and a hushed “I’ll work.” From Bambi though Mouse elbows her in the ribs to silence her.

Against better judgement she looked up to see the older male smiled, brown silky eyes looking past her to the three other girls behind them. “Yea, hopefully all of you will.”

His eyes landed on someone and Bambi smiled knowing that NyQuill was behind her silently dying, probably hoping she could just melt into the floor.

Mouse however, was snappy like always, her burgundy lips not waiting to cause anyone a headache. “When can we leave?”

Bishops eyes trailed over to her small frame, his smile falling off his face and placed with a fake humor filled one. “After y’all do some restocking, this place is empty and I need it filled to the brim for tomorrow. I also need the tables wiped, floors cleaned and taps washed.”

‘Of fucking course.’

“Aye aye captain.” Sugar saluted, leaving the president to laugh as he turned away and walked off.

Ironically that’s when Rake and Prana walked back in and NyQuill had to break the saddening news that they would not be leaving for quite a bit.

Each girl knew who had spilled what last night, and though some were bold and hoped their shameful sentences would get them noticed, Sugar and Bambi stayed at the bar because they had been the most shy when it had come to their feelings towards the men they had seen everyday.

So the others took jobs they were comfortable with while the two ‘innocents’ of the group manned the bar. The blonde keeping tabs on Taza who had been sitting with Creeper, the two had been exchanging some questioning eye contact but other than that Sugar was basically pacing.

Of course the blonde had a sweet spot for Taza. Somehow that rugged old man had brought the best out of the blonde girl and even if Bambi felt more than slightly intimidated by him, she’d root for them.

Though she couldn’t say anybody would say that about her situation because Angel, and Coco had been avoiding her all together, even when they finished their beers, they hadn’t come up for new ones and instead accepted the ones Rake had handed to them.

Usually they come up and get them from her, even if they were being handed out. Ezekiel however had been looking at the copper head, and even smiled at her for a fleeting moment.

It made her stomach twist.

She said all that shit about loving criminals and how she wanted to wrap him in bumble wrap, and she said all that after she said she’d give him a pole dance.

She was never getting drunk again.

“Wrap me in bubble wrap?” A voice sounded, and Bambi looked up to find the one and only Ezekiel Reyes looking down at her with that smug fucking smile.

Her smile dropped, head going eighty miles an hour, hoping that someone would come save her. But there was no one else that could dig her out of a situation she created but her.

Bambi blinked a few times before her jaw clicked and actually allowed her to speak. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable—“

“You didn’t.” He reassured, his beer lightly hitting the bar top as he sat on a stool. The redhead had a sip of the sweet tea can she had popped open not so long ago.

Her big brown eyes looked up at him as he huffed. “You did a number on Coco and Angel though.”

“Eugh.” She groaned, a guilty turn took up her lips. “I didn’t mean to like, make shit awkward or anything.” Her hands tapped rhythmically on the wood, and only stopped when his hand slipped onto of hers.

The redhead looked up at him, his laugh drowning out her nervousness. “You’re funny, y’know for someone nicknamed after an innocent deer, you’re a dirty girl.”

“I know.” Bambi admitted, her hand slipping out from under his hand and absentmindedly clutched the gold cross that laid across her neck.

Ezekiel had let his eyes trail up her body, not worried about being caught. It almost made her feel nervous. Too bad he just didn’t do it for her.

“Listen little Reyes.” She hummed, leaning forward on her elbows, her face a few long inches away from the male across from her.

It was silent in that bar, a few taken notice and watching the twos interaction. Ezekiel looking at the redheads lips, and Bambi herself drowning in his eyes.

“You’re not into me like that?” The male questioned, and Bambi’s silent nod was enough to answer. “Rake is and…she’s down bad for whatever you got going on.” She admitted a giggle slipping past her lips as the girl in question was across the bar serving Coco another beer.

Ezekiel had leaned back slightly, putting a little more distance between them. “How ironic, the tables are turned and yet…they’re not up here trying to make your face red.”

The sentence had Bambi rolling her eyes, faux confidence turning her genuine smile into a shit eating grin. “Is that why your up here? Tryna get Rake hot and bothered by flirting with me?”

The subtle change in Ezekiel’s brown eyes gave Bambi enough satisfaction. “If you don’t go talk to her Reyes, I can’t say that she won’t sleep with Coco tomorrow night.” And like that her back was turned, and his stool creaked as he got up and walked away.

How was it that she was so good at setting people up when she couldn’t even get the attention of the guys she wanted?

“C’mere a sec, Bambi.” Sugar called, and the girl almost died upon seeing Taza at the other end of the bar.

The blondes curly hair being bounced lightly by one of the man’s fingers as he whispered to her hurriedly, almost nervous like as his ring clad fingers tapped the bar top. “Yes?” Bambi’s eyebrows raised, hoping it was just a drink request for tomorrow night.

It was not.

“I’m sorry about all the grimacing I was doing towards you—it wasn’t out of malice.” His face crinkled almost guilty and one subtle glance at Sugar told her all she needed to know.

The red head let her hand fall on his tattooed forearm. “No it’s okay. Really I get it, your tired when I serve you most nights, it’s fine.”

“No it’s not.” His low voice interrupted, a rough calloused hand taken hold of hers. “I’m sorry if I made you feel like shit before. Honestly I could’ve been nicer.”

The surprise on her face didn’t go unnoticed by Sugar or Taza and the most gracious voice greeted back at them.

With an idea now in the front of her mind, the girl put up that innocent act she had always done in church. “Wow Sugar, you are right, he is sweet!” And the reddening of the blondes cheeks came back, as Taza was again reassured that it was alright before the redhead walked away.

At least she could help with others love lives, even if they weren’t permanent and only caused a slight happiness spike.

Maybe she was meant to play Cupid to big bad bikers.

She decided not to think too much about it, it’d just make her mind run slow like oil and she needed to just get her shit done so she and spice could leave.

That was the reoccurring though she had until the rest of her afternoon was met with Creeper coming up to her. ‘Am I really a gentleman?’ He had asked and the redhead humored him. ‘I think your the most loyal man I’ve ever met. And I’d honest to god trust you with anything.’

Her words not only made the man smile bigger than she had ever seen but almost made him stay and talk to her for the last hour before she went home and took a shower.

Bambi could only think of the next few shifts she had at the club house. Would she ever live down the stuff she said about Angel and Coco or was it all going to bite her in the ass?

She’s just have to find out at that party tomorrow night.

[sapphosclown]

Treat You Better - Tyrus AU

Part XIV: i guess we carried each other

Cyrus and TJ present their history project.

Masterlist

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Cyrus was woken up by his alarm, a pleasant scene where birds are chirping quietly in the background and a soft melody crescendos into a lovely morning song.

It absolutely infuriated him.

Nothing against birds or happy music, but it’s 6am and Cyrus has been studying for midterms all week and and now he has to present a project with the guy who is mad at him for whatever unknown reason and quite frankly, Cyrus didn’t want to leave his bed ever again.

The memory of his and TJ’s rehearsal on Monday has been haunting him all week. Andi and Buffy said not to worry about it so he’s really been trying not to, but he can’t.

He misses how it used to be. TJ was always so open and talkative during their study sessions even Cyrus was rude and dismissive. He made Cyrus laugh anyways, made him feel relaxed. It didn’t feel like a school project, it just felt like hanging out with a friend. And now that he can enjoy that atmosphere, it’s taken away from him. Because of course it is.

Cyrus begrudgingly got out of bed and threw on his clothes before going to brush his teeth.

He got to school 15 minutes before the first exam period and saw Andi and Buffy in their usual spots and Jonah sitting on the table across from Buffy in the cafeteria.

“Hey, Cyrus!” Jonah smiled wide at him and held his hand up for a high five to which Cyrus responded with a weak tap as he slid into his seat.

“C'mon man you can do better than that.” Jonah said disapprovingly as he held his hand over to Buffy who slapped his hand without even looking.

“I’m sorry, I’m so tired today.” Cyrus groaned, rubbing his eyes.

“Good thing I got a present for you,” Buffy sang as she slid an iced coffee across the table to him.

He looked at the coffee and back to buddy, eyes wide. “I love you.” He deadpanned, causing his friends to laugh.

“Today’s our last day and then it’s winter break, you got this!” Jonah nudged his shoulder gently.

“I think he’s just not excited for today in particular.” Andi replied, breaking apart each syllable of “particular”.

“Why, what’s happening today?” Jonah asked.

“He has his presentation with TJ today.” Buffy whispered loudly to Jonah.

“Oh.” Jonah whispered loudly back.

“You guys are so subtle.” Andi mimicked their voices.

“Whatever. I’ll be fine. Can we talk about something else?” Cyrus dismissed and took a sip of his coffee.

That lit up something in Buffy. “Oh yeah! Andi, tell him.”

“OH YEAH! Cyrus, you know how I was gonna ask Amber for her number?” She said excitedly.

“I do. Did you chicken out?” Cyrus teased, taking another sip of his drink.

Andi glared at him. “No.” she said quickly before shifting her eyes to the ceiling. “Well, I didn’t really get a chance BECAUSE SHE ASKED ME FIRST!”

Cyrus smiled at Buffy. “Called it.” He whispered loudly. Andi hit his arm playfully as he giggled and flinched away.

“Whatever. I still don’t know if she’s—”

“She is.” Jonah interjected.

Everyone turned to him with confused expressions.

“How do you know?” Andi asked.

“She told me. She doesn’t try to keep it a secret, did you not see the rainbow pin on her bag? Or the rainbow sticker on her name tag?” Jonah explained.

Buffy snorted.

“No I saw— She told you?” Andi asked again, still very lost.

“Yeah we’re friends.”

“Not the development I expected but a good one nonetheless.” Buffy joked to Cyrus.

“Since when?” Andi yelled.

“A while now. Our moms are friends and we have a lot in common. She told me she was gay like 2 years ago, I’m surprised you didn’t figure it out.” Jonah replied.

Andi stared at him.

“You knew her this whole time, and didn’t think to say anything?”

“I didn’t realize she was the girl you were madly in love with.”

Buffy snorted again.

“I AM NOT IN LOVE W—” Andi got cut off by the 5 minute warning bell and Buffy Cyrus and Jonah all started grabbing their bags to head to class. Andi stares at Jonah, grabbing her own bag. “We’re finishing this conversation later Beck.” She threatened before walking away.

Jonah looked at Cyrus with fear in his eyes.

“Don’t look at me man!”

“What did I do!” Jonah laughed as he and Cyrus headed to their first exam.

***

The good news is Cyrus had English for his first exam to distract him from his impending doom. The bad news is English is is over and now he has to go to history.

Under regular circumstances he’d be glad that his teacher is taking these presentations for their midterm grades, but he’s kind of too busy cursing whatever god is out there controlling his life to worry about his grade.

Cyrus subconsciously walked ever so slightly slower to his history classroom, knowing it doesn’t actually make a difference to what’s gonna happen but it’s worth a shot. Turns out it kind of worked, but in the worst way possible.

Cyrus got to the room at the exact same time as TJ and they practically ran each other over trying to get through the door at the same time.

“Hey, what the hell— Cyrus!” TJ said much louder than he probably meant to.

Cyrus stood at him in shock for a second. Of course he thought to himself. “Um, sorry I wasn’t paying attention.” He forced a smile and walked into class as TJ called after him.

“Wait, Cyrus—” TJ said, taking a seat next to him. “Can... Can we talk?”

Cyrus opened his mouth to respond but the only sound that came was from the bell signaling clad to start. Cyrus looked to the front of the room where their teacher had already started talking.

“Alright, we don’t really have time to waste so, look for you and your partners names on the board. If each presentation is 3-5 minutes we should have some time leftover to watch a quarter of a movie. Sound good?”

The class mumbled in content agreement.

“Great. If you and your partner feel like you’d like to go over your work one more time, you can practice in the hall QUIETLY, while the group before you is presenting. Alright, first up—”

And so Cyrus spent the first 15 minutes of class sitting awkwardly next to TJ as they kept looking over at each other in what was supposed to be sneaky glances but they’re kind of bad at being subtle and make contact almost every time. Eventually the people before then stand up to present and TJ turns to Cyrus.

“Hey, can we—” He whispered pointing to the hallway. Cyrus pressed his lips in a straight line attempting an awkward smile and grabbed his bag, TJ following him suite.

TJ quietly closed the door behind them and turned around.

He took a deep breath. “Um— I just wanted to apologize for how I acted the other day.”

Cyrus shifted a bit. “Okay...”

They stood in silence for a beat.

“So...”

“That was it.”

“Have you ever heard an apology? Like ever?” Cyrus tried to joke but he knew it came off more bitter than he meant it to.

“I’m sorry, you’re right.”

“So you’ve apologized for not apologizing, but you still haven’t apologized.” Cyrus stated.

“Has anyone ever told you you’re hard to apologize to?” TJ retorted.

“No, actually. This would be a first.” TJ smiled at that.

“Okay. I’m sorry for how i acted the other day. That wasn’t fair to you. I guess I just thought that if I pretended like I didn’t care it’d make things easier but I was... very wrong.”

“Yeah. No kidding.” Cyrus snorted.

TJ looked at his shoes and Cyrus stared at him. “It’s okay. I mean, I guess I understand where you were coming from but it still kind of sucked. I thought you hated me.” Cyrus said.

“I know. I’m sorry.” TJ said again.

Cyrus nodded.

A soft smiled tugged at TJ’s lips before he tore his eyes to his notebook. “Um, good job on your section by the way, I don’t get a chance to say it but yeah. Not that I thought you’d do a bad job or anything because you’re really smart and I’m actually surprised you stuck with me as your partner because—”

“Thanks, TJ.” Cyrus cut off his rambling, laughing quietly. “You did a really good job too. And you pretty much nailed all the dates too so, congratulations.”

“Ha, thanks.” TJ clearly didn’t believe him.

“Seriously Teej,” Cyrus took a step forward and put his hand on the other boys shoulder. “You should be proud of yourself.”

Cyrus saw TJ’s cheeks turning a light shade of pink s he felt his own face burn a little. If nothing else, one thing hadn’t changed— TJ still had the prettiest eyes Cyrus has ever seen.

They were interrupted by the door opening and their teachers face popped through. “You boys are up!” He whispered enthusiastically before slipping back into the room.

The boys looked at each other a again and laughed awkwardly, both still extreme shades of red but pretending they weren’t.

Their presentation actually went pretty smoothly. The biggest issue they ran into was stuttering every here and there, but this was already ten million times better than their practice run had been. Both of them quickly melted into their dynamic and everything else came pretty naturally and they were done in about 3 and a half minutes. The class snapped quietly (as to not disturb the other classes) and they both sat down, continuing the rest of class “sneaking” looks at each other and smiling when they made eye contact every time.

***

Cyrus stared at his phone while his friends talked around him at Andi’s locker. It started with Andi scolding Jonah for not being her wingman earlier on but Cyrus lost tack pretty quickly as his mind wandered back to TJ.

He was staring at his contact in his phone and debating on sending a text. On one hand, he wasn’t entirely sure where they stood now. Were they friends again? Were they just school acquaintances again? They weren’t project partners anymore so should he keep TJ’s phone number? Cyrus could already feel that he was about to drive himself crazy and just pushed aside all his thoughts and typed out a message.

Cyrus: good job on the project today!! all things considered i think we did pretty well :)

Cyrus shuts off his phone and puts it back in his pocket as he tried to ignore the part of his brain screaming at him. He heard about 3 words in the conversation unfolding before him before he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He yanked his phone back out and read the message in the screen

TJ: thanks :) i can’t take too much credit tho, you definitely carried me the whole way through

Cyrus: you’re simply incorrect. you carried me

TJ: i guess that means we carried each other then huh

Cyrus: i guess it does

“Oooooooooo, who ya textin?” Buffy sang, poking at Cyrus’s arm.

“No one!” He tried to say but the smile on his face begged to differ.

“So did you and TJ make up then?” Andi asked.

“Yeah. We talked before the presentation and it helped.” Cyrus blushed harder.

“You should invite him to the spoon with us!” Jonah proposed.

Cyrus looked at all his friends. “Really? Are you guys sure its okay?”

“Of course! Andi’s invited Amber, who’s one more gonna hurt!” Buffy replied.

“Okay...” Cyrus turned back to his phone, his friends watching him intently. Cyrus stood still and cleared his throat aggressively. Catching the hint they all turn back to their own little conversation.

“So, words amirite?” He hears Andi say.

Cyrus: my friends and i are getting some celebratory end of semester shakes at the spoon, if you’re not doing anything you can join, if you want

He clicked his phone off again pretending like nothing was happening because technically, nothing was happening. He invited his friend to get milkshakes with his friends, big whoop. Except everyone had gone silent again and was staring at Cyrus.

“What we’re you saying about words, Andi?”

“Oh, uh—”

Their fake conversation quickly turned into a very real and heated debate about phonetics which Cyrus had invested himself in hoping to forget about the fact that a full minute and a half has already passed and he still hasn’t heard anything back.

Another minute passes and Cyrus was just about ready to call it quits when he felt his pocket buzz.

TJ: sounds fun :) i’ll meet you guys there?

Cyrus: cool :)

They get to the Spoon and see Amber sitting the the largest corner booth in her normal people clothes. She stands up and waves them over with a smile on her face.

“I already ordered some baby taters but I wasn’t sure what milkshakes you guys wanted because I can never remember who likes what.” Amber said nervously as everyone took their seat.

“That’s ok. There’s one more joining us so we’ll order when he gets here.” Jonah reassured her.

“Oh, who is it?”

As if on que, the door rang as TJ stepped inside and scanned the room, and then waving excitedly when he sees Cyrus.

“You’re joking.” Amber laughs in disbelief and stands up again, making eye contact with TJ who’s face drops like hers before they both start laughing hysterically leaving everyone feeling confused and kind of left out.

“Wait... that’s...” TJ laughed before Amber shushed him.

“I didn’t realize you were talking about...” Amber started before TJ shushed her.

“Hey, what’s going on...” Buffy whispered to the two of them.

“Oh, um, Cyrus remember when I told you I have a sister—” TJ said simply, gesturing towards Amber.

Amber turned to Cyrus and smiled and waved weakly.

“No way.” Buffy said to no one in particular as she smiled widely. She was gonna have a field day with this.

Jonah looked like he was about to pee his pants trying not to laugh and Cyrus and Andi were completely stunned and just stared at each other for a second before also laughing, the rest of the group doing the same.

“I hate it here.” Amber joked as she sat down next to Andi.

“I’ve literally never been happier in my life.” Buffy laughed as she moved so TJ could sit next to Cyrus.

“Jonah, why didn’t you tell them?” Amber yelled at him.

“I THOUGHT THEY HAD FIGURED IT OUT! Cyrus has been to your house multiple times how did you not know!” Jonah yelled back.

They dissolved into more playful yelling and despite being way too loud for this little diner, Cyrus still felt happier than he had all year.

A waiter came over after they had quieted down and took their orders. Everyone started talking about something but Cyrus had noticed that TJ’s pinky was touching his own and that was all he could focus on. It was the lightest touch and yet if felt like his skin was on fire. As if that wasn’t enough, TJ must have noticed it too, because he looped his finger over Cyrus’s, making Cyrus’s face heat up involuntarily and he hoped no one had noticed. When Cyrus didn’t move away, TJ carefully flipped his hand over and intertwined the rest of their fingers. Cyrus looked at him but TJ had gone back into the conversation. Cyrus smiled at him and then tuned back in himself.

He never wanted this to end.

He was happy.

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previous // next

a/n: happy boys for today me thinks 😌 the angst is finally dying down and there’s i think gonna be two more chapters (excluding the epilogue) and our boys are gonna get the happy ending they deserve but for now, they hold hands under the table at the spoon and enjoy the company of their friends. ALSO I WAS LOOSING MY MIND WRITING THE PART WHERE W TJ AND AMBER OH MY GOD i hope you enjoyed lmao

also i’m updating my tag list to make sure the notifications are getting sent and if you want to be added or taken off just lmk!!

tag list:

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[marshmallow-phd]

Sins of the Father

Genre: Mafia Au

Pairing: Junmyeon x Reader

Summary: Soon after your second birthday, your parents were killed and you were adopted by your father’s best friend, taken away to their home country where you lived your life in peaceful ignorance. As far a as you knew, your parents simply left you large fortune to be released to you once you reached your twenty-third birthday. At least, that’s all you thought you were inheriting. When a famously ruthless mafia boss discovers your existence, you are left at his mercy. While under his roof, you learn more about your father than you ever wished you had, including the part of your inheritance that made you the most valuable person in the underworld. Hidden in a bank in New York City were files that held the darkest secrets of the mafia families and everyone in their pocket. With another terrifying leader’s eyes trained on you, you’ll learn to watch your back… and guard your heart, before your father’s past becomes your doom.

Part: 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I 6 I 7 I 8 I 9 I 10 I 11 I 12 I 13 I 14 I 15 I 16 I Final

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It was unbearably warm when you woke up. Your eyelids fluttered open just a few centimeters from Junmyeon’s face. His features were fuzzy as your eyes tried to adjust to being active again. At some point in your sleep, you had cuddled up to his side and he’d wrapped an arm around your shoulders. With your head resting on top of a bruise on his shoulder, you were surprised you hadn’t woken him up.

Slowly sitting up, you looked down at his peaceful appearance.

A lock of hair from his bangs had fallen on his forehead sometime in the morning hours. You pushed it back, surprised at the softness against your fingers. The bruises on his face and torso had settled into a deep purple, which was better than the almost black shade they were a few hours ago. According to the digital clock on the nightstand, it was about twenty past two in the afternoon. It hadn’t been quite eight hours of good rest, but you were too alert to try and go back to sleep.

Junmyeon moaned, his mouth turning down to a frown as his sleepy eyes slowly broke open.

“Well, hello there,” you laughed. The way his face scrunched up, wrinkling the skin around his eyes and nose, was so child-like that it contrasted so much with the Junmyeon you knew. Or, at least, thought you knew.

Why couldn’t he look like the mobsters from the documentaries? The kind that were balding, overweight, and wore hideous, flashy clothing. That would be easy to hate and dismiss. Hell, you might have been able to just ignore his injuries and let him suffer. But this face came across as the boy next door; the kind that helped old ladies cross the street and laughed at their friend’s terrible jokes. When he wasn’t frowning or scowling, it was almost angelic.

“Have you been awake long?” he yawned, careful not to move too fast as he sat up.

You shook my head. “No, not at all. How are you feeling?”

“Stiff,” he answered honestly.

Massaging his shoulder with your hand, you could feel how tensed up his muscles had become from laying down so long. You threw the covers off of your legs and started to get out of bed when he caught your wrist.

“Where are you going?” He was practically pouting. What would his men say to a face like that coming from their fearless leader?

“I thought I’d be nice and start a warm bath for you.”

He raised an eyebrow cheekily. “For two?”

You ripped out of his grasp, throwing him a look. “No, for one. It’s to loosen up your muscles.”

“I can think of another way to loosen me up.” It was impossible to miss his implication.

Jumping up, you stared down at him in disbelief. “Did you drink while I was asleep? Is that why you’re acting like this?”

Junmyeon threw his hands up, playing innocent. You were used to Chen and occasionally Baekhyun’s flirty comments, but they never went quite that far.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I crossed a line.”

You folded your arms, completely confused by this one-eighty turn his personality had taken.

Sure, you’d been concerned about his wellbeing when he came home looking like he’d done a couple rounds of MMA. And, okay, you might have taken a small pleasure in seeing what was hidden underneath his shirts, but you’d kept those thoughts to yourself. One night sleeping next to each other just so you could make sure he didn’t stop breathing and suddenly he’d turned from cold mafia leader to the playful boyfriend.

You leaned down to get a better look at his eyes. They weren’t oddly dilated nor were the corneas turning colors. “Did you hit your head really hard last night? Did Junko rearrange some wires when he was beating on you?”

That wiped the smile off his face and gained you a flick on the forehead.

“Ow!” You rubbed the spot where his nail had stung the skin stung to try and sooth it. How childish.

“I didn’t appreciate that particular reminder,” Junmeyon grumbled. The playful look was gone now. His face was almost back to the part-annoyed, part-neutral expression you were used to. “And I was serious last night – or this morning, whatever – I think we should actually try to be more than just a piece of paper. Who knows, maybe this was fate?”

You rolled your eyes, straightening back up. Fate was not something you believed in. Chance, coincidence, luck; that’s how things happened. “That was a bit fluffy for a crime boss, don’t you think? Besides, you’re skipping a few steps. I’m not sleeping with you. In my opinion, we should start with the ‘friends’ part, huh? Besides, I thought I wasn’t your type?”

He flinched at that. “You’re right, sorry. And I only said that to make you stay at arm’s distance.”

You scoffed. Like would have tried to be any closer than that in the first place. No need to tell him that you had easily looked past him to a certain dimpled doctor. That wasn’t exactly a fight you wanted to have at this point. Nor did you want something bad to happen to Yixing. You didn’t think that Junmyeon would do something to harm him - he often called the boys his family - but you thought better than to take the chance. Besides, there was a more pressing matter to point out.

“And yet, you were the first one to fold.”

“Excuse me?” He stood up and stalked over to you. Damn it, how could he be so imposing? He didn’t have the height like Chanyeol and Sehun, but the way he held himself made him seem eight feet tall. “What do you mean I was folded first? You ran to me when you saw my face like Florence Nightingale.”

“Which I would have done if that was any of you guys, including Xiumin,” you pointed out. Although, you hardly knew his second-in-command. The underboss had hardly said two full sentences to you, but you still would have been concerned if he was hurt. Granted, you never would have asked to stay the night with him. Or any of the others. You think.

Shaking your head, you realized how juvenile the two of you were being. Why did it matter? This wasn’t a card game. And it’s not like you had actual feelings for him at the moment. Some attraction, sure, but so would anyone in their right mind after just one look at him. Well, when his face didn’t look like a Dalmatian. Add in the tiny bits of affection he’d thrown you way since yesterday morning and you were almost doomed.

On top of that, you did care about his wellbeing, not wishing him harm like some might think you should. You didn’t see him as a monster, not anymore. He may have kept you in the penthouse, but he didn’t confide you to a single room or make your life truly miserable. And you would prefer the penthouse to any more “social gatherings” like last night.

Thoughtfully, you spun the ring on your finger. You hadn’t taken it off when getting ready for bed, but now you wondered if maybe that was giving Junmyeon some of his newfound bravery towards you. He’d kept you in mind when picking out the piece of jewelry, meaning he’d somewhat been paying attention. If it was one of those fifteen carat diamonds with a thick band housing smaller jewels like the celebrities often sported, you never would have put it on in a thousand years. If you ever fell in a pool of water with it on, drowning was a huge possibility.

You couldn’t understand it, but you were coming to terms with your situation, possibly even finding a faint silver lining.

“I’ll start your bath that you’ll take by yourself,” you told him. “And I’ll make us something to eat. Are any of the guys coming over today?” Junmyeon shook his head a little too happily. “Okay, then.”

Turning around, you headed into the bathroom. It was hard to not focus on your jealousy when you got a good look at the tub. You hadn’t paid attention to the bathroom when looking for the first aid kit last night, but now you got an eye full.

The walk-in shower had dark, stone-like tile with a waterfall type shower head. The tub was more like a Jacuzzi, with jets and enough room for at least three occupants. You were a little tempted to say screw him and take a bath yourself.

Pushing that idea off for another time for maybe when Junmyeon wasn’t home, you let the water get steaming hot and fill up most of the way before calling that good enough. When you turned around, Junmyeon was out of bed and leaning against the doorframe.

“It’s all ready for you.” Eyes up on his face. Eyes up on his face.

As you passed him to exit the bathroom, he said, “Thank you.”

You nodded in reply and headed for the kitchen.

Food options were getting low, but at least the fridge wasn’t completely empty. There was some beef that was still good and a marinade that Kyungsoo had made that was incredibly delicious so that’s what you went with.

While rice was being prepared in the cooker, you chopped up the beef and stir fried it. The other little side dishes were easy enough to prepare, not taking too much time at all. In just a few minutes, the island was pretty much set and you were just waiting for the meat to finish up when Junmyeon entered the kitchen.

“That smells amazing,” he complimented sincerely.

“Thanks,” you said shyly. “Most of it is actually Kyungsoo’s work, like the sauce, but I guess you could say I did a good job at heating things up. There wasn’t much to work with. Someone will have to go to the store soon.” You wanted to say that you could go to the store, but the chances of that were slim and so you decided to keep the statement vague.

Junmyeon just nodded as he sat down, not mentioning who could be sent for the job. You made him a glass of water and let him get started on eating as you turned off the stove and started to rinse off some of the pans that had cooled.

“Just leave it,” he ordered. “We can clean it up later.”

It was hard to suppress a smile as you sat down across from him. He’d even said “we” like he planned on helping you. Was the job of washing dishes not too lowly for the mafia leader?

As you ate, you peeked up at Junmyeon in short, quick glances. His hair was still wet, giving it a dark sheen that complimented his skin. You were relieved to see him be able to move a little more freely without grimacing in pain every five seconds. It was still hard to make the images of Junmyeon fit together in your head. They were so opposite one another that anyone else might think you were talking about two different people. Or had some sort of Jekyll and Hyde situation on your hands.

The two of you finished lunch and Junmyeon graciously dried the dishes after you’d washed them and then put them away in their proper places. It was hard to keep your mouth shut, your brain oh-so wanting to make a snarky comment about him doing any sort of cleaning, but you kept your mouth shut. Getting along was not going to be easy after developing a sarcastic defense against him.

Once that chore was done, you relocated to the living room, settling on the couch. The two of you were facing each other, chatting on like it was normal.

“So, before all this, how much did you know about your father?” Junmyeon asked cautiously, turning the subject away from Xiumin’s apparent obsession with cleanliness.

You let out a long breath. It was the first time anyone had actually asked about your parents. The boys never brought it up and while you were growing up strangers just assumed it was a sensitive topic.

“To me, he was just your typical corporate lawyer. I only had pictures to go by, the ones that Taegun and Hyunmin had brought back when they went to go get me. He seemed normal, nothing too secretive about him. Just an average, every day father providing for his family.”

“Those are always the ones to look out for,” Junmyeon remarked.

Telling him you would be right back, you ran to your room and took out the photo you’d shoved into the drawer. You didn’t think that you would touch it for a long time – if ever again – but something made you want to show it to Junmyeon. On a whim, you also grabbed the album from the nightstand.

You handed Junmyeon the picture frame as you sat back down, leaning against your elbow on the back cushion.

“Okay,” Junmyeon whistled, examining the subjects in the photo. “I see what you mean. You’re right, very normal.” He chuckled. “You look like your mom. In fact, it’s a little scary.” Holding up the frame to your face, he looked back and forth between you and the photo.

You shoved it down, pursing your lips. “That’s what everyone says when they see pictures of her. Like her little clone.”

“What did she do?”

You shrugged. “She stayed home, as far as I know. She was a political science major but didn’t really do anything with it. My parents married pretty soon after graduating college and then had me. Most of the pictures I have are of just the two of us. She seemed happy, smiling at the camera, but that’s hardly evidence if she really was.” You frowned, thinking of the kind of person she might have been; if you would have gotten along with her had she been the one to raise you. Would you have had more in common than just your faces? “I hope she was.”

Sensing your change in mood, Junmyeon placed his hand on your knee. Even through the blanket thrown across your lap, you could feel its warmth.

“I’m sure she was.” He put the frame down on the coffee table. Smiling a little, his gaze was down on the floor as if he was thinking back to something. “My mother was happy. She loved my father, no matter what trouble he got into.”

“How did all this start?” you asked, curious about the events that led you all here, to this moment. “Did your father build all this?”

Junmyeon shook his head. “No, my grandfather is responsible for all this. Things were hard during the war. People needed protection and something to turn to for hope. My grandfather took advantage of that need, building his empire. Back then it was more about followers and he had several families underneath him. Things shifted when my father took over. That’s when it became more about territory and having control of certain goods and transportation.”

You took in everything he was saying. This life, it wasn’t just about breaking the law and living glamorously. Yes, the money was a big part, but it seemed to center more on control and benefits for the whole, like a company. That’s what all this was, in the end, wasn’t it? Each member had their own role to play, working in sync with the others to make sure the whole machine stayed together. While the ends might not justify the means, you found yourself admiring the system a bit.

“In the end, it wasn’t the constant fight with the other families that took him,” Junmyeon admitted.

You straightened up, surprised at the turn of conversation. “How did he die?”

Junmyeon took your hand in his and started playing with your fingers, perhaps to distract himself. “Heart disease. He didn’t take of himself very well and it all caught up with him. It hit my mother the hardest. She loved my father so much, she’d left her family behind for him.”

Intrigued by this love story, you scooted closer to listen. “How did they meet?”

“My mother’s father was a rising politician,” he kept his eyes down, focused on his distracting task. “They happened to be at a fundraising event that my father was throwing. My maternal grandfather hated being there, but he had to make an appearance since it was a legitimate fundraiser for the orphanages and he needed a good image. Their family came from money and so he needed to connect with the common people in order to get their votes and the people loved my father for the work he put back into the neighborhood. It was an open secret, what my father’s family did, but my mother didn’t care. She took one look at my father and knew she would never love anyone else.”

It was easy enough to picture, the couple meeting and the air turning warm and suddenly everyone else faded away until it was just the two of them standing there with eyes connecting, never to let go again. It was a scenario you’d read a hundred times, but the feelings behind them was something you had never experienced.

“She sounds lucky to have found love so easily.”

Junmyeon scoffed, dropping your hand. “Finding it was easy, keeping it took its toll and had its consequences.”

You bobbed your head in understanding. Love could only take so much and Junmyeon’s mother probably had to fight every day to hold on to her law-breaking husband. “Where is your mother?”

“She has dementia.” He took in a ragged breath, running a hand through his hair. The ends had dried by now, but a few strands stood up from the gesture, making it messy. “It’s still in the early stages, but she has to constantly be watched to make sure nothing happens to her. One time she almost burnt her house down because she forgot the stove was on. Another time, I found her pulled over on the side of the highway because she didn’t know where she was. I placed her in a care facility down in Busan, so she’d be away from the danger here in Seoul.”

Your heart was breaking for him. He loved her so much. It was evident all over his face and the way his shoulders slumped, thinking about how he had to send her away. You could almost imagine little Junmyeon clinging to his mother on his first day of school or playfully swatting her hand away when she tried to fix his hair. That kind of sight was something you wanted to witness. The beautiful bond between this man in front of you and his mother, who sounded like a saint or an angel.

“Do you think–” you stopped. Perhaps it would have been too bold of you to ask. “Never mind.” Playing with the hem of the blanket, you kept your eyes down. You feared that he might get mad at your request or think you were overstepping. Granted, he overstepped first this morning, but there was difference between his obnoxious flirting and this.  

He groaned. “I hate it when you do that. Can’t you just tell me what’s on your mind without me having to prod it out of you?” He even tapped on your forehead for emphasis.

You still couldn’t bring yourself to ask it.

Huffing, Junmyeon pulled your hand away from the blanket that you were fidgeting with and tilted your chin up. “(Y/n).”

“Fine,” you pouted. “I was going to ask if I could go with you, next time you visit her. I’d like to meet her.” Whatever reaction you were expecting, you weren’t ready for what you received.

It made Junmyeon shine. His smile grew so big it turned into an eye smile you’d never seen from him before. He’d moved with speed you wouldn’t think he was capable of in his current condition as he practically leapt you and pulled you into his chest, resting his chin on your shoulder. Just as you were about to lift your arms and return the hug, he pulled away.

“I would want nothing more,” he said quietly, his brown eyes boring into yours. “And I know she would love to meet you too.” Leaving you stunned, he sat back, a relaxed expression on his face as he continued to stare at you.

You shifted, suddenly uncomfortable with his unwavering attention. “What?”

“Where did you come from?” he sounded fascinated, like you were an alien that was floating down from the sky.

You scrunched your eyebrows. “Um, I think we’ve already had this conversation.”

He shook his head, letting out a small laugh. Settling his eyes on the album you’d put on the coffee table, he picked it up and started leafing through it.

“You have a lot of places you want to go,” he acknowledged.

Sucking in your lips, you cleared your throat. “Yeah. I’ve always wanted to travel. I think being an outsider my whole life, I’ve just wanted to find somewhere that I could maybe call home.” You stopped the page flipping when he came to the pictures of France’s countryside. Pointing to the word scribbled at the top, you explained, “I fell in love with that word as soon as I heard it. I think it was in a movie or something. It’s French. Dépaysement. It basically means homesickness, but it’s deeper than that. Like, disorientation. A longing for your home country. Except, I’m not sure where that is. I feel like it should be the same as my parents, but I’m not confident that it is. So, I want to find it.”

Junmyeon caressed the pictures that held the green hills and fast forests of a country far away. In complete seriousness, he looked up at you and stated, “I’ll take you someday.”

Your jaw dropped. When Chanyeol had told you that Junmyeon liked to travel and he might take you along, you hadn’t really believed him that Junmyeon would take a risk like that. That would have taken some effort on Junmyeon’s part to put some interest in you as a human being. But now, with the way he said it and the look of genuine care in his eyes, you could actually hope. And not even the thought of sharing a hotel room put you off.

“We’ll start with America.”

Then you deflated.

Of course.

“Right,” You collapsed back into the couch. “So, I can get the files.”

Junmyeon scrambled up so he was leaning in and grasped your hands, realizing what you’d concluded. “No, that’s not what I meant. We can put that off. Once I can get things settled here in the next few months and your birthday comes around, we can take a nice honeymoon to California or Washington. We won’t touch New York until you want to.”

You didn’t believe him. You didn’t believe that three short weeks, or even less than twenty-four hours had changed his mind about the importance of those files. Not to mention, he still planned the wedding for around your birthday, the biggest piece of the puzzle. He’d worked too hard, planned too much to just let them fall to an afterthought. The only reason he even brought you here in the first place was for the secrets those papers held. You weren’t that special to make him forget it all.

Because you would avoid New York for the rest of your life. You would put it off every time he asked, every time it was brought up in a conversation. If it was truly up to you, you would leave that safe deposit box to rot.

But you let him think that you took him at his word, giving him a small smile. He patted your head, returning the smile. One step forward and two steps back.

[let-it-raines]

So a follow up to the baseball kiss cam prompt??? 😘⚾️🏟🎥

And the great prompt-a-thon (that seems like an appropriate name for it or maybe the prompt project…that doesn’t have the same ring to it...prompt and circumstances?) continues! It’s Thanksgiving week here, and I’m currently sitting in my parents’ house looking out at the place where I grew up while other people watch my kid because they think running around with a toddler for hours is still a novel idea. lol. Anyways, the Kiss Cam prompt from last week strikes again thanks to several people but mostly @kmomof4 and this anon. Hope you guys think this one is a home run too :D 

“So can I hear the story of you getting a drink thrown on you? I feel like I know you well enough now to get that privilege of hearing of this bad date of yours.”

Killian’s drawing lazy patterns against her back, his nails leaving temporary marks as he moves across her skin. It’s got to be somewhere near four in the morning, the sun setting so long ago that it’s almost time for it to rise. After the game was over yesterday, Killian had offered to take her out to diner, but her sweater was absolutely soaked from the water Walsh had thrown on her, the damp material seeping into her skin and causing her to shiver as the temperature outside continued to cool. So he’d bashfully, scratching his ear the entire time while his cheeks reddened below his slight sunburn, offered to have her over to his place to change clothes and eat takeout since he lives near Fenway. Well, he’d actually phrased it as “So, Swan, my dugout or yours?” and she’d chosen his.

And him offering her a dry shirt pretty much got the ball rolling off the mound for them to fall into bed together.

And while they were there, there were no strikes. Only home runs, and at the end of each inning, a damn grand slam.

She’s going to talk and think in baseball innuendos for the rest of her life.

Or maybe just until she gets some sleep. She’s been up for almost twenty-four hours and has taken part in some rigorous activities in the past few of those. Totally worth it, but she’s starting to get delusional.

She hums when Killian moves his fingertips over her shoulders and up to the base of her neck, drawing lines right at her hairline that send vibrations through her boneless, sated body. “You tell me yours, and I’ll tell you mine.”

“Is this the getting to know you equivalent of you show me yours and I’ll show you mine?”

“Considering I’ve already shown you all of mine,” she turns her head to look at him, tracing her eyes up and down his still bare body, “and you’ve shown me all of yours, I think we can do the same for bad dates. Plus, you were a real live witness to an actual, historical bad date.”

“Me and a couple other thousand people. And a few million if they showed it on the television…which Liam tells me they did.”

Well, she was not expecting that. And she’d also totally blocked out the fact that her kiss with Killian had been seen by everyone in the stadium. J.D. Martinez probably saw her make out with Killian, and she’s just not sure how she feels about that…not that she personally knows Martinez. And who is she kidding? He’s trying to win the World Series. He doesn’t care about who she’s swapping spit with.

Strike that (strike out).

Swapping spit is a horrible way to describe a kiss. Martinez is trying to win the World Series, and he doesn’t care who she’s kissing…or stealing bases with. Okay, that’s a slightly better thought.

“Holy shit. Are you serious?”

“As the plague. You’re a bit of an internet sensation, Swan. Though no one knows who you are.”

“When did you even find time to talk to Liam?”

“While you were in the bathroom after round,” he counts his fingers, exaggerating his movements, and she rolls her eyes, “two. He’d texted me several, well, several different versions of ‘what the hell, brother’ and then links to a bunch of articles online. His job is more PR management for the team than anything else. So when we trended on Twitter, he was all over that.”

Holy shit. Did he just say they trended on Twitter? That is something she never thought would happen to her. Ever. That doesn’t even feel real. This entire day doesn’t feel real.

She doesn’t even have a Twitter.

Does that make this a…no hitter?

“Is he…is he going to release our names?”

She doesn’t think it would be the end of the world, but her friends are never going to let her live this down.

“No, though there’s no guarantee the masses of the internet won’t find us out. I’m a public servant related to someone who works for the team, and you’re supposedly a nutritionist. We’re online.”

“What do you mean I’m supposedly a nutritionist? I am one!”

He pokes her in the side, causing her to jump a bit, her stomach convulsing at the surprising warmth of his touch. “You ate half of a pizza tonight. That’s the exact opposite of what a nutritionist would suggest.”

“Yeah, but I don’t always eat like that, and I’ve gotten quite the workout today. And it’s like that hypocritical thing parents used to say. Do as I say, not as I do.”

“Fair point.”

He leans over to kiss her, and just as his lips touch hers, she remembers how this conversation started. “Hey, what was your worst date?”

“This one.”

She rolls her eyes, and she’s got to be dreaming. This isn’t her life. She’s never connected with someone this easily, and it has to be a dream. A really good dream. “Shut up. What was it really?”

“It was really this one, love. Because nothing is ever going to compare to it.”

What a smooth talker, and she’s totally falling for it…well, almost.

“That’s sweet and super cheesy, but I still want to know your actual worst date.”

He sighs before flopping down on to his back, the mattress bouncing under his weight while she lays down next to him, propping herself up on her fisted hand and pulling the comforter over the two of them to keep the fan from causing her skin to break out in gooseflesh.

“I was twenty seven and – ”

“Wait. How old are you now?”

“Thirty-two. You?”

“Twenty-eight. It was my birthday a few days ago. Go on.”

“Happy birthday, love.” He kisses her brow before settling back down in his spot, a soft smile gracing his face that causes butterflies to rise up in her stomach. “So I was twenty-seven, and my last serious girlfriend and I had just broken up. I wasn’t really ready to date again, but my mates were on my arse about it. So I asked a lass I knew through Liam out, and it was just…horrible. It’s not like anything dramatic happened where my date was an arsehole and ignored me, but I was still so upset and heartbroken that everything was doom and gloom. And she and I just had no connection. Like, none. We sat at a restaurant forever and didn’t talk for thirty seven minutes. I timed it because words were not forming in my mind. It was like torture. And then she asked me out again when we were leaving, and I had to turn her down.”

“Why would she ask you out again if it was so awkward?”

“No bloody clue. A glutton for punishment obviously. So do I get to hear the drink story now?”

“I was at a football game.”

“You obviously shouldn’t go to sporting events for dates, lass. Take me out to the ball game should not be a part of your song catalog.”’

He waggles his eyebrows before smirking at her, and she can’t help but reach over and playfully hit his shoulder. Their batting average with each other is not the best. Or maybe it is. She’s not sure how that works in this particular situation.

“Yeah, but then you wouldn’t have me in your bed right now.”

“Too true.”

“So I was at a game in college, and I, too, was starting to date again after a relationship. The guy I was with apparently had an ex who was pissed at him, so she dumped her drink on us. It was definitely an interesting experience.”

“Maybe one day I can take you on a date where you don’t get a drink spilled on you.”

She smiles, and her stomach does that thing with butterflies again. Maybe it’s fly balls if she’s sticking with the baseball theme, but that seems like it might be painful. She hopes that this isn’t painful.

“I’d like that.”

She leaves around seven in the morning after getting approximately an hour and a half of sleep, and while the night was a whole new ballgame to what she’s used to, she’s really feeling it now as she walks into the office in her jeans and her sweater from yesterday. She’s going to need all of the coffee in the building as well as the Boston area for how her body is dragging, and she just has to make it until four before she can go home. She can do that, can’t she? She’s survived worse, and she doesn’t have any appointments today, so she can avoid people.

Or at least she thought she could until her office phone starts ringing before she even manages to sit down.

“Emma Swan’s office. How may I help you?”

“Whoisthemanwhoyouwerekissingonthejumbotronyesterday?”

The words come out of Mary Margaret’s mouth so quickly that Emma almost can’t make them out, but she’s been interpreting her friend for years. Plus, she figured that before the world discovered who the girl was who made out with a stranger on television, Mary Margaret would see the video and call her. Crap, she didn’t even call to tell Mary Margaret about her date. She’s going to be so confused. And probably a little pissed.

“His name is Killian. Also, breathe, Marg.”

“What happened to Walsh?”

“He was an asshole. Why did you think I would like him?”

“He’s been nothing but nice to me.”

“Well, he was lying.”

Mary Margaret is silent for a few seconds, and Emma knows that she’s debating whether or not to follow up on the Walsh situation or to just drop it.

“So who’s Killian?”

So she tells Mary Margaret the story of how she met Killian, leaving out the part about going back to his apartment because as much as she loves her friend, she can be a little judgmental. She can’t talk long, as Mary Margaret did call her why she was at work (I knew you wouldn’t pick up if you could see the caller ID on your cell), so she gets out of having to share too much. The day passes like a game with extra innings. At one point, you just want it to be over. You don’t care how.

Okay, maybe she cares a little bit.

Ruby: So I hear you slept with the hottie you made out with on national TV. You want to tell me about his wood? His baseballs? There are two, right? 

Emma: How do you know that? And no.

Emma: I mean no to telling you about his baseball bat. There are definitely two balls, just to clarify.

Ruby: Mary Margaret read between the lines. Or the chalk or whatever. So did you round all of the bases?

Emma: I’m never talking to you again.

Ruby: Let me know before you get married in Fenway.

The next few days are pretty busy, her life getting back to normal, but she does text back and forth with Killian. They’re in that weird state of “hey we slept together and kind of talked about going on a date but we’re not really doing that.” So they just kind of text randomly throughout the days, making sure to update each other any time they hear or see something about the kiss cam make out and, of course, talking about the World Series. It’s after Boston wins game four that she gets her first call from Killian.

“Swan.”

“Jones?”

“Can you get Monday off of work?”

“Maybe. Why?”

“How would you feel about going to game five free of charge?”

“What?”

“My brother can hook us up with tickets. Says all we have to do is do a promo thing.”

“A promo?”

“Yeah, apparently they’re using us in promos and stuff, and he wants us to record a video. And then maybe you can see the Sox win the world series in person. And, you know, go to LA.”

Well knock her sox off. She doesn’t care if she’s used that pun before. It’s a good one.

“Killian, I’m not sure I can do that. I don’t really know you or Liam. This feels weird.”

“I’m not going to murder you, Swan. If I was, I’d have done it in my apartment where no one knew where you were.”

“Creepy.”

“I’m trying to make a point.”

“So it would cost no money? I’d just have to lose a bit more of my dignity?”

“Exactly.”

And that’s how she’s ended up sitting in the visitors’ locker room in the Dodgers stadium in LA decked out in Red Sox-provided team gear with Killian sitting right next to her as his brother interviews them, a camera with a bright light flashing in her face. She’s never been one to do spontaneous things like fly across the country to go to a baseball game with someone she barely knows, but really, how could she pass this up? It was a free plane ride, a free hotel room (she does plan on staying in her own room tonight, but things could change now that she’s with Killian again if she’s honest with herself), and a free ticket to what could be the Sox winning the World Series. So while it may not have been the most sensible decision in terms of, you know, safety, she doesn’t think she’s going to be murdered or something.

She at least hopes not.

The only murdering that’s going to be done is on the baseball field.

Okay, so maybe that’s a little violent, but she’s new at this trash talk thing.

The interview they do is, in one word, embarrassing. For one, she has to talk about how she met Killian and how she really did make out with him after knowing him for a few hours (obviously she leaves out what they did afterwards because…logic). There’s also a game played where she and Killian wear those headbands with little notecards on them and have to describe to each other which MLB team they are without saying the mascot, the city, or any of the words in the team’s name. But the real kicker is that Killian flirts with her the entire time while his brother interviews them. She’s meeting the guy’s brother, and while it’s not like he’s introducing her to his family because they’re seriously dating, it kind of feels that way. You know, if they weren’t in a locker room with a bunch of professional baseball players and their managers.

But it’s kind of fun once she gets over herself. Killian Jones is still the same man she met less than a week ago, and he puts little puns into their interview every time that he can. Whenever he messes up or curses, he says “strike that,” a giant grin on his face that cause her to giggle under her breath. At a point in the interview, Liam asks Killian if he has anything he’d like to say to Emma, and without any emotion in his face he said, “Are you in the outfield? Because you’re an angel.” Liam muttered “fuck you, Killian” under his breath, and they had to redo the entire scene from how hard they were all laughing. Okay, maybe not Liam. Apparently, Killian has annoyed Liam with baseball puns ever since he got this job.

She can respect that. She doesn’t have any siblings, but from what she can tell, they are incredibly close. Like their own little team.

Eventually she is allowed to be released from the torment of their little promo video, and she and Killian make their way to the box their seats are in. She’d rather be near the field, but is she really going to complain about watching game five or the World Series from a team suite?

Hell no.

She is going to complain, though, when the kiss cam finds she and Killian after the top of the second inning after showing the video they made earlier today on the jumbotron, and she already knows this was all Liam Jones’s doing. Maybe there will be a murder that’s not on the field.

“You don’t have to kiss me, love.”

She smiles before leaning over and pecking him on the lips as chastely as possible. She has a feeling this won’t be the last time the kiss cam finds them, so they might as well start off slow.

She doesn’t really want to start off slow.

“I mean, this is kind of like our second date, right? I obviously like you, even if my feelings on your brother are wavering.”

He laughs before nodding, and when his fingers intertwine with hers later, she doesn’t mind at all.

The kiss cam continues to find them throughout the rest of the game. No one has scored in three innings, so when she and Killian aren’t watching the game, they’re getting to know each other a little more. If you’re going to travel across the country with someone, you might as well get to know them. And she’s glad that the man she’s getting to know is Killian because he seems like a good man, nice and funny and like he won’t throw her screwball after screwball when she’s expecting a simple pitch straight down the line.

When the Sox win, she and Killian both go ballistic, jumping up and down and hugging everyone around them until Killian cups her face and kisses her like it was the two of them who actually played the game. If she’s on the jumbotron again, she doesn’t care. His lips are soft against hers, and her heart is so loud in her chest that she can’t hear anything else except for the groan that emanates from the back of Killian’s throat that she thinks she’ll remember for the rest of her life. Probably more than she’ll remember witnessing the Sox winning the Series, and that’s a pretty big deal.

This kiss seems like a pretty big deal, too.

“I hope you’re good at catching because I’m starting to fall for you.”

“How long have you had that one prepared?”

“About a day and a half, love.”

So Emma thought she’d always be someone who had bad dates, someone who never got to have that really good one that she remembered for the rest of her life. And then she had another horrible one which transformed into a great one that she and the internet will remember forever. And that great date turned into a year and three months of even better dates. Nothing ever topped getting to see the Sox win the series in terms of excitement, but when you love someone like she loves Killian, things like grand gestures don’t always matter. Every dinner date, whether that be out at a restaurant or in one of their apartments, is wonderful because they get to be together. She enjoys doing simple things like going to the movies, walking around the commons, exploring Boston and the surrounding areas, a yes, going to a few baseball games here and there. It’s not that things are perfect and that she and Killian don’t fight. They do. But they work through those things so that they can be better.

She’s happy, and Killian’s happy. That’s all that really matters to her.

Okay, so why Killian has her blindfolded and is walking her somewhere matters to her, too.

“Babe, where are we?”

“It’s a surprise, darling. We’ve been over this.”

“I know, but I don’t like being in the dark. Literally.”

He laughs, and she can feel him kiss her hair before moving to kiss her temple, his lips soft against her skin.

“Just a few more steps, okay?”

She’s got no clue where they are, but she knows the moment they go from being inside to walking out into the bitter chill of a Boston winter, the air nipping at her uncovered nose as Killian leads her to wherever they’re going. The ground stays solid until the feeling of grass is underneath her boots, but that doesn’t help her know where they are. Then, all of the sudden, Killian stops moving them and moves to stand behind her, his body heat invading her as his right hand finds purchase on her hip while his left hand takes off her blindfold while he rests his chin on her shoulder.

She’s in…they’re in Fenway park. A very empty Fenway park to be specific, standing on the pitcher’s mound, and Killian’s grabbing onto her left hand and pointing her arm just over one of the dugouts…where they met.

Oh. Ohhhh. Oh wow. This is…this is about to be a big moment, isn’t it? Her heartbeat starts pounding in her chest, the pace so rapid that she thinks Killian must be able to hear it, let alone feel it, and can she say yes right now? That’s what’s happening, right? Killian is about to propose. Why else would he get them alone on the field in the evening in the middle of January?

“So you see those seats right there, love?”

“I do. They look oddly familiar.”

“They do. You see, I met a girl in those seats, a girl who was on a horrible date. Not with me, of course.”

She chuckles under her breath, and she’s surprised she can even speak right now. “Of course not.”

“And this lovely lass spent an entire game with me, and near the end of it, she gave me the best bloody kiss of my life.”

“The best, huh?”

“Well, we’ve had some better ones since then, but I’ll remember that one forever.”

“Forever?”

“Aye, it’s on the internet, you see, and the internet is forever.” He kisses her cheek, his lips soft and warm in comparison to the hardness of the bristles of his scruff and the iciness of the air. “You know what else is forever?”

“Tattoos that you get when in college and are too scared to remove?”

“Not what I was going for, but that’s true in case of you and your buttercup.”

“What were you going for then?”

She knows, but he’s obviously planned this thing out. Who is she to do anything but play along? Killian releases her waist and her arm before turning her and getting down on one knee, a bright smile on his face even if his hand shakes a bit when he reaches into his jacket, a small black box emerging with his hand.

“I was going for marriage, specifically between you and me. So what do you say, Emma Swan? Will you marry me?”

She doesn’t even hesitate. “Yes.”

He doesn’t get a chance to slide the ring onto her finger before she’s pulling him off the ground and slamming her lips into his and wrapping her arms around his neck. Killian almost immediately moves to pick her up, allowing her to jump into his arms and wraps her legs around his waist, the ring box digging into her ass. It’s so much like their first kiss, but this is better. So much better.

“I love you so damn much, Killian.”

“I love you even more, Emma.”

“You just have to one up me, don’t you?”

He almost drops her then, a small scream emanating from her lips until he gently places her on the ground, letting go of her so that he can finally slide the ring on her finger…sliding it home.

That’s a baseball pun she’s okay with.  

“Well, I’ve got to make sure I’m never one of your bad date stories.”

“You won’t be.”

It’s only later that she realizes that Killian proposed to her with a diamond inside of a baseball diamond.

She’s okay with that, too.

And that’s a ball game.

[moon-baby95]

NR Drabble - The Coffee Date

College Fuckboy!AU: Jungkook X Reader 

Length: 3.5K

Genre: fluff/smut/angst/___’s friend likes to slutshame Jungkook & Jungkook is just an ass

Summary: Jungkook goes on a double coffee date as a favor for ___

Note: this is a drabble for my fic New Rules which you can read here (X), it’s not required to understand this but it’ll give you some context. Thank you all so much for you kind words regarding NR <3. This is unedited.

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Tender fingers carded through the soft tendrils of Jungkook’s hair in an obvious attempt to butter him up. Rays of evening light filtered through the trees and painted Jungkook’s face in pretty shades of orange. His eyes were closed, soft lips slightly parted and quiet breaths fanned onto ___’s wrist as she continued with her ulterior intentions. “Please?”

“Baby, I said no.” Jungkook’s head turned further into ___’s lap, hiding his face in an attempt to block out the offending sun.

“I’m only asking you to come with this one time. I can’t sit there with her and Park Jimin and watch them be cozy and cute by myself again.” A pout found itself onto her lips and while Jungkook couldn’t see it he knew it was there.

“Eunha hates me.”

“She doesn’t hate you she just-“ ___ bit her cheek in thought, “she has doubts.”

Jungkook scoffed, “she hates me.”

___’s fingers fell from Jungkook’s hair. Her gaze shifted over to the greasy cardboard box lying next to her on the grass. Lips pursed in thought, she grabbed for a slice of pizza and took a bite. “What if I suck your dick while you play video games?”

“Deal.”

--

The boisterous attempts at getting Jungkook’s full attention through the shout in his headset were futile. His aim was off, he kept getting killed, and on more than one occasion he forgot he was playing altogether.

His teammates were not impressed. Jungkook is usually their star player, racking up kill after kill and bringing them into their checkpoint and to victory.

But this afternoon he was off. And despite the yells from Taehyung into his ears he couldn’t bring himself to care all too much that he had been killed once again.

Instead he opted to let his head fall back against the couch, a hand leaving his controller to fist in ___’s hair. “Fuck, baby.” Half lidded and lust blown eyes peered down between his legs and the sight had him letting out a deep groan.

___ sat nestled in the space between Jungkook’s spread knees, her feet tucked under her butt. Her eyes were closed and usually Jungkook would scold her because he liked when she looked at him, but he couldn’t get the words to come out when she bottomed out and his cock went down her throat and her nose nuzzled against his pubic bone.

“Shit.” His head fell back against the couch once more and the clenching in his stomach came way too soon. Jungkook didn’t even have time to warn her before he was cumming. Warm liquid flowed into ___’s mouth and she moaned at the sensation.

She kept her mouth on him until Jungkook was pulling at her hair to let go.

“Open your mouth” Jungkook sat up, his thumb and forefinger grabbing her chin and he smiled when she complied and he saw she swallowed every drop. “Good girl.”

The scream of “Jeon Jungkook! What the fuck are you doing?” Had him dropping ___’s chin and unmuting his mic.

“Jesus fuck you guys are useless.” His focus was back on the game until ___’s small fingers were grabbing his length and slipping him back into his sweats. “Thanks, baby.”

“You’re welcome, honey.” Came Taehyung’s reply.

“Fuck off I wasn’t talking to you.” Jungkook’s fingers moved across the buttons, trying to get his team caught up.

“Were you talking to your girlfriend?” The last word came out of Taehyung’s mouth in a song, the syllables stretched out and Jungkook could just see Tae’s eyebrows wiggling.

“Is ___ there?” The question was from Yugyeom, they met in their freshman lit class and ended up in game together.

“Yeah.” Jungkook’s reply was short, his eyes too busy taking up his brain power by zooming around his screen.

“Is that why you played like shit?” Yugyeom’s scoff was cut short by Taehyung’s exclamation of, “Oh god were you having sex?”

“No.” The smug tone of Jungkook’s voice said otherwise. “I was getting my dick sucked.”

--

“We’re going to be late.” ___ was breathless, her back pressed against the wall and Jungkook’s hand in her jeans.

“It won’t take long, baby.” He promised, mouth covering her own as skilled fingers worked themselves against her heat.

___’s eyes closed and her head thumped back against the wall. “Jungkook you promised-” a loud moan cut the rest of her sentence off as he slid two fingers into her.

Bottom lip caught between his teeth, Jungkook groaned at the feeling of her warmth and his dick twitched in recognition. It happened every time he got his hands on her, like his dick had a homing device and it wouldn’t shut off until he was buried deep inside her.

Sharp nails digging into his forearm had his gaze focusing back in on ___. Her head was tilted back against the wall, mouth hung open as pretty moans and curses left her lips. Half lidded eyes watched intently at his arm disappearing into her pants as his wrist flexed and unflexed with the movement of his fingers. Deliberately, Jungkook curled his fingers in a way he knew would leave her crying out, her hand on his arm gripping him tighter only to spur him on.

“You like that, baby?” ___ didn’t have to look at him to know he was smirking, she could hear it in his voice. Her reply died on her tongue when Jungkook ground his palm against her clit, the unexpected friction had her cumming against his hand.

Knees giving out, ___ started to slide down the wall, but Jungkook was quick to wrap his free arm around her, holding her close. “That’s it, baby.” Jungkook purred into her hair. “Good girl.” He laid a kiss on the top of her head, sliding his fingers from her pants and into his mouth, moaning at the taste of her.

Regaining her composure, ___ stepped away from him, eyes glancing at the clock on the stove. She straightened out her shirt, adjusting the ribbons on the off the shoulder sleeves. “Jungkook we really have to leave.”

“I’m not done with you yet.” His tone was playful, arms wrapped around her waist from behind and the innocence in the kiss he left on her shoulder was tainted with his dick poking into her backside.

“Jungkook…” ___ dragged out the syllables of his name, ending in a pout and a whine. He knew if he looked up from planting kisses against her skin her eyes would be round and wide and glassy.

“I just made you cum in your pants.” His mouth halted on its quest to cover the entirety of her exposed skin in kisses to bite lightly on her shoulder. “At least return the favor.”

“I made you cum this morning, remember?”

“God, yes.” Jungkook smiled as his nose ran along the expanse of her neck, dick straining at the memory of her taking him in her mouth as he waited for his game to start. “It’s a little hazy though, you might have to remind me exactly how it went.”   

“Jungkook.” ___ twisted around in his arms, her hands coming up to fiddle with the collar of the black button up he’d left open over a t shirt of the same color. “You promised me.”

His eyes met hers and damn it he was right. Big and round and shiny, she gazed at him with such a softness that he knew he was gone the second she turned around. Nevermind the inviting pout of her lips, her eyes alone would have him cutting his dick off if she asked him to.

“Okay, okay. You’re right.” He told himself he gave in so easily because he made a promise to her and he wanted to be a man of his word, not because he was so fucking whipped he’d move the sun for her. Deep down he knew it was a mixture of both.

Dropping his arms from around her, Jungkook let ___ lead the way out of his apartment. He adjusted himself in his jeans, willing himself not to watch the sway of her hips as she walked in front of him and led him to his doom.

--

“Maybe they won’t show up.” Jungkook’s voice was a little too hopeful as he bit on the straw of his iced coffee.

They’d arrived at the coffee shop twenty minutes ago and Eunha and Park Jimin were nowhere to be seen. The glare ___ sent in his direction was enough to shut him up, choosing instead to lean over the railing of the balcony they were sat on.

___ couldn’t help but admire Jungkook. She’d found herself doing it more and more lately as their relationship progressed and she didn’t want to stop and think about what that meant for her heart. Instead, she chose to focus on the way his eyes watched a squirrel steal food from a bird feeder. It was times like these that were her second favorite. They reminded her so much of the gentle mornings she shares with him that she cherishes so much.

Her eyes traced over his features, from the scar on his cheek and the defined line of his jaw to the way his fingers gripped his coffee. “Maybe I wouldn’t mind if they didn’t show up.”

The words had Jungkook’s head turning in her direction, a huge grin on his face. “You just want me all to yourself.” ___’s cheeks turned pink and a stuttered protest died on her lips when he added, “I know you were staring at me.”

“God you’re so cocky.” With a roll of her eyes ___ turned back to her own drink, taking a sip before continuing. “You’re not even that hot. Taehyung is hotter.”

Jungkook laughed, reaching a hand over and threading a loose piece of hair behind ___’s ear. “Tae couldn’t fuck you the way I do though, could he?”

“Sorry we’re so late!” Eunha’s voice brought the sinful thoughts out of ___’s head and both she and Jungkook turned to look at the source.

Eunha stood at the threshold of the balcony. She had a coffee in one hand and Park Jimin’s in the other. His hair was back to that silvery grey that Eunha swore made him look like a prince. She wasn’t wrong. Especially with the way he had it styled up off of his face and the first two buttons of his white shirt open.

___ scooted her chair closer to Jungkook, making room across the table for the couple to sit down. Eunha scooted happily to her seat, her short bob bounced as she did so.

“We got a little...distracted while getting ready.” Eunha’s words did not fall on deaf ears and neither did the knowing glance and giggles she shared with Jimin.

“Sorry, guys.” Despite the sheepish shrug of his shoulder, Jimin’s wide smile didn’t appear to be sorry at all.

“See, baby? I totally had time to fuck you.” Jungkook was met with a sharp kick to the shin under the table.

“Jungkook.” Eunha’s acknowledgement was curt, her head nodding in his direction.

“Eunha.” ___ squeezed Jungkook’s thigh under the table and sent a look to her friend across the table, both of which were a warning of “be nice”.

“___, how have you been?” Jimin’s sweet voice called her attention and she gladly tuned to him, falling into an easy conversation.

The majority of the date went smoothly, Jungkook and Eunha ignored each other the entire time they ate. He and Jimin got along pretty well and it made ___ hopeful that in the future there would be little hostility between the group and they could go out in public without having to bribe each other to actually show up.

The tense peaceful air exploded when Jimin asked them if they’d had plans for the weekend.

“Kappa is throwing a party this weekend and everyone is saying whoever wins Friday’s football game is going to have a really good time.” Eunha took a sip of her drink before looking at Jungkook. “But you’d know all about that.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Jungkook folded his arms across his chest, his mouth setting into a hard line.

“Jungkook-” ___’s hand dropped from her fork and it fell back onto her plate splattering pasta sauce onto the table. She reached out and grabbed Jungkook’s bicep, squeezing in an effort to get him to look at her.

“Maybe you should keep it in your pants once in a while.” Eunha’s head tilted to the side, a humorless grin stretched on her face.

“Eunha!” ___’s head turned from her boyfriend to her best friend, eyes wide and begging for her to just shut the fuck up.

“No let her talk.” Jungkook’s tongue ran the length of the inside of his cheek, annoyance clearly written on his face as he leaned back in his chair.

“I’m just saying, you’ve spent so much time sleeping around you’d have some first hand experience with how fun Kappa parties can be.” She shrugged her shoulders, reaching over onto Jimin’s plate and pulling off part of his doughnut to stick into her mouth.

“Maybe if you spent a little more time sleeping around you wouldn’t have been on a 3 year dry spell chasing after the same guy who finally decided to give you the time of day.” ___’s head was back at Jungkook, her eyes pleading for him to stop talking but he ignored her in his peripheral vision.

“Maybe if you thought with your head instead of your dick you would have realized how much you were hurting ___.”

“Maybe if you thought with your pussy once in a while you wouldn’t be such an uptight-”

“That is enough.” ___’s voice had everyone’s eyes on her. She sat in her chair, fingers still gripping into Jungkook’s arm and it was only now that he registered the sharp pinch of her nails digging into his skin with how hard she was holding him. “For me. You two couldn’t even be civil for one afternoon for me.”

“Baby-” Jungkook pulled her vice grip from his bicep, cradling her hand in his own.

“No!” She tore her hand from his, standing up from the table.

“___, I’m sorry…” Eunha trailed off, her eyes wide as she looked at her best friend.

“No.” It was calmer this time, composed. And Jungkook wasn’t sure he liked it. “Eunha...Jungkook has been faithful to me ever since Taehyung’s party. I’ve told you so many times...we weren’t dating before...he could fuck whoever he wanted. If you’d stop being so damn stubborn and give him a chance you’d see he’s not a bad guy.” Eunha sat hot in her seat, her cheeks tinted pink and her head hung in shame as she took in ___’s words.

“And you,” ___ turned to glare at her boyfriend, effectively wiping the cocky smirk off of his face that formed during Eunha’s scolding. “You know she’s my best friend. You know how she feels about you. You couldn’t just try and bite your tongue for one afternoon?” The end of her sentence was cracked, tears pooling in her eyes out of frustration and Jungkook instinctively reached out to her.

“Don’t touch me.” ___ took a step back, looking between the two of them with watery eyes and an angry stare. “You’re both important to me, and Jungkook the fact that I had to bribe you to even come with me today shows how little that means to you. I just want you to get along.”

Jungkook’s head hung low, the loose thread on his jeans suddenly became really interesting as he bit the inside of his cheek. Guilt traveled up his spine and he felt like an ass.

___ grabbed her purse hanging off the back of her chair. “Jimin, I’m sorry. I really thought they could hold it together for one fucking day.” She wiped angrily at her eyes and shook her head at Jimin’s small “It’s okay, ___.”

Looking back between the two one more time, ___ shook her head and walked away, ignoring the calls for her as she did so.

--

The knocks at the front door fell on deaf ears. Jungkook groaned in annoyance and let his head fall against the wood of the frame. “She’s ignoring us. She’s never been this mad at me before..”

“No, she’s asleep. She’s not mad. She’s hurt.” Eunha pushed him aside, and he was surprised by how strong she was in her small stature. Delicate fingers ventured into her purse and she pulled out a key, making quick work of the lock and twisting the knob open.

Jungkook pouted, ___ hadn’t given him a spare key. He stood in the doorway sulking for a few moments before Eunha grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him into the dark apartment. “I live here, idiot.”

It took a few moments for blinking eyes to adjust to the lack of light. The only source of it being the soft glow of the tv and as Jungkook walked over to turn it off he noticed ___’s cozy visage.

The duvet from her bed was wrapped around her body, pulled all the way up to her chin. Jungkook sat down on the coffee table, warm fingers reached to brush the hair from her face and he felt his heart squeeze. She always looked so peaceful when she was sleeping. Every time he woke up with her head on his chest he got the overwhelming urge to wrap her up and protect her from the world.

___ stirred under the soft touches of Jungkook, his digits threading through her hair and rubbing at her scalp. She blinked a few times, squinting her eyes up at him, “Kookie?”

“Yeah, baby, it’s me.” Palm moving to cup her face, his thumb ran over the apple of her cheek. “Did you sleep well?”

She mumbled in response, her eyes closing once more at the soothing motions of the pad of his thumb on her skin. “How’d you get in? Did I forget to lock the door?”

“I let him in.” Eunha’s statement had ___ opening her eyes once more, brow furrowed as her sleep filled mind tried to piece everything together. She blinked at Eunha a few times, before a look of recognition dawned on her face and she sat bolt upright. Arms crossed over her chest she glared at the pair of them. “What are you doing here?”

“We talked after you left. Jungkook made it really clear how much you mean to him and I...I’m sorry. I should have listened to you when you told me that he was being good to you and I didn’t.” Eunha’s words were rushed, like she wanted to get them out before they left her head.

“And I’m sorry for not trying harder to play nice. We both care about you, baby. We just want what’s best for you.” Jungkook reached out from his perch on the coffee table, squeezing ___’s knee. “I’m sorry for being such an ass.”

___ looked at the pair of them, both staring at her with the worst puppy dog eyes she’s ever seen. “I just wanted you to try and get along.”

“We know. And we will. Promise.” Eunha stepped forward, sitting next to Jungkook on the table. “I love you.” She sang, and ___ couldn’t help but giggle and pull her into a hug.

“You guys drive me nuts.” She said into Eunha’s shoulder, a smile on her face.

“That’s my job.” Eunha let her go and stood up. “I’m going to bed, take care of this one, he’s been whining like a puppy ever since you yelled at him.” She jerked her head in Jungkook’s direction before giggling and stalking off to her bedroom.

“Goodnight.” ___ watched her figure disappear around the corner and turned to her boyfriend, who was awkwardly fiddling with his hands. “Jungkookie~” His head snapped up at the call of his name. “Come here.”

He smiled and dove for her open arms, his own circling her waist and pulling her up from the couch. She giggled and let him lift her into his embrace, her legs wrapped around his waist and head thrown back in laughter.

Jungkook looked up at her, his eyes shining and a smile so wide his little dimples popped out. “Why don’t you tell me again how you made me cum this morning?”

“Oh my god I hate you.” It was said without malice and through an enthusiastic laugh. ___ bent her head down to slot her lips against Jungkook’s, sighing at the familiar feeling of the softness of his mouth. “Take me to bed and maybe I will.”

Jungkook bit down onto her bottom lip. A sly grin peeked onto his lips as he laid a hard slap on ___’s ass that had her gasping and burying her head into his shoulder. With her legs still wrapped around him, he carried her to bed. “I hope your nap was useful.” His voice was husky in her ear, “you’re not going to get much sleep tonight.”  

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Why my sister has a hard time trusting boys.

Before anyone even says anything, the names have been changed for obvious reasons, and my sister was the one that wanted me to write about this. 

I’ll start by saying my sister has always been one of those girls who are in love with the idea of love. I’m not saying that’s a bad thing-- I personally it makes her take on reality refreshing from my constant doom and gloom-- however, it opens her up for more heartbreak than the rest of us. 

She had her heart broken before this particular time before, but those times don’t compare to this one. 

It all started the summer before her senior year of high school. Our parents went on a two-week vacation alone to Maui to celebrate their 30th anniversary and left my sister and I home alone as we are both pretty responsible and sensible. I spent a majority of those two-weeks at work but when I didn’t work my sister would invite her best friend, let’s call her Ava, to our house and the three of us would watch movies and paint each other's nails and gossip and all that other cliche sleepover stuff. About a week after they left, Ava texted my sister and asked her if she wanted to come with her to a party.

Now before I get any further into the story, here are some things you should know:

1. My sister doesn’t drink. It’s not that she’s against it or anything, she just prefers not to, so she’s usually the driver when her friends leave. (She told me she enjoys this because it gives her a sense of peace knowing they’re all safe.)

2. Her friend, Ava, moved into a different school district Junior year so she goes to a different school, so the party was for a school my sister didn’t go to and therefore didn’t know many people there.

3. She was already pretty vulnerable because she was fired a few days before my parents left and was pretty upset about it because she loved that job and there was no apparent reason for letting her go.

So that night Ava came over and they got ready and they left, telling me they’d be home around 1 or so. So I got worried when I woke up at 2:30 and they still were not back. They came back a few minutes after I woke up and I could instantly sense something different about my sister. She could not stop smiling when she walked through the door and the next morning she was singing love songs in the shower. I already kinda knew what was up, being her sister and all, but I let her be until she felt ready to tell me. It was later that evening her other friend, let’s call her Beth, came over and we all went out to eat, and my sister decided to tell us.

They had gotten to the party and Ava had instantly disappeared so my sister was hanging out with this one other girl she knew for awhile. When she finally found Ava, she dragged her to the kitchen where a smaller group of people were talking and passing drinks around. She declined a drink and this boy across from her did as well, so they were the only two not drinking. As the night continued the boy, let’s call him Luke, approached her and asked her why she didn’t drink, and eventually they just began conversing, finding out they shared a very similar music taste, both loved Italian food, etc. Eventually, the party died down and Luke said that he had plans with his friend Brian (?) to go get pancakes at this 24-hour dinner. (I was convinced this was a line but she is still in denial about that part.) Ava and Brian weren’t super drunk so the four of them went and Luke asked my sister for her snapchat. 

About a minute after my sister pulled out of the parking lot he snap-chatted her and they apparently talked for quite some time after she got home. I told her to be careful, and she assured me she knew it was most likely just a friendship and she wasn’t going to get too emotionally involved or anything.

Now, this Luke character sent my sister snaps constantly and he was fuckin’ smooth. He kept suggesting he wanted to hang out again, and example being they started a conversation about some sort of record my sister got (it was a vintage one she scored at this rad record store) and he was like, ‘we should go check it out together’ (meaning the store) or he’d say ‘I’m craving Italian, we should go soon’ and he’d basically just amp her up. Which wasn’t a problem at first, it just made her believe he was genuinely interested. 

So as the week went on, he kept making plans to hang out again, but the first time he canceled last minute, claiming he was called into work, and the second time he said that he had to drive his sister to volleyball camp across town and wait for her to get out, and the third time he gave no explanation. But regardless they still were sending one another snapchats daily. 

My parents eventually came back and they still had not hung out since the party, and Luke began taking longer and longer to respond to my sister. She reassured me he was just busy with work and wasn’t ‘one of those people who is constantly on their phone’. The usually selfie ‘streak’ pictures turned into pictures of his bedroom wall or a blank screen, and my sister began to forget about him. 

Suddenly, she gets a snap from him asking if she wants to go see a movie with him, something ‘casual’ is the way he put it. So she ‘casually’ said yes, began screaming her head off and had me help her pick out her outfit. He claimed he wouldn’t be able to pick her up so they met at the movie and he did the whole ‘arm stretch around the shoulders’ thing and they shared a large bucket of popcorn and he kept leaning over towards her and whispering things about the movie in her ear. When she got home she instantly pulled me into her room and told me all about it, and he, again, instantly started to snapchat her. I told her repeatedly: “Be careful you don’t get hurt” and she assured me it was just casual. 

They were constantly talking that entire week, moving from snapchat to messaging. He invited her to lunch a few days after they went to the movies, but when my sister told him she couldn't go he literally replied ‘k’ and did the thing where he gradually stopped replying, eventually leaving her on read for a majority of the time. Once again, she began to forget about him. 

A week and a half went by and he texted her, asking her if she heard about this party that was going to be happening that upcoming Saturday. My sister said that she was planning on going with Ava and Beth, and he asked her if she would want to go with him. She obviously said yes and he seemed so excited, replying (and I quote) “I’m so glad we get to see each other again! I’ve missed hanging out with you and I’m extremely excited,” He then began to text her as Saturday approached such as: “Can’t wait for Saturday!” or “Super excited to see you this weekend” (with one of those damn blushing smile emoji’s). About a day or two before the party, he says he won’t be able to pick her up (again) and asks if she can meet him there. 

Saturday rolls around and she hasn’t heard from him, but regardless Beth and Ava come over, she’s extremely excited. Like, I don’t think she has ever been as excited as she was that night. Ever. She had bought a new top and I helped her do her makeup and the three of them left.

They get there, and he texts her saying he’s a bit behind schedule and he’ll be kinda late. She brushes it off. She gets another text saying he’ll be there in ten minutes. Ten minutes goes by, then twenty, then thirty. She sends him a “are you still coming” text.

Luke responds saying, (and again I quote): “I’m so so sorry I forgot to text you, there was a family emergency with my grandma and I can’t make it,” My sister, being the caring person she is, responds telling Luke she understands, says she hoped his grandma is okay, and says that if he needs anything to text him. 

So my sister is sitting with one of her ex’s (not a great one by the way that we’ll call Matt) and Beth, Ava, and her friend ‘Jake’. So she explains it to them and then she’s scrolling through snapchat and she see’s that Luke updated his story. 

Curious, she looks at it. And I kid you not this ‘Luke’ is at another party with another fuckin’ girl. There’s a video of them dancing filmed by someone else, I’m assuming one of his friends, there’s a video of her in the passenger seat of his car, there’s selfies of them with snapchat filters and then, this one makes me so upset, there’s a video of them at the same 24-hour dinner he took my sister to. 

And at this point my sister is pretty much broken because HE STRAIGHT UP LIED TO HER. AND THIS ISN’T EVEN THE END. She decides not to confront him and she just ignores all his texts and snapchats, breaks their streak, just is super upset and pissed. He keeps texting her, seeing she saw his story, saying shit like: 

It’s not what you think, she’s one of my childhood friends

I really like you, I just didn’t want to ruin the party because I was upset

How can I make it up to you

If you don’t believe me you can ask her

And my sister eventually responds, saying she’s upset and he “swears he’ll make it up to her” so they decide to meet at this coffee place and he starts spewing this web of bullshit, first off guilting her by saying his grandmother had a heart attack and he “couldn’t bear to be in the hospital waiting for results” so his ‘childhood friend’ convinced him to get his mind off of it long after he had bailed on my sister.  

This Luke kid is claiming he really likes my sister, telling her he wants to make it work, and that he regrets everything. And my sister is a saint, she is getting emotionally attached to him even though she won’t admit it, her friends are saying she should go for it, she she FORGIVES THE GUY! 

After coffee they go for a walk and they apparently talked about ‘deeper things’ whatever the fuck that means my sister wouldn't tell me, and at this point he has my sister hooked. 

They begin the same cycle of avidly texting again around the time school starts. Like, it’s to the point where they’re texting up until 1-2 in the morning. They hadn’t hung out since coffee and it was around October when he completely stopped texting my sister completely out of the blue. She was pretty upset about it too. 

When we got home from school she’d retreat to her room and only come out to get food, shower, or use the toilet. I tried to talk to her but she simply wouldn’t respond, and she didn’t explain anything to Ava or Beth. Her birthday came up on November 5th and she was a bit better, but I know she constantly was thinking of him. He sent her a happy birthday text, but that was the last thing he said.

Two days after her birthday I got a text from Ava, saying Luke had recently started dating this girl ‘Jessica’. We eventually found out he been talking to both Jessica and my sister at the same time, and the periods where he wouldn’t respond was because he was hanging out with Jessica. The girl in the snapchat story was Jessica. 

There was no grandmother that had a heart attack. Luke was simply hanging out with both my sister and this Jessica girl to, get this, figure out which one he’d rather date. And he chose Jessica. He also spread rumors around his school (Ava’s school) about hooking up with my sister (which never happened) calling her a slut, an emotional wreck, clingy, and ‘easy’.

I bring this up now because he recently broke it off with Jessica and has started to try and contact to my sister once again. I have explained why that is a stupid idea to her, and she has blocked him, but because of this she has had trouble with trust, especially with boys. 

She is now at college and has met a boy (whom is perfect for her) who we’ll call Todd. I explained what happened to Todd and he completely understands and is trying to gain my sisters trust, but it’s been challenging. 

She really fell for Luke. He abused the fact that my sister was optimistic, a romantic, and excited to get to know more about him. She no longer believes in love. She’s gained my doom and gloom perspective and I’ve tried to don her past ‘happy self’. 

It made my world a little darker knowing someone can have that much power over someone else’s happiness.