#I told someone once it was partially nostalgia and they went “sorry you had a horrible childhood”

[doueverwonder]

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[rightsockjin]

For the Record

Summary: Namjoon owns a record shop. It’s more for the nostalgia than anything but he loves to see the happiness on someone’s face when he can recommend a good record to someone who’s never owned one before. Enter you, but you’re not looking for a record. You’re looking for a helping hand and a gentleman. Namjoon is happy to oblige.

Rating: M

Genre: SMUT! Crack... I got carried away....

Warnings: A little blood. Nipple play. Sexual activities in a store. There is spanking. Daddy. Princess. Baby girl. Hiding. Fingering. Namjoon’s hands... mentions of big dick Joon. Open ending??? Provocative dress. Clumsy reader. Cute Joon.

Word count: 6,061

Author’s note: 죄송합니다! 죄송합니다! I’m sooooo sorry... I got way too carried away and I still feel like it’s unfinished.... it’s longer than intended....

Have a great day and I hope that you enjoy your record,” Namjoon said to the girl who had been browsing the shop for the last two hours. His heart was beating fast as he watched her walk away. Her hips swayed from side to side as her hair swished behind her. He’d genuinely thought she was pretty and he’d spent the whole time she was walking around trying to muster the courage to ask for her number but when she had come up with one of the oldest records in his shop and a big bright smile to check out, he’d choked and inevitably let her walk out without even finding out her name.

He felt his whole body relax as he sat back in his old- or how he liked to call it- vintage, rolling chair. It expelled a ridiculous amount of air and the cushion flattened slowly under his weight. It was nearly closing time on a Friday and yet again he had no plans after work. No girlfriend, no dates, no hookup… not that Namjoon was the type to hook up. Which, he guessed, was the reason it was so difficult for him. Most people his age wanted a quick hook up and he… he wanted something real. And it scared people away it seemed.

He twirled his chair from side to side. The silence in the shop made him anxious so he reached over to one of the newer models of the record players that were on display and turned it on. He couldn’t remember what record was playing on it but it was soothing and kind of jazzy. He let his eyes close and simply enjoyed the music. It caressed his ears with its slightly grainy and deep sound. It made him think of dark coffee and libraries. His thoughts seemed to be playing in black and white and he could almost see an old-time-y club from the 20s with a live band and girls with short hair and flapper dresses.

He could see himself in a corner of the venue in a jet black suit and a perfect white button-up with some glasses and a dark tie. A glass of some fancy alcohol was in one ringed hand as he watched people dancing.

A woman had caught his attention. She was faceless but wearing an incredibly low cut flapper dress that, though he was seeing it in shades of grey, was a golden yellow that jingled with every step over the loudness of the music-

Wait. That’s the bell of the store!

Namjoon jumped, his eyes shooting open. He felt groggy like he’d just taken a nap but one look at his watch told him that he had only been resting his eyes for a couple of minutes. Right after that realization, he looked up and around to see who had walked in. When at first, his eyes were met with no one, he was confused. It was completely possible that he had imagined the sound but he didn’t think it was the case.

Reluctantly, he stood up to get a better vantage point and was quick to find  someone cowering behind one of the many displays covered in records.

He wasn’t sure what to do. You seemed to be alright. At least, he thought you did, but also you were hiding. Was it from him? Were you a thief? He wasn’t sure.

Were thieves usually dressed in mustard yellow sundresses and strappy straw wedges? No. He didn’t think so. You seemed more so like a random person who was…maybe checking out the boxes under the tables? Then again, you weren’t really looking at the records. Instead, you were looking at the glass windows and door with what looked like- was it fear? Disgust?

He struggled with himself on what to do. One hand, you could be in some sort of danger, but on the other hand…he did have a microwave dinner waiting for him at home.

Who was he kidding? He had nothing to do for the night and he supposed he could keep the store open for a little while longer if it was to help an innocent person.  

“Excuse me,” Namjoon said loudly and you flinched.

He flinched reflexively as your head snapped to look at him. Your doe eyes were wide like a car was ready to hit you full force. Your pretty hair tumbled down your back in waves that hardly seemed possible without some sort of heat and your cute button of a nose shone in the fluorescent lights of the shop.

Namjoon had never seen a woman more beautiful and ethereal than you. It was like he was staring at an angel that had been sent down from heaven just for him. Was there a God? Namjoon had never believed there was but looking at the masterpiece that was you, made him think that there must have been because someone had to create this work of art before him. His mouth went dry, it was suddenly harder to breathe, and all thoughts and words and languages were absent from his brain. Years of study down the drain. What point was there to his impeccable English grades when he couldn’t properly utilize it to converse with a woman of such beauty?

Okay so it was working in his brain so why were no words coming out of his mouth? How does one speak again?

“S-sorry,” he slurred through his useless tongue, instantly beating himself up. He cleared his throat awkwardly and tried to swallow, but his mouth may as well have been filled with cotton or saltines because it was as dry as the Sahara. Water. He needed water.

He looked around for his bottle but couldn’t seem to find it. When was the last time he had seen it? He’d drank some of the water during his lunch break after he had choked on a particularly hard potato chip then his phone had rung and-

“I’m really sorry,” you whispered back not really sure why you guys were speaking at such volume but you went with it, “I know it’s kind of late and I saw that your store closes in like five minutes but can I just hide in here until then?”

Namjoon snapped his head back to you. He blinked owlishly as you silently begged with your Bambi eyes. Two shimmering stars sparkled in each iris. Your pinkened lips were pulled into the most adorable pout he’d ever seen. And that included puppies and babies. How could he possibly say no?

“Uh,” he took a deep breath trying to get his mouth to function properly, “yeah- yes! Of course…uh… take your time.”

Namjoon rubbed the back of his neck nervously hoping that he didn’t seem too eager and therefore creepy in your eyes, but your shoulders relaxed and a small endearing smile graced your pouty lips.

“Thank you! Thank you, I promise I’ll buy one of these…” you paused looking at the slightly dust-covered box before you-geez, Namjoon really had to dust again-with a perturbed expression, “jukebox thingies?”

Record scratch. Jukebox thingies? Jukebox thingies? Were you kidding? You had to be kidding. Beautiful and funny. What a combo. Namjoon giggled, thinking that this was the correct way to react to your joke but your confused, raised eyebrow stopped him in his tracks.

Oh no. You weren’t kidding. Did you really not know what these thingies were? Who didn’t know what a record was? How young were you? Fear shocked his spine and he blushed. Had he just been ogling a minor? In his defense, you looked at least 20 but he guessed you could be around eighteen if he stretched his perfective a bit. But anything younger than that wasn’t feasible. Yet, the only explanation was that you had to be far younger than he was accounting for. Kids these days… they dress really inappropriately for their age.

“No kid, those are records. Are you hiding from your parents or something?” Namjoon asked, suddenly a little irritated.

You furrowed your eyebrows at him and Namjoon forced himself to look away. He was not going to look at you in a weird way. He had higher respect for himself than that. He likes women.

“Parents? What are you talking about-” the ding of the bell from the front door stopped you in your tracks. You shut your mouth, your eyes once again wide and terrified as you glanced over to see who had walked in.

On all fours, you squeaked almost inaudibly and scurried away from your spot and over to another table. Namjoon watched you, perplexed and a bit amused as you tried your best to be silent. Your puppy dog face made its appearance once more from the other side of the table and he rolled his eyes ready to give up to whomever it was that was here for you. Your dad probably?

With a roll of his eyes and a smug smile, he turned over to the door as heavy footsteps echoed behind the quiet music. His stomach sank into his ass when he saw who had walked in. A man, clearly far too young to be a father but definitely not young enough to be in high school like he had originally thought you might have been. And this guy looked flummoxed and partially upset. He had the looks of a Greek God and shoulders wider than he’d ever seen. He was a good couple of inches shorter than Namjoon but he would not be prudent to pick a fight with him.

“Hi! Welcome to Disc-O Overload,” he said in his best customer service voice, “I’m really sorry sir but I’m just about to close up shop so if you could come back tomorrow-”

“Yeah, yeah, look I’m not here for your shop okay? Have you seen a girl walk by here? About this tall,” he held a hand up so that it was level with his cheek, “wavy hair? Great ass?”

Namjoon balked. Instinctively, he wanted to look at you almost as if to confirm what the man was asking but then that would give you away for sure and he didn’t have a great feeling about this jerk.

“I- great ass? I haven’t seen,” he cleared his throat feeling that he was about to say something that would be both good and probably really bad, “anyone like that here today… do you know what they were wearing?”

The man scoffed and rolled his eyes as if he was annoyed that you couldn’t just find this girl for him, “yellow dress? Real low cut? Heels I think? Listen, man, I was on a date with her and the bitch straight up climbed out of the bathroom window! Can you believe it?”

Yes. Namjoon could easily believe it. The guy’s cognitive dissonance was unbelievable. He didn’t seem dangerous but he sure as hell wasn’t going to give you up if you were that desperate to get away. Clearly, if you were on a date with this he-man, you must be of age because this man had to be in his late 20s. Thank God.

“No, I really can’t,” Namjoon said with a fake smile, “but uh… I think I saw her walk past here, now I think about it,” he said thinking quickly. The man perked up instantly and out of the corner of his eye, he saw you tense. He kept his gaze fixated on the man before him, adamant that he wouldn’t give you away.

“Which way did she go,” he asked eagerly. Namjoon almost felt guilty for misleading him, but one minuscule glance in your direction was enough to push his little white lie on.

“I think she was headed for that donut shop around the corner. I hear they have some fantastic glazed.”

The man sighed in disgust, “Yeah she looked like a fattie. The dress she was wearing was practically bursting at the seams,” he sighed, “I guess you can’t have a great ass without fat elsewhere.”

Namjoon could not believe what he was hearing. Men like this still existed? How do these people breed? It is a miracle that the man wasn’t walking on all fours and picking at his hair for fleas as sustenance.

“R-right,” he said when he realized that the man was waiting for him to answer.

“Anyway, thanks for the help.” He slapped something down on the counter then winked at Namjoon.

“Here, I think you’ll need this when this shit show,” he gestured at the store, “goes under. More power to you.”

Then with a smug look, he walked slowly out of the store. His fancy shoes hitting the linoleum floor like the blood that pounded in his ears. What an ass. What a selfish, horrible awful excuse of a human-

The door fell shut of its own accord and it snapped Namjoon back into reality. The red in the corners of his vision ebbed and he walked over to the door to lock it before he came back. He left a crap taste in his mouth. No wonder you had climbed out the bathroom window.

Namjoon pulled the curtains shut so that the night sky was covered and if that ass decided to come back he wouldn’t be able to see you. It was only when it had been fully covered that Namjoon felt his shoulders relax and the anger leave his body slowly.

He really needed to buy himself a new bonsai to soothe his nerves. The world was full of idiots.

When he turned around, you were standing and he realized that the guy had been right about two things. You had a great ass and your dress… was really low cut. Damn. The face of an angel and the body of a… of a…

Was he drooling? Why was his face a little wet? Namjoon blinked and reached up to his mouth to wipe. Low and behold…wait was that blood?

Panic filled his veins as he felt it drip down his chin. The cherry red was alarming but what was more alarming was the fact that it was coming from his nose! Instantly, he pinched his nostrils so that it stopped the flow. Have you seen it? Of course, you had seen! You’re standing right there! With your great ass and fantastic legs and perky- okay stop it Namjoon that’s not helping the situation.

How embarrassing. This hadn’t happened to him since he was in middle school. Why now did his body revert to its prepubescent functions?

“Oh my God are you alright,” You said, taking a couple of steps towards him but Namjoon held a hand out to stop you. He didn’t want to get blood on you. God, he wanted to disappear. If the floor could swallow him up right then he would be grateful.

“Yeah,” he said in a high pitched nasally voice, “Yeah happens all the time…” he lied. Great. Now you probably thought he had some weird problem with his nose. Real nice, Namjoon. “Oh, uh… do you have napkins or something? Uh… I think I have a tampon somewhere in my bag…”

“Behind the counter,” he said imagining just how stupid he would look with a tampon stuck up his nose. It was the last thing he needed. He watched you walk cautiously to the counter and start to move things around. It was then that he realized that he’d put the napkins he’d used for lunch in a drawer that was under lock and key. Don’t ask him why, he couldn’t tell you but there was no way you would be able to get into it without the keys that…were strapped to the belt loop of his denim jeans.

“I don’t see them,” you said as he walked over carefully so that he didn’t bump into anything.

“I’m sorry,” he said before taking a deep breath through his mouth, “they’re in the drawer with the keyhole… they’re on my belt loop.”

You blinked up at him then looked down at his waist. He silently prayed to whatever God made you to please, please(!) let his nether regions behave but he feared the worst. If his nose was gone, his dick had to be at least halfway there. And…not to toot his own horn but he wasn’t exactly small.

He saw your eyes glaze over for a second and his heart skipped a beat. It was only for a second though because you shook your head and were reaching across the divide. Namjoon kept his head tilted back, his eyes staring at the popcorn ceiling.

Gentle as the breeze, he felt your hand gingerly touch the keys on his belt loops. It wasn’t hard to unclip, he knew as much and you seemed to have been taking extra care to not touch anywhere that didn’t need to be touched.

It was a flood gate of relief when he felt you successfully unclip the ring from his jeans without incident but the discomfort in his pants told him that while the blood was running out of his nose, it was also rushing straight between his legs.

He felt the humiliation fill him as he heard you unlocked the drawer. Why… he would have rather his night have gone how he had originally thought, boring and uneventful than this shit show he was in. It’s not like he had a chance with you.

“Hey, um…what’s your name?” You asked and Namjoon looked down at you. He was met with your pretty eyes and a soft inquisitive smile.

“N-Namjoon. I’m Namjoon.”

“Namjoon,” you confirmed with a nod, “you should sit.”

You gestured to his chair which was a bit of way behind you. He complied, still holding his nose out of fear. It started to feel dry enough but he was scared that it would start again if he looked- gulp- down.

It was then that he realized his huge mistake. Now he was sitting, he was level not with your face but with your chest. Your milky, exposed…soft-looking chest. Fuck. He forced his eyes to meet yours. A smirk was pressed across your pretty lips, or was he imagining it? The white lights framed you like a halo and he had to wonder if you had set him up for this. It was too perfect. The light, the level, the proximity of your body to his.

“Here let me help,” you said bending at the waist. Danger! Danger! Keep your eyes up Namjoon! Don’t look into her dress!

“Ah-I got it!” he nearly yelled pushing his chair farther away from you, his dick pulsed painfully against his jeans. Why had he chosen the tighter ones that day?

“No really let me help! It’s the least I can do to repay you for letting me hide in here past your closing time.”

“It was no big deal,” he said trying to avoid you as you got closer once again. You scrunched up your nose and lunged forward again. Namjoon tried to dodge but cornered himself against the wall. There was nowhere to go and you weren’t letting up.

You grabbed onto the armrests and held the chair from moving. The napkins were in your hand ready to use. You smiled sweetly at him. Why did it feel like a threat?

“You saved a damsel in real distress. I think it was a big deal Namjoon, please?”  

How could he refuse? How was he supposed to refuse you when you were so close and you smelled so good and every time you moved, your steep neckline gave room for him to look right into the depths of…

“Oh alright… can I at least get your name?”

You brightened triumphantly, as a smile that was less smug than it was the picture of adorable graced your lips. You gave him whiplash. How could you be both cute and the epitome of sexy? Were you ever trying or was this just you?

“I suppose it’s only fair,” you said, “my name is Y/N but most people call me Bambi for obvious reasons.”

“Do you like it?” Namjoon asked slightly freaked out that he’d thought of that equivalent to you earlier.

Gently, you took the wrist of the hand holding his nose and had him remove it. He felt a bit of blood move as soon as he had but you wasted no time in wiping at it with the napkins. It was so gentle that he could have fallen asleep.

“I don’t mind it,” you shrugged, leaning in a little closer to wipe something he couldn’t see. Suddenly, he felt you nudge his legs closed and you straddled them between your own still standing. Then, ever so slowly, you raised your right led and wedged it between his left thigh and the armrest.

“Sorry, do you mind?” You asked him sugar-sweet, “It’s better leverage.”

“I uh…” words… what were words again. When Namjoon couldn’t think of the right thing to say, he simply held up an ok sign and leaned back on the chair. If his heart would take a chill pill, that would be great.

“Kind of a nightmare huh,” you said and his heart did a full stop. Could you read minds as well?

“Wha-what is?”

“My date,” you said with a laugh that was supposed to diffuse the tension but he could tell you were uncomfortable.

“Oh. Yeah…”

“Found him on an app for people in their 20s who are supposedly ready to settle down but that guy was anything but marriage material.”

You dabbed carefully at his nostril but the blood was starting to dry. Luckily, it wasn’t flowing anymore. Unbeknownst to you, it was for a very BIG reason.

“Yeah. The guy was a real dick,” Namjoon said chuckling lightly as your hand came up to his head. You held your hand against his cheek and steadied his head so you could try to get as much of the blood off his face as you could. Wow… he had a pretty face…

Your legs slipped further onto the chair until your knee was flush against the backrest. You were a short woman, and Namjoon was a long man. It was almost no surprise when your back leg slipped slightly-darn those stupidly slippery yet absolutely adorable wedges- and your ass landed directly on his thighs.

He’d have to be dead to not feel the intense amount of heat that was radiating from between your legs. And Namjoon was not dead, at least, he hoped he wasn’t, because this was his definition of heaven and he wasn’t sure what was real at that moment. His member twitched impatiently in his pants. He felt a deep blush rise to his cheeks as you glanced up at him apologetically and slightly terrified.

Namjoon swallowed hard. His chest was rising and falling rapidly. 

Think with your brain, not with your dick. Think with your brain, not with your dick. Think with your brain, not with your-

“I-I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s okay! I mean- it’s not your fault! I uh…” Namjoon stuttered.

“It’s my shoes.”

“Yeah they’re cute,” he said clearly thinking with his dick.

“I slipped and-wait what?”

Namjoon would have facepalmed if he had any blood left in his body and his arms had any feeling left in them but he settled for connecting his eyebrows.

“Sorry… sometimes I speak without thinking.”

Namjoon chose that moment to shift under you. Electric pleasure coursed into your belly through the thick fabric of his pants. You bit your lip to stop yourself from having a reaction but Namjoon noticed.

“Would-“ he cleared his throat and shifted slightly once again, you hissed, “would it be…better leverage if you had both your legs on the chair?” It was an invitation but it was indirect enough that he hoped you wouldn’t feel uncomfortable.

It took a second for you to understand, but then a brief picture of you pushing his head into your chest popped in your head and understanding dawned on you.

“Oh uh… yes actually I- I think that would be much- much better.”

Had Namjoon heard you correctly? Had you just agreed? He must be dreaming. He had to be. But then you were adjusting, and your knee had joined your right at the backrest on either side of his thighs. You were sitting up so that he had to strain his head to look you in the eyes. Your chest was once again easily accessible to him yet he wasn’t sure if he could look.

“Can I ask you something,” you questioned, dabbing at his nose as an excuse to get closer to his face even though he was as clean as he was gonna get without water and soap.

“Mhm.” If he wanted, he could reach up slightly and kiss your delectable lips.

“You really think I have a great ass?”

Namjoon’s stomach twisted. Was this a trap?

“I um- I mean- not that I was looking per se but uh yeah...”

A pause followed shortly in which you balled up the napkin and threw it over your shoulder. Then you brought your attention back to him. Your cheeks were rouged and your pupils were blown wide. You were breathing almost as heavily as Namjoon was.

“What if,” another pause in which you let your eyes study his every feature, “I want you to look?”

“I-what?” No way. This was a wet dream. He was going to wake up any moment now and he would be in his bed with his sheets ruined. He just knew it.

You used the hand that had been taking care of the napkin to grab his wrist again and guided it to the swell of your ass. His hand molded onto the curve almost as if it was made to hold it and you clenched around nothing as he gently squeezed.

You let go of his face and grabbed his other hand. He didn’t fight you. He let you lead him onto your chest, the swell of your breast seeming just the right amount of big for him. It wasn’t huge but it wasn’t small. It was the goldilocks of breasts, he thought before he rolled his eyes internally at himself.

“Is this okay,” you asked him, suddenly feeling self-conscious when he didn’t move or so much as blink at you, “I don’t really do this kind of thing like- ever… and I understand if you want me to just back off-”

“No!” He pulled and pushed you closer to his body roughly with the hold he had on you.

“I mean… no. It’s fine I- I don’t do it often either. I’ve had sex- I meant just not casually? Not that there’s anything wrong with casual sex or anything, I’m not judging in the slightest I’m just saying that I don’t usually sleep around… not that sleeping around is a judgment-”

“Namjoon?”

“Yes?” He breathed, glad for the interruption.

“I got it.”

“Oh,” he chuckled, “okay… sorry.”

“It’s alright just… do you wanna-”

“Yes!” He was too eager. He knew he sounded it and if you could feel the way that his body throbbed you would feel it too but he couldn’t help it. Something about you was alluring in a way he’d never felt. It was like you were a magnet and he was metal. He couldn’t pull away if he tried.

It was true, Namjoon didn’t usually do things like this but it felt okay. This one time it felt like he NEEDED to sleep with you. Like it would all fall into place if he did. Usually, he’d at least buy you dinner and take you on a couple of dates. He shrugged off his thoughts. He’d deal with that moral dilemma later.

Right then, he was a little too focused on the way he could feel your nipple in the center of his palm.

He graced his thumb over the erect nub. You shivered with the minimal contact. Namjoon watched the goosebumps erupt all over your arms. So you had sensitive nipples? He stored that in the back of his mind. He did it again, this time putting a little more pressure on the spot and you arched into him.

Embarrassed, you bit your lips and giggled. Namjoon could write poetry about the sound on its own.

“It’s okay, Baby girl,” Namjoon said slipping a little too fast into his sex mode, “you don’t have to be embarrassed.

He leaned forward and kissed the skin between your breasts tenderly. Another wave of excitement ran through you.

Namjoon hooked his thumb into the neckline and pulled it back slightly. With a quick glance up to make sure it was okay with you. you confirmed by giving him a quick nod. He pulled it all the way to the side to reveal you weren’t wearing a bra. He had not expected that. But was he complaining? Hell no. he wasted no time in kissing the exposed skin. His lips were warm against your nipple and the little pecks were driving you crazy. Wow, if he was this good with his mouth up here… you could only imagine what he would be like a bit lower.

His tongue ventured out and licked a thick stripe on the bud. The warmth and wetness of his tongue contrasted heavily with the coolness of the store. He didn’t hesitate to trace your areola then noisily suck in your nipple. His hand was cupping under your boob to keep it in place. Your core was throbbing painfully. You needed him to touch you. You need to touch him.

You felt his hand pull the other side of your dress aside. The cold air nipped at your skin as his fingers went to work, tweaking and pulling lightly at the raised skin.

You moaned deep in your throat, moving your hips uncomfortably above his hips. You couldn’t take it anymore. You reached down and pulled at the neat bow on your hip that held the two ends of the dress together. It untied easily exposing your front entirely to him.

Namjoon felt the fabric give way. He pulled his lips from your chest and the small hickey he’s started to make and looked down in inquisition. What met his unexpectant eyes was your nearly naked body in full view. Bra absent and black, silk panties present. They wrapped intricately onto your stomach. Attractively.

“Damn am I lucky that your date was awful… look at this pretty little thing you have for daddy,” Namjoon groaned aa a flash of embarrassment hit him. He’d really just thrown that out there like a live bomb. He looked up at you, expecting your to be disgusted or have some strong, unpleasant reaction to what he’d said but-

“Daddy?… noted,” you said with a smile.

“Is that alright?”

“I’m a daddy’s girl so… I’d say it is.”

Perfect. How could this be any more perfect?

You grabbed the hand on your boob and dragged it down into your underwear. Namjoon swallowed as he felt just how wet you already were. You were gushing. With what felt like practiced ease, he found your clit and gave it a soft stroke. You were sensitive. So, so sensitive. A moan was ripped out of you instantly.

“That’s it princess… so good for daddy.”

A resounding smack vibrated in your ears. A gasp escaped your pink lips and your doe eyes were back.

“Do that again.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He spanked your ass again, harder. It pushed you further into his big hand. He rubbed your clit in fast tight circles. He wanted to see you come undone. He wanted to make you writhe under him, he wanted you to scream his name.

It wasn’t long before he had you on the cusp of what was going to be a fantastic orgasm. His dick throbbed painfully but he didn’t care. He was always a big giver and for you, oh God for you… he could do this all night if you let him. Anything to make that angelic face twist in what could only be described as pure pleasure. This is what it was like to make an angel his.

“D-daddy… I think I’m gonna-”

“Cum little doe… cum for me.”

A gurgled moan left your lips as you were thrust into the eye of the orgasm. Your body tensed and little stars began to dance behind your closed eyelids. You convulsed as Namjoon pushed his fingers into your heat mid-orgasm and continued to draw circles with his thumb. He spanked you again and again as you rode it out.

You shivered and twitched in his hold. Lewd, loud squelches left your core. It was embarrassing.

“That’s what I like to hear,” Namjoon growled. Your scent hit nostrils. He was going feral. God, he wanted to taste you. He spanked you one last time before he pulled his fingers tenderly from your heat. Almost instantly you collapsed into him. Exhausted from your experience.

“Whoa, hey Y/N, are you alright?”

You breathed against his wide shoulders and held onto his toned arms. In the back of your head you knew that you wanted to return the favor but you were so weak… you needed to recharge.

“Fine,” you breathed.

After a couple of seconds of rest you pushed yourself up and sat back on his thighs. His member was so hard that it almost hurt against your core.

“Your turn?”

Namjoon smiled, “Mmm I think I’m alright.”

You quirked a curious eyebrow at him, pulling your dress slightly over your chest.

“Don’t get me wrong, I want… you but I really should close up shop and it's getting kind of late.”

“Oh, right I hadn’t even thought of that.” You haphazardly tied your dress up again and pushed yourself off his lap. Namjoon mourned the loss of your weight on him but he knew it was for the best. He didn’t exactly have a condom or anything so it’s not like he could have had sex with you even if he wanted to but damn did he want to.

“Right… yeah I should go,” you agreed straightening yourself out awkwardly. When you were sure your breasts were well and covered you stepped around the counter to make your way out, that is until you realized it was locked.

“Could you maybe-”

“Oh yeah! Right, hold on.” Namjoon grabbed his keys then a box and a flat cardboard thing and turned towards you.

“Here, for the record, this is a record,” he said, holding up the flat thing you had seen earlier, “this is a record player,” he patted the box, “And this,” he grabbed a sticky note and a pen and stuck it to the front of the box while quickly scribing something down, “is my phone number. You know,” he paused, “in case you wanna learn about this jukebox thingy.” He chuckled at your expense and only then did you realize your mistake. Had you really called the records jukebox thingies? What an idiot.

“Oh God, how much is all of this?”

“On the house, well,” he sighed looking at what your date had set on the counter earlier, “Really it’s on your date. Guess that Ass was good for something after all.”

In his hand was a one hundred dollar bill. Namjoon smiled.

“Just leave the keys in the keyhole. I’ll fix it later and don’t hesitate to call if you need any help.”

“I won’t,” you said, majorly excited that your date had gone so horribly. You waved at the cute man behind the counter. Dimples popping out at you.

As you walked towards the door, arms full, you looked down at the record he had given you. In big colorful letters, the word Dynamite was written. Huh, you hadn’t ever heard of this- was it a band? You were always looking to expand your music taste.

You turned the key to open the door and the bell jingled above you. You glanced over your shoulder once more. Namjoon was watching you leave. Without a second thought, you gave your own ass a light spank and sent a wink his way.

Namjoon felt his whole body convulse with need as he watched you leave. What a fucking dream.

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[imagine-avengers]

Biker Part One- Clint Barton Series

This is Part one of the Biker Clint series, the series is yet to be completed, which isn’t typical for me as I like to finish a series before posting any part but I should be done writing it soon. Enjoy!

Olivia never thought she’d be standing in the parking lot of the Howling Commando’s clubhouse again. She never thought she’d be coming home after all these years, especially after the way she left. Olivia leaned against the side of her black Ford Focus and stared at the bikes lining the wall, her sunglasses over her eyes hiding her face so no one recognized her. She watched as a few Prospects came out of the clubhouse all laughing together so she picked up her camera and took a few photos of them before dropping it back against her chest and heading towards the front doors. Entering the clubhouse brought a wave of nostalgia over Olivia as she spent most of her life in this place.

“Olivia?” Olivia’s eyes scanned the bar area before settling on where Steve Rogers stood against it, his broad chest covered by his kutte that held the VP patch he gained once Bucky had taken over as President.

“Hiya Stevie.” Olivia smiled at her brothers best friend as she took her sunglasses off, showing the scar that was over her eye that she had gotten from a motorcycle accident along with a newer bruise that went over her other eye.

“I thought that was you.” Steve moved from the bar and enveloped Olivia into his arms. “What the hell happened to your eye Liv? What are you doing here? Buck know you’re back? Does Clint?” Steve reamed her with questions as Olivia pulled away from him.

“Slow down.” Olivia laughed. “No Stevie, haven’t talked to Clint since I left, you know that. I thought I’d surprise Bucky.” She shrugged thinking of her brother. “I have news for him.” She spoke. “The eye, well that’s partially why I’m here. Is Buck around?” She glanced around the bar not seeing Bucky or his wife, Natasha, or anyone she really recognized. “Lots of knew people in town, huh?” She asked as Steve nodded.

“Yeah, he’s in the office, had some stuff to go over with Nat, money wise. Come on, I’ll take you back.” Olivia nodded and followed behind Steve, she stood out in the clubhouse, being in her light-wash skinny jeans and plain white t-shirt and black converse. “He’s gonna be shocked Liv, we haven’t heard from you in months.” Steve gave the girl; whom was basically his little sister, a glare. “And now you show up with a big ass bruise, hell Barton is gonna have a heart attack.”

“I know, things got crazy with school Stevie.” Olivia frowned as Steve knocked on Bucky’s office door.

“You two decent?” Steve asked before hearing a grunt and he opened the door and got hit in the head with a pen that came from Natasha. “Someone’s here to see you Buck.” Steve stepped inside the room and made room for Olivia to step in.

“Hey big brother.” Bucky dropped his own pen and stood moving towards his little sister.

“Fuck Livvy.” Bucky muttered pulling his sister into his arms. “What the fuck happened to you?” Bucky pulled away and examined her, his eyes landing on the bruise. “Who touched you?”

“Buck,”

“Who touched you?” Natasha asked, now standing where Bucky had been in front of her. “Liv, we can’t help if you don’t tell us.” Nat spoke as she pulled her sister-in-law into a hug.

“Um, if we’re going to have this conversation, you’re gonna want to have Clint here.” Olivia spoke softly as she fiddled with the sleeves of her jacket.

“Is Clint back in town yet?” Bucky asked looking to Steve.

“Not sure, I’d have to check with Sam.” Bucky nodded and Steve left the room to go find Sam.

“Let’s get you a drink, huh?” Natasha went to pull Olivia out of the room and towards the bar, Bucky not far behind them.

“Wait.” Olivia turned to her brother. “I have news.” She grinned at her brother. “I graduate at the end of the month; my last final was two days ago.” She spoke causing Bucky to grin.

“That’s great Livvy. I’m so proud of you!” Bucky pulled her into another hug. “Now go hang out with Nat while I finish this up and then we’ll have Barton back to talk.” Olivia nodded and followed Natasha to the bar.

“Hey Nat?” Olivia asked as she stared down at the glass of bourbon that sat in front of her. “How’s Rebecca?” She spoke of her sister. Rebecca and Olivia had stopped talking years ago when Rebecca had claimed to be in love with Clint and refused to speak to Olivia once she started seeing him. Though she and Rebecca didn’t speak, Olivia still spoke to her younger sisters, Frances and Mary almost everyday, the three being very close as they were all off at college.

“She’s doing good, we missed you at the wedding.” Olivia looked up at her sister-in-law from her drink.

“Wedding? Becca got married?” Olivia hadn’t known Rebecca was seeing anyone, much less getting married.

“Oh Liv, I thought she would have at least invited you to the wedding, I’m sorry.” Natasha frowned at the girl. “They got married three months ago, they’re expecting a little girl in about seven months.” Olivia nodded.

“Becca’s always wanted kids, I’m happy for her.” Olivia spoke softly. “She told me I was dead to her when I was fifteen and hasn’t spoken to me since I turned eighteen and agreed to marry Clint, so I’m not surprised she didn’t invite me, just kinda hurts.” Olivia shrugged as she heard the doors open.

“Clint’s here.” Natasha spoke as Olivia glanced behind her to see Clint walking in with Thor and Loki. “Clint.” Natasha waved him over, and he turned locking eyes with Olivia. “Your wife is here.” This caused the clubhouse to fall silent.

“Whoa, you’re married?” Sam asked from by where Steve stood with a few others. Olivia hadn’t met Sam, but from the description Natasha had given her and the way Wanda was holding onto him, she assumed he was Sam.

“Yeah.” Clint nodded. “She left.” Clint spoke as he stared at her, his eyes following the line of the bruise on her face. “Back to get me to sign the papers so you can marry your boyfriend?” Clint asked as Olivia rolled her eyes.

“Don’t be like that Clint.” Olivia muttered, her eyes following his face to look for any signs of scarring. “Where are your hearing aids?” She signed to the eighty percent deaf Clint. He shrugged as he moved towards her, his eyes never leaving the bruise. “I’m not back because of a boyfriend, if I’m being honest, haven’t dated since you, jackass.” She turned back to the vodka that Natasha had sat in front of her.

“Olivia is Bucky’s sister.” Natasha spoke glancing at Sam.

“What happened Liv?” Clint spoke softly as he ran a hand over the bruise as he stopped in front of her.

“Put your hearing aids in.” Olivia mumbled pulling away from him. “That’s one of the reasons I’m here.” She spoke staring into his eyes for a moment. “Stevie, Nat.” Olivia looked to the two and motioned towards Bucky’s office, where the four walked into, Clint putting his hearing aids in whilst the four headed back to the office.

“What happened?” Bucky asked leaning against his desk, Nat sitting in his chair, Steve standing against the door frame with Clint standing next to Olivia.

“So, I worked at a bar as a bartender and there was this guy who kept flirting with me every shift, he couldn’t get the hint that I wasn’t interested. After a few months I felt like someone was following me around, so I changed my routine. I came home from work a few weeks ago and somethings in my apartment were moved around, I filed a police report, but since nothing was stolen, they couldn’t do anything. Then a few nights ago, I was walking home from work, I only lived two blocks away, and the guy from the bar showed up demanding I take him home, and was insinuating I should sleep with him, I told him I was married, he didn’t like that.” Oliva ran a hand over her eyes. “He said if he ever seen me with another man, he’d kill them and then he hit me. He left me in the street, I packed everything and left that night and came here. Buck, I’m scared.” Olivia spoke as she started trembling. “What if he followed me?” The whole time she spoke she signed so Clint could see what she was saying, though he was eighty percent deaf, he could hear slightly and could talk perfectly fine.

“Liv, that asshole is never going to touch you again, he messed with the wrong girl.” Bucky spoke pulling his sister into his arms. “Besides, we’ve all seen how possessive Barton gets, no way is anyone ever going to harm you baby sis.”

“No one is going to touch you Liv.” Clint spoke staring at his wife whom nodded. The group sat in Bucky’s office, Liv describing what the guy looked like before Natasha called Tony to run down security camera’s from the bar Liv had worked at.

“You gonna stay at the clubhouse, my place, or with Barton?” Bucky asked whilst the two were sitting at the bar, Loki was in the kitchen making some burgers for the two. Olivia looked over at her brother as she sipped out of her coffee mug.

“Probably with Clint, I think the two of us need to talk.” Olivia shrugged. “Plus I know he has internet, unlike my brother.” She gave him a look and smirked. “I have some photos I have to send out to a client.” Olivia was getting a photography degree and had started an online photography business.

“I know you never wanted to talk about it, but why’d you ask for the divorce?” Bucky looked at his sister from his beer. Olivia sighed and bit her lip before groaning.

“Buck,” Olivia’s voice was soft. “he spent more time here with the club than he did with me after we got married. I never got to see him, all we did was fight and he became distant.” Olivia looked away from her brother. “I thought it was what he wanted, I thought he wanted a divorce, I never understood why he didn’t sign the papers, he didn’t want me Buck.” Olivia spoke softly. “He proved that to me enough in our first year of marriage.”

“Liv, that’s not why he pulled away, I think you should talk to him. Yeah he pulled away because of club stuff, but he’s been in love with you since you were like ten.” Bucky reminded as Loki brought out their food.

“Thanks Loki.” Olivia smiled at the raven-haired man as she pushed her fries around.

“For the record,” Loki spoke. “Clint Barton is hopelessly in love with you.” He stated before heading back into the kitchen.

“For fuck sake. Is everyone going to keep telling me this?” Olivia groaned before she took a bite of her burger.

“Yes.” Natasha spoke standing behind her husband. “Babe, Clint is my best friend and has been since I was four, the mans in love with you and that’s never changed.” Natasha stated as she touched her husband’s shoulder. “I’m heading home, don’t be too late.” Natasha spoke before giving a tight smile to Liv. “Talk to Clint, clear things up and then fuck him.” Winking as Bucky groaned, Natasha took her leave.

“Your wife is a minx.” Bucky nodded at his sisters words, the two eating in silence for a few minutes. “We talked about starting a family.” Olivia whispered glancing at Clint by the pool table. “We were going to start trying, but then he came home one day after a club meeting, telling me it wasn’t what he wanted, he didn’t want to have kids with me.”

“He didn’t mean that Liv,”

“No, he just meant he didn’t want them with me, I know that Buck. I’m not an idiot, I could see my husband losing interest in me and I wasn’t going to continue being in a once sided marriage.” Olivia pushed her fries around as she spoke. “I loved him Buck but he didn’t fight for me, he didn’t even try to save our marriage, I tried so hard and he couldn’t be bothered.”

[honeyjxsung]

It’s You

Member: Felix x Reader

Word Count: 2.7k oof this was longer than expected

Genre: Fluff

Request:  I was wondering if you could do one where felix's crush needs a fake date for a family event and she ask him plz😊

A/N: Here it is love! I’m sorry this took a while, so please forgive me, but 

Enjoy! <33

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You were freaking out. 

Not because you were going to a family reunion, no. You were pretty excited to go, it’s been so long since you’ve seen your relatives. You haven’t kept in touch with the cousins you used to be so close with, so meeting them would bring back some nostalgia. You were freaking out because you said you were bringing your boyfriend with you. And the problem is, you don’t have a boyfriend in the first place. 

It only started because you were fed up with your second cousin bragging about her fiancé coming to visit. She rubbed the fact that she got a man before everyone else in your face, and you got quite annoyed, causing you to blurt out stuff you didn’t think through, like how you would bring your lover to the gathering. 

Oh, how you fucked up.

Now you had to find a boyfriend in less than 24 hours.

You grew extremely anxious at first. You didn’t know where or how to find a guy who was willing to be your pretend boyfriend. You didn’t even know how to properly talk to guys! Groaning, you rolled around on your bed as you scrolled through your contacts list, finding someone, anyone, who could be up for the job. 

Then you came across the name that sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

-

Felix was freaking out.

He didn’t expect his crush to show up at his doorstep so early in the morning. He didn’t have time to prepare what to say or what he looked like, so he was a stuttering mess. 

“O-oh! Hey, Y/n...uh what are you doing here?” He rubbed the nape of his neck nervously. You shifted the weight on your right leg to your left,

biting your lip. 

“Hey, Felix! Sorry for disturbing, are you busy?” 

God, you hoped you put enough foundation to cover your crimson red cheeks. 

You didn’t even know why you chose your crush to be the one. It was a terrible mistake and you were certainly going to make a fool out of yourself if you act all intimate with him. You mentally cursed at yourself, thinking that you could’ve chosen your best friend’s brother. Or maybe one of Felix’s members. Anyone but the boy who had such an effect on you.

Ugh so stupid.

The boy in front of you shook his head, “No it’s totally fine, and I’m not busy. Come in.” He stepped aside and motioned for you to enter his dormitory. Luckily his members were either gone for work or completely out cold. 

You entered timidly and kicked off your shoes, lining them to the wall and made your way to the couch where he was sitting. 

“So what’s up?” 

“Ok um..” You began. You didn’t know how to bring up the whole boyfriend scheme without seeming weird. Felix cocked his head to the side, and if you weren’t panicking you would’ve found it cute. 

You couldn’t take it back anymore, you were already in his place, probably wasting his precious time that he could’ve spent on something more productive. 

“I need you to be my fake boyfriend for a family reunion!” You blurted out. You were scared of how he would react so you expected the worst, but he only seemed confused, hinting at how his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

He blinked, trying to process what you said. Was he hearing things? 

“Wh-what?” 

“Just for today, my cousins think I have a boyfriend when I actually don’t. It’s fine if you don’t want to.” 

Felix was quite taken aback, and he was beginning to blush. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he often fantasized about you being his girlfriend. And although it was going to last one day and it was completely fake, he was willing to do it. Mostly for your sake, but partially for his too. 

“No-no It’s alright, I was just a bit shocked...when do we start?” 

“Well it starts at 5 so we have plenty of time to get ready and such. By the way, you can wear something nice, it doesn’t have to be so formal though.”

Felix nodded and gave you a soft smile. He could tell how tense you were, you must be really anxious. “Would you like anything to drink?” He offered, standing up from his spot. 

“Oh, I’ll just have a glass of water please.” 

He nodded and escorted himself to the kitchen. He still had a good view of you from the kitchen since it was out in the open, and he could see how you were sitting up straight and fiddled with your fingers. You were wondering why Felix seemed so fine about it. Asking to be your fake boyfriend was so out of the blue, and it calmed you that he wasn't judging you. You looked at his direction and he gave you a playful grin to calm your nerves

“Make yourself comfortable, Y/n. I don’t want my girlfriend to feel so tense.” 

He froze, Felix didn’t know where that burst of confidence came from. Gosh, that was so embarrassing. He attempted to hide behind the counter, scared to see your face, but he heard your adorable giggle and his smile resurfaced. “Alright, whatever you say, babe.” You retorted, and you instantly regretted it. Was that too much? Your heart was pounding and you were afraid that he would be able to hear it from across the room. 

He came back with two glasses of water, passing one to you, and you thanked him. That was when you realized how quiet the place was. Felix was in Stray Kids, and the members were known to be very loud. It was odd that you never heard a single scream yet. 

“Where are the rest of the boys?” You asked, looking around. Felix followed your actions, taking a sip. “Well, Chan, Woojin, Seungmin, and Jisung are at the Jyp Building. The rest are asleep. They stayed up pretty late last night.” He chuckled, remembering how rowdy they were the other day. Felix loved his 8 members dearly as if they were his brothers. They were all pretty close, so knowing personal things about each other wasn't new. That means they know all about Felix’s huge crush on you, and he quietly praised the fact that none of them were present to expose him. 

“That’s typical of you guys. Partying like there’s no tomorrow.”

There was that laugh again. The one that set sparks flying inside of his chest. Felix tried to ignore it because he didn’t want to ruin a simple conversation, but you were just too damn cute to ignore. 

“Well, that is their motto. But I’m not saying that it’s a good saying to follow.” He sighed. 

“But they’re really fun to be around, not gonna lie.” 

“What, are you saying that they are more fun than me?” Felix put a hand to his chest, mocking a hurt expression.

“I never said that!” 

“That’s what you implied!” 

“There was no implication in that statement!” 

“That hurts Y/n. You wound me.” He faked a cry and you scoffed while shoving his shoulder lightly. The two of you continued to talk to each other, and your original plans of leaving the dorm to ready your stuff were out the window. Somehow, the gap between the both of you on the couch was nonexistent anymore, as you were shoulder to shoulder. Time flew by before you even knew it, and the only thing that snapped you out of it was Minho sleepily walking to the kitchen without noticing the two people on the couch. You and Felix sat in silence, watching the boy shuffle to the fridge, and tried not to burst out laughing. 

“Good Morning Minho.” You said as calmly as you could. It was normal for the members to wake up extremely late, and both of you found it amusing seeing how confused they end up once they found out that others just finished lunch.

Minho, not sparing a glance responded, “Hey Y/n-“ and continued to down his food. 

It was only when Felix burst into a fit of laughter when Lee know realized you were in their dorm. He nearly choked on his brunch. “Y/n-when did you get here?” 

After you calmed yourself and Felix down, you proceeded to answer the boy’s question by checking the time. “I got here at like 11-holy shit, Lix it’s Three!” 

It took an hour and a half to get to the family reunion, and you weren’t even changed yet. You swiftly got up and Felix followed with a nod. He let you in his room and began to look through his closet with you sitting on his bed. 

-

Several minutes passed, and Felix looked incredible. He wore a loose button-down that outlined his muscles and blue jeans. He swept his hair to the side which revealed his forehead. It was so simple, yet it was able to blow you away. You gave a look of approval and went to your car to your place. Felix came with you while Minho was left without an explanation.

You rushed to your wardrobe while Felix patiently waited in the living room. You cleaned yourself up and rushed outside. Felix couldn't move, you were breathtaking. In a cute off-the-shoulder blouse with black jeans, you looked stunning. 

“Ready?” You asked. 

He gulped.

“As I’ll ever be.”

-

“Y/n! Hey!” A high pitched voice rang through your ears once you entered the doors. It was your cousin, with a smirk on her face. She extended her arms out to your and her hot pink claw nails grazed your skin as she patted your back. There was a tall man by her side, which you assumed was her fiancé she bragged about so much. “This is Rowoon, my fiancé. He’s a doctor.” Your assumptions were proven when she said the last part with a proud grin. You tried not to scoff at her obvious intentions and put on a smile as you greeted her soon to be husband. He seemed very gentlemanly, with soft eyes and a fit body. He had a good fashion sense and his kind personality was what reeled you in. You couldn’t believe he was to marry your bratty cousin. Poor guy.

“So, where's the boyfriend? Is he not coming? Or is he just not existent?” 

You pursed your lips to stop yourself from saying something you’d regret later and half-heartedly laughed. Felix told you to go ahead because the parking was hard to find. “No no, he’s here, he’s just parking the car.” 

And as if it was on cue, you heard his familiar voice behind you. “Babe!” 

The act had begun.

The smile on your face turned genuine once he met eyes with you. Your cousin’s attention wasn’t on you anymore, but on the handsome boy who claimed to be your boyfriend. She batted her eyelashes towards him and giggled. 

“Yuna, this is Felix, my boyfriend.” Instinctively, Felix interlaced his fingers with yours, and you were taken by surprise. His hands were soft and fit with yours as if they were meant to be held together. It was an unfamiliar feeling that you felt, you couldn’t quite put a finger on it. Though you were sure about one thing.

It felt so right.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you both.” Felix reached his hand out to the couple while his left hand remained wrapped around yours. He gave Rowoon a firm handshake and Yuna hugged him. 

You wanted to get out of Yuna’s sight, so you squeezed Felix’s hand and he immediately responded. 

“It was nice meeting you, but we’ll go ahead and get some food.” Felix bowed dismissively and you mustered up a wave before heading to the tables. Felix led you to a chair and pulled it out for you to sit it. Then he left you and your thoughts alone to get food. You were grateful that Felix was willing to pose as someone he’s not and go through your hectic family just to spare your pride, you knew it’ll take a lot in order to pay him back, but he deserved it. 

You viewed him from the corner of your eye filling two cups with some punch, and along the way, he made small talk with your aunt and first cousin. Judging by them laughing, you could tell their conversation was going well. 

It was a nice sight to see, seeing your family members get along with someone very special to you. If only he could see it too; if only you were just as precious to him as he was to you. If only this could last for more than one day. 

If only it could be real. 

Little did you know he felt the same way too.

-

“Your family is so nice, they’re really easy to get along with.” Felix comments, resting a hand on top of yours. He could get used to the feeling of your hands on his. You produced a different type of warmth whenever he touched you. It was comforting and relaxing.

It felt like home.

“They can be rowdy at times, but they’re really loving.” You said, looking off to the side. You avoided his stare. 

“Thank you, Felix, for coming. It means a lot.” You said softly. “I know acting like my fake boyfriend is odd of me, I wouldn’t be surprised if after this you would think of me as a weirdo.”

Felix swirled his drink a lifted his lips upward. “It’s not a problem. And I don’t think you’re a weirdo Y/n, I told you, it’s ok.” 

He reassured you one last time before taking a sip of the drink. You shared a comfortable silence between the both of you, the only noise was the loud chatting of your family and the clinking of silverware as they ate. You decided to look at him and his brows were furrowed as if he was in deep thought. And indeed he was.

You were about to speak up until he cleared his throat and mumbled a “fuck it” under his breath.

“Although, Y/n.” He began again, which caught your attention. The tone of his voice shifted and you were beginning to get scared as you didn’t know where it was going. 

“I want to make this relationship a reality.” 

Pause.

The white noise suddenly canceled out, the only sound was the thumping of your heart getting faster and faster. You didn’t hear wrong right? 

“What..?” your lips parted as you stared at him in awe, waiting for him to clarify what exactly he said, and luckily he did.

“I like you, Y/n. Well, I have been for a while… I’m really glad that you chose me to be your date for today, even if this is fake. I get it if you don’t want to, but would you like to make us real?” 

He internally cringed at his speech, and he was sure you were going to reject him. But to his relief, you felt a bit bold and decided to move forward and place a kiss on his lips. 

You pulled away, a light shade of red tinted on your cheeks as you processed what you just did, and Felix couldn’t move as he was just as speechless. 

“I like you too, Lix. And I would love to be your girlfriend.” 

-

The night continued, and your energy began to drain. You had a lot of fun talking to your relatives and catching up, but it was beginning to get darker and your feet were in pain. Saying farewell, you laced your hands with the blonde’s and walked out with a bright smile on your face. 

Thinking back, it was kind of funny; Felix walked in the building as your fake boyfriend and walked out as your real one. You chuckled at the thought, but you snapped out of it when the one who was on your mind sat right next to you, giving you a peck on the cheek before resting his head on your lap. On instinct, your fingers played with his bleached locks as he lulled himself to sleep.

Yeah, you can get used to this.

[ohlawsons]

HOMESICK

SUMMARY. Neria's used to spending her birthdays at home and with family. This year, she's spending it surrounded by undead. NOTES. written for @pillarspromptsweekly prompt 0006 birthday prompt! this turned out longer than i’d figured but hey, i finished on time, which is more than i can say for last week’s prompt. i’m still slowly working on the old flame prompt. slowly. anyway fun fact -- i opened up my copy of the pillars cookbook for the first time bc of this fic LINKS. [ ao3 ] [ Neria’s tag ]

She brings it up on their first trip into Defiance Bay, as they’re passing by the market in Copperlane.

“D’you think they have ymyran pudding?” Neria asks no one in particular, falling a bit behind as the group walks through the city.

“Do they have what?” Eder slows, letting Kana and Sagani pass him up as he waits for Neria to fall back into step beside him. “Sounds like some sort of fancy Aedyran thing.”

From just behind them, Aloth scoffs. “It is.” Eder can’t see the elf rolling his eyes, but he can assume. “It’s a very sweet, very heavy cinnamon dessert. I’m not surprised you had it in Rauatai.”

Neria shrugs, the movement quick and unsettled. “I didn’t, really. Myra used to make it for my birthday every year, even after she went back to Ixamitl. I just thought, since it’s-- well, nevermind.” She takes a deep breath, face tilting upwards to give a wide grin to both Eder and Aloth. “Just let me know if you see some? Dyrwoodans can’t bake for shit and it makes me kinda homesick.”

Kana turns to face them, his booming laughter reaching them easily. “That makes two of us, then. Maybe when you’ve gotten Caed Nua back to a reasonable state, we could try our hand at making some sweets. Rauatai pies, perhaps?”

“By the Effigy,” Neria groans, “I would kill for a Rauatai sweet pie right now.”

“Anything chocolate, really,” Kana agrees.

From up ahead, Sagani shakes her head. “The two of you have a sweet tooth as bad as an Aedyran. No offense, Aloth.”

The wizard sighs. “None taken.”

Neria and Kana continue to trade sickeningly sweet treats that they miss as the group walks through the city towards whatever horrors await them in Heritage Hill. Eder chimes in every so often, sometimes to defend the relatively bland Dyrwoodan cuisine or to offer a clever remark of his own. He pays particularly close attention to Neria, tucking away whatever little bits of knowledge he can about her as she talks, including the pudding -- which he’s already forgotten the name of.

There’s one point he really wants to ask her about -- her birthday, and the odd way she hesitated when she brought it up.

He doesn't get the chance, though, because they're leaving the populated districts of Defiance Bay and Neria’s bribing the guards, and suddenly they're surrounded by undead and half-dead. They stop to catch their breath in one of the partially collapsed mausoleums -- Neria pulls out some jerky, asks if it's distasteful, and Eder and Sagani laugh alongside her -- and once his pulse has returned to normal, Eder tries for a conversation.

“You mentioned something about a birthday, earlier,” he mentions, nonchalant.

Neria looks up from where she's sitting beside him, inspecting the blade of her axe. “Yeah, it's… It's weird. Don't worry about it.”

Kana perks up at that, his eyes lighting up as he turns his attention towards Neria. “What do you mean?”

She sets the axe down on her lap and sighs. “It’s weird,” she repeats. “I don’t actually know when my birthday is. I mean, my parents tried to abandon me in the forest to avoid the ire of Berath, so it’s not like they told me. All I know is the day Myra found me, which,” she pauses and shrugs, “would be today.”

“And we’re spending it in a haunted neighborhood chasing down cultists.” Kana shakes his head. “I’m sorry, Neria. Perhaps we’ll have time to celebrate when we get back to the inn.”

She grins. “Well, I’m not gonna turn down an excuse to spend the night drinking.”

They don’t spend the night drinking.

They’re ambushed by guls in one of the abandoned, run down manors on the east side of the district. Sagani takes a hard hit and she’s still standing but barely, so they gather in one of the rooms on the top floor and Neria barricades the door while Kana sings a quiet song of rest. Itumaak curls up beside Sagani, and between Kana’s singing and the bandaging they manage to stop the blood flow.

Neria offers to take the first watch, wanting to give Kana and Aloth plenty of time to rest. She pulls the last of her jerky out from her pack and settles onto one of the dusty armchairs, the upholstery torn and stained. It’s going to be a long, quiet watch, she knows, because they’re inside and there aren’t even stars to watch.

She’s on her last strip of jerky, tearing it into increasingly tiny pieces to make it last, when she hears a sound from the floor below them. It’s nearly time to wake Eder for his watch, anyway, so she shoves the rest of the jerky into her mouth and shakes him awake.

“There’s something downstairs,” she whispers, the words garbled through her mouth full of jerky. “I’m gonna go look.”

As Neria turns to leave, Eder reaches up to grab her wrist -- he’s sitting upright, and they’re nearly eye-level now -- and shakes his head. “Just leave it. We’ll worry about it if it comes up here.” He pauses and looks her over. “Besides, you need to rest.”

She frowns and tugs her wrist free from his grasp so she can cross her arms. “Fine, take all the fun out of this trip.”

He gives her a slow smile. “You mean you haven’t been having fun?”

“Oh, loads,” she assures him, hoping to draw out another smile. “I usually spend my birthday in Ixamitl with Myra, but going up against mindless undead and fucked up animancers? Huge improvement.” She pauses, then glances back towards the door. “I’m just gonna go look.”

“Neria, wait.” His smile has disappeared, and the soft, measured way he says her name is enough to break through the last of Neria’s resolve.

“Alright, alright,” she relents, letting her war hammer drop to the dusty floor beside her with a thunk. She rests her left hand on its haft, fingers drumming against the sturdy wood as she thinks. “I can’t believe I’m stuck in a fucking haunted house.” The words are bitter and quiet, meant only for herself, but out of the corner of her eye she just catches the way that Eder’s brow knits together. Neria bites back a curse; she hadn’t meant to bother him -- or anyone else -- about her birthday, but the combination of this Watcher bullshit and the fact that it’s the first birthday she’s spent away from Myra has put her in a particularly sour mood.

“Hey.” Eder puts a hand on Neria’s shoulder -- and it’s odd, because he’s still sitting and neither of them are used to being eye-level with each other -- and offers a warm smile. “Soon as we get back to Copperlane, we’ll celebrate with drinks and some of that immer… ymyr… whatever pudding it was that you were lookin’ for.”

She isn’t certain she should find his clumsy attempts quite so endearing, but they are, so she returns the smile and gently corrects, “Ymyran pudding. And I doubt they have it anywhere in this city and if they do, it’s probably shit. I’ll settle for drinks, though.”

“Good,” he grins. “I know where to find those.”

Even once they’ve dealt with the nightmare that is Heritage Hill, Neria doesn’t get to spend the evening drinking and celebrating.

She does drink, though it’s far from celebratory; the sensation of physically breaking someone’s spirit -- even if that someone was an undead animancer trying to take advantage of a tragedy for her own good -- had left Neria more than a little uncomfortable. The soul machine is destroyed, though, and that does bring her some satisfaction.

They find an inn in Copperlane to spend the evening, and Neria quickly retires to the room she’s sharing with Kana. Most days, she would gladly deal with such a state of mind by drinking until the discomfort has been thoroughly dashed, but this soul magic and Watcher nonsense is completely over her head and she hasn’t quite figured out how to deal with it.

So instead of staying down with the others, she curls up on one of the two small beds and pulls out one of the books that Kana had recommended to her. It’s filled with myths and legends from all over the Eastern Reach, and they’re as interesting as they are implausible and the sheer ridiculousness of some of them brings her a strange comfort; it’s as if perhaps everything she’s experienced the past few days is nothing more than a story, and will all one day end up in a book filled with fantasies like the one she’s reading now.

She’s in the middle of a story about a delemgan’s curse when there’s a knock at her door. She makes a face -- she really doesn’t want to have to deal with social niceties at the moment -- but slowly closes the book and sets it aside. “Yes?”

“It’s me.” Eder’s voice is muffled through the thick door. “I’ve got something for you.”

“Oh.” Curiosity piqued, Neria slides off the bed and pads over to the door, opening it to find Eder holding a small platter covered with a cloth napkin.

“No luck with the pudding,” he explains without pretense, holding out the platter. “But Kana had another idea.”

“O...kay?” With a little frown of confusion, Neria reaches up to take the platter. She glances up at Eder -- who’s watching her, almost expectantly -- before slowly sliding the napkin off. Beneath is a large piece of Rauatai sweet pie, warm and rich and sending a wave of nostalgia through her. “You found Rauatai pie.” Combined with the mention of pudding, the pie is enough to remind her of their conversation earlier in the day about the ymyran pudding she'd been craving.

He shrugs, as if to downplay the way he’s beaming down at her. “Least I could do, after the birthday you had.”

Unable to hold back her excitement any longer, Neria reaches greedily for the pie. “Want some?” she asks, almost as an afterthought. “It's a pretty big piece.”

“Already tried some. It's a little too heavy for me.”

“Dyrwoodan,” she mutters, glancing up to grin at Eder before taking a bite of the pie. It’s not as good as she remembers -- although that may just be the homesickness coloring her memories -- but it’s still rich and chocolatey and sweet. “Thank you,” she offers, wiping at her mouth with the back of her hand and awkwardly setting the rest of the pie on the dresser. “It’s been pretty shitty lately, but this… helps. Like a little piece of home.”

Eder’s still beaming down at her, giving her a warm smile that’s equal parts proud and apologetic. “Like I said, it’s the least I could do. Wish I could’ve done somethin’ more than just get you a pie.”

Neria plants a hand on one hip, leaning against the doorframe. “It’s more than enough, Eder. It’s a lot more than I was expecting, honestly. But,” she shrugs, “feel free to shower me with gifts when we get back to Caed Nua and I throw a huge party.”

“If I’d known you’d be throwing a party, I might not’ve wasted my evening trying to find a baker from Rauatai,” Eder teases, giving an innocent shrug of his own.

Before Neria can answer, she hears someone clearing their throat from in the hallway. “I don’t mean to interrupt,” Kana apologizes, behind Eder and just outside of Neria’s view, “but I’d like to turn in for the night. Unless you want to switch rooms,” he offers, a wry edge creeping into his voice. “I have nothing against staying with Aloth.”

“I was just leaving,” Eder says, stepping back to give Kana a hearty clap on the back. “But I’ll keep that in mind.” With a wink, he begins making his way back down the hallway.

Neria watches as he goes, aware that she’s staring and aware that Kana is still watching her with amusement. “He found Rauatai sweet pie for me,” she informs the aumaua. “I think I’m in love.”

“Technically,” Kana corrects cheerfully, “I helped. The two of us went out searching for the bakery.”

“You know I love you, Kana.” Neria grins up at him, then tilts her head towards their shared room. “C’mon, I’ve got a pie to finish and I want to show you one of the stories in this book I’ve been reading.”

[goingknowherewastaken]

Accidentally

Title: Accidentally

Fandom: Star Trek AOS

Relationship: McKirk

Warnings: swearing, talk of genitalia, regrets of drinking and nostalgia games, bad decisions, (modern au)

Prompt: THIS!!!!! [with a few small alterations] A huge thank you to @auduna-druitt for helping me find that! 

A/N: *slides in minutes before closing time and slaps this down* Okay, so this is my contribution for @outside-the-government‘s brainchild, Trek Fest 2017!! I was wracking my brain, trying to figure out just what the hell I was going to do for Bones’ week. I’m still working on something for Spock (I hit a snag :( ) and I didn’t want to miss another week so I resorted to seeing if I had anything saved in my drafts. Then I found this little beauty, partially finished, that I had started back around February??? So I thought, why not use this? :D

Accidentally 

An aggressive snort was what woke Leonard late Saturday morning.

An action that he immediately regretted as he groaned in misery and covered his face with his blanket. As his body slowly started to wake up, his stomach and head decided to remind himself of last night and a sudden tug in his abdomen had him scrambling to get to the toilet in time.

"Fuuuuuuck,” Leonard moaned after the first wave of vomit coursed through and out of him. He spat into the filthy water before heaving again. 

And again.

And two more times after that.

He was going to have words with Christine and Geoff.

“Ugh,” he groaned, resting his head on his arm laying on toilet rim. Leonard stayed like that for several minutes, waiting for the next heave, but was relieved beyond belief when that heave never came. Standing slowly, he made his way out and to his kitchen. He needed to find something to get rid of the taste of stomach bile in his mouth.

It was roughly a half hour later as he was making his way through some eggs, bacon, toast, and coffee that his phone started to chime. Leonard paused and tipped his ear in it’s direction before shrugging and going back to his breakfast lunch. 

It was probably just Chris or Geoff making sure he was still alive after last night... 

Come to think of it...

Leonard scrunched up his brows in thought. Now that he thought about it, he couldn’t really remember much about last night. He set his fork down and massaged his temples, wracking his brain for any memories of the previous night.

No dice.

Covering his face with his hands, he let out a groan of disbelief. He couldn’t remember anything past their late night dinner and...fifth round of drinks? 

Oh God.

This wasn’t good. Anymore, he was smart about his alcohol intake, but if he mixed the wrong ones together... The last time he’d blacked out from over indulging himself was after the divorce. The stretches of empty time had been a welcome alternative to memories of a dissolving marriage and a sweet little girl he wasn’t allowed to see.

Now though, not so much.

Pushing his plate away, he got up to track down his phone. 

He needed to figure out what happened. 

Luckily for him, ‘Smashed Leonard’ managed to leave his phone on his nightstand. Picking it up, he checked for any signs of a bad idea.

“Huh.” No social media notifications; he was in the clear on that aspect. But there was a voicemail. He chewed on his lip. Those two never left voicemails. He unlocked his phone and punched in his code.

“McCoy, I need you to report to my office immediately following work on Monday.” Kirk’s voice decreed in the recording and Leonard stared at his phone with raised brows.

“What the hell?” He mumbled. He wasn’t sure if he should be confused or concerned at the voicemail.  

James T. Kirk, the youngest chairmen in the history of Enterprise Pharmaceuticals and Leonard’s boss, never called his employees. On Leonard’s first day he was told that, according to Kirk’s rules, there were several numbers he needed to have in case of extreme emergencies. Kirk’s number included. The guy would send out emails, sure, and mingle around the cubicles, but he - in the months that Leonard has been there - has never once called someone despite having their numbers. 

Hell, they’ve barely ever held a conversation that wasn’t work related nor awkwardly stilted. 

A simple fact that gave Leonard a lot of mixed feelings that he tried his best to ignore.

So the flicker of anxiety that formed in his stomach was to be expected. The former surgeon thought he was doing well at his job, but what if he really wasn’t? What if he fucked up?

He was processing his fate when his phone chimed with a text.

From: Chris

You alive?

He exhaled a breath before responding.

To: Chris

 For now?

From: Chris

??

To: Chris

I just got a voicemail from Kirk telling me to report to his office after work on Mon

The texts came one after another.

From: Chris

oh my God

From: Chris

OH MY GOD

From: Chris

YOu DId Not!!

From: Chris

I HAVE TO TELL GEOFF WE THOUGHT YOU WERE JOKING

From: Chris 

We didn’t htink you actually did it oh god

Oh no...

To: Chris

????????

From: Chris

You...you don’t remember???

From: Chris 

Leo...check your texts

Filled with trepidation, he opened up his texts. Seeing a thread with Kirk’s name at the very top sent a jolt of fear though his body.

But it was nothing to the pure panic and revulsion that filled him when he opened it.

“OH GOD!” Leonard threw the device onto his bed and crumpled to the floor, clutching his head in horror. Soon though he was scrambling up and dialing Chris’ number. While the call waited to connect, his stomach churned and he began to regret his breakfast. That didn’t stop him the second Chris picked up the call.

“I sent Kirk a dick pic...CHRISTINE -”

“Yes.”

“- WHY DID I SEND MY BOSS A PICTURE OF MY DICK??????” Leonard’s voice went up four octaves with the question.

“Welllll...ya seee...”

“CHRISTINE!”

“Umm, at the bar we were at there was a group of frat boys and at about midnight we started in on a nostalgia trip and that lead us to talking about ‘Truth or Dare’ -”

Leonard gasped. “Noooooo...”

“Yeah.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “You dared me to send a photo of my dick to mY BOSS?????” 

“In our defense, we just dared you to send one to your crush...”

He groaned and clutched at his head. This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening. What had started as an off-hand observation during his interview hastily grew to something bigger the more he saw his boss around the office. Those feelings were something that he kept locked up in a tiny box jammed deep into the recesses of his heart. Not to be touched by him and especially not by someone else. 

“Leo, I didn’t know you had the hots for Kirk. I mean, I’m not surprised because the guy is capital H.O.T - HOT! But, still. Leo, you dog! Goin’ after the young hotshot boss!”

Thus continued the most awkward phone conversation that Leonard had ever had the unfortunate chance of being apart of, which - unfortunately - was only the beginning of one of his most stressful weekend to date. 

By the time he walked into work on Monday, he was fully convinced that he was going to be fired. Chris and Geoff felt otherwise; since he probably would have gotten something more formal than a direct and vague voicemail. 

After a picture like that, though, there was no way he was going to be working here after ‘The Meeting’. 

So as the minutes passed and Leonard was pushed closer and closer to the edge of the proverbial cliff, he focused less and less on work and more on avoiding his impending panic attack. He just stayed in his tiny cubicle and counted each and every breath he took. At one point - maybe at lunch - Geoff appeared to drag him out for a break, but Leonard just shook his head before dropping it down between his knees to keep from passing out.

And then he noticed people leaving.

Fuck! Shit! 

He kept an eye on each person that exited the office floor; if he was going to get fired, he’d rather not have an audience. It was only when the final coworker left, and no one came back within five minutes, did Leonard finally stand and make his way to the frosted glass door marked with Kirk’s name.

Standing before it, he gulped and tentatively raised his hand to rap against the glass.

“Come in!”

With one final - and useless - deep breath, he grabbed the silver handle and pushed the door open.

The office of James T. Kirk reflected the man to a ‘T’; pristine, modern, and stylish. Various tones of gray, with touches of black, white, and a very dark blue made up a well-lit room (courtesy of a west wall of windows). There were several filing cabinets and bookshelves (loaded with books) against the walls, a narrow wood cabinet, a handful of chairs, and - in the center - a glass topped desk. It was behind this desk that a black-suited Kirk sat; slightly slouched, with an ankle resting over the opposite knee, and one hand lifted to hold his chin up. No emotions were reflected upon the blond’s handsome face to clue Leonard into what he was thinking, but he did notice the bright blue eyes flickering quickly over his body.

He swallowed again and tried not to think too much into that.

The young blond kept an even gaze on him as Leonard crossed the man’s office. He sat down in one of the chairs, making eye contact for a brief moment before looking down at the floor. Long fingers tapped the desk in contemplation before Kirk rose and slowly made his way the narrow cabinet shoved against the wall. “Know why I called you in here?” He said it leisurely enough, but Leonard new better. 

This was it. 

This was the moment where Leonard would get fired again. Only this time - this time it would be solely his own fault. 

No snobby ex needed.

He didn’t turn to watch the man, just stared blankly at the dark gray carpet and waited for the axe to fall onto his already ravaged dignity. 

“Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic.” Might as well get this over with.

“...Accidentally?”

The dam fractured with the confession. “I’m very sorry --”

“Accidentally?”

“I was drunk. It was highly unprofessional. And - and - I –”  Why - why was he trying to excuse himself?

“Accidentally?????”

“What?” The distress in Kirk’s voice had Leonard finally focusing on the man and his eyes widened at the sight of an upset Kirk holding -

- two flutes of champagne?????

“You - you only sent that to me on accident?” He sounded pained and hurt.

Why did he have champagne?

“Ye-yeah, I wouldn’t dare do that in person,” Leonard replied, slightly confused. And he wouldn’t. Joce never even got one and she used to be his wife. Then again she saw his cock on a regular - well, mostly regular basis.

Kirk’s face fell before he cleared his throat and dropped his gaze to the floor, shuffling awkwardly in place. “Oh.”

For a grown man, he looked more like a hurt puppy and Leonard’s heart clenched at the sight. It was almost like he was disappointed that - oh. 

“Were - Were you hoping that I had sent you a picture of my dick on purpose?”

Why?

He picked up his head then and gave Leonard a sheepish shrug. “I mean - yeah. I sort of thought that maybe...” He trailed off, shifting again; the sparkling gold liquid swirled in the two glasses. 

No. Did he mean...?

Leonard rose from the chair, licking his lips, and turned to fully face the younger man. His heart thumped away a mile a minute in his chest. “You thought...what, exactly?”

Kirk let out a sigh and looked out the wall of windows, briefly biting at his lip. Whatever it was he was debating inside that head of his wasn’t processed for too long. Before Leonard could realize what was happening, Kirk had nodded to himself, placed the flutes back on the cabinet, and strode across the room to grip Leonard’s face between his hands and smashed his lips against Leonard’s own.

For one split second, Leonard’s body locked up and his mind screeched to a halt as he tried to process the moment. After that second, though, he felt that tiny, neglected box burst open.

Oooooh god!

Closing his eyes, Leonard leaned into the kiss, reaching out to wrap his arms around Kirk’s lean waist to pull the man tightly against his body. The groan that he managed to pull from Kirk with the action encouraged Leonard to deepen the kiss, lifting one hand to cradle the back of Kirk’s neck, and he let out his own moan when he felt the hands on his jaw move to card themselves through his hair.

All too soon the kiss was broken as Kirk pulled his head away with a gasp and Leonard briefly listed forward in an attempt to establish another lip-lock. When he heard a soft chuckle, his eyes fluttered open to see those beautiful blue eyes gazing back at him with a startling amount of adoration. “Wow,” he breathed.

“Well, sir, aren’t you eloquent,” Leonard said with a smirk, moving his hands back down to Kirk’s waist. Who would have expected this turn of events?

“Jim,” he replied, tipping his head to the side. “I think it would be more fitting to call me Jim.” Jim dropped his hands to brush along Leonard’s shoulders - delicately, like he was checking that this was real - before looping themselves around his neck. “And I usually am; you, Leonard McCoy, just have the ability to completely wreck my thought process.”

Leonard quirked an eyebrow at that. “Could have fooled me.”

“Why do you think our talks were so short?” Jim said it with such honesty that Leonard felt his heart flutter in his chest. 

“I just thought you were a busy big-wig.” That earned him a mega-watt smile that lit up Jim’s face. As much as he wanted to bask in the glow of his smile, Leonard pursed his lips as a sudden thought struck him. “Aren’t there rules about fraternizing between co-workers?” 

Jim shrugged and leaned closer into Leonard’s chest. “Who cares?”

“The board will, Jim.”

“Not if we’re professional.” Jim flashed him a charming smile and Leonard gave him a look. He highly doubted that was the case, but he couldn’t bring himself to rain on the kid’s parade.

Or his own, for that matter. This was something he didn’t dare bring himself to dream about for months.

Of course, this was the moment that Jim decided to say, with unconcealed hope, “Since we’re gonna be a thing, can I count on more pictures like that one?”

Leonard gave him an unamused look. “No.” At Jim’s pout, he added, “And you’re not seeing it again until at least the third date, because,” he leaned forward, brushing a quick, light kiss against plush lips. “I like to be wooed.”

Jim snorted and smirked. “Well I guess it’s a good thing I didn’t delete it then.”

“Jim!”

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Chapter Four

Pt. II

THE QUEEN

Elli tossed her bag onto the couch in the cabin, she'd deal with unpacking it later. She dug into it to find her overcoat because it might get colder later.

She kept her backpack on. It had her thermos, a few snacks, aluminum blanket, a flint/pocket knife that her brother got her for christmas one year, a little makeshift first aid kit and bear spray. Never forget the bear spray. If she was going to be wandering around in the woods, she wanted to be prepared for anything.

Elli stepped outside to let the nostalgia wash over her again. When she registered for a cabin the staff were overly friendly. Probably eager for the business. The place seemed deserted aside from the workers.

It wasn't quite how she remembered it. The Wendigo Resort used to be "the place to go" when she was little. When she was in grade school, just about all of her classmates spent at least a week here over the summer. Some even came out here for holidays throughout the year. Back then it always seemed to have just the right amount of snow no matter the season. She wondered what had changed.

Speaking of change, she could sense something in the forest now, perhaps her senses were enhanced more than normal. What would be in that tree she found in the way here? Magic? Bugs? That would be distubing. But was magic real? It was definitely possible, likely even. It had to be magic of some kind that turned her into a wolf once a month.

Month, oh.. That other monthly thing will need to be addressed soon as well.

Elli walked over to the little convenience shop to buy a few select items she had forgotten in her dorm. The clerk was very nice and told her if she needed anything for cramps she would give her a discount since they were ridiculously overpriced up here on the mountain.

Elli thanked her and left, wandering into the gift shop next door to see if they had anything she never noticed as a kid, or perhaps something new.

It had that little cabin feel, just like she remembered. There was the wall of shirts and jackets with the Wendigo logo on them. Some mugs surrounded a display in the middle of the shop with other drinkware. There were also thermoses that matched the battered one in her bag. Teal was a new color while hers was a forest green that may have been discontinued since there were none.

She sifted through the shirts with funny and slightly morbid puns,

'Ice you' with yellow eyes on it,

'It's all downhill from here'

and her personal favorite 'Bring more snowboarders' above a fat silhouette of what is presumably a wendigo with a toothpick. They stole the idea from Yellowstone but it worked well with their theme.

She found some stuffed bears, wolves and mountain lions as well as elk, caribou, rabbits, foxes and moose. The top was little wendigos, or at least of what they were thought to look like. Perhaps those were real as well. She wondered if bear spray would work on a real one or if she needed special wendigo spray.

She grabbed the fluffy white toy and took it to the clerk. Elli was partial to the wolf but her niece would love the little wendigo. Tally has begged to come here ever since she heard her and Cody's stories of when they were kids. Perhaps when the snow started falling she'd take a week off school to bring her up here. As long as there weren't any real Wendigos, of course.

She made her purchase and turned to leave right into the shoulder of someone. "Oh! I'm so sorry."

He had a surprised look from being nearly trampled. "No no, my bad. I kinda snuck over here." He smiled at her. "Not a lot of guests this time of year, especially since we haven't had snow yet."

Something felt wrong about him. She got a similar feeling from a lot of men who went out of their way to talk to her recently, but this time it was different somehow. She never had anything bad happen but the vibe they gave off made her uncomfortable. This guy sent that feeling off the charts. He wanted to hurt her. The extra senses weren't something to be ungrateful for. It was handy knowing the intentions of anyone around her.

He also smelled like... werewolf?

"Yeah uh, I just wanted to get an early start and scope out the best hiking routes before it gets too crowded."

"Oh, you're here to hike? That just so happens to be my favorite pastime." It was creepy how well he hid his aggression. He was flirting with her; that made it even worse.

"That's nice." She said quickly as she slipped around him. "Maybe I'll see you out there." Elli waved as she went out the door with her stuffed wendigo.

She exited the gift shop only to find three more men outside the door. They were large and muscular, the biggest one was in the middle.

Elli pulled out her bear spray, wielding the stuffed gift in her other hand as if it would do damage if necessary. "What the hell is this."

All three of their eyes glowed a shade of yellow. The one on the left with long hair spoke up. "You're in our territory and you're not a part of our pack." He tilted his head to the side. "What are your intentions?"

She froze, a bit confused but mostly terrified. They were all werewolves. Turning around to see through the window of the shop, the clerk and the creep were staring at her, their eyes glowing as well. She hesitantly turned back to the three in front of her, tense and thinking of every possible outcome. She couldn't fight them off, there were too many. She had to escape.

The girl from the first shop stormed out behind them with a bat. Elli just about ran for it as she approached but the girl smacked the guy in the middle across the back of his shoulders, the bat exploded into splinters. She was on her side?

"You guys are such jerks!" She yelled louder than necessary.

The guy she hit turned around, unphased by the strike. He was big but, damn. "She's a wolf. Probably from another pack." He turned back to Elli. "Probably sent here to scout out our numbers since our Alpha is away!"

"Don't be stupid! You're the one blabbing unneccesarily!" The girl growled. "Besides, she's our only guest! You will all treat her like a queen! I will call Hans if I have to!"

The men exchanged some glances and dispersed back to wherever they came from.

The clerk approached her. "Hey, sorry about that. Those hotheads don't know what's good for them." She held out her hand to shake. "I'm Kay."

Elli was still clutching the spray and wendigo. She tucked the toy under her arm and shook Kay's hand. "Elli."

She smiled. "That's such a nice name. What pack are you from anyway?"

"I'm not- I don't have a pack."

"Oh wow, really? How long have you been a werewolf then?"

Elli paused to think. "Since the beginning of the school year, September."

"That's impressive, most people need the support when they first turn; to tell them what to prepare for and such."

Elli took a breath to shake off the last of her nerves. "I made a friend during my first turn. She was very helpful but didn't have a pack either. You guys are actually the first other werewolves I've met besides her."

Kay's eyes had gotten huge. "Oh my gosh! I'm so honored! They are too, they just don't know it yet." She gestured in the direction the men went. "Well, if there's anything you need just let me know. And here's my number just in case," she pulled out a piece of scratch paper and scribbled on it. "Especially if the guys try to harass you again." Kay handed it to Elli.

"Oh, thanks."

"You're welcome to hang out in the store. We can chat or whatever."

"Actually I kinda have a thing I was going to look into. Maybe another time? I'd love to hear about how it is being in a pack."

"Oh good! But what sort of thing?"

"I found a weird tree earlier. I want to see if there's any more. Do you know anything about it?"

"A weird tree?"

"Yeah, it had metal in it. Silver, I think."

"That's weird for sure, no I don't know anything about it. Where was it?"

"It was off of the road a few miles before I got here."

"That's- Oh my gosh! I think I know what it is! Or rather was."

"Yeah?"

"I think it might be an old rune from when the wendigo still lived here."

"There really is a wendigo?"

"Well, he isn't a real wendigo, they're extinct. I think he's a wizard of some kind though. He would keep the snow here all year with his magic, it would make sense that he used runes. I was really little when he left. It has never been the same here since then."

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