#nine years. damn ok. didn’t know if was That old

[hotshotriot]

sweet christ

[claudethecrabdemoness]

Ok so I think I found a way to fix Vox LOLLOLOL. 

And by fix him, I mean make him much, much worse.

🔌 📺😝🎩⚡️

So I was drabbling in my head w Claude and Vox and they got to deep talking about their previous lives and regrets and all sorts of existential meanderings, when Vox surprised me by saying “I was a Christian, ya know. A good one. Never even missed a Sunday- come late night or hangover or hellwater. *chuckle* Fat lot of good it did me, right?”

And then I was like oh. OHHHH. 

He should’ve been a televangelist. 

So now this is canon as far as I’m concerned, and can even make perfect use of the little priest getup from his song number. After all, that is essentially what he’s doing with the V’s: amassing a hell-wide cult through the power of his broadcast monopoly. And explains why Claude had never heard of him before- he’s not your average kind of celebrity. 

I picture he got his start on local access TV, in the early 40s, just right after Al would’ve had his heyday with radio. He was an East Coast boy, no doubt, and mastered the quick-talking pander of the telecasters at the time. He often ran small broadcasts for local churches- fundraisers, telethons, what have you- and the Christian community ate up his All-American boyish charm. Especially the ladies. He married one who went to his church and really believed his words had the power to change lives, urged him to start his own televised worship, and boy did he thrive. They quickly became a household name, and he basically kick-started the whole televangelist movement into high gear. Like the bastard he is. Soon he gained a country-wide following and had money pouring in from the faithful by the buckets, and of course it all went straight to his head. Hence why it’s a TV now as punishment. That’s when he began exploiting his pulpit, believing himself a prophet, staying with his wife only to maintain their image, buying houses and toys and cars all with parishioner’s money, staying awake for days on cocaine and coming back down with barbiturates, the whole nine yards. 

It eventually caught up to him when his followers tried to commit a mass murder/suicide in his name, and a lengthy court appeal didn’t really smooth over their new reputation as a dangerous cult. Which is so unfair. It wasn’t like he told them to go all Old Testament, buuut… it’s not like his message was that far off from it either. Idiots. From then on, he started overworking, overthinking, and overdoing the whole thing right into the ground. His wife left him, he lost a ton of money in legal fees, and he had to hire protection now to keep up with the death threats from angry loved ones of his devotees. All the stress and resentment drove him into religious fanaticism, and his sermons just got more and more ego-driven and manic, asking for larger tithes and claiming it would be help him work the Lord’s magic even faster. He eventually was killed by a hit put out on him by an up and coming newer cult- ironically a spinoff of his original one- proving that he was very much mortal, but his faithful followers still believed he was a messiah of some kind. 

And that’s because- in his haze of drugs and self-destruction- he believed he was one too. He was sure that what he was doing was for all the Right Reasons, even if the methods were unorthodox. But hey- even Jesus flipped tables and rebelled against the Romans, so who’s to say his path is any less holy? He was SURE that he’d still be getting a ticket to Heaven, despite some minor setbacks…

So you can imagine his rage when he very much woke up in Hell. 

All his hard work, all his devotion, all his MONEY- for what?? Damned to live with a TV instead of his beautiful face and nothing to show for his decades of faith??

What the fUCK??

It was then that he realized God was the biggest scam of all and immediately renounced his faith, spending the first few years of demonhood sinning and drinking as much as possible. He had no idea how to cope with it all, and saw no point to trying, really. What good is having a TV head when you can barely stand the thought of using it- just a constant reminder of the empire you left crumbing behind you. 

And that’s when he met Alastor. 

Now here was someone else cursed by his favorite medium and a deer form that boasted anything but the predator he saw himself as- only this man was anything but deterred by it. The Radio Demon’s broadcasts may have terrorized everyone else in Hell, but they invigorated something deep inside Vox. Something he hasn’t felt since his first televised sermon… something like worship. 

He had to seek him out. 

This then ties in perfectly with his one-sided crush/obsession with Al, their doomed stint at friendship, and the impending rejection he receives at the end. AGAIN. First God, now Alastor…? You’d think that second blow would reduce him into an even greater depression than before, but instead, it flips a switch inside him. That’s when Vox decides ENOUGH. He’s done pandering, he’s done negotiating, he’s done elevating anyone else above himself. And why should he?? If anything HE should be the one on that pedestal, HE should be the only one to get credit for all HIS deeds…

HE should be God. 

And dammit, if he can’t join the original up in Heaven, why not try to become one down in Hell?

The rest is canon as we know it, but I just really realllllly love the idea of ex-Christian Vox, and all the disillusionment religious trauma can bring. He went straight from communion to capitalism, and I like that in my hell-bound guys. I will def be using this as his canon backstory for my AU with Claude, bc I needed to bring even more conflicted suffering and RSD to this character before I can truly ship them together hahaa. 

And…. despite what his real backstory actually is…. this is the only one I subscribe to now. 😈

ALSO:

TELL ME THIS ISN’T HIM!!??!??? HELP. CREEPY HANDSOME IS THE ONLY WAY TO GO FOR THIS CURSED TV MAN I HAVE DECLARED IT SO PLS ADJUST YOUR FANART ACCORDINGLY. 

Anyway, thanks for coming to my TED talk I’m going to go rot in my hole now thinking of more hcs for this akskshagaga-

[andydrysdalerogers]

The Type You Save ~ S I X

Detective James Barnes hasn't seen the love of his life in three years. Since the night she was almost caught stealing a painting. He knows it was her and she disappeared leaving him confused and heart broken.

Alexandra Richards never expected to be pulled back into her old life two years after she left it. She had found love and a home and was happy. Until a note blackmailed her to take one last job. Three years later she walked into the last person she expected to see in San Francisco. Because he lived in New York right?

They always put family before everything. And he would do anything to get his family back. Because she's the type you save.

TW: mob, death, smut, rape intentions, angst, guns, family abandonment, dub-con, manipulation

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Previous : F I V E

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

“Are you my daddy?” 

Alex froze.  How?  How does she explain to her almost three-year-old about his father?  But it was like instinct when James opened his mouth.  

“Yea buddy.  I am.  I was able to come back for you and your mama.”  

“Yay!  Does that mean we can ride in your police car?” 

Alex tried to stop the giggle that escaped but failed.  Of course, that’s what Drew wanted, to ride in the police car.  

“I don’t have it with me, but we can later ok?” 

“Okays.” Drew started to exam the badge again.  “Can we go to the park daddy?”   

James looked at Alex.  She nodded.  “Sure pal.  Let’s get your backpack.”  

“Okays!  Miss Wanda!” He yelled as he ran for his bag.  

James drew Alex in.  “He’s perfect,” he whispered.  

“He’s you,” she replied with a smile.  

Drew came back, an oversized pack on his back holding his teacher’s hand.  “Miss Wanda look!” 

Wanda came over and gave a hug to Alex.  “Hey sweetie.”  She looked at James.  “Well, that photo does not do you justice.”  She smiled.  “Wanda Maximoff.”  

“James Barnes. Uh, how’s he doing? That’s what I should ask right?” 

Alex and Wanda giggled at his hesitance.  “He’s very bright.  He’s almost at kindergarten level with colors, shapes.  He can almost write, and he can read like a champ.”  

“Oh.  Well, he gets that from his mom,” James smirked, get a blush from Alex.  “Thank you for teaching him Miss Maximoff.”  

“Please, its Wanda and its my pleasure.  Been watching him since he was a baby.  I live next door to Ale,” she explained. “I kept an eye out on both of them.”  

The news that someone was watching for his girl and his child.  Something he wish he had the chance to do.  Something he wasn’t going to shrink away from it. It made him angry that Grey took this away from him. “Thank you, Wanda.  Really.” 

“Well Drew, I’ll see you tomorrow.”  

“Yes Miss Wanda.” Drew hugged his teacher again before taking James’s hand.  They headed back to the street and to the park that was down the street from the guys’ apartment. Drew reached up for his mother’s hand and started to swing in between.  James stopped, took his back pack and then continued to swing him.  The moment was so domestic, so normal, something they were both missing.  

Once they reached the park, Drew took off to the playground and James and Alex sat on the bench. “Tell me about him.”  

“His birthday is April 5th.  He was a big baby, 9lbs.  I went full term, all nine months. No complications.  I had Nat and Wanda to help me through … through most of it.” She swallowed.  

“Nat?” 

“Natasha Romanoff.  She’s a hacker, one of the best in the world.  She and I met at MIT before I left.  She went freelance.  We kept in touch and when I ran, she took me in.  Help me get set up with some work and found the apartment next to Wanda.  When she thought I was sick, she took me to the clinic.  Said she didn’t know you, but you would murder her if something happened to me.”  

“Damn right I would.   Will I get to meet her?” 

“If you want.” Alex chewed her lip. “What do we tell Steve?” 

“The truth doll.  He deserves the truth.”  

“Call him.  Maybe he can meet us here?” 

“Sure.” James texted Steve who replied he was on the way when Drew came running. “Daddy! Push me.” 

“So bossy.  Like your mama,” he said with a smirk.  “Ok Chief let’s go.”  He picked up his son and tossed him up, with squeals.  Alex held her breath until he was back on James’s arms.  

“Not ok, Barnes.”  

“What?  I would never drop him.” James threw her a wink as he carried Drew back to the swings.  

Alex sat, going over the last few hours, unbelieving that her family was being put back together.  Would she finally have a chance to be happy?  Or did she need to wait for the other shoe to drop? She jumped when a hand settled on her shoulder.  

“Sorry Alex.  I thought you heard me.” Steve came and sat down next to her.  “Where’s Bucky?” 

“He’s… he’s with our son on the swings.”  She couldn’t look at Steve.  She knew the face she would see if she looked up.  

“Son?” Steve looked over to the playground where James was with a little boy.  “Alex?” 

“Found out a couple of weeks after I left.  I had to tell him first, Stevie.” She looked up at their best friend. “It’s the main reason I stayed away.”  

“Oh Alex. I’m so sorry you had to do this alone.”  Steve wrapped and arm around her and they watched James with Drew. Alex told everything to Steve before Drew came running over.  He stopped short of Steve.  

“Who are you?  Don’t touch my mama!” 

James came running over and smiled when Steve removed his arm around Alex.  He kneeled down to the ground next to Drew.  “Drew, that is your uncle Stevie.  He’s mama and daddy’s best friend.”  

“Uncle Stevie?” 

“Yeah Chief.  He’s a policeman just like me.  You wanna say hi?”  Little Drew nodded.  He took his father’s hand and they walked towards his mother. “Drew, this is Uncle Stevie.  Steve this is Drew Richards-Barnes.”   

“Hello Drew.  It’s nice to meet you.”  Steve gave the little boy his hand.  Drew looked up to his dad, who nodded, before taking his hand.  

“You’re big.  Like daddy. Do you have a badge too?” 

Steve chuckled before pulling the badge out for Drew to see.  Drew took it and examined it.  He beamed that it was the same as his fathers.  

“He looks just like you Bucky.”  

“I know.  Did she?” 

“Yeah, she told me.  God, you’ve procreated.  Never thought I would see the day when there was a mini you running loose on the streets.”  

“Shut it punk. He’s perfect.” His eyes stayed on Drew as he sat on the ground to examine the badge.  He stood up to give it back to Steve.  

“Mama?  I’m hungry.”  

“Ok baby.  Let’s get some lunch.”  She went to pick him up, but James was quicker, pulling his son into his arms.  

“Whatcha want Chief?”  

“Macaroni!”  

“That happens to be my specialty.  Let’s go!” He put Drew on his shoulders as they walked back to the guys’ apartment.  

Alex pulled out her phone as they walked.  

A: Hey you  N: was wondering when you would text  A: why  N: I can meet you   A: How did you know  N: When you left the diner abruptly, I turned on your phone  A: Nat!  N: Ale  A: We promised  N: and only when we thought the other was in trouble.  I have the address  

Alex shook her head as she put her phone away.  Steve looked at her curiously.  “What?” 

“Who were you texting?” 

“Nat.  My best friend here.  She’s coming over.”  

James looked at her.  “What?” 

“We track each other, for safety reasons.  When I left the diner earlier in a rush, she hacked my phone and started listening.”  

“Jesus, Allie, you’re ok with that?” 

“She’s just watching out for me.  She knows about Grey and this is just a precaution.  She’s been wanting to meet you.” 

“Meet a woman who is stalking you.  Yeah ok.”  

Steve interrupts, trying to defuse the tension. “Is she cute?” 

“Don’t Stevie.  Doesn’t play for our team.”  

Once in the apartment, James set up Drew with some paper and markers while he went into the kitchen to make some boxed mac and cheese.  Alex slides her arms around him.  “Are you mad?” 

“I’m trying to go over all of this.  I mean, this day has been surreal.  You were gone yesterday and today you’re back and we have a kid.  Really, I’m surprise I’m not losing my shit on the couch.”  James looks into the living room where Drew is showing Steve his drawing. “This is real.”  

“Yeah, it is.  Blows my mind too.”  She kissed his neck, hearing him hum in pleasure.  

James turned around in her arms, wrapping his around her. “Let’s go to dinner tonight.  Just you and me.”   

“What about Drew?  I don’t have a babysitter.”  

“Steve can watch Drew.  He’s a giant kid himself. Besides, when you move in here, he’s gotta get used to the baby.”  

“Whoa, slow your roll?  When am I moving?” 

“Seriously? Alex, we are married.  Of course, you’re moving.”  

“I just assumed you would move in with me.”  

“And leave Steve by himself? The punk can barely take care of himself.”  

“He lived alone in New York.”  

“And was at our place more often than his own.  We have an extra room here.  We can make it Drew’s room.  Its be us, then Drew, then Steve.  It works.”  

Alex pulled back. “You really want us to move?” 

“This weekend.  Tomorrow, tonight if I could.  I need to have my family with me Alex.  That you, that’s Drew and that’s Steve.”  

Alex could see the desperation in his eyes, the fear that if he let go, she would slip away.  She looked at her son, who was now in Steve’s lap reading a book.  “What happens if Grey finds out were back together?” 

“He won’t.  You never changed your name, right?” 

“Legally no.  Here I go by Nicola.  Nicola Barnes. James cocked a brow at her. “I get paid in cash as a freelancer.” 

“Ok, so let’s get your name legally changed.  You can be Alex Barnes, like you were meant to be. He won’t find you, they aren’t looking.” He pulled in for a kiss and Alex was thrown back to their second date.  

Four years ago… second date… 

“So, what would be the ideal family look like,” Alex asked, chewing on the end of her straw.  

“We are going deep now,” James said with a chuckle.  “Let me think about this.” He rested his elbows on the table and head in hands, staring at her. “You, with my last name, and like four kids. Big house with an apartment for Steve because I know that punk would still not have a girlfriend.”  

Alex giggled.  “And what makes you think that I’ll take your name.  I happen to like my last name.”  

“You could hyphenate it.  Considering I don’t think you’ve ever told me your last name.”  

“Oh, well I can’t help that you flashed your badge when you paid last time and I got yours, Detective Barnes.”  

“So you’re not gonna tell me.”  He lifted her hand and placed small kisses on each knuckle.  

Alex swooned at the gesture.  “Richards.  Alex Richards.”  

“Beautiful,” he said with a smile.  “But Alex Barnes sounds so much better.”  

“I’ve known you a week.  How about we give it a year before this topic comes back up.”  

“Got yourself a deal doll.”  

“Don’t call me doll.”  

“Alex Barnes does sound better,” Alex whispered into James’s ear.  His face split into a big smile.  “But after you take me on a date, Detective.”  

“Its Inspector now.  But I’ll always be just Jamie for you, doll.”  

NEXT

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OK HI ADI!!!

IS THERE ANY MOMENT OR INCIDENT WHICH MADE YOU GO," DAMN IM SO PROUD TO HAVE SIVA?"

Because stories about siva>>>>>>

HELLO THERE (IM SO SORRY I DONT KNOW YOUR NAME)

I HAVENT TOLD HER THIS LIKE EVER CAUSE YOU KNOW SINCE WEVE KNOWN EACH OTHER SINCE WE WERE THREE WE DO HAPPEN TO BE EACH OTHER BIGGEST FANS AND CRITICS BUT TO ANSWER THE QUESTION IM ALWAYS PROUD OF HER AS A PERSON AND TO HAVE HER IN MY LIFE (DONT TELL HER I SAID THAT SHE KNOWS SHE HAS ME WRAPPED AROUND HER FINGER I CANT TAKE ANYMORE BROTHERLY DUTIES)

though specifically there was this one time we were actually separated from each other in like year 4 cause they shuffled divisions and I ended up in 4-D and she remained in our division E and I really had a terrible time with the new batch of kids there but siva had a whole bunch of friends in that class (her social circle is insane I tell you there’s not one person that didn’t know her in the whole of ras al khaimah let alone the school like literally every teacher and every student from K-13 and non teaching staff included knew her) so as I said I’m having a bad time there and this was around the time she started taekwondo classes and I’d end up with bruises all the time cause I’d be beaten up by the pakistani and bangladeshi guys for some reason I still don’t know and I first told her it was just me falling down while in gym class and she believed me for a while until she started getting suspicious and specifically asked to be the monitor of the hallway my class was in and she saw what was happening and immediately first went to the vice principal to say this this has happened and then told miss that she might do something to the kids if she sees them doing something to me even after two days (which pls she thought she was giving them a big deadline lmao) and she saw them beating me with a stell ruler and the next thing I know she’s doing those little jabs at their shoulders and backs cause she was only starting out and had no knowledge in taekwondo and the boys were such little wussy’s about it and they complained a girl beat them only for the vice principal to come to our rescue and she suspended the kids and she made siva the elementary school head girl and truly honestly that’s how I was stopped from being bullied not one person has ever talked to me without basic respect after that and she did all this when SHE WAS ALL OF NINE YEARS OLD

my child was cool from her toddler days I tell you

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[maryoliverdotcom]

A Shade Darker Than Red: Chapter 8

Chapter 7

A week passed by. Paro was eerily quiet when she was with me, and I thought of what I had said that day. Had I really, truly ruined all my chances of saving even our friendship?

A million thoughts rushed through my head as I turned restlessly in bed, staring at the ceiling.

The ceiling of our bedroom was painted with blue fluorescent stickers shaped like stars. Papa had done that. I had asked Maa to take them off if they bothered her, but we never did.

Beside me, Maa tossed in her sleep. They say if you think of someone, they can’t fall asleep. Could she hear my thoughts?

I had nothing to distract myself with. No phone, no book—nothing. Just me, my thoughts and the stars on the ceiling.

A sudden, vivid memory flashed in my mind. We were six. A year had passed since my meeting with Paro. We were running around like hooligans in the park while our mothers talked about work, pados-wali aunties and whatnot. I still remember what Paro was wearing: a frilly, white frock with Minnie Mouse sewn onto its sleeves. The sky was red and so was our laughter, until Paro bent down and ripped a flower right off its stem. “For you,” she had said, clumsily tucking the flower behind my ear. When she touched my earlobe, the flower was white. When she let go, it was red.

Another memory. We were nine. She sat with me on the bed while I rambled on about my latest hyperfixation: dragons. She listened to every single detail I had mentioned and, by the end of the afternoon, showed me a drawing of a wyvern.

Twelve. I was reading The Priory of the Orange Tree, sitting on the windowsill. I took a sip from my milk tea, letting out a contented hum. I wasn’t on the windowsill anymore. I was Ead, pressing a kiss to Sabran’s brow. Sabran was someone who looked uncannily similar to Paro.

An annoying ding! from my phone forced me back to reality. I heard Maa’s grunts and snores: the coast was clear. 

I climbed off the bed, taking care not to put extra weight anywhere that would make the mattress creak. I walked towards the desk and picked up the phone.

WhatsApp: You have 3 messages.

It was Paro. I checked the time: 3:49 a.m. Paro was a morning person, what was she doing staying up all night?

Paro<3: hi renu are you awake? —00:27 do you wanna hang out on the roof like we used to?  —02:01 its ok if you dont wanna. go back to sleep you have a big day tmrw. actually, if ur awake rn i’ll kill you —03:48

Oh, Paro.

I glanced at Maa, slowly increasing the fan’s regulator. Please don’t wake up soon.

I walked out of the room and closed the door. Thank goodness I’d oiled its hinges last week. 

The main door was locked—opening it meant creating a ruckus. “Shit,” I muttered under my breath. No wait, actually not shit. This meant I’d have to take the old way around. Jeez, fourteen-year-old me was fun.

I opened the door to the balcony and hoisted myself up on its railing. It was an easy jump. I tumbled onto the grass, praying that a grasshopper wouldn’t find its new home in my ear. The grass was wet and the air smelled of petrichor. 

I stood up, smoothening my pyjamas. Staying out late at night was a risky thing, especially in our neighbourhood. Plenty of TicTac-shaped pills here and there, and men on the prowl. I didn’t give a damn. I was eighteen and probably feeling some feelings I wasn’t supposed to be feeling. (That’s a lot of ‘feeling’s, I know.) What could possibly hurt me?

A lot of things, I realised, as I walked up to Paro’s house. Like that mad dog Rathode had warned me about. The creepy guy who keeps children in his basement (just a speculation, but when Madhu speculated about something, it was most probably right). An overspeeding motorcycle that could crash into me any minute. My own mother, with her pots and pans, once she realised I was gone.

Oh well, the damage was done. I found myself opening the gate on instinct, as if I knew Paro’s house better than I did my own.

I stepped into their garden, careful not to trample on any beetles—and made my way to the window of the woman who lived below Paro’s flat. Madame Fosco, I called her, in everything but her looks.

The tin shade Madame Fosco had installed last year was probably on its deathbed by now. Rust had made its edges creaky, but Fosco was deaf, anyway. I grabbed onto it and hoisted myself up, finding myself staring right at Paro’s face, our faces a millimetre away from each other’s. She screamed.

I screamed.

My foot slipped and I fell off the tin shade, tumbling onto the grass once again. At this point, I would be surprised if a grasshopper hadn’t found its home in my ear.

“For Whitman’s sake, hush,” I hissed.

Paro peered out of the window, her mouth forming a perfect ‘o’. “I’m sorry,” she mouthed. 

I shook my head (in case a grasshopper had organised a nice family dinner in my hair) and climbed onto the tin shaft once again, pulling myself onto Paro’s windowsill.

“Come in,” she whispered, switching the lights on. 

I felt comfortable squatting on her windowsill like a failed Spiderman and grumbled as I walked into her bedroom.

Paro switched her phone’s torchlight off. “I’m gonna kill you.”

“What?” I stared at her retreating figure. “What did I do?”

“Why are you still awake?” she snapped. I followed her to the door.

“Why are you still awake and staring out of your window like Oscar fucking Wilde?” I snapped back. Paro flipped me off while trying her hardest to pull the gates across the door. Sweat shone on her forehead, her eyes illuminated in the moonlight.

“Hold on, let me help,” I offered, gently grabbing her wrist. Paro grumbled, stepping aside.

I pushed the gate back and pulled it in again, keeping the screw in with my thumb. It glided into the opening on the other side, miraculously not making a single noise. I turned towards Paro. She was staring at my arms.

“What?” I asked her, incredulously. One moment she said she wanted to kill me, and the next she looked at me like I was something she couldn’t quite wrap her head around.

“N-Nothing,” she muttered. My heart fluttered. Dammit, these butterflies in my stomach had turned into fucking bats at this point.

Paro walked up the stairs while I followed her footsteps in the dark. “Just like the old times, huh?” I heard her say.

I smiled weakly. “You make it sound like we're old.”

Paro opened the door to the roof, the tensed line in her jaw glinting in a sliver of moonlight. God, she was as beautiful as ever.

“Come in,” she said, her words echoing in the marble walls.

I followed her to the railings, leaning against the cool surface. A light breeze rippled through, making her hair fly for a brief second. Dear God, she was poetry herself.

“Where are Auntie and Uncle?” I asked, trying to break the silence.

A light breeze caressed my cheeks. “They won’t be back before tomorrow. Business trip,” Paro explained, edging closer to me.

“Oh.” I was suddenly aware of the pen still tucked behind my ear.

Silence.

“So we’re—we’re all alone, then?” I asked her, hoping she wouldn’t hear the slight quaver in my voice.

Paro nodded. “We are.” Silence, again.

She leaned against the railing. “You’re going away in three weeks.”

I nodded, not quite knowing what to say.

“I asked you a question.” Her voice was cold and harsh, harsher than I deserved. 

“That was a statement,” I snapped. “And don’t use your CEO voice with me.”

Paro frowned. “I’m not.”

“You are.” I glared at her. “And you know it.”

She stared at me, scrutinising my every feature. “I’m sorry,” she finally said, letting out a sigh. “I’m sorry. It’s just been—you’ll be gone—and—”

“I know, it’s okay,” I heard myself murmur, edging closer towards her.

“I—I’ve got that Poe book with me,” she said. “Do you want it now or at the graduation party?”

“Now,” I said, without thinking. “The party will be too loud. And too crowded,” I added as an afterthought.

Paro bit her lip so hard I was scared it would bleed. “Alright,” she nodded. “I’ll get it.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

I watched her retreat into the shadows, taking the white along with her. The night was a pool of blood, again.

I hummed. Did she know about the history of ‘OK’? Probably not. I’d tell her. Not knowing things I wouldn’t be able to tell her before we drifted apart wasn’t a good idea. At least she’d be able to tell her children that their Renu Auntie had told her about the history of ‘OK’. Maybe she’d sigh and think of me, again. Words were a certain but clumsy way into a person’s mind. 

Papa had told me that. Maybe that’s why I can’t stop thinking of him.

Did Paro know about Jinnah? That Netaji might’ve actually been alive? Did she know that birds came from lizard-hipped dinosaurs? There was so much I had to tell her before I vanished from her mind. It was pathetic. Scrambling onto every crumb of unrelated information I could find, just to hang onto her thoughts, stay on in her mind for a little while longer.

“I’m back,” Paro said, stepping into the moonlight.

She looked like Aphrodite, the goddess of love born from love itself, in all her glory—clutching a book of Edgar Allan Poe, the letters of which shone in the lamplight or moonlight, that I do not know.

“For you,” she said, handing me the book.

“It’s beautiful,” I gasped as I ran my fingers along the edge of its spine. It was a leatherbound book, The Complete Works of Edgar Allan Poe written in shiny gold lettering. I opened the first page. To Renu, it said. Keep me in your mind, always. From, Paro.

I chuckled, flipping through the pages. “Of course I’ll keep you in my mind, Paro,” I laughed. “What a silly thought!”

Paro looked at me, hope faintly glimmering in her eyes. “You will?” Her voice had softened down to a murmur.

I looked at her incredulously. “Well, duh, Paro, I can’t just forget my best friend of thirteen years now, can I?”

Paro’s lower lip trembled. “You promise?”

I smiled. “Always.”

“Always?”

“Always.”

A comfortable silence followed and as we looked at the stars, I knew we were both smiling.

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I physically need to know who was your gay awakening -🪅

I LOVE THIS QUESTION OMG OMG OK

but we gonna have to break this down into like a list cus this has LAYERSS i didn’t really know my label and i still don’t (not that you need a label…i jus know that imma sapphic and maybe guys are fine ig😒😒) BUT OETS BEGIN

1. the childhood hints that shoulda been known.

the way i should’ve known that i was gonna be a fem lady kisser when i was watching team umizumi/yogabagaba and wanted to be milli and foofa likeeee cmon now

and then watching total drama island and other cartoons and didn’t know if i wanted to be OR BE WITH shego, marceline, azula and korra, damn near every witch in winx esp darcy, THAT ONE GIRL FROM WANDER OVER YANDER omg and when i started getting into stuff like dc and marvel cus of my dad w catwoman and harley quinn 😧😧 don’t get me started

and also heavy on marceline and every edgy monster high girl in the movies like the way toralei had me SPRUNG like when i played with them dolls???

2. the queerness screaming at me

now this is where i think my real awakening started when i would make my monster high dolls start kissing each other and like TORALEI WAS MY FAVVV

but when i started getting my grimey hands on video games? bro mk9 changed my brain chemistry like scarlet coulda taken my blood anytime bro fuck pcos🤭🤭 and taht doesn’t even compare to the absolute menace i became when they made cassie and gave her an undercut like YOOOOOO but really i think my VERY first gay awakening was when i would be like 5 years old taking my moms phone and picking camie to play on street fighter cus her body was tea AND THE MUSCLES THE ABS JUST- BARL BARK BARK BARK anyways..

i think i started lowk knowing when season 3 of twdg came out and clementine was on her gangsta shi LIKE NAH THAT WAS HER BEST SEASON IDC BUT I WAS MF NINE I THINK AND THATS WHEN I KNEW CUS HER ATTITUDE JUST HER WAS DOIN THINGS TO ME LIKE TRUST ME IF SHE WAS POPULAR THIS WOULDA BEEN A CLEM PAGE IN A DISTANT FUTURE BRO

also the edgy girl from lego movie but..IT WAS THE ATTITUDE THATS JUST A PLUS THING FOR ME I DONT WANNA HEAR NUN

and also when i saw itsv for the first time and gwen w the piercing…

3. my gay ass

after coming to the conclusion i went through my chloe price phase and i can just tell i have a type by the characters i be liking like alex chen, gwen, clem, omg north from dbh…. yeah like nah im crazy it took me a while to get to the conclusion officially

this doesn’t even cover my dumb ass when i started getting into anime and liked nagisa cus i was CONVINCEDDD by the assassination classroom hetero kargisa fans that he was a girl like that was my main reason and also rio in that was fine BUT ANYWAY TO CONCLUDE CAMIE AND CLEM ON TOP 🔝

[angelasscribbles]

Bad Romance Disney Adventure Chapter 3: Oh, Baby!

Miniseries: Bad Romance Disney Adventure

Main Series: Bad Romance

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings for series: Riley x Liam, Liam x Max, Riley x Max, Riley x Drake, Riley x Leo (past)

Rating: MA

Warnings for this chapter: Language, Depiction of childbirth.

Word Count: 2,390  

A/N: This was originally supposed to be a three-shot, but here we are. It got away from me again, and now there will be one more chapter. (Ok, it was supposed to be a drabble in the first place, then it turned into a three-shot in the second place so I guess we've arrived at the third place)

A/N 2: This was inspired by an ask from @queen-arabella-of-cordonia and will be completed in the next chapter.

My other stuff: Master List.

Riley was tired. She’d been on her feet most of the day and she hadn’t even been able to ride half the things she’d wanted to because she was too pregnant. She was seriously thinking about leaving early and letting the guys deal with the kids. She didn’t want them to have to miss out, that’s why she hadn’t complained. Her feet hurt, her back hurt and the damn Braxton Hicks contractions kept getting worse. Almost as if they weren’t the irregular in frequency, less intense contractions that are the body’s way of preparing for labor and that usually go away with a position change.

But she was only thirty-seven weeks pregnant, and all her other babies had waited until thirty-nine weeks, except Jax who had to make a damn entrance or something, waiting until week forty-one. The contractions had to be Braxton Hicks, she was sure of it.

She paid for her purchases and let Max carry the bag as Drake carried a tired, cranky, absolutely missed his nap Jax. She listened to Max and Liam discuss where to eat for dinner as they walked.

“We may have to stop for snacks before then,” Max said, “Xander is starving.”

“Of course he is,” Liam replied, “his stomach is empty now!”

Drake chortled at the reminder, “Kid’s got excellent aim though.”

The group met Jason outside the bathrooms near Calypso Pool. “Where is he?” Riley asked.

Jason pointed and opened his mouth to answer but before he could even speak, Liam took the bag from Max, “I’ll take them to him, you stay put, love, you really should sit.”

Riley started to protest, but Drake forestalled that, “He’s right, babe, you’re hugely pregnant and you look tired. You should sit down, get off your feet for a minute.”

Riley gave him a doubtful look, “You and Liam just don’t want me near Leo and it’s silly because you know you have nothing to worry about, right? Especially in my condition! Even if I wanted him, which I don’t, by the way, but even if I did, I’m in no mood and no condition to be-“

“Ri, come on. He’s just asking you to rest for a minute, because you’ve been on your feet all day and because, as you just pointed out, you’re eight and half months pregnant!” Max cajoled, “We’re just worried about you; we just want to take care of you. I know you don’t need us to, you make it look so easy, you’re so pretty and you’re glowing, but we want to! So, come sit, for us? Just for a little bit? Please?”

Riley sighed as she waddled over to a nearby bench and let Max help lower her onto it. She was tired, and achy, but she wasn’t going to admit it.

Drake shook his head as he grumbled quietly to himself, “I don’t get it. Isn’t that exactly what I just said? But she listens to Max!”

“Nu uh.” Came a small voice.

Drake looked down at Ellie, “What?”

“You didn’t say the same thing, at all, tata.” She informed him.

“How was it different?”

“You said she was huge and looked tired. Poppa told her she was pretty, and he wanted to take care of her.” Ellie nodded sagely.

“I…..” Drake stared at her with his mouth open. She was right though, wasn’t she? How clueless was he that both Max and the eight year old understood how this worked better than he did? He blew out a frustrated sigh. His bluntness was not always a good thing.

While Drake was distracted with the kids, Riley let herself grimace at the pain as another contraction ripped through her body. She gritted her teeth as she breathed through it. She couldn’t lie to herself anymore. The contractions were real, and labor had started.

“Are you ok, Ri?” Max asked in concern.

Riley panted out, “It’s time.”

“It is?” Max blinked down at his phone screen, “No, our monorail ride isn’t scheduled for another twenty minutes.”

“Max!” Riley’s voice was a little shrill, it held notes of annoyance and exasperation that were usually reserved for Drake or Liam. He was the good boyfriend. His head snapped up in confusion, trying to figure out what he’d done wrong.

“Ri? What’s wrong little blossom?”

Riley gritted her teeth and pushed out a long breath before responding, “Contractions, Max, I’m having contractions!”

“You’re…what? Drake! Get over here!”

Drake hurried over to the bench, dragging all three kids with him. “What is it, Beaumont? Is she ok?”

“She’s having contractions!”

“For how long?”

“I don’t know!”

Drake turned to Riley and demanded, “How long?”

“I mean, I don’t know! I’ve been having them off and on all day.”

A cry of frustrated disbelief escaped him, “All day? Why the hell didn’t you say something?”

“They were Braxton Hicks! Meaningless! I have at least two weeks to go!”

Drake bit back the reply that was on the tip of his tongue, now was not the time to argue about her intractable stubbornness. Instead, he asked the more pertinent question, “How long have you been having this particular set?”

“About an hour.”

“What?” His hands flew to his head, where he pulled at his own hair, this woman was going to be the death of him, “Why didn’t you tell one of us!”

“I didn’t want to spoil everyone’s fun! It’s fine. I had contractions off and on for two days before I gave birth with both Ellie and Xander, remember?”

“Yes, and I also remember that your labor with Jax was three hours from start to finish. Do you remember that?”

“Right, but what are the odds-“ The sentence cut off as she pitched forward, grabbing her stomach and letting out a pained yelp.

“Drake! She’s in labor!” Max’s voice was laced with panic.

“Yeah, no shit!”

“We have to get her to the first aid tent!”

“First aid tent? She doesn’t need a fucking Mickey Mouse band-aid Max! She needs a goddamned hospital!” Drake spat as he pulled out his phone.

“Who are you calling?”

“911 to get a fucking ambulance, what do you think?”

“Why are you calling 911? What’s happening?” Liam sounded panicked as he pushed his way through Drake and Max to get to Riley.

Leo was right behind him, but Drake’s free arm shot out and clotheslined him before he could get to her. “Not the time, Rys!”

Leo fell backwards and landed on his ass on the pavement.

“I was just trying to help!” Leo protested from his spot on the ground as he rubbed the front of his neck in annoyance.

“Did he just say she’s in labor?” Jason asked Max.

“Yeah, I wanted to take her to the first aid tent but-“

“I’m not going anywhere, Max!” Riley yelled at him, “I’m in fucking labor and I. Am. Not. Moving!”

Jason pulled out his walkie talkie and started shouting into it.

“I’ve already called 911.” Drake told him.

“That’s good, but we have our own paramedics.” Jason explained.

“You do?”

“Yes, because they can get here quicker.”

“That’s…impressive actually.”

“Yes, well….”

“What?”

“Apparently someone had a heart attack on one of the other attractions and our paramedics are tied up at the moment.”

“Where is that ambulance?” Liam yelled as Riley squeezed his hand hard enough to cut off circulation. He didn’t dare complain about it though.

“This is bullshit!” Riley gesticulated, “I should still have at least two more weeks!”

Liam shook his head, “No, remember, Dr. Russo told you that an estimated due date is just that, estimated and you didn’t remember when your last period was so we couldn’t date by that-“

“I can’t help it if I’m irregular Liam!”

“I know, love, I’m not blaming you-”

“Well, it sure sounds like you are! Aaahhgghhh!” She gripped his hand even harder.

Liam was sure his fingers were broken but he gritted his teeth as he reminded her, “Also, you didn’t get a sonogram until well into the second trimester, and the doctor said those are much less accurate for dating-“

If looks could kill Liam would have died, been resurrected and died again as Riley’s eyes boiled with rage, “I can’t help it that royal duties kept me too tied up for a sonogram, Liam, you’re the one who wanted me to be fucking queen, remember?”

Jason blinked, “Queen? What’s she-“

Max slapped him on the back with a nervous laugh, “Oh, ha ha ha, just a little inside joke!”

Drake looked up as a wall formed around them. Mickey, Mini, Pluto, Elsa, Dumbo, several of the dwarves, and Donald Duck had formed a barrier between them and onlookers.

“It’s for your privacy.” Jason explained.

“Not like that big dog!” Xander pointed at Pluto.

Ellie turned to look where her brother was pointing. Pluto put his hands over his face then turned and ran away.

There was a scuffle as men tried to push their way through the barricade. Drake craned his neck to see who it was then told Jason, “They need to let those men through!”

“But, sir, we’re trying to protect her privacy-“

“I understand that, but those men are part of her security detail.”

“Security….who are you people? Your name’s not really Smith, is it?”

“I told you that was a lame alias, Liam!” Riley screamed at him.

The security team was let through, then the characters closed ranks again. The guardsmen formed a ring within the already existent ring, and both sets of people faced outwards, the security team scanning the crowd for threats, their backs to the royal family for privacy.

“What’s happening to mommy?” Xander started to cry.

“She’s having the baby, dummy.” Ellie told him.

“Here, Leo, be actually useful for once.” Drake said as he transferred a sleeping Jax from his arms to Leo’s so he could make his way to Riley’s side while Max comforted Xander.

Drake took her other hand in his, “Look at me babe, breath, like we learned from the doctor, remember?”

Her eyes fixed on his and she nodded as she mimicked the breaths he demonstrated for her.

“Excuse me, but, may I help?” Jason asked as he approached.

Drake gave him a fleeting look, “You’re not a doctor, so I don’t know what you think-“

“No, I’m not. Not yet anyway, but I am a med student at UCLA.”

“What?” Liam felt relief surge through him, “Then yes, yes! By all means!”

“Um…we’re going to need to remove her pants so I can check on things.”

She wasn’t letting go of either Liam or Drake’s hands so neither she nor they could pull her pants down.

“Max! Get over here!” Drake yelled.

“Coming!” He called out as he shoved Ellie and Xander toward Leo, “Stay with Uncle Leo, ok?”

Liam and Drake lifted her just enough for Max to remove all clothing from her lower body.

“I don’t suppose anyone has gloves on hand?” Jason asked doubtfully.

“Oh, yes, actually!” Max quickly pulled a pair of surgical gloves from the diaper bag. In response to Jason’s incredulous stare, Max explained, “For the extra messy diaper changes.”

“Ok.” Jason shrugged, taking the gloves and slipping them on, “Cool!”

After a quick examination he said, “I’m pretty sure she’s fully dilated and effaced.”

“Pretty sure?” Liam questioned.

“Yes, pretty sure, I told you I’m a med student, not a doctor yet!”

“Dilated and effaced? What’s that mean?” Leo asked.

“It means the baby’s coming now!” Riley yelled at him, why was he so annoying? Why were they all so annoying? “Shit! Fuck! I hate you all! None of you are ever touching me again!” She started to slide off the bench.

“Get her off the bench but hold her up, in a squatting position.” Jason instructed. “That’s the easiest position for delivery and the least painful.”

“Then why do they have women lay down on their backs in hospitals?” Liam asked in perplexment.

“That’s a good question, ain’t it?” Jason replied dismissively. He had other things to focus on.

Liam and Drake pulled her upright, then Drake told her, “Look at me, baby, we’re going to squat down now, hold onto both of us and don’t let go, ok?”

She just nodded as her eyes locked on his. They slowly sank toward the ground into a crouch as Max moved directly in front her, “Look at me now, Ri, ok? Just use me as your focal point, like we talked about, remember?”

She nodded as her fingers sank into both Liam and Drake’s shoulders.

Somewhere behind them Leo had lost control of the kids, Jax was awake and crying, Xander had crawled under the bench Riley had just vacated to hide from Pluto. Ellie was explaining to Elsa how babies were made.

“You can rest in between contractions.” Jason told her.

“Fuck you!” Riley panted, “There is no…uuuggghhh….in between…..gaahhhh!”

“Are you pushing?” Jason asked in alarm, this was information he needed to know.

She just gritted her teeth and bore down harder.

“She’s pushing.” Drake verified.

“The baby is crowning!” Jason informed them, “I can see the head!”

All three men spoke at once.

“You’re doing great baby!” Drake kissed the back of her hand.

“It’s almost over, love!” Liam gave her a quick kiss on the temple.

“You got this, Ri!” Max leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead.

Ellie was bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet, “Baby! Baby! I want to hold the baby!”

Xander had gone quite and wide eyed from his spot under the bench, thumb in his mouth, attention glued on his mother. Even Leo was silent for the first time all day. Not a single smart assed remark left his lips as he watched Riley squatting on the ground at Disneyland, pushing out a baby while he rocked Jax in his arms, patting the child’s back and swaying softly side to side.

“The head is out!” Jason announced, “You’re almost done, Riley, one more push, make it a good one!”

Riley sank her fingers into Liam and Drake’s shoulders hard enough to bruise as a low, guttural sound ripped out of her, but neither man flinched away.

In the next instant, Jason had the baby in his hands, “Congratulations you guys! It’s a boy!”

[lillygene]

Me When I Realize I Never Posted My Writing Examples - Rat

Wow... shame on me huh? As compensation here are two stories I typed up recently! They are in relation to my own Call Of Duty oc, as well as Calmly.mangled on Tiktok's character.

Evelyn belongs to me, while Teddy/Cameron is Mangled's character!

Content Warning: Violence, alcohol, me pretending I know anything about the military in the slightest!

It had only taken five minutes for the first guy to hit the ground with an ugly smack. His nose was twisted up awkwardly, and his eyes had rolled back into his head long before his body stopped falling. 

Before that, Cameron had actually been enjoying himself. He was freshly nineteen, and a good year and a half into his days in the service. He had signed up for the marines the moment he could, he was hardly a day into his seventeenth year around the sun when he made the conscious decision to apply himself. 

The marines had been the obvious choice, for a few reasons. The one that sat heavy on the forefront of his mind was his father’s legacy. Left behind for him to shoulder. Cameron’s father had been in the army. He was damn good at it, too. There was nobody who could deny that. His father was good at his job. 

Now, what that actually meant for the boy was a different story. He’d spent seventeen years with a man who didn’t understand the expression to leave your work at the door. His home life had been work just as well. At least he had treated it as such. 

Army, they had a certain way of doing things. A particular way, it was their own. Cameron had a legacy to uphold, but it was also like second nature. He was raised on those ways, he didn’t really know anything besides the army. 

It had been a perfect choice in hindsight. He was going to make it into the military, one way or another, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t choose something for himself. Marines and army. They never got along. Then again, you could have said that for basically any branch of any force. Secret service versus the bureaucrats. Bureaucrats versus the military. Ok, it was really everyone versus the bureaucracy, then anyone versus each other. 

But the Marines and the Army had a long standing rivalry, one that was highlighted more prominently than the others. Usually it was seen as some inside joke. A way for civilians to nudge their buddy and go ‘Yeah, those Marines, right?’ 

There was a severity to it however. The army had their way, the marines had their own. It was a whole new playing field to adjust to, but Cameron was actually pretty good at that. 

See, the second reason for joining the military had to do with yet another thing the boy had put up with all his life. He was a fish out of water, for reasons uncontrollable by him. Cameron had always been, and still was, a large body amidst the crowd. He stood at 7’3, with the scale leaning well into the 200s. 

He could remember a time back in grade school, a time that set the precedent for the rest of his life. People had always commented on how tall he was when he was growing up, but they had always been harmless jokes. ‘Your boy is so big! Tell him to stop growing for me, okay?’ The ladies across the street would coo. Or his father’s coworkers would smack him on the back with a big grin. ‘He’ll make a fine young man, strong too.’ 

None of the kids in his class said that. It was around the time everyone was gaining consciousness. Which was really bad news for Cameron. He looked different than everyone, he talked differently too. Courtesy of his old man. 

Most ignored him, some stared in confusion or concern. However the isolation was the best part, sometimes he was met with a challenge. Someone didn’t like him because he was different. It scared them. People do stupid things when they’re scared. ‘What are you looking at?’ He remembered the first time a kid a year above him had asked him that. 

Nine years in the future he was hearing those words again. On a Tuesday night in an un-crowded bar, just ten minutes from base. Except they didn’t come from a scrawny boy with braces. It came from a man who stood level with his neck, glaring up into his eyes. 

Technically, Cameron shouldn’t have been there at all. He was only nineteen after all, far from the legal drinking age. He definitely looked the part however, and nobody ever died from a sip. Not really at least. Now he was wondering otherwise. 

“What are you looking at, punk?” The man asked again. Apparently from his quiet position on the uncomfortable bar stools, he had let his sight wander onto the agitated figure. It wasn’t anything personal, he had just been in his thoughts for a spell. Just staring without a word, indignation present on his features. He was paying attention now, and what was looking at him wasn’t really pretty. The man had to be older than him by just a few years, but he looked worse off. When he spoke his teeth barred, they were almost rotten. He had a bad haircut, too. Both on his head and his face. It looked like he had done it piss-drunk. Given the way he was talking, maybe he had. 

“Nothing really.” Cameron shrugged. Bad move. 

“Wrong answer.” 

And it had been, just not for Cameron. Two figures behind the grotesque man stood up. Their stools scraped loudly against the wooden flooring. The noise alerted the other people in the room. The bartender, two women in their forties in a corner booth, an elderly man, and two more men. The two men were seated near the door, and only one of them reacted past the initial concerned glance. He stood up, joined the three forms in front of Cameron. They looked like a real gnarly group. The part was definitely played well. Growing beards, deep nicks in their skin. There was some hardened muscle he saw peaking through their relatively worn clothes. 

He weighed his options, placed his drink down and swiveled in his seat. “How so?” 

There was no teasing tone to his voice, nothing that could have been taken as anything but just a question. The men didn’t see it that way. It was a challenge. The first guy snarled, like a wild hog. 

“Cause there’s four of us and one of you.” 

Cameron paused for a moment. Technically, the guy was doing everything right. There were four men standing together, and on the outside they looked like a real United force. But that was often a pipe dream. A fantasy thought up to dispel the action before it even happened. Some of the time it worked, most of the time it didn’t. Once the big guy went down, a good portion would get cold feet. In any group, from three to a thousand men. Someone always tried to worm themselves out. 

“Are you sure about this?” Cameron asked, he was beginning to stand now. Not to fight, not just yet.  

The guy opened his mouth to say something, his fist had begun to raise. But he never got the chance to speak, as his lips parted, Cameron’s hand shot forward. The cigarette punch was something he had seen his dad perform before, even in the comforts of his own home. It gets it’s name from the action. You offer a guy a cigarette, and when he goes to open his mouth you bust him in the jaw. 

Except Cameron’s hands were large, and the guy’s mouth was small. He had accomplished his goal of knocking some of his teeth loose (if not, out completely), but he had also hit his nose pretty hard. Which could have been a bad thing. It was an easy way to kill a man. He got a decent look at him from his position on the floor. His hands were starting to cup his face and he was turning white. 

“You should help your buddy out. He needs it.” 

Two men looked at each other, and then down at the first guy. The second in command, he had guessed, rushed towards him with a fiery expression. It was a futile attempt. He didn’t try punching Cameron, which in itself was smart. But he had attacked him all the same, which wasn’t. 

He barreled forward with his arms outstretched, trying to pile drive him into the back wall. His shoulder hit Cameron’s gut harshly, but he only slid a few inches backwards. The taller of the two just stared down at the pathetic attempt. He huffed a little, then promptly locked his arms around the guy’s own waist. He mimicked his movements, but he wasn’t trying to push this guy. 

Instead he lifted him up, and slung him over his shoulder. It was a mostly effortless movement, if not for the weak kicks and punches in attempt to free himself. He wanted to be let down? Fine. He launched the guy over his back. He heard the thud against the ground first, then he spun on his heel and kicked the guy square in his chest before he could try and stand again. 

He would be surprised if he walked away without a few broken ribs. Two down. The math was working in his favor. 

Cameron’s dad’s lessons hadn’t all been awful. He always spoke about getting the first hit in. Usually the advice went better for smaller fighters. They had to get the first hit in. If they didn’t, there was a fifty percent chance they wouldn’t get any in. They’d be dead on the floor before the thought could cross their mind. Cameron never needed that, he was a big guy. He withstood a lot. 

But he had a pretty big ego too. So he always liked getting the first hit in, if he had to. Which meant he didn’t wait around for one to get him. He watched the remaining guy’s reactions. One dropped to the floor, the other stared at him like mad. 

See, someone always gave in. A smile graced his tight jaw. He took two big steps forward, two steps and he was standing inches from the last fighter. He, too, tried to raise his fist to punch up at Cameron. But their height difference meant he was swinging like a baseball bat. All it took was a calm side step, and the man’s punch made contact with the air. He had put so much energy into the movement that the follow through left him stumbling over himself. 

Then he was falling. 

Cameron watched the movement, almost like it was in slow motion. He thought yet again, then decided there would be consequences if he let himself wind up another punch. So instead he twisted, and brought his forearm forward. It was a heavy blow to the side of the guy’s temple, and it stalled his falling trajectory. He stumbled again, then the pain set in and he hit the floor like a ton of bricks. 

His arm hurt, a lot more than a punch would have. He went out of his way to not give the guy permanent brain damage. He was doing him a favor. Cameron sneered, and rubbed his arm softly. It would probably bruise in the morning. But it wasn’t broken, so he didn’t mind all too much. 

There was silence, nobody said a thing. Nobody even moved. His head turned to the guy at the bar. He continued to massage his limb. “You see anything?” Cameron asked, raising a brow. 

The bartender didn’t look as shocked as the other patrons did. He just shrugged, tossed a towel over his shoulder. “Nothing.” 

“Not a thing.” He said again, this time louder. Not for Cameron’s sake, but for the women trembling in the corner. They got the hint, nodded towards Cameron. He felt a little bad, making them scared. But it was for his own good. He just sent three guys to the hospital, he didn’t need to be paying their bills too. 

He didn’t get the chance to ask the question to the fourth guy, he was clutching the first guy and shaking him awake. When he noticed his stare he seemed to shrink even more. “Nothing!” He called from the floor, his hands shaking. He looked like a terrified dog. 

“Really, nothing.” Cameron spoke with a grin, directed at the group. 

With his final words, he turned to the exit, but not before placing two twenty dollar bills on the counter. It wasn’t a lot, but then again nothing had been broken. Nothing that the bartender should have cared about anyways. He heard a dial tone, and the frantic words being pushed out to the operators on the other line.  

He had half a mind to turn around and watch the conversation. Then he heard a string of words that made him smile yet again. ‘It was some crazy accident. I don’t know how it happened.’ 

He didn’t need to stick around, he was sure the guy had enough sense to keep up with the lie. Cameron made it to the door and opened it with a shove. The cool evening air hit him. 

Then, without much thought to it, he turned his gaze in the direction of base and started walking.

I'm realizing how long this post is so I'll make a part two </3!

[i-love-you-all]

Whumptober Day 3: Hair’s Breadth from Death

Raze disappeared, and has now reappeared in the clutches of an old enemy. One that Brimstone has only recently learned to be wary of.

It works as a continuation to Rumours of My Death Have Been Greatly Exaggerated.

~1.5k words. Ransom, drugged, description of gore

There were nights where Brimstone woke up and realized that he still had nightmares about the Core. It felt like it haunted him. If he could, he would take the damn rock and toss it into the ocean himself. But it was worth billions of dollars, and apparently, hundreds of lives, and so no one would ever think of just throwing it away. That was the corporate greed that he was used to from Kingdom. If he could, he would just get rid of it one way or another. But he didn’t need another target on his back.

Still, if the desire for the core was a gun, his compliance to keep it hidden didn’t shut it down. It just pointed at others. Just a few months ago, Killjoy was the first caught in the crossfire, and he couldn’t do anything other than pray that she’d be ok by the time he got there. And he saw how it affected others. He saw the wariness in Breach’s eyes, the closest to fear Brimstone had ever seen in the Swede. That was just from the name itself. And well, a name was all it took to ruin Breach’s life for a couple years. A name. Ridiculous.

His hands drew over the case and let out a defeated sigh. It always felt the same. Smooth, a few ridges closer to the top, and humming with a power unlike any battery or generator Brimstone had seen or held before.

How could one stone, no larger than an inch in diameter be worth so much pain?

It wasn’t.

That was the simplest answer he could think of. It simply wasn’t worth everything he had seen.

It wasn’t worth the blood on the walls. The organs of a man strewn around a plastic covered room while he tried to breathe, brain trapped in a ruined body. The pain and blood loss would’ve killed a person in normal circumstances, but with a gas that was pumped in through a ventilation system, the autopsy mentioned that he may have been alive for up to two minutes after he had been left for dead. He didn’t even have the real Core. No, he died in the cruellest way possible for a copy. One of many that was spread around the world to split attention off from the real one.

Brimstone didn’t even know if he held the actual artifact, or if he too had a replica. He saw the row of ten. Each hummed with a hidden energy that could’ve been the real one. And all of them, him and the other nine guardians, stepped up with him to take the stone placed in front of him. Between them, they didn’t even know. It was one last security measure. But a decade had passed now, and Brimstone counted the deaths. There was only one left. And it was only him that still stood.

He made sure that the case was locked then brought it to an empty room where Breach and Killjoy sat nervously across from one another. It was strange. Under normal circumstances, Breach would be struggling to reign in his annoyance with Killjoy, but they had identical looks on their faces now. In a dark corner, Cypher had a laptop connected to the wall through multiple wires.

“We all good?”

“All good from me.” The information broker answered, taking a pause from playing with a trip between his fingers to start up the system. “Now, we wait.”

He looked over Breach and Killjoy, both of whom looked at him as he walked in with the suitcase.

“You had it this entire time?” Breach’s voice dripped with disgust, and for once, Brimstone found him agreeing wholeheartedly.

It was an accusation in addition to the question itself. Breach also knew firsthand just how far some people would go just to learn anything about this one artifact. Even Killjoy seemed wary of him. She was the collateral the last time someone came at him for this.

“Yeah. I didn’t know until today. But if they want it, they can have it.”

“We’re connecting, cut the chatter,” Cypher interrupted them.

Brimstone kept a straight face as he looked at the incoming video.

Raze had never looked so wilted. There was no chaos, no noise. And from her, that was a better indicator of how she was. Her hands were tied behind her as she sat on a thin metal chair. As the light trickled in, her head lifted, weak, perhaps a little disoriented. Then, from the darkness behind her, a hand slid around her throat and forced her head up a little higher so Brimstone could look her in the eye.

“I see the suitcase. Is that where you kept it all these years?”

The thin, scratchy voice filled the room and each of the agents in the room watching the video feed had a different reaction. He saw Breach square up, as if he could punch the kidnapper through the video screen. He saw Killjoy shrink as she remembered the voice and all that came with it. Then he saw Cypher who was just curious. He wasn’t new to this sort of scenario, but the visceral reactions of the other two must’ve caught his eye. And as for Brimstone himself, he felt a heavy resignation because he saw the plans and the schematics that this man had worked out. This was no random act. This man wanted a power that could possibly tear the world in half. Not that he’d care.

“Well? We have a virtual guest. Won’t you say something? You do recognize them, don’t you?”

Raze’s eyes narrowed, and her brows furrowed as she tried to focus on what was in front of her.

“Raze?” Brimstone called out. He wanted to hear her voice, get a sense that she was real, and that this wasn’t another elaborate trick. “Can you say something?”

“Uh…” She was still out of it. Brimstone didn’t need a doctor to tell him that.

The man gripped her jaw again and he saw her flinch. “That’s your captain, isn’t it? Not polite to ignore a question.”

“I’m… I’m fine, Brimstone.”

“See, I’ve treated her well… enough.”

Breach stood up fast enough to send his chair flying which startled Killjoy into a small gasp. Brimstone froze as he saw the kidnapper tense, surely a sign that he noticed the sounds. Breach struggled to keep his mouth shut, and Killjoy covered her mouth with her hand, but it was over. The other agents had given themselves away. Now they just had to pray that he wouldn’t take that as an insult and punish Raze for it.

“An audience? I don’t like surprises… but I think I recognize them. They know me at least.” As he spoke, he tapped his fiver along Raze’s jaw as if he were thinking and tapping his own jaw. Raze didn’t even move. No response. “Well now your soldiers – sorry, you call them agents, no? Well, they can hear about the very fair terms I’ve laid out.”

Killjoy caught his attention as she pointed to her phone screen with one simple word on it. Stall.

“Will you actually be meeting me face to face instead of slinking around the shadows like some coward?”

“Hah,” the scoff came sharp, and loud enough to almost startle Brimstone. “I’m not foolish or arrogant enough to willingly walk into a trap. You’ll meet at the coordinates I sent. You will hand over the case. And once the transfer is confirmed, then you’ll get your agent at the other agreed on location.”

“Why do you want it?” Brimstone let his eyes float to both sides of the table, trying to see if either Breach or Killjoy had a follow up.

“Talkative, aren’t you? But you’ve owned the relic for so long that I suppose you deserve a prize.”

“You can’t have her back.”

He saw the hand tense. Without even seeing his face, he knew he struck a nerve. “If I need to kill I will, and I have. If I need to tear this world apart, I will. And if this world falls apart like crumbling sand, then I’ll just move on to the next.”

Killjoy’s phone went up again. More time.

“You’re a genius, and you’re dedicated. If you joined us—”

A peel of laughter cut him off. Like a hyena toying with its food.

“Each agency I have come across has asked me the same. And they are all very useful but outgrow that use very quickly. And yet I turn around and I have more begging me to join them. Unfortunately for you, I’ve long outgrown the need for an organization like yours.”

Brimstone was going to add something else, but then Raze burst in.

“Brimstone! Don’t give him the stupid rock!”

After staying practically comatose for the entire conversation Raze had leapt up in her chair. Her hands were still tied, and the man kept the chair to the ground, but she had a burst of energy that reminded Brimstone of who she was, and not what he turned her into.

“It’s not worth it! Just blow this place—”

“Enough out of you!”

Everyone froze, and if Brimstone didn’t know better, he would’ve said that the temperature in the room dropped. A dark barrel of a pistol pressed up against Raze’s forehead, and his hand was clapped over her nose and mouth again.

“Say goodbye.”

The feed cut, bathing all agents in the headquarters in a darkness that brought the question that no one wanted to ask.

[angeldarkrose]

God I gave you SO MANY CHANCES. SO MANY. I left the first time because I didn’t feel loved or anything. I was blamed as the bad guy because I hid behind a 1980 to save myself from what you were and what I went through. I felt alone when I was supposed to have you. A year later I come back to see if maybe that year of time gave you time to reevaluate what happened. It went well, so fucking well for two weeks. When you were busy you put in the time to call for a few minutes but that’s Saturday. You change completely back to your old self, when I tell you that I’m not OK I don’t want you to try to help and tell me that you understand because you’re moving stress with the same thing as my PTSD when they are not even the same thing. I don’t need to be told that I live in the past too much or that I’m doing it to myself knowing damn well I have a disorder that I cannot help sometimes I don’t need you to leave me on delivered or read for nine hours just to tell me that your service wasn’t working when you’ve been on video games all day I don’t need you to tell me the one minute that people are not gonna want to go on my account because of my writing but because of what I look like. The people don’t care for my writing they just want me. I don’t need you to tell me that writing on Tumblr isn’t gonna get me nowhere in life. I don’t need you to tell me that writing is more important than a mental health one minute and then the next tell me that you’re proud of me for writing, I don’t need my effort to be compared to yours. So I backed off instead of blocking you. You always said that you’re the one left behind then reality it’s me he’s been left behind and I was tired of it so I walked away so here I am being left behind again by you, I’m ghosting instead of walking away I found someone who tells me morning day and night at the end of proud of me. Someone who will stay up all night and be active to talk to me in case anything someone who helps me do the times and not just tell me that I’m making myself do this, I found someone who I genuinely thinks adores me. do you know what you don’t get to be mad about it or upset about it or fight me about it because if you truly honestly cared and loved me like you said you would, I would not feel so unloved and so on cared for. I may have told you my Tumblr, but that was my safe space you turned into jokes You can’t just treat me like shit and expect me to still be with you after all this time 

[motownfiction]

sentinel

Daniel only sleeps well in alternating years. In 2003, he barely slept at all; in 2004, he slept all night, every night, not even waking at the sound of Sadie putting dishes away in the kitchen right below their bedroom. And so it goes for ten years. Sleep one year, stay up all year the next. It’s October of 2013, and Daniel isn’t sleeping.

This year, it’s because of Rosemary – his middle child, his only daughter, the sweetest girl ever to walk the earth, as far as Daniel is concerned. She’s in her first year at Michigan, living at home just like her folks did when they were young, and she has one class from six to nine at night. Introduction to Literature. She’s going to be an English major. Sadie and Daniel begged her to sign up for a different section, but she wouldn’t budge. This one was taught by one of Lucy’s old colleagues, an up-and-comer, and she thought Rose would be better off there. At Sunday night dinners, Rosemary says she’s going to be an English major just like her grandmother, but it’s at least halfway bullshit. Everybody knows it’s mostly because of Lucy, her cool godmother in a leather jacket who bought her a copy of Doctor Faustus for her twelfth birthday. Daniel smiles at the memory. Rosemary, ever the sweetheart, has always wanted to be cool. She’s a lot like him in that way.

He offers to drive her to and from the class on Wednesday nights, but she won’t have it. She’s almost nineteen now, a fully fledged college student, and she wants to do everything herself. In that way, she’s a lot more like Sadie. Daniel shudders when he thinks of her walking through the parking lot at night. He remembers those sidewalks as pretty tame, but it’s different when it’s your kid walking down them all alone. It’s always different when it’s your kid.

It’s the fifth week of school, and Rosemary’s yet to have any problems on the way to or from school at night. She calls home on her way to her car and listens to Neon Trees a little too loudly, but she’s OK. Doesn’t mean Daniel can sleep or even relax until she walks through the door. Every Wednesday at 9:23, like clockwork, Rosemary walks through the door. Tonight’s no different, except for the way Daniel’s got a bowl of strawberry cheesecake ice cream waiting for her (and a rerun of Parks and Recreation on the TV). She puts her backpack on the floor and grins as she picks up a spoon.

“You didn’t have to wait up for me at all,” she says as she scoops the ice cream into her mouth. “And you really didn’t have to do all this.”

Daniel shrugs.

“I know,” he says. “But I wanted to. Nothing worse than coming home to an empty house, you know?”

Rosemary nods, even though she doesn’t know. Daniel’s made damn sure of it. The truth is that he’s played the role of a sentinel almost every night since he was nine. First, there was his father, the unlucky gambler, who strolled back into the house at any hour of the night. Second, there was his mother, who sometimes pulled late hours at her second job, cleaning up around chain restaurants in the neighboring suburbs. Third, his little sister, who stayed out having fun; fourth, Sadie, after Sam died, when she went on long drives filled with grief and recklessness. Now, it’s all about the kids. Doesn’t matter how good and responsible they are (and they are). Daniel’s never going to stop looking after them. It’s always been his job.

And dammit, in the end, he’s almost proud.

(part of @nosebleedclub october challenge -- day v!)

[taestefully-in-luv]

Always You | JJK (Eight-Part 2)

Summary: you and Jungkook have been best friends since freshmen year of college, there’s a lot of unsaid feelings and tension but neither make a move. what happens when his friend Taehyung (also your crush) needs a fake girlfriend?

Pairing: Jungkook x Female reader

Genre: friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, slight slow burn, roommate au, college au, SMUT (starting ch2), fluff, angst (in later chapters) slight crack, lots of drama

Word Count: 20.5k

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol consumption, sexual tension (!!!), mentions of sex, oc struggles with her future, mentions of vibrator, mentions of cum eating, dirty talk, vaginal fingering, oral (female receiving), masturbation, swallowing

Notes: woooaahh we got only one chapter left guys! Hope you guys enjoy this chapter:) feel free to send an ask if you want to be added to the taglist or just want to chat about the story:) I LOVE talking with ya’ll!

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Previous

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November

It shouldn’t be this hard. Figuring out your entire future as a human being should not be this fucking hard, but it is. It’s not that you mind making cookies, or that you look down on yourself for it but it’s not what you want to do forever. Actually, you aren’t sure you want to do anything forever. You wish you could just travel, and that’s how you live life.

“What’s on your mind?” Jungkook asks from besides you. You two are at your favorite coffee stop, Jungkook is working on his laptop for work and you are journaling in your cute pink notebook.

“What do you mean?”

“I can tell something is bothering you…” Jungkook closes his laptop and gives you his full attention.

“It’s nothing.” You say nonchalantly.

“I’m all ears baby.”

“Okay…” you set your pen down and look into Jungkook’s eyes.

“I’m struggling with what I want to do.”

“About what?”

“I don’t know, my whole fucking future. I don’t know what it is I want!” your head falls into your hands, “I hate marketing.”

“Wait, what? You hate…what you got a degree in?”

“I kind of told you before…I only got a degree in it because I knew I would be able to find a job in the field. But that’s not exactly going as planned.”

Jungkook bites down on his lips as he watches you, you look lost and confused and frustrated. It makes his heart hurt.

“How long have you been feeling this way?”

“Forever but it only got worse after graduation.”

“And you didn’t tell me?”

“No offense Jungkook but you kind of stopped talking to me for three of those months.” You snap at him and he winces, “Sorry…” you shake your head, “I’m just irritated right now.”

“How can I help?”

“You can’t.” you groan, “No one can help me. I’m fucked.”

“y/n that’s not true.”

“What do you want in life? What makes you happy?”

“I don’t know, Jungkook. That’s a part of my problem, I don’t fucking know.”

“We’ll figure it out.” He reaches his hands over the table to hold on to yours.

“Easy for you say,” you snap again, “You are living your dream. The film company you interned for during college hired you on as a permanent employee.” You complain.

“Doesn’t mean I don’t feel for you y/n.”

“Right, we can feel bad for me but you don’t get what I’m going through.”

Jungkook winces again at the sharp stab of your words, “I’m trying to understand though.”

“Forget it.”

“No. y/n, I want to help.”

“Maybe I need to go home.”

“Huh?” Jungkook’s hold tightens on your hand. “Go home?”

“Just for a visit. I miss my parents, I think. They may be able to help.”

“For how long?”

“Just for a few days, nothing crazy. Don’t worry, you won’t miss me too much.”

“I always miss you.”

You laugh at Jungkook’s pouting face. He looks so cute.

“Why don’t…why don’t you come with me?” You try asking. “You have weekends off, right? We can go next weekend?”

“Wait,” Jungkook looks at you with his bunny grin. “You want me to come? And meet your parents?”

“Isn’t it a little weird, you’re my best friend but they’ve only ever heard about you. So yes, you can come and meet my parents.”

“Are you sure?” his grin widens. “You really want me to go? For a whole weekend?”

“I mean, as long as Vanessa is okay with it…”

“I’ll talk to her about it,” Jungkook smile fades just the slightest. “But I am sure it will be fine.”

“My mom thinks you’re very handsome.”

“Your mom is on to something.” He jokes.

“My parents are a little protective over me…just a warning. And they might tease us…only because you’re a boy!”

“Tease us how?”

“Oh come on, you know how it is…I bring a boy home…blah blah blah.”

Realization hits Jungkook as he sips on his coffee and he starts laughing.

“Like, they’ll want me to be your boyfriend?”

“Something like that.”

You and Jungkook share a look that you don’t really know what it could mean but you tear your eyes away from him and pick up your pen again.

“We can decide on the details later, talk to Vanessa first.”

“Got it.”

~~~~~

“Teaching nine year old’s is easier than teaching you.” Jimin says out of breath, his hands on his hips. “How do you not get this? Move your left foot here then your hands go…” he tries reteaching you the steps, “No, not there.” He groans out.

“Jimin, it’s hard! Use someone else at your test subject!”

“Jungkook is busy with what’s her face, Trina and Holly are doing god knows what, so tonight you are all I’ve got.”

“Thanks, I’m flattered. Also, you literally have a million friends.” You point out.

“But you’re my favorite.” He winks at you, he runs a hand through his hair and he sighs out again. “Let’s take a break.”

“Sounds good to me.” You chirp happily. “So, did Jungkook tell you he might be coming with me to my parents this weekend?”

“He what now?” Jimin gives you a concerned look, “Babe…”

“What?”

“Actually,” Jimin allows a smirk to play on his lips, “I like this idea, maybe it will get you guys one step closer to getting together.” He shrugs.

“That’s—that’s not the point. I’m going because I miss home and honestly it would be nice to have Jungkook there but also he’s never met them!”

“Yeah, that’s weird.”

“But I told him to get the ‘ok’ from Vanessa.”

“You’re so respectful. I could never.”

You two plop down onto Jimin’s sofa, a water bottle in hand as you gulp it down. The fresh liquid making you feel revived again. It’s been a couple days since you saw Jungkook, you asked to hang out tonight but he already had plans with Vanessa. You try so hard not to be hurt by that because why would you? What were you expecting? For him to cancel his plans with her and run off into the sunset with you? Yes, you silently think to yourself.

“What made you want to go home anyway?” Jimin asks, tilting his head to get a good look at you.

“Quarter life crisis, no biggie.”

“Makes sense.” Jimin stretches his arms out over his head and yawns. “What’s the crisis?”

“All my friends are passionate about what they do and here I am.”

“Babe, don’t compare yourself to others…I hate when you do that. Also, I’m not sure my passion is teaching clumsy nine year old’s how to do a simple dance move.” Jimin huffs out, “I wish I was the one on stage…”

“Jimin…sorry, I know this isn’t really what you wanted…”

“It’s okay…the kids are cute, I guess. And they’re faster learners compared to you.”

“Hey!” you fuss, “These kids are in advanced classes, okay?”

“Babe, this is for beginners.”

“Whatever.”

“So, marketing ain’t it huh?” Jimin asks and you nod your head, “I could of told you that five minutes after I met you.”

“Maybe you should of.”

“But you already knew it wasn’t for you though…why did you keep at it?”

“I don’t know anymore.” You whine, “I wish I could just do something a little meaningful then have enough money to travel!”

“Why don’t you teach English abroad?” Jimin turns on his side to face you, “You get to travel and do something meaningful.”

Your head tilts to the side as you process his words, was that kind of a good idea?

“Hm…” you bite on your lip. “That’s—that’s not a bad idea actually.”

“But you would leave us all behind, you get that, right?” Jimin chuckles, “Not sure Jungkook would let you leave.”

“It’s a lot to process and think about, but it’s a cool option.” You admit, stretching your arms out in front of you, “Shit, that dance was a work out!”

“You barely did anything though…”

“I did enough to make me feel this soreness creeping in.” you defend yourself quickly, “So, do you think Vanessa will give Jungkook the ‘ok’ to come with me?”

“I don’t see why not, she doesn’t seem like the controlling type, right?”

“Not really…she’s kind of odd. I’m trying so hard to understand her but she makes it kind of difficult.”

“Didn’t you say she didn’t want to interact with any of us at JK’s party because she’s only there for him?”

“Yup.”

“Damn, I don’t know if I should be mad at that or like, salute her for it.”

You start laughing and Jimin joins you but tells you he’s serious, you just keep laughing and nod your head.

“I kind of get that.” You giggle. “I want to ask Jungkook if she has some sort of social anxiety, it’s the only thing I can come up with on why she’s so…her.”

“Why don’t you?” Jimin asks, and he’s right, why don’t you? You’re just afraid of offending him about her and you don’t want to deal with that…

“I don’t know.”

“Just because you’re trying to be cool about everything doesn’t mean you have to try and be friends with her…it doesn’t seem like she wants to make any friends with any of us, so don’t try to push it.” Jimin advices and you hate that maybe he’s right.

“I know but…”

“No but’s!” Jimin cuts in, “The only butt that matters is mine.” He says giving his ass a little spank. You chuckle and hit his arm and shake your head at him.

“Fine.”

“So, what would you do if Jungkook confessed his feelings to you?”

You lift your head to face Jimin, your eyes filled with surprise. You close them and shake your head a little bit and try to form some words very pathetically.

“W-What? W-Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why are you asking that?”

“Just curious…” Jimin sucks in his thick bottom lip and pouts.

“I would…I don’t know what I would do.” You respond honestly. Jimin rolls his eyes and stands from the couch and places his hands on his hips.

“You would return his feelings wouldn’t you? Jump in his arms? Kiss him?”

“Jimin…” your tone warns him to chill out, “I would be shocked probably. But if he was serious…of course, I would do all those things…” you finish shyly.

“Perfect. Now just tell him all of that.”

“Jimin…”

“You have til the end of the year.” Jimin states confidently, “then I am forcing you two in a room, revealing everything and making you talk.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Mark my fucking words bish.”

Dude…Jimin sounds and looks fucking serious.

“Jimin seriously, don’t do that. Don’t put me on the spot like that.”

Jimin plugs his ear holes with his pointer fingers and starts singing a beautiful ‘lalala’ and proceeds to ignore you as you try to get his attention.

“Jimin, seriously!”

“y/n.” he takes his fingers out and becomes more serious, “I said mark my fucking words.”

~~~~~~

Jungkook and Vanessa lazily lay on her bed, his arm draped across her waist while she plays some music game on her phone.

“I’m sorry again.” Jungkook whispers out, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me…”

“It’s okay.” Vanessa says softly, “You just aren’t in the mood tonight, and that’s okay.” She continues to look at her phone, her fingers going at it on her game.

“Maybe we can try again la—”

“My Jungkookie just doesn’t want me tonight.”

“Vanessa…don’t say it like that.”

She lifts her head up to smile at him, it’s one of those coy, secretive smiles and Jungkook feels worse.

“So about this weekend, you’re wanting to go with y/n to her parent’s house?”

“I don’t have to go, I know we had plans on Saturday.”

“No, no. Don’t be silly, I don’t mind.” She says smoothly, “It sounds like a good idea.”

“Good idea how?”

“Oh nothing.” She says, going back to her game. “You should go.”

“Okay, I’ll let her know…” Jungkook pulls out his phone to send you a text. You text back within seconds sending him the thumbs up emoji. He feels his entire chest go warm at the thought of going with you this weekend.

He’s never met a girl’s parents, not like this. Not with someone that means as much to him as you do. So he feels as nervous as he does excited. He wants to look his best, he wants to present himself maturely. What does that even mean? Not even Jungkook knows but he thinks it makes sense.

“I can go down on you Vanessa…” Jungkook offers, still feeling guilty.

“No need, I’m not really in the mood either.” She says nonchalantly, too focused on her game at hand.

He has vowed that he won’t think of you while being with Vanessa and usually that would be no problem but tonight…he couldn’t get in the mood at all. All he wanted to do was think about you.

Sex with you…is just different. It feels so fucking good on all levels physical but also all levels emotional. He knows exactly what it feels like to have his cock between your lips and down your throat, he knows exactly what it feels like to fondle your breasts and suck on them too. He knows exactly what you taste like, and god, it is his favorite flavor. He knows exactly how you sound when you’re being fucking pounded and exactly how you sound when you come.

“Is this okay?” Jungkook keeps asking you, his fingers bunching up your hair and you nod pathetically.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to kiss you? Since I fucking met you.” He admits, his fingers traveling down to your panties, he pushes them aside as he dips a finger into your wet hole. You moan out, your moan loud and high pitched and Jungkook can’t help but smirk.

“Please…”

“Please what?”

“Another finger.” You practically fucking beg, and Jungkook complies quite easily. He slips another finger into your greedy fucking pussy and you yelp. He moves his fingers inside you so fucking expertly, making your toes curl.

“You make me feel so good.” You whimper out.

Jungkook can’t help but reach down and rub his aching cock through his briefs, he wants to feel good too. He is absolutely aching for you, wanting to be touched by you so badly.

“Stop touching yourself” you command and Jungkook being the good boy he is, listens.

“Make me come, Jungkook.” And once again, he complies. He makes you come all over his fingers and then he makes you come again on his tongue and then for a third time, he makes you come on his tongue again making you feel fucking spent.

“Lay on your back.” You order and his eyes go wide with excitement. You lay down next to him and your fingers very delicately dance across his lower stomach. He sighs out heavily, releasing long breaths one after the other. Your fingers reach the waist band of his briefs and you begin to slowly drag them down. His cock springs free and your mouth waters at the sight. There’s no way he is this blessed. He’s so incredibly long and thick, the head of his cock swollen and leaking with precum.

“You wanted to touch yourself right?” you tease. “Now’s your chance.”

“W-What?”

“I want you to touch yourself, Jungkook. You can use my juices as lube,” you say, spreading your legs, your own cum sticky against your inner thighs.

Jungkook’s doe eyes turn sharp as he stares at you and he whimpers. Fucking whimpers. He is quick to gather your juices in his hand and start jacking himself off. He holds on to his cock tightly, rubbing it viciously.

“Ah. Ah.” He groans out, his eyes never leaving yours as he touches himself.

“Such a good boy, Jungkook. God, can you imagine if this gorgeous cock was in my mouth right now?” you whisper in his ear.

“Can you imagine my pretty pink lips wrapped around you, my head bobbing up and down? Can you hear me choke? Choke on this pretty cock?”

“So close, y/n. please don’t stop.”

“You’re not allowed to come yet. Can you imagine fucking me, Jungkook?

“God, yes, yes, yes.”

“Can you imagine thrusting into my pussy? My walls getting tight around your cock? Making us both come?”

“Fuck, y/n. I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come.”

You raise yourself, leaning away from his ear and smirk down at him.

“Since you were so good for me, I’ll reward you. I’ll let you come. And I’ll let you come down my throat.”

You move until you’re on top of him, you lean down until you’re replacing his hand with your mouth. He groans out loudly when he feels his cock enter your warm mouth and you moan into the feeling.

“Fuuuuuck.”

And Jungkook is coming so fucking hard, he doesn’t think he has ever come this hard before. He shoots his cum down your throat and you swallow it all, not even a drop left behind on your lips.

You rise from his cock and smile down at him and he lifts himself up and his lips crash into yours.

Jungkook pulls away for a moment, his eyes dark and his voice low,

“Now I am going to fuck you.”

“Since I’ll be gone this weekend, should we go on a date tomorrow night?”

Vanessa pauses her game and looks straight ahead, she zones out for a few seconds before she’s quietly clearing her throat and looking Jungkook’s way.

“No…I have plans, sorry.”

“Plans?”

“Yes, plans.” The ‘s’ leaves her lips sounding so silky. “You should find something else to do.” Then vanessa exits her game to send a quick text to someone. After a minute or two passes she’s looking at him again.

“y/n’s free tomorrow night, you should just hang with her.”

Jungkook pushes his head back in disbelief, did…

“Did you text y/n…for me?”

“Yes.” Vanessa looks at him, her small eyes going wide, “I was just trying to find you something to do.”

Jungkook stares at her in shock and then bursts out into laughter.

“Sorry, sorry. I just…never thought you would do something like that but somehow it feels on brand.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Her innocent voice making Jungkook smile.

“Nothing, nothing.”

“Okay, I’ll send her a text…”

Jungkook 10:13pm

So, I hear youre free tmrw night lol

y/n 10:13pm

you hear right lmaaoo

Jungkook 10:14pm

Should we do something?

y/n 10:14pm

I think Jin says he’s having a small cookout at his place, should we go?

Jungkook 10:15pm

Sounds good, I’ll drive. Pick you up at 6?

y/n 10:16pm

yay! Yeah 6 works for me. :)

Jungkook slides his phone into his pocket and looks at Vanessa with a confused expression…

“Why do you want me to hang with y/n?”

“She’s your best friend.” She responds easily. “Plus, since I am busy I feel bad to leave you hanging.”

“You’re not seeing him…right?”

“It doesn’t matter who I am seeing.” She opens the music game app again and starts focusing on beating her last score.

Jungkook sighs out in defeat, sometimes talking to Vanessa gets him nowhere. He pulls out his phone again and checks the time.

“Maybe I should head home…” He begins to say, “I’ll text you throughout the weekend and I’ll see you after.”

“Don’t be rude and be on your phone while you’re in her parents company.” Jungkook scoffs, that’s super rich coming from her.

“Okay, I won’t text so much, but I will see you after the weekend okay?”

“Sure.” She uses one hand to wave him off but he still leans over to kiss her cheek.

~~~~~

You still can’t get over just how huge Jin’s house is! You are currently lost trying to find the bathroom again. You open up a door to a bedroom and get reminded of the night you were with Tae. It’s the same room. Wow, that feels like a lifetime ago.

You continue strolling down the hall until you come to the last door—the bathroom.

You use it quickly and head back outside to join the rest of your friends. Jin saved a seat for you next to him and you can’t help but smile.

“Jungkook says you two are heading to your parents this weekend!” Jin exclaims excitedly.

“I wanna meet your parents too!” Hobi whines, “I am great with parents!”

“I’m sure you two will have a lovely time.” Namjoon joins the conversation.

“By the way y/n…” Jin looks awkwardly to the side, “I invited Tae, I know you two are broken up…”

“Oh no, it’s okay. We’re friends.”

At this, Jungkook ears perk up, “Friends? Since when?”

“It just happened like that.” You shrug.

Jin claps his hands together, “Perfect. And then Jimin should be here by now, let me call him.”

Jin takes out his phone and dials for Jimin.

“So, you two are friends now?” Jungkook pries, “Since when?”

“Since a little while ago. You should think about chilling out too.”

“Pshh.”

“Jimin is arriving, let me go let him in, I’ll be right back.” Jin says, standing from his chair.

“So y/n, how’s the job hunting going?” Namjoon asks, his leg crossed over the other as he leans forward to give you his full attention.

“Umm…” you bite your lip, Jungkook goes rigid at his question…knowing this is uncomfortable for you.

“it’s sort of on pause,” you admit, “Yeah, on pause.”

“Oh thank god!” Namjoon laughs, “I thought I was the only one!”

“I told you, you weren’t.” Hobi laughs too, patting Namjoon on the back.

“You too?” you asks, sighing out in relief. “It’s annoying, isn’t it?” you also laugh.

Jungkook visibly relaxes as he watches you chilling and having a good time.

“Look who else is here!” Jin comes back with Jimin, and behind Jimin is Taehyung and also…Yoongi?

“Yoongs?” you give him a confused look before breaking out into a smile.

“Hey everyone, nice to see you all again.” Yoongi gives everyone his gummy smile and a small wave of the hand.

“Yoongi!” Hobi yells out, “I’m so glad Tae brought you!”

You remember them two hitting it off at Jungkook’s birthday party, so you nod in approval.

“Hi Tae, hi Jimin.”

“Hello beautiful.” Jimin comes to you, leans down and hugs you. Taehyung waves at you excitedly.

“Hi Jungkook.” Taehyung offers a greeting quite awkwardly but Jungkook nods his head and smiles,

“Hey man.”

You tilt your head to look at Jungkook, surprise written all over your face as you smile wide at him.

“The gangs all here!” Jin yells out, the happiness evident in his voice. “Let’s start cooking!”

The evening sun is your favorite, the way it sets the sky on fire with its beautiful rays of gold. It gets really chilly, especially at night since it is the middle of November. You stand next to the pool in the backyard when you feel a jacket get draped over your shoulders.

“Hi Jungkook.” You say without looking who it is, somehow you just know.

“Whatcha thinking about?” He asks, coming to your side.

“Life, and everything in it.”

You turn around to get a look at all the guys, Jin and Namjoon at the grill, Yoongi and Hobi discussing something dealing with music, Tae and Jimin playing rock, paper, scissors and Jungkook here at your side. You feel incredibly lucky to be surrounded by such great friends. These 7 men making it hard to leave.

“I’ve been thinking about teaching English abroad…nothing is set in stone, it’s just an idea. But I kind of like it.”

“Abroad? Like away from here? Away from me?” Jungkook whispers out as he realizes what that means.

“It’s just an idea.”

Jungkook looks at your side profile and smiles, he leans into your side and wraps the jacket even more snug against your body.

“Whatever will make you happy y/n.” he says softly, and you know he means it.

“Let’s go join the other guys.” You say, you grab a hold of Jungkook’s hand and you two walk towards the other boys. They’re loud, rumbunctious and some of your favorite people. You couldn’t feel more at home and at peace.

“Okay, so who wants a sausage? I cooked them perfectly.” Jin shows a plate of meat, showcasing how absolutely perfect they are to everyone.

“Hey, I helped.” Namjoon pouts.

“Yeah, he……….’helped’” Jimin uses air quotes emphasizing ‘help’.

“Hey I did!”

“Moral support barely counts as help dude.” Hobi says, cracking up.

“Fine, nobody eat this hamburger patty,” he points to one single patty. “Because I cooked it.”

“Nobody wants to eat that hamburger patty.” Taehyung teases.

“I’ll eat your hamburger patty.” You chirp.

“Kiss ass.” Yoongi chuckles, walking up next to the grill. “Oh Jin, don’t forget to give me your number later so we can plan that fishing trip.”

“You two are planning a fishing trip?” You eye Yoongi, “I see you’re making friends.”

“Shut up.” He smiles shyly.

“So Jungkook,” Taehyung faces Jungkook and smirks, “Are you nervous about meeting y/n’s parents?”

“Yeah, Jungkookie, are you nervous?” Hobi chips in.

Jungkook’s eyes fall to the ground as he chews on his lips, he scratches the back of his neck and smiles softly.

“Maybe a little.”

“Why?” you ask, leaning into Jungkook’s frame, “Nothing to be nervous about.”

“Are you sure y/n?” Yoongi begins to tease you, “You are their little ‘miracle’ baby.”

“Shut up!” you laugh, “It will be fine, Jungkook. I promise.”

“I’m not too worried.” He says, he looks down at the ground still, his smile growing.

~~~~~~

You wait by your front door with a small suitcase in hand, humming some song. Jungkook should be here at any moment! He said he was on his way after work about 15 minutes ago and you know it shouldn’t take too long.

You cannot wait to see your parents, if you’re honest. You haven’t visited them in almost half a year! What you need is your parent’s loving embrace and also their wise words.

And it is pretty damn exciting you get to finally introduce your best friend to them. It’s a 4 hour drive, so you have a lot to catch Jungkook up on, you know, what your parents are even like up close and personal.

Your phone starts buzzing, and you pull it from you back pocket to see Jungkook sent a text that he has arrived.

“See you, Holly!” you yell out, but she’s in her room with the music on so you doubt she hears you. You think she said Trina is staying over for the weekend, so you know she won’t be lonely without you.

You make your way to Jungkook’s car (he offered to drive to your parents, which you do not mind in the least.) and see him waiting outside of it for you. He’s leaning against the car like a fucking stud. Yes, you just said fucking stud. Because that’s what he looks like. You hate that your god damn vagina reacts first! That bitch is booming as you eye him up and down. His tight jeans, chunky boots and striped sweater are a good look on him. His hair is pushed away from his forehead, split down the middle and he looks so fucking hot.

“Hi.” You call out, joining him at his car.

“Hey there.” He says cooly, grabbing your suitcase from you. He opens the back door and sets it inside next to his, “You ready?” he asks with a smirk.

“Yup” you pop the ‘p’ and smile back at him.

“Okay and my mom is sweet, I swear. But she sort of has no filter. My dad’s really laid back and wont tease as much…probably.” You say, stuffing your mouth with bagged popcorn.

“Probably?” Jungkook chuckles, he reaches for a handful of popcorn himself.

“Meaning he will probably let my mom do all the talking for the most part and he will only make somecomments.”

“What sort of comments should we expect?”

Suddenly, you feel your cheeks flush and you become a little shy.

“I don’t know, figure it out.” You whisper, digging in the bag for more of the snack.

Jungkook laughs at you, he thinks you’re being too cute right now. He turns his head to get a look at you and he smiles.

“Okay baby.”

“And maybe don’t call me ‘baby’ in front of my parents…they will definitely get the wrong idea.”

Jungkook playfully raises a brow at you, “And what idea is that?” he teases but it goes over your head.

“Jungkook.” You groan out, “Use your head.”

“Honestly, I’m just excited to meet your parents.” Jungkook admits happily, “I wish I could have introduced you to mom.”

“…Yeah, I would have liked to have met her. She raised you really well.”

“Honestly, she would have adored you. And…dad would have really liked you too.”

You retreat your hand out of the popcorn bag and wipe your dirty fingers on your jeans, you lick the remainder off.

“What was your mom like?”

At this Jungkook beams, his smile so bright and beautiful.

“Mom was an angel. Want to know the first time I lied to her?” Jungkook asks excitedly, “And how she reacted? It was like a movie.”

“Sure.” You chuckle.

“I was in the 8th grade,” he begins but you cut him off.

“You didn’t lie until 8th grade? That’s hard to believe.”

“I was a really good kid!” he whines. “Anyway, me and two of my buddies made plans to hang out but they wanted to hang out with this group of girls…at a girls house. I didn’t know if I was allowed at a girls house…so I lied and said we were all going to a carnival.” Jungkook starts cracking up as he recalls the memory.

“Mom believed me, gave me $20 for the wrist band to have access to all the rides, you know? Well, one of my friends wasn’t allowed at a girls house so he lied and said he was going to be at a birthday party at my house. Anyway we went to the girls house and all hung out, very innocent, I swear.” He continues laughing, his eyes crinkling.

“Anyway one of the girls mom was dropping me and that buddy off at my house when we see my mom pulling up at the same time while his mom was already parked in front of my house! Oh my god it was awful.”

“Holy hell, then what happened?” you ask.

“Well, we say thanks and get out of the car and he rushes to his moms car and my cousins were outside in my front yard talking to his parents about how there was no birthday party here.”

“And then?”

“My mom asked what was going on? I said my buddy wasn’t allowed at the carnival so we lied. But then my older cousin goes ‘Where’s your wrist band at Jungkook?’ And I wanted to strangle her! How could she out me!!! So I broke down crying to my mom and told her the truth.” He laughs, then he smiles fondly. “She told me it’s okay and that she forgives me. She said it’s not a big deal to hang out at girl’s houses as long as they’re just friends and I should never lie to her again.”

“Wow, an angel indeed.” You smile at Jungkook and he catches it from the corner of his eye.

“Yeah.” He smiles back.

“Where else my mom? She would of kicked my ass.” You laugh out loud and Jungkook joins you.

“I can’t wait to meet her.”

It’s a little after 8pm when you finally arrive to your childhood home, it’s nothing fancy or big or tremendous in any shape or form but hey, it’s home.

Jungkook pulls into the driveway and you notice your parents car isn’t here so you pull out your phone and call your mother.

Apparently they went to go pick up dinner for you four, but there’s a bit of a wait so they’ll be home in a little while. You tell her you understand, and remind her you still have a key.

“They’ll be home in a bit, why don’t we go inside and I can show you around?”

“Sounds good.” Jungkook has the car in park, and he’s quick to turn off the ignition. He gets out of the car and opens the back door to grab both of your suitcases.

“Jesus woman, what did you pack?” Jungkook complains.

“Yeah, yeah. Come on.” You usher him inside as you’re opening the front door.

It smells like your moms apple cinnamon candles have been lit up all day, the scent bringing you back to your childhood days. It smells like home, you can’t help but grin as you enter through.

“Let’s start by putting our stuff in our rooms!” you begin walking up the creaky stairs and Jungkook follows you with your bags in hand.

“This is your room,” you open the door to some lousy guest room but the bed is made and it smells nice. Jungkook nods while setting his suitcase down.

“And this…” you walk out and go to the room right next door, “is my room.”

Jungkook eyes go wide as he enters your room, he sees the posters on your walls, your baby pink duvet with a million pillows and the string of fairy lights above your bed and window.

“This is pre college y/n?” he asks, amused.

“Yup.”

“Oh my god, you had a boy band phase?” he touches the many posters on your wall.

“Who said I ever got out of it?” you tease.

Jungkook smiles as he observes your room, walking around slowly like he has all day. His fingers drag across your desk and all the things that occupy its space until he stops when he is touching a journal.

“A diary?” His amusement is out of the roof by now. “Let me read.” He asks with playful, pleading eyes.

“Hell to the no!” you rush to his side and grab the journal. “I don’t know what the fuck is in here.”

“Then it’s fun for both of us!” Jungkook reasons, “Let’s see what was in teenage y/n’s mind.”

“Probably lame stuff, I wasn’t very interesting.”

“I’ll see about that,” he takes the journal back and begins opening the journal and you grumble, trying to object. But in the end you let him open the journal, you wait patiently to be totally embarrassed.

“Okay this is from senior year…” he says, “Ryan wasn’t here today…” Jungkook starts laughing, “I was going to tell him I like him but it’s like the universe doesn’t want me to.” He reads out in a girly voice and you cringe. “Should I just move on?” he mocks.

“Okay, that’s enough!” you try reaching for the journal, your arms getting tangled with Jungkook’s. He can’t stop laughing as you whine out loud, your body bumping into his as your arms continue to battle one another.

“Jungkook!” you cry out, “Seriously?!”

You two continue to wrestle for the journal, spinning around until your feet tangle too much with his and he’s bumping into your bed, he falls over bringing you down with him.

You land on top of Jungkook, settling between his spread legs. The laughing and screaming absolutely stops when you find yourself in this position. Jungkook face is centimeters from yours, your breaths hot and fast and mingling together, he looks into your eyes with a troubled look. His tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip and your eyes can’t help but follow his movement.

“y/n…” he whispers out, still out of breath from playing around.

You look into his eyes again and he’s gone completely dark. His pupils start blowing out and his breaths become harsher.

“Jungkook…” You say lowly, your voice even surprising you. “Oh,” you blink at him when you feel his member hardening against your core.

Jungkook gulps, as if embarrassed. His eyes dart all around the room until they’re back on you.

“Sorry I—”

“I should get up.” You whisper.

Jungkook gulps again, his spit making his Adam’s Apple bob. “Yeah.”

But you don’t move, you continue to lay on top of him, you close your eyes as you feel his dick poking you at your center. You hate yourself but you can’t help the fact that you’re breathing deeper than usual and you really hate yourself when you grind yourself rather gently into Jungkook’s crotch.

And you really hate yourself when you hear Jungkook fucking moan. A real life moan escapes his parted lips. Your eyes shoot open to see his screwed shut. He lightly thrusts upward in response, his strained cock hitting your clit just right that you whimper out. You immediately throw your hand over your mouth and regret everything until Jungkook moans again.

Fuck, what do you do? You want to keep going and you almost do when—

“Honey! We’re home!”

You quickly scramble off Jungkook and stand to your feet. Fuck, your parents are home.

Jungkook awkwardly stands up and tries to adjust his pants so his fucking boner isn’t totally visible. He does not want to meet your parents with a fucking boner. No way in hell. He’s got to think of gross things. Diarrhea. Yeah, he will think of people shitting themselves, that’s pretty gross.

“Coming!” you yell out. You smooth down your clothes and your hair and turn to face Jungkook. “Ready?”

He smiles kind of awkwardly but nods his head yes regardless.

You two exit the bedroom and head down the stairs, your parents waiting at the bottom.

“If it isn’t my pain in the ass?” your mother’s jolly laugh fills the room as she goes in to embrace you.

“Hi mom.” You say into her neck, you can smell her sweet perfume and it reminds you of home times a million.

“You mean your miracle baby! Our miracle baby!” your dad chimes in gleefully, going in to hug both you and your mom.

“It’s a miracle she hasn’t killed me yet.” Your mother comments playfully, “Going a whole half year without seeing her mother?”

“It has been since May hasn’t it?” Your dad asks. “Too long.”

“And you must be Jungkook! The boy our daughter ditched us for on Christmas!” your mom pushes you to the side and goes in to hug Jungkook.

He stumbles back in surprise, but wraps his arms around your mother with his bunny grin plastered on his face.

“That’s me.” He laughs.

“Next time, just come here for Christmas, okay?” Your mom pouts playfully.

“Now, that’s not a bad idea.” Your father cuts in, extending his hand out for Jungkook to shake.

“Nice to meet you Mr.y/L/n.” Jungkook goes in to shake his hand with a firm hold, “and of course you too Mrs.y/L/n. “ Jungkook smiles in her direction.

“My goodness,” your mother swoons, “You’re so handsome!” then she turns to you, “He’s so handsome y/n. How haven’t you snagged him yet?”

“You two aren’t already a couple?” your father adds in.

“Mom! Dad! No!” you run a hand through your hair, “I told you already a million times on the phone, we are friends. Best friends.”

“That’s too bad…” your mom says, “I would like him for a son in law.”

“Yes, it’s too bad.” Your dad continues where she is going, “He’s got a firm handshake.”

“You guys don’t even know him.” you deadpan.

Jungkook only chuckles as he watches you interact with your parents. He wishes he had this kind of relationship with his parents but he’s glad you do.

“Are you guys ready for dinner or what?” Your mom picks up the bag of food off the entry way table and brings it to her nose, “Smells delicious.” She sings with a smile.

“Lets eat honey.” Your dad gestures your mom to the kitchen and then gives you and Jungkook a wink. “Come on kids.”

You didn’t know coming home would feel this good. Just being in the same room as your parents makes you feel whole again. Talking on the phone every week just isn’t enough.

You and Jungkook set up the table as your parents start taking the food out of the bag, they place it in the center of the table and your greedy little hands can’t help but pick at the side dishes.

“Hungry?” Jungkook teases.

“Starved.” You respond.

“Well, let’s all sit down and dig in!” Your father pulls out a chair for your mother so she can sit, ever the gentleman.

The food is delicious. You really wanted your moms home cooking but she promised you that’s for tomorrow night. You eat to your hearts content, getting so full. You’re not just full of food but full of your parents love and joy. Jungkook laughs along to your mom and dad’s stories and even shares some of his own. You guys talked about your group of friends and how you’re each others support systems.

Your parents are ecstatic to hear you have such great friends where you live, they even promise to go visit you soon so they can happily meet everyone. You agree wholeheartedly and stuff your face with more food. The night goes on like this for quite some time, everyone yawning but no one wanting to go to sleep.

“Let’s clean up and take this party to the living room.” Your mom suggests.

“I’ll clean up mom.”

“Me too.” Jungkook offers as well.

“Good kids.” Your dad says with a chuckle and heads to his designated spot (The recliner in the living room.)

“Are you having fun?” You ask Jungkook once your parents are out of the kitchen.

“I’m having a really nice time y/n.” Jungkook blushes as he answers, he fucking blushes and you feel the heat creep up your cheeks as well.

“I told you, you had nothing to be nervous about.”

“I’m still nervous, to be honest. But it feels nice actually.” He admit, his blush only deepening.

You two reach for the drying towel at the same time, your fingers brushing against his and you feel a spark of electricity.

“Sorry.” You sputter out, “You take it.”

“Okay…” Jungkook feels his face get even more red, just brushing fingers with you making him feel hot and dizzy.

“I think it’s clean enough,” you wipe your hands dry on your jeans, “Let’s go.”

The living room is as cozy as you have always remembered it to be. The recliner that your dad always falls asleep in is in the same spot as always, the two love seats taking one corner of the room and the TV on the center of the back wall. You decide to sit next to your mom on one of the love seats, you immediately drop your head on to her shoulder and breathe her in.

“What’s wrong my miracle?” she asks softly. “What’s going on?”

You suck in a sharp breath and start sniffling. Yup, you have decided on being a baby.

“I—” Your eyes immediately water and you give your mom a pathetic look, “I don’t know what I am doing with my life.”

Jungkook watches you and he frowns, he wishes he had all the answers for you.

“Oh baby,” your mom cradles your head, “I’m an old woman and even I have thoughts like that.” She laughs. “You’re going to figure it out, even if it’s not right now.”

“How do you know?” you look up at her with snot running down your nose.

“Do you remember when you were in high school you went from being in the drama club to the art club to the debate team to the…god, who knows what? You just kept jumping from one thing to another but then you finally found what you liked. Which was, swimming right?” She rubs your back soothingly, “It just takes time.” She says, “Maybe right now you’re just in the ‘art club’ part of your life. You still need to experience other clubs and teams until you find your swimming.”

“Mom…” you cry, “Thank you.”

“Your mother is right,” your dad decides to jump in “And whatever you decide we will be there cheering you on.”

Jungkook feels his heart swell. Watching you with your parents has been nothing but an amazing experience so far. He doesn’t feel bitter that he didn’t have this sort of relationship, instead he wishes he could have it even with someone like your parents.

“Now go sit with your bestie, he looks lonely over there by himself on the other couch.” Your mom scolds you lightly. You hug her tightly before letting go and walking to where Jungkook is.

You sit right next to him, not leaving any space—your knees and shoulders rubbing against one another quite innocently.

“So Jungkook,” Your father begins, “tell us about your family.”

You feel yourself go tense at the mention of Jungkook’s family. What will he say? Or will he say anything at all? “Mom’s not with us anymore.” He smiles softly, “And I don’t talk to my dad.”

“Oh honey, I’m so sorry,” your mom places a hand over her heart.

“Sorry to hear about that, son.” Your dad shares a look of pity with your mom.

Jungkook on the other hand lights up when he hears your dad call him ‘son’.

“It’s okay.” Jungkook smiles, “I have y/n and Jimin and the rest of the guys.”

“And you have us too, sweetie.” Your mom cuts in. “We were serious about Christmas, why don’t you two come here?”

“Mom—”

“I’d like that.” Jungkook looks at your for approval, “It sounds nice, right y/n?”

You feel your heart begin to glow.

“Yeah.” You yawn out. “It does.” You lay your head on his shoulder and he wraps an arm around your waist. You miss the way your parents share a knowing look as they watch you two.

“We weren’t supposed to have any children…” Your mom starts to say, “She really was our little miracle.” She comes down into a whisper as she notices you starting to doze off.

“She’s our pride and joy.” Your father beams.

“I’m glad she isn’t lonely. Growing up, we were so worried she would become a lonely only child, but she had lots of cousins thankfully and she always had it easy when making friends.” Your mother smiles as she recalls little you.

“She’s so special, isn’t she?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook looks down at your sleeping face, he smiles shyly and caresses your cheek. “She is.”

Your parents share another knowing look and grin.

“When did you realize she was so special?” your father crosses a leg over the other.

“About the time she ditched you guys for me.” Jungkook’s looks at them and smiles cheekily.

Your mother and father laugh loudly, waking you from your quick nap.

“What’s so funny?” you ask groggily, you kind of drooled on yourself and Jungkook’s shoulder. You wipe at the corner of your mouth and mutter an apology to Jungkook for wetting his shirt. He only giggles at you and pats your head.

“Maybe you two should head to bed for some rest, hm?”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea.”

You and Jungkook agree with your parents, standing from your place on the love seat and say your goodnight’s.

“Goodnight sweetie.” Your dad goes in to hug you, “Sleep well.”

“Night dad, night mom.”

“Goodnight Mr. and Mrs. y/l/n.”

“Night kiddos.”

Jungkook follows you up the stairs as he enters deep thought mode. He has only spent one day with you and your parents but he feels like he has fallen in love all over again. His love for you deepening by the minute, the way it blossoms like a beautiful, enchanted flower. The petals are bright, colorful and full of life. Nothing, he means nothing can shrivel up this rose. It is enchanted after all.

You stand outside your door, waiting for Jungkook to finish his journey up the stairs. When he finally makes it to the top he walks to you, standing outside your bedroom door.

“Goodnight Jungkook.” You whisper out, a blush painting itself on your cheeks.

“Tonight was nice.” He says instead of ‘goodnight’.

“Yeah, I think my parents like you a lot.”

“And I like them a lot. I felt…so…at home.” He admits, his soft breath hitting your lips and you breathe out heavily.

“I’m glad.”

“I like you when you’re with your parents.”

“You like me?” You tease, and Jungkook goes as red as a fucking tomato.

“Like, like—”

“Chill, I know what you mean.”

Jungkook scratches the back of his neck and huffs out, “Right.”

“I like you around my parents too.” You lean back on the bedroom door, and Jungkook steps closer to you.

“You like me?” he teases back and you blush even harder.

“I just mean, it’s cute seeing you nervous and flustered for once.” You say.

“I’m cute?” Jungkook takes another step towards you, backing you even further into the door.

“You know what I mean.”

“Do I though?” he leans his head towards your face, his lips hovering over your left ear and he whispers…

“I won’t tell anyone you find me cute y/n.” he continues his teasing. He leans back and watches as your face goes unbelievably red.

“Shush.” You push his hard chest back and he darkly chuckles. “It’s not like you don’t find me cute as well.”

“Oh baby, I find you very, very cute” he leans in again and you scoff, giggling to yourself.

Jungkook chuckles as well, he feels himself growing hotter by the second, he pushes you back more into the door and he reaches for the doorknob and opens it, but catches you from falling inside.

“Let’s go inside.” He says lowly. “Wanna keep being with you.”

“Jungkook,” you whine, “I’m sleepy.”

“I can watch you sleep.” He teases and you cringe.

“That’s creepy!” you laugh, you two set foot inside the room and you close the door behind you guys. “But maybe we can chat for a little bit.”

���Hey!” Jungkook juts his lip out, “It’s not creepy, I just really—” love you, he wants to say. But he doesn’t have the courage but god, Jimin is right. When will he have the courage?

“Really what?” you ask innocently.

“It’s nothing.” He says. “Anyway, let’s sit.” He plops his fine ass on the edge of your childhood bed—a twin bed. You sit down next to him and you lean back until your back is laying against the soft mattress. Jungkook follows you, laying down as well.

“Thanks for making me feel like I’m a part of your family y/n.”

“You are a part of my family Jungkook.” You whisper to him and he flips on his side to get a look at your face.

“Your parents are awesome.” He chuckles.

You playfully roll your eyes and smile, “Yeah, they’re something.”

“They want you to bring home a boyfriend.”

“Too bad all they got is you.”

“Yeah, too bad.” Jungkook grins at you, he lifts his hand to your face and caresses your cheek. “You’re so pretty. I wasn’t lying…I do find you very, very cute” he says softly and you fucking melt. You sigh out and he leans in closer, you aren’t entirely sure but it feels like he’s about to kiss you.

He leans in so close until he’s raising his face just a bit and he kisses the top of your forehead.

“I think I’ll go to bed now.” He whispers.

“Wait—” You grab on to the material of his sweater, accidentally bringing him too close to you, his mouth bumping into yours.

You immediately begin to panic, your eyes shoot to Jungkook’s and he looks as surprised as you. He is silent for far too many moments until his eyes crinkle and he’s laughing, his bunny teeth on full display.

“Oops.” He says, still laughing.

“I am so sorry, oh my god.” You get up slightly, leaning on your elbows. “That was an accident.”

“Well,” Jungkook brings his fingers to his lips, “It’s not the worst thing that could happen.” He says, his shy tone making you melt all over again.

“Sorry again, wow.”

Jungkook stands from the bed and you follow his lead, walking him towards the bedroom door.

“Goodnight Jungkook.”

This is it. The moment Jimin was talking about. A moment where he can have courage.

“y/n…I just…can I tell you something…?”

“What is it?” you raise a curious brow.

Jungkook looks into your eyes for several moments, taking long, deep breaths.

“I love you.” He finally admits, after years of keeping that to himself he finally told you he loves you. He loves you with all his fucking heart, he loves you more than anyone else in his entire life. He loves you. This? This is courage.

“Huh? I love you too, JK.” You give him a weird look and laugh. “Goodnight.” And you shut the door.

“No, I…”

Was he not clear?

“I love you y/n…” he whispers to himself, “Like, really really love you.” He says to no one but the ghosts that haunt this house.

“Goodnight y/n.”

[maryoliverdotcom]

A Shade Darker Than Red: Chapter 8

this is a repost because tumblr, being a jerk as always, decided to delete the former post. if you like this one, you could maybe check out the entire series using the masterlist i'll post in a few minutes.

A week passed by. Paro was eerily quiet when she was with me, and I thought of what I had said that day. Had I really, truly ruined all my chances of saving even our friendship?

A million thoughts rushed through my head as I turned restlessly in bed, staring at the ceiling.

The ceiling of our bedroom was painted with blue fluorescent stickers shaped like stars. Papa had done that. I had asked Maa to take them off if they bothered her, but we never did.

Beside me, Maa tossed in her sleep. They say if you think of someone, they can’t fall asleep. Could she hear my thoughts?

I had nothing to distract myself with. No phone, no book—nothing. Just me, my thoughts and the stars on the ceiling.

A sudden, vivid memory flashed in my mind. We were six. A year had passed since my meeting with Paro. We were running around like hooligans in the park while our mothers talked about work, pados-wali aunties and whatnot. I still remember what Paro was wearing: a frilly, white frock with Minnie Mouse sewn onto its sleeves. The sky was red and so was our laughter, until Paro bent down and ripped a flower right off its stem. “For you,” she had said, clumsily tucking the flower behind my ear. When she touched my earlobe, the flower was white. When she let go, it was red.

Another memory. We were nine. She sat with me on the bed while I rambled on about my latest hyperfixation: dragons. She listened to every single detail I had mentioned and, by the end of the afternoon, showed me a drawing of a wyvern.

Twelve. I was reading The Priory of the Orange Tree, sitting on the windowsill. I took a sip from my milk tea, letting out a contented hum. I wasn’t on the windowsill anymore. I was Ead, pressing a kiss to Sabran’s brow. Sabran was someone who looked uncannily similar to Paro.

An annoying ding! from my phone forced me back to reality. I heard Maa’s grunts and snores: the coast was clear. 

I climbed off the bed, taking care not to put extra weight anywhere that would make the mattress creak. I walked towards the desk and picked up the phone.

WhatsApp: You have 3 messages.

It was Paro. I checked the time: 3:49 a.m. Paro was a morning person, what was she doing staying up all night?

Paro<3:

hi renu are you awake?

—00:27

do you wanna hang out on the roof like we used to? 

—02:01

its ok if you dont wanna. go back to sleep you have a big day tmrw. actually, if ur awake rn i’ll kill you

—03:48

Oh, Paro.

I glanced at Maa, slowly increasing the fan’s regulator. Please don’t wake up soon.

I walked out of the room and closed the door. Thank goodness I’d oiled its hinges last week. 

The main door was locked—opening it meant creating a ruckus. “Shit,” I muttered under my breath. No wait, actually not shit. This meant I’d have to take the old way around. 

Jeez, fourteen-year-old me was fun.

I opened the door to the balcony and hoisted myself up on its railing. It was an easy jump. I tumbled onto the grass, praying that a grasshopper wouldn’t find its new home in my ear. The grass was wet and the air smelled of petrichor. 

I stood up, smoothening my pyjamas. Staying out late at night was a risky thing, especially in our neighbourhood. Plenty of TicTac-shaped pills here and there, and men on the prowl. I didn’t give a damn. I was eighteen and probably feeling some feelings I wasn’t supposed to be feeling. (That’s a lot of ‘feeling’s, I know.) What could possibly hurt me?

A lot of things, I realised, as I walked up to Paro’s house. Like that mad dog Rathode had warned me about. The creepy guy who keeps children in his basement (just a speculation, but when Madhu speculated about something, it was most probably right). An overspeeding motorcycle that could crash into me any minute. My own mother, with her pots and pans, once she realised I was gone.

Oh well, the damage was done. I found myself opening the gate on instinct, as if I knew Paro’s house better than I did my own.

I stepped into their garden, careful not to trample on any beetles—and made my way to the window of the woman who lived below Paro’s flat. Madame Fosco, I called her, in everything but her looks.

The tin shade Madame Fosco had installed last year was probably on its deathbed by now. Rust had made its edges creaky, but Fosco was deaf, anyway. I grabbed onto it and hoisted myself up, finding myself staring right at Paro’s face, our faces a millimetre away from each other’s. She screamed.

I screamed.

My foot slipped and I fell off the tin shade, tumbling onto the grass once again. At this point, I would be surprised if a grasshopper hadn’t found its home in my ear.

“For Whitman’s sake, hush,” I whisper-shouted, if that’s a thing. If it wasn’t, it probably is by now.

Paro peered out of the window, her mouth forming a perfect ‘o’. “I’m sorry,” she mouthed. 

I shook my head (in case a grasshopper had organised a nice family dinner in my hair) and climbed onto the tin shaft once again, pulling myself onto Paro’s windowsill.

“Come in,” she whispered, switching the lights on. 

I felt comfortable squatting on her windowsill like a failed Spiderman and grumbled as I walked into her bedroom.

Paro switched her phone’s torchlight off. “I’m gonna kill you.”

“What?” I stared at her retreating figure. “What did I do?”

“Why are you still awake?” she snapped. I followed her to the door.

“Why are you still awake and staring out of your window like Oscar fucking Wilde?” I snapped back.

Paro flipped me off while trying her hardest to pull the gates across the door. Sweat shone on her forehead, her eyes illuminated in the moonlight.

“Hold on, let me help,” I offered, gently grabbing her wrist. Paro grumbled, stepping aside.

I pushed the gate back and pulled it in again, keeping the screw in with my thumb. It glided into the opening on the other side, miraculously not making a single noise.

I turned towards Paro. She was staring at my arms.

“What?” I asked her, incredulously. One moment she said she wanted to kill me, and the next she looked at me like I was something she couldn’t quite wrap her head around.

“N-Nothing,” she gasped. My heart fluttered. Dammit, these butterflies in my stomach had turned into fucking bats at this point.

Paro walked up the stairs while I followed her footsteps in the dark. “Just like the old times, huh?” I heard her say.

I grinned. “Just like the old times.”

Paro opened the door to the roof, the tensed line in her jaw glinting in a sliver of moonlight. God, she was as beautiful as ever.

“Come in,” she said, her words echoing in the marble walls.

I followed her to the railings, leaning against the cool surface. A light breeze rippled through, making her hair fly for a brief second. Dear God, she was poetry herself.

“Where are Auntie and Uncle?” I asked, trying to break the silence.

A light breeze caressed my cheeks. “They won’t be back before tomorrow. Business trip,” Paro explained, edging closer to me.

“Oh.” I was suddenly aware of the pen still tucked behind my ear.

Silence.

“So we’re—we’re all alone, then?” I asked her, hoping she wouldn’t hear the slight quaver in my voice.

Paro nodded. “We are.”

Silence, again.

She leaned against the railing. “You’re going away in three weeks.”

I nodded, not quite knowing what to say.

“I asked you a question.” Her voice was cold and harsh, harsher than I deserved. 

“That was a statement,” I snapped. “And don’t use your fucking CEO voice with me.”

Paro frowned. “I’m not.”

“You are.” I glared at her. “And you know it.”

She stared at me, scrutinising my every feature. “I’m sorry,” she finally said, letting out a sigh. “I’m sorry. It’s just been—you’ll be gone—and—”

“I know, it’s okay,” I heard myself murmur, edging closer towards her.

“I—I’ve got that Poe book with me,” she said. “Do you want it now or at the graduation party?”

“Now,” I said, without thinking. “The party will be too loud. And too crowded,” I added as an afterthought.

Paro bit her lip so hard I was scared it would bleed. “Alright,” she nodded. “I’ll get it.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

I watched her retreat into the shadows, taking the white along with her. The night was a pool of blood, again.

I hummed. Did she know about the history of ‘OK’? Probably not. I’d tell her. Not knowing things I wouldn’t be able to tell her before we drifted apart wasn’t a good idea. At least she’d be able to tell her children that their Renu Auntie had told her about the history of ‘OK’. Maybe she’d sigh and think of me, again. Words were a certain but clumsy way into a person’s mind. 

Papa had told me that. Maybe that’s why I can’t stop thinking of him.

Did Paro know about Jinnah? That Netaji might’ve actually been alive? Did she know that birds came from lizard-hipped dinosaurs? There was so much I had to tell her before I vanished from her mind.

It was pathetic. Scrambling onto every crumb of unrelated information I could find, just to hang onto her thoughts, stay on in her mind for a little while longer.

“I’m back,” Paro said, stepping into the moonlight.

She looked like Aphrodite, the goddess of love born from love itself, in all her glory—clutching a book of Edgar Allan Poe, the letters of which shone in the lamplight or moonlight, that I do not know.

“For you,” she said, handing me the book.

“It’s beautiful,” I gasped as I ran my fingers along the edge of its spine. It was a leatherbound book, The Complete Works of Edgar Allan Poe written in shiny gold lettering. I opened the first page.

To Renu, it said. Keep me in your mind, always. From, Paro.

I chuckled, flipping through the pages. “Of course I’ll keep you in my mind, Paro,” I laughed. “What a silly thought!”

Paro looked at me, hope faintly glimmering in her eyes. “You will?” Her voice had softened down to a murmur.

I looked at her incredulously. “Well, duh, Paro, I can’t just forget my best friend of thirteen years now, can I?”

Paro’s lower lip trembled. “You promise?”

I smiled. “Always.”

“Always?”

“Always.”

A comfortable silence followed and as we looked at the stars, I knew we were both smiling.

[griffintail]

A Promise...

Summary: Ghostbur made Little Blue a promise

Pairings: Ghostbur x F! Child! Reader

Warnings: SPOILERS FROM TOMMY’S KILL DREAM STREAM! 

ANGST! DEATH! Naïve Child, Yelling, Panic

A/N: NOT CANON FOR LOST ONES!

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        “Ready, say it.” Tommy crouched in front of little blue as she stood between Ranboo and Tubbo.

        “YOOOOOOOOOOO! SUCK IT, GREEN BOY!” She threw up her arms.

        Ghostbur clapped rapidly as Tommy grinned, ruffling her hair. Tubbo smiled lightly at the memory as Ranboo chuckled scratching the back of his head while Friend ate some grass.

        “Thata girl. We’ll be back. And we’ll make sure we make Dream pay.”

        “He’s a bad guy, right?” (Y/N) whispered.

        “Tommy says so.” Ghostbur nodded. “I’ll be back little blue. Be good for Tubbo and Ranboo. Bye, bye.”

        “Bye, daddy.” She grinned waving as Ghosbur lead Friend away with Tommy, who sorted through his potions.

        “Let’s go kill some time.” Tubbo took the eight-year-olds shoulder before leading her away from the prison.

        It would take some time for them to get back…but they had to have confidence they would win…

        …

        “YOU PROMISED ME I’D BE OK TOMMY!” Ghostbur cried out in panic as he floated, no blue to comfort him…No little blue nearby.

        “LET! ME! OVER! SAM! PLEASE!” Tommy begged the slightly smoking creeper hybrid.

        Sam was livid with the events that had unfolded before him as Ghostbur and Tommy were both panicked. Tommy needed to get over and kill Dream before he killed Ghostbur.

        Ghostbur wanted to get away! He was scared! He wanted to leave and hold little blue! He needed his little blue! He promised he would be back!

        “I PROMISED LITTLE BLUE! TOMMY! YOU PROMISED!” Ghostbur pleaded. “I NEED TO GET TO HER!”

        “SAM!” Tommy pleaded once more.

        That little girl was waiting on the other side and he needed to bring her father back to her!

        “Little blue. Little blue. Little blue.” Ghostbur muttered to himself as he hugged himself, tears starting to fall as they burned his translucent skin.

        He needed his little blue. He’ll be home soon! He’ll hold her tight and promise he’ll never leave again! He didn’t want to leave again. He just wanted to hold her and never let go. He could float forever with her as Friend grazed nearby!

        They’ll be happy. They’ll be happy. They’ll be happy…

        “NO! SAM! STOP!” Tommy screamed at the top of his lungs, reaching for Ghostbur as the lava fell.

        Ghostbur looked up, meeting Tommy’s eyes one last time before Dream managed to reach over and…kill him…

        …

        …

        …

        He stepped onto the train platform, tearing up heavily as he saw his Alive self, perk up at the sight of the train.

        “I’m sorry little blue.” Ghostbur sobbed, his face in his hands as Wilbur sprinted into the train. “I lied…”

        …

        …

        …

        “One, two. My friend is blue. Three, four. His name is Friend! Five, six. Have some blue. Seven, eight. Calm on down. Nine, ten. Smiles for me and you!” (Y/N) sang to herself as she danced to no music but the sounds in her head.

        Both Tubbo and Ranboo sat on the grass outside the prison’s portal, waiting…

        Then they both bolted up seeing Tommy and Friend! …Only Tommy and Friend…?

        “Friend!” (Y/N) cheered, rushing over and hugging the sheep. “I made a new song. I hope daddy will like it.”

        Tommy’s throat tightened as he gripped tightly onto Friend’s lead while the other two boys looked at him. (Y/N) looked around before looking at Tommy.

        “Where’s dadbur?”

        How was he supposed to tell her he was…but not really…gone?

        “You…” Tommy tried to find words before crouching in front of her. “You remember when…Dream…sent us on that…vacation?”

        She nodded, tilting her head.

        “He sent Ghostbur on…another one. A—” He looked down before meeting her eyes again. “A long one. So, he’ll be a little while longer? Alright?”

        “Aw, but I want to go to.”

        Tommy choked a bit but nodded. “I know, but you’ll…You’ll stay with me. Right now…we need to find someone.”

        Tommy hoped it wasn’t right. He’d bring (Y/N) back to her real father that would love her!

        But…

        As he got to the revival area…

        And saw him standing there…

        He knew (Y/N) would be staying with him from now on…

        Because he’d be damned if he let that…monster touch little blue.

        “I’m sorry Ghostbur…I’ll make it right with her…” Tommy thought to himself as Wilbur turned and met his eyes. “I’ll take care of her and Friend for you…I’m so sorry…”

[tennessoui]

1 - Soulmate AU - Soulamtes share dreams to learn more about each other and to teach each other their local traditions if necessary. Obi-Wan learns the hardship his mate faces in slavery, their secret language, and how to help free slaves. Anakin gets taught about the Jedi, reading, writing, and how amazing his mate is.

ahhhh ok i really don't want to share this under this prompt because i wrote the ask down wrong in my notes so the prompt i wrote follows my poor notes that just say - 'soulmate sharing/learn about them before they meet' but this is amazing prompt wise and it would clear up a ton of misconceptions in the prequels obviously if they both got dreams of the other's early lives but this is.... not that but i hope you enjoy anyway <3 <3

1. Soulmates (and daemons) (2.0 k)

Obi-Wan doesn’t have a soulmate for sixteen years.

It’s just him and the animal representation of his own soul that had traveled to the Temple with him as a babe, a Vulptex kit. She’s named herself now and grown larger and stronger through the years, her coat growing out to perfect crystalline ends. From a distance, they look like razor-sharp spikes of ice. Or so other people have said.

Obi-Wan knows that’s not true. He knows that his soul isn’t cold or untouchable or unreachable. But he’s had no luck telling anyone else that, not when Avarie snaps at everyone who tries to touch her in a manner that’s quite un-Jedi like. She’s prickly and quick to bristle. He’s emotional and angry, even before he’s ten years old.

Look, it’s not easy living around people who all know they have soulmates, either because they’ve met them or because they’ve woken up to find that their own animal has disappeared only to be replaced with their mate’s soul representation.

Most of the time, that sort of switch happens when a person’s still a youngling. A very young youngling. Sometimes babies are taken to the Temple with their soulmate’s animal tucked between tiny arms. Those, in Obi-Wan’s opinion, are the luckiest ones. They never have to wonder if they even have a soulmate at all.

They just grow up knowing that they’ll be loved one day.

Obi-Wan grows up thinking maybe it’s just going to be him and his vulptex until the day he dies. It makes him angry at the injustice of it all.

He knows his own emotions probably keep him from a Padawanship, but he can’t help but think that Avarie’s own appearance and attitude certainly don’t help. They’re at odds with one another for two years, bound together but each ignoring the other. Obi-Wan’s never heard of this before, of fighting with your own soul’s animal.

But, he thinks, most people don’t spend as long with theirs as he has with Avarie.

Perhaps she is everything unlikable about himself, made apparent to everyone else. No one, master or soulmate, would ever want him. Not when everything about his soul screams keep your distance.

Master Jinn taking him as his Padawan is a surprise then, one that soothes over some of Obi-Wan’s soul-deep aches. The night he gets his padawan braid is the first night in years that Avarie curls up against him to sleep.

When he is sixteen and a few standard months old, he wakes up alone in his bed, Avarie nowhere in sight.

Well. Not alone, actually.

A ball of fur that he had originally thought to be a wrinkle in his bedspread whines pitifully and moves to follow him when he sits up.

He stares dumbly down at the strange little muzzle and unopen eyes. Half of its face is a pure white, and the other half a solid black, as if someone has taken it and held it against a fire until its fur was stained with smoke.

“Uh,” he says to his soulmate’s animal. The creature, some sort of canid, perks up at his voice and snuffles closer to him eagerly. “Yes, hello,” Obi-Wan grins, petting its tiny head with the tip of his thumb. It tries to prolong the touch by lifting its muzzle up and whining.

It’s so small.

His soulmate must be...must be just as young.

Obi-Wan is sixteen and a few months and his soulmate has just been born, most likely. But.

But he has a soulmate.

-----

Odyna grows fast, much faster than Obi-Wan had thought possible. It feels like he blinks once on the morning he wakes to see her, and then suddenly she’s at his knees. Her paws and ears are huge still, and Obi-Wan knows she’ll grow much, much bigger.

His master in particular is very interested in trying to figure out what species his soulmate’s animal is.

“She feels incredibly strong in the Force,” Qui-Gon says on more than one occasion. “And her markings--”

Odyna growls from where she’s laying splayed out in Obi-Wan’s lap as he brushes over her furry back. She instantly preens when he taps her gently on the nose.

Some days he thinks she’s the exact opposite of Avarie in every way possible, and has to wonder how his soulmate--who would be six now--is faring with Avarie. He hopes she’s at least letting them pet her.

Odyna relishes Obi-Wan’s attention always, though she scorns anyone else’s hands or affections in a way that reminds him of his own Vulptex.

The Jedi Council was unimpressed with Avarie’s aversion to touch and seems even more skeptical at Odyna’s. “A dangerous, possessive attachment, it will be,” Yoda has told Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan more than once.

Soulmate relationships in the Order are common and practically encouraged, seen as the will of the Force. But even then, possessive attachment is heavily forbidden. The Force animals of the Jedi will often allow other Jedi to touch them and greet them. It’s unbecoming of a Jedi’s soul, to close itself off from the touch of others.

And yet a part of Obi-Wan can’t stop himself from feeling smug about how overt Odyna’s claim over him is. She’s clingy, incredibly needy, and overprotective at turns.

A Jedi’s mission to Lothal brings back a trade deal and a name for Obi-Wan’s soulmate’s Force animal. “It looks just like a Loth-wolf,” she tells him. “But the ones on Lothal I saw were huge. Taller than a Wookie.”

Obi-Wan groans at this. His master is already so much taller than him. Now Odyna too? If his soulmate grows to tower over him as well, he’s going to have some choice words for the Force upon his death.

“You wouldn’t do that to me, would you?” He asks Odyna that night as she flops down onto his bed in her customary position of splayed everywhere. “My room is only so big.”

She grins at him and licks his face.

“Force, that’s so uncivilized,” Obi-Wan grouses, getting up out of bed again to go wash his face.

----

Surprisingly, Tatooine’s heat is not the first thing Obi-Wan notices about the planet. No, what he notices first and foremost is the way that Odyna, until this point relatively satisfied to lay curled around his chair (at nine, she’s big enough to come up to his shoulders when standing), seems to lose her damned mind as soon as the door is open and the hot air permeates the ship.

He was just going to look at the damage, but his soulmate’s Force animal seems to have other plans. Odyna bounds out onto the sand and nudges Obi-Wan forward, hard enough that he loses his balance.

She nudges him again, even as he tries to bat her away. “Odyna, stop it,” he demands, scrambling to his feet.

“Are they...alright?” One of Queen Amidala’s handmaidens asks.

Qui-Gon at least tries to hide his amusement, but Obi-Wan shoots him a dirty look anyway because he can hear the smile in his master’s voice when he says, “Oh yes. This is quite normal.”

It is not normal, thanks.

Odyna howls in agreement.

When Qui-Gon tells them that they’ll have to go into the nearest town to barter or buy the parts needed to fix the ship, Obi-Wan volunteers first. Maybe if he can let Odyna stretch her legs, she’ll calm down.

Instead, the closer they get to Mos Espa proper, the more antsy she becomes until, quite suddenly, she bolts through the streets. Obi-Wan has little choice but to take off after her. It’s almost impossible, of course, to lose a Loth-wolf when they’re that huge, but there’s a sort of strange tight pressure in his chest at having her out of his sight.

He leaves his master and the handmaiden behind without a second thought, but at least he doesn’t have to run far.

Outside a shop that looks as rundown as the other ones, Odyna has stopped and sat down, her tail wagging furiously behind her.

Obi-Wan has a fair few things in mind to yell at her, but all of that gets knocked out of his head when he sees the crystalline figure of a very familiar vulptex standing in the shadow of the loth-wolf.

His breath catches in his throat and he almost loses his balance again when Avarie turns to look at him with those intelligent black eyes, head cocked.

If she’s--if she’s here, then that means--that means--

He stumbles forward until he can kneel in front of his Force animal, hand outstretched.

Suddenly there’s commotion inside the shop and a little boy tears outside holding some sort of rusted pipe over his shoulder threateningly. “Don’t touch her!” the boy yells, brandishing the pipe. “She doesn’t like it, get gone or I’ll make you get gone!”

Obi-Wan blinks. His very first interaction with his soulmate after waiting twenty-five years, and the boy is threatening him.

“You’re mine,” he says dumbly, brain trying to process these impossible events.

It is, of course, the wrong thing to say. If anything, the boy puffs himself up even more. “I’m no one’s!” He yells indignantly. “I’m a person. My name is Anakin Skywalker!”

Obi-Wan holds up his hands in apology. “Ah, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean--I meant that she’s mine. Avarie. She’s my soul.”

Anakin lowers his pipe with narrowed eyes. “How’d you know her name?” he asks suspiciously.

Obi-Wan fights the urge to roll his eyes. He’d never considered that he’d have to win over the trust of his soulmate. “She’s my soul,” he says again slowly, before gesturing to the black and white loth-wolf behind them, who has laid down in the dust, tongue hanging out in response to the heat. “As she is yours.”

“You’re my...soulmate?” Anakin drops the pipe as he looks over Obi-Wan in frank disbelief. “But you’re so….”

Obi-Wan raises a wry eyebrow and grins. He braces himself to hear old, or maybe even male.

But instead his soulmate shocks him again by saying, “....pretty! Are you sure you’re not an angel instead?”

Which, of course, corresponds to his master’s arrival. The maiden with him at least has the decency to cover her smile with her hand. Meanwhile, his master’s smirk is probably going to be burned into his memory forever.

“Yes, Anakin,” Obi-Wan responds. “I promise, I’m your soulmate.”

“Mine,” Anakin says in a wondrous tone. And then, a grin steals across his face and he grabs Obi-Wan's hand. “My soulmate.”

Obi-Wan hopes this isn’t the beginning of that dangerous possessiveness Yoda has spent years lecturing him about.

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“I’m going with him,” Anakin argues, stomping his foot in the Council chambers. Obi-Wan hides his face in his hand. “He’s my master.”

“Anakin, we’ve been over this. You’re much too young for this mission,” Obi-Wan explains gently, as if they don’t have a dozen interested eyes on them.

“I’m twelve!” Anakin will not be deterred. “That’s plenty old!”

“It’s too dangerous,” he tries instead.

“Then you shouldn’t go!”

Obi-Wan wonders if he should try arguing that he’s a twenty-eight year old Jedi Knight, who may go where he pleases. He doesn’t think that’ll go over well with his padawan.

Anakin, he says through their training bond. Do not do this in front of the Council.

Anakin turns to stare mulishly up at him. I want you to be safe.

I will have Odyna with me, Obi-Wan points out, tilting his head in reference to the loth-wolf spread out on the Council Chamber’s floor. And you will have Avarie with you. You will know I am safe. And I will know she is making you sleep and eat and bathe.

Anakin seems to consider this and then crosses his arms, but eventually nods. I don’t like it when she bites me until I go to bed, he grumbles, kicking his feet and glaring over at Avarie, who is dozing between Odyna’s paws.

Obi-Wan fights the urge to chuckle out loud. In truth, he’s a bit jealous that Avarie has figured out a way to get obedience from their soulmate. Half the time, Obi-Wan is still floundering to get simple acknowledgement of a command.

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Many years later, of course, when Anakin is a knight and Obi-Wan a master, he figures out the thing that never fails to get Anakin soft and pliant and relaxed.

It’s kisses.

More specifically, kisses from his soulmate while they’re lying in bed together, sheets tangled around their feet and both of their Force animals in the other room, keeping watch at the door.

[myhockeyworld87]

What Happens in Vegas...Doesn’t Always Stay There - Jacob Markstrom - Part 1

Word Count: 4,885

POV: Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Language, Smut, Drinking (all the good stuff)

Notes: Well here it is the new fic that’s been in my head. I tossed around a couple different guys for this, but some of you suggested Marky and well looks like it stuck. Trying to do this a little different and keep this in an all read POV, so we shall see how that works. I don’t see this being super long maybe between 5 or 6 parts. Hope you guys enjoy. As always feedback is welcome. Happy Reading!

They say that New York is the city that never sleeps but whoever 'they' is, well, they got it wrong. It has to be Vegas. Lights are always flashing whether you were indoors or out, the jangly sound of slot machines can be heard at all hours and the seven deadly sins seem to be on full display twenty-four hours a day. It's no wonder their tagline for years was 'What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.' If only that were true.

You wish you could blame someone else but you can't. Vegas was all your idea. As maid of honor, it fell to you to plan your best friend's bachelorette party, and in your mind, there was only one spot, Vegas. Now, you were second-guessing your choice as your head was pounding like there were a thousand drummers who decided to perform at the Super Bowl halftime show, only in your brain. There was only one thought that made it through the marching band playing in your head. What the hell happened last night?

 Maybe you should start off small, like where were you first, considering that the little drummer boy was now doing backflips in your head. You were definitely in bed, which was evident as you could feel the mattress underneath you. You could also feel the duvet comforter covering your body, but there was something else. Something a bit heavier, almost as if a weighted blanket was covering your stomach and your breast, but it wasn't that. It was an arm slung across your midsection and a very large hand cupping your one boob. God, you hoped it was still attached to a body. You should really take a peek. It would be the only decent thing to do.

 As you gradually lifted one eyelid open, the first thing you noticed was that you were not in your hotel room, as the wall looked completely different. No reason to panic, you told yourself. Everything would come back to you as soon as this god blessed pounding ceased. Peering the other eye open, you got back to business at seeing if there was a body attached to the arm currently trapping you to the bed. Carefully, you turned your head to the side to see a very large and very naked man firmly attached to the aforementioned arm. He was gorgeous as he lay there sleeping ever so peacefully. You drank in his features, kind of like you downed drink after drink last night. His brown hair had this golden hue to it that made your fingers want to reach out and touch it, though you refrained. Then there was the beard covering his face, not too much and not too little, and now that you were thinking about it; you definitely felt some of that beard burn on your thighs. If you could only remember last night. The only logical thing to do was to go back to the start of this, back to a time when you were sober.

 It started months ago when your best friend Kennedy got engaged. You honestly didn't see it coming that fast. She'd only been dating Ryan for a little less than a year, but he asked and she said yes, and when she asked you to be her maid of honor you screamed and laughed and cried, and told her you couldn't wait to plan her bachelorette party. Everyone knew the bridal shower was only for boring stuffy old aunts so that they could buy her the latest air fryer or new dish pattern. The bachelorette party was where all the fun was, and what better place to have it than Las Vegas.

 Of course, everyone agreed with you. The only wrench in the plan was that Kennedy decided to up her wedding date and make it a nine-month engagement. That barely left time to find a dress let alone plan the most outrageous bachelorette party of the century. You would've said decade but twenty-twenty was fastly approaching. Thankfully, you had connections. Night one was more sedate since you all were just arriving at the MGM hotel at different times; eleven of you in total when Ryan's sister decided to join at the last minute. You booked a private room at Lago in the Bellagio for all of you to enjoy.

 It was the second night, that was the piece de resistance. A limo picked you all up and took you over to Excalibur to see the legendary Australian group, Thunder from Down Under. I mean what was Vegas without seeing a male stripper or two. The next day, a private bungalow was waiting for you at Wet Republic in the MGM Hotel. One would've thought the night watching men strip naked would've been your undoing but apparently, it all started poolside.

 "I seriously can't believe he pulled you up on stage and proceeded to dry hump you up there," Kelsey rehashed.

 "Really, Kels?" Kennedy said downing another mimosa. "How could you not see that happening? (Y/N) has known Nate for a couple years. I mean he did get us front row tickets." This was all true. Nate, the emcee for Thunder from Down Under and you were friends, had been since your firm had done their calendar shoot two years ago. He had generously given you prime seating to the show that night and also set you up with a few other perks for the trip. "The only thing I'm surprised at, is that this one," she bumped you with her hip, spilling both hers and your mimosas. "Didn't end up going home with him last night."

 "Oh my god, Kenny you did not just say that." She may be the bride and your best friend but really, she was pushing the line.

 "Come on, it's not like it hasn't happened before."

 At least four pairs of eyes turned towards you, Ryan's sister Gretchen being one of them. "Ok, admittedly, I slept with him, once." Both Kennedy and Kelsey gave you that look. "Ok, maybe it was twice, but he has a girlfriend now, and we are just friends."

 "I'll give you that," Jade spoke up in your defense and suddenly she was going to earn the title of new best friend, not that the lines weren't blurred in your little group as you were all sort of best friends. "But what about Edward, the one with the turtle tattoo on his hip."

 "You were so looking at more than his hip." Eva teased while Jade simply hid behind her champagne glass. "But yeah (Y/N), he was totally hitting on you."

 "He was not."

 "Oh, he was," Kennedy added her two cents. "And as the bride I take offense, they should've been hitting on me."

 "Wait, why would they hit on you?" Jade sputtered. "You're taken bitch." Of course, bitch was said in the most loving way.

 "I'm not dead."

 "No, but I'm sure my brother wouldn't appreciate it." Leave it to Gretchen to be the mood killer. "I think I'm going to go take a nap. I'll meet you at the pool later."

 She headed out the door, and honestly, you were ecstatic about it, for she was too judgmental for your liking.  "Wait, Gretch, that's not what I meant."

 "Leave her go, maybe a nap would do her good." They were Jade's words but your sentiments. "Now back to why (Y/N) did not take that beautiful man up on his offer last night."

 "There was no offer," you insisted.

 "Come on (Y/N), there was an offer. There's always an offer. Remember when you were doing promo for that Batman flick." You tried to shut Kennedy up with a death glare, but she continued to prattle on. "We all know you ended up doing the nasty with Superman."

 "WHAT?!?!" Yeah, that definitely came out of the other nine people's mouths in the room.

 "Thanks, Ken. No one knew that but you."

 "Oops, my bad." She had the grace to at least be embarrassed about the whole thing.

 "You mean you slept with that guy, the British one, tall, all muscular, extremely good looking. Damn it what's his name." You could see Eva wracking her brain for his name and you just didn't want to go there.

 "Hen…"

 "Yes, him," you admitted, stopping Jade before she could finish his name. "Can we please change the subject?"

 "Why, when we are all living vicariously through you," Kelsey added. "Especially poor Kennedy, who is now committed to spending the rest of her life with one man."

 "Geez, you make it sound like a death sentence. I love Ryan and I'm perfectly fine spending the rest of my days with him."

 You had to suppress an eye roll. Not because you didn't think that Ryan and Kennedy weren't in love. If you were being honest, you just thought they were rushing things a bit. The problem was telling your best friend that; you tried in the past and never succeeded. "We know you're in love Kenny." And then because you couldn't stop yourself, you added. "It's just are you sure you want to be tied down so young? We still have our whole life to live."

 "Jesus, (Y/N). We all know you're not ready for marriage and what comes with it, but we can't all be you with your fancy job in LA, meeting celebrities all the time. Some of us have real lives and want to settle down and have a family."

 "Kenny, that's not what I meant." The last thing you wanted to do was argue with her at her bachelorette party. "I only want you to be happy."

 "You have a funny way of showing it." The air in the room took on a chill and not from the air conditioning. If you didn't do something soon this party was going to go downhill.

 "Oh, would you look at the time," Jade chimed in. "We should probably be heading down to the pool." Everyone grabbed their stuff, Kennedy giving you the cold shoulder as you made your way out of the hotel suite. Jade came up and wrapped an arm around you. "She'll be fine. She's just on edge after the whole Gretchen thing. We'll give her a few shots and you two will be good as new."

 "I hope so." Unfortunately, things weren't fine. Kennedy seemed to avoid you and your attempt to make things right, even after a few shots. That didn't stop you from taking a few more. You had a strict one drink to one water rule, that you threw out the door today. Downing shots like it was your job. It was probably an hour later when you were in one of the private pools, with a few of the girls that a large group of very attractive men walked in. They were definitely different from Nate and the guys from Thunder, and at first, you thought it was some fraternity get together with how young some of them looked, but at second glance there were some gentlemen that were your age or older.

 "They've gotta be baseball players," Eva whispered over after they took up residence in the three bungalows next to you.

 "Nah, none of them have a dad bod." Jade was right, they were too fit to be in the MLB. You'd been around enough major leaguers to know while some were incredibly in shape, some were not. That didn't seem to be the case with this group.

 "I'm gonna rule out NFL as well," you told the girls. "None of these guys look like they're an offensive guard. Those guys are huge." You noticed a few of them staring at the six of you that were in the smaller pool reserved only for the bungalows. Grabbing another shot, this had to be your fourth in just sixty minutes, you downed the drink really starting to feel its effects.

 "Looks like we may just find out here," Jade said, nodding to let you know some of the guys were headed your way.

 "Ladies, care if we join you?" One of the men asked, you had to admit he was extremely handsome but also gave off an air that he had more than a few notches in his bedpost.

 A couple of the girls nodded, but when no one said anything, you found yourself saying, "Come on in."

 "So, what brings you to Vegas?" This from a different guy, who had quite a number of tattoos covering his arms, and you had to admit that the ink just made him more attractive, that and his height. He was well over six feet tall and you didn't mind looking up to see his face as he took the seat next to you.

 "Bachelorette party," Jade blurted out and you saw a few eyebrows raise.

 "Tell me you're not the bride?" His breath was warm or maybe it was the sun, either way, you definitely felt a warmth in your belly that wasn't there moments ago.

 "I am definitely not the bride." Shit that sounded desperate. "Though I am the maid of honor, at least I hope I still am." You looked inside the bungalow to see Kennedy in deep conversation with Gretchen.

 "Hmm, sounds like there's a story there. Care to tell me? I'm Jacob by the way, though the guys call me Marky."

 He held out his hand, the one that didn't have a beer in it, and you took it. "(Y/N), and I'll tell you though it's rather dull, on one condition." He quirked a brow at you. "You tell me what sport you play."

 He chuckled. "What makes you think I play a sport? Maybe I'm an investment banker."

 "Well, first there's your accent, though I suppose you could pull off investment banker with that. Second, you are all…how shall I say this…physically fit. A quality most athletes have and considering the number of you; I doubt this is some kind of investment banker convention."

 "Ok, I'll give you that, though we could be bodybuilders or…" the lights on the billboard on the strip changed to a Thunder From Down Under ad and you saw a light bulb in his head go off. "Or male strippers." Shit, you almost spit your drink out on that one. "What, too much a stretch? Maybe it's your lucky day." He started to sway his hips in the pool, one of his friends joining him while you and Jade tried to contain your laughter.

 "Nah, it's already been (Y/N)'s lucky day with them. She knows them all rather intimately."

 "Jade!" you yelled at your friend, or ex-friend, though you weren't in a position to be losing anymore at the moment.

 "Oops." She at least had the decency to look embarrassed. Alcohol made everyone do some crazy things and Jade was no exception to the rule.

 "Intimately huh?" Jacob asked as you splashed water on Jade causing her to shriek and hide behind Jacob's friend who you learned was someone named Erik. "Have I lost the competition before it even starts?"

 "There's no competition."

 "So, you're single then?"

 "Yes, though you still haven't answered my question." As soon as Jacob heard you say yes, he slid a little closer to you.

 "What was that question again?" He said with laughter in his eyes and before you could get annoyed with him, though you doubted that would happen, he added. "I remember, just giving you a hard time. Anyhow, we play hockey."

 "Oh, nice. Like professional level? Or are there minors in that sport?" You really weren't one hundred percent sure. You'd taken in a game here and there but not really paid any particular attention to it.

 "We're in the NHL, playing for Vancouver. Just came out to do a little team bonding before the season starts. So, are we going to talk about this intimate encounter or why you think your maid of honor duties are getting revoked?"

 "I think I need another drink to talk about either of them."

 Jacob flagged down one of the personal waitresses for the area, requesting a couple of shots and drinks for you both, and you had to admit you liked the way he worked. "Now that that's taken care of…"

 You blew out a frustrated breath, more with yourself than anything else. "I said something stupid right before we came down here." He kept silent, his eyes totally focused on you and what you were saying. A refreshing change from some of the men you spoke to. "I just think she's rushing into things. They've only known each other a year and we are too young to get married. She's only twenty-five, we have our whole lives ahead of us. You know?" He simply nodded his agreement before you continued. "I want to see the world, go places, and do things before I'm strapped down to one man forever. Not to mention being tied down with kids. How can Kenny not want that too?"

 "I totally agree. I've gotten to see a lot with hockey but there's no way I want to be tied down just yet."

 "Exactly, you totally get me." Your drinks arrived then and Jacob took one shot and handed it to you before taking the other.

 "Well, I say we toast to being young and free with no commitments."

 "I'll drink to that." He clinked his glass to yours and the two of you downed the drinks. It seemed like the DJ noticed the change in your mood, as the music got louder and the energy seemed to kick up a notch. You got up and started to dance in the pool; the other girls joining in. It wasn't long before you felt Jacob behind you. His hips grinding into your backside, as his large hands encircled your waist.

 Drinks flowed freely the entire day, and if you were being honest, you couldn't remember a time you'd been that drunk before the sun had even set. You were laughing and dancing, and quite literally having the time of your life; your maid of honor duties completely forgotten at this point. Gretchen came up to you at some point and told you that she, Kennedy, and Kelsey were heading up and would catch up with the rest of you later. Everyone else was having too much fun with the Canucks to want to leave.

 A few more drinks and an hour later, the party was winding down. Most of your friends had headed up to their room to pass out, only a few stayed behind. Jacob had somehow maneuvered you into one of the bungalows that was empty. You shared a few kisses here and there out in the pool area, but now that you were out of view of prying eyes things were getting a bit more heated. Jacob's hands were on your ass, as his tongue was down your throat; not that yours wasn't doing the same thing to him. He moaned into your mouth, the sound going straight to your core. Your bikini bottom was no longer wet from the water of the pool, but the press of Jacob's cock against it.

 You both stumbled back, landing down on the large daybed in the bungalow, though somehow Jacob's reflexes softened your fall. His hands went straight to your breasts, kneading the flesh there. He was just about to untie the string of your bikini top when someone walked in. "Jesus, Marky! Take it upstairs would you!" You squinted trying to make out who it was but at this point not remembering anyone's name besides the man that was on top of you.

 "Oh, shit…thought I was in my room." It was funny, you thought the same thing. "Sorry, Jay."

 "His name is Jay? Like the letter?" you mumbled as Jacob helped you off the couch. "What comes after J?" Fuck you were drunk and when you were drunk you tended to ramble. You once actually talked to a damn parking meter because you thought it was a person, and you were pretty sure you could talk to one now if there was one around.

 "Doesn't matter, babe," Jacob said kissing your lips. "Wanna head up to my room?"

 You had to go up on your tiptoes to loop your arms around his neck. "Yes, I do." He planted a kiss on your lips then cupped your ass cheeks causing you to jump a bit.

 "Let's go," he finally said breaking the kiss. You had enough sense to grab your things and tell your friends not to worry that you'd catch up with them tomorrow. They all winked and nodded or at least that's what it looked like in your head because that's when things started to get hazy. You had vague recollections of making your way through the casino, stopping here and there. Part of you thought that the two of you even stopped to play roulette only so you could have another drink.

 You did remember tumbling through the door of Jacob's suite. His lips were on yours and neither of you were paying attention as he unlocked it. Thankfully his quick reflexes caught you; apparently, even when drunk, goalies couldn't lose some of those natural instincts.

 His hands, you remember them being everywhere on your body, and how incredible they made you feel. His calloused touch lit a fire inside you, that had nothing to do with the alcohol. He rid you of your white swim cover-up easily, flinging the garment across the room, and then his lips were all over your body. It was easy to recall the way he made you feel, as he softly bit down on your nipple through the fabric of your bikini. You'd craved this all afternoon. It had been a couple months since you'd been with a man and Jacob was everything you'd been waiting for.

 You ripped off his shirt. Your hands immediately going to his chest and roaming down his tattooed arms. He was all muscle, hard and lean everywhere, but when you slid your hand down inside his swim trunks to his cock; oh, it was hard all right, but lean was not a word you'd used to describe it. You were barely able to wrap your fingers around his girth, and as you stroked him, you realized God had not only blessed him with height but length as well. The man was made to star in a porno, you thought as you shoved his trunks down.

 Somehow, during that time Jacob had managed to get your bikini top off, though you supposed with its simple string ties it wasn't a hard feat to manage. You dropped to your knees, licking your lips before taking your tongue and swirling it around the head of Jacob's cock. "Det kanns sa bra min vackra prinsessa (that feels so good my beautiful princess)." Jacob's mumblings had you pulling back and looking up at him. "Don't stop, baby." This time you knew what he said as you slowly sucked him into your mouth. There was no way that you could take him all in, so you pumped the rest of him with your fist. You hollowed out your cheeks as you sucked him inside, using every trick in the book you knew. Jacob muttered more in Swedish to you, things you had no clue as to what they meant, but judging by his reaction they were things he was enjoying very much. He threaded his hands through your hair, pulling it back so you could look up at him with big doe eyes. "Jesus," he swore, his hips bucking into your mouth at the sight of you with his cock in it, looking like that. After a few more thrusts, he pulled out shouting," Tillrackligt, enough. I think you're trying to kill me, princess."

 There was something about the way he called you princess. It wasn't anything you'd been called before and most times you'd preferred babe or baby, but the way the word rolled off his tongue did things to your insides.

 Jacob helped you off the ground, his lips ghosting over yours before picking you up and tossing you onto the bed. His large form handled you easily, arranging your body just the way he wanted to before slipping off your bikini bottoms. His large hands worked their way from your ankles to your calves, all the way up to your thighs; spreading your legs as he went. "So beautiful." He traced his fingers lightly over your pussy lips and you quivered in anticipation of what was to come. One long finger slid between your folds all the way up to your clit, once, then twice, and then once again. "So wet, prinsessa, and all because of me."

 "Mmm, yes, Jacob." He dipped that same finger inside you then. The digit slipping in easily and so he added another. Then his mouth was there. Tongue flicking over your clit in a way that made you squirm with pleasure. "Oh yes," you moaned, caught up in the pleasure that was coursing through your veins. "Just like that." Your hips lifted up on their own accord, seeking more of what this giant of a man was doing to you. Jacob never let up, making a come-hither motion with his fingers and you found yourself unraveling around him; legs shaking, breath panting as your orgasm overtook you.

 “So pretty when you cum, prinsessa.” He pulled his fingers from your pussy then brought them to your lips. You opened without any thought, licking your juices off of them. Before you could get them clean, Jacob’s mouth joined yours, kissing you while you sucked on his index and middle fingers. Your tongues mingled together, as Jacob positioned himself between your thighs. The head of his cock nudged between your folds and you sighed into his mouth at just that first touch. Slowly, he filled your pussy, until he bottomed out. Only then did he release your lips. “Fuck you feel so good.”

 Jacob loved the feel of you clenching around him. It felt like he was in heaven. Part of him didn’t even want to move that’s how good your body felt, but then you shifted your hips up just a hair bit and he had to suck in a breath at the pleasure that went straight to his groin for fear he would spend inside you right then and there. He willed his body under control and only then started to move.

 With every snap of Jacob’s hips, a wave of pleasure crashed over you. Your nails raked down his back, probably leaving marks, but it seemed to only spur him on. “Yes, Prinsessa,” he moaned out, as you bent your knees allowing him to go deeper. You moaned as he hit that treasured spot that had you seeing stars. “You like that?” Another moan was his answer, as he continued to fuck you.

 That peculiar feeling started to wash over you. Your pussy fluttering around Jacob’s cock as the orgasm finally broke. Back arching, legs trembling, you were moaning out his name as the climax seemed to continue, as Jacob drove wildly into you. As you came down off your high, Jacob found his. With a few erratic thrusts, he was spending deep inside you with a loud groan. He slumped forward, his sweety forehead resting on yours. “Det dar var otroligt.” You looked at him curiously, your brain not working at all but also knowing he was speaking something in Swedish to you. He smiled, a glorious one that you found yourself getting lost in and you found yourself returning it. “I said that was amazing.”

 “Yes, it was,” you breathed out. Jacob rolled you both onto your sides, tucking you into his. It wasn’t long before both of you were passing out.

 Now here you were, finally putting most of the pieces together from last night. You looked back over at the sleeping man, who had given you such pleasure even in your inebriated state. He really was gorgeous. You honestly wouldn��t mind going for round two, after a couple of Tylenol, of course. Speaking of which you needed to get up and see if you had any in your bag. If only you could move him without waking him. You carefully took your right arm and went to move his left which was slung across you, but then something caught your eye. There on his ring finger was a ring. Oh, it wasn’t just any ring, it was a wedding ring! You knew he didn’t have it on when you were in the pool. You were not the type of woman to go hitting on a married man, let alone sleep with him.

 You pulled your other arm out from underneath him, fully intending to grab your stuff and get the hell out of there when you noticed a bright and shiny diamond on your ring finger. There was also a matching wedding band. Then like a tsunami hitting the beach of a small island a memory came flooding back to you of the two of you entering the hotel chapel. This man wasn’t married to just anyone, he was married to you!  

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