#{ v; you're the perfect girl next door. i hate that word }

[fatedtragedie]

“ stay with me tonight. ” (from juggy to betty)

Hearing his words, she stopped in the process in putting on her jacket. Her head turned to face him, a soft smile on her face. Stepping closer to him, she gently wrapped her arms around his shoulders and hugged him tightly. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere, Jug. I’ll stay for as long as you need me to.”

[cheynovak]

Echoes and Shadows - Part 8  

Soldier Boy x F/Reader Y/N            

Warnings: Mentioning of one night stand, fights, hurt, angst.

Words:  3000 

*Does not follow the boys storyline * 

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In the 1950, Soldier Boy had to train a train a young girl supe named Y/N, she had a "nice girl next door" persona. Soldier Boy hated it at first, until they started to work together, he seemed to start to like this kid.    

Now years later, after all the tragic events, Y/N has her memory back. She seems to forgiven Ben for holding back the important piece of information on her own health. But how will they deal with their new found family? 

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Y/N slowly woke up, blinking against the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. She shifted slightly, feeling the warmth of Ben's body against hers, and smiled. He held her tightly in his arms, as if afraid she would slip away.  

"Good morning," she murmured, her voice soft and filled with contentment. Ben's eyes opened, and he looked down at her, a rare smile curving his lips. "Good morning," he replied, his voice deep and husky from sleep.  

Y/N couldn't resist a teasing comment. "You stayed this time," she joked, a playful glint in her eyes. Ben chuckled, a rich, genuine sound that warmed her heart. "Well, this is my room, I think if anyone had to leave it was you." he reminded her with a smirk. 

She laughed softly and playfully slapped his chest. "You ass." Ben's smile widened, and he tightened his hold on her, pulling her even closer. "I’m not letting you go," he admitted, his tone turning serious. "Not now, not ever."  

Y/N's heart swelled with emotion, and she reached up to touch his face gently. "You don't have to," she whispered, her eyes locking onto his. "I'm not going anywhere." They stayed like that for a moment, wrapped up in each other, savouring the quiet intimacy of the morning. 

The peace was quickly disturbed by a knock on the door. Ben sighed, sliding out from under Y/N, who hugged the pillow and watched him walk across the room, unable to resist his perfect body, admiring him and his untouched physic. As he walked to the door, he commented with a smirk.  

"I can feel your eyes staring at my ass, woman," he joked. Y/N couldn't help but giggle softly, “Don't blame me, it’s a nice view’ she said, nestling deeper into the pillow.  

Ben opened the door to find a young Vought employee standing there. The boy's eyes widened at the sight of Ben's naked form, and he quickly looked away, his cheeks turning red. 

“Uh, S-soldier boy, sir," the boy stammered, staring at the floor. "Homelander requested your presence at... t-the daily meeting." Ben's expression hardened slightly at the mention of Homelander, but he nodded. The boy nodded quickly and wanted to run off but turned around just before Ben closed the door.  

"Uh, s-sir, do you know where Miss Y/L/N is? I can't find her, Homelander wants her to join as well." Ben paused and then opened the door a little wider, revealing Y/N still tangled in the sheets. The boy's eyes widened even further, and he swallowed hard, his face turning a deeper shade of red.  

"V-very, eh, well," he stammered, before turning on his heel and practically running off down the hallway. Ben closed the door again and turned to Y/N with a wry smile. "Looks like you're wanted at the meeting too," he said.  

Y/N groaned, burying her face in the pillow. "Of course," she muttered. "Can't even get a moment of peace." She heard Ben's deep laugh as the bed next to her dipped under his weight. She felt his hand on her back, warm and reassuring against her naked skin.  

"Still sore?" he asked, placing a tender kiss between her shoulders while his hand trails down under the bedsheets. She shivered at the touch, a small smile tugging at her lips despite the annoyance of the situation.  

"A little," she admitted, turning to look at him. "But it's a good kind of sore." Ben's eyes sparkled with a mix of pride and affection. "Good," he murmured, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "I like leaving my mark." Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, giving him a light shove.  

"Don't get too cocky," she teased, though her smile softened the words. "I'll try," he said with a smirk. "But you know me." Y/N stood up, stretching her arms above her head before moving to get dressed. Ben watched her for a moment, his expression hungry but decided to leave her be for now.  

“You know," Ben said while getting dressed, "I liked yesterday." Y/N laughed, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "I bet you did," she said flirty. Ben pulled her close, looking at their reflection in the mirror. "No, I mean all of it. The park with Ryan too. I like seeing you happy."  

Y/N's smile softened, and she looked up at him, her heart swelling with affection. This was a side of Ben she rarely saw but always knew was somewhere deep down inside, a man capable of tenderness and vulnerability. It was a stark contrast to his usual tough exterior, and it made her love him even more.  

"I didn't know you could be so sweet," she said teasingly, resting her head against his chest. Ben chuckled, his arms wrapping around her. Y/N pulled even closer, looking into his eyes. "I love it."  she added.

They stayed like that for a moment, just holding each other, savouring the quiet intimacy. Finally, Y/N pulled away with a sigh. "We should probably get going. Homelander's waiting." Ben nodded, but his hand lingered on her waist. "Yeah, let's get this over with." 

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As they walked to the meeting room, Y/N felt Ben's hand linger on her lower back, protective and showing off. They caught the team's surprised eyes when they entered together. All but one, Homelander wasn't shocked too see them like this.

The gesture of Ben leading her in such a way spoke volumes, not that she cared what anyone thought, but still a little careful. Ashley, a woman neither Ben nor Y/N had the pleasure to meet yet, stood up and addressed them with a concerned look.  

"Where's Noir?" she asked, her voice tinged with urgency. Y/N's eyes shot up to Ben's, noticing the subtle shift in his expression from a positive vibe to one of annoyance. The mention of Noir clearly struck a nerve. The deep answered “He is running late.”  

Y/N looked over at Ben mouthing “Noir...late?” He only answered shrugging his shoulders. Both knowing the Noir they knew never ran late.  

Homelander took over the conversation. “Well, were not waiting.” His eyes gleamed with a mixture of pride and calculation as he addressed Ben and Y/N. "I wanted you here for a proposal," he began, his voice commanding attention. "Since the Seven is changed we would like for you, Soldier Boy and Y/N to join our team.” Ben's brow furrowed as he considered the implications. "How would that work?" he asked, his tone cautious but curious.  

Homelander didn't miss a beat. "With your experience and... let's say, unique skill set, and of course being my father.” he said over acted and proud. “I want you to be Co-Captain," his ego evident in the way he framed the offer. 

Ben glanced at Y/N, his eyes searching hers for any hint of what she might be feeling. Y/N met his gaze, her expression unreadable. Homelander smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes.  

"Your roles would be to bring strength and stability to the team. Showing Vought is now a family company. Your presence would command respect, and with Soldier Boy as Co-Captain, we'd have the leadership we need. True American heroes united again."  

Neither answered immediately the shock visible on their faces. “I’m no understudy” Ben murmured. “No, no, of course not!” Homelander quickly said. “That’s why I said Co-Captain.”  

Ashley chimed in, trying to bolster the proposal. "It would also mean more resources and support for any operations you deem necessary. A chance to reshape the Seven into something better..." 

Y/N interrupted Ashley with a short and harsh "No."  

The room went ice cold. Ben looked at her, surprised. Y/N stood her ground, her voice steady and resolute. "I left Vought and payback decades ago, and I’m not willing to join another team. Being just another sidekick."  

Ben interrupted, "You aren’t..." But she cut him off sharply, "I’ve been your sidekick since the '50s, Ben, and that will never change, not when there are two main male supes running the show. Besides I’d rather take care of Ryan when you’re on a mission. Maybe do something behind the scene’s"  

Homelander’s expression darkened, clearly displeased with her refusal. His jaw tightened as he considered her words. The room was tense, everyone waiting to see how he would react. Finally, Homelander forced a tight smile. "Very well," he said, though it was clear he wasn’t happy about it. "If that's your decision, we’ll respect it. But just know I had rather have you on my team."  

Ashley and the rest of the team exchanged uneasy glances, sensing the underlying tension. Y/N’s firm stance had shifted the dynamic in the room, but she stood tall, unwavering in her decision.  

Just as the tension in the room was becoming unbearable, the door swung open and Noir walked in. He mumbled apologies for being late, his voice muffled by the mask. Y/N's eyes narrowed as she studied him. That wasn't his voice, something felt off. "That's not Noir," she said quietly but firmly.  

The room fell silent, everyone turning to look at her. Homelander's smile grew sinister. "Very perceptive" he said, clapping his hands together slowly. "You're right. This isn't the Noir you knew." Ben's eyes widened in shock. "What the hell are you talking about?" 

“I killed Noir” John said with a deep sigh. “He held back the information that you are my parents. So, I killed him. This, this is an actor pretending to be Noir, but he needs training.  

“I’ll help you.” Y/N was surprised of her own voice speaking up. She heard a hard cold laugh next to her. “Of course you will, since you and Noir were so close weren’t you. Practically fucking." Ben said viciously.  

But before Y/N could answer Ashley tapped in, “That right, you and Noir dated didn’t you.” Not only her but also Ben’s eyes grew wide. ”What? N-no!” Y/N exclaimed her voice betraying her.. “But his biopic it said you and him where an item late 70’s, early 80s, that he lost you together with Soldier boy on the nuclear disaster.” Ashley added.

Y/N gave Ben a worried look, but he only stood up and said in the coldest tone ever. “A word, outside, now.”  

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The towering glass doors parted as Y/N and Ben strode out, "What was that all about? You dating Noir?” He asked her while pulling her aside by her arm. Y/N could still feel his finger pressing into her skin, leaving a mark on her. Ben's jaw was clenched as he stepped closer to her.  

He didn't speak, his silence a heavy presence between them. Y/N glanced at him, searching for any sign of how he would react. Finally, unable to bear the tension any longer, she spoke. “Well, we... Noir... I, eh... I might have slept with him when we weren’t talking to each other, after... you know everything that happened between us.”  

She could have sworn she saw the steam leaving his nose. He looked up and walked around, trying so hard not to lose his shit, the old Solder boy would have stormed off and ripped Noir to pieces, she knew that. Hell maybe even the Ben from now would if he had the chance.

"Please tell me what you’re thinking right now." Y/N said, her voice low but edged with hurt. Ben stopped abruptly, turning to face her. "What did you expect me to think, Y/N?" he demanded, his voice rising slightly. "You've spent a lot of time with Earving and yet all these fucking years you told me he was just a friend, and now I learn you and that piece of sh...” 

“It was years ago, Ben, decades!" Y/N interrupted, frustration bubbling up inside her. "Earving and I were friends, nothing more part from one night." Ben's expression stayed hard, but his eyes still held a hint of doubt.  

"Are you sure about that?" he asked quietly. "Because from where I was sitting in that meeting, it looked like there was more going on between you two." Y/N shook her head, disbelief colouring her features. "You thrust someone you never met over my words?"

Ben hesitated, his own emotions warring within him. "I don't know what to think of you anymore," he admitted finally, his voice rough with conflict.  

Y/N took a step closer to him, her own anger starting to boil. "Of me? OF ME?! You had another in your bed every other night, I slept with one man and you don’t know what to think of me?" she said earnestly, her eyes locking with his.  

Ben searched her gaze for a long moment, "You slept with Noir, the one man I couldn’t stand, the one man I didn’t want you to..." his voice hollow.  

Y/N swallowed hard, her heart sinking. "Yes," she admitted quietly, unable to meet his gaze. "It was after the premiere... I was upset with you, and he was there."  

Y/N looked up at him, tears welling in her eyes. "You weren't talking to me, Ben," she said, her voice breaking. "After that fight we had, after losing the baby... you shut me out, ignored me. I was hurting, and Earving... he was there for me, like he always did."  

Ben shook his head, his expression pained. "So that's it? You turned to him, like a cheap fucking whore?" His voice carried a tinge of bitterness that cut through the tense silence between them. Y/N felt a surge of anger rise within her, fuelled by hurt and frustration.  

"Don't you dare judge me, Ben," she retorted, her voice trembling with emotion. "You are the fucking whore here not me! You fucked everything with a fucking pussy in your eyeside!"

"I know," Ben interrupted, his voice low but firm.  "I know what I did. doesn't mean you need to keep rubbing it in my face. At least I admit my mistakes.”

Y/N's eyes welled up with tears as she struggled to find her voice. "I forgot about it," she finally managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. "Until I recently got my memories back."  

Ben's expression softened slightly, "Convenient." He mumbled “I didn't remember what happened between me and Noir until it all came flooding back." Ben processed her words, his earlier anger giving way to empathy.  

Y/N looked up at him, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I was afraid, Ben," she admitted softly. "Afraid of losing you again. When my memories started coming back, I didn't know how to tell you. I didn't want to lose you again."  

Y/N's voice trembled as she spoke, her tears still fresh on her cheeks. "Ben, you never told me I was just a one-time thing," she said softly yet still upset, her words tinged with sadness. "You knew how much I cared about you, how hurt I was when I saw you with Countess. And after I saw you at the last movie premier" Y/N continued, her voice wavering but resolute. 

"I saw you follow Countess and that other girl, that actress into the restroom. I was hurt, confused... I snapped, and I turned to Earving for comfort." Ben closed his eyes, a heavy sigh escaping his lips.  

He had never intended for Y/N to witness that moment of weakness, to feel betrayed by his actions. Ben and Y/N stood together in a fragile silence, the weight of their recent revelations hanging heavily between them. Ben's heart wrestled with conflicting emotions struggling with the overpowering grip of jealousy that tightened its hold on him.  

"Why him?" Ben's voice trembled with hurt and frustration. "You know how I felt about him." Y/N's eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and pain. “I don’t know. He knew I didn’t love him. But he would take anything I had to offer him.”  

Ben walked around Y/N “Where are you going?” She kept looking at his back. “To cool off.” and walked on.  

--  

Later that night Y/N waited for Ben in his room, not sure he wanted her there but she needed to know where they stood. She looked out the window for so long she had seen the sun set and the stars appear.  

Lost in her thoughts she didn’t hear him walking in, his deep beautiful voice ripped her out of her thoughts. "Did you and Earving... did you talk about a future together?" Y/N turned to face him, her eyes searching his face. 

She hesitated, her mind racing with memories of conversations and moments with Earvin that now felt like shards of broken glass between her and Ben. She answered quietly "It was never like with us, Ben. I was confused, lost... I didn't know where I belonged. But I knew it wasn’t with him." 

Ben's jaw tightened as he absorbed her words, struggling to reconcile his feelings of betrayal with the love he still held for her. "I thought... I thought we were building something together," he murmured, 

Y/N shook her head frantically, tears spilling down her cheeks. "We are, that’s the past Ben. I know I should have told you, but I was scared of losing you again. Then things got complicated, I didn't know how to handle it." Ben turned away, running a hand through his hair in frustration.  

"I don't know if I can do this," he admitted hoarsely, his back to her. "I don't know if I can ... Be what you need." Y/N's heart shattered at his words, the weight of his doubt crushing her, like the world beneath her shattered. "Ben, what are you saying." she whispered brokenly. 

He turned to look at her knowing she would be hurt, but not ready of the devastation and fear showing in her eyes. “You have your purpose, your family, all you ever wanted... I don’t see myself fitting in the picture, Y/N.”  

Y/N shook her head tear falling down her cheeks, but then quickly all her build up anger came rushing in, pushing the pain away. "Fine." Ben turned towards her, hoping she would at least try to change his mind but she didn't. Instead she straightened her back.

"I should have know you were still some weak, pathetic little piece of shit." Ben's eyes grew wide at her words, his mouth opened but there were no words part from hers.

"Congratulations Soldier boy, you fucking did it again. I can't believe I felt for the whole 'I can be the man you want me to be', again. You're nothing but a fucking disappointment. "

Y/N walked out the room, throwing the door shut behind her, tears falling from her face when she rushed away.

Ben stood there in the dim lit room with her words echoing in his mind.

'A fucking disappointment'

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[itwasthereaminuteago]

Thirsty Frank hours? Well, perfect time to send this.

Imagine... you've always been a little insecure (weight, looks, whatever) and have a particularly hard day. Frank senses your distress and want to make you feel better.

And ehm... He does make you feel reeeealy good 😏

Can just imagine him being so soft, tender, talking you through it and just... God, just being wrapped in his arms 🫠❤️

|| Reminder ||

Frank Castle x female reader

Tags/warnings: readers insecurities, soft supportive Frank, fingering, p in v unprotected sex.

A/n: thank you so very much for this ask @munsonownsmyass I've read so many mirror sex fics but I thought fuck it, I wanted to do my own with Frank! I swear this man talking sense into you in that rough and sweet way he has would fix me forever.

~

You're barely in the door, late getting back, having had an absolute shitter of a day and feeling like you just want to curl up in bed and cry about it. Frank’s already home and waiting for you, you don't even need to say anything. He knows you, inside and out. He can tell when the crushing weight of your thoughts is dragging you down and he can help lighten them.

Still, you turn away as his eyes meet yours, darkest brown and always so penetrating, stripping you bare. Sometimes you think you can't face him when you're like this, but then he sidles up next to you, his hand curling around the back of your head and holding you as he plants a light kiss on your forehead and the barriers you're ready to put up crumble.

"Hey, c'mere and tell me what's wrong." His fingers stroke over your hair and you lean against him burying your face into the soft brushed cotton of his hoodie. He smells like home and although it doesn't lift your heavy mood entirely, it helps. Frank wraps you in his arms letting you decompress a little before he'll press you any further. He leans down, laying a peck on your cheek before he guides you to sit down with him on the couch.

"It's just-" you want to tell him but it suddenly all seems stupid as the words are forming in your mouth. Frank is watching you patiently, his gaze soft and open as he lets you take all the time you need.

You sigh and try again. "We were trying on outfits, the girls and I, for Marci's wedding… and the others, they looked so beautiful and effortlessly gorgeous in everything, and I-"

You pull at a fraying thread of your sleeve and huff, angry at yourself as tears begin to well in your eyes.

"Baby, you look gorgeous in everything too."

You sit up, shaking your head. "No I don't. I just look like I'm playing dress up with my mom's clothes or something. I hate the way everything looks on me, I hate how I feel. Like everyone's staring at me because I look so dumb…"

Frank's brow forms into a deep furrow as you berate yourself, he won't stand for that shit.

"Hey, where's all this coming from? You're fuckin' beautiful darlin', I say it all the damn time but you gotta know it's the truth."

He pulls you onto his lap, gently wiping away your tears with the pad of his thumb.

"Th-they just all seem so strong and don't give a shit what people think. I can't do that, I don't know how. I've never liked how I look, or felt confident or anything… urgh, and now I'm just whining to you about it like a pathetic idiot! I'm sorry, I shouldn't- I'll go away..."

You go to get up from him but he gently clasps his hand around your wrist.

"If you wanna be alone that's okay I'll let you be, but I've got somethin' I need to show you sweetheart, if you'll let me."

You look at him, confused about what he could want to show you. He's got those big pleading puppydog eyes trained on you but underneath there's something else…

"W-what?"

He stays close to you as he rises, taking your hand in his, leading you to your bedroom and standing you opposite the wardrobe mirror in front of him.

"Oh, Frank, no please…" You cringe, turning away from your reflection but he catches you in his arms, reassuring you as he urges you to face yourself.

"Baby, I need you to see what I see." He strokes the back of his knuckles down the outside of your arm, his other hand around your waist and his head resting lightly in the space between your neck and shoulder. His lips brush a kiss to the bare skin revealed by your loose sweater.

"Look at this woman I got." He begins, and you can see him looking at all of you. Eyes flickering over every inch of you as if you were naked in front of him. "She's a goddess."

You roll your eyes, body sagging in his hold. "No she isn't."

Frank stares you down in the mirror. "You callin' me a liar?" He actually seems slightly hurt as you sigh again, then a dark look of determination crosses his features. You know you're in for it now, whatever it is.

“What I see right here in front of me, is the strongest, most confident woman that I ever laid eyes on. You see that girl taking any shit from me? Baby, all those assholes I take down in the Kitchen, they ain’t got nothin’ on you, I ain’t scared of them, but you… Christ, you’ve got me whipped.”

He holds you around the waist, his big hands warm through your clothes as his lips graze your ear. "You think you don’t look good? I’m tellin’ you, you look goddamn fucking gorgeous to me just the way you are, wearin’ what you’re wearin’.”

His tone drops an octave as he moves his hands down and hooks his fingers under the hem of your sweater, pulling it up over your head. “An’ you look good not wearin’ anything at all too…”

His fingers trail down the bare sides of your ribcage as you bring your arms back down, wrapping them around yourself. You try to shy away as his fingers come up to trace your collarbone and slowly down the cup of your bra, unraveling your arms and placing them down by your sides exposing you as he goes.

“Fuck, look at you sweetheart, I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. I'm thinkin' that my baby girl needs a little reminder..."

You bite on your bottom lip as he drifts his hands to the button of your pants, undoing it and pulling the zip down slow like he’s unwrapping a precious gift. His fingers tease at the waistband of your panties as you feel the hardening shape of his cock pressed up through his jeans against your ass.

"Mm, yeah that's all you." He says, his gruff voice driving straight down to your core as he works your pants off down your legs and helps you step out of them.

"That’s what you do to me… and this ass?" His hands are all over you as he marks your soft flesh with his teeth while he's down there, making you gasp as he kisses and soothes over it and continues placing adoring kisses up over the curve of your ass cheek as he works his way up your spine.

"Frank…"

"You want me to stop?" He asks you quietly, laying another soft kiss as he reaches the base of your neck.

You glance at the two of you in the mirror. This terrifying beast of a man to most is curled around your body, holding you, touching you, intent on showing you how much he adores you. Were you going to let your insecurities get in the way of that?

"No." You commit. Deep down you know that you need this.

He nods and unzips his hoodie, taking both it and his t-shirt off revealing the canvas of scars littering his massive upper body. His own imperfections that you can never see as such. He unhooks your bra, sliding the straps down over your shoulders, following on one side with his mouth letting it drop from your arms to the floor. A sweet warmth builds within at the sensation of his skin against yours. That basic, unshakable thought that Frank is your home.

He feels the softening in you, the corner of his mouth pulling up a little as he runs his hands up the outsides of your thighs, over your hips and stomach. One hand smoothes up your chest to gently cup one of your breasts, while the other moves south, cupping your sex through your underwear. Your eyes half-close as you let him take you over.

"There's my girl." He growls as he slips his hand beneath the thin cotton of your panties, fingertips meeting the slick pooling of your arousal there. He slides his fingers through your folds, spreading the moisture around before taking your ruined underwear off and sitting down on the edge of the bed with his legs spread wide, still facing the mirror. He lifts you onto his lap like you weigh nothing, the muscles in his arms are thick and prominent, and god if that doesn't turn you on even more.

You watch as he parts your legs, placing them on the outside of his own. He drags his fingers along the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, up and up to circle around the apex of them, and you're unable to draw your eyes away from the glistening of your own exposed cunt as he touches you there. Your breathing picks up, becoming shallow while he simultaneously runs a finger and thumb over your hardening nipples, playing with and gently pinching at them. A smile spreads on his gorgeous lips as a small moan leaves your throat, your body arching, your leg muscles twitching and the throbbing pulse behind your clit ever growing with the slow pass of his talented fingers.

"That's it beautiful," He praises, his stubble scratching along the side of your face as you let your head fall back against his shoulder. He dips his middle finger into your soaking entrance, reveling in the sweet sounds you make as he pushes it slow, in and out of your pussy.

Your own hand covers his on your breast, urging him to squeeze and grope. He's rock hard underneath you now and you're getting so wet that you're soaking into the crotch of his jeans, but even so, he's intent on concentrating solely on your pleasure.

He takes his fingers away and you look up, bereft, only to see him bring them up to his mouth to suck your juices from them. You've almost forgotten how you got here.

"Taste so good baby, you know I can't ever get enough of you." He pushes two fingers inside you this time, encouraging your loud moans along with his gentle kisses up the side of your neck.

"You seein' what I'm seein' now?" he drawls, looking at your reflection. “My strong, powerful, gorgeous lady makin’ me weak for her?”

He’s a fucking liar, you think, your mouth starting to stretch into a satisfied smile. Frank Castle would give you the world if he could, you don’t make him do anything he doesn't want to. That thought gives you momentary pause, he wants you. He has always wanted you, right from the beginning.

"Fuck Frank, you always, -uhh, know exactly what to say… mmm!" You whimper and moan as he fucks you so slowly and lovingly with his fingers. He kisses and mouths at that spot just below your ear as he curls them, searching for that place inside you that will shatter you into a thousand pieces.

"It's just the truth, baby."

He's watching you in the mirror the whole time. Your eyes meet his and you reach a hand back to grasp him behind his neck, your fingertips scratching at the fuzz of short hair there while the fingers of your other hand grip and dig into the muscles of his thick thigh, nails probably bruising his skin through the denim.

His other hand leaves the plush flesh of your breast to massage the pearl of your clit and you move counter to his ministrations, bucking your hips in time with the steady rhythm he sets.

"Attagirl, take what you need, princess." The low timbre of his voice feels like another caress and has your eyes almost fluttering shut as you let him worship you. You see the way he looks at you in the mirror, enraptured by your body writhing in his arms, those dark eyes drinking in every ounce of your pleasure.

"More, Frank," it's not a request. His breath matches yours as he works to bring you to a climax. You're beautiful, stunning, my fuckin' wildest dream in all his hushed, gasped words of praise spoken against your heated skin. Your legs shake when he adds a third finger, slick, wet and noisy as he pumps them firmly. Both your lips and legs part wider as you can feel the tangled knot deep within you about to blissfully unravel. Your clit feels so sensitive and the way his finger glides and flicks over it is maddening, it's right on the edge of wanting to push him away, but Frank won't stop for anything.

"Oh! Frank, god- oh fuck-"

"Yeah that's it baby. Please darlin', let me see you." Frank Castle doesn't plead for anyone other than you.

It hits you then, coming in his lap with absolute and pure pleasure bursting through your core and spreading out in pulses through the rest of your shuddering, sweat-sheened body. Frank's mouth roves over your neck and the side of your face until you turn to meet it with your own, tongues sliding against each other as you reach your climax. He doesn't stop, only slowing down to let you ride out the thick satisfying waves that follow.

You could lie back in his arms like this for the rest of the night but you're desperate to thank him. Of course he protests, says he doesn't need taking care of but when you get up and turn around, unbuckle that belt, ease him out of his pants and take him inside you he's the one at your mercy.

You wrap your arms around his neck and shoulders, face to face now, every little sign of his deep love for you written there so plainly. The dark black of his expanded pupils as they lock on yours, the slight curl of his lip as he grunts, swears almost every curse he knows as you ride him. It's barely half a dozen frantic thrusts of your hips until he's spilling inside you with an unguarded moan, his fingers pressing into the flesh around your hips and your foreheads pressed together as you both struggle to catch your breath.

He falls back on the bed and you go along with him. All of your hangups are forgotten as you lie together, basking in the afterglow with his arms around you.

He kisses you on the top of your head. It's such a simple gesture but it makes your heart swell.

"You need any more reminding of just how amazin' you are? Just gotta give me a few minutes and I'll do it all goddamn night."

You smile wide, softly shaking your head. "You did a pretty good job of that Frank, but the moment I need you I'll be sure to let you know."

"That's right. I'm always here for you baby. You just tell me and I'll do whatever I can to help, alright?"

You nod and your lips brush his shoulder in a kiss. "Thank you, I mean it. You're so good to me."

He squeezes you tight. "How about we go get cleaned up and I'll order us some pizza for dinner. That sound good?"

.

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Tension | episode 3 - Occupational hazard

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Pairing: Francisco Morales x female reader

WC: ~6300

Summary: Frankie doesn’t call or text, until he has a back issue again that is. You're a little  mad, and he finds a way to apologize. 

Disclaimer: Same as the last time basically; I’m not a massage therapist. The thoughts and actions described in this one are, as the title says, unprofessional. I do not mean to sexualize the job massage therapists do. I only mean to oil Frankie up in order to eventually serve you all with some deep-fried filthy smut, like you deserve. *There are edible massage oils. Google says so. *Assume they had the whole ‘are you clean? Are you on the pill?’ convo off-screen.

Rating: E. MINORS DNI. 18+ 

Warnings: SMUT with all capitals. This is porn ma'am. Unprotected P in V, Oral (F receiving), fingering, and a bunch of other goodies. 

Occupational hazard

Text her pendejo, just pick up your fucking phone and text. You’ve been thinking about it non-stop. Just be done with it. What’s the worst that can happen? She thinks you're a creep and she will politely ignore you or tell you to find someone else. Just stop torturing yourself and text the girl.

Frankie repeated the conversation he has been having with himself a few times a day for the past week. A sharp pang hit his gut every time you crossed his mind, he began feeling almost guilty, but then again, maybe you weren’t expecting him to text at all. The bouts of self doubt came and went, where he’d be feeling confident and sure of himself one day, he would somehow manage to convince himself that he had no basis for that feeling the very next.

Why would a sweet, funny, pretty girl like you would actually want him? What business did you have getting involved with someone this damaged? He didn’t want to seem like an over- eager old creep. The thought paralyzed him, made him disregard any notion of you reciprocating his feelings.

When Joel called asking to borrow Frankie’s truck to move his notoriously heavy couch, he found himself insisting on helping him with the move. The nine foot brown leather monstrosity was being shipped off to the junkyard, to the great delight of Joel’s wife, Melissa. She was ecstatic at the thought of finally replacing it, after thirteen years.

The words left his mouth before he had a chance to regret them. “Joel stop being an ass and let me help you, your back is fucked up and Mel will kill you if you try to do it by yourself”

Frankie was making a good enough point for Joel to reluctantly agree, with the promise of feeding him some lunch when they were done. Melissa was more than happy to cook for whomever got “Jabba the couch” out of her house.

The drizzle intensified as Frankie was driving, he hated the rain with a passion and it filled him with a sense of unease, like it was somehow attacking him personally. He knew however that this had to be done, and it had to be done today, since the new couch was arriving later that afternoon. 

Suddenly the thought of you crossed his mind, the inviting treatment room, dimly-lit and smelling of fresh laundry and essential oils. Your warm deft hands on him, the sweetness of your voice and your smile. It filled him with comforting warmth, maybe texting you wasn’t such a far fetched idea after all. He didn’t let his mind wander further to the swell of your ass and the way that your top seemed to cling to your perfect breasts, otherwise he would be arriving at Joel's with a raging boner.

45 minutes after they started, the men were finally able to get the couch out of the front door. Both were already panting and sweaty and they still had a long way to go. Thankfully the rain subsided and they were able to load it onto the truck faster than anticipated.

“So… how do you like your new massage therapist?” Joel asked with a knowing smile.

“She’s, yeah…she’s great, really helped me” Frankie replied, hanging onto some last modicum of discretion. 

“She did now, didn’t she?” Joel cocked his eyebrows.

“Fuck off man, she gave me a massage. Yeah it was really good” Frankie scoffed. He’d say you’re also funny and charming and hot. But he already saw the shit eating grin spread on Joel’s face.

When the truck backed into the junk yard Frankie already noticed the dire state of the muddy ground, that was sure to make their job harder.

The rain picked up again, soaking into their clothes as they attempted to unload the brown behemoth. They pushed it slowly out of the back of the truck, attempting to support its weight as much as possible. The couch was hanging by a thread, half of it still on the truck and the other half held by both men. That was when Joel’s boot slipped. He laid his weight on the couch in an attempt to brace himself, causing it to topple over the edge. Frankie’s instinct to try and stop it from falling over was clearly misguided as he felt a muscle in his back pull, before he leaped backwards, landing flat on his ass in the mud. 

The hysterical laughter that ensued was inevitable, and ensured Frankie and Joel that they both were fine.

An hour and a half after they departed both men strolled into Melissa’s aptly named mud-room, soaking and filthy.  Frankie can sure pull this look off. She thought to herself as she took their sight in, immediately bursting into laughter herself.

“My heroes! Looks like Jabba put up a fight. Let’s get you cleaned and fed” she chimed.

*******

Another day passed without any messages from Frankie, you were past feeling disappointed, veering into the indifferent zone. You were still mad at yourself though, waiting for him to throw you a bone like some kind of hookup that never bothered texting after the fact. How pathetic.

You understood that there were some things that were not supposed to come into fruition. You didn’t really know him, there could have been a thousand different reasons for him not to reach out. The sting of unfulfilled potential was bound to wear off eventually.

You were sprawled on the couch after a particularly long day, watching Brooklyn nine-nine for the umpteenth time, still in your work clothes, minus the bra.

The soft *ping* of your phone went unnoticed.

It was three AM when you woke up, delirious and confused, you were greeted with the “are you still watching?” Netflix message. It took a while to register exactly where you are and how you fell asleep. You threw yourself on the bed, vowing to shower in the morning, when your hand landed on your phone that laid discarded on your comforter.

You picked it up to check the time, but your eyes went straight to the notification instead. You blinked twice just to make sure you were not imagining this. 

Hey there. How are you?I wanted to ask if you have any appointments available soon, I think I pulled a muscle.ThanksFrancisco.

Really??!

“Hi there”..?! “I pulled a muscle”?!You repeated his message out loud with the most mocking tone you could muster.

You put your phone down, realizing quickly that a three AM response would probably be ill-advised. You could fume about this for a few hours and respond when you were calmer, and in a more reasonable hour.

I’m ok, thank you. Thursday 18:00.

It took you four hours to come up with this. 

You hit the send button and quickly tossed your phone aside, with every intention of ignoring it for at least four hours more. 

********

Great, see you then. 

He replied back nervously. Is she pissed? 

Frankie was talented and accomplished in many fields, texting however, wasn't his forte. He debated whether or not to ask anyone about this, opting to share with Melissa. 

After a brief retelling of what happened between you, she concluded with confidence; 

"Oh, she's definitely pissed." 

"But Mel, What the hell did I do?" He was confused. He had a general feeling, that maybe the flirtation was a bit too much and it creeped you out, maybe you were only treating him because he's friends with Joel, and that you want to keep it professional moving forward.

Melissa however had an entirely different explanation. 

"Francisco, sweetie, that's not it. It's what you didn't do. God how do you men even function, when every non-technical detail needs to be explained to you?!" 

"Huh?" Was his only response.

"You have a degree in aviation and can do advanced math in your head, but this is beyond your comprehension?" 

The face she made was truly bewildered.

"You flirted her face off, gave her a kiss on the cheek, made it purposefully 'hot' as you admitted yourself, and then, you did nothing. Not a call or a text. Just silence" 

"Oh" it seemed so painfully obvious when she explained it that way. 

"And then, after more than a week passed, you asked to schedule what is essentially a work appointment for her" 

"Oh..fuck" Frankie pinched the bridge of his nose, scrunching his face in embarrassment. 

"Yeah, fuck indeed, no wonder she's pissed. Shit men are dumb."  

Frankie nodded. Yeah we are. 

*******

17:23 the clock glowed. Your five pm canceled, causing the time to crawl even slower, each second stretched like a piece of old gum, now that you had nothing better to do than sit and wait for him.

You plucked your eyebrows and picked at your nails and even watered your lone plant, the one that managed to survive. You named it Harry, the fern who lived. 

17:34 You proceeded to eat a banana, then a cookie, then brushed your teeth because said cookie left a strange taste in your mouth. A part of you wished he'd cancel too. The affect of him has worn off, but you knew that the moment he walks in it will undoubtedly return with a vengeance, punching you harder, hitting you faster.

17:48 You checked yourself in the mirror, for the eleventh time. You were mad, but you were not about to let him catch you looking like crap. Push up bra was back on. And perhaps a tiny bit of tinted lip balm, and maybe some strategically placed perfume. 

17:57 *Ding Dong* 

Your heart skipped a beat at the sound of the doorbell. You stopped yourself for a moment, closing your eyes and repeating your mantra. He’s just a client.

The motherfucker was wearing a sweater. How dare he. 

The thin-knit forest green material hugged him perfectly, extenuating the broadness of his shoulders and the soft definition of his pecks. The white t-shirt peeking from the collar was the final straw, pulling your eyes onto his long neck, bringing out the sun-kissed hue of his skin. 

“Hey” He smiled softly, turning his eyes to the floor as he walked in.

“Hi” you replied simply, dryly. Stretching a polite fake smile on your face, trying to ignore how goddamn infuriatingly good he looked. Sweaters were your personal kryptonite. 

He’s just a client.

The air was tense when you walked into the treatment room. Frankie’s gut was in knots as you kept quiet, not letting any pleasantries slip past your lips. He understood now that the ball was in his court, Mel made that perfectly clear.

“Can we talk for a moment?” He asked hesitantly.

”Is it treatment-related?” you replied, as calmly as possible.

“Well..I don’t think it is” He took a deep breath before he continued.

“See, I meant to text you but I didn’t want you to think..”

“Frankie, I think it’s best if we talk after.” You stopped him mid sentence. You assumed you knew what this was about, but letting him stew for a bit seemed like a good idea. Maybe your hands on him would help jog his memory as to why he needed to apologize in the first place.

Truth be told, you were afraid that no matter what he said you would not be able to continue after that, so you asked him to wait, not to change anything between the two of you just yet.

“Yeah, we can do that” he replied. Unsure of himself.

“Now, can you tell me which muscle you think you pulled?” This was your attempt to pull on the “therapist” mask, to resume your role as the clinical professional. 

“It’s right around here” he pointed to his mid-lower back. You assumed it’s around the T12 vertebrae.

“What happened?” You asked, genuinely curious as to the reason he finally contacted you.

“I helped Joel move a couch to the junkyard and landed on my ass in the mud” 

“Ouch” You chuckled at his response. Serves you right.It was damn near impossible to stay mad at him. 

Your hands slipped under his sweater as you prodded him through the soft cotton of his tee. It felt so intimate, so incredibly personal, even more than when your oiled palms glided all over his skin.  He could feel the ghost of your breath at the back of his neck as you leaned a little closer and it made his skin prickle, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand.

You could smell him, inhaling deeply the soft clean scent of his soap. You bit your tongue, fighting the urge to wrap your arms around him, to cling to his warmth. This was going to be more difficult than you thought.

As he was getting ready, you stared at the door of the treatment room. You couldn't help but imagine him pulling off his sweater and tee with one swift motion, revealing his bare chest, the muscles of his back rippling under his skin, the long arms pulling the fabric, the way his hair would bounce. Every single detail you could think of seemed to spur you on, causing the heat to pull between your thighs. 

He’s just a client.

Gone was the indulgent want for you to touch him, it was replaced with a desperate need. A low huff left his lips as soon as your hands were on him. Finally  However he might have wronged you, your touch felt like forgiveness, a soothing balm on his nerves. 

Why did he wait so fucking long? What the hell was stopping him? Was it wrong for him to want this for himself? Was he truly so far beyond redemption that he didn’t even deserve this?  The thoughts that swirled in his mind began to quiet one by one, brushed off by the slide of your hands, melted by the drizzle of hot oil.  

“I’m going to warm you up before we take care of that knot” you stated, granting him another delicious slide up his back. You relished every centimeter of skin at your fingertips. 

“Mhmmm” he purred back. God I missed that sound. 

He shuddered with excitement as he felt the bed dip beneath you. You climbed on and settled on his left. You began pressing into his muscle but the angle wasn’t right, you needed to change the position. 

The gentle tap on his thigh encouraged him to spread his legs as you rolled the sheet back off his left leg. He was confused but followed along, he would comply with anything you’d ask of him.  He swallowed thickly as he felt your knee between his thighs. 

Now your thumbs rolled into his aching muscle again and again, the knot was easy to find and each swipe of your hands hit it accurately. You could see his face contorted with pain, and you knew it would hurt, he tensed up and grunted as the pads of your fingers dug deeper into him, unwavering ,circling the painful spot over and over again.

“I know it’s painful” you said quietly, attempting to assure him that it will not be long now.

“No good deed goes unpunished” he replied with a slight chuckle that made you smile. 

The truth was, he was thankful for the pain, the only thing distracting him from the heavenly heat emanating from your core. He could feel it on his leg and it took everything in his power not to imagine you riding his thigh. The heat crept up his groin slowly, clawing towards his cock, unstoppable and unrelenting. He was afraid that a moment would arrive when the pain was not enough. 

If he only knew.. if he had any idea… You counted his vertebrae and listed the latin names of his back muscles one by one. Trapezius, Deltoid, Teres Major, Latissimus Dorsi…Desperate attempts to think about anything other than the warmth radiating off him, the graze of his thigh against yours. 

The knot was almost gone now and you slid the heels of your palms on both sides of his spine one last time.

"Ow!" he yelped. “I think…when you slide your hands like that, I think some pain is radiating..lower?” He didn’t quite know how to explain the sharp pang in his right butt cheek.

“That’s quite possible actually, that you have some other knot we missed and it can definitely radiate onto your glutes. Can I check?”

“Is that your professional way to ask me for permission to touch my butt?”

“Guilty as charged. It also happens to be the largest muscle in the body… so I have a perfectly good excuse” 

“Well, I’m at your mercy, as usual” He turned his head backwards as much as possible and  smiled his soft signature smile, banishing any traces of anger or annoyance you might have been holding on to.

“I appreciate the vote of confidence.” You smiled back now. His heart felt lighter at the sound of your voice.

“I’ll repeat the motion and you tell me exactly where you feel the pain” 

You slid your hands again and watched his face scrunch up. He pointed his hand on his right buttock. 

“I’m going to have to tuck those a bit higher” you pulled at his boxers gently.

“Mhm” he nodded and swallowed thickly. This might be a problem. Shit. 

Gently but efficiently you rolled his boxers up, exposing a soft little butt cheek. Tiny pale stretch marks ran across its side. You tried not to stare, but looking at it was a part of the job.

Such a sweet little ass. Was all you could think of as you ran oiled up fingers up his thigh and onto the tight muscle.

Frankie took deeper breaths now. Doing everything in his power not to clench at your touch. 

For a moment he felt a relief as you now focused on his butt cheek and dug your fingers deeper into the painful spot, but then you added oil onto your hands. And then you began sliding down his hip in a smooth inward motion. Tips of your fingers brushing so closely to his inner thigh. Again. And again. And again. Blood rushed towards his cock with every swipe. So close, your hand was so fucking close.

Shit. SHIT. No no no…shit please not now. He knew this could happen, at some point it was bound to happen, but this was really fucking bad timing.

He was gone now, no force in nature could stop the tightening in his abdomen and the painful hardness of his cock, which was now pressed fully into the mattress.

It twitched with every swipe of your hands, as the tension in his lower stomach grew, as he attempted to fight the consuming urge to rut his erection against the bed and find some relief. Waves of shame and arousal crashed into him one after the other, as his mind desperately scrambled for a way to explain or excuse himself.

You progressed down Frankie’s leg, and you felt him tense up, his breaths shorter and quicker. You could say you were oblivious to the situation, but something inside you knew, or at least suspected, that he might be having that kind of a reaction. Because something inside you knew that your touch was too purposeful to begin with.  You couldn’t say which little demon encouraged your fingers to softly brush against the most sensitive parts they could reach, but the mere thought of him growing harder from your touch made you feral. 

What felt like history’s longest fucking foreplay, had you both on the very last edge.

“Turn around please” You used the calmest tone you could pull from your mouth.

Too distracted by the dirtiest thoughts on one hand, and the attempts to calm himself down on the other, Frankie was startled by your request.

FUCK.

“ummm…I…ummmm…” He did not know how to approach this.

“Is everything ok?” You asked, noticing his apprehension.

“Yeah I’m fine, it’s just..umm..fuck” Frankie leaned on his forearms and gave you the most apologetic look, before glancing downwards, pointing to the source of the issue as discreetly as possible.

“Oh..” the message sank in as you gave him an understanding nod.

“Yeah… I’m sorry” That’s it, she’s gonna kick me out, fuck.

“Frankie, it’s ok, really, it’s totally fine, it’s natural, nothing to apologize for” You attempted to reassure him.

“I just, I really don’t want you to think that I’m a creep. You’re just so good..your hands are so amazing..I really didn’t mean for this to happen, do you…do you want me to go? I can go..” He rambled as his face turned bright red.

“I don’t want you to go, and I don’t think you're a creep Frankie. Quite the opposite. I thought that was obvious” Guess we are doing this now. Oh well.

“Really…What’s the opposite of creep?” He smirked, amused all of a sudden.

“Well…tall, sexy, and a little smug, apparently.” Your heart pounded in your throat as you smirked right back at him.

He chuckled, too pleased with your response to have a quick comeback.

“Turn around Frankie.” Your voice was calmer, more commanding now. “Ok” Frankie swallowed thickly and turned to lay on his back, still leaning on his forearms. The sheet covering him pulled to the side, revealing the unmistakable tent in his boxers.

You tore your eyes away after only a split second, but it was just enough time to see it. Well happy birthday and Merry Christmas to me. The sheer size of him was blatantly visible even through the thin dark material. 

Looking in his eyes was far more challenging, you moved closer to him as he pulled himself up to sit on the bed and face you. You felt your blood drain from your face, pulled towards your stomach, laced with equal parts anxiety and arousal.

You stood closer now, almost between his legs, and you laid a careful hand on his chest.

“Do you..do you want to stop?” you asked, averting your eyes from his.

“Fuck no.” he responded, smiling softly “Thought that was obvious” 

You smiled back, lifting your eyes at him, meeting his warm gaze. 

Keeping his eyes on you, he took both of your hands in his, laying soft gentle kisses on your palms, brushing your fingers against his lips, reverently worshiping the hands that brought him so much pleasure and relief. You could not look away now, as he laid a tender kiss on each knuckle. It was the hottest, most sensual thing you have ever witnessed. His kisses flowed gently up your arm, pulling you closer towards him, until your faces were inches apart. You took a deep breath, inhaling his scent, as he cradled your face in his large palm. 

"C'mere" he whispered, leaning in and finally pressing his mouth to yours. His lips were so soft, warm, pliant and sweet. You allowed him to deepen the kiss, swiping his warm tongue into your mouth. His kiss was deep but unhurried, allowing him to taste you properly. Frankie saw no need to rush this, he wanted to enjoy every second and every inch of your body. 

You carded your fingers through the soft waves on the nape of his neck and pulled even closer, flushed against his bare chest. 

His arms brushed your sides, fingers reaching under the soft fabric of your tee, hot against your skin, asking for permission. You nodded, not breaking the kiss, as he slowly rolled it up and pulled it off.

Large arms engulfed you fully, pressing you against him, running along your back, to the swell of your ass, and back up towards your neck, like he could not touch you enough.

Frankie pulled the bra straps off your shoulders one by one, relishing the opportunity to undress you slowly, leisurely. He unclasped the back with one deft hand. 

“Impressive” you teased

“Beginners luck” he chuckled back, resuming the open mouthed kisses on your neck, cupping your right breast in his hand, enjoying the softness, the weight of it. 

When you climbed on the bed, he laid you on your back. You weren't used to this position, could not remember an instance when you were the one laying down. 

“Are we really…doing this? I mean, is this ok with you?” Laying on top of you might have not been the best timing for the question, but he needed to make sure. 

“Eh…it’s an occupational hazard” You shrugged, before bursting into a giggle. 

"What is?" His brows furrowed for a moment, and he looked too adorable not to kiss.

"That thing you've got there…" you cocked your brows, lowering your gaze.

"I'll take that as a compliment" he chuckled. He'd take his cock over a six pack any day. 

"You should"

"I will"

"Good"

“Yes, Frankie, this is very ok with me” you said softly, tucking loose waves away from his forehead before pulling his mouth back to yours.

Frankies lips traveled down, he took one pebbled nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around , a perfect mixture of hot and cold, soft and hard. 

"This is so fucking ok with me” you mumbled, grinding your clothed pussy on his thigh. You could feel him painfully hard, pressed against you, as you cupped him through his boxers. It felt even bigger than before, and the thought of him opening you up and stretching you out sent a sweet wave of anticipation straight to your core.

"I wanna take care of you, please?" He asked softly.

"Please", you said, practically begging him to touch you. 

"Can I…use the oil?" he whispered in your ear, sending goosebumps along your side, pressing soft kisses to your neck and down the slope of your shoulder. 

"Sure…it's almond oil” you nodded, pleased beyond belief that this man took all of 5 minutes to figure you out.

It was so intimate, perhaps too intimate, but you trusted Frankie, something about him put you at ease. You knew his body and now it seemed fitting for him to get to know yours in the same way. 

He lifted himself up, caging your legs between his knees and gently pulled on the elastic of your pants, as you lifted your pelvis to allow him to slide them down your legs. He reached for the oil on the stand next to the bed. The hot liquid pooled in his hands and he rubbed them together. He laid his large warm palms on your thighs, sliding them downwards, rubbing the soft flesh and spreading the oil, then moving back upwards from your knees to your hips. Frankie was mesmerized by the glow of the slick on your skin. He repeated the motion, more confident now, earning himself a sweet purr from your lips. 

“Does that feel good?” he asked hesitantly, requiring a little more encouragement.

“mhm…Yes…” You answered, breathless.

His hands slid back up, tips of his fingers reaching under the hem of your panties, as you flooded with arousal and anticipation. He repeated the motion again, this time brushing his thumbs closer to your inner thighs. A soft little moan left your lips, making him smirk. He continued sliding his hands down and back up, getting closer and closer to your core. Your thighs clenched together and hips bucked slightly, begging for his touch where you needed him most. But Frankie was enjoying himself far too much, at last he was the one doing the teasing and you were the one writhing at his touch. 

He ran a careful thumb on your clothed pussy, testing the waters. He kept his eyes on your face, making sure you were comfortable. The slacked jaw, heavy panting and white knuckles from grabbing at the sheet beneath you told him everything he needed to know.

He kept circling your clit above your panties, watching them get progressively more and more soaked. “This is where you want me?..hmmm?” he teased while his fingers ran along your slit, making you impossibly wetter and needier. 

“Fuck, Frankie!” you whined.

He chuckled at your impatience. 

His hands ran up your inner thighs again, taunting you with every inch of progress towards your throbbing cunt, he brushed the tips of his fingers under the band of your panties “Can I take these off?” 

You lifted your hips and allowed him to slide the soaked fabric down your legs.

You laid exposed before him. "Fuck your'e beautiful" he whispered. 

He added more oil, before sliding his palms from your breasts, down your belly and onto your thighs again. His hands traveled back up, unable to stop himself from relishing in the addictively soft texture of your body at his fingertips. He spread the oil further, circling your nipples, then brushing along your ribs, down the dip of your belly button, and back up to your clavicles. He marveled at your smooth skin, shiny and golden under the dim lights.

"Spread your legs for me baby” he rasped, you obliged immediately

“Good girl" 

With the gentlest touch, he ran two thumbs on the sensitive lips of your cunt, spreading your glistening folds. You whimpered, clenching around nothing. 

He oiled his hands again, letting it drip from the tips of his fingers onto your pussy. You shuddered at the sensation of each drop. He gently spread the oil between your folds, mixing it with your arousal. His index prodded your entrance before sliding inside, slowly pumping in and out of your tight wet heat. 

Mesmerized, Frankie lowered himself to lay between your legs, and licked a thick stripe up your slit. "Pretty pretty pussy" he murmured, circling your clit with his tongue, then dipping it into your hole, drinking you up.

You couldn't tell exactly what Frankie was doing, but the limited amount of times men have gone down on you, it never felt like this, not even close. Arousal and heat bloomed between your thighs, spreading along your belly, crawling up your limbs and down the tips of your toes. He seemed to be speaking directly to your core, whispering soft nothings, making the filthiest promises and coaxing out every ounce of pleasure.

Your hands laced into his hair, fingers gently tugging at the roots while he ate you out like you were his last meal. There was a generosity to his movements, like he could happily spend a day between your legs.  Your hips bucked at him, asking for more. "You need another finger baby? To get you ready to take my cock?"  All you could do is moan louder. The filth this man spoke so freely drove you insane. 

Frankie added his middle finger, sliding it in with ease as you were dripping on his knuckles. The coil in your belly tightened, with each swipe of his tongue on your clit, Frankie could feel you drawing close. He purred, alternating between licking and sucking gently at the perfect spot just under your clit, pushing you over the edge of a cliff into a pool of pleasure. Your body convulsed as you squeezed him tightly between your thighs, he could feel the flutter of your walls on his fingers, and the wave of slick that poured out of you into his awaiting mouth. "Yes baby, yes, give it to me, taste so fucking good" he muttred, drinking everything you could give him. 

After you came down from your high Frankie kissed his way up to your lips, the lust drunk look in your eyes told him what you could not. 

“Wow” when you finally spoke, that was all you could manage.

“Are you ok? Do you wanna stop?” He asked, softly brushing away loose strands that stuck to your forehead. 

You tsked, shaking your head slowly, and proceeded to whisper in his ear “I want you to fuck me Frankie" peppering kisses on his earlobe and behind his ear. Goosebumps erupted across his skin and ran down his back. His cock twitched at the sensation. 

“Fuck baby, your’e gonna kill me”

"Since you've already killed me, it only seems fair" 

"Well, how can I argue with a pretty girl asking to be fucked so sweetly? 

"You better don't"

"Wouldn't dream of it" 

You pulled him closer again, kissing him lazily through your post orgasm haze, sneaking a curious finger through the hemline of his boxers. Frankie's breath hitched as he felt you swipe his sensitive tip, leaking with precum and screaming for relief. You tugged on the band, encouraging him to take the fabric off. 

Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock. Heavy and thick and perfectly veiny. It was your turn to reach for the oil, bringing your loaded palm to his throbbing length. You stroked lazily at first, as Frankie mumbled curses and prayers, not taking his eyes off your hand wrapped around him, spreading the warm oil all over his shaft, gently running your thumb on the tip. The smooth delicious glide of your oiled hand felt better than he could imagine, drawing him impossibly closer to his release with every stroke. 

"Fuck..as much as I thought about this, if you dont stop, I'm gonna cum"  

"Really? You thought about this..?" 

"Mhm…I also thought about other things" 

"Such as?" You asked teasingly, pulling him to lay in between your legs.

"Such as this.." he rasped, notching himself at your entrance. 

You canted your hips at the sensation. He sank into your heat with a groan, slowly pushing himself to the hilt. The delicious stretch made your walls flutter. "shit Frankie, move, please" you begged, whimpering with need. 

Your legs locked on his back as he began to slowly buck his hips, gently opening you up on his girth. For all his mass and strength he was surprisingly gentle. He kissed the column of your neck, nibbling at your chin, before your mouths latched onto each other, breathing each other's air. Frankie’s pace picked up slightly. “Uh…uh…fuck!” you moaned with each thrust, the coil in your belly tightening. You could hear the obscene squelch of your slick each time he pounded into you. Frankie lifted himself up slightly, eyes entranced and black with lust as he watched his glistening cock slide in between your puffy folds, spurring him to go harder and deeper still.

He hooked his arm around your waist, pulling you up with surprising ease. You straddled his hips, leaning back on one arm to balance yourself, gripping into his shoulder with the other. 

He began fucking into you faster, and your hips moved to meet his with every stroke, the angle making his length hit impossibly deep within you. Your bodies moved in sync, shiny with sweat and oil. "Good girl, use my cock, take what you need" He muttered as he felt you approaching your release. You climbed higher and higher, your cunt gripping onto his cock like a vice, until one final stroke pushed you off, made you soar. Pleasure searing through every cell, pouring into every crevice, exploding in thousands of tiny bursts.

Frankie felt your release pulsating on his cock, he fucked into you as deep as he could, gripping your hips with bruising strength, roaring as he flooded your core with ropes of his hot spend. 

Frankie collapsed on top of you with a groan, chest heaving, mind blown. Both of you too fucked out and spent to speak, breathing heavily in a synchronized pace.

He nuzzled into your cheek, kissing across your face, until he reached your nose and placed a peck on the tip, before reaching your lips again. 

You exchanged lazy kisses, nibbling and licking into each other’s mouths, slowly coming down from your respective highs.

“Holy fuck” you rasped

“Yeah, holy fuck indeed” Frankie replied with a coarse voice.

“No, I mean, holy fuck this bed is sturdy. I never tested it like that before”  You teased. “Also, you blew my brains out, can I make you some tea as a show of my appreciation?”

“Only if you give me one of your sex mugs to drink it from” Frankie chuckled back.

“Sure, I’ll even throw in some cookies to sweeten the deal” 

*******

You stood in the kitchen, the dim glow of the pendant light above the counter illuminating your bodies, nude and barefoot, still emanating heat from your previous activities. Frankie snuck an arm around your waist as you poured the boiling water into the mug.

It felt strangely familiar, his warmth engulfing your senses, you could get used to this. 

You welcomed the gesture, brushing away the notion that it felt too intimate, too good to be true. You’d never let him know, with your quick wit and your casual demeanor, how nervous you truly were, because this was something special. 

Just enjoy it, this, him.

As if he sensed your post-coital nervousness, Frankie asked sheepishly. “So..I've been meaning to ask you, before the…um…crazy sex. Can I maybe take you out to dinner?” 

“I’ll think about it” You chuckled with relief, setting the freshly made cup of tea in front of him.

Frankie looked at it slightly confused, it had a picture of an Excel spreadsheet with the green logo on it. After a few seconds he began to laugh, “Freak in the sheets” was written in black across the bottom. 

“I’ll take it as a compliment” he smiled at you, that sweet soft smile with the creases around his eyes and the dimple you could not resist.

“You should” you giggled back.

“I will” 

“Good”

FIN.

Thank you so much, I also tagged anyone who reblogged part#2, hope it’s ok with you. You will not be automatically tagged in future fics unless you ask me to.

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chapter two ( Spoiled )

6k words.

When the children are spoiled, you can never satisfy them, they are a great empty hole, devouring everything. They search for something to satisfy them, but nothing ever does. Like a stomach stretched out, it takes more and more to fill them.

Kimora Tasha Lee , A child born with the shiniest spoon. diamond earrings . Never has she ever needed anything from a man because her father was rich. Picture perfect, like beyonce and her sisters.

Luther Lee—Her father, Married a beautiful supermodel. She wasn't Naomi campbell but Lisa was close enough. Long legs, dark skin and a smile that put light in the evil man's heart. Luther hoped to the masses that 'Kim wouldn't look like her mother. Have his face and his tendency.

As she grew older he knew there was no more hope, she was a beautiful young lady. More beautiful then he could ever imagine, The mini version of his wife.

A spoiled Brat.

"And he expects me to...to work today Yonnie, I don't know shit about front desk."

"Between your father and Terrance, i don't know who's worse." The pretty young woman she trusted with her life and looks sat on her silk sheets with a magazine between her fingers , She watched Kim brush her hair in her vanity. With a irritable expression.

"At least my Dad gives a shit about me" She fussed while slamming the pink comb down a bit harder than usual. Yonnie tilted the magazine down to her legs and cocked a brow of amusement.

" Terrance gives a shit..to an extent" She playfully responded before continuing "..If he needs to make you look good he will, to flash you off of course but when it comes to your feelings..welll" She dragged off well in a unsure tone causing Kimora to turn and glare at her.

Yonnie leaned back on the pink pillows and shrugged, the magazine coming back to cover her face.

Kimora made a face, a face only visible when she hated when people were right. Her narrowed eyes betrayed her discomfort, while her lips curled in an unmistakable display of defiance. The revelation of a flaw in her relationship provoked an unfamiliar disquiet within her; accustomed to a life devoid of imperfections, she found herself grappling with this newfound vulnerability. From a tender age, her mother instilled in her an unwavering belief in her own beauty, Showing her that she was beautiful and that she had no imperfections, an ethos Kimora internalized and wielded as her shield. But as a young woman you go through puberty and you change; you get pimples, your body starts to change. She always thought of it as a blessing.  Kim was no longer a little girl, she was a woman, A woman with eyes on her now. Eyes that weren't just scouting her for her girl next door look.

She changed and became a vixen in her own video, She knew she had it and even the town knew it. Her short skirts and v neck cropped tops and push up bras were a signature Kimora thing. Kimora Lee was perfect, her Life was perfect.

Until she started letting people in.

Long beach was a melting pot for young adults; partying, Drugs, Drinking and music was everywhere. When you're popular like Kimora you had hundreds of friends on Myspace, a legion of spectators eagerly entrenched in her affairs. People invited her places because they knew it would attract crowds, it's all a testament to her magnetic allure.

So many pros. The cons are simple, Kimora had just as many haters as she did followers. Everyone wanted to find something wrong with her, She hated the fact that her urban fairytale of a relationship was slipping through her fingers. She found herself pondering the whispers exchanged behind hands veiling mouths, a gesture laden with nasty intent. She didn't want to care but she didn't like when people lied, especially about her .

Kimora rose from the vanity with a hint of reluctance, her movements marked by a subtle shuffle. Glancing at the diminutive timepiece adorning her wrist, she cursed her luck at her father's choice of timing. While she acknowledged her indebtedness to him, she hadn't anticipated that settling her dues would entail toiling away at a mundane desk job.

" He got mad at me last night because i said we couldn't hang, after i told him weeks ago about our movie night" Kim lamented, her voice tinged with resignation. As she swung open the closet door, the full-length mirror affixed to it cast her reflection in sharp relief. Standing erect, she meticulously adjusted the snug fit of her mini jean skirt, her demeanor poised despite the turmoil within.

"I'm surprised he didn't pull up like a Fucking lunatic like last time"Yonnie remarked with a hint of disdain, her tone underscored by a subtle scoff.

Kimora's laughter danced through the air as she struck a series of playful modeling poses.  "He wanted to but i told him your father was home cleaning his shot gun" she quipped with a laugh, drawing Yonnie into her amusement.

Yonnie Aubrey's father, a stern white man who brooked no unauthorized visitors, saved Kimora from a lot of Terrance's pop up visits. The mere thought of facing Terrance in his wrathful state sent shivers down Kim's spine. She didn't like when he screamed at her and called her all types of bitches and hoes—they lingered in her mind like a haunting specter, sowing seeds of doubt and self-worth. Was she nothing more than a hoe to him, discarded at his whim? At times, the weight of uncertainty bore down upon her, threatening to eclipse her sense of self.

" So embarrassing, when he did that shit on the porch, Like where's the class? this is bridgewell" Yonnie scuffed talking about there fancy neighborhood and how her father still holds on to his country tendencies.

" Let the man live, he's trying to protect his family ," Kimora said, slipping into a pair of designer heels. "..Even if he does it in the most embarrassing way possible."

"True," Yonnie conceded, tossing another page of the magazine aside. "..But maybe if Terrance respected your boundaries, my dad wouldn't feel the need to go all Clint Eastwood on him."

Kimora rolled her eyes, adjusting the strap of her shoes. "Yeah, well, Terrance is Terrance. Can't expect him to change overnight."

"Yea, Kim, But sometimes, a little change wouldn't hurt." Yonnie pressed, her tone gentle yet insistent.

Kimora didn't respond immediately. Instead, she gave Yonnie that look—before rising from her seat and doing one more quick overlook in the mirror. With practiced precision, she reached over to her pink vanity and retrieved a sleek black mascara.

"I'm tired of his shit just like you are Yonnie" Kimora declared, her voice muffled as she leaned in closer to the mirror to apply the mascara. The words carried a weight of frustration and exhaustion, hinting at the emotional toll that Terrance's behavior had taken on her lately.

Yonnie delicately ran her fingers over the glossy pages of the discarded magazine, tracing the vibrant images with a thoughtful expression. " It's not like you're asking for the moon, Kim. " she mused, her voice carrying a hint of wisdom beyond her years.

Kimora's laughter danced through the air, a melodic blend of amusement and resignation that echoed in the spacious room. "Tell that to his ass. He thinks the whole universe revolves around him," she quipped, her eyes twinkling with a mixture of exasperation and fondness for her tumultuous relationship.

With a knowing smirk, Yonnie nodded in agreement, her lips curling into a playful smile. "Well, someone needs to remind him that the universe doesn't revolve around him and his stupid ego."

As the warmth of their shared laughter enveloped them, Yonnie couldn't resist teasing, "Maybe it's time to move on from basketball players... I heard Nelly is single."

"What happened to regular guys? Doctors or lawyers?" Kimora chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "...seriously, I'm not sure if I'm ready to jump into another complicated relationship. "

Yonnie shrugged, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "Who said anything about a relationship? Maybe Nelly just needs a leading lady for his next music video. Terrance going on with he wants to do it's time you start doing the same. Miss Booty club"

" Oh please.." Kimora's laughter rang out, a melodic sound that filled the room with warmth. "Well, if that's the case, maybe I'll consider it. As long as the budget isn't too low this time."

Their banter was interrupted by the soft chime of Kimora's phone, signaling an incoming message. With a curious glance, she unlocked her phone and read the text, her expression shifting to one of annoyance.

"What's wrong?" Yonnie asked, noticing the change in Kimora's demeanor.

Kimora sighed, her frustration evident in her voice. "It's Terrance. He's asking why I haven't responded to his messages yet."

Yonnie rolled her eyes, a sympathetic expression on her face. "typical, He fucked up all of sudden he's not to busy to text and call"

Kimora nodded, her jaw clenched in frustration. "I swear, sometimes he's more trouble than he's worth." she sighted before continuing "..I've been trying to reach him since his game in LA, I called his mom and she said she hasn't heard from him..then the pictures came out las night. Shit is tiring" she said while shutting her phone off. Yonnie's eyes softened while placing the magazine down and getting up from the bed.

Yesterday, at approximately five o'clock in the evening, Kimora found herself, as usual, perusing the corridors of the mall in the company of Yonnie and there third link in the friendship Giselle. Covered with numerous shopping bags adorning their arms, Kimora strutted adorned with an infectious smile, while her companions mirrored her expression in solidarity. The day had promised an array of indulgences: from a meticulous nail appointment to meticulous hair touch-ups, all culminating in a satisfying shopping spree—a quintessential day for Kimora. However, Amidst idle chatter at a slushy stand, Yonnie's discerning gaze fell upon the cover of a magazine, her eyes narrowing as she recognized the college basketball player . With a sense of urgency, she beckoned Kimora's attention, and the trio's collective gaze fixated upon the unsettling sight of the man to whom Kimora had professed her affections countless times, entwined in an intimate embrace with a cheerleader.

Despite his assurances of trust and fidelity, his actions shattered Kimora's illusions, leaving her awash in a sea of betrayal and tears. The anguish was palpable, driving her to seek solace in the numbing embrace of alcohol at Teki Town the bar that Yonnie Aunt owns. A desperate escape from the tumult of emotions, much to the concern of her father, who fretted over her prolonged absence. In her distress, she reached out to her mother, only to be met with a voicemail, a poignant reminder of a perpetually occupied maternal figure. She was always too busy.

It wasn't fair, Kimora's Life is suppose to be perfect.

Yonnie placed a comforting hand on Kimora's shoulder. "You deserve better, Kim. It's the summer. The summer bash is coming up..just forget about it until it's time to really face him"

Kim scowled before shielding her face and collapsing onto her bed with an exasperated sigh.

"It's easy for you to say that when you don't have to slave away just to make this bash happen," she muttered, her thoughts clouded by the daunting prospect of undertaking a regular job.

Kimora could rationalize her father's expectations of her completing mundane chores like ironing his suits or grocery shopping for the household, the enormity of his demand for her to earn the privilege of hosting her summer extravaganza at the prestigious beach house seemed disproportionate. Aware of her father's intentions, she realized that he intended to instill a sense of responsibility by having her engage in meaningful labor, opting to have her assist at his car wash's front desk for a day.

"It's worth it...looking at hot, sweaty guys all day.." Yonnie smirked, her eyes wandering into the distance. Kimora's curiosity piqued, she turned slowly towards her friend. "...with big arms," Yonnie continued, leaving the rest unsaid.

"You're a freak, Yonnie. Stop that," Kimora said with a hint of sass, a chuckle escaping her lips. With a playful swat in her friend's direction, she rose from her bed, snatching her Juicy Couture purse before striding purposefully towards the door.

Yonnie chuckled before grabbing her bag and teasingly replied, "Says the girl who uses her bullet more than her man."

Kim halted in her tracks, pivoting swiftly to face Yonnie, who was now in fits of laughter. With a playful swat to her friend's arm, she chided "I'm gonna kill you! What else am I supposed to do, Yonn?!" Kimora asked, her smile tinged with embarrassment. Yonnie continued to laugh as she moved past her friend, exiting Kimora's room and into the grand hallway.

"Simple, get something new. A man that cares if you finish " Yonnie quipped in response. Kim listened, feeling a pang of shame as she realized a part of her was considering the suggestion.

" I know, it hasn't felt the same since he started playing big time. I miss when it felt like love-"

" Girl forget the love part you need to be fucked" Yonnie pressed. Kim playfully hit her again, laughing aloud.

Yonnie might be spontaneous with her words, but she often hit the mark. Kim acknowledged that she found herself entertaining Yonnie's rational ideas sometimes, despite her initial resistance. Yet, she couldn't shake the fact that Terrance had a way of nudging her towards it practicality with his ways as well.

" I'm not ready for something so casual. At least i don't think i am..." Kim Fussed, Yonnie rolled her eyes before they reaching the bottom of steps and stopping. "..All the guys around here are too caught up in this whole wannabe gangster stuff. I've had enough of it with Terrance," Kimora continued as she entered the kitchen and opened the fridge, her brown eyes scanning the shelves as she wondered when the maid had last gone shopping.

"If you want a loser with good dick, go to Tony's skate park," Yonnie suggested with a mischievous grin.

"I never said I wanted a loser. I never said i wanted anyone—I don't know why I'm entertaining this. I haven't completely ended things with Terrance, remember?" Kimora responded, grabbing grapes and slamming the fridge door shut.

"What about the guys at your dad's car wash? I know you've checked them out," Yonnie pressed.

" my dad would kill me and the guy. He doesn't even let them look my way," Kimora explained.

"Don't let your father get in the way of you getting flipped upside down " Yonnie teased.

"Oh, please, Yonnie," Kimora scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief. " you're disgusting "

Mr Lee reminded Pharaoh of Kat Willam's

" I don't give a damn if michael jordan himself come up in here, none of y'all ask for autographs of nobody!" Mr Lee said with all the conviction his thin frame could muster. He was talking to all his employees, Not just jordan who decided it was a good idea to ask a popular local rapper to autograph his cds a couple days ago on the clock.

Mr. Lee's persistent reproaches echoed across the workspace, each syllable a resounding call to attention , He swiveled on his heels, meticulously ensuring that every worker met his gaze. " and I'm making cuts the next motha'fuckin time yall monkeying around in my place of business before we open!" Mr. Lee was unabashedly candid, his words a reflection of his unfiltered thoughts; he harbored no reservations. Despite his diminutive stature, his amusing disposition never failed to elicit quiet chuckles from his workers, who found solace in his approachable demeanor.

There white polos all stood in a circle around the vibrant man. Pharaoh's skin glistening with perspiration under the morning sun of Long beach, he tugged at his collar and dabbed at his forehead, determined to stave off the drops of sweat threatening to fall down his face. Jordan sported his uniform shirt casually slung over his shoulder, revealing a crisp white tank top beneath—a sartorial choice that Pharaoh briefly contemplated on trying.

The intense heat in Long Beach, soaring to a formidable eighty degrees, rendered Pharaoh's ability to think clearly. people walking about there day stayed hydrated, their attire reduced to a minimum as they navigated the sultry ambiance . Meanwhile, Pharaoh's mind drifted off into a place of its own, Wondering where the women were that Mr. Lee hired to attract 'male clientele'

In there white and blue two piece bikinis, their attire exuded an aura of allure. With graceful movements, the girls would waved a sign in the air; their voices harmonizing as they echoed a captivating slogan.

Undoubtedly, Pharaoh harbored the desire to have his car  washy by these enchanting individuals repeatedly. However, he hesitated, wary of exposing his aging vehicle to their discerning eyes.

He hasn't seen them in weeks, before he started working. He would come by to bother Jordan. Pharaoh knew Mr. lee changed things frequently about the wash. Like the Uniforms or the look of the building, but he didn't have to fire the 'wash girls'

"Now, It's five minutes until open, I wanna introduce you all to Pharaoh.." Mr. Lee announced, raising the clipboard in Pharaoh's direction. Pharaoh withdrew his hands from his pockets and offered a nod of acknowledgment as curious glances swept across the room.

"He's a hard worker, I wish i could train him but i have money to count" He continued with slight laughter.

".. So He'll be training with jordan. But like always, everyone helps out the new employee."

" what the hell happened to Cole?" A voice questioned out, Pharaohs eyes glanced over to the guy he recognized. Antonio Press, pot head and pro skate boarder. Pharaoh was a client of his sometimes, only when things get a little bit to anxious, with jordan or when he's a at party.

" He no longer works here. When you are lazy and don't do shit you get fired." Mr lee turned slightly to jordan, " Ain't that right Jo?" He questioned, making a couple people in the circle chuckle lowly including Pharaoh. Jordan straightened his posture and cleared his throat.

" You Mister West son?" Another voice chimed in from Pharaoh's right, prompting his gaze to leisurely shift toward the short man with braids.

"Yeah," he replied, his tone tinged with uncertainty. The stocky man extended his hand for a dap, and Pharaoh hesitantly reciprocated the gesture, unsure of what to expect.

" Qention, Shouldn't you be in the office or something ? your pops is loaded " a smirk playing on his lips. Pharaoh offered an uneasy laugh in response, his discomfort palpable.

"Not an office type of guy, I'm more hands-on, you know," he responded, his tone nonchalant. The man glanced him up and down before redirecting his attention back to Mr. Lee.

Pharaoh furrowed his brows in confusion, grappling with the underlying meaning behind the man's demeanor. Was he an old flame of Maya's, or perhaps an enemy of Eden's? Either way, Pharaoh couldn't comprehend why the man harbored such negative energy towards him.

" There is a block party happening at twelve down the street, A lot of people might stop by to get their car cleaned . we have a couple waiting right now, everyone should be working. If you don't have anything to do-"

"—Find something to do." everyone in the circle echoed, completing Mr. Lee's sentence in perfect synchrony, prompting a wide grin that showcased his gleaming gold tooth. Pharaoh found it amusing; observing how Mr. Lee interacted with his employees, it was akin to a father reprimanding his mischievous sons.

" Like music to my ears, Let's have a successful day fellas" Mr. Lee declared, his words resonating with a sense of optimism. The circle disbanded swiftly thereafter. Pharaoh turned to find Jordan, who greeted him enthusiastically with a dap, radiating joy.

" You gotta do everything i say all day " He teases,

Pharaoh playfully pushed him away before responding, "Yeah, yeah. When was the last time you actually did something here besides sit and chill out?" he quipped, a smirk playing on his lips. Jordan clicked his tongue in response before guiding the now giggling boy toward one of the washing stations.

"You only used to visit me when I was on break," Jordan shrugged before adding, "or to stalk Kim—"

"—I don't stalk her, stop saying that," Pharaoh interrupted, his frown deepening. Jordan laughed as he removed his shirt completely, frustrated by the persistent lack of cooling.

" My bad, I mean, check up on her..to see if she's still with that nigga" Jordan playfully made quotes with his fingers, eliciting a chuckle from Pharaoh, who pushed him back in jest before joining in the laughter.

Jordan teasingly referred to Pharaoh's actions as stalking, but to Pharaoh, it was merely a way of checking up on her. Since their graduation, he wasn't able to casually observe her during first period or linger on the bleachers during lunch, admiring her cheerleading practices with her friends. The absence of those moments left a void, especially the sight of her in her cheer uniform, a symbol of their shared high school memories.

Pharaoh had to strategize more intelligently. She wasn't the type to frequent places like Blockbuster, a skateboard shop, or GameStop. He knew he could find her at the mall; she was always there, especially on super sale Saturdays with her clique. However, Pharaoh understood that he risked getting scolded or publicly humiliated if he were caught following the peoples princess around Westfield Mall.

Pharaoh didn't mind shifting his surveillance to the place where he often spent his time: her father's car wash. He would visit Jordan there frequently. Mr. Lee, recognizing Pharaoh as a well-behaved individual, permitted his visits. When Mr. Lee learned of Pharaoh's interest in working for him, he readily brought him on board, impressed by his demeanor and work ethic.

Pharaoh understood that he couldn't afford to get distracted on the job as he sometimes did when he was just hanging around, sipping on slushes. Whenever she arrived, the entire team would become distracted. Guys would hurriedly fix their uniforms to appear more relaxed, and even customers seemed to want it known that they were driving expensive cars.

Kimora would step out of her pink Porsche with a radiant smile, heading to see her father. Pharaohs eyes instantly would dilate in amazement , He enjoyed the moment when she would lean over the door to retrieve her bag, revealing his favorite color. It was usually pink, sometimes blue, but she always had a vibrant hue thing peeking out from beneath her short skirts

To Pharaoh, this job surpassed any office position.

"Remove the thought of eyeing her crazy, Lee will fire you on the spot if he catches you looking to hard." Jordan cautioned, pulling out the dusty rule book he had been given. Pharaoh's eyes furrowed at the sight of the lengthy book and the seriousness of his best friend's words.

"He hasn't caught you? as much as you've drolled?" Pharaoh questioned with a hint of teasing in his tone. Jordan shook his head and shifted the weighty book to his left hand, reaching for the sunglasses dangling from his baggy shorts.

"These," Jordan began, holding up the sunglasses, "get me through hell and high water." He gestured around them. "You see, everyone has a pair." Pharaoh glanced around briefly, noticing that indeed, everyone sported the same black sunglasses hanging from their shirts or shorts.

"You need them more than me today" Jordan spoke with ease before turning his attention to the book in his hands.

"so she is coming by?" Pharaoh questioned hesitantly.

"yea and she's working a shift at the counter" Jordan remarked nonchalantly, while Pharaoh's heart practically leaped out of his chest with excitement. He couldn't help but sport a broad grin on his face.

"Working? Shes never worked a day in her life"

Jordan chuckled lightly. " Exactly. But apparently, the usual counter girl, Tonya, called out today, so she's supposedly playing the role of a do-gooder daughter . But I suspect there's an ulterior motive, she wants something expensive" he gossiped.

Whoever said men didn't gossip were wrong.

" Something like what? Why hasn't her boyfriend gotten it for her yet?" Pharaoh prodded, intrigued by the potential significance and wondering if he could find it at the mall later.

" I over heard that she's gonna ask him if she can have that summer bash at their beach house , remember i told you i heard about the date but not the venue" Jordan answered.

"You're so nosy and yea i haven't even heard Maya Talk about that shit, I'm still down to go though." Pharaoh shrugged.

" When he's on the phone he practically yells" Jordan chuckled " but Shit me too, so much ass gonna be there man." Jordan joked while throwing his hand up for dap, Pharaoh nodded while accepting it with laughter.

"So much laughter, yet I don't see any sponges wet," the familiar voice from earlier interjected, instantly dampening the jovial atmosphere. Their laughter quickly faded as the man, now identified as Qention, casually approached. Pharaoh observed the bustling car wash scene, with Camaros, Cadillacs, and Hyundais crowding the lot, suds glistening in the sunlight, and his newfound coworkers diligently at work.

"Mind your business, Q. You know he can't do anything until he reads the rule book," Jordan retorted firmly, handing the slightly hefty tome to Pharaoh, who was taken aback by this unexpected task.

"I don't see him reading; I just see y'all chatting,"

Qention remarked with a hint of skepticism.

"How do you know he wasn't explaining the basics of the book?" Pharaoh spoke, annoyance creeping into his tone as he returned the unsatisfied glare being thrown his way.

"Not even a manager, go wash a car," Jordan concluded dismissively.

Before the young man could respond, Mr. Lee appeared, gracing their presence with his.

"I got a great idea, There's a gray BMW pulling in"

he proclaimed, directing their gaze toward its imminent arrival " You two can clean the outside, and Qention you can clean the inside"

" Yes sir" Quention responded quickly while gaining a scuff from Pharaoh and Jordan.

" I wanna see you in my office after you guys are done Pharaoh " Mr. Lee stated, his hand gently resting upon Pharaoh's shoulder before he adjusted his sunglasses and sauntered away with an effortless lean in his step.

Pharaoh's eyes were ensnared by the familiar sight of the sleek gray BMW, its convertible top lowered to invite the sun's caress, while within, the vain personality reveled in his own reflection, a self-satisfied smirk adorning his features. As Pharaoh beheld this spectacle, a tidal surge of irritation crashed through him, every sinew in his body tensing with disdain and frustration at the sight.

" Man that boy havin it..i should've played ball" Q lamented with a sigh as he joined the observation." Fancy car, Big house, fine ass bitch-"

Pharaoh's gaze sharply intercepted Q's, a silent warning lurking in his eyes, but before any words could escape his lips, Jordan, attuned to his best friend's cues, intervened, swiftly placing an arm in front of Pharaoh to forestall any potential confrontation.

" Watch who you calling a bitch and Terrance is a still thug. The league is not paying him all that yet" Jordan interjected, his tone firm yet measured, a subtle attempt to defuse the tension brewing beneath the surface, all the while concealing Pharaoh's simmering irritation.

" Yea and he not all that" Pharaoh added, cause a scuff from Q.

Pharaoh's friction with Terrance dated back to their pre-driving days; they were once close in middle school, united by their shared admiration for certain girls, a bond Pharaoh initially found appealing. However, their friendship began to fray when Terrance gravitated towards an older, more reckless crowd, one prone to gambling, smoking, and drinking. Pharaoh, mindful of his father's stern demeanor and the repercussions awaiting him if caught partaking in such activities, remained wary and hesitant to follow in Terrance's footsteps.

The final straw that fueled Pharaoh's resentment towards Terrance occurred when he discovered that Terrance was dating Kimora, despite Pharaoh confiding in him about his own crush on her. It seemed that Terrance had a knack for acquiring everything Pharaoh desired; whether it was a new pair of shoes or the affection of a girl, Terrance always managed to swoop in and claim it for himself, leaving Pharaoh feeling betrayed and embittered by his friend's actions.

Pharaoh hopes every day the police will do there job and lock him up. for life.

" simply displaying envy " Q remarked, his tone tinged with dismissal, as he broke the tense silence.

"It's not an expression of envy when it's true " Pharaoh countered, his voice carrying a hint of disdain. Jordan nodded in agreement with Pharaoh's sentiment. Despite Q's attempt to brush off their comments, he straightened his posture with a sense of anticipation as the sleek BMW approached them, gracefully pulling to a halt right in front of the wash station

Pharaoh's hands clenched into fists, mirroring the tension in his jaw as he watched Q open the door for Terrance. His sunglasses tilted down, revealing a steely gaze as he eyed Pharaoh with an unsettling smirk. An image flashed in Pharaoh's mind of him choke-slamming him onto the unforgiving concrete, but he quickly pushed the violent thought aside. Losing his composure could jeopardize his job, a risk he couldn't afford to take.

Terrance, exuding his characteristic cockiness, emerged from the car, clad in a crisp new shirt, perfectly fitted jeans, and stylish shoes. With deliberate slowness, he removed his Ray-Bans, revealing his piercing hazel eyes.

"You know I had to come get my car cleaned by the best in town," he quipped slyly, his tone dripping with superiority.

Pharaoh scrutinized Terrance from head to toe, pondering what made him so captivating. Despite lacking a welcoming aura, Terrance held an undeniable allure, though Pharaoh sensed there were skeletons lurking in his closet, hidden beneath his polished facade.

" Yes Sir, T Man i saw the game last night, I need tickets to the next one " Q Exclaimed while reaching out for a dap. Terrance accepted the gesture with a smile, his flawless teeth gleaming in the sunlight. He reveled in the praise, enjoying the attention and adulation bestowed upon him.

Pharaoh couldn't help but recall watching the game as well, He sucked. Noticing how Terrance struggled due to an obvious foot injury. Despite his valiant effort, they ended up losing. However, Pharaoh observed that people tended to overlook Terrance's injury and focus solely on his status, attributing the loss to other factors. It was a testament to the power of Terrance's reputation that even his shortcomings were often glossed over by admirers.

" Yea, lost fifty to twenty five" Jordan muttered under his breath, stepping away from the group and toward the control buttons of the wash station. Pharaoh chuckled softly before noticing Terrance's cocky shrug.

"You win some, you lose some, but at the end of the day... I'm still me" Terrance exclaimed with a smile, his confidence evident as he chuckled and exchanged a dap with the agreeing Q.

" Yea yea nigga, What package do you want for your car" Jordan queried with a discerning tone, Terrance died down his laughter before responding.

" Premium, handling some big boy business today" With a demeanor that elicited a contemplative huff from Pharaoh. he pivoted to trail Jordan, only to find his progression impeded by a firm hand resting upon his shoulder. The audible crack of knuckles punctuated the tension in the air

" Yo' lemme holla at you real quick"Terrance interjected assertively. Pharaoh glanced at the hand resting on his shoulder, then shifted his gaze to Jordan, who appeared poised to come to his friend's defense if necessary.

Pharaoh pivoted, his brows furrowing in a display of mild agitation. "What's the matter? I just got here," he stated. Terrence let out a small chuckle in response.

"Nah, it ain't about my car. It's about my girl, Kim. You know her," Terrence explained, prompting Pharaoh's ears to perk up as he tilted his head slightly. "I was just wondering if you noticed whether she came back home last night, considering you live right next to her," Terrence asked casually, his gum-chewing demeanor adding a sense of nonchalance to the inquiry.

A blend of concern and curiosity flickered across Pharaoh's expression as he observed the apparent lack of concern in the man whom Kim referred to as her boyfriend. Giving him a once-over, Pharaoh's demeanor remained guarded as he replied, " ask her dad."

"I'm asking you though," Terrence persisted.

"And I said ask her dad," Pharaoh reiterated, his tone firm. Turned his back and heard a smack of teeth from  him.

"What's your issue, bruh?" Terrence grumbled, closing the distance between them with an air of agitation. Sensing the tension escalating, Jordan swiftly intervened, positioning himself between his friend and the visibly irked Terrance.

Pharaoh didn't like fighting at all until he was fighting, He thought about what a fight between him and terrance would look like. Pharaoh wasn't a short man, Physically, Pharaoh stood tall, towering over Terrence by a mere two inches, though their overall stature remained similar. He possessed a stoic confidence, He wasn't scared of any man but his father, Terrance failed to evoke any fear  in Pharaoh's heart; instead, it was overshadowed by an overwhelming sense of animosity.

"I've got a job to do, I don't feel like talking, bruh" Pharaoh retorted, his patience wearing thin as he prioritized his own responsibilities over idle conversation.

" Chill out ," Jordan interjected, his voice measured as he attempted to defuse the escalating tension. "Terrance, if you're looking for Kim, it's best to talk  to her father man. He's the one who can help you out." Jordan observed the subtle tightening of Pharaoh's jaw, mirrored by a similar reaction from Terrance, signaling the simmering intensity of the situation.

"You know what," Terrance began, his tone laced with a hint of amusement but still tinged with defiance. Stepping back slightly, he offered a conciliatory nod. "My bad. Been a bit on edge lately." With a dismissive wave of his hand, he continued,

"Y'all can get back to washing my car while I handle the search for my girl." The emphasis on the last phrase dripped with cockiness, a deliberate provocation aimed squarely at Pharaoh, knowing full well it would stoke the flames of jealousy within him. Terrance relished in needling Pharaoh about their relationship, seizing every opportunity to assert his perceived superiority

Terrance repositioned his sunglasses with a nonchalant flick and briskly strode past the two, his stroll undiminished by the tense exchange. Meanwhile, Q had already begun meticulously cleaning the car's interior, unperturbed by the unfolding commotion.

" It's your first day, don't let him be the reason lee fire you. He'd have that over you" Jordan advised, his voice infused with a calming reassurance as he sought to placate Pharaoh's simmering frustration. With a deep sigh, Pharaoh begrudgingly acquiesced, his focus shifting from the vexing presence of Terrance to the pressing matter of locating Kimora.

" Not worried about him" Pharaoh muttered under his breath, his resolve evident despite the lingering tension. Jordan chuckled softly as he returned to the control panel on the wash station. With a deft press of a button, he directed the hose towards a blue bucket, eliciting a stream of pink liquid mixed with suds.

"I'm pretty sure kim is fine, she's probably hiding from him. Ya know?"

[unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin]

Hello hello, I think you know why I'm here ;v; If it wouldn't be too much, may I have some fluffy comfort with William Regal ( as you'd expect pfft....) based off these cute little dialogue prompts I found?

"There's absolutely nothing wrong with you."

“When I look at you, I see pure perfection.”

using either or is perfectly fine! don't feel like you have to use both!

Please don't forget you're an utter treasure to everyone who has had the pleasure of knowing you, and you're genuinely such an angel on this Earth ♥ i love you very much!! ♥

Beauty

An: you to sweet to me😊I hope this helps to make you feel better

Taglist: @fiskers7136 @peachmango-kombucha @kcloveswrestling @bellalutionn @xkennyxomegax

“I just don’t understand it.” You rolled your eyes at Penelope as she and Allie were talking to you.

“There’s nothing to understand. I love him, and William loves me. It’s as simple as that.” You told them both. The three of you were standing around backstage while AEW dark was being filmed.

“I would understand being attracted to him, in like a ‘your dads friend’ way. But I just can’t imagine dating him.” Penelope continued.

“That’s why your not dating him.”

“He’s just so… old.” Allie giggled.

“Real nice guys.” You mumbled.

“We didn’t mean it like that y/n.” Penelope tried. “You guys are at different parts of your life, I can’t even imagine you guys having things in common.”

As much as you loved your friends, you wish they had never found out you were dating William. In fact, you almost wish it had never got out at all. You had expected a lot of hate to come to you, people saying you were a gold digger and such like that, but most of it had gone at Regal. A lot of under the belt hits too, like comments about how old and how he looks.

“I’ll tell you one thing, I wish it had never gotten out that we were dating.” You mumbled, walking away from the two girls.

———————

You walked into your hotel room, dropping your bag by the door. The main lights were all off but the nightstand light was on, so you assumed William was in bed.

“I’m back!” You called out as you walked further in. William was sitting in the bed, doing something on his phone. You sat on the edge of the bed to pull your shoes off and got ready for bed. You got into bed next to him, and you noticed he was wearing a shirt and stirring relatively far from you.

“How was your night?”

“Fine.” He mumbled, not looking at you. Over the months of being with him, and the years of knowing him, William as always been the type to give a conversation his full attention. No matter how he felt.

“Are you ok?” You questioned, reaching over to touch his shoulder.

“I’m fine y/n.” He snapped, pulling away slightly.

“Sorry, you don’t have to be a bitch about it.” You mumbled, turning over to face away from him. He didn’t say anything, but you felt him get up and heard the bathroom door shut. You rolled over and saw his phone laying on the bed. He was always forgetting to charge it, so your grabbed it. When you picked it up you realized it was still on, and you caught a glance at what it was. A redit forum talking about how much they hated your relationship.

“Oh William…” you mumbled.

“It’s not kind to look at someone’s phone.” You jumped a bit at hearing William. You turned to see him standing just at his side of the bed.

“I was just trying to plug it in.” You blushed lightly, holding it out to him.

“It’s fine.” He took it and pulled it in before getting getting back in bed. You both laid in silence before you spoke.

“I think we need to talk.”

“I figured.” You heard him sigh before sitting up, you following suite. “Well, I suppose this is when you tell me you loved the time we spent together, but we aren’t compatible.” You were slightly stunned at his words, but he continued talking. “Perhaps your friends were correct. We are at different points in our life’s, and I don’t-“

“Wait, what do you mean my friends were right?” You interrupted.

“I heard the three of you speaking earlier. And I understand completely. Even you agreed with them.”

“I didn’t agree with them.” You argued, slightly confused.

“You said, I wish it hadn’t gotten out.”

“That’s not what I meant.” You said. “I meant, every since that damn picture got out people have been assholes, especially to you. I miss when it was just the two of us, not questions or harassment, but it doesn’t mean I want to break up just because Of it. I love you.” When you finished he let his cup your cheek lightly.

“My dear, how did I find someone as great as you?” You smiled up at him, placing your own hand on his.

“I’m just that great.” He chuckled at your response, kissing your head lightly. When he pulled back you caught his lips in a quick kiss. “I promise as much as I love Penelope and Allie, they won’t ever be the dictators of my life.”

“I’m glad my love, now let’s get some sleep. You may have a lot of life in you, but I’m an old man and need his sleep.”

[autumnleaves1991-blog]

79 w benny pls!

Prompt #79 “We’re not just friends you know that.”

Pairing: Benny Miller x F! Reader

Warnings: 18 + ONLY for language, friends with benefits, feelings, p in v explicit, oral F! receiving, a little dom benny (just a touch).

Not Just Friends

The air is thick with the scent of sex, the sweat clinging to your skin, salt tickling your tongue when you lick a trail up his chest, lining yourself up with his cock. You avoid his eyes, keeping them down to see him slide inside your slick core, every inch splitting you open down the middle. You pause, clenching your pussy around him and listening to his groans, his hands massaging your ass before he starts rocking you back and forth.

Your clit rubs against his waist and feels fucking amazing, giving you the desperate release you've been craving. He was worse than any drug; heroin, cocaine, meth, all of them were nothing to the drug that is Benjamin Miller. "Look at me," he commands, and you're helpless to resist, always desperate for that next fix.

"You want to cum, baby?" he asks, keeping a slow pace and letting the pleasure drown you. You nod, and he grins, "you love riding my fat cock don't you? Just desperate for me?" he continues edging you on, his words sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body until you're trembling for release.

"I need to cum," you beg, trying to move your hips faster, grinding down onto his cock. But he keeps his hands tight on your hips, controlling the pace.

"No, we're gonna talk, baby girl, and if you're good, I'll let you soak my cock. Understood?"

"Yes," you gasp, spasming around him when he stops your movement altogether. "Benny?" you whimper, "what are you doing?" You reach a hand down to touch your clit, desperate for some release, when he grabs your wrist and sits up suddenly. His cock goes deeper inside you, and you moan when he grabs your other wrist and pulls them behind you. His hands are so fucking big he holds both hands in his left and cups your cheek with the right.

"We are going to talk, remember?" You avoid his eyes again, till his deep baritone brings you back, "fucking look at. me, baby." You slowly drag your eyes to look back at him, hating how much you love him; every speck of grey in the blue pools of his eyes, the way his dimple deepens when he smiles, the flop of blonde hair over his forehead.

"What? What could you possibly want to talk about right now?" You feel the defenses rising when he stays silent, watching you, "we don't do this, talk, share feelings. We fuck Ben; we're just friends."

His response shocks you into silence, never hearing him yell at you before, "we're not just friends, you know that!" His chest heaves, and he closes his eyes and rests his forehead around yours; he releases your wrist and wraps his arms around your waist, keeping you tight to him. "Shit-I- I wanted to do this different."

"W-what did you wanna do"?" you whisper back.

He lifts his head and sighs, "tell you that I want more. That I want to do more than just fuck you and pretend that I'm not in love with you. That it doesn't kill me to watch you walk out that door. That I'm alright with you dating other guys because I'm not. I'm not okay, baby, and you always leave so damn quick I thought the only time I'd get to say any of this is when you're fucking me."

You're quiet for too long, and he starts to push you away, moving to slip out of you when you're shocked from your stupor. You grab his face and smash his lips against yours, the two of you moving in perfect unison. He snaps his hips up, never pulling away from kissing you. It's perfection.

Each thrust of his hips pushes him deeper and deeper inside you; you can hear how wet you are, slick dripping onto the navy-colored sheets. And when you cum, you cum together, matching groans as he pumps you full. You slowly blink open your eyes when he pulls away from your kiss, his eyes wide and blurry, and you realize you're crying when he brushes the tears off your cheeks.

"I love you too," you gasp, trying to catch your breath and letting out a watery chuckle that's infectious. He laughs, catching your lips in a kiss and turning you, your back hitting the sheets.

He slips out of you, and you whine at the loss before he drops to his waist and lines his face up with your cunt, watching himself spill out of you. "What are you doing?" you ask with a grin as he licks his lips like he's staring at a four-course meal.

"I'm going to eat out my girlfriend till she passes out, then I'm gonna fuck her again, we can take a nap and a shower, and then, I'm taking you out on a date." He licks a wide strip through your folds, groaning at the taste, your hands sliding through his hair and tugging. "How do dinner and a movie sound?"

You giggle, quickly turning to a moan, "how about take-out? I feel like staying in tonight, lots of things to make up for."

"I like the way you think," he chuckles, diving back down eagerly to your pussy, "I'll get started on the first course."

[atalho-s]

Light Up The Dark

Part 2 | We are accidents waiting to happen

pairing: bartender!tom x famous!reader

warnings: smut +18 miniors dni, swear words?, drinking, let me know if anything else!

words: 5.0 k

a/n: english it’s not my first language, so i’m sorry for any mistake! I don’t have a taglist yet, but if you want to be tagged in the next chapters let me know!! 

PART 2 if you want to read part 1 click here! 

It was already Saturday. The day Y/n took for herself. Writing was extraordinary, but she loved having a day off to take care of herself. She spent the day doing things she enjoyed, whether it was lying in bed watching a movie or trying to cook something.

After the fateful day of writer's block she started writing like crazy, so she didn't feel guilty about taking a day off without thinking about her characters and how they would get out of the challenges she had created for them.

The fateful day. For some reason she kept thinking about that damned Brit with that accent. For a moment she'd been scared that she'd been seen by paparazzi hanging out with the mysterious bartender, or even some picture of him leaving her apartment. But nothing came out in the news on the gossip sites, which made her relieved.

As much as she deserved to have fun once in a while and wasn't doing anything wrong, she still didn't want to bring attention to herself and even less to a guy who wasn't even famous. She was afraid to put anyone who wasn't famous in the media. Fear that one day suddenly, this person might be persecuted because of her.

Anyway, it had just been a crazy night. Nothing much. And she didn't intend to see him again. So she had nothing to worry about.

Sitting down in the kitchen counter with her familiar cup of coffee she got lost in some thoughts. Why hadn't she stopped thinking about him ever since? It had been a great night, but that was all. She didn't even know him well.

Maybe it was because her creative block had been broken after being with him. But obviously it was just a coincidence. She had just felt inspired after a distraction.

She shook his head away from the thoughts and placed the cup in the sink. She took a deep breath and thought about what to do next. But before she could think of anything else her cell phone started ringing on the counter. She was almost jump by the sudden sound, seeing the screen indicating that it was Milla, her agent, who had become one of her best friends.

- Hi Mil! - she said after sliding the screen.

- Good morning baby. - she said on the other end of the line. - Ready for the party?

- Party? What a party? - Y/n asked confused starting to wash the small amount ofdishes she had soiled.

- How you don't know? I thought I sent you the invitation on your email and I even sent you a message!

- Bestie, I haven't seen my email or message for days. I was super focused on the book, my writer's block finally went away.

- Really? I knew that would go away! You were worried for nothing. What did you do to go back to writing? - Milla asked and Y/n smiled a little.

- Well... I just went out to chill out a bit...Nothing much.

- Y/n getting out on weekdays? And even on the days you're writing a book? That's what I call grow. - she said and Y/n rolled her eyes laughing. - I'm even afraid to invite you to parties, because I know when you're writing you hate to go out... But it's good to know that you're getting out of your routine a little...

- Yeah, sometimes it's good to breathe new air. - Y/n replied drying his hands on a towel. - But what party are you talking about?

- A party of none other than Emma Brown. - Y/n snorted. Emma Brown was a great actress who to tell the truth she didn't know much, she only knew her from a couple of her movies, but other than that she didn't know much about her.

But what she did know was that she had some also famous friends of questionable taste. They were those famous people who only knew about money, women, cars and mansions. But she was tipped for a theatrical adaptation of one of her books and she wanted everything to come out perfect. She was very afraid the movie would end up ruining her work.

- Do I really have to go? - She asked in a tearful voice.

- Yes you have! It's going to be a really fancy birthday party for her, all the famous people in the industry are going to be there. You know you have to socialize with these people. Who knows, you can make some important friendships...

- Milla... I don't know... I don't need important friendships. I don't need anyone to stand up or approach others for interest.

- I know you don't need anyone for that... I just meant that you're very isolated, you need to make connections, understand? I know it's hard because you hate all that fame and stuff. But if you want the adaptation of your story to be good, there's no way... Besides, one of the great directors you left me on the list to research will be there too. So it would be really cool to kill two birds with one stone. - Milla said and Y/n sighed. She was right, if she wanted everything to work out she had to at least have a conversation with these people. It would be weird to refuse Emma's invitation to her birthday. It would just show that she was uninterested.

- Okay... You won ok? - She said and Milla gave an excited squeal. - But I won't stay long!

- Okay, okay... Just for you to go is great! Andrew will be there shortly for you to choose a dress. -Andrew was her stylist and she practically jumped every time Y/n had an important event, because it was rare for her to go. Good thing he didn't just have her as a client, because otherwise he'd be bored out of his mind for a long time.

- Okay Mil, thank you... I love you! - She said and Milla said goodbye hanging up the phone.

It was late afternoon when Andrew arrived at her apartment with several suitcases and bags in both hands. He really had brought up thousands of options. But Y/n ended up choosing a slightly shiny black dress that went just above the knee with a V-neck. Something cute, but nothing too fancy.

He did her makeup. Which wasn't too heavy either, as she hated things that were too heavy on her face. Finally she put on a mid-heeled sandal in the same color as the dress and her sparkly earrings. Before Andrew left her apartment satisfied with the result.

It was almost 7:30 pm when a black car that would take her to the party location arrived in front of her building and she got out enter the backseat right after. She was apprehensive. She hated socializing to tell the truth. Large crowds and cameras really made her anxious.

After almost 20 minutes the car stopped in front of what appeared to be a large gate. Several paparazzi showed up and started taking pictures of her car surrounding her or even tapping on the window a little, asking her if she could talk to them. Which she obviously ignored. The driver introduced himself to the doorman and he opened the gate letting the car pass and stop in front of a luxurious mansion.

Some people were coming in and others were standing in front talking. She saw that there were some familiar faces of the media. Actresses, actors, singers, famous people of every imaginable type.

She opened the car door and walked out towards the large entrance. She smiled at a few people, nodding her head as she passed and found herself in a crowd of people as she entered the place. There really were a lot of people, despite the place being even bigger inside. Many with fancy drinks in hand and chatting. A song playing on the background.

She walked deeper into the room and took a quick look around trying to find the birthday girl. After a few minutes she found her near one of the sofas. Y/n walked over and stopped beside her, causing Emma to stop her conversation with two more people and look at her.

- Happy Birthday! - Y/n said in the friendliest way possible and Emma smirked and hugged her lightly afterwards.

- Thank you! Glad you came! - she said, breaking out of the hug after a few seconds.

- Your party is very beautiful, I loved the decoration. - Y/n said looking around. Indeed Emma had decorated the place in a simple way, but at the same time fancy and beautiful.

- Oh thank you... - she said, still smiling. - I'm very happy that you accepted my invitation, we have a lot to talk about since maybe we'll work together, right?

- No problem, obviously I would come... - Y/n said and almost punched herself because she was very fake in saying that. - But we really have to talk!

- Well, I was talking to Jim just now... I can give you his number later... He's a great director and I think it would be great for your adaptation... - Emma said and Y/n thought that she was really interested in that adaptation, because she was even talking to the possible renowned director, which surprised her. She thought Emma was a little more oblivious to her books and even movie stuff. She thought she was one of those famous actresses who expected others to come after her, not being interested in the work itself, but only on the fame and money. - We love your book! I think it has great potential for a grand adaptation.

- Wow, that is good to hear! Thanks a lot! - Y/n said sincerely this time. - I'll love talking to him too...

- Sure! - She looked behind Y/n and motioned to someone from far away. - Hey Jim! You can come here? - She asked speaking loudly for him to hear and Y/n turned around watching the director approaching after saying goodbye to someone. He wasn't much older than she thought, maybe in his early thirties, he wore a small beard that fit his face and short hair, but with curls that jutted out around his head. -That's Y/n... Y/n that's Jim...-Emma said when he got in front of her and Jim held out his hand with a smile.

- Nice to meet Y/n, we finally met... - he said and Y/n shook his hand also smiling.

- Nice to meet you Jim! - She said and Emma sat in one of the armchairs indicating for the two to sit, which they did next.

- Do you two want something to drink? Champagne?- Emma asked and they both accepted as she motioned for someone from far away to bring them.

- Well, I found your book very intriguing Y/n... I can say I haven't slept for a while... - Jim said laughing a little and Y/n smiled. - It's a very well written story, I loved the plots and it has a great resolution. I think I would make a good 2 hour movie with all this material... - he said and Y/n paid attention until something took her a little out of focus. Something not. Somebody.

It was the waiter, and not just any waiter. It was Tom. He came into her vision and she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Maybe it was a mirage or she was mistaking him for someone else. But when he approached she was sure it was him. He came with a tray with drinks in one hand. He was wering a white dress shirt, with black pants. The typical pattern of a fancy party waiter. But he was beautiful. Y/n felt a shiver for a moment and tried to hide it by looking back at Jim who was still talking about his plans for the possible movie.

Maybe Tom didn't even remember her. She was just a one-night stand, he should do that with a lot of girls out there, so it wasn't something new to him. As soon as he arrived, he handed one of the glasses to Emma beside her and Y/n felt her breath quicken a little. She didn't know why she was so nervous. It was just a waiter she had slept with a few days ago.

- Excuse me... - he said and Y/n looked up at him quickly seeing that he was right in front of him. -Here it is miss...-he said looking her in the eyes and then winking at her, wich almost make her shrink in her chair. He held out the tray for her to take one of the glasses and she did, looking away at Jim.

- So, what do you think? - Jim asked taking the glass from the tray and Y/n took a sip of his surprise drink.

- Sorry? - She asked guiltily for having been distracted.

- About us meeting and having a meeting next week? That way I can show you my idea better. - he said and Y/n smiled.

- Of course, that would be great! - she said and Tom walked away not looking in her direction again, which left her disappointed for a second. She would going to love looking into those eyes again.

- Perfect! - Jim replied excitedly and started talking about other things as well as Emma.

They talked for almost an hour, until Emma went to talk to other people and Jim said he was leaving as he had some work in the morning. Y/n sat for a while and finished drinking the last of her champagne and placed it on the table in front of her.

She thought about leaving. She had already done the important interactions for the night. So, she had no reason to stay there. But she kept thinking about the damn waiter. Would it be weird to go talk to him? Maybe just say hi? But she doubted he would want to talk to her. Besides, he was working. She didn't want to get in his way.

Getting up from her chair and straightening her dress, she forced her steps towards the exit, but stopped midway as she saw Tom walking into what appeared to be the kitchen with the tray tucked under his arm. She looked at the exit door and sighed. Okay, if she went to him just to say hi, it wouldn't hurt would it?

Y/n turned and headed in the direction that Tom had gone. She couldn't even believe she was doing it this. She would looked ridiculous in his eyes. But she choose to ignore the little voice of reason again. Passing by a few people, and walking out into a empty hallway, she opening a single door at end. She closed in behind her and turned to see that Tom was on his back piling some boxes in a corner. His muscles in that outfit made her feel tempted somehow, so she swallowed hard. He turned at the sound of the door closing and looked at her with a mixture of confusion and curiosity.

- Looking for something madam? - He asked with a smirk.

- Actually... - Y/n thought of some excuse, maybe it would be better, so it would seem that she was there for something else and not for him. - Yeah... I was looking for the bathroom, I think I take the wrong direction...

- Yeah...Actually, the bathroom is on the other side of the hallway... - he said leaning against the kitchen counter and looking her up and down, making her feel completely vulnerable. After his eyes roamed her legs and bust, they came to her face and he grinned.

- Okay, I'll... - Y/n started saying and turned around taking a few steps. But she stopped midway, closing his eyes, tearing himself apart from the inside out of embarrassment. She turned around again seeing that he was still watching her, now with his arms crossed over his chest, wondering what she would do next. - You remember me don't you? - She asked fearfully.

- Of course I remember darling... - he said, practically intensifying his accent in that nickname that was so perfect in his voice. Y/n took a few steps forward also crossing her arms. - How could I forget the famous writer Y/n?- He raised an eyebrow and she rolled her eyes with his last sentence.

- It really was an...- She looked at her feet trying to find a word. - Interesting night… - she finally said and he chuckled, making her look up.

- Very interesting indeed... - he said putting his hands in his front pockets, pulling himself away from the counter and heading towards her. Y/n wanted to say goodbye and leave, run away as fast as possible. But she couldn't, every move he did was too tempting, so she just stood there watching him get closer and closer to her. He stopped in front of her and looked into her eyes, smiling slightly.

- What are you doing here? Do you work as a waiter at parties too? - Y/n asked curiously.

- My boss sometimes receives proposals for us to work at these rich parties... - he said with a shrug.

- Oh... Nice... - she said crossing her arms. - Well...Now I really have to go... - she said trying to get away from it one last time.

- Why did you really come here love? -Tom asked tilting his head a little to the side and she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

- I told you, I was looking for the bathroom. -Y/n looked at his face trying to be firm, but saw that he still wore that smirk. Why did he have to be so confident like that?

- Oh sure... Just like you also looked for some excuse that day for me to leave, but failed miserably?- he asked making a thoughtful face and she still hadn't decided if she wanted to slap him or kiss him.

- Why did you leave without saying goodbye tho? - She asked ignoring what he had said.

- So that's why you came after me? Are you hurt that I didn't leave you a goodbye kiss? - he said pouting.

- Of course not, I just... I don't know, it would be nice to say that you were leaving and that you wouldn't stay for breakfast... - Y/n said looking to the side, avoiding those brown eyes that intimidated her.

- Darling, I'm not that type guy, sorry...

- What type of guy? - she still avoided looking at him.

- The type who stay for breakfeast. -he said taking a hand from her pocket and taking her chin gently, making her look at him. - But if you want some fun I'm at your disposal. -he said and she bit her lower lip lightly making him deviate his eyes towards her lips. - Do you want darling?- he asked quietly and Y/n seemed to be transfixed by her touch. She was surrendered, she couldn't deny it. Maybe even hypnotized.

- I...- she said with a little shaky voice. - I don't know...

- Yes or no?- he asked looking from her lips to her eyes and she felt her breath getting heavy.

- Yes...- she just spoke as a whisper and he smiled satisfied.

- How about you meet me in 15 minutes in the bathroom of the pool house? - He said and she just shook her head slowly. Tom released her chin and backed away slowly, not taking his eyes off her, and then walked away leaving her alone with her heart racing.

Y/n took a deep breath and tried to place herself in what had just happened. Did she really want this? Her mind could try to hear the voice of reason, but it was drowned out by her body's reaction. She wanted to feel him again.

She walked away quickly, passing several people who were talking loudly or who were already drunk. She looked around and saw the door that led to the back side and sneak there, getting out and feeling the slightly chilly night air, closing the sliding door behind her.

She saw the pool that had some people around it and a little further to the right a door that opened into another closed space. Probably the pool house. She walked over there, trying to hide it so no one would see her, and went inside. She closed the front door slowly and headed towards the bathroom.

The place was dark, with only the lights outside. So she was holding her hand into to some stuff until he found the door. She went in and turned on the light. The bathroom was spacious, with a large sink and a huge mirror in front of it. She closed herself off and looked at herself in the reflection.

That was crazy. She had never done that at parties. Not even when she was drunk. And now she was there, looking forward to what might happen. In fact she knew what was going to happen, just as she knew when she invited him up to her apartment that night. But even so, she felt butterflies in her stomach in anticipation.

After almost 10 minutes of waiting she heard the bathroom door open and she turned in the direction, feeling extremely anxious. Tom came in looking over his shoulder and closed the door soon after, looking at her with an opening grin. He locked the door slowly with one hand and came towards her in a hurry.

The next thing she felt was his lips pressing against hers urgently. He kissed her like it was the last thing he would do. Running her tongue over her lips asking permission and Y/n opened it slowly letting him explore her mouth with his burning tongue.

She ran her hand around the back of his neck pulling his hair and he responded by holding her waist tightly. Tom walked forward and she leaned her back against the sink counter. Making him lift her with agility, sitting her down on the cold surface and getting between her legs. She grunted in surprise against his mouth and he broke the kiss for air. Kissing from her neck to her collarbone and she closed her eyes feeling his touch.

- Tom... - she said in a low voice. - You won't get in trouble if you disappear like that? -he now kissed her neckline and squeezed her thigh with desire.

- Not if we're fast darling. -He spoke a bit husky, moving his kisses to her earlobe, biting lightly and she moaned low. - And despite loving your sounds, you will have to be silent. - He looked at her smiling maliciously. - Promise? -He spoke touching her nose with his lightly, looking at her closely, and she nodded making him attack her lips next.

Still kissing her he pulled the hem of her dress up a little and she bit his lip making him smile against the kiss. Her fingers reached her inner thigh and then moved up to her panties. Tom put the fabric aside with one of her fingers and passed one slowly at her entrance feeling her wetness.

- Always ready for me aren't you darling? -He said pulling his mouth away from hers, staying just a few centimeters away from her. She moaned softly again and he smiled as he pulled her fingers away and replaced them around her thighs pulling her closer to the edge of the sink.  He started to finger her really slowly and she bite her lips, trying to control her moaning. Tom keep his pace just watching her face squirm with pleasure. After seconds he removed his delicious fingers making her almost protest out loud, makind him smile even more. If wasn't for the rush he would definitively make his time with you.

Y/n then put his hands on the collar of his shirt and opened the first buttons. Kissing his neck with desire, making him squeeze her thighs in response. Biting her lips he unfastened his belt and then the buttons of his pants pulled them down along with his boxers, revealing his cock. He pulled her in for one more kiss before taking the condom package from his pocket and opening it, meanwhile Y/n was kissing uncovered place she could reach, from his face to his chest, opening more buttons of his shirt.

Tom adjusted the condom on his cock before taking a few thrusts. He moved even closer to her, if that was even possible, and gave her a peck.

- Ready? He spoke softly against her lips and she nodded almost in despair, wanting to feel him inside her more than anything.

He smiled once more and slid his cock easily as she was completely wet. Tom growled low against her ear and Y/n bit her lip so no sound could come out. He started to move, after she was more adjusted to his size, at first slowly and starting to increase his pace with each second.

-Fuck... - he cursed softly against her ear and she pulled the hair from his neck with one hand, while the other squeezed his shoulder. The more he increased the pace she felt as if she were coming off the ground. - So tight darling... - he said between small grunts. - Feels so good...

- Tom... - Y/n spoke and he increased the pace even more making her moan with the sudden sensation of pleasure and he muffled her sounds by sticking his lips on hers.

-Shh… - he said after moving his lips from hers and Y/n tried her best to keep the sounds to herself, but he filled her perfectly and made her feel so good that she couldn't help it. Tom smirked and put his hand over her mouth, covering her moans. - Can't contain yourself? -he said and kissed her neck giving light bites and hickeys. -You're so easy for me, love... Look at you...- he spoke in a low voice, while still holding his hand firm in her mouth and kissing below her ear. - So easy...- he said going faster, as if it were possible, and bit his lower lip trying to contain his own moans this time, touching his nose to her cheek.

- Please…- she managed to speak muffled against his hand, feeling her orgasm quickly building.

- I know sweetheart... - he said making her feel his heavy breath into her cheek. -I got you ...-he finally said and that was enough for her orgasm to release with force, making him also come right after her with one last muffled grunt against her neck. He continued to move slowly for a few more seconds, before coming to a complete stop. The two of them with their breaths out of control. Reaching their high.

After a few minutes Tom took his hand from her mouth and soon after took his member out of her slowly. The two were silent the entire time. Y/n felt empty as  soonTom walked away to clean up, still half dazed from all the pleasure she just felt. He cleaned himself up and discarded the condom, zipping his pants and turned around, buttoning his shirt right away. Y/n didn't take her eyes off every move he made and he smiled approaching her.

- Want some help darling? - he asked standing in front of her and she held in his arms before he helped her getting down from the sink. She felt a little dizzy and if it wasn't for him holding her she thought she would fall. - You're right? - he asked still holding her on her waist.

- Yes...Thank you... - she managed to say.

- Well, I have to go, before they notice that I'm gone... - he said, releasing her.

- Of course... - Y/n said. - Tom… - she didn't know what to say. It might be the second time they'd done this, but it still felt like it was the first and she felt somewhat embarrassed. Maybe because she wasn't used to casual sex.

- See you soon? - He said giving a quick kiss on her cheek, fixing his hair in the best way he could and winking as he walked away, going to the door and unlocking it. He got out and closed it behind him while she back staring into the mirror.

She took a deep breath and was trying to figure out what to do next. After cleaning her up she finally got out of there. She crawled to the door and managed to get through the party without the weird looks she thought everyone would send to her when they bumped into her. For some reason she thought everyone would know, but obviously not. She felt weird doing that at an party, it really wasn't like her. But why did she feel so good?

She looked around before heading out of the house, but she didn't find Tom in her vision and she didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. She wanted to look at him one last time from afar, but at the same time she didn't. Maybe that was the last time they were going to do that. She didn't think she'd find him like this anywhere else, and she didn't intend to go to the bar he worked at just to get another night with him. Besides, that's what she was, just one night, just a "quickie" in the bathroom. And everything was fine. He was that for her too, so what did it matter?

For a moment she felt his head fill with ideas. Y/n had a perfect plot for her story now. She had to go home and get back to writing right away. Calling the driver from a distance, she practically ran towards the car.

[rogue-durin-16]

THINGS NEVER GO AS PLANNED (Part I/VII)

"sleepless nights"

Summary: After Fred's death, George and Y/n lean on each other to carry on. This wasn't the most brilliant idea, though; George was pretty much in love with the girl, and Y/n— well, she had been dating Fred prior to the Battle of Hogwarts.

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Genre: angst

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Suggested by: @crispykittywitch

Things never go as planned: @sarcasticallywitty15 @beautyschoo1dropout @s1ut4georgeweasley @leovaldez37 @missmulti @weasleywh0r3s

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog

Warnings: grief, nightmares, implicit PTSD

A/N: this is kind of... Fluffy(?) Somehow lmao. This story is based off this convo and these headcanons. If you wanna be tagged in the next parts tell me, and enjoy <3

Prologue: the aftermath

Part II: candy floss

Part III: shock therapy

Part IV: wrong name

Part V: the perfect excuse

Part VI: the downfall

Part VII: apart

Epilogue: I still love you

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

The first night I thought I was hallucinating; it wouldn't be the first time since the Battle that I had imagined someone was wandering around the flat.

The second night I was dubious.

The third night I was completely sure George was, in fact, staying awake.

So, when, during the fourth night, I heard him pass by my door for the nth time in two hours, I left the comfort of my soft blankets and stepped towards the door.

"What on earth are you doing?" George, who was already walking away in the living room's direction, jumped at my whispering.

He took a hand to his chest, shut his eyes and breathed deeply. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack, woman?" He leaned against the wall, his eyes still closed.

"Alright, sorry." I apologised. We kept whispering as if someone was sleeping in our house. "It's just— are you getting any sleep?"

His brown eyes finally opened, and as he stared into mines, I knew he, despite wanting to do so, couldn't find the strength to lie.

"I can't go near my room." He confessed, one of his hands running through his locks as his eyes welled up. "I— I tried, I just—" another deep breath, this one shaky.

I reached out to him from my door frame. The hallway wasn't that large, anyway; he only needed to slightly extend his arm and he would be able to touch my fingertips.

George looked at my palm hesitant, as if he didn't dare to hold it. "C'mon, I can't have you haunting our home for another night." With a resigned sigh, he finally took my hand, and I swiftly tugged him towards me, leading him into my room and closing the door behind us.

My dorm had a different atmosphere, and George felt it right away. Maybe it was because the room was certainly not the twins' making, or maybe because it was the furthest from Fred's, but in my room the air was less oppressive; it somehow felt comforting and homely.

I sat George down on the edge of my bed and took a proper look at him; his eyes were puffy and his nose red, but he was livid. I let my hand travel to his cheek, and he unconsciously leaned on it.

"I'm gonna go for a glass of water." I informed him, my fingertips wiping a tear that had spilled and was running down his face. "And I'll get your bags on my way."

"You don't have to." He muttered.

"Yeah, I have to, because you're not sleeping on this." I tugged on his overused shirt's collar. "Do me a favor; get a blanket from under the bed and place it on the divan." He nodded and complied, getting up as soon as I left the room.

GEORGE'S P. O. V.

I rubbed my eyes with my index finger and thumb whilst standing up and doing as Y/n had asked me to.

On the process of covering the divan with one of her soft, warm blankets, I realized there was no way on earth I would fit there.

"Why the puzzled look?" Y/n's voice breaking the silence so abruptly made me lost my train of thoughts. "Didn't mean to scare you." She apologised, handing me the promised —and very needed— glass of water, and throwing my bags over her bed. "You're not sleeping there." She clarified, motioning at the divan.

A frown formed on my face. "I'm not taking your bed."

"Yes, you are." Just as I was about to open my mouth and complain, she warned me, "Don't you argue with me, Weasley. We're both too tired for this."

"Alright, you win." I huffed, knowing it would be useless to try and talk some sense into her, and, in all honesty, I craved to lie down on a bed, and Y/n's looked so comfy and welcoming.

"What are you doing?"

"Going to bed?"

She walked to me tugging my hand so I was facing her instead of her mattress. "You're a mess." The girl mumbled under her breath, unbuttoning my shirt before I knew what was happening. "Off, now."

When she stepped away to reach into my bag, I kept doing what she had started until the piece of clothing was open. Y/n placed my pyjamas in front of me and quickly turned her back to my body before I could even remove my shirt.

"I really don't know why you keep doing that" the words were coming out of my mouth somehow more light-hearted, almost amused. "You've ran into me naked several times." I pointed out, completely undressed and reaching for my nightwear.

Y/n snorted. "That doesn't make it any less awkward." The ghost of a grin appeared on my face and I had to refrain myself from teasing her in any way. "Done?" I responded affirmatively un response and she turned around and removed my dirty clothes from her bed.

We both climbed into our respective resting places and threw our blankets over us before turning off the light.

"Y/n?" She gave me a sleepy hum, prompting me to speak. "Thank you." She mumbled something I didn't quite understand; my eyes closed surprisingly fast, and I fell asleep.

Something I was quickly regretting.

As comfortable as Y/n's bed was, and as much at ease as the atmosphere in her room had left me, the nightmares still haunted my dreams.

I jumped up with a yell I didn't know that had escaped my lips, sweating and panting, only to find Y/n close to the same state, somehow a little bit more calmed. We locked eyes, gleaming at the moonlight due to the not yet spilled tears.

I took a deep, ragged breath, and rubbed my face with both hands; I wasn't crying, I was just exhausted.

The weight on the bed shifted before Y/n's arms pulled me into a side hug; I leaned on her, throwing my own arm around her waist to pull her even closer. We fell over the bed like that, and didn't dare to move.

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I woke up again. This time, though, no pants or tears were involved; I was calm and rested, something not very usual anymore.

After a moment, I realized the reason why I had woken up was probably the pain on the back of my neck. I blinked a couple of times in an attempt to shake the drowsiness off me before trying to switch my posture to one more comfortable.

I was then startled by a sleepy grunt that left Y/n's lips; I remembered then that we had somehow managed to fall asleep in each other's arms in the most uncomfortable position ever.

I managed to move her with me, without waking her up —and thank Godric for that, because the sight of her snuggled up to my side with our legs tangled and her hand on my chest was angelic.

A sigh escaped my lips when, due to the rays of sunshine that started to sneak into the room, she buried her face in the crook of my neck, hear breath fanning over my skin and sending chills down my spine.

Staring at the room's ceiling, I weighed my options; on the one hand, I could lay with Y/n a bit more and try to go back to sleep, but I risked falling into another nightmare; on the other hand, I could get up and go have a very needed shower, but I would have to leave the comfort of her arms and her room, and venture into our very own cemetery.

I went for the second option; I did crave a shower, and we couldn't let what once was the most cheerful flat in the Diagon Alley be covered by the darkness of grief forever.

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READER'S P. O. V.

I was shocked —in a good way, of course— when, the next time my eyes fluttered open was not due to a nightmare, but to the bright, warm sunlight inundating the room.

George was nowhere to be seen, and I wondered if last night had been a dream. I dismissed that idea as soon as I propped myself up on my forearms, seeing his bags near the bed and his dirty clothes laying on the carpet.

The door creaked, announcing the ginger's arrival even before he hesitantly entered the room. "Morning." He offered me a small smile.

"Morning." I replied, mimicking his expression. "How long have you been up?"

"For about..." he checked the clock in my room, leaning against the door frame. "Half an hour. Just had a shower and I was gonna make some breakfast."

My smile grew a little wider at his newly refreshed attitude. "In high spirits, are we?"

He clicked his tongue, tilting his head to the side. "Turns out that getting some sleep does wonders."

"Indeed." I agreed, stretching before standing up and walking to him. "C'mon, I'll help you with that breakfast."

"I can do it myself." He assured me, walking right behind me in the kitchen's direction.

"Last time you tried to cook, you set fire to the table."

He groaned, grabbing a knife to slice the bread he had left on the counter. "You won't let me live that down ever, will you?" I shook my head no, turning on the fire before grabbing a pan. "I hate you."

"Liar." I placed my hand above the pan to check the heat before requesting, "Pass me the slices."

"I was gonna make you breakfast," he complied, nonetheless. "Not the other way around."

"Are you complaining?" I quirked an eyebrow at George, making him roll his eyes at me and turn to the cabinets consequently to reach for the mugs. "I was thinking—"

"You? Thinking?" Snort. "The world's ending." He stated dramatically, preparing the coffee.

"Twit." I flipped the nearly ready toasts before resuming my sentence. "I was thinking that we should reopen the shop." George stayed silent, leaning against the counter by my side. "I think it would... Help." I stopped again, carefully picking my words. "Getting the business running... I think— we can't— we need to do something, to stay occupied." I looked at him, awaiting for an answer, or at least a glance, but his eyes were fixed on his slippers. "I don't mean right now," he tilted his chin up to stare at the opposite wall, and then his head spun to me. "but I—"

"Y/n!" His eyes went wide and he swiftly pulled me away from the pan, tossing the burning bread into the sink. "Merlin's beard." I pinched the bridge of my nose, sighing in defeat. "Trying to outmatch my kitchen pyromania?" George would have successfully lightened up the mood if I wasn't on the brink of a mental breakdown.

Fred had always been the one to cook. George wasn't even allowed in the kitchen for obvious reasons, and I myself had the attention span of a fruit fly.

"Oi..." George pulled me to his chest and my arms instantly wrapped around his middle. "What about we get dressed," he began, stroking my hair. "And we go have breakfast at The Leaky Cauldron?" I nodded against him, and he squeezed me tight before slowly pulling away. "We can start restocking when we come back, yeah?" I nodded again, catching a tear with the back of my sleeve before it could run down my cheek. "Then let's go." This time it was him who stretched his arm, offering me his hand, which I instantly took.

As we made our way back to my room, it dawned on me this would be one hell of a ride.

"Wait! The coffee!" I tugged him back to the kitchen.

"Shit!" We both jogged back in, rapidly putting away the coffee pot.

"I think we shouldn't cook." I stated. "At all."

"Agreed." He breathed out.

[maplecornia]

chapter 21

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 3.72K

𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢: romance | slice of life | fluff | angst | bts x female!reader | ot7

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: You watched them from the sidelines ever since you were a young teenage girl. Now you’re grown up, they’ve returned after 2 long years and everything has changed. What happens when you pull back the mask and find the darkness within? What happens when you see that they’re broken?

𝔞/𝔫: in regards to the banner above...yes tae if i also looked like you i would want to kiss myself too

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: cliffhangers | angst | fluff | slight mentions of self hatred | depression | mental health illness | self harm | occurs in the year 2024 | set in a timeline where BTS went to the military together | slight language

tags: @kookaine | @fangirl125reader | @kookiebbyxx | @taradevonne | @rae-bear |@mangminnie | @pixiekooo

Some people are connected.

Aren't they?

When you meet them, it’s as though something clicks. Something inside that tells you some unimaginable being has brought you together. A hidden string tying you to the other, drawing you slowly across the universe just to meet each other.

And once you’re connected…

Do you ever really let go of them?

Groaning, Taeyhung turns over in his bed for the thousandth time.

Why is this so hard?

Letting out an exasperated sigh, he lies on his back, sheets and comforter scattered, as he stares up at the ceiling. Glaring up at it with his eyebrows furrowed tightly together, he purses his lip into a pout, his jaw set defiantly.

“This is your fault.” He mutters underneath his breath, before running his hand absentmindedly through the tangled locks of his hair. “I don’t know how...but all of this is your fault.”

When the ceiling doesn’t answer him, he gives it a look before rolling out of bed, not really caring if he brings the covers along with him. As they fall from the tangles around his body, and rest safely on the floor, he catches the reflection of his eyes in the full-length mirror he keeps expertly held on the sliding door which hides his clothes closet. Biting his lip, he hesitates a bit before heading over to the mirror and taking his reflection in.

He’s grown a bit taller...perhaps half an inch. Don’t worry Namjoon hyung, one day I’ll be as tall as you. Though he smirks a bit at the thought, it quickly vanishes as his gaze travels to more points in his reflection. His dark glazed eyes, his mess of curls resting on his head, his slightly pale lips. Almost despondent, he pulls aside the already halfway buttoned down shirt and presses his fingers against his stomach. He smiles back to when all that was there was a soft belly. When he didn’t care as much.

When did he start caring?

Was it when he saw everything that ARMYs felt about him? When he realized just how double sided they could be? Was it when he realized that they really did care what he showed them? That if he showed them who he really was…

They would just walk away?

He knows he probably shouldn’t have read those comments, that he shouldn't have seen what some people have said...but did they forget that he could see everything they said?

Did they forget how much he gave...how much he sacrificed for them?

And when he shows them all of him…

The good and the bad…

"Kim Taehyung seems a bit rude…

He doesn’t care at all about BTS.

You think he needs them? If he were given a chance he would just leave.

Kim Taehyung is too moody. He’s happy one moment but sad the next.

Don’t you think fame has changed him? He seems so cocky.

What’s wrong with Kim Taehyung lately? Doesn’t he seem depressed?

Honestly, if I had to put my money on it, he’d be the first one to leave.

He’s so untalented.

BTS is filled with a group of 6 very talented, beautiful, and handsome young men. And then there’s the roach called Kim Taehyung.

Why doesn’t Kim Taehyung just leave? If you’re really bored with everything by now, why don’t you just leave?

Do us a favor and stop pretending.

Just leave."

Taehyung winces at the overwhelming amount of bad memories slamming into his inner consciousness. He tries to forget them, but every time he looks in the mirror, he can see them reflected back at him. As though they were burned deep into his skin. As though the sign of hard muscle beneath his fingertips is a scar he can’t escape.

The only thing he can remember, the only thing he can think about when he sees himself, is what they have molded him into.

The beautiful, the perfect sculpture which they call V.

Defiantly, flames burning in his eyes, he meets his gaze in the mirror. Anger and hurt mixing together into one painful chaos inside his chest, his gaze darkens before he swings back his fist and rams it deep into the mirror. As the glass shatters and sharp, iridescent pieces dig maliciously into his skin, he breathes heavily and glares up at his broken reflection. Into the dull dim hue of his hazelnut haze.

Eyes which have changed from bright beautiful saucers that could only see the sky...

To a gap of emptiness which cannot be filled.

Reflecting the cold abyss he feels in his own heart.

As thick blood begins to numbingly ooze from the cuts in his skin, he hardly flinches. The iron taste playing sinisterly on his lips, he can’t help but relish in the pain. Is this what he deserves? Is this what they want now that he’s not who he was before? Now that he’s grown, changed even the slightest bit? He almost wants to push his fist deeper into the glass, deepen the pain, all to distract him from the roar in his ears.

The constant screaming inside his mind.

He did everything they wanted him to do. He smiled for them, hid the inner part of him screaming, brushed away any hateful comments, any people who hurt him, and laughed through all the pain. He became a bigger person and grew.

He did it all for them.

He did it all for the sake of BTS.

Because he loved ARMY. Because he loved his hyungs.

Because this was his dream.

He became the man they all wanted.

He became V.

So why?

Why is it the moment he starts to let go of the mask, the moment he starts to become himself in front of their eyes...

Why do they turn against him as though he had never existed in the first place?

As though they didn’t beg him to hide.

As though all his efforts…

Meant nothing after all.

The worst part of it all…

Was that he let go for them.

Because he wasn’t willing to say goodbye.

The soft ring of his alarm breaks him out of his thoughts and his hand falls to his side as he turns to the sound. Sighing, he runs his hand through his tangled mess of hair picking up a tissue on the way to his dresser, and wiping off the thin trails of blood the cuts brought forth. In the back of his mind, he scoffs at the fact that that’s the third mirror he’s broken this week. Perhaps he needs a break. Looking up at the ceiling, he takes a deep breath.

A break from myself.

Picking up the phone he quickly dismisses the alarm, and finds himself staring at the lock screen in dismay.

To this day, Taehyung still uses the Galaxy BTS phone made especially for them and ARMY. Jimin absolutely loved the thing, and Taehyung treasures it with a quiet wonder. When he finally moved everything from his old phone to this one, he used it daily, even if it wasn’t always in front of the cameras. Back then when they had to leave for a while, looking at it gave him strength to go on. To head back to them. To see ARMY again.

Looking at it now, he wonders if it’s actually real.

If the love ARMY gives them…

Isn’t all just a lie.

When the phone buzzes suddenly, Taehyung lets out a small yelp, fumbling as his phone flies halfway in the air. Luckily, he’s able to catch it before it falls. Letting out a small breath of relief, he checks the random message that has popped up on his lock screen, peering to see who it belongs to.

Eyes widening, he nearly drops his phone again.

Stumbling to catch it, he falls on top of his pile of sheets and blankets, but thankfully the phone falls in his outstretched hands securely.

It's you.

Why is it always you?

Shocked, he slowly unlocks the phone, opening your little message. As it pulls up on his screen, he softly smiles.

Good morning, Mr. Pan.

It's such a simple message. Such short, sweet words said out of consideration and kindness. You sent it as a second thought, somehow knowing that he might need a smile after the amount of trouble he must have gotten in yesterday. He doesn't know this. All he knows is that a mere mention from you has made everything all right again.

It clears his mind, allows him to focus, saves him from the darkness continuing to choke him in its hold.

He picks up his phone and presses a button, before holding it up to his ear. It rings into the dead silence for a couple of seconds, making Taehyung a bit nervous. For a moment, he doesn't know if you're going to pick up, but once he hears the familiar click and the steady sound of your breathing, he can feel a rush of relief spreading through his body and leaving nothing but happiness.

"Hello?" You nearly whisper, a bit in shock. He can hear it over the phone and, sitting up, he doesn't notice as the gorgeous smile grows.

It’s funny how he didn’t realize until he heard your voice, that his head and his mind was filled with thoughts of you.

On the other line, you smile softly, finding the same truth.

Was it only yesterday that your dream came true?

He finally did it. He spoke to you.

Things should be over right?

But you find yourselves wanting…

More.

"Good morning." He teases in response to your recent message and you have to refrain yourself from groaning in embarrassment. "Did you sleep well?"

Hearing his innocent voice and the deep lure to it so early in the morning makes you wonder if you're dreaming. Smiling on the other line, you cup your hands around your phone, pulling it close to your cheek and smile, unable to stop the happy pink hue from creeping onto your rosy cheeks.

"Yes." You reply, a bit of excitement creeping into your voice from the giddy fact that you’re talking to him. "I slept like a baby...what about you?"

You decide to keep from him the fact that you hardly slept last night. Your constant nightmares and terrors of panic scared you. They made you afraid, thinking that if you closed your eyes, you would once more be lost in a deep sleep. Trapped in the hidden corners of your mind.

He smiles on the other line a bit sadly, deciding to keep the fact that he didn't sleep half the night to himself, lost in the whirlpool of hateful comments and slurs towards him. Towards BTS. He decides to hide the truth that the only thing that was able to let him sleep that night was the sight of your phone number held tightly within his hands.

"Yeah...yeah I slept alright." He says, unable to mask the catch in his voice. Your eyes widening in concern, you open your mouth to ask if he's alright, but he quickly clears his throat and changes the topic.

“How’s your ankle?” Even though you know he asked the question to change the subject, you can't help but wince.

Your ankle hasn’t shown much improvement.

The swelling has gone down and you're able to stand on it, but every time you try to walk, numb pain still courses up your veins. It's still pretty bruised, but what is there that you can do? You've already slipped on an ice pack, wrapping it carefully around your ankle to prepare you for the day, but you know it's going to be quite the uncomfortable ride.

You hesitate, pondering whether or not to tell him this, but he continues on the other line.

“Yen?” The way he whispers your name makes you melt inside. So concerned and full of worry, you wonder if you truly deserve this small blessing. The blessing to know someone like him. “Are you okay? Does it still hurt?”

The blessing to be able to speak to him.

Smiling, you shake your head before responding, slightly struck speechless.

“Yes, I’m fine...your ice pack yesterday really helped so I’m all ready to head to work today. Don't worry, I’m fully prepared with an ice pack of my own in case the bruise starts to bother me…” You start rambling, trying to reassure him that everything will be fine, while on the other line, his eyes go wide with protective anger.

You’re doing it again.

Forcing yourself to continue, when you should be looking to take care of yourself.

Not the other way around.

“No.” He says interrupting your slight tangent, and you flinch, pausing and your grip clenching tightly around the phone. You knew this would happen. You knew that he would be upset. That’s why you shouldn’t have said anything. Somehow, this frustrates you. You know it shouldn’t, after all he’s just looking after you, but you can take care of yourself. You aren’t some damsel in distress that needs saving.

Trying hard to forget what you’d rather not remember, you sigh, massaging your temple.

“Taehyung, I’m fine. I really am--”

“I don't believe you. And even if you were telling the truth, you should at least rest it for a day at least! Do you want to worsen it because you decided to push yourself?” Shocked at his sincere and concerned tone, you really don't know what to say. You know he’s right, but you can’t help but feel that if you listen to him, if you rest easy for just today, you’ll be letting someone down.

Namjoon is waiting for you.

He doesn’t know that your ankle is bruised, nor that you could sprain or quite possibly break it if you try to come into work today. But you’ve already been late once before. Today was supposed to be your first official day on the job. He was counting on you to be there.

Hoping that he’d be able to rely on you.

You can’t help but feel that if you decide to stay...that you'd be letting him down.

You don’t want to let him down.

You can’t let him down.

Glancing down at your ankle, you grimace a bit as you bitterly smile.

This is just a minor bump in the road isn’t it? All you're doing is offering a small sacrifice so that you can be there for him. So that you can carry out your job, your obligation as his manager. He should know that you will always be there to help. Isn’t that what a manager should do? You have a duty, an obligation...a simple bruise shouldn’t get in the way of that. After all the ways you let him down yesterday, and the kind way he treated you in spite of that...isn’t that the least you can do? You can afford to give something in return...after all he’s given you already.

Yes...this is nothing…

Taehyung wouldn’t understand…

Right?

Taking a deep breath, you respond to him.

“Taehyung, I really appreciate your concern but…”

“If you say you’re fine I am going to come to your apartment and force you back into your bed.” He replies so steadily and sternly that it’s hard for you to conceal your burst of laughter. He hears, however and grows a tiny bit offended, not willing to admit that the sound of your laughter brought a little bit more light into his clouded mind.

“You think I’m joking?!” He shouts on the other line, and you can’t keep it back anymore, your laughter spilling over and melodiously carrying itself through the line and into Taehyung’s small, scattered room. He smiles at the fact that he was able to make you laugh, although it wasn’t his intention. That just like that...you were able to make everything seem alright again. It’s almost as though a mere smile from you, a simple laugh escaping from your lips…

Makes the world a little bit brighter to him.

“I-I’m sorry…!” You manage to gasp out between your small fits of giggles. “It’s just the thought of you walking over here all angry and trying to force me back in bed…” You break off at the end, your sweet melodic laugh ringing high in the air once more, and he can’t help but crack a smile, eventually laughing along with you. After a moment, once the laughter subsides, each of you glance toward the phone as though that would help you see the other's face, or at least imagine it as though you were standing right next to each other.

Taehyung smiles a bit before glancing away and closing his eyes in serenity.

“Yen?” he murmurs softly, his eyes opening a fraction of an inch as he stares into the distance, almost imagining your smiling face right in front of him. At the sound of him saying your name once more, your eyes flash towards the phone, a bit surprised. It takes you a moment, but you eventually answer, a small smile growing on your lips.

“Yes?” you respond, your hands once more finding themselves cupping around the phone almost as if you held onto it a little bit tighter he would magically stay with you just a little bit longer. Offer you this comfort for just a bit more.

Is that too much to ask?

You know it is and yet you can’t help yourself from wishing for it.

Wishing that you had...more.

“I want you to know that I’m saying this with the best interests for you in mind.” He answers, and your brow crinkles a bit, wondering what he’s going to do this time. Taking a deep breath, he ponders whether or not to say the words, but he decides to do it anyway. Your safety is the most important after all.

“Don’t come to work today. Please stay home, and take care of yourself. I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

Startled, you open your mouth to answer, to refuse the kind request, to let him know that you’re going to head to work anyway, but he’s already hung up the phone, leaving you dumbfounded. Your heart pacing a million miles per hour, his last few words lingering in your mind.

I don’t want to see you get hurt.

“Who gave you the right?” you murmur softly, your hands rising furiously to hide the growing hot blush against your cheeks against your will. The hot tears that begin to push against your eyes, threatening to escape out of the cage you have held them in for so long.

“Who told you to care so much about me?”

Taehyung, after hanging up the phone, has completely forgotten about everything else but you. He smiles a bit sheepishly at the cheesy things he’s said and stares at the empty screen where your profile pic rests, safe in his contacts. He can’t help but wonder how you do it.

How with a few simple words…

You make everything okay again.

Turning to his closet, he starts to pull out a couple of clothes to wear that day, as he dials a number on his phone. Once it starts to ring, he places it on his dresser, putting it on speaker phone so he can hear the clear annoyed voice that answers, no doubt being distracted from an important source of work.

“What is it, Taehyung?” he snaps, tired and worn-out, and Tae smiles at the familiar greeting, as he pulls off his shirt, avoiding the cracked mirror beside him.

“Nice to talk to you too, Namjoonie. How's the album coming?” He responds playfully, and Namjoon on the other line can't help but smile. He adores that nickname, and it definitely puts him in a better mood. Just like Taehyung knew it would. Turning back to the screen of the computer, Namjoon can't help but sigh. There’s a whole lot of work to be made with the album...and such little time to do it in.

“Well...it’d go a lot faster without interruptions like this. What is it Taehyung-ah? This better not be a prank call or something for a Vlive…” Namjoon begins, his tone warning and Tae can’t help but laugh. He shakes his head, pulling down his pajama pants, and deciding to replace them with plain blue jeans. They don’t really have dance practice planned today, just a bunch of meetings and preparations for the album...maybe even a photo shoot.

“You know I try to stay away from Vlive’s nowadays.” Tae replies, trying to keep the bitterness out of his voice, but failing miserably. At the comment, Namjoon can’t help but feel a stab of pity and regret. He knows that it’s a sensitive topic for Tae now...especially with what happened the last time Taehyung held a Vlive….he shouldn’t have mentioned it so soon.

“No it's not...Namjoon it’s about Yen.” Tae explains, and at the mention of your name, Namjoon sits straight in his chair, work forgotten, and mind focusing on you.

“What? Is she okay? Did something happen? Is she--” Voice heavily decorated with worry, Tae has to bite back the laugh that threatens to be released. Is this how he sounded to you? No wonder you started laughing at him. Smiling softly at how open and kind Namjoons heart is, Tae shakes his head once more, pulling on a grey hoodie.

“Actually I wanted to talk to you about that.” Tae replies, as he pulls on his socks, and rummages for his jean jacket. Namjoon waits a bit impatiently on the other line, trying his best to be polite and wait for Taehyung to finish. Once he finds it, Tae lets out a small cry of victory before looping his arms through it and finishing his look. Picking up the phone as he grabs a plain white mask and heads for the door, Taehyung smiles slightly at his victory.

Try to refuse staying home after this, my Wendy.

Just as RM opens his mouth to demand a straight answer from him, Taehyung replies, leaving behind the mess he had made just moments before untouched and forgotten.

“Namjoon...could you do a favor for me?”

𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢: this chapter was kind of sad...

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[bunny-bts]

She's Everything

Pairing: Yoogni x Reader

Summary: You moved and started anew in Korea, where you were so lucky to meet your favorite KPop idols. You've been happier the past two years than ever and all because you chose to leave romantic love in your past but you're unaware of your friends' feelings.

Warnings: maybe cursing?

Author: Based on She's Everything by Brad Paisley because this picture does things to me. Noone can tell me they don't listen to country. Part 2?

Words: a lot, I was copy pasting it to a word counter and got tired. For the record, wrote this after work so....

"Night guys," Yoogni pats all of the guys on thier shoulders. It had been a long day and he just wanted to go home and pick some strings, relieve stress. He sighs and leaves, twirling his car keys on his finger as he walks out of the studio. The sun had set hours ago and the stars lit up the sky now, he stops to look up at it for a second before walking to his car and slipping in and noticing that he had gotten a message saying he needed to do a live video. He slid his phone up on his dash and leaned his head back on his chair and groans before sighing and driving home, well the hotel room. Quiet, it was quiet, he wished he was back in Korea with you as he tosses his phone on the couch and keys on the kitchen bar table and flicks the lights on. He kicks his shoes off by the door. He made his way over to the couch and sets the laptop up for a video. Reminding himself to put on a smile as he leans over and grabs his guitar. Immediately the video has comments flooding up, he waves and gestures his guitar and explains he had a long day and wants to play. Just like that, song suggestions fly in, he can't even keep up to read them all but he catches the one that he was hoping to see. Yours. "Play something country," he shakes his head and smiles. He can't out right say Y/N and acknowledge you but he finds the chord and starts playing and you know he saw your comment. He plays and his mind wanders, he just focuses on the music and memories of the past few years flood his mind

She's a yellow pair of running shoes

He doesn't realize he is about to laugh as he starts singing because of the memory. It was maybe six months ago when you and Jungkook, being the idiots you both were and the same age, decided that you wanted to race to see who would buy the other cake at lunch. You won, despite your legs not being as long they carried you just as fast. You wanted to do it barefoot but Jin and Namjoon wouldn't allow it, you insisted the shoes slowed you down. Truth was you just hated wearing shoes. You did start taking off barefoot but they said no because it was on pavement, much to your annoyance. Your shoes were yellow because they were a dirty pair of what used to be white knock off converses and they just got dingy with age. Come to think of it, you may have actually been faster without them, you had some powerful feet.

A holey pair of jeans

All of your damn pants had holes in them. All of them that fit you at least, you either bought them ripped or there was one pair you sandpapered a rip into and wore so much that the fashionable little rip turned to a giant gaping hole in the knees because the strings popped and faded away. God, your jeans aggravated him.

She looks great in cheap sunglasses

You were frugal. He remembers a trip to a mall one time with you and Jungkook, and Joon. Joon wanted to visit the sunglasses shop because he had broken yet another pair. As Namjoon tried some on and he leaned on the door waiting for you all because he just wanted to sleep that day. "Y/N, try these," Joon hands you a pair and he remembers watching. "Ray-Bans, ey~ she got them Ray Bans-," you tried them on, "I can dig it," you make your rapper face in the mirror until you see the price. "What the fuck? Oh hell no, you just gonna break them anyway. Come-on." Then you dragged the boys out by their hands and told Namjoon to drive to a gas station. You walked out wearing a pair of shades, your hair blowing in the breeze and sun shining down on you. Ofcourse he was looking at your cut off daisy dukes but his eyes in that moment trained in on the sight of your face and he was glad you and the guys weren't paying attention. You looked so damn good in them, and you looked like for a split second you felt like you looked good too. You walked over to them, "three dollars, you're welcome," you smirk giving them to RM who immediately broke them trying to put them on his face. "Okay, six dollars, I'll be back"

She looks great in anything

Despite what you thought, you did. His favorite thing for you to wear would be lingerie but he's never seen that, imagined it yes, but that's different. His favorite thing he has seen you wear is a good pair of jeans. Jeans when they don't have holes. They hug you nicely, paired with a navy blue v neck blouse you have and he is done for. It's all he can do to not say something to you. You did maybe three times a year max do this, but, wear lip gloss, that made his knees absolutely weak. He has known you for two years now and you've done that three times, once to church, once to go clubbing with them at a beach, and once just because but it had to be a somewhat special occasion for it to happen.

She's: "I want a piece of chocolate"

This was a recent memory, last month. Your cycle came while you happened to be staying over with them. He, Jimin and Hobi went to get you some things, upon Namjoon's request. He knew what to grab because he is a grown ass man but you texted him that you wanted specially that you wanted just a little bit of chocolate. You were adamant as always that there was a such thing as too much chocolate. He was going to just grab a candy bar but Hobi was for some reason hell bent that you needed strawberries. You did like strawberries but still? Jimin said that chocolate to dip them in would be perfect. You were pleased.

"Take me to a movie"

You would be perfectly happy if you went to work and on your days off went to see a movie, then came home and had dinner and just talked the night away on the porch or sat there silently. You knew what movies you wanted to see and the trailers gave you something to look forward to.

She's: "I can't find a thing to wear"

This. You will complain about not having anything to wear while trying on a million outfits. He and Jin don't hesitate to groan and complain, but really, he wished the door was open and he could see the little fashion show

Now and then she's moody

Moody wasn't really it, what he narrowed it down to be was that you were like him. You were nice, sweet, most times but now and again life becomes too much and you bottle things up so it explodes like when you shake a bottle of soda and open it

She's a Saturn with a sunroof

That was true, you weren't fancy. He smiles to himself, thinking about you trying to drive a family vehicle like that and he laughs as he sings. He imagines you screaming at Jin and Jungkook in the back and threatening them that they can't have fries if they don't be quiet and pictures himself sitting front passengers seat next to you and just watching you. This hasn't happened, but he can imagine it.

With her brown her a blowing

He loves watching your long brown hair blow in the breeze. If it's a gentle breeze it looks like in the movies and music videos; like princess Pocahontas. However, when it's strong wind it's one of the funniest things in the world to him. It's slapping your face, going in your mouth, getting hella tangled which would hurt later but it pissing you off was funny. He would always be there to help you brush it and wipe your tears later

She's a soft place to land and a good feeling knowing

He may not realize it but all the girls watching are cooing at the warm face he has as his eyes close. He wished you were here and he could lay his head on your lap now, feel you stroking his hair and drift to sleep there but it was a good feeling knowing you were watching this live he had long forgotten about

She's a warm conversation

That I wouldn't miss for nothing

She's a fighter when she's mad, and a lover when she's loving

When you got mad, it ranged from cute to damn with hot somewhere in the middle, damn being scary. Youre so small but just damn. As far as loving, you wouldn't let yourself do that romantically but he sees how you are with him and the guys.

And she's everything I ever wanted

And everything I need

I talk about her

I go on and on, and on

'Cause she's everything to me

She's a Saturday out on the town and a church girl on Sunday

Cross around her neck

Seven, no, eight months ago. Back in the summer, blinding light came into the room waking him up. He shielded his eyes and sits up. "Wake up Suga," he heard your voice, filled with something, a emotion he couldn't place. "Wha-," he was hungover, "what? W-Why are you awake? We slept for," he looked at the clock, "two hours? When did we get back?" You shrug. It was then he realized you were wearing a pale-ish clam pink silk dress with spaghetti straps on your shoulders, no bra, paired with wedge high heel sandals. He let his eyes scan you apply your lipgloss, the one that's the same kind JK uses, the uh, Rosy lips Vaseline. You leaned over the vanity mirror of the hotel room to see what you were doing and he remembers taking in the sight. Contrary to the jeans you wore the night before with the black t-shirt. "What's going on?" "I need to start going back to church"

"mmk, have fun," he laid back down, just feeling hungover as fuck. How are you not? He looks over his shoulder at you downing two Excedrins dry before coming over and sitting on the side of the bed. You put a hand on his bare shoulder, "Please," he couldn't look at you, in this, look in those eyes and say no. "Mmk"

And a curse word cause it's Monday

Fuck was your favorite word, there was no doubt. You love how versatile it was. It could be a verb, an adjective, a noun, you even somehow managed to make it a proper noun. He heard you say it shamelessly every way possible, except one

She's a bubble bath and candles

Candles gave you migraines, the scents were overwhelming, but you kept unscented ones on hand. If you've had a day anything like his today you'd light some for aesthetic purposes and sink yourself into a nice hot bath and most likely forget your bubbles in another room only to call him or one of the guys to get it for you and giggle happily upon being able to use it. After ofcourse smelling it and humming contently

Baby come and kiss me

You had only said this to them all in a playful platonic way, to kiss thier head or cheek. There was one time when you were all drinking around a fire at the lake house when you did say it and kiss Jin on the lips. It was a peck, you were all drunk, but he can't help the frown appearing on his face

She's a one glass of wine and she's feeling kinda tipsy

"No! Stob it Y/N!" The smile returns remembering this night. You decided to have a glass of wine and unwind. Your logic was that the bottle itself was made of glass to justify your actions

She's the giver I wish I could be

Stealer of the covers

Every time you sleep over, the guys agree on one thing. No matter who you sleep with, you are a blanket hog. You don't do it on purpose. It's just that you start sleeping in fetal position and without realizing it go into a deep sleep and somehow maneuver into some sort of rogue pelican formation. Not to mention you're always cold

His wallet falls out of his pocket onto the floor as he's getting into it, he comes back to reality and stops playing for a second as he reaches down for it and stops. He stops and smiles at the flap that's open with a picture in it. A selfie you took of you and him randomly one day because you caught him smiling and wanted evidence. You wanted proof and since you never had a open mouthed smile like in this one he wanted it to so he had it made into a photo card. He remembers and gets back to singing, noticing the comments demanding it.

She's a picture in my wallet

Of my unborn children's mother

He doesn't even realize that he stops this time for quite a long moment at the memory that comes with this line. Or that he is crying much less.

It was one day when you saw a pregnant girl and everyone was swooning over her and her son who was with her. Her son wanted to play with the guys to which they all happily went along. You walked away and he followed noticing something was up.

"Y/N...."

"Oh hey," you smiled up at him, weakest one possible.

"Something wrong?" He sat at the picnic table across from you.

"It's silly..."

"Tell me anyway?"

"I've known I've wanted to be a mom since I was 16. One day I was riding home on the bus and I just decided, someday that's what I wanted. I never wanted a huge family, I just wanted one or two. Not then, obviously, I just knew someday. I moved here after a long term relationship ended, y'know that....I wanted one with him, I cried, I can't even remember how many times I cried and practically begged, but there was always some reason we couldn't he'd come up with.....so," you shrugged, "it's silly, it doesn't matter anyway. Never going to happen.....girls like me don't get that," You got up and left him there and walked back to the car

He now realizes his face is wet and reaches up to wipe the tears that went down his face

She's the hand that I'm holding

When I'm on my knees and praying

The memory of the morning of the hangover returns again. He could tell you were nervous, eyes were on you. He knew it because you were so beautiful but you probably didn't. When the church cleared and it was just the two of you you dropped to your knees but stood back up just as quickly.

"Hey, Y/N, you can pray if you want..."

You shook your head, "I've messed up a lot, I'm scared...."

Nothing scared you. He took your hand and got on his knees too. "I'll do it too"

The two of you prayed in silence, holding hands. He finished before you did and just stared at your interlocked hands, rubbing his thumb over your ring finger

She's the answer to my prayer

She's the song that I'm playing

And she's everything I ever wanted

And everything I need

I talk about her

I go on and on, and on

'Cause she's everything to me

She's that voice I 'd love to hear

Someday when I'm ninety

Every day that passes

I only love her more

Yeah, she's the one

That I'd lay down my own life for

And she's everything I ever wanted

And everything I need

She's everything to me

Yeah, she's everything to me

Everything I ever wanted

And everything I need

She's everything to me

Sitting the guitar down he smiles at the camera, says goodnight and blows a kiss. With a little heart fingers he says goodnight and signs off and gets ready for bed

[elisparklequeen]

All of the "Relationships" and "Feelings and Others" asks you're OK with answering, please?

111- The last person you hugged? My mother

112- Who was your first kiss with? 

113- Do you like kissing in public? If it’s you then I don’t care where we are, I’m kissing you

114- Have you ever kissed someone older than you? yes

115- You have a preference for boys or girls? everyone

116- Is the male or female body closest to perfection? e v e r y o n e 

117- Do you believe in love at first sight? not until I saw you

118- Do you believe in soul mates? ^

119- What is your idea of the perfect date? Hanging out in the kid’s zone in a library, trying to read but giving up and just looking at you. Or sitting at a cafe, drinking tea and just talking until carrot cake.

120- Based on past relationships or crushes, describe your perfect boyfriend/girlfriend:

121- What is the first thing you noticed in someone? Probably their humor 

122- Are looks important in a relationship? Nah

123- What’s the most superficial characteristic you look for? Idk what that means

124- What’s your opinion on age differences in relationships? Depends on how big the difference is. If you’re 40 and dating someone who’s like 15 then... nah bro why

125- Would you ever date someone off of the Internet? I am

126- Five guys/girls whom you find attractive: 

127- Do you have a crush on anyone? It’s more than a crush now

128- A description of the girl/boy you like: They’re my sunset. 

129- Say 1 fact about the person your like: They’re very ticklish despite having claimed otherwise~

130- If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say? “Okay, I hope it works for you guys”

131- When was the last time you told someone you loved them? *checks phone* An hour ago?

132- Do you think someone has feelings for you? I know for a fact, yes

133- Do you think someone is thinking about you right now? You

134- Have you ever cried over a guy/girl? Yes

135- Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have? Leon Kuwata- 

136- Anyone you’re giving up on? ???

137- Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to? Yes

138- Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated? No.

139- Have you ever liked one of your best friends? Yup

140- Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you? Yep

141- Is there a boy/girl someone who you would do absolutely everything for? you

142- Is there someone you will never forget? Yep

143- Say five ways to win your heart: Be you, be you, be you, be you, be you

144- What turns you on? you ;33

145- What turns you off? not much

146- What is the sexiest thing someone could ever do for/to you? 

147- What’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for you? Bought me pringles ;u; 

148- What’s something sweet you’d like someone to do for you? Anything you want

149- Have you ever written a song or poem for someone? Have you had one written for you? I have and idk?

150- What’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever done for someone? I don’t know-

151- Are you in love? yes

152- Are you in a relationship? yes

153- If you have a boyfriend/girlfriend/, what is your favorite thing about him/her? everything

154- Are relationships ever worth it? yes

155- Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are? Idk, I think he’s jealous but not mad- 

156- Can you commit to one person? ???

157- Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat? Yes

158- Do you ever want to get married? Yes

159- Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years? I’ll be 21 but hopefully-

160- Future names of your children: No idea

161- Do you get jealous easily? Yep

162- The last time you felt jealous, and why? Don’t know-

163- What is your definition of cheating?

164- Have you ever been cheated on? Not to my knowledge

165- Do you forgive betrayal? Not really

166- Have you ever cheated on someone? No

167- Why did your last relationship fail?

168- Things you want to say to an ex:

169- A description of the person you dislike the most:

170- If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept?

171- How many boyfriends/girlfriends have you had?

172- How long was your longest relationship? A year

173- You’ll love me if… ???

174- Share a relationship story: I’d write the entire Ireland trip but that’d take too long-

220- Are you a procrastinator or do you get things done early? PROCRASTINATOR 

221- Post a photo/draw a picture/write a poem (pick one) of a moment of personal significance:

222- Say 5 things you love unconditionally: Your smile, your laugh, your voice, your jokes, you

223- What motivates you in life? you

224- Something that you’re proud of: I can do clover tongue 

225- Five words/phrases that make you laugh: most things tbh

226- Share the story of something that makes you smile: See 174

227- Something you always think “what if…” about: what if black holes are portals to alternate universes

228- What was something you used to enjoy, but was ruined for you? What’s the story behind that? math. 

229- Describe one of the most awkward experiences of your life:

230- Something/someone that you miss:

231- Are you over your past?

232- What is your saddest memory?

233- One of the hardest moments in your life:

234- Is there something that happened in your past that you hate talking about?

235- What’s something you want to do that you’d be embarrassed to tell other people about?

236- What was your most embarrassing moment?

237- Share one of your fears/insecurities: bugs, falling- 

238- Something you’re currently worrying about: my brother

239- Have you done something you regret very much?

240- If you could take something back that you said or did, what would it be?

241- Does anyone hate you?

242- Do you hate anyone?

243- Are you good at hiding your feelings? haha no

244- What’s something you hide about your personality? My manipulative side- 

245- How do you approach social situations? I don’t really

246- Are you a social or an antisocial person? ^

247- Are you an introvert or an extrovert? ^ 

248- Do you care if people talk badly about you? Kinda?

249- How do you deal with criticism? I like to think I’m pretty good at dealing with it

250- How you hope your future will be like? together with you

251- What’s something that scares you about the future?

252- Five intems you lust after:

253- One thing you’re excited for: the next time we meet

254- Describe the most terrifying/strangest/beautiful dream you’ve ever had:

255- Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character? Mondo Owada, Leon Kuwata, Ibuki Mioda, Hiroko Hagakure 

256- Who is your celebrity crush? Idk anymore

257- Make a confession: hiro’s pretty cute I guess 

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Vampire Academy Part 1

Genre : fluff / drama / smutt?  (Maybe ) Vampire school au ——————————————- Mark x reader, Jackson x reader, Yoongi x reader ———————————————- Plot : At St Vladimir’s Accadamey, you learn how to navigate life as a dhapire, a half-human vampire hybrid and a guardian protector of best friend mark tuan prince of the moroi and last hire to the throne of vampires. You train with mentors to guarantee you're  place as Mark’s guardian. Although you may have to sacrifice everything to protect Mark from enemies both within St. Vladamir’s walls and outside them. ———————-

I walked down the path from my dorm to the centre of the school court garden “good morning Vampire Academy.” I said stretching my arms. At that moment mark appeared beside me “Please don’t say Vampire Academy, You know how I feel about the “V” word.“ Mark said looking uncomfortable “Sorry. It’s not like the drinking of blood is your main source of sustenance. No, wait, that’s exactly what it is” I said smirking at him as he rolled his eyes at me “it’s not even morning it’s 11:00pm” Mark said looking up at the darken sky. I sighed “I know that but we all wake up at this time for school so why not” I said shrugging  looking over at Mark he was now looking at the group that picks on him.

The group is made up of 5 people all are Moroi the “popular kid” as you say, the leader is Michael he thinks he’s god he’s annoying and aragonite his second in command is Benjamin another asshole sleeps with any girl he can, the third is Harper she’s queen b she thinks everyone is jealous of her beauty which isn’t that impressive to be honest, her right hand man or girl is Aubrey a stuck up little shit who has everything because her daddy can get it, as you can tell her and I don’t get along, the last is Liam a wannabe only with them because he wants to get noticed quite stupid.

The group was laughing in our direction I rolled my eyes and grabbed Mark’s hand walking away before things got out of control and believe me it always does “ God, I hate high school.” Mark said with a shaky voice.

Walking in to class I let go of Marks hand and took my seat, Mark took his seat behind me I turned around to face him, he looked upset “what’s up Mark you seem down?” I asked concerned for him, he sighed “just the normal humiliating things those barstard do for no reason” he sighed leaning his head in his hand staring at me “you know you can just use your elements to fuck them up right?” I said raising one of my eyebrows, I don’t get why he let’s them get away with everything he a fucking prince soon to be King don’t they have any respect, Mark sighing snapped me back he looked pissed “I can’t do that and you know it, I’m a prince I have to act like one” he said straightening his back “acted like prince when they start to treat you like one” I said back turning to the front of the class ignoring him. He might be taking the high road in this but he deserves better then what’s in this school.

After third period it was break “finally I’m so hungry I could eat a horse” I said grabbing my bag and taking my leave. Bumping in to Mark on the way he was with Jackson “hey Y/N what’s up?” Jackson asked giving me his full attention, I smiled “well the sky is up” I said making him and Mark both chuckle “really? You’re still saying that?” Jackson asked shaking his head at me. We started walking to the hall together, Jackson was next to me while Mark was behind us.

Sitting down on our normal table just laughing and joking the rest of the guys joined, since Mark took the seat to my right and Jackson in front of me Jungkook who got to the table first sat on my left “hey Y/N you ok?” He asked I smiled at him “I’m fine thank you kookie, how about you?” I asked he smiled back “better now I’m with you” he laughed I giggled along with him “wow cheeses” I said shaking my head. I looked at the guys and realised two where missing “where’s Namjoon and Jinyoung?” I asked “where do you think they’re both in the library as always” Yoongi said rolling his eyes “honestly they should stop and take a break” Jin said sighing. We ended up chatting and having a right old laugh.

Fourth period where Dhampir learn to fight I’m excited for today’s lesson our mentor told us we’re working in groups today.

As I walk into the gym I start to stretch my legs as Jungkook and Jimin walk up to me “hey Y/N heard your mother found out about a group of Strigoi just outside the school Scarry huh?” Jimin said while Jungkook nodded “yeah what if they finally get in?” Jungkook said trying to scare me but by the look of it he scared himself. I rolled my eyes “you both know that won’t ever happen my mother will do everything in her power to stop them. That’s for damn sure hopefully” I said the last part low hopping the guys didn’t hear me but they did “hopefully?” Jimin said in panic “what’s that supposed to mean Y/N? Do you know something?” Jungkook asked also a bit panicked “guys fucking chill” I looked where the voice came from turning around I saw Jackson and Yoongi walking up to us Jackson stood next to Jimin while Yoongi sat next to me on the floor. I looked at them “We over heard the teacher’s talking about it” Yoongi said shrugging “they have a plan for it so don’t worry” Jackson said putting a hand on both Jimin and Jungkook shoulder.

Standing up I got in a group with Jungkook, Jimin, Jackson and Yoongi we were practising some moves the mentor showed us and within seconds I got all four boys on the floor groaning in pain, I dusted my hands and laughed “Is that the best you guys can do?” I said not paying attention I felt something on my leg and in seconds I’m also on the floor on top of Jackson I was shocked to say the least staring at him he was laughing at me but all I could think about was how close our faces were to each others, blinking a few times I finally got off him awkwardly laughing with him lucky he didn’t see me staring and the blush I know that is now on my cheeks. Looking away I see Jimin smirking along with Jungkook but Yoongi looked pissed, maybe because he still hasn’t come to terms with being a Guardian? After practice I hit the showers and to my surprise I see Harper and Aubrey giggling great just fucking perfect, I walked past them to the shower putting my clothes next to me, I don’t care if they get wet, wet clothes are better then running to my dorm naked and yes this sadly and annoyingly has happened before part of the reason Aubrey and I hate each other she did it years ago to prove to Harper she’s trustworthy. I rolled my eyes at the distant memory. Walking back to my dorm prank free I opened my door and was met by Mark laying on my sofa “and why are you here my prince?” I asked sarcastically “well my dear Guardian, I wanted to see you” Mark said smirking at me i laughed “no but seriously what are you doing here?” I asked again his smirk turned into a frown “what I can’t see my best friend?” He looked upset “Mark” I warned he sighed “fine I was wondering if we could skip our last period and stay here” he was looking out the window almost like a dream like state “I just want to forget we’re here at school just for a little bit” he turned around a sweet smile on his face. Mark gets like this when he starts thinking about his family. The thing is I feel the emotions he’s feeling it’s our bond we have that’s why we’re such great friends we know when the other is down or at least has something on the mind. I smiled and sat on my bed without words he layed down next to me and put his head on my lap, I ran my fingers through his hair to soothe him humming softly “I’m so glad you can’t leave me. I don’t know what I’d do without you” he said nuzzling in my lap more, I chuckled after a few more minutes he was sound asleep, I kissed his forehead and layed back letting sleep take over and somehow my fingers tangled with Mark’s feeling a warmth I always get when I’m with him. Though I didn’t see the mysterious figure standing out side my window watching us.