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samkerrworshipper · 2 months

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the monsters gone

part 3 of beautiful girl series -> part 1 -> part 2

leah williamson x reader, jordan nobbs x reader (wobbs as moms)

warnings: drug addiction, drug abuse, talks of illicit substances, depression, intrusive thoughts, would not advise for people in a bad mental headspace

You wanted her to leave, or you were desperate for a fix and well aware that it wasn’t going to happen until she was gone and you could retreat up to your room like normal.

You scratched at the incision on your forearm, it was hidden underneath your hoodie but you could feel it all the same, it made you feel guilty.

You’d never felt guilty for taking drugs, why would you? It was your choice, your body, your brain that you were fucking with. Yet for some reason, the little mark that you knew was sitting right on top of your vein was making you feel guilty. You didn’t want to admit it, but it felt oddly like the start of something, you weren’t sure what though, whatever it was though, it didn’t feel good.

When the door clicked open around 2 o’clock you felt far more at peace, watching your mom hobble through the door with Lia following her. Jordan stood up almost immediately and if the room hadn’t already been awkward then the awkwardness found a whole new definition as the two women looked at each other.

“Hey Jord, thanks for hanging around, you’re looking good.”

Your mom looked relieved to see Jordan, your ma on the other side looked slightly terrified as she eyed up the two women.

“It wasn’t an issue, you know I love spending time with my chick.”

Leah smiled, looking down at you on the couch, you buried your head in your phone, ignoring her gaze.

“Whether she admits it or not she likes seeing you as well.”

Your ma laughed awkwardly, it took everything in you to not burst out laughing at all of the tension between the two of them.

“Look I’ll be heading off, gotta me back in Birmingham for game review tonight but can we talk for a minute though Le?”

Your mom’s head cocked to the side, a look of curiosity evident on her face.

“Yeah sure, come with me.”

Lia watches them with the same look of curiosity as you, your eyes meeting as the trail back from the doorway to Leah’s office that they both step into.

“They’re talking about me.”

Lia doesn’t bother trying to ignore you or deny what you’re saying, she nodes her head.

“Probably, that’s what most parents do.”

It’s a absentminded answer, and for a second your aware that maybe Lia is in on whatever is happening, that she knows exactly what is going on behind the door. If anything important came from the phone call earlier you know Lia would be the first to know, she was like the third parent you never asked for nor wanted, but somehow ended up with.

“Ma thinks that Mom’s parenting is shit.”

Lia cocks her head, she’s harder to read then your moms, more calculated, more clean, less obviously emotional.

“She just disagrees with some of the things that your mother does, so do I. Nobody else is in her shoes though, she makes the decisions that are necessary and best for you.”

Lia sounds convinced of her words, even though you doubt them.

“Ma doesn’t think so.”

Lia bit down on her bottom lip, finishing with tucking her kit bag away so she could focus her attention on you.

“She worries about you.”

You did your best to suppress the eye roll, it didn’t work.

“She worries that mom is too nice and isn’t strict enough.”

Sometimes you thought that your mom compensated for the void between the two of you by letting you do whatever you wanted, other times you were reminded by your grandma that she’d told Leah she needed to go easy on you and that not everyone could be as perfect as Leah Williamson.

“Your mom knows what you need better than anybody else.”

The conversation paused, the two of you flinching at the sound of yelling from the other side of the door, you couldn’t make out what was being said, both of them were yelling though.

“Set the table for lunch for me, kiddo?”

You couldn’t pull your eyes from the door, you hadn’t hear your moms yell in a long time, it took you back to when they were breaking up, when they tried to act like they weren’t, when they saved the fighting and yelling for when you’d been tucked into bed and they’d thought you were asleep.

“Kiddo, table.”

You stood up from the couch, your eyes staying stuck to the door, even as you pulled cutlery from the drawer and laid it out with the placemats on the table. Eventually, the yelling ceased, and the room was over come with a silence like no other, only being broken by the door opening and your two moms walking out, both of them looking far more content considering that it had sounded like they were screaming at each other, not thirty seconds ago.

“Bubba, Jord is going to head off, if you want to say bye.”

Jordan’s arms opened up to you and as mad and confused as you were, you weren’t going to deny her. You walked around the table, leaning into her hug, wrapping your arms around her the same way she did for you, letting her hold on for a little bit longer.

“I’ll be back when I can chicky, I love you so much.”

You wanted to tell her she was lying, that they were all lying, they didn’t fucking love you, it was so fucking obvious. But for the sake of keeping the peace you didn’t.

“I love you too Ma.”

Jordan let go of you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. The same way she had when they’d adopted you when you were eight, the same way she had after your first game when you were 12, the same way she had when you were 14 and you’d been top of your form and given an award, the same way she had when she’d left for good when you were 16. It was the same kiss, yet everything about it was different, the meaning, the purpose, the intention, it was all different.

You watched as she walked out the door, the same as every time, you listened to the sound of her car starting and the sound of gravel underneath her tires as she pulled out and onto the road.

Once you were sure she was gone you turned around, sliding into a seat at the table, across from your mother, staring at her.

“What were you guys talking about?”

Leah looked at you, poker face as good as ever.

“Football, some other stuff.”

It was a obvious lie, both you and Lia knew it.

“You were talking about me, what about me?” Leah rolled her eyes at you.

“It was a conversation between your Ma and I, not for your ears.”

You didn’t bat an eye as Lia set lunch down in front of you, to fixated on your mother.

“You don’t yell over nothing, what were you talking about.”

Leah pushed her tongue out against her lips.

“Your ma had some concerns about you, that’s it, I told her she had nothing to worry about and that we were doing just fine.”

You knew that even if you didn’t want to admit it, Jordan probably had some valid points, your mom seemed unphased though.

“That’s it?”

Leah looked at you, and you could tell that she was holding something back.

“She told me that you’d told her you smoked weed last night and that you were vomiting this morning.”

You tried to keep your face from changing, keeping the confident exterior even if you were slightly scared on the inside.

“I got drunk, I had some fun, it was no biggy.”

Leah’s eyebrow rose in the trademark question.

“It’s a biggy to me because you told all you were doing was vaping and a little bit of drinking, you said you’d be honest with me and it’s clear you haven’t been.”

You hesitated for a second, the air thickening around you as suddenly the tension was between you and your mother.

“I was just having some fun mom, I didn’t do anything stupid, I was safe, just like you asked.”

Leah’s face shrivelled up as you used her words against her.

“You were out with friends I’ve never met, at a house on the opposite side of town that I’ve never been too, Jord said you looked like you’d been on a three day bender and I told her that I didn’t believe her but now you’re here admitting it.”

You reached into your pocket for your vape, desperate for something to take the edge of the conversation off, to make you feel calmer.

You pulled it out and Leah’s face immediately pointed inwards.

“How many times do I have to say no vape at the table?”

You frowned, shoving it back in your pocket.

“It was just a bit of weed mom, it’s what kids my age do.”

Leah shook her head.

“It wasn’t just a bit of weed, I’ve been smelling it on your clothes for weeks and trying to tell myself I was being delusional because you’d told me you were just on the vape, that you had no interest in drugs and yet you were lying to me, you have been for a while bubba and I don’t know how to feel about it to be honest. I thought we were closer than most parents and kids, I thought we had boundaries and that I was giving you enough space, and now I don’t know what to think.”

You pursed your lips, struggling to find words.

“And if you’re lying to me about weed then what else is there? What else is there you aren’t telling me because there has to be more. I let you drop football, I relaxed on the school because I know you were struggling but this doesn’t work if you aren’t honest with me.”

You really didn’t know what to say, your mind was in a million different places, the container underneath your bed, the joints on your windowsill hidden behind the curtains, the three vapes in your bedside table, the drug dealer numbers in your phone, what had happened last night, the meth track mark on your arm.

“Nothing, it was just some weed, I just wanted something to take the edge off, it was no big deal.”

Leah’s eyes closed for a second and you knew this was all about to get a lot harder.

“Except it was a big deal because you’ve been doing it behind my backs for weeks, I’ve tried to be understanding bubba, I have, I know it’s been tough for you with me and Jords breakup, you’ve had a really hard year, I let the vaping slide, I let your attendance drop at school, but drugs bub, it’s no joke.”

You took a deep breath.

“It’s just some weed, I don’t know what you want me to tell you.��

Leah wants to say that if you’re this relaxed about being caught doing weed then she doesn’t want to know what else you’re hiding from her that would make you less relaxed, but she keeps it to herself, or for this moment at least.

“I want you to bring me whatever you have of it, I won’t have you smoking illicit and illegal substances underneath my roof.”

You figured there were worse things that could happen, she could find your stash, she could take your vape, she could ground you or make you go to school.

“Okay.”

Your mom nodded, happy she had at least won a small battle.

“After lunch.”

You nod again in agreeance, looking down at the caesar salad in front of you and stabbing your fork down onto it, picking up the different pieces of lettuce and chicken scattered throughout.

You make it through half the meal before you grab your bowl and pick it up, walking into the kitchen to do you washing up, your mom follows behind you, her bowl empty.

You take the dish from her, cleaning it out and stacking both of them in the dishwasher, knowing whats to come now.

You slow yourself down on the stairs giving her the time to follow behind you as she dragged her bad leg up every individual stair.

Leah had been putting in hours everyday for her rehab, it was her main focus, over everything else.

Eventually the two of you made it to the top of the stairs, and eventually to your bedroom door.

You hesitated before opening it, you couldn’t remember the last time Leah had been inside it, way before her acl, ever since she’d gotten injured she’d been avoiding the staircase.

You opened the door, hand pausing on the cold metal doorknob for a split second before pushing it open.

Your room was still freezing, you didn’t miss how your mother shivered from the breeze that hit her face immediately, coming straight from the open window.

“Jesus kiddo, you trying to replicate antarctica in here? You know I pay good money for heating, right?”

It’s a lighthearted joke, yet somehow it hurts for you, you don’t know how or why, you just know that it does.

“I like it cold.”

Leah looks at you, both brows furrowed inwards.

“Alright then polar bear.”

You try not to flinch away when her hand reaches up to ruffle your hair, it’s something she’s done to you since you were a kid, it feels wrong now though.

“Let’s just get this over and done with.”

You walk over to your windowsill, reaching behind the curtain and reaching for the bag of joints that you have stashed behind the material. Leah frowns as you walk back over to her, shoving the bag into her hands before she can even ask.

“This is all of them?”

She looks completely unconvinced, you probably would be too, most kids don’t give up their drugs willingly.

“Yes.”

Leah looks at you, eye to eye, like she’s trying to reach into your soul, or read your mind.

“Bubba, this is your chance, I’m giving you an opportunity to be straight with me, and whatever you tell me or give me I won’t be mad about. I might want to sit down and question your decisions, but I won’t be mad. Teenagers are stupid, they make mistakes, they try new things, I get it. Be honest with me bubba, please.”

You didn’t really know what Leah was insinuating, but it was clear that she knew there was a bigger picture here.

“That’s it mom.”

You had to tear your eyes away from her, you couldn’t handle the way that she was looking at you, the mix of disappointment, resentment and worry mixed into her blue irises.

“Bubba, don’t make me search your room, don’t make me have to ground you, don’t make me have to call Jord and get her to turn the car around to help me out.”

You brought your eyes back to Leah’s.

“That’s it mom, I don’t know what you want me to tell you, I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”

You were lying through your teeth and the fact you couldn’t look eye to eye with Leah would have been enough of a warning sign of that.

“Drugs bubba, that’s what I’m talking about, you’re lying straight to my fucking face right now, I don’t know what about or why but you are.”

You didn’t know what to say, you weren’t going to admit it, you couldn’t, but you needed to say something. Fuck, you were so fucked.

You tried to spin it in your head, tried to think about how you could make this work out. You were caught, you were done, this was bad.

Your eyes darted to below your bed, rookie fucking mistake.

Leah caught your line of sight, and you knew as soon as she did that it was all about to go to fucking shit, that you were done for.

“Lia.”

Your mom’s voice was urgent, a yell that had the swiss woman bounding up the stairs in a matter of seconds.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You were so fucking fucked.

You were frozen in your spot, your mom’s eyes looking at you like she’d just been stabbed in the heart.

“Bubba, you can get whatever you are hiding from me or I will get Lia to tear this whole room a part, I’m not fucking around.”

You felt torn down the middle, your brain couldn’t think, you felt the same sickness sink in from this morning, instead of it being withdrawals from drugs though it was the realisation that your whole life was about to be turned upside down.

You tried to think, tried to think about how you could spin this, make it a little bit better than it really was.

Lia looked more uncomfortable then possible, you wished a blackhole would randomly pop up and swallow all three of you.

Something hit you, it wasn’t a full resolution but it was better than what you currently had going for you.

You walked over to your bed, with unsteadier legs then last night when you were so drunk the world was spinning, crouching down when you got to the edge, feeling for the familiar container that held all of your deepest darkest secrets, or at least that’s how it felt.

It took you back to a time when you’d made Leah check under your bed everynight for the monsters under your bed, now though she was looking for the monsters in your head, the monsters that had turned her little perfect girl into whatever you were now.

Your hand eventually met the hard plastic, you pulled it out, biting down on the inside of your cheek as you stood up and sat down on the edge of your bed.

Leah took a couple steps closer to you, standing directly in front of you.

“Look, it’s not mine, I only did it twice, my friends bought it over, I swear.”

Half of it was true.

“Open the box, bubba.”

You felt your throat tighten, you felt like you were going to vomit, or pass out, or have a heart attack.

“Mom, I didn’t want to, I don’t even like it, I just did it because my friends were, I swear.”

It was also another half truth.

“Bubba, open the box.”

You bit down even harder on the inside of your cheek, reaching for the edge of the plastic box and opening it, revealing the two baggies of white powder inside of it.

Leah’s face fell, in a way that you’d never seen, you’d seen her disappointed before, this wasn’t it, it was something else entirely and you weren’t sure what.

“Bubba.”

Your mom was a overly emotional person, you couldn’t handle her crying right now though, you couldn’t do it, you couldn’t deal with her pretending she gave a shit when this was the first time in months that it felt like she cared, and it was all because of Jordan, not on her own volition.

“I swear mom, I swear, it’s not mine, I promise.”

It wasn’t a lie, it hadn’t started out as yours, you’re friends had left it behind after a weekend hangout and had never asked for it back, so it technically wasn’t yours, technically.

“Bubba, what is it?”

Leah reached for the box, picking up the two bags, the bags that you felt like held your whole life together.

“Cocaine, it’s just a little bit of coke, my friends were using it before parties, I didn’t like it, it made me feel dizzy and it hurt my head.”

The cocaine bit was a lie, but the fact you didn’t like cocaine wasn’t, it was the kind of stimulant which put you into over drive, the high lasted no where near as long and it made you feel like you weren’t making sense.

You were hoping she would believe the cocaine, inevitably, cocaine was a pissy drug. Leah would have been at thousands of parties were cocaine was handed around, hell, you were fairly certain your mother had taken plenty of it. Cocaine was less addictive, good cocaine was also stupidly expensive, the value of it was fucked. Meth was cheap but a thousand times more addictive, cocaine was a better like.

“Lia, get rid of it.”

Your mom handed the bag of joints over to Lia, as well as the bags of drugs, shoving them into her hands like they were burning her hands. “I don’t even know what to say to you bubba.”

Your mom looked genuinely at a loss for words, her eyes kept darting between your eyes and your hands, which were shaking in front of you.

“Mom, I promise, it was only a one time thing, really, I was just keeping it for my friends.”

As soon as the tears started spilling down Leah’s face you knew it was about to get bad.

She walked over to your desk, pulling the chair out from it and dragged it across the room until it was directly in front of you, your mother taking a seat.

Her hands came out to rest on your knees, they were shaking like yours, not as badly but still shaking, though for different reasons you assumed.

“You told me the weed was a one time thing, that was a lie. I don’t know what to believe anymore, you’ve put me in a impossible situation, bubba. On one hand, I want to believe you. I want to believe the kid I raised, on the other hand you haven’t given me reason to. You broke my trust, you lied to me, you broke the house rules. I don’t ask a lot of you, I let you get away with more than your ma would let you, and I was fine with it because you were showing me you were a good kid, but now I honestly don’t know what to think. You told me it was just the vapes, I thought you were using a little bit to much nicotine and now it turns out that you’re smoking pot and doing drugs. You’ve been hiding and lying and I just don’t get why. Why bubba? Tell me why.”

Big tears were dripping from your mothers eyes, big, wet, fat tears pooling in her icey blue eyes.

“I don’t know, okay? I’m sorry mom, I’m really sorry. I’m sorry. I love you, I didn’t mean it, it was just some fun, it was a one time thing, I promise.”

Leah pursed her lips, the same way you were, the sleeve of her shirt was pressed to her face, picking up the tears that were dripping down her jaw.

“I’m going to go and call your ma, this is a discussion we need to be having together, I need her here for this.”

Little did they know how bad it really was.

Leah stood up, you thought she would just leave, heading back down to make a call to your ma that would inevitably change your life, instead, she sat down next to you, her arms opening up.

You leaned into her side, letting her wrap both of her arms around you.

“I’m sorry mom, I’m sorry.”

It was the only thing you could think of saying, the only thing that sounded right coming off the tip of your tongue.

“I love you so much my beautiful girl, we’ll figure this out, your ma and I, we’re all going to figure this out.”

Leah held onto you for a little bit longer, her arms tightening onto you like you were holding her down to earth, like she would float away if she didn’t.

Eventually she let go, her face was puffy and red, her sleeves were red and she sounded all sniffly.

“I’m going to go and phone Jord, we’re going to sort it all out, we’ll figure this out, okay? We’re both here for you, we both love you so much, you’re our little girl.”

You found it weird how easy it slipped off of her tongue, you wondered if she actually believed that she meant it, you wondered if when your mother said it that she meant it without really meaning it. There were words but there were no actions to support those words, just empty syllables and letters all formed together in a intricate lie.

You watched as Leah limped her way out of your room, her bad leg trailing behind her good one, rule number one of parenting a child you now know is drug addicted, never leave them alone in a room they can escape from when you’ve just confronted them.

#woso #woso community #sammykworshipper thoughts #leah williamson #arsenal wfc #leah williamson x reader #jordan nobbs x reader #jordan and leah #jordan nobbs #wobbs breakup #its painful #trauma dumping #tears were shed #woso imagine #woso angst #sammykworshipperfics #pain sweet pain #fluff is coming #maybe

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words-4u · 9 months

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don’t shut me out

pairing: jordan li x f!reader

wc: 750

a/n: i combined the two requests bc they felt kinda similar but i hope you guys enjoy <3

(NOTE: your super power is the ability to transform into any animal you want)

you stared at the last message you sent jordan.

to j 💗 i miss u. text me when u see this pls

you had sent that text at 8 pm last night and it was almost noon the next day and you still hadn't heard back from them. sighing deeply, you locked your phone, stuffing it in to your backpack.

is it me? did i do something? you thought.

it might seem over the top reacting this way but jordan is so communicative especially at night so it was off brand for them to go ghost like this. you were going through the different possibilities in your head as walked the god u campus to get to your next class, you had almost missed your friend calling your name.

“hey, y/n!”

you looked up and saw cate beckoning you over to a table she’s at with andre.

“hey guys,” you said with no excitement which the blonde found weird.

“did your cat die or something? what’s up?” she asked patting the seat in between her and andre.

you huffed and set your bag on the table and your head on andre’s shoulder.

“okay this is gonna sound so stupid but i’ve been texting jordan all night and all morning today and i haven’t heard so much as a peep from them. i know the messages are going through, i just don't know why they're ignoring me”

“oh y/n. you haven’t heard,” andre begins. ”jordan’s parents are in town. we don’t know much about them but we know they are jordan’s least favourite topic.”

“i mean they’ve told me the basics but…” you trail off.

if their parents are in town then that explain why they’ve been so hard to reach. jordan's parents have never understood them and always made them feel ashamed of their powers which is ridiculous because they are ones who’ve injected their kid with compound V.

"guys i’ve got to go,” you said grabbing your bags and transforming into an eagle, flying off to jordan's student accommodation.

you knock rapidly on your partner’s door, once you arrived. “jordan, open up!”

silence.

you grabbed your vphone out of your bag and checked the “find my” app. “i can literally see that you’re in there so either you open this door and let me in or i turn into a snake and slither in… your choice.”

you hear some metal clanging and something unlocked and in a second you were faced with your gorgeous significant other who looked like they have been crying their eyes out.

no words needed to be said between you before you dropped your bag and pulled them into your arms, rocking them side to side.

you let a few moments pass before you spoke. “why didn't you just tell me?”

“i’m sorry,” they said pulling away. “i fall into this pit of self hatred when my parents come around.”

you guided them to the bed and played with their fingers as you shared your thoughts. “you know i thought you were ignoring cause i might've done something to piss you off or something…”

“no, baby” they whispered. “it’s not you. like at all. it’s them. they… they’ve never accepted my full powers. the girl version anyway. to my parents, i’m their golden boy and nothing else. i came to god u and swore that i would never feel ashamed of myself and would never be forced to choose one gender like my parents desperately want.”

“that’s a lot to carry by yourself, jord,” you move their short black bob out of their face and tuck it behind their ear. “i’m here if you ever need to talk. about any of it.”

“i know,” they smiled softly.

“and for what it’s worth i like…all of you,” you confessed which made jordan put on their sexy grin that you fell for.

“is that right? and which parts of me do you like?” they asked switching to their male form and placing you on their lap.

“hmm now that i think about it, i actually can’t remember,” you stroked your chin jokingly.

“how about i make you remember?” they replied, capturing your lips in an over due kiss. you breathe them in as you run your hands through their short hair.

you pulled away still holding their face in your hands. “promise to tell me when things bother you, big or small okay? i don’t want you to shut me out.”

jordan nodded, whispering, “i promise,” before kissing you once more.

#gen v #gen v imagines #jordan li #jordan li imagines #jordan li x reader #london thor #derek luh #the boys #cate dunlap #andre anderson #gen v prime #gen v fanfiction #gen v amazon

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brucewaynehater101 · 10 days

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can we have chaos gremlin Tim Drake fic recs pls? 🥺

Hullo 👋

Here's some fics where Tim is a bit unhinged. I copied and pasted the summaries the author did:

Tim’s quest to bring Bruce back from his Time-Travel-Super-Vacation goes horribly topsy-turvey when Ra's takes a more pro-active approach to keeping Tim prisoner, and he ends up in an alternate universe where he never existed, and everybody is disorientingly well-adjusted and weirdly obsessed with his “wellness”, whatever that means.

Tim is a clone, Young Justice has a new BFF, and Batman's adoption tendency has been sledgehammered with Post-Ethiopia grief, which means the JLA is now in charge of a miniature Batman despite almost none of them being parents. This can't end badly, can it?

When Tim is 11 he figures it’s not hurting anyone if he. Ya know. Takes a picture in the Batmobile. But then the power goes to his head and all of a sudden he’s hacking the Batmobile and tearing through Gotham on a rescue mission.

Tim Drake fucks around with the timestream and finds out. Now, he has to suddenly deal with a baby face, his family (and hiding from them), the loss of his precious middle child status and the burgeoning realisation that Damian is taller than him.

Beneath Gotham there is something. Anyone who spends time with their feet on the ground can tell you that much. At the surface level it's goons and scared street kids. Beneath them are the sewers, haunted by endless appetites and the scraping of hide against stone. Beneath that is glowing green, craving warmth of blood and rage, hunting for its host. And even further beneath that is something other. Above Gotham there is something. Anyone who spends time in the city can tell you that much. In the shadows of tall buildings or on outcrops of stone there was movement. Flashes of color or shadows taken form. Ever watchful eyes following the movement of the cities beating heart.

He hadn’t been prepared to take on Red Hood in Titans’ Tower. No, Tim had fought cleanly. Fair. But he wasn’t in the business of making the same mistakes twice. And the Red Hood? Well… Jason Todd should have stayed dead.

On a boring night, Tim and Steph discuss their most favorite and stupid yellow-press headlines. Years later, it gives Damian the chance to witness the true unhinged potential of one Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne

Talia doesn't tell Damian his father's name before sending him off to Gotham. This sets off a series of events that no one could have predicted. On an unrelated note, Tim has always wanted to be a big brother

The kid in civvies knocking on the door to his apartment shrieks Jason's name and launches himself at Jason, who catches him on reflex. He realizes it's the Replacement at the same time he notices the kid is so tiny he could barely pass for twelve, let alone fourteen. "Jason," his Replacement mumbles again into his chest, and Jason finally regains the presence of mind to move them backwards into the apartment. If he's murdering the kid now, better to do it with privacy.

Hal Jordan finds a tiny child in the Watchtower, and appropriately decides he should not be there. Robin has other ideas.

Last one: The series "Bird's Night Out" by Calamityjim. Basically, chaotic Robin rivalry with Red Hood

#tim drake #dc universe #thank you for the ask!!!!#dc fic recs #unhinged tim drake #batfam fics

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supernerdsblog · 3 months

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make up, make outs | jordan li x reader

summary: jordan lets you put makeup on them.

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"Jordan, stop moving or you'll mess it up." you say, just above a whisper. Your inches away from their face, trying to steadily apply eyeshadow. Your legs straddled them as they laid down.

With school coming to an end for the semester, you were both bored and Jordan had finally caved and let you put makeup on them.

"I'm trying, it just feels weird." They let out a soft chuckle, their hands mindlessly drawing circles into your hips. With you so close, they could smell the soft scent of your shampoo and a bit of the weed you both smoked earlier.

You swiped dark eyeliner onto their eyelids as Jordan's playlist played softly in the background. You had been at this for at least an hour.

"Okayy...and..done." You say, sitting back. You admired your work carefully.

Their eyes open to look at you. A soft smile on their face.

They looked good. They always do. The look was definitely different from their usual mascara and concealer, but it complimented nicely with their features.

You hop off of them and shuffle to their mirror, dodging all the makeup you had splayed out across the floor. You pulled them along as they continued to smile at how excited you seemed.

In front of the mirror, you stood beaming as they finally got to see what you had spent so much time on.

"What d'ya think?" You asked hopefully. You stood at their side, looking right back at them in the mirror.

They looked at themselves for a bit. They shifted to their male form, then back to their female form.

"It looks really nice.”

You smile fell a bit. That wasn't the reaction you were expecting. Only nice? Not great or amazing?

"But?" You waited.

"But.. it's just not my thing. It looks better on you, babe" they confessed. They pressed a kiss to your cheek as you watched in the mirror. The lip gloss you had applied earlier, now transferring onto your skin.

"Sorry." They said with a tight lipped smile.

You quickly moved a piece of hair from out of their face before tying your hands around their neck.

"Don't apologize, Jord. If it's not you thing, then it's not your thing." you shrugged.

You leaned in, connecting your lips to theirs.

Both of you smiled into the quick kiss.

“I mean, you look hot either way, so I guess it’s okay.” You said, playfully rolling your eyes.

With that, Jordan began to smile again. A soft hum coming from their lips as they closed the distance for a second time.

One hand traveled to the back of your neck, pulling you in closer - if that was even possible. You felt their other hand find its way back to your waist. Your own hands had traveled to Jordan’s hair.

The familiar taste of your favorite cherry lip gloss on them and their fuzzy cologne filled your senses.

You both pulled away panting. The makeup you had worked so hard on, now smeared.

“I do really like the eyeliner though.” Jordan admitted.

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i don’t know how I feel about this one :( but I finally posted again! any tips are appreciated and please please please send requests! Happy Easter if you celebrate!

xoxo, $uperNerd

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jaegeraether · 1 month

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Sunsets and footballers (Part 74)

Lucy Bronze x Reader (61) & Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson (16)

Masterlist (other parts here)

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(Trigger warning: as gentle as I could, but still, take care friends.)

LUCY POV

Lucy’s eyes widened. She was part-ways through turning to make sure YFN was okay, but had frozen at the sound as he hit the wall. They all were.

YFN was quicker than anyone to deal with the situation. “Jake! Medical here now.” The Lumos employee ran off as she whimpered her pain. “Katie, check on him please. Luce, help me up.”

They did as they were told with Leah and Jill moving to help Katie with Mark while Lucy followed her instructions without a thought and spun away from what she’d done. YFN’s face was contorted in pain from her place on the floor as Caitlin and Jordan were knelt either side, unsure where to touch her.

They moved back as Lucy knelt down.

“Where are you hurt?”

“All over,” she admitted quietly. “I’m a little worried my collarbone is fractured again… or the screws have failed…” Lucy felt her face drop and her anger rising again, but as she went to turn, her face was caught by her hand. “Look at me, Luce. Not him. Look after me, please.”

Look after her.

Always.

She leant in and hugged her arms around her waist, YFN’s arm holding her head as Lucy stood them both up with the help of Caitlin and Jordan on either side. “Thanks, guys.”

Lucy moved to her side, holding her good arm over her shoulders, with an arm around her waist and gripping her hip. Her ribs were too broken to hold.

“How is he?” YFN asked and Lucy followed her gaze. He’d been stunned, but not passed out.

Mark reached the back of his head and pulled his hand back to see if there was… no blood. Good.

“He’s okay.” Katie said. “A nasty egg on the back of his head but it was the wall that cracked.”

Lucy felt her body release so much nervous tension that she knew YFN could feel it.

“We need to get him checked out at the hospital regardless.”

“I’m fine,” he snapped and stood, albeit a little unsteadily. Jake arrived then with his medical kit and another Lumos employee and they examined his head. Mark let them and he turned back to YFN, opening his mouth to speak as YFN cut him off.

“Uh uh. Me first. You shoved me and got the same thing back. And although I’m without a doubt more injured than you; I’m happy to call it even.”

His eyes fell upon her collarbone and Lucy could tell he’d heard her say she thought it was re-broken.

“That’s hardly fair,” Jill said. “He put you back in hospital!”

Unfortunately, Jill knew nothing about the whole situation. And apparently neither did Lucy.

“I have one other request too before I drop it,” YFN said strongly, even as she clung to her side; the tightness in which her fingers gripped Lucy betraying how much pain she was in.

Mark stayed silent.

“You hear what I have to say. Five minutes. That’s all. A discussion.”

He weighed up her offer, his hand finding that egg on the back of his head again. “Here?” He asked, surprisingly sounding almost dejected.

“In private. Upstairs.”

Mark eventually nodded.

“Perfect. Luce, I need help upstairs and to one of the conference rooms-”

“There’s always your office,” Jake said, stepping back, satisfied with his head being okay.

“My… office?”

“We made it for you as a surprise…” the other Lumos employee said, and Lucy was ashamed to admit she didn’t know her name.

“O…kay. Okay. Thank you. Perfect. Luce, can you help me up there, please? Jake, escort him up there, please. I’ll be there soon.”

Jake nodded and disappeared with Mark.

“Lisa – can you and Jake keep a close eye on Mark, please? If he’s showing any signs of weariness or wobbling et cetera, let me know.”

“Will do.”

God she was so good at what she did. Lucy’s heart swelled with pride.

“Luce and also… Lee and Jords… I need you all with me. I have something to explain. Uh, Beth, Katie… the rest of you… can you please make sure everybody gets back to their happy lunch here? I feel like the room is a bit tense right now.”

“All over it,” Beth agreed and the group began making plans to ease the crowd.

Lucy felt the fingers of YFN’s slinged arm grip her shirt lightly and she looked down into those blue eyes. They had a little bit more privacy now that most of the group was talking about fanning out around the tables.

“Breathe, please.”

Lucy took a deep breath in and out.

“Good. Thank you for protecting me. You did the right thing.”

“I was angry…”

“I know.”

“He shouldn’t have pushed you…”

“I know.”

“I shouldn’t have pushed him so hard…”

“Lucia Roberta, stop now. Don’t get into your head about this, please. I need you here. You did the right thing. He just stumbled. And the wall broke, not his head. He’s fine, and we both know he deserved it.”

He did deserve it.

“Now I have some explaining to do.” She looked over at Leah and Jordan who were close and pretending not to listen. “To all of you. But first, I need to speak to Mark.”

Lucy, Leah and Jordan watched the very intense discussion between Mark and YFN from just outside the room, wondering what was being said. He looked reluctant to reply at times, almost about to cry at others, and very stubborn in his approach to it all. She watched as Mark paced and YFN as she sat on a chair, her leg outstretched on a foot stool and her arm tucked to her body like a bird with its wing clipped. She was pale. Tired. In pain. Lucy was eager to get her to a hospital and x-ray for damage, but by her facial expressions, she knew the topic was serious.

“Do you know what it’s about?” Jordan asked.

“No clue.”

“She said a woman died, right?” Leah responded.

“She did.”

“His wife?”

“Let’s just wait for her to tell us,” Lucy interjected.

Mark got slightly louder then, shaking his head and clearly triggered by something. Lucy respected their need for privacy but also wasn’t going to give him the chance to touch her again. As he got closer to her, Lucy was moving before she realised, and entered the room. He was standing over her now, looking down with his large figure, though she didn’t look nervous. In fact, they both didn’t even acknowledge Lucy in the room.

“I need proof. Proof that you aren’t just protecting her.”

YFN sighed and her head touched the back of the chair as she thought. “I can’t promise anything… but I’ll talk to her. Until then – please accept that I’m telling the truth and respect my request. Don’t put investigators on this. Don’t ask around. Just… just let us come to you.”

Mark was silent while he thought.

“You have a week.”

“Thank you.”

He stalked for the door, avoiding Lucy’s eyes and only briefly paused once when YFN spoke again. “Please get a medical check for your head.”

He was holding the door open and his expression shifted slightly from restless to almost sympathetic. He sighed and looked at YFN. “You too.”

And then he was gone.

And then Lucy was by her side, on her knees. Ouch. Her fucking knee. It’d been causing her pain for a while now.

She didn’t say anything at first, though she did look tired and defeated. What had Lucy done by putting her in this situation?

Her hand reached out and stroked her cheek and Lucy let her eyes shut and her head tilt into the comfort of her warm skin on hers.

“Quite the dramatic life we have, huh?”

“It won’t always be this way,” Lucy said weakly, as if she didn’t believe it. She opened her eyes and saw that YFN didn’t believe what she’d said either.

“I think we both know that’s not true. But it’s okay, because we have each other and we’re surrounded by incredible people.”

She nodded against her hand. “We do. We are.”

YFN turned her head to look out the glass wall of her office and gesture to the girls.

Leah and Jordan entered hesitantly.

“Take a seat, please. You’ll need to sit for this.”

LEAH POV

Although the couch was quite large, Jordan chose to sit right next to Leah, their skin flush up against each other. If it were anyone else, she would have shied away. But not from Jordan. She leant into her. Having her there was a reassurance she’d forgotten was so sweet.

“You have something to explain?” Leah asked.

“About Mark, and why he’s done the things he’s done. And about Joe.”

“You mean Joanne?”

“No. Let’s start there. Joe, my boss, the founder of Lumos, is not Joanne Rowling.”

“But you were at her house in Scotland…”

“Mmnhmn. A rather extensive cover for the actual Joe.”

“That’s entirely unnecessary…” Leah trailed off as she thought. “So they have a company with the same name as Joanne’s, they borrowed her house just to meet you, they call themselves ‘Joe’, they have all of this obvious wealth and influence… fucking Mark says his investigators know that she actually is JK… but who would…… oh.”

Leah’s eyes widened as she realised. She met Lucy’s eyes which betrayed that she was, in fact, correct. “You’re fucking kidding.”

“…what?” Jord asked.

Leah looked to YFN. “You’re serious?”

She thought for a second about her response, and then nodded slowly.

“Who?” Jord asked, getting a little frustrated.

YFN turned to her. “Catherine.”

“Okay. I don’t know her.”

Silence. And then it clicked. “Fuck off. You’re having a laugh.”

YFN’s facial expression showed that she was in fact, not having a laugh.

“The… Kate… Catherine? That one? Middl-”

“-don’t.” Lucy warned. “Her name is Joe. Don’t say her name.”

“She’s not fucking Voldemort.”

“But she is… who she is…” YFN admitted. “We call her Joe, but you’re correct. And the only reason I’m telling you two this is because I trust you both with my life. Not only that, but you’ve both been affected by this whole situation and I need you to know the full story. So here we go.”

She took a breath and Leah felt Jordan tense beside her.

“I’ve told Mark that our Joe is not JK Rowling, but he needs proof. I’m… going to ask her what she wants to do about it, because she’s insistent on this being her own passion project and only essential people knowing her involvement.”

“Does Wil-” Jordan cut herself off, yet YFN still answered.

“No. He doesn’t know. No one except for the people in this room, and the board who run Lumos.”

She nodded and the back of her hand touched Leah’s.

“So this is all about Joanne then?” Leah asked.

YFN nodded. “He did what he did to you because you were promoting your children’s book last year and did a sit down talk with JK Rowling about it. Children’s author to children’s author.”

“That’s right…” Leah admitted, her heart racing as she started to understand. “Joe’s team were confident that it would be a massive boost for her after the previous comments she’d made on the transgender community and our PR teams planned it to benefit us both and build her reputation back up a little…” She remember that Mark hadn’t liked that.

“And then Mark approached you without your team and told you to make sure it wasn’t ever posted. And when you refused, he threatened you with the video of…” YFN trailed off and Leah went still. The fucking video. All of it wasn’t about Leah, or Jordan, but about someone else entirely.

Fuck.

Would she ever escape from under the shadow of this fucking video? Her head started to turn over and over, thinking about break-up, the past year alone, the pain she’d caused Jordan-

Jord’s fingers interlaced slowly with Leah’s then, as if to test the waters. Slowly, softly, fully. They held hands and that support had her wanting to cry. She took a breath as Jord squeezed her hand in support. As if to say, ‘we’re in this together now.’

“Okay… okay so we’ve established this is all about Mark hating Joanne. But why?”

“Did you see the comments she made about the transgender community?”

“A few when I was talking to my team prior to the book release. They weren’t good.”

“Mmn.” YFN stopped speaking and when Leah looked over, she saw a tear running down her cheek. Lucy wiped it away softly.

“What happened, little one? Who died?”

YFN cleared her throat and shut her eyes. “His daughter. Callie. She was transgender and she…”

Oh no.

Oh fuck.

Tears sprung into the eyes of everyone in the room.

“She… she…” Jord started.

YFN nodded and opened her eyes, wiping them. “Yes. The comments made were the final straw of a long battle she’d been fighting with her identity. She was a very big Harry Potter fan, and fan of JK herself, which exacerbated how the comments affected her so.”

They didn’t need to ask any more questions. It made sense now. Everything.

And suddenly, Mark didn’t seem so bad after all. He seemed like a dad who loved his child.

But as Jord squeezed onto her hand again, she remembered the pain he’d caused with his own, and the year of their life together that was taken away.

Lucy regained herself first. From her reaction, it was clear that she knew about Catherine, but not about Callie. She cleared her throat. “What now?”

“Now… nothing for you all. I only told you because you all deserved to understand the full story. I only found out today…”

“Your phone call,” Lucy murmured, putting the pieces together.

“My phone call. So take that knowledge with you, and you’re not expected to do anything with it except to be free from it, and move on. Together, I hope.”

Jord laughed sadly. “Cheeky, chicken.”

She returned a small smile. “Always.”

“And what about you? Surely you won’t tell Mark who she is?”

“I’ll leave that part up to her. I’ll just tell her the full story and I know that now she’s a lot more empathetic towards his cause. What he is doing is still absolutely not okay, but there’s reason there now. We’ll talk about how to resolve this issue between us and Mark.”

The new knowledge had taken a weight off Leah’s shoulders that she hadn’t even realised was there. They finished their day with their friends and Blu, and making content; Leah noticing that Jordan was hovering a lot closer to her than she had been in a long time. Stolen glances. Knowing smiles. Bodies touching softly.

They were early into the afternoon when YFN arrived back from the hospital and they all finished their lunch together. And later on, when it was getting late and YFN was getting tired, they helped Lucy to finish up and usher people out, ensuring they signed the Lumos wall on their way out.

Only once Lucy had YFN in her car did they also leave, heading home. They pulled up at Leah’s place and entered, chatting about anything and everything, and feeling so perfectly normal. Back to the real them. They watched a movie, played with Blu and attempted to cook together with what Leah had in the house.

Jord showered first, and Leah waited, responding to her emails for the day. As Leah exited the shower later on, she was met at the door by a nervous looking Jordan. Her hair was still wet, and she was comfy in her oversized clothes, ready for bed.

Leah was confused until she saw the look on her face. Pupils dilated, lips parted, breath ragged. The past few weeks, Leah had been terrified to move too quickly, like they had before. To make a mistake. She wouldn’t make another one. She’d already promised both Jord and herself that.

Right now, however, she didn’t feel scared for that. It felt… right.

Jordan’s lips found hers and she moved onto her tippy toes to reach Leah; her fists grabbing at her pajamas and pulling her down. Jordan. Jordan. Fucking Jordan. God, she tasted magnificent. Her lips were desperate, but soft. As if making up for lost time or making up for a desperate need for her that had built over the past weeks. For Leah it was both.

Her hands found her hips and pulled her close, her head tilted and their tongues met. They both moaned into it as their lips once again memorised each other with each kiss, each gasp, each tremble.

They fell asleep in Leah’s bed that night, fully clothed and cuddled together in such a way that she knew they’d both get too hot during the night.

But still, it was perfect.

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loveysloveclub · 8 months

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you are in love - rutger mcgroarty

in which, it's the moment when you realise you are in love and the moment rutger realises he is in love.

you and rutger had only been dating for a couple of months, but there was something you felt towards him that you had never felt towards other boyfriends before. you often found yourself wanting to spend every waking minute with him, which is why you had said yes when he asked to hang out during the late hours of the night.

he had picked you up from your dorm building, but had refused to tell you where he was taking you.

"you can ask as many times as you want, but i'm not telling you." he rolled his eyes playfully, his fingers drumming on the steering wheel of his car. "then i'm calling the police and crying that i've been kidnapped." you joked, picking up your phone. rutger scoffed before stealing your phone and throwing it into the backseat.

"you came here willingly, don't lie now, jords."

you simply hummed in response, watching as you pulled up to a 24 hour diner that you had never seen before. "you do know there's a diner closer to campus, right?" you asked as you jumped out of the car, meeting up with rutger at the front of the vehicle as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

"yeah, but this is my spot. i've never had better pancakes."

you heart swelled at the idea of him showing you his spot. biting the inside of your cheek in order to stop the smile that threatened to overtake your features, you allowed rutger to guide you into the diner.

you took a seat at an unoccupied booth, rutger sliding into the seat next to you and wordlessly picking up a menu.

you placed your head on his shoulder tiredly, it being well passed midnight by now, as you both read the menu. your eyes flickered through all the different foods, humming whenever rutger pointed out something that looked good. you ended up letting him order for you, being far too tired to even process the hundreds of foods on the menu.

since you two were probably the only ones in the diner, the food came out pretty quickly. one moment you were resting your eyes and the next, there was a pile of pancakes on a plate in front of you.

rutger had his own pile, but he clearly liked yours more since he kept stealing bites when he thought you weren't looking. "stop being sneaky." you told the boy, fighting off his fork with your own, but he was persistent as he stole the chunk of pancake you had on your own fork.

you gasped dramatically, turning to face the boy who seemed to be looking everywhere but you. you had tried to be mad, but it was difficult when he somehow had gotten whipped cream on his forehead.

you laughed at the boy before grabbing his chin and forcing him to look at you, you swiped the whipped cream off with your finger before wiping it off your finger with a napkin. his face shied with embarrassment before scooping some whipped off your pancake and placing it on the corner of your lip.

you deadpanned at the childlike boy, "what are you, five?"

you reached to grab another napkin, but your hand was slapped away. "don't worry, i got it."

your heart swelled once more at rutger leaned in and connected his lips with yours. and that's when you realised.

you were in love.

sundays were one of the only days rutger had off from both hockey and school, which is why he demanded you sleep over ever saturday night. he liked waking up next to you and forcing you to stay in bed with him all day, and then, on the rare occasion, dragging you to his secret diner (that he refused to tell anyone else about) to get some pancakes.

so, when he woke up that sunday morning and you were no longer in the bed next to him, he felt himself deflate. the boy huffed before shuffling out and into the kitchen, where you stood in nothing but his shirt cooking something on the stove. your back was facing him, allowing him to sneak up behind and snake his arms around your waist.

you jumped slightly, but calmed when you realised it was just your boyfriend.

"a little warning, next time." you teased, turning your head to give him a chaste kiss before returning your attention back to the stovetop.

"whatcha making?" rutger asked, his head rested in the crook of your neck. "pancakes." you sung happily.

"do you know how to make pancakes?" rutger teased, his eyebrows raising. you elbowed him in the stomach, "of course i know how to make pancakes, asshole."

"then why does soemthing smell like its burning?" rutger shot back, stepping away from you as your eyes dropped to the pancake cooking in the pan. "shit, shit, shit." you mumbled to yourself as you flipped the pancake, cringing at the charred black exterior.

you heard rutger laugh from behind you, spinning on your heel to glare at him. "you distracted me." you accused. rutger didn't deny your accusation before grabbing his car keys. "come on, i know a place."

your eyes lit up at the mention of your secret spot, to which only you and rutger shared before runnign down the hall. "let me put pants on!" you yelped as you slid to a stop, your socked feet proving to be hazardous on the wooden floor.

rutger laughed as he watched you disappear into his room, his heart full of an unknown emotion. and that's when he realised.

he was in love.

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alexfromjersey · 10 months

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LONG ROAD TO GRIEF & RECOVERY

Vada Cavell x G!P OC

word count:

warnings: none

a/n: quick little chapter. I kinda neglected this story for my other Jenna one…sorry 😬.

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“Sleeping Beauty has finally awakened from her slumber”

Deep breath in.

“I’m older than both of you so what I say goes”

Hold it.

“I wish you would just let your balls drop and talk to her. The longing gaze from across the room is so Twilight”

Hold it.

“Happy Birthday youngsters”

Hold it.

“DEVYN!”

Hold it.

“JORDAN!”

Hold it.

“You have to keep your eyes open. Don’t close them”

Exhale.

You let out the breath you were holding into the spirometer. The doctor took the device from you and logged in the numbers. It's been a week since the school shooting. You were shot in your lower abdomen and the bullet lodged into your hip bone. Thankfully, nothing major was nicked or hit, But the doctors had to leave the bullet in otherwise it would cause extensive bleeding.

“Okay Miss Vaughn, your lungs seem clear and strong. But if you start to have trouble breathing or cough/vomit blood, unbearable pain in your hip, go to the ER immediately” The Doctor insisted.

You nodded at his words. Your mother sat in the chair bouncing her leg up and down.

“What about the physical therapy for her leg? Is there a program or something?” Your mom asked.

“There is a physical therapy program we have but without insurance, it costs $250 per session. Based off Jordan’s injury, she will need sessions twice a week” The Doctor explained.

You look over at your mother who seems to be in deep thought. Your face falls when you realize where her thought process is going.

“Okay, thank you Doc” Your mother nodded. She grabs your crutch and helps you to stand. The two of you walk out the office together. You make it to the car and with a bit of a struggle, you manage to get in the front seat.

Your mom gets in the car and pulls out a cigarette. The two of you just sit in silence inside your heads.

“I know what you’re thinking. I know I promised I’ll never go back but…you need those sessions baby” Your mom mumbled.

“I don’t need them. I can do it myself. I can find tutorials on YouTube and do it like that. You don’t have to go back” You said.

“Jordan you’re not a Doctor. You don’t know if doing it yourself will help. These shifts at the diner barely pays the bills and I need you back at 100%” Your mom stated.

You stare out the window with a despondent expression.

“I’m doing this for you. You are my world and I love you forever” Your mom said and grabbed your face to look at her.

You look into her slighted dilated eyes to see nothing but genuine love in them.

“I love you too Mom” You spoke genuinely. Your mom gives you a kiss on the forehead before starting the car.

“Can I go by Quinton’s? I want to check up on him” You asked.

“Of course” Your mom answered.

For the next 15 minutes, you sat in the car with your head against the window looking at the passing scenery. The radio was softly playing in the background and the smell of cigarettes filled the car. You and Quinton hasn’t talk since he told you the news of Devyn passing. You were preoccupied with recovering but you also wanted to give him space to grieve.

It was going to hard moving on with life without Devyn. You felt about the idea. You didn’t want to move on. You wanted to be swallowed up with guilt. Guilt that you survived and he didn’t. Guilt that you could possibly be happy one day.

“Hey Jord, we’re here” Your mom shook you out of your thoughts. You looked up and saw the house you’ve been to numerous times. It felt weird, you started to get nervous. You kept rubbing your sweaty palms on your pants. Your mom took notice and she grabbed your hand.

“Hey, why don’t we go together” Your mom offered.

You swallow harshly and nod at her offer. She gave you an encouraging smile before getting out and coming to your side. She helped you exit the car and walk up the stairs. She knocked on the door for you.

A few moments later, the door opens to reveal Mrs. Hasland.

“I…I” You struggled to find words to say.

Suddenly, you are eloped into a huge. Mrs. Hasland hugged you tightly with tears pouring out her eyes. She kept muttering Thank You Lord into your shoulder over and over again. You wrap your arms around her tightly to return the hug.

Quinton appears from behind his mother. After his mother was finished hugging you, he pulled you into a tight hug too. The two of you pouring everything you needed to say in the hug.

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A couple of days go by, you spent most of your time at Quinton’s house since your mother started having her company over. You didn’t want to see the men or hear the noises so you went over to Quinton’s, his parents not minding a bit.

You attended Devyn’s funeral which surprised you and everyone else because you absolutely despised funerals. If you could get out of going to one, you 100% did. But this was Devyn, one of your best friends. You couldn’t not go, you wanted to say goodbye to him one last time. You also didn’t want him to haunt you for not attending.

Another surprise was seeing Mia Reed and Vada at the service. You didn’t expect them to show up at all but you and Quinton appreciated it. The four of you all exchanged socials and phone numbers to keep in contact with one another and check up on each other.

Ding!

The sound of the text message sound brings you out of your thoughts. You grab your phone from the nightstand to see a text message from Vada.

Vada: hey (2:34 am)

Jordan: hey (2:35 am)

Vada: im surprised ur still up (2:35 am)

Jordan: could say the same thing for u (2:36 am)

Vada: i couldn’t sleep. the nightmares wont let me (2:36 am)

Jordan: same (2:37 am)

You watched as the text bubbles pop up and disappear. They pop up again with a new message.

Vada: this is probs a stupid question to ask but how r u? (2:39 am)

You sigh at the question. You could lie and say your okay or you could tell her the truth.

Jordan: fine as I can be. how bout u? (2:42 am)

Vada: good as anyone could be after something like that (2:43 am)

Jordan: understandable answer (2:43 am)

Vada: im sorry about devyn (2:45 am)

Jordan: thnx (2:48 am)

Vada: do u remember anything anything before u passed out (2:51 am)

Jordan: no. all I remember is falling out the stall and then blackness (2:52 am)

Jordan: truth be told I thought I died (2:52 am)

You don’t know why you lied to the girl. Maybe you think you are protecting from remembering anything from that…or protecting yourself.

Vada: we should hang out sometime (2:56 am)

Jordan: we should. when do u want to? (2:57 am)

Vada: maybe this weekend? (2:58 am)

Jordan: im down (2:59 am)

Vada: great 🙂 (3:01 am)

Jordan: 🙂 (3:01 am)

Vada: i should get some sleep. I’ll text u this weekend (3:02 am)

Jordan: looking forward to it (3:03 am)

Vada liked the message and you locked your phone. You placed your phone back on the charger on the nightstand.

“Looking forward to it, ugh” You cringed.

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Hey There Darlin' - Chapter 5

A Glen Powell RPF Series

Apologies for the little hiatus guys. I'm hopeful that I'm back to regular posting, Glen's recent content influx has certainly helped with my inspo! Please comment if you'd like to be tagged! x

Billie

Billie hears a groan of effort and looks back at her phone sitting in the cradle on her dashboard. The metallic sound of dumbbells hitting the floor rings out and suddenly a face fills the screen, familiar brown eyes looking back at her.

“Alright I’m done with my set now, sorry”.

Billie laughs and shakes her head, looking away from the phone and back at her reflection in her rearview mirror.

“You’re the one that called me, Brad” Billie counters to her brother, smoothing back the baby hairs near her forehead into her slick ponytail.

Bradley, her brother had facetimed her ten minutes ago, Billie having since pulled into a car park at the address Glen had sent her this morning.

“Yeah, cos’ I feel like we haven’t spoken in ages and I miss my little sis’” Bradley says with a smile before taking a quick sip from his water bottle, “Besides, who else am I gonna speak to at this time? You’re the only one I know that would be awake”.

“Speaking of, why are you doing a workout at----” she pauses, lifting her wrist to check her watch, “Three AM?”.

Bradley shrugs nonchalantly, as if going to the gym in the early hours of the morning is the most normal thing in the world.

“Just came off a week of night shift. First day sleep routine is always kinda fucked. Couldn’t sleep, so figured I’d come and do a workout rather than wake Jords and the kids”.

“Have you tried reading a book?”.

Bradley pulls a face and Billie can’t help but laugh at it.

“Oh yeah sorry, I forgot you’re allergic to reading” she teases, knowing her fire-fighter brother hated every single second of school and study and she, the book smart one in the family, was the complete opposite.

Bradley rolls his eyes and wipes his face with a sweat towel. “Where are you off to anyway? Gym?”.

Billie looks back at her reflection again - she’s wearing activewear again, this time a pair of tight latte coloured shorts and a white racer back tank whose neckline makes her shoulders look toned.

“I don’t know actually. It’s a date” she says with a soft laugh, looking back down at the facetime call.

Bradley snorts. “A date? Dressed like that?”.

This time it’s Billie’s turn to pull a face.

“He said to wear something I don’t mind sweating in, and to bring a change of clothes”.

Billie swears she can see Bradley’s face morph into older-brother protective mode.

“Don’t mind sweating in? Who is this guy?”.

Billie only smiles. “Just a guy I met at Rufus the other day”.

She stays tight-lipped with the rest of the details - namely, that the guy also happens to be a Hollywood celebrity and is so gorgeous that just looking at him makes her want to melt into a puddle on the floor. Though she and Bradley were close and told each other almost everything, she decided to stay vague about her date.

Right now, she’s happy being in her exciting first-few-dates bubble. And she isn't ready for it to burst by involving other people. She would tell Bradley later, maybe.

Bradley starts to ask another question when Billie looks down at her watch, looking back at her phone and interrupting her brother to say she needs to go.

“I’m gonna be late ok? I’ll talk to you later in the week?”

Brad nods, “Yeah yeah, you better. Be safe ok?”

“I always am, Brad. Give my love to Jords and the kids yeah?

“I will. Love you Bil”

“Love you too”.

The call abruptly ends and Billie lets out a deep breath, suddenly aware that her heart is hammering in her chest. She’s nervous, nervous to see Glen again even though she’d seen him less than twenty-four hours ago, though admittedly the last time she’d seen him she’d kissed him without warning.

She can still feel his lips on hers, their plush softness moving against hers in a gentle dance, his scent in her nose, his fingertips on her skin. She’d struggled to think of little else during her bosses housewarming barbecue last night, flashbacks of their kiss invading her every thought as she’d mingled with her work friends.

Billie realizes she’s closed her eyes, opening them a moment later and letting out a breath as she looks out the window at the busy LA street in front of her. She double checks the address on her in-dash car GPS confirming she’s at the right place, before taking a final look at her reflection, grabbing her bag and stepping out of the car.

It’s a sunny Sunday morning in LA, the sunshine instantly blinding as Billie closes her car door behind her, reaching up to shield her eyes and looking at the modern brick building in front of her.

Oh my god.

It’s the Alo gym.

God, it’s a workout date.

Billie can’t help the breath that escapes her throat then.

Glen really did take her advice about unconventional dates seriously.

Fuck.

Billie sucks in a nervous breath and reaches up to smooth down her hair, making her way towards the entrance and doing her best to ignore the mass of butterflies that have suddenly started flapping wildly in her stomach. She knows it’s nerves, but part of her also knows it’s excitement at the thought of seeing Glen again.

She gulps silently.

Here we go.

Glen

Glen’s sitting in the entrance area of the Alo Wellness club, relaxing into one of the sleek, cream coloured lounges. His right leg is bouncing like he needs to go to the bathroom, but he knows it has nothing to do with his bladder.

He looks down at his phone in his hand for what feels like the tenth time in a minute, looking at the numbers above his screensaver of Brisket.

10.02am.

Glen knows he’s nervous, but he doesn’t know why. He’d been on hundreds of dates in the past but for whatever reason this one feels different.

They’d spent most of yesterday together, talking and laughing for what felt like hours, they’d even kissed yesterday - albeit unconventionally, but still. His stomach is a tangle of nervous thoughts and feelings, and all of a sudden he can’t help but second guess his date idea.

Billie had said unconventional, but was this taking it too far? Especially so soon?

He’d come up with the idea almost instantly yesterday, calling Keith, his Alo trainer as he’d driven home from his Ikea trip with Billie. Some part of him had decided that a personal training session for the two of them would be a great second date idea, given he and Billie had bonded over their frequent exercise and gym habits.

It ticked all the boxes - it would be an activity she told him she enjoyed, one they both regularly participated in, and it was certainly not a traditional date choice.

It was the kind of activity that he would never even attempt with a lot of girls, let alone on a second date, but with Billie? It seemed like the perfect choice. At least it had when he’d come up with it yesterday.

Glen shakes his head as if he’s arguing with the voice inside his head, ignoring his thoughts and standing firm on his decision. He exhales through pursed lips and flips his phone over in his hand again, looking up when he hears the entrance door open.

In an instant, all of his fears and concerns are gone.

Billie looks every bit as gorgeous as he remembered, even better if that were possible, his eyes running over her as he watches her ask for directions at the front desk. There’s a smile on his face before he can even think about it, standing up from the lounge just as the receptionist points in his direction.

He feels his breath catch in his throat when Billie’s eyes meet his, and suddenly there’s a smile on her face too - a smile that makes every single muscle in his chest contract.

Glen stays put as she makes her way over to him, unable to help his gaze from following the sway of her hips. She's wearing a pair of light brown coloured shorts and a tight white tank top, both accentuating her fit figure and making her golden skin glow.

Glen’s fingers tighten around his phone and he fights the urge to bite his fist and audibly groan, suddenly wondering how on earth he's going to get through this date without dying when she looks like that.

“Hey darlin’”.

Billie grins gorgeously. “Hey you”.

Glen steps forward to kiss her cheek just as she does the same, the turn of her head making his lips land dangerously close to her mouth. He sees her cheeks immediately flush as they step apart, and Glen fights the urge to groan out loud again for the second time in thirty seconds.

Fuck.

If they hadn't been somewhere so public he'd have tipped her chin and pulled her in for a bruising kiss.

Glen swallows and reaches down to pick up his gym bag, grinning down at Billie.

“So, what do you think?”

Billie tilts her head and smiles, “I see you really were listening when I said unconventional dates”.

Glen laughs. “Told you”.

“So what are we doing?” Billie asks as Glen gestures for her to follow him, heading over to the elevators at the back of the room.

Glen shrugs and presses the ‘up’ button on the wall, looking up when the elevator immediately dings. “You'll find out in a second”.

Billie laughs and flashes a worried smile. “I’m actually kind of terrified”.

He returns her laugh as the doors open and they step into the modern elevator, Glen stepping forward to press the button for level seven.

“You’ll be fine, I promise”.

The doors close and a moment later they’re going up, Glen struggling to ignore the less than three inches of space between them. That, and the sweet, spicy peach scent of her perfume that’s once again filled his nose, the one that’s plagued his brain since their kiss yesterday, the one that seems to be permanently burnt into his every waking thought for the past twenty-four hours.

God.

A moment later the elevator dings again and the doors open almost as quickly as they closed, revealing the sprawling, modern black and white gym floor of level seven.

They step out and Glen smiles when he sees Billie look around in awe, spying Keith up ahead standing and talking to Mike, one of the club’s other trainers. Glen nods when Keith sees him, leading Billie over towards him to introduce her.

“Hey bud” Keith says, pulling Glen in for a handshake hug in that way that only men do, Glen stepping back and gesturing to Billie.

“Billie, this is my trainer Keith. Keith, this is Billie”.

They shake hands and Billie smiles, Glen momentarily caught up in how beautiful he thinks she is for the tenth time in only ten minutes.

“Glen’s told me a bit about you. You’re a physical therapist?”

“Yep! I work at Evolution Sports Rehab, on Olympic Boulevard?”

Keith nods, “Ah I know the one. I’ve sent some clients there before actually, to see Ross?”

Billie nods enthusiastically, “Yes! He’s my boss. He’s incredible. He’s a big part of the reason I’ve worked there for so long”.

Glen watches Keith and Billie chat, impressed at the way Billie so effortlessly converses with new people. He smiles to himself as he looks down at her.

No wonder she’s such a good physical therapist.

Glen takes Billie’s bag off her shoulder and puts their bags aside, returning to stand with her and Keith holding two water bottles in his hands.

“So, what fresh torture have you got for us today?”

Keith laughs and Billie looks mildly terrified, Glen putting his arm around Billie and offering a reassuring squeeze.

“You did say you wanted a bit of a challenge” Keith says pointing at Glen, Billie dropping her head back in dismay, “And you did say that Billie was basically an athlete”.

Billie’s head snaps back up and she looks at Glen in alarm, “An athlete? On what planet?”.

Keith drops his head back and laughs, “I’m kidding, I’m kidding” he says holding his hands up in surrender, “But he did say you work out quite a bit, so I’ve put together a team challenge for you both”.

Keith turns to make his way over to the squat rack, motioning for Billie and Glen to follow. As soon as his back is turned, Billie punches Glen’s arm playfully.

“You have definitely talked me up way too much”

Glen grins as he looks down at her, winking mischievously. “No such thing darlin’”.

Billie grins and rolls her eyes adorably, Glen taking her hand and pulling her until they’re both standing in front of Keith again.

“So, we’re going to do a bit of a circuit challenge. It will be a mix of strength and cardio, but you’ll need to work together to get through it” Keith says, pointing at various equipment around the room. “There will be ten stations, and at each one there will be a rep target which you can divide up between you, so you can sub in and out as you need”.

Glen reaches up to stretch his arms above his head, the corner of his mouth tugging into a sly grin as he looks over at Billie’s wide eyes.

“For example, battle ropes. There will be four hundred reps. Billie you could do one hundred, then Glen does a hundred, and repeat until you get to four hundred. Ideally, the goal is to do the entire circuit in under fifty minutes”.

Billie exhales loudly. “Have you done this exact circuit with people before?”

Keith nods. “The record is forty-six minutes”.

Glen bends his left leg behind him, holding his ankle so he’s stretching out his thigh, glancing down at Billie and back to Keith. He scoffs out loud.

“Forty-six minutes? Easy”.

The look of alarm is back on Billie’s face, though this time she’s looking at Glen like he’s insane.

Glen can’t help but chuckle at her expression.

“What the hell have I gotten myself into?”

He grins down at her, loving the way she smiles back at him.

“You said unconventional, remember?”

Billie shakes her head. “I think I’m starting to regret saying that”.

Glen laughs, and they both turn back to Keith.

“So, the key is to know your strengths, and what exercises you’re good or not so good at”.

Billie looks up at Glen, tilting her head playfully.

“Surely there are no exercise that you’re not good at”.

Glen opens his mouth to speak but Keith beats him to it. “Maybe ask that again when we get to the core exercises”.

Glen pulls a face and both Billie and Keith laugh.

“Alright then” Keith announces, clapping his hands together and looking back at Glen and Billie. “We ready?”

---

Forty-five and a half minutes later, Glen and Billie collapse on the floor on their backs, panting and breathless, and covered in sweat.

Glen feels like his chest is going to explode.

He knows it has nothing to do with the workout he’s just done that has his heart rate hammering at marathon race levels, and everything to do with the stunning, sweaty, sexy girl lying panting next to him right now.

Doing that workout with her was like forty-five and a half minutes of foreplay. He’d never been so simultaneously impressed and turned on in his life.

Watching Billie move and jump and squat and press had Glen thinking all kinds of things, things he definitely shouldn’t have been thinking while doing a workout in the gym. He couldn’t help but stare as he did his own exercises, frequently losing count of his own reps, his eyes dragging over her back, her legs, her ass. He was totally enamoured by her, by how strong and fucking sexy she looked, even now as she lay on her back, her chest heaving, breathless from the finishing the fifty burpees they were both determined to get done before the timer ticked over to forty-six minutes.

Glen turns to look over at Billie, his eyes running over her face, her lips parted as she sucks in breaths, her cheeks flushed and covered by a glowy sheen of sweat. He swears she’s never looked more sexy than she has in that moment, and all of a sudden he can’t help but imagine what she'd look like after another kind of cardio that has nothing to do with the gym.

And nothing to do with clothes.

“That” Billie pauses, sucking in a breath and exhaling loudly, “Was not the way I thought my Sunday would go”

“Probably not the way you thought this date was going to go either” Glen retorts, watching as Billie finally turns to look at him beside her.

She grins at him, that same gorgeous, breathtaking grin, her beautiful eyes sparkling, and it takes everything Glen has not to roll over and kiss her right there in the middle of the gym.

“You guys killed it. Broke the record and everything” Keith says suddenly, standing over the two of them and clapping his hands. “Glen, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you work that hard before. But I guess you had some extra motivation this time”

Glen chuckles and Billie laughs, but it sounds strained through their panting breaths.

“And Billie, that was pretty incredible. You smashed it out of the park, awesome stuff”

“Thanks Keith” Billie breathes, still panting, offering a weak thumbs up before dropping her hand back down to the ground dramatically.

Keith laughs. “You’re welcome”.

They talk for a few more minutes before Keith announces that he has to run to see another client, Keith bending down to shake both of their hands before waving and walking out of the gym.

Billie sits up and leans back on her hands, her legs still outstretched in front of her. Glen is still lying on his back beside her, dabbing his face with his sweat towel.

“Glen, that was fucked”

Glen tips his head back and laughs, dropping the towel back to the floor. “But you killed it”.

“I think it killed me” Billie replies exasperated, dropping head back and looking up at the ceiling, “I am going to be so sore tomorrow”.

Glen chuckles and moves to sit up from the floor, his sweaty skin sticking to the floor beneath him.

“I really need a shower”.

“That makes two of us” Billie laughs, “But I don’t think I can stand up”.

Glen laughs, letting out a groan of effort as he hauls himself upright and stands. He reaches down for Billie’s hand and pulls her up, unable to stop his eyes from flickering to boobs in the tight white tank she’s wearing.

God.

“I also need food” Billie announces, taking a long sip from her water bottle and smoothing back her sweaty hair, “I’m suddenly starving”.

Glen nods in agreement.

“I was going to ask if you wanted to grab a bite after this?” he asks, eyes searching her face as he looks down at her, “If you still have the day free of course”.

Billie’s lips part into a smile, and Glen can’t help the way his own smile grows.

“My day is totally empty”

“Oh really?” Glen inquires, one eyebrow raised, “Does that mean I can steal you for dinner too?”.

Billie laughs, shrugging her shoulders adorably, “If you don’t get sick of me before then, sure”.

Glen shakes his head and reaches out to touch Billie’s arm, flashing her his most charming grin and loving the way she looks back at him in that moment.

“I’m not sure that's actually possible Billie”.

Billie smiles, and Glen can’t tell if her cheeks flushing is from their workout or from his comment.

They walk over to their bags, Glen bending and handing Billie hers before bending to pick up his own.

“Did you want to shower here? Or head home and meet up again?”

Billie shakes her head and holds out her hand, “I brought a change of clothes like you said, I’m happy to shower here. But it’s up to you?”

“No no, here’s good” Glen says, dabbing at his face again with his towel, “the bathrooms here are pretty fuckin’ amazing”.

They walk towards the elevator and step in when the doors open, Billie’s perfume filling his nose as she brushes past. Glen presses the button for level 12, the two standing in comfortable silence as the doors close and they move up the building.

The elevator dings and the doors open up to the reveal the luxury spa, shower and sauna level, Glen letting Billie step out in front of him.

“The female bathrooms are that way” Glen says, reaching up to run a hand through his sweaty hair, “I’ll meet you back out here?”

Billie nods, looking over in the direction of the bathrooms and back up at Glen with a soft smile.

“See you in a bit”.

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Billie

This shower is better than the one at Billie’s house. No actually, it's the best shower she's ever used. At the gym of all places.

It's all dark moody tile and black furnishings, the rainfall shower head providing the most amazing water pressure on her already aching muscles. Not to mention the luxury skin care products that are just free to use.

She’s in shower heaven.

Or she would be, if Glen was in there with her.

Billie tips her head back and lets the warm water cascade over her, unable to think of little else except Glen.

The way his muscles had rippled beneath his skin as he’d pulled himself up on the chin up bar, the way his biceps had flexed and moved as he’d picked up each dumbbell. Billie had barely been able to concentrate on her own exercises, not when Glen was looking like that, and certainly not when he was looking at her the way he had been. It was like he wanted to devour her - and if they hadn't been in public, she probably would have let him.

Right there in the middle of the gym floor.

Their workout has left her feeling all wound up in more ways than one, like forty five minutes of insane heated foreplay without a finish line. If she were at home, she’d probably play with herself.

She thinks about Glen in the shower, thinking about how badly she wants to have him pressed up naked against her, to feel his thick arms around her frame, his lips on her skin.

Fuck.

What was this man doing to her?

She wonders idly if he’s thinking about her the same way she is right now, suddenly remembering that he’s probably waiting for her outside and that she should get on with it. She exhales heavily through her nose and rinses the last of the soap suds from her skin, letting herself enjoy the shower for thirty more seconds before she turns off the tap.

Billie steps out of the shower and dries herself with the fluffiest white towel she’s ever used, changing into a pair of light blue mom jeans and a loose white button up shirt. She looks back at her reflection in the giant mirror of the luxury bathroom, tucking the front of her shirt loosely into the waist of her jeans and buttoning it just enough that it teases just a hint of cleavage.

She reapplies her makeup keeping it glowy and natural, using the gym’s very expensive hair dryer and blow waving her hair just enough that it’s tameable. She pulls her hair back into a loose braid leaving out a few face framing pieces, spritzing her favourite peachy perfume onto her neck and wrists. She steps back and looks over her reflection once more, deciding she’s happy with her look, packing up her things and walking out of the bathroom.

Billie does a double take when she walks out to find Glen sitting waiting for her on one of the cream leather lounges near the elevator, looking somehow even more handsome than he had earlier.

He’s now dressed in a cream henley shirt and brown trousers, a pair of brown leather boots on his feet. His shirt is unbuttoned just enough that she can see the beginnings of his dark chest hair, his hair still damp from the shower and falling messily but somehow still perfectly.

As if he wasn’t handsome enough just looking like that, Billie feels her breath catch when he looks up and sees her, his lips parting in an utterly gorgeous smile.

Billie tries not to notice the way her body feels as his eyes run over every inch of her, following her hips as she walks towards him.

“You look gorgeous”.

Billie smiles. “See, I was just thinking that about you”.

Glen laughs and stands up in front of her, pressing the button for the elevator and holding open the door for her as they walk in.

“Were you feeling anything particular for lunch?” he says looking down at her, Billie standing close enough to smell his delicious aftershave and fighting the urge to reply with ‘Besides you?’.

“I’m not fussy”.

Glen nods. “Good, I know just the place”.

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Glen

“Were you really?” Billie asks, shaking her head in exasperation, “No way, I’ve seen that movie a thousand times, I’d have recognised you”

Glen laughs and nods his head, putting his hand on his heart to emphasize that he’s telling the truth, “I swear I am. I’m in the stock exchange scene”.

Billie’s brow furrows, like she’s replaying the scene in her head, and Glen chuckles when she reaches into her purse and pulls out her phone.

“No way. I have to look this up”.

They’d just had lunch - they’d gotten sandwiches at one of Glen’s favourite spots near the Santa Monica beach. It was a little hole in the wall place with an outdoor courtyard type area at the back, and best of all, it wasn’t too well known about. On this sunny Sunday afternoon, it was the perfect choice.

He and Billie are sitting side by side in a wooden booth together, having just finished their food. They’d been there nearly three hours now, the conversation and laughs between them flowing effortlessly. It’s only been two days, and yet somehow Glen feels like he’s known Billie for months.

They’d been talking about music choices when they exercised, Billie revealing that she actually liked to listen to movie scores when she ran - namely, superhero movie scores, saying that they made her feel motivated and pumped to keep going. That had brought them to talking about The Dark Knight Rises, at which point Glen had laughed and told her that he was actually in that movie.

He keeps his eyes on her face as she types on her phone, looking over her glowy skin and dark lashes, her full lips that make him want to kiss her for hours.

He hears the beginnings of a video play, the familiar menacing voice of Tom Hardy’s Bane character, watching as Billie’s eyes suddenly light up, her mouth dropping open in surprise.

“Oh my God it is you!” she exclaims adorably, looking up at Glen and then back at her screen still in disbelief, “How have I not noticed that before? How old are you there? You look like a baby”.

Glen laughs and takes a sip of his soda bottle, tapping his fingers against the plastic.

“Twenty-something---, twenty-four, I think?” he says just as he hears Bane smash his character’s head into a computer.

“You know, I actually got a real concussion during that take. Tom got a bit too into his character and instead of just tapping me on the head like he was supposed to, he actually slammed my head down. Had to go see a medic and everything”

Billie’s eyes widen in shock for the second time, a soft laugh of surprise slipping from her lips. “Oh my god, really?”.

He nods and they both laugh, Glen looking over Billie as she shifts in her seat to better face him.

The afternoon sun is warm and Glen has since shed his jacket, his gaze hidden behind his sleek sunglasses. He takes advantage of that fact, savouring every moment of his eyes on Billie’s available skin, the edge of a pale blue bra peeking out from the dip of her shirt from this new angle.

He tries not to notice the way one of her denim covered thighs is now pressed against his, or the way one side of her white shirt has slipped down to expose her golden collarbone. He finds his imagination wondering what her skin would taste like on his tongue, how it would feel beneath his lips if he kissed along it.

Billie lifts her hand to look down at her watch and back up at Glen.

“You need to go?”.

“No no, just thinking about Nugget”.

“If you want to go home and check on him it’s okay Billie”

“I want to” she says, her voice trailing off into a pause, “But, I also don’t want to leave”.

Glen smiles back at her, his eyes crinkling behind his sunglasses.

“Well, how about this then?” he asks, reaching up to run his fingers through his now dry hair, “You go home and grab Nugget, and then the two of you come to mine a little later for dinner?”

Billie tilts her head as looks at him, the corner of her mouth tugging into a smile, “Oh that is incredibly tempting”.

He grins and leans in towards her, loving the way her gorgeous hazel eyes are looking back at him.

“Anything I can do to make it even more so?”

Billie ponders for a moment, her eyes still on his, her tongue sliding out to wet her pink lips.

“Well, for starters, keep smiling at me like that” Billie says, leaning her elbow on the table between them and resting her cheek on her hand, “Do you have any idea how handsome you are? Like, it's almost unfair how attractive you are”.

Glen chuckles softly, the sound rumbling in his throat.

“I’ve been thinking that same thought about you since the moment I met you at Rufus, Billie”.

“Oh really? You think I’m handsome?” Billie teases, a laugh bubbling up in her throat.

Glen only grins, reaching up to brush a loose hair from her face, swearing he sees her suck in a silent breath.

“Actually you know what” Billie breathes, her voice almost a whisper, “I think there is something you can do to tempt me more so”.

Glen raises a curious eyebrow, acutely aware of how close his face now is to hers.

“What’s that darlin?”

Billie exhales quietly, her perfect lips stretching into a soft, sexy smile.

“Kiss me”.

Glen needs no instruction after that.

He tilts Billie’s chin with his finger and angles her face to his, closing his eyes and pressing his lips to hers.

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this is who ur sending freaky thirst reacts to btw

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whorekneecentral · 7 months

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Shivers

Jordan Henderson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: based when he was still at liverpool because I've yet to come to terms with his departure, massive snow storms, reader is so over jordan but jordan is trying to love on his lady, some cheeky comments, playful teasing, showering together, specific warnings to behave are being ignored, shower sex, penetrative sex (p in v) fingering, finger sucking, oral (m!receiving), manhandling for a second there, lots of I love yous lmao

Word Count: 1,471

Author's Note: I'm still mad at jordan but he's my bookie so that's why I didn't take him out of the series loool

merry smutmas series

Jordan comes in after shovelling the driveway and keeps trying to love on you. You tell him that you can feel how cold he is but he makes sure to show you what cold really feels like.

A massive snow storm has come down on Liverpool all of a sudden.

It's something in which the two of you had never seen in all your years of living there. Usually, you get a few feet of snow here and there throughout the entire season but for some reason, you've acquired 4 feet of snow overnight; global warming is what you told your husband when you got up this morning.

The children had ended up spending the night with Jordan's dad. The night before your father in law took them out to see a movie and have dinner with his grand-babies which turned into a sleepover.

Jordan was meant to go pick up the children but given that it snowed, all the roads were blocked and the two of you were stuck in the house alone, until God knows when.

Most men would take advantage of the alone time with their wife, but not your husband.

You looked over the couch when you heard him coming down the stairs, the man bundled up in his hoodie and thick sweatpants. Jordan sat next to you, putting his socks on. "Where are you going?" You asked your husband with a raised eyebrow.

All the roads were blocked and most of the places weren't open yet or had not opened at all because of the snow.

"I'm going to shovel the driveway." He tells you, walking his way over to the front door to put his coat and boots on.

You got up, following him. "Jordan, you're not serious." You huffed, watching as he put his hat on, looking as dorky as ever. You bit back a laugh, waiting for an answer.

"I am too," he tells you, "someone has to do it."

"Do we even have a shovel ?" You shivered when he opened the door, a gust of wind letting some snow into the foyer. "Yeah, we do. I'll be back in a bit."

Jordan leans towards you, puckering his lips. You roll your eyes, a hand on his jaw when you kiss him softly.

You let Jordan go out into the snow and attempt to shovel the driveway. You check on him in intervals, shouting from the front door to make sure that he's all right and eventually you call out to him, telling him to come in because it's freezing out.

"You'll get frostbite!" You shout from the door, shivering. "Come in, Jord!"

You walk back to the couch, sitting down when Jordan walks in and shut the door. You can hear him shivering and hanging his coat up, as well as taking off his boots before he finds his way over to you.

"Don't even think about it." You warn him, a finger pointed at your husband.

Jordan smiles, dropping himself down on top of you. You squeal, "Jordan! You're freezing! Get off!" You giggled, trying to shove your husband off of you.

"I'm not freezing!" He says back, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

"But you are."

"Fine," the man huffs, sitting up on top of you. He smiles, "shall we take a shower then?"

"You can take a shower, I don't need to shower right now." You tell him, reaching for the remote on the coffee table but Jordan tosses it on the other couch.

"It's better with you, baby." He says, picking you up.

"Jordan!" You smack his back when the man puts you over his shoulder - something he's been doing for years, the same something you complained about every time he did it.

The man carries you to the bathroom, there's not much else you can do but go along with it. Jordan puts you down, letting you sit on the counter as he turns on the shower. The water hits the floor and runs down the drain as it goes from cold to hot as a matter of seconds. You can see the steam coming up over the shower curtains as your husband undresses in front of you.

"I'm not getting in there unless you promise to keep your hands to yourself." You tell him.

Jordan moves to stand between your legs, his boxers the only thing that's left to join the pile of his clothes on the floor. "I promise to be on my best behaviour," he whispers, his lips on your neck when he reaches for your top, pulling it off.

"You're already misbehaving," you say, the words coming out a bit breathless. He laughs, helping you off the counter, the two of you stripping off the rest of the way. "Says you."

"Me? I'm a good girl."

He smiles, smacking your ass as you pass by to get into the shower. "That you are."

The two of you stand there for a moment, letting the hot water run over your bodies, all the soreness slipping away. "That's too hot," he mumbled, reaching around from behind you to turn the knob and fix the water temperature.

Jordan turns it a little too much and the water goes from boiling hot to ice cold in a matter of seconds. "Jordan! What the fuck?!" You squealed, pushing him back so you could get away from the cold water.

He laughs, "sorry!" It takes him a second to switch it back, settling somewhere in the middle.

"God," you laughed, smacking his arm. "You're so annoying." You smile, now on your tiptoes to kiss him. Jordan’s hands rest on your ass, pulling you flat against his chest when he kisses you.

The warm water runs over his shoulders, spilling down onto you before he turns you, the two of you standing directly under the water. He takes another step, leading you to rest your back on the cold tile wall.

Jordan's hand shifts to rest on your hip, giving it a squeeze before moving down to pull your leg up a bit to rest on the edge of the tub. Your head rests on the wall when he slips two fingers into you.

Your hand gripping on his shoulder, "oh.. you promised you'd behave." you whisper, head back against the wall. Jordan smiles, fingers curling. "I'm behaving, aren't I?"

“Jord, fuck- oh, that, do that again.” You ramble out in one breath, chest heaving, his fingers curling upwards again.

He loved when you praised him, telling him how good he makes you feel. Jake brings you just to the edge of your orgasm before he stops, moving his fingers to your mouth.

Before you could complain, Jordan had pulled his fingers from you and pushed them past your lips. “Suck,” He tells you, feeling your tongue lap his fingers. Meanwhile, his other hand is wrapped around his cock, rubbing it along your slit, slapping on your clit a few times.

“Baby,” you whimper, eyes pleading with him, “god, fuck me.” You beg, your hand wrapped around his wrist.

“Hold on sweetheart, patience.” Jordan tells you, hooking your leg on his hip instead of resting it on the ledge. "What happened to behaving?" He teased, causing you to groan.

Before you could answer, Jordan pushes into you and his name falls from your lips like a prayer. His lips met yours, a hand resting on your hip to keep you up as he fucked you, your body welcoming him like he belonged there.

There was something about being in the shower together, homely and sweet and domestic.

His other hand rests on your cheek, pulling your focus to him. “I love you,” he whispers against your lips.

“Hm I love you,” your hand resting on his jaw.

He can feel you squeezing his cock, your eyes fluttering closed. Jordan smacks your jaw lightly, “look at me,” he tells you. “If you want to cum, open your eyes.”

You give in, your eyes opening a little and his thrusts are sloppy, you know he’s just as close as you are. A few more thrusts and you’re over the edge, calling his name as you do.

“Where?” He asks, his head on your shoulder and you know it’s not gonna last. You push him off of you, sinking onto your knees. Jordan gets what you were doing, putting his cock in your mouth when you open it.

He groans, watching as your tongue laps over his cock, looking up at him through your eyelashes innocently.

He pulls your hair up and away from your face, “you’re so perfect, I love you.” He mumbles, another string of praise falling from his lips as he cums.

Your husband helps you up, giving you a kiss before you two actually finish your shower like normal people, your husband hugging you from behind as you did your skin care routine.

"What?" You looked at him in the mirror, "I didn't even finish shovelling the driveway," he whispers, making you laugh.

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sanguine | jjk | pt. 2

⟶title: sanguine pt. 2

⟶au: vampire au, arranged marriage au, royalty au

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ genre: romance, kinda slow burn?, smut, angst

⟶wc: 12k

⟶warnings: some swearing, mentions of blood, blood drinking, biting, drowning, lots of sexual tension, a damn good kiss, Jungkook is the perfect man which makes for some very sweet moment, jealousy

⟶ summary: Marry the vampire king. Save the kingdom.

Your father is the king of a rare human kingdom that has been plagued by famine and sickness. And in a last ditch effort to save the kingdom, he has arranged for you to marry the vampire king to the north. Your hand in marriage in exchange for his help in saving your kingdom.

Everything you swore could never happen between the two of you begins to unfold as you spend more time in the vampire kingdom with its king and his subjects. Can you learn to love this place and it’s beloved ruler?

⟶ authors note: hello darklings, welcome to part 2 of the sanguine series. I cannot wait for you to read this and tell me your thoughts. So much happens in this chapter and the ride is just getting started. I also promise that the smut is coming. Not in this part, sorrrrrry. But so soon 👀

Special thanks once again to jords @jeonjcngkook , hali @haliiimede and Kay @tea4sykes for reading over this and convincing me it’s not crap and fixing all of my epic grammar mistakes. You guys are my hero’s honestly.

banner: @missgeniality

One last thing, this is a link to the playlist I made for when I’m writing Sanguine. It really sets the mood when reading too, enjoy!

Sleep evades you most of the day. You’re too exhilarated by the thoughts of what Jungkook plans to show you tonight. You’re unsettled, but even more curious.

You change your clothes several times, having no idea how to dress. Finally, you decide on a deep green velvet dress that just barely brushes the floor, its long sleeves and turtleneck have you hoping it will keep you warm in the new autumn breezes. The nights have become chilly recently.

You find a half cape made of fur to wrap around your shoulders before a knock echoes throughout your bed chambers. It makes you jump slightly from the sudden sound but you quickly recover, heading to the doors expecting it to be Jungkook on the other side.

“Ready to take our leave, my lady?” Yoongi bows to you as the door opens.

“You’re coming too?” Confusion evident on your face.

“I am.” Yoongi moves aside so that you can exit the room and walk ahead of him down the hallway. “Protecting the king and queen is in my job description.”

“Why will we need protecting?” You try to walk next to him, but he stays a step behind.

“I hope that you don’t, my lady.” Yoongi clasps his hands behind his back, some of his dark hair falling into his eyes as he watches you.

“Where are we going?” You ask.

“I think I should let the king give you that information.”

“I’m the queen though, aren’t I? You have to tell me if I ask.” You lift a brow at him in defiance. Yoongi laughs quietly.

“Are you always this insistent, your highness?” He offers his hand to you as you approach the staircase.

“Perhaps. How insistent must I be to get information out of you?” You place your hand into his, still not quite used to the cold feeling of vampire skin against your own.

“Let the king have his time.” Yoongi half smiles, helping you from the last step. You glare at him in disappointment, making him laugh quietly once more.

You pull your fur around you a bit closer and look towards the huge front doors of the castle where Jungkook and Seokjin are waiting.

Jungkook looks…beautiful. Casual. Comfortable. His hair unstyled and hanging over his forehead. Brown dress slacks fitted against his muscular legs and tucked into knee height leather brown boots. His white button up shirt has more buttons undone than it does done up. It is absolutely maddening.

“Good evening, your highness.” Seokjin says, his cheery voice breaking you from ogling your husband for too long. You pray he didn’t notice.

“Good evening.” You clear your throat and bow as you approach the two of them.

“You look…” Jungkook starts to say.

“Is it too much? I had no idea how to dress for whatever it is we’re doing.” Your hands rub nervously at your thighs.

“Perfect.” Jungkook finishes, taking a step towards you. “You look perfect.” You feel heat rush to your cheeks at his words.

“Thank you.” You bite at your bottom lip, feeling lost for words when he’s so close. “You look nice too.”

“Was that a compliment, my queen?” Jungkook teases, holding out his arm for you to take. You roll your eyes.

“Do not get used to it.” You take the arm he’s offered, watching Seokjin open the doors so that the two of you can walk out first.

Outside on the stone path awaits a carriage, different from the one you remember riding in on the night of your wedding. This one seems smaller but still just as intricate in its gold embellishments and filigree wheel designs.

Jungkook helps you inside, letting you slide to the other side of the bench seat before he joins you. Yoongi and Seokjin climb into the seat at the front, the former taking the reigns and bringing the horses to a gallop.

“May I know where we’re going now?” You don’t look at Jungkook, your eyes are too busy taking in the way the orange and red leaves glide down from the trees in the moonlight. They make an autumn colored blanket over the dirt road and waft out beneath the wheels of the carriage as it passes over them. Jungkook loves the wonderment on your face.

“To see the kingdom at night. I think the city of Asteria will be something you rather enjoy.” Jungkook finally gives you the information you’ve so desperately wanted since last night.

“Asteria?” You ask, breathless at merely just the name of it.

“You may hear others in the kingdom call it the city of stars. It’s the largest part of the kingdom where most of our subjects reside.” Jungkook leans forwards and looks out the window of the carriage with you. “It’s there, between those hillsides with the cliffs.”

As the carriage approaches the hillsides, you start to see more of what Jungkook is referring to. More lights. Soft and gentle and not too bright. Buildings, so many buildings. Large ones, small ones, some at ground level while others were built into the cliff side.

The closer that you got, the more you could hear. Voices of the subjects who lived here. Vampires. So many vampires. More than you imagined existed walking around the busy cobblestone streets.

“This…these are all vampires?” You finally turn from the window to look at Jungkook.

“Yes.” He smiles gently. “It isn’t something we go around advertising. Keeps everyone safe that way.”

You look at him dumbfounded for a moment before turning back to the window as the carriage comes to a stop. Yoongi and Seokjin don’t even have enough time to jump down from the front to open the doors before you’re swinging it open and jumping out, almost tripping on your skirt as you do.

“Your majesty?” Yoongi scrambles down when he sees you, worry in voice.

You can barely hear him though. Every single one of your senses switching into overdrive as you take in the sight in front of you.

Flowers. There are thousands of flowers with their bright colors and heavenly fragrant smells. They’re lined in almost every windowsill on the main road in front of you. There are also shops and vendors placed throughout selling even more of them. It’s the most beautiful sight you’ve ever seen.

Your feet have adapted a mind of their own, propelling you forward towards all the hustle and bustle happening on the street. You almost forget that you didn’t arrive here alone.

“_____? Are you okay?” Jungkook’s hand comes to your shoulder and stops you from going further. When you turn to look at him you know your eyes must be blown wide as they can get.

“This is beautiful.” You bring your hand up to the one he’s resting on your shoulder and wrap your fingers around his. “Can we please go and see it?”

“As if I would deny you a single thing.” Jungkook smiles, moving your hand down from your shoulder and holding it instead. You look down at your intertwined hands for a moment before you’re taking off in a rush towards the busy market. Jungkook merely laughs at your excitement.

Overwhelmed is an understatement, as you try to take in everything along the busy street. There are large glass windows in front of all the shops, displaying some of the things you might find inside of them.

Multiple shops are selling beautiful handmade clothing. Gorgeous dresses, embroidered shirts, sparkling skirts and dazzling leather. Your hands itch to run over the materials and feel them for yourself. But you’re too excited to go inside them, you need to see what else there is to discover in this beautifully hidden city.

You see jewelry shops stacked full of effervescent gems, chains of silver and gold, and bracelets made from both. There are also watches and braided leather. It’s absolutely incredible.

“See anything that you like?” Jungkook asks and you suddenly remember he’s still holding your hand as you drag him to all the shops.

“Oh. No, do not even think of it. It must all cost a fortune.” You shake your head at him.

“You continuously forget that you’re the queen of this whole kingdom, _____. Anything you want is yours.” Jungkook tucks a piece of hair behind your ear.

You look down at the blood drop shaped ring on your finger, wondering if this is the shop that made it for you when you married Jungkook. The ring doesn’t feel as heavy as it used to. It stopped burning your skin where it sits against your skin. It doesn’t remind you of the terrible days anymore. Now you only think of the vampire who slid it down your finger all those months ago.

“I have enough jewelry for now.” You squeeze his hand and move to the next shop. As you approach the window, you feel confusion wash over you like a massive wave.

Toys. Children's toys.

“Why is there a toy shop?” Goosebumps cover your skin. “Vampires are forbidden from biting children.”

“You’re right, darling. We are forbidden from biting children.” Jungkook pulls your hand and brings you to stand at the corner of where one street meets another.

As your eyes focus on what he wants you to see, your breath leaves your lungs entirely. The sight in front of you is so shocking that your ability to think clearly has completely disappeared.

“What…children?” You whisper.

“Indeed. Born, not bitten.” Jungkook takes you closer to them.

“How? Vampires cannot have children.”

“And who is it that told you that? Old legends and lore perhaps?” Jungkook rubs his thumb over your knuckles. “Vampires are capable of having children with other vampires. Works much the same way it does with humans.”

You can’t believe what you’re hearing, beginning to wonder if anything you thought you knew was true at all. Your chest feels heavy with this new information.

“What other lies have I been led to believe are true?” You can’t take your eyes off of the children running about in the grass kicking around a ball.

“We can debunk them as they come up. There’s no need to overwhelm you more right now.”

Before Jungkook can say anything else, you’re letting go of his hand and jogging over toward the children. Once you reach them, you lower down onto your knees in front of them and they all stop their game to gather around and regard you.

Their parents, you assume, all bow to you and encourage their children to do the same.

“There’s no need for that.” You smile at them gently. “Do you think I could play your game with you?”

One of the little girls amongst the children steps forward, a look of confusion painting her sweet face.

“Don’t you hate us, your majesty?” She asks simply, your heart sinking in your chest.

“No. I could never hate you, little one.” You reach out and gently touch the cool skin of her hand, thankful that she doesn’t flinch away when you do.

“You can be on my team, your majesty.” She smiles, her little fangs poking out and reminding you that even though she’s small, she is a vampire.

But that doesn’t seem to bother you at all.

“I would like that very much.” You let her take your hand and lead you towards the area where they were playing their game.

Looking back over your shoulder, you see Jungkook standing nearby with Yoongi and Seokjin a few steps behind. His arms are crossed over his broad chest as he watches you with a fond smile. You smile back just before the children begin shouting and explaining the rules of their game to you.

You lose track of time. Not sure at all how long you’ve been playing with the children. Your skin is warm and flushed from chasing the ball around and running about.

Jungkook still waits for you, he and Yoongi talking as you pick up your fur cloak you had discarded earlier in the game from the ground. His eyes meet yours while you’re watching him, neither of you breaking that eye contact for what seems like forever.

“Did you enjoy the game?” Seokjin asks, suddenly at your side.

“I had a lot of fun, yes.” You attempt to smooth out your hair to no avail.

“I don’t think many queens would be caught playing games with children of the kingdom. It was rather heartwarming considering how you once felt about them.” Seokjin says, not meaning to be rude. You appreciate the honesty.

“I am not sure how I feel. But what I do know, is that I was far too harsh towards the people of this kingdom. Whether they are vampires or not, I never should have said the things I did.” You sigh, walking slowly towards Jungkook and Yoongi with Seokjin at your side.

“I was the same way, you know. I hated them. Vampires have the worst reputations in this realm. But they’ve never tried to dispel the rumors…makes them seem dangerous. Keeps them safe.”

“I think that I have a lot to make up for. I have not been an easy person to deal with these past few months.”

“Don’t be too hard on yourself, your majesty. I think you’ll find if you keep your heart open here, you’ll be surprised by what can happen.” Seokjin smiles, the apples of his cheeks lifting in the cutest way.

“I’ll do my best.” You lift a hand to give his shoulder a squeeze, pulling it back a little too quickly when you feel how warm he is. “Are you okay? You’re burning up.”

“Ah, yes. No need to worry. It’s a werewolf thing, blood temperature is warmer than a humans and far warmer than a vampires.” Seokjin assures you.

“It seems I’ll learn something new around here every day.”

“That will make two of us, my lady.” Seokjin bows to you as you reach Jungkook and makes his way towards another group of people.

“Did you have a nice time?” Jungkook asks.

“Yes, I did.” You smile at each other, knowing your cheeks are warming the longer that you look at him.

“Shall we return to the castle soon?”

“If that’s what you wish to do.”

“We can come here whenever you like. I admittedly do not do it enough these days.” Jungkook holds out his hand for you to take and you do without thought.

“I’ll keep that in mind, your highness.” You let him gently lead you back towards the busy street you had entered the city on.

“May I ask you something?” Jungkook inquires.

“Yes.”

“Do you still have that kitchen knife strapped to your thigh?” His eyes seem to darken slightly as he watches your face.

You aren’t sure what comes over you, but you pull his hand to a stop, looking around to make sure no other eyes will hone in on what you’re about to do.

Swiftly, you lift the slit of your dress a little higher up your thigh, revealing the same kitchen knife that you had come by in Hoseok’s kitchen all those months ago.

“Just in case.” You smirk as Jungkook groans quietly.

“You’re bewitching, do you know that?” Jungkook stares at your thigh until you let your dress fall back into place.

“And you are out of your mind.” You laugh with a shake of your head.

“I merely appreciate beauty in the form of a woman with a weapon strapped to her thigh.” Jungkook's smile reaches his eyes revealing his perfectly shaped teeth, along with his own set of sharp weapons. It doesn’t frighten you as much as it likely should anymore.

“Masochist.” You tease, putting your hand back into his.

“Only for you, my queen.” He brings your hand up to his lips, brushing a kiss against your knuckles.

It catches you off guard, to feel his cool lips against your skin. The contrast is maddening in an unexplainable way. The invigorating touch of his kiss and the burning hot fire that ignites in your belly.

The two of you stare at each other for a moment, letting it sink in that Jungkook has just done something very intimate with you. The most intimate the two of you have been and it was merely just a kiss to your hand.

“Are you okay?” He finally asks. You nod your head yes. “Good. I want to make one more quick stop before we take our leave then.”

“Of course.” You clear your throat.

You walk with him down the street until you reach a shop with leather workings in the window. All sorts of intricate belts and straps with the most beautiful details hang from the displays.

“Wait here a moment?” He asks, releasing your hand as he heads inside the shop. You nod and turn to see Yoongi standing behind you.

“Your highness.” He says, bowing slightly.

“You’re never too far from Jungkook, are you?” You smile tenderly and he does the same.

“He is my king and my oldest friend. I only wish to look out for him.”

“Was Jungkook born or bitten?” You ask curiously.

“Bitten, my lady.”

“He was human once.” You say more to yourself than to Yoongi, letting the thought sink in.

“A very long time ago.” Yoongi steps up a bit closer. “He was chosen to be the king because he refused to stand down when the king before him sentenced us all to death.”

“How?”

“The former king disapproved of making treaties with the humans. But obviously, we require their blood to live.”

“That’s something I’ve been curious about…how do you get the blood?”

“Donations. Humans come to us by their own will and are paid handsomely for their donations. The people of your kingdom have been given this option now as well.” Yoongi looks in the shop window, making sure that he can see Jungkook.

“There are not many human kingdoms left.” You say, sadness evident in your voice.

“Jungkook hopes to prevent any more loss. We need each other to survive.” Yoongi bows once more when he sees Jungkook is walking towards the exit of the shop.

Everything Yoongi has told you just now, has your brain reeling. You were never kept in the loop enough as a princess in your fathers kingdom, it wasn’t your right. You didn’t know half the things going on in this realm that you really should have known.

“Have something for you.” Jungkook says, breaking you from your thoughts.

“You didn’t need to.”

“I rather think this gift is necessary.” Half his mouth rising into a smile. “Come here.” Jungkook lowers down onto one knee in front of you.

“What are you doing?” Your eyes widen in surprise.

“No one is looking, and if they do I’ll kill them. Place your foot here.” He pats the top of his thigh.

“Have you gone mad?” You hiss through your teeth at him.

“Trust me, darling. Aren’t you curious about what I have for you?” Jungkooks tongue slyly licks over one of his fangs as he watches your face.

“Fine then.” You look around once more before lifting your foot and placing it on Jungkook’s thigh as he requested. Your dress slides up and reveals your makeshift knife sheath.

“You are immaculate.” His eyes hungrily roam your exposed skin. Like he could quite literally consume you whole.

His fingertips come to your skin, sliding up and burning in their wake. It didn’t matter that his skin was cool to the touch, he was setting you ablaze. They stop at the sheath wrapped around your thigh, removing the knife before far too easily ripping the material away.

“Jungkook…” You barely recognize your voice.

“You see, my queen. If you insist on carrying a weapon, and I so hope that you do,” he pauses for a moment, taking something out of the giftbag next to him, “You should at least have a proper sheath.”

Jungkook withdraws a black piece of leather from the bag, holding it up to show you. The leather looks so soft that it could possibly be velvet. Silver threads sewn into intricate designs up and down the surface. It’s an absolutely stunning piece of work.

You slide your foot through the opening, letting Jungkook glide the sheath up your leg until it fits snugly around your thigh. He lets his hands roam your skin and you instinctively feel the need to clench your thighs together to keep the foreign feelings at bay.

“It’s really beautiful.” You whisper to only him.

“You’re so deliciously soft. It’s fucking maddening.” Leaning forward, his nose skims your knee. Your eyes fall shut, lips trembling slightly.

“Why?”

“Every day is a new test of my restraint, my queen.” He moves his face back away from your skin, trying to breathe in air that wasn’t full of you.

“Are you restraining yourself from biting me?” You open your eyes slowly, just in time to see Jungkook rise from his knee to stand in front of you.

“Yes.” He answers, making you shudder. “But I never will. Not unless you ask me to. I would never hurt you.”

Before you had spent all this time with Jungkook in the vampire kingdom, you would have been disgusted by the mere thought of him biting you…drinking your blood. But now the only thoughts in your head are whether it would really hurt. Would he kill you? Would it change you into a vampire as well?

Yoongi and Seokjin return and give you an excuse not to continue the conversation further and decide to return to the carriage instead.

“Did I frighten you?” Jungkook inquires gently.

“No.” You release a shaky breath. “I think I’ve just begun to forget that you’re a vampire. It must be very difficult for you to be around me.”

“Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what?”

“Don’t start blaming yourself. I would suffer a thousand years before I ever let you do that.” He declares, voice stable and a little stern.

“I just don’t like the idea of making your life more difficult than it already is.” You huff, scooting over across the bench seat to put more space between the two of you.

“It’s very selfless of you to feel that way.” His fingers tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, cool skin brushing over the skin of your jaw until they reach your chin, gently bringing your face around to look at him once more. “But you are the most important thing to me now. I will never do anything you do not ask of me. I mean that. I do not care about the discomforts it causes me.”

“Now who’s being selfless?” You tease, leaning into his touch when his hand slides to cup your cheek.

“Stubborn girl.” He mumbles quietly.

The carriage suddenly feels very small. And very warm. The look on Jungkook’s face as he studies you, makes you shift in your seat. All of these new feelings for him begin to bubble at the surface and beg to be released. If only you weren’t such a coward.

“Have you gotten any word from Taehyung?” You clear your throat and slowly move your face away from his gentle touch. Jungkook smiles, but it’s more out of frustration than anything else.

“We expect to hear from him in the next few days. I’m sure he will want an audience.” Jungkook sighs, leaning back against the seat and running a hand through his silky hair.

“Will he come to the castle?” A different type of nerve pricks your stomach. You do not know much of Taehyung other than he is a ruthless leader always waiting for the next fight.

“If I allow him, yes. And I think it best to have these conversations with him on my terms.” Jungkooks jaw is tight and sharp as he finishes speaking.

“He wants to bargain for my fathers kingdom, doesn’t he?”

“Yes.” He turns his body towards you. “But no matter what he says or offers, I will not let him take it. I made a promise to your father and to you.”

You don’t speak of it any further on the way back to the castle. But your mind continues to reel with thoughts of the merciless werewolf king and his unwavering determination to rule your fathers kingdom. You know Jungkook will do his best to keep everyone safe, but at what cost?

The carriage stops in front of the castle's huge front doors, Seokjin jumping down from the seat at the front to open the door for you and Jungkook.

“Are you hungry?” Jungkook asks, taking your hand to help you step down from the carriage.

“A bit, yes.” You continue to hold his hand as the two of you ascend the stairs, the doors opening as you approach so that you can enter.

“Shall I have Hoseok make something for you? Seokjin is probably hungry as well.” Jungkook points out something that you had not thought of during your time here. Jin is not a vampire and requires food as well. How silly of you not to think of such a thing.

“Could hear your stomach growling the whole ride back, my queen.” Jin teases as he comes up behind the two of you.

“Perhaps a little.” You laugh quietly, eyes finally honing in on the group of people standing at the foot of the grand staircase. “Who are they?”

“You need to eat your meal, and I need to have mine.” Jungkook squeezes your hand but you suddenly feel uncomfortable.

A woman in a pale pink dress steps forward as you approach, curtsying to Jungkook but not to you. She’s very pretty, small and petite. Her hair is swept up neatly but the smile on her face is vicious.

“My king.” She says in an overly sweet voice that makes your skin crawl.

“Celeste.” Jungkook addresses her. “Shall I meet with you after you have your dinner?” He’s speaking to you but all you can do is stare at the woman in front of you.

“Will you be long?” You clear your throat, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Not long.” Jungkook smirks, sensing your unrealized jealousy.

“I’ll just head to bed after dinner. Enjoy your…meal.”

“Do not worry your majesty, I will take good care of the king.” Celeste practically purrs. You want to stab her in the neck with your kitchen knife.

“I’m sure you will.” Grabbing your skirt in your hands you stomp off towards the kitchen to find Hoseok and beg him to talk you out of murder.

You slam open the swinging door of the kitchen causing poor unsuspecting Hoseok to screech and almost drop his mixing bowl. You’re pacing the floor before he even has a chance to recover.

“Did you know Jungkook has a woman that he drinks from? A pretty little thing. He had the audacity to introduce her to me. As if I give a fuck.” You grab a piece of bread off the counter top and bite into it with very little care.

“First of all, could you please stop barging in here like this? You’re going to give me a heart attack.” Hoseok sits the mixing bowl down, wiping his hands on his apron. “Second, don’t say fuck, it’s very unqueenly.”

You glare at him and savagely take another bite off the bread you were eating.

“Why do you care who he drinks blood from? You don’t even like him.” Hobi laughs and shakes his head before your eyes meet his. “Wait…you do like him! When did that change?”

“It hasn’t! I mean not really…I don’t know! All I know is that I do not like the idea of him drinking from her.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s…I’m told it’s very intimate. Drinking someone’s blood…it’s very intimate.” You can feel sweat forming on the nape of your neck.

“So what you’re saying is that you don’t want him to be intimate with her?”

“Correct. There’s something not right about her.”

“Then do you want him to be intimate with you?” Hobi stops what he’s doing and stands in front of you to halt your pacing.

The question throws you completely off guard. You should know the answer. You should not want the answer to be yes. You hate the thought of Jungkook being that close to anyone else.

“No! How could you say that!” You smack his shoulder.

“What do you propose he do then? He needs blood like you need food. You’re being unreasonable.” Hoseok rubs his shoulder.

“Who’s side are you on Hobi?” You pout your bottom lip, sad that you know he’s right.

“I’m always on your side.” He hands you another piece of bread before continuing. “But I think you need to tell the king how you feel.”

“Well that’s not going to happen.” You scoff. “I don’t…I don’t know how I feel about the king.”

“Yes you do. You’re just a stubborn ass that doesn’t want to admit it.”

“You cannot call me an ass! I’m the queen!” You laugh, only slightly surprised at his words. Hoseok has always been honest with you.

“A queen that I have known quite literally my entire life. Would it really be so bad to love him, ____?”

Love. You were especially unsure of what love meant. You felt the love of your father…from Hoseok as your friend. But you had never been in love. It was something you always assumed you would just know as soon as it happened. You also thought you would marry for love and maybe you hadn’t at the time…but now? Now you still didn’t know.

“I need to get some air.” You tell Hoseok, moving towards the door.

“At least take this food with you.” He hands you a basket with more bread, along with some cheese and fruits. You notice a second basket sitting on the counter.

“Who’s that for?”

“Seokjin. He has to eat food too.”

“I’m aware of that now.” You look at its contents a little closer. “Why does he have more in his basket?” You raise a suspicious brow.

“He’s a werewolf. He requires more food than a nosy little human queen.” Hobi pinches your side, pushing you towards the door. “Out of here, you menace.”

You can’t help but laugh, still feeling slightly suspicious of Hoseok and his beautifully packed food basket. But you decide to let it go for now, turning to hug him quickly before leaving the kitchen and finding yourself alone in the dimly lit hallway.

It doesn’t take long to find your way into the garden. You weren’t sure where else to take out your annoyance and frustrations.

Annoyed that you let that blood bag of a girl get under your skin.

Frustrated that you cared.

“Digging somewhere in particular?” Jungkooks familiar voice says from behind you. You don’t turn to look at him.

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

“The hole you’ve dug has gotten rather large.”

You roll your eyes, finally focusing on the ground you had been digging at. You’re surprised to see that he’s right, you’ve been so inside your head that you had no idea how long you had been digging in the same spot. This annoys you even more, taking your small shovel and shoving it into the ground in front of you as if it were a sword.

“Do you need something?” You stand from the ground, brushing off your knees in the process.

“You seemed upset earlier. I wanted to know why.” Jungkook stands with his hands behind his back, not coming closer.

“I am not upset.”

“You are.”

You roughly grab a rake from where it sits against the concrete fountain, walking to a different spot to make more distance between the two of you.

“You are mistaken.” You start to rake some of the fallen leaves that were making a mess of your flower beds.

“Tell me what you are thinking then.” Jungkook comes a bit closer, trying not to smile as he watches you. You don’t answer for a moment.

“I’m thinking about stabbing you.” You throw the rake to the ground and trudge towards Jungkook who stands unmoving. “I’m thinking that you’re probably having sex with your dinner as well.”

“I love when you threaten me with sharp objects.” Jungkook smiles widely and it makes your blood boil.

“You should have stopped feeding from her when we got married. It’s the least you could do.”

“Would you like me to?” He asks.

“Yes!” You throw your hands up.

“Done. You’ll never see her again.”

“Then you’ll just get another woman to drink from?”

“Are you offering to let me drink from you?” His infuriating brow raises.

“I…I don’t know.”

“Are you afraid that I’ll turn you?”

“No. I know that you won’t.”

“Not unless you ask me to.” His fingers come beneath your chin, grasping it gently to bring your eyes to his. “I will do anything that you ask of me. But I need to eat.”

“Does it hurt?”

“For a moment. But what follows is the opposite.” His fingers move along your jaw, caressing the skin.

“Will you…fuck me when you drink from me?” The words fall from your mouth before you can sugar coat them in any way. Jungkook growls quietly in his chest.

“Such a filthy mouth.” His thumb brushes over your lips. “Do you want me to fuck you, my queen?”

“I do not know.” You breathe, eyes falling shut when he closes the last bit of distance and his nose skims over yours.

“I think that you do know, but are afraid to admit that you may in fact want such a thing.” You can practically feel his lips ghosting yours as he speaks. Your breathing is ragged and the burning in the pit of your stomach is spreading to the apex of your thighs.

The earth feels as though it could crumble beneath you at any moment and swallow you whole. He was so close to you. Breath fanning your lips. All you have to do is lean forward and you can kiss him. Tell him that he’s right and you do want that. You want it so badly that it’s making you feel deranged.

But instead of giving into the desire, you pull back. You need to get out of his intoxicating presence and his addictive smell.

“I should go.” You try to bow and almost trip, stumbling away towards the back stairs that lead into the castle.

You don’t make it to the stairs though, a strong hand seizing the back of your neck and spinning you back around to face him. He doesn’t give you any time to protest, full lips coming down to cover yours, stealing away the breath in your chest and lungs. Your eyes flutter closed at the gentle way he cups your cheek and neck.

Jungkook is kissing you. You feel such shock that you don’t realize you haven’t kissed back just yet. When your wits return your hands seize his hair, tangling in the dark locks and pulling him closer to you. He hums against your lips, his tongue begging at the seam to slip inside the cavern of your mouth.

You’ve never kissed anyone this way. You don’t know if you’ll do it right. But you part your lips and let Jungkook take the lead, his tongue skimming your lips once more before the kiss deepens and your tongue is moving with his.

One of Jungkook's hands leaves your face and travels down your side to your waist until it reaches your lower back, bringing you flush against him. Your own hands come down from his hair and wrap around his neck instead.

Everything feels so warm. How could a man who is cool to the touch feel so warm when he’s kissing you?

When Jungkook withdraws his lips from yours, you feel dizzy, afraid to open your eyes. But you want to see his face, see if he has been as affected by the most perfect kiss you had ever experienced, so you will them to amble open.

The way that he’s already looking at you makes the fire in your stomach spread to your muscles and bones. His eyes are so dark, that crimson red ring that surrounds his irises just a bit brighter than usual. He looks as if he wants to devour you and you know that you would let him in an instant.

“Are you alright?” He finally asks.

“I am.” You ache to touch him again. “Are you?”

“I was afraid you would consume me. Steal away the small bit of humanity I have left…but it was so easy.” He smiles softly, reaching out to touch your warm cheek.

“You kissed me that way without knowing if you’d lose control?” You glare at him.

“I told you I would never hurt you. That was not a lie. But my desire…no, my need for you is something I’ve never experienced.”

“Idiot!” You step forward and push against his hard chest. He doesn’t budge, but it gets your point across. “I should have stabbed you! You could ha-“ Your sentence is cut off by his lips on yours again.

This kiss is much more bruising than the last. Jungkook wants you to understand that he’s in control of himself and that your life means everything to him. Your blood sings to him, it begs him to drink from you and not leave a single drop behind. But he won’t let that monster win, not when it comes to you.

Your fingers grip at the soft fabric of his shirt, needing something to anchor you to the earth before you float away.

“I should walk you to your rooms. The sun will be up soon.” Jungkook's lips stay close to yours as he speaks, his lashes tickling your cheek when he kisses it.

“Okay.” You try to breathe in deeply, something to steady your mind. His lips move to your temple, pressing a kiss there before the defined shape of his body leaves yours.

“Come.” Jungkook takes your hand, leading you back inside. He doesn’t let go as you make your way through the halls and up the staircase to your rooms.

“I may have forgotten to say thank you earlier. For showing me Asteria. It really was incredible.” You stand close to your bedroom door, eyes falling to the floor when you feel unable to look at him. But he won’t have any of that.

“We have much to prepare for in the coming days…” His fingers brush your jaw and cup it to bring your eyes to his. “And we must also prepare for your coronation celebration.”

“My what?” Confusion veils your face. “I didn’t think we would be having one.”

“The kingdom loves an excuse to have a party.” He laughs quietly. “And you deserve a formal welcome as Queen here.”

“I’m still not sure that anyone in the kingdom wants me here.” You step up a little closer, seeking the new found comfort Jungkook’s presence brings you.

“Anyone who has an issue with you ruling as queen here can easily be exterminated.”

“You wouldn’t do such things.”

“For you? I think you underestimate the lengths I will go to keep you safe, darling.” A soft kiss to your lips that has your knees trembling.

“Masochist.” You smile against his mouth, teeth bumping his when he does the same.

“You should sleep before I throw you over my shoulder and have my way with you in my rooms instead.” One last kiss to your forehead as if he didn’t just threaten to have his way with you.

“I am rather tired…suppose I’ll need to call on my ladies in waiting to help me out of this dress.” You decide to tease him as well, letting the shoulder of your dress slip off slightly when you turn to open the door.

“Your husband is here now, isn’t he?” Jungkook glares, fingers itching to touch your exposed skin.

“You should rest, my king.” You bow to him, knowing your cleavage will spill out and his eyes do not miss it.

“______.” He groans your name, but you’re already slipping into your room.

“Goodnight, Jungkook.” You close the door when he tries to step closer, pressing your back to the cool wood, listening to him whine on the other side before it gets quiet and you know he’s gone to bed.

A few days have passed and Taehyung has not yet sent word of when we will be arriving in the vampire kingdom to discuss your fathers land.

It baffles you each time you think of it. Why would someone want the land of your kingdom so badly? It wasn’t as if it was more special than any other kingdom in the realm.

You find yourself walking the halls just as the sun has fallen beneath the horizon, the clouds swirling with deep blues and hues of purple. A perfect twilight.

“My queen.” Yoongi suddenly appears, making you almost jump out of your skin.

“General.” You manage to squeak out.

“Are you well?” He asks.

“Honestly…I’m rather bored.” Yoongi smiles at your statement, the endearing gums above his teeth showing along with the dangerous shape of his fangs.

“Shall I teach you something then?” He questions.

“What will you teach me, General?”

“I’ve heard you’re harboring a knife for safety.” He chuckles quietly. “I thought perhaps you might want to learn how to use blades properly.”

“You’ll teach me to fight?” Your eyes light up at his words.

“To protect yourself.” Yoongi begins to walk down the hall, looking back over his shoulder at you. “Are you coming?”

“Yes!” You almost stumble trying to move your feet too quickly, but manage to follow him without injury.

Yoongi brings you to a large room downstairs, the walls filled with weapons of every sort. There are mats made of a padded material spread out across the floor as well.

In one corner of the room, you notice a very large pile of silver fur, and said pile of fur seems to be…breathing.

“What is that?” You ask, voice shaking slightly.

“That…” Yoongi smiles, “is Seokjin.”

“Oh…” You continue to stare, never having seen Seokjin in his werewolf form.

He had taken some time a few days ago to explain that he’s in fact, a lycan, he was born and not bitten. The kind that depends on the moon to change are werewolves that were bitten by a lycan.

Jin hears the two of you approach and lifts his head, ears perked before he bows his large head to greet you. You return the gesture.

“Are you going to stay and watch me teach the queen how to use a blade?” Yoongi directs his question towards Jin.

Jin huffs through his nose once, laying back down with his eyes on the two of you.

“Is that a yes?” You wonder.

“It is. He also said that if I hurt you he will rip out my throat.” Yoongi smiles again, pointing the sword he had just picked up from a table towards Jin across the room.

“How would you know he said that? He didn’t speak.”

“Because I can read his mind.” Yoongi says so matter of factly.

“You…I’m sorry. You can read his mind?”

“Yes, my lady. He can read mine as well. It happens between beings like us after we’ve spent long amounts of time together.” Yoongi picks up another sword and hands it to you but you’re too distracted, almost dropping it to the ground.

“Can you read mine?” You’re absolutely fascinated and terrified at the same time.

“No, I cannot. We haven’t known each other long and you are very…human.” Yoongi adjusts your grip on the sword while you barely pay attention.

“What about Jungkook? Can he read my mind?”

“That’s a question the king will need to answer.” You can hear the frustration in Yoongi's voice as he continues to try and help you hold the sword while you barely acknowledge what he’s doing.

“Fascinating.” You mumble.

“If you will, my lady, hold the sword.” He finally says.

“Oh, yes. I’ve got it.” You’ve held a sword before, but have never needed to use one in any type of battle.

Yoongi begins to explain that the movement is all in your wrist but the strength comes from using force from your upper body. He goes over the basics: how to hold the sword, how to step, how to avoid counterattacks and how to do some very simple counter attacks of your own.

You can feel sweat forming on your brow and dripping down your back. You haven’t done this much physical activity in quite some time.

“You’re doing well, your majesty.” Yoongi compliments.

“I wish I could know it all, all at once.” You sigh, leaning against the wall. Yoongi laughs quietly.

“With due time.” He places his sword back on the table. “We can train whenever you like, as long as the king doesn’t have me out and about.”

“I would like that very much, General.” You smile and he does the same as you place your sword into the holster.

As you do, the sheath pinches your finger and makes a small cut. You hold it up with a wince, seeing a small drop of blood form on the tip.

“All that swinging a sword around with no injury only to get a cut from a small pinch.” You wipe it against your thigh, wondering why Yoongi has become so quiet.

It did not click in your mind that this would be a problem.

“You need to get out of here. Right now!” Yoongi half yells and half growls, breathing rapidly through his mouth. The earthy color of his eyes was now soaked in a blood red.

“I’m sorry…” You take a step back towards the exit door, tripping over the table leg and landing on your back.

“Your blood…it’s screaming at me.” Yoongi groans and covers his ears with his hands, trying to stop himself from pouncing on you and draining you dry.

In the next moment, a mass of silver fur appears in front of you, blocking Yoongi from moving any closer. Seokjin growls deep in his chest, the rumble of it vibrating your bones. He turns his head towards you, nudging you with his nose and huffing, silently telling you to get out now.

You don’t hesitate, scrambling from the floor and dashing out the exit door and up the stone stairway. You look back once, only to run directly into the chest of your husband.

“What’s going on?” He asks, hands steadying your shoulders.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…I didn’t even think.” You're prattling on and making no sense you’re sure.

“Shh.” Jungkook hushes you, cupping your face in his hands. “Look at me and tell me what’s happened.”

“Yoongi was teaching me to use a sword…for protection. I just…I nicked my finger a little…I’m so sorry.” You feel as though you’re unable to string a coherent sentence together.

“Did he hurt you?” Jungkook asks, jaw tightening.

“What? No, he didn’t hurt me. Seokjin was there, he stepped between us so I could leave.” Jungkooks face softens a little at that bit of information. You’re about to speak again when Jin comes up the stairs in his human form.

“Are you okay, your majesty?” He asks the question to you, but looks at Jungkook. They’re talking with their minds.

“I’m fine.” You tenderly take Jungkook's hands from your face so you can turn to face Jin. “Where is Yoongi? Is he alright?”

“He could have killed you and you’re wondering if he’s well?” Jungkook shakes his head, a slight smile on his lips.

“It wasn’t his fault. I was bleeding in front of a vampire…and he resisted.”

“Yoongi will be fine, my lady. He just needs a moment.” Jin bows to you and Jungkook, obviously saying something else with his mind before heading back down the stairs.

“That’s going to get very frustrating.” You exhale loudly, turning back to face your husband who has an amused look on his face.

“I suppose my General filled you in on more than just swordsmanship.” Jungkook takes one of your hands in his, bringing it to his lips and brushing a kiss across the knuckles.

“Can you read my mind?” You ask, trying not to crumble at the feeling of his cool lips on your skin.

“No. That may take time to happen.” Jungkook turns your hand over to inspect the small cut on the top of your finger.

“Why does my blood not bother you?”

“It does.” He stares at your finger, swallowing harshly.

“Then why are you torturing yourself by being close to me now?”

“Because I will never hurt you.”

“I know.” Gods, you want him to kiss you again.

“I should kill Yoongi for even thinking of hurting you.” Jungkooks mouth was suddenly covering yours. Was he sure he couldn’t read your mind?

You allow the kiss and the rush of warmth that spreads through your body before your mind catches up, pushing Jungkook back from you.

“You will do no such thing. Yoongi is your friend. Promise me right now that you will not harm him in any way.” You look at him sternly.

“Seeing as I’m afraid you may stab me if I don’t do as you say, I suppose I’ll let the General keep his life.” He grabs your waist, pulling you back against his body.

“I’m glad I’ve gotten my point across about the stabbing.” Your hands travel up his chest, fidgeting with the lapels of his jacket. Jungkook smiles as he lifts your chin with his fingers to look at him.

“I came to find you so that I could speak with you about something.” He whispers the words, breath fanning your lips.

“And what would that be, my king?”

“I like when you call me your king…very much.” He playfully kisses your lips and makes you giggle. An actual giggle leaves your mouth.

“Stop changing the subject! What did you want to speak about?” You hold him at arm's length until he tells you what he needs to. His face becomes much more serious.

“Taehyung arrives the day after tomorrow. He’ll be here at sunset.”

“Oh.” You knew the time to meet Taehyung was coming but it was still surprising to hear the news. “Should we make arrangements?”

“That’s what I want to talk about, _____. I think it would be best if you stayed away while Taehyung is here.” Jungkook's eyes are on the floor as he speaks, he knows this won’t go well.

“Suddenly you want to keep me out of things? How did you think this conversation would go, Jungkook? That I’d be your good little wife and submit to your request? I refuse!” You push past him, starting towards the staircase.

“I thought perhaps you would be reasonable.” Jungkook sighs, his inhuman speed bringing him in front of you again.

“If you wanted a quiet and pliant wife you should have married your blood bag.” You scowl, fully prepared to pull your knife out of the sheath.

“You’re pulling away.”

“You’re pushing me out! Why? I want to know why.” You step up and shove your finger into his chest.

“Because Taehyung is already aware of our marriage. Now he knows that I have a weakness. I want to keep you out of harm's way where he can use you against me.” Jungkook takes one of your hands in his, begging you with his eyes to understand.

“If that’s the case, your highness, then perhaps we should be showing Taehyung that I am not a weakness and will not take his threats.” You yank your hand from his, walking up the stairs without another word from Jungkook.

Once again, sleep evades you. Every time you close your eyes you see the hurt look on Jungkook's face when you walk away and it makes tears threaten to escape.

The sun is still up, beginning its descent to drop below the horizon. You throw off your covers and make your way over to the window. Tiredly, you undo the latch and push open the panes.

It’s a strangely warm day out for this time of year. A comfortable breeze brings the scent of the flowers and trees floating into your room and tickling your nose.

You breathe it deep into your lungs. It feels good to just breathe.

Out past the gardens, you can see a turquoise colored lake. Willow trees surround it and dangle their long branches across the water's surface. It’s stunning and enticing.

Not having been out in the sun for months, you decide to forfeit sleep and make your way outside the castle to the lake that felt as if it was calling your name.

You wrap a shawl around your shoulders, quietly padding through the halls and down the staircase towards the back doors. Quickly, you check on your flowers in the garden and thankfully they are all taking nicely to the soil and growing.

Looking towards the veranda across the garden, your eyes fall onto the oversized pile of silver fur that you’ve come to know. Seokjin lays in a ray of sun, warming his muscles and bones and soaking it in. You’ve seen him do this quite often. He must miss the sun as well at times.

His head lifts when he hears you begin to walk across the lawn.

“It’s okay, Jin. I’m only going for a walk.” You reassure him. He tilts his head to the side, huffing through his nose. “You don’t need to accompany me. Enjoy the sun.” Jin whines a little and lays his head back against the stones.

You make sure that he doesn’t decide to follow you before continuing the short journey to the lake. The long grass tickles your calves and fingertips when you flatten your palms to feel the silky blades.

When you reach the bank of the lake you breathe in as deeply as you can manage. Everything smells fresh and earthy. The urge to get into the water is too hard to ignore even though you know it will be cold this time of year.

Gingerly, you slip off your boots and the shawl you had grabbed on the way out of your bedroom. The breeze makes you shiver when more of your skin is exposed to the outside elements, but you ignore it, standing at the water's edge in only a flimsy camisole and sleep shorts.

Unable to resist any longer, you step into the water, pushing away any protest from your body as the cold water rises up your body the farther you submerge.

You let your body float on top of the pool, tendrils of your hair sticking to your face. Floating here may be the closest thing you can imagine to heaven. Light. Airy. Blanketed. Free. It was almost overwhelming.

As you begin to move your arms to move across the top of the water, something seizes your foot and pulls you back. Jolting upwards, you look around frantically but the surface of the water appears calm as far as you can see. You almost begin to wonder if you had imagined it happening.

But something feels wrong.

Swimming back towards the shore, your heart pounds in your chest. You almost make it before you’re being pulled under completely.

You hold your breath but you’re losing air too quickly. Daring to look down, you see a creature with pitch black eyes and orange fins sticking out in every direction on its face. It smiles when your eyes meet, it’s mouth full of sharp teeth.

You scream. It won’t do any good beneath the water but you scream and thrash and try to kick your foot free from its grasp to no avail.

Looking up, the sun dances across the surface of the water in the most beautiful way. You’ve never taken the time to see it from this side of the water. And you suppose if this is how you have to die, there could be much worse views to have.

Losing too much air, your body begins to tire and your vision becomes blurry.

You hope that your father knows that you love him. Even if he kept so much from you, you know his intentions were to protect you. You miss him. You wish you could have the chance to invite him back to the vampire kingdom and see it properly.

You also hope that Hoseok won’t miss you too much. You hope Jungkook will take care of him and make sure he can still cook for Seokjin. You hope he knows how much he and his friendship means to you. You’d be so lost without him in this life.

How you wish you could have at least said goodbye to Jungkook. Tell him that you didn’t hate him if he didn’t already know. That you had started to warm up to the idea of living here with him for the rest of your days. That…kissing him was the single best feeling you’ve ever experienced. If the gods would let you live now you swear you’d tell him.

Your surroundings begin to fade and the last sliver of hope you held onto goes with it. The claws of the creature scratch at your skin and pull you farther down.

A loud crashing sound reverberates around you but you’re unable to open your eyes to see what it is. But what you can feel is the creature releasing you very suddenly. If only you had strength left to swim back up to the surface.

Strong familiar arms wrap around your waist, jerking your body and bringing you out of the water in an instant. Why can’t you open your eyes?

“_____. Look at me. Open your eyes right now.” You recognize Jungkook's voice as it floats into your ears. “Come on, my darling, look at me.”

Water suddenly fills your throat, making you twist to the side to spit it out, coughing and choking slightly. You gasp for air to fill your lungs again and your eyes finally open.

You turn back towards Jungkook.

“There you are, my queen.” Jungkook smiles, softly stroking your cheek. He’s holding you in his lap, an arm behind your head holding you upright.

“You saved me.” Your voice feels hoarse and scratchy.

“I do wish you wouldn’t go swimming with nymphs, darling.” He teases.

“Thank you.” You cup his cheek in your hand. But when you touch his skin, it’s not the usual cool temperature you’ve come to know. It’s burning hot and blisters are forming in places across his face and exposed arms.

“It’s okay…I’m okay.” Jungkook winces.

“Jungkook…what’s happening? What is it?” It takes your mind too long to catch up with the situation.

Jungkook is a vampire and he is outside in the sunlight.

“Shit. What should I do? How do I stop it?” Your body aches but you don’t care, you force yourself to sit up.

Jungkook's eyes roll to the back of his skull and he falls onto his back from his sitting position. Panic floods your veins like wildfire.

“Jungkook!” You scramble onto your knees, throwing yourself on top of him. You cover his body with yours to block out the sun the best that you can. “Seokjin!” You scream. “Please hurry!”

You pull Jungkook’s arms beneath you making sure they stay covered from the sun. His beautiful flawless skin is covered in burns and chars. Fuck…how do you make it stop?!

Seokjin comes over the hill in his wolf form, lifting his head up towards the sky and releasing a long howl. After, he rushes towards you, shifting to his human form right in front of you.

You heard his bones crack and watched as his fur disappeared and turned into perfect human skin.

“What’s going on!?” He demands.

“I was drowning…there was a nymph. Jungkook saved me but the sun…” You hadn’t realized that you had started to cry until just now when you tried to speak.

“We have to get him back inside immediately.” Jin states the obvious but you nod your head in agreement.

“As fast as your legs can take you. Please.” Your eyes meet Jins and he nods. Jungkook begins to shake beneath you, groaning in pain.

Seokjin shifts back to his wolf form, you move just enough to let him lay next to Jungkook and roll him onto Jin's back. The sun is starting to lower more but it’s still too much. Jungkooks fingers grip tightly into Jin's fur just before the wolf takes off at a dead sprint.

Your human legs and weak muscles from your near drowning don’t propel you quickly enough but you force them to move you back to the castle, shoving open the door and listening for any sign of where they have taken Jungkook.

Groans of pain take you to the right hallway where you find your husband laid out on the meeting room table, the other vampires scrambling to help him.

“Have one of the servants fetch a human donor right now!” Namjoon shouts at Yoongi.

“There’s no time for that! He’ll be dead before they return with one.” Yoongi tries to cover one of Jungkook's arms with a medicated towel, but he only screams.

“He can have mine. I’m right here.” You announce, ripping open the collar of your shirt to expose your throat as you walk towards the table.

“My lady…you don’t know what you’re doing.” Yoongi grabs your wrist to stop you.

“I’m the reason he’s dying, so let me do this for him now.” You gently touch his hand, you need him to let you go. Yoongi nods once before releasing you.

You climb onto the table where Jungkook is lying, his body shaking. You sit near his head, lifting it to settle in your lap.

“Jungkook…I need you to bite me, okay? You need my blood to get better.” You press a kiss to his forehead and hold your wrist to his mouth but he doesn’t bite you. “Jungkook…please.” You beg.

He moves his face away from your wrist each time you try to bring it near his mouth. His body still shakes, sweat soaking his white shirt as he lies there in pain.

“I’m asking you to. Jungkook, it’s okay. I promise it’s okay.” You hold your wrist to his mouth once more, hearing him groan before you finally feel the coolness of his lips press to your skin. “That’s it…go ahead.” He presses a very weak kiss to your skin in preparation for the bite that follows it.

You flinch at the sudden feeling of fangs piercing your skin. It’s foreign and strange. Jungkook moans and it makes your head swim. His hands come up to circle your wrist and hold it tighter to his mouth while he takes a long, fluid draw of your blood.

Each time he drinks, your veins fill with liquid fire. It’s too hot. You’re burning up. Tingles shooting from your nerves too many at a time.

You let your free hand come to Jungkook's hair, brushing it from his face and watching him. He is lust personified. Dark eyes practically flooded with red. His chest rises and falls rapidly while his tongue licks at your skin and catches any drop of your blood that tries to escape him. Deep rumbles of pleasure radiate from his chest.

You’ve never wanted someone so badly. You want him to touch you and feel you and taste. You want him here and there and everywhere. On top of you, beneath you, inside you. You want, want, want.

No, you need him.

“Jungkook…” Your voice sounds weak in your ears but you know he hears you.

“You’re fucking exquisite.” His voice is suddenly in your ear making you reach out to touch his body that’s made its way into your space.

“Are you…okay?” You focus on his face, seeing that the burns and chars have disappeared from his beautiful skin.

“Tell me how you feel…” His tongue is exploring your jaw and throat and you feel too much.

“I feel like I’m going to explode if I don’t have you.” Your arms slide beneath his arms to hold him around his shoulders.

“How do you want me, darling? I’ll give you anything that you want.” His words slither into your ear and spread until they bloom between your legs.

You grab at the buttons of his shirt, ripping them open to expose a torso sculpted by the gods. All the dips and curves of muscle are begging to be licked by your tongue and stroked by your fingers.

Jungkook kisses his way from your ear to your jaw until he reaches your lips. Devouring your mouth with his own. He grabs your thighs and lifts you onto his hips, wrapping them around his waist.

“I want you so much.” You can barely get the words out between kisses and strokes of his tongue.

“Take what you want.. Every bit of me is yours” Jungkook drags his fangs across your jaw in the most enticing way.

“Your highness…” A voice that doesn’t belong to Jungkook says.

“What?!” Jungkook's firm body leaves you as he spins around, snarling at the person interrupting your moment of passion.

“You should clear your head and think about whether you really want to continue this…here.” You recognize the voice as Yoongi now that the fog in your mind has a moment to start lifting.

Jungkook whirls back around to look down at you, your shirt ripped open, blood covering your arm where he had drank from you. You are beautiful beyond words.

You watch as the heaving of his chest begins to slow and the deep brown of his eyes becomes more prominent than the red that was there just a moment ago. His hair is tousled and his mouth was stained from your blood. How was it possible to look like an angel and a demon all at once?

“I’m…I'm sorry.” He bends forward and cups your face in his hands. “Tell me that you’re okay?”

You try to catch your breath before you answer him, afraid that your voice will shake. The fog in your head lifts more and you suddenly don’t know what has come over you. You were ready to fuck the vampire king on the middle of the meeting room table in front of his most trusted friends.

You scramble away from Jungkook, pulling at your shirt to cover yourself from all of the eyes in the room.

“I can’t. I need…I should go.” You bite your bottom lip to try and keep the tears from falling.

“______, please don’t go. We should talk about what just took place. My bite…” Jungkook follows you off the table, grabbing your wrist.

“I cannot even look at you right now, your highness. Please let me go.” You don’t look at him, eyes instead meeting Jins as he stands in the doorway. His face shows concern and sympathy that you can barely stand to see.

“Don’t walk away.” Jungkook quietly begs.

You don’t answer him, you simply continue walking out of the meeting room, looking down at the floor the entire time to avoid any more looks from the others. You felt awkward and uncomfortable…but mostly humiliated.

As you reach the bottom of the stairs, the oversized front doors of the castle swing open, a royal guard rushing inside.

“Your majesties.” The guard bows as Jungkook joins you in the foyer. You make sure to keep distance between the two of you.

“What’s going on?” Jungkook asks the guard.

“He’s here, your highness.” The guard seems almost spooked.

“Who is here?” You question. Jungkook visibly stiffens as if he is on high alert.

“I can smell them.” Namjoon says, his deep voice making the hair on your arms stand at attention.

Suddenly Seokjin is changing into his wolf form, growling quietly as he comes to stand between you and the open doors in front of you. Your heart begins to beat too quickly as the pieces fall into place and you remember who it is that is arriving earlier than everyone thought he would be.

“I’m not going to tell you to hide away. I won’t do that ever again. But Taehyung is dangerous, a loose cannon at best. I won’t hesitate if he threatens you in any way.” Jungkook is in front of you now, desperation in his eyes as he waits for you to answer him.

“I’m ready. I promise.” You whisper the words and Jungkook nods, thankful that he doesn’t touch you like you thought that he would.

“Ready for what?” A deep, buttery voice that you don’t recognize says from the doorway. You had not even seen them approach. “How sweet of you all to greet us.”

You presume this man is Taehyung. His long, dark hair is half pulled back and his smile is intimidating and full of menace. The long cloak he wears is made of thick fur and drags the ground as he walks back and forth, his golden colored eyes landing on you.

“Have you come to discuss land or have you come to stare at my queen? Only one of those choices allows you to leave here alive, Taehyung.” Jungkook stands in front of you slightly and Jin lowers his head to snarl at Taehyung.

“So hostile and I’ve only been here for a moment.” Taehyung begins to walk in a circle around the three of you. “I suppose I can’t blame you for marrying a human when she looks the way this one does.” Those golden eyes flash and follow any move you make.

You can feel his eyes rake over you, your soaked pajamas doing nothing to hide you from him. There’s also blood slowly drying to your arm and to Jungkook’s mouth. You can’t even imagine what all of this must look like to these strangers.

“You’re pushing your luck already, Taehyung.” Jungkooks jaw is wound as tight as it can be.

“Fine then. You want to talk? Let’s talk.” Taehyung practically growls, scowling at Seokjin before he moves to spit at him. “Traitor.”

You’ve had enough.

You reach down to your thigh and yank your knife from its sheath, rushing between Taehyung and Seokjin who was starting to cower and whimper. You can see Taehyung's guards moving behind him but they’re too late, your blade is at their king's throat.

“You have a lot of nerve coming into his home and spitting at him. I should slice you from ear to ear for even thinking such a thing would be allowed.” You seethe through your teeth, watching as the menacing smile returns to Taehyung's face. He raises a hand in the air, signaling his guards to stop.

“_____…” Jungkooks says from behind you, his teeth clenched.

“My king?” One of the guards comes up closer behind Taehyung. He has one golden eye and one pitch black eye. He’s smaller in stature than the others, black hair that falls into his face and full lips pulled into a scowl.

“It’s quite alright, Jimin.” Taehyung puts both hands up when you tighten the blade against his skin. He looks at Jungkook over your shoulder. “Managed yourself a rather feisty one, didn’t you Jungkook?”

Jungkook snarls loudly, his chest pressing up against your back and an arm wrapping around your waist protectively.

“That’s enough! If you want to talk, I suggest you follow the king's advisor to the meeting room or these negotiations will be over before they’ve even begun.” You look at Namjoon, who is standing with his hand on his sword and a very large werewolf guard in front of him. He nods to you, straightening his stance.

“This way.” Namjoon says and you remove your blade from Taehyung's throat, letting Jungkook move you a few steps back and out of reach. Taehyung laughs quietly.

“It will be in your best interest that these negotiations go well, your highness.” Taehyung let’s Jimin stand in front of him now. You glare at the werewolf king, making sure he can see your distaste for anything that comes out of his mouth.

“We shall see, your highness.”

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My Queen \\ leah williamson x reader

Request: “Could you do one where the reader (reader x Alexia or Leah) is billionaire but nobody knows and they found it BC the reader is bit luxury or the reader is from Netherlands royal family and nobody knows”

P.S I’ve never written a royal family story before so bare with me

P.P.S This is kind of short so I apologise 🫣

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You walk out of the coffee shop and turned the corner when someone walks into you.

“Oh shit I’m so sorry” You look up and are met with the most beautiful blue/green mixed eyes you’ve ever seen.

“No worries, I was thinking about throwing it out anyways. I’m Y/N” You say holding you hand out for the mysterious woman to shake.

“Leah, nice to meet you Y/N. I can buy you a new shirt or at least a new coffee” Leah asks.

“Don’t worry about the shirt” You look at your watch and realise you’re late.

“I’m so sorry about this but I have to go. I’ll catch you around” You say before quickly walking away and into the car your parents, the king and the princess, bought you since you moved to England.

Historically in the Netherlands, no one has left their royal duties to become a civilian. You hated all the fancy clothes and long, boring meetings. You just wanted to be a photographer. Thankfully, your parents understood your willingness to leave and still welcome you back to visit when you can. Yes you could do it as a hobby while still being in the family but you wanted to travel for leisure and work, not travelling to meet other politicians and royal families. You are, were next in line for the throne once your father has passed, so your younger sister Catharina is now the heir.

Thankfully since your move, you have gotten an apartment and recently a new job working as a sports photographer, specifically women’s soccer.

On a bright and sunny morning the next day, you arrive at the Arsenal training ground and you instantly feel nervous. You walk into the building and a familiar face aka your boss welcomes you and shows you around. He introduces you to Jonas who then introduces you to the team.

“Girls, this is Y/N she is our new team photographer and videographer so be nice as it’s her first official day”

While Jonas is talking, you lock eyes with Viv who instantly freaks out. Being Dutch, she knows exactly who you are. You give her a look and she returns with a small nod with confirmation she won’t tell anyone who you are.

“Alright everyone introduce yourself then training will begin”

Everyone takes it in small groups to introduce themselves when one waits until last.

“Nice to see you again Y/N” Leah flirtatiously says biting her lip while looking at you up and down.

“Good to see you beautiful” You flirt back. This is going to be a long first day, you thought.

“You’re going to be mic’d up today so follow me” You and Leah walk into the first room and it’s the massage room. You put the small bag on the table and get the mic and mic pack out.

“Alright put this through your shirt an-” You turn around to see Leah with her shirt already off.

“Wow um okay just uh clip this in the middle and the mic pack can clip onto the back” You stutter out.

“Can you do the back? So it’s in position properly?” Leah asks and you nod.

You move behind her and clip the mini mic pack onto her bra and heat rushed to your face.

“Okay all done. Come see me when training’s over and I’ll get those from you”

“See you later Y/N/N” Leah walks out of the room and you chuckle and shake your head.

After training, you catch Leah so you can get the mics off her. You take the mic pack off her back and Leah turns around. Her eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips and back before you lean in so your noses are touching.

“C’mon Leah, we have to go!” You think Jordan yells out.

“Coming Jords!”

“I’m sorry Y/N/N”

“Don’t be Leah, it’s okay. I’ll see you on Saturday at the game” Leah nods and kisses your cheek on the way out.

Later on that night, you finish uploading the training photos to your laptop when your phone pings. You check it and see a message from Leah.

hey beautiful, i hope i have the right account 👀🤞

that depends… who are you looking for??

a beautiful Dutch y/h/c girl with y/e/c eyes i can get lost in for days. i think she goes by Y/N/N or Y/N

oh well you look at that… you’ve found the right account!

You and Leah talk all night before you finally grew some balls and asked her out on a date tomorrow. Yes you know you’ve only known her for a day but you feel differently with Leah, like you’ve know her your whole life. You spend another hour trying to think of a fun date idea for the both of you. You find a place online to book and you get even more excited.

Long story short, your date turned into 4 more before Leah asked you to be her girlfriend a few months later. You immediately said yes and kissed her passionately which led to other activities. You are currently at Leah’s house and you’ve had the whole royal thing on your mind. Leah has noticed something hasn’t been okay with you but didn’t want to pressure you into telling her. You feel Leah’s hand go up the back of your shirt and draw patterns on your back. You don’t want to lose this feeling.

“Babe, are you okay? You’re crying” Leah looks down at you worried. You sit up and wipe your eyes and Leah looks instantly worried.

“I um, need to tell you something and I don’t know how you’re going to take it”

“Whatever it is, we can figure it out together” Leah sweetly says as she intertwines her hands.

“I’m um well my family are the royal family for the Netherlands”

Leah doesn’t say anything except pull you into a hug, that you so desperately needed. You snuggle into her and she kiss the crown of your head.

“That’s what you were afraid of telling me?” You nod and Leah chuckles.

“Oh baby, why would you think that?”

“I don’t know, I just didn’t want you to think differently of me. Hell, Viv figured it out the first day and nearly bows every time she sees me” Leah lets out an angelic laugh but shuts up quickly when you glare at her.

“I would never treat you differently my love. With or without that crown, you are the same Y/N too me. Wait, were you going to be queen?”

You explain how the Netherlands royal family works and how you were next in line but now your younger sister is next. Leah gets up and races up to her room and grabs a toy crown she has and put it on your head.

“There, now you’ll always be my queen” Leah says as she holds your cheeks in her hands and kisses you softly.

You knew in that moment that you are in this for the long run.

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Y/N = your name

y/h/c = your hair colour

y/e/c = your eye colour

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httplilyyy · 2 years

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𝐍𝐎 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 || 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐇 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍

pairing: leah williamson x beckham!reader

summary: your brother, brooklyn beckham, just had his first child and whilst visiting him in the hospital you bring leah along. after a small incident occurs you go back to your apartment with leah where the two of you confess unknown feelings

warnings: brief mention of blood and stitches, a typical drunk bloke from london and the occasional swear word

word count: 4.8k

a/n: not really sure where i was going with this fic but it somehow ended up with nearly 5000 words

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There are positives and negatives with your mum and dad being Victoria and David Beckham. Sometimes the negatives outweigh the positives but then again, the positives can outweigh the negatives.

You were the oldest out of all your siblings. Sometimes it's a blessing, sometimes it's a curse. But you wouldn't have it any other way.

Even though you were the oldest, you weren’t the first to do everything. Although you did a lot of things before your siblings there were only a few you didn't do and Brooklyn was the one who managed to do two of them.

One, get married, the other, have a baby.

You were doing media when you had gotten a call from your dad saying that Nicola Peltz, Brooklyns wife and your sister in law, had gone into labour.

“Y/n! Someones calling you.” Katie shouted across the room.

“Cheers, McCabe.” You said as you walked over to her, taking your phone as she handed it to you.

“Hello?” You answered, pressing the phone to your ear.

“Y/n, hey.” The voice on the other end replied.

“Hey, dad.” You smiled, “what's up?”

“Nicola has gone into labour, we’re all heading to the hospital now.”

“No way!” You grinned. “I can't get there at the moment, I've got to do some bits for media.”

“I know, I just wanted to tell you.”

“I can try and come after.”

“Yeah, okay. Only if you can though.”

“Yeah, I’ll only be here for another couple hours I think.”

“Okay, I won't keep you any longer.”

“Alright, I might see you later, if not I'll see you tomorrow.”

“Okay, have fun.”

“Will do, bye.”

“Bye.”

“What's got you all smiley?” Leah asked as she jumped on your back.

“Wouldn't you like to know.” You chuckled as you turned around to face Leah once you felt her slide off you. “Nicola has finally gone into labour.”

“No way!”

“That's what I said.”

“Are you going to see them?” Leah questioned.

“Yeah, do you want to come?”

“I think it should be just family today.”

“Oh come on, you're practically family, I've known you all my life.” You said, exaggerating the word ‘all’.

“I shouldn't.”

“You’re coming, I need moral support.”

“No you dont.” Leah chuckled.

“It's been ages since I held a baby so I need your help.”

“Fine, only if you’re sure it's okay.”

“Promise.”

“Okay, are you going after you finish with media?”

“Yeah, is that okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

“Oi, you two,” Jen shouted, “stop gazing into eachothers eyes and do some interviews.”

“Shut up, Beattie.” Leah chuckled. “We weren’t gazing into eachothers eyes.”

“You wish though.” Lotte piped up.

“In her dreams.” Leah laughed as she bumped her shoulder into yours.

“Yeah right.” You scoffed with a smile before the two of you joined the rest of the girls.

A couple of hours later and you had finally finished with all the interviews and photos. After gathering all your things you made your way to your car and waited for Leah. The defender wasn't far behind and she put her things on the backseat before joining you in the front.

“Sorry, I was talking to Jords.”

“No problem,” you smiled, “ready to go?”

“Yeah.”

On the outside you seemed fine, well, you hoped so. But on the inside you felt a little green-eyed monster start to grow. You had nothing wrong with Leah and Jordan being friends but you wanted it to stay that way. Just friends. Nothing more.

You don't know why you’ve started to feel that way recently, being jealous, that is. But you just suspected that it was because you were best friends and not because you had feelings for Leah. Definitely not that.

Every time those feelings arose you were just as quick to push them back down, scolding yourself for thinking that way.

“You want the aux?” You asked.

“Yeah, your music taste is awful.”

“Hey! Absolutely not, there is nothing wrong with it.”

“Mhm, keep telling yourself that.”

“Be nice to me or I'll kick you out onto the road.”

“Okay.” Leah chuckled as she put on her playlist.

Looking in your mirrors you made sure it was safe to reverse out of your spot. You placed your arm around the back of Leah's chair and looked over your shoulder and out of the back window, using one hand on the steering wheel to reverse.

Leah watched you carefully, the way your hand manoeuvred around the steering wheel effortlessly, or the way your turned head showed off your neck intoxicating her with your perfume.

Finally pulling out from your parking spot you made your way to the hospital, completely oblivious to Leah's thoughts running around her head and the way her cheeks flushed every time she looked at you.

“You alright?” You questioned as you noticed Leah was very quiet all of a sudden.

“Yeah, just tired.”

“I can take you home if you want, you don't have to come if you don't want to.”

“No, no, it's fine, I promise.”

“Why don't you try and get a couple minutes of sleep? I'll wake you up when we get there.”

“Yeah, okay.”

It took a little while for Leah to get to sleep especially with the thoughts of you running around her head but once she did you turned the music down and drove a little slower, trying to maximise the time she got asleep.

It was around twenty-five minutes later when you arrived at the hospital and it took you another five minutes to find somewhere to park.

Once you found a space to park you waited a little while for Leah to wake up, but since she didn't wake up on her own you gently shook her awake.

“Leah,” you whispered, “we’re here.”

Groaning, Leah got out of her somewhat comfortable position and looked at you with half closed eyes making you chuckle.

“Morning.” You joked.

“Have you heard anything from your parents or Brooklyn?” Leah asked as she rubbed her eyes, trying to mentally wake herself up.

“Yeah, my dad texted me saying Nicola gave birth around ten minutes ago.”

“What did she have?”

“Let's go find out.” You smiled as you opened your car door and walked over to the passenger side to open Leah's door.

“Thank you.”

As the two of you walked into the hospital you saw a mass amount of people look at you either noticing who you both are or the fact they know who your parents are.

“Ignore them.” You mumble, wrapping an arm around Leah's waist as you spotted a group of men giving the two of you dodgy looks.

You walked up to the front desk and waited till it was your turn.

“How can I help you?” The lady asked at the desk.

“Yeah, hi, we’re here for Brooklyn Beckham.” You said.

“Are you family?”

“Yeah, he’s my brother.”

“Okay, well the lady next to you doesn't look like you.”

“So?”

“She won't be allowed up if she's not family.”

“Alright, she’s my wife, that's family, right?”

“Yeah-”

“Okay, so let us up.” You said, getting a little impatient.

“Hey,” Leah whispered, placing a hand on your shoulder, “calm down.”

“Sorry.”

“You’ll be allowed up but you’ll have to wait till someone can get you.”

“Or-” You started but you were cut off by Leah taking a hold of your hand and intertwining your fingers and speaking up instead.

“Thank you, do you know how long we’ll have to wait?”

“Not too long.”

“Okay, thank you.” Leah smiled as she dragged you away from the lady at the desk and into the waiting room.

“I’ll text my dad asking what room they are in because I cannot be bothered to wait.” You mumbled.

“Just sit down.” Leah said, pushing you into a chair.

“Where are you going to sit?” You asked, looking up at Leah noticing there were no spare chairs.

Looking around her, Leah shrugged before sitting on your lap.

“I’m your wife, right?” Leah smirked, placing an arm around your shoulders, making herself comfortable.

“Yeah, sorry about that.” You grimaced, “I said it so she would let us up.”

“I know, we’ve just got to make it believable now.” Leah whispered as she nodded her head to the lady at the desk who was looking at the two of you intently.

“Alright then, wifey.” You chuckled as you placed your hand on her thigh.

The two of you sat and waited for someone to come down. Whilst you tried to kill some time the two of you were scrolling through instagram on your phone laughing at the occasional post or comment.

About five minutes passed when a doctor came down and called out Brooklyns name signalling for you two to get up. Leah got up first and handed your phone back to you.

You followed the doctor into the elevator and to the room where your brother and his wife were. Going all the way up to the fifth floor and along to one of the very end rooms you were finally ready to see your niece or nephew.

“I’m scared.” You whispered to Leah.

“How come?”

“I haven't held a baby since Harper was born and that was ages ago.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, like what if I drop them or I hold them the wrong way-”

“You won't drop them, you’re going to be fine, I promise. Everyone will be there to help you.”

“Okay.” You said, taking a deep breath in before opening the door and making your way into the room.

As soon as you set eyes on the newest addition to the family, you felt all your worries dissipate. You congratulated Brooklyn and Nicola before you silently asked if you could hold their baby.

“What's their name?” You asked as Brooklyn placed his child in your arms.

“He’s called Charlie.” Nicola smiled, looking very tired and worn out.

“Hey Charlie.” You whispered, looking down at the tiny person in your arms.

You sat down next to Leah and the two of you looked at your nephew in awe.

“I told you, you wouldn't drop them.” Leah said quietly as she leaned her head on your shoulder.

“So far so good.” You joked. “You want to hold him?”

“Can I?” Leah asked as she looked up at you and at Brooklyn, he gave her a gentle nod and you carefully handed Charlie over to her.

Placing your arm around Leah’s waist you look over her shoulder as Charlie held onto your finger with the tiny grip he has.

You’ve never felt more content in all your life and you wished that one day you would have a baby of your own but you’ll leave that to your brother for now.

Snapping back into reality, the sound of Charlie’s cries remind you why you don't want kids as of now.

Leah handed Charlie back to Nicola and went around asking if anyone wanted something to eat or drink.

“I’ll come with you.” You said as you stood up and made your way to the door.

“Stay here.” Leah smiled. “I’ll be fine, you need to spend time with your family.”

“You sure?”

“Promise, if I'm not back in ten minutes then I may be dead.” Leah joked.

“Alright.” You chuckled as you held the door open for Leah. “See if they’ve got any doritos.”

“Will do.” Leah said as she walked down the hall.

“You're in deep.” Cruz said as you sat down beside him.

“What?”

“You like her.” Romeo joined in.

“Of course I do, she’s my best friend.”

“Not like that,” Cruz laughed. “You like like her.”

“Romantically.” Romeo added.

“And how do you two know? You're both practically six.”

“We see the way you look at her.”

“And how do I look at her?”

“Like you're in love.” Brooklyn said.

“Great, you're all ganging up on me.” You groaned, making your way over to harper. “Please tell me you're on my side, harps?”

“You’re in love.” Harper giggled, dragging out the ‘o’ in love.

“I’m not.” You said. “I mean, she's my best friend.”

“Have you seriously not watched a single episode of Friends?” Cruz mumbled.

“What's Friends got to do with me being in love with Leah?”

“Woah, you said it, not me.”

“I didnt-” You stopped yourself. “Oh my god.”

You walked backwards till you sat back down next to Cruz.

“Wait hold on, I still have no idea how my situation relates to friends.”

“Monica and Chandler.” Romeo said.

“But we dont live in New York, we havent had sex in London to then fly back to New York to continue having sex and-”

“Cruz just means you are similar as you are best friends and to hopefully become lovers.”

“That's a shit example.” You mumbled. “Your movie and series trivia needs a little boost.”

“You get what I mean though.” Cruz said.

“What do I do?”

“Tell her your feelings.” Your mum said as she gave you a knowing smile.

“What if it ruins our friendship?”

“It wont, now go find her and tell her.”

“Yeah, okay.” You said, hyping yourself up as you looked back at your brothers before walking to where you saw Leah wander off to.

As you walked through many hallways and turned many corners you finally saw Leah making some coffee, her arms filled with snacks.

You made your way towards her when you noticed a guy from earlier, one of the blokes who gave the two of you horrid looks.

“Come on sweetheart, why don't you-”

“Let's not go there.” You said as you stood beside Leah, gently pushing her so she was behind you.

“It’s just a bit of fun, mate.” The guy said.

You could tell he was drunk from the way he swayed from side to side or the fact he had managed to smuggle a beer bottle into a hospital.

“I’m not your mate, so back up and go back to wherever you were originally.”

“Where's the fun in that? I want to treat the pretty lady to a good time.”

“If you couldn't tell, she doesn’t want to have a ‘good time’ with you as she’ll have a better one with me. So leave.”

“Ballsy, why don't you walk away and leave us alone, huh?”

“Okay, bye.” You said as you placed your hand on the small of Leah's back and led her down the hall.

“That's not what I meant.” The guy shouted as he ran up to you and tried to swing at your head.

“Alright, why don't we just calm down?” You grunted as you ducked and weaved away from the man.

Whilst you were trying to dodge the guy he used his beer bottle and swung his arm haphazardly till it connected to the side of your face.

It felt as if the world was moving in slow motion, you didn't fall down, staying planted in your spot, looking up at the man in front of you.

You felt the blood trickle down the side of your head and you straightened yourself back up. Your right hand touched the cut on the side of your head whilst your left pushed Leah away from the two of you.

Luckily enough, before you could do anything stupid, a couple of security guards came rushing over and tackled the drunk to the floor.

“Are you okay?” Leah rushed out as she dropped everything on the floor and cupped your face in her hands.

“Yeah, are you? He didn't touch you did he?” You asked as you held onto Leah's waist, looking her over to see if she had any injuries herself.

“I’m fine, but you're not. You need to see a doctor.”

“It's just a scratch.” You shrugged.

“Even so, I think you should.”

“Alright, but you're coming with me. I’m not leaving you alone.”

Nodding, Leah took you through the hospital and back to the front desk, on your way a doctor came out of a room and ushered you both to follow her.

Doing as told you were taken into another room where they sat you down on a bed, preparing the equipment needed.

“How did this happen?” The lady asked as she sterilised a needle and thread.

“Some drunk.” You mumbled. “You must have more important people to attend to, you don't need to worry about me.”

“They can wait.”

Whilst the lady stitched your cut back up, Leah held your hand the whole way through. Squeezing it every so often to make sure you were alright.

Once you were finished you asked if Leah could get either Cruz or Romeo. She was reluctant to leave you but nodded nethertheless.

“Before you go to sleep you’ll need to rewrap your bandages as well as clean your stitches.” The doctor said.

“What are the steps?” You asked, having no idea what to do when you get home.

“There's not many, just a couple.”

“Could you write them down?”

“Of course.”

“Here.” You said as you handed her your phone with the notes app open.

Having all the steps down, the lady handed your phone back to you. Unbeknownst to you, Leah was watching the whole interaction from the door with Cruz beside her, giving a knowing look.

Walking back into the room, Leah was followed by Cruz.

“You’ll need someone to stay with, just for the night. They’ll be there if something happens although it's unlikely anything will.” The lady said.

“I can stay with you.” Leah said as she walked over to you in a protective sort of manner, giving the evils to the doctor beside you.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I don't want anything else to happen.”

“Okay.”

“Do you have any more questions?” The doctor asked.

“No, we should be good.” Leah smiled as she helped you up and out of the room, Cruz trailing behind trying not to laugh.

You managed to thank the lady before Leah pulled you down the hallway.

“What did you need me for?” Cruz questioned as he walked beside you.

“I didn't want mum or dad, and especially Harper to see me like this so I was wondering if you could tell them that I was going to go back home?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Thanks. I'll see you soon, yeah?” You said as you gave your brother a hug.

“Definitely.”

“Oh tell Brooklyn and Nicola, I am happy for them.”

“Will do.”

“Okay, love you.”

“Love you too, have a safe drive home.”

Giving Cruz one last hug, you finally started to make your way out the hospital.

“Let me drive.” Leah said as she tried to take your keys from your hand.

“Nope. I'm fine.”

“I'm driving.” Leah stated as she stood in front of the driver’s side door.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“You got the keys?”

“No-”

“Then you're not driving, you're not even insured on my car.”

“For Christ sake, y/n. Let me drive.”

“No chance, you want the keys, come get them.” You teased as you held your keys above your head.

Leah jumped up and nearly took a hold of them but you moved your hand out of the way just in time.

Smirking, you walked away from her a little and dangled your keys before putting them down the front of your joggers.

“Y/n!”

“Come get them then.” You chuckled.

“That's gross.”

“Let me drive then.”

“I hate you.” Leah mumbled as she walked over to you, standing right in front of you.

Her fingers traced the elastic of your joggers slipping underneath them slightly.

Thinking she would actually grab the keys made your heart rate speed up and Leah noticed the hitch in your breath and increased breathing.

“In your dreams.” Leah whispered against your ear before pulling away and getting in the passenger side of your car.

“God.” You groaned as you leaned your head back and looked up at the sky, trying to calm yourself down.

Finally sitting in the driver's seat you notice Leah unable to contain her laughter.

“I hate you.”

“Mhm, just drive.”

Doing as told you pulled out of your parking space and made your way back to your apartment.

Leah put on her playlist again and the two of you were singing the songs at the top of your lungs.

Once you finally got back to your apartment you let Leah go in before you and you both made your way to the kitchen.

“Do you want to get take out or do you want to make something?” You asked as you looked through your fridge.

“Take out please.” Leah smiled, hopping onto your kitchen counter.

“Coming right up.” You said as you got your phone out and went on to just eat.

It only took a couple of minutes for the food to arrive and you both were quick to sit down on your sofa and eat the lot.

After you had finished your food the two of you cuddled up on the sofa and put on a movie, mamma mia to be exact.

You both were singing all the songs, trying to recreate them at one point before you both decided that you should head to bed.

“So what did the lady tell you to do with your head?” Leah asked as she followed you into your room and sat down on the edge of your bed whilst you went into your ensuite to get your little first aid kit.

“I don't actually remember.” You replied, looking through your cupboards finally finding what you were looking for.

“Why don’t you just text her?” Leah said as you came back into your bedroom.

“What?”

“You got her number, didnt you?” Leah questioned, her voice coming out more harsh than she intended to.

“No? She just put the steps down on the notes app.”

“Oh.”

“Why? Were you jealous, Williamson?”

“Not at all.” Leah said as she looked down at her lap trying to hide the fact her cheeks were a little red out of embarrassment.

“You so were.” You chuckled. “You love me.”

“Shut up and sit down so I can clean your cut.”

“Yes ma’am.” You mumbled as you leaned back on your bed with your head against the headboard.

Leah sat beside you as she got all of the things ready. Gently, Leah placed her hand underneath your chin making you look up at her so she could have better access to the cut.

“This may hurt a little.” Leah said so quietly it almost came out as a whisper. She poured antiseptic over the wound, your back arching off the bed slightly and she gently pressed you back onto the mattress.

“Stop moving.”

She used a wipe and dabbed the cut cautiously as if she would hurt you any more. Letting out a loud ‘ow’ caused Leah to pull away from you.

You let out a laugh after seeing her reaction making Leah look back at you with a very unimpressed face.

“I’m sorry.” You said as your laughter died down. “You just looked so concentrated.”

“You’re hilarious.” Leah said sarcastically as she went back to cleaning your cut but her little smile didn’t go unnoticed by you.

“It did actually hurt though.”

“I’ll do it again if you’re not careful.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

Smiling a little Leah dabbed the cut just a little harder and you let out a pained groan.

“I had too, sorry.” Leah chuckled.

“You enjoying me being in pain?”

“Just a little bit.” Leah smiled as she put away the wipes and looked for another bandage.

“You gonna patch me up Doctor Williamson?” You chuckled as you watched Leah go through the first aid kit.

“Shush.” Leah smiled, finally finding what she was looking for.

Again, you decided to mess around and started to wiggle your head so it was borderline impossible to place a bandage on your head.

“Come on, y/n. You’re not making this easy for me.”

“That's the point, Williamson.”

What you didn’t expect was for Leah to sit in your lap and tilt your head down so you were looking directly into her eyes.

Leah placed the bandage over your cut but still stayed on your lap. Your hands found themselves resting on her hips so she didn’t fall off.

There was a beat of silence between you two but you both didn’t mind it, in fact you relished in it.

“You’re blushing.” You whispered as you looked between Leah’s eyes and lips.

“I’m just a little hot, that's all” Leah whispered.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.” Leah hummed as she shifted on your lap, looking down.

“Look at me.” You said softly. “Leah, look at me.”

She didn’t listen to you and she kept her gaze on her fingers on her lap, in between the both of you. You moved your right hand from her waist and used it to tilt Leah’s head up to make her look at you.

After a moment of silence, you pressed your lips against hers. The sudden impact had stunned Leah, her breath catching in her throat.

Her eyes were blown wide and she didn’t know what to do with herself. Her brain started to register what was going on and she finally kissed you back, wrapping her hands around your shoulders.

You both sighed contently into the kiss. Easily getting lost in each other’s presence.

Butterflies fluttered all around in your stomach as the kiss went from tender to heated in a matter of seconds.

Leah’s heart was pumping out of her chest at the feel of your lips on hers. Her cheeks were burning and she could feel the joy bubbling up inside her.

She tangled her hands into your hair and you rested one hand on the side of her face whilst the other held her waist.

When the need for air became a problem you slowly pulled away from the kiss and you rested your forehead against Leah’s. Both your breaths in tandem with each other’s.

After calming down a little you both let out small chuckles, not quite believing what just happened.

“There's no one like you, Williamson.” You smiled and Leah felt her cheeks grow a crimson colour.

“I really like you, y/n.” Leah whispered breathlessly.

“I really like you too, more than you can ever imagine.” You said softly.

You cupped her flushed cheek and brushed your thumb over her cheekbone. Leah’s eyes fluttered shut as she leaned into your touch. A small smile adorning her face.

Due to the closeness of the two of you, both your faces barely an inch away from each other, you could see every intricate detail on her face.

You admired her for a little while before you dived back in for a second kiss which had the both of you smiling into.

You ended the kiss, feeling your lungs begging for some air gaining a soft wine of protest from Leah. The two of you looked into eachothers eyes just enjoying the moment you were in.

“Do you want some pyjamas?” You asked as Leah got off your lap and sat beside you.

“Please.” Leah smiled as she watched you get up and rummage around your draws trying to find an old t-shirt and some joggers for Leah to wear.

“Are these okay?” You asked as you held up a white t-shirt and some black Nike joggers you found at the bottom of your draw.

“Yeah, thank you.”

Leah went into your bathroom to get changed and you quickly got changed in your room. You had just about put your top on when Leah opened the door, managing to see your abdomen before the t-shirt fell over it.

Your clothes were a little big on Leah but she didn't mind it as they were comfortable and smelt like you.

“What?” Leah asked softly as she placed her clothes on your dresser.

“Nothing,” you smiled, “you look better in my clothes.”

“How cheesy.”

“Ha ha ha.” You chuckled as you got up and walked into your bathroom with her. Looking through your cupboard once again you found a spare toothbrush and handed it to Leah.

“Here’s your toothbrush ma’am”

“Thank you.” Leah smiled as she took it from you and waited for you to put some toothpaste on it before the two of you cleaned your teeth.

After you both finished up in the bathroom, doing your nightly routines, you walked back into the bedroom.

Dramatically flopping onto your bed with style you got underneath the covers and held your arms out, signalling for Leah to come cuddle up with you.

Leah happily obliged and she got into bed, snuggling up into your side. She rested her head in the crook of your neck, your perfume flooded her senses. Her breath making goosebumps rise all over your skin as she cuddled herself into you more.

Chuckling to yourself you felt Leah smile into your neck once she was finally comfortable.

“Goodnight, love.” You whispered as you gently stroked your hand up and down Leah's back, making small patterns every so often.

“Goodnight.” Leah hummed contently as she soon drifted off to sleep, her hand intertwined with yours. With you following and falling asleep not long after Leah did.

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