#still need to fix my masterlists n all but everyone join hands w me and scream

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redid my pinned post and it is giving me little boosts of serotonin every time i look at it like LOOK AT IT 🤍🤍🤍 mentally kicking my feet and giggling AAAAAA

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The Key to Your Heart (Part 17 of 18)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader | The Winter Soldier X Reader

Chapter word count: 1.9 K

Summary: Joining the Avengers wasn't on your plans. Not until Steve asked you to help his best friend. Bucky was Bucky, but the Winter Soldier still came from time ti time, bringing with him chaos and destruction. And you was supposed to keep that side of him away... But what happens when both Bucky and the Winter Soldier start to enjoy your company more than anyone else? Should you turn your back on the Soldier, ignore his own fears and traumas? That's exactly what everyone wants. But you were never known for following orders...

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{Marvel Masterlist}

Forgiveness

“I know everything.” He says and steps closer. The Soldier doesn't seem angry, doesn't sound angry. “Your brother told me.”

But still, you can't move. The weight of your guilt, of your wrong decisions, every single one of them, keeps you pressed against the wall, an abundance of tears covering your cheeks, rolling down. “I-I'm s-so sorry...” You stutter, sobs taking over as you cover your mouth with a hand. “I-I was scared. I didn't know what to do so I ran.”

When he starts moving, closer, you don't know what he'll do. You're waiting for him to yell at you, and he'd have every right to. You deprived him and Bucky of the development and growth of their child. They both should be angry.

But when the Soldier is close enough, he looks down, at your belly, and softly touches it, his big hand warming you up immediately. “I understand how you feel. I felt that way many times. You broke my heart, yes, but you had a reason to run. It wasn't just because you wanted to.”

“I thought I lost Bucky. I probably did and you were right. Steve was right, everyone was right... I shouldn't have kept all those secrets from Bucky. But then I...” He looks up at you, a hand touching your cheek, wiping the tears away. “...I was so sad and scared and I felt guilty. I couldn't deal with it. I'm such a coward. So I ran. I'm so sorry.”

“You need to talk to the other guy.”

“N-no.” Shaking your head, you hold his arm. “He's mad at me, I... I'm not ready to face him. W-we can make it work. Even if he hates me...” Saying this breaks your heart because you didn't fall in love with only one half. You love both, and you don't want to have one without the other. But you created this, so now the only thing you can do is try to make the best of the situation. “You and I are still together... Right?”

He smiles, kindly, moving even closer until his forehead is touching yours. “I'm here with you... Always. But you need to fix things for him. And for that, I'll let him come. Just this time. For you.”

“N-no, Soldier. Please I don't–” He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath and you feel his body tensing up. “Please...”

Then, when his stare finds yours again... All you can see is sadness. As of you can see his broken heart through his eyes.

The Soldier never did this. He never allowed Bucky to take over, there was always a fight.

But you can't do this. You want to run again, further away this time. Maybe to Japan or Australia. Crying all over again, you avert your eyes, unable to sustain his stare. “Go ahead, yell at me. I know you want to. And I know I deserve.” The words flow out, as you gather the little courage you still have. “So go ahead.”

Instead of the yellings, everything you feel is his hand on your belly, softly caressing, as if you're made of glass. “I can't believe it's been so long,” Bucky says in a low voice. “When you left the baby was just... Such a little thing and now–.”

“On week thirty-three the baby is the size of a celery.” You mutter, taking a deep breath. He lost so much... He ought to know things like these, you think. “Around seventeen inches, four pounds.”

“All that?” You can hear a small smile in his voice.

“Yes. They're, Mmm... Compressing my lungs a little at this point. Or so says the internet.”

“And you're in here all alone. Far from the world.” His tone is bossy now, and you bite your lip not to smile. You forgot how much you love it, the way he speaks when you're doing something bad for your health.

“What did you want me to do?”

“Stay. And talk to me.”

“Talk? You were spitting fire. I got scared and... And if you wanted to end things I'd die and knowing that I deserve it only makes everything worse and the guilt was suffocating me and–”

“Breathe.” He says, holding both your arms. That's when you finally look up at him. “Breathe, (Y/N).” Nodding, you move with him when he starts guiding you to the couch. “Sit.”

Slowly, you do as he says, sighing. “I made a lot of bad decisions. And saying I'm sorry isn't enough so... I thought maybe disappearing would help but it didn't.”

“I'm sorry I yelled at you. After you left, I... Couldn't stop thinking about how scared you were. I never thought I'd be the one to make you feel like that.”

“I deserved it, Bucky.”

“It's not about what you deserved. I shouldn't have lashed out at you like that, it doesn't matter what happened. I love you. And... Despite the odd situation, I had just found out you were carrying my child. I should have-”

“What now, Bucky?” Cutting him off, you ask. “That was six months ago. Now... You're here. And I missed you like hell and... I need to know what happens now.” More tears roll down because you're terrified of the answer. Maybe he can forgive you, or just let it go for the sake of the child, but whatever you once had, it's over. “I-it doesn't matter what, I won't stop you from being a father. Our child comes first so even if we're not–”

“Didn't you hear what I just said?” He questions, taking your hand. “I love you. And I was furious, yes, but not having you with me for so long showed me exactly what the Soldier felt when he proposed to you. And what you felt when he ran, before you said yes. The need to have you, the suffocating sensation of not looking at you every single day... I got it, the desperation. I love you, I want you, I need you.”

You're crying even more now, looking into his eyes. God, how much you missed his eyes, looking at you. “S-so you forgive me?”

“Of course, doll.” He wipes your tears away, pulling you into a hug. Your belly kind of gets in the way, and that makes him chuckle. “Is it a boy or a girl?”

“I don't know yet... I want it to be a surprise.” Bucky moves, and before you can notice, he's picking you up, walking to the bedroom, which he doesn't have much trouble finding.

He settles you down on the bed, and lies down behind you, being the big spoon, a strong arm securing you against him. “Have you thought about names?”

“I was playing with the letter J.” You say, eyes closing, at the sensation you missed so much takes over you. Being in his arms, feeling warm and safe. “Jayden if it's a boy, Jeanine if it's a girl.”

“Why not honor your grandfather if it's a boy?”

“William... It's a beautiful name.”

“It is. And I like Jeanine.”

“Mhmm...” You mutter, feeling as sleep takes over you.

Bucky places a kiss on your neck. “Get some rest. I'll call Tony tomorrow and he will send a ship to us.”

“Alright. Good night, love.”

“Good night, you two.”

•••

You're awakened by a nice smell and an odd noise. Rubbing your eyes, you take in the morning light, sitting up and stretching your arms. The memories of last night come back, and you're off, walking to the kitchen to find him there.

He's really back. He's here.

“B-Bucky?” You call in a low voice. When he turns to you, you can't help but smile, relieved. “Good morning.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Good, all things considered.” Moving to the kitchen table, you sit down, sighing. “Baby kicked the whole night.”

“I know. I spent the whole night feeling it.” He says, turning at you. “I'm making breakfast. But the ship got here earlier.”

“Yeah...” You mutter, eyes locked on him. This still seems too good, and you still feel guilty. “Bucky, I–”

“Doll, don't.” He puts the plates down, sitting on the chair next to you. “What happened was... Crazy. And I was angry and you were wrong to do that but I chose to forgive you. Because I love you and I want a family with you. I wanted that since... I don't know. Maybe since the first time I saw you so I won't throw this away because I'm angry.” His voice is low, and he takes your hand, placing a soft kiss on your knuckles. “Anger vanishes, and the feelings I have for you, the love I bear you... Is so, so much bigger, (Y/N).”

“Thank you, Bucky. I... It's quite complicated but I fell in love with you and with your other half. And I don't want one without the other. This isn't usual, I know.” You giggle, reaching out your hand to caress his jaw. “But well, we both live among super-soldiers, a guy who controls thunders, a scientist who gets green when angry, a woman who moves things around and it's married to an infinity stone brought to life, so... I could go on, but the point is that we're not usual people.”

“I thank the heavens every day for everything that lead me to you. Even the hell I went through. If I knew I'd end up here, with you... I'd do it all over again.”

You're crying. Again. But of joy this time.

Getting up, you pull him to you, hugging his midsection. “God, I love you. I love you so damn much. I'll never leave you again, I promise. I'll never lie or keep things from you.”

“It goes both ways, doll.” He says, a hand caressing your hair. “I promise to be honest with you, always.”

Smiling, you pull away just enough to look at him, and you stand on your toes to place a kiss on his lip. And that's when a knock gets your attention.

“Mr. and Mrs. Barnes. We're here for you.” A female voice says, and you know she came with the ship to take you back home.

“Mrs. Barnes?” You ask, raising an eyebrow.

“I took the liberty of making it official,” Bucky says, with a face that means he's not sure if he should have done that. “Well, all I need now is your signature but I guess everyone at the compound already got it.”

“You're making me cry a lot today, do you know that?” Wiping more tears away, you kiss him again, ignoring the second knock. “Let's have breakfast on the ship. I wanna go home.”

“Then let's go home.”

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Before I Leave You (Pt.4)

(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: Yoongi makes his choice, so does Moonbyul.

Pairing: Beta! Yoongi, Omega! Reader, Omega! Jungkook, Omega! Seokjin, Alpha! Namjoon, Alpha! Hoseok, Alpha! Taehyung, Alpha! Jimin,

Tags: Graphic material, Death, Murder, Dead bodies and dying described in detail, brief suicide attempt, suicidal thoughts, depression, DARK THEMES, guilt, blood, a touch of blood kink? drugs, murder/crime themes, guilt, kinda fuck or die vibes? finally fluff at the end, mating marks, 

W/c: 7.1k

A/n: here is the moment you’ve all been waiting for! the big d word moment!!! my carpal tunnel is acting up, I will probably not be able to get the next chapter out for a few days or until next week. Chronologically the next chapter continues after part 1. 

(PLEASE READ TAGS FOR CW BEFORE YOU PROCEED)

Previous part — Masterlist

Part 4: If I Have You 

Pulling the trigger is the easiest thing you’ve ever done. 

Geumjae’s body flinches back from the force of the bullet. The ceiling splattering with the spray of his blood. It hits the side of your face too, your white shirt crested with red at the shoulders, dripping down your throat along with the blood from your mating bite. It’s a percussive splatter, noisy as it hits the wall.

People never talk about how blood gets everywhere during a murder. Yoongi is unable to stop his flinch when Geumjae’s brain matter and viscera splatter against him, just a little. 

Yoongi didn't think you'd actually do it. 

He watches you shove the body away from you, hard, what's left of his head, an empty vessel, hitting the floor with a hollow thud. His hands leave you for the last time, but the pain isn't finished. 

Yoongi barely has the forethought to lunge forward, knees scraping, wrestling the gun out of your hand before you can turn it on yourself. The barrel of the gun is hot when Yoongi's hands close around it and yank it away from your own temple. The smell of burning skin joins the metallic scent of murder. Your scent is a mess- it’s barely had a chance to mix with Geumjae’s burning wood-burning bread and wrath, rainstorms, and gunpowder. 

He shouts your name but you don't respond. 

Yoongi yanks the gun from your hands, probably hurting your fingers but panicked when he hurls the gun to the other side of the room and takes your hands in his, wrestling with you and screaming your name until the fight goes out of you. 

You’re hyperventilating when you stop struggling. Both of your wrists pinned above your head in both of Yoongi’s hands, his knees pressing your legs to stillness in a way that could be sexual but isn't- it's the easiest way for him to restrain you- both sprawled on the bloody floor. Yoongi’s crying, tears dripping down his nose, every other drop shines pink from what's on his face.  

“Yoongi please- please just let me go- I don’t want to become a ghost- I don't wanna become a walking corpse.” The way you look breaks his heart, your neck so bruised and bloody, your face swelling too from Geumjae’s hits. The way your eyes hold only darkness and no warmth as you look at him and beg- beg him to let you take your life. Your pupils are so small he can't see them at all. 

“Let me die Yoongi- please just- if you do one thing for me- let do this. let me go."

Yoongi looks at your mating mark and can already see the thin tracery of ink spreading under your skin- inky blackness spreading from your mating bite and up your throat. A piece of someone who’s dead inside of you, shot through with silver to make it stand out more. 

It’s like some silly zombie bite in a bad horror movie but it’s so much more haunting, The veins in your eyes are even starting to discolor. You have maybe a few minutes before the mating bite takes you over completely and you’re mated to someone dead.

Zombie movies were nothing more than fear of this taking root in common culture, everyone fears losing their mate. What else is more terrifying than something that takes your humanity in the way that this has taken yours. This is every person’s worst nightmare- a death sentence.  

‘Ghosts’ are what society has dubbed the women and men who live after losing their partners. Most of the time they live without alpha or a pack- unable to bond to anyone else ever again once their mates are dead. Mating bites are a one-time thing. 

When one-half of a mated pair dies- a person's body has a peculiar way of letting outsiders know how to treat them gently- The mating mark turns black like a brand. A mark to let everyone know that they would never have another person to take care of them- to love them.

But you aren’t alone- you’re not alone because you have Yoongi and he’s right here with his wide palms on you. Hands that where always made to fix things, but you aren’t just some broken toy that needs a bit of glue.  He’s too late, just seconds too late and only inches away. 

He grips both of your forearms in either of his palms hands, pulling you closer. Making you sit up, dragging you into his lap like carrying your weight in his arms will fix this. Anything to hold onto you- to not lose you too soon. 

"Stop- just stop, I've got you- I've got you," Yoongi repeats it more for himself than he does for you.

But there are wounds in your body that can’t be fixed by simple hoping. There is a limit to what one person can take. Despair is one hell of a drug and while Yoongi fights and fights there is no undoing what Geumjae has done to you.

But maybe…

Yoongi dares to hope; “It’s only a half bond if we-“ he falls silent as the idea settles over him like a bucket of cold water. His brain rushing over everything he’s ever learned about mating bites and beta’s; all of the statistics and articles that Namjoon had shoved down his throat when Jungkook had first stopped having seizures. 

The medical mystery that betas were; how they were able to heal unseen hurts and maybe- maybe this was like that. Maybe the solution to this problem lays in Yoongi’s veins, in his mouth. 

His jaw aches at the very suggestion of it.  “I’m a beta- and betas don’t usually mark- because- because they’re stronger than alpha and omega bites.” 

It’s the only truth that makes sense. All of the stories of omegas and alphas going crazy after being bitten by betas, not being able to move from them too far, extreme clinginess- a bond that was too close, too strong, stronger than anything else in their life. You weren’t supposed to bond with someone so deep, the bite almost seemed to do more harm than good. 

But you’re already dying and there isn’t much worse that could happen to you.

You don't have anything to lose but Yoongi does. You shake yourself free from his arms and pull back. Recoiling from what he’s offering to do for you; tether him to you forever when you might not make it. 

You can already feel the mating mark taking hold- It's already starting to cloud your judgment, deep down, the part of you that cares if you survive this is already winking out. The blankness sinking through your every inch, The emptiness. You’d be surprised if you lifted your hand to your chest and found your heart still beating. 

“Yoongi- No- you don’t have to- you’ve already got a pack and don’t- don’t bind yourself to someone like me.”

It’s the same argument that you had before but there’s no force behind it- every stupid excuse you had for him not to love you is moot now that your husband is dead next to you. But you're done; Every breath takes more effort than it should and you feel so heavy. You look down at your lap and feel the lethargy sinking beneath your bones like lead. Hidden hands gripping around your throat cutting off your words.

You feel like you’re choking on something. 

You’ve felt depressed before (how could you not have given what your life was like before Yoongi). And having a mating mark from someone deceased feels like that but worse, like it's turned up by a factor of three. A weird mixture of dizzy, absent, and dissociative. You have never felt less connected to your own body, it feels foreign.

You are nothing but a soul inside a body, craving release. A thread of black that wants to tug you down to where ever Geumjae is now. 

The sinking sadness says to you with gentle hands- this is a fine spot. You can just sit here, It’s okay. You don’t have to move, you can just sit here until you die. As long as no one bothers you and hurts you again, you could just sit here, as long as it was quiet and peaceful. Things don't even have to be good, you don't need good things, you just need it to not hurt anymore. Until the earth reclaims you like it takes abandoned buildings. 

 A sharp pain that goes through your heart, an ache so deep that it speaks to cavernous places, wakes monsters that you didn’t know where there. 

You’ve never really wanted to die before, maybe as a passing thought- but didn’t everyone think that way? it’s so different now- where the thoughts are all consuming, running over your words in your head like oil spreading and staining cloth. 

Die- want to die- want- want- want die- wanna go- wanna be quiet- wanna fall asleep and not wake up- want to- 

But if you decided to lay here and not get up again, Yoongi would stay too.

He would try and get you to move, probably beg and try to get you to live. Even if he never bit you, he’d stay next to you until the end, just to hold your hand so that you didn’t have to be completely alone. You thought dying would feel more lonely,  But maybe it doesn't feel that way because Yoongi’s here. 

His hand closes around yours, his thumb rubbing soothing circles as he cries. And you think if you want one thing; it's for him to stop crying. Out of all people- Yoongi doesn't deserve the hurt (but maybe you're biased because you love him).

That tips the scale in his favor.

Geumjae’s blood is pooling on the floor. His body gives a twitch, the last remnants of his misfiring nerves as he dies. You feel the painful jerk in your mating bond. Yoongi watches the muscles of your neck twitch. 

Neither you nor Yoongi pays him any mind. 

"You don't have to do this Yoongi." Yoongi’s hand on your cheek- is like a balm to those words, pushing them out of your head. “You can’t take it back. If I die- you could die too.”

“But I want to” he kisses your cheek- and the contact lights a flame down your neck to your touch starved heart. The heat flares to light and the next second your body and your mouth are aching to bite. Your instincts an avalanche around you begging you to complete the bond that’s tearing through you making you shake. He kisses a little closer to your lips, cheeks wet and cool against your skin.

Geumaje and Yoongi were related by blood at all, maybe your instincts can’t tell the difference. 

“I don’t care if it does- I can’t- I’m not going to just let you die” his voice breaks on the last word. Not when it was me who was too slow to save you; He won’t say the words or whisper his guilt into the open air. 

“Please sweetheart- let me.” He kisses your lips. So soft- achingly soft, Your first kiss, you wish it had happened under better circumstances.

You hate that the first kiss you and Yoongi share tastes like blood.

But there would be more- there could be more kisses if Yoongi manages to do what he’s saying he can. The mark on your shoulder is already healing, the blackness stretching to scar treacherously fast. Normal mating bites usually take a day or so to heal, but not yours, it’s already scabbing and sealing in the poision.

If you’re going to try this- if it’s going to work- it has to be now. The bond is advancing, regardless of the fact that Geumjae is barely dead, barely cooling beside the two of you.

It’s barely been 10 minutes since you shot him. And if you listen carefully- you can hear sounds in the rest of the house, maybe someone else from the gang here- about to come upstairs and discover the mess of you three. muffled voices and heavy footsteps grow louder by the second. 

Yoongi is safe but you’re not. “Yoongi,” you say, his name a broken hymn on your mouth. Musical- and Yoongi can’t think of a time when he wouldn’t want to hear it. Hoping for more of this closeness and maybe one day, a love that doesn’t hurt.

You get the feeling that even if you are broken beyond repair, this man could fix you. Wide hands and careful fingers that rub the blood away from your skin, hands made for making things and mending things when they break. And maybe you’re selfish enough to let him bind himself to you- broken as you are.

You press your forehead to his, you have to ask one more time. "Are you sure Yoongi?"

He nods, quick and small, "I'm sure." there isn’t anything in his eyes that makes you doubt him.

"Okay," you say softly, tugging him closer, tilting your chin up to the sky, your skin stings where it stretches around the mating mark. "okay. Come here then."

Your hands tangle in Yoongi’s hair as you guide his mouth to your throat, and his mouth sliding into the space where Geumjae was just minutes ago. He lingers for just half a breath before sinks his teeth over the mating mark, a little deeper- his mouth a little wider. He makes the bite a tiny bit offset.

Your breath hitches, back arching. His hands-on your waist go hard, holding you closer to him, as close as he can get you. Unlike before when Geumjae’s bite was agony, this feels like heroin- like every drug mixing together sending you up and up.

If you looked down and saw your hands were tipped in gold you wouldn’t be surprised. For a second you think you can taste colors, and then the chocolate sea salt of Yoongi settles over your tongue delicious, like ambrosia- fuck it’s so strong, it’s halfway between a headache and a high. You gasp when you feel it, feel Yoongi all over, Goosebumps rising on your arms as he touches you. The smell of ocean breeze and chocolate filling you in a way that Geumjae’s scent didn’t.

Geumjae’s bite was nothing compared to this, a whisper to a symphony. 

This must be what a mating bite feels like when you want it. You cry out. Gripping the lapels of his coat. Yoongi’s heartbeat thunders in your ears, the only thing you can hear, until the beat matches to your own, heartbeats pumping in sync.

Your blood tastes sweet and he wonders what it says about him that he likes the taste. He gulps at it- once- twice- and then a third time just to make sure the mark sticks, maybe he could suck a little bit of Geumjae out of you.

His kisses get feverish, lapping up your blood with wide laves of his tongue, moaning a little. and this time when you kiss- with your blood in his mouth, they get hurried and rushed like he can consume you, each one sweeter than the last. There is one moment of nausea, only one moment where Yoongi sees the black tracery receded and feels it dim. 

Maybe it’s not gone, but at least it's buried.

Yoongi can almost feel you, can almost feel the bond, but not yet. Your scent, it's all cake-sweet now. You kiss him until your jaw aches until your lips feel bruised. Until you know the sounds below actually are people, rushing around trying to find Geumjae. Calling out your names. 

Yoongi is the first to break apart, the room spinning. “Do me” he lifts the edge of his shirt, picking out a spot that he likes, the meat just above his hip. A spot is half-hidden by his shirt and his pants.

Not everyone likes to have their mating marks on their neck (you certainly would have chosen to have yours another place had you been given the chance). And Yoongi stretches out so that you can get your mouth on him, your mouth on the spot he wants to bind your soul to his.

He holds one of your hands in both of his hands so gently as you cup his hip and bite down, even as you begin to make out the noise of gang members coming up the attic stairs. Yoongi bites down a moan, lets you take one gasp of blood into your mouth before your teeth leave his skin.

The high rushes over him and he knows his pupils are mirrors of yours, black and dilated. He just has time to wipe his blood from your mouth and get you as close as he can, before the attic door creaks, the barrel of a gun pushing it open. And the gangsters enter the room with practiced steps.

Yoongi pulls his shirt back down just before they have a chance to see.

You play the part, slumping against him and letting him take the reigns. the people must take it for pain even though you’re shaking not with sobs, but from the feeling of Yoongi’s soul intertwining with yours. Full body shivers and something solidifying between the two of you. 

Together you shake, Yoongi is barely aware of the gangsters clearing the room. 

You feel like you can taste his thoughts, though you can’t actually hear what he's thinking. You can feel the way they tumble like small waves over each other. You feel concern and something else, something that feels an offal lot like love shoot down the fledgling bond as Yoongi’s arms pull you up, firmer against him.

It makes shivers rise on every inch of your skin, the pleasure he feels when he touches you that you're now hyper-aware of. It's what your body has been craving- the completion of the bond.

You both bleed- your blood dripping onto the floor. One part sacrament and sacred love and another part poisonous longing for a man you hated so much more than you ever loved him. This feels strange, it feels wrong, and that you have one part of you reaching out for something that’s not there. And then this- with Yoongi, right and front of you and inside of you. Completely occupying your heart and your mind and your body.

Accept for that one poisoned inch; you might not be completely his, but it's enough now, the bond with yoongi occupying those thoughts you'd had minutes before.

The gangsters don’t touch Geumjae, at least until Moonbyul enters the room, unarmed. Yoongi’s cousin eyes Yoongi from the door. There isn’t enough room in this torture room for the 12 or so gangsters and the three of you, they press against the walls, guns at the ready.

Moonbyul approaches Geumjae’s corpse, turning him over with her foot to see his blankly staring face, turning it towards the heavens instead of hell. For a moment, Yoongi thinks she might actually kick him. She plucks her pink handgun from the floor. Someone passes her a rag and she wipes it free of blood and fingerprints.

Her eyes on Yoongi are hard; a bit of mirth playing on the edge of her mouth as she plays her hand. A queen in a room full of pawns and knights, and the king underfoot. Her hand of aces. 

Betting it all on a simple game of roulette- red or black- will Yoongi challenge her or not. Yoongi doesn't miss the way her finger hovers on the trigger. 

“I suppose this entire situation would be concerning to me- if you hadn’t already named me as Don.” she nudges Geumjae's body again with her foot. "I guess he didn't take it well?"

She lies effortlessly, taking the moment to seize power. So this was what she was waiting for. Yoongi doesn’t challenge her words for fear of what she might do right now, not that he really would anyway. 

Yoongi tips his head forward in difference, “No he didn’t,” 

Moonbyul tucks her gun back into her waistband, and holds out her hand to pull yoongi to his feet. 

Yoongi takes you with him, small and still a little high in his arms. You hide your face in Yoongi’s shoulder, Holding onto him tight. You don’t know if you could take it if they tried to separate you now. 

Yoongi has to swallow to continue, struggling to think before he speaks with so many new sensations shocking his body. He's intimately aware of the way you shift in his arms, arms tightening around you at the very idea of you moving more than an inch away from him right now as you settle onto your own two feet. still a little unsteady. 

“He- he mated her against her will, and then he tried to kill us when I told him I wouldn’t- and- and after-” It’s not a lie- not really, but it still feels that way. Moonbyul doesn't need to do anything more than that to nod to call her men off, and they all relax around the room. 

They instantly fade from engaged concern to understanding. The other heads of household will probably grill Yoongi more. But you’ve both got time to get your story straight. For now, they need to clean up the body.

It helps that threatening the beta is a punishable offense; no one will question Yoongi killing him- especially since they’re brothers. Most of the families tend to think that inner house spats that family's business. Yoongi doesn’t know which of his relatives will inherit the title of head of the Min family, but it won't be Yoongi.

You’re small and silent in Yoongi’s arms, so vulnerable, he keeps you a few paces away from any of the mobsters, bites down a growl whenever any of them come too close to his mate. It’s just the mating bond making it’s self-known. You are his. No one can touch you.

Yoongi has never been a possessive man, but now he is. The mating mark tearing through him and screaming at him to protect, to provide, to nurture, and keep safe. He strokes down your back as his cousin quietly orders the others to clean up the mess and Geumjae’s body. The family has cleanup crews on call for this very reason.

They quietly offer to burn the house down to stage the death but Yoongi doesn’t care. He guesses it belongs to him now or maybe you. It depends on which bond the family will consider more important; the bonds of a half mating or the bond of brotherhood.

“I’ll handle it-“ his cousin has the good grace to offer comfort to Yoongi that way when he gets you into her car. she doesn't say anything about the dents in the side.  

Yoongi doesn’t quite hate her for any of this, but he doesn’t trust her the same way he did before either. She’s gotten what she wanted- the Don position. Plucked it from Yoongi’s hands.

“You haven’t had a chance to call the heads of house and tell them about your decision yet, but after that, you should be free to go” she reads him easily as always, The only other manipulator up to par with Yoongi himself in the gang. She knows that not an inch of Yoongi wants to stay in this house or this city a second longer.

At the idea of leaving you to straighten up in Yoongi’s lap to listen in a little more, you share a look with Yoongi. Your mate, your body sings the eye contact makes you shiver in your seat. Yoongi pulls you closer, stroking up to your arm mistakenly thinking you’re cold. You pull yourself closer to him- but it feels like you can’t get close enough, He makes a dissatisfied noise in his throat.

Yoongi will have to get used to this feeling. Like his soul is walking outside of his body. It feels incredibly vulnerable and intimate- He can feel your panic, how physically you’re being torn apart right now, every few minutes you shake. Yoongi puts your legs over his and holds you close. Watching your face closely for every twinge of pain as the lights of the city flicker over you two.

The meeting with the heads of house is tense, though the usual group of is two short now, standing only at eleven members now that Geumjae is gone and Moonbyul is named Don. You cannot be Don and a head of house at the same time.

It takes every bone in Yoongi’s body to let you be taken into the other room by Moonbyul’s mate to check over your injuries. He stops her with a hand on her shoulder. He catches Moonbyul’s nostrils flare, but she doesn’t say anything. “Would you look at her bruises for me?”

Later Yoongi will check them himself, again and again until he's sure you're all right. But the sooner you get ice on the nastier bruises the better off you’ll be. Someone should look at your ribs and your head too- he has half a mind to take you to the hospital before you leave the city. He doesn’t know how long it will be before you’re stationary again. He’d stay in the city tonight if you needed to. But he can feel your panic down the bond, The sooner you both get out of here the better.

With Geumjae dead there is no true opposition against his cousin's rule. She stands at the head of the table like she’s meant to be there. And still- the heads of the families talk through the night, kicking the non-proverbial dead horse into the ground. There is little mourning for Geumjae, one granny who cries faintly in the other room while the heads argue. Yoongi supposes he should look more upset, but no one pays attention to him now that he’s made his choice.

No, what they spend most of the time discuss is you. Sat in the other room, able to hear all of this, the men and woman weighing your fate and deciding what to do with you. If Yoongi listens, he can hear Hyejin’s quiet voice. Can feel your discomfort as the ice hits your ribs, maybe broken, definitely badly bruised.

Yoongi flinches every time he feels the pain pulse down the bond. Maybe in time, it will feel less sensitive but right now- Yoongi can feel your hurts just as bad as he can feel his own. A part of him is reaching out into the other room, screaming in his ear to go comfort his mate.  

He has a mate. Yoongi can scarcely believe it.

The gangsters around the table remain blissfully unaware of that fact. Most of the heads are on the same page, and he won’t reveal his mating mark unless he absolutely needs to, he will let that secret stay secret unless necessary. It’s a good bargaining chip. They wouldn’t kill you if they knew it was going to kill him too. But still- it’s hard to hear them argue over your fate when he can’t intervene.

“You know the rules- no divorces and no separations,” one alpha says, he’s older- nearing 60, but Yoongi can’t excuse that cruelty with age. The youngest, the head of the Ahn house does the rebutting for Yoongi, and he bites his tongue.

“But it wouldn’t be a divorce; she’s his widow now and his ex-mate technically.”

“Yes but that’s only a half bond.” There is only one omega head, and the woman snubs her long cigarette out on the table leaving an ashy circle 

“It’s only the alpha bite that matters- or have you forgotten?”

To her credit, the omega doesn't back down. “Chances are she’ll die anyway why are we even talking about her, we should start transitioning already.”

“That’s easy to say- if she’s got nothing left to lose what’s to stop her from going to the police.”

“I can keep an eye on her,” Yoongi volunteers, jumping at the chance to turn the discussion to his favor. They can all go fuck themselves if they ever dare to try and hurt you. “You say she’s as good as dead anyway. So you shouldn't mind if she comes with me.” 

The likelihood of anyone living after their mate dies is in the teens. Yoongi knew that and even then he bonded to you anyway. He can only hope that with his bite coursing through your veins and your body confused that you’ve got better odds than that. Yoongi did what he promised to do, now your odds are both 50/50. “I’ll make sure she doesn’t go to the police.”

Through the bond he can feel your curiosity and a little bit of fear too, you’re listening in. And he does his best to let his calmness comfort you too. Your panic instantly relaxes and he senses you reaching out. If you were next to Yoongi you’d be holding hands, and it kind of feels that way. If you could ever hold hands with someone’s soul.

“You realize that if you make her your responsibility, anything bad that happens will fall on your head as well” their betas might be sacred- but they aren’t free from the rest of the laws of the gang.

“I understand.” The Don lifts her head, regarding Yoongi with a heavy look. “She’s his widow and whether we want to address it now or not, the law says she’s inherited his wealth.”

It's met with immediate opposition, several heads of house start speaking over each other at once,  but Yoongi speaks up again, shouting over them. A beta raising their voice is about as strange as one giving or getting a mating bite, everyone falls silent. “Give it to me or her- I don’t care.”

another few minutes and they’re ready to let you go. they vote on it, and only 3 out of 11 heads vote to have you killed. Moonbyul gives the all clear, “Then you’re free to go.” Yoongi doesn’t even say goodbye, going to you in the other room just as quickly as he can without outright running. The Don’s mate is crouched in front of where you sit. Your body is mostly clean of blood and you’ve been put in other clothes; a pair of sweats and a baggy shirt.

Yoongi can see all the bruises on the side of your face turning purple and Yoongi wants to cup your face and bring it to his, kiss away the pain coloring your skin like watercolors, but can’t do it here. “Do we need to go to the hospital?” 

“Not for her but maybe for you, no ones checked you over yet, have they?”

yoongi grits his teeth, seconds away from snapping at hyejin, he wants her to get away, get as far from you as possible. “i asked if she needed the hospital.” 

Hyejin stands when Yoongi crouches. shaking her head when it becomes clear yoongi isn’t to be argued with right now. “There’s something wrong with her- but I think you know what” her eyes hover on Yoongi’s hip.

 So at least she’s figured it out. She has the good sense to utter the words quietly. Though the people in the other room aren’t concerned with Yoongi anymore, they’ve already launched into discussions about transitioning power and re-defining responsibilities. It seems Moonbyul had a plan on how she wanted the family to run from the beginning.  

He shakes off his annoyance, “Thank you,” he says to the omega, holding out a hand to you, which you take, still not saying anything. Tiredness holding you down to the chair. The same kind of look you’d had when Geumjae had died. The mating mark has been taped over but some of the blackness is still there. Yoongi wonders when it will fade, if it ever does.

“I wish I could say I’ll see you soon but I don’t think I will.” You and Yoongi nod, your hands twined between the two of you. She knows that neither you nor Yoongi has a love for the gang. No one stops you and Yoongi when you leave the house. Immediately hailing a taxi. You stop only at Yoongi’s safe house for a spare 20 minutes, while he packs up a fraction of his belongings in a hurried rush, anything to get out before someone tries to change their mind.

If Geumjae had any hidden loyalists the beta that killed him and his runaway wife would be the first targets. Let alone their reaction if they knew who had really killed Geumjae. The quicker the two of you get away from the city the better.

You end up at the train station, Yoongi breaks the bracelets off of your wrist- the same ones that he saw you wear on you the first night- and the ones that he’s always thought looked like shackles. He yanks at them as hard as he can until they snap; kissing your wrist after each one is off. You throw them over the side of the chain-link fence and into the darkness- to be lost forever you hope. The symbols of all you’ve lost.

When you get on the train, you cuddle close under Yoongi’s jacket and into his warmth. He’s a protective barrier between you and the third seat that thankfully remains empty this late into the night it’s so late it’s nearly early morning. Most of the train is empty besides an elderly couple at the front. Regardless, the two of you sit behind them. Yoongi can’t take his eyes off of the potential threat. Actually flinches when the conductor comes around to stamp your tickets.

You head off into the night- your little box of light in a sea of street lamps and hidden dangers. You almost fall asleep a few times, head bobbing as you catching yourself before it hits his shoulder. After the third time this happens he pulls you in close, tucks your head close to his scent gland, and commands “sleep” in a voice that you cannot disobey.

Eventually, you wake, the car is bright with the midday sun and the car is half full. Yoongi’s eyes are bloodshot as they train on every passenger who comes in and leaves your train car. Yoongi holds your hand, rubbing his thumb up and down the back in an endless trail. A conductor opens the door of your train car to pass through, bunching a few tickets here and there from the new passengers who have boarded the train.

He passes by where you're bundled and Yoongi flinches so hard it wakes you fully. his shoulder accidentally nudging a bruise on your cheek, He murmurs his apologies, panicked hands fussing over you. He could feel that he hit one of your bruises and the horror of hurting you make him wide-eyed and worried. You catch his hands, pressing the pads of them to your lips. Yoongi's hands shake as they touch you, hours later, he's still high on adrenaline. 

“You need to sleep Yoongi” it’s been a long few days for both of you.

He doesn’t answer with more than a grunt. But you get off the train at the next stop and it’s nearing noon by the time the two of you stumble across the street to a motel, and it’s shitty and smells like cigarettes and the lady at the front desk asks if you need the hourly rate or the daily rate. Though she does give you a discount because Yoongi’s a beta. Eyeing the blood-soaked collar of his jacket and the bloody bandages on your neck.

You should be holed up somewhere safe away from prying eyes to adjust to your new mating bite- not in a hotel where the smells of other people assault your nose. Making you press close to Yoongi because everything smells so new and scary. Like your senses have been turned up and only Yoongi can quell their sensitivity.

you don’t realize that the attendant gave you two beds until you get to the room. you both stare blankly before you cough and separated. the closeness too much now that you’re alone and free from threats. Though it doesn't feel that way. 

you hate it- you don’t want to curl up across the room from Yoongi- you want to be next to him. you almost whimper when he He steps away to the other bed to set down his backpack. You want to cry, your skin feels irritated and itchy without his pressed to yours. You want him to touch you but you can’t stay it. Don’t know how to ask around the thickness in your throat.

He gets a clean shirt from his black backpack and helps you put it on so that you don’t irritate the mating bite. You can’t lift either of your arms much and neither can he but he pushes through the pain for you. He only has 2 or three sets of clothes that he grabbed from the cottage, and it’s all you’ve got.

“We’ll get some more clothes for you tomorrow.” He doesn’t say that you should have grabbed some of your clothes- because you both know you couldn’t handle staying in that house a second more than was necessary. You barely thought to linger long enough to grab your purse, which thankfully had everything you really need in it. 

Somehow he has athletic tape in his bag, and he spends a few minutes changing out your soaked through bandages, bundling up toilet paper, and taping it over your mating bite. Only after yours is taken care of does he let you do the same for his bite on his hip, and the burns on his hands. 

You pull his pants off and then his boxers down just enough so that you can get at it, small from your mouth, the skin around it irritated and pink. You try not to let your eyes hover on the small happy trail that traces from his belly button downwards. The band on his boxers is stained with blood- and you wonder how much it hurt to have it dig into it all day.

You curl up in separate beds, and only when you’re under the covers do you slide off your pants. leaving you only in a large shirt that smells like yoongi.  Yoongi does the same, says “goodnight” and shuts off the light but doesn’t turn away from you, keeping his eyes on you in the darkness. 

You’re silent for a few minutes, but you can tell that neither of you is falling asleep. Your bed feels cold and you wonder if he feels the same, you let the distance hurt for a minute before you give in.  

"Thank fucking god-" He peels back the blanket for you the second you make the move and dash across the cold room. you scoot into his warmth and he lets out a little ‘oof’ when you collide. Letting him pull you closer, put the blanket over your back, and make sure all of your skin is covered.

It’s not enough for Yoongi and he pulls you sideways so that he can get some of his weight on top of you. A growl building in his chest at the thought of anyone walking through the door right now.

He needs to check the lock, make sure that no one can possibly disturb you. Needs to- the instinct filling him so harshly he can’t breathe. He tries to pull away, but your hands tighten on him, and you let out a whine so heartbreaking that instantly has him releasing comforting chocolate, flopping back on top of you nuzzling under your chin, you feel like you’re drowning in it. 

Your love with Yoongi is still too new and raw to be close like this without feeling shy- and yet you can’t resist, your mating bond is like a fresh burn that you can’t stop picking at because it hurts. (Like there’s something dead there that you need to get rid of, you can’t heal around, you need to tear it out so that it feels more like bleeding rather than something that was carved out by hungry heat.) You fiddle with the bandage at your neck before Yoongi takes your hand in his, lacing your fingers together.

For a moment, you crave the release that blood might give you- and like he can feel it. Yoongi presses a kiss to the back of your hand. “Couldn’t sleep?” Yoongi says. You shake your head. The motel creeks and overhead you can hear someone else moving in an adjacent room. Yoongi gets his head on your pillow and adjusts his hand around your waist so that he’s not hitting the vicious bruise that Geumjae left with one of his kicks.

The last 24 hours have been such a tangle. It feels weird to not move now. Yoongi’s heart is still hammering; you can feel it under your palm. You’re both unwilling to relax and close your eyes even for a second even though you’re both exhausted.

You’re worried if you close your eyes you’re going to see Geumjae's face.

Yoongi left the light in the bathroom on for you. Sensing that the shadows would be too thick with nightmares for you to handle for long. You look at each other in the darkness before Yoongi lets out a shaky little giggle.

“Do you know what I just realized?” he says, the words quieted against the too scratchy bedspread. “We could have gotten a better hotel, we easily have enough money for it now” and that’s true.

If Yoongi’s orders were followed and the gang's accountant really did transfer all of your inherited wealth to your name then- fuck- both of you saw the bank statements. Both of you know how much money Yoongi’s family had amassed- the same wealth that Geumjae had inherited and now you.

“Fuck you’re right,” you say, ducking in so that you don’t have to meet Yoongi’s eyes. Geumjae used to hit you sometimes if you did that- and trained habits die-hard. 

yoongi kisses your brow, slow little pecks that travel down your cheeks, as unhurried as they are sweet. It's strange to be close to him now when it’s all you’ve wanted for the last few months. You never thought you’d get this. It feels like a daydream and a nightmare all at once.

“We could buy a whole house- or three” and even then you’d have more than enough money to live on after. For the rest of your days, comfortable and cozy even if you were foolish with the money. Yoongi still gets his stipend from the gang. No doubt to be greater now that he’s the only beta.

He stops his kisses, mouth hovering on your cheek, “We could do that.” he sounds like he’s barely containing his excitement. 

You’ll both be fine. Neither of you will ever have to worry about money again and it makes you feel sick and happy with something that feels a terrible lot like grief.

Even if you got that- the last 24 hours haven’t been worth it. You’re not entirely out of the woods yet. The mark on your shoulder is scabbing over and inky. But every few hours of closeness that the two of you have- Yoongi think’s he sees the color fade- just a little bit.

You don’t know where the giggle comes from but one moment it comes out of your mouth and you laugh, and Yoongi joins in the sound startling out of his chest. He presses his forehead tight against yours and sighs at the sound. You see the moment clarity falls on him and an idea settles into his mind the second it hits. And dim happiness settles over your bond.

Yoongi lifts your hand to his mouth and kisses your bruised knuckles. “Let's buy a house.”

You smile- tired from today but still willing to placate him. “Okay Yoongi, we can do that.”

Now finally, his eyes are starting to droop, every few seconds he tries to keep them open, but you know he's seconds away from sleep. His words slurred when they whisper, his sweet chocolaty breath tickling your cheeks. “Goodnight sweetheart- love you.”

“Love you too,” it’s the first time you’ve ever said those words to each other. It feels like the first of many times you’ll say it. Forever- you and Yoongi will be mated together until you both die. And who cares if that happens tomorrow or months from now. Who cares? Because you have him and that’s all that matters.

Yoongi holds you and knows- that he will love you- as long as he can.

He watches you sleep, waits until your eyes are closed. Until he can make sure you’re safe and warm. A gentle purring fills the hotel room, soft and peaceful. yoongi hears it louder when he presses his ear to your chest. He tries to keep his eyes open, but somewhere around the second hour- they fall closed.

Neither of you dream.

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Dancing with Our Hands Tied

Pairing: Pierre Luc Dubois x Reader

A/N: this is a multi-part fic for PLD!!! we all simped over him for a hot minute and i decided to capitalize on it because i mean......... look at him. so, enjoy a little enemies to lovers trope w/ one of my favorite frenchmen. PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!! and thank you to @bandgirlsclub​ for all the help w/ my lil writers block. love u bb. she elevated my dialogue so much. if you don’t follow her, please go follow her now. and then enjoy chapter one!

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Pierre didn’t like you because you didn’t like him and no one disliked Pierre Luc Dubois, especially in the city of Columbus. He was a legend. He was the star player, the future of the Blue Jackets. Everyone loved him, except you, so he hated you.

The feud started during his rookie season. He marched into the city of Columbus with his shoulders squared, his head held high, and his ego the size of Nationwide Arena itself. On his very first night out with your friend group, he’d gotten you kicked from a club after starting a fight and then poured his entire drink down your back as you waited for Ubers on the curb.

Out of frustration, you ended up foregoing the car to walk home, despite the protests that came from the other boys. And Pierre laughed as you walked away, amused by the liquid stain on the back of your favorite going out shirt.

No apology ever came, and that was a wrap on any potential friendship with him.

Three years later, nothing changed. Though these days, as Pierre’s comfort around you rebounded, he didn’t avoid you and instead made it his job to antagonize you whenever you were around. He made comments about your outfits, flirted with your friends that had clearly been told to steer clear of him, and fucked up your drink orders whenever he bought rounds for the group. Mostly, you took it in stride with a few choice curse words slung his way, but over time you started to antagonize him right back.

“Asshole at three o’clock.”

It took a moment, but your eyes followed the metaphorical clock of the bar and fell on the group of Blue Jackets pushing their way through the crowd. Leading the way was Pierre sporting a cocky smirk on his lips. He made his way around the group of girls, hugging each one before reaching you and ultimately opting not to say hello and just head for the bar. As soon as he stepped away you were making retching noises with your mouth.

“Back at it again, I see,” Josh Anderson spoke as he wrapped his arms over your shoulders. “You two would get along really well if only you tried.”

“I don’t want to try,” you responded. This earned the laughter of their other teammates, Seth and Boone, as they sat in the open seats at your bar top and joined the conversation that had been on hold for hugs hello.

When Pierre returned to the table, he was toting a tray of drinks. One by one, he placed each glass down with its rightful owner until the last two remained. And then he placed a Shirley Temple in front of you.

“It’s virgin.”

“Just like you,” you spat. While the table erupted in laughter, you stood to get a drink of your own. Preferably one that was heavy on the liquor.

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Despite everything else, going out with him wasn’t all bad because after a while he just got distracted. He would slink away from the group and find himself surrounded by a bunch of local university students and you were free to enjoy your night without him chirping in your ear. While Pierre and Seth scouted the bar for hot single girls, you stayed back at the booth with your girlfriends, Josh, and Boone.

Drinks flowed as easily as the conversation, as usual, and up until about 11 p.m. there was nowhere else you’d’ve rather been. Until Charlie texted you.

“Uh oh, Chuck’s at it again.”

Josh was peaking over your shoulder.

“Would you stop being nosey?” you growled, angling your body away from him so he couldn’t read your texts—most of which were ‘u up’ texts. “And stop calling him Chuck. It makes it sound like I’m sleeping with a father of three.”

“You might as well be,” Boone said. He dodged the rolled-up napkin you sent his way with a chuckle.

The boys always liked to chirp you for your taste in guys, but Charlie was by far their favorite to make fun of because of the eight-year age gap you shared.

“Remember when YN would stay out past midnight?” Boone mused.

“Yeah, I do,” Josh sighed dreamily. “But then she got wifed up by a silver fox.”

“A silver fox?” you asked, trying your hardest to suppress the grin on your lips. “He has black hair.”

“That’s because he probably dyes it.”

More giggles fell from their mouths until you glared at them and their mouths snapped shut.

You met Charlie on a dating app and while things hadn’t progressed past that one night of dinner and drinks, you didn’t mind the casual sex that resulted from it. It was exactly what you needed at this point of your life—no strings attached.

I just called you a car. Should be there in 10 minutes.

You took the final swig of your drink and stood. The boys’ eyes followed your movement, knowing smiles on their lips.

“I’ll see you guys later this week, yeah?”

You said your goodbyes, ignoring the last-minute jabs the boys wanted to get in, and began to search the bar for Seth. You spotted him at a table across the bar with a gaggle of petite girls and Pierre by his side. The moment you looked over at them, Pierre caught your eye.

You started walking over as he checked the time on his watch. 11:45 p.m. You never left before midnight.

Seth opened his arms as you approached and you folded into them as you said your goodbyes. Something about the interaction had Pierre turning away to talk to the girls they’d met. It was the same pit in his stomach type of feeling he got whenever you were around, whenever you embraced the other boys with a quick peck on the cheek or laughed at one of their shitty jokes.

He heard you say your final goodbye to Seth and your shoulder brushed against his back unknowingly as you avoided saying goodbye to him. He almost let you go unbothered, but his need to talk to you just once more was overwhelming. At the very last second, he turned and caught your elbow.

“Who’s got you running off before midnight, Cinderella?”

“It’s funny you think you deserve an answer to that question,” you growled, pulling your arm out of his grasp in disgust. He leaned back against the table with a smile. Your eyes flickered to the girls behind him, one with a glare set on you as she sipped her drink. 

A lightbulb went off above your head.

You stepped forward, squeezing yourself between Pierre and Seth’s bodies to get a word in with the girls around the table. 

“Can I offer you all some free advice?” you asked, even though you were going to give it to them anyway. “This one,” you spoke, nodding to Pierre. You dropped your voice to a whisper and the girls inched forward to catch your words. “He’s been around the block, if you know what I mean. I’d make sure he wraps it before he taps it. Who knows the last time he’s gotten tested?”

You slipped out from between the boys, ignoring the curses that fell from Pierre’s lips as you walked away.

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You left Charlie’s at 7 the next morning. Although you tried not to make a habit of sleeping at his apartment, there were some nights that you ignored the voice inside your head. You dressed yourself in the outfit from the night before and stepped into his bathroom to check your make-up and fix your hair before allowing the world to see you in all your one night stand glory.

Last night was one of the worst nights you’d spent with him. He was off from the moment you got in the door to the moment he fell asleep after finishing. You ended up completely unsatisfied and if you hadn’t been as tired as you were, you probably would’ve gone home to bring your own self to orgasm since he so clearly couldn’t.

As you shut his front door behind you, another door in the hall shut. You looked up to see which neighbor had entered the hallway and immediately felt your stomach drop.

“This? This is the place you ran off to last night?” Pierre was standing at the next door over. He looked astounded, eyes flickering between you and the door you’d just come out of. “You’re fucking my neighbor? Isn’t he like 40?”

“You live here?” you asked, eyes wide as you took in the sight of Pierre in front of you. His hair was still messy from sleep, but he was dressed in his Blue Jackets workout gear and on his way out the door.

“I moved in at the beginning of the season,” he answered. He stepped forward and you stepped backwards in response. “But you wouldn’t know that because you didn’t come to my housewarming party.”

You didn’t think he was serious when he extended the invite, and you were almost positive your response was along the lines of ‘I’d never step foot inside your house.’  

With a scoff, you turned and continued down the hall. He was hot on your heels the entire way to the elevator and slowed to a stop to wait beside you when you pressed the down button. You were surprised when he didn’t immediately start digging deeper about your night. He was more preoccupied with whatever was on his phone than you, thankfully, though you were certain once he had you in the enclosed space of the elevator he’d start prying.

When the doors of the elevator finally opened, Pierre stepped in and held his hand out to keep the doors open for you. You stayed put.

“I’ll wait for the next one,” you said stubbornly, crossing your arms over your chest. He let out a dry laugh, eyes rolling before grabbing your arm and pulling you into the confined space with him.

The doors shut.

“You’re fucking dramatic.”

The elevator began its descent to the lobby and, all the while, you could feel him watching you.

“Can you stop?” you spat, shooting him a glare from the other corner of the elevator.

He studied you for a moment before asking, “Quiet in bed?”

“Excuse me?”

“Are you quiet in bed?” he asked, slower this time, like you were too stupid to understand what he said before. You couldn’t find the words to answer, jaw ajar as your brain tried to catch up to his question. “I’m only asking because I’m pretty sure Charlie and I share a bedroom wall, and his place was completely silent last night.”

“You’re a pig.”

Pierre chuckled, satisfied with the reaction he’d gotten out of you, and continued talking, “Unless he can’t get you off.”

“Familiar with that problem, huh?”

“Not in the slightest,” he answered.

“As far as you know,” you muttered under your breath, just loud enough for him to hear. The last place in the world you wanted to be was with Pierre in this elevator and you wanted him to know that.

“Not that you will ever get the chance to experience it yourself, but I know my way around the bedroom,” Pierre countered easily. Too easily. 

“Mmm,” you hummed, “I’m sure, what, with your body count in the hundreds probably. Statistically, you would have to have gotten at least 50% off.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know how many girls I have in my bed every week,” Pierre grinned, his ego oozing out of his every word.

“Not even a little bit,” you sighed. Your fingers came up to your temple as you tried to rub away the migraine that was beginning to take form. “Where you put your dick is of no concern to me, unless you decide to put it in a blender. Then, and only then, will I give a shit.”

“See, I think you care an awful lot more than you let on, princess,” Pierre said. Your face twisted in disgust at the pet name. “And I think that no matter how much you want to hate me, you really don’t. You’re just jealous that I’m not fucking you.”

That pushed you over the edge, the ounce of patience that you had left in your system had been blown to pieces with that comment. 

“Would you pull your head out of your ass for once in your life, Pierre?” you spat. “I wouldn’t let you touch me with a ten foot pole, much less your filthy dick. My sex life is none of your god damn business. Actually, scratch that, my life is none of your business. I only put up with you because we run in the same group of friends, so don’t try and get cute with me. If I had things my way I would never have even met you, much less learned your name.”

Pierre opened his mouth to speak, likely to try and counter everything you had just said with a dig, but you held your hand up to silence him. 

“We don’t have to like each other, Pierre, but you don’t have to be such a raging asshole about it. I thought at some point you might get tired of being a complete dick but your endurance is impressive, I’ll give you that. So listen to me carefully when I tell you I want nothing to do with you.”

The elevator stopped at the lobby and you made a beeline to the front door of the lobby to begin your walk home in silence. Beautiful, peaceful, Pierre-less silence.

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The silence didn’t last long. 

You were halfway through your skin care routine when your phone rang, piercing through the otherwise quiet apartment. Across your home screen, your sister’s name flashed over a goofy photo from New Years.

“What do you want?” you asked after swiping to accept. Your sister’s face filled the screen with a fake offended look on it. You giggled. “Listen, Sadie, the only time I’ve heard from you since you moved back to school has been because you needed me to do something for you.”

“Okay, well,” she started. You raised your eyebrows at her in amusement. You knew this was coming. “It’s not really me who needs something.”

“Which one of your friends needs something then?”

“Mom,” she said with a laugh. Confusion flashed over your features, so she continued, “My friends are all going home next weekend and I decided I’d do the same because why would I want to be here without them, right?” You nodded as she rambled on. “But when I told Mom I wanted to come home, she told me that her and Dad are going to be out of town.”

“They’re going away?”

“Yeah, and she doesn’t want me home alone.”

You laughed out loud. It was so typical of your mom to not trust Sadie to be home alone for a few days. She turned 21 months ago and yet she still wasn’t trusted by your parents. You couldn’t say you blamed them. Sadie wasn’t exactly the most responsible. 

“Stay at school then.”

“See, I was gonna do that,” she trailed off. “But she already bought me a plane ticket to see you.” Your jaw dropped, but you closed it at the sight of your sister’s apologetic face. “I’m really sorry, but on the brightside, I can finally party with you and all your boy toys! Especially the French one you hate so much,” she said his name in a French accent, “Pierre Luc Dubois, or whatever his sexy ass name is.”

And that was exactly what you were worried about.

[loveylangdon]

Go To Town

Word Count: 4.2k

soft jj x best friend reader 

A/N: I have no idea why but 'Go To Town’ by Doja Cat reminds me of JJ (listen it if you want to), so I came up with this lil scenrio based off the song but not really? but who doesn’t love a good dance sesh to tease a cute boy. Just some cute JJ love tbh, everyone has the angsty, hard ass jj heres a lil content smol jj.  This is my first jj fic so pls be kind. truly a white mans whore so i’ll include my masterlist for my other writings Xx

*not my gif credit to owner*

y/n p.o.v.

“If you're down, boy, really down, baby let me watch you go to town” You and Kie screamed at the top of your lungs dancing on the Pogue. It was your turn to pick the music playlist for the day out on the marsh and you had more of an open love for all music. When it was your turn to pick the playlist it was a bit of everything everyone loved but today you just wanted to let loose and have fun. You vibed heavy with the reggae and soft jazz the boys usually picked or the pop-rock JJ chose, but you wanted to have more fun before the kegger tonight. Your vibe was usually infectious and you wanted the others to be able to let loose. Hence listening to some Doja Cat in the middle of nowhere with also the slight hope of catching JJ’s attention more so than usual.

Your cousin came down from the mainland and showed you some new artists and ‘Go to Town’ by Doja Cat was on her playlist which reminded you of your little blonde hair blue eyed crush. JJ Maybank possibly royalty amongst the pogues and rightfully so with his charm, good looks, and his ability to fix basically anything he was a guy every girl wanted to sleep with. But to you he was an angel in disguise. Glancing over at him you saw him smirking behind his beer bottle and looking at you intently in your swimsuit dancing with Kie. “Go down, go down, go down, go to town” You and Kie kept screaming out “and she shave it all off Charlie Brown with it” dropping down and dancing on each other. John B laughing and throwing his head back, Pope smiling like an idiot, Sarah refusing to dance provocatively with you two trying to hold on to John B’s arm for dear life. Today was gonna be good. You had JJ’s attention from the moment you stepped on the boat and that’s all you wanted even if it was because you were currently grinding with Kie. 

Together but not together, you and JJ were in this endless cycle of teasing and flirting constantly but today you were winning. Watching him while dancing on Kie you knew you had him wrapped around your finger. Making sure your eyes were locked for most of the provocative parts of the song or when you dropped lower than normal. Watching how his eyes get a deeper shade of blue and how he was holding on tighter to the neck of the beer bottle John B handed him before you guys anchored down. Smiling to yourself you turned and gave Kie your full attention again dancing and acting foolish screaming lyrics to the wise words of Doja Cat “If he don’t eat it, he a D-bag, He can use a submarine, I’ll call him seaman” 

You were kind of this untouchable girl in the group, maybe even a better girl version of JJ easier to tame. Young, wild and free. Pretty, smart, fun always up for adventure but you had the spirit of Pope calculating and thinking things through but you knew when to let go. The perfect balance, Smart and quick on your feet, great at getting out of certain situations you became the mediator for Pogues and Kooks. Not being much of either you were what they would call a “Pookie” in the middle, not exactly a full Pogue but not much farther from being a Kook but not good enough either. However the group accepted you far quicker than they accepted Sarah Cameron, pure at heart and no ill intentions just wanting to have fun, Plus it didn’t hurt that you stopped Rafe from attacking them the first time you met them on the island. After they knew you were badass and down to earth how could the 3 boys refuse to let you in their secret club. Kie joined later which you were thankful for, loving your boys endlessly for 4 years but you couldn’t say no to another girl to help keep these boys corralled. 

While being associated with the Pogues it didn’t stop Kook guys trying to get at you. You were invited on figure 8 anytime as well as the cut. Princess of peace some would call you, you could get Kelce and Rafe to back down from a fight more often than not. Rafe not wanting to get on your bad side because you had a fire in your eyes and he wouldn’t want to hurt his chance of possibly getting laid if the “opportunity arises” you would never but it didn’t hurt to make him think so. Being Pookie came with power. Being able to control Rafe meant power over the Kooks. Hurting you could hurt Mr. Cameron’s business in some ways, you didn’t have a big mouth but you never forget what happens, you’re a more credible person to believe than the Pogues if it came to spilling some of Rafe’s secrets. And Rafe never forgot that. So he played nice-ish when you were present. Plus it didn’t hurt that he was attractive. So what if you flirted and hung out with them once in a blue moon. Young, Wild, and free. 

Again though JJ, JJ Maybank was it. You guys were without a doubt each other’s person. You weren’t going to make the first move you were gonna let JJ do it. Watching him mack on Tourons hurt but nothing your friends and some fun couldn’t fix. You and him were endgame anyways so why fret over what’s inevitable. That’s what you told yourself. You were confident and you definitely had that boy wrapped around your finger. Knowing each other’s quirks, body language, food taste, being each other’s other half you guys had mastered for a couple of years now. Up until recently the tides have shifted your guy’s love for each other grew in a way neither of you suspected but it didn’t change anything. Maybe more lingering touches, a couple more conscious forehead kisses or escorts home. Yet the blue-eyed angel still couldn’t make it official so you did what you do best tease him any chance you got. 

“D to the TF, got your bf in my DM, got him all up in my hair” You make your way over to where Popes sitting pointing your finger at him to join you and Kie. 

“No-No” Pope lets out moving to get up, you wink at Kie who is laughing at Popes wide-eyed frantic figure who finally figured out what the songs about while trying to maneuver in the small boat. You and Kie finally get pope stuck between you two “cause I can’t believe my eyes and her man between my thighs” you and Kie keep screaming. Peaking over Pope’s shoulder you see JJ watching you “And it’s clean but messy like a pizza” you sing right at him making eye contact, you see the blue-eyed boy shift uncomfortably in his seat adjusting his swim trunks, eyes locked on you. You wink at him and see pink dust his cheeks as he clears his throat. 

Turning to John B with a smile on your face makes Sarah squeal, “My boyfriend too y/n” she lets out, fake shock evident in her tone 

“Sorry Cameron I don’t have a boyfriend so I need to steal yours” you giggle holding your hand out for John B who has his hand over his heart and an awe look on his face flattered you chose him. He kisses Sarah on the forehead and stands up leading you next to Kie and Pope “If your down boy really down, Baby let me watch you go to town” you’re back is to John B’s chest dancing to the beat yelling out the lyrics, you feel John B place his hands on your waist and see Kie trying to get Sarah to join you guys. 

You feel heat on your waist and it's not John B’s hands, someones staring at you, looking over to JJ you see him glaring at John B’s hands holding onto your hips, guiding you to the beat. Rolling your eyes at JJ you huff, only JJ would get jealous over a guy who has a girlfriend and still not do anything about it. Pope went to go sit next to JJ since Kie left him to drag Sarah to dance before the song ended. You leave John B and dance your way over to Kie and Sarah. 

“No, No, No” Sarah squeals when you grab her wrist and Kie grabs the other you guys get her to stand up and push her to the front of the boat for the last chorus. Squishing Sarah between you and Kie you guys are lazily grinding on each other with the three boys sitting at the front of the boat whooping and hollering at your antics “let me see you go to town, baby, go to town yeah”

Making eye contact with JJ again you notice his tensed features, his jaws clenched and he’s biting his lip, his hairs messed up and you assume from him tugging on it. His eyes snap up to your face knowing he got caught checking you out he smirks opening his legs wider as if daring you to go to him and do your worst. 

“Baby let me watch you go to town,” you say making your way over to the boys, John B’s eyes widen hitting JJ on the shoulder “Oh my god” Pope lets out 

You make grabby hands to JJ, grabbing his hand that was covering his crotch innocently grazing his chest making pope let out a whistle, JJ stands up immediately taking your hand in his smirking while a goofy smile graces his features. You walk him to the middle of the boat turning your back to his chest and wrapping his arms around your waist immediately, you can feel his breath against your ear as he holds onto you tighter. Rocking your guy’s body’s together to the beat, you lean your head back and whisper into his ear “It’s your one chance, baby, never or now yeah” you hear him groan gripping you tighter if possible. Giggling you push your ass against his crotch and hear him gasp “Okay that’s it” He lets out with a clenched jaw and you unravel yourself from him and go back to dancing with Sarah and Kie again “Go down, go down, go down, Yeah let me see you go to town” Screaming when the songs over and the next one starts to play you guys laugh turning around looking at the boys who just sit there or stand in JJ’s case with a shocked expression 

“What the hell is wrong with you guys,” Kie asks crossing her arms, “You’re killing the buzz” she whines while Sarah walks over to John B and climbs in his lap causing you to laugh 

Pope clears his throat and opens his mouth to say something but nothing comes out causing you and Kiara to laugh “Look y/n you broke Pope” and Pope looks offended 

“No, she didn’t,” Pope says but his voice cracked causing everyone to laugh 

“I haven’t seen y/n dance like that since the party with Rafe” Sarah comments teasingly and suddenly everyone gets quiet. Kie rolls her eyes at Sarah for even mentioning him 

“Okay, y’all act like you’ve never heard a song like that chill” you chuckle going to the cooler to grab a beer and take a drink

“No we have but like wow that was so-” Pope starts out with hand movements and everything but Kie shoots him a look raising her eyebrow 

“So what Pope?” She asks and you go to say something but JJ cuts you off 

“That was hot, like really hot not gonna lie I liked it, I liked it a lot actually” JJ speaks up from where he’s standing on the boat looking at you. John B hits him upside the head “Bro what the fuck” JJ lets out turning to look at John B

“Stop being gross” John B states matter of factly “They’re having fun they don’t need a perv ruining it”

You give them a confused look “Okay I’m going to swim, coming Kie?” You ask as she nods. Diving into the marsh instantly cools off your body, you hear Kie jump in after you. Swimming to the other side of the boat. The boys and Sarah out of view you hear Kie next to you 

“So JJ is still a dumbass” she huffs out rolling her eyes in the direction of JJ. Giggling at her you shake your head and she goes to speak up about his failed attempt to get down with you to Doja Cat when you guys hear JJ whisper shout trying to be quiet, you shoot a look to Kie and raise a finger to your lips telling her to be quiet while she nods

“Okay I stand corrected that was hot. Pope you should be worried about Kie leaving you for y/n did you see the way Kie went in after her” JJ lets out a whistle and you and Kie giggle quietly moving your arms around to make it seem like y’all are still swimming 

“Shut up” Pope lets out exasperated

“No Pope listen I’m serious that was so hot like y/n dived flawlessly she’s perfect and the way Kie followed right after her like girl on girl action it just-” 

You snorted looking over at Kie who had an eyebrow raised, you made kissy faces at her until she splashed you. You could imagine JJ using his hands to emphasize his point 

“You’re disgusting JJ” you heard Sarah let out which caused you and Kie to start giggling until you heard a splash of water assuming it was Sarah. You and Kie swam a little ways from the boat to not give away that you two were snooping 

“Great, you pissed off Sarah great going JJ” you could faintly hear John B huff 

“What guys I’m being honest, you’re gonna tell me that wasn’t even a little bit hot,” JJ asks and you can see his arms extended out 

“Okay JJ yes but we don’t say that shit out loud” you hear Pope mumble. Your head shot straight to Kie who has a shocked expression on her face at Popes sudden small outburst and then to Sarah 

“You little snakes you heard them” Sarah gasps out 

“Sarah shut up oh my god, it’s so fun to tease them” you flick water at her and head to swim back to the boat seeing John B and Pope join the girls in the water. The water had done its job cooling you off you wanted to tan. 

Climbing back into the boat you hear a whistle coming from JJ “Take a picture it’ll last longer” you let out reaching for your towel to dry off 

“Only if you let me take pictures of the entire view and” he pauses popping the ‘and’ while pointing his finger at you “you stay wet” JJ lets out biting his lip as you shoot him a fake glare. He’s reaching for your waist and you let him pull you to sit down between his legs 

You pout “I wanted to tan” 

“To bad come keep me company” he smiles pulling you down, kissing the crown of your forehead nothing unusual but it didn't stop the butterflies from forming in the pit of your stomach 

“How you feeling,” You ask him as he wraps a towel around your figure before wrapping his arms around you. Knowing he didn’t get in the water because of his recent fight with his dad. His bruises were taking a little longer to heal than normal and he didn’t want anyone worrying about him. You helped apply cream to them but he couldn’t stay out of trouble long enough for it to heal properly. 

“I’m perfect right now” he hums in content and you move to look up at him, his chin is resting in the crook of your shoulder and his eyes are closed, his arms wrapped across your torso holding you close to his chest. The sun is hitting his face perfectly making his blonde locks glow and there’s a sense of calm he holds. He looks content, at peace and all you could ever ask for was this boy to feel all the love in the world and a part of you hoped he felt that with you. Placing a soft kiss on his chin you feel him shift, you turn your body to watch the rest of the Pogues in the water. They’re having a splash war and you can’t help but let out a giggle at the girls trying to take down John B. 

“You missed,” JJ says 

“Missed what?” You ask confused eyes still on your friends in the water

“You missed” He lets out annoyed at the lack of attention you’re paying to him

“JJ what the fuck are you-” His hand grabs your chin turning you to him quickly cutting you off and his lips are on yours. 

Your lips melt into his instantly. His hand goes to hold the side of your face in his hand, tilting your head a bit to deepen the kiss. You feel like your heart is going to fall out of your chest. His other hand goes to pinch your ass as you let out a gasp he uses that as an opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth. Attempting to fight for dominance you gladly let him win. He tasted like beer and spearmint with a hint of weed he probably smoked earlier. It was addicting. 

Pulling away for a quick second he groans, his eyes still closed you can see him rolling his eyes like breaking away from him was the end of the world. You place quick pecks onto his lips while moving to straddle his lap, you feel him smirk against you. Pulling you closer to him, he has one hand on your ass holding you to him and the other holding the side of your cheek to keep you close, you pull his bottom lip into your mouth sucking on it as he groans. Pulling away reluctantly both of his hands find their way to the bottom of your ass. 

Opening your eyes looking at him he sits with the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on his face, eyes closed, lips red and swollen. He looks like a kid in a candy store and you can’t help but let out a giggle. Placing your hands on either side of his neck you lean into him and place a couple of kisses on his lips he happily partakes in and you can feel his smile widening if even possible. Pulling away you’re met with blue eyes and a smirk. You lean up to place a kiss on his forehead as soon as you place it there his face nuzzles into your boobs and you can’t help but laugh and he groans “you’re so perfect, fuck” he speaks into your skin playfully biting your chest

Tangling your hand in his hair behind his neck, you gently pull him away from your boobs, he leans in planting another kiss on you quickly “I like this” he places another kiss on your lips “I like this a lot” he whispers to you as you break away for the third time. 

Trying to chase his lips with yours you nod at him “Yeah?” you smirk tugging at the hair gently on the back of his neck, tilting your head a little more back feigning innocent while he groans moving his hands to hold the side of your face to keep you from moving away any further 

Something flashes across his face you haven’t seen before causing you to furrow your eyebrows together and then his eyes go soft and the way he’s looking at you makes you want to melt into a puddle “Yeah I like this a lot actually” he breaths out in a sincere whisper placing a kiss on your nose, you scrunch it up as he places gentle kisses all over your face until you’re pushing his face away to stop him you guys are both left laughing, He plays with a few strands of your hair just looking at you as if he’s trying to remember every little detail as if he didn’t know it by heart already 

“Um what are you guys doing,” Pope asks from the side of the boat with a questionable look only Pope could make

“Pope what the fuck man” JJ lets out pinching the bridge of his nose glaring at him. You move to get up and grab JJ another beer, noticing John b climb into the boat as well. “Can’t you see I’m trying to make magic happen” JJ gestures towards your standing finger and you scoff placing a hand on your hip

“You’re gonna need a lot of magic JJ little Pookie here has a wide range of options” John B teases knowing JJ gets all defensive when your other affiliated party is mentioned the Kooks

“She’s mine and everyone knows it” JJ scoffs crossing his arms making his biceps bulge a little bit 

“My brother doesn’t” Sarah chimes in climbing into the boat next to you and you try to stifle your laugh at JJ fuming. Kie climbs aboard and starts arguing with JJ alongside Sarah about the logistics of a relationship and what that entails. You’re sure you hear something about ownership and women’s rights and you can’t help but smile at your friends being idiots

John B pats the seat next to him for you to sit down, clinking his beer with yours or was suppose to be JJ’s “Salud” he chuckles ruffling your hair “I think Pookie is finally a Poguie, we can talk about custody over him later” he jokes 

“No” you hear JJ say over the music holding his hand to Kie’s face to shush her while pointing a finger over at the two of you “actually, she had full custody the entire time” you hear JJ shout over Kie trying to shove JJ in the water 

“Whose pussy whipped now,” John B asks him raising an eyebrow making everyone burst into laughter and Pope lets out a low whistle

“I don’t know ask Rafe-” JJ started which earned a shocked expression from you that lasted 2 seconds and a knowing look from Sarah before Kie finally pushed him over the edge and into the marsh resulting in a gasp from him and a content smiley Kiara

“I’m sure Rafe would gladly go to town with y/n, he’ll take his one chance” Kie yelled towards him and a bunch of “oohs” come from everyone before she continues “Hmm actually let's put that on the playlist for the kegger tonight see what prince Kook wants to do with princess Pookie” She goes to put her hand on her chin pouting her lips earning a nod from Pope  

“That's it you’re dead” JJ pushes himself up into the boat and immediately grabs onto Kie throwing her back into the marsh, turning around he headed straight for Sarah 

“JJ no, JJ-” Sarah screams out when he nears her “John B I swear if you let him-” but it's too late JJ is holding her bridal style in his arms tossing her over into the marsh 

“Sorry Kook you’re related to the guy can’t have you spying on us revealing intel” He salutes the two girls in the water going to sit in between your legs on the floor of the boat, his back against the seat

“Yeah he’s pussy whipped” Pope states pointing a finger towards you guys, JJ fake glares at him taking off his cut tank that is now soaked due to Kie pushing him in. Hoping it'll dry before the kegger tonight, you wrap a towel around his wet figure playing with his blonde hair and placing a kiss on the top of his head 

“Jokes on you Pope” JJ starts shooting him a look “I’m about to be treated like a king” JJ leans back shaking his wet hair into your lap which causes a groan from John B who was in the splash zone “Beer me women” he shouts holding his arms out earning a smack to his chest from John B, rolling your eyes you hand him the beer that was originally intended for him. He raises the bottle as the girls climb into the boat glaring at him. A shit eating grin on his face “Salud” which earns a chorus of saluds back and a “how does he do it” from Pope causing everyone to burst into laughter while he starts the boat up to head back to the chateau.

The sun, the water, your boy and friends. Pogue style. 

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A/N: this is my first jj writing and she isn’t edited v much I wanted to get it out bc this idea has been in my head and I think about it every time I listen to the song, and its on my summer playlist rip. This could be a two parter? the ending was kinda meh because I was torn between dragging it out and giving it an ending. Either way I hope you enjoyed it. Any feedback or commentary is welcomed my inbox is always open, I hope yall are staying safe Xx

[oppatxtme]

Christian Yu: The Eve

x Christian Yu x

Note: Read at Your Own Risk ~~ (ง⌐□ل͜□)ง Type: One Shot [ masterlist ]

A/N: This is a request from an Annon. I know it took a while but hope y’all like it. BTW. Happy New Year friends! ♥

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'Is she not coming to work?'

"Hey, Scott!" Christian called his friend when he saw him walked past his door from the hall.

Scott walked and stop to peek at Christian's studio.

"What's up?" he asked while still looking at his phone.

"How's the photoshoot yesterday?" Christian asked about the shoot scheduled for Live and you are one of the editors.

"It went according to our theme. But it lasted longer than expected because it suddenly snowed a little during the shoot." Scott explained. "Why?" he managed to look away from his phone screen and look at Christian.

"Oh, so, what time did you guys finish?" Christian asked not answering Scott's question.

"Maybe around 3 am," Scott answered. He decided to sit on the sofa inside Christian's studio - thinking that this might take a while. He knew Christian and asking questions without answering his - only means that somethings going on.

"I see. So I guess most of the crew will not be coming today since you guys finished late." Christian said while taking a spin at his chair.

"Not really. I think they'll be here doing the edit and all." Scott said still looking at Christian.

Christian tried to avoid Scott's gaze.

"Really? So maybe I can take a look at the scene later with Y/N." Christian said and turn his back from Scott to face his monitor.

'Smooth.' Scott thought and can't help but smirked at his friend's childish game. He's avoiding directly asking about Y/N because of the drunk accident happening before.

*** 3 weeks ago, the crew decided to go out for a dinner then drink after to celebrate Christian's debut. But just as everyone getting ready to go home. You're so wasted that you confessed to Christian without minding the few people remaining outside the pub.

All were shocked because they didn't expect you to confess at all. All of them have an idea that you have feelings for Christian for years - but Christian's so dense and treat you as a little sister at that time. He did not expect it and he was so dumbfounded that he laughed it out and saying that he only sees you as his lil'sister.

"Thank you, Y/N - but you're my little sister that I never had. I'm sorry." Christian said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

Yes, you were drunk at that time. And you wished you forgot everything that had happened to that point. But it was impossible. Now you know that it was all a lie when people said they forget everything that happened to them when they're wasted. LIES!

But even if you remembered everything - you acted that you forgot about it. It was not like you, but being rejected face to face - it fvcking hurts!

You can't afford to lose your dream job just because of your drunken mistake.

You acted that everything is good between you and Christian - but it is noticeable that you're putting a distance between the two of you.

****

"I think you can check the raw ones with her assistant later." Scott get up from the sofa and was about to leave.

"Huh? Why her assistant? Where's Y/N?"

"She's taking a rest for the day. I think she catches a cold during the shoot. I'm planning to check on her later. We know how she can be when it snows. You're welcome to join me if you want." Scott dropped a teasing tone towards Christian.

"Ah. Okay. Just call me when you're going." Christian said not noticing Scott's teasing.

----

Christian can't focus on his work. He keeps ending up thinking about you.

He looked at his phone - checking if Scott text him about going to your place but he sighed when he sees nothing.

He can already admit that this is not like him at all. He told you that he only sees you as a friend - he even regards you as his little sister. But something inside him disagree.

'Do I like-love her?' Christian questioned himself. But it was cut-off when his phone rang.

It was from Scott.

"Hey. Wait a sec - I'll just save my files." Christian said right after answering.

"About that, I can't go to Y/N right now. Mr. Ahn called and requesting a meeting with Dabin." Scott said.

"Did you call Y/N?" Christian asked.

"Not yet. I tried calling to see if she's alright but she's not answering. Maybe she's just sleeping. We can visit her later - after work."

"No. I can check her now since I already shut down my PC." Christian said as he walked out from his studio.

Scott smirked because he knew well that Christian never shutdown his PC at his studio.

"Okay. Call me when you get there." Scott ended the call.

---

You were dreaming about someone was knocking at your door and keep pressing the doorbell. The doorbell gets louder every time that it woke you up.

Then you realized that it was not a dream but someone really is knocking at your door.

'Maybe it's Scott. He did mention that he will drop by'. You thought as you tried your best to get up.

You opened the door.

"Are you planning on breaking my door Sco-C-Christian! How..?" you can feel your face burning up.

"I came instead of Scott," he said avoiding your eyes.

"I see," you said. Both of you just standing there between the door. 'Okay, this is awkward'.

"Are you okay...?" Christian asked and managed to meet your eyes.

It's hard for you to stop the cough because your throat is just itching.

"I'm okay now, so you don't have to..." you looked down. Not really wanting for Christian to see you at this state. But suddenly your vision got dizzy and that made you lean forward.

Christian caught you.

"You're not okay at all." He said.

You can't tell if he's mad or worried. He guided you to your bed. And you keep coughing all the time. You want to stop so he can't see but it's really not that easy.

'I'm here now, but I don't know what to do for her. I can feel that Y/N doesn't like me here, I'm sure this situation is stressful for her'. Christian thought. 'I guess I need to try and help her feel better...'

"Did you already eat something?" Christian asked you while you're fixing the pillow at your back to sit properly.

"No," you said.

"Good thing I brought rice porridge. Eat this, then take the medicine." He said while taking out the porridge from the paper bag he had.

"I'm fine." you insisted. You just want him to leave and you can sleep. But for some god's play - your tummy decided to protest.

"Just eat." Christian tried his best to not laugh. He handed you the container for the porridge.

"Okay..." you said helplessly.

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"Thank you for the porridge..." you said as Christian took the container from your hand.

"Now take the medicine, and go to the hospital tomorrow for an IV drip." He said as he hands you a glass of water.

"A-*cough* cold like this will be over once I slept on it. I don't have to go." you took meds and the glass of water.

"You're not going to go? When you're this sick?" Now he really sounded worried.

"I'm really all right, Christian... You can go now..." you insist as you tried to put the glass on your side table but he stops you and leans forward to get the glass from your hand. And put his hand at your forehead. You automatically closed your eyes when you felt the warmth from his hand.

"No way. At your condition right now..." Christian said. "You're burning up..." he was shocked because he was not expecting you to be this sick.

"I'm fine..." you opened your eyes. Then there you realize how you and Christian's face is so close. You can't help but blush.

Christian realizes the situation and immediately put away his hand from your forehead. "J-just go to the hospital. Darn it!"

You can't help but smile a little. You find him cute.

Christian stands up. "Try to lie back down. I'll go get a wet towel for you."

"Okay..." you said. You guess that it's no use arguing with him. As you lie down. You can't help close your eyes as you tremble. "Ugh... it's cold..."

"You're cold?" Christian saw you.

You opened your eyes and he was standing at the end of your bed. You got up.

"Just a little... I just need to put more clothes on." You said as you tried to get off the bed and walk to your closet.

"No." Christian stopped you from getting up. "You have to bring your fever down. All you need is to change into a T-shirt and shorts instead. Wait. I'll get that for you."

"Huh? W-what?"

Christian walked towards your closet and as if he owns it, he easily finds your clothes and throws it at you.

"I'm turning the light out." and he did turn off the lights.

You have no choice but change. You felt that your clothes already wet from your sweat. When you finished changing, Christian sit beside your bed and gently put the wet towel on your forehead.

"Ian, you should really go now..." you said in between your coughs.

'How can I go when you're like this?' Christian thought as he looked at you.

You felt him get up. You closed your eyes. 'Finally, he's leaving.' you thought.

Christian sighed.

"Move over a bit." you heard him.

You opened your eyes not really understood what he said. But the next thing you know that Christian slip his body beside you - in the bed. Your body automatically moved from the side to give him space.

Now Christian is hugging you from the back. If the two of you are dating - then this might be normal - cuddling you as you're feeling cold. But the two of you are way far from dating!

'Shit! What is he doing! What is he thinking?! I don't know if this will help me or it will make it worse.' You can't help but worry. You need to calm down because you're not sure if Christian can feel how your heartbeat is running wild.

"You'll be less cold like this," Christian said. Every word he said, you can feel the warmth of his breath from the side of your ear.

"C-Chris-tian... you don't really have to-"

"Just stay still. I'll leave once you fall asleep." Christian said firmly. "You'll be asleep soon since you took the medicine."

'How in God's way can I be still in this situation?! God-someone please save me!'

"Y/N. Close your eyes and go to sleep," Christian said.

You closed your eyes. But really not know how you can fall asleep with the fact that you can feel his body heat.

You don't know if it's the fever or because of him, but you feel dizzy and your mind is a mess.

But one thing is clear.

Your heart is beating so fast and the warmth from Christian's arms that you don't feel cold anymore.

You tried to close off your heart - as best as you could. But Christian's warmth is slowly melting down the walls you barely created.

"Christian Yu... why are you doing all this for me? It's like... as if you love me... How can I push you away if you're going to be like this?" you froze when you realized that you voice out your thoughts.

Christian's arms around your waist tighten.

"You're right," Christian said as he leans closer that you can feel his breath from your right ear. "I do love you and I was a fool when I denied that fact - something that obvious. I know for a long time that I treated you differently from anyone else. I'm sorry if I pretend and fight what I was feeling just because I don't want to admit that what I said before was wrong."

You tried to move to face him but Christian stopped you and buried his head between your neck. He also holds your hand and tightens his embrace.

"Please. Let me hold you like this as you fall asleep. I promise I will leave as soon as your temperature goes down."

You said nothing and just pulled him closer to you.

'I think this is a good reason to love the snow season.' You slept smiling while at Christian's embrace.

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Honey Honey! | Oliver Wood x Slytherin!Fem!Reader.

PAIRING: oliver wood x slytherin!fem!reader.

SUMMARY: (Y/N)’s friend takes his plan one step further, determined to get the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain and the overthinker slytherin together. 

WORD COUNT: 2,032.

PREVIOUS PART: Lay all your love on me.

NEXT PART: When I kissed the teacher. 

REQUEST: literally one person asked for a part two and I had to do it. I have in mind another part, and possibly last one, so if anyone is interested let me know!

WARNINGS: I don’t think so.

A/N: Please remember English is not my first language, so there might be some mistakes, you can always correct me and I’ll fix it. And yes, the title is another ABBA song because why not? 

I still can’t believe the first part got like 150 notes. Thank you so much! 

Masterlist.

Gif below it’s not mind, credits to the person who made it.

Three days after the party in the Ravenclaw Common Room, that same one in which she almost killed one of her best friends, the unexpected happened.

His mouth lifted in a grin, white teeth showing, eyes sparkling with excitement and, at the same time, craziness; Dorian, the one who barely escaped his early death, sat beside them, leaning his body on the big root of a tree near the Black Lake, orange and brown leafs beneath him. The other tree exchanged glances. 

The afternoon was about to take an interesting turn. It’s not like he was never happy, but this particular kind of happiness came with blaring red lights, screaming and alerting everyone close enough.

Silently agreeing to ignore the boy’s strange, but not new, behaviour, (Y/N), Isla and Ethan kept working on their assignments. Before any of them could write something on the pieces of parchment, Dorian fakely cleared his throat. None of them looked at him, suppressed smiles on their faces.

(Y/N) had finished writing a sentence for her Charms essay when he tried to catch his friend’s attention again. But now using a different strategy. After the third long sigh that left his mouth, Isla, with lips pressed in a thin line, finally turned her head in his direction.

“Yes, Dorian?,” she said. Her harsh tone rivaling Professor McGonagall’s. 

In an impossible way, his grin grew larger, resembling the Cheshire Cat from the classic Alice in Wonderland. Dorian fixed his position, making himself more comfortable against the root, legs stretching (a few inches away from Ethan’s ink bottle), eyes closed and fingers gently hitting each other, taking that typical stance of someone who’s planning something. 

“What is it?,” asked Ethan impatiently.

“I come here bearing good news, no, excellent news and you treat me like this?” Always the exaggerated, Dorian feigned a hurt expression, right hand going to his chest and grabbing the part where his heart was placed.

Having enough of his games, (Y/N), who wanted nothing more to finish her paper and take a nap before dinner, decided to step into the conversation. “What excellent news?”

Dorian dropped the wounded act and smiled at her, glaring at the others as if he was saying ‘this is what good friends are supposed to be like’. He changed his posture once more —he really couldn’t stay still—, now sitting closer to them with his legs crossed, hands playing with one of the chocolate sweets Ethan had been trying to transform. The corner of his mouth never lowered. 

“Nice to hear you’re interested, my dearest (Y/N), because this concerns you directly.” She regretted ever asking him the minute that answer rolled from his mouth and his dark brown, almost black, eyes shined with mischief. Ethan’s and Isla’s confusion showed through their faces. “I just, like just, saw you know who and he,” Dorian stopped talking when he saw his friend’s disturbed expression. Rolling his eyes —how could they be that dumb?—, he explained. “Not that You-Know-Who, the other one… Ugh, I’m talking about Oliver Wood.” 

Their mouths took the shape of an O, realisation finally coming to them.

“He asked me what day you would be free to tutor him, so now, thanks to me, you have a date with Oliver this Saturday morning.”

(Y/N) and the other two stared at him. While Isla and Ethan broke into a fit of thrilled laughs and big smiles, high-fiving Dorian for his “work”, she was trying to control her anger and the words —the majority of them being insults— ready to leave her throat.  

Why was he so keen on her and Oliver being together? Why couldn’t they understand that she was not the kind of person who would act on her feelings? 

Yes, she had made it obvious that she liked the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain, but that didn’t mean she wanted to do something about it. She had always been awkward and, of course, situations with strangers (did she consider him one?) tended to go that way. The girl knew that if something, anything, went wrong with him she would overthink nonstop.  

Saying nothing, (Y/N) quickly grabbed her things —a dark blue bag with white dots forming the constellations, the parchment on top of it and the quill on her hand—, stood up and left with a quick step carrying her body, ignoring her friends screaming her name to come back from near the Black Lake’s shore. 

Entering the castle, bustling with cheerful students making their way outside to enjoy the warm and sunny afternoon, she decided this was the perfect moment to take that much needed nap, even if she hadn’t finished her assignment yet. 

The Slytherin was walking down one of the corridors, this one less transitaded, when she saw the particular crimson fabric of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team’s robes. She lowered her head, hoping it was one of the Chasers or any other member that wasn’t him.

Noticing the person wearing the uniform passed right beside her and didn’t say anything, she sighed in relief.

“(Y/N)?” said a disembodied and sweet voice from behind her. Even if she couldn’t actually see the person calling her name, she knew perfectly who it belonged to. 

Bloody hell.

Before turning around to face him, she closed her eyes, preparing herself. She’d never mind his presence, or him calling for her —hell, (Y/N) dreamed of that happening every now and then—, but now was definitely the wrong time for this. She was angry with Dorian for trying to set her up, exhausted from not being able to get used to the routine again and annoyed because of the amount of homework. 

Finding his black shoes extremely interesting and intriguing, she murmured a small response.

“Fancy to see you here, I’ve been trying to talk to you since the party but I didn’t want to bother you in class, you always look so focused on the lessons, and with Quidditch practices I couldn’t find you in your free time,” Oliver continued. He had been trying to reach her? Her? “I found Dorian instead and he said you were free to tutor me on Saturday morning. If you can’t or don’t want to or whatever, you don’t have to. I know I should have talked to you first, but I didn’t see you anywhere and I was getting desperate because I can’t lose this opportunity and… and I’m rambling a lot, sorry.” He stopped tapping his thumb against his broomstick’s handle.

All at once, the feeling, more like an intuition, that he could be nervous around her engulfed (Y/N), spreading a warm sensation through her body. 

She wanted to say no, even when this was the chance she’d wanted for too long but (Y/N) knew herself. The endless overthinking that she’ll have to endure before, during and after their “study date” —what if she was a horrible tutor?; what if he didn’t understand anything she’d said?; what if she wasn’t good enough?; what if he never wanted to speak to her again after it?; what if he failed and blamed it on her?; what if all this was a big and cruel joke?, would he do that to her, to anyone?—.

She really did want to say no, but how could she when he looked like that? Upper lip biting nervously on the bottom one, his cheeks of a rosy colour, constantly shifting his body’s weight, fingers fidgeting. 

“I, um, of course, no problem,” she assured. 

Why did she have to be such a people pleaser? 

And why did she have to like him so much that when he smiled, relieved because of the answer, her heart stopped for a second and her stomach turned upside down?

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(Y/N) was sure Oliver had never wanted to revise Transformation so early on a Saturday, especially when his team was just a few hours away from playing their first Quidditch match of the season. She wasn’t so thrilled either, weekends were the only days she had to sleep till lunch, her roommates knowing that waking her up before one in the afternoon would lead to a pissed (Y/N) and no one liked that version of herself.

“Look, we can reschedule if you want,” she said after watching him fail once more at conjuring birds from the tip of his wand, “you are worried about the match and that’s making it impossible for you to focus on this.”

The Gryffindor glanced at her through his eyelashes, a frustrated look in his eyes —(Y/N) couldn’t figure out if it was because he was losing his time here with her while he could be training with his team one last time or because the only thing coming out of his wand were yellow feathers—. 

Running both hands across his face, he replied, “I-I don’t want you to waste your time, but I suck at Transfiguration and we haven’t even started with Potions, which is worse, and you make it seem so easy because you’re amazing at this. But I’m not and Professor MgGonagall said that if…”.

For someone who had a brave and confident exterior, Oliver Wood did ramble quite a lot.

“I know what MgGonagall said,” (Y/N) interrupted, choosing to ignore the part where he complimented her, “and you are not wasting my time, Oliver. I agreed to help you, remember?” He nodded his head slowly, watching his hands. (Y/N) thought he looked like a kid getting reprimanded. “Now, try one more time.”

And one more time he failed, yellow canary feathers falling down to the floor,  joining Oliver’s past attempts at mastering the Bird-Conjuring Charm. 

She saw him scratch his forehead with his eyes closed and lips barely visible because of the way he was biting on them. 

“You’re not doing the correct hand movement, I think that’s why it isn’t working,” (Y/N) noticed, “look, give me your hand.” She grabbed his right hand, the one holding his wand, delicately, fingers barely touching the skin. Taking his wrist and positioning herself on Oliver’s side, she showed him how to do accurate motion. “And you just say Avis.”

The next time he did the incantation, a loud blast, pretty much like the sound of a gun being fired, resonated throughout the place. Once the smoke dissipated, several yellow birds flew from the tip of his wand to the empty classroom they were practising in. Twittering and chirping filled the room, but as quickly as they did, they became background noise when Oliver let out a loud laugh at his achievement. 

He turned around, a big grin on his face and brightness in his eyes, now a completely different person. She smiled at him, his excitement starting to feel contagious.

“See, you don’t have to be so hard on yourself,” (Y/N) murmured. If only she’d take her own advice. “I think you’re good to go and-and do whatever you do before a Quidditch match.”

“Thank you, for agreeing to this.”

She shook her head, the corners of her mouth slightly going up. “No problem.”

Oliver walked towards the door and before he opened it, the boy asked, “will I see you at the match?”

“Maybe.”

“Nice, it’ll be good to see you there,” he’d smiled at her one last time and left the unused classroom. 

Biting down the nail on her thumb, (Y/N) let out a silly giggle, one of those that only escape people’s mouth when they are drunk or can’t get that one person out of their minds. Perhaps she was reading into this situation the wrong way, but for just a tiny moment she didn’t care. She enjoyed the warm feeling on her stomach, as if a ton of thestrals had suddenly decided to fly across it, and the erratic pace of her heart every time Oliver would glance at her or say anything remotely kind. 

Then the realisation came and with it, tangled like some kind of broken and dark creature, her severely damaged pride. She had to admit to Dorian’s face that he was, in fact, correct and that his ridiculous plan may actually work.

TAGS: @peeves-a-legend​ (amazing person and writer, read all of her work!).

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Hefna IX: Dedon

Summary: You and Estadir reach Kattegat with Ivar who hosts a feast to introduce your tribe to his people. During the feast, Dedon speaks through Estadir and calls for a specific ritual to be done before the war starts.

Warnings: unrequited love (reader and Ivar), small angst, fluff, mentions of war, strong language, religion difference, magical moments

Word Count: 2,703

Hefna Masterlist II Vikings Masterlist

The plan is set. Ivar would ride into Kattegat first, tell his people that the oncoming horde of men and women would mean them no harm, and explain to his brothers why he disappeared and that this tribe is an army to help in the war against Vidar. 

Estadir waits for the signal, the sound of a horn that tells him that he and his men can enter the city. In the meantime, the tribe sets up camp and you’re the one overseeing that things go well with that. You know Estadir has other things on his mind, so you don’t want him to try and think about making sure the family is safe and settling in. It won’t lead to anything good. 

When everything is done, everyone is settled in and all the tents are pitched, you find Estadir staring at the city of Kattegat. You wrap your arms around his body and press your face against his back, making him sigh and place a hand over yours as a smile grows on your face. 

“What is taking him so long? We should have been called by now,” he grumbles. You shake your head at his impatience and move around to stand in front of him. “How can we be sure that he is not planning an attack on us?”

“Do you really think he would do something like that?” you ask back, your question makes his head drop so he can look at you and he raises an eyebrow that counters your question. “You need to learn to trust him in this time, Estadir. We’re going into a war and you do not trust someone who is meant to be your companion and friend. That is dangerous,” you mention, reaching up to touch the side of his face. 

He breathes out a sigh and leans into your touch as his hands move to rest on your hips. “You know why I do not trust him. You know I fear he will try and take you from me-”

“And you know that I am not going anywhere. Where you go, I go, right?” you remind, making him smile and lean down to press his forehead to yours. 

Raising a hand, Estadir cups your cheek as his arm wraps around your waist to pull you closer. “Right,” he mutters, strokes the top of your cheek with his thumb, and then presses his lips to yours. 

At that moment, you both hear the horn you’ve been waiting for. But Estadir doesn’t move. He just keeps kissing you, making you giggle and push your hand against his chest. He pulls out of the kiss with a smirk on his face as he grabs your hand on his chest. “Ride with me,” he whispers, and you don’t think twice about nodding. 

He leads you to his horse, keeping his eyes on you for most of the way, and it makes you remember the first time you two went for a ride together on his horse. It was when you two were teenagers. He was already the voice of Dedon but you weren’t yet that of Verheia. He took you to a nearby waterfall and he told you stories about the Gods, making you smile and laugh as he tried to show himself off to you. But you were already his, he just didn’t know that back then. 

Estadir mounts his horse, a black stallion, and holds out his hand to help you up behind him. You take his hand, feeling as giddy as you did when you were a teenager. And with a strong pull, you sit behind the muscular man with your arms wrapped around his waist. 

He gives a loud shout before urging his horse forward, a sign for those that wish to come with him and you to Kattegat to leave with him now. 

Kattegat is unlike any other city you’ve ever seen. The people are somewhat lively, the marketplace is full of different things from across the seas. It is unlike any other trading post you have seen before. 

Estadir rides to the Great Hall, one similar to that in Nork where you found your father’s corpse before Virheia burnt it down. As he rides, he ignores the way the crowds stare at his people. They are always stared at when coming into cities and towns to trade, so it is nothing new to them. 

People barely see you behind the giant man and only get a good look at your face when Estadir dismounts his horse. He turns to hold his hand out for you as you dismount his horse, pulls you close to him before walking with you up the steps of the Great Hall. 

You can hear a feast going on inside the hall, no doubt to celebrate the return of the King of Kattegat as well as the start of the war they hope to end. But the moment Estadir pushes the doors open, the noise dies down and everyone turns their attention to the nomadic man that walks in. 

They’re used to having people in their families be tall, but Estadir makes them think of the Saxons liking them to giants. If they could compare this nomadic man to one of their own, they’d choose Bjorn Ironside. But even then there are some differences. 

Estadir has his eyes fixed on the only man he knows in the room, Ivar, and his steps towards him never falter. There are three other men that stand with Ivar, men that Estadir knows are his brothers. But he still doesn’t like the way they look at you. 

“Brothers, this is Estadir, the leader of the tribe that will help us win this war,” Ivar introduces as Estadir comes to stand before the three brothers. “And (Y/n).”

The way Estadir snakes his arm around your waist and slightly pulls you closer is something Ubbe notices and he glances to Ivar. You are the woman he told him, Hvitserk, and Sigurd about, but Ubbe can tell that he forgot to mention that you belong to another man. The leader, of all men. 

“It is a pleasure to meet you all,” you speak, your voice truly being as melodic as Ivar said it is and it makes Hvitserk smile. 

Ivar smiles too and announces to the rest of the room to carry on with the feast and the celebration. “We should be planning a war, not having a celebration because of the King’s return,” Estadir says to you, but the brothers hear the foreign language. 

It was something else Ivar told them about, but hearing it now is as strange as he said it is. “It is a celebration in good faith, Estadir. It would be rude of us to demand that it end. We are guests, after all,” you whisper, surprising the brothers that you speak their language with no accent just as you speak this foreign language with no accent. 

Estadir chuckles as he glances around the room at the drinking men and women and their cheering, dancing, and the music that is played in the corner of the room. He shakes his head and glances back down at you. “They call this a celebration? This is what we do every night,” he chuckles.

You laugh, take two cups from the table beside you and hand one to him. “I’ve told you that these people are not as wild as we are,” you whisper to him and then turn to the four men who have reached for their own cups. “Skol,” you say with a smile, tilting your cup to them before taking a sip from your cup and sharing in a drink with them.

Like every night, you spend most of the time with Estadir, following him around and staying either close to a fire or with members of the tribe. And because you know, more or less, how these feasts go, you know when to stop your family members from going too far. 

Ivar, like always, watches you from across the room with a small smile on his face. He’s come to realize that you are most beautiful in a firelight. And when you seem to become more comfortable around his people, starting to dance to the music with some of the other people, he notices Estadir relaxing too. 

Ubbe sits down beside Ivar, follows his gaze and finds that he’s staring at you, watching you dance. “She is everything you explained her to be, Ivar,” he mentions, making his little brother turn to look at him. Hvitserk catches the beginning of the conversation and turns his head to listen too. “It is too bad she belongs to this Estadir,” he states, looking out to Estadir who stands almost like a statue as you try to get him to join you. 

Hvitserk’s face drops and he shifts closer. “She is married to him?”

“Not yet,” Ivar sneers, slightly turning his head to Hvitserk before looking back to Ubbe. “She is not yet married to him.”

Shaking his head, Ubbe leans back and breathes out a long sigh. “Please do not tell me you are trying to steal her from him,” he mutters, looking back at Ivar only to find a guilty look on his face. “Ivar-”

“She is Earl Verra’s daughter. She comes from Nork. She used to believe in our Gods, Ubbe, before she found this tribe,” Ivar snaps, gesturing to you and Estadir. “She is not some nomadic woman. She is a Viking and she belongs with people like her.”

“She is with people like her, Ivar,” Ubbe fights back, making Ivar roll his eyes and lean back in his seat. “When Nork was destroyed, she would have been a child. So, she grew up with this tribe and they became her people. Her family. She belongs with them and with him,” he tries to reason, but he knows that it is like talking to a wall. 

Hvitserk nods his head and gives an agreeing hum. “What about her?” Ivar looks over at Hvitserk and follows to where he points. Alke. “She hasn’t taken her eyes off you all night,” Hvitserk mentions with a small chuckle as he takes a sip from his drink. 

Alke blushes when Ivar’s eyes meet hers and she turns her face to the side. 

All that Ivar does is shrug his shoulders and glance down at the cup of mead in his hands. “She is the healer of the tribe and saw to my wounds,” he mumbles, brings the cup to his lips and takes a deep sip. “That is all she is.”

Ubbe glances to Hvitserk who shrugs and shakes his head. But before they can say anything else, you come practically bouncing over to them to get a refill of your cup. 

You laugh as you look up to the brothers. “Your people are amazing,” you breathe, pouring some ale into your cup as you take a seat beside Ubbe, who glances to Ivar with a smirk on his face. 

“I understand you were born in Nork and that your father was Earl Verra,” Ubbe states, your head turning to him and you give a small smile and nod your head. “Do you remember much of your life before joining this tribe?”

It’s almost like when Ivar first came and had many questions. It makes you place your cup down and straighten your back as you take in a deep breath. “I remember some of my life there. But it is not enough to make me regret choosing to stay with my family or make me change my mind,” you speak, knowing precisely where this is going. “I wouldn’t insult your family, please do not insult mine,” you warn, seeing how Hvitserk glances out to your tribesmen at a loud sound. 

Hearing your name being called from across the room, your head snaps to the side towards the sound. And when you spot Estadir fallen on the ground, you quickly push yourself to your feet and rush across the room. You know he’s not drunk because he barely had much to drink. 

And there’s a presence in the room that makes your skin tingle. 

Ivar pushes himself up to follow you, curious to see what is going on. And when he reaches where you are, he finds you kneeling beside Estadir, your hand reaching out to touch him before you quickly pull it away from him when he starts to mutter to himself. 

“Dedon,” a man whispers, and it makes everyone from your tribe that is in the hall to fall to their knees in a bow. 

Ivar, Ubbe, and Hvitserk glance around at the kneeling nomadic people and the two older brothers look to Ivar for answers. He was the one to spend so much time with them. “Dedon is their ‘father God’. Like Odin,” he whispers to them, still staring down at Estadir as he realizes what might be happening. “He is the God’s voice.”

You bite your lip, waiting for Estadir to come back to you, praying that this is not a deep connection because you know he hates when those happen when he is not in the privacy of his own tent. 

Thankfully, it’s only a few seconds until his eyes snap open and he glances at you. “What are you staring at?” he questions, making you laugh and lean forward to press your lips to him. 

It wasn’t anything big. Dedon must have just spoken to him or gave him a vision, things Estadir is very used to and he’s back on his feet when you pull away from him. You lead him away from the crowd, or rather, he pulls you away from the crowd, wanting to tell you what happened. And as you leave, Ubbe and Hvitserk look at Ivar, unsure of what happened. 

Ivar sighs, knowing that he’ll have to explain this to them now when he was hoping to avoid that.

Outside the hall, Estadir makes sure you two are alone and checks around him again before he takes your hands in his and breathes out a sigh. You can’t deny that you’re a bit scared of what Dedon said to him. “Dedon showed me what will happen in this battle,” Estadir begins, turns his head down to you as he takes a small step forward. “Innocent lives will be lost.” 

That’s all you really have to be told to know what it means. To know what needs to be done. “The Gods have asked for Skapanir,” you whisper, earning a nod from Estadir. You sigh, glance down at your hands in his and bite your lip. “We will ask who in the family will-”

“We have to do it,” he cuts you off, making your head snap up to him again. “The Gods have asked for us to do it. It is a war you and I have decided to join. We shouldn’t ask someone else to do this offering,” he mentions, and you agree with him. “If you are not ready, we can turn back, go to Holar,” he says. 

But you shake your head and reach up to touch the side of his face. He places his hand over yours and kisses the inside of your hand. “It is a blessing to be asked by the Gods to do this, Estadir. And to do it with you, it is more than I could ever ask for,” you whisper, your fingers caressing his cheek as you step closer to him. “I accept it.”

He chuckles, places his hand on either side of your face and leans down to press his forehead to yours. “I accept it too.”

It will be done the night before the war starts, a small ritual that will determine more than whether or not you win this war. It will determine your life with Estadir, the life of your family and the life of your tribe. 

Both you and Estadir are willing and that’s all that matters. That is all the Gods need to set things in order. And while you, Estadir, Ivar and his brothers plan this war, the Gods will plan your destiny. 

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[pogueshomecoming]

Cocaine - JJ Maybank

Requested? yes: "can you do a JJ fic where he gets roped into doing cocaine at a Kook party and ends up becoming a little abusive towards the reader? and she recognizes it as the actions of his father."

pairing: jj Maybank x reader

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warnings: mention of drug use, mention of abuse, yelling/arguing, shoving

word count: 3.1k

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It wasn't often that the Pogues wanted to crash a Kook party. Why would they when a keg on the point was enough for them?

Tonight was different. JJ and John B wanted to go have some fun, and maybe cause a little trouble. Initially, you, Pope, and Kie protested. There wasn't any reason that they needed to go looking for a fight. Eventually, their persuasive words won. Only on the promise that there would be absolutely no fighting.

You and Kie decided to stick together. Then you both decided it would be a good idea to keep tabs on John B and JJ from afar. You trusted your boyfriend, and even more so with John B by his side, but it was an extra precaution.

After making sure you were in the same room as them for about two hours, Kie sighs. "I think we're in the clear. We never stay a lot longer than this anyway, so they should be ready to go soon. Let's go see if we can swipe some weed to take home."

John B was chatting up a girl, and JJ seemed to be acing the wingman role, so you agreed and followed Kie outside. You texted Pope to wait ten minutes before finding John B and JJ to tell them we're leaving. Ten minutes was just enough for everything to turn to shit.

Kie worked her magic on some Kooks that hadn't been on the island long. You watched her eat up how gullible they are. Five minutes left on the clock. You knew the group would have to go right after Kie snagged what she wanted because it could cause trouble if they realize what she'd taken.

She sits down between them, right where the bag is sitting. If they're stupid enough to show off their product, they're dumb enough to let it get taken. Plus, the name "dirty pogues" didn't come from nowhere. Kie was the perfect bait, though, because everyone knew her parents were kooks, but these newbies weren't aware that she was not.

Kie pulls her phone from her back pocket, likely shoving the bag in its place. Each of the boys enters their number. Two minutes left. She stands up, immediately turning to face them both. You can see the bag slightly poking out of her pocket. She keeps backing up until she's far enough they won't notice, waving goodbye and blowing them a kiss. As soon as she turns back to you, the two if you quickly make it inside and through the house.

Back at the van, Pope is nowhere to be found, and neither are the other two. The timer has less than a minute left, but Pope is always punctual. Kie stashes the bag in the hiding spot under the backseat and joins you in leaning against the outside.

Your phone rings with a new text message from Pope.

Need help with JJ.

"That can't be good." Kie rolls her eyes, and you groan.

"Ten minutes, that's all it was. Okay, I'm going back in, but you stay here. Have the van ready in case he's pissed someone off." Kie salutes you, and you disappear back into the house.

It's not very far through the front door that you're met with John B and Pope pretty much carrying JJ. They each have one of his arms hung around their shoulders, and they're supporting his weight as he stumbles.

"What the fuck? John B, what happened?"

John B only looks at you with guilt all over his face. "We'll explain in the van, we gotta get out of here first."

Pope's words make you look at him but not for long because JJs head drops to his chest, and you reach forward to lift it back up. His eyes are glossy and red, but a slow smile spreads across his face at the sight of you.

"Hello, gorgeous! I've missed you all night."

"Hi, JJ." You say softly, but the worry is written all over your face.

Finally, you push through the front door. Kie gets out of the driver's seat from starting the car and pulls open the back door. "What the hell happened to him? Is he okay?"

"Depends on how much coke someone can do in ten minutes. John B doesn't think there was enough time for him to get enough that would hurt him." Pope blabs, causing John B to curse at him as they set JJ into the backseat.

"Coke? John B are you fucking kidding me? You did coke? That shit is dangerous! Even more so for him, have you met his dad? I'm going to kill you." Anger is written all over your face as you shove John B with both palms on his chest.

"I didn't do any, I turned my back for a few minutes, and then he was gone! It's not my fault, don't push me." John B sounds like a child, and it only makes you angrier. Angry to the point of tears.

"You said nothing would happen tonight. You said you'd be there with him. You said he'd be okay." You push him again with each sentence. Pope grabs you from behind, crossing your arms against your chest. The tears stream down your face with no end in sight.

"I know what I said. Fuck you, I didn't put him in danger on purpose." John B's voice is low, which is a sign that he's angry at you too.

"Come on, guys. This isn't helping, we need to get back to John B's so we can make a decision." Kie steps in between you two and holds her arms out.

"Fine."

You crawl into the back with JJ. He's slumped with his back to the center console and legs stretched out in front of him. You reach for one of his hands as you sit down next to him, and Kie crawls in with you.

"Are you awake, J? Can you feel me?" You give a gentle squeeze, and his eyes barely move to look at yours. It seems like they're going to roll back into his head.

"Can you tell me how many lines you did?" Kie speaks up this time, leaning in front of his face so he can see her.

JJ shakes his head. "I feel great, guys. There's no need to worry." He slurs. You and John B make eye contact through the rearview mirror, and you look away immediately.

"He's never done coke before. It's unlikely, but even one line could cause an overdose. We just need to keep him awake." You look out the window to see you've made it about halfway to your destination.

There's a knot in the pit of your stomach, and you feel like you're going to be sick every time you look at JJ. His hands are shaking, he's sweating, his breathing is heavy, and you place a hand on his chest to confirm that his heart rate has increased. You're scared for him.

Kie continues to talk to him to keep him awake. He's replying, but he doesn't sound anything like himself. You've pretty much zoned out everything by the time you arrive at John B's.

You're the first one out of the van, meeting John B as he hops out of the driver's seat. "You're going to deal with this. You're going to fix this. It's on you if anything happens to him."

The angry but empty threats spill out of your gritted teeth. You turn your back to the house and walk down to the dock to sit. No one follows. Everyone else helps JJ inside. You can't look at him like that because it scares you. You know that as his girlfriend, you should be right there by his side but you can't.

It's at least a couple of hours before you hear footsteps behind you. When you turn to see who's sat down next to you, you see John B.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." His voice is hoarse like he's been crying or yelling or maybe both. "I was talking to a girl, and she dragged me away to uh... anyway, JJ obviously didn't follow because it would've been fucking weird. I didn't think he'd go down to the basement where they were doing those things he never has before. I thought he was coming to find you. Then Pope appeared and said he couldn't find JJ, and it was too late by then." His forearms rest on his knees while his hands are tangled in each other. John B genuinely feels terrible.

"I shouldn't have blamed you. I was, and still am scared. Addiction runs in families, and it only takes one time to get hooked. But JJ is his own person, and I can't blame you for what he did. I'm sorry." You lean into his side, and he swings an arm around your shoulders.

"It's alright. I get it. We do have to be careful with him and these things, I know that now. Anyway, he's coming down, and he asked to see you. If you don't want to yet, I can tell him you went home." John B turns his head to look at your instead of the water in front of you.

"No I want to. I can't have him thinking I ran out on him. Can he come out here?"

John B nods and gets up to go back to the house. "Thanks, JB."

He gives you a smile, and you listen to his footsteps retreating. It's only a few minutes later before you hear another set approaching you, so you stand up and turn to face JJ.

"What, you didn't want to come to me?" He holds his arms out to the side in a big shrug, but you're caught off guard by his tone. It's not JJs usual sarcastic and playful tone.

You let out a small chuckle, trying to play it off. His eyes darken, and he shakes his head. "I wasn't kidding, Y/N. You ditch me for two hours and then demand I come to you? What the fuck?"

This wasn't your JJ. The soft and sweet JJ that held you when you were scared or just feeling lonely. This was a different side of him, one you'd never seen before, but it felt familiar for a reason you couldn't explain. It was a feeling.

"I was scared. I'm sorry, J. I didn't know how cocaine would affect you." You step back as he takes another step forward.

"You just didn't want me to have any fun. You think I didn't notice you at the party? Conveniently in every room, I was, watching me like a hawk, making sure I didn't do anything you wouldn't approve of." The corners of JJs mouth turn down into a frown as he points a finger at you and sneers.

"I w-was just looking out for you. You always seem to fight with a kook when we go to those parties. I want to prevent it, that's all." You put your hands up like you're surrendering.

"No, what you were doing was suffocating me. Fuck, Y/N. I'm not something you get to control." JJ steps closer to you, but you can't step any further back without falling into the water. "Do you understand me?"

His finger jabs into your chest hard enough that you think you'll have a bruise.

"I wasn't trying to control you, JJ. I was trying to make sure you didn't do anything stupid, but it didn't matter because you did it anyway." You fight back. You're not going to shrink to his angry words.

"That's where we disagree, sweetheart. It wasn't stupid, it was fun. I've never been so high. I was floating, drifting, finally not having to think about all the shit that goes on around here. Finally not thinking about everything I go through anymore. Look at this, Y/N." JJ lifts his shirt to reveal a nasty bruise with a gash right through it. Your jaw drops, it had to be recent because you hadn't seen it yet.

"It finally didn't hurt anymore."

It clicks with you. This is all familiar to you already because JJ's father is just like this. Luke is fine when he's high, but once he comes down, he's angry and mean.

"Okay, so let's get this straight, yeah?" You nod at him and he nods back at you, a little bit of confusion coming to his face. "You did this to not feel anything. To get away from how your dad makes you feel, right?"

JJ nods again, his head titled sideways ever so slightly like a confused puppy.

"So how do you think you're making me feel? You're acting just like him right now, JJ, but I know you're better than this, better than him." Your eyes are pointed as you jab his chest just like he did yours. Your face is straight, with no emotion, but his angry face returns in seconds.

"How dare you, Y/N. I'm not any better than him, and I never will be. I'm destined to turn out like him. Why can't you see that? You expect so much, I can't fucking take it!"

Without warning, he pushes your shoulders, and you lose your footing, falling back first into the water. When you surface, John B is pulling JJ away from the dock. "What the hell, JJ? You don't lay your hands on her, ever!"

As John B drags him away, Pope and Kiara lean over the deck to make sure you're okay. Besides having the wind knocked out of you, you don't have a scratch. You're not bothered by JJs words because you know he didn't mean it, you're just hoping he'll come to his senses.

Kie and Pope each give you a hand to hold on to as they help pull you out of the water. Kie gets you an extra set of clothes out of the ones you two had left here for emergencies. You change on the front porch, listening to John B and JJ fight inside.

She's waiting for you back outside, laying on the hammock with Pope. They hold their arms out, and you climb over Kie to lay in their middle. Kie immediately wraps her arms around you because she knows you love to cuddle. Pope shows his affection by giving your shoulder a squeeze.

"You okay?"

A sigh leaves your lips. "Yeah, I'll be okay. JJ didn't hurt me in any way. I just hope I said enough to make him realize he's wrong. JJ isn't his dad, he's nowhere close." Kie squeezes you tighter. Pope pushes his hand against the tree so the hammock sways. It's the middle of the night, so it's a good thing that John B doesn't have any neighbors to worry about.

Eventually, the two of them fall asleep, but you can't. John B and JJ are still going at it, but not as frequently. It gets quiet for what you'd guess is thirty minutes, and then they start up again. There's no telling what's been broken in there.

Finally, at dawn, you're starting to get sleepy when the squeaky porch door opens. You expect to see John B with an update for you, but instead, it's JJ. His eyes are sad, but so is his whole face. He's exhausted, and you can tell in the way his shoulders are slumped.

JJ doesn't notice you're awake at first, but when he does, he can't look you in your eyes. You crawl back over Kie, very ungracefully, and eventually get yourself untangled and back on your feet.

"Want to talk, down on the dock?" You hold your hand out, and he looks up at you finally. His eyes are red and full of tears, but he gently takes your hand.

"I know you're disappointed." JJ's voice is so quiet that it breaks your heart.

"Oh, baby. I'm not. I-"You reach out for him, but he steps away and cuts you off.

"You should be. That was terrible, I'm terrible. I didn't mean any of those things I said to you. You're not suffocating, you're nowhere close. You care about me and you love me more than I could ever ask for or deserve. I pushed you, Y/N. Why would you even want to look at me? I hate myself for this." JJ completely breaks down in front of you. Somewhere in his speech, his voice broke and it was like a dam holding in all of his cries and sobs. You step forward, and he doesn't fight you as you wrap your arms around his shaking body. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. Please, don't leave me. I'm sorry."

He's gripping your shirt for dear life as if you'll start to disintegrate and slip right through his fingers.

"Hey, listen, I'm okay. It's okay. I'm not hurt. Now you know, right? That shit isn't anything to mess around with." Your fingers comb through his unruly hair. He nods against your chest.

"Never again, because you were right. I'm better than Luke Maybank. I'm not him, and I'm not going to turn into him. I owe it all to you and your unconditional love." JJ peers up at you. His blue eyes are shining, almost the prettiest color blue you've ever seen them.

"Oh come on now, you owe yourself the credit. Besides, I didn't truly know what unconditional love was until I met you and the pogues, so you get credit for that too." You smile at him, and he hesitates, but slowly, he smiles back.

"I'm so happy to have my boy back. Now, I need to clean that ugly cut on your stomach before it gets infected."

"Eh, I don't think it will. I'm pretty sure I poured vodka in it at the party." JJ lifts up his shirt again so you can see it. Instead of looking at it again, you reach up and wipe the stray tears off of his face. His attention is entirely yours now.

"You're insane, JJ Maybank, absolutely insane."

Before he can reply, someone speaks up from behind the two of you. "So... everything okay now?"

John B, Pope, and Kiara are all standing there. The sun is rising, casting golden rays on everyone.

"Yeah, everything's okay." JJ says confidently, his hand squeezing yours.

"Anyone up for a sunrise boat ride?"

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a/n: honestly my computer glitched while I was editing and I couldn’t tell where I was typing at so there might be some random letters somewhere in there. I looked but I couldn’t find it lol 

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[petersasteria]

Defend - Harry Holland

Cocky!Reader is back

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Based on a line from Melanie Martinez's song "The Principal"

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"I still can't believe she did that!" Harry sighed sadly. Sam gave him a sad smile and a small pat on the back. Rachel left Harry for a guy on the swimming team named Noah. It wasn't a normal break up. It was kinda public. After all, everyone saw Rachel and Noah together when Harry wasn't around. It was only a matter of time for Rachel to leave him and when she did, it wasn't exactly private.

"I still don't get why we're here." Rachel rolled her eyes as she and Harry took a seat.

"We need it, Rachel." Harry said as he gave a small smile at the school's guidance counselor. He decided that he and Rachel needed couple's counseling because they haven't been talking as much as before.

"Okay, so what seems to be the problem, kids?" The guidance counselor, Ms. Amy, asked nicely.

"Rachel and I haven't been talking to each other and I haven't been seeing her. It's like she's avoiding me. In fact, this is the first time I've seen her again." Harry huffed.

Ms. Amy nodded and turned to Rachel, "Is that true?"

"Yes." Rachel said.

"Why have you been doing that, Rachel?" Ms. Amy asked as she neatly folded her hands together. Rachel looked at Harry and Ms. Amy before walking out of the room.

"Oh, um, wow. I've never had a student walk out on me before." Ms. Amy said.

"I'm so sorry." Harry said before following Rachel out. "What the hell was that, Rach?!" He said loud enough for people to stop and stare.

Rachel turned around and said, "We don't need counseling!"

"Yes, we do! We need to fix our relationship!"

"No, we don't because there's no relationship to fix!" Rachel yelled. Everyone who stopped and stared gasped at what she said.

Harry was humiliated and heartbroken that his girlfriend of three months would say that. "W-What do you mean?" He asked nervously.

"I'm saying, we're done. I found someone else." Rachel said before leaving. Harry just looked down in shame and left school. He texted Sam that he wasn't feeling well and went home.

It's been a week since the break up and Harry still couldn't process it. You weren't there when it happened because you were sick that day, but your friends updated you. Now that you're back and healthier than ever, you wanted to join in the situation.

"So, who did Rachel leave Harry for?" You asked Brittany. "She left Harry for Noah. He's from the swim team. He looks really basic." Brittany left after that and left you alone.

A few minutes later, you bumped into Sam and Harry and you smiled.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the Holland twins." You grinned playfully. "How're you holdin' up, Harry? I heard it was a bad break up."

"I'm not in the mood to deal with you right now, Y/N." Harry grumbled and pushed past you. It took you by surprise because he's never done that before. You looked at Sam who sighed. "Sammy, I need answers and we both know that you can give me that." You said nicely.

Sam shook his head, "Y/N, I ca-"

"I'll give you something in return. What do you want? Just name it." You crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow. Sam opened his mouth to talk but he closed his mouth again and blushed.

You chuckled and asked, "Sex? A blowjob? What?"

"A date?" Sam suggested. You shook your head, "I don't do dates."

"I thought that changed." Sam huffed but you shook your head. Sam stared at you and thought about it, "Fine. Sex."

You smiled, "Good! Okay, tell me the shit that you know I want to know."

Sam nodded, "Ever since the break up, Rachel has been bullying Harry. What's worse is that Noah joins in. He threw Harry in the dumpster one time and Rachel shoved mac n' cheese in Harry's face last week."

You nodded, "I see. I'll give Rachel a piece of my mind."

"What are you-"

"Relax, Sam." You leaned in and kissed his cheek. "I'll be nice. Anyway, text me when and where you want your reward. I'll see you later."

You spent the whole day trying to talk to Rachel but she kept ignoring you and avoiding you. She wasn't listening. So later that day when you arrived at the cafeteria with Brittany and saw Rachel dumping her drink at Harry, you had enough and decided to get a taste of her own medicine.

You went to your table with the other cheer leaders and jocks and said, "Hey jocks. I need you for this one."

The jocks wordlessly followed you and you smirked. You walked up to Rachel who was on her way back to the swim team's table.

"Hey Rachel!" You said loudly causing everyone to shut up and look at you. Rachel stopped in her tracks but didn't turn around. "Turn around, Rachel. I know you heard me. Ignoring me doesn't make you any less ugly and everyone knows that you're fucking ugly, it's not just me who thinks that."

She turned around and crossed her arms. You grinned, "Good." You walked up to her until you were face to face. "I've been trying to get a hold of you the whole day but you ignored me. So I figured I'd just shout to get your attention. Everyone's looking at us now and don't you just love that? Are you embarrassed? Tell me. How does it feel?"

Rachel didn't answer.

"I said answer, whore." You said.

"It's embarrassing; I'm embarrassed. Are you happy?!" Rachel scoffed.

You shook your head, "Not yet. Anyway, this is what Harry felt when you broke up with him. It's humiliating, isn't it? But let's not stop here."

You looked around and grabbed the drink of the nearest table and dumped it on Rachel just like what she did to Harry not too long ago. Rachel gasped at the cold feeling and everyone laughed along with you.

"What the hell?!" Rachel shrieked. She looked around and shouted, "It's not funny!" Which, of course, caused people to laugh more.

You smirked at her before grabbing mac n' cheese from the same table you got the drink from and shoved it on Rachel's face. That wasn't enough so you smeared the greasy container on her hair and left it there.

"Oh my god, Rach. You got a little something on your face." You faked a pout before grabbing an open carton of milk that was half empty and dumped it on Rachel too. "I hope that washes out the grease and everything."

You handed the three people you got the food from some money and told them to buy their food again. You turned to Rachel again, "So Rachel, what's it like to be embarrass like Harry? Not fun, huh? I tried to make you listen but you wouldn't so, I gave you the taste of your own medicine instead."

You looked over your shoulder and told the leader of the jocks, "Throw Noah in the dumpster." The jocks immediately walked to where Noah was and grabbed him from his seat.

"Hey! Put me down!" Noah thrashed and shouted. Rachel shrieked, "Put him down!"

"Shut up, Rachel!" You shouted before you led the way to the dumpster with the jocks following you as they carried Noah. Of course, almost everyone in the cafeteria followed you including Sam and Harry.

The jocks were hovering Noah above the dumpster and you said, "Wait. I want to ask something."

"Noah, I know your mom's a single mom. and I know that she's busting her ass off working at that shitty restaurant and on her day off, she holds a garage sale just to make some extra money. Is being a douchebag a good payback for your mom?" You asked.

Noah's face flushed red when you mentioned his mom. No one knew about his family. Not even Rachel. "H-How did you know that?" Noah stammered.

You shrugged, "I know a lot of things and if you can't answer my question, here's a rhetorical one: what if I told your mother that her son's a cruel motherfucker?"

You nodded your head at the dumpster and the jocks dumped Noah in. You smiled and said, "I'm feeling extra nice today and I don't want Noah to be lonely in there. Dump his garbage girlfriend named Rachel in there too, jocks."

One of the jocks picked Rachel up and dumped her in too. Everyone was laughing as they went back in the cafeteria. Sam and Harry were just there shocked at everything that just happened.

"I hope that made you feel better, Holland." You winked at Harry. "I know I mess with you a lot, but I draw the line at shoving good food in faces and dumping people in the dumpster."

"That did make me feel better, thank you." Harry said genuinely.

You smiled and left. Sam and Harry walked back to their table in silence.

"Y/N owes me sex." Sam mentioned when they sat down.

"Dude, you ruined the moment." Harry sighed and shook his head.

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[thirsty-x1]

Ice Cream Lick | Han Seungwoo

Request:

Hey! I really love all your fics♡ so... I notice your request are open! Can i request one? :") its smut with Seungwoo. Can it be like he got triggered bcs the girl is eating an ice cream? Lol thankyou in advance!

↬ Pairing: Seungwoo x gn!reader.

↬ Genre: Smut.

↬ Warnings: explicit language, semi-exhibition, oral sex, slight face fucking, cum swallowing.

↬ Word Count: 1.5k

It was nice to see them all like this, although it meant you had to work quite a lot. Their hair was a mess, some making it obvious that had barely gotten any sleep by the bags under their eyes, others nervously sweating at the idea of going out into the stage, but they were all natural and that had a certain charm in your mind. Or maybe that was just the stylist part in you speaking.

There was still an hour left and given how tired they seemed, the staff had agreed on giving them a little break and getting some ice cream so that they could fight the heat a little. Their smiles were priceless as each got their own, choosing whatever flavor suited them the most, except for Dohyon that got close to you and offered to give you his ice cream.

“I’m on a diet, so I can’t really eat it.” His words slightly hurt you, trying to decline his offer with your hands.

“You can eat this, sweetie, it won’t make that big of a difference and it’s a nice treat.”

Seungyoun laughed at your reply. “He would eat it if there weren’t two cups of ramen resting on his stomach right now.” Dohyon eyes got big, like a deer in highlights.

“It wasn’t two cups!”

“Right.” Hangyul agreed, careful to not drop his cone. “It was three.”

Everyone was laughing except for the victim that was blushing profusely, pushing the ice cream into your hands as he prepared to get scolded by his manager. With the whole sitcom happening, it was half way into becoming a melted pool of sweetness, so you just started licking it hurriedly, including the bits that were sliding down your fingers.

As you kept eating the ice cream, you went back to paying attention to the boys: Eunsang sharing a bite of his with Dohyon and Dongpyo reprimanding him for it, Junho smearing some into Minhee’s face, Wooseok elegantly holding the tiny spoon to eat it while Yohan made fun of him and Seungyoun, Hyeongjun and Hangyul starting a competition to see which one of them could finish it first without getting a brain freeze.

All of them were laughing and enjoying themselves, all of them except for Seungwoo, his stare completely fixed on you, although it looked like he was a bit lost. He tended to do so, you had come to realize that whenever he started thinking, his eyebrows would raise slightly and wouldn’t blink for a minute until someone called him out for it, which lead to some awkward situations. However, it didn’t seem to be like that this time, since his eyes followed each one of your movements, sucking on his bottom lip as he ate another bit of his own ice cream, cheeks tinting red as he finally made eye contact with you.

You got distracted as one of the members of the staff called you to specify which make up was going to be done today, confirming the final details. There was only a bit more than half an hour left until they had to get out so all of them started to get ready, but when you looked out for your client of the day… he wasn’t anywhere to be found.

“Yohan, have you seen Seungwoo? I still need to do his hair and finish his make up.”

“Uh, I think I saw him getting into the changing room? Something wrong with his clothes.”

After thanking him you walked there, knocking on the door a few times but without getting any reply, so you knocked again, this time asking.

“Seungwoo? It’s me, is everything alright?”

“Ah, yes! Nothing to worry about, the clothes are just… a bit tight…”

You furrowed your brows. “We checked the sizes before though, did you grab Seungyoun’s by mistake or something?”

“I d-don’t really think so… I’ll be out in a minute! Just–” Through his rambling you finished your ice cream quickly to free your hands.

“Seungwoo, there is only thirty minutes until the performance starts so just let me in and I’ll fix it in ten minutes tops, yes? This is my job.”

He seemed to doubt a bit before letting you in, hurrying to close the door the second you got in and pressed his forehead to the wall. You waited a few minutes before growing frustrated, asking him where it felt tight but he simply dismissed you with a wave of his hand until you turned him around, checking on his jacket and shirt before your eyes fell to the bulge in his pants.

“I-I’m sorry, I really tried to make it go but I couldn’t so I came here to, well, do something about it, I can’t go out like this…” You pinched the bridge of your nose, trying to think fast. “I’m really sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, it’s normal, it happens all the time.”

His played with his fingers, looking to the ground. “That’s not why I’m apologizing… it was when I saw you eating the i-ice cream and it just happened.”

“Oh.” Was there anything you could say in this situation? “Can you masturbate?”

The way his eyes started shaking and his face became completely red gave him away, getting a sigh out of you as you fixed your hair so that it wouldn’t bother you, fingers fast to unbutton his pants before dropping to your knees.

“W-what are you doing–”

“It will be faster like this and there isn’t much time…” As soon as you looked up, he twitched again. “Is this fine with you?”

“Y-yes…”

“Try to keep it low, not like the rest are very far away.” You went back at the task at hand, pulling down the pants along with his underwear just enough to take out his already hard cock.

“Of course I’ll keep it low, why wouldn’t I–!”

The sharp intake of breath as you engulfed his length was somewhat rewarding to you, proceeding to bob your head and take more of him, trying to keep track of the time. After making sure you had lubed him up correctly, you pulled him off your mouth, your hand stroking the base as your tongue teased the tip of his member, the taste of his precum mixing with the previous ice cream and resulting in a rather disgusting taste. You looked up at him only to find a gone Seungwoo, his head thrown back and his mouth agape.

“Are you okay?”

He looked down on you, bucking his hips at the view. “It’s cold.”

It wasn’t the reply you weren’t expecting but it made you laugh, the slight vibration sending shivers down his spine while his fingers tangled on your hair although he didn’t do anything at all, letting you control the pace. You went down on him again, hollowing your cheeks and gagging slightly as he hit the back of your throat, evoking a choked out whimper from him.

“I told you to be quiet.” The whispers against the underside of his shaft made him shudder, getting shy as he noticed you checking the time. “Fifteen minutes left.”

“It just feels too good…” He grabbed a hold of your head, his gaze turning slightly darker. “Can I? I’m close.”

Seeing him like this was beyond your expectations, all of a sudden feeling the leader vibes that the rest of the guys would always talk about. His frame seeming bigger, squaring up his shoulders, his jaw pointing upwards, his whole aura making you feel so small. With a tiny nod you gave him permission, relaxing your jaw as he rolled his hips, enjoying the cold feeling of the ice cream and the warmth of your mouth before he started thrusting, fucking your face at an almost rough pace. Your chest was starting to hurt a bit from the effort of holding back your gags, his brows furrowing each time he would hear the choking sound before he throbbed, spilling his seed on your tongue, leaving you no other option than swallowing each of his spurts with a bit of difficulty.

“Fuck…” Your coughs brought him back quickly. “I’m so sorry, sorry, I thought that it was the best way to not make a whole mess.”

“You… you really should jerk off more often, that was too much.” Your voice was slightly hoarse from the previous abuse, quickly getting up and signaling him to tuck his softening member in. “Now let’s go, your hair is a complete mess from you passing your hands through it.”

Seungwoo smiled a little seeing you try to make yourself look presentable again, his fingers going to fix your hair a bit, his thumb grazing against the corner of your mouth to clean a bit of his cum left, unsure of making his next movement… slipping his finger past your swollen lips, an approving hum leaving him as he felt your tongue swirl against his pad. He rushed to get out, afraid of getting hard again and sat on one of the chairs in front of the mirror, silently threatening the mocking smile that Seungyoun gave him.

“Ah, y/n… I think I also have some wardrobe malfunctions.”

“I’m not in charge of styling you.” You slapped the back of his head at his to giggle as you started to groom Seungwoo, pulling on his hair to erase the goofy smirk on his face.

I love the idea of sucking Seungwoo off. What a good boy he would be despite not being able to shut up. Also support him joining Victon because it’s not the end of the world and he needs support more than anything right now, otherwise I’ll whoop your ass and not in the nice way.

~Nani

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desc.: Sako was only gone for three days. It may as well have been an eternity - not that you’d ever tell him that.

a/n: this isn’t the mafa fic but it’s still compress so im happy. the mafia fic is coming. i promise. don’t bail on me [masterlist and requests]

w/c: 922

“You’re a difficult one to find.”

Your hand tightened around the railing, but your back stayed to Sako as he joined you on the balcony. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself. “Taste of your own medicine, I suppose.”

He set two glasses on the railing and popped the cap off of a wine bottle. You didn’t realize the pure depth of the situation until you looked up at the man next to you, who sat the bottle next to the glasses and reached up to unclasp his mask. You’d seen Sako with just the tophat and the balaclava, but the air always seemed to leave your lungs when you could finally see his eyes. It didn’t help when the night framed his features like the world’s goddamned magnum opus.

“It wasn’t so much my fault, now. I was away on a three-day mission.” He looked down at you with a sly grin, and your heart turned against you.

You forced your gaze back out upon the city. “What’s all this for, then?”

“Well, I’ve been gone, haven’t I?” He poured your glass first. “I imagined you’d be glad to see me.”

You didn’t deny it, and he didn’t pester you over it. You took a drink.

“Toga tells me that everyone’s been looking for you,” Sako began. “Have you left this room at all today?”

“I’ve been on my balcony,” You replied. 

You paused for a long moment before you asked, “How did you get into my room?”

“Hmm?” He sipped at his wine with a smirk.

“I locked the door this morning.”

“Mmm. Hadn’t noticed.” He sipped again at his drink before leaning on the rail, turned towards you. “Although, it’s a bit odd of you to stay dwelled up in your room all day, no?”

You fixed your eyes on your glass. Sako slid closer- just slightly, but enough to feel nervous.

Softly, he asked, “Would you care to talk about it?”

You talked about a lot of things with Sako. You liked to talk about new cuisines, and the weather, and the secrets behind his magic tricks (though he always pleaded that it took away from the act). He was the only one who knew your life story. But some things, especially certain things relating to Sako himself, were better left unsaid.

“I was just feeling a little down again, is all.” You were lying through your teeth. You downed the rest of your wine.

Sako hummed. “I don’t believe you.”

“It doesn’t matter whether or not you believe me.”

“It matters if I already know the truth.”

You snapped your gaze to him just as he set his glass down on the railing. With only a bit of hesitation, he reached up to set his tophat aside, and he slipped his balaclava off after it. There was no doubt he couldn’t see the repressed emotions in your eyes now tumbling outward at the sight of him. 

He was handsome. He wore his smile like he knew as much and thought more of it. He was perfect, too, but there was no saying if he felt the same, because all of his attention was on you.

“You shouldn’t wait for me,” He said, grinning as if to comfort you. “I’m horrible to follow, and even worse to wait on.”

You choked on your response. “I don’t...I-...” He was patient as you gathered your thoughts. “I wasn’t waiting on you.”

“You were hiding from me, then.”

“No, that’s not- that’s not it.”

“Well, in either case, I do believe we both feel the same. Therefore…” 

You looked at him, eyebrows raising as he wore a knowing smirk. You cleared your throat and stepped closer. “Therefore…?”

He grabbed the bottle. “Therefore, your glass is empty, and I’m going to need us both a bit more drunk if we’re going to sort this out this evening.”

You snapped your mouth shut as he poured more wine into your glass. You swallowed. “Uhm...sort what out?”

“Oh, well, all of this pent up emotion we’ve been keeping. I find it rather troublesome. Is that enough?” He gestured to your glass, and you nodded hastily as you scrambled for words again.

“Do you mean...uhm, what do you mean?”

He gave a heavy sigh and set the near-empty bottle on the railing behind him. He took your hands in his gloved own, and you felt something in your chest flare up at his touch. 

“Let me be frank, as it seems you are in need of it,” He started. “I’ve fancied you since the moment I laid my eyes upon you, but I will find myself utterly devoted to you for as long as we shall live.” You blinked. He groaned. “I love you, you odd little person.”

“Oh...oh!” You grabbed his hands tighter as if he were trying to escape. “I- uhm- I think I love you too? I’m pretty sure? I don’t know, I’ve never actually loved loved anyone before, but I…” You sighed. Your heart was nearly about to burst from your chest. “...but I love love you.” 

“That much is certain, dearest.” He planted a kiss on your knuckles, though you’d much rather he kissed your lips, but that didn’t seem to be in his itinerary that evening as he freed one of his hands to grab his wine glass. “Now, do you wish to tell me again why you’ve been isolated in your room all day?”

He grinned over the rim of his glass. You smiled.

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Enchanted - Adam Sackler (pt. 5)

oof, so sorry it took so long to update, but i’ve been stuck on this part for a long time ugh. hope you’ll like it!

series summary: You are casted as Giselle in the Broadway adaptation of Enchanted with Adam as Robert.

word count: 3.6k

Part 1 - Part 2- Part 3 - Part 4

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Chapter title: True love’s kiss

“Hey!”

Adam’s voice makes you jump and turning around you are met with his grinning face. He seems to be in a good mood, but that’s kind of the usual for him.

“Hi,” you breathe out with a faint smile before turning back to the notice board, but you have no idea what you were reading before he appeared.

“What’s up? How you feeling?”

“Um, nothing much. A little tired.”

You thank God he can’t read your mind, because now you are thinking how you lied in bed all night, staring at the ceiling, thinking about him. In all kinds of ways… Especially because today you are rehearsing the kissing scene, meaning that you’ll have to kiss him over and over again when you haven’t even gotten yourself over the first one yet.

“You want a coffee? I can get you one, I don’t need as much time getting dressed as you.”

“No, but thank you.”

You give up staring at the notice board and head to the elevators, Adam walking right beside you.

“So, how are things with Clyde?”

“Adam…” you sigh as the elevator door slides open and you walk in. “Clyde and I are just friends.”

“Mhm, alright. Then let’s talk about us.”

Shit, now you are trapped with him in the elevator. Staring at the numbers changing you wish it was going faster, because Adam’s eyes are basically burning a hole into you.

“What about us?” you innocently ask.

“We didn’t get to finish our conversation the other day.”

“I didn’t even want to start it,” you hiss with a frown.

“Why are you being so ignorant?” he asks with a chuckle. You don’t like how easy he is taking it, like it’s not that big of a deal.

“I’m not ignorant, Adam. I just…”

“You are just afraid of the truth.”

“The truth?” you ask raising your eyebrows at him. The elevator door opens and you step out, but Adam gets in front of you stopping you in the hallway.

“The truth is that we get along pretty well and I can tell you like me, you are attracted to me and the same goes for me too. I just don’t get what scares you so much.”

“I’m not scared!” you state, but the moment you let the words roll off your tongue you know it’s one big fat lie. You are scared, you’re just not sure what it really is that scares the shit out of you.

Adam gives you the “bullshit” look and you just roll your eyes at him.

“Lying to yourself is not too healthy, Y/N.”

“What are you now, a doctor?”

“Dr. Adam Sackler, it has a nice ring to it,” he nods with a satisfied grin.

“Okay, this conversation is over,” you growl and walking past him you are determined to finally reach your dressing room, but Adam catches up with you before you could reach your destination.

“Just give me one chance. Just one!” He stands between you and the door, his massive body blocking the way completely. “One date and if you really still feel like it’s better to just stay friends or co-workers or whatever, I’m fine with that.”

“One date is not enough for anything.”

“In your opinion. But if you ask me, it can do a lot,” he smirks proudly and now you are interested in what he has in his mind.

“Just one?”

“Yeah. One date.”

“I’ll think about it,” you say and pushing him to the side you head inside.

“When can I expect an answer?”

“When I have one!” you say and then snap the door closed.

Half an hour later you finally have your glorious dress on for the ball scene and you just can’t get enough of it. It really makes you feel like a princess. Like Giselle. You make your way to the stage where most people are already there, ready for the rehearsal to start.

“Oh my God! You look gorgeous!” Ana, aka Queen Narissa cheers when she spots you, although her costume is just as magical as yours. Misha really nailed it with the costume department.

“Thank you,” you blush giving her a quick hug.

“Wow, Y/N!” Clyde walks up to you, seemingly just as satisfied with your dress as everyone else, while he is rocking his Prince Edward costume.

A little compliment circle forms around you that ends when Trevor orders the start of rehearsal and everyone gets into position. Adam is standing at the front of the stage where you have to join him and he has his eyes fixed on you as you approach him.

“You look beautiful,” he shyly compliments and you find it cute how this tall, massive guy smiles like a little boy.

“Thanks,” you smile back at him before taking your place.

Through the whole scene you try not to stress about the kiss that is about to happen, even forget about it. Trevor stops and makes you repeat a lot of parts so it takes quite some time to get to the final, kissing part.

Right before the critical part you are basically just lying on a sofa as everyone else is carrying the dialogue and you use your time to take a good look at both men standing next to you.

Clyde is not too much shorter than Adam and he is clearly a ladies’ favorite. Thinking back at the time you’ve spent with him you honestly don’t understand why you don’t think about him in a romantic way. Clearly, you are not opposed against the fact that you have to kiss him as well during the scene, but it doesn’t fill you with the same kind of… excitement that you feel about having Adam’s lips on yours again.

Oh, Adam. You push down a sigh as your eyes travel over to him standing tall in his nice suit and that ridiculously good-looking hair of his makes you want to run your fingers through it. This man has been making you lose your mind since day one. You remember the moment he walked into the room on the day of the table read so clearly and the charisma he had. Your attraction towards Adam is truly scaring you, but you just can’t figure out what it really is that makes you so frightened to give in to your feelings.

Is it the stuff you’ve learned about his past? That film clearly didn’t have the best impression on you, but Lora is right. This is not nearly bad enough to be a fatal reason not to give him a chance. In fact, you’ve been extremely curious about what it’s really like to be with him. You are ashamed to admit you even thought about getting spanked by him and it didn’t freak you out entirely.

Is it the fact that he is your co-worker? But Adam was right, this is not an office with strict rules, it’s Broadway, the place is filled with artists and they are nothing like others, romance is not an issue as long as it doesn’t stand in the way of working. Though it surely is an issue, because if things don’t turn out good, it’s going to be awkward having to work together while the show is running.

But that’s just one thing. What else is keeping you away from letting him barge into your life? Staring up at him he catches you looking while Clyde is saying his own lines and a small smile appears on his lips, it’s almost invisible, but you can tell it’s there from his eyes. It makes your heart skip a beat and you almost gasp as realization sets in.

You haven’t felt this attracted to anyone in a long time, if not ever in your life and that’s what scares you the most. Because what if he doesn’t feel the same way? What if he rejects you when he really gets to know you? What if you are not enough for him after all? There are so many things that scare you and you don’t know if you are willing to take the chance and find out if any of it is real.

“True love’s kiss,” Adam says his line breaking eye contact.

“What?” Clyde replies.

“It’s the most powerful thing in the world.” Adam looks back at you and you forget to breathe from his stare.

“Yes, yes of course!” Clyde kneels next to you and as the music intensifies he leans down and kisses you.

His lips are soft and the kiss is rather short and shy, but you definitely don’t feel like it moves anything inside you at all. Then he kisses you two more times, according to the script he is trying really hard to bring you back to life, but you don’t react.

“It’s not working!” he exclaims.

“You’ll never save her now!” Ana lets out a wicked laugh. “When the clock strikes twelve, she’ll be dead!”

“Unless…” Clyde turns to Adam who is pretending to be confused about the happenings.

“It’s not possible,” he shakes his head. “It couldn’t be me.” “It has to be!”

“Just kiss her, Robert!” comes the order from Clara who plays Nancy. “It’s okay.”

It’s not okay, you tell yourself as you remain still on the sofa, waiting for it to happen.

Adam slowly kneels next to you and reaching up he softly caresses your cheek.

“Please, don’t leave me…” he begs before his hand slides to the base of your neck and leaning down he presses his lips to yours.

It’s like real life magic, you forget about rehearsal and all the people around you when his lips touch yours. It’s nowhere near as innocent and short as Clyde’s kiss was, there’s so much more passion and you can’t help yourself from kissing him back. It feels impossible for you not to kiss him back and for a moment you are afraid Trevor will stop you, but you hear nothing, just the beating of your own heart up in your head from the excitement of kissing Adam again.

Pulling away you cup his face in one hand and it feels like time has stopped on the stage. Everyone is watching you, but all you see is Adam’s eyes burning down on you.

“I knew it was you,” you say your line as the music starts again, people are clapping and pulling him down you kiss him again.

The only reason you don’t feel bad about being so passionate in the kiss is that Adam goes just as hard as you. It’s not as intense as the first time you two kissed, but the surroundings and everything behind it makes it just as unforgettable as the first one.

It makes you realize that no matter how scary it feels to give Adam a chance, you know you’d be making a mistake if you said no to his date offer. You can’t just shut him out completely and you know you shouldn’t.

So when you pull back and wrap your arms around his neck, just as Trevor told you to do so, you whisper into his ear so only he can hear you: “I’ll go on a date with you.”

You feel his body stiffen for a moment and when you let go and you look into his eyes they are shining bright.

Trevor makes you redo the scene five more times, that means that you get to kiss Adam ten more times and you shamelessly enjoy every one of them. You feel like you can’t get enough of his soft, plump lips and he seems just as eager to savor your lips as you.

By the end of the rehearsal you feel dizzy and you realize you haven’t been kissed this many times in such a short period by more than one person, this is definitely a record.

“Great work, everybody. See you all tomorrow!” Trevor ends the rehearsal and the gang quickly starts to dissolve.

As you head off the stage Adam catches up with you, offering you a hand since you struggle to make your way out in the long dress and high heels.

“You meant that?” he asks, a child-like excitement filling his tone. You can’t help but smile to yourself.

“I did.”

“You won’t regret, I promise!” he cheers and you just chuckle at his enthusiasm.

“I better not,” you warn him jokingly before you part your ways and both head into your own dressing rooms.

 Adam is a smart guy. He takes advantage of the fact that the two of you didn’t lay out anything specific regarding the date so he definitely tries his best to bring the most out of this one occasion you agreed to.

Nine in the morning on your day off, you hear the knock on the door and you suddenly feel more nervous than ever in your life even though you know exactly who is standing on the other side.

“Good morning,” he greets you with a satisfied grin as you open the door. He stands tall on your doormat, dressed casually in a pair of dark jeans and a black t-shirt.

“Morning,” you smile shyly, inviting him inside.

“You haven’t eaten, right?”

“No, just had some juice.”

“Alright, good. Are you coming in this?” he asks taking a look at your oversized hoodie and cotton shorts.

“You don’t like it?” you ask jokingly striking a pose and he shakes his head chuckling.

“I do, actually. It gives a nice view of your legs.”

“I still have to change, I just wanted to wait for you and ask what I should be wearing for the day. You didn’t tell me anything about your plans.”

“Just… wear whatever you want. Something comfortable.”

“Alright. Want something to drink maybe while I get changed?”

“No thanks. Can I look around?” he politely asks and you nod your head before heading into your bedroom to change.

Adam curiously walks around you small, but cozy apartment, eyeing every small detail, using his chance to dig into your very personal life finally. While he is snooping around you put on a pair of light washed mom jeans and tug a simple white turtleneck into it, finishing the fit off with a pair of comfortable sneakers and you hope it’ll be suitable for the day. When you walk out of your room you find Adam at the little corkboard that’s filled with pictures and memories, he is examining a picture that was taken on your graduation day.

“You looked cute with shorter hair,” he smiles as you join him at the board.

“Thanks. I impulsively cut it a month before graduation.”

“Did you cry?”

“While cutting it? No. It’s just hair,” you shrug.

“Exactly! That’s what I always say! People get so freaked out when they cut it, but it grows back.”

“In most cases,” you smirk. “I’m ready to leave, by the way.”

“Great. You look nice, let’s head out.”

First stop is breakfast. Adam takes you to a small bakery that’s not even that far from your place, but you never even heard of it. Unfortunately. Because their croissant must be made by angels and the coffee is just exceptional.

“Oh shit, I could eat ten more of this,” you sigh in satisfaction and Adam chuckles looking at you over his coffee.

“You want another one?”

“No, I already had three, my stomach wouldn’t take it.”

“They do delivery as well,” he smirks and your eyes go wide at the information.

“Thanks, now I’m gonna spend all my money on croissants!”

Adam shakes his head at you laughing as he finishes his own breakfast up and as you get ready to leave he walks up to the counter, discussing something with the cashier. You curiously eyes him when he returns.

“I ordered three for you for tomorrow morning,” he smiles at you shyly.

“You shouldn’t have! How am I gonna fit in my dresses?!” you gasp in a joking manner.

“You’ll be fine,” he smirks before leading you out the door.

You couldn’t figure out what his plans would be for a day long date, but when he finally fills you in, you’re amazed by the creativity.

“We are gonna be checking out the most luxurious places of Manhattan, pretending like we want to buy them,” he finally tells you when you are on the subway.

“What?” you ask with an amused chuckle.

“There are some pretty impressive homes on sale, we’ll pretend to be a rich couple,” he smirks, clearly proud of the idea.

It’s not everyday you set your foot in the Upper East Side, it’s clearly not your part of the city, but you would be lying if you said you have never dreamed about having a home here. You’ll probably never have enough money to own a place here, but when Adam takes your hand upon arriving to the first location and the real estate agent invites the two of you inside with a warm, welcoming smile, you feel like it’s reality for a little while.

The homes you check out in the next couple of hours are all so unique and luxurious on a level you probably can’t imagine by yourself. Everything is so spotless and perfect, it’s almost as if they are not even meant to be homes, but museums. Every place is different and interesting in different ways. One has an indoor pool, the other one has the most amazing view from the spacious living room and a third one has a wardrobe any woman would die to own.

You find it entertaining how Adam plays a character, pretending to be a wealthy man, willing to find the perfect home for him and his wife, who is happened to be you. Enjoying the game you play along with him and have an amazing time being Mrs. Sackler just for a little while. You can’t deny that every time he smiles at you or takes your hand or touches the small of your back makes you shiver and you are enjoying these little moments.

For lunch he takes you to a small Italian place and you let him order for you, trusting his taste enough to give him this choice and you he doesn’t disappoint. Once the heavenly pizza fills you up he suggests a walk in Central Park so the two of you go to explore this little bit of nature in the heart of the city.

There’s no awkward silence, not even once. He always has something to say and you find yourself talking a lot as well, feeling the urge to share your thoughts with him. The topics range from the silliest tiny things through some serious and deep conversations and Adam happens to be a great partner in all of them. He might be a goofball most of the time, but he can definitely get deep when he needs to be.

You share a lot about your past, struggles and happy times as well and you listen to him talk about his life before Broadway. As you keep on talking you soon leave the park and start walking around the city aimlessly, occasionally ending up in famous sights, pretending to be tourists. Time flies by faster than ever and you soon realize it has gotten dark. You get some sandwiches at a deli as an early dinner and heat back to your place as the date is slowly nearing its end. You can’t deny this has been your best date ever, both creativity and fun-wise. You can’t bring up one thing that you didn’t like, that’s something no one could reach before.

It’s past eight when you finally arrive back to your place, meaning that you’ve successfully spent almost 11 hours together, but it surely has been the best day you’ve had in a while, including the day when you found out you got the role.

“Was it awful?” Adam grins at you stopping in front of your building.

“Oh, so bad. I regret ever saying yes to this date,” you scoff making it over dramatic, but luckily he gets the hint and laughs at your answer.

“Alright, good. That’s what I was aiming for.”

“Clearly,” you smirk up at him.

Staring up at him you feel like your rationality is just out on vacation and your heart has taken over control. Because nothing that has kept you from Adam seems to be relevant as you look into his eyes.

“I uh…” he starts, looking like a nervous little boy. “I really want to kiss you, but I’m not gonna if you don’t want me to.”

“I want you to,” you answer without even thinking about it. You see his eyebrows twitch in surprise, but not wanting to miss the chance he just leans down and kisses you before you could change your mind.

Kissing Adam is the easiest thing in the world, it feels so right and you could do it everyday for the rest of your life. The height difference is just perfect, his hands fit on your body just right wherever he touches you and his lips… Oh those lips! You can never get enough of them.

You stand on the pavement for a long time, kissing like teenagers before Adam leans back, hands still on your waist.

“I-I should… get going,” he says, but his eyes say otherwise and you don’t want him to leave either. No, it wouldn’t be right if he just went home after such a perfect day.

“Or you could… come up.”

He stares at you for a few seconds, searching for any sign that would tell him that you don’t mean it, but there’s none. You really want him to come up and finally make all your fantasies come true.

Leaning down he kisses you softly one more time.

“After you,” he grins and you just chuckle at him taking his hand and pulling him after you into the building.

By the time you reach your bedroom neither of you have any clothes on…

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The Mandalorian X Eatherian Reader

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Summary: Reader is from earth and stumbles upon the mandalorian, suddenly joining his adventures.

Warnings: Fluff, language

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It was finally Friday, Y/n was exhausted from classes and just wanted to get home and throw himself into bed, ignoring all of his calls and texts from hsi friends and just block out the world. It’s been a while since he’s last spoken to his parents, actually its been almost three years since he’s last spoken to them, he got lucky enough to still be in college before his parents cut him off, forcing him to work two jobs and late night shifts to earn the money he needed for his classes.

He doesn’t like it when others help him, it makes him feel weak at times but their are other times when he really wishes he could get some help. Just a little nudge is all he wanted.

Yet, here he is wandering around the woods in a black hoodie and dark jeans, he was wearing his favorite converse as he steps over some puddles and jumps over a few logs. After lessons he would take his usual walks in the woods, he enjoyed the smell of the trees and the after smell of rain. It relaxed him and brought him some good memories of his past, even though he was still trying to forget the bad ones. Y/n has his headphones on with music playing in the background, he tears off a branch from a tree and swings it around, finding a clean patch of mud he bends down to start drawing out random things that came into mind.

He was so focused on his drawing that he didn’t even notice a small like green creature approach him. The small creature stares at the young adult in curiosity, tilting his head to the side as his ears twitched, listening to the other hum and sing as he watched him draw in the mud. The small child slowly approaches and without thinking it reaches out to place its tiny hands on the mud in front of the adult male.

Y/n raised a brow in confusion at the strange small hand, looking up slowly his eyes widen. His eyes meet a pair of large black ones, panicking, he falls back on his bottom and quickly moves away from the creature. “What in the-“ before he began to ask himself questions he noticed the small green creature coo at him and giggle, his ears wiggling in excitement as he watched the others reaction.

“What the hell are you?” He asks softly and Sits himself up, he crawls over to the kid on all fours and looks at him up and down. “Hm, you are pretty cute.” He admits with a small smile, reaching out to take the child tiny hands into his own. Y/n didn’t seemed fazed by this, I mean he’s literally sitting in front of an unknown species that came form who knows where and its adorable as hell!!

“Whoa, easy...” Y/n whispered to the kid, it slowly finds its way in between his legs, sitting itself down on his lap and lets out a small squeak. Y/n chuckled at the kids little noises, he found them adorable to listen too. “Hate to sound rude or anything but where are you from?” He picks up the kid and removes him from his lap, setting him down in front of him and continue to exam him, hopping to find a hint of a known species.

As he reaches to touch the child’s ears he hears a mechanical voice say. “Get away from him!”

Y/n flinches in surprise and pulls his hand back, looking up to see a man, or what he hopes is a man, wearing an armor suit and helmet that covered his entire face. “I didn’t mean to touch him.” He quickly blurts out and stumbles to stand up.

The mandalorian held out his blaster towards the Earthian. He’s heard about these kinds of people and planet earth, he’s heard rumors going around that earth was a planet that was off limits to everyone, including the empire which surprised him the most. He’s heard the earth wasn’t allowed to be tracke doesn’t or put into their grids, no one had the audacity to visit earth but now that the empire was no longer around, who’s going to stop the mandalorian from trying to visit? The first night that he landed he made sure that he was quiet and unseen, he didn’t want to attract to many eyes and he was only going to be their for a short amount of time. He was simply going to check if their was anything that they could us for their next trip but of course, the kid suddenly decides to wander off without the mandalorian noticing. That damn kid always stuck next to him and now he suddenly decides to wander on his own? He spent hours searching for the kid only to find him interacting with an Earthian.

“I said get away from him.” His voice is full of venom, glaring under his helmet, he adjusts his blaster. The Earthian lets out a nervous laughter as he slowly stands up, “Look, I don’t want to cause trouble and neither should you so please, lower the gun, or whatever that thing is.” He held his hands up as if showing the mandalorian that he wasn’t going out hurt the kid.

The mandalorian steps forward and bends down to pick up the child, turning to look at the kid he frowns.”Womb rat.” He randomly says, earning a slight whimper in return from the kid.

Y/n was watching the two interact, taking this as his chance to make a run for it. He slowly takes a few steps back and glanced over his shoulder to find a quick way back home without causing any trouble and he also didn’t want to die, not yet. He takes another step backwards, “Don’t move.” He froze in place, hearing the mandalorian speak to him. Y/n turns to gaze at the man and bites his lip, “What is an Earthian like you doing out here?” The mandalorian asks in curiosity, he’s been staying in these woods for awhile now and he hasn’t seen any Earthians around which gave him the thought that Earthians hated the woods.

“Earthian?” Y/n raised a brow at the name he was given. “You’re not from around here are you?” He asks, ignoring the others question.

The mandalorian lowers down his blaster, “You Don’t know about us?”

“About us? About what?”

The mandalorian gave the Earthian a surprised look, everyone knew about earth and how it was forbidden to visit but he didn’t expect the Earthians to know nothing about them. “About the galaxy and other planets.” He responds.

Y/n could only give him a dumbfounded look, “I don’t think so, we only know that plants from Pluto to the sun so like,” he shrugs. “We don’t explore space as much since we aren’t that advanced.” Y/n lowers down his arms, noticing the other lower down its gun. “Look I don’t want to cause trouble, I was just walking around like usual and minding my own business until-“ he points over to the kid. “He randomly showed up, I didn’t hurt him, I may have touched his tiny hands but that’s it!” He quick says, defending himself before he could get himself killed by the strange guy.

The mandalorian holds the kid close under his arm, he gave the other a look before he puts away the blaster. “Your not from around here are you?” Y/n suddenly blurts out.

“And you don’t know anything about us.” He said back.

“Okay listen child, if you could explain to me everything in a better way then maybe I can help you or something.” His sass was showing as he leans against a tree with his arms crossed, a frown covering his face.

The mandalorian was taken back by the guys sudden sass, he felt offended when he was sudddnely called a ‘child’ when he wasn’t. “What exactly can you help me with? You earthlings are considered weak and scared.”

Y/n gasps, “For your information I am not weak nor afraid! I can help with things wether they are big or small I can do it!”

“Can You repair a ship?”

The other stutters once he was asked if he knew how to repair a ship. “W..what kind of ship?” The mandalorian lets out a deep sigh and turns around to head back towards his own ship, expecting Y/n to follow behind him as he carries the child back to their ship. Y/n follows close behind the strange man, he grips his shirt softly and looks around, his eyes landed on a large ship which caused his eyes to widen. “Holy shit—“ he breathes out in shock.

He examined the ship, walking around in circles, he gently touched the metal and breaths out a gasp. “Holy crap this is real, this is actually real.” He chuckled out. The mandalorian set done the child and allows him to roam around but close enough for him to see where he was gong. “Think you can fix it?”

“Fix it?” Y/n raised a brow. “Where ever your from, this thing probably has something that earth doesn’t have. I mean, Look at it!!” He held his arms out and gestured towards the large ass ship that he was standing next too. “I know a little bit about machinery and engineering but what you have here is nothing compared to earth, its like...different.” He shrugs and exams the side of the ship and ran his hand through some black liquid, “This isn’t fuel is it?” He question with a worried look on his face. The mandalorian sighs in disappointment, he was stuck on this planet for who knows how long. He has to get off of it and quick. “Can you try to repair it?” He ignores the others questions, he was desperate to get going.

Y/n bites his lip, glancing around before sighing as well. “I can try but I cant keep any promises that it’ll work well.” He warns and pulls out his phone to check the timing and his schedule. “Your lucky that I don’t have any classes tomorrow or else I would’ve spent the rest of my weekend watching movies.”

The mandalorian could only stare at him from under the helmet, confused by what the other was saying, he decides to ignore it and not question it. “Just get the material you need to fix it.”

“JUsT gEt tHe mAtErIaLs—“ Y/n mimics back with a slight tone of irritation. “Ill get you your damn materials.” He hissed back. The mandalorian glared back, this guy was slowly getting on his nerves. “Just do it.”

“Of course, sir.” Y/n puts his pone away and looks up at the sky, “It’s almost twilight, Best I get back home. I’ll come by early in the morning with the materials to fix your ship and then after that you can continue on with your journey or something.” He shrugs. “So do me a favor and keep yourself hidden because humans on this planet around so friendly with things they’ve never seen before, especially with the kid around. If anyone comes by and sees him, they wont hesitate to hurt him.” He explains in warning. Earth may seem peaceful but it was actually hell for Y/n.

People were getting killed everyday and wars were raging on everywhere and society was just getting worse. He feels a little envy towards the man, Y/n sighs while slipping his hands into his pockets. “Ill see you in the morning oh, and one last thing, what’s your name?” He asks.

The mandalorian was fixing up his bag that was sitting outside of the ship. “People call me Mando.”

“Seriously? Mando? You know if I’m going to be helping you then I might start calling you bob or something.” He cocks his head to the side. “Mando is fine, nothing more.”

“Whatever you say.” Y/n rubs his face and groans. “Anyways I’m gonna get going and you better take my advice also my name is Y/n in case you were wondering...bye now.” He waves goodbye and began to head back, following the trail that lead him to the main streets.

The mandalorian watched the other leave, he turns to speak to the kid. “Earthlings are very strange espically the way they talk.” He earns a small giggle in return from the kid.

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Adore your writing, love! Could write something for moi? Love Laura Barton and Hawkeye is my favorite Avenger. Could do a Clint x R x Laura scene that happens at the farmhouse of AoU where R is the youngest Avenger (~18) w/ no family, they see her as a daughter. Scene of Laura interacting w/ her, mothering her in ways; Clint enjoying the relationship. Laura could calm R’s fears about battle. Could it end w/ Laura saying, “Please bring our oldest kiddo home safe” and Clint tells her, “Yes, ma’am”

Bring Our Oldest Kiddo Home (Clint Barton x Laura Barton x Teen!Reader)

A/N: So, I hope I did your idea justice! I have a couple other Clint x teen!reader requests that I will probably base off this one! I’ll figure that out later but I hope you enjoy this fic! 

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Word Count: 910

You had lost your parents when you were younger, leaving you to jump from foster home to foster home. That was until your powers showed up, it happened around the time you hit puberty. No one wanted to foster you and it made you angry, so, out of anger, you lashed out, grabbing the attention from SHIELD. You became an Avenger and the Avengers thought of you as their own. Especially one specifically. Clint.

You were currently in his house, it’s where you spent most of your time. He would usually bring you with him after missions, while the others lived in the compound, you practically lived with Clint and his family. “Hon, do you mind helping me with the dishes?” Laura asked as she gently scrubbed a plate with a sponge.

“Sure!” You perked up and walked over, grabbing a dry rag. You began drying the clean plates and placing them in their rightful places in the shelves.

“So, whatever happened to that one boy?”

You raised your eyebrows, “what boy?”

“You know, that one boy from class you wouldn’t stop chattering about,” she said with a smirk.

“I barely even go to class as it is, Laura, so, there hasn’t been much going on with that boy,” you said as you let out a small sigh.

“Well, that’s going to change,” she whispered, “I know, everyone needs you but you’re still a teen, you need a normal teenage life.” You stayed silent, although, you loved joining the team on missions. You sure did miss out a lot in all the normal teenage things.

You shook my head, “but my powers wha-”

“Nope,” she interrupted, “no what-ifs, I know you well enough to know that you can control your powers, Y/N.” You thought of Laura as a mother figure, there were even times where you had to stop your tongue from rolling out the word ‘mom’ when speaking to her. “I’ve thought about it and spoke to Clint, now your high school isn’t in the district but it isn’t far, we’d both would be able to arrange something, maybe even speak to Tony. He seems to think highly of you, I’m sure he’d be more than happy to provide a driver for you if Clint and I aren’t available. Otherwise, Clint and I don’t think it would be too much for us to drive you to school every day.”

“Wait, are… are you guys thinking of me staying here permanently?”

She chuckled, “I’ve said too much, haven’t I?” She rinsed her hands and then turned off the faucet, turning to you in the process, “we wanted to tell you together,” she said softly.

“Tell me what?”

“That we want to adopt you,” Clint said as he walked further into the kitchen, he had been standing at the doorway watching the interaction.

“What?” you asked in disbelief, “Adopt me? Why?”

“Oh, honey,” Laura said softly, “because we think of you as our own. It tears me-us apart whenever you have to go back to the compound. Hell, Lila cries whenever you do.”

“I-I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything, kiddo,” Clint said with a smile, “just let us know that you want to be a part of this family, officially.”

You grinned from ear to ear, tears forming in your eyes, “yes!” you hugged Laura and Clint, “A million times yes!”

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That was six months ago, the adoption process was slow but you guys had connections, well, you had Tony Stark on speed dial is what you meant.

“How long will you guys be gone for?” Laura asked Clint as he packed up his equipment.

“A couple of days,” he glanced over at you, as you sat on the couch, putting your combat boots on. “She seem okay to you?” He whispered to Laura.

Laura sighed, no, you didn’t seem okay to her, “I’ll talk to her.”

The small hum of the quinjet alerted you, you quickly stood up, “ready?” Clint asked as he gave you reassuring smile. You gave him a nod and followed him out, but Laura stopped you before you could get off the porch.

“Hey,” she said softly as she grabbed onto your arm, “I just wanted you to know that you’re gonna do great,” she fixed your tactical suit, making sure it was secure.

You glanced over to the team that was waiting by the quinjet, “they’re all depending on me,” you said softly as you looked back over at Laura, “what if I-”

“No,” she said interrupting you, “no, what-if’s, that’s the thing that’s going to get you hurt. You got this, Y/N, I believe in you. You just have to believe in yourself.”

You sighed, you knew she was right, “thanks, mom,” Laura smiled at the sound of you calling her mom.

“I love you, hon.” She kissed the top of her head, “Now go show those villains whose boss.” You chuckled and walked over to where the team was.

Clint walked over to Laura, placing a small kiss on her lips, “we’ll be back before you know it.”

She smiled, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Clint smiled at his wife one more time before walking away.

“Hey!” she said loud enough for him to hear, Clint stopped and turned around, “please bring our oldest kiddo home safe.”

Clint smiled, giving her a small salute, “yes ma’am,” he said before walking in the quinjet.

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[eternally-drifting]

La Mariachi (Kim Seokjin/Jin FF) 1

“I don’t know how you did it, but you’ve made this foreigner, immensely in love with you - to the point I don’t ever want to go back to Korea. I want to stay here, with ‘La Mariachi’… with you.”

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A broken heart leads Seokjin into leaving Korea under the guise of taking over one of his fathers business over seas - leaving everything behind - and start over. Never did he think - that walking into a Cantina, would lead him into sharing his broken heart with the main attraction of the establishment.

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pairing: Seokjin / Jin x OC (named original character)

genre: AU, fluff, angst, comedy

word count: 2636

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A/N: All translations - depending on how many there are - will be at the top unless stated otherwise . Also this isn’t edited so bare with me. Salud!

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“Seokjin!”

The yelling and pleading voice of a woman is heard all throughout the hallway. Echoing off the walls and tall ceiling. Joined along with the clacking of heels, and the slight squeak of black dress shoes. Trailing behind the two are three men, all calling out to the man stalking at the front.

“Seokjin, w-wait! Please stop and let me explain! P-please!” A chocked sob stops her from speaking any further. She tries to clear her eyes from the tears, wanting to catch up to him. Only to stumble on her heels as they tugged on her big, white, wedding dress.

They say that the bride is always the most beautiful woman in the room on her wedding day. She, however, looks the complete opposite. The once perfect makeup, ruined, mascara running down from her eyes, as the tears leave streaks across the foundation. Her hair falling out of place from all the running.

“Jin, calm down!” Yoongi’s voice is heard shouting from the back. It’s of no use, the man has already decided.

“Seokjin, don’t, not here in front of everyone!” Namjoon tries to reason with him. Hoping to bring some sort of logical reasoning to his mind. “Think rationally for a moment, Seokjin!” Jimin huffed as he tries to keep up with all of them as he talks on the phone to Hoseok on the other side.

“-mn, what’s wrong? Where is Jin? Everyone’s starting to look uneasy.” Jimin could hear the people in the background, no doubt wondering the exact same thing Hoseok was. The ceremony was supposed to commence an hour and half ago – and with no appearance from the groom or bride – the guests were starting to get antsy.

Spearing a glance up, he notices how little distance is between Jin and the double doors leading into the venue. Jimin’s eyes widen with panic, quickly, he rushes to warn Hoseok. “Hoseok, you, Tae, and Jungkook need to block the doors off, right now! Don’t make it too noticeable, but make sure that Seokjin doesn’t get past them!” Before Hoseok can even question him, Jimin hangs up. Sprinting towards the others as they try to hold Jin back, but it was futile.

Pushing past the double doors, blocking Jungkook’s intent on keeping him outside the venue, he calmly walks up the aisle, smiling at every individual sat in the rows confused on the situation. Reaching the alter, he turns to everyone with a ‘friendly’ smile. Looking around, he spots the man he’s looking for, the man that he so happily named his best man… his own brother.

‘Why, Daejung?’

Seokjin’s eyes sting with tears, so many emotions coursed their way through his body. He could feel the rage running through his veins and gaining control over him.

All heads turn towards the double doors a screech is heard. Everyone witnessing the bride tripping on her dress as his groom’s men try to drag her out. They struggle with trying to remove her from the sight, avoiding every swing of her arms aimed at them.

“S- seok- seokjin… let me explain, p-ple- plea-se!” Her chest heaved as she slowly tried to catch her breath.

He can see her hands profusely shaking. How her lips tremble every time she tries to talk. The only thing he can think to do is glare at her, and slowly direct it to his brother.

Everything is quiet except for the shaky breathing of the bride. No one dares to say anything, the atmosphere is so tangent, so nerve wrecking. It leaves everyone feeling like a fish out of water.

The stare down continues, and it isn’t until Daejung bites his lip, and ducking down his head down in shame.

‘At least he had the decency.’ Seokjin thought fighting a scoff.

Clearing his throat, he calls all the people’s attention. All eyes are on him, each one hold confusion and questions, wanting answers to the situation at hand. All wanting to know what ‘gossip’ they can tell everyone after this all ends.

He isn’t given much of a chance as the rest of his groom’s men come to stand in front of him. Blocking him off from the crowd. Each of them wanting to deescalate the situation at hand.

“Seokjin, please. Don’t do this here, not in front of everyone. Not in front of your parents!” Jimin could only hope that his reasoning would work in bringing Jin back into his senses. He understands, they all do. He’s hurt, and no one can blame him for feeling that; but causing a scene isn’t going to help anything.

“Why shouldn’t I?! After what these two did to me – I think it’s only fair!” His voice was filled with such venom, it sent a chill down everyone’s spine. All the men looked at each other, quickly trying to come up with a plan on calming their friend down just enough to get him out of the venue and into one of the empty rooms.

“You’re angry and we unde-“ Seokjin scoffed out a laugh, face lifting upward towards the ceiling. A sarcastic smile was etched at the corners of his lips. Shaking his head as he looked at Namjoon in the eye. They were dark, cold, and oh so emotionless. The light that once shone through them, was now eclipsed.

“No, don’t you dare. Don’t you dare say you understand, don’t dare to stand there and tell me you know what it is that I’m feeling right now! You don’t, you have absolutely no idea, about how I feel!” He was quickly shushed by everyone as he growled out.

“Out of my way.” Jin quickly shoved through his members, fixing his blazer, and clearing his throat, he calls for the guests’ attention. Completely ignoring the protests behind him and the presence beside him, he ignored the sensation of eyes burning through his head on the other end.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I would first like to thank you for coming to celebrate… what would have been a very… very lovely wedding.” He jerked his arm away when he felt it being grabbed.

“Seokjin, please, let’s talk! Let me explain!” She pleaded with all her might – he could hear the desperation in her voice, and he hated to admit it; but it hurt him to hear her like that. The pain, the pain in his chest, the ache of his heart, was just too much at this point. He closes his eyes for a quick second to recompose himself.

‘It hurts, it hurts beyond my comprehension… why Young Mi?’ No, he won’t cry, not here, not in front of everyone. Not in front of them.

With his newfound determination, he was going to give them what they both want. What they have wanted from the beginning. So, he’ll be the kind and caring brother. He’ll give DaeJung what he wants, let him have what he has. Like always.

“I’m afraid that there has been a change in plans.” Young Mi had her hands pressed against her lips as begged for Jin to stop and hear her out. “Please – for one moment! Let m-“ her begging only hurt him more. Because he knew that she was only doing this to protect DaeJung.

“But seems that the groom has been replaced. Isn’t that right DaeJung?” Jin sneered as he turned to face his brother. “It appears to be that the bride and the best man are the ones that should be getting married today. Correct, Young Mi?” She looked at him with glassy, red eyes. Her lips trembled as she tightly shook her head ‘no’. All he did was watch as she mouthed out ‘please’ and ‘don’t’. Each of which made the sadistic side of him pleased with her humiliation.

“I apologize for wasting your time, but don’t worry, there will still be a wedding. The groom has just been swapped.” His eyes hardened with each word, hands clenching and unclenching. Looking back at Young Mi, his eyes focus on the ring she wears, his ring. Seeing her still wearing it, filled him with such disgust. So much so, he could feel the bile start to rise.

He reaches out for her wrist, holding it with a vice. The sudden move scared her, and she let out a yelp at the way Jin was holding onto her. She looks up at him, and instantly shrinks back into herself. Seokjin slowly leans his face down to hers, nose a hairs breath away that she stops breathing. He grabs her chin with his other hand and forces her to look him in the eyes.

“You have no use for this now.” His snarled words caused the others to attention. Jimin and Namjoon quickly coming up to the pair right as Seokjin tears his ring off her finger. Throwing it to the ground, he watches as Young Mi bends down, crawling to reach the ring before it could roll any further. Scoffing, he turns marching towards his brother.

He didn’t get far with Jungkook, Taehyung, and Hoseok blocking his way. “Move!” Try as he may, he couldn’t really push past the youngest. He could hear all the gasps from the crowd as Jungkook held him back from strangling his brother to death. “Stop it Jin, it’s not worth it!” Jungkook whispered.

Seokjin shoved Jungkook aside and stalked up to DaeJung, getting face to face with him. Giving one last hard glare at him “You always want what I have – well – now, you can have it.” Jin bumped into DaeJung’s shoulder, making way out of the venue. Once again, followed by shouts of his name and this time, six pair of feet chasing after him.

The room was packed with instruments, guitars, violins, trumpets, etc. Each of them scattered about. The bench, lockers, chairs, and even the vanity had a trumpet or two splayed across it.

The stomping of footsteps slowly ascended in noise. Following it, could be heard the chatter and laughter of various people. The door is roughly pushed open, boots scuffling along wooden floors, espuelas clinking as they walk along.

Amongst all the laughter and cheers, there are uneasy looks spread amongst all of them. Nail biting, lip chewing, legs bouncing up and down. All indications of anxiousness.

“Oye, I’ve had enough of this beating around the bush, shit. Where is s-“

A bottle of tequila slammed down onto the vanity, causing the trumpets to shake and nearly fall. A rough voice cuts through the silence “Will you relax! Mira, she’ll be here. Calmado.” The other men in the room start protesting, being annoyed with the situation at hand, they begin to come up with ‘backup plans.’ All of which sounded just as ridiculous as the last.

“All I’m saying, is that if she doesn’t show up, we put Mejillas over there – front and center. Let all the mujeres have their way with him.” Claps and whistles burst all around as Mejillas stood up and slowly started to ‘strip’. Followed by the chanting of ‘tubo, tubo, tubo, tubo’.

Refugio leaned back against the vanity watching them all fool around, taking their minds off everything for a minute or two. Pulling out his phone, he checks the time, only for him to frustratingly tug at his hair. He doesn’t know whether he should inform them of the timing or not. Looking back at the time, he bits his lip.

‘Seis minutos left’. His eyes close, brows furrowed in frustration. They left the house together, juntos! Where is she? She doesn’t ever leave the house! So why does her little aventura, need to be tonight! Licking his lips, he breaths in deeply, ready to deliver the news that she might not be here.

“Muchachos” Clearing his throat, they all give him the undivided attention, waiting to hear what he has to say. “We might just have to use Mejillas after all.” The onslaught of groans and whines echoed within the dressing room. All Refugio could do is look down and tap his espuela on the concrete floor.

“Cuco, you sa-“ the door slammed open bouncing back from hitting the wall. With her back faced towards them, she dragged something in. Huffing, she let the rest of what was being dragged fall to the floor. Brushing off the dust on her jeans, she turns around, eyes widening when she notices the unamused looks and glares directed at her.

“Que?” She starts to make her way towards the vanity, wondering if she had anything on her face for them to look at her like that.

“Come que ‘que’. You’re late that’s what, where were you?” She looked down and sighed, picking at her nails as she made her way and sat down in the chair. Turning to face the vanity, she looked at Refugio through the mirror as she got ready.

“It’s a long story and we need to get out there for tonight, you guys go ahead, I’ll catch up when I’m done.” Directing her eyes at the rest of them through the mirror, she bites her lip and nods. With no more time left, they all agree and leave for her to get ready. “What songs do we start off with then? Which one are you gonna perform first ternura?” She connects her gaze with the guitarron, slowly trailing them up to meet with hazel eyes, hooded with thick eyelashes. Her heart skips several beats.

Quickly regaining her composure, she grabs the makeup stuffed in the draws, pretending to be focused on getting ready. “You guys can start off with whichever songs you’d like, pero the crowd seems to be filled with a lot of heartbroken souls esta noche. Why not start it off with ‘De Que Manera Te Olvido’ just to share the sentiment.” All seemed to agree with the option, some even giving her a smirk.

“Never took you for estafadora, Soledad.” She can see his gaze on her through the mirror, watching as he laughs, smile so wide it causes crinkles at the corner of his eyes. Her heart continued to skip beat, after beat. She could possibly die and wouldn’t give it a single shit. If something as simple as a laugh and smile can nearly cause her cardiac arrest, then she doesn’t know how she’ll stay alive.

“I’m filled with surprises, Cesar.” Internally cringing at herself she claps her hands. “Ahora si, go and give the crowd what they want, show them what they came for.” With that said, an eruption of cheers and gritos followed. All of them trailing out of the room.

“The song, ternura?” She looks up, and shyly smiles. And he instantly knew which song she was thinking about. “Luz De Luna”. He smiles once more before nodding and walking out of the dressing room.

Now only leaving her with her interrogator. Mentally, she comes up with a clear explanation, but before she can even think of one, he cuts to the chase.

He walks up behind her, standing behind the chair with his sombrero held in one hand and his trumpet in the other. The stern looks in his eyes is enough for her to shrink down into her chair. He points at her through the mirror. “I’m not gonna ask right now because we’re behind on schedule. But you and I will have a talk later, don’t think I’ll forget.” His espuelas jingling as he walks back.

“I’m sorry Refugio. I didn’t mean to ge-“

“Not now, Soli. Like you said, let’s just go and give the crowd what they came here for. You, need to give them what they came here for.” Refugio is stood in front of the door, back faced towards her he tilts his head to the side, softly, he reminders her of who they truly came here for.

“La Mariachi.”