#i’m reading ‘straight on till morning’ again and it’s causing me to be in a very wendy mood

[fandom-fae]

older!wendy darling bc why not uwu

the idea is her seeing peter pan again for some reason a few years after her adventure in neverland uwu

[badbatcher-99]

✨Okay, it’s theory time✨

As usual spoilers below👇👇👇

So this weeks episode is called “Into the Breach” and my first thought reading this was “okay so the boys are going INTO something? Raiding? Storming? Into Tantis?” But I had take a step back and rethink. Tantis is heavily guarded, going into the base stealthily is NOT a BREACH! A breach is an opening, it can be something that was once sealed, guarded, or fortified. A dam can be breached by nature, a fort or blockade can be breached by opposing forces. So the question is: What is being breached and why?

In the last episode Rampart says:

Nobody knows the coordinates to Tantiss. It was designed that way. But I might know how to get around that.

It’s interesting that Tantiss doesn’t have coordinates, I’d almost assume that maybe it wasn’t a planet… but that’s clearly wrong haha

Anyway… if Tantiss doesn’t have coordinates then there must be someway to get to it. I think it’s some Peter Pan goofy “second star to the right and straight on till morning” directions ya know what I mean. Like what has the empire done to make sure Tantis is hidden and can’t be found by anyone else?

I do find the use of “designed” interesting, as if Tantiss was built from nothing. Now this could just be referring to the base itself and not the planet. Cause the labs weren’t in those mountains from the start haha. But to be able to make a planet disappear into thin air, to be undiscovered is pretty hard to fathom.

Back to the “second star to the right” quote, what exactly is the middle point between everywhere else in the galaxy … and THIS planet. What is stopping people from randomly finding it, what has the empire put in place to make sure it never gets found? Whatever that middle point is, is what our boys are going to have to get through. I don’t know if that is necessarily the breach though. Anyway… I’m wondering if maybe there is a special machine that is able to light speed ships to Tantiss. For whatever reason, this planet has been hidden from maps for a while, I don’t know if this was palps doing during the republic but for a planet to just not have coordinates is ridiculous. ANYWAY!!! Let’s look at these two pictures from the trailer:

We find Hunter and crosshair inside a ship being little tics. For some reason they stuck to this ship and have detached from it. I’m thinking that with ramparts info, the batch are able to somehow leech onto this ship and GET to Tantis. (If this is true it kind of puts a nail into my theory that echo and the rebellion are going to show up in the finale but I actually have a theory on how to get that nail out. ) so somehow they are able to do this stealthily (but it’s obvious they get caught somehow) anyway this is their way into Tantis I’m sure of it. Now whether or not this is an enemy ship they are attached to is up to debate. For all we know the larger ship may belong to Rex and the rebellion 🤷‍♀️.

As to answer what’s being breached… Im just gunna take a guess and say that the breach is both about getting past the midway point and breaking into Tantis.

I’m just now realizing how much stuff that needs to happen within the next three episodes! I don’t know if we will see rampart again, we may just jump straight to the boys executing their breach plan idk. There’s that part in the trailer where someone says “abort the mission” and Hunter says “negative” and it’s clear that this is before their armor is all black so what?? Is??? Going?? On??????? I actually want to say the next three episodes would be 1 hour long… I could have sworn we saw episode length leaks where a lot of the episodes were 20-30 minutes long but I can no longer find that information anywhere! So if anyone has that info correct me cause I actually believe we might get three 1 hour long episodes, cause this is the list of what needs to be covered:

Omega, emerie and the other children

What’s in the red and black vault? (Will we ever see what’s in here or is there just an assumption that we all know it’s palps clones??? This is a kids show, I think they’d show it???)

CX clones. Will we see the end to the CX clone project? Or will that project be concluded in a possible future show with Rex and echo? And, of course, WHO is CX-2. ( If CX-2 is NOT tech then I think CX-2 is just a nameless reflection of crosshairs trauma/past that he needs to overcome but that’s for another day.)

And if CX-2 is tech then we gotta unload that a little bit haha

How will Hunter wrecker and crosshair get to Tantiss?

And after they get onto Tantiss how do they get into the base and get to omega

How do they defeat Hemlock? Cause it certainly looks like the cloning of palpatine fails from what we see in the sequel trilogy. Hemlock has gotta go.

And once they even get to omega what happens then? How do they escape?

What happens to emerie, the children, nala se, scorch and the other clones.

Will we ever see Phee and batcher and the people of pabu? (I actually think we will see them all at the end of finale)

If this is the end of the clone rebellion then will we ever see wolffe or Cody?

I’m sure this list can go on and on. But I think a lot of this info for the side characters can be answered with a very quick scene or mention which I don’t mind because this isn’t about them it’s about the bad batch, ( which doesn’t mean we shouldn’t get closure about them, we should, but it doesn’t have to be heavily shown ya know ) also some of these questions may be left unanswered because they’ll be answered in a later show, like a clone rebellion show with Rex (that is if this isn’t the defining event for Rex to leave the rebellion 😭 hopefully not)

NOW I have seen a LOT of people afraid that a lot of our questions won’t get answered and to that I just have to say… avatar the last airbender had a 4 part season finale (22 min each) that answered a lot of questions and we were all satisfied with it. Now I know we have three episodes left… but I highly suspect one of them is an hour long which is the equivalent of 2-3 episodes. So we really have like 4-5. I do think a lot of the finale will be on Tantiss but the last 5-10 minutes (just like avatar) is us seeing the gang all happy and living their lives away from the empire!!! Maybe even a time skip (that would actually torture me) where we see older omega and older bad batch. (If that’s true then I’d really like for the last moments for them to hear that the empire has fallen I’d actually cry)

I did come across a speculation that maybe the ending will be ambiguous. That as long as omega is alive to the empire she will always be hunted down. And I can see that playing out but really… if hemlock and nala se die… then who can ever pick up their research??? If hemlock is thrown into the bucket after a huge failure then there is no need for the empire to continue pursuing omega. But I would like to say that in season 1 tech did tell everyone that boba fett went missing after the battle of genosis which could foreshadow that bad batch making it look like they are missing or dead ( huh they were presumed missing at the end of season 1 🤡 wouldn’t it be interesting if hemlocks lab was bombed just like his other labs and kamino??? It seems like the ordinal bombardment has been sneaking around the narrative, will it be ready to strike again??? I don’t think it’s a coincidence that we saw hemlock and tarkins talk… it’s obvious the emperor needs to keep hemlock and his research alive so why would palpatine ever issue an ordinal bombardment on Tantis? Why did we need to hear that hemlocks research was taking so much money??? Hemlock is literally on a tight rope ready to snap. It’s just we have no idea what’s going to make him fall.

This entire show, Rex has been weaving in and out of the narrative as well, I do think he will get a show but I also think in the context of the bad batch and mount Tantis that he will be involved in its destruction as well. That could mean:

The bad batch asking for their help: the rebellion performs a front line assault while the bad batch go around the rear, invade and rescue omega

The bad batch tell the rebellion about Tantis but the bad batch go in alone. But at the last moment the rebellion shows up and helps

They still work together but the bad batch go in alone to both save omega and to sabotage the inside before the rebellion shows up.

I literally can’t see any other way of this show ending where the rebellion doesn’t show up. I’m highly convinced they ARE the Calvary that arrives. I think it would be neat if we get the wolffe reveal here. That he has joined the resistance sometime between his appearance in extraction and the last episode. Like “surprise! I’m here and I brought more of our brothers to the rebellion”

I also don’t really think any of the bad batch members are going to die. Pls don’t attack me with what imma say next 💀 but if tech is really dead then there isn’t a need for any of the other batchers to die too. Cause tech was the “they have to lose at some point and that was it”. (Look I’m like 80% CX-2 is tech and if he isn’t then we are all clowns 🤡 ) Hunter is omegas father and the writers didn’t put so much emphasis on other side characters hinting to Hunter on how to lay low and live a good life outside of being a soldier for him to die. And tech didn’t “die” attempting to save crosshair for him to die either. To top that, crosshair didn’t go through all this healing for him to die too. Wrecker… wrecker just isn’t allowed to die. That’s it.

I’ve gone beyond my speculations for this next episode but I just ARGH I think the next few episodes are going to be dark but I do think there is a light at the end of the tunnel.

Some people point to Michele saying the ending is bittersweet but I think she meant it in a way that for herself the actual show ending is bittersweet. Dee did tell me that I do need to bring a lot of tissues to the finale and the kiners did say they cried writing the music for the finale. Which says nothing to how the show will actually end. We could be crying happy tears for all we know!!!

ANYWAY, if avatar was able to do so much in 1hr and 30 min then I think the bad batch can do a lot in (hopefully) 1 hr and 44 min.

(If the the finale isn’t an hour long then you will NOT be hearing from me)

[mean-scarlet-deceiver]

Fic Snippet: A Final Chat (Traintober Day 28)

For "Day 28: Out of Service" I'd like to offer a scene that teeeechnically I've already published in Autumn Chapter 2.

It got rather overshadowed by the Sudrian Guest Star in Chapter 1 and the Engine Religion Talk in Chapter 3, but this is my personal favorite scene. I think it can be read as a stand-alone even if you are not up to speed with the Coppernob series.

After the day's work is over and a bunch of chatty engines have left, we segue into the quiet reveal.

Barrow Central, October 1919

The passenger tank 70 wasn't on the train, though. No one commented on this. He remained on track one, where Poppet usually lingered by the greenhouse for a final chat. But tonight she made herself scarce.

As shadows began to creep into all the nooks of Barrow Central, 70 and Coppernob watched the cars and the people pass outside the station. There was a definite uptick of activity. People were returning from Sunday dinners with their family... readying themselves for the start of a busy new week.

"Will you have another turn to Coniston in the morning," asked Coppernob quietly, after a while of this street-watching, "or are you to report straight to the Works?"

70 made the indistinct sound that serves engines well for a shrug. "Not to the Works. The big sheds, with the others. Seems they'll have me wait here, till I'm sent for..." Coppernob didn't fill the silence, and at length 70 continued, voice steady and hollow. "It would be wasteful to send me back home. There's not any work for us now, with the summer over, and the Atlantic Tanks settled on the branch lines."

Coppernob still looked ahead. These talks always went better, when you were looking elsewhere…

"You had a good summer," he observed, dispassionate.

"Yes," said 70. His tone was just the same. "I'm glad that our lot had one last summer season, with all that terrible business over."

"Was it the same, as before?"

70 thought it over.

"Not quite, no. I don't think the world will ever be the same. It's... it's as if an innocence was lost, inn'it? Our visitors were happy, at our beautiful lakes... but it was in a different way." He gave a hollow little chortle. "My brother 1 said, when he was sent for, that he was well pleased to give 'all this rubbish' a miss!"

"Hmm."

"Mmm," 70 agreed.

The headlights of a passing car briefly threw 70 into full illumination. A ship bellowed in the distance.

"I don't agree, though." There was the slightest wobble to 70's voice, though he pressed on. An engine till the end. "If there had to be a war, I'm proud to have done my bit, and seen things through to the other side of it. Nobby..."

Coppernob waited.

Here it was. 

"I want to see more, yet." 70's voice was an aching whisper.

"I know."

Coppernob's flat bluntness steadied the younger engine, who sighed with something that at least resembled a self-deprecating laugh. "I don’t mind telling you, Nobby. I’m scared. Not of what's after this week, exactly, but the week itself. I've all sorts of queer feelings jostling around in my boiler... perhaps it will be easier, when I'm sitting cold for a spell. Lady! I — I hope I don't let my lot down."

"1 and 2 went bravely," said Coppernob, without discernible emotion. An observer. A chronicler. "So did your second series."

"I mustn't be the one to shame us," agreed 70.

"You won't," said Coppernob. Still speaking with a disinterested surety, though verging into reminiscence. "You were never one to cause some embarrassing scene. 'Course, you had some mischievous days... I expect during your big rebuild Mr Mason took away all the marks Queen Mab left on you and 73?"

70 finally grinned. Coppernob did look upon him now. 70 looked very young again, a light in his eyes, and this was how Coppernob wished to remember him. "She put a dent in 73's cab, somehow? If the light's just right you can still see it. Gosh! How the old dame did terrorize us for that lark."

"You two were fortunate," said Coppernob, with a sort of mocking severity, "that my brother and I were away at the time, and that you were left to her tender mercies. We were quite disgusted when word reached us."

"Nay," grinned 70. "You and old Crozzer would have bashed us something fiercer, but the sentence would have been shorter. All that summer long, Her Maj made us pay — and pay — and pay." His eyes glinted, and he spoke with an abrupt new mournfulness. "She must be gone now, too."

"Yes," agreed Coppernob, again dispassionate. "'Ninety-five, I've heard. It was her time... she gave fifteen more years of good service to that railway we sold her on to. They even named her. She would have been pleased, to be named properly again."

"Oh, but her new name didn't suit her any better than her number here did. She was always Queen Mab. But how on earth was it, anyhow, that the both of you were away, that summer? Ever since I arrived, one or the other of you was always in residence at the docks."

"Hmm. I was often sent to Whitehaven as tunnel pilot. And Crozzer was banking at Lindal, I believe?"

"Don't be daft. We had the 'Neddies' by then."

Coppernob went on his dignity. Even if one of the young engines was to be cut up at the end of the week, there was no need to call him daft. "A spare engine was needed at Moor Row, with two of theirs in overhaul. The work was considered too heavy for us, so they sent up a Neddie instead, and number Four went to Lindal."

70 looked shrewd. "Oho — too heavy for you? And you took that lying down, did you?"

Coppernob frowned in what certainly felt an austere, saturnine, intimidating sort of way. "I do not know what you are implying."

"I knew you well before you were a glasshouse engine, Nobby! Moor Row's not a far hop from Whitehaven. How long did it take you to skive off over there and try to show 'em up?"

"I did not abandon my post," said Coppernob, with dignity, "until number 100 returned from the workshop."

"'Course."

"It may then be true," Coppernob conceded, "that, after two days working Moor Row, I was compelled to admit that perhaps they'd had a point."

It got 70 to laugh, and so it was worth it. "Two entire days!"

"I'll hear a little less of that from you , my good engine. It turned out those heavy loads on that twisty, hilly, godforsaken little branch were no joke. I am not sure you should have lasted longer."

70 gave a last chuckle. Then, after a few moments' pause, melancholy re-settled over them both. The sun was fully set, now, and the sky outside the circle of station light inky black.

"One Hundred," mused 70. "Old Keekle. Fully sixty years, she had. And I've not seen fifty."

"She had the security of mastering a job few other engines could hack," said Coppernob... knowing where the other engine was going with this. "Sixty years is very rare." 

"But fifty isn't."

"Not on our railway, at least."

"Not on our railway. It was what nearly everyone had. Until Mr Pettigrew..."

"There's no point in thinking this way. You know this."

"Perhaps I do know. But I can't help how I feel. Mr Mason would have kept me on the rails two or three more years. And that's not so much in the scheme of things, I know; I'm sure it's childish of me to make complaint of such a small thing. And I could maybe keep my mouth shut, if it were only that. But, then... it's... I'm not quite worn out yet, not quite. I can sense the use that's left in me. It makes an engine itchy and anxious and... it feels just as though I've left behind work that still needs doing. I know it’s not my fault, and yet I feel a guilty conscience. Like I've cheated our owners."

"Then you go and you slam that feeling deep into a lost mineshaft where it belongs," said Coppernob sternly. "They. cheated. themselves."

He didn't raise his voice, but those final three words were old Coppernob at his fiercest and bitterest.

And at those words 70 was able to let it go. The guilt, at least, was not his load to carry.

[unreadpoppy]

song as old as rhyme - chapter 3

{Beauty and the Beast AU - Raphael x OC (Elize)}

Chapter 2

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Taglist: @littlemoondarling

A/N: I'm so nervous about this chapter but it's here. Also part 4 might take some time cause I have the idea for what to do but I need to write it down, so hang on tight. Anyways, I think we're finally done with the set up!

While it was still nighttime, on the 8th day that Audifax hadn’t returned, Elize ran the streets of her town, heading straight to Mr.Antoine’s home. She knew this wasn’t appropriate but if there was anyone who could help her, it was the old librarian. 

She knocked on his door several times until he finally opened. 

“Mr. Antoine! I’m sorry to wake you but I -” Elize began speaking rapidly, until she was interrupted. 

“Goodness gracious girl, can’t you wait till morning?” He grumbled, eyeing her up and down  and it was then that Elize remembered she was still in her night clothes. 

“I-” 

“Get inside, before you catch a cold” He got out of the way and allowed her to enter his home. 

Although Mr. Antoine was a dwarf, his home was rather large and tall. He once mentioned it was due to his ex-wife being a human as the reason, but he didn’t like talking about that. 

When Elize tried to start talking again, he raised one hand up. “Hold a second, young lady. Go sit down while I make some tea and then you can tell me what’s so urgent.” She nodded her head and did as he told her.

The girl went to the living room and sat on the couch, but she struggled to stay calm. She kept shifting in her seat, crossing and uncrossing legs, and she began to bite her nails. As Elize did that, she looked straight ahead, her eyes focused on the wall, while her mind replayed the nightmares she had had. 

Suddenly, she felt wrinkled hands remove her fingers from her mouth and put a teacup between her hands. She nodded her head, as a thank you. Before she took a sip, Elize blew the cup a bit, just like her parents had taught her to do with hot drinks. 

“Now, tell me, child, what is bothering you?” Mr. Antoine asked, sitting next to her on the couch. 

She took a deep breath and said “Father’s missing.”

“What?” He made a face of disbelief. 

“He told he was going to Baldur’s Gate for some business, and that he’d be back in a week’s time, but it’s been 8 days and nothing, and I had a terrible nightmare and I feel like he’s in danger and-” 

“Breathe, Elize, breathe.” He put a hand on her back, rubbing it up and down. Elize took another sip of the tea. “What did you dream about?”

“My dad, kneeling in front of this man, begging for something, and then he was engulfed in flames and I could hear him scream.”

“What did the man look like?”

Elize closed her eyes, remembering what she saw. “He was sitting on a chair. He looked human, brown eyes and hair, with a few wrinkles on his face and a stubble. He had a smirk on as he talked to father, and he was dresses in fine clothes, like the ones nobles wear ” 

Antoine looked terrified. “Oh no, this is no good news.”

“What do you mean?” Elize put the tea cup down and faced the old man. 

He took both of her hands in his. “Listen carefully. I believe your father might be dealing with a cambion and a powerful one at that.”

“What?”

“This description, it fits the one of a cambion named Raphael. If what you saw in your dreams is true, your father is in serious danger.”

Elize furrowed her brows. She didn’t understand what any of this meant. “But… what even is a cambion?” 

Mr. Antoine let go of her hands and walked away, coming back shortly with a huge book in hands. Elize got up and helped open it on the table. He started flipping through pages until stopping on one with two drawings. One of a human person and the other of a devil. 

“They are the offspring of a devil with a human. Don’t be fooled by their human disguise, they are just as evil as any other fiend.” 

Her eyes skimmed through the pages while Mr. Antoine continued. “If you want to save your father, you’ll have to go to Baldur’s Gate.”

“But I- I’ve never gone outside the village. I don’t even know how to get there!”

Mr. Antoine once again left and came back with a rolled up scroll. He opened it and it showed a map showing the way to the city. “You can use this map to guide yourself and once you get there, you ask the people for directions.” 

Elize’s eyes were blown wide and she was struggling to breath. This whole situation was a nightmare in itself. Dealing with a fiend was bad enough, but the idea of leaving the comfort of her home to unknown lands was even worse. And having to talk with strangers didn’t make it better. 

She began to ask herself if she had done something to upset some god. 

“I…I…” She was speechless. Antoine put a hand on her cheek. 

“I understand this is difficult for you, but you must go, unless your father’s soul is doomed forever.”

“No!” She shouted. “I’ll…I’ll go. I have to.” She gulped. “But I don’t have a horse.”

“I can have that arranged for you.” He rolled up the map again and handed it to her. “Now, go back home, and pack your things. When morning comes, meet me at the gates.” 

Elize nodded her head and got up. She walked towards the door and opened it, the chill night air passing through her. They said their goodbyes and she headed home. 

‘Don’t worry, dad.’ She thought. ‘I’ll get you back home.’ 

…………………………………………………………………………………………….

One week ago. 

A man unknown to the city arrived at a brothel named Sharess Caress. 

When approached by the drow twins who owned the place, he said he had business with a certain Raphael. They led him to a room called ‘Devil’s Den’. The human gulped, as he knew this wasn’t a good sign. 

And still, against his better judgment, he walked in. 

It was a simple deal, really.

“I will give you 10,000 gold pieces for you to go to the gambling house a few streets from here.” Raphael explained. “There, you shall make your own fortune. Double, triple, what I’ve given you and in exchange, seven days from now, you’ll pay me back what I am owed.” He paused. “You are, of course, allowed to keep the rest that you earn.” 

“And what if I fail?” The human asked. 

Raphael made a face of fake concern, while giving him a pouch containing the money. “Don’t be so pessimistic, my friend. You will pay me.” With that, he got closer to the older man, a smirk forming on his face as his eyes darkened. “If it’s with your money or your soul is what is yet to be seen.” He snapped his fingers and disappeared, leaving a smell of sulphur in the air. 

[naivesilver]

Hi there Sereee! Almost free and could be more often around because of that, beware muhahahha. Anyway, I was lurking as usual and saw the sickness prompt awww😢🥺 If you’d be willing I’d love to read your take on either 3 or 8 featuring Marco and baby P or 15 or 25 with Archie and again baby P in it. (Also I loved the Leona and baby P one, got me right in the Pinocchio lore feels😭😭😭) As you can see I am as always craving for family feels. Lots and lots of hugs my dear friend♥️ Jojo

MA CIAO JOJO 💗💗💗 you're almost done with things! I'm so happy for you!!!!!! A bit worried, too, because I don't know what you could have in store for me now, but...let's hope for the best ashfhkaggfhas

Also, as I said, you and Libby are absolutely terrible. You really are that handshake meme sometimes lmao to punish you for your despicable behaviour I will therefore write something for both those men >:(

Hurt/Comfort Prompts

8. “The nightmares are just an illusion. I’m really here.”

It would be easier, perhaps, if Pinocchio's nightmares prompted him to wake up screaming.

Which does not mean that Marco revels in seeing his son in pain. Gods, no. If it were up to him, his boy would only ever have dreamless, peaceful nights, and he does, sometimes, more so than when first he came home. Sometimes he sleeps straight till morning, which is already a blessing in and of itself, compared to how things used to be.

But the nightmares still come, more often than either of them would like, and Marco wishes he could be there when it happens, instead of having to be alert at all times.

Pinocchio doesn't scream, no, and neither does he call for help. He whimpers in his sleep, sometimes, but mostly he just keeps to himself, quiet and still as a mouse, and if his father would be none the wiser without checking up on him regularly. Marco wonders who could have taught a child to act like that, at times, but he fears he already knows the answer, right at the back of his brain, and it makes him angrier than sense would have it.

Still, he keeps watch. Of course. It's his job. And it's only because he is so devoted to it that he manages to catch Pinocchio in the act, one night where there wouldn't have been any indicators that something was amiss otherwise.

The boy is tossing in his sleep when Marco walks into the room, in fact, writhing like a four-limbed snake. Pinocchio's not making any sound, but it'd be hard not to guess he's distressed - his face is pinched and tense, his legs kicking at the bedcovers where usually he'd be peacefully laying belly-up, and judging by the state of his nightclothes he's been at it for quite a while now.

He goes still when his father presses a hand to his face, and for a moment Marco fears he's woken his son up - but then Pinocchio rolls over to the side, his eyes still closed, his fingers twitching as though trying to blindly grab the sheets. Who knows what he must have been dreaming about, then; there is a sense to the boy's night terrors, and though Marco has yet to get a good grasp on it, he knows Pinocchio doesn't respond well to being touched when he's dreaming of the convent, no matter how gently or lightly.

That's a cause for worry, too, but one best faced in daylight, if Marco knows anything.

"It's alright," he murmurs, stroking his son's cheek with his thumb. "They're only dreams, my boy. Nightmares are just an illusion. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."

Pinocchio's breathing has slowed down, now, and his legs have stopped around nearly so much. Marco presses a kiss to his brow, but he doesn't leave just yet - he lingers near the bed for a while longer, instead, watching the child rest easily for once.

15. “If you don’t know where to go, you can always come here.”

"Can I ask you something?" Pinocchio pipes up out of nowhere.

He's not eating his dinner, Archie notes when he looks over. He'd thought a burger and fries from Granny's would make for a nice treat - he supposes no self-respecting conscience ought to be feeding junk food to a child, but he's found over the years that he'd rather cut down on the self respect than not spoil Pinocchio once in a while - and yet the boy hasn't taken more than a few bites out of his meal, instead pushing food around the plate with a distracted look on his face.

Perhaps he just isn't that hungry, but given the tone with which he's just voiced that question, the odds aren't really in favour of that. "Of course," Archie says, raising an eyebrow. "Is everything alright?"

Pinocchio doesn't reply immediately, his attention seemingly devoted to the fry in his hand. Then, with an uncertain tone of voice: "If something happens to Papa, where am I supposed to go?"

Well then. "You know your father is doing fine, right?" It's no surprise that the kid's thoughts would go there - the only reason why he's sleeping over at Archie's house in the first place is that Marco has been feeling a little under the weather these past couple days, and there would have been no getting him to rest with his son still around. And besides, Pinocchio doesn't have the best experience with people being sick around him, and that sort of thing sticks with children, unfortunately.

Still, it's not really an issue Archie had expected to deal with at 8PM on a Saturday night. "He'll be right back on his feet very soon, you'll see. I'm sure of that."

Pinocchio nods weakly, though he doesn't seem very convinced. "I know, but...if it happens. Am I- do I need to go back to the convent?"

Oh, so that is the crux of the problem. "No, Pinocchio, you don't." Archie leans closer to the boy, putting a hand on his shoulder and gently coaxing him into looking up at the doctor. "Listen to me- do you know what a legal guardian is?"

When Pinocchio shakes his head, he smiles slightly and continues, still as calmly as he can: "It's someone that takes over looking after children when their parents can't care for them. And in your case, that means me."

"Really?"

"Really. Your father had to sort out a lot of paperwork when he got you back from the orphanage, and while he was there he made sure a couple of other things were in order, including this one. If something happens to your father before you grow up - and it's not going to happen, but just in case - then I'll be the first person they ask to step in. It's all written down, and there's your father's signature on it, so no one would be able to say it isn't valid. Not even the Mother Superior."

The boy's eyes are wide and wondering, as though he couldn't quite believe the words he's hearing. "Promise?"

"I promise. I wouldn't lie to you about something like that." Archie's smile grows ever so slightly, a bit softer, a bit fonder. "Besides, even if something happened to me, there'd be plenty of people who'd be willing to take care of your. Emma, Nova, your friends' parents...And even if nothing at all happened, I'll always be around for you. You can always come here, if you have nowhere else to go. Do you understand?"

"Uh-uh." The boy looks like he's pondering on this revelation with the entirety of his eight-year-old brain. "Okay. Thank you."

"You're welcome. Now, why don't you eat a little bit more? Your father will have my head if he thinks I haven't fed you."

Pinocchio nods again, but when he picks up his burger and bites into it his relaxed expression turns into an outraged frown. "It's cold. Can I heat it up, please?"

The laugh Archie lets out is as fond as his smile was, but he feels a lot more at ease now, and a lot more confident that maybe he isn't butchering this conscience job as much as he feared.

"Of course. Just be careful with the microwave."

[rainsmediaradio]

Joyner Lucas & Future - Blackout Lyrics

Joyner Lucas & Future - Blackout Lyrics Part I Verse: Joyner Lucas Yeah, I can't hide my pain no more (Joyner), this shit gon' make me lash out (Lash out) I ain't playing games no more, I really might just blackout (Blackout) She can't feel her legs no more, I blew her fucking back out (Back out) Run up on me, bitch, on God, I'll blow your fucking back out (Brr, back out) Where I'm from, this shit go down, a lot of niggas crash out (Crash out) I just seen my cousin cop some work up out the crack house (Crack house) He ain't got nothing to lose, he might just bring the mask out (Mask out) He gon' take your Visa too, I hope your credit card don't max out (Brr, max out) Watch me take some bricks and soap and turn it to a bankroll (Yeah) Used to wanna get rich like Hov, until I met Jeff Bezos (Bezos) Billionaire invitеs, that's the shit that you can't pay for (Yeah, yeah) Lеvelled up and made some pesos, now your bitch wanna give me besos (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, besos) Mwah, first to do it, bitch, I'm Draco (Draco) If you want that drama, you gon' get just what you paid for (Grrah, grrah, grrah, paid for) 'Fore I got a check, I went and bought my mom a Range Rover (Woah) Wasn't new, but it was paid for, I said "One day, we'll be straight though" (Straight though) Part II Intro: Joyner Lucas & Future One day, I'ma change everything, I swear Toxic Verse 1: Future Like a kilo dropped inside the pot, my niggas spinning, ayy (Spinning) I just heard a hater just got shot, now I'm grinning, ayy (Grinning) I just took more dope, that's just gon' keep me out my feelings (Feelings) If I wasn't rapping, I'd be trapping, making millions (Millions) I ain't worried 'bout nothing, I got more money than my ex (Ex, ayy) I don't have to call, bitches pulling up off my texts (Texts, ayy) First day, I bought her that AP, 'cause she wet (Wet, ayy) I done spent so much money on bitches, I forget (Get, ayy) One of one, spill, you can't find this in a store (Store, ayy) Heard that was your wifey, I turned her to my whore (Whore) Let me be your sponsor, you a baddie, you can get endorsed (Endorsed) New Chanel, you know damn well it make girls get moist (Moist, super) Whipped up in a Maybach and I came back in a Royce (Super) I'ma pop my shit, drop a brick and I'm popping (Freebandz) Shorty can't complain, bitch, the whole world toxic (Toxic) She belong to the streets, bitch, go and fuck on everybody Verse 2: Joyner Lucas I got coke plugs, I got bass plugs, and I think I'm Pablo (Brr, think I'm Pablo) If this rap shit never worked out, then I'd be El Chapo (Brr, be El Chapo) Got a stash spot for the cash drops and a blacked-out Tahoe (For the blacked-out Tahoe) Put a ten of cash in a duffel bag, shit, back to Cabo (For real) If my phone ring and I'm busy, I'ma just straight ignore it (Okay) If you ain't calling 'bout money, then that shit ain't important (Okay) I used to want me a good girl, but they way too boring (Yeah, woah) Baby, we can fuck, but you can't stay till morning (Morning) And if I wasn't rapping, I'd be trapping, making Ms (Ms) Twenty SUVs, you'd never know which one I'm in (Skrrt) Travel 'cross the country, selling drugs to all your friends (Woah) And if I lose it all, then I'd just do it all again I still got big connects, I could hit the rec' from a bag of foam (From a bag of foam, bah, bah) If a nigga ever fall off, then I'll be Al Capone (Be Al Capone, ayy, ayy, ayy) Couple bad bitches in the kitchen, naked, they counting Os (Counting Os) I got niggas crossing the border for me, who down to go? (Ayy, oh, oh, oh) I need to know Read the full article

[theebunnyfawn]

I found my Straight On Till Morning book again, and once I’m done reading it, I’ll be selling it cause it reminds me too much of my ex cause he said he was a big fan of Peter Pan cause he never wanted to grow up blah blah blah anyway I usually sell things for more than half off. Just an FYI. I’ll post an update as soon as it’s on my depop

[blondrichclosetwitch]

Your children are here to tell you:

Do something new

Laughing all the way to the bank

It's a life or death situation To the girl with the hair like spun gold

I don't wanna dance with the Devil But do you mind if I tap my foot?

Am I missing something?

Is it something good?

You’re killing me john

(S)He said, "Please don't go away"

I said, "It's too late"

“And now I can't stop thinking That I almost gave you everything. And now the whole thing's finished and I can't stop wishing That I never gave you anything.”

Something wrong something not quite right

“What have they done to the Earth?”

“You think I’m psycho don’t you mama? You better let them lock me up.

I woke up in Johnny's room, Mama

Standing right there by his bed w/ my hands around his throat, Mama,Wishing both of us were dead

You know that little girl next door, Mama?

Oh, don't tell that she's dead, Mama

Cause I just saw her in the park

We was sitting on a bench, Mama

Thinking of a game to play

Seems I was holding a wrench, Mama

And then my mind just walked away.”

Somehow you’ve become some paranoia

I testified, my mama cried

I never saw a way to pay a sap to read the law, then become a victim of a lawyer.

Don't know ya, never saw ya

Tape cued, getting me sued

Playing games with my head, what the judge said

We just had the quarrel that sent you away

An Angel with apple blond hair now

An inbuilt guilt catches up with you

So dark and deep, the secrets that you keep

I am just like a child lost in the woods

I yearn for the truth that you know

let’s stay together

I love myself better than you

Somewhere I have heard this before

As a defense I’m neutered and spayed

Once you know the truth you might wish you walked away.

I have pulled myself clear

I think he knows! (12:12 woo)

This is my dance floor I fought for.

They wrote a book about it

They said it was like Ancient Rome And something flickered for a minute

And then it vanished and was gone (Romeo had Juliette is perfect songwriting. )

You are shining some glory on me

Miss Americana (so I finally got this song; it had me sobbing, and it wasn’t what I thought. But I’ll wait for a day when my screen is working to expand.)

Song sung blue, weeping like a willow

You can sing it with a cry in my voice

“Everybody knows.”

Love will tear us apart again

“Valentine knows it all. He’s got something to say.” (12:34)

3:33

I will love you til the end

And you cannot be bound, if you cannot be free

Hosanna! Head on high, I'm gonna sing it till the day I die

Gonna push on the gas till the gas runs dry

Mary dances on a hurricane

Said the boys in here are all the same

'Cause she'd rather be preaching with fools

You’d take an overdose if you knew what was going down.

"It was around four in the morning in the studio and I guess I was half-awake and half-asleep,I figured I was dreaming so when I really woke up, I put it down straight away. I guess that's the advantage of falling asleep in the studio - at least you can get your ideas down right then and there! What turned out to be heavy about it was he said that it had some of the same structure as something he'd done for a movie years ago."

Why do I want to blow up your life?

“I just thought that if I could take it from her, maybe then it would prove that I’m worth something.”

“I guess that’s just Your game and I’m the one who gets played again and again and again. You know how to fuck me up.(4:00)

Russian Easter hymn

Every chance you get you seem to hurt me more and more,

ain’t that peculiar

“I’ve seen gypsies who made it all the way and kept goin.”

My town bitching/ complaining when people ain’t got shit to eat

So I’m living inside my mind

“I keep retracing that storyline.”

I’m in tears again when you rock and roll with me (this should be the new blog title)

I’ve found a door that lets me out

Don't know if I'll see you again someday

But if you're out there, I hope that you're okay

little military march

Oh baby how was I supposed to know? I shouldn’t have let you go. My loneliness is killing me

I’ve been replaced with someone new

He don’t realize I’m thinking about you

And if you wouldn’t mind I would like it blew

And if you wouldn’t mind I would like to breathe

Here is another word that rhymes with shame

You could do anything

All I do is think about you

I'm a stubborn man with a fickle plan

Talk to me without the need To make your case

Settled at a standstill

We shall live again

I did it for survival But i looked like the asshole anyway

You ate up all my breadcrumbs —Now i'm lost alone inside your cave

You best let the water run

“Honey, you best sit down.”

Far from skid row I dream we’ll go

It’s been a hell of a year, thank god we made it out

You got me feelin' like I been too mean

And fuck like a demon, do it like nothin'

I am disgustin', I've been corrupted

I been gone, yeah, I been on this road too long

“At the heart of the matter, Someone wove a secret spell

Mixed with girl not so peaceful

Angel and animal

But me losing you was not a part of this plan so…”

“I think making up, faking up stories is all right. fiction is my thing. My attitude is always I and me and mine; Oh I'm so clever, I'm so clever, I'm so clever!

Until my paranoia kicks in then I'll accuse her of doing all the worst things I do best.

It's funny how me fucking her about has got me in this fucking mess. Liar liar liar liar liar pants on fire. Lies, alibis, lies, more alibis.

From the truth, I admit I'm more than shy.”

“I'm feeling so guilty about the things.”

This is the happy ending I look at the books And things people are reading

I know that you've written them, too

You've got so many little things to do.

As I'm endlessly, endlessly searching the crowd

Looking for something from you

Just one fucking measly clue

Any shitty little tip-off would do

A ghosteen dances in my hand

Slowly twirling, twirling all around

[marvelous-harry]

mommy kink anon here! i was thinking about something smutty, maybe some pegging, id love to read what you do with that! xx

+ mommy kink with breastfeeding please!! + Needy h waking reader up and and begging to be full

Good Morning. Harry/Fem!Reader Words: 2.1K Warnings: Mommy!Kink, Sub!Harry, MummyDom!Fem!Reader Summary: After a very nice dream, Harry wakes up very horny and needy.

Letting out a little sigh as I reached up to rub my eyes, I did a big yawn and a stretch before opening my eyes and looking down at Harry. Running my fingers through his hair, I reached for my phone while holding him close.

Harry was suckling on one of my breasts with his eyes closed while he held on loosely to my other boob with his hand.

“You’re awake early, baby,” I whispered as I saw the time on my phone. “Did you have a bad dream?” I asked as he whimpered again. Watching as Harry let my boob go as he shifted on the bed, I smirked as I felt his hard cock graze my thigh.

“Mummy,” he moaned while moving closer to me, rolling his against my thigh as he let out cute little moans.

“Ahh, I see. You didn’t have a bad dream. You had a very good dream,” I teased while stroking my hand down his chest till I got to his cock.

“Mmm, it was about you,” Harry said while looking up at me. I smiled as I could see how lost he was in his subspace, his pupils wide and his eyes looking right at me.

As I moved over on my side, I propped my head up on my arm while I kept stroking his cock slowly. “Tell me about your dream,”

Harry squirmed, his hands fidgeting on his stomach as he tried to resist touching himself. “We were in LA I think and you were playing with me, Mummy,” he explained slowly.

I hummed and let go of his cock, stroking his chest instead. “How was I playing with you, baby?” I asked, smiling when Harry grabbed my hand, holding it with one hand while running his fingers over my lines, knuckles, and bumps. I also noticed how his legs had spread slightly.

“Do I have to say?” Harry asked quietly before pulling his bottom lip in and biting down on it. I cocked my head slightly, my eyebrows furrowing. “Why don’t you want to tell me? You know you can tell Mummy everything,” I told him.

Harry blushed and dropped my hand so he could rub his eyes and cover his face. “Cause you’ll get ideas and tease me, and you tease me enough already,” he pouted.

“Baby!” I pulled his hands down and stroked his cheek. “Tell mummy how she played with you in your dream,” We looked into each other’s eyes for a few seconds before Harry whimpered, turned over on his side so he could press his face down into the pillow, partially hiding his face.

“Was in the living room,” Harry started quietly as he closed his eyes. I kept silent as I reached down to stroke his bum softly, smirking as he instinctively spread his legs more and pushed back into my hand.

“I was so hard, Mummy, but you wouldn’t let me touch or anything. And you kept touching yourself while I was begging you to let me do it but you wouldn’t,” Harry whimpered. “But I really wanted to, it wasn’t fair, I was asking really nicely too,” he pouted.

“I’m sure you were, baby,” I smiled. “Is this when you woke up?” I asked.

Harry shook his head. “No, Mumma, not yet,” he licked his lips and brought up one of his legs more as I stroked my fingers over his crack. “Y-you made me fuck you with your dick. And I did, was a good boy and made you cum. Mummy, please,” he whimpered as he rolled over completely on his stomach and stuck his bum in the air.

“It makes Mummy so happy to know you were a good boy for her even in your dreams,” I told him as I pressed a finger over his hole. “And that Mummy doesn’t even have to be awake to make you a whimpering, leaky little boy,” The loud whine Harry let out went straight to my pussy, making me even wetter.

“Please, Mummy, want you to fuck me, please! I’ve been a good boy for so long and I didn’t touch myself even though I really wanted to and I didn’t wake you up, I waited like a good boy,” Harry rambled, spreading his legs further apart.

Easing a finger in, I was surprised to feel how open Harry was after our little play session last night. “Must’ve fucked you good for you to be this open still,” I smirked as I pulled back, ignoring the loud whines from Harry.

“Please, so empty. Want you inside me, please Mumma,” he begged as he looked back at me. I patted his back as I got off the bed and headed over to our little dresser. Opening the top drawer, I looked inside with a grin. I had quite a selection of dildos to pick from. Grabbing my favorite harness, a dark purple faux leather one, I was about to reach for a dildo when I heard Harry coming over.

“Mummy? Can I help you put it on? Please?” He asked sweetly as he dropped to his knees, looking up at me even sweeter. I smiled and ruffled his hair before shaking my head.

“No, baby. You just keep your hands to yourself and look pretty,” I told him, grinning as his face dropped, looking very disappointed. “Don’t look so sad when Mummy’s about to fuck you, darling. If you want to help so bad, you can go get a bottle of lube and get on your back on the bed,”

Harry got up right away and rushed to do as he’d been told while I turned back to the selection of dildos and grabbed one of our medium sized ones. Putting it into the harness and securing it, I slipped my legs through the holes, pulling it up to my hips.

“You look so pretty, Mumma,” Harry said as he looked at me from the bed. Wrapping my fingers around the dildo, I gave it a few strokes before walking over to the bed while securing the harness properly.

Harry’s cock twitched against his stomach when he moaned - watching me as I got closer to him with wide eyes. “Faster, please,” he begged, his hand moving for his cock before he caught himself and grabbed onto the bed instead.

Settling on my knees, pressed right up against his crotch, I leaned over him and grabbed his face so I could kiss him fast and hard.

“Please, I need you,” Harry whispered against my lips as he lifted up his legs to his chest. “I don’t want to wait anymore, please,”

Giving his cheek a little kiss, I pushed his head to the side before moving my lips down his neck. Finding a nice little spot, I swiped my tongue over it before putting my teeth gently to his skin and started sucking gently while biting him softly.

“Fuck,” Harry groaned while wrapping his hands around me, digging his fingers into my back. Smirking, I sucked a little harder before biting down on his skin with more force, dragging my teeth over the forming mark before pulling away.

“That should bruise very nicely. Want everyone to see you mine,” I told him as I reached for the lube.

“Mmm, yours, mummy,” Harry licked his lips as he reached up and pressed down on his new hickey.

Pouring some lube onto the dildo, I rubbed it in before putting a little more lube onto my fingers. Bringing my hand down between us, I circled my fingers around his hole. “You ready?” I asked while looking at him.

“Yes! Please, I’m ready, been ready for so long, please,” Harry said loudly, trying to push back onto my fingers.

“You really sure? Like really really sure?” I asked while moving one finger over his hole and pushing ever so slightly.

Harry let out a little sob as he nodded. “Mummy, please!” he cried. “I’m ready, I promise, please. Need you,”

Taking pity on him, I slid two of my fingers into him gently. “There we go, that’s better isn’t it?” I moved my fingers back and forth slowly, spreading them slightly as I did. He looked so breathtakingly beautiful like this. All spread out. Looking so trusting, free, relaxed. Like my Harry.

Pulling my fingers out, I double-checked that the dildo was still well enough lubed up before grasping it. Lining it up with Harry’s hole, I made eye contact with him as I started to slowly push in.

“Fucking, fuck,” Harry moaned as he squeezed his eyes shut and put his hands over his head, pushing on the wall to steady himself. Biting my lip as I pulled back just a little, I moaned as I pushed back in - the tight harness rubbing against my clit so so nicely.

Moving so that I had my hands on either side of him, I hissed as Harry attached his mouth to one of my nipples while fondling my other boob eagerly. “S’ a good boy. Taking Mummy’s cock so well,” I moaned, snapping my hips back and forth.

“Love your cock, Mumma,” Harry mumbled as he moved his mouth over to my other nipple, giving it the same love as the other one.

Putting my hands on his chest, I pushed his head back on the bed so I could straighten up a bit as I started to pound into him quickly. I was so close to cumming, I just needed a little more friction on my aching clit.

“Can I cum, please? Please, need to cum,” Harry begged as the speed and the force behind my thrusts got faster and stronger.

“You know the rules, baby. Mummy cums first,” I panted, giving him a slight smirk as he grabbed onto his legs, holding the spread open for me as I let my eyes close. God, I was so close. Holding onto Harry’s hips tightly, I did one hard thrust, grinding my pussy against the harness - moving the dildo even further into Harry as I finally came with a breathy moan.

“Fuck,” I chuckled as I opened my eyes again and looked down at Harry. His cock was dripping and looked so hard, desperate for some touch and release. “Come here,” I said and leaned down, meeting him halfway before pulling him into a hard, needy kiss.

“You want to cum, baby boy?” I asked as I started moving my hips slowly again. “Fuck, yes, mummy, please,” Harry replied quickly before giving me another kiss. “Please,”

I straightened back up again, grasping his hips tightly once more. “Alright, you can touch yourself,” I told him while I started to fuck him fast, hard and deep again.

Harry’s hand had moved to his cock as soon as the words had come out of my mouth, moving his hand fast as he moaned and whined.

“Gonna cum for mummy, baby? Look so pretty with mummy’s dick in you,” I panted as I made sure to thrust in as deep as I could every time.

“Mumma!” Harry gasped loudly as he arched up into his hand and shot his cum all over his chest.

I continued to do a few smaller, slower thrusts as Harry let go off his cock and dropped his legs down on the bed, resting over my thighs. “Good boy,” I murmured as I started to gently pull out of him. I stroked his thigh as he whimpered and whined. “Shhh, it’s okay,” I told him softly. Shuffling off the bed, I quickly loosened the harness and let it slide down before I got back up on the bed.

Crawling over to Harry, I kissed him softly while pressing down on his hickey with my thumb. “I love you, baby,” I whispered against his lips while stroking his cheek. “Love you, mummy,” Harry said sleepily back. “Nap?” he asked between our little kisses. “It’s like 9 in the morning,” I laughed quietly. He just pushed his bottom lip out and whimpered.

“Alright, alright. Get the blankets,” I sighed and gave him one more kiss. Watching with a smile as Harry rolled over and grabbed the blankets off the floor, I opened my arms for him. Harry grinned as he snuggled into my arms, covering us both with blankets.

“Mmmm, sticky cum cuddles. My favorite,” I grimaced before letting out a loud laugh as Harry blew a raspberry against my neck. “Go to sleep!” I said as I gave his hair a little tug. “Yes Mummy,” Harry replied happily.

Wrapping my arms tighter around him, I closed my eyes. “Brat,” I whispered. When Harry let out a little fake snore, I grinned and hugged him tighter. I was in love with an idiot.

[witcher-and-his-bard-archive]

Kinky 97/100 (bonus with a side of pining): jaskier/any

Pairing: Geralt x Jaskier Warning(s): wet dreams, somnophilia (ish?) Rating: explicit

Summary: Jaskier wakes up to Geralt rutting against his leg in his sleep.

I LOVED this prompt. I need to write wet dreams and/or somno more often. I don't think I got the pining across in this one very well, but I did add a bonus hand over mouth to keep quiet, if that helps 💖

Since winter started, Jaskier has learned a lot about Geralt. To start, he's actually very affectionate, even toward Lambert despite their antagonistic relationship. And Jaskier's always known Geralt is kind, but watching him make supper for his brothers and Vesemir and the light in his eyes when they enjoy it is… adorable, for lack of a better word. But by far, Jaskier's favourite discovery about Geralt is that when he's warm and safe and comfortable, he cuddles.

That's not to say he does it willingly or while he's awake, but it's the fact that somewhere in his subconscious, Geralt reaches out to him when he's asleep and curls around him.

Jaskier was supposed to have his own room, but he barely slept the first night because of the cold and Geralt had come to check on him and curled into bed with him and stayed. It's not unusual for them to share a bed, but normally it's because they can't afford two rooms or one big enough to have two beds. This is different. This time, there is an abundance of blankets, a huge fireplace Geralt could have lit without a thought, and they both have their own vast space to themselves. So there's really no reason for Geralt to continually return to Jaskier's bed, but he's not about to question it. Especially not after the cuddling starts.

He's not sure when that is exactly, because the first time he notices is a week or so after they arrived. Jaskier has always had vivid dreams, but this one is so real that it wakes him up and at first he still thinks he's bound, but as his mind settles, he realizes those are Geralt's arms around him. It takes an additional couple of minutes to adjust to this, but when he does, he shifts back gently, pressing against Geralt's chest and shutting his eyes. When Geralt doesn't wake, he risks moving a little closer, the dream long forgotten.

And it keeps happening. Maybe it's because he wants to wake up, but he does quite frequently now and every time Geralt is pressed against his back or has an arm slung over his hip and he's so peaceful. His breath is warm and even and he looks… content. But every morning when he wakes up, Geralt is always gone.

They do chores in the mornings, he knows, but he suspects Geralt knows about the cuddling and he can't bring himself to admit it, so he makes sure he's gone by the time Jaskier wakes up every morning. Which is unbearably frustrating, but Jaskier doesn't want to press anything; this is already so much more than Geralt has offered before, so he lets it pass and eagerly awaits every night when they tuck into bed.

So he's not thinking about much else when he climbs into bed one warm night, stripping down to his braies as he always does and climbing in next to Geralt. He rolls over, facing out into the room because Geralt reads before bed, shuffled over to see by candlelight before Jaskier inevitably complains about the light and pulls him down to bed. He doesn't mind, not really, but he longs for the warmth of Geralt's body against his own and he's not allowed to have it while they're both awake. They say their goodnights and Jaskier shuts his eyes with a soft smile, hoping silently that he wakes up like he usually does.

He does, a few hours later, but nothing about tonight is like it usually is.

Tonight, he wakes to soft moans and Geralt squirming next to him. For a moment, he thinks he's having a nightmare and he reaches out to wake him before realizing it's not a nightmare at all. Geralt is plastered to him, his head tucked under Jaskier's chin and he's hard. His hips shift again and his cock presses into Jaskier's thigh and it's all Jaskier can do to bite down on a moan.

He doesn't want to move because he doesn't want to disturb him, but he doesn't want to let Geralt continue if it's going to cause problems later. But it feels good. Shivers run up his spine as Geralt ruts against him and Jaskier can feel his own cock stir in his shorts. He shifts his hips back to keep from getting too closer, but Geralt nuzzles against his neck and he shudders.

Geralt's mouth is warm and damp where his lips brush against Jaskier's neck and he presses against him. It's overwhelming and when Jaskier shifts away again, Geralt gets an arm around his waist, pulling him close again. His hips jerk hard, rutting against him and Jaskier can't do anything but like there and let him. But fuck he wishes Geralt was awake, wishes Geralt would want this the way Jaskier aches to touch him now. He clenches his hands into fists as a soft moan breaks the silence in the room and squeezes his eyes shut.

But Geralt keeps him close, keeps tucked up under his chin and mumbles softly against his neck, each little indistinguishable word like a kiss and Jaskier doesn't know that he'll survive the night. But just as Geralt's panting increases and Jaskier thinks he's done for, Geralt jerks to a stop. His hips twitch and for a moment Jaskier thinks he's woken up, but he feels the dampness of his release seeping through his shorts and realizes with a start that Geralt just came. Which is… too much for him to process so early in the morning.

His own cock twitches in his shorts and he tries to disentangle himself because if Geralt wakes up thinking he got off grinding against Jaskier's thigh, he'll never forgive himself. And Jaskier can't bear this being a bad memory for him, because he will be thinking about it fondly for the rest of his life. He pulls away just in time to hear a low, garbled Jaskier? and he curses silently to himself.

He's still got Geralt's arm around his hip, but he doesn't dare move now, lest he make things worse. But Geralt already seems to have caught on to what happened and he's pulling away. Jaskier moves instinctively, sliding up closer as Geralt rolls away from him.

"Shh," he whispers, "you were dreaming, darling."

Geralt just grunts and Jaskier can feel the embarrassment coming off him in waves. He reaches out, brushing his fingertips down Geralt's side. Geralt shivers under the touch and curls in on himself.

"It sounded like you were having a good dream, hm? Why don't you tell me about it?" He wants to be encouraging, to show Geralt that this is fine. Good, even.

"Jask-" Geralt chokes, but he doesn't get further than that. Jaskier hums softly in the silence that follows.

"Hey," he says, "hey, Geralt," he aims for soothing, but his own voice is rough and bordering on seductive. "Did you dream about me? I don't mind if you did."

A loud, pained groan, muffled by the pillow is the only response he gets, so he shuffles a little closer.

"I'd like to hear about it if you're up for it?" Geralt groans again and Jaskier presses his nose into his hair. "Don't be embarrassed, darling. I'm honoured to be able to bring you pleasure. In any way. Even if you're not awake for it."

Geralt buries his face further in his pillow but Jaskier catches the end of what sounds like am sometimes.

"Do you… do you think about me sometimes?" A little groan. "When you touch yourself? Can I touch you?"

That certainly seems to get Geralt's attention, and he rolls onto his back, looking skeptically over at Jaskier. He's tangled in the sheets, so Jaskier tugs them straight again to avoid reaching out and just touching without permission.

"Yes," Geralt says tentatively. Jaskier guides him back onto his side, running a hand over a hip and catching his fingers on the hem of Geralt's shorts.

"Let's get these off, hm?" Geralt nods, so he pushes the shorts down and chucks them off the side of the bed, dragging his palm back up the front of his thigh. "Would you tell me what you were dreaming about?"

"Jask-"

"It's okay. I think about you, too, sometimes," he hums, "do you want to hear about that?" That catches Geralt's attention and he turns his head with a nod. "Yeah?" Jaskier squeezes Geralt's thigh gently and inhales softly.

"The inn we stayed at in Kaedwen," Jaskier starts, "you were playing Gwent with the butcher and I was bored so I was drinking with a couple of the others. But red wine makes me horny and I couldn't keep my eyes off you. I didn't want anyone else, so when I couldn't stand it any longer, when I couldn't keep my hands off myself any longer-" he punctuates the sentence with a quick squeeze of Geralt's thigh, sliding up toward his hip.

"That's where you went?" Geralt asks, low and breathy.

"Mmhm. Crawled into your bed and stripped naked, bed still smelled like you. I thought about going back down there and bringing you up to bed with me, but then I thought about… what if I just climbed into your lap right there? Would you fuck me right there? Let me ride your cock while you played?"

Geralt groans long and low and Jaskier presses his nose into the back of his head. "Then I thought, what if you just fucked me right over the table. If I got you hard and teased you until you couldn't take it anymore. Till you shoved me over the table and fucked me for everyone to see." His breath comes quick and sharp now and his cock throbs between his thighs, but it's worth it to hear the way Geralt groans.

"Fuck," he mutters and Jaskier hums.

"You don't have to tell me what you were dreaming about, you just sounded like you were enjoying yourself. I won't press." He settles back against the pillow, letting his fingers drag softly over Geralt's skin. "It's nice to see you enjoying yourself for once." He nuzzles against the back of Geralt's neck, risking a soft kiss to his hair and he feels Geralt tense up but before he can pull away, Geralt lets out a shaky breath.

"It was about you," he whispers and Jaskier's skin prickles with the confession.

"I'm glad," he manages, "glad I could bring you some pleasure, even if in your sleep."

He lets his hand slip, pressing between Geralt's thighs and shutting his eyes. His own arousal has faded a little, but he's still hard, and he has to shift to keep from pressing his cock against Geralt's ass. Even the thought of it sends a little spark through him and he shuts his eyes, letting out a measured breath.

"You're aroused," Geralt hums and Jaskier squirms.

"'S okay. You've already come and I'm not just gonna jerk off beside you." He huffs softly but Geralt turns in his arms, shifting up so they're face-to-face.

"I could go again, make it up to you." Geralt's breathless and Jaskier can't look away from him. "Can I touch you?" Geralt asks and Jaskier doesn't hesitate before nodding.

"Yeah."

Geralt presses a palm to his stomach, soft, tentative and it takes all of Jaskier's strength not to lean into it, to wrap himself in Geralt's arms and rut against him. Because he wants so badly to be close again, to curl up against him, but he doesn't want to risk whatever brought this on tonight. Geralt's hand slips lower, pushing under the band of his shorts and curling around his cock. Jaskier jerks unintentionally into Geralt's grip, letting out a shuddering sigh as his cock slips between his fingers.

But he doesn't have time to feel sorry about it before Geralt is gripping him firmly and jerking him quick and hard. The angle makes it a little awkward, but Jaskier shifts onto his back, presenting himself and making it easier for Geralt to touch him. And it does; Geralt slows his strokes, pressing more firmly and slipping his fingers down to press against his balls and Jaskier groans softly, turning his head so he can watch him.

But when he opens his eyes, he's surprised to find Geralt looking back at him, his eyes soft as he watches and Jaskier moves without considering the consequences. He catches Geralt's lips in a brief kiss, but just as reality hits him and he pulls away, Geralt surges forward, deepening the kiss. He shifts forward, keeping his hand on Jaskier's cock, pumping consistently even as he bundles him into his arms, shifting him so he's pressed against his back.

Like this, Jaskier has to twist to continue kissing him, but he can feel Geralt's cock against his ass and the trade-off is well worth it. He moans with the first shift of Geralt's hips, pushing back against him and encouraging the roll of his hips. He didn't think Geralt would get so hard again so quickly, but his cock rests thick and eager against him, slipping maddeningly between his cheeks through the fabric of his shorts.

"Geralt-" he huffs, groaning as Geralt's thumb comes up to press against his slit. When he slides down again, he slips from Jaskier's cock, cupping his balls before pressing back behind.

"Fuck," Jaskier groans, "please."

"Would you let me?" Geralt asks and Jaskier can't know if he means touching him or fingering him or fucking him but he doesn't care. He feels like he'll fall apart without Geralt's hands on him, so he just nods and reaches for Geralt's face, tugging him into another deep kiss.

And for a moment, Geralt lets himself get caught up in it, lips sliding softly against Jaskier's, before he remembers himself and makes quick work of getting Jaskier out of his shorts. Once he's naked, Jaskier spreads his legs wide, giving Geralt all the space he needs to do whatever he wants with him. And Geralt isn't shy about it any longer.

He slips back behind Jaskier's balls, rubbing against his hole before testing the stretch. It burns a little, but he has oil in his bag and Geralt's leaking against his ass which might be enough if he stretches him properly- He's abruptly thrust back to reality by Geralt's fingers, already slick, pressing in against him again.

"Oh!" he gasps and Geralt kisses his shoulder, an apology.

"Are you okay?"

"Fine, good," Jaskier assures him, "just wasn't expecting you to be so… prepared." Geralt huffs a little laugh and pushes deeper.

"You didn't think we just come up here and become saints, did you?" Jaskier says nothing and Geralt leans in against his ear, nosing into his hair. "Jaskier, when was the last time you got off?"

"Uh, before we came up?"

"Oh." Geralt pushes deeper into him, knuckles grazing Jaskier's ass and he slides closer so his cock presses against the back of his thigh. "Not even once?"

Jaskier shakes his head. "I know how well you all hear and smell," he scoffs and Geralt laughs again.

"I was surprised I didn't smell it on you, but I figured you must have gotten off in the baths and washed it off."

He hadn't even considered that, truthfully, and he's regretting it now. His cock throbs against his thigh and every little shift of his leg has him twitching for more. He wouldn't be so worked up now if he had just jerked off in the bath like apparently everyone else does.

"Didn't want to be rude," Jaskier says but it comes out as a gasp as Geralt pulls out and presses against him with two fingers this time.

Geralt just hums, flexing his fingers to stretch Jaskier's rim. Jaskier shoves back onto him, rocking onto his fingers and Geralt nips at his ear, pressing his cock into Jaskier's leg.

"Is this what you want?" he asks and Jaskier rolls his head back.

"More," he whispers, "more, Geralt, please-"

Geralt shoves two fingers into him and Jaskier can feel his impatience growing as he rocks up against the back of his thigh. When he pulls out, Jaskier whines, but then Geralt's adjusting behind him, pressing the head of his cock against Jaskier's rim. He reaches around, pressing a hand over Jaskier's mouth.

"If you don't want to be heard, you'll have to be quiet."

Jaskier just moans against his hand and rocks back against him. Geralt presses into him, stretching him open as he slides in and Jaskier's eyelids flutter, shifting to adjust to the size of Geralt's cock. But he feels too good to stop and it's been so long since he's been properly fucked that he can't keep himself from slowing down. He shoves his hips down, taking Geralt all the way and squeezing around him. The hand over his mouth tightens and Geralt reaches down to wrap the other around his cock.

He strokes him quick and hard and Jaskier tries to keep pace with his thrusts but loses himself in the rock of Geralt's hips. He stills, lets Geralt hold him tight against him and lets him fuck him quick and hard. But as Jaskier pushes closer to the edge, Geralt's thrusts become more erratic.

He shudders and groans, pressing his nose into Jaskier's neck and sucking at the skin on his shoulder. It burns through him like wildfire and Jaskier can't help but press against his chest, tipping his neck to give Geralt better access. And Geralt never lets up, jerking him quick and hard with a firm hand, somehow keeping him right on the edge until Jaskier is practically begging to come, his pleas muffled by Geralt's palm.

When he does come, he throws his head back against Geralt's shoulder and Geralt pushes up onto one arm, leaning down over him. He slips his palm to Jaskier's throat, pressing just gently as he leans down to kiss him. And Jaskier lets himself slide over the edge, Geralt's mouth hot against his own as he spills onto his stomach and the sheets.

And Geralt keeps fucking him, hips snapping hard until he shudders to a stop, mouth still slotted loosely against Jaskier's. He shares his breath, huffing softly as he regains the ability to breathe properly and once he's calm, he bundles Jaskier up into his arms and rolls onto his back, dropping his head back against the pillow. Jaskier shifts so he's face-to-face, resting his elbows on the bed next to Geralt's head.

He looks at him, takes in the shape of Geralt's face in the dark, the mat of hair stuck to his forehead and he smiles to himself. He wants to tell him everything in that moment, how much he loves him, how desperately he wants to spend the rest of his life making him happy, but it feels a little rushed. So he dips down, pressing his lips to Geralt's and smiling when he's met with a responding kiss.

"Do you think," he whispers, "that this time you'll be here in the morning?"

"You knew?" Geralt asks and Jaskier smiles at him.

"Why do you think I was always so eager to go to bed, darling?"

"Coulda just asked," Geralt mumbles, wrapping his arms around him and squeezing tight.

"Like you asked to fuck me?" Geralt squirms but says nothing and Jaskier kisses him again, soft and sweet, folding his arms over Geralt's chest and resting his head on them. "You can have anything you want from me, Geralt, you only have to say so."

"Stay," Geralt says softly, "stay here with me, that's all I want."

101 kink prompts

[sweetsunflowerkisses]

the thin line - chapter three

pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!Reader

genre: enemies to lovers

chapter summary: Y/N just so happens to be in the right place at the right time and gets mixed further into the Pogues mission to find the royal merchant

chapter warnings: mentions of a juul and hitting it, cursing, cannon divergence, mentions of guns, death of a rooster, allusion to drugs and addiction.

word count: 5.4k 

(a/n): well, we’re getting into the shit now! hope you guys enjoy :) 

I awoke with the next morning with a groan, the sound of my phone alarm ringing loudly through my room. I threw my arm over my eyes, using my free hand to fumble around the sheets looking for my phone.

When I found it I quickly shut it off, rejoicing silently that the awful car alarm noise had ceased, looking at the notifications that had come through over the course of the night. I was about to lock it and take another hour of sleep when I noticed something odd, a message notification from an unknown number.

I sat up, throwing my legs over the side of my bed as I clicked on the notification.

unknown : so, what were u gonna say at the beach before you ran to help those pogues you call friends.

My jaw dropped as I read the message again, making sure I wasn’t hallucinating. There was only one person this could be. “What. The. Fuck.” I whispered. I looked back down at the message checking the delivery time, 12:17, around when I got the text that I had wrongly assumed was my dad.

My fingers hovered over the keyboard, about to type a response when I heard a crash from the kitchen. I shot straight up, walking cautiously out of my room and into the kitchen. I stopped when I came face to face with my Dad trying to clean up a broken beer bottle off of the floor.

With the sound of my footsteps my father had averted his attention from the glass to me, A small smile resting on his lips as he looked up at me. “Oh, hey sweetheart, didn’t realise you were here. I would have tried to be quieter if I'd known.” He said, finishing picking up the glass off of the floor, before mopping up the spilled beer with a paper towel.

“No uh, it’s fine, Dad, I was up already anyway.” He smiled, pulling me into a side hug and placing a small kiss on my temple.

“I got your note, so I'll take care of that today. I saw the one in the living room, and the one in here, are there anymore?”

“Uhm, yeah one in my room. Thanks.”

He smiled, hugging me again. “I’m sorry you had to see me like that again sweetheart, I swear it’s the last time.” He said, pulling away. “I promise, I’m gonna get clean, I wanna be here for you, for your sister, you just know how hard it is, without your mom.” I nodded, giving him a sad smile before hugging him again.

“Yeah I know dad.” I pulled away, making my way back down the hall. “I think I’m gonna go see Lana Grubbs in a minute, I’ve also got work today, so I probably won’t be home ‘till late!” I called over my shoulder as I entered my room, hearing an affirmative yell from my father just before I shut the door.

I threw on some simple clothes, just a pair of jeans and a tank top, and put my uniform shirt and apron into my bag. I figured I could hang out with Lana and comfort her until my shift and just change on the way.

It was about 10:30 when I finally left and made the half hour walk to Lana's, however when I got there I was met with a quite unpleasant sight. Two men, tall scary looking and definitely not from around here kicked down the door and entered Lana’s small home. I gasped covering my mouth with my hand as I ran, hiding underneath a window so they wouldn’t see me.

I was frozen in place, trying to keep as quiet and still as possible to not alert them of my presence. However the squealing of brakes caused me to be drawn back into reality. I snapped my head up meeting the all too familiar eyes of John B and JJ, I pressed a finger to my lips, shushing them, and motioned to the window above me. A crashing sound came and it looked like they got the hint, rushing over to me, crouching next to me under the window.

The scene was so tense I barely even registered the fact that JJ was squished up next to me, all three of us too focused on trying to not get caught.

“The compass wasn’t in the boat! Where is it Lana!” One of the voices said, I could hear Lana telling them she didn’t know anything as more thumps sounded from inside the house. Suddenly some of the paint from the window came fluttering down on us, I cringed, trying to shake the flakes out of my hair.

John B stood from his place, making his way around JJ and I, moving to the corner of the house, “John B!” I hissed standing along with JJ, motioning for him to get away from there but he simply brushed me off, peeking around the edge.

Suddenly he jumped back pressing his back to the wall, JJ and I mirroring his actions. “Shut up, Shut up.” He said, peering just around the corner again. He drew back, looking through the window for a moment before returning to his spot peeking around the corner. JJ and I peered out as well, watching as the two guys I had seen enter Lana’s house started their boat’s engine up.

“Dude! Those were the guys that shot at us.” JJ whispered, my eyes grew large, shot at? I wondered, what the hell had I missed!

As the two men took off, John B ushered for the two of us to go back, and we did, pressing ourselves flush against the wall again.

Once we were sure that they were gone the three of us made our way to the front door, I could hear Miss Lana crying and I pushed in front of John B, calling out for her. As the three of us rounded a corner we were met with the sight of Miss Lana on the bathroom floor, her house destroyed around her.

I rushed up to her, crouching next to her, John B doing the same, both of asking if she was okay. Miss Lana looked at us tears in her eyes whimpering, JJ reached out, touching John B’s shoulder, “Dude, She’s tweaking.” He said.

John B ignored him, asking if she needed a doctor, she said nothing and I turned to John B. “Maybe we should call the sheriff's department.” I said, biting the inside of my cheek as I looked down at Lana again.

“No!” She cried, “No cops, please!”

JJ let out a hum, “That’s not good, Let’s just go guys.” He said, tapping John B on the shoulder again.

Again, John B ignored him as Miss Lana began to speak again. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“That’s enough for me!” JJ said, making a third grab at John B only to be brushed off again.

“What do you know about these guys?” He asked.

I moved around him, letting him shuffle closer to Lana, and stood up, stiff as I stood next to JJ.

“They were looking for something.” She whimpered.

John B’s eyes grew wide, as he reached into his pocket fishing around for something. “Did it have anything to do with this?” He removed his hand from his pocket and my jaw dropped as I saw what was in his hands.

Miss Lana’s face fell as she looked at John B’s hand. “Do you know anything about this?” He stressed. Miss Lana’s breathing quickened as John B continued, “This is my father’s, and Scooter had it.” He paused. “Why?”

JJ and I simply watched the scene unfold with expressions of genuine shock, “Scooter didn’t have it.” Lana cried. “Don’t tell anyone you have that!” Her voice was rising in tone and volume, as she continued to tell John B that no one could know,  and that he had to get out of here.

That was enough for JJ as he roughly pushed me into the living room, yelling for me to get to the twinkie, before turning and pulling John B with him. The three of us raced out of the house piling into the twinkie, John B got in the driver’s side, not hesitating to start the engine nad get the hell out of there. As we drove to the chateau John B filled me in. I could feel the pit from the previous day growing in my stomach.

“God I knew I had a bad feeling about all this.” I groaned, throwing myself onto one of the twinkies seats and staring out of the window in silence for the rest of the drive.

—

By the time the three of us had arrived back at the chateau Pope and Kie were already there, having been informed of a mandatory pogue meeting by JJ on the ride over.

I was sat on one of the couches next to Pope, watching as JJ animatedly told the others what had happened at Lana’s. “Knocking paint off the walls, G! From the inside.”

I simply threw my head back, already tired of his antics. I could hear him continue, attempting to ignore him, but failing to do so as he moved around the porch, stopping in front of where I was sitting.

“First off, look at this shit!” He said, flipping his blonde hair upside down and shaking it.

“Gross.” Pope said from next to me.

“That’s dandruff, disgusting.” Kie said, wrinkling her nose in disgust.

“They’re right, that's gross dude, move that shit away from me.” I said, pushing JJ back towards his previous spot on the brick wall.

He rolled his eyes at me, pointing towards the floor. “That’s paint alright.” He looked around the porch, purposefully avoiding my gaze this time and continued. “At that point I was just like- I’m waiting for death.”

Pope let out a huff, placing his head in his hands. “Okay so you saw the guys that shot at us right?”

“Yeah.” JJ said, nodding.

“Did you get a good description of them? What did they look like?” Pope asked, looking at JJ.

“Anything helpful.” Kie chimed in.

“Anything we can bring to a police report?” Pope said hopefully.

“Burly.” JJ said.

“Burly.” Pope echoed back.

I let out a groan, as the conversation continued around me. JJ saying that they looked like drug smugglers, similar to the ones at his dad’s garage.

“Are you for sure, Jayj? Drug smugglers?” I asked, the old nickname for Maybank rolling off of my tongue without hesitation. JJ looked at me, his eyes wide. He opened his mouth to say something but we were both brought back to reality as Kie asked JJ for confirmation.

“Y/N is right, I mean are you certain?” She asked. JJ nodded, pressing his back to the brick wall, fishing around in his shorts pocket for something. “I can tell you all, with absolute certainty that these boys, these killers…” He paused taking his juul out of his pocket taking a quick hit, “are square groupers.”

I placed my head in my hands, Pope beginning to freak out beside me. “Square groupers?” He asked “Like, Narco square groupers? Like Pablo Escobar square grouper?”

JJ nodded, taking another hit. I groaned, holding my hand out to the blonde next to me. “If you’re being serious you better let me have a hit off of that right fucking now Maybank. ‘Cause I’m gonna need something to help me process this.”

“Guys, not everything is a kingpin movie.” Kie said, ever our voice of reason.

“What does a square grouper look like then, specifically!” Pope shouted. “Cause apparently you don’t know what to look for!”

“You weren’t there bro!” JJ shouted, pressing the juul into my still outstretched hand. “I wasn’t taking little mental polaroids the entire time! I was under duress, okay!” JJ said, voice breaking slightly.

Pope leaned back into the chair and I spun the little silver vape around in my hand, taking a couple of quick hits as JJ continued. “I can tell you this. By the way, Miss Lana was screaming that these guys are serious, serious hombres, man.”

The conversation continued, switching over to John B’s compass and why the square groupers would want it. I looked up at JJ, my face softened a little at the expression on his face. He looked genuinely concerned, I sighed, taking one last hit off his vape before handing it back to him, offering a small comforting smile. A peace offering of sorts.

He took the item back not saying anything, just taking a hit. John B’s voice broke me from my thoughts about JJ, “The office.”

“What?” I asked, looking at John B.

“He always kept it locked because he was worried about his competitors stealing his royal merchant research.” John B made his way to the door, the rest of us following behind him and into the house. “We used to laugh at him, like he was actually gonna find it. But now that he’s gone, I’ve just kind of, left it as he kept it.”

John B stopped in front of a door in the hall. As the four of us watched John B unlock it, my mind travelled back to two years ago and before, to all the times I’d been here and not been inside it, to the point where somewhere along the timeline I’d forgotten it existed.

As John B lifted the padlock and stepped inside we followed, Pop reminiscing on the fact that, similar to me, He’s been here hundreds of time and never been inside the room. We crowded around John B as he showed us a corkboard, informing us of how the compass had been passed down from Routledge generation to Routledge generation, and how each member had died with it.

“John B, bud I hate to break it to you…” I started

“But it definitely sounds like there’s a recurring theme here.” JJ said, finishing my thought for me.

I rolled my eyes, our moment of peace destroyed I guess.

“Yeah you’ve got a death compass.” Pope chimed in, the rest of us agreeing.

John B sighed, arguing that he didn’t have a death compass. “You totally do JB, it’s cursed and now you have it.” I deadpanned.

JJ chimed in from behind me, “Dude, get rid of it.”

John B simply ignored us as he sat down, unscrewing a part of the compass, “Look, my dad used to talk about this compartment in here. Soldiers used it to hide secret notes.” He finished unscrewing it, shaking the compass.

Kie hovered from behind him, looking over his shoulder. “What’s that?” She asked, pointing to the lid.

“That wasn’t there before.” He responded as he flipped the top over revealing an inscription. REDFIELD, it read. “This is my dad’s handwriting.”

“How could you possibly know that?” Pope asked, the scepticism clear in his voice.

“Because he does these weird Rs, with the-“ He paused showing us the lid of the compass, “See it?”

Pope nodded and JJ came around John B’s other shoulder, standing next to me. “Can I see that?” He asked, taking the lid from John B.

JJ began to try and read the inscription, failing desperately. I let out a sigh, “Redfield. JJ, it says Redfield.”

“I was getting there.” He said, his voice low.

“Okay well, what’s Redfield?” Kie asked, interrupting whatever fight was about to break out between JJ and I.

“Besides the most common name in the country?” Pope said.

“Okay, well maybe, maybe it’s a clue!” John B stammered. “Maybe it’s a clue to where he’s hiding.”

As Pope opened his mouth to argue, Kie and I gave him a stare that shut him up real quickly.

Suddenly the rooster began to crow as Pope began again, “But, if it is a clue maybe it’s an anagram?” John B agreed quickly, and rushed to find Pope a pen and paper. The rooster continued to crow in the background, Pope halting his movements as he turned to John B. “How can you concentrate with that thing constantly crowing at you?”

“We all love the rooster hun.” I said, moving past JJ to help Pope write out anagrams, John B following suit.

As the boys continued in the background I paused, looking at John B who seemed to be stuck looking at something outside the window. I opened my mouth to ask him if there was an issue but was beaten to it by him, “Guys.” John B said, the others seemingly not hearing him. “Guys!” He said it louder and with more urgency. “Someone’s here!”

We all made our way to the window, watching two men make their way to the porch.

“Oh shit.” I breathed. I could feel Kie getting nervous beside me, I grabbed her hand as she began to speak. “Guys, guys, is that them?”

“No, no.” Pope groaned from down the line.

“Is that them?” Kie questioned again, the fear obvious in her voice. I gave her hand a squeeze for comfort.

“This is suboptimal.” Pope said with a sigh.

JJ began to freak out from behind me, John B taking care of shutting him up while I tried my best to comfort Kie. “Where’s the gun?”

“Gun?” JJ questioned, “I uh- I can’t.”

“Are you fucking kidding me JJ!” I groaned. “You had it when you didn’t need it last night but now that we actually need it you don’t fucking have it?” Kie began to hyperventilate and I squeezed her hand again, trying anything I could to calm her down.

“It was in my backpack- and then I, I-” JJ stammered, closing his eyes trying to remember.

“The porch.” I said, having remembered seeing it next to the couch I had been previously occupying.

“It’s on the porch.” JJ said, throwing the door open and bolting down the hall. Suddenly an unfamiliar voice rang out through the space.

“John Routledge!” It was deep and gruff and sent chills down my spine. They were calling from us to come out and JJ silently closed the door, turning to John B. “They’re on the front porch guys.”

“Fuck!” I cursed softly, turning and pulling Kie into a hug. I could hear crashing in the other room as we did our best to stay silent.

“Guys we gotta leave.” I said turning back to face the boys. We all looked around for a moment before we all simultaneously settled on the window. Pope and JJ made their way to it, trying to get it to budge but it wouldn’t.

“What- What’s happening, what’s taking so long?” Kie asked, letting go of my hand and making her way over to the window.

“It’s painted shut okay!” JJ hissed. I looked around the room for a moment trying to figure out what could be used to unjam it before a light bulb went off in my head. I placed my bag on the table, thankful that I had chosen to not take it off on the front porch like the boys had done, always too careful about where I was leaving my stuff and fished around in it for a moment.

My hand hit the bottom of the bag, underneath my wallet, work clothes and phone charger, and quickly clasped around the metal object I was looking for. I pulled out the pocket knife I always kept for protection and tossed it to Kie. “That should do the trick.”

She nodded, moving the boys aside as she worked at the paint. I could hear the men’s yells and crashes getting closer and closer as they moved through the house. John B was pressed flat against the door, Pope moving to join him, shushing us all.

Suddenly there was a loud bash against the door, and then the voice, “You better not be in there!” I cursed silently, throwing my bag back on and moving towards Kie. The man began to kick in the door and JJ took the knife from Kie, hurrying to finish getting the window open.

Pope and John B joined the three of us at the window as the kicks on the door became harsher. JJ popped it open at the last second, a shot ringing out as we all piled through the window quickly.

Once my feet hit the ground below I was immediately looking for a hiding place. My eyes settling on the rooster’s coop. I silently ushered the boys and Kie to follow me as we made our way across the barren lawn and up the ramp. The rooster crowed at the intrusion but we simply stayed put, watching as moments later the two men came out with boxes of Big John’s research.

The rooster crowed again and JJ urged Pope to shut him, the two beginning to bicker over the subject. “Fucking do something! Either one of you!” I hissed.

“What do you want us to do?” Pope asked, whispering back.

“Pet it, or talk to it! I don’t know.” Kie said with a quiet sob.

The rooster flew close to JJ and he grabbed it, my eyes widening as I realised what was about to happen. I looked away, cringing at the sound of the bird’s neck snapping. The environment immediately growing quieter.

We all waited with bated breath for something to happen, but nothing came. One of the men simply called for his partner, Ratter, and then left.

We waited in the coop for another few minutes, really wanting to make sure that they were gone. Eventually though, we all piled back out, standing in a loose circle as we tried to process what had just occurred.

It was the chiming of my phone that brought us all back to reality. I pulled it out, the others looking at me curiously.

Notifications:

Reminder : WORK IN 30 MINUTES

I sighed, shutting my phone off and putting it back in my pocket. “I uh-” I paused, clearing my throat as I looked around the group, my gaze skipping over JJ. “I have to get to work. But uh- let me know if there’s any developments in this Redfield thing. I didn’t wanna be a part of this, but uh- after that, I think that there’s not much of a choice.”

The others all let out affirmations, all except JJ who simply looked at the ground kicking the dirt. “I’ll see you guys later, yeah?” The group nodded and I began to walk off, when John B grabbed my wrist.

“Let me drive you. It’s the least I can do after that experience.”

I sighed, looking at my phone, I really wouldn’t get there in time if I walked and I couldn’t risk losing this job. I nodded and John B smiled a little, turning to the others. “I’ll be back, I'm gonna drop her off and then come back and get you guys.” They all nodded and John B and I loaded ourselves up into the twinkie.

—

The ride to the Island Club with John B was less than eventful, both of us sitting in silence still reeling over what had just happened. John B parked on the front loop, wishing me a good shift as I climbed out of the old can. I thanked him and grabbed my bag, swiping my badge as I made it inside.

I smiled at the other waitresses and staff I knew as I made my way to the locker room. I set down my bag on one of the benches and made quick work of the shirt I was wearing, pulling out my work shirt and slipping it on, replacing the spot it had filled in my bag with the shirt I had taken off. I quickly strapped my apron around my waist, double checked that my notepad and pens were in there and then proceeded to shove my bag into my work locker, triple checking that it was shut tight.

I made one last stop at the mirror, making sure that my hair was out of my face and putting on a simple coat of tinted chapstick before making my way out into the club’s dining area.

My manager, Christie, found me quickly and informed me I’d be working the bar all shift, and that there was a patron who had specifically requested me already seated there. I looked at her quizzically, wondering who would have requested me by name, but brushed it off assuming it might have been a regular like Mrs. Dodson or Mr.Herrman. I was shocked to the core however, when I reached the bar and found none other than Rafe Cameron sitting on one of the stools.

“You didn’t answer my text last night.” He said, as I moved behind the counter. “Or this morning.”

“How the hell did you get my number Cameron.” I asked, leaning against the counter behind me watching his every move.

He brought the glass of whatever he was drinking to his lips, taking a slow sip, never breaking eye contact with me as he swallowed it and set the glass back down on the wooden bar in front of him. “Your sister left her phone unattended at Barry’s last night.”

“That’s kinda creepy Cameron.”

“I wanted to know what you had to say,” He shrugged, “ and you still haven’t answered my question either.” He finished, taking another swig of his drink, pushing the now empty glass towards me. “Oh and whiskey, neat.”

I sighed, pushing myself off of the counter, grabbing his glass and placing it in the sink, moving to grab a new one. I placed in front of him, before grabbing the closest bottle of whiskey, and pouring a fair amount into the glass.

“So?” He asked pointedly.

I groaned internally, had I really not been put through enough today? Did God just hate me? “Look Cameron, All I was saying yesterday was that, while our situations aren’t exactly the same, I know how it is, having a dad who cares more about something or someone else more than you. And that if you ever needed someone to talk to I was here.”

Rafe nodded, an unreadable expression on his face. He downed the amber liquid in his cup like it was a shot, and stood from the bar. He made his way behind it and my face curled into a blatantly confused look. He grabbed my wrist dragging me out from behind the bar.

“What the hell are you doing Cameron, I’m working.” I said, attempting to hold my ground.

“Not anymore.” He said, dragging me as if I was a ragdoll.

“Uhm, no I need this money, Rafe Cameron. Let me go.”

Rafe simply ignored me, towing me through the dining room, as we passed Christie I gave her a pleading look, begging for her to stop this when Rafe’s voice rang out.

“Christie, I need Y/N for some other work, have her stay clocked in and clock her out at the time she is supposed to leave, I want her paid for her entire shift or you’ll be hearing from my father.”

Christie nodded, giving Rafe a smile and a wave, walking off to tend to other matters as I simply stood there shocked.

“What the hell was that?” I asked as Rafe resumed pulling me through the club.

“That was me being nice.”

My confusion and shock only grew, as Rafe led me out of the club to his truck. “Get in.” He said motioning to the passenger side of his navy blue ford F150. I was stunned, yet still found myself listening, climbing into the car, sitting next to the man that had tormented my friends for years.

He pulled out, the car silent as he drove. Fifteen minutes later we found ourselves on a secluded section of the beach, somewhere only kooks were typically found. He threw the car in park, shutting off the engine and climbing out. Intrigued, I followed his actions, climbing down, and following him onto the soft sandy beach.

“Is this the part where you murder me for being a dirty Pogue?” I asked.

Rafe stopped turning to face me, pulling his sunglasses down. “Is that what you want?”

I shook my head no and finally took in Rafe’s full appearance. “You look like a fucking frat boy dude.” I said, forgetting for a moment who I was talking to.

“I am a frat member.” He deadpanned.

“Yeah that checks out.”

Rafe simply rolled his eyes, making his way a little further down the beach before taking a seat on a log. “So,” I said as I approached him. “If you dind’t take me out here to murder me, please explain why you, the king of the kooks, took me, a ‘dirty pogue’ to this beach.”

“You said you were here if I wanted to talk. No one listens to me usually, figured it would be nice to have someone listen, even if it was some stupid fucking Pogue.” The moment was soft, if you disregarded the whole ‘stupid fucking Pogue part’.

“Yeah this feels like a fucking set up.”

“What, I can’t want to talk?” He asked cocking his head to the side slightly as he looked at me.

“You’re Rafe Cameron. I’m a Pogue. There has to be a catch somewhere. There always is with you.”

Rafe simply leaned back on the log. “No catch, just don’t tell anyone.”

I quirked my eyebrows at him, still feeling a bit sketched out by this whole situation but simply plopped into the sand in front of him. “Alright then talk Cameron.”

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The hours seemed to race by as I talked to Rafe. Things had started off strange, Rafe switching back and forth from talking about how hard his life was and his relationship with his father was, and insulting me and my friends. I stayed, at first mostly because he had practically kidnapped me and I had no other way to leave, but then because I actually felt a sense of pity for the dirty blonde.

In turn, during the periods where he would clam up again, I would share bits and pieces of my life. Telling him how my Dad had promised it was the last time, again, and how I knew it wouldn’t last because it never did, or how weird it felt being the one to keep down the fort all the time, paying the bills so that I would actually have electricity and water and a place to live.

A long six hours later, the sun had set and Rafe Cameron and I were actually speaking to each other like normal acquaintances, not really relying on insults and general rudeness. It was definitely weird, having Rafe not act like a total douchebag to me, but it was something I was secretly hoping to see more of. I was scared though, of how quickly he had opened up to me and let the walls fall, and even more so of how quickly I let him in.

Rafe Cameron was a dangerous man who does not actually care about me, was the phrase I kept repeating to myself as I listened to the hardships of his life. He was cruel and untrustworthy, and only doing this for his own personal gain.

Rafe was in the middle of ranting about how he knew his dad was gonna be on his ass again because he’d used the generator money on a new bike instead of using it on what it was supposed to be used on, when my phone chimed. Rafe paused, his face souring as he looked at me.

I simply rolled my eyes as I fished my phone out of my apron and clicked it on.

Notifications:

Messages : JOHN B!! :) : SOS!! WE THINK WE KNOW WHAT REDFIELD IS, HEADING TO COUNTRY CLUB TO GET YOU.

“Oh fuck.” I said, standing, brushing sand off of me. “We gotta go, Cameron. I don’t think either of us want John B questioning why we were together, and he’s on his way to get me from the club.”

Rafe frowned, standing from his seat on the log, moving across the sand back towards where he had parked. “Why the fuck is John B coming to get you?”

I rolled my eyes as I trailed behind him. “That, Rafe Cameron, Is none of your business.”

Rafe clenched his jaw, unlocking the truck as we piled back in. “It is now. I don’t need you running your mouth about my shit to those dirty fucking Pogue friends of yours.”

I simply rolled my eyes, choosing to ignore his comments as we raced back to the club, eager to beat John B and the crew there.

Really, what had I gotten myself into.

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reminiscing (fans 2)

dreamwastaken x streamer!reader

genre: angst pronouns: they / them word count: 2.1k warning(s): failed relationship, cursing

fans (part 1)

synopsis: after taking 6 months off from social media, you finally explain to your fans why you took so long and why you needed it.

go live. *click*

you watched as your chat strolled in and viewer count go up. your computer screen illuminating your face in the dark room as your webcam caught the nervous look. you were shaking your leg up and down, a habit you caught whenever you tried to calm yourself down. 

“hi everyone, it’s been a while since my last stream, huh?” you dryly chuckled. “it’s been about.. 6 months since i last streamed and at this point i think i’ve taken enough time to correctly word how i’m going to tell everyone why i decided to take a break from streaming.” you said looking down at the ground and fiddling with your fingers.

“uh, donation notifications will be off for this stream and chat will be on emotes only because i really just want to focus on getting this out. but if you plan on donating, thank you so much, really, it means the world to me.” you said finally looking at your webcam and smiling a bit. you read a chat and answer, “yes, i’m doing okay. i just have a big announcement i want to say after i tell you guys why i took a break.”

you took a deep breath in and started. “ over a year ago, almost 2, i met this guy through a friend and we started talking. it was very little at the beginning but as little as it was, his texts always made me smile.” you scratched the back of your neck. “and as time went on, we started talking more and more and he just became part of my daily routine. when i woke up i’d see a good morning text from him, we’d spend most of our day being on the phone with each other, i was even on facetime with him most of my streams but i had an airpod under my headset so you couldn’t really see it, i almost always fell asleep on facetime with him. i really fell for this guy.” you fondly smiled, looking at your desk, where your phone used to be propped up and you would see clays face just looking at you.

“then we started streaming together. ‘omg he’s a streamer too’ yeah, and a lot of you probably know who i’m talking about at this point but i still won’t disclose who it is. i uh, got a lot of messages from you guys telling me that i looked super happy that stream and i was. i was always happy when i talked to him. but along with those messages i also got a lot of hate, telling me to stay away from him. it didn’t really bother me because i always get hate when i stream with my guy friends; i was used to it.” you said, taking a sip from your water then wiping the side of your eye as it teared up. 

“and today... i’ll be going on the dream smp! with the man himself, dream. dream, say hi now.” you introduced, you waited a few seconds but was only met with silence. you grabbed your phone and sent him a voice message, “clay! you’re on deafen! introduce yourself!” you screamed into your phone. dream then took himself off deafen and said. “hi (y/s/n)’s chat! i’m dream, i’ll be showing (y/n) around the smp today and we’re gonna get started on their house.” you smiled fondly when you heard him speak. “yeah! what dream said!” 

so you both logged into the dream smp, said hi to sapnap, and dream gave you a tour. you then started building your house in a forest, quite far from everyone else, “i don’t want anyone bothering you or ruining your house when you’re not on.” he explained. you told dream you wanted to build a cottage so if anyone does end up stumbling upon it, it looks welcoming to them. so dream started building your house for you even though you insisted you do it together. “dream! let me help, this is supposed to be my house.” you dragged. “well we can both decorate inside and make it our house.” you started blushing. “i guess..” you mumbled. you then started adventuring out to look for flowers and some things to decorate the house with.

you started placing flowers down into flower pots when you noticed something. “dream there’s only one bedroom.” you mentioned. he slowly turned around to look at you and quickly turned back and placed two beds next to each other. “this is our room, dumbass.”

later that night you checked your twitter dms and saw many people telling you to stop talking to dream and that you weren’t good enough to even know him. you sighed and powered down your phone.

“i think a few weeks after that he asked me if i could fly out to him and we’d meet in person. i was so excited i immediately started packing and i met him. it was amazing! i got to meet the guy i’ve been in love with for the past few months. i think it may have been a year already. but yeah, i finally got to meet him and being in his arms was the best feeling in the world, i felt so safe being with him.”

“it was the day after that, when he asked me on a date and i, of course, said yes. like who would say no to the person they fell in love with... so we went on a date and at the end of it we were just sitting on top of the hood of the car, eating dinner, watching the sunset and talking about a future we wanted together. and it may seem like we were moving fast but i knew 7 months into talking to him that he felt the same way about me. no matter if either of us disclosed it. i could tell and i knew he knew the same about me. then i went home and everything was perfect, i wasn’t his girlfriend yet though because we wanted to wait a bit.”

“that’s when everything went downhill, i think” you looked up to try to stop the tears from going down your face, but they fell anyways so you just let it be.

“we started streaming more and more and i started getting more hate than i usually got, this time getting death threats, people threatening to leak my address if i didn’t stop being friends with him. it was crazy but i was willing to endure it all for him. who cares what people on the internet are going to say to me? i really didn’t because i was happy enough with him that, that happiness overcame whatever type of hate i was getting.” tears kept falling from your eyes but you didn’t bother to wipe it, knowing it would just keep happening.

“dude you’re so annoying! you definitely cheated!” you screamed as you died. through your headset you could hear clay wheezing. “there was no way i was cheating!” he said through his laughs. “ask my chat, they saw the whole thing.” you breathed out, not wanting to believe him till a dono was sent to you, “yeah, (y/n) you just suck at this game,” you gasped, your jaw hanging then you started pouting. it was clipped and one of your viewers sent it to dream. he suddenly started laughing harder and you asked him why he was laughing, with a pout still on your face. “even your chat knows i didn’t cheat!” you started laughing too, till you read a message in the chat saying, “ew, their laugh is ugly. i don’t know why dream likes them.” you stopped laughing but kept a fake smile on your face.

“then he called me and he told me that he didn’t think we should be dating anymore, or even be friends. and i think it was because he saw the hate i was getting and he didn’t like that. he told me a different reason as to why he didn’t think we should date anymore but i didn’t believe it, but i let him go. because i was not going to force him to be with me if he really did mean it. “ you said, sniffling after so you didn’t sound too congested as you spoke.

after you hung up, you curled into a ball and cried. you cried, and cried, and cried. the feeling in your chest hurting more than you could ever imagine. you just lost the guy you wanted to marry, the guy you had spent over a year going to because of your problems, the guys you saw having kids with, the guy that made everything worth it. he was the only person on your mind as the pain in your chest grew. you tweeted and powered your phone off straight after. you didn’t want anyone messaging you asking what was wrong, knowing your friends they would do that. 

“so the reason i took a break from streaming was because of that. because i resented the people that sent me hate so much i couldn’t bring myself to stream. i didn’t resent them because they sent me hate. i resent them because the hate they sent me caused the guy i really wanted to be with to make me believe he didn’t love me like i love him.” now, you were sobbing, letting your cry’s out because you had been holding them in for too long. 

it had been a few months and you were on snapchat, seeing that you had a memory a year ago today, you checked it. “i think i literally met my soulmate.” with a picture of you and clay in a discord call. your breath got caught in your throat and your breathing became labored. your eyes started stinging as the tears started falling. it’s happening again, all the pain from the day you stopped talking to him came back and once again, you were crying into your hands and you couldn’t stop.

“i had always known that becoming a streamer i would get hate, but i never thought that i would get enough hate to prevent a relationship i really wanted to work. now all i do is reminisce of a guy i wish could be mine”

“streaming has brought me so many opportunities and i am so grateful for everything you guys have done for me, and for me to be able to do something i love and make money from it is insane to me. you guys have given me everything i ever wanted in life up until that point and i am so grateful and appreciative of that. you guys gave me friendships that i will never lose and never forget. so many of you have told me that i’ve saved you and changed your lives but trust me when i say you guys have saved me and changed my life too. i hope i repaid you back by making you smile, being your comfort streamer, and being a support system for each of you. but i think this is my end of the road. i fucking love streaming, i love you guys. but every time i click that “go live” button or even try to, all i think about is him and that’s too painful for me right now. maybe in the future i’ll find my way back here but i can’t promise that.”

“thank you guys, so, so, so, so, much for every single opportunity given to me, for everything. i love you all. my dms are still open. and this was (y/s/n), signing off for possibly the last time. goodbye everyone.”

end stream. *click*

a tear rolling down his face and falling onto his keyboard as he watched you finally say goodbye to your stream. it all just felt like you were saying your last goodbye to him again. 

for the last 6 months all clay could do was think about you and how he wished he just messaged you and told you he was sorry and didn’t mean what he said. that he misses you and he would quit streaming if that meant he could be with you. that all he wanted was to feel you in his arms again and just live out the future you two planned together. 

but if you just said goodbye to your chat for your last stream because you couldn’t stand the thought of him whenever you tried to stream. how could you ever forgive him?

the thought of never speaking to you hit him once more and again, he cried, sobbed, screamed, threw things, and even then, he knew.. you would never be coming back to him, with every fiber in his being, wishing you would.

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Neighbours {Uno}

Uno x Male Reader

Anime: Nanbaka

Warnings: Uhm, this one might be weirdly written...

Masterlist

Originally Posted on January 4, 2021

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"Ow! That was really unnecessary!" You yelled at who you know as Supervisor Sugoroku. "It was more than necessary considering you're being a pain." He said locking the cell you were thrown in. You groaned and explored your cell a bit.

Building 13, cell 12, inmate number (#)

(F/N) (L/N)

You sighed as you laid down in the middle of the room, not knowing what to do since you knew you were being watched extra considering this was the third building you've been transferred to. You started out in building 5 with Samon but it quickly turned out that you really liked to slip out of his grasp and run off to building 3.

Kiji didn't mind too much that you got transferred into his building considering you always called him out if his makeup was off or fading. He really appreciated you for that until you offered to do his makeup and make him look like a clown. Or at least more of one than he already was.

Finally you were transferred to building 13. That was where you would be from now on considering Supervisor Sugoroku wouldn't take any of your shit. You were told about the boys in the next cell over but didn't really think it was true until you heard the alarm go off. You scrambled to your feet to see what was going on and saw the four infamous inmates run by. The guy with long pink and blonde braided hair really caught your eye.

"How does someone even get hair that long.." You asked yourself softly. Right as you said that, the supervisor ran by. "I can see why they put me here." You said out loud as you laid out your blanket. It was getting late so you decided to just try and sleep.

Before you drifted off into the only peaceful place in this prison, you heard a faint, "Hajime, you didn't tell us we have a new neighbor!"

~The Next Morning~

You felt something poking your face, thinking it was your cell mate so you just ignored it.

Wait.. I don't have a cell mate anymore.

You shot up and slapped the hand away, becoming defensive and glaring at the person who was poking you. "Jeez man chill! I thought you died in your sleep or something, we've been here for a while now." You noticed it was the blonde from yesterday. Looking around him you saw the other three guys he was running with.

"I have two questions. How the hell did you get in here and why." You more or less stated than asked. "Well, my pal Jyugo here is the key to the world so we slipped out of our cell, as usual, and snuck into yours while you were sleeping!" You tilted your head slightly and raised a brow. "So you're saying hes good a lock picking?" The boy with green hair nodded. "Yup!"

"Now, why are you four in here again?" You said looking around, seeing their numbers. "15, 11, 25, and 69. So you four are the ones that are always trying to escape right?" 11 nodded. "And we came in to see who you were, Hajime didn't tell us we had a new neighbor." "I can understand why he didn't say anything.." You mumbled. "Hey I heard that! It wasn't even my idea." 69 said crossing his arms.

"Yeah, it was all Uno's idea!" 25 said copying 69's pose. "I'm guessing that's you." You said pointing to the mentioned male. "That's him." 15 said. "Anyway, now that you know why we're here, mind introducing yourself?" Uno said sitting next to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulder. You instantly tensed up and tried to push him away but he didn't budge.

"So.. My options are respond to the questions or wait till the Supervisor comes.." You accidentally said out loud. "I mean, pretty much." 15 said. You sighed and said, "(Y/N). I'm a transfer from building 3. Number (#)." 11's eyes widened slightly. "Wait you came from building 3?" You nodded. "I was originally from building 5."

"That's crazy. What did you do to get transferred twice?" 69 asked. "Well I liked to run away from Samon to building 3 so they shoved me there with Kiji." You said shrugging. 11 still hung on your shoulder as you talked, staring at the side of your face. You could feel his eyes watching your mouth move. "In few words, I made Kiji look like a clown. And that's how I got here."

You stood up leaving 11 on the bed behind you. "Mind telling my your names since this is my cell after all?" You said standing by the window. "My name's Nico!" The boy with green hair perked up. "This is Rock, Jyugo, and Uno." He said pointing to each as he said their name. You turned your head to Jyugo and analyzed his face. He looked uncomfortable as you stared him down.

You did the same to the other three. Rock didn't seem fazed by the staring and Nico just smiled brightly at you. Uno on the other hand just smirked at you. "Like what you see?" He asked, the cocky tone in his voice showing clearly. "No." You said straight faced. A look of hurt quickly replaced his smirk.

I love what I see.

You went back over to window and stared out of it. "We should get back before someone comes by." Uno said, sounding hurt by your words but clearly trying to cover it so no one would ask. "Bye (Y/N)!" Nico said as they walked out. "Uno, quit being so pouty." Rock said once they were outside. They said something else but you didn't hear. You yawned and continued to look out the window until one of the guards came by.

"(#), its time to go eat." They said unlocking your cell. You nodded and held out your hands to be cuffed. The bluenette looked at your hands before looking back at you. "Just come on." He said leading you to the cafeteria. Once you entered you looked around and noticed the boys from cell 13 sitting down and eating. You didn't want to bug them so you found a different spot before going to get some food.

After getting your meal of choice, you sat down at the empty table and started to eat. Damn, this is way better than the other buildings.. You thought to yourself as you continued to eat. While you did so, you didn't notice the pair of blue eyes staring at you again. It's a lot calmer here, kinda nice.. You scanned the room and looked at the people who stayed in the same building as you. While your eyes were examining your surroundings you locked eyes with a certain someone you didn't expect to be staring.

The both of you stared at each other before you broke eye contact, a slight blush on your face. Even though you two were a distance away you could see his eyes perfectly. You reached into your pocket and pulled out a gemstone, almost identical to his eye color. You quickly slipped it back into your pocket once you heard footsteps growing closer. "Hey neighbor~" Uno said sitting close to you, close enough your sides were touching.

"What do you want." You said as you continued to eat. "So cold. I was wondering what you just slipped back into your pocket." He said sneakily reaching to grab it out of your pocket while you ate. "Uno don't even try." You said looking over to him. The both of you locked eyes again and he was the one who broke the gaze. "What? I wasn't trying anything!" He said acting as if he did nothing. "Suure.." You said as you started to eat again.

The two of you were quiet for a moment before he spoke up. "Did you really mean what you said earlier?" He asked with his head laying on the table. You looked over to him, surprised by his calm tone. It was silent for a second before you answered. "Yeah, I just think you took it in a different way than I intended." His head tilted slightly as he looked at you from the table top. "What do you mean by that?"

"Think about it. If someone said no to liking something whats the other reason they would say no? And I don't mean because they dislike it." You said while you finish what you had. Uno looked confused as he thought. "I still don't get what you mean." He said looking at you again.

"Do you believe in love at first sight?"

Uno had a shocked yet understanding look on his face. "I'm guessing it finally clicked." You said smirking. "Alright! Back to your cells!" One of the gaurds yelled. You stood up to throw your plate away but Uno stopped you. "I'll be at your cell in a few." You raised a brow and rolled your eyes as he walked off to join the others. You did the same and headed back to your cell.

Once you got back to your cell you went to your bed to sit and read. You chose a random book and started to read. A slight breeze made its way past you, causing you to shiver. Its way colder here. You thought as you continued to read. As you got lost in the sea of words you were pulled out of it when your door opened. Uno and Jyugo were standing there. "Thanks Jyugo!" Uno said walking in. Jyugo just nodded and shut the door behind Uno and walked back to his cell.

You marked your place and set it aside as Uno joined you on the bed. "So what did you come here for?" You asked looking over to him. "I never answered your question!" He said with a smile on his face. "Which one?" You asked tilting your head slightly. "You really forgot? This just happened." He said getting a bit closer. You backed up slightly only for him to keep getting closer. Eventually you ended up against the wall and Uno had you trapped under him.

"What are y--!!" Uno closed the gap between the two of you with a kiss. Your eyes widened slightly as a blush dusted your cheeks. You didn't kiss back due to shock. He pulled away and looked into your eyes, his blue ones showing brightly. "Yes, I do believe in love at first sight." He said kissing you again. You closed your eyes and kissed back. You could feel him smirk against your lips before he pulled away.

You blushed and looked away from him. "I'm gonna get going before I get in trouble." He said getting up and walking over to the door. "See ya later!~" He said walking out.

You glared at the door and rolled your eyes. Reaching into your pocket you felt that the gemstone wasn't there. "You piece of shit!" You yelled going to the door. Uno just laughed and went back into his cell. "Y'know Uno, that looks just like your eyes!" You heard Nico say. "Yeah, it kinda does! No wonder he likes me so much." Uno said just loud enough for you to hear, knowing you were still listening. You groaned and laid down on the bed.

Stupid cute asshole

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in your eyes | m

pairing: jungkook x female reader!

genre: smut, fluff, angst, college au, fratboy jk! ex-fuckboy jk! bookworm reader! friends to lovers!

warnings: language, insecurity, drinking, dom jungkook! fingering in public, exhibitionism, female masturbation, grinding, oral (m), dirty talk, light choking, degrading (slut/whore), squirting, creampie, unprotected sex (both are clean but stay safe), bathroom sex, riding, pinning.

word count: 10.6k+

synopsis: jungkook always sees you like the only girl in the world, and you just see him as a fuckboy. OR jungkook just wants a chance🥺

↳ a/n: first time i ever write a fic or smut please enjoy🤧 

You were only sixteen when you met him. He stepped into the classroom in all dark baggy clothes in an uneasy walk. At first glance you would of thought he was a timid person. Wrong, under all of that bullshit you see an egoistic and self-assured asshole that you're somehow happy to call your friend. You even learned that it was facade. Jungkook was a boy with a good heart who always remained loyal to all of his friends.

Jungkook just turned seventeen when he met you, noticing you straight away when you had a nice sense of fashion. You always had on an accessory that matched with the color of your shirt or jeans. You also always wore a bit of bright colors in your outfits. The bright unique makeup is what caught his attention too. He was proud to call you his friend.

When you both happily entered the same college along with your best friend Hayoon, everything changed. He began hanging out with a new group of friends, they were all older than them and deeply influenced him. He joined a fraternity then and began spending less time with you. He only came over to study or celebrate your birthday. His busyness merely reminded you how he preferred to spend his time hooking up with random girls every week rather than play board games with you or rant to him about your new book you were reading.

You don't exactly remember when he started but you do remember all the girls that talked about how amazing he was in bed which solely added more uncertainty on you. You even walked in on him and a freshman girl going at it in one of the sorority’s room at a party you were both attending.

The memory of when he started crushing on you was foggy to you but he always remembered it in a flash. It was when he had a taekwondo match, where circumstantially Jungkook's girlfriend, who wasn't really his girlfriend, at the time couldn't make it. His hopes were put down by the thought of someone not supporting him, since he always tried his best with his own cheerleader being there.

In the middle of the match, his eyes scanned the bleachers, wishing for someone to be there. His wishes were granted as he saw you there. Standing awkwardly, you gave him a little wave with a smile. His chest heaved in glee, sending you a quick smile before he returned to his match.

The sound of you screaming his name when he won, put a enormous smile on his face. Jungkook watched you run down the bleachers, apologizing to all the people you were bumping through. You leaped into his arms easily.

Your next words to him were a blur since Jungkook was too focused on just having you in his arms. He was grinning happily at you, hair sticking to his forehead. His heart heaved with warmth as you hugged him tightly.

He was twenty-one and you were twenty when he realized he had a crush on you.

You were seventeen when you realized you liked him.

But you were nineteen when you realized you would never be good enough for him.

"He then had the audacity to ask me if I slept with anyone else! The nerve of that guy," you felt like your ear was going to bleed out just by listening to your best friend blabber about her ex-boyfriend.

"Why don't you just stop talking to him? I don't know...block his number or something?" you suggested, very uninterested in this conversation about her ex-boyfriend contacting her. She could simply just block him out her life and be done with him. 

You stared at the worn out rubber of the tip of your black converse. She popped the gum in her mouth, the sound became annoying to you. Hayoon squinted her eyes at you, trying to find something to say to argue back to you. She instead changed the subject. "Where were you on Saturday?"

"Studying like the rest of the students here," you moved to rest your weight onto your right leg. "I just can't seem to understand how finals are coming up and some people are out here partying? The library was packed when I got there."

"Yeah well I wouldn't know because I didn't go," she grinned at you. "Instead I went to a party because I'm not a loser like you!" Hayoon giggled to herself and you rolled your eyes. "Also," she popped the gum loudly. "Jungkook was asking for you. Calling for his dream girl. . .or something like that—I don't know can't remember—too drunk you know?"

Your ears perked up to that. "Really?" you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear that got in the way and leaned forward. "Did you remember why he was looking for me?"

Hayoon grinned again. "Even if I do know why would you care? Don't you hate him or something?" she smiled evilly and threw her head back.

You froze and leaned back to your seat. You know what she was trying to do and it was never going to happen.

You were never going to give Jeon Jungkook a chance.

Jungkook stumbled into the library, eyes searching for you immediately. There was nearly a crowd of students that were preparing for finals. "Hey have you guys seen Y/N?" he asked a study group. A girl in your class answered him, telling him that you were somewhere by the windows.

Of course you were, he thought to himself. You would be seated at your usual spot. He walked over to the windows and spotted you straight away. Watching your figure become closer as he walked further, he took the sandwich out of his bag. "Hey Y/N!" you already knew that voice. You looked up at Jungkook. As usual he looked drop-dead gorgeous. He wore his usual dark baggy outfit, a black cargo jogger and a much darker hoodie with some black combat boots. He was showing off his helix piercing and his fresh new haircut.

"Nice haircut," you referred to his undercut and the fact that he was showing forehead. "Seems like you spent a lot of time on it."

"Yeah! Just for you," he smiled, his cheeks being pushed up. You let out a heavy sigh, clearly not in the mood for his flirtatiousness. "Got you a sandwich, by the way," he laid it in front of you.

You let out a small smile and took it from him, trying not to show how your mouth got watery so quickly. "Thanks, you didn't have to though," he shook his head.

"I don't want you starving to death," he sat down next to you, shoulder pressing against yours. "What are you studying for?" his nose nuzzled your ear. You rolled your eyes and shoved him away, ignoring the goosebumps his warm breath caused.

"Just getting my notes ready. Wanna highlight or color code it but feel like it's going to fuck up everything. Also don't wanna be those fucking girls that always have to make their fucking notes pretty. Also, do I look tired?" he studied your face for any features that made you seem exhausted. "I was up till two in morning watching these two Indian guys build a pool."

His eyes lit up. "Oh my god, I come across from those too."

"I know they came up all over my fucking Youtube recommendations. I got sucked into binge watching them. It makes me feel fucking lazy to be honest, the amount of fucking water they carry back and forth. I wouldn’t be able to do that.”

Jungkook snickered and made a note of how much you swore. "I need to make a swear jar for you. You swear too much."

"Not even," you laughed back at him and nudged his shoulder. "I'm just a little frustrated and stressed right now," his gaze dropped on the purple pins in your hair, holding each side of your hair. "I called my mom and she said to not stress over this, but you know how I get," you frowned and turned to him. He finally took in your appearance. Your bright purple eyeshadow with purple gems adorning the top of it. You wore a purple flare pants and a white long sleeved, deep v-line crop top. His eyes dropped down to your cleavage, trying to see if you had a bra on.

"Holy shit Y/N!" the students around him shushed him. He burned up and muttered a sorry to them, you giggled at how embarrassed he looked. "You look amazing. What's the special occasion?"

"Nothing," you shook your head, a smile still on your face. "Can't I dress up once in awhile?" Jungkook raised an eyebrow at you, knowing that you normally only wear outfits like this when they’re new or it’s the first week of school. "Okay," you dragged your word out. "I got this outfit last week and really wanted to use it today. It's cute right?"

"Yeah, really cute," he toyed with your hair pins, messing up your hair.

Neglecting his comment, you carried on. "I even got up in early in the morning to do my makeup. If I'm gonna show up wearing a new outfit, I might as well have a cute ass face to go with it," you frowned when you remembered something. "And I realized I don't have different color hair pins, they're all purple so thank fuck the fucking pants are purple."

"Well I think you look very cute, Y/N. Boop!" he poked your nose gently. You swatted his hand away, warning him to stop but all you're given is a large bunny smile. "Come on, eat your sandwich. I didn't just come all the way over here searching for you just to talk to you."

"Actually you did bitch."

"Oof, swear jar," he rested his palm out in front you. You took a bite out of the sandwich, placing a quarter on his palm. "No a dollar, Y/N."

"No! What the fuck—wait!" he held out his palm again. "That's not fucki—hold up, you can't just say a dollar," you whined and grabbed your bag. "I don't have money growing out of my ass."

"I don't know that yet. I'm gonna have to check to make sure," you threw a dollar at him. He laughed and picked it up.

"I know your kind," you spatted at him and tossed the other two dollars at him which he easily caught. "Wanna drain my f-freaking bank account."

"Oh come on, I want you to be my sugar mama," he jested, leaning forward to give you a huge smug.

"Sucks to be you actually. I'm looking to be a sugar baby, not a sugar mama," you glanced over your shoulder towards him. His laugh echoed and you watched as students gave him a dirty look from how loud it was.

"Of course. You're the brokest bitch in the city no one actually wants you to be their sugar mama," you gasped at his words.

"Am not!"

"Are so!" you both laughed at each other. His hand searched for yours underneath the table. He must've noticed how tensed up you had gotten when he found it, managing to wrap your smaller fingers into his. "I've been meaning to talk to you by the way."

You groaned, knowing where this will be going. "Jungkook, stop I'm not in the mood," you caught a quick glimpse of the time. "Look, I have to go, my bus will be coming soon." You don't let him mention anything else. Bolting out of the library, you leave a crestfallen Jungkook behind.

He shook his head and took the half eaten sandwich you also left behind. He trailed behind you, backpack threatening to fall down his arm. You proceeded to walk to the bus stop, Jungkook just close behind. "Didn't see you at the party on Saturday?" the voice came from behind you. You opt to ignore it but by the sound of his voice it was easy to tell that he has been dying to ask this question. When you didn't answer him, he tried again. "Seriously where were you on Saturday?"

You sunk down on the bench. "None of your business."

"Well, I was kind of worried about you. I thought you were going to be there so that's why I came," he took a seat right besides you. "Once I saw you weren't there, I left."

"I was at the library studying for finals," you weren't sure why you were telling him this.  After his little confession your heart felt weird. If you hadn't told him though, he probably would've guessed it. Still, he needed confirmation.

"What? Why didn't you tell me? We could’ve studied together!" he complained, nudging his shoulder with yours.

"Jungkook stop, I know what you're doing," you glared at him, wanting to get away. He frowned and reached over to hold you. "I already told you no," you hissed, disregarding the way his eyes appeared sunken at your response.

"Why not? I already told you, I'm not messing around anymore. I genuinely want to settle down with someone," he stared into your eyes with such intensity you felt like your brain was going to explode. Your ears took in his words slowly. "I want to be with you."

"Jungkook, please—"

"Come on, one date. I swear to god I've changed," he ranted. He's always been very keen on having a chance with you, but with all those girls that he used to take home you felt otherwise. You would listen to the girls on how good Jungkook was. How good he looked at night in the dark moonlight. How he would manhandle them in random places. How his muscles would appear every time he flexed them. How those hips of his were a miracle. You would be lying to yourself if you said you didn't ever want to see him that way too.

"I'm flattered, I really am—I just really don't want to be with someone like you. I'm sorry," you apologized, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear.

He blinked then squinted his eyes at you. "What do you mean someone like me?" He sounded somewhat offended at your words.

"You used to fuck around!" you fumed and threw your hands up. The bus was coming down the road towards the two of you. "I don't like that."

"Why not?" He's way too stubborn to let you go, you forgot.

"Because...I just don't okay? Lets leave it there," you stood up and walked over to the bus once it opened its doors. He followed close behind. Before you can enter your dollar into the machine, he does it for you.

The bus driver smiled at him while you glared at him. You walked to the back of the bus, smiling to all the other passengers but secretly upset. Jungkook still followed you like a lost puppy. You slid down in the seat. Your left arm feeling the side of the bus once you properly sat down. "Here, I'll pay you back," you hold out the dollar bill but he sat still in his seat.

"Well shit, sugar mama not right now," You sighed and put it back in your bag. You heard him snort.

"Come on, tell me why you won't give me a chance and I'll leave you alone," he offered. He held your eyes for a moment before you let out a breath of air and looked away.

If he’ll leave you alone, then you must have to say why you won’t grant him a chance with you, a chance for him to become your boyfriend.

"I'm too insecure for you," he opened his mouth but you shushed him. "I'm not...how do I put this? I'm not like them?" you questioned and glanced over at him. He had a look of worry washed all over his face. "The girls that you were with are those who are all popular, party all day, and are very attractive. They all do casual sex, and I don't want be that type of person, I want something serious. Like you have dated Soojin! She's really pretty, makes me gay even," you chuckled at yourself. "That's not the point though. If I'm with you, all I could ever think about is the girls you were with and how different I am from them. I just can't be with someone when all I'll ever think about are my insecurities with them. So how could I possibly ever be good enough for you?" you don't look at him after that.

He sighed and gripped your small hand into his. You almost cringed when you remembered how sweaty your hands were. "That's why I'm after you though. You're not like them. I wanted a change. You are good enough, you'll always be good enough for me. Hell, I feel like I’m not good enough for you. And I really don't care if you're any of that other stuff. I still want to have a shot with you." you don't realize how long you both were holding eye contact. The two of you don't look away from each other however. You don’t even comprehend how close you two have gotten. He reached over to push back a strand of your hair behind your ear. Your breath hitched.

"I don't know Jungkook, I'm just really unsure," you admitted and leaned back in your seat to create some distance between you two. "My mind isn't clear right now but I highly doubt I would want to give you a chance."

"Really? You don't want me?" he bit his lip and glanced over at you. "How can I change your mind?" you stopped functioning when he reached over to press up against your thigh. His fingers travelled over to your inner thigh. He kept rubbing circles around there for a few minutes, hand drawing closer each time. Your cheeks grew crimson once you wrapped your mind around on how wet you become so quickly, and he barely even touched you what an embarrassment.

You were only getting aroused quickly because of how long your dry spell was. You haven’t being touched in so long that you craved it so much, no matter who it was with.

"What are you doing?" you hated how you felt so hot under his eyes at the moment. He brushed you aside until you repeated your question again.

"Nothing," his lips curved upwards. He faced forward, ignoring the fact that his hand was practically between your legs.

"Jungkook, stop that!" you hissed and whacked his hand away. He withdrew his hand from your inner thigh but still kept it at the top of your thigh. His thumb gently tracing circles into your skin.

"Bet you're fucking wet under that," he commented. You caught his stare, watching his eyes fixed on your cleavage. A smile forms across his face when he takes notice of how you're rubbing your thighs together. "Don't be scared, I'll go easy on you. You wearing those pink panties that I love on you?"

You knew what he was referring to. Leaving your laundry on your bed wasn't a good idea especially when an excited Jungkook was coming over to watch a new episode of You, but he didn't give you time to pick it up so your baby pink lace underwear was out on the sheets. "Shut up. I'm not going to let you do shit," you furiously crossed your arms over your chest. His eyes flickered back down to your breasts that were shoved up into a tighter position.

"Really? You say that but you're on the verge of asking me to touch you. I know it, Y/N," you bit your lip hard to avoid saying something. You heard him laugh. "It's okay, no one will notice, if you're a good slut and keep your mouth shut." Your eyes widened at his words.

You’ve never been called a degrading name in bed. With the two boyfriends you’ve been with, they always called you loving names that had gotten boring quick as well as their vanilla sex. Yet somehow it stirred you up at the thought of being called a slut, especially Jungkook calling you that.

But it was almost like a completely different Jungkook had surfaced. You knew he was some sort of sex god but didn't expect him to have such a dirty mouth. You decided to test the waters. A little fun wouldn’t hurt.

You spread your legs a little wider, inviting him to get closer. He stared into your eyes as you stared down at his hand. "Unbutton your pants," he demanded. Your eyes expanded even more at his words. You were just thinking of getting him eager not to do something here.

You looked around to see if anyone could see or hear you two but they were all facing forward and minding their own business. Your hands went to unbutton your pants, pushing your zipper down. "Open your legs," you did as you were told. "Wider, wider," your right leg rested on top of his muscular thigh. "You wet enough?" he asked, reaching down to your core. You shivered when his hand entered your underwear. He sinks his two fingers in and you whined. He took his fingers out, gazing on the glistening wetness on it.

"Dirty fucking slut," he murmured and dig his fingers back into you. You gripped his wrist harshly but encouraged him to add more fingers. He complied and proceeded to finger you in the back of the bus. "Never thought I would finger the girl of my dreams in the back of the bus," he chuckled as he heard you calling out his name. "You gotta be quiet if you don't wanna get caught." he teased softly. He pounded his fingers into you faster. His eyes laying upon your furrowed eyebrows and bitten lip. You began to nudge into his fingers, meeting him halfway with the movement of your hips. Your grip on his wrist tightened as he touched your clit with the tip of his finger. He snorted and proceeded to move against you, ignoring his hardness that was forming in his pants. You threw your head back and stared up at the ceiling. You bit your lip hard, almost drawing blood.

Jungkook clutched your knee, forcing you to open wider. You raked over the passengers in the seat, who are still unaware of you getting fingered at the back of the bus. You moaned into his hoodie. You let go of his wrist to hold his bicep. He looked down at you. He reached over to cup your face, bringing your lips to meet his. You’re taken back a little but nonetheless you open your mouth to tempt him to slid his mouth in. He fulfilled your craving. The two of you looked like random teenagers making out in the back but what they couldn't see was his fingers stuck up your wet core.

"Jesus fucking Christ," you said under your breath, pulling away from his redden lips. His fingers pounded brutally into you. He showed no sign of slowing down.

"You make a fucking noise and I swear to god I will take you on this bus full of people. I don't give a fuck, Y/N," your pussy quenched around him at that. Your wetness glimmered on his fingers.

"Oh my god, Jungkook, oh my god," you moaned against his neck. Hiding your face from him, you picked up the pace of your hips. "Uh—fuck, holy shit do that again," you referred to him touching your clit. He does that again. "Oh fuck," you whimpered when you felt an uneasy feeling building up within you. "I'm gonna fucking cum."

"Yeah? That fucking early? I knew your little pussy wouldn't be able to take it," Jungkook's lips formed a smirk. "And this is just with my fingers babe. Bet you can't handle my dick," you ignored him. You sobbed into his neck and leaned up to kiss him in efforts to silence your moans, cumming hard all over his fingers. It takes two minutes before you released Jungkook from the kiss. He drew his hand away from your skirt and made sure you were holding eye contact with him when he cleaned his fingers with his tongue.

You gulped. Reality finally hit you. You had let Jungkook finger you in the back of the bus. 

You pushed back against your seat and looked around to see if anyone was looking. Everyone on the bus was still unaware and you felt like you can breathe again. "Holy shit I can not believe we just did that," you brushed your hair back, somewhat disappointed at yourself for not stopping him.

Jungkook's smile surfaced. "I can't believe you just let me do that. Wanna return the favor?" he asks jokingly but watched your face to see if you were willing to suck him off. His hopes are put down when a frown appeared on your face and he could tell you wouldn't feel comfortable with that. "Joking babe."

"Don't call me that, please," you stressed. "This was a mistake, seriously don't ever speak of this with any of your friends. We're not going to speak of it either."

"I wasn't even going to," he muttered and looked away. "Funny how it's a mistake, Y/N, when you were over here telling me to keep going."

You fanned yourself, flapping your hand back and forth in front of your face. Jungkook looked at the layer of sweat near your hairline that glistened under the sunlight. "Stop, it was in the heat of the moment. It seriously was a mistake," he opened his mouth but you carried on. "Especially in the back of the bus, oh god, I'm really disappointed in myself," you zipped up your flare pants, not minding that your underwear is sticking to you.

"And I'm really disappointed in you too, for not giving me a chance," Jungkook said with knitted eyebrows. You sit away from him, making sure there was a good amount of space between the two of you. "Oh are you just going to ignore me now?" he isn't given a response, your tongue knotted together in your mouth. "So that's how it's gonna be now?"

You gathered your bag. The bus curving towards the upcoming bus stop. "This is my stop," you disclosed. He captured your forearm which quickly caught your attention.

"Don't be like this, Y/N." You shrug him off and walked out of the bus, leaving Jungkook and his gloomy thoughts behind.

"Shut up, stop playing with me!" Hayoon exclaimed, her eyes glimmered with interest as you filled her in on the day before. "You did not let Jungkook finger you on the back of the bus," she laughed out loud at her sentence, still not believing the words coming out of your mouth. You groaned and sunk your head back down on the table. "I mean gross, but hey, you're catching dick."

"I'm not catching dick, and stop saying it's gross it makes me even more disappointed in myself."

"I just don't understand how you can tell him you don't want him and tell him the reasons why and then let him finger you at the back of the bus?!" your face scrunched up at her words. "I seriously don't get it Y/N. It's like you're provoking the guy that's going after you and that's pretty fucked up. Play with his dick, not his emotions, oh wait—”

"I told him no multiple times."

"Then why the fuck would you let him finger you in the back of a bus?" Hayoon rubbed her temple before munching on a fry. "I think you do have a crush on him, you just don't want to date him because of all the girls he’s been with.”

You let her words settle in your mind for a moment, not even realizing that she held your hand in hers. "But baby, that's called the past. It's the least thing you got to worry about since you already know it. Take a risk, go out with him. He's ready to be in a serious relationship with you, he's been telling me this since Friday."

You sighed, lips forming a pout. "I don't know."

"Well make up your mind quick cause' he's coming this way," her words are rushed as she glanced over at Jungkook, who's heading over your way.

"What?!" you're just about to turn your head his direction when Hayoon grabbed your jaw.

"What are you doing you stupid bitch?! Don't look—okay, pretend like I'm not here, pretend like I'm not here!" she turned away from you and placed her earbuds in her ears.

"Wait does my hair look good?!" you caught her by the arm before she can leave.

"For who?"

You snapped her head towards Jungkook, who's already smiling at you. His black cap floated over his eyes as he dug his fingers into the pockets of his jogger pants. You coughed when you perceived that you were checking him out. "Um, no one. Just wanted to see if it's messy," you don't know why but your cheeks burned so hard, maybe at the fact that you know it is messy.

His hand came in contact with your head before he moved a strand of your hair that looked out of place before pushing your baby hairs down. You swatted his hands away, ignoring how your warm ears were tingling. "There, it's not that messy anymore. I brought something."

He sat down besides you. You eyes fluttered over to Hayoon. She spread a smirk out on her lips. While Jungkook continued finding the item he wanted to show you, something along the words that it was a jar. Her fist comes up besides her mouth, opening it slightly. Your cheeks become crimson when she began to push her left fist towards her mouth while her tongue kept knocking into her right cheek.

"Here," Jungkook placed a jar in front of you, the bright glittery letters mocking you. Swear Jar, it read at the front. "Every time you cuss, it's more money to my bank account."

Your lips loop downwards into a frown. Your eyebrows furrowed together in the progress. "Not fair, I told you I didn't want to be a sugar mama."

"Fine, this is both of our swear jar."

"Deal."

"Okay, now that that's out of the way, we can talk about yesterday," he put the glittery jar, he decorated last night for you, back in his backpack. A sudden weight pressed down on your shoulders at the thought of him bringing up what happened yesterday.

"Jesus Christ, what do you carry in there?" Hayoon added unintentionally and you're thankful for that. As much as she wanted to know about the encounter between the two of you, she also wanted to know what Jungkook carried in that big bag of his.

"Dildos."

"Wait, deadass?" she jumped up in her seat. I snorted at her, earning a glare. Jungkook's lips formed a line, specifying that he was joking. "Well fuck, it just looks like it's gonna break your back. Dude you know what that reminds me of?" she asked you. Your mind doesn't come across anything so you shook your head. "The Rosie girl? She was giving dildos out at this campus cause' she wanted to, quote, fight absurdity with absurdity. All over Twitter. Wish I could be there to get one."

Jungkook's eyes crinkled up as he laughed at her. The sound ringing through your ears, only to devaste you even more. "Can we talk about yesterday?" he leaned over and whispered to you.

You swore you felt his lips brushing against your ear. It stirred up your brain. "What about yesterday?" your hands started shaking and you hoped he didn't see how anxious you have become.

Luck wasn't on your side today however, his upcoming question boosting your anxiety even more. "Why are your hands shaking so much?" he grasped his bigger hand in yours.

You are quick to take it out of his. "We agreed that we wouldn't talk about what happened yesterday. It was a mistake I didn't—"

"No, you agreed that we wouldn't talk about it," his voice raised slightly to get your attention. Your mouth snapped shut. "We need to talk about it. How the fuck can you be playing with my feelings like this?" Hayoon whistled, mentally seeing eye to eye with Jungkook. "I want to have a chance with you, a shot at us. You give me all these mixed signals and then when I try to make a move on you, all of the sudden you act like a bitch Y/N."

"Well what do you want me to say? That I fucking like you back too?" you challenged and stood up from your chair. The students around you turned their heads over to you, watching the scene in front of them unfold. "How the fuck am I even playing with your feelings? I said I wanted to just be friends! I'm sorry that you're misinterpreted our friendship but that's not my problem!" you wished you could've shut your mouth but all you could see was red. Perhaps you were letting go of all the rage you’ve ever resented over him for the past months.

For ditching you to attend parties or being with other girls. For not always being there for you.

"What the fuck do you mean that's not my problem?!" he mimicked you, staring up at you. "You let me finger you and you expect me to believe that you just wanna be friends? Are you even listening to yourself?! You felt something back there."

Hayoon stepped in, walking over to the two of you. "Okay, I think you guys should just shut up," your eyes wandered around the room, where everyone was watching your interaction.

"Whatever," Jungkook's chair scraped the floor harshly as he pushed it back. He dug into his backpack before placing the jar in front of you. "You can keep that and this," he put down a package full of glittery hair pins, all different colors. Your heart wrenched as you watched him walk away, sullen. His steps are quick so he can take the attention off of him.

You turned the jar and saw that the top had words on it. Splattered in messy pink glitter, Sugar Mama's Swear Jar :D.

Jungkook was avoiding you. You could tell because he stopped coming after school to study with you, which was okay at first until you found yourself yearning for him.

It was stupid, really. After all that debate on how you two should just stay friends, you can't just tell him how much you miss him. That'll make you seem like an ass.

And trust me that's the last thing you want.

Your day was going bad, your professor yelled at you for not paying attention and put you in the spot, embarrassing you in front of the class. You were okay until a girl gave you a look of pity and you had a breakdown in the bathroom right after.

When you went to go meet up with Hayoon, it'll only got worse. She cancelled on you after forcing you to wait for her for thirty minutes. Just as you're leaving a group of middle schoolers thought it would be funny to step on a ketchup packet and let splatter everywhere, resulting in the back of your white top covered in dots of ketchup.

You swore you almost hit the kid who came up with it, even thought about running him over when you saw that the stains were everywhere and even in your hair.

After showering and getting the ketchup out of your hair, you went to work that ensued in you coming home with mascara practically running down your eyes, that were ready to pour out tears if something else happened to you, due to you wrongly mixing up orders and getting yelled out by a customer.

Now here you were, sitting on the living room floor with wet hair after taking another shower which mainly just involved you sitting on the tile floor and crying. You ate the Chinese takeout you have gotten during the way, ignoring the way people were staring at you, with sympathy.

It was the last thing you needed. Maybe karma was coming to get you for saying those things to Jungkook. But at this point all you wanted was some reassurance, a shoulder to cry on, someone to be there for you.

Jungkook.

You couldn't sleep. No matter how hard you tried you just couldn't. Hell, you even closed your eyes for a solid thirty minutes yet you were not able to drift off into slumber. Maybe it had to due with the weather? It was freezing, if you stepped a foot outside you would become an ice sculpture in an instant.

Or maybe, the most logical one compared to all the others, was Jungkook fingering you on the bus. You can't seem to get that scene off your mind. Your brain kept drifting over on how stunning he appeared, his dark eyes staring straight at yours as he watched your mouth form an O shape. He only ever broke eye contact when he snuck a look of how his fingers vanished into your pants.

Then your mind would stumble onto the memory of you yelling at him, telling him how his feelings for you were not your fault. You despised yourself at that moment. You sighed and laid back into your pillow, staring up into the ceiling. "I can't believe I am even having these types of thoughts," you slowly opened your legs while shutting your eyes. As long as you don't think about him, it'll be okay.

But you do. Sliding off your underwear, the first thing you thought about was Jungkook. His bunny smile rested on his face. You opened your eyes to get him off your mind and closed them again. You let out a gentle moan when you feel how wet you are.

He came back again. This time he settled right besides you on the bed. His hand is shoved between your legs. You moaned when he buried his head in your neck and kissed your skin there. "You like that, princess?"

You frowned immediately, he didn't call you any pet names. From what you can remember, he called you a degrading name.

"You like that dirty slut?" you mewled at him. He moved his fingers ceaselessly inside of you whilst breathing down your neck.

The sound of a zipper being undone makes your eyes crack open. You took a glimpse of Jungkook, his hand disappearing inside his jeans that displayed his muscular thighs.

You whined at him and he hovered on top of you. Your breathing got heavier as his cock sprung out of his jeans. "Oh god," you moaned as he slid himself inside of you so effortlessly. Your hands moved quicker inside of you. Feeling your wetness spill out of you and onto the mattress underneath you, you imagined him pounding into you. Your hands clamped on his long hair with your legs in the air as his hips furiously snapping into you.

It doesn't take you long to cum, given the fact at Jungkook's pace it seemed like he wasn't going to stop. He disappeared, leaving you sweaty and tired on the bed with your fingers stuck inside you. "Holy shit, I can not believe I just did that.

Recalling your words that were thrown at Jungkook, a heavy weight on your shoulder returned heavier as ever, reminding you how you practically lost your shot with him.

Shame on you for not giving Jeon Jungkook a chance.

"I think I was too harsh on him."

"You think? Don't lie to me bitch, you know you were fucking harsh on him," Hayoon stood in the middle of your room, scanning your closet for a dress she can wear to a party.

It was almost three days since your argument with Jungkook in front of everyone. You expected to make up with him on Thursday but Jungkook avoided you like you were the plague. He didn't text you for any notes he needed to borrow, nor did he usually come to study with you or leave you a sandwich. You never realized how apart of your life he became, especially when he didn't sit next to you for one of your shared classes. Instead, he chose to sit next to Taehyung, his best friend. It was Friday now and to be quite honest, you missed him.

"Don't trip about it. He could be at the party tonight, getting over you and possibly getting himself a girlfriend so you don't have to worry about him pinning over you. Now what the fuck should I wear?"

You didn't like the sound of that. Jungkook possibly finding another girl. Your consciousness settled back in your mind. How can you even say shit like that? You rejected him, you have no right to tell him not to move on. You sighed to yourself and laid back into the bed. "Maybe I shouldn't go. I don't wanna see him."

"I don't wanna see him." she dragged the straps of your orange dress up her figure. "Shut up because on Wednesday you kept asking why he wouldn't talk to you, like bitch I wouldn't talk to you either with that shit you pulled back there."

"Why not?"

"You're not serious right?" she turned back to you. She raised her eyebrow, challenging you. You groaned and followed her out of the room when she didn't receive an answer. "That's what I thought," you heard her under her breath.

"Not gonna lie, I think I'm gonna break my ankle with these bitches," you pointed down at your high heels, slowing down. You stopped to fix them. Hayoon carried on walking to her car, leaving you behind.

"You wanted to wear them. Now get in," she honked her horn. You hissed at her, reminding her that the neighbors are going to complain. "Don't give a fuck, get in loser we're going to party!" she honked her horn longer.

You ran to her car when you realized she wasn't going to stop. "You need the swear jar, you stupid bitch."

"Not even," before you could say something back, her music blasts through the car. She screamed out the lyrics, encouraging you to join along. "In your eyes! You lie but I don't let it define you—oh define you!"

"You sound like a dying cat."

"I tried to find—fuck you then."

Along the way you started to wonder how she even got her driver's license. Hayoon almost went on the sidewalk when she was tried to park which forced you to get out of the car and direct her.

"Keep going, keep going."

"Fuck, bitch you sure? I don't want another ticket for being on the red line," her head stuck out to make sure she wasn't going to hit the car behind her.

"Yes I'm sure—okay stop!" Hayoon shuts off the engine, stumbling out of the car. She laughed to herself before walking up to the fraternity house with you. "Okay, I forgot what it was like coming here."

The first smell that filled your nostrils was vomit. You glanced down towards the ground and saw a distraught girl on the front lawn throwing up while her friend rubbed her back. Hayoon advised you not to look, to give the poor girl some pity. Reluctantly, you entered the house with a clumsy walk. Hayoon noticed and suggested that you go have a drink. You at first declined but once your eyes scanned the room and landed on Jungkook leaning against a wall with a redhead clinging onto him. You made your way to the open kitchen. Unknown to you, jealousy boiled in your stomach.

So that's how you end up on your first shot of a tequila with a cup of vodka already resting in your liver. You weren't drunk, still you were not far from being tipsy. Conscious enough to see that Jungkook's eyes were on you while you downed the shot. Eyes focused on your throat as you swallowed. He exhaled, watching you pull out your phone and tap away. The red head girl right besides him, tried calling his name out to hook his attention. He brushed her off, muttering something to her that he didn't sleep around anymore.

His frustration grew even more when he saw you wandering over to the middle of the room where sweaty bodies were grinding on each other. Your flimsy black silky dress was not doing him justice either, seeing how tight it was on your figure. It showed off your curves well; he hated how good you looked. There was a big opening in the back that stopped near your hips. Should be a crime to look that good, he thought to himself while trying to keep his eyes on you.

Your hips swayed to the music blasting throughout the house. You opened your eyes, landing on Jungkook immediately. His eyes devouring you as he took a sip of his beer, eyes locked on your hips. You tried not to look at him again but still wondered what was going in that mind of his. You raised your hands up in the air, dress threatening to rise up.

Your curiosity got the best of you. Squinting one eye open to take a peek of Jungkook but you failed to locate him.

A gasp left your mouth as someone pressed their front on your back, rubbing their crotch on your ass. A whiff of the sweet scented Victoria Secret perfume gave the identity away. You tilted your head so that it laid on his chest. Confirming your thought, Jungkook stared down at you with dark eyes. His arm muffled around your waist to press you further into his chest. He felt his body go ease when he saw your lips bunch up into a smile. Your hips rocked from side to side on him. Jungkook held his hand on your waist, encouraging you to continue. You willingly do so arms flinging on his neck as you dragged yourself down his chest. His growing bulge poked your ass as you grind yourself on him. Your head laid back on him. Jungkook leaned down to meet your lips. His mouth entwined with yours, lip gloss rubbing off onto his mouth. You moaned into his mouth and sensed that his hand was harshly holding one of your ass cheeks.

"You wanna go upstairs?" He was somewhat taken back at your suggestion but agreed nonetheless. With his fingers keeping a firm grip on yours, the two of you went upstairs.

He guided you towards the room, which all winded up preoccupied due to freshman trying to lose their virginities. You cringed when you come face to face with someone's bare ass pushing against the lanky girl. Jungkook pushed you into the bathroom, telling a man to fuck off when he tried getting in.

"Hey," you glanced up from the floor onto Jungkook's eyes. He offered you a small awkward smile, warming your heart as if he wasn't rubbing his dick on your ass a few minutes ago.

"Hi," your voice sounded very small and Jungkook wanted to reach out and reassure you that he only came up to you to apologize, not to have you grind on him in the middle of the room. "I'm sorry," you began, eyes fixed to the ground. "Everything I said on that day was really fucked up. I care about your feelings. I care about you and I was giving you mixed signals and it's not okay."

"I'll be fine," his hand held your arm, rubbing it slightly. "It's okay if you don't return my feelings, I'll get over it—"

"But that's the thing I don't want you to get over it."

Jungkook blinked once, twice, and then another third time. Trying to comprehend your words while also trying to figure out what he was going to say was hard.

Your glossy lips moved. "I'm really willing to give you a chance and I'm so sorry for being such a cunt about it. I just—I needed some realization to understand my feelings. Truth is I've had a crush on you, but every time I saw you with these girls I always told myself I'm not good enough for you and that I'll never be. I’m also mad at the fact that you’re barely realizing your feelings towards me just now.”

He doesn't say anything which doesn't help your anxious state at the moment. Your gut scolded you, reminding you that you probably lost your chance and now you look like an idiot to him right now, confessing your feelings.

Jungkook sighed before embracing you. You stand still in shock from his sudden movements but chose to hug him back. His chin dropped down onto your head. "You're good enough for me, Y/N. You always have been and I'm sorry that it took me all these years for me to realize that."

"I couldn't stop thinking of you and all the shit I said. I'm really sorry from the bottom of my heart," you admitted.

His bulge pushed against you and your cheeks flushed warm. Jungkook didn't say anything but bent down to kiss you. His lips moved roughly against yours. Your fingers coming up towards his hair to run through them. His hands digging harshly into your ass, possibly leaving small bruises behind but you're unbothered by it.

You pulled away, enough to stare up at his eyes. "I seriously couldn't stop thinking about you. I fucking masturbated to you, just by thinking of the bus shit," you confessed, watching his face lit up in surprise.

"Yeah? What was going on in that head of yours?" he encouraged you. You giggled at him, his thigh coming between your thighs.

"Your fingers in my pussy," your cheeks burned pink as he coaxed you to go on. "Your big dick pounding in me."

The look on his face is priceless but it just stayed there for a mere second as Jungkook recollected himself. He couldn't believe what was coming out of your mouth, never in a million years would he ever imagine you of all people saying this. The warmth travelled towards his crotch as he hardened at your words. His friend of seven years, his crush for almost two years was here in front of him, revealing that she touched herself to the thought of him. A blissful comfort spread all over his body.

"Don't you want that to happen?" he didn't even realize how close you were, he was too caught up in his thoughts. "You don't want to fuck my brains out?"

Your thighs closed around his thick ones. You reached up to kiss his neck, pecking his soft skin. Jungkook grunted as you left open mouth kisses behind, gripping his hand and directing it near your hips.

"I can't do it here," Jungkook whispered to you once he grasped the circumstances. In a fraternity bathroom with people out there that can possibly hear you two? Jungkook would never allow himself to touch you here the first time you two have sex. You whined against him, rubbing your crotch on his thigh. "Shit, seriously Y/N? You're making this hard for me."

"What your dick? Why? I don't care where we do it. I just—I need it to happen—come on Jungkook fuck me," if your mind wasn't clouded by lust you would been very disappointed at yourself for what you were saying, but you could care less. He closed his eyes and tilted his head towards the ceiling. He was fighting with himself.

The only sound in the bathroom was the loud heavy bass music playing and the two of you heavily breathing. "Do you want me to go find another guy out there that can do the job for you or what?" you tried riling him up and it worked cause Jungkook was staring at you with dark hooded eyes. "Cause' I could walk out there and take any guy home with me do you want that?" you both know deep down you wouldn’t be able to do that. You’re too shy.

Jungkook came across as if something possessed him suddenly. His hair falling over his eyes slightly. His tongue came out of his mouth to moisten his lips. "Get on your fucking knees," Jungkook snapped, a hand going back to get tangled in your hair. You dropped down to the ground. "I wanna see your pretty tits," you pulled down the straps of your dress and got rid of your strapless bra, throwing it aside. "Well aren't you a desperate cock sucking whore?" you whined at him with your dress bunched up around your waist. "What don't tell me you like being called that?" he chuckled. Your cheeks flushed in humiliation.

You reached over to unzip his jeans. He merely let out a chuckle, extremely satisfied with your avidity. As you rolled down his boxers, his hand wrapped around your hair. "Look up at me, whore," your eyes jerked up to him. "Open your mouth," you gulped at the size, wondering if it was even going to fit in your poor mouth. He teased, rubbing the head of his cock on your lips when you did. Your jaw ached as you tried opening as wide as you can to please him. You looked up at him as he slid his cock in your mouth. He groaned, loving the warmth and wetness of your mouth surrounding him. He maintained the eye contact between you two whilst he carried on shoving his dick in your throat. You moaned and moved back once it hit your throat. But before you can, he gripped the back of your hair firmly and thrusted his hips forward. You gagged around him, tears brewing and ready to burst out. You extended your hands out to his thighs. He held your head in place, his cock shoving down your throat at an animalistic speed. "What a good little slut," he eventually praised you. "Letting me fuck her throat hard and shit," you shut your eyes.

You regret doing so. Feeling a tug to your hair, your eyes snap open and look up. "You get praised like a good bitch once and you think you can be a bad girl? I don't think so, whore," he stared straight into your eyes with his dark orbs devouring you. Your drool slithering down your chin. You peer up at him with desperation written all over your face. Your fingers glided down to your dress. You kept your gaze on him when your fingers entered your pussy, feeling how wet you are. "Are you seriously touching yourself?" he sounded thrilled at the idea. Jungkook stopped moving for a second, allowing you to suck on the head of his cock. He watched mascara run down your cheeks, feeling some sort of ego boost that he was making you look this way.

You nodded frantically, moving your fingers faster. You sucked him harder, your jaw throbbing as you attempted to deep throat him. He forced your head deeper so that your nose was touching his pubic hair. "I didn't give you permission, disobedient slut. You got three seconds to finish," he finished with a sullen laugh, knowing you weren't. "One, two–" Jungkook watched your eyes become watery as you hopelessly tried to get yourself to cum in just three seconds. "—three, take your fingers out whore."

You obeyed and showed him your fingers, glittering under the bathroom light, even though on the inside you were begging to be touched again. You thought of going against him. Jungkook let a cackle escape from his mouth. "Fuck, you're so fucking wet I bet you're fucking leaking out onto the floor."

You mewled, bobbing your head up and down. Releasing his cock out of your mouth with a lewd pop, you batted your eyelashes up at him. "I'm so fucking wet for you," he flashed you a quick grin, obviously content with your answer. He brought your fingers up to his mouth, sucking them off while maintaining eye contact with you. His tongue swirled around your finger as you repeat the same motion on his cock. He released your finger.

"You can use your hands," you pull away right after he said that. You pumped him rapidly, your hand moving back and forth. Your ears took in his grunts, feeling some pride for causing him to make those noises. He almost came when he felt your warm, wet mouth around one of his balls.

"I want you to cum on my tits." he agreed, staring down at you. Tension builds within his stomach as he groaned out loud. You gaped at him when his cum shoots towards your neck, aiming towards your breasts.

Jungkook's breathing became heavier as he came back down from his blissful state that he was in. He grew hard in a instant when he saw how fucked you looked. Your mascara running down your eyes, leaving a trail of black ink behind. Your hair was tangled together into a mess due to him gripping it so tightly. With saliva dripping down your red swollen smeared lips, his eyes drifted further down. The straps of the dress you were wearing were rolled out into your stomach, exhibiting your perky breasts that are smeared with his cum.

"You look like a fucked whore," he smiled at you with satisfaction resting in his mind.

You giggled at him, tucking your hair behind your ear. "Yeah, not just for you," you gazed up at him, a small smile on your lips.

He helped you get off the floor. His facial expression is now serious, indicating that he wasn't happy with your answer. Jungkook's fingers tapped the cold surface of the sink, indicating to sit down on it. You do so, opening your legs slowly.

He watched, eyes strictly locked in between your legs. "Who are you so wet for?" he asked.

You snorted and shrugged which only grew him more frustrated.

Jungkook growled and flipped you over. He bended you over the bathroom sink and bore his eyes into you by the mirror. "You wanna keep acting like a slut, you're might as well be fucked like one," you silently squealed in excitement. Jungkook lifted your dress up in one go. He pulled your underwear down, making you step out of them. "Put your leg on the counter," he commanded and you do as you're told. Lifting your right leg on the counter while the other one remained on the ground. You heard him frantically pull down his jeans. You gasped when you feel the tip on your entrance. He reached over for the condom on the counter.

"No!" you exclaimed. Jungkook stopped and looked down at your worriedly, wondering if you wanted to stop now. You gulped, feeling your cheeks burned in embarrassment. "Don't use one please." you whined. "I want to feel you raw."

You heard Jungkook chuckle from behind you. He felt like he was on cloud nine, he was fucking thriving. "Yeah? My fucking slut wants me to do her raw?" he started pushing himself. You held your breath as your walls allowed him to enter, tightening around his big shaft. His cock rimmed inside of you

"Y-yeah," you manage to choke out, staring at him through the mirror. He maintained eye contact to where your bodies connected, watching his cock sink into you as he held your hips in place. 

"Has any other guy fucked you raw, slut?" Jungkook brought his hand around your throat. You sensed that you could orgasm right there. You shook your head as he finally is inside of you fully. "What was that? Use your words, come on you're a big girl," he gripped your inner right thigh with so much strength, he could break it off if he tried. I mean those biceps.

"N-no only you. Just for you," he grinned at that.

"Good," you let out a loud moan when he started finally moving. His hips rutted into yours at an animalistic speed. He stared at you through the mirror, watching how your mouth opens and your breasts jiggle. He pressed your throat a little harder. "Bet no guy ever made you feel this way."

"Only you, Jungkook! Only you!" you manage to breath out. Your knuckles are almost white by how hard you're holding onto the counter. He lowers himself so his face is near your ear.

"Yeah? Look at you, telling me how I'll never have you yet you're over here drooling over my dick. Fucking whore." you whined harder as he breathed down your neck. You feel yourself began getting more wetter at his words. "Imagine what your family and friends will say when they find out you're letting me fuck you in the ass in a dirty bathroom at a frat party."

You shut your eyes, your pussy swallowing him back in. His hand squeezed your throat a little tighter. "Fucking slut," he snapped his hips at you. You moaned out loud, shamelessly. "On the dance floor dancing like one."

"Because I am one," he chuckled at that, fingers coming up to pinch your nipple.

"Yeah? Who do you belong to? Whose slut are you?" the grip on your throat tightened, not enough to block your airway however. Jungkook kept his eye on you through the mirror, your lips molding into an oval shape. His palm came down to meet one of your asscheeks. You jumped forward, Jungkook pulling you back onto his cock. He stopped moving to lock eyes with you through the mirror, his lips hovering over your ear. "When I ask you a question, I expect a fucking answer," you tried to move your hips a bit but he caught you before you can. "Now," his voice deepened. "Whose slut are you?"

"Your slut! I'm your slut! Jungkook, please—"

"Yeah? Scream when I fuck you so that everyone knows who your pussy belongs to," his hips rammed into you again. You swore you can feel him fucking into your cervix. You let a loud moan break free from your mouth, his hot breath fanned your ear.

A roaring pounding on the door snapped his head away. You whimpered and become aware that his pace was reducing as his attention was now on the other man trying to get in. Jungkook yelled out words that sounded fuzzy to your ears considering all you could hear is your heartbeat.

"No, no, Jungkook don't stop," you pleaded with him, twisting yourself to look at his lust filled eyes. "I'm almost there please!"

You almost screamed at him when he pulled out. He sat on the toilet lid, tapping his thighs that were spread out in front of him. "Ride me," he demanded. You're somehow quick on your wobbly legs, getting on top of him. You grasped his swollen red cock, lining it up with your entrance before sinking down.

Jungkook's hand went towards your hip to support you while the other one went further down to touch your swollen clit. His mouth came near your ear as you cried out his name. "If you don't come in the next minute, you're not cumming tonight, got it slut?" you panted but nonetheless nodded frantically.

And with that Jungkook sat back, watching you fuck yourself on his cock, you were basically using him as a toy and Jungkook loved that. The desperation look on your face was amusing and Jungkook stored in in his memories.

"Oh shit! Fuck I'm almost there," his palm travelled further down to rub your ass.

"Time's almost up," he wasn't actually keeping track but your determination to cum on such a short amount of time was adorable to him. Your thighs smacked his, bouncing on his cock faster. Jungkook's finger carried on rubbing against your clit, his eyes trailing down from your face to your bouncing breasts.

Your eyes rolled back as you heaved up. Your mouth opened wide, feeling your orgasm wash over you. Jungkook heard his name leave your mouth, panting. He almost came when he felt something warm soak into his jeans. Looking down, he became aware of what just happened.

"Fucking dirty slut," he hissed and allowed you to relax your head on his shoulder as your whole weight sunk down on him. His ears took in your sniffles. "Look what you did, squirted all over me slut."

Your cheeks burned in humiliation, nuzzling your nose into his shoulder.

You gasped when he lifted his hips up to meet yours. You cried out to him to stop but Jungkook's quick to silence you with his fingers stuffed in your mouth. Your tears threatened to spill. "You're so tight, fuck! Need to fuck you more, whore,"

It doesn't take long for him to sprout into you, judging the way you tightened around him and how fucked your face look when he looked down to meet your eyes. With his cum coating your walls, he slid out of you. A bit of cum came out and dropped down to his black pants leaving a white stain behind.

You attempted to stand out on your own but failed due to you not being able to feel your legs for a second. Luckily, Jungkook is there to help you. He bent down to help you put on your underwear.

"Are you on birth control?" he asked while zipping up his pants. You checked your face in the mirror, noticing the hickeys all over your neck and the mascara smothered down your cheeks.

You turned to look at him, pulling your dress down."Are you really asking me after we just had sex? Where's my bra by the way?" your face is met with your bra when he flung it at you.

He laughed, watching you put it on. "Yeah, seriously though are you?"

"Why? If I'm going to be your sugar mama I might as well be your baby mama." Jungkook looked stricken and you snickered, bringing your hand up to hide your mouth. "I'm joking," you wiped your face with some wet wipes you found in the drawers.

"Not funny, was ready to fucking make a run for it."

It was your turn to look stricken as Jungkook laughed. You frowned and slapped his chest.

It goes quiet, the loud bass music now coming back to fill your ears instead of Jungkook's moans. He stood awkwardly near the corner while you threw away the wipes you used to remove your makeup. Running your fingers through your hair, you turned towards him.

"So, does this mean that you're going to give me a chance?" the man in front of you standing like an anime character asked, as if he wasn't calling you degrading names a few minutes ago.

You smiled at him and lunged forward to kiss him. "Yes, I'll give you a chance Jungkook."

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London Boy - Part 4: Just friends

summary: You wake up to find Rafe Cameron in your bed. Even though nothing happened, you’re still left trying to make sense of it all.

pairing: Rafe x reader (slowburn)

warnings: swearing, drinking

word count: 5k

a/n: thank you so much to all of you who have been reading along <333 sorry in advance if you want this to progress faster haha, it simply must be this slow, sorry I don't make the rules (even tho I do lol). Not canon Rafe!! 

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Your eyes slowly flutter open as the early morning rays wake you up. You didn’t even remember falling asleep. As you slowly gain consciousness you’re startled by the weight of Rafe’s arm draped across your body. What the hell? When did that happen? He spent the night in your bed?

Your mind races at a million miles an hour as you slowly slip out from under his hold. You were careful not to wake him up, not wanting to face any awkwardness. You throw on fresh clothes and grab your backpack, desperate to make your escape. You had wanted to get to school early today to work on some homework anyways, never before so eager to trade in the comfort of your bed for the library. 

After a quick pit stop to pick up a coffee and a croissant, you swing the heavy wooden doors open. You liked campus at this hour, the morning light still soft, the air crisp, and the atmosphere silent. As you scan your eyes for a spot to sit, you notice the unmistakable sight of fluffy brown hair hunched over a table. 

“Liam?” your whisper. “What the hell are doing here?”

That classic cheeky grin spreads across his face as he looks up to find you standing in front of him. “I go here, Y/n. Forget already?”

You roll your eyes, “I just didn’t know you were the studious type.”

“Not gonna lie to you babe, I’m not. But Rogers is already all the way up my ass over this class, and I’m not letting that prick hold me back a year.” 

You pull out the chair across from him and go to sit down, spreading your books out on the table. 

“Who said you could sit with?” he asks, and you shoot him a look. You’re not in the mood. “Geez alright, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed… you good Y/n?” he slows, taking in your disheveled appearance. You hadn’t so much as brushed your hair. 

“Can you promise not to tell anyone,” you stare dead into his eyes. 

“On my life,” he extends his pinky, and you accept. 

“Rafe… slept over last night…”

“Oh shit!” he exclaims, and your eyes widen at his echoing voice. 

“Not like that,” you hiss, not wanting to draw anymore attention to the two of you. “Nothing happened… like he just came over to watch a show and then we talked for a while and just accidentally… fell asleep. I panicked when I woke up and realized he was still in my bed so I ran out of there as fast as I could and now…. well now I’m here.” You nervously chug your coffee, heart racing. 

“So he hung out with you all night and didn’t make a move?”

You nod, nervously awaiting his analysis as you take a bite of your croissant. 

“Damn, boy must really like you,” he muses. 

“What? Definitely not,” you scoff. 

“Y/n, let me tell you a little something about guys. If we really like you, we’re gonna make the time to hang out with you, no matter what. The fact that he’s coming over your room to watch a show and hanging out with you until he physically can’t stay awake - I mean I can’t make it any more obvious to you.”

“I don’t know I just don’t think so… You don’t know Rafe like that, he’s a total player back home. He can pull any girl he wants, so if he liked me like that he would’ve done something by now. This is probably how he is with all his friends and I’m just reading too much into it. I’m sure Lily Colts will be in his bed soon enough,” you mumble. That last part stings in particular, you had already thought it, but saying it out loud made you feel… icky. 

“I may not know Rafe like that, but I know guys like him. I am guys like him. He likes you Y/n. So what if he pulls a lot of chicks, he doesn’t actually care about them. But he cares about you, probably can’t even understand why, and now it’s like bam Uno reverse. He can’t pull the cards he normally does, and now you’ve got him confused and he doesn’t know what to do. Man’s down bad. Give him time though, he’ll come around,” he explains to you calmly, stealing your coffee cup from you and taking a sip. 

“Honestly can I just start paying you to figure my life out for me. You make everything seem so simple.”

“Because it is simple. You insist on complicating it. But I know how you could pay me,” he adds with a wink and you shoot him a glare. You know he’s just joking (partially), he loves pushing your buttons. 

“Well whatever. I’ll believe it when I see it,” you resign on the Rafe matter. You wanted to believe what Liam was saying but it didn’t quite make sense to you. You were only going to drive yourself crazy trying to read between lines that you weren’t sure existed. Rafe was just used to situations like this with girls. To him last night was probably no big deal. It was to you though. You would never let ‘just a friend’ stay over like that, with his arm around you no less. But Rafe didn’t need to know that, you decide. 

—-

You manage to avoid Rafe all day, not having any classes with him on Friday’s. As soon as your last class is over, you sprint home, relieved when you’re the first back at the flat and can quickly slip into your room undetected. You set down your bag and sit on the edge of your bed. Your hand slowly runs over your comforter, still ruffled from where Rafe had been laying the night before. The indent of his head is still on your pillow; you can almost smell the scent of him lingering in your room and hear the sound of his soft whispers. You wonder what his first thoughts were when he woke up in your bed alone - was he confused? Embarrassed? He probably thought nothing of it at all. You can just picture him casually getting up with a stretch, like it’s the start of any typical day.

You slip into the shower and let the water wash over your body. It’s warm and soothing, and it’s reminding you of Rafe laying next to you, of his arm wrapped around you. God if there was only a way to shut your brain off once in a while. As much as you tried to suppress it, there had been a tiny part of you that was happy to have woken up in his embrace, giddy like a school girl with a crush. You’d always wondered how a moment like that would feel, or how a moment like that with him would feel. You had conveniently failed to mention the “arm” detail to Liam, maybe because in the back of your mind you knew it would only help prove his theory right.  

When you make your way back to your room, your phone buzzes and the Royal Fam 🇬🇧🇺🇸 group chat appears. 

Olivia: who wants to go out tonight 😈

Topper: me and Rafe have to be up early tmrw for soccer - rain check on this one ladies 

Olivia: :( 

Olivia: girls night out??

Millie: you know I’m there!

You’re a little bummed that Rafe won’t be there tonight. But a girls night sounds like just what you need to get him off your mind. 

Y/n: I’m in :)

Not even a few minutes later Olivia and Millie are barging into your room, causing you to let out a startled yelp. 

“My god, heard of knocking,” you exhale with your hand coming to your chest. Your statement falls on death ears. 

“Which jeans with this top,” Olivia asks, holding the clothing items against her body. 

“Should I curl or straighten my hair with this,” Millie follows, holding her outfit up. 

“Uhh,” your mind scrambles, “those jeans Liv. And straight, Mills,” you reply, shocked by your own decidedness. “But now you guys have to help me, I have no clue what to wear.”

“Say less,” Olivia flashes a smile. 

Within minutes they tear through your closet, picking out your outfit. Things were always much more clear with a fresh set of eyes. The three of you discuss the night’s logistics before making your way to the kitchen - couldn’t go drinking on an empty stomach. Rafe and Topper are already there, and you try your best to act natural even though your stomach ties itself in a knot the moment you catch a glimpse of his face. You haven’t seen him since you ran out this morning. 

“Uh hey I’m gonna run to Sainsbury’s real quick, I wanna get a chaser, anyone need anything,” you ask, avoiding eye contact with Rafe. Your nerves get the best of you and in terms of fight or flight, you were ready to flee. 

“Hey wait I’ll come with you. Gotta pick something up for dinner,” Rafe stands grabbing his jacket, and before you can interject, he’s leading the way down the hall and out your shared flat. 

“So what are you chasing tonight?” 

“What?” you ask startled, his question pulling you back to reality. Your mind had been running in a loop, trying to read him and the thoughts in his head. You wished now more than ever that you knew what Rafe was like behind closed doors back home, so you could somehow make sense of it all.

He chuckles at you, lost in your own world. “You said you needed a chaser?” Those intimidating blue eyes have found their way to yours again and you hastily look away, focusing in front of you instead. 

“Oh yeah- uh just for the vodka,” you laugh nervously. 

“Basic,” he mocks. You scoff in surprise and lightly hit him on the chest as the laughter leaves your lips. He’s sporting a shit-eating grin, having successfully egged you on. 

“You’re funny if you think I’m gonna do shots of whiskey before going to a club.”

“Well you do owe me one…” he says.

“Oh so he remembers?” you reply, amused.

“Of course,” he states so calm and so sure. Your head swirls at that, his cool confidence making you melt. The automatic doors slide open in front of you, fluorescent lights stealing your attention from the boy you were finding dangerously more attractive by the second.

“I thought we’re supposed to take it together? But someone’s being lame and not coming out tonight,” you say sarcastically, playing it as cool as you can manage. Rafe’s confidence seemed to come naturally, but you were more of a fake-it-till-you-make-it kind of gal.

“Hey you know I have soccer,” he defends. The Kook Prince was not one to turn down a party without cause.

“Excuses excuses,” you shake your head.

“Actually, speaking of soccer, you uh- you and the girls should come tomorrow. If you’re not doing anything. Or not too hungover I should say. Game’s at 12.”

“Can’t make any promises Cameron, but we’ll see,” you smile, earning a satisfied smile from him in return. 

You make your way to the frozen food aisle, Rafe explaining to you how they call a soccer field a football pitch here, as you laugh at him grabbing 5 frozen pizzas (dinner solved for the next week, of course). You ask him which chaser you should pick. He points out a cola, so naturally you decide to get blackberry seltzer water, Rafe twisting his face in disgust (who would voluntarily drink that tv static). You always felt so nervous at first, to be in Rafe’s presence, but all it ever took was a few minutes for you to completely relax around him. He was intimidating, yet inviting. Mysterious, yet open. He was somehow the cause of your anxious nerves and yet the source of your comfort. The fear of facing Rafe after running out this morning had paralyzed your thoughts all day, and now you could hardly remember why. He hadn’t mentioned it at all, as if nothing happened. His normalcy confirmed for you that him sleeping over was in fact no big deal, and you almost want to laugh at yourself for how much you had worked it up in your head. You two were just friends, and perhaps Rafe was used to being… a friendlier friend than what you were used to. But that was okay, you could learn to be friendlier too.

—-

Rafe and Topper had decided to accompany you guys in the kitchen as you pregamed. They slowly sipped beers as you, Millie, and Olivia pounded back shots, laughing at the way you guys got progressively drunker and progressively louder before finally heading out. And much to your surprise, the boys were still seated in the same spot hours later, when the three of you stumble back into the flat, McDonalds in hand.

“Oh look who’s still up,” Olivia slurs, taking a bite of her cheeseburger. 

“We can’t go out, we have soccer,” Millie mocks, almost falling to the floor as she trips over her heel, Topper and Rafe not making any effort to hide their clear amusement. 

“Fun night huh?” Topper quirks his brow. 

“The funnest,” Millie holds her head high, sinking down against the wall until she’s sat on the floor. You had made a beeline for the dining room table, silently admiring your chicken nuggets. In that moment, they were the best thing you had ever tasted. 

“I want Jake,” Olivia pouts, and before anyone can say a word she’s turned on her heel, burger in hand, off to crawl into her boyfriend’s bed. 

“Alright you drunk, let’s get you to bed,” Topper laughs, scooping an incoherent Millie up to her feet by her elbows. 

“M’not drunk,” Millie protests, even though she’s leaning her full body weight against Topper who sarcastically nods at her, escorting her down the hallway. Rafe sits on the couch, silently playing with the cards in his hand again, not the least bit uncomfortable with sharing your company in silence. 

“I’m mad at you,” you say matter of factly, taking a bite of a french fry. At this point, the alcohol is doing the talking. 

“Mad at me?” Rafe stops shuffling the cards and raises his head to look at you, intrigued. 

“Yeah because you didn’t come to the club,” you furrow your brows, chucking a fry at him. He catches it instantly, laughing to himself with a shake of his head. 

“Don’t worry I saw all your guys’ snaps, I feel like I was practically there.”

“That’s not the same,” you frown, throwing another fry which he catches yet again.

“I’ll try to be there next time,” he laughs.

“That’s better I guess,” you grumble, eating another chicken nugget. The room grows quiet, Rafe training his attention back to the cards.

“When are we watching the next episode Cameron,” you break the silence, chucking another fry. He barely has to look up to catch your latest throw, shaking his head with a chuckle. He puts the cards down and makes his way over to the dining table, standing right above you now. 

“Come on, time for you to go to bed,” he beckons you toward him with his arm, to which you only furrow your brows in indignation.

“I’m not done with my food,” you protest.

“Now you are,” he says, grabbing your last fry and finishing it with one bite. “Now c’mon.” You reluctantly grab onto his extended arm to help you get up. You walk down the hall together and he opens your door for you, letting you in as he leans against the frame. You immediately fall back and collapse on to your bed with a gasp, you didn’t remember it feeling so soft when you were sober. 

“Goodnight L/n,” Rafe laughs, staring down at you. 

“Goodnight Rafe,” you mumble, seconds away from passing out. He smiles to himself at the sight of you still in the outfit and shoes you had been out in, bent in surely the most uncomfortable position possible, legs half way off the bed, yet somehow already asleep. He’s about to head back to his room, but he hesitates, turning back to you with a sigh. As slowly and quietly as he can, he pulls your shoes off for you, lifts your legs onto the bed, and covers you in your blanket. And just as quick, he slips out of your room and back into his.

—-

You wake up the next morning, letting out a groan when you realize you’re still in the outfit you had worn clubbing. Your head dully aches and your throat is desert dry so you force yourself up and to the kitchen. When you see the aftermath of McDonald’s containers on the table, vague memories start flooding your brain in horror. You couldn’t have… could you? Did you actually throw french fries at him? You close your eyes and slowly run your hand over your face in realization. Great, you think to yourself, Rafe probably thinks you’re an annoying idiot. Good grief.

You hear the door of the flat opening and Olivia appears in the kitchen, holding a plate of breakfast sandwiches, your mouth watering at the sight.

“Thank the lovely lads in apartment 4E,” she laughs, placing them on the table. “Oh god, we went hard last night didn’t we,” she says, taking in the sight of the flat.

“A little too hard…” you remark.

“No such thing, darling! Now eat up and get dressed, we’ve got a match to catch,” she declares before disappearing down the hall where you can hear muffled groans of Millie being reluctantly dragged out of her bed. You sigh and sink down into a chair, grabbing a sandwich and taking a bite. Heaven. You make a mental note to thank Jake for his chef skills. You had completely forgotten that you and the girls were supposed to go watch Rafe and Topper’s match today. Your worries about having to face Rafe yesterday had been quick to melt away, but today they were back with a new vengeance.

—-

“Okay no one wander off when we get there. Y/n, fair warning, these games get… rowdy,” Millie says, as the three of you walk toward the field, arms linked.

“Things get pretty crazy at Kildare too,” you laugh, “so yeah, don’t fucking let me out of your sight.”

The three of you shake off your fits of laughter as you stumble toward the stands, finding a spot amongst the already packed crowd. You’re finally able to take in your surroundings, glancing at the field ahead. The opposing team is warming up on the pitch, clad in red. Westheath’s team is off to the side, the boys stretching and getting ready in their white uniforms. The dirty blonde immediately catches your eye. He’s jumping and jogging in place, headphones in as though he’s tuning out the physical noise around him, and probably the mental noise too. You wonder if he’s listening to one of the songs he showed you the other night. 

He pauses his jogging to stretch out his arms, his eyes glazing over the stands, when suddenly they lock with yours. Your cheeks flush pink, embarrassed at having been caught staring, but his face just pulls into a wide grin and he gives you a wave. You wave back, and he does a quick hand motion that everyone does at Kildare games back home. You laugh and do the responding gesture, as he smiles cheekily at you before a teammate comes up to him, pulling his focus away. The exchange was brief, but oddly intimate. There was a whole field and a couple dozen people between you, and yet you two were the only witnesses to the interaction. You smile to yourself, relief in the fact that maybe getting a french fry chucked at him wasn’t enough to make him hate you after all. You wonder briefly if Rafe spends half as much time overanalyzing things the way you do. Liam was right, you do insist on overcomplicating things. 

“Hey, earth to Y/n!” Olivia laughs, waving her hand in front of your face. “The game is starting!”

—

The final score flashes on the screen: 4-2, a win for Westheath. The students are going nuts, rushing the field. Olivia and Millie lead the way, pushing through the crowd until you guys reach Rafe and Topper.

“Let’s go boys!!” Olivia yells, jumping up and down with the sea of bodies and beer around you. Rafe and Topper react with equal enthusiasm, pulling each of you in for a hug. You and Rafe are the last to hug, him pulling you in brief but close against his large sweaty body, arms wrapped around you. You don’t even mind the stickiness of the hug, feeling deja vu at the warm feeling of being in his embrace again; a feeling that is foreign yet familiar, one you hadn’t felt before. 

“Did you guys see Rafe’s goal in the second half!?” Topper asks, clapping his friend on the back.

“Of course we did, super star!” Millie cheers, giving Rafe a high five as he humbly shakes his head and laughs at his friends. The mental image of his goal was burned in your head, one that your mind would certainly play for you involuntarily over the next coming days. 

“Alright we gotta go do some stuff with the team, but everyone’s going to Central Bar later. See you guys there?” Rafe asks.

“You got it,” Olivia replies, and they jog off with quick waves, you meeting those blue eyes in silent acknowledgement once again. It was that gaze that always made the rest of the world seem to disappear while his eyes met yours, making your heart skip a beat. He’s just a friend, you remind yourself. Just a tall, attractive, soccer-playing friend…

—

“Y/n! Liv! We’re doing a round!” Jake calls you and Olivia over to where him and Liam are already at the bar, four shot glasses ordered and lined up.

“On three! One, two-“ Liam chants, as the four of you down the alcohol. Central Bar had been buzzing with what felt like half of Westheath’s student body all day. After the game, you and the girls had gone back to your flat to nap and eat, before meeting up with Jake, Liam, and the rest of their boys to head to the bar. Rafe and Topper were already pretty buzzed when you guys got there, playing a round of table tennis with you before the rest of the soccer team and their other friends pulled their attention away. You couldn’t help the way your whole body tensed when Rafe greeted Lily with a tight hug, humbling you with the confirmation that Rafe’s actions toward you weren’t anything special. You resolved yourself to a night of drinking and dancing your worries away with Liv and Liam instead.

“Alright, round of table tennis? You two against me and Y/n?” Liam challenges.

“Please, I saw Y/n playing before, you guys have nothing on us,” Olivia flashes an evil smile, her competitive side coming out.

“Oh it’s on Liv,” you laugh, as your foursome stakes your claim at the pong table. While Olivia and Jake gather the balls and paddles, you notice Liam grimacing off into the distance. You follow his line of sight, landing on Topper and Millie drunkenly dancing together across the bar, a bit too close for comfort.

“What is she doing with that geezer,” he mumbles.

“Liam! Jealousy is unbecoming of you,” you gasp in mock disbelief.

“I’m not jealous,” he scoffs, and you quickly realize that he actually is, even though you had just been joking. Your jaw falls slack as you put two and two together. Liam and Millie were always by each other’s side, at school, at the pub, when you were all watching a movie at his apartment a few nights ago. He would tease her relentlessly and his own words rang in your ears If we really like you, we’re gonna make the time to hang out with you, no matter what. 

“Shut up! Shut up!,” you whisper yell, hand coming to your mouth. “I should have realized this whole time… of course you like Millie! Everything you’ve been telling me you think exists between me and Rafe has actually been about her! She’s your Uno reverse card!” You’re shocking even yourself at these revelations.

“No no no, you can’t use my own words of wisdom against me, that’s not how this works Y/n. So what, maybe I slightly give a shit about Millie? Who cares. Her and I both know that’s never gonna happen. I still stand by everything I said about you and Rafe so don’t think your getting off so easy on that.”

“Then tell me why you’re staring at Millie while Rafe hasn’t so much as glanced my way since the minute Lily Colts got here, hmm?”

“Oh Y/n, Y/n Y/n Y/n,” Liam tuts, shaking his head laughing as he turns to the game your group of four is about to begin. You don’t have the energy to argue with Liam over the matter right now, oblivious to the fact that Rafe had indeed been glancing your way, several times. In fact, he was glancing at you right now, as Liam reached his arm over yours to help you actually hold the paddle the right way. You just hadn’t been glancing back to notice, scared of what you may or may not see between him and Lily if you did. 

—

The night dies down and it’s time for the pilgrimage back to your building. You’re walking with Millie when Liam quickly falls in step with you two. You give him a knowing smirk, to which he responds with a glare behind Millie’s back, but you let the two banter as you fall behind, now walking alone. You stare ahead, eyes mindlessly settling on Lily walking in between Callum and Henry at the front of the pack. You don’t notice the pair of legs that begin moving in pace next to your own. 

“Tonight, by the way,” Rafe’s voice startles you as you jump next to him. He chuckles at the confusion written all over your face. “You asked last night when we’re watching the next episode. And my answer is tonight, L/n,” he states.

“Haven’t you been up since like the crack of dawn? Aren’t you tired?” you ask incredulously.

“Too tired for Game of Thrones? Never,” he scoffs, Liam’s words ringing in your ear. If we really like you, we’re gonna make the time to hang out with you, no matter what.

“Well then tonight it is,” you smile. “Sorry about the french fries last night by the way,” you say meekly, looking down at the sidewalk in front of you, cheeks burning.

“Seriously L/n, talk about a horrible throw. Room for improvement,” he jokes with a comforting smile, saving you from yourself.

“Good game by the way,” you add, grateful for the way he was letting you off. 

“Thanks,” he looks at you, shoving his hands in his pocket. You turn to look at him too, and after a few moments laughter is taking you both apart. Nothing funny was said. Neither of you knew why you were laughing. And yet it felt natural, not an ounce of awkwardness in the air.

As your whole group walks into the building, people begin to peel off, splitting towards staircases and off elevator stops. 

“I’m fucking beat,” yawns Topper, as you and all your flatmates file into your hall. 

“I’m gonna sleep like a baby tonight,” Millie yawns in agreement. One by one everyone files off into their rooms. You open your door, backing into yours, Rafe across the hall from you backing into his. Laughter tugs at both your faces once again, as you let your doors close. You manage to change into your sweats and brush your teeth before you hear the light rap on your door. Rafe enters, in a t-shirt and gray sweatpants, your weakness. But you feel comfortable being alone with him now. The Rafe jitters had finally began to subside. 

“Alright L/n, episode 4, you ready for this?” he asks, plopping down in his spot next to you. 

“Oh I’m very ready,” you reply, sitting up to reach for your laptop which was resting by your feet. As you lean back, you find yourself in Rafe’s arm. He had extended it out before you sat back, effortlessly catching you against him. His hand rests casually on your arm, and you gulp, pressing play. You pray he can’t feel the way your heartbeat quickens and your body flushes. So much for those jitters being gone. 

The episode plays, you and Rafe making comments here and there before your chatter eventually dies down, leaving just the sound of the show to fill the room. You can feel Rafe’s body lean further and further down, becoming heavier and breathing slower. You very slowly turn to check, and sure enough he’s fast asleep. You sigh, and shut your laptop, careful not to stir him. You could easily shake him awake, tell him to go to his bed, but for some reason you don’t. You don’t mind him here. In fact, you almost prefer it, his body heat keeping you warm. He had already slept over once before and it clearly hadn’t been a big deal, so what was the harm in letting it happen again? You’re just friends after all, you remind yourself, not sure who you’re trying to convince. And so, the two friends fall asleep in the same bed again. 

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