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hotnmad · 1 year ago

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Your earlier fear that you had waltzed into a den of thugs with no protection seems super chauvinistic now. Coral is definitely ready to check a hoe.

This is so fucking funny, I laughed out loud. I loooove her internal dialogue. And calling the girl Coral was genius, like that's exactly the kind of crazy dumb shit I'd be telling myself when sort of drunk 💀 but I'm glad she didn't do anything too embarrasing

“The way your face lights up when someone makes you happy,” he says. “All I could think was…when’s it my turn...to be the one who makes you happy?”

No fucking way😭😭😭 my heart freaning clenched at this😭😭 also big "when is it my turn to be happy" vibes

“I’ve seen you leap into the mouth of a giant flying lizard–on impulse–in the heat of battle. But this is what terrifies you?”

This gave me big flashbacks to that one deleted scene from Suicide Squad where Harley is pleading with Joker and pointing at him with a gun and he laughs and she's like "my love scares you and a gun doesnt???" Yeah babes. That's what happens when u fall for a psycho killer (ily mando)

“I didn’t see anything! But your thoughts are…very loud.”

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“How do you—right," he nods. "No helmet in the fresher.”

EEEEEEKKKKKK I WANNAAAAA KNOWWWW I WANT THAT FLASHBACK. PLEASE. LET ME SEE WHAT HE THINKS ABOUT IN THE FRESHER IM BEGGING 😭😭😭 And also the fact she can sense his thoughts and feelings and what he pictures??!?!?!?! Pls😭😭😭😭

Holy shit i LOVE. your writing!!!! It's insane how good it is!!!! I'm soooo in awe, you truly TRULY have a gift!!! And im sooo excited for the next installment 😭 im so glad i found you out when you'd finally given us some crumbs😭😭 I LOVE YOUUUU I'm gonna go back and reread and reblog every chapter i havent already!!! I swear!!!!

Chapter 3 - Post #8: About damn time

Another installment in this ongoing serialized fanfic

Genre: Mandalorian x Fem! Reader

Total word count: 3.9K (eighth post in Volume 3)

Rating: Explicit - smut, language, *NSFW*

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VIII. “Listen, Mando,” Talsala scoffs, straightening up and drawing away from you. “I don’t know what you got going on with this girl…but is it really worth burning your bridges with Black Sun? You wanna be on Ingtar’s shit list all for some fucking pus—”

Crack!

The sound of Mando’s gauntlet hitting Talsala’s teeth when he backhands the Torgruta across the face is like a thunderclap.

With his hand gripped around Talsala’s throat, he pulls the man’s face within an inch of the Beskar helmet and growls through his clenched jaw, “Come near her again, and I’ll break every bone in your body.”

Valine steps up to intervene as her partner struggles to twist out of Mando’s rigid hold. Bril shuffles through the crowd to cut off her path, when she sizes up the Twi’lek with an exasperated groan.

“Enough dick swinging,” she says, reaching into her shoulder holster to pull out a blaster. She fires a series of bolts—not at Mando or Bril—but at the lighting rigs overhead. They explode in a shower of sparks and sporadic pops.

Within seconds, men and women begin surging past, screaming and pushing each other, trying to get away from the VIP section. Guards have their blasters out, and you can hear random shots being fired as people stampede for the exit.

You’re in danger of being trampled, which is a terrible way to go. Instincts kick in, and you leap with each step, letting the crush of people carry you onward to avoid getting dragged down to the floor.

“Sorry in advance for this.”

“Wha–”

Mando thrusts an arm between your legs, “H-h-hey!” and heaves you over his shoulders. He plants each stride against the streaming crowd making his way back to the bar while carrying you above the press of bodies. Atop his shoulders, you get a full view of the chaos unfolding, a rippling wave of panic as clubgoers are either caught up in the crush forward or climb the furniture to press themselves against the walls.

Advancing in the opposite direction, you can only guess where the Mandalorian is headed. With both hands around your waist, he heaves you onto the bartop before launching himself over. There’s an access door built into the floor that drops into a basement below.

“Come on,” he barks at a group of people huddled behind the bar. They look up at him in terror but soon realize he’s offering them an escape route.

Once they’ve cleared your path, he lowers you down, dangling from his powerful arms until you're a safe distance from the floor.

The basement is littered, floor to ceiling, with a maze of liquor boxes.

Fortunately, the other patrons were able to locate the exit door. It lay open, busted on its hinges. You peer out to see a long underground service tunnel punctuated by metal grates along one side that open onto a busy concourse. The sound of loud voices and footsteps echoe against the concrete with the perpetually flashing lights of Daiyu City.

While you crouch behind the door frame, Mando marches ahead in pronounced silence, pausing long enough to ask, “He hurt you?” before abruptly walking off as soon as you assure him that you’re fine.

Not exactly fine. The Spice liquor made everything fuzzy and difficult to keep up. Plus, his legs are so damn long.

“Mando—”

“Did I hear you say you're familiar with the word inconspicuous?”

The bounty hunter’s voice is barbed with a sharp edge, and he doesn’t bother to curb his relentless pace or turn back to look at you.

“What—?” You stammer in confusion. “Wait, Mando. Can you slow down, please?”

Inconspicuous? What had you done that was so terrible apart from enjoy yourself at a nightclub along with the hundreds of other people packed into that warehouse?

“You told me I should dance if I wanted…,” you protest, trying to tame your sweat soaked hair into a knot.

“Dance,” he snaps, still looking resolutely forward.

“What you actually said was, knock yourself out.”

“It wasn’t an invitation to go wild.”

“Wild?!” You choke on a huff of laughter. Mandalorians really are conservative. “Ok, first of all, there were naked people wearing paint dancing in cages suspended from the ceiling—so I didn’t cause some kind of scene. Secondly…I didn’t do it for the attention.”

You can hear the heavy exhalation from his nostrils while he silently shakes his head.

“The most beautiful creature in the galaxy asked me to dance with her. I’m not made of stone, Mando. Or Beskar, as the case may be.”

Hot damn, wasn’t there supposed to be an apology somewhere in there?

“I hope you know when they come looking for you again, she’ll sell whatever information you shared.” This time, he feels compelled to at least speak over his shoulder at you.

Erenada, is it that hard for him to refrain from treating you like a child. “For your information, she didn’t ask anything about me. So don’t worry. There wasn’t a lot of talking.”

Okay, that might have been backhanded. Except why should the Mandalorian care who you fool around with?

He snorts in disgust, shaking his head again.

“Huff and puff all you like, Mando; I’m impervious to your slut-shaming,” you jeer with barely concealed fury. The upswell of anger has you increasing your pace to catch up with him. “Why are we even having this conversation?”

“Because before, you were satisfied torturing me with your…morning stretches and too small towels. Now you're going to do something reckless just to spite me.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, Mando. I had terrible impulse control long before I met you.” Ugh, he really was such an arrogant jerk sometimes. “Besides, I’ve had my hand three inches from your dick, and I don’t know what your name is either.”

You immediately freeze on the spot. Both of your hands actually slap over your open mouth as though you could stuff the words back in. You’re finally realizing just how drunk you got by the force with which you immediately sober up.

Mando stops in his tracks to turn and face you.

“I’m so sorry!” You blanch. “That was inappropriate. I shouldn’t have said that. We don't have that kind of a relationship.”

He steps towards you with a menacing stride that causes you to take a few steps back until you feel the bite of the concrete wall press against your back.

Fuck he’s taller than you remember, looming over you, and you can only stare up into that impenetrable black view plate like some terrified quarry. The same face you’ve seen frozen in carbonite.

“And what exactly is the nature of our relationship?”

His voice is the same even keel as always, but there’s an…undertone?

You’re not sure if it’s a rhetorical question.

Your breathing becomes shallower, and you can feel your heartbeat quicken. He’s so close you can see your reflection in his helmet despite standing in deep shadow cast by the dim tunnel lights.

“You told Gwellis I was a friend.”

“Hmmm...” it comes out of the modulator as a low rumble that vibrates through the air between you. Then he takes you completely by surprise, resting the length of his forearm against the wall a few inches from your head. He nods slowly. “But you want to be more than friends.”

Time seems to have slowed down under his fixed attention. You’re too nervous to say something clever, so you should know better than to open your mouth.

“Y-y-yes,” you whisper breathlessly.

Paralyzed, you have to remind yourself to draw breath. Your body roils with tension, thrilled at this sudden shift in dynamic. Wasn’t he about to yell at you?

You nod again emphatically because you have no air left to speak.

His other hand slips behind you, loosely palming the small of your back. The fabric of your bodysuit is so thin you can feel the pinch of pressure under each of his fingertips. It’s like he’s about to kiss you but…

“Does this—ahem,” your mouth is so fucking dry. You timidly lick your lips and try to swallow the lump in your throat. Then, a rush of nervous laughter bubbles up. You giggle, and there’s the faintest note of anxious hysteria. Still a little tipsy, then.

“Is this because I made out with a girl?”

He laughs, “Maybe. I don’t know how long Bril and I stood there watching the two of you... I—I just can’t pretend not to see it anymore.”

“See what?” You ask as though you’re holding onto the edge of a cliff.

“The way your face lights up when someone makes you happy,” he says. “All I could think was…when’s it my turn...to be the one who makes you happy?”

That’s not something you ever expected to hear from the Mandalorian. This gruff, stoic man who never spoke about himself or his feelings.

“That may have been one of the sweetest lines anyone’s ever tried on me. Where have you been hiding all this charm?”

“I don’t usually need a line,” he says wryly.

And you laugh, glad to see that being vulnerable didn’t do anything to dampen his ego.

“That’s right,” your lips quirk into a grin. “You’ve got women throwing themselves at you.”

Without shifting his position from the wall, his hand pulls the visor from your face.

“You really didn’t do all that to make me jealous?”

“I mean, you weren’t the intended audience. She knows one of the bouncers…but I guess they’re terrified of Bril, so she had to convince him she was flying solo? Honestly, she probably would have stripped down naked and asked me to spank her if it got her into that VIP section.”

“That might have caused a scene.”

“But, it was nice…feeling wanted.”

You don’t know how long you stand there in silence before his gloved hand reaches out for you. Gently taking your face in his grasp, you feel his leather fingers trace behind your ear and along your throat, his thumb stroking your jaw.

“How have you been living on my ship all this time, and you don’t know how much I want you?”

When you fantasized about this moment, you imagined coming together in a desperate, heady rush. Not like this, with giddy apprehension, excitement, and nervous laughter.

“Hmmm, Bril said you have a thing for bad girls. What would you want with a good girl like me?”

“You sure about that?” He asks, letting his hand rest on the back of your neck. “It sounds like you have a gambling problem.”

At that, you let out a burst of laughter. “You’re getting a little too good at these sassy retorts.”

“I learned it from watching you,” he says in a low voice that makes your stomach clench.

His grip on your lower back slides up between your shoulder blades, pulling you against him, with your nose about an inch from the jaw of his helmet. Your hands feel too passive, so you lift them up to press against his firm stomach below the chest plate.

In a breathy whisper, you ask, “What about a good girl…who does bad things to you?”

He pauses as though thinking about it in earnest. “Sounds like you’re going to get me into deep trouble.”

“Deep trouble?” You smirk, arching an eyebrow. “Just how deep?”

Your hand slides down his stomach to cup the bulging erection that’s building between his thighs.

“Maybe deeper than you can handle,” he replies in a tight voice, placing a hand over your grip and squeezing. His hips roll upward, thrusting into your palm.

“I might surprise you, Mando.”

Your fingers pinch around his shaft to stroke the length of him over his pants. His head tilted upward, and a long guttural groan escapes his lips. Immediately, he takes your hips in both hands and presses you against the wall.

“But you said we couldn’t—”

His hands, which had been making their way up your ribcage toward the swell of your breasts, pull away from your body. In an attempt to respect the seriousness of the conversation, you also remove your hand from his cock. Why couldn’t you have just kept your mouth shut?

“I thought you couldn’t be with anyone like this?”

“Yeah, I kinda realized that after seeing your reaction to Xi’an.”

“Did you have sex with her? With…Morigan?”

“Yes,” he says. “Because they wanted to fuck a Mandalorian in his armor and leave after.”

This might be the first time you’ve heard him swear. It’s kind of shocking. Especially in this context. A harsh word for something that should be a celebration. Instead, he sounded bitter and ashamed.

“That’s not what you want, Thulani.”

“Ok, I’ll set aside for a minute how incredibly rude it is to tell a woman what she wants…Mando are you saying you’ve never been with someone you loved?”

He turns his head to look away from you, straightening his shoulders. “I’m not great at trusting people.”

“But…you trust me?”

“I do,” he nods.

“Then why—”

“Because there are things you’ll want from me, things you deserve that I can’t give you.” His voice is so tired and defeated. “And I don’t know how long we’ll have before you realize that…”

“Hmmmf,” you stifle a laugh. Shit, that’s going to piss him off.

“What’s funny?” Mando asks defensively.

“I’ve seen you leap into the mouth of a giant flying lizard–on impulse–in the heat of battle. But this is what terrifies you?”

You place a hand on his arm and try to convey the tenderness of your feelings. “Of course, I want to kiss your lips and feel your tongue inside of me, but…” you laugh softly. “Shit, Mando, no one’s ever made me beg for it before.”

Some of his earlier temper rises up again. “Has it occurred to you that’s what this is really about? Chasing after something you can’t have…what happens when it turns out this isn't what you wanted?”

But he didn’t sound all that angry. He sounded afraid. “Do you honestly think that, Mando? That I’d be so careless with your feelings?”

“No,” he says. “You’ve got the kindest heart…even after everything you've seen…it’s what I admire most about you.”

He takes your hand from his arm and holds it between his two leather palms. “Which is why you should run from me. With that new ID, you could get a good job on some Mid-Rim planet, or I can take you back to Ingtar myself. But you should take your chance at a decent life while you can…before I drag you into the darkness with me.”

Without realizing it, your eyes begin to fill with tears, and his thumb traces across your cheek to wipe them away.

“See…I’ll just make you cry.”

“I’m sad that, for whatever reason, you don’t think you deserve to be loved.” You assert. “This whole time, you’ve been making these arguments to harden your heart.” Something between a sigh and a laugh crosses your lips as you brush away the remaining tears. “Was your plan to just stifle your emotions and masturbate in the fresher indefinitely?”

“How do you—right," he nods. "No helmet in the fresher.”

“I didn’t see anything! But your thoughts are…very loud.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not the only one locking myself in the shower,” he says teasingly. “You aren’t as quiet as you think.”

You blush spectacularly. “I was thinking of you, if you must know.”

“I’m not surprised,” he says, catching your fist in his hand before you can land a punch to his stomach. “I like to think about that stretch you do with your hands on the floor, and you lift your leg up to the ceiling.”

“I knew that one would get your attention,” you wink before returning to the heart of the matter. “Were we supposed to dance around this forever? Whatever this is?”

“At first, I just focused on how much the kids needed you and how selfish it would be to sabotage that relationship for them…because of what? Because I couldn’t keep it in my pants?” And that sound of shame and regret tinged his words again. “But now it feels like this dam is bursting in my chest and…and I don’t know what to do.”

“Because you’re afraid of falling for me?”

He sighs, “What makes you think I haven’t already?”

“Mando,” you say, taking him by both arms this time and looking up into his view plate. “I don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow—and neither do you. I wish I could say that we’ll never hurt each other, but I can’t know that either. What I do know is that my pulse skips a beat whenever I see you. I get butterflies in my stomach just standing next to you. My whole body is full of deep feelings for you. Feelings I want to explore with my heart and my hands. And you’re right; we don’t know how much time we have, which is why I don’t want to waste any more of it.”

His hands cup your chin, holding your face up to him.

“How deep?”

“See!” You roll your eyes. “That’s the sexy voice. Don’t pretend you don’t know exactly what you’re doing.”

He laughs. And you think back to those days when it was like pulling teeth just to get him to talk to you. His laughter came so easily now. Surely, that was proof enough that he loved you, too. Even if he hadn’t said the word, you heard it in every smile and laugh you won from him.

“I know you’re not going to take off your helmet to kiss me, so what happens next?”

“I will,” he says seriously.

“What?”

“I’m going to kiss you. Not right now in this dingy tunnel. But I’m going to figure out some way to make this work. I just need you to give me a little more time.”

“I don’t want you to do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable or compromised,” you say honestly. “So take whatever time you need. Just know that I’ll be waiting for you. Eagerly waiting.”

“Don’t worry. I’ve been thinking about this non-stop since you climbed on top of me.”

Your mouth breaks into a wide smile. “If I recall correctly…none of that involved taking off your helmet.”

“Can you forgive me?”

“For what? Carrying me over your shoulder like a sack of grain?”

Suddenly, his hands return to your hips, and his knee nudges your thighs apart. “For leaving things….unfinished.”

You don’t remember placing your hands on his chest, and the sudden shock of cold from the Beskar makes you shiver. Heart racing, you spread your fingers under his cloak, feeling the tension in the firm muscles of his back, and wrap your arms around his neck.

Pressed against him, the heat rising from his body surrounds you despite the layers of fabric and metal, and the cold concrete.

His hands are so strong. You gasp when he grips your hips tighter. He crests the curve of your lower back, his palms sliding downward to gather the swell of your ass in his hands. The tips of his fingers dig into your skin, and you hear a choked groan when his pelvis rocks upward, glancing your hips.

“Is this ok?”

“I let a complete stranger grab my tits in the middle of the dancefloor. What do you think I’ll let you do to me in this deserted service tunnel?”

“Hmmm, I bet you’ve been dripping wet since you put your hand on my cock,” he says in a low growl.

“Uh-huh,” you nod enthusiastically.

“That’s my girl.”

He continues to trail up your back and over your shoulder blades, hands sliding across your underarms and finally over your breasts. Your breath hitches audibly as he rolls and squeezes them, your nipples budding under his wide palms.

Gathering and kneading your breasts, he takes a deep breath, and a rough sigh spills from the modulator, sending a clenching wave of desire shuddering through you.

The pulse of your heartbeat is now located between your legs, your clit swelling with every throb. You were already wet, but you can feel the flood of warmth spreading across the seam of your bodysuit as Mando traces his hands down your stomach, down lower, lower...

His hand is so warm between your thighs. Your belly clenches when he draws the heel of his thumb along the length of you, both easing and building the tight ache inside you. Using the tip of his finger to stroke up and down over your vulva, the pressure spreads you beneath his fingers.

“Mmmm...”

A sound between a moan and a cry escapes your lips.

“What was that?” He asks.

And you fully melt hearing how much enjoyment he’s taking in pleasing you.

“Mmmm-more.” You let yourself smile genuinely up at him, lacing your fingers at the base of his neck, your forearms meeting where you brace your elbows against his chest plate. “Please, don’t stop.”

His hands slip down your back again to grasp your ass, lifting you up and splaying you across the top of his right thigh, his knee wedged against the wall behind you. “Because you said please.”

There’s a raised ridge that runs the length of his Beskar plate, and he positions you on top of it so that it runs between the cleft of your labia. With both hands still gripping your ass, he rolls your hips forward to grind your clit against it. The balls of your feet just reach the floor, but with the strength of his arms steadying you, you manage to rock yourself back and forth in rhythm, arching your back and tucking your pelvis like the sway of a pendulum.

This is technically a public place, but you’ve always needed breathwork to get yourself there, so you don’t try to keep quiet.

And you notice from the corner of your eye as the feet of passersby slow, perhaps searching for the sources of the obscene mewling and hitched sighs pouring forth from your lips.

At some point, his arm wraps around your lower back to keep you upright as you ride his thigh. His other hand braces your chest, thumb, and fingers, teasing your nipples over the fabric of your suit.

The tempo of your hips alternates between slow, heavy circles and shallow rapid thrusts—your clit so swollen the rigid metal pinches with each pass. This wet, you glide through every motion, your taut calves and hamstrings trembling. Then, the rising tension peaks into a hot, cresting wave that spreads across every surface of your body.

Your fingers dig into the back of his neck, your scalp tingles, the tightness in your chest releases, and your cunt throbs numbly.

Your panting, plus the wail you let loose, have surely clued Mando that you’ve already cum, but he continues to hold you in place, one arm around your back, the other gripping your ribs.

You rest your head on his shoulder and pull your arms down from around his neck to grasp his hips under the flak vest and tassets, where there’s only one layer of fabric. The closest you can get to him.

For now.

“Come on,” he says, finally pulling his leg out from between your thighs, setting you back down. “You’ve got fifty thousand credits burning a hole in your pocket.”

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Keep reading - Volume 3 - Post #9: Coming soon!

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writemywaytoyourheart · 3 years ago

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Hey!

So...you don't know me. I'm new to tumblr :)

Also, I don't know you, so if I misjudge some things or say something wrong, you have every right to call me out on those things.

But I am a writer on here, and I am also a new fan of BTS. I found your blog while looking for some BTS fanfiction, and I wasn't disappointed^^

As a writer that struggles with some mental health issues myself, I know how hard it can be to publish new chapters on a schedule. Like, I'll say that a new chapter will come out that week, and then I don't finish until a few months later. And I'll probably write a few things that just come to mind in between those updates, because it's easier for me than letting my mind go back to that chapter that I'm only halfway done with.

What I've learned over time, though, is even if a chapter comes way after your followers were expecting, they won't think any less of you for it. They will still enjoy it all the same as if it were published a few hours/days/months earlier.

I've seen just a bit of AFTH, but I can already tell that it's a labor of love. You write beautifully, and you have a loyal following base. They care about you, and I believe that they would agree with me when I say that they think that your mental health comes first. For me, I want to always write in a way that I enjoy. I find that if I don't do that, my writing doesn't turn out the way I want it. My head has to be in the right space for me to write. If you push yourself, it won't be as enjoyable anymore.

So I guess the long and short of that entire spiel is to take care of yourself. You're a beautiful person and an amazing writer, so don't worry about updates. Your following understands and cares for you a lot.

Thank you for writing <3 :)

WELCOME TO THE ARMY, TUMBLR, AND THE HONEYBUNCH FAMILY EVEN THO THIS IS LATE 🥰😘🥰😘🥰😘

I'm so sorry it took me so long!

I really hope that you are taking care of your mental health and being kind to yourself. I'm sure you are a wonderful writer, I would love to read your work sometime!! 😀

I definitely needed time to get my head on straight and I'm so happy to be back now 🙌 tysssssm for this!!!!

ILY 😚

-chip

#asks #anon

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havethetimeofyourstyles · 4 years ago

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Chapter Five. Missed You

the scene is set in 1956, a young man moved to Hollywood to follow his dreams of becoming an actor. But with little money and a struggle to keep his apartment, he is approached by a man who offers him a job at Sweetland.

a/n: hopefully this will mend your hearts from the last chapter! this chapter is dedicated to my best friend ira @stylesloveclub who is quite literally my real life Frances, ily :’)

SERIES MASTERLIST | JOIN THE TAGLIST chapter word count: 9.2k

warnings: biphobia, y/n going tf off, and fluff

LETS TALK ABOUT CN! let me know your thoughts!

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It’s been a while since you ever felt happy again.

You missed the way you would laugh with your friends freely, or the way you feel yourself blush, making the corners of your lips turn up into a smile. But ever since that day, something inside of you switched.

Ever since that day, you weren’t the same person anymore. You held so much pain and anger inside of your heart that there couldn’t have possibly been anyone to switch that back to your normal, besides one person of course.

But the pain and anger wasn’t just from that one day; it was the built up emotions you kept inside of you for years causing you to lash out, and that day was the last straw.

A week after that horrid day, you were able to get out of bed as you left your ruffled warm sheets and tear damped pillowcases. Frances and Alice had told the staff you weren’t feeling well that entire week, and luckily they understood and were able to find a replacement for your class.

You didn’t get out of your room until everyone in the house had left in the morning, which was about eight a.m, and you were locked away in your room before they were able to see you as they arrived home. You really didn’t want to see anyone; the presence of any other breathing soul was out of your favor during that week as you just wanted to wallow your way through the days.

You figured, after that week, that you needed to get back to work. It wasn’t like you to be so in your feelings and to practically stay in bed for an entire week, but the pain was so very different from anything else you’ve ever felt. You missed him dearly, that’s a given. And if you couldn’t be with him, then you were fine with just being friends. His presence around you is what you really wanted; you just needed him to be around, but you couldn’t get into contact with him--it was like he fell on the face of the earth.

On your first day back, you had a morning class as did Frances, so she wanted to pick you up and get coffee before you both headed to work. Alice had a class later that day, so it was just the two of you. But you enjoyed spending time with them individually.

“Hey, doll! Hop in,” Frances smiled, tapping the leather seat beside her, and you got into her lavender Chevrolet convertible.

“Thanks for picking me up,” you said softly, looking at her. She smiled, turning your head to look at you, and finding such a heartbroken woman who desperately needed some sleep from the heartache and exhaustion.

“Anything for you,” she said back, grabbing your hand as she drove.

Frances had picked you up an hour earlier than when classes began, wanting to just talk and listen to you, and if you didn’t want to do either, she just wanted to keep you company, wanting to be there for you.

The car was parked on the curb in front of the coffeehouse, which was around the corner from the studio. As you walked in, you were met with the aroma of fresh brewed coffee; the scent filled your senses as you felt as if you were in a cabin in front of the fire on a cold day. It was definitely not a cold day as you wore black shorts that stopped mid thigh and a cropped black t-shirt; Frances was wearing the same, but she wore white shorts and a baby purple cropped tee, and you loved how much she loved the color lavender.

“Go find us a table,” she said, insisting on paying for the coffee. The coffeehouse wasn’t that packed—a few people working as they wrote or read the newspaper.

You found a seat next to the window on the side of the shop, and waited for your hot drink as you watched the sun proceed to get brighter and brighter as the minutes went by, and you were too distracted to notice Frances sitting in front of you, drinking her coffee, and you assumed she might’ve been sitting in front of you for a while.

“Thank you for the coffee,” you said, picking the hot drink up and blowing on it for it to cool down.

“Of course.”

It was completely silent between you two as you both drank your coffees and enjoyed the comfortable silence. It was times like these where you appreciated Frances. Without a doubt you love your little group, but when the three of you are together, it can be very chaotic—fun but chaotic to the point where you’re a bit overwhelmed. But with Frances, you were able to be comfortable in just sitting across from one another without saying a word. She knew how to have fun agreeably, but she knew how to be that friend that let you take your time or to simply just keep you company when you’re feeling lonely.

After a while, you looked at her, and she was already looking at you, but her eyes perked up and she had a bright smile on her face.

“Thank you again, doll-”

“You need to stop thanking me,” she giggled, causing the corners of your mouth to turn up slightly.

“I mean it though. I can’t thank you enough for what you’ve done—Alice too. You always call me to see if I’m fine, and you picked me up, like that’s so sweet of you,” you said, tears welling up in your eyes. She reached her hand across the table to hold yours.

“Of course, I’m gonna be here for you. We’re best friends—have been for years now. And you’ve been through a lot. It’s time we hold some of the weight for you,” she said with a small nod. Her words caused the tears in your eyes to fall, like they triggered them to flow as they pleased because you’ve been wanting to hear those words for a long while now.

“You’re the best. I’m so thankful for you,” you said as you tried to contain your sobs. Frances got up from her seat and walked over to your side as you scored to the seat next to you so she could sit on the seat you were in prior.

She hugged you into her chest as you quietly sobbed into her neck while she soothed your back to comfort you. To outsiders, they were probably thinking how early it is for a breakdown, and you agreed, it was too early. However, you were in a bubble with your greatest friend as she was combing through your hair, comforting you through your greatest pain, and the outside world meant nothing at the moment.

It was 10 minutes before class started when you and Frances entered the studio the week after locking yourself up; Susan greeted you with a big smile as Frances said she’ll see you after class and walked down the opposite hallway.

“Welcome back, lady,” she had said with bright eyes. You softly smiled at her, immediately regretted agreeing to any social interaction--not that Susan wasn’t the sweetest person you’ve met, but you were still broken and sad.

“Hi, Susan,” you said to her as a pained smile on your face as you walked by her desk. But before you walked any further down the hall to your class, you backed up slightly to stand next to the reception desk. Her brows raised, waiting for you to speak. “Uh, did I happen to get any calls while I was away? Did someone call for me?” You asked warily, not knowing what answer you wanted to hear.

“Nope. No calls were made for you. It was a pretty slow week,” she replied back, her usual smile on her face. Your heart sank a little, hoping a certain someone would have called you.

“Tell me about it,” you had muttered under your breath. “Thank you though,” you spoke directly to her before you walked away.

And it was like that for the longest time; you asking Susan if you had gotten any calls after each class and her saying no. You figured she had caught on a bit from your constant asking, but it was a bit upsetting to hear that no every single time. You just wanted a single call from him; to ask him if he was okay, where he’s been, and to simply just hear his voice.

The voice that had brought you immediate comfort and ease from your crazy and busy life. The sound that was music to your ears when he laughed or talked to you in his deep sultry voice. And you just wanted him to tell you that he was okay. You could practically hear his voice in your head as if it were the only sound you memorized. The way he said ‘sweet girl’ was like the line in a song that you would repeat over and over again because it just gave you ultimate chills.

You heard so crisp and so clearly; he would say ‘sweet girl, I’m doing okay. Don’t worry about me.’ But you couldn’t help but worry about him.

You missed your honey dearly.

And you continued missing him.

Up until now, you hadn’t stopped thinking about him. Six months later, there was just something about him that never left your mind and especially your heart. The hole in your chest was enough to explain to yourself how you felt, and it wasn’t normal to feel this way.

“Hey! I know you’re in your feelings at the moment, but would you please sing along with us?” Alice asked from the seat next to you as you heard Frances mutter a ‘please’ from the backseat.

You three were on your way to San Diego for a little trip girls trip. Although it was January and the weather would most likely be cold, you three were still on break as the studio hadn’t resumed classes just yet because of the holiday. But they would be back on next week, so you three wanted to have a mini getaway for a little bit before you have to go back to reality.

“Okay, okay,” you playfully rolled your eyes at them as they saw your little gesture through your sunglasses.

The three of you sang along to Elvis as you drove to San Diego. It was still quite sunny despite the month being January, but the air was crisp and cool. Cold enough so you could wear a sweater and some pants since California cold is cold to Californians.

The drive was about a four hour drive from Beverly Hills, and you three stayed at a hotel walking distance from La Jolla beach. The trip was only three days because what’s really there to do besides go to the beach everyday, especially when it was cold out.

“Okay, dolls, are we ready to go?” Alice asked you and Frances as you all settled into the hotel. You two nodded excitedly, grabbing your towels and blankets before heading out of the hotel and to the beach.

You all figured out that the water was way too cold for a swim, but the sun was bright still as you three sat on your towels, all facing each other. You had bought some fruit for a little market that was on the way to the beach.

“Think we picked a good spot--so many cute people around,” Frances said. You looked around to observe some of the men and women that were relaxing on the sand or in their swimsuits. You nodded in agreement as you took a bite out of your watermelon slice.

“Ooh! I think that lady is looking at you doll,” Alice said excitedly. You looked at her and she pointed her head to the direction of the woman, and you turned your head slowly to find a beautiful woman in her swimsuit, smiling and waving at you. Politely, you smiled back at her.

“Are you going to go talk to her?” Frances asked, and you shrugged.

You knew that they were just trying to help the heartache in your chest that has been mending for the last six months. But if you still felt the same amount of pain as you did six months ago, you weren’t quite ready to move on yet.

“Think you need that, doll. How are you gonna move on if the only people you really socialize with are us two?” Alice said, and she had a point. It was difficult to move past everything because you’ve locked yourself away and only limited yourself to some social interaction with people you already know. “It’ll be a nice change. And if you don’t want to talk to her, then come back here and you could talk to us! At least you tried,” Alice reassured you, and Frances nodded alongside her.

You smiled softly at the both of them, and slowly nodded. You at least wanted to try, and being somewhere that’s four hours away from your home was a nice start. Handing your fruit to Frances, not wanting your fruit to get a sand flavor, and you got up. Your girls cheered you on, yelling out ‘that’s the spirit!’ and ‘so proud of you, doll’ as you slowly walked over to the woman who was sitting in her beach chair.

“Hi,” you nervously said to the woman.

“Hey, cutie. Was just looking at you,” she complimented with a smirk, looking up at you.

“Uh, yeah. My friends told me,” you said, turning around to point to them. But you also turned around just to see their reassuring smiles because you were actually quite nervous. And when you saw them beaming, giving you a thumbs up, you turned back around.

“Well, would you like to sit?” She offered, and you said a soft ‘okay’ before sitting down on the towel in front of her, practically at her feet. “I’m Catherine, by the way,” she said, sticking her hand out. She looked a bit older than you--probably in her late twenties. She had beautiful blonde hair that was put in a high ponytail as she wore a cream colored two piece swimsuit.

“Nice to meet you,” you said, shaking her hand as you told her your name.

“Such a beautiful name for you,” she winked at you, flirting with you slightly.

For the next thirty minutes, you and Catherine got to know one another, and you thought she was nice; she was very friendly, often stealing some innocent touches to your shoulder or your arm as she laughed about god knows what you said.

Suddenly, someone walked under the umbrella and Catherine handed the other woman a towel before she sat down on the beach chair next to Catherine’s. They smiled at each other, and you looked between them; a silence fell through you as they talked.

“The water felt great,” the woman said, and Catherine smiled, roaming her hand on the woman’s arm as she did to you.

“Oh, by the way. This is Milly, my girlfriend,” Catherine introduced. Your eyes widened, feeling shocked as she didn’t mention that she had a girlfriend when she was flirting with you and touching your arm.

“Hi, uhm, I should get back to my friends then,” you stood up from your crouch position, dusting your bottom off from the sand that had gotten on the towel.

“Wait, we actually want you to stay,” Milly said before you had a chance to walk away. “Catherine and I are together, but we were curious about exploring with another partner, and we both saw you sit with your friends, and thought you were absolutely gorgeous,” she explained.

You blushed, a bit flustered from what she said. You’ve never explored with two partners before, and you were curious as to how that’ll go down. But in total honesty, you weren’t feeling it.

“That’s nice of you, thank you for choosing me, I guess?” You chuckled, cursing at yourself for how dumb that sounded. “But to be honest, I’m a bit heartbroken at the moment, so I’m not in the mood,” you said honestly.

“Oh no, how could some girl break your heart?” Catherine said, assuming that it was a girl that got you sad.

“I-It wasn’t a girl, actually. It was a guy,” you corrected. Catherine and Milly looked at each other confusingly, and soon after Milly scoffed.

“Wait, so you don’t like girls?” Milly asked, needing some sort of confirmation.

“I do! I like men and women. I’m bisexual,” you said, crossing your arms in defense, feeling like this was all going to end badly.

“You like both...” Catherine said shockingly and you nodded as you took deep breaths. You tried keeping yourself together, not wanting to make a scene at the beach as everyone was minding their own business, as you looked at them with a stern look.

“So you just couldn’t choose,” Milly said. You gave her a scowl look, furrowing your brows as the two laughed slightly.

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” you said, rolling your eyes. You turned around, not wanting to be around the presence of people who put you down for your sexuality. So, you walked through the sand back to your friends as they were about fifteen feet away from the two. As you walked you heard them call out to you.

“We know being gay isn’t appreciated here, but you being greedy and liking both? Are you okay, sweetie?” They called out, followed by laughter.

Alice and Frances looked at each other confusingly, wondering what the hell happened back there before you grabbed your fruit bowl from Frances hands and marched back over to them, squishing the watermelon cubes with your hands so the juices of the fruit spilled out, and the fruit itself turned into mush. They didn’t see you coming as they were still laughing and making jokes about your sexuality.

And before you knew what you were doing, you dumped the entire bowl onto Catherine’s head, watching the fruit spill down her hair and onto her body as she gasped loudly. Milly gasped as well, shocked that you did such a thing.

“Next time you want to make fun of someone’s sexuality, think again. Don’t fuck with us, I mean it,” you warned as your voice was tough and strong; the complete opposite as what it was when you were talking to her. You walked away to your friends as you saw both of their jaws dropped with an amused look as they were still confused but totally backed you up on what you did, even if they haven’t gotten a clue why you did what you did.

Once you got back to them, you picked up your purse and said, “Let’s go.” The both of them nodded, excited to hear what just happened as you all gathered your stuff as you heard curse from Catherine and Milly calling you a greedy and spoiled bitch. As you walked, you turned around, blowing them a kiss for shits and giggles.

“Oh my god! What the fuck just happened?!” Frances asked as she laughed.

You three stopped in front of the hotel as they both followed your lead, sitting on the curb, both on your sides. As you took deep breaths, you had so much adrenaline from the events that had just happened, but not even a minute later, you started laughing hysterically, which Alice and Frances found amusing so they joined you.

“Oh god…” you said once you calmed down. “That was such a rush--I’ve never done that before,” you told them, chuckling.

“Well, you never do things without reason, so it must’ve been a great reason,” Alice said, leaning her elbows on her knees.

You then proceeded to tell them what happened from the moment you walked over to Catherine to the moment you felt so uncomfortable as they practically bullied you because of your sexuality.

“Yeah, she deserved that shit,” Frances said from next to you.

“Definitely. Can people just get over themselves and mind their own damn business?” Alice scoffed, rolling her eyes as she scoffed, saying that she would have done a lot more than throwing fruit on her if she were you.

“I’m so over people saying shit,” you said tiredly, wanting people to accept you as who you are, but in this day and age, it’s difficult to.

“Don’t worry about them, doll. You’ve got us,” Frances said, giving you a hug and Alice joins in as well, and you tell them that you love them. You put your arms around your two best friends, thinking that this is the most fun you’ve had in a very long time. And even though it caused a scene where you had to ruin someone’s hair and their swimsuit as they said nasty things to you, you had your dolls by your side, reminding yourself that no matter where you are in life mentally and physically, you’ll always have them.

And you appreciated that so much.

After an eventful day to start the trip, you decided you needed a drink. So, you three found yourself at a bar in Downtown as you chatted among them in a booth as you ate peanuts and drank one too many ‘gin and sins’ that made you buzzed and fuzzed.

But that didn’t stop you from ordering more for the three of you nor did that stop you from accepting cocktails from Alice because she kept ordering as well. And the only responsible one between the three of you was Frances, which isn’t old news. Sometimes she liked to get down and dirty, but she didn’t like to have too much alcohol in her system, which you totally respect.

But ‘gin and sins’ were your favorite, and when you said you needed a drink, you needed a drink.

“Alright, think that’s enough for the both of you,” Frances said, limiting you and Alice.

“Noo,” you whined. “One more? Please?” You reach across the table, making grabby hands at Frances. Alice nodded next to you. She was more tipsy than drunk, and you on the other hand, were drunk.

“You said that in the last four rounds! I’m cutting you off,” Frances said sternly, and your eyes widened.

“Damn, okay,” you said, slowly sitting up.

“We should go,” Alice suggested.

“No, you know what we should do? We should dance!” You suggested an even better choice, getting up from your seat as you danced in front of your table, Frances and Alice got out of the booth as well. You were shaking and swiveling your hips in a sexy manner, or you’re trying to be, and you’re not aware of the people coming into the bar and the people sitting peacefully in their seats as some watched you with an amusing smile or a confused expression. But you didn’t give a fuck as you kept dancing.

“Alright, dancing queen. Let’s go back to the hotel,” Alice said as you huffed and stopped dancing while you pouted.

As you three were walking out, Alice and Frances on both of your sides, helping you walk, five people came in all at once, causing you all to move to the side and wait for them to clear the door. You watched them walk in, and suddenly your eyes widened and you were complete shock.

Alice and Frances slightly rugged at you since you weren’t walking at all, but you told them to wait.

“What’s wrong?” Frances asked, and you let both of your arms go from their hold. They followed your line of vision and looked at each other in confusion.

“Doll?” Alice called out to you.

“Harry…”

“C’mon-” Frances said as she tried to interlace your arm with hers, but you interrupted her.

“No!” You took your arm away from her. “Harry is right there,” you pointed towards the bar, and their head turned. Tears were welling up in your eyes as you felt so overwhelmed from seeing him again for the first time in six months.

Before you knew what your drunk self was doing, you started walking towards the bar, and your friends quickly followed behind as they tried to reach for your arms, but you pulled them away before they could even grasp it. Once you got to the bar, you leaned your left arm against it as you faced him.

“Harry,” you simply said. The man turned towards you, looking at you confusingly, but you were still convinced that it was Harry right in front of you. “Listen…” you said, trailing your words off as you weren’t prepared whatsoever to have him in front of you.

After a whole six months of figuring what you would say to him if you were to meet him again; going through the words in your head and falling asleep to the thought of talking to him again, you stood there with your mouth slightly open but no words fell through your lips. A sad expression was present on your face as your mending heart was pounding through your chest, begging him to heal you fully.

He looked at you, wondering if you were going to say anything and possibly wondering why a random girl would go up to him and call him Harry. And it’s the fact that he wasn’t saying anything either is what hurt you too. But you decided to speak up because if you didn’t now, then you would regret it later.

“Harry…I missed you,” you said, voice slightly cracking just as your heart was as well. “Six months without you was hell, and I never want to go through that again. But if you don’t want to see me anymore, then that’s fine,” you told him, voice coming out in a sad tone as you didn’t want to go through your days without having him in your life.

“Doll, we should go,” Frances said as she and Alice lightly grabbed your arm and tugged you backwards. “I’m sorry,” you heard her tell him.

“Wait,” you said, and you reached up to the man and kissed his cheek softly. You didn’t care if it was Harry or not, but you’ve had pent up emotions for so long that you just needed to let them out. And even if it was Harry, you weren’t going to leave him without kissing him, although you’d rather it be his lips than his cheek as you longed to feel his lips against yours again.

You despised that your last kiss with him happened under those events that night. That it led to something so heartbreaking and painful that you didn’t know when you would feel his touch again. You didn’t get the chance to anticipate the next time you’d be in his arms again. That the last time you heard the words ‘sweet girl’ from his mouth was when he was trying to comfort you from the pain you were both about to endure. And it’s like a broken record in your head, playing over and over again, and you don’t want to fix the broken record because then your favorite sound would disappear into the midst of nothingness.

Alice and Frances pulled you away from him as they guided you towards the exit and back to the hotel. Not surprising, but you cried the entire way to the room until your friends put you under the covers and wiped your makeup off as you told them how much you missed Harry and you just wanted to talk to him; that seeing him at the bar, even if it wasn’t him, had made the sadness in your chest come back because of how much you missed him.

They simply didn’t know what to tell you but feel sad for you knowing how much pain you were in. They hated seeing you so upset to the point where you didn’t act like yourself anymore. But they will always remain by your side as they kept telling you that you were going to be okay.

You woke up in a small state of panic as you weren’t aware of your surroundings and the feeling of the bed not being your own. With a slight headache and the taste of the alcohol on your tongue the night prior, there were continuous knocks on the door that made you roll your eyes and groan as it interrupted your state of deep slumber.

Lazily, you got up and looked at the bed next to you to find it empty as Alice and Frances didn’t seem like they were in the room either. You assumed they probably went out to get some food and bring it back as they talked about, and you also assumed that they had forgotten the room key, which is why they were banging on the door at ten in the morning.

“Okay, I’m coming, jeez!” You yelled out as you rubbed your eyes and lightly yawned, walking towards the door. You unlocked the door, opening it as you looked down because of the light and said, “Why must you knock on the door so loud?” Once your eyes adjusted from the brightness of the outside, it widened as the figure in front of you was not who you were expecting.

You blinked a couple of times, not sure if you were dreaming or drunk as your jaw dropped, not expecting to see Harry in front of you.

“Hi,” he simply said. It was a simple greeting and you wished he said a full on sentence just so you could hear his voice again, but something in you freaked out, causing you to slam the door in his face.

“Oh my god…” you said to yourself as you paced the carpeted hotel room. You tugged on your hair, taking deep breaths as you muttered to yourself about how he can’t really be outside of your room right now and you were just hallucinating that he was here. But when you heard the knock again, you were taken back to reality as you jolted your head towards the door and realized that you completely shut the door in his face. “Fuck,” you muttered as you quickly walked towards the door, opening it once again and meeting his eyes.

Harry gave you a small smile as he took in your presence again. It was a long six months of missing you and wishing you were in his arms again. He longed to see your pretty face and beautiful smile again, and being in front of you felt a bit overwhelming for him that his heart pounded and his eyes glossed. He truly couldn’t believe he was standing in front of you, and even in your wakened state, he still found you the most beautiful person ever.

“Harry,” you said as if you were calling out to him, believing but not believing he was in your vision.

“Uh, hi,” he said again hesitantly. He was definitely nervous, and you were too.

“W-What…what are you doing here?” You asked, crossing your arms and subtly trying to fix your messy bed hair. But he looked great as usual; he wore a red and yellow striped t-shirt with some grey trousers, and pale yellow loafers. Harry was the type of person who could make anything look good, and you were absolutely jealous of him for that. He didn’t look all that different from when you last saw him; his hair was still the same, but he had a slight stubble on his jaw.

“I came here to see you.”

“How did you know I was here?” You leaned against the door, still debating in your head if you should invite him in or not.

“Frances and Alice. They told me to come to your room last night,” he said, chuckling slightly.

“Last night…” you said, not thinking anything of it. “Oh, last night!” You repeated, realizing that last night was the night you apparently saw him, and it seemed like you did. “Oh my god,” you said as you buried your face into your hands, groaning in embarrassment. “That really was you, huh?” You asked, not taking your hands away from your face, but separating your fingers as your eyes peeked out.

“Yeah, it was me at the bar,” he said, giggling as he remembered the events that happened last night.

“See, I knew it was you! I had the smallest doubt that it wasn’t but convinced myself that it was,” you shook your head, chuckling. “Wait, that means you heard everything, and I really kissed you,” you said as you gasped softly. Harry blushed in response as he smiled lightly at you. “How did you know I was there?”

“I didn’t. I was there with some friends and I didn’t see you until you came up to me. Was completely surprised to be honest. And then Alice came up to me, after Frances dragged you away, to tell me to come up to your room today. So here I am,” he explained, which makes much more sense on why they disappeared in the morning and why Harry’s standing at your door.

“Here you are,” you said softly. It briefly went silent between you two; so many unspoken words between you as you two wanted to blurt so many things out, but you really wanted to sit down and have a real and mature conversation with him. “So, uh, do you want to hang out today? Figured we have a lot to talk about.”

“I’d love to. I’m free the whole day, so we can do anything,” he said, and you nodded.

“Do you want to go down to the beach? I can just get ready quickly and we can hang out over there?” You asked nervously, even though he already said yes to hanging out with you.

“Yeah, okay. That sounds great. I’ll, uh, wait for you out here?” He said, backing up slightly from the door frame so he’s completely standing outside.

“Okay, cool,” you said, immediately slapping yourself mentally once those words came out of your mouth. Harry seemed to find that amusing as he laughed a bit as he saw you beating yourself up over what you had said.

“Cool,” he said back, in a way to make you feel better about saying it, and your face had gone flustered as you slowly closed the door.

“I’ll be quick.”

“I’ll be right here.”

You nodded your head as you closed the door, closing your eyes as you took the deepest breath that you were holding ever since you saw him.

“Really? Cool?” You said to yourself, rolling your eyes as you groaned before you quickly got ready.

You were ready in 15 minutes as you wore a plain white knitted sweater and some leggings, considering it was a bit breezy outside, and you and Harry walked to the beach. Luckily, the beach was only about a five minute walk, and the walk was filled with silence as nothing came out of both of your mouths.

It was a nice day out considering the month still being winter, as the sun was out and slightly shining with the clouds present. You and Harry found a spot on the beach where there weren't that many people around to interrupt you both from your conversation.

Laying the towel down, Harry helped you as he held the other end to straighten it out, and you two sat next to each other. There was a bit of space between you two, and it definitely felt weird that you didn’t close the gap to sit closer to him, but in all honesty, you didn’t know if that was crossing the line. Plus, you didn’t know where you two stood either.

Your heart was pounding as you kept your hands in your lap from showing him how shakily nervous you were to be finally sitting next to him. And Harry was no better; he wasn’t saying anything because of the fact that he was also anxious as well. He was nervous that he would say the wrong thing to you, and he didn’t know if you were angry with him for disappearing for a whole six months.

After ten minutes of looking out into the ocean as the sun lightly hit your skins, you finally spoke.

“So…” you started, not finishing nor knowing what to say. Harry turned towards you, thankful that you were the one to start talking. “How are you, Harry?” You asked, and he somewhat cringed at the sound of his name as he missed the way ‘honey’ fell through your sweet lips.

“I’m, uh, I’m doing okay. How are you?” He answered, and you just shrugged your shoulders as you sighed. “Are you doing okay?”

“Y’know, I thought I was—doing okay. I mean, I was better than I was six months ago, but seeing you…” you said, looking him in the eye as memories of him leaving and running off came back to you. But you knew it wasn’t his fault; he did what he had and was told to do. “It just reminded me how much I missed you so much. And how much the last six months for me were hell because you weren’t around and I didn’t have contact with you,” you purse your lips, and Harry frowned, feeling guilty for not even calling you back.

“I’m sorry-”

“No, no. Don’t be. I understand,” you interrupted, but he shook his head in disagreement.

“Listen, not calling you was entirely my fault—I could’ve just…” he trailed off, not knowing how to word his thought properly.

“Harry, what happened during those months? I called and called, I stayed in front of your apartment complex and waited for you for hours, but you never showed up,” you said, not meaning to make him feel bad, but you were telling the truth. Harry frowned even more, looking down onto his lap.

Taking a deep breath, he looked up at you again as he spoke, “Okay. I’m going to tell you everything, just listen to what I have to say first before you decide if you want to be angry with me, alright?”

You nodded, not saying anything as you waited to hear what he had to say. But you knew you weren’t going to get angry with him, you simply just wanted to hear what the hell happened to him and why he went M.I.A for six months.

“After that night,” he started, not explaining any further of what that night was because you already knew, and it was hard to look and talk about what happened that day. “A few days later, I got a call from Shareen. She told me to come to the studio for a chat, and I thought it was going to be about the role. That maybe your father had a change of heart and decided to cast me, but I was wrong.”

Your brows furrowed, already furious that Harry going missing could have possibly involved Richard and you despised him even more for that, but you continued listening.

“I went to Shareen’s office, but she directed me to your father’s, and he said he wanted to talk to me. Was practically nervous at this point.”

“Harry, what did he say?” You asked as you grew impatient.

“Told me that if I stayed away from you, then he wouldn’t ruin the career that hadn’t even started. He said that he’s not going to cast me for the movie I auditioned for, but maybe the next one,” Harry said sadly, remembering how down he felt when he left his office and the studio. He was so close to having the career he wanted; so close to having his dream come true, but they were crushed right in front of him in the matter of seconds.

“What the actual fuck…” you said in a calm manner as you were trying not to lash out in public and in front of Harry.

“Hey, I’m so sorry. That’s the reason why I didn’t call because he told me to stay away, and it was hard to and I should’ve gone against his wishes, but it’s my career, y’know? I couldn’t risk not having my dream come true, and I hope you understand why I didn’t come to see you anymore. But know that it was a difficult decision to make because I was close to risking everything for you until Daren slapped some sense into me,” he explained quickly, not wanting you to be mad at him, but he would be if he were you.

“No, no. I’m not mad at you,” you said as your hand touched his face, cupping his cheek. Harry immediately got chills from the contact, and he missed your touch dearly. “I understand why you did what you had to do. You made a sacrifice for yourself, so I would never be mad at you for that. If you were to give up everything for me, then I would be mad,” you said softly, looking at the man that has had your heart for the last months.

“So, you’re not mad?” He asked, needing reassurance.

“No, of course not, honey. I’m glad you had to do what was best for you,” you told him honestly. “Yeah, it hurt not being able to talk to you or see you, and practically not know where you were, but look at us now. We’re right in front of each other and that’s all that matters.”

It was really all that mattered to you. You were never one to hold onto your anger and you were very forgiving in the sense, but being mad or upset at Harry didn’t exist because he did everything with good reason.

Harry blushed at the sound of his pet name coming from your lips. Missing that name was an understatement; he longed to hear it again, and throughout those months, he had no idea when he would hear it, but now it was the sound of relief and reunion.

“I’ve missed you calling me that,” he said, face being flustered. You moved to lay on your stomach, and he copied your actions as you two lay, facing each other.

The sun was getting a bit brighter, so Harry pulled out his sunglasses, putting them on and you gave him a smile. You were already wearing white heart sunglasses, but you took your pair off and reached forward to take his sunglasses off, and put them on you. They were a pair of red lensed sunglasses that were heart shaped as well, and you adored them. Harry chuckled as you put your sunglasses on him.

“These are like the glasses I would wear. Did you take them from me?” You teased, and Harry giggled, adjusting your white heart sunglasses on his face.

“I bought them because they reminded me of you,” he said honestly, and you blushed, smiling at him softly. Your heart instantly swooned once he said those words, and all you wanted to do was kiss him. “They look better on you anyways,” he complimented.

“Those look really good on you too,” you said back. You missed the back and forth, complimenting or banter with him. It was fun and light, and made you want more with him. It was something you thought about daily when you were away from him, and having it back made you feel so overwhelmed with happiness and joy.

“So, what’s been going on with you?” He asked after the glances that you two made each other made him flustered.

“Guess it’s my turn to tell my part, huh?” You chuckled,

“Only if you want to. I’m here to listen if you’d like,” he said. You smiled, happy he never changed his mannerism. He’s always been a gentleman to you and everyone, and that’s one of the things you loved about him.

“I wanna tell you,” you stated, and Harry nodded, waiting for you patiently to speak. “I wasn’t really doing okay, to be honest. I was a mess, and I haven’t really been myself since that day. Watching you leave was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do, and not knowing when I would see you again comes right next to it. After about two months, I finally talked to my father. That ended messy because he had all these plans for me with my ex, Chris, about business and marriage and I never wanted them. Then it got to the point where I was crying in front of him because you weren’t in my life anymore. And I’ve never cried in front of him before, so it was quite the surprise for him,” you ended with a chuckle, and Harry nodded his head throughout you speaking, listening to you intently and taking your words in.

“Did things get better?” Harry asked, curiously, wondering if her father changed his attitude.

“No. He said some shit about if I can’t tolerate him or proceed with his plans, then I should move out. So, I did just that.” Harry’s eyes widened, shocked but relieved because you were somewhat free.

“You did?”

“Yeah, I’ve been living with Frances for about four months now, but I might move out soon just to get out of her hair, so we can have her own space. But I’m better now than I was for my entire 23 years of life when I was in that house,” you said in almost a relief. You’ve practically been miserable in that household; filled with toxicity and loveless people.

Jane had been sad to see you go, but she still encouraged you. She was the hardest one to say goodbye to, but she understood why you wanted to leave. There had been many tears as she watched you pack your suitcase into your car, and she sent you off with telling you to find the boy that “captured your heart.”

“I’m proud of you for doing that. I know you didn’t tell me much about your family and how you grew up, but from what it seemed like, you weren’t happy there. So I’m glad you have your freedom now,” he said honestly with a smile, not wanting you to seem offended. And you weren’t because he was completely right.

For a moment, you two shared glances and basked in the sun as you both laid under it. There was no action of moving closer than how you were now, but the thought of doing so made you both nervous.

“Are you still working at Sweetland?” You asked suddenly but curiously, breaking the silence between you two as the outside world of the ocean and birds filled the words.

“No, I’m not, actually. I quit about two months ago, but I still visit every week because I’ve grown quite attached to everyone there,” he said with a breathy laugh.

“Why did you quit, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I kind of wanted a different job, and I wanted to do something I was good at. Not sure if sex is the answer to that,” he smirked, and your eyes widened.

“Oh, you’re definitely good at sex-” you paused as your cheeks had gone flustered because of what you said. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that out loud, and that was definitely crossing-”

Harry interrupted your rambling by stroking your cheek with his thumb. The action had caught you by surprise, but it definitely shut your mouth up. His stare was so passionate and intense that you felt like you were being put under his spell. His spell of comfort and familiarity. The spell of love. But you had been under that spell since you met him, and there was no way he was going to reverse it.

The thought of wanting to kiss him had never left your mind; you just wanted to pull him in for a kiss to relieve your need as the touch of his lips make you feel alive every time he kissed you.

“I’ve missed you,” he said in a hushed voice for only you to hear. Despite the crowd being relatively loud as the time goes by and more people visit the beach, you felt like you were the only two to ever exist at the moment. There was no one around to pop the bubble you two created.

“I’ve missed you so much more,” you whispered back, looking up and down from his lips and eyes.

He was doing the same, although his gaze held a little longer onto your lips as he noticed your lips being like strawberry lipstick from the many lollipops you’ve probably eaten. But nonetheless, his favorite lips are yours.

“I’m sorry for being so M.I.A,” he said once more.

“Stop being sorry. You’re here now,” you grabbed his hand that was resting against the towel as your face cuddled more into his hand.

“I was actually out of state. That’s why I wasn’t around.” Your brows raised, and he continued, “Went to go visit my mum in New York.”

“Really?” He nodded.

“Yeah. Hadn’t seen her in about a year, so I decided to save up a ton and go see her. Then I stayed for about two months, which was when I quit my job. I actually got back last week, and some guys at the shop wanted to make a trip down here, and then I saw you.”

“Yeah…” you said softly.

“When I saw you last night at the bar, I really couldn’t believe it. And then when you came up to me, my heart was beating so fast, but time stopped. You were talking to me all drunk, debating with yourself if it was really me or not, and then you fuckin’ kissed me, and I felt over the moon but I was still in shock,” he chuckled remembering how he felt the night prior.

“Knew in my heart that it was you, so I couldn’t resist myself from going up to you,” you told him honestly. Harry blushed, always loving your words and how honest you were.

He moved his position back to a sitting upright as his legs were bent and his arms resting on his knees. He motioned you to sit between his legs and you happily obliged, immediately moving to sit in between them as your back rested on his chest. This was the closest you’ve ever been with him in six months, and you were taking it all in as he wrapped his arms around shoulders, and you placed your arms on top of his.

The feeling of his body so close to yours had made you feel nostalgic. The moments where you two would lie in bed after sex or when he would put his arm around you as you walked the streets; those were the moments you missed the most because you felt so connected to him physically and emotionally. You longed for his warmth when you would go home to an empty bed and a bad day. You craved for his touch when you would lie awake at night as you stared at the ceiling, wondering what he was doing.

But this moment was worth all the pain and heartache that you had to go through the past months. It was the only thing you were looking forward to when you were to be reunited with him again, and you almost forgot the feeling of his arms around you when you were stuck in your own world as you missed the security of his warmth.

And you were happy.

After another hour or two of relaxing on the beach in each other’s arms, you two decided to call it a day. You held Harry’s hand all the way back to your hotel room, and the separation was something you weren’t looking forward to.

“Alright, I’ll see you soon, okay?” He said as he pulled you into a hug. Your head rested on his chest, hearing his beating heart pound through his chest as you wrapped your arms tightly around him—maybe too tightly. “Woah, woah. Might break me if you hug me any tighter,” he said jokingly. You embarrassingly loosened your arms, but you were still pressed up against him. You looked up at him, chin against his chest instead of the side of your face.

You gave him a small smile, but there was a hint of sadness, he could tell. And he knew exactly why there was a tinge of sadness.

“Hey, sweet girl,” he said softly, and your heart immediately started beating quite fast, but it swooned. The pet name that you hadn’t heard in so long was finally back, and throughout the whole day on the beach, you were wondering when or if he would call you that again. And when you finally heard it, the words were soft and slick like butter like you wanted to indulge into the sweetness of his words.

Your eyes welled up with tears, “I’ve been wanting to hear you say that again for so long.”

“Then I should’ve said it earlier, but I didn’t know if I was crossing the line.”

“You’re never crossing the line with me,”

Harry smiled, showing his dimples that you’ve missed, and he placed his hands on the side of your face before kissing your forehead softly, lingering his lips a little longer than he should have, but you didn’t mind whatsoever.

He let go, raking his hands down both of your arms before holding your hand with his. “I should get going.”

“Okay,” you responded as you nodded your head. He let go of one hand as he tried to walk away, but the hand that was still holding his, pulled him back. Harry studied your face as a frown was present.

“Listen to me, okay? When I say I’ll see you soon, I don’t mean six months anymore. I mean in the next couple of days, but right now we have to get back to our friends, alright?” He said, looking you intently in the eyes. You sighed and nodded, believing that it won’t be months on end until you see him again. “Never gonna go that long without seeing you again. Hurts too much,” he pulled you in for one last hug, kissing the top of your head. “I’ll see you soon—I mean it,” he said once he let go.

“Okay. I’ll see you soon, honey,” you let go of his hands as he slowly walked away. From a distance, he blew you a big kiss, and you caught his air kiss as you made a fist and brought it to your heart. “I’ll be waiting for the real thing!” You called out and you saw him smile widely.

“Oh, I’ll definitely be there to give it to you! Soon, my sweet girl!” He yelled out back to you before blowing you multiple more kisses.

At this point, you couldn’t stop beaming as you watched him walk away from your line of vision. The last time you watched him leave had ended in heartbreak, followed by heartache. But this time, you smiled as you watched him leave, knowing that you would be able to see him very soon and not wonder when you would.

And you couldn’t wait to see his bright eyes and beautiful smile again, and of course, give a kiss to his pink lips.

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cheolbooluvr · 3 years ago

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veeeery late but HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU TOO!

I'm gonna slap tumblr for not showing me your response earlier >:(

Life is tough atm, but what else to do than just endure it and somehow get through it </3 but thank you for asking 🥺

Yk, forgive me for being a bit cheesy now, but I have to let you know that every message from you just immediately makes me smile and brightens up my day, so thank you for existing and talking to me/us 🥰

pls don't feel guilty for coming online and not posting anything, it's okay, no one is blaming or upset with you <3

burnout sucks and what you've described sounds awful, so I really hope that you feel better and were able to get some proper rest by now 💕

I have yet to catch up with your fics, but I read the most recent one and let me just tell you that I absolutely love it. It's SO intriguing and I hope that some day you'll continue the series, but seriously tho, no pressure <3

there is also no need to apologise for replying later than expected, I'm the worst at replying to people, so it's more than fine and I understand 🥺

not sure if this was all I wanted to say but my mind is slowly shutting down and I should really get some sleep now lmao

so pls stay safe and healthy, don't forget to stay hydrated and take care of yourself 💕

~ 🌙

my beloved 🌙 anon!!

tumblr is the worst sometimes !! but ahhh i hope things are a little better now since you've sent this message 😭 but you know what, i felt that. i find myself more often than not trying to convince myself that better days are ahead, and sometimes it's true, sometimes it's not. but in the long haul, they'll pass by eventually anyway 🤧

also, never apologize for being cheesy bc guess what? i love cheese. my favorite is gouda. wink wonk! (if you know that reference, ily, but if you don't know, i still ly)

no but really, i feel the same way 🥺 genuinely i cannot express the excitement i feel seeing you in my inbox 😭 you make me feel less like i'm talking into a void, so it's nice to know ppl out there see/hear/read me :( to think you've been here w me since basically the beginning makes it even more special!!💖

i think i might finally(?) be getting over my writer's block!! or slightly over it at least. things have been a little crazy since i'm preparing to study abroad soon (!!), but i definitely have been able to get lots of rest which has honestly been so nice 😌

WAH i'm so glad you enjoyed the prologue for the social club!! i have spent months plotting and planning (and tbh i'm not close to being done) so i'm glad someone out there is enjoying it, even if it's just a tiny chapter! :]

i actually just finished my next chapter for the social club so that's gonna go through a bit of beta reading before i post, but hopefully in the next few days it should be up :))

i hope you've been getting plenty of rest, and staying hydrated and healthy always!!! 🌙 anon, again, always a pleasure and i can't wait to hear back from you again soon!!💖

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artificialqueens · 5 years ago

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Girl I Met On The Internet, 2/? (Crystal x Gigi) - Strawberry

a/n: aaaa i’m so glad everyone liked the first chapter! i think this story will end up staying focused on gigi and crystal for the most part, but there is some (one sided) jankie in this chapter if you’re into that! also: just in case no one got the reference, the nickname crystal gives gigi, ‘georgia rose’,comes from the 1d lyrics “Said her name was georgia rose, and her daddy was a dentist” from their song ‘best song ever’!

gigi: are u okay :( ily crystal

crystal: yeah i just got picked on by this cheerleader that doesnt like me

Technically, she wasn’t lying. Crystal didn’t think it was too bad, considering she really only ever saw Dahlia in history class, but she still made it her mission to make that 45 minutes rough for Crystal whenever possible. This time it was pushing all of Crystal’s belongings off of her desk while she was leaving.

gigi: fuck. im sorry.

crystal: it’s fine dskjdshjgkjf i wish all cheerleaders could take notes from you and jan

gigi: yaaas me and jan invented being nice

gigi: but i was wondering if maybe you could teach me about one direction later tonight?

Crystal had tried to convince the group earlier in the week that One Direction was the best boy band ever, and had only managed to get Jan to agree. She was glad that Gigi had finally come to her senses.

crystal: finally changing your mind? amazayn!

gigi: i regret asking now. take that pun back to 2011!!!!

The rest of the day went as normal. The chat was pretty active, but eventually died down at the end of the school day. Everyone seemed to have plans; Jan was studying, Jaida was going out to hang with friends, Nicky was sleeping, and Heidi was starting a new challenge on the Sims. It appeared to be just her and Gigi, alone in the group chat.

Crystal decided to message Gigi privately, not wanting the rest of the girls to see her go into full stan mode. If someone asked Crystal about her interests, she could go hours before thinking of stopping herself.

crystal: ok miss gigi are you ready for your 1d crash course?

Crystal told Gigi everything she wanted to know and even more. A history of how they got together, way too much information on each of the five boys, telling her the best songs on each album, and making sure that Gigi knew ‘Midnight Memories’ was their best album.

gigi: but ur @ is dedicated to made in the am?? fraud!

crystal: HELPFDFHBJ

crystal: mmcrystal sounds weird… like no thanks

gigi: that was very interesting.. i’ll def listen to midnight memories in the morning <3

crystal: YAY! gigi 1d stan finally

gigi: no promises! :)

Crystal didn’t respond to that, not really knowing what to talk about now. Having a group of friends helped her be less awkward, but it definitely didn’t fix that problem completely.

gigi: do u wanna play 21 questions or something?? to get to know eachother better???

Of course, Crystal jumped at the chance to get to know the other girl better. It started very innocently, asking about favorite colors and foods. Gigi quickly changed that.

gigi: uhh… have u ever kissed a girl?

crystal: sadly no.. my state is full of straight people

gigi: same.. ur turn

crystal: this feels awkward to ask but uhhh….

As soon as she hits send, she instantly regrets it. She backtracks what she had originally typed, desperately trying to come up with another question. Crystal was not able to think of anything else.

gigi: ????

“I guess I’ll have to do it,” Crystal says, talking to absolutely no one. She types it out again, looking away from her phone as she blindly tried to hit the send button, like it would help her situation be any less flustering for her.

crystal: how long have you and nicky been dating?

Would Gigi find it weird that she asked? Gigi was the one who brought up kissing girls, not Crystal, so it would be fine. Right?

gigi: CRYSTAL WHATBDGNHSDMFD

gigi: nicky and i are not dating omg im single

gigi: she’s like my sister. plus i would never do long distance

Crystal was so embarrassed. She was relieved this conversation was taking place through a screen, so Gigi wouldn’t see her blushing face.

She was pleased that she was wrong about the two girls, but Gigi’s answer was upsetting to her.

They asked a few more personal questions before Gigi started asking Crystal would you rather questions instead. Crystal’s favorite out of them was if she would rather get a mullet or dress like a clown every day for the rest of her high school career. The answer was both, obviously.

They spent the rest of the night sending each other stupid questions, giggling to themselves. The later it got, the more Gigi would flirt with her. At least Crystal thought it was flirting.

gigi: it’s really late and i have a test tomorrow so im gonna go to sleep. goodnight, babe

Gigi always would say ‘goodnight, bitch’, and this made Crystal even more confused. The ongoing joke that lesbians had the hardest time telling if a girl is into them or not was one of Crystal’s favorites, but now she couldn’t help but wonder if that was exactly what was happening to her. There was obviously a connection between them, but it was unclear to Crystal if it was just platonic.

It didn’t hit her until later that night, while she was trying to fall asleep, but Crystal wasn’t entirely sure where Gigi lived. She knew they were in the same time zone, but wasn’t sure what state she was in. It was totally possible that Gigi lived in Missouri, but Crystal highly doubted it. Though Gigi obviously trusted Crystal enough to want to play 21 questions with her, she was still very private, and Crystal wasn’t too sure if Gigi would tell her what state she was in.

Crystal fell asleep thinking about her highly unrealistic perfect world, where Gigi lived in Missouri and where Crystal wasn’t just another Nicky.

Crystal got onto Twitter right after waking up the next morning, ready to ask Gigi if she happened to live in Missouri, but quickly got distracted with a very interesting conversation going on in the group chat.

jan!: now i may not be gay but i’m in love with a woman… 2 words jackie

jaida: i- that’s only one word

jan!: fuck

heidi: the way i can’t tell if you’re joking or not

jan!: the way i don’t think i am joking

gigi: YAAS about time u admitted that u like her

crystal: hold on i thought jan was straight?? who’s jackie???

nicky: do you really think a straight person would hang out with us?

crystal: good point

jan!: I AM STRAIGHT! i think? i don’t know i’m so confused.

heidi: jackie is jan’s local @ crystal

gigi: jan be like: im straight.

gigi: but also jan is like: wow jackie is so pretty and she’s so funny and smart i’m going to fail geometry so she can tutor me but no homo!

heidi: the delusion janice has…

jaida: not to be serious but if you think you like jackie, you probably aren’t straight baby. everyone else hush and let her talk

nicky: ^^ yeah jan what happened

jan!: first of all i did not fail geometry i just said we should study together so we did!!! and have been for months! but last night i couldn’t focus at all bc she’s so pretty all i wanted to do was k*ss her out of nowhere

In a way, Crystal could definitely relate. Gigi wasn’t her local, she still didn’t know what the girl looked like, but she still kind of wanted to kiss her. She couldn’t focus on anything besides Gigi sometimes, not like she would ever admit it.

All of the girls had sent many comforting messages addressed to Jan, saying that it was okay, and she has all the time she needs to figure out her feelings. Afterwards, everyone had gone back to being playful. Gigi also tried to convince her to make a move on Jackie, which Jan refused.

gigi: if u talk to her u guys can get married <3

crystal: gigi you’re so stupid i love it

jan!: omg did someone say stupid love??? stream!

gigi: crystal back me up :(

crystal: i might’ve found out who jackie is only 10 minutes ago but i will cry if jan doesn’t talk to her right now

jan!: better start crying bc i dont think i can even look at her now

jaida: that’s not saying much at all. you cried the other day bc gigi sent a pic of her dog

crystal: I AM A NANCY STAN FIRST AND A HUMAN SECOND!!

Crystal knew she looked like an idiot, walking to her locker with her eyes glued to her phone and a dopey smile on her face but she couldn’t care less.

The day actually went well for Crystal. The highlight of her day was finding out that the story she wrote for her creative writing class had gotten the highest grade out of everyone in the class, earning her a piece of candy.

crystal: just got candy and a 99% on my story for class… i truly have the mind of a mastermind

jaida: beauty and intelligence in one combined!

Navigating through the halls was much more difficult when your eyes are glued to your phone, but replying to a meme Jaida sent seemed much more appealing to Crystal than getting to her seventh period without worrying about bumping into someone. And bumping into someone, she did.

“What the actual fuck, weirdo?” Dahlia yelped, looking extremely offended, “Get off of your sad, cracked phone and watch where your dumb ass is going.”

Crystal just stared at her, frozen in fear. Dahlia taunted her daily, but this was very different from how she usually acts towards her. It was quite terrifying.

“I swear to God, if you ever look at me, let alone fucking touch me again-” She continued, but before she could finish her statement, she was interrupted by her friend, Georgina running over and pulling her away.

Crystal didn’t think Georgina shared Dahlia's hatred for her, and Crystal didn’t hate Georgina either. Georgina actually seemed very sweet besides the fact that she had never bothered to step in on the rare occasion Dahlia happened to target Crystal outside of class.

“Can you please leave her alone? We don’t have time for this.” Georgina groaned, looking back at Crystal, flashing her a quick smile, before turning around to escort Dahlia to what Crystal assumed was cheerleading practice.

“But she bumped into me!” Dahlia whined, not used to being interrupted like this.

“Really? Wow, funny. I don’t care.”

Once they were out of sight, Crystal was alone again. She pulled out her phone and went to check if anyone had said anything else in the chat; just Jan freaking out, because Jackie had smiled at her in the hallway.

heidi: everyone say i if you think jan should stop being a baby and ask jackie out

jaida: i

crystal: i

jan!: WTF

jan!: friendship ended with heidi, jaida and crystal. now nicky and gigi are my best friends

jaida: they would say i too if they were online and you know that

jan!: i don’t need friends! they disappoint me!

Crystal decided to not use her phone while she was walking home, not wanting to have a repeat of the Dahlia situation. Her after school routine changed a lot in the past week, making a rule to not check Twitter before completing her homework. Her Twitter addiction was getting worse, but since it was also causing her to be more productive with doing her homework, she saw no issues with it. Once she had finished, she picked up her phone to see that Gigi had messaged her less than a minute ago.

gigi: hey clown :) im done w practice

crystal: WHY AM I A CLOWNDFSHDM

gigi: u just have clown energy. i cant and wont explain

crystal: honestly yeah i see it but can i at least be your clown wife or something

gigi: yeah <3 hey clown wife! i listened to most of midnight memories and it was really good! my fave song is u and i

If that’s not love, then what is? If that’s not friendship, then what is? Crystal had never been able to get anyone to listen to anything she recommended, ever. She was filled with glee, double tapping the message to heart it. It meant a lot to her.

crystal: YAYAYAYAYA im so glad but it looks so ugly when you spell it like that

gigi: my fave song you and i* >:(

crystal: better

gigi: if i have to stop spelling it as u to make you not divorce me i will

Crystal knew deep down it was just a joke, but it made her heart race. The feeling she got every time Gigi would flirt with her was very unfamiliar, but very nice. It didn’t help that Crystal thought ‘You and I’ was one of the most romantic songs One Direction had, she couldn’t help but make the fact Gigi liked it out of all of the other songs into something it was not.

This reminded her of her late night thoughts. She had completely forgotten to ask Gigi where she lived, but the idea didn’t seem the greatest now that she was fully awake. She was still curious though, so against her better judgement she asked, without a segway or anything.

crystal: i forgot to ask but what state do you live in? asking for science

gigi: oh i live in missouri

crystal: omg me too

gigi: i don’t wanna reveal where but this is amazing.. maybe we won’t have to break the distance at all <3

Pleased that she somehow got an answer, Crystal changed the conversation into a discussion of ‘Midnight Memories’, and if Gigi agreed with the opinions Crystal had shared the night before. She did, for the most part and before they knew it, it was time for Gigi to go sleep. Had they really talked all evening?

gigi: i have to get up early so i need to go to sleep but im really glad jan added u to the gc

crystal: and im happy you asked me about one direction!

gigi: me too. ur cute when ur passionate. i hope we can continue to grow closer

crystal: i’d like that.

gigi: goodnight, my clown :)

crystal: goodnight, georgia rose

gigi: U DID NOT

gigi: my full name isnt even georgia and dad isnt even a dentist but i’ll allow it bc i know u think u invented comedy

gigi: ok gn now <33 luv u

crystal: gn!!! sleep well

Crystal wanted them to stay like this forever.

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planetjisungie · 4 years ago

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eunoia- z.cl

characters; slytherin! chenle x slytherin! reader ft gryffindor! jeno, hufflepuff! mark, hufflepuff! hyunjin and more

summary; you aren’t particularly liked in slytherin by the purebloods for either being muggle born or due to your happy friendships with the people in the other houses and chenle tries to hate you like they do, he really does.

an; the final installment of the harry potter series but i will probably do another jisung one and another jeno one and a special chapter that i feel is compulsory ??

okayyyy so slytherin chenle is mean boy™️ on the outside but soft boy™️ on the inside

deep down hes just insecure and wants to fit in

thats why when other slytherins see you with your friends from hufflepuff, ravenclaw and gryffindor they all jeer at you or tease you for being with softies

he joins in, subtly, but he still joins in

so today while you were walking in the halls with hyunjin, having a jolly time as you discussed muggle things (such as favourite snacks, cars, the avengers) you also happened to stumble across chenle and his lil gang (consisting of slytherin! jaemin, slytherin! haechan and slytherin! jisung) hyunjin— despite being a year older than you— latches onto your sleeve for some sort of protection

like what the fuck were you gonna do? theyre bitches to you too, dang (actually you can and will drag them)

but he was being cute boy™️ so you let it slide

i just noticed my sports coaching course is 180 pages long someone stab my eyeballs out

"look its little l/n and the softie" hyuck points at you two

real original man, real orginal

so you just lift a brow- sis you aint that stereotypical bow your head and run to cry lil bitch

and you walk up to them because even though jisung (who is babie and you dont even know why he hangs out with them) is like a foot taller than you, you are not scared of those hoes

"what about it lee? just because you’re incapable of making friends outside of slytherin- or is it because no one wants to be friends with you?"

boom. mic drop.

im sorry hyuck bby ily

so the boys are kinda like uh what it bites? didnt know it could do that

so you and hyunjin actually skrted now because you literally wouldnt put it past them to hex you or sumn

chenles still frozen like ooh they spicy (i got 3racha wow vibes from this)

but even if he didnt say anything he feels kinda bad yeno

so fast forward two years, slytherins are actually warming up to you despite the fact that youre friends with the others because wow you’re actually fun to be around

but ofc the little bitchboys are still petty over what you said to hyuck in second year about him not being able to make friends

mainly because the point was proven and he literally couldnt make any friends outside slytherin which purely infuriated him because he hates being wrong

but chenle got a small crush on you

hyuck 2.0 but he doesnt pull pranks on you, instead he kinda teases you

definitely not because he likes how it either makes you flustered or the way you try to look angry and you end up looking cute

so obvs gryffindor and slytherin have potions together because why wouldnt they duh

and theres a project to make the draught of peace potion which i really fucking need my anxiety levels are 📈

and you get paired with chenle!

just kidding you get paired with the most popular gryffindor, lee jeno

you wouldn’t call him a friend, but he’s a little more than an acquaintance too so you know eachother pretty decently

chenle got paired with mark lee, the gryffindor resident fluffy boy who plays guitar in the common room and sings and has managed to capture half of the girls’ hearts

the other half belong to hyunjin- who is still your best friend may i add

chenle is kinda butthurt about this and mark notices

attentative king

so at the end of the lesson mark goes up to the teacher and asks to switch partners

keep in mind he will probably expect a favour from you later

so the next potions lesson youre confused when jeno is with mark and youre with chenle

"wait what?! why him?!"

ouch rip chenle

but but but

as you guys spend lessons making the potion

you find out hes not that bad

and when you smile around him more, his crush for you just grows goddamn it

stop im sweating man it was 40° or smth earlier my legs r sticking to my bedsheets ew

and so he starts opening up more around you

he becomes a vulnerable baby around you, you know his biggest insecurities

and now you understand why he teased you so much

and you make a big effort to also become a good friend of his because youre a nice person like that

and hes extremely grateful

and he becomes himself more around you just as you had to him

hes still kinda annoying in the halls but you understand

and youre like catching feelings for REAL chenle

not fake bitch meanie chenle

GWAGON GWAGON GWAGON

and so you tell him exactly that

not gwagon— the feelings thing

and he dllfoeofozldloeld internally combusts

cutie

and chenle is a MAN

so he says he likes you too, and the next day you both stick togther

hyunjins like what the fuck

the boys are like what the fuck

jisung claps happily bc hes a cute babie

hyucks kinda annoyed bc remember ?! you dissed him years ago !! how could chenle?

he gets over his petty ass after mark talks to him tho

and everyone just has to get used to the sudden change of chenle being a bit rude to you to now him being affectionate and soft

only with you though

and mark actually asked you to bring him frosted shreddies back from home

#nct #nct dream #mark #mark lee #chenle #nct hogwarts au #nct dream hogwarts au #hogwarts au #zhong chenle #slytherin chenle

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barnesandrogersfanfics · 5 years ago

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Rose Coloured Glasses - Part 9

A/N: Bit of a shorter chapter to move us along!

Thank you to everyone who is liking/sharing this fic it means so much! ILY 💕

"Frank.... what are you doing here?"

"I really needed to see you, to explain about earlier"

"Nows not a great time"

"Please? I feel awful"

"Cant this wait until tomorrow? Im about to have dinner...." a phone ringing from the living room made me look over my shoulder and Frank was trying to look around me.

"You already have company?" He asked looking surprised that i wasn't alone.

"I..."

Just as i was about to answer Andy came walking out now wearing his suit jacket and coat and Frank scoffed shaking his head as if everything in the world made sense now.

"Hey, i gotta go pick up Jacob" he said to me before looking at Frank and the two exchanging their usual greeting "thanks for locking up tonight i owe you" he patted some keys in his pocket "see you in the morning?"

"Of course"

"Okay, goodnight"

"Goodnight" he smiled at me as moved around Frank and headed to his car, i couldn't help but notice how much he turned back to look at me.

"Guess i know why you wouldn't invite me in..."

"What?"

"You sleeping with him?"

"No! God Frank we're not all like you jumping bed to bed! He came to pick up the office keys" i lied about why Andy was really there.

"Sorry, guess i got a little jealous"

I couldn't help but laugh at Franks words, he was the one sleeping with other people and his saying he got jealous??

"Its not funny....."

"It kinda is considering your the one who decided to slut it around town"

"I..... please can we talk inside?"

A pizza delivery vehicle parked up and young boy came rushing over to hand over my pizza.

"Thank you" i smiled passing him the money and taking the pizza, the boy smiled and was soon back in his car driving away.

"You hungry?" I offered still unsure if this was a good idea but i was starving and Frank didn't show any sign of leaving.

"Sure, i could eat" he nodded following me inside.

Frank made himself at home quickly and i had to admit it was nice to have him around again....I had missed him. But i had to remember he would never be the guy to commit to just one person and i didn't want to think about him with other women when he wasn't with me.

"So i guess we should talk about the other morning?"

"Not really, it was pretty obvious what was going on Frank. Im not stupid" i scoffed.

"I didnt mean for it to happen.... i was more than happy with what we had going on" he motioned between the two of us "we were great together, we had fun right?"

"Im not saying we didn't have fun, i was enjoying what we had" i told him honestly "really enjoying it! But seeing you with that woman....."

"Look i only hooked up with her because i was pissed you couldn't make it.... i had far too much to drink and one thing lead to another...."

"Wow..... you were pissed at me?? I told you why i couldn't make it. Its not like i just couldn't be bothered! You try dealing with hundreds of questions about a dead kid all day and then feel up to partying! i was exhausted! I told you id reschedule its not like id never go meet your friends"

"Im sorry okay, can't we just put this behind us and carry on...?"

"I cant Frank i'm sorry. Seeing you with that woman made me realise i'm not okay with the casual dating thing. The thought that when your not with me your probably fucking some other woman..... i can't do it"

"But you knew what this was..."

"And i thought i could deal with that" i shrugged "i need someone i trust not to hurt me. I need that commitment..."

"And you think your gonna get that from Andy Barber?"

"What?? This isn't about him! Why do you keep bringing Andy up?"

"Incase your forgetting sweetheart, Andy is married. He cant give you what you need either"

"I think you should go, this conversation isn't going anywhere. You cant give me what i need.... your scared to commit to one person and thats what i need. Im sorry Frank, i loved our time together i really did".

"I can try....."

"Its not what you want" i shook my head "you'd get bored with me in no time and then you'd go find someone else"

"You don't know that" he looked at me with sad eyes but shook his head because he knew i was right.

"We can still be friends but thats all i can give you right now. Maybe in the future if you ever decide to settle down things might be different"

"Well i know where to come if that ever happens" he chuckled "but yeah id like us to be friends still..." he reached out and pulled me into his arms holding me tight, he buried his face in my neck and pressed a kiss under my ear.

"I should go" he finally said standing up grabbing his jacket from the chair "thanks for the pizza".

"We should do it again, we can watch a movie and hang out"

"Sounds great sweetheart" he pressed a quick kiss to my forehead and then he left without a word.

After throwing out the empty pizza box i settled on the sofa with a fresh beer. A new episode of The Walking Dead was about to start when my phone lit up with a message. I looked and saw Andy's name, my heart started racing and i suddenly felt very nervous!

Andy: Hey, everything okay there with Frank?

I couldn't help but laugh a little and shake my head.

Y/N: You checking up on me? Lol

Andy: No? Lol

Andy: Kinda..... i know you two were close

Y/N: Nothings going on i promise, he stayed for some pizza while we talked things through and then he left.

Andy: Good. I hated leaving you like that.

Andy: are you okay about what happened with us?

Y/N: didn't i seem okay about it then? Lol i thought it was pretty obvious that i was into it.

Andy: just checking lol i'm a bit rusty at all this.....

Y/N: its all good i promise :)

Y/N: What are you up to anyway?

Andy: looking over Patz's file trying to find something.... anything that might help. Im not getting anything but a headache.

Y/N: You should go get some sleep, have a look at it again tomorrow with fresh eyes. I could meet you at the office and go over it with you?

Andy: yeah? You wouldn't mind?

Y/N: Not at all

Andy: Okay, i think i'll take your advise and pack up for the night. I'll see you in the morning?

Y/N: Yeah, i'll bring the good coffee ;) Goodnight Andy xx

Andy: Your the best! Goodnight Y/N xx

Little did i know the shit storm that was about to hit tomorrow, this was definitely the calm before the storm!

Everything taglist: @jesseswartzwelder @dumblani @barnesandrogersworld @patzammit

Rose Coloured Glasses taglist: @readermia @princess-evans-addict @jennmurawski13 @matsumama @ex-bloodjunkie @kaithezaftig @rynabarnesrogers @rainbowkisses31

#sebastian stan #chris evans #bucky x reader #reader insert #steve rogers #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #steve x reader #eb!frank #eb!frank x reader #andy barber x reader #andy barber #endings beginnings #defending jacob #rose coloured glasses

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writer-rochelle · 5 years ago

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Statesman: Ablaze Ch.2: Off the Grid

(a/n: here is chapter 2 of the one thing im super frickin proud of. thank you @pomelloe-me for bullying me in our shared google doc to make sure i get things done. ily <3)

“Can you leave the window down? My car smells like fucking fried chicken, and while it may be your fave food it's not mine.” Alicia said, shutting her car engine off. Pom chuckled, obliging her friend’s request. Both women stretched, their joints popping, as they clambered out of the small car and started their walk up the small driveway.

The Agents had opted to live as far away from the brewery as they could, wanting to make a safe and work free environment for them to escape to. It was a pale green 3 story victorian house with white accents, and a small front porch. Two white rocking chairs moved slightly in the wind, and a white porch swing on the far right end swayed with them. A black and white rip n dip doormat sat under a black double front door, the words "go away" floated next to a white cat flipping any visitors off. A purchase Pom had made while online shopping in the wee early hours of the night. One that Alicia and Dena had found rather hilarious and Carey had simply shaken her head.

“I’m gonna murder your boyfriend, he’s as dumb as a fucking rock, I swear it!” Alicia exclaimed, walking towards the front door of the shared home, twisting her head this way and that in a vain attempt to pop her still stiff neck. She could hear Pom curse at her under her breath. “What was that? Use your words miss ma’am” Alicia teased, knowing Tequila was a nuisance for Pom. He had been Alicia's friend first, and one-day on a whim she had invited them to a carnival accompanying the rodeo that was in town. Soon, the three of them were inseparable. Tequila however soon developed feelings for Pom, his endless pining no secret to anyone. The ex-rodeo clown meant well, and when he wasn't trying to convince the southern beauty to go two-stepping with him, the two got along very well.

“I said he ain’t my fuckin’ boyfriend,” Pom responded, she was frustrated but smiled all the same. She reciprocated the crush but put her job as a Statesman agent first. She refused to let anyone or anything jeopardize her career. The brunette removed the brown cowboy hat sitting on her head, using it to fan herself in the heat, waiting for Alicia to unlock the front door.

“Whatever you say!” Alicia sang, throwing the door open. Pom followed the woman into the entryway, shutting and locking the door behind her. The smell of delicious food wafted towards where the two girls stood, as they began dispensing the arsenal of personal weapons they had into their designated shelves in the entryway. Pom hung her hat on the hook on the wall next to the door. Alicia groaned, taking her box braids out of the ponytail she had forced them into, massaging her scalp.

"I don't know how you can stand having those things pulled back like that!" Pom said, emptying her pistols before placing them back in their holsters.

"Trust me, one I'm gonna shave my head, and I only kept them in because I spent so much on them for that one assignment. Why waste money? Carey Ann, is that your cooking I smell?" Alicia called, making her way further into the house. She paused a moment, kicking her shoes off in the mudroom off to the left.

“Yup! I’m in the kitchen, y’all! Make sure you leave your shoes in that mudroom, I just swept!”’ Carey called out to them from the direction of the kitchen.

Whatever she had been making since she had come home had made the house warm and cozy, the warmth of the oven lightly combating the aircon. Carey was the oldest of the four women living in that house. She had recently moved to New York, assisting Agent Whiskey in running the New York office. Occasionally, she would return to their humble abode in Kentucky. Most household responsibilities fell on her, their other roommate Dena had been away for almost a year on assignment in Europe seeking out an alleged brother agency. Usually, Pom and Alicia were left to their own devices, sticking to take-out orders, or the occasional soup and grilled cheese combo Alicia cooked up. It wasn't often Alicia or Pom cooked, let alone cleaned. It was nice to have their Agent Mom back in town.

Pom hastily unzipped the sides of her boots, sliding them off to reveal her cute space patterned socks, ‘The best feeling ever is taking your shoes off after a fuckin’ long day of work.’ she thought to herself. Pom’s hair stuck up in odd angles, no secret the hat that had been resting on her head all day. She combed her fingers through it, the brown tresses fell to her shoulders in thick, uncontrollable waves.

“It’s good to see you here, and not on a fucking screen, ma’am.” Alicia snooped through the pots on the stove, hungrily eyeing Carey’s homemade fried pork chops, mashed potatoes, and mac & cheese warming idly on the stove. Alicia only two kinds of southern cooking, her Grandma Beaulah's, and Carey's (a close second).

"Yeah, bitch. I thought you might have forgotten about us.” Pom called out from the living room, where she had placed herself comfortably down on the couch, flicking through something on her phone. She sighed, still no response from Whiskey. Had she upset him without realizing it? ‘Fuckin’ Whiskey, I wish he could’ve told me instead of ignoring me like a dumbass.’ she thought, shutting off her phone and tossing it to the other end of the couch.

“Well, if y’all acted 24 and 25 years old and not little children, you wouldn’t need me to come home to cook and clean for y’all. Dena hasn’t even been here and she still keeps her room clean!” Carey teased, swatting Alicia’s hands away from the food. Even if she had been present, Dena and Carey were definitely the neatest of the four. Carey had tried in vain to get the other two younger women to help, even going so far as to leave everything to pile up. It had taken a roach crawling across Alicia's face one night in her sleep to finally get them to step up. Now they kept a chore list on a dry erase board in the laundry room, and the katsaridaphobic agent no longer left dirty dishes in her room.

“Girl, they’re clean. And for the record, Pom and I do take care of ourselves! For example, I did all the laundry in the house and Pom got rid of that possum that was living in the roof. Perfectly responsible.” Alicia said smugly, giggling as Pom chimed in quietly from her spot on the couch about the ‘Cunt ass possum that tried to eat her fucking face even though she had given him a slice of ham as a fucking peace offering headass’.

“Pom, why don’t you come join us instead of mumbling with your colorful vocabulary from the couch; the food is ready.” Carey laughed, shaking her head at her roommate's antics. She grabbed the rolls out the oven, before removing her apron and oven mitts. She moved to pull a pitcher of sweet tea out of the fridge, and then stood back proudly to admire her work. Dinner was served.

“You sound like my fuckin’ mom,” Pom uttered as she hoisted herself up from the couch, making her way into the kitchen to wash her hands.

“I may as well be. But enough bickering, I missed y'all two!” Carey said, carrying her plate of food to the table where Alicia already sat eating.

“I’m not really hankerin’ for anything, but thanks, Carey. I love you…fuck head.” Pom told Carey with her unique version of affection, leaning against the island in the kitchen and removing her rusty-colored jacket from her body. Pom's jokes and colorful nicknames were her own brand of love, and while it was offputting the first time she called you something like "hoe bag", you learned to acknowledge the underlying "I love you".

“Well at least stay and sit with us, I’ve got something to tell y’all,” Carey said, patting the chair next to her. She needed to tell somebody about how she and Jack had recently started seeing each other. She figured he had already told Tequila, and felt justified in telling the girls. Pom sat down in the chair with a grunt after placing her jacket on the table.

“Oh do tell, this wouldn’t happen to do with a certain mustached cowboy would it?” Alicia batted her eyelids, and suggestively wiggled her eyebrows. Pom knew exactly what this conversation was going to lead to. She wasn’t a fucking idiot; she noticed every small exchange between Carey and Whiskey, it was just something she had an eye for. The two had known each other for over two years and had recently started to go out with each other seriously. It was a wonder they hadn't started fooling around sooner.

“W-well...about that” Carey giggled nervously, maybe she wouldn’t tell them after all.

“Don’t give me that bullshit, Carey Ann! Are you fucking Ole Jack Daniels?!” Alicia exclaimed, pointing her fork accusingly at the shorter Agent. Pom couldn’t help herself from letting out a loud chuckle, moving her long legs to sit cross-legged on the chair.

“Alright, fine. Whiskey and I may or may not have been seeing each other exclusively for the past year while I’ve been back and forth from New York.” Carey said, casually taking a sip from her glass of tea, the clinking ice cubes being the only sound for a brief moment.

“I fuckin’ knew it!” Agent Rum pronounced with great amusement, looking over at Carey with a menacing smile.

“YAS BITCH, OH MY GOD! Tell us everything, and I do mean everything!” Alicia said, standing up and playfully pulling Carey into a noogie.

The girls laughed, Carey pushed Alicia back into her chair before smoothing out her blonde curly hair. Carey was glad that the girls hadn’t reacted negatively like she thought they would. She had missed this comradery with the girls while staying in New York; she leaned forward fully retelling everything that had been happening. It was nice to finally be home.

* * * * *

Pom Graham was awake earlier than the rest of her housemates, as usual. Most nights she would stay up until midnight listening to her favorite kinds of music and trying to gain motivation to do her beloved hobby of painting. But she never slept for long as her natural body clock woke her up just a few short hours after she fell asleep. Still, she was always filled with so much energy.

Pom tip-toed out of her room and down the flight of stairs in hopes of not waking her friends. She was already dressed in her usual outfit that the others rarely saw her out of. The living space downstairs was decorated with rustic, but comfortable furniture and pots of greenery scattered around. Photographs and posters could be found on the walls.

She threw herself on to the couch in front of the large, technologically advanced television. With a press of a button on the remote, the screen came to life with the morning news channel. ‘Boring.’ Pom thought, ‘Carey must have been watching it last.’

“The daughter of beloved Kentucky senator, Xavier Dobios, is still missing and it’s sending everybody into quite the state of distress…..” Said the monotone voice of the news reporter on the TV. Pom scoffed at his words.

“Fuck off, ‘beloved my ass’” Pom returned in a sharp whisper, smiling with amusement. She clicked another button and the kid’s channel started to play. Pom never really liked to watch television, but when she did, she would always turn on the channel that entertained her most.

“Good morning, Pomegranate.” Came Carey’s sweet but groggy voice from the doorway leading into the kitchen. Carey was dressed in cute, pink pajamas and her hair was quite the mess. She let out a big yawn.

“Mornin’, you’re up early,” Pom responded, turning her head to give Carey a nice smile. Carey walked back into the kitchen to start preparing coffee and breakfast for herself and her housemates.

“What do you want for breakfast? And I know you don’t like coffee, so what do you want to drink?” Carey asked from the kitchen to Pom. She sat there thinking for a moment before answering.

“Peanut butter toast. And some water. Bless your heart, Carey.” Pom returned gently. Carey was surprised to see how calm she was. She was used to seeing the hot-tempered, mischievous, and swearing version of Pom. But she appreciated seeing this side to her too because Carey knew that’s who she really is. Pom never failed to make her laugh and smile.

Carey made food and coffee with the sound of Pom watching the kid’s channel playing in the background. Alicia probably wasn’t going to be awake for a few more hours but Carey poured her a cup of warm coffee just in case.

“I don’t know how you have so much energy all the time, Pom,” Carey said as she sat on the couch next to Pom, handing her the plate of peanut butter toast and a glass of water. She sipped on her own cup of coffee just the way she liked it.

“I’ve consumed so much fuckin’ sugar in my life that I’m constantly on a sugar high.” Pom joked to her friend, smiling. Carey laughed, the sound mixing the soft sounds of the old Victorian settling over them. It wasn’t often they got a morning to themselves, and they knew they’d have to head to work soon, but for now, HQ could wait.

“GOOD MORNING VIETNAM!” Alicia yelled, bounding in the kitchen shattering the quiet moment the girls had settled into with their breakfast. Carey and Pom sighed, watching as she effortlessly leaped onto the island in the middle of the kitchen. Her gray sweatpants slung low on her hips, her lilac sleep shirt wrinkled, and her braids still wrapped up in the bonnet on her head; she looked crazy.

“What in Sam Hill are you doing?!” Carey said, standing up and rushing to try and push the taller woman off.

“I have some good news, bitches! Dena’s coming home sooner than we thought!” Alicia was elated, it had been almost two months since Agent Sangria had been in contact with Statesman, and more importantly her roommates. She had been advised to keep all communications, few and far in between. Should there be a brother agency, it would be in Statesman's best interest to not alert them of their presence in their territory; what if they were a rogue organization? The return of the lively Latina was definitely a cause for celebration.

“Wait, how do you know?” Carey asked, realizing that Alicia wasn’t budging off her pedestal. She looked over at Pom who looked just as puzzled as she was, no one had any recent contact with Dena. Everything had been dark. Pom got off the couch to get closer to them.

“Well, as y’all know, I spend most of my free time in the lab with Ginger. And I was able to create a concealable communication device!” Alicia said proudly, taking what looked like a normal bottle of concealer. But the girls knew better, Alicia was a crazy tech wiz and inventor. Her and Ginger both could put Tony Stark to shame.

“How does that shit even work… it’s fuckin’ makeup.” Pom questioned. She couldn’t remember the last time she had set foot in the lab, or the last time she wore makeup. Pom would rather be training and being troublesome with the male agents than behind a vanity or in a lab coat.

“Listen, I know it looks a little out of sorts but I promise it works! And the cosmetic part of the contraption is fully functional.” Alicia opened the packaging and did a swatch of the makeup on her arm. A perfect match.

“Say we can’t take any phones or even our glasses with us? Who’s gonna suspect a woman with a compact mirror and bottle of concealer? The idea is we use the idea of the fragile female that men have created against them. But my feminist spiel aside, I talked to Dena and she should be here by the end of next week!” Alicia got down from the counter, slipping her “concealer” into the front pocket of her black backpack.

Pom leaned against the counter as she smiled, "You’re a genius.” She said to Alicia softly.

“I’m no Ginger Ale, but I try! Also, I’ve been making a bat prototype for you in the lab! I meant to surprise you for your birthday but I can’t wait any longer.” Pom smiled at this. Alicia started to continue but paused. The Statesman designated ringtone grew louder from where it was playing on their tv. Well, duty calls.

The three agents made their way into the living room, Carey grabbing the remote from its spot on the ottoman. Once they had all settled themselves on the comfy couch, she pressed the answer button.

“Good morning, Angels!” Champagne greeted; the great window behind his head visible on the tv screen. It wasn’t uncommon for Champ to contact them while they were at home; saving more discreet missions for the four of them to take care of. It saved time, resources, and quite frankly more lives than if they were to send Whiskey, Tequila, or any of the other male agents instead. Hence the moniker, “Angels”.

“Good morning, Champ!” Alicia crowed, shifting to sling her legs across Pom and Carey’s laps making herself comfortable. Pom hastily grabbed Alicia’s feet from her lap and started to tickle them with no remorse, and her loud and mischievous laughs filled the room.

“Would y’all stop? Jesus Christ.” Carey said, pushing Alicia’s legs off the couch and inserting herself between her and Pom. “Sorry, Champ, continue please!” Carey said, turning her attention back to the man on the screen. Pom was holding back her laughter as best as she could.

“Well, when y’all are done horsing around, I have something for y’all to take care of. As you know, the senator is hiding his daughter trying to make it seem like she’s been kidnapped. Tonight, he is hosting a gala to impress some of the big wigs in the country and gain more support. I need y’all to infiltrate the gala and expose this sun’ a bitch before he can carry this tomfoolery on any longer.”

“Do I gotta dress all fancy and shit?” Pom asked, pulling her jacket tighter around herself. She had makeup, she hated dresses, and if she didn't hate her unruly hair getting in her face, she'd hate doing it too.

“I would prefer it if you did. The senator is very conservative, and has a strict dress code for this event.” Champagne said. Pom sighed angrily at this.

“Awe, c’mon, Pomegranate. I thought you liked playing dress up.” the screen expanded to show that none other than Agent Whiskey sat next to Champagne at the grand mahogany meeting room table.

“Whiskey!” Pom exclaimed with joy. A big grin was on her face now. She tucked her messy waves of hair behind her ears. Pom could feel her heart racing with pure happiness. Whiskey was the closest thing she had to a father, and she practically glowed in his attention.

“Howdy darlin’, you ready to join your old man on the dance floor?” Whiskey tipped his hat, grinning at the young agent.

The adopted father and daughter duo were the best partnership to come out of Statesman; Whiskey having taken Pom under his wing, saying that he saw himself in her. A troubled girl who needed a little guidance and TLC, and had unfathomable potential. Whiskey had promised Pom’s mother that he would ensure that the young woman would be taken care of while she was in the states. A promise that had been well kept.

“While I’m all for sappy reunions, I need you, girls, to get gussied up and make your way to that gala ASAP! I’m sending Whiskey to pick y’all up at 0800, We got a party to crash.” Champagne said, ending the video call.

Alicia stood and looked at her phone, an invitation addressed to a Penelope Vontrapp, and associates lit up her screen. “Well Miss Pom, or should I say Miss Penelope; it looks like you get to play the part of the daughter of some rich oil tycoon.”

“Fuck you, I’m not wearing any fuckin’ makeup!!” Pom said while jumping off the couch to sprint up to her room before the others could stop her.

“YOU’RE LUCKY THEY’RE MAKING A BIG DONATION IN YOUR HONOR! OTHERWISE, I’D BE FORCING YOU INTO A DRESS AND PUTTING SOME BLUSH ON THOSE CHEEKS!” Alicia shouted up the stairs, knowing that Pom was going to put on the same suede pantsuit she wore to all Statesman functions. It would be a cold day in hell before anyone forced her into a dress, and Alicia knew better than to even try and wrestle her into one.

“Will you curl my hair, please? May as well get some joy out of tonight.” Carey remarked, making her way up the stairs. Alicia noticed the sad air around her friend, she stopped reaching out to grab her friend's arm.

“What’s wrong? You were all chipper early, now you’re all….” Alicia made a fart noise with her mouth, hoping it would bring a small smile to her Carey’s face.

“It’s nothing, I promise. Just forget it, okay?” Carey pulled her arm away, continuing up the stairs. But it wasn’t really anything. Was it right for her to feel a little envious that Whiskey hadn’t acknowledged her? Had Champ told him something? Or was she just overthinking? Either way, they had a mission to focus on, and this worrying and pining could wait.

(a/n: thank you all for reading and standing by while i get in the swing of things. i now have a masterlist, and post with who and what yall can request will be coming soon. <3 roach)

#Statesman:Ablaze #agent whiskey x reader #agent whiskey x oc #agent tequila x reader #agent tequila x oc #agent whiskey fic #oc fic #jack daniels #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal x reader #Pedro Pascal #kingsman golden circle #statesman

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multicalore · 5 years ago

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Three Ships

a/n: this is my fic for the @grishaversebigbang ! chapter 1 is below and on ao3 :) thank u to everyone in our gang for helping put it all together <3 ily

corporalki: @breatheinpurejoy @justcity

materialki: @catpidgeon @magicalcatwhisperer @raynecreates @riseofskvalker

summary: Three months have passed since the events of Crooked Kingdom, and with only half the gang left in Ketterdam, there hasn’t been much happening. Until Kaz Brekker arrives at the Van Eck mansion with a job proposal to Wylan and Jesper: steal Heleen Van Houden’s precious gem collection.

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22072123/chapters/52674775

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KAZ

Kaz Brekker walked the streets of Ketterdam a rich man.

Of course, he had been a rich man before, but the Ice Court job made him an even richer man. And although Kaz Brekker definitely liked being a rich man, he never turned down a job with the perks of accumulating even more kruge and becoming, you guessed it, an even richer man. That was the thing that made Kaz the most feared man in the Barrel: he always said yes. Taking so many risks was a death wish for anyone with common sense, but not only was Kaz Brekker a rich man, he was also a very skilled lockpick and thief.

Everyone’s knowledge that he would never turn down a job, whether it be because of pride or pure skill, was why he was now strolling across the Geldstraat with his hat, his cane, and a job proposal in mind for the current two inhabitants of the Van Eck Mansion.

One week earlier, a man named Vincent Krutzen had approached Kaz in the Crow Club and informed him of a job that needed doing, and who better to ask than Kaz Brekker? Kaz had listened patiently to Krutzen’s elaborate description of his game plan- which Kaz would obviously not follow, because he was Dirtyhands, and Dirtyhands didn’t need anyone telling him how to or how not to conduct his missions- until he butted in and asked Krutzen, “what makes you think that I will be doing this alone?”

Krutzen stumbled over his words. “I apologize, Mister Brekker. You are welcome to invite a crew to complete the job, if it is what you wish?”

“Of course I will be taking a crew with me. I may be the most skilled thief in Ketterdam, Vincent Krutzen, but surely you cannot expect me to steal such a highly ranked individual’s jewels all by myself?” Kaz said.

“A highly ranked individual?”

Kaz nodded. “To steal their jewels is a risky heist, but it’s nothing I haven’t done before.” He fought the urge to smirk. Word had never ended up getting out that Kaz and his crew of six had breached the Ice Court three months before, and he planned to keep it that way.

‘By all means, Mister Brekker, you are allowed a crew for a job as daring as this. But keep in mind that you will have to split the reward.’ The tone in his voice said that he knew how Kaz liked his money, and they were both businessmen, and who didn’t like a crisp stack of kruge at the end of the day?

‘Of course. I am not that selfish when it comes to sharing what I earn, Krutzen. How much do you propose?’

‘Eight million kruge.’

‘Ten.’

‘Mister Brekker, eight million is how much the buyer in Ravka is offering. It is not up to me.’ Krutzen articulated.

Kaz went to stand up and leave, saying, ‘Ten million kruge. No more, no less. If you refuse, then you will simply have to find another man in the Barrel to take on this job. And he will probably be dead by the end of it.’

Krutzen also stood from his chair, raising his hands, but with a rigid expression on his face. ‘Fine. Fine. Ten million kruge. But I expect all of the jewels intact, no damaged gems. I hope you will be able to provide that, Mister Brekker.’

Kaz frowned. ‘You are the one asking me, Krutzen. Surely you should know that all of my work is completed in such a way that they end up paying me more than they offered in the first place.’

And then he left, swinging open the doors of the Crow Club and letting his cloak get swept behind him in the rush of the wind.

***

When Kaz arrived at the Van Eck mansion, he took a few minutes to compose himself. He had not seen Wylan nor Jesper since the Ice Court heist, and although he would never admit it, he missed them.

Kaz Brekker and Jesper Fahey had been mutual acquaintances since Kaz first joined the Dregs. They’d had a few scraps over time, especially after he had sold them out to the Dime Lions, but their history had kept them together. He was prone to making mistakes- but always proved himself with his shooting skills. Not to mention that without the help from his father, Colm Fahey, they may not have escaped the aftermath of the heist with so little casualties.

Wylan Van Eck, the exiled son of mercher Jan Van Eck, had shown himself to indeed be helpful with his knowledge of the layout of the Ice Court, and his minor expertise in demolitions. Everybody had doubted Wylan at first- and if he was honest, Kaz wasn’t completely convinced either- due to his youthful looks.

Kaz walked up to the big brass knocker on the front door. It was in the shape of an anchor, a serpent coiled around it. He thought for a moment if he should just pick the lock and enter unannounced, but it seemed uncalled for. So he simply adjusted his hat and knocked on the door.

He stood there, leaning on his cane, for a few minutes. The mansion was quite large, and although most people who lived in a house this big would hire servants or maids to wait round every corner, Wylan and Jesper didn’t strike him as the entitled type.

Just as Kaz was about to turn away from the mansion and rethink why he had thought this would be a good idea, the tall door opened with an almighty creak and a head of red-gold curls peered round the door.

‘Kaz!’ Wylan exclaimed, opening the door fully.

Wylan had not changed much at all in the three months that Kaz had distanced himself from the others. He still looked about twelve years old, with his ruddy curls and curious eyes, and a complexion as pale and smooth as a sheet of paper. There was something about his air, though, that made Kaz feel as though he should bow. It was probably the responsibility of taking over an entire mansion that had made this change to Wylan’s aura.

Wylan stepped aside to let Kaz in. He was looking at Kaz rather peculiarly, holding so many questions about his missing time that needed answering inside his head.

Kaz swept into the hall, his cloak blowing behind him and twirling his cane.

‘You hold up this place pretty nice, merchling.’ He said, looking around the room.

‘I try, Kaz.’ There was an amused tinge to his voice that Kaz had not heard before.

He looked at Wylan as if to ask, where’s Jesper?, and knowing what he meant, Wylan turned to the stairway and shouted ‘Jes!’.

Kaz’s eyebrows lifted. ‘A little bit louder than what I’m used to, Wylan.’

‘It’s very inconvenient,’ Wylan sighed. ‘I never know where he is, and it doesn’t help that this house is so big.’

Their attempt at small talk was interrupted as Jesper’s lanky silhouette made its way down the stairs.

‘Kaz?’

Kaz rolled his eyes. ‘It’s me, Fahey.’

Jesper reached the bottom of the stairs and wrapped his one of his arms around Wylan’s shoulders. The hint of a blush fought its way onto the latter boy's face while he seemed to be very interested in the carpet.

Kaz watched as Jesper’s mouth turned into a grin. ‘Long time no see, Brekker.’

‘It’s only been three months. Don’t start worshipping the ground I walk on just yet.’ Kaz replied.

After a moment of silence, Kaz said, ‘I have a proposal for you. And I don’t care if you don’t want to do it because you’re already rich. A man can never have enough money.’

‘What do you propose?’ Jesper asked.

Kaz smirked. ‘I’ve received an offer of thirteen million kruge, for performing the daring act of stealing the prized gem collection of a certain someone.’

Jesper and Wylan looked at each other, as if saying, oh no, not again. ‘Who?’ Wylan asked.

‘We all know our friend Heleen van Houden, yes?’

Wylan stared at Kaz, mouth agape. ‘Tante Heleen? As in, Heleen of the Menagerie? Kaz, you’re crazy. We can’t do that!’

Kaz said, ‘Of course we can do it. We broke into the Ice Court anonymously and successfully returned, didn’t we? It’s very possible to sneak into a meagre old mansion and steal some diamonds.’

Wylan looked to the side and then at his shoes, staying silent. Then he looked to Jesper, who had recovered from his own disbelief.

‘If nobody says anything, I’ll just leave with my offer and pretend I never asked you.’ Kaz said eventually.

Jesper narrowed his eyes at Kaz. ‘Just say you missed us, you bastard.’

Kaz replied, ‘Never.’

#idk how links work did i do it right #i doubt it #someone help me put art links on here lmao im HOPELESS #um anyway here r the tags #grishaverse big bang #gvbb #grishaverse #six of crows #soc #crooked kingdom #ck #kaz brekker #wylan van eck #jesper fahey #nina zenik #inej ghafa #matthias helvar #kuwei yul bo #leigh bardugo

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hi babe !!! i’m starting on my journey through the whole bitchin’ series today !!! and i just wanted to say that it really reminds me of that 70’s show (even if i know urs is set in the 80’s lmao) !!! and i want to congratulate u on the job well done !!!

All the bitchin’ asks I didn’t get to answer in time uwu. Spoilers ahead:

prince-jjk said: just read your beyond the story for bitchin’ and i literally cried twice 🥺 especially in the 10yrs later when, for the wedding gift, jk gives y/n the contract they wrote all the way back when they barely knew eachother, that part just made me be like skfkskckskfkd on the inside, that was adorable.

Anonymous said: bitchin is so soft 🥺 it was love at first chapter for me, i loved watching y/n and jk grow throughout the story both together and on their own and i love all the soft lil moments and reading every chapter warmed my heart so damn much 🥺 thank you 💕

Anonymous said: okay so i finally read bitchin’ all in one day and 🥺🥺🥺🥺 they are both idiots i love them sm,, thank u for writing such an incredible story!!💕💗💕💘💗

Anonymous said: MISS ROSE?!?!?!?! BITCHIN' IS BACK AND WITH YOUR BEHIND THE SCENES COMMENTARY?!?! I'VE NEVER BEEN MORE EXCITED MA'AM!! AND WELCOME BACK QUEEN WE'VE MISSED YOU AND THESE LOVABLE DORKS!!!!💛💓💙💕💜💖💚💞❤💘💗

Anonymous said: I LOVED WHAT YOU POSTED FOR BITCHIN OMGGG i actually LOVE seeing behind the scenes of writing so i really enjoyed reading about the details of bitchin. nOT TO MENTION HOW CUTE THE EPILOGUE WAS PLEASE I DONT THINK ILL EVER GET OVER THEM but overall i really liked it and thank you so so so so so so so much for this

Anonymous said: i swear Yara and Taehyung do be the cutest couple :(

beifong-bitch said: So im new around here and just started reading bitchin and oh god- I KEEP IMAGINING TAES VOICE SOUNDING LIKE THAT ONE SURFER DUDE FROM TOTAL DRAMA.

Anonymous said: beyond the story: bitchin’ got me so emotional like??? i think i can’t live without them:( thank you for this beautiful story🤧 you’re so talented

sapphireprinces5 said: can I just say that the fact you called it Behind The Story as BTS is so genius and the best chef’s kiss of the century. reading this made me tear up like I miss the two so much and to see them happy forever was just 🤧 it was so cool to see how the stories developed and your thoughts as you wrote them. thank you for giving this to us - probably one of the best gifts i’ve ever received as a reader. amazing, you’re amazing

mochiieberry said: JUST READ THE UPDATE FOR BITCHIN AND FINALLY I CAN START MY DAY(ignore the fact it’s 3 am :) ). But honestly after reading BITCHIN I questioned what happened afterwards and thank you for writing the behind the scenes and giving us 10 year update!!

ggukcangetit said: oh my gosh i was missing bitchin' and you posted the most incredible companion piece. also love how its called beyond the story (BTS) so sneaky rose (¬‿¬) you really spoilt us with the connect i am sad and happy so thanks for that. lastly, just wanna appreciate how much effort, hard work, and care you devote to your stories, characters, and readers. since you are a LOT younger than me imma go ahead and say this- uWu rose is the best liddol bean in the world. okay bye.

Anonymous said: I just wanted to say thank you for the extra bitchin' content! It's one of my favorite fics ever (mainly bc I am a woman in stem who takes shit from no man and I hardcore identify with yn) and to see how much you love the fic and genuinely get excited about the little details you slip in to make it more enjoyable for you to write just makes my heart !!! bc i love nothing more than hearing writers talk about their works with pride. love you lots and thank you for always putting out great content!

Anonymous said: Yara refusing to put a label on her relationship after 10 years sends me. For one thing, as an independent woman who is terrified of commitment, I can 100% relate lol. The titles she gives him instead killed me as well. Her outrage at the crustaceans was also so something I’d do. Like “no ma’am my best friend ain’t sign up for this and as far as I’m concerned she’s gonna get exactly what she wants”. Yara is my spirit animal.

Anonymous said: I have a lot of questions. #1- How dare you? Bitch I am sobbing. I love those Bitchin fools and I ain’t ever gonna stop loving them!

lee-u-ne12 said: I may have giggled one too many times during my "beyond the story: bitchin'" reading. Dammit it's just so cute! I found it charming how instead of just giving us an update on the characters you included some commentery on each chapter! Ngl i was rlly sad earlier but this made me smile :)

Anonymous said: I definitely noticed the sock thing and thought it was stupidly cute (like this entire fic tbh) and djjdjdjdjjd I wish I had commented on it when I first read it! I loved the behind the stuff and loved all the reasoning as to why you didn't want y/n to be a 'popular guy gave me confidence' type of character 👏 honestly loved it all thank you!!!!

Anonymous said: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR WRITING BITCHIN’!! ITS A WORK OF ART AND SO AMAZING QND I LOVE U SO MUCH MISS ROSE 😭😭😭💕💓💖💕💗💞❣️💖💝

Anonymous said: AHAHJAJAJAJJA THIS MADE ME SOOOOO HAPPY AND I HAVEN’T FELT THIS HAPPY AND SAPPY IN SUCJ A LONG TIMEEE!! i absolutely LOVE LOVE LOVE READING THE BACKSTORY AND BEHIND THE SCENES OF WRITING THIS FIC AND THE 10 YEARS LATER AND WEDDING MADE ME SO FUCKING HAPPY AHAHAHJAHA I ALSO LOVE TAE AND YARA SO MUCH AND I LOVE THAT THEYRE SO HAPPY BRO AND LIKE THEY DIDN’T NEED A LABEL LIKE yES PERIODT!UGHUGHYGHI I LOVE YOU SO MCUH MISS ROSE AJHSJS I HAVE SO MUCG LOVE FOR YOUU 😭😭😭💖💓💕

Anonymous said: ROSE YOU SON OF A BITCH I LOVE YOU

cheeky-kookie said: ROSE, I am so happy this is the best birthday present wowza ily thank you bitchin' update I cry

Anonymous said: oh my gosh yara and tae are gonna get married someday and she's still gonna be like what? husband? you meaN my matChing riGg wEareR.

Anonymous said: Just wanted to let you know, I just read BITCHIN' AND IT'S THE BEST STORY I'VE READ IN A WHILE AND NOW ONE OF MY ALL TIME FAVORITES. I would totally read it again in the future . Thank you for writing it and sharing it with us and you're awesome!

Anonymous said: Bitchin' was amazing. I cried. Thank you for writing it 🖤

Anonymous said: I think I've read bitchin like 3 times now but in never fails to put a smile on my face. The 80s slang kills me every time. Just wanted to say it's one of my favourite fics I've ever read :)

Anonymous said: i just finished bitchin’ AND IT WAS SO GOOD i cried at the end when it came full circle about the paper 😭❤️

Anonymous said: Hi I just binge read bitchin I’ve always ran into it but I hesitate Bc I knew it wasn’t completed I’m the worst but,,, ow. Ow. My heart physically melted you developed two characters so well and there’s no way I’m not going to reread again and again because of how good and genuine their relationship was. Uhh that’s it sorry I just wanted to let you know I’ll need money Bc my heart is unfunctional because of how full it is

Anonymous said: i just wanted to tell you that you made me feel so 🥺🥺🥺🥺!!!! with bitchin', that it is one of my favorite stories ever and that it's just so amazing and well written i just- don't stop doing what you're doing please !!!!!

Anonymous said: hi sorry this is random but im a huge fan of your work! i havent checked in with tumblr too much lately but last night i binge read camellia, groovy, and bitchin and oh my goodness i was so enthralled !! you have such a wonderful ability to engage readers with such relatable and dynamic characters! like wowowow i cant wait to read more of your writing! thanks so much for putting in the time and effort you do to create your work, its great and im glad you get to share it with the world! 🌟

Anonymous said: hi so i may or may not have read all of bitchin in one night BUT I LOVED IT AND IM AMAZED BY YOU 🥺♥️

Anonymous said: hiii! bitchin’ has been the best thing i have ever read and im so sad that its over, but im so happy you wrote it! u are an incredible writer❤️❤️❤️

emdancing said: Hi! I’d just like to say I binged bitchin and i absolutely loved it! It just might be my favorite koo fic 💕 your writing is awesome and so are you!!

Anonymous said: i binge read bitchin this weekend and i don’t even like fanfics but kept seeing it get recommended so decided to check it out and i loved it 😭 jungkook in that fic is so perfect and cute (except for his mess up with kiri) and that note at the end got me emotional 🥺 your story and writing was too too good, i skipped all the smut but still loved it 💗 thank you for sharing one of the most heartwarming and lovely stories i have ever read! 🤧

lowlifeoeuvre said: Hi i just read bitchin and i only have one thing to say about it... A WHOLE MASTERPIECE MAN!! literally almost cried and actually made a very inhuman happy noise at the end. I will for sure be reading anything else you write or have written.

babeewiththepowerr said: I just finished reading Bitchin and now I’m crying 😢 it was soooo pretty and well written 💜

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 5 years ago

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WhatsApp? Part 6. (Steve Rogers x reader)

Description: You’ve never been lucky with guys. You just wanted to catch someone’s eye, to be loved. One day, that’s about to turn completely - with one fake, completely imagined number a guy gave you

A/N: Sending a nod to Starlord’s direction with this one. ;) Also I am so sorry about the voice attributes rant, I studied special pedagogics and in here, voice, its attributes and the speech itself is a huge part of ENT studies centering around ears, throat, and neck...

A/N: THANK YOU FOR 200 FOLLOWERS. OMG.

A/N: I am sorry, @missdictatorme for no phone s*x. Ily by the way.

A song which I want to highlight for this chapter: Fallingforyou by the 1975.

Warnings: none really?

Tagging: @missdictatorme @songforhema

Read more here, babe ;): Part One Part Two Part three Part four Part five

If you like things in one place, you might like the series master list: H E R E

The time had tendencies to stop when Steve so far, far away from you.

You hadn't got a single clue where could be or what's he doing but you hoped he's safe and well. Sometimes you looked out of the window for ten minutes straight just thinking about where he could be. You checked your phone every morning and evening - nothing. He wasn't really messing around when he told you it can take a whole month before he comes back to you.

Deena, who was a self-proclaimed dancing teacher volunteered to lead the choreo. And she wasn't really bad at it.

At least you had your head all Steve-cleared off do could actually focus on your choreography for the big evening itself. It was somehow borderline racy but still PG-13 friendly as you thought it will be. May made sure it will be. You were dancing in sync, and you were grouped to trios for this one. You were basically repeating actions of the trio which went before you, it was simple yet good, or so you thought. You felt good about it at least.

You were in the last trio along with Deena and Marzia, another girl from your office so it would be double insured that you can't actually fuck up.

The girls made sure you acted all bossy - at some point, you started to use chairs to make it even more clear. That you were the ones being on the top during your dance. Before you could even dance in slight sync, it took you two weeks of every of your working day afternoon. Every one of you worked on it hard and it was paying off. Even you, probably the least talented person, or so you felt, could incredibly sway your hips. You didn't think that you can actually look that deductive yet you did.

Val told you that you were a killer - you took her only partially seriously because she was always friendly flirting with you.

Sometimes Peter came along. He was the sound tech guy every time. And then made fun of you when you accidentally fucked up. You loved that clueless boy so much.

"Okay. What do you think?" - You asked Peter, drinking from a water bottle. It was week three of you almost destroying your legs on those a bit too much tall high heels. You didn't want to wear them - your feet were swollen and hurt after every afternoon, but Deena shushed you off. It should look sexier than you dancing in Canada shoes and that Deena considered a pure fact.

"That you will kill yourself during that turn around with the chair in your hands." - He answered honestly with a childish smile, winging his feet in old Converse shoes from side to side. - “But there is a chance you will kill somebody else, so it's 50-50.”

"How gentle of you, Parker. You must be a real hit with the ladies, am I right?" - You nudged his shoulder, taking those devilish shoes off your feet, massaging them. He grinned at you.

"I can say obscene things like actually liking it out loud here, Y/N. And you know that!" - Peter laughed out loud, showing the gentle wrinkles around his hazelnut eyes. - "And since I ripped your tee off? May would have killed me if she actually heard me saying something nice about you!"

You had to laugh at his remark. You both were poking fun out that event since the next day Pete actually came to visit you, only May didn't find it as amusing as you two. Poor boy never got his free Oreo milkshake. And to be fair - Val actually started the beef with some pretty explicit jokes. And because you two were who you two were, it didn't take so long before you put that beef on fully.

"So continue calling me dumb. That will do. That's basically every girl's dream." - You nudged his head and left to a small cab to change your clothes. Your eyes just checked your phone as they were used to do all along those three weeks.

And your heart performed a fucking parkour jump at the sight of the green diode beeping at your eyes. The breath was caught in your throat when you gulped. Your hands shook by their will when you took the phone in your hands. It was a text from him. Steve was actually back.

As you opened the conversation, his promise popped directly in your head. A call. He promised you a fucking call. Steve willingly offered you to hear his voice. Three weeks ago. And now he was back. You were on cloud fucking nine. That was an offer you couldn't pass on.

Steve: I was so looking forward to texting you from the moment we took off. I'm back and well, Y/N.

Dear lord, you thought to himself, your eyes were firmly closed and you could feel a smile creeping on your lips. Thank you for keeping that man safe and well. Thank you for letting him come back.

Y/N: I missed you so much and I have so much thing to tell you! How was your little work trip?

You couldn't care less about being eager or too obvious with being excited about him being back. It was just natural for you to be excited. You had to tell Peter, so you changed your clothes the quickest way. You ran away from the cab looking like a mess with your bag over your shoulder with your smile looking better than a five-star hotel.

"Pete, Pete, Pete!" - You quirked in a high pitch. Peter wasn't sure if you hadn't got mad, looking at you with his puppy eyes in a horrified manner.

"Tell me that you have won a million dollars and I don't have to go to school anymore. I beg you." - Peter mumbled with a side smile. You shoved your phone right into his eyes and smiled widely. - "You're shitting me!" - He fangirled as hard as you had and performed your typical victory dance.

"Peter! Have you just cussed? We've talked about that!" - May shouted into your direction and you both freeze. Then you giggled.

"That means..." - Peter wiggled his eyebrows. Of course, you've told him about that call promise. He knew everything that happened with Steve. Not because he wanted to know, but because you rambled about Steve as much as he has rambled about Liz Toomes.

"You bet your favorite Lego puzzle!" - You hummed a tune and Peter laughed again.

"It isn't called a puzzle, to be honest..." - Peter trailed off the topic again, but you were leaving at that point, so you didn't take him too seriously.

"I don't caa-are." - You sang playfully and left the studio you rented for your choreography training, hoping you would get home as soon as possible.

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The European job didn't go as bad as they were warned about but it didn't go exactly as smooth as Steve hope it will. He really got his hopes set high to be earlier at home. Sometimes he wanted to just take his phone off his bag, turn it on and text you that he and his friends are ok. But Natasha almost knifed him with her eyes every time that thought crossed his mind.

In the end, they were tired, really dirty, sleepy like 24/7. Even Sam, who usually tried to talk a big hole into others heads, layed in total silence. Now he was most likely dead on the back seats, covering his face with his forearm.

Of course, you were the first thing on his mind when he got to his phone - after having a long-ass sleep, a great warm shower and a bunch of unhealthy food ordered from a near China restaurant.

You texted back almost immediately, which made him smile and relax on the bed. He had a feeling that maybe you would be pretty pissed about his sudden, unexcusable need to disappear to a different continent because of a work a don't make me remind him that you still didn't even know what in the hell he's doing. But the better he got to know you, the more difficult and surreal saying his true identity to you was.

Almost unthinkable even.

Y/N: So that promise, can I still count on it?

You asked after he told you a little about his three weeks in Europe. He didn't lie but he definitely didn't tell you anything that could give you an actual image of what happened there - a lot of counterespionage from Nat, a lot of fighting and a lot of bad guy's blood spilling. He was giving you a gentle, sweet, careful silver linings to keep you safe. Those were his intentions - protecting you at all costs before knowing the truth.

Steve: Of course. I am a man of my word. Today at seven p.m.?

It was already five p.m. so two hours were remaining but he was sure it will be a terror for him. Maybe you'll just refuse to move this far behind the formal line today? He knew he's shitting himself at the moment.

Y/N: Okay. I'll be waiting, handsome.

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Your hands literally shook as you panicked.

You needed to calm down asap. It wasn't an eye-to-eye meeting with him nor it was an actual FaceTime. It was just a fucking call which got you so off-rail. This got you even more intensely than when you were waiting for a call from some office lady whether you got that job or you did not.

It was Steve for god's sake. Not just someone. Steve. You felt like Lykke Li in one of those videos Peter showed you. She was extremely obsessing about a man, having his pictures all over her apartment, just wished he would take notice of her.

You would do the same at that point if you actually got some of his photos. You were just one hundred percent sure.

That one call was everything you could actually think about - you showered beforehand even tho he couldn't smell you through the phone just to feel pretty. You also did have a proper dinner so your liver would not do anything unplanned. You even tried some dumb yoga bullshit Marzia and Suzie thought you to calm yourself down.

You felt so, so, so stupid for overreacting that strongly but then you reminded yourself that it is mysterious, funny and gentle Steve. And you panicked again, trying to imagine his voice. Would it be high-pitched or too deep? Would it be raspy or smooth? There were too many options - too many tembers, too many speed rates, and too many articulation options.

Maybe he stutters? Which would be kinda cool you hoped. Or maybe he has a problem with saying out loud some letters? Wow, you were overwhelmed for a slight bit at that moment. But no matter ho Steves speech will be, you told to yourself, you will not give up on him because of that.

And let me say that you almost jumped off your bed when the phone rang in your hand with his name in the fucking middle of that, suddenly too small, screen. This was it. This was the moment.

You tried to breathe until the lowerest part of your lungs wasn't filled with air and then you quickly answered. That feeling of nervousness was all over your body, you felt partially numb and all you could say was that you marched around your room with your cheeks burning on fire.

“H-Hey, hey.” - You mumbled out, which was a big win-win for you. You didn't stutter that much, just maybe breathing a bit too heavily. All you could hear was a chuckle from the other side of the phone.

It almost sent you right to fainting. That was a sound of gods - you would bet your whole lego set on that. Holy goddamn shit. You jumped at the bed, feeling really quirky and cheese. You just fangirled over his chuckle. Great. You were going crazy. That was a fact. If Pete saw you acting around this clingy and cheesy, he would be laughing so hard.

“Hey.” - He answered with a chuckle under his breath, he sounded so calm and smooth, to begin with. (It wasn't the truth at all. But he was trying his actual best to appear cool in front of you.) - "Is everything alright out there? Am I interrupting you from something? I didn't mean to..." - And there he was. His usual nervousness got a hold on him eventually. That wasn't as smooth as he anticipated, but exactly make you like him more.

He was just as nervous as you were. You weren't acting like a total idiot after all.

"No. Of course, you're not... Interrupting anything. Don't be silly." - You laughed with a high, nervous tone, sounding like a boy in puberty. Well, damn. This was going so off rails so fast.

You analyzed his voice precisely. It wasn't super deep nor rough for that matter. He had actually really smooth voice which was just really nice to listen to. And he had to think you're an idiot.

"I can't believe I've done it." - Steve said all of a sudden stopping you in the middle of marching up to your bed again. One of your feet was on the mattress and the second one was still on the ground. You looked like a stretching ballerina.

"It feels so surreal, am I right?" - You chuckled, finally taking a hold of your own voice. You finally sounded like a grown woman.

"Exactly. It's... Wow. I don't know what it didn't cross my mind earlier. You could told me a lot of your stories so quicker and it would be much more fun."

"So you don't find reading my miserable life stories interesting. Okay, noted." - You teased him slightly. Steve laughed, saying a loud 'nooo!'. God, this man was just something.

"I didn't mean that at all!" - That was the first time you heard him actually giggled. He was doing it all the time because of your texts. But this was for the first time in real life you've heard it. The sight of you was messy - your eyes shone, your cheeks were rosy and your hair was not in the slightest order at all because your subconsciousness made you play with it. But you looked so happy and your smile way so relaxed.

"Why are you yelling so loud here, man?" - A completely different voice cut through the conversation. It was a bit higher than Steve's and it was way smooth with a seriously strong accent. - "Is that, oh damn." - The man laughed while you smiled at the ways Steve demanded the man leaving his room.

"I'm Sam! Nice to meet you, Steve's girl!" - He yelled before the door shut. Steve grunted out loud. That was so sweet.

"So you're telling them about me, I suppose? Was that Sam or James?" - You giggled, making Steve grunt again. Sam knew which moments to choose.

"That was Sam. I told them about you, however, the girlfriend thing is something Sam had made up." - Steve choked in defeated voice.

"Don't worry. It's fine. It made me laugh." - You calmed Steve down about Sam's behaviour. It was pretty funny and sweet for you. Sam to Steve was definitely like Pete to you. Best cheering up fangirling friend you could ask for.

"That was nice." - Steve commented at your laugh so smoothly without a single doubt in his voice.

"Thank you." - A dazzled sight came out of your lips.

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You two talked for what seemed like forever. It was a conversation about nothing - just a constant back and forward with a lot of nervousness, thank yous and sweet voices.

Steve was dazzled by your voice. He could listen to it before sleeping, with his eyes closed. Let me, as the narrator, tell you - you were such sweet dorks. Both nervous, out of your minds basically. This one phone call actually meant something to both of you. It was your first form of actual contact, just hearing the other side and being so breathless and speechless because both of you actually existed.

The texting was fine, sure. But it didn't feel like this. It wasn't as real as this.

Nothing could tell him how you laughed when his dorky ass made you chuckle somehow. The way you spoke was so calm, relaxing him to death. Or texting couldn't reveal your voice raising up when you got excited about remembering something.

When Sam peeked into Steve's room, he stood there in silence for a moment or two. Steve was standing up in from of a window, looking down on the street, telling that Y/N something in a quiet, humming tone.

"I don't want to interrupt you." - Sam spoke quietly, freaking Steve he hell out. The tall blonde turned to Sam, covering the phone with his hand. - "But we're about to watch Footloose."

"I'll be there in a minute." - Steve nodded sadly. He didn't want this to end even if it was as dorky and cheesy as it was. But a movie night with his fellas after Europe was a thing Steve was looking forward to.

"I need to go, Y/N." - Steve started slowly and he would swear that his heart hurt at those words. - "We're about to watch something called Footloose?"

"Oh, my dear lord. You've never ever seen Footloose? Are you serious?" - You asked in an unbelieving voice. - "THE Footloose with Kevin Bacon? Steve, you really make me feel like you're not from today's world. Deena told me she hoped that her prom would look like the ending scene, but you know, Kevin Bacon never came." - You giggled.

His stomach shrank at that remark. He's not from today's world. He's the man out of time. And you have no idea, you just joked.

"I think it's exactly the one with Kevin Bacon, yeah." - Steve circled his hand around his waist, sounding nervously all of the sudden. What was he thinking about? Of course that his true identity would hunt him eventually down, even in his little personal bubble he created with you.

"Yeah..." - You sighed and shut up for a second. - "Let's call it a night today, what do you say?"

"You're right, I should go or Sam and James would start without me." - Steve tried to sound as relaxed as he could. You couldn't recognize he hides something - you've heard him for the first time. You haven't got any idea that something's off.

"Would you call me tomorrow? It's your turn." - He teased you, but you grunted a little, giving the answer away.

"I can't tomorrow, I'm at work, then we have a choreography training and we have a ladies night... I won't be at home at all. I'm sorry." - You said sadly.

"Don't be sad about that, Y/N. I'm not little. Just tell me when and I'll take some time for you, alright?" - Steve asked to make you feel better.

He slowly realized that this will be like a drug to him. Once he tasted it, he would need more and more of it to even survive. There was no turning back now. Phone calls were something new, exciting, something he wanted to do until the dawn comes. Just to feel that he haves you closer than normally.

"Hope that will be soon. Now, I'll go to sleep and you'll go and enjoy Kevin Bacon's amazing rebel-ish and dancing method acting, ok? And enjoy Footloose, like that song. It's amazing. Bye, handsome." - You said with a happy voice.

"Goodnight, Y/N. I'll text you in the morning." - Steve sighed with a soft smile on his lips, ending the call. Yeah, maybe it would be really difficult to tell you who he is and maybe you'll freak out at hell - but at that moment? He felt like a pretty attractive school girl realizing that she is falling for a nerd from her Chemistry class.

Beautifully numb and so glad he couldn't even express it.

#Steve Rogers #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x reader #captain america #james buchanan barnes #james barnes #bucky burnes #the winter soldier #natasha romanoff #black widow #sam wilson #the falcon #fallingforyou #the1975

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mcwriting · 5 years ago

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starstruck (3)

So after my post earlier about how I’m still planning on writing for Tom, I figured I’d follow through with my promise to post this chapter that I made last week. I like this chapter. It’s kinda cute but still got the “actually we h8 each other” vibe going on.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9

Fandom: Tommo Holland

Ship: Tom Holland x Reader eventually

Setting: LA

Word Count: 1366

Warnings: i actually don’t think there’s any here, but lmk if there should be

Rating: K+ still because nothing’s happened lol

Background: part 3 of my DCOM inspired fic

B/f/n: your best friend’s name

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Previously on starstruck...

Tom’s cologne

You sat up, sniffing around the sheets, pillows, and covers, realizing he had left his scent everywhere.

“I need to wash these sheets tomorrow” you breathed to yourself in an annoyed tone.

With that you laid back down, glad that b/f/n wasn’t there to ask whose scent was all over your bed. Though you tried to convince yourself that you wanted the smell gone, had anyone been watching, they couldn’t deny the way you sunk into the bed and the faint smile that made its way to your lips as you drifted into slumber.

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You padded over the sand, exhausted but sticking to your word.

After a quick dance class, you had rinsed off and headed to a lowly populated beach in Malibu, where Tom was supposed to be waiting for you “in disguise.”

You smiled upon realizing his disguise was a new baseball cap, board shorts, and sunglasses unlike the kind he normally wore. You too were in a disguise of sorts, wearing a flowing sarong over your swimsuit, a white, broad-rimmed floppy hat, and a small beach tote slung over your shoulder.

He was sitting on a bench, looking nervous, probably afraid of getting caught with you again. You sat down at a bench nearby and shot him a text.

Look to your 2 o’clock. Don’t make it obvious

He looked at his phone, then to the left, seconds later realizing 2 o’clock was on his right. You locked eyes and both grinned, then he made his way to you.

“Fancy meeting you here. It must be fate for us to keep running into each other like this.”

You gave him a push on the shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let’s just get this thing over with.”

You walked together along the water, seeing only a few people along the way who were too either focused on the waves or relaxed in the sand to care who was going by. The cool ocean tide distracted from the hot summer air.

“You were right about everyone thinking that picture was me. B/f/n showed it to me yesterday and thought we were ‘like twins.’ I lied about it, but tons of the fan pages who saw the picture from the premiere think it’s me again. What should we do?”

Tom looked down at his sandy feet in thought, both of you stopping and letting the remnants of waves wash up past your ankles.

“I know you ‘don’t like me,’” he used air quotes for emphasis, “so we should play on that, you know. I just won’t make a statement about it and you can go on your Instagram story and say something about it not being you, yeah?”

“So you’re gonna make me do all the work? That’s cold, man,” you joked, nodding at the decent idea. “I think it could work.”

You eventually started walking back towards the parking lot when you distantly heard a man’s voice say “is that Tom Holland? And that girl?”

Your eyes widened and you leaned over to Tom, whispering, “did you hear that too? We need to go.”

You started walking faster, the soft sand making your calves ache. You began to hear more male voices getting closer and risked a glance over your shoulder. They were beginning to follow you and you made it known to Tom.

“Come on,” he grabbed your hand, “I think I know where we can hide.”

You both began running, his fingers wrapped tightly around your palm, and you let yourself be pulled by him. You ducked around a building, then jogged through a wooded area. Finally, you found a small cement shack.

“Please tell me this isn’t what I think it is?” you pleaded, a terrible smell emitting from it.

“Sorry! It’s the first place I could think of. Plus, it’s big enough to fit us both!”

You shot him an angry look, but stepped into the public restroom anyways, Tom following behind and locking the door. The single roomed bathroom was wet and musty, but thankfully big enough that you didn’t have to press against Tom, though the proximity allowed you to get a whiff of his cologne again.

Maybe later you would remember to ask what he wears. Not because it reminded you of him, but because the smell was relaxing and seemed to put you to sleep (at least that’s what you tried to convince yourself).

Sunlight flowed in from some open slits between the wall and roof, giving you some decent light to see each other.

You looked down to see your hands still holding each other’s, highlighted by a stray sunbeam. He followed your gaze and you both let go dangerously fast.

A few moments later, you heard footsteps and one of the people saying, “God it smells awful here. You really think they disappeared to this nasty beach bathroom?”

“It’s worth a shot, I’ll knock on the door,” another answered.

There were three bangs on the metal door and you both looked at each other, not knowing what to do. You thought on your feet and decided to say something.

“Hey! This thing’s occupied, give me another ten or fifteen minutes!” you yelled, deepening your voice and doing a random accent that wasn’t your own, the sound echoing around the walls.

“Oh, uh, sorry about that…” the man trailed. They discussed where you and Tom could’ve gone again, admitting defeat and deciding to go back to the city in the hopes they’d find someone else to bother and make money off of.

You waited another ten minutes after hearing their footsteps leave before peeking outside. With no one in sight, you stepped out into the open again, breathing in some fresh air.

You waved to Tom, signaling him to follow. You both carefully made your way back through the woods and found yourselves standing near the parking lot, hidden behind a large tree.

“Well, that was fun, I guess,” you wondered aloud, turning to Tom.

“Yeah, we should definitely do it again sometime,” he grinned, you shooting him a glare followed by a grin of your own.

“There’s my car,” you pointed, “I guess we oughta head our separate ways.”

“Oh right, about that…”

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You navigated through the city traffic, glad your car had been returned from the shop but incredibly frustrated that Tom didn’t have his own.

He made the excuse that his brothers had dropped him off to go hang out somewhere else, figuring that you could just take him to meet them when you were done, not thinking about the potential of being photographed again.

You sat in silence for a bit before finally getting tired of it.

“I’m gonna play some music. Any requests?” you began, opening up spotify on your phone.

Tom shook his head, so you opened up your personal playlist, clicking on your favorite Shawn Mendes song.

“Hey, I really like this song! You know, Shawn Mendes and I actually follow each other on instagram,” he bragged, earning a surprised glance from you.

“That’s actually pretty cool. I enjoy his music a lot.”

Tom agreed and a few seconds later, you began singing along under your breath, and soon after, Tom had joined you.

A couple songs later, and you were both belting the pop songs in your playlist at the tops of your lungs, the commute back towards Tom’s hotel feeling somewhat enjoyable.

You also couldn’t help but notice that his voice was… good? You were inclined to let him know, but also considered how that could mess with the whole “enemies” thing going on between you.

You snapped back to reality when Tom’s phone rang, the sound piercing the air. You paused the music so he could answer.

“Hey what’s going on? Uh huh. No, we actually have it handled. I might or might not be with her right now… no it’s fine. Seriously, we are laying low! We’re on the way to the hotel right now. Alright, alright I’ll see what I can do. See you in a few.”

And with that, he hung up, turned to you, and said, “That was my manager. Apparently we’ve got a problem.”

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A/N: there’s part 3, finally! I finished it a few days ago but never got around to posting it. I’m sorry it’s short again, but I think 4 is gonna be longer, but also 4 is gonna have some angsty tension soooo... stick around for that! As always, y’all are awesome and ily.

Tag List: @marvel-lously, @jackiehollanderr

#starstruck #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #spider-man #SPIDER MAN FAR FROM HOME #spider man #Spider Man: Homecoming #SPIDER MAN: FAR FROM HOME #tom holland headcanon

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joonsgalaxy · 6 years ago

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true care (m) |05

→ pairing: bodyguard!Jungkook x female reader

→ genre: fake dating au, fluff/romance, angst, smut

→ word count: 5,4k

• summary: your (endearingly) shy bodyguard—hired by your father—would do anything for you. even though you roll your eyes at his persistence and pretend there’s no need for him to follow you to every and any place you go, there might be many more hazards in your life than you let on. and you might end up needing him in more ways than you—or your father—would ever think.

! warnings: male masturbation, sub!kook; alcohol; mentions of toxic past relationship throughout the series

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↠ chapter 5: for a moment i forgot gravity

a/n: woah here’s the first smutty scene in this series!! i hope you like it :> a big thanks to my precious @minimonojoon who makes brilliant dirty jokes and cheers me on!! ILY <3 for all those wondering: kook is a switch!

A part of the rest of the Friday night went according to your plan. After the quite unforgettable conversation between you and Jeongguk you went back into the hotel. Back to the hall, where the event was being held. Your father, as you had wished, saw you with your bodyguard’s suit jacket on your shoulders. You noticed him pursing his lips at the sight, plainly irritated. Having smiled at that, you made your exit.

Mere few words were exchanged between you and Jeongguk that night after the almost kiss. You gave him his jacket back, when it was time to climb into the car, and you wished him goodnight, when you got out of the car and went to your house. It wasn’t as awkward as it could’ve been, you guessed. You had lots of things on your mind so that little—considerably inappropriate—interaction didn’t seem as big of a problem as it could’ve seem to anyone else.

However, after saying goodbye to your bodyguard and your driver, when you were alone, thoughts of Jeongguk started flooding in. That part of the night didn’t go as planned. You wanted to fall asleep quickly and forget about everything, but it was nearly impossible, what with all the images of his lips and all the memories of his cologne clogging your mind. His sparkly eyes didn’t leave your enchanted thoughts. His little scar on the left cheek kept appearing behind your closed eyelids. You kept on remembering about the way you traced it with your fingertip. You kept on hearing Jeongguk say he would fight for you. You kept on hearing him say he wanted you to kiss him.

You managed to fall asleep only around 4 am.

The whole day on Saturday, up until 6 pm, was spent at the shelter. You cleaned the rooms, trained the dogs, fed them, played with cats, bathed one of them.

Jeoengguk helped you out with everything.

He was fascinatingly good with Sunny (as he had named her). She responded very well to him. There was a strong bond between them already.

You didn’t talk to him about the night before at all. Maybe it was a good thing. You had to force yourself to completely forget about it.

You decided to spend the evening at Mina’s, Jimin’s and Hoseok’s place. Hoseok was still out of the city, though.

‘Hi, cutie,’ Jimin greeted Jeongguk sweetly. ‘Yo!’ He greeted you in a lower voice. Typical Jimin.

The party there was quite good. At least at first…

You were talking to Namjoon about something insignificant, when you spotted the suspicious guy at the party. Yoongi as Jeongguk had told you. He was chatting with none other than Mina herself. She didn’t seem scared or annoyed. Nothing like that. On contrary, Mina looked to be having such a great time with him, smiling, flirting even. What was going on?

‘I thought you didn’t want to see Yoongi anymore.’ After seeing them making out on one of the sofas, you decided to talk to her alone in the kitchen.

She sighed, ‘I know I said that, but… he’s so cool! And such a good kisser.’

‘Mina—

‘He promised me he’s not interested in you!’ She strolled over to the fridge, evidently starting to get irritated by the conversation you were having.

‘That might be a lie,’ you warned her.

She gave you a perplexed look over her shoulder. ‘What?’

‘He’s friends with Kwangsun.’

‘So what?’ Mina turned to you with a beer bottle in her hand.

‘I think he’s here because of me.’

‘What are you talking about?’

‘He’s…’ You lowered your voice, ‘following me.’ You almost couldn’t believe your own statement.

Mina scoffed. ‘That’s complete nonsense.’

‘Don’t you notice it? He keeps glancing at me all the time!’

Mina grimaced. ‘Don’t you think having a bodyguard got you a little paranoid?’

‘What? No—

‘Just listen to yourself!’ Mina vaguely gestured toward you. ‘Yoongi is following you? Don’t you think that sounds a little, hmm I don’t know, crazy?’ She was losing her patience.

‘I—I know it sounds weird, but—

‘You know what?’ She placed a hand on her hip. ‘The world doesn’t revolve around you. Maybe it does in your perfect house or that fancy university or wherever , but here? You’re not the only one guys are into. Wake up.’

You were rather shocked by her words. ‘I didn’t mean it like that—

You saw Mina’s gaze focusing behind you, at the entrance of the kitchen. You stopped mid-sentence and glanced at the same direction. It was Jeongguk. He was standing at the threshold, mildly guilty look on his face.

Mina sighed, walked past you and out of the kitchen.

Shit…

Did she mean what she said about you and your perfect world? Did she really think you just loved attention?

‘You alright?’ Jeongguk asked you.

‘Why wouldn’t I be?’

An hour later you were pretty much wasted. You were angry at yourself and you were mad at Mina, too. Speaking of which, she was still with Yoongi, sitting across the table from you; he had an arm around her. That and the way Yoongi kept on glancing at you annoyed you to no end.

Jeongguk was sitting by your side. You guessed he was near you because he was concerned. What else was new? He was your babysitter for the night, and if you weren’t so occupied by the thoughts of Mina, you would’ve been significantly more exasperated because of him; now you were only mildly irritated.

‘Let’s remember old times and play truth or dare!’ You heard Mina say.

Somewhere in the back of your mind you heard alarm bells going off. Truth or dare. You had a secret no one except for you, Jeongguk and Mina knew. And you had a fight with her earlier that night. Could she be onto something?

‘Oh, that could be fun!’ Jimin chirped.

‘I go first! Mina said. ‘Jeongguk.’ Oh, of course. ‘Truth or dare?’ She had this look on her face… as if she was the wickedest person alive. This couldn’t end well.

You started chanting in your mind. Please pick dare. Please pick dare.

After contemplating for a while, Jeongguk said, ‘dare.’

Whew.

‘Kiss ____,’ Mina said.

Your eyes widened at that. Fuck. Suddenly, you felt completely sober.

‘Aw, it’s too easy,’ said Namjoon. ‘Of course, you’d give them something like that.’

‘They’re dating!’ Jimin shouted.

If only they knew the truth… Now you weren’t certain what was worse: picking the truth or such a dare. Clearly, Mina was intending to expose you. Why else she’d dare Jeongguk to kiss you? Good thing your friends didn’t suspect anything. They thought Mina chose to dare Jeongguk something easy because he was your—her best friend’s—boyfriend.

‘Have you ever seen them kiss, though?’ Mina asked slyly. ‘Maybe it’d be their first kiss!’

‘Pshh, yeah, right.’ Your friends protested. Mina simply shrugged, a smile on her face.

You glanced at Jeongguk. He seemed tense, lost. Was he regretting choosing dare?

‘Okay, whatever, just do it already,’ eventually your friends succumbed.

You looked at your bodyguard again. By the perplexed look on his face you could tell he wasn’t about to kiss you. Do you kiss him yourself? Technically, he gave you his consent the night before.

‘Do you want me to kiss you?’

Jeongguk gulped. ‘Yes,’ he whispered barely audibly.

You smiled. ‘What was that? I couldn‘t hear you.’

He inhaled and closed his eyes as if that would help with his embarrassment. ‘Yes, I do, miss ____.’

In your drunken state you stared at his lips while Mina urged you, ‘C’mon. Don’t be shy.’

The thing was, she was right about this kiss being the first one for you and Jeongguk. It definitely wasn’t the best situation to have it, but you knew exactly what to do to avoid more weird stares and suspicions. You lifted your hand, reached for Jeongguk’s chin, grabbed it and smashed your lips against his.

His lips were soft like a sip of milkshake. He tasted like a milkshake too. You lost the track of time because of that. Perhaps the kiss lasted a second, maybe 3 or 5. You couldn’t tell. Not when you wanted it to continue at least for 10 more. Would it be too much? Yes. Who were you kidding? He was your bodyguard. He was working for you. Pull away. And so you did.

Jeongguk’s eyes were wide and he was pink in the cheeks, however, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t respond to the kiss.

‘There you go,’ you smiled at Mina as if you just did something as easy as putting a dot on an “i”. She smiled, too, but you could discern how fake it actually was.

You hoped Jimin’s suggestion to spin the bottle instead of choosing a person by yourselves would be fortunate for you. And it kind of was; it was considerably better to eat a whole spoon of a mixture of various spices than expose you and Jeongguk. Mina or Yoongi didn’t get to ask you “truth or dare” anymore.

You got a little more sober during the game, but your mind was intoxicated by that kiss. You couldn’t stop thinking about it. To be completely honest, you wanted more. Much more. Shit. That was very very bad. For you. For Jeongguk.If you tried something else, if Jeongguk and you got sexually or romantically involved, he could get distracted. He could lose his job. You wouldn’t put him in such a situation.

However, you were still mad at Mina for everything that happened that night, so thoughts about your bodyguard were a good, welcomed distraction.

When it was time to go home, you did something that changed everything.

Your car was already waiting for you outside, when you stepped out of the house. Mr. Ri got out of the car to open the door for you.

‘Jeon Jeongguk,’ you called out for your bodyguard, ‘get in the back with me.’

He was confused. ‘Uh, why?’

‘Mr. Ri spilled his coffee on the front seat,’ you lied.

‘Wha— Oh, yes, I did. Get in the back, boy.’

You barely subdued the urge to hug your driver; you were thankful he cooperated with you.

It was a white lie, really; an inconspicuous situation. You simply wanted Jeongguk to keep you company in the back on the way home. Nothing special about it.

Jeongguk’s gaze glided sceptically from you to Mr. Ri, but he complied nonetheless. He got into the car behind the driver’s seat, on the opposite side from you. That would not work. There shouldn’t be a space between you two. A space between you seemed unacceptable to you. Once the car started moving you scooted over to be right beside Jeongguk. He glanced at you briefly, but didn’t say a thing. He looked neither uncomfortable nor too happy about it. He was rather… befuddled, a bit awkward. You totally understood him. It was the first time he was sitting in the back of the car with you, and you were the one to ask him to.

You were still feeling the effects of alcohol in your system, but surely if someone asked you to walk alongside a straight line you’d manage perfectly.

After some time during the trip you put your head upon Jeongguk’s shoulder. You didn’t exactly why you did it, but that kiss must have something to do with it.

You didn’t see his reaction from that position, but you knew one thing for sure—his shoulder was as comfortable as clouds seemed to be. Well, much firmer than a cloud, but definitely comfy enough to fall asleep easily. However, sleep was not on your mind that moment. Jeongguk’s cologne invaded your body and charmed every cell there. You were a goner.

You laid a hand onto his arm, lifted your head, looked him straight into his lovely eyes and uttered, ‘I can’t stop thinking about that kiss.’ Jeongguk gulped, briefly glanced at your lips. ‘What have you done to me, Jeon Jeongguk?’

‘I— uh—

‘Shh,’ you shut him up, for you knew there was no real answer to that question. You lowered your head again. ‘No need for words.’

There was music playing in the car from a USB that you’d given to the driver. He probably wasn’t able to hear you talk. Not that you cared much.

You decided to drop your hand down, skimming his arm, reaching his thigh. Your fingertips glided slowly across his thigh until they reached his knee. You placed your palm there, imitating his action on the day before at the event. Both times you weren’t alone; both times were extremely risky. And if you were being completely frank, this fact only turned you on even more.

‘I can’t stop thinking about your hands,’ you whispered, not certain if he was able to hear your confession.

His hands were now in his lap, he was fiddling with his fingers. Was he nervous? Uncomfortable? Was he feeling like he can’t say no to you? Or was he just as thrilled about the situation as you? Judging by his shyness he probably wouldn’t even say so even if he was. You had to find out in another way.

Keeping one hand on his knee, with another hand you took one of his and guided it toward your thigh, just above your knee and placed it there. His hand felt warm even through the material of your jeans. Jeongguk’s breathing deepened. That essentially was everything you needed to realize he was enjoying it.

You weren’t sure where it would lead, but it certainly was helpful to forget about Mina, Yoongi, Kwangsun and your dad.

Having his hand on your thigh made your heart accelerate. You felt a shot of desire.

Nonetheless, there was a little voice in the back of your mind telling you all this was wrong. It was a dangerous situation you got yourself into. Whatever you were trying to do with Jeongguk you had to immediately stop. After all, the boy was saving money for school; he was living in not the friendliest of parts of the city; he needed this job. He couldn’t get distracted under no circumstances.

However, he was sober; he had a clear mind and he could think clearly for himself. He was a big boy and he could choose for himself wisely. If he thought this was a distraction he could easily say a simple stop and you’d listen to him right away. By the way he was sitting still, keeping his palm on your thigh you concluded he wanted this as much as you did.

Keeping your head on his shoulder, you left his knee alone and skimmed your finger up and down across his thigh lightly, fairly innocently. Except every time your finger met his knee again, you’d go back higher and higher toward his crotch.

He kept his own hand on you with a light, careful touch, but since you were so deprived of that kind of touches, you were highly aroused.

He was, too, judging by something you noticed a bit later. When your fingertip eventually got very near his crotch, you saw that his jeans were getting tighter there. You smiled wickedly to yourself. Clearly, he was very much affected by your light touch. As much as you were by his. And he let you see it; he was sitting still, no movement, no attempts at concealing his erection. He wanted you to see it.

You almost couldn’t believe what you did next, but the alcohol in your system and the desire surging through your body let you forgot about any doubts you had before. You glided your finger closer and closer to where you wanted to touch him the most. Your fingertip traced Jeongguk’s zipper. There was a visible bulge. You saw Jeongguk inhale deeply. He squeezed your thigh.

‘Must be really uncomfortable,’ you said.

While you slowly touched the zipper up and down, he remained silent.

‘Mm?’ You encouraged him to answer.

‘Yes, miss, it is.’ Miss. That only made the fire in the pit of your belly increase in warmth. This was thrilling.

You pulled slightly away, looked at his side profile. He was gorgeous.

‘You know what to do then,’ you said, giddy.

Jeongguk’s brows pinched together. Would he do it? Would he free his cock of its tight confinements just because you asked him to?

If you were completely honest, you didn’t think he would. You were not some kind of drunk teenagers on a rollercoaster ride, exploring each other for the first time. It was a different situation. Much different. You were only connected by a professional relationship.

He finally looked at you, seemingly unsure. You lifted your brows at him and smiled as if asking “so? How’s it gonna be?” Jeongguk’s gaze jumped in front of him, toward Mr. Ri behind the wheel. Ah, yes, you weren’t alone.

‘Mr. Ri could you please turn the volume up? I love this song!’

‘Of course,’ the driver immediately answered. ‘I don’t really understand this kind of music, but as you wish.’

The music increased in volume; the bass mildly pulsated in your chest. That was close enough to being alone, right?

Your head was slightly spinning, but you chose to ignore it.

‘He won’t see a thing,’ you reassured Jeongguk. You, on the other hand, would have a full view of it, if he decided to pull his dick out for you.

Jeongguk started rubbing his thumb back and forth on your thigh. He bit his lip, glanced downward at his crotch. If you weren’t mistaken the bulge had grew by its size.

‘C’mon, Jeongguk, live a little,’ you challenged him, beginning to lose your patience.

Would he do it? Surely, the way his jeans were constricting his arousal was uncomfortable for him.

You held your palm on his thigh now, waiting. It felt firm. No wonder why your friends so easily believed he was a professional runner. Needless to say the desire running in your veins increased its speed.

Jeongguk briefly glanced at you, still uncertain, pink in the cheeks. You nodded, greedy.

The boy, casting his gaze downward, reached for the button of his jeans. This was it. He would actually do it.

His hand seemed a little shaky as he undid the button. He was sober, after all; his inhibitions hadn’t disappeared anywhere. You were about to reach for the zipper, offering your help, but you wanted him to do it himself, just to prove you he was 100% willing to do what you asked him to.

He pushed himself forward a little. Then, after swallowing hard, pulled the zipper down slowly, tentatively.

When the jeans got a little looser, he froze; he didn’t move at all for a moment. You knew you had to encourage him to do what he deep down craved the most in that particular moment. It seemed to be helping earlier, after all, so you decided to do it again.

The hand that you were resting upon his thigh, reached upward and landed onto his hard chest over the hoodie, just where his embarrassed heart was pounding all of the lust through his veins. You leaned closer, near his ear and whispered softly an encouragement, ‘Don’t be shy. Let yourself go, Jeongguk. Just for tonight.’ He listened attentively, shuddered when you spoke into his ear, then, having deeply inhaled, nodded.

He shifted carefully in the seat, and the time seemed to stop for you. Just a few seconds later, his cock was free of its confinements.

You weren’t sure whose sigh was deeper, yours or Jeongguk’s. You were pleasantly surprised at the view. He was hard, rock hard. Your doing.

He wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock. Immediately, your mouth started watering at the sight. Though, you wouldn’t take him in. You wanted to see just how horny he was even without much physical contact; the fact that his cock stood so hard already fed your ego and you craved to see what else he’d do for you, how else he’d react to soft touches and suggestive whispers. You wanted to see how much control you had over him.

The music was still playing; Mr. Ri couldn’t possibly know what was happening behind him in the car. And if truth be told, you didn’t really care in that moment. You completely forgot about the gravity of the situation. No thoughts about consequences. No thoughts of the future encounters you’ll have to experience. You didn’t care about a thing. The trip was long and you were lost in the eagerness of finding out how good Jeongguk could actually be for you.

You lowered your hand again, this time placing it under Jeongguk’s wrist. You pushed your fingertip against his warm skin, gently, very slowly guiding his hand upwards. ‘I’m sure you know how to do this.’ Jeongguk’s chest rose and fell, he was gazing at your hands where they were touching. ‘It must be difficult to be holding back.’ You applied more pressure, guiding his hand toward the head. ‘Don’t be,’ you said, letting your hand rest on his thigh again.

His own fingers finally reached the head of his erection. He squeezed tightly and sighed in bliss. What a sinful, wonderful sound it was.

‘That’s it,’ you praised him. ‘Be a good boy and show me how you do it when you’re alone.’

Jeongguk, biting his lip, nodded once again. His lips looked lovely and so kissable. Though, you had another plan in your mind. A kiss was too much for the night. He’d only get encouragements and praises in whispers. He’d only be touched very lightly, teasingly.

Jeongguk was stroking his cock in a slow movement at first, licking his lips, then the speed increased as he let himself go as you’d told him to.

Jeongguk’s breathing was deep. He closed his eyes. You were wondering if it was because of embarrassment or because he was imagining something. Perhaps, in his mind, he wasn’t even in the car, maybe he was picturing himself being in a bed, or fucking someone on a table.

‘Does it feel good?’ You asked softly, choosing to place your hand onto his stomach. Even though there was the material of his hoodie between your skin and his, you could feel how tense his muscles were.

Letting his tongue peek from between his lips, he nodded. That wouldn’t do, you wanted to hear him say it. You missed his voice and you craved hearing the pleasure lacing his tone.

‘Say it, Jeongguk. I wanna hear you say it to me.’

He exhaled, slowed the pace down on his dick so he could concentrate, and then breathed out a desperate yes. It was rather difficult to sit there right beside him and not help him with it, but you loved watching him getting off by himself, because it showed you how eager he was for his release.

As he was running his hand over his cock, you noticed a drop of pre-cum leak from the head. The boy gathered it with his fingers and spread it over his aching erection. Well, you could at least help him with that.

You shifted in the seat, leaning closer, hovering above Jeongguk’s thighs, which were, by the way, spread invitingly, they made it even harder to control yourself.

Sensing you changing your position in the back seat, Jeongguk opened his eyes. He looked at your face, his own pretty pink and starting to glisten with sweat. His eyes held the lust in them you’d never seen. That was extremely arousing. By that point you knew your panties were ruined.

You parted your lips, letting your spit stretch downward and onto the head of Jeongguk’s cock. Seeing that, he halted his movements, watched you closely.

‘Shit,’ he breathed when your saliva reached its destination. ‘Fucking hell.’

You smiled wickedly at him while your saliva trickled down his shaft and onto his fingers.

‘Why’d you stop?’ You asked slowly, not expecting real answer, knowing well that he wanted to relish in the moment. ‘You said it felt good,’ you teased him.

‘It did,’ Jeongguk hastily replied. ‘It does.’ You could see such adoration in his eyes; you felt cherished. His eyes scanned your face, stopped on your lips. ‘I—

He stopped himself, looked away to the side as if struggling to control himself.

‘What is it?’

He shook his head, and you let it slide.

You shifted in the seat again, taking the previous position.

Jeongguk took a deep breath, started moving his hand again. ‘Fuck,’ he murmured, slightly arching his back, leaning his head backward. He closed his eyes.

This time you couldn’t stop yourself from asking, ‘What do you see behind those eyelids, huh?’

He remained silent for a moment, breathing heavily.

‘Mm?’

‘You.’

‘Me?’ You asked a little surprised, but deeply flattered.

Jeongguk nodded, keeping the pace of his hand.

‘And how do I look? Am I wearing any clothes?’ You were intrigued about his fantasy.

‘Yeah,’ he answered, breathless.

‘Yeah?’ Frankly, that confused you a tad bit.

‘Just—

‘Just what, Jeongguk?’

He gulped, contemplating whether he should tell you about it or not. He finally said, ‘just underwear.’

‘Oh? Why don’t you undress me?’

‘I— shit—

‘You what?’ You really wanted to find out.

‘I don’t deserve it.’

Your heart stuttered at that. ‘You don’t deserve it?’

‘Yeah, seeing you… naked. I don’t deserve it. Ah, fuck!’

Clearly, the thought of you only in underwear and him being not worthy of seeing you bare before him turned him on very much. Honestly speaking, it was turning you on, too. Your core was throbbing.

The pace of his hand stroking his cock had significantly increased.

You decided to play along.

‘That’s right, Jeongguk. You haven’t proved me you’re a good boy yet.’

‘I— I will.’

‘Yeah? Good. Then tell me, have you imagined me like that before tonight?’ You had no idea whether he would answer or not. Perhaps it was too much, too personal. But maybe it was exactly what he was yearning for.

He seemed embarrassed for a moment, but evidently the desire had taken over, so he felt he could be honest with you. ‘Yes, miss, I have.’

The way he uttered his confession sent a shiver down your spine. ‘Do you ever take my clothes off?’

Lost in his pleasure, he shook his head, eyes still tightly shut. ‘No, miss, never.’ His voice was low, breathless, slightly raspy. His thigh muscles were very tense beneath your palm. He was still squeezing yours, sending tingles of delight through you.

There was an urge to feel his skin, with no material between your hands and his body, but you quickly subdued it. Tonight was about control.

Was Jeongguk lying about not taking your clothes off in his fantasies for the sake of the game, or was he telling you the genuine truth? Was he always picturing you with underwear, or was he simply too shy to tell you he imagined you naked? Did he like seeing you with some clothes on because he liked that kind of distance, that kind of teasing? So close to his touch yet so far at the same time?

‘What do I do when you imagine me, huh?’ You asked him as he continued to jerk himself off.

‘You— you tell me what to do.’

‘Like now?’

‘Yeah.’ He was panting by that point, but the music still overwhelmed the sound of him. No way the driver could’ve heard it. At least it seemed that way.

So Jeongguk enjoyed being told what to do when it came to sexual things. That was thrilling to know. You more than enjoyed giving orders. Seeing someone so desperate for you was a huge turn on. And when the boy was as hot as Jeongguk, the need in his voice sounded even more delightful.

‘Tell me, what do you do for me, Jeongguk?’

‘I, um, I kneel for you. I beg you... I want to touch you so bad, miss.’ He seemed to be completely drowned in the bliss; he wasn’t even thinking what he was saying, the words easily fell from his lips. ‘Then I kiss you.’

‘Where do you kiss me?’

‘Your thighs, mmm…’ His hand squeezed your thigh on its own accord.

‘But you don’t deserve it.’

‘I don’t. I don’t, but you’re so generous to me.’

‘Oh, am I?’

‘Mhm…’

‘You’re doing so well. Don’t stop.’ You could see he was close to his release; his legs were quivering from the extreme pleasure. Glancing through one of the windows, you noticed you were not far from your house. ‘Now be a good boy and come for me.’

Jeongguk nodded yet again, eager to please you.

You remembered you were in a car, where you shouldn’t leave any trace of this encounter. ‘Watch the leather, baby boy.’

‘Ah, fuck!’ He seemed to enjoy the pet name.

He lifted his hoodie; you could properly see his abs now. They were well defined and tense because of the bliss he was in.

Jeongguk, with a final sinful grunt and trembling legs, came and spilled his cum onto his stomach, where it trickled downward. Softly moaning, he continued stroking his cock while the last ropes of his release covered his hot, sweaty skin. What a truly good boy, there wouldn’t be any need to clean the car. No evidence of your indecency.

A content smile flickered on his flushed, beautiful face. Oh, how you wanted to brush your lips against it. Though, you had to repress that need, for kissing was always associated with romance and relationships. You wouldn’t want Jeongguk to see you in that way. It would only create more problems.

Eventually, panting, he let go off his softening cock, and his eyes fluttered open. Seemingly, after such an act he was too embarrassed to look at you or say anything. It looked like a million thoughts were rushing through his mind as he stared at the ceiling of the car, still holding the material of his hoodie up.

As his chest rose and fell you decided he needed a little reward for what he did. You knew he needed some kind of gesture so he wouldn’t feel as shy as he was. Using one finger, you traced a line on Jeongguk’s stomach, gathering his cum onto your own skin. He looked down, where you were touching him gently, his brows pinched together. ‘You’re such a good boy, Jeongguk.’

His gaze jumped upwards then, locked with your eyes. Admittedly, he looked adorable. Though, he still looked hot as hell, too, with his damp fringe and dark in colour, bitten lips.

Keeping your eyes on Jeongguk, you lifted your finger toward your mouth. Your tongue slipped past your lips; you licked the finger slowly. His eyes darkened while he was watching the movement closely. He gulped and licked his own lips. You inserted your finger into your mouth, tasting him, enjoying every single drop on your tongue. It was intimate. It was a reward he had deserved. Judging by the look in his eyes, he highly appreciated it.

The car stopped in front of your gates. You both nearly missed it. However, when Jeongguk noticed it, he broke out of his daze and quickly put his dick back into his pants and his hoodie down to his hips.

When it was time for you to get out of the car, he coughed delicately, gaze focusing on anything but you.

You felt a little awkward, too. Just the tiniest bit of it. Your bodyguard just came all over himself in your car with your driver present. Damn.

However, you were still high on his reactions to your words. He was into you. At least sexually. That was for sure. It was flattering. Not to mention the alcohol that was still in your system; you were feeling quite brave even if your cheeks were warm with that sprinkle of embarrassment.

‘Goodnight,’ you uttered, grabbing the door handle, attempting to stifle your grin. ‘Sweet dreams.’

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