#I'm sorry Johnny likes women who look like they want nothing to do with him

[luminni]

Johnny 10000% does the thing where Kyle or Simon will point out some cute girl that just walked into whatever pub or coffee shop that they had wandered into because his adhd ass was too distracted by a spot on the wall. And of course she's just his type, literally the dream girl he would describe to the boys when they all got too pissed to even remember their own names. All sweet and soft around the edges, but with a spark to her that told him she wouldn't put up with his nonsense and a curious gaze, everything he could ever want. So who could blame him when he claps a hand on their back and says some shit like "dibs" and slips his way over to talk to you before the other even has time to react, chatting you up and turning the flirt up a couple (hundred) notches, hitting you with that devious smirk that draws you in. Leaving his friends, the ones who had seen you first, to stand there with their mouths agape at the little bastards audacity.

They're even more upset when, 4 years later, they're groomsmen at your wedding. Don't worry, they got back at him by telling the story during their speech.

[meowmeowriley]

Soap wakes up to Simon at his bedside. Between the way Simon completely changed from how he spoke to Soap and the way he spoke to hospital staff, and the butterflies in his stomach, hell he even called Soap Johnny and to Soap's own surprise he loved the way it sounded, Soap finds the courage to ask "So when were you gonna tell me yer my boyfriend?" Because obviously he was.

Simon doesn't even skip a beat, smiles widely at him, dimples bisected by harsh glasgow scars. "Caught me out, have you?" Then he looks away, as if afraid to see the consequences of his actions. "I didn't want to overwhelm you, I'm sorry."

Soaps heart and pride swell. At being right, at knowing his boyfriend on instinct alone. He forgave him immediately, Simon had just been looking out for him.

Except,

They weren't together.

Long before the mission that had landed Soap in the hospital, Ghost had admitted to Soap that he had feelings for him, much to his own dismay. Adding to that dismay, Soap had taken a step back, looking conflicted. "I'm sorry, Lt. I- I'm straight."

Ghost had cursed, apologized profusely, desperately hoping he hadn't made the other uncomfortable.

Soap assured him they were fine, they were still friends. They were. Of course they were.

Since that day though, Soap had the worst luck with dating. Every girl he talked to would ghost him. One night stands would go to the bathroom and not come back, or tinder dates wouldn't even show. The only one who didn't ghost him was Ghost. Ever his best friend.

Seeing him now, how he seemed so excited about being together, Ghost convinced himself this was how it was meant to be. Soap hadn't meant it when he'd rejected him, he was just protecting their jobs. Yeah. Had to be. And that could work in his favor.

"Price and Gaz don't know." He said quietly.

"The other two guys who were in and out of here?" He tilted his head like a confused puppy. Shit, those eyes and that pout had Simon in a chokehold. "Surely they'd have picked up on it."

Simon smiled sadly. "We have to keep it a secret, for our jobs."

Johnny nodded, but his pout remained. He understood, even if it felt wrong.

This was good. Simon didn't have to resign himself to the friend zone, as he'd initially thought. Johnny was his. He'd been keeping those nasty women off of Johnny before, chasing them away. Hiding some of them after they wouldn't take a hike voluntarily. Now he wouldn't have to do that anymore. Which was good, as Johnny was starting to get suspicious.

But those suspicions had been forgotten.

As Simon took Johnny's hand and brought it to himself, rubbing the other man's knuckles against his lips, and planting gentle kisses to them, there wasn't a hint of suspicion on the Scots face.

Why would there be? His devoted yet secret boyfriend clearly had nothing else to hide. Certainly not the bodies of twelve women.

[yns-world]

I am begging you for a historical courting headcanons of the Terror mains. On my knees. Please.

The Terror Historical Courting Headcanons

Pairings: Francis Crozier x Reader, John Franklin x Reader, James Fitzjames x Reader, Henry Goodsir x Reader

Warnings: i'm sorry johnny boy 💔💔💔

a/n: gender neutral reader!!! some non-canon variation to the history, reader is established as a member of the upper class and able to mingle among these fine, high society gentlemen :) 

i tried to be somewhat historically accurate given each character’s background and personality. enjoy and pls support your writers :) 

Francis Crozier:

This is an Irish man who had to fight his way into society. Even with all his medals and accolades, he’s still discriminated against and looked down upon by the rest of English society. 

Alas, the cruelties enacted upon him have grafted a deep, empathetic, and gentle soul. Every insult, every dig to his character, to his morals, to his upbringing had only brought him the confirmation that he was somebody; a threat to a prejudiced society, but a beacon of light for those to come after him.

Social gatherings were never his calling--it was less about the mockery, and more of the futile flaunting done by both the men and women of high society; futile flaunting to try and feed their barren souls.

No, Francis was not a social man. But he was patient; patient and steadfast. 

Having spent his prime on the seas, Francis was not well-versed in the art of romance or courting compared to his counterparts, but he harbored what they sorely lacked: an honest heart.

You and Francis first meet when your parents were hurriedly attempting to marry you off--it didn’t look good that it’s been this long without a single proposal. What your parents refused to acknowledge was the utter lack of sincerity within all of the candidates that appeared at your front door.

Neither upper echelon politicians with centuries of legacy nor counterfeit war veterans were able to cross your manor’s threshold twice. 

Francis, though, was a different story. 

He had come into your home carrying nothing save for a novel and an empty journal. 

Believing that your parents had finally lost their minds, you wanted to be done with this meeting and storm back into your chambers, but his demeanor was what disarmed you.

The first thing you noticed about him was his age of course, but that realization gave way to his wisdom--wisdom that wasn’t used as a weapon to force you into submission, but rather fodder for the mind. Wisdom that called for soft-spoken debate. 

Francis introduced you to one of his favorite novels--one of many--and offered you the empty journal.

“To note your thoughts, feelings, reactions. All good analysis comes from those basics.” Francis had told you.

Part of that social call was spent with you slowly flipping through the pages, eyes soaking up whatever ink was left after the many years of use this book has experienced; the other part spent out in the gardens, silently observing nature’s drama unfold before you. 

Francis was peculiar, to say the least…but he was an original. Independent yet reserved. Years of rough sea hadn’t cut into him like stone, but carved him like marble.

He came by your manor the following week, this time toting another novel and more inquiries.

“What do your eyes see?” Francis questioned, following that question with a smile: “Now what does your mind tell you you saw?”

A friendship between you two blossomed in step with the tulips of spring. The harsh winter surrounding both of you was melting with every thought shared. 

Although steady with his consistent courting that would span over weeks, Francis knew immediately within the first call that you were the one. It was you, that he knew with no doubt in his mind. 

Those qualities carry into your marriage with him--reliable, wise, and loving. And his love wasn’t exclusive to just you, no, his love was pulpable to the world around him. Especially the world. There was no place for contempt in a man like Francis; no room for the arbitrary sins of humanity that plague the rest of us. 

John Franklin:

Sir John Franklin is a political man--fame and fortune have been following him for longer than you have been alive. 

An egotistical man who wields religion as both his shield and weapon, John is no stranger to the ways of society. But given the fact that he had married twice, and both wives having departed, things were not looking good for him.

Unfortunately, no amount of power can fully control how people will see you, and how people see Sir John Franklin was crucial to his entire way of living. 

First marrying a poet, then an explorer, he needed a change of pace.

You and John would first meet across a table in front of the Admiralty--you being sent there as a liaison to figure out the numbers it would take from the Crown to fund yet another one of Sir John Franklin’s expeditions.

Initially, you two had butt heads. Him, with his religious spewing about “new-found land”; and you, with your utter contempt for people of his nature and ego. 

Contrary to his silver spoon upbringing, you had to claw your way into your position, and even then, you were constantly being challenged. 

You noticed the stares, you tallied the scores, and they were counted by men just like John. The meeting was doomed from the start.

John, although miffed that neither you nor the Crown are bending to his will and whim, enjoyed the pushback. Like I mentioned before, no one had really given John a run for his money before, especially not at his big age now.

Hours turned into days, and days turned into weeks of back and forth pestering about costs, fuel, and the necessity for such an expedition.

Every meeting ended the same--John with his lackeys standing their ground at one end of the table; you and your associates refusing to move an inch and storming out of the room. Clearly, this negotiation was going nowhere--exactly what the Crown wanted.

You see, you were sent in for one reason--to not budge. With every failed negotiation attempt, more money was being hemorrhaged from John’s pockets as he had to quarter and pay the fees for the “Royal Consulting” he was receiving. 

Finally, John caught wind of this, and decided to concede. He agreed to privately fund the bulk of the expedition, under one condition. 

On May 19th, 1845 the HMS Terror, HMS Erebus, and HMS Liberty set sail. 

Captain Francis Crozier of The Terror, Captain James Fitzjames of Erebus, and Captain Y/N L/N of Liberty.

You were no marine, nor were you bred for Arctic exploration like the rest of these men, but alas, John Franklin flexed what power he had over you when he convinced the Crown to bring you onboard, despite your valid and loud protests.

Now you’re stuck at commander meetings seated next to John himself, going over charts and maps, hundreds of miles out in sea.

You do your job as newly-appointed captain, your ship would be no laughing stock to anybody, but you do so with malicious compliance. 

The other captains pick up on the undercurrent of animosity between you and John but don’t know how to bring it up. 

It is only when the ice pack turns dire and all hope of rescue has been destroyed that you two were able to put your political agendas aside. 

Surprisingly, with your brain and respect among your crew, and his ability to rally a cause, you were able save at least some of these innocent men and bring them back home. 

Malnourished, traumatized, and knocking on death’s door, you and John had formed a bond through your suffering that was inexplicable to anyone who hadn’t been through the great misfortune you have seen and experienced.

You and John had clearly lost a large piece of your humanity that is visible in a single look in your eyes. No medal, accolade, or promotion could provide a single ounce of solace--nothing but each other. 

Soon after your return back to Great Britain, you both opted for quiet lives. A small wedding with few guests was held, and eventually you both went off the grid to live in the high mountains.

You both know that you weren’t supposed to survive that expedition, but whether it was by God’s graces or the devil’s work, you did. Every night, you both hold a death grip on each as you fall asleep--a habit you picked up from the cruel and merciless frozen land. Every night, you both die in your sleep and wake up waiting for your bodies to freeze over. They never do, and you force yourselves to trudge on.  

James Fitzjames:

For too long you had been cooped up in your manor and your family had had ENOUGH. They practically threw you into whatever social call there was for the members of high English society.

From the very first call of the season, you were dressed to the nines and constantly badgered to mingle as much as possible, but it was nothing but hell. 

The stiff collars, the aching shoes, the constant noise and the boasting of fake personalities. Unfortunately, the alcohol they served was nowhere near strong enough to numb anything.

To make matters worse, there was this idiotic baboon rambling on about all his war stories, just basking in all of the attention from desperate constituents.

You saw this imbecile everywhere, and every single time he was in his full get up--the Royal uniform with gold epaulettes, the freshly-shined points, and all adorned with a gleaming smile. Ugh. You didn’t bother hiding your irritation at the unfortunate luck to cross paths every time. 

Despite the extreme opinions you had of these events and all of the posh attendants, you did your best to stay out of eyesight as much as possible. You thought you were doing a good job finding your little hide-and-seek spots. 

It had been a few weeks into the social season and you were adept of your routine of scouting food, slipping away, and then riding the carriage home. That was it. That was every single event. Until a certain someone had finally spotted you. 

Him. 

James Fitzjames. 

Why him?

As puzzled as you were to find James standing beside you behind the large bushes, away from the flock of potential suitors, James was just as perplexed as to why you were hiding. 

“Quite the palace.” James sarcastically remarks, hands clasped behind his back as he makes a spectacle of craning his head back to gander around the aforementioned “palace.”

“You lost, soldier boy?” You retort. 

James smirks at your response. “So you know who I am.”

“Get over yourself; half the world has probably grown sick of being constantly bombarded with your ‘war stories.’”

This was the start of the cat-and-mouse game between you and James--he had his eyes set on you from the first time you were begrudgingly dropped off to one of these events; you’d be lying if you said that you hadn’t noticed him, too. 

Most of the “courting” between the two of you is spent slipping away from everyone else just to pester each other out of eyesight. The jokes gave way to comfortable conversation, comfortable conversation gave way to soft gazes. 

It was nearing the end of the social season of the year, and both you and James were getting antsy. James was telling you about a voyage that was suggested for him to take, but neither you nor him actually wanted to leave. 

“How long will you be gone?” You asked.

“Three years, they say.” James' voice was low, heavy with his own disappointment. 

Both of you couldn’t bear to look each other in the eye until finally you turned back to face him. 

“What if you stay?”

James’ deep frown had slowly begun to melt into a smile. 

Of course he’d stay. 

Henry Goodsir:

The most normal of the bunch, as well as the most shy. 

Henry had come from a long history of esteemed doctors, and this had given his family name some prestige to it. Although having that added cushion to his place in society, he was never one for the formal social calls or events where one would gather to peacock. 

He had first learned of your name through his own family--as your two families were loosely connected by mutual friends. 

Given the minimal information on who you were, Henry agreed to set up a call to come visit you at your manor. 

Upon meeting, you quickly realize just how respectful and modest he is. Too respectful. 

There were moments you were sure that he didn’t want to be here--that was false, of course, but the lack of eye contact and the distance between you made it seem that way. 

The truth was that Henry wasn’t the type to openly express his feelings, regardless if they were swallowing him whole or not (which they certainly were when it came to you)

It took weeks of these calls until Henry began showing some warmth, but when he finally cracked, you were able to peek through the curtain and see a glimpse of the gentle soul you were dealing with.

He’s a quiet man, but deeply intuitive and understanding. There’s never any flash of judgement or rash thinking behind his eyes. There is nothing you could say that would put him off. 

He loves listening to you talk, and would add some of his own thoughts and opinions every so often, but by god was that man devout. 

Anyone with eyes could clearly see that he was just-near kissing the ground you walked on, but I guess being so close to the flame made you blind to it-- at least at first.

And like a flower, Henry finally began to blossom and started to be more forward, especially since you were receiving more and more proposals. 

All of his gifts were deeply personal--flowers carved out of wood, charcoal portraits, watercolor landscapes--his love for you was an endless waterfall. 

A genuine man makes for a genuine husband. You literally hit the jack-pot with Henry 🥰

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[mee3pp]

Farmhouse pt 8 

Cw: nothing major, swearing, talk of sex

“Bloody ell’ come on Johnny man up” Johnny mumbles to himself as he paces back and forwards in his room on base phone clenched tightly in hand with your contact open. His full intention is to ask you out on a lunch date and usually this would be no problem. He's a master when it comes to women. Come on, it's Johnny MacTavish. We are talking about the cocky, flirty and confident man but when it comes to you all that disappears. Does he know why? No, maybe it's because you are a carbon copy of your father. His captain? Maybe it's because you haven’t been tainted by the burdens of war? “Soap th’ worst she could say is no” Gaz sighs looking up from his phone as he sits on the edge of Soaps bed. “Yeah Yeah i know tha’” Soap rolls his eyes. 

12:20pm, 1/5/24 Saturday

Hey Lass how are ya? I was wondering

“Why th’ fuck is this so hard?” Soap groans. 

12:25pm, 1/5/24 Saturday

Hey Lass how are ya? Would you want to go out on a lunch date tomorrow? 12pm at the cafe down the street from the pub?

12:35pm 

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“I sent it” Soap groans as he slaps his phone on Gaz's lap who lets out an unhappy grunt. Gaz chuckles loudly at Soap as he is pacing the room like a headless chicken. “Calm ya fuckin’ farm Soap” Gaz manages through laughter after all his mate is acting hilarious. Soap practically launches himself at Gaz when he hears his phone ping in the specific ringtone he set for you. 

12:45pm 

Hey Johnny! I’d love to go on a date with you tomorrow…as long as my dad doesn’t find out. we will have to be sneaky eh?;) <3

Fuck. Poor Johnny nearly has a heart attack when he reads your message. Being sneaky is his specialty, he looks over at Gaz with a stupid grin who only mutters a bored “Caps gonna cut your dick off”. Johnny couldn’t give less of a shit though. 

Holy shit. He’s actually asked you out on a date? You can’t believe it, your first reaction is to call up Simon because you need him to do a favour. “Simon, are ya free tomorrow from 12pm till like 1:30?” You blurt out as soon as he picks up. “Okay first up, hold ya horses. What’s goin’ on?” Simon chuckles through the phone even though he knows exactly what's happening. “M’ goin’ out on a date with Johnny tomorrow, need ya to keep dad busy” You ramble out your rougher Cockney accent ringing through the phone making you harder to understand. “How th’ fuck do ya want me to do that?” Simon huffs. “I dunno mate, you’re his friend” You hiss trying to keep quiet from your room. “Do it and i’ll buy you a bottle of ya favourite bourbon” Your bribe earns a defeated sigh from Simon signalling he’ll help you. “Thanks i need ya to get him out of th’ house before 12” You hum before hanging up. 

“Oh my gosh! May!” You squeal through the phone as you pace your room. “What?!” Maybel giggles. “Johnny asked me out to lunch tomorrow” You giggle flopping on your bed landing on your back. Maybel gasps and giggles. “I Know!! Simon just told me "I'm so happy for you” she giggles and you scoff. “Tha’ blonde fuck” You groan although you aren’t angry one bit. “Does your dad know?” May asks the inevitable. “Nah, that's ya boyfriend's job to distract him” You sigh, running a hand over your face before looking at the time. “I’ll update ya tomorrow i gotta go feed and round th’ sheep up” You groan before hanging up. 

“Dad! I’m gonna go feed th’ sheep if ya wanna come” You announce walking into the kitchen and to your surprise a woman is sitting next to your father drinking tea. You stop dead in your tracks. “Hello, Kate Laswell” The woman smiles as she nods at you. She’s definitely older, her face hardened by the years of her life and no doubt the burdens of her job. “Ah sorry sweets should’ve let ya know we had a guest, this is my friend” Your father smiles apologetically. “S’ alright Dad, i’ll go deal with’ th’ sheep” You nod before walking hastily outside towards the tractor. Before you know it an hour has passed, you got distracted by moving hay and slashing a small field. The air is filled with your groans as you jump down from the tractor, your back and legs aching from being crammed in the tractor. You are by no means a small woman standing at just under 6’0 and you’ve got plenty of muscle from wrangling sheep, moving hay and the occasional trip to the gym. You’ve always been told that you have a ‘manly build’ or that you don’t have a ‘girly enough body’ and no man will ever want you. Well that was before you grew an excellent pair of tits and a pretty good ass if you did say so yourself. You've never been insecure of your looks or height. It's just something you’ve never paid attention to because you’ve always been able to get practically any man you want, you had plenty of boyfriends in high school and out of school, even a few girlfriends. 

As you stretch you hear a low wolf whistle coming from behind you and you whip around to see Gaz with a cheeky grin and you roll your eyes with a smile. “What are ya doin’ ere?” You giggle as you approach him. “My bird is on a girls trip and as ya know i’m starting a small hobby farm” He starts to say rubbing the back of his neck “i was wonderin’ if ya could give me a few pointers on lambs?”. You chuckle at him, looking a little upwards as he’s a few inches taller than you all the boys are. “I suppose i can do tha’ for ya” You shrug as you lead him to the sheep. 

It’s a few hours later and you’ve overloaded poor Gaz’s brain with information about sheep he has now left and you’ve decided to have a classic ‘everything shower’ to prepare for your date tomorrow. You turn in for the night with a big smile plastered on your face and you’re so excited you can barely sleep.

You walk into the small cafe wearing a short little baby blue dress and some converse, your hair let down and make up all done. When Soap spots you he is torn between feeling incredibly nervous and painfully hard he stands up hugging you and giving you a kiss on the cheek before you two sit down. “So Bonnie how’s yer work been treatin’ ya?” Johnny hums looking up from the menu. You answer with a smile “Good, not too busy i mean th’ ewes have all started giving birth it’s a little late in the year but my ram wasn’t very good this year” You’ve never worried about business one because the local butcher mostly buys from you and two because you know your dad has always got you. “Sounds interestin Bonnie” He beams looking you up and down but his eyes are shamelessly drawn to your cleavage then to the cross around your neck. “Yer religious?” He questions raising an eyebrow and you smile and nod. “Catholic got baptised when i was 17” This information makes Johnny a little nervous as he’s not sure if he’s going to have to get down on one knee if he wants a taste of your sweet cunt. “So are yer like.. Super strict or?” He asks with a sheepish grin as he knows you have probably guessed why he’s asking. “Yes and no, there are some things I follow more than others.” You start as you take a sip of your tea. “I drink, swear and i slip up using the lord's name in vain but I'm still waitin for marriage and i wanna have a traditional weddin” There are those two words he didn’t want to hear. Not that Johnny Soap MacTavish would back down now he’s too in love, if he has to marry you he will. To be fair after the first time you met he went out and bought an engagement ring anyway. 

“Cool” He nods simply like he dosen’t have a problem with not being able to fuck you right away, well thats because he dosen’t have a problem with it. He’s in the SAS after all, he’s a patient man. 

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[sunnyie-eve]

10 | Japan

Series: Uttermost Lifestyle

Paring: Johnny Knoxville x Original female character

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: none

| MASTERLIST |

When we got to Japan it was pretty late so I was ready to get some rest but the guys had different plans. I stare into the pitch darkness of my room with a pissed off expression slapped across my face. I didn't want to go tell them to try to be quiet because then I know for sure they wouldn't leave me alone.

I knew I wouldn't be able to fall asleep so I go see what was going on. "Alex, come do this with us." Ehren motions me to come over and I see they had a muscle stimulators machine. (A/N: let's pretend it took place in Japan)

"Why not." I take a seat on the couch with them.

"This is the muscle stimulator." Johnny says with the patches on his face then they turn it on. Johnny whines then takes them off, "On, it hurts my teeth!" He says making me laugh. "Whose next?" He looks at us.

"I'll go. Put it on my hands." Dave puts his hands out do I stick the pads in his hands.

Johnny controls the power and when he turns it on Dave jumps around as his hands close themselves. Finally Dave gets them off as we keep laughing.

"Alex, your next honey." Johnny holds the pads. "Where we putting them?" He asks and I shrug.

"Put them here." Chris motions to his body so I pull the front of my shorts down so they could put it on my lower abdomen.

"Okay, here we go." Johnny turns it on and it didn't hurt making me laugh and confusing the guys.

"Turn it up higher." Dave says so Johnny does but nothing except a few facial expressions.

"What the fuck?" Johnny asks.

"Maybe because I'm used to cramps and I gave birth..." I say so he pulls them off then quickly stocked it to my neck making me yell.

"AHH, FUCK! OKAY!" I go for my neck pulling the shit off. "You got your fucking reaction." I punch the shit out of Johnny.

"I'm sorry." He kisses the side of my head but is give him away as it was Ehren's turn.

After his turn someone had to volunteer to do the gooch and none of the guys really wanted to do it so Dave decided to fill in the spot.

"So during this movie is when Alex will see everyone's dicks." Chris laughs.

"I'm already close with everyone so now we'll just get closer. 2/9 so seven more to go about to be six." I laugh as Dave gets undressed.

Dave takes a few screams before finally pulling it off completely down with it. Johnny ends up sticking the part that was in Dave onto Ehren's face before Chris says let's do his balls.

Chris's yelling and pain was the most funniest to watch that I ended up getting tears in my eyes.

"You're laughing a little bit to hard ma'am." Chris picked up the pads coming towards me.

"Chris! No! That was on your nuts!" I scream crawling over Johnny and Ehren to get away from him.

"I got her!" Johnny grabs my legs while Ehren holds my arms.

"Stop! Please." I scream while the all guys in the room laugh. "Chris, I thought I was your friend?!" I turn my head to the side as he brings the pads towards my face. I use everything in me and kick Johnny in the balls making him let go of me, so I can use my legs to flip myself back getting out of Ehren's grip. "Fuck you." I back away as he gives up.

As I go back to my room and Ryan and Bam just let themselves in, "I kinda just wanted to be alone... I'm MY room." I groan as they sit on either side of me as I laid on the bed.

"I don't think you're going to get any alone time at all while we film for this movie." Ryan laughs pulling me up so he could put an arm around my shoulder.

"Well I was for a second before you two decided waltz into my room." I give them both a look.

"Aww mama's pouting." Bam pinches my cheeks.

"You've got to stop calling me mama, Bam." I back hand his chest.

"I can't like older women, who happens to be a mom. So the nickname works out perfectly?" He pats my thigh.

"Okay but the name makes it seem like there's more than a five year age difference."

"I'm not gonna stop mama." He gives me a quick kiss then runs off so I look at Ryan. "Plus you look younger than me so no one would know." Bam pops his head back in then leaves again.

"Please don't do what he just did." I sigh making Ryan laugh.

"I won't kiss you unless you want me to. Plus I know you like Johnny." He chuckles making me shake my head no. "I'm not that dumb, Alex. You both like each other it's obvious. The way you look at each other. He cares WAY too much about you more than a friend would, Chris..." He gives me a smile.

"So you're not as dumb as you look." I say making him chuckle pulling me closer to his side.

"Have you told him? Or do you two know?"

"We agreed not to. He respects what I want. I need to focus on Caiden and I. Plus he kinda messed it up getting with other girls after we got together. Pretending it never happened." I explain to him as I rest my head on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Alex. Boys, guys, men, well we aren't the smartest." He says making me giggle agreeing. "He still likes you, Alex and you still like him."

"I know but I can't. Plus I don't wanna get hurt. I hate dating."

"I feel you, honey but I think Johnny is the best out of all of us. I see how much he cares about you and if you two never work... You will have a friend for life." He kisses the top of my head. "I'll leave you now so you can be alone like you wanted." He gets up walking out of the room.

"Ryan." I get up going over to him. "Thank you for the little talk." I give him a smile before kissing his cheek.

"Love you, Ri." He smiles walking away so I lay back down but I wasn't alone for a while.

"You didn't even apologize for kicking me in the nuts." Johnny sits down laying his head on my stomach.

"I'm terribly sorry that I'm not apologizing for kicking you in the balls." I look down at him.

"What was all that with Ryan?" He scans my face.

"Just talking." I sigh.

"And a kiss on the cheek with a love you." He sits up turning to look at me.

"Are you the only one allowed to have a meaningful conversation?" I prop myself up with my elbows.

"No but I don't remember getting a kiss on the cheek and me saying love you." He crosses his arms.

"I have kissed you on the cheek so the last one is on you. But really we were having a nice conversation to help me out with something."

"I thought I was that someone?" I close my eyes throwing back my head sighing at his words.

"Johnny, I can have more someone's. But you'll always be my number one someone about most things... just not this one okay." I sit up giving him a smile.

"Long as I'm your number one." He smiles making me smile more.

"Now, I wanna get some sleep so please leave now." I wave him off so he chuckles more.

"I'm out. Good night Allie." He walks towards my door.

"Night PJ." I get under my cover.

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Hi! 😊 I sent a request for some Johnny Martin fic earlier and I'll honestly take anything you write because it's always top notch but I came across the prompt "it's not often I get a chance to talk to someone like you"...so if you do take specific prompts, could we get this? 🙏

Nice to Meet You

"Hey get a load of this, the Brits have got dames fixing up their tanks."

"Hell, if we had dames fixing our trucks I'd be making sure they were broken pretty often."

"Haven't you two chuckleheads something better to do than stare at me while I'm doing my job?"

Johnny paused in his step when he noticed the unfamiliar woman in the middle of a sparring match with two idiots from Fox company. "These guys bothering you?" He asked as he came over to them, giving the two guys a stern and disapproving look.

"They're disrupting my work with their pig-headed comments and leering stares," she grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Why don't you two chuckle heads let the lady do her job and go concentrate on your own jobs, huh?" Johnny suggested, raising an eyebrow at them and leaving no room for argument. The two looked like they wanted to argue, but with a further glare from Johnny they eventually gave in and wandered off.

"Thanks for that," she sighed, turning to him with an easy smile and wiping her greasy hands on the rag hanging from her hip.

"Don't mention it," he waved her off, "sorry those guys were bothering you and being idiots."

"It's alright, I'm used to it," she sighed, turning to pick up her toolbox, "some guys just can't except that a women might be good at something they wouldn't have a clue about."

"Got that right," he chuckled, "so how long you been a grease monkey?"

"Joined up two years ago and never looked back," she grinned, "felt I had to do my part and this was better than the typing pool that's for sure. What about you, what got you into all this?"

"Well when I joined up they told us the new paratrooper division were gonna be the best of the best and I wanted in on that. It may have helped too that they told us the paratroopers would get paid an extra fifty bucks."

"Yeah," Emily laughed, "I can see how that could have convinced you. I bet you've got some great stories from training."

Johnny was about to reply when he heard the call for Easy to gather. "Aw hell I gotta go. Maybe I'll see you around the airfield again sometime."

"Yeah maybe," she smiled kindly, giving him a quick wave before turning back to the tank she was working on.

~~~~

"Hey, its you again!"

Johnny spun around and smiled when he spotted the mechanic from the other day. "Hey there!" He shouted as he jogged over to her, "y'know I just realised I never got your name the other day."

"I was about to say the same," she laughed, shaking her head, "it's Emily, Emily Warrick."

"Nice to meet you Emily Warrick," he grinned, holding out his hand to shake hers, "I'm Johnny Martin."

"Well nice to meet you too Johnny Martin," she chuckled, shaking his hand with vigour, "How's prep for the drop going?"

"Guess we're about as prepared as we can be," he shrugged, sitting down on a crate heavily. He looked bone weary, and Emily felt a pang of pity for all the soldiers who were about to risk their lives to jump into Europe.

"How about you tell me one of those great stories you've got from training aye?" She asked cheerfully, and Johnny appreciated her attempt at lightening the mood a little.

"The best is probably from Aldbourne a few months ago," Johnny chuckled, shaking his head, "one of the guys is great at impressions. Anyway, he pulled off one of the majors and convinced our CO to cut a wire fence so we could get through. Safe to say the farmer wasn't too pleased with our CO when he saw his cows on the run."

"That's brilliant," she giggled, her eyes crinkling, "I can't believe he got away with that."

"Neither could we, but he's lucky like that," Johnny snorted, "what about you? Surely you've got some stories yourself."

"Nothing as funny as yours," she sighed, but then smiled when a memory came to her, "but I did get to meet royalty once."

"How'd you pull that off?"

"Well the Princess Elizabeth was doing some mechanic training at the last base I was at. Was nice to see her getting stuck in with the rest of us, I even got to pass her a wrench."

"Well how about that," Johnny whistled, "Clearly I'm outclassed here, I'm in the presence of a friend of royalty."

"Coming from the man earning fifty bucks extra an hour than everyone else," she quipped, and Johnny had to laugh at that. Just as he was about to reply a group of guys from Dog walked past, muttering between themselves and giving Emily mocking looks. Johnny was about ready to give them all a telling off, but Emily to her credit just huffed and rolled her eyes at them.

"How do you do it?" He asked in disbelief, "how do you resist the urge to go crazy when people treat you like that?"

"Just part of life," she shrugged, "there's always going to be idiots who think I shouldn't be here or don't take me seriously. If I got mad everytime it happened I wouldn't have time to feel anything else."

"You're something else," Johnny chuckled, "it's not too often I get to talk to someone like you."

"Whatever do you mean by that?" She asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"Anyone else I know would be getting their knuckles bruised if they were treated the way you are."

"Ah well," she laughed ruefully, "I wouldn't be able to fix tanks if my knuckles were bruised now would I?"

"Got that right," he grinned. Johnny noticed the others starting to gather at the other end of the airfield and sighed. "Guess that's my cue to go."

"If I don't see you again before the jump then I wish you luck," she said seriously, her eyes earnest, "and I hope to see you again someday."

"You too Emily," he replied, holding out a hand and shaking hers firmly. He left her with an amused smile, and he really did hope he'd get to see her again.

~~~

OK I don't know how happy I am with this but hey, putting it out there anyway

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[jiminy-cricket12]

Literally how can you defend him saying he wanted to BURN HER TO DEATH and RAPE HER CORPSE? Which happened 2 years before they were even married. I've said shitty things about my abuser, I wanted him to die at many points, but it never once crossed my mind to rape him, let alone his corpse. How can you defend him lying about her cutting off his finger when he admitted to 3 people that he did it himself? Including to her while they were alone, which negates any argument that he was protecting his "abuser". How can you rationalize 12 out of 14 cases in his last trial concluding that he WAS a wifebeater, in a country where the defense has the onus to prove that their claims WERE true? How can you defend his own texts to her apologizing for hurting her? You're blindly ignorant and a sorry excuse for a so-called "radfem".

Look what we have here...

Thank God I'm not radical feminist then, because then I'd be compared to the likes of you, who stands up for a woman who is an abuser. I think feminism today has changed a lot from what it used to mean. I don't look at society and think men are the enemy. I have worked with hardworking women who have succeeded in being attorney's, Private and Public Defender's. They don't feel oppressed, in fact they have what it takes, they have the backbone to succeed in that profession. The few men who do have different opinions about that can easily be forgotten, because their opinions don't matter when a woman knows what's she capable of.

I refuse to look at ALL men like they're root of all my problems. Yes, I almost married a narcissistic prick who tried to oppress me, but I had the courage and strength to leave. Truthfully, I have a good life. I have found a man, who has had my heart since the night we met. He loves me the way I am meant to be loved. I have a good career working with a private attorney when just two weeks ago I was working as a contractor with no PTO or benefits for the last year and half. I have never felt oppressed. Because in the end the only one stopping me from succeeding in life, and in society, is me.

But when I really get down to the cause of all the issues I have, and the lack of my mental stability, it's because I was raised by a narcissistic parent. Who has done nothing but put me down for my weight and constantly throws my mistakes and emotions in my face. She verbally abuses me. (Plot twist: she's a woman. Shocker)

I will defend Johnny because he is the victim. I will defend any man or woman who is a victim of sexual assault and domestic violence. Amber in this case does not fall under that category. I have gone into detail about the revenge fantasies I've had about my ex with my best friend. I have even said nasty, ugly things to his face that I deeply regret. However, would I condemn Johnny for doing the same? No because it doesn't make him a terrible human being. It honestly makes me look like a hypocrite. Once again, so this is very clear to you, I will defend Johnny.

[mskimkaty]

URS| J.JH

Fluff, smut

wc: 5k

synopsis: One thing led to another, and you didn’t meant to fuck up, majorly.

warnings: smut, smut with plot, unprotected sex, manhandling, swearing. 

"Come on. I promise you it will be fun." You rolled your eyes for god knows how many times as you scan through your biology book. You have an essay due tomorrow and you're idiotic of a brother is asking you to come party tomorrow Friday night.

"Oppa, Really. I have so many papers piling up, and I can't afford to slack off. Ask Taeyong or Johnny Oppa or someone! I know for a fact that you have tons of friends, why are you bothering me?" You brush the strands that poke on your forehead and continued with what you're doing, you're one blunt girl but your brother isn't having any of it today. You heard your Doyoung lets out a sigh and you almost dance in victory assuming that he's gonna kiss your head goodbye and let you have the peace you deserve.

"They are going! Don't you want to come? Everyone's coming including your friends." He pleaded once more and your eyes instantly shoot up at him.

Did they just bail on you on a Friday night? You asked yourself— Maybe, They did.

You continued typing on your laptop while scanning the book placed on your right side. "I don't know, Oppa. I have tons to do. But I'll let you k— fine! I'll come! Okay!" You surrender once You saw that he won't back down from talking and You just need your own sweet peaceful time back. Finally, Doyoung kisses the side of your head "It's a deal, Here is your fav, caramel macchiato," He hands you the drink with a shit-grinning smile that makes him a look like a bunny beading you goodbye before reminding you that's it's a settled deal.

Seriously, he won't last a second with you once he spots his brothers from his damn frat house. You decided to call Seulgi and ask if they really are coming and that imbecile brother of yours, practically lied to your face without blinking. But since it's a Friday night, Seulgi decides to ask the others to come.

On Friday night, the others basically made you a living doll, pampering you here and there, applying cosmetics, and choosing an outfit for you.

"You can't do that, Sooyoung-ah! Y/N's very conservative in that area!" Joohyun shouted at Sooyoung for choosing a black off-shoulder that clings on your shapes like a second skin and deeps lowly in your chest area, the material is thick enough to keep you from the cold air but it leaves you with bare shoulders—still, you don't think it's a good idea, It was already getting cold. "Yeah, that's my main purpose. She has the biggest boobs in this room, why not be proud and parade it? Yah, don't be embarrassed by God's gift, a lot of women want big boobs, especially someone like yours, It's not small but it's not that big to look awkward either, plus, women pay loads of money to have that kind of boobs," She stated.

"I can't believe we're talking about my body parts," you muster all the courage not to punch this Unnie for blabbing nonsense but everyone agreed, either way. "Please don't let me wear that," You begged, already hating the idea. "Unnie, that's too low, just one accidental pull and-" you were cut off from talking when Wendy smirks at you. "Who's going to pull your top? Unless if you're going to have a productive night and let someone pull it down, then yes, definitely. You're going to parade your boobs,"

She's in the fashion department together with Sooyoung and nothing or no one is stopping the two of them when it comes to deciding someone's attire and their opinions are always validated especially when it comes to clothes.

"You gotta be kidding me!" You move out of Sooyoung's hold when Seulgi showed you a nipple tape. "Yah! Kim Y/n! stop acting like a Goddamn pre-schooler and use this already!" Sooyoung Shouted grabbing your arms again and caging you using her arms around your neck.

Fuck your life.

Fuck growing up as a conservative chick, it was hard when you grew up with two older brothers, basically growing up wearing varsity shorts and not the colorful skirts like a normal girl would do. You did go with that off-shoulder top pairing it with a white tennis skirt. Totally parading your cleavage and shoulders not to mention the lack of shorts for protection under your skirt making you want to turn back and walk your way out of this goddamn house. "Hey, look guys I have big boobs." Written in your forehead. Seriously, they won't let you live a peaceful life.

Upon arriving at your brother's frat house, you heard someone whistle "If it isn't our baby Y/n!" Yuta hollered when they spotted Sooyoung and you walking in the foyer towards the inside of the house. It was already packed, empty vodka and beer bottles are already scattered at the side of the kitchen, there was a huge container at the center island that contains different kinds of beers placed in a stack of ice cubes. Your mouth watered. You wouldn't mind a good cold beer.

"Cut it out Yuta, She's not a baby anymore," Seulgi retorted already chugging her second bottle down her throat "I know! It's just that it's my first time seeing her with a skirt and not her brother's pants on." Yuta received dirty glances from the others and a hard punch from Jungwoo who hugged you— his baby sister protectively. You felt Jungwoo's knuckles hit you on your head and you pout your lip at him, "Yah, what are you wearing?" he asks you,

"I know I look ridiculous," you say as you rolled your eyes at him. Jungwoo doesn't think that you looked ridiculous, it's just that, he wasn't used to seeing you wearing girl clothes and not the usual ones where he and Doyoung don't need to protect you from prying eyes around.

"Fuck you, That's my sister you're talking about." Doyoung gives him a playful nudge and Yuta only smiles wickedly like a perverted mad man, you were used to him, though. He was just being himself and teasing you. You were thankful, for hyping you up, so you felt a little confident as you grab for a beer after Donghyuck gives you your first shot of tequila for the night, your throat instantly heats up as you take the liquid in, the night is long.

"Yeah, I'll remember this you fucking moron," you joked, probably ignoring him for the rest of the evening, jokingly. "So this is the famous Phi kappa house," Wendy says looking around, spotting Eunwoo in the process from the living room walking towards your group with Jaehyun in tow, walking behind him while holding a beer in his hand and his phone in the other.

You actually don't know him that very well since you're still a freshman, and you just heard he's from the Architecture department, one of your brother's new frat brothers, Sooyoung mounted that Jaehyun was in an exchange program and was originally from the states, you see him for a few times around campus but that was that. You never greeted each other, unlike the others, or even acknowledge one another.

You scan the living room where everyone is getting wasted from every corner of the house. "Where's Johnny by the way?" Irene asked no one in particular scanning the area. "Getting laid," Eunwoo said pulling Wendy to sit on his lap. There was a brief emotion in her eyes that you can't decipher but you ignore it anyway.

"But Mark said he's with him, though?" Seulgi commented while Eunwoo only shrugged. Yuta and Donghyuck handed each one of you your drinks. Another strong scent of vodka makes it way up to your nostrils, your head spins just by smelling it, Sooyoung grimace at the smell, "This is basically; Vodka with a drop of juice in it."

"Watch out, Noona. The Juice is probably for color only." He whispers and she winces more. "Who the fuck even mixed this?" She asks as she took a sip at her drink. Jaehyun laughs at her.

"Jung fucking Jaehyun!! you little shit," She hollered. "Sorry, Noona." he winks at her and you watch the both of them in the sides. You wished socializing was that easy. You hate how awkward you get sometimes.

"Y/n's not good at drinking." You heard your older brother says and you look at him. "It's fine, let the girl cut some slack besides we have tons of people in the group to take care of her later," Johnny says after suddenly appearing at your side with Mark hugging you. "My favorite human being- Girl, What the fuck are you wearing?!" Mark's hands stayed on your waist and Jungwoo watched as Jaehyun's eyes linger on where Mark's hands was placed around you, he only smiled wickedly as he watches his Hyung chug on his bear problematically.

You gather the courage to drink the vodka in just one gulp. The strong taste leaving a trace in your mouth down your throat. It leaves a cool sensation but at the same time drawing a burning line down your throat. You accidentally made a weird sound and you sounded like a drowning piranha. The others only looked at each other and then bursting out laughing after registering the weird sound you made. Donghyuck hugged you after shouting "My Noona, so cute!!" at the top of his lungs while hugging you tightly.

The night went by, the sound booming in the house as you jam to it in the corner with Jungwoo, Mark, and Donghyuck, Jaehyun tagging along. Sipping in your vodka now and then.

"I'm going out, it's too suffocating in here," I blurted clumsily. As I start to walk, you felt Mark's hands in your arms. "Why?" you asked.

"You're drunk. You don't really think I will let you go on your own. In a party- looking like that." Mark says protectively. "Come with me then." You asked. Mark looked in front feeling conflicted, you followed his gaze and you saw him eyeing a girl who was basically eye-fucking him in return. "Suit yourself." You turn to Donghyuck who were busily conversing with another girl in the side. "I can't believe you choose to get your dick wet first rather than keeping your best friend company." you turn to Jaehyun who was looking at you. "I'll come with you, I was thinking of getting a smoke either way," Jungwoo says.

You clumsily withdraw from Mark's grip. "Fine, I'll take my boring of a brother with me then." Mark nodded seemingly unaffected and Jaehyun only laughs at him as he shakes his head.

You decided to hang in the garden area. "Wait- hey," you turned to face him "Just a minute," Jaehyun leaves his bottle behind before grabbing his leather jacket. You stop mid-sentence a big what the hell is written on your face. "You're not my brother. Where the hell is my brother?" you asked your eyes unfocused. Jaehyun put his jacket on, his bubbly facade was completely gone as he turns to you.

"Well, for starters, you drag me here," Jung Jaehyun says "Oh- my bad. You can go back if you'd like." you sit on one of the chairs in the garden. Closing your eyes in the process waiting for him to walk away but you hear the clang of metal and a chair being dragged instead. You opened your eyes knowingly. Jaehyun, sitting in front of you.

"Well, fresh air isn't that bad, either," like you, Jaehyun closes his eyes for a moment, basking in the silence with the soft bass booming in the background "But it's your party, you should go back, Oppa." you watch him for a second but decides to close your eyes again, the fatigue drowning into your body suddenly, hearing you call him that does wonders inside of him, you honestly don't mind calling him that even though you both weren't in terms to have that kind of relationship yet but you consider all your brother's friends who are much older than you a close friend already.

Jaehyun was wearing his usual black t-shirt with his denim ripped jeans, with his white clean snickers making a sound as he tapped on the floor probably jamming to the music from the house. He always wears black shirts, If not black you sometimes see him wearing white, he was so basic when it comes to his clothes but still looks good that it's maddening. Not that you're checking him out on a daily basis, you had eyes, and you always see him everywhere.

"It's my house, but not my party." He says as you continued drinking from the cup you were holding, you tried offering him the cup you were holding and he reached out for it, you watched the way his Adam's apple move in fascination.

You blinked the thoughts away. The drink making you feel hot, "So why did you transfer here?" you tried making small talks just to ignore the unwanted thoughts about him. He smiled and cocks his head to the side, his smile becoming faint as he stares at your drunken state. you can barely keep your eyes open but still sip from the same cup the both of you were sharing.

"Okay, that's enough." He blurted messily. Even he can't form the right words to say. "Enough with the drinking." He added.

"Are you trying to babysit me?" you asked. Dumbfounded. You laughed at the idea. "You haven't answered my question, though." you sit with your legs crossed and you put your forearms on your knees leaning closer to him, Jaehyun sees the deep in your top, your cleavage showing more than intended, skin glistening under the lights, he moved his eyes away from your form, mentally cursing.

"I just needed the scholarship and the University offered one so I took it." He says, that made you confused for a second, "I thought your family is loaded?" you asked. "Were comfortable," he answered you. Disbelief was written on your face "Isn't that what super-rich Asian kids answer with that type of questions?" he laughs at you. "Both my sisters are also a scholar back at home, I had to be a little competitive, it runs in the family."

Damn.

"They do?" you asked. He shifted his gaze everywhere but you. For some reason you wanted his attention on you, there was a sudden change in his demeanor as the mood between the both of you change,  "You're making this hard for me." He says with finality. You tilt Your head to the side. "Then, aren't you going to do something about it ?" you asked laughing. You stood up walking back to the house. He's head moving as his eyes study every move you make, you back up and turn to face him,

"Y/n, I don’t do one night stand,"  He blurted his lips forming a tight line after, Jaehyun walks to you, grabbing you by the waist, you grab at the back of his neck, taking your time and looking at his lips with the same want he gives. "Then, this is our day one."  you say your last words before pulling him for a kiss.

Kissing Jaehyun felt- wet, You felt his arms circle your waist as he hoists you up to cradle him, making you break the kiss. "Won’t you regret this in the morning?" He manages to ask before you dig to taste his lips again. "I still think you’re drunk and will probably regret this in the morning,” He blurted out, you pulled him again lips meeting, “But oppa, that’s not the problem right now, and I really think we should think about that tomorrow.” you convinced him, Jaehyun was having the last bit of patience and he just want to take you to his room and fuck your brain senseless.

This kind of confidence is new to you, though, this wasn't your first time getting laid, it wasn't like you do this normally, either. You still remembered your first time, it was during your senior year, there was this one guy who acts like he swept you off of your feet but doesn't even last 5 minutes into the sex, his dick wasn't small per se, but it wasn't that big either, though, you can't really tell, it's not like you have seen lots of different male sex to compare, you remember it had hurt, and just, hurt in general. He sucked at sex and only minded his own release, penetrating you without getting you wet first. Your mind came back to Jaehyun when he sucks at the skin below your right ear and you shivered at the pleasure. You don't even understand the logic of you kissing Jung Jaehyun when you're not that close. What would Doyoung and Jungwoo think? or how would they even react? "What are you thinking?" Jaehyun broke the kiss once again, feeling that you're somehow distracted. His thumb draws small circles at the inside of your thighs and you cling to him as he walks through the back door to the basement of the house where it was exclusive for the members only. and I'm kissing him.  

Once inside, he put you down, "Just thinking of my brothers," you answered. "Please don't tell me you're going to back out and leave me hot and bothered."

"Of course not." you pull him back down and attached your lips to his, Jaehyun broke the kiss once again and lead you to the stairs up to his room, the lack of people made you look at him questioningly but he just pulls at your hand, Jaehyun opened the door to his room, shoving you against it and kissing you desperately. You moaned at the pain shooting at your back, something flashed in his eyes; realizing how manhandling affects you.

He broke the kiss and study your reaction. "You can't keep doing this to me." He manages to say. You were so ready and wet for him, and he's not even doing anything to you besides kissing you. Jaehyun lowered his head on your neck just where your weak spot is and a soft moan escape from your lips.

You pushed him back as you kiss him, backing up until the both of you fell to the mattress of his bed with you straddling him. Tonight was supposed to be just a normal girl's night out. But, here you are making out with Jung Jaehyun, both of your brother's best mate.

You are so fucked up.

Jaehyun lowered his head and attached his lips to your neck, lapping on it just where your weak spot is as a soft moan escapes from your lips. Jaehyun, he can't even control his urges at this point anymore, seems like keeping his hands off of you would be a problem in the future, the heat in his lower body was already rising as he kissed your slightly parted lips. Your body was a victim of him, your sight getting blurry at the intensity of his kisses. Jaehyun run little kisses down your skin, removing your top in one go, as much as he thinks you look fucking good on it, he wants nothing to do with it.

Jaehyun's breath hitched when he saw your bare chest. You mentally pat your head for going against the nipple tape, it would be fucking embarrassing to get rid of it in this situation. He grabs your breast causing you to flinch, a sigh-like moan escaping your lips, His fingers painlessly kneaded the mounds of your breasts, distorting them erotically in his palm.

Jaehyun find your scent sweet, he was marking you inside his head,

Mine,

He was hooked with intense possessiveness and desire, palming you through your undies, making you ark your back against the bed and rubbing your heat against his hands for much better friction, you were so, so close. The heat in your core being unbearable.

"You keep surprising me with how dirty you are," he murmured against your ears when he realized you were  just wearing your undies without a protective shorts. Jaehyun played with the hem of your panties before ripping them off you. "Let's keep the skirt, I want to fuck you in it."

"You're fucking unbelievable, Oppa. What am I going to wear later?" you ask while heaving, waiting for his next move that he'll do. Jaehyun took one breast into his mouth and sucked on it, his tongue lapped around your stiff bud, biting it lightly before repeating, something hot flowed from your already wet core, making the two of you stop at your ministration, "fuck, fuck, fuck." you chant like a mantra.

Jaehyun couldn't believe that you're coming just from that. Your body was so responsive that the idea got him rock hard in instant. You turn away when Jaehyun strips from his clothes, embarrassed to see him naked so suddenly, his cock springing up, your mouth watering at the sight, Jaehyun grabs at your ankles when you come down from your high, you turning limp but doesn't protest, spreading you apart and positioning his self between your legs. Then, an overwhelming force suddenly pierced through you in one go, moaning at the delicious stretch you felt with being filled by his cock.

You were a moaning mess by now, Your pupils dilated, choosing to breathe as Jaehyun rams at you anomalistically, you felt dizzy by the sudden intense pleasure of being overstimulated, your sensitive walls squeezed tight as if rejecting him,

Jaehyun growled against your skin, "Fuck, baby, loosen up, You're too tight."

One more thrust and Jaehyun already got you spasming around him, Jaehyun grunted lowly. "How obscene, I just put it in and your body likes it so much." your face heat up in embarrassment, body tightening on him causing him to let out a suppressed groan as he comes undone inside you.

You smirk at him, watching his expression as you flex your thighs around him, prolonging his orgasm, his eyes trembled holding down your forearm above your head, "You like it, Oppa?" you asked smugly at him, tired, and being over-stimulated also by him. "How fun," you wrapped your legs around his waist and tightly squeezed where your lower abdomens met.

"Y/n," He growled, seeing your eyes sparkling with mischievousness, Jaehyun's lips curved oddly, deciding to play the game you were playing, he smirked and grab at your thighs, pulling them apart, he pulled out and rammed back inside, hard. You screamed at the pleasure, you know it was the beginning of a fierce-long night of sex that's seemed to never end. Jaehyun's hard erect cock penetrating endlessly through you, tormenting at the same time pleasuring you.

you screamed against him, forgetting the party going downstairs and ignoring the phone chiming down the floor with all the worried text messages from your brothers and Unnies. Halfway through, the two of you lost your senses with how good the fuck is, you falling asleep as fatigue runs through your body after Jaehyun manages to pull four more orgasms in you.

Rays of the sun coming from the outside sipping through the curtained window were hot against your skin, making you come to your senses. You look at the unfamiliar vicinity, every piece of furniture was unfamiliar to you. A big flat-screen television hangs on the wall in front of the bed. You look down to see your clothes lying together with an unknown shirt and pants on the ground.

You moved slightly. Groaning because of the pain you felt. Horror strikes your face when you registered that someone's arm was draped in your bare stomach.

Holy fucking shit

You lifted your head to see someone sleeping beside you. A mop of brown hair greeted you, thinking hard to remember the past events of last night. Flashbacks of last night start to flood in your memory and you mentally slap your face. You wanted to scream your heart out in pure panic and stupidity but that wouldn't be a nice idea. Instead, you slowly lift his arm, got out of the bed, and pick your clothes up, Horrified at your ripped undies.

you ran to the bathroom as quietly as possible. Turning the faucet on as you see your reflection in the mirror. Red marks were all over your neck and chest. What the hell did you do last night? No, why did you do that last night?!

You quickly get dressed. You need to get the hell out of here before he wakes up and asks you questions even you don't know how to answer yourself, worst being rejected straight up and be doomed for the rest of your college life.

You left. Hopefully, without leaving any traces behind. When you got home Wendy was watching the television. Upon entering, she bombards you with questions, asking why you can't be contacted only then you remembered you don't have your phone with you. fuck, way to go on not leaving any traces behind. You borrowed her phone and tried to dial your number.

"Hello?" a man's voice answered the call and you instantly cut the call off. You know it's him. How can you forget the voice of the man screaming your name against your eras last night?

You change into more comfortable clothes after taking a long cold shower, if only you can remove every trace of what happened last night, the evidence is all over your body. It's already 3 in the afternoon, your headache isn't helping with the situation, and you self-pity yourself in your room.

You cried because of your stupidity. Goddamn that alcohol, You swear to never drink again. You heard a knock on your door. Wendy's head pocking from outside. "Can I come inside?" you manage to say a small yes.

"What happened to you?" She asked. You tried to form a suitable lie inside your head but Wendy bit you to it. "The last time I saw you last night was when you were dragging Jaehyun outside and you two never come back inside, again."

in fact, you did, using the back door.

You know you can easily dodge the question but Instead, the guilt it you out of humiliation. "Unnie, can we not talk about this?" you cried. Wendy left after consulting you once more, you were grateful that she didn't push you to talk about it.

The nect day, Jungwoo visited your apartment handing you, your phone back. "Jaehyun Hyung give this to me, says it was yours." you waited for him to ask you questions about your whereabouts but he didn't, still he didn’t let the opportunity slide to make fun of you and Jaehyun.

On Monday you were at a café near the University's entrance when you felt someone sit next to you, you look up from your book to see who it was and after hours and hours of hiding from that person; here he is sitting next to you.

He dared not to look at you, voluntarily pack your things, ready to escape when you heard him say "You know we need to talk things through." you looked at him in horror. Why can't he just let this slide? why does he care so much? I've been ignoring his calls, He probably put his contact number on your phone before Jungwoo came and returned it to you.

"Can we just pretend that it never happened?" you blurted. "That was a one-night thing. We were both drunk. Can't you just let it be? Just thank me for it. I won't add from all the girls you banged and probably want's your support or want something from you." you harshly retort.

"What?" he asked you frowning, both of you looked at each other before he breaks contact and looks away. instantly turning a bright shade of pink. "Just, forget it." you blurted and walk off.

You vented all your anger in your classes, putting all your focus on every subject, by the time you were done with your last subject, you spotted Jung Jaehyun outside your class waiting, both hands in his jean pockets, his hair looks like he'd been running his fingers on it all day, his white t-shirt was clinging to his body, his orange ID lace tells him from the architect department.

You lowered your head, hugging your books closer in your chest, trying your best to walk past him without him seeing you. "Y/n." warm hands grab your left arm, you jolted from his touch as if you were electrified. You reacted by moving away from him, giving him more space than you intended, Jaehyun on the other hand looks angry. This reaction made him think that you were disgusted with what happened between you two, when you're really not, Halting from your steps you stood face to face with him.

"Oppa, what are you doing?" you asked, looking around as he attempts to hold your arm again but you panicked when you saw some curious eyes on both of you and the last thing you wanted was for the student body's attention on you. You jerk from his touch "I told you to drop this." you whispered, walking away from him but being the tall guy that he is, it made no effort for him to walk up beside you. You fasten your pace but to no avail, was useless to him.

"We need to talk," he said as he drags you to the gym, both of them entered the locker room where the lights were off only the lights coming from the outside were your source to see his face.

His face turns into a frown. "Stop taking me as a joke," he blurted. If he thinks you're taking this or him as a joke, he was wrong. You just want this to never happen and you don't want to be one of those girls on the lists that he victimized, you beg to defer. plus, talk about being scared of the rejection, you don't want it happening to you to the point that you started pushing him away.

"Why? Do you think this is a joke for me? I won't waste my time searching or even waiting for you if I think of this as a joke." shocked was evident on your face and he attempts to touch you. "Don't !" I squealed, putting my hands in the air across his face to stop him. "You know, I told you I don’t do one night stand with just anybody.” he says, you racked your head searching for a specific moment and then you remember how you practically throw yourself at him even going to the lengths of saying that night was your first day as a couple. 

"I feel disgusted by myself don't you know that? you want to talk? Fine, I don't want to be rejected, honestly, I'm saving my face from the humiliation, we had sex," you hysterically said. "Just because we were both drunk!"

you breathed some air in your lungs, a dumbfounded Jaehyun in front of you. "Don't look at me like that."

"You don't understand," he said seriously. “Im not taking no as an answer, you brought this up on your ownself.”

"What? don't understand what?" you asked. you ran your fingers through your hair, seriously getting tired of this. both of you were just running in circles. you couldn’t believe Jaehyun was like this, like a lost puppy, looking like a lost puppy, "If you think I don't understand the situation, then don't you think you should elaborate it more for me?" you asked. You both locked eyes, he's obviously thinking, finding the right words to talk you into this. He put his hands in his pockets. "This is different, at least for me," was the only thing he said.

"I don't believe you. and I don't need you to be responsible," you said. "Oppa, Just please forget it," you turn around and walk once again ready to leave him as a handgrip your arm but this time pulling you back harshly to be faced by him again.

You felt yourself collide with his rock hard body, his lips on yours as you tried to focus your eyes on him, you accidentally drop all the books that you have when you felt him put his other hand on the back of your neck, kissing you deeply and pulling you incredibly close, leaving no air to pass through you and him. Stuck in the same position, you did not dare to move.

He reached for your face and deepen the kiss. "What the hell-" you pushed him away but for some reason, your energy leaves the soul out of you.

He slightly nibbles at your lower lip and you automatically responded with the same urge his giving you, knowing this is wrong and that you should probably stop this, but your mind and body won't cooperate and you suddenly remembered the sensation he makes you feel back then, thinking about the situation, kissing in a dark place with only the two of you making lewd noises made you wet down there. A soft moan escapes your lips as his fingers slightly gaze at your skin just underneath your blouse.

"We both know what we want. And obviously, your body doesn't lie," he said, eyes the darkest shade as he gazes down on you with a smirk on his lips.

"Is this how you get to bed girls? because you totally got me."

"No, I'm telling you, I want you. In every way possible."

yeah, short fic for my bub so what :(((

[bloededhoine]

world building cause twn doesn't part 8: nonhumans

this is easily the geekiest part of the series. and it's a Very geeky series. because sapkowski's worldbuilding is waaay more extensive than i have the time, ability, or desire to convey, i'm sticking with races both sentient and important

colour code cause i fucking love colour codes - already happened/introduced, probably s2, important background info, stuff that might be in the prequel, extras

series masterpost

dopplers

dopplers, also known as vexlings, shifters, mimics, doubles, imitators, or pavrats, are a nonhuman race that can take on the appearance of nearly anyone they encounter

before mass migrations of humans, dopplers primarily inhabited the forests and plateaus around the city of novigrad, where they would transform into wolves and pack animals to hunt

their abilities are pretty impressive, dopplers can not only mimic appearance but also voice, personality, skills, behaviours, and knowledge. dopplers can even turn parts of their bodies into pieces of clothing or other objects

however, there are some limitations

dopplers can't transform into someone/thing with dramatically more mass than they have, are burned by silver, and can't drop anything they created (if they did it would kind of turn into a fleshy goop)

we've already met a doppler in twn, this sexy sexy man

BUT

it is important to note that this doppler is a huge deviation from sapkowski's lore. dopplers are pretty much always exceptionally kind and gentle. a lot of times they use their abilities to appear threatening (big teeth, sharp claws etc) because they really don't want to hurt anyone.

when dopplers aren't mimicking another form, they aren't exactly pretty. they're bald, short, have beady yellow eyes, and kinda look like they're made from soft clay

here's the hexer doppler

the most notable doppler is dudu biberveldt, who i mentioned as the halfling dainty biberveldt's fake cousin. dudu's actual name is tellico lunngrevink letorte, but dainty decided to help dudu live in novigrad by adopting him as his fake cousin.

dragons

dragons are fucking awesome. you know it, i know it, and zerrikanians know it. witcher dragons are especially awesome

they are the only being, other than cats, that can naturally harness and absorb the force of chaos

there are multiple subtypes, but most dragons fall into one of four: black dragons, green dragons, red dragons, and white dragons.

black dragons are the largest, and primarily live in swamps and wetlands where they bathe in mud. they have extremely hard scales and don't breathe fire, but an acid that causes burns similar to those from mustard gas.

green dragons (right there) are the most prominent yet smallest species of dragon, mainly living in forested areas and breathe highly flammable chlorine gas.

red dragons mainly live in hills and mountain caves and can breathe fire hot enough to melt metal

white dragons are one of the rarest species and live in the far north, and can breathe frost

however, if you watched the witcher netflix as i assume you did, you may remember golden dragons. these dragons are so rare and exceptional that they are not usually included with other species. they breathe steam and fire and can shapeshift into any living being

all dragons communicate through telepathy, although golden dragons can speak when they are in the form of a species that can speak

humans are pretty divided on the topic of dragons, with zerrikanians worshiping them and nordlings hating them.

because they are incredibly intelligent and emotional, witchers (generally) refuse to hunt them

borkh three jackdaws, also known as villentrenmerth, is the only golden dragon we know. there he is right there.

ASSASSINS OF KINGS SPOILERS NEXT TWO BULLET POINTS

the other dragon from twn was a green dragon named myrgtabrakke, borkh's mate. their daughter is named saesenthessis, also known as saskia the dragonslayer (an alias she took to explain her extensive knowledge of dragons) and the virgin of aedirn

because saskia is part golden dragon, she can shapeshift, although is much more limited than her father. she can basically only be a human looking woman with blonde hair or a huge dragon.

cut because this part is getting REALLY long

godlings

ah godlings. i love them so much. they're adorable and precious. they usually look somewhat like a human child, but with blue skin and large amber or green eyes. they don't wear much clothes, their focus is in accessories like jewelry, flowers, or tattoos

that's johnny, a holding in wild hunt.

godlings are incredibly rare, and are easily confused with young goblins. they primarily live in swamps near drowners, but aren't afraid of them.

they're quite mischievous but kind hearted, many have happy go lucky personalities and love just having fun. i adore godlings. i've said it once and i'll say it again.

higher vampires

definitely the most important group on this list, higher vampires are incredibly powerful and intelligent. they can shapeshift within certain limits, generally either looking like a human or a large terrifying bat. they also have some telepathic abilities - they can basically make you fall asleep and forget stuff

scary wooo

higher vampires do not need to drink blood to survive. some don't drink blood at all. when they do, it's like a human drinking alcohol. on full moons, groups of higher vampires go out partying and get white girl wasted

although all higher vampires have the same basic abilities, each individual has one skill they are exceptional in.

most find humans harmless but annoying, like mosquitos. they don't really like interacting with humans, which works out pretty well as higher vampires can blend in very well, even a witcher's medallion can't detect one

higher vampires also have three distinct cultures, the tdet in the far east, the ammurun across the great sea, and the gharasham in the northern realms

they are really really hard (or impossible, depending on canon) to kill. based on the books, you basically need to disintegrate them. based on the games, only higher vampires can kill other higher vampires, but humans can get close

we only meet one in the books, emiel regis rohellec terzieff-godefroy. he goes by regis for short. regis was an "alcoholic" in his youth, and has since abstained from blood or any other substance. he's incredibly old, by the end of twn season 1 he'd be 425 years old. as for regis' "special ability", he's just kind. he's an incredibly gentle and loving person. that's it. i love him.

merpeople

probably one you're already familiar with! merpeople are intelligent humanoids that inhabit the great sea. mermaids are notably gorgeous, having green hair and tails, and their scales are prized alchemy ingredients

sapkowski's mermaids can breathe above water, but the sun burns their skin so they don't stay at the surface for very long.

merpeople are incredibly powerful, they can summon krakens and the sea-dragon like race of vodyanoy respect their authority

they use their own language that's quite similar to hen llinge, but more lyrical sounding.

nymphs

nymphs are a humanoid race primarily based around nature. they have 5 subspecies, dryads (including hamadryads), leimoniad, naiad, nereid, and oread.

dryads, called eerie wives by humans and aen woedbeanna by elves, are the most prevalent, primarily living in the brokilon forest. some have human skin with olive undertones, but others are green. they usually have dark brown or green hair which is usually worn in dreadlocks (breaking my promise of not being overtly and annoyingly political in this series yet again - the dryads, especially in the netflix adaptation, are classic magical n*gress stereotypes. but more on that later.)

this is a lore-accurate one that i LOVE

dryads have incredibly strong connections with nature and magic, although it is really rare for a dryad to be a source. dryads are able to draw energy from trees, but rarely do because they don't want to hurt the trees. support dryads and take the bus.

all dryads are women. all of them. they make babies by basically luring men into the forest and doing the adult hokey pokey. also why dryads aren't really a fan of witchers, who don't make the baby butter (i am so sorry)

however, dryads can also turn a girl of another race into one of their own through the use of magic. the water of brokilon has some mutating quality that makes young girls forget their human past and physically turn into dryads, although it is less effective as the girls are older. the dryads tried to do this to ciri, but given that she's a source, nothing happened. generally, this process is done to girls who wander into brokilon, but some dryads will abduct peasants from outside the forest if they need more dryads.

here's twn dryads... yikes

this is where i think the whole racism thing becomes a bit too obvious. "uncivilized" women who live in the forest and have dreadlocks and abduct young girls from "civilized" areas?? in twn they leaned even further into this, having one of the two black women they cast be a dryad and replacing the usual bows and arrows with spears, a less sophisticated weapon. again, this series is about the lore, not the political implications of it, but it is important to keep in mind

dryads are excellent at archery, shooting anyone who comes within 80 metres of the forest. through their connection with nature, they have highly advanced medicine and use glowing fungi as a source of light.

hamadryads are a specific type of dryad that is incredibly connected with her tree. because of this connection they have exceptionally strong magical and healing capabilities, but will also go insane and die if their tree dies.

like merpeople, dryads use a more melodic dialect of hen llinge

leimoniads are a type of nymph that lived exclusively in meadows, but are practically extinct due to wars with humans

naiads, also called rusalki, are nymphs that live in lakes and rivers, although a few live with the dryads in brokilon. naiads are very similar to dryads, although they tend to have very light skin with very dark hair, webbed hands, and can dry out on land

naiads rarely speak common, live in small groups, and have highly developed telepathic abilities

nereids are nymphs that inhabit the great sea, often living closely with merpeople. they usually have blueish skin with either blue or white hair and have some telepathic abilities, though not to the extent of naiads.

oreads are nymphs of the mountains, which, like leimoniads, are nearly extinct due to human conquests.

succubi/incubi

succubi (female) and incubi (male) are creatures which look like incredibly attractive humans but with horns and goat legs. they seduce humans, first in dreams and then physically, using their prey's energy to sustain themselves, often to the point of the human's exhaustion or death

our man eskel has a soft spot for them...

sylvans

sylvans, another race we already met, are exceptionally rare. like, practically extinct. they live mainly in the woodlands of the northern realms and have goat-like faces with yellow eyes, horns, cloven hooves, and tails

my man torque is quite possibly one of the last sylvans on the continent

they are distantly related to elves, and the two races tend to coexist quite well

generally quite mischievous and merry, highly enjoying pranks and parties. they can use simple spells and are mainly herbivores

sylvans live around 100 years and are highly sought after by dryads for their... ahem... reproductive capabilities

unicorns

yep, we got unicorns! i fucking love unicorns and still kinda think they're real. camels are real and those lumpy fuckers are way weirder than a horse with a spike on its head.

anyways

unicorns are highly advanced beings, they can travel between worlds and use telepathy. they don't really like the "less advanced" races, mostly staying around to observe them. they have distinct societies led by a council of elders and tend to avoid evil

these unicorns are badasses

unicorns strongly despise the use of the force but encourage the power of destiny. in the context of pavetta's betrothal feast, a unicorn would not be happy with pavetta's little source hurricane thing, but would encourage geralt to follow the law of surprise

in of the witcher, unicorns are very important because of their world-hopping capabilities. the aen elle, unfortunately, realized this and began enslaving unicorns to help them plunder other worlds. this turned into a massive conflict between the unicorns and elves.

[penwieldingdreamer]

Dante's Prayer - Chapter 2

Another chapter for you guys, thank you so much for the likes and reblogs. Thanks to @fortheloveoffanfic for betaing again. Enjoy and let me know what you think.

Warnings: none

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Chapter 2

Amalie sat next to the vanity, watching the maid style her sister's hair. She had seen Mister Shelby, accompanied by his brother and Johnny Dogs, a friend of the family, and could already find the truth in the rumors spread about him. His eyes as cold and deep as the Atlantic in Winter and not even his smile could give them warmth. "Are you excited for the ball? Mother went all out, even a few cousins from Austria came to attend, móraí can't wait to meet the Shelbys."

"Do I really have to go? You know I hate balls and dancing." Saoirse whined, grunting as Doris pulled a curl too hard before she answered instead of the sister.

"Your mother wants you to meet your husband, miss, it won't do you good if you don't attend. Besides, I heard Mister Shelby is very handsome."

Snorting, the youngest of three heavily leaned her head on her hand, not sure what to think about all that swooning the two women were doing. "If you like him so much, why don't you marry him, Doris. I bet he wouldn't mind as long as he's had someone to warm his bed and take care of things he doesn't want to do."

"Now don't be that way, little sister." Amalie admonished, taking the pearl necklace their grandmother had given to Saoirse on her eighteenth birthday. "Who said anything about you warming his bed? That's what mistresses are for."

The comment was supposed to be in jest, yet it stirred doubt in the youngest daughter's heart. What if her husband would take another to bed? She despised the fact that she'd have to marry Mister Shelby, but she'd hate it even more would he take a mistress. Nothing was a worse fate in her mind than to shrivel away in a loveless marriage where both partners would do no more than sit across from each other and never utter a word.

"I do hope you were only joking, my dear." their mother's voice sounded sternly from the door to Saoirse's room. Her blonde tresses were swept back into soft finger waves framing her face and the small tiara their father gifted her, pinned to the top of her head. "The guests are waiting and you still aren't dressed for the ball."

Sighing, Helene motioned for Doris to fetch Saoirse's dress, while the lady of the house finished her hair and laid the pearl necklace around her neck. "Everything will be going smoothly and you'll see, you'll have something in common by the end of the night."

"What? That we both are forced to marry each other?" The youngest daughter turned to face her mother, feeling the anger rise again underneath her skin.

"You know your father and I are only looking out for you." Helene tried to reason with her daughter, her delicate hands tightly holding onto her shoulders. "I want you to be safe and if I have to marry you off to a man who can ensure that, then I will."

Clasping her own hand around her mother's, Saoirse let out a soft sigh. "I know, I'm sorry. The thought of having to live with a man I don't know and who doesn't know me made me anxious, I didn't want to upset you, mother."

Their eyes met in the mirror and even Amalie smiled at her mother and sister. Helene leaned down and laid a soft kiss on Saoirse's rose colored cheek. "You'll always have a home here, you know that. If Mister Shelby dares to only once lay a hand on you, I will have Johnny bring you back here and he will wish to have never been born."

"Thank you, mother." the youngest of three squeezed the hand on her shoulder, giving it a light kiss on the slightly wrinkled yet still soft skin.

"You're welcome, luv, but now get dressed before the guests think you ran away." Winking at her two daughters, the lady of the house left the room.

Amalie grinned at her sister, leaning back on her seat next to the vanity. "Well, I do hope that Mister Shelby will behave, it would be a shame to see his handsome face get scarred."

"I wouldn't know." Saoirse shrugged with a smile playing on her lips as she changed into her dress, the red silk and taffeta fabrics only slightly framing her body, keeping most of her curves hidden but giving the eye enough to be interested. "I haven't looked at the picture mother gave me. I didn't want to know the man that might ruin my life and freedom."

With a shake of her head, the oldest of three stood from her seat and helped her sister with the buttons on the back of her dress while Doris busied herself with taking the shift from the chair and cleaning up the slight mess around the room. “Well, little sister, you’re definitely missing out.”

"Miss, may I present the Shelby family from Birmingham." the butler told Saoirse, giving her a little bow as she saw the two men staring at her, no smile on their lips. Just their hard, cold eyes, as blue as the stormy Atlantic sea.

Snorting, Saoirse sent her a grin and they left her room with their arms linked, their heels clicking on the marble floor as they made their way to the ballroom of the estate.

Swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat, she moved forward with her hand held out in greeting, all the while feeling the scrutinizing gaze of the older woman behind them on herself. "Mister Shelby, it is a pleasure to meet you. I do hope that I will fit your expectations, considering we are to be we'd in a few weeks from now."

Snorting sounded from beside her and Saoirse wasn't sure if she had said something false. The Shelby brother in front of her gaped at her, mouth opening and closing, like a fish out of water and his eyes wide eyed and filled with uncertainty. "I do not believe this is a laughing matter, Mister Shelby, so please enlighten me."

"Forgive me, but it seems you 'aven't been informed well enough." he stated, a smirk playing along his lips, yet his eyes held no warmth, even with the mirth coloring his words. "It’s my brother Arthur you've been greetin' not me, Thomas, that you're supposed to marry."

She blushed the darkest shade of crimson as she remembered the conversation she had with her mother. It was the same day her parents had agreed to marry her off to Thomas Shelby and they had told her about the man, but stubborn as she was, Saoirse had run away, not wanting to see or hear anymore of the business man and gang leader from Birmingham. And now looking back at the smirking man, Saoirse felt the anger boil in the pit of her stomach. How dare he mock her for that honest mistake? If this was the way her married life with him was going to be, she'd stop it right there. If only she could slap that smirk from his face, granting her satisfaction for being the prick of a businessman that he was.

"Well, if you'll excuse me, Mister Thomas Shelby, there are other guests I have to greet." she ground out between clenched teeth and left the three Shelbys in the ballroom, Polly glaring daggers at her nephew. On the way out she ran into Niamh, one of their maids, hurrying out of sight with a haunted look. "Are you alright?"

"I'm so sorry, Miss," she mumbled hastily looking over Saoirse's left shoulder to where the Shelbys were still rooted to the spot but Arthur was watching the redhead closely, his eyes furrowed in confusion. "I-I forgot something, yes, something in the kitchen."

Taking a hold of her arm, the younger woman led the maid away from the party, the eldest Shelby brother hot on their heels while Saoirse asked herself why she was afraid of the man. "Has he hurt you, Niamh? Taken you against your will?"

"Nothing of the sort, Miss." She shook her head, her red waves bouncing with the motion. "I was stupid and in love."

Furrowing her brows, the youngest daughter of the Duke stopped them both behind a corner. "Then why wouldn't you want to talk to him? It could be your chance."

Niamh's eyes glazed over with unshed tears, thinking back to the day he said his vows and sealed it with a kiss. "It's too late for that. I wanted so badly to tell him that" but she broke off, shaking her head.

"What? That you love him?" Saoirse inquired, putting her hand on the maids arm, hoping to get a real answer out of her.

"No, at least not just that." she started, brushing away a stray tear that had escaped. "I wanted to tell him that I was with child, but he married another. Arthur is Jack's father." The little boy had been coming to the stables often enough, trailing after Owen who took care of the horses.

"What?!" the deep timbre of a voice pulled them out of their conversation and both women turned to look at the man that had caught up to them, blue eyes blazing like the stormy sea as he strode towards Niamh.

Arthur Shelby had been a father long before Linda told him about the child growing in her belly.

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[killianglyndon]

Someone You Care ch2

A/N: This one explains their first meet from Rafael’s point of view. And I forgot to say this last chapter, this series’ timeline began from late S16. This chapter is somewhat based on 16x23 “Surrendering Noah.” But Nick didn’t get shot in this. ( I'm sorry i just don’t want to send him away.) And if the link isn’t working, or you want to be on the taglist, please let me know.

Warnings: rape mentioned, some gunshots mentioned, blood (nothing too graphic)

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(A few months ago)

When you and Intelligence walked into the squad room, you caught Rafael’s eye. From your navy blazer, to your black footwear. He could tell you more value the practicality than fancy, and of course, the badge hanged on your neck.

He watched you as you pointed the pictures on the whiteboard, explaining your findings on the case. The moment his emerald green eyes caught yours, he couldn’t help but feel a wave of heat creeping into his cheeks. His heartbeat definitely sped up. Thankfully, no one had any attention on Rafael, he could save himself from the embarrassment of being caught staring at you.

After Yates’ trial, SVU and Intelligence went out for drinks. To celebrate that the serial rapist, Yates, had been put behind the bars, and mourned for your friend, Nadia. Everyone had grabbed their drinks and toasted to their dear friend, Nadia.

About an hour or two later, almost everyone had gone home or hotel to rest, except you. Rafael saw you drinking your beer alone at the corner table, so he walked toward you. “Detective?” He said, and you turned your gaze from your drinks to him. “You okay?” He asked. “Maybe...” “Mind if I sit?” He asked carefully, and you shook your head. He sat down beside you and put his scotch on the table. “You know...? Nadia had taken the police exam, she was finally getting back on the track...” you murmured sadly, tears around your eyes. “She been through this much, and...and...Why is everyone leaving me?” You finally broken down, you had kept your emotions deep inside you for all this time, and Rafael pulled you into his arms to let you cry into his chest. “I’m here...you’re not alone...shh..” He traced small patterns with his hands on your back, holding you in his arms. Until you finally got yourself together, you slowly pulled away from his embrace. “I...uh...sorry.” You whispered, “ Don’t be, I know it’s hard when cases like this happened...” He averted his gaze to meet yours. “Thank you, but I...I should probably get going. Good night, counselor.” You hastily grabbed your things and walked out of the bar.

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(Now)

It was been weeks since you joined SVU, you were surely got more acquainted with everyone, and more specifically, Rafael Barba. You two had been texting from time to time, talking about work, life, or even telling some jokes. He even brought you coffee sometimes when he came to the precinct. Every time he did that, certainly made the Staten Island detective ask you questions or give weird facial expressions. Sure, you and Rafael flirted a lot, and you definitely not the only one enjoyed it.

While you mindlessly recalling some encounters with Rafael, he walked into the squad room with two drinks in his hands. You haven’t realized that he walked in until he put a cup of coffee on your desk, and gave you a squeeze on your shoulder before walking into Liv’s office. Your cheeks heated and redden up a little, he did this gesture so many times, but your heart rates undoubtedly sped up every time. “I really can’t figure out how Barba can be like that.” Carisi commented, his face turned into confusion. “Like what?” You asked. “This all-loving-and-caring thing.” “He just being nice, that’s all.” “Nah, he definitely has feelings for you.” You felt your cheeks reddened up more, “I uh...” “You should ask him out, ya know?” That was when Rafael standing behind your seat. “Who?” Rafael asked. “What? uh...no one!” You said as calmly as you could. Rafael shot Carisi a confused glare, and Carisi just shrugged. “See you soon, detectives.” Rafael said and looked at two of you before leaving.

Rafael thought you had good times with him, but maybe you didn’t? Sure, two of you hadn’t labeled anything yet. But maybe all this time, you just being polite? Or there was someone else for you? Rafael just questioned himself more. His past relationships certainly made him a little insecure. Rafael didn’t have any sleep that night, just tossing and turning in his bed wondering if you liked him back or not.

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Another case came in, a sex-trafficking group was busted. SVU had successfully found the missing girl, Ariel. She was held hostage when the police trying to take out Johnny D. Luckily, Liv was successfully convinced him to let Ariel go, but that son of bitch asked for a lawyer immediately.

During the process, it turned out that Noah’s father was Johnny D. Rafael had been telling Liv that she didn’t have to put his name on Noah’s adoption information, but Liv didn’t want her life with Noah built on the lies.

Rafael had asked SVU’s detectives to make sure every girl feel safe so that they wouldn’t back out in the last minute. But when the first witness, Pilar, testified, she said all she did was cleaning Johnny D’s apartment, and he didn’t rape her. This surely gave a blow to this case.

This angered Ariel and other witnesses, who later testified that Johnny D brutally beaten them up, drugged them, and raped them repeatedly. But when Ariel testifying, some women, including Pilar jumped out and saying she was a liar. This went down quickly, as you and Nick trying to make them sit down. Johnny D took advantage of this situation. He flipped the table, and grabbed one of the court officers’ guns, and held one as a hostage. You and Nick saw this, so both of you drew out your guns and pointed at Johnny D. “Drop the gun!” Nick shouted. “Drop it now!” You added and slowly approaching him. Before you could respond, he shot you in the shoulder and took the hostage rushing out the door. “You okay?” Nick asked, “I fine. Go!” You said weakly.After hearing you Nick chased after him, Your shoulder aches so much, and the blood kept coming out, then you fell to the ground. Rafael rushed over to you, and shrugged off his jacket adding pressure on your wound. “(y/n), hey, stay with me!” He shouted. You could feel your consciousness was drifting away, you tried to use your other hand to grasp his forearm. “I...I like you a lot, Rafael...” You said weakly. Rafael felt his tears trying to roll down, “ I like you too, (y/n). Don’t you dare die on me! Help is on the way.” Your visions started getting blurry. Before you could answer, everything went black.

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You were rushed into surgery as soon as you were sent to the hospital, Rafael rode in the ambulance with you. Rafael was worried sick, he was just wondering if you had feelings for him or not. It turned out you did, but right now he was regretting that he didn’t tell you earlier. All he could do now is pray for you, hoping you would be alright.

Liv saw Rafael sitting in the chair with some blood on his shirt. Rafael was miserable. Liv walked over to him, “How long have you two been dating?” Liv asked. “We not dating... she just told me that she likes me a lot be..before she passed out...” Rafael murmured, his hand rubbing his face. “Oh...that’s...she will be alright, Rafael.” Liv put her hand on Rafael’s shoulder, giving his a squeeze. Rafael just nodded but didn’t say anything. “When she wakes up, ask her out.” Liv giving Rafael a knowing look. “I will...definitely.”

After a few hours, the doctor went out of the O.R, Rafael and the squad immediately rushed to him. “How is she?” Rafael asked. “She’s stable for now, we managed to remove the bullet, she should make a full recovery. But we still need to keep her for observation for 48 hours to make sure the wound won’t get any infection. You may go see her if you want, she should be awake at any minute.” The doctor replied. “Go, she must want to see you first.” Liv encouraged. Rafael nodded and slowly walked into your room.

You were lying there, looking pale, it was like the blood drained out of your face. Rafael couldn’t be more heartbroken than this, seeing you lying there, with some IV stuck in your forearm. Rafael walked to your bed, and sit in the chair beside you. Your eyes slowly opened, you spotted Rafael sitting next to you. “Hey...” You murmured. “Hey” Rafael put his hands on your left hand, tracing small patterns on it. “How’s everyone?” You asked weakly, your voice sounded hoarse. “A court officer got shot in the head...and Amaro shot Johnny D, he died on the scene.” You nodded. “You feeling okay?” Rafael asked worriedly. “ I’m okay, really...” You gave him a small smile. “God, I was so scared...I should have told you sooner...” He sniffed. “Hey, you’re not getting away from me that easily.” You joked and intertwined his fingers with yours. “Would you like to go on a date with me? I mean after you recover, obviously.” He smiled. “I would love to.” You grinned.

Liv, Carisi, and other people in the squad came into the room, “How are you feeling, (y/n)?” Liv asked first. “I’m fine, Sarge. Really.” You replied. “I called Voight... I figure he might want to know.” Liv said. “Thank you.” You replied. “By the way, you’re having desk duty until you fully recover. And please, take a few weeks off before getting back to work, okay?” Liv said. “Okay.” Liv specifically told you to rest up before leaving. And Carisi was blabbering that he would make you some Italian dishes from his mother’s recipe.

You were appreciated that there were so many people who cared about you. Guess you did found another family.

After a while, most people went home, except Rafael, of course. “You know you don’t have to stay here with me, right?” You said. “I know, but I want to.” He smiled. “What about work?” You asked. “It’s taken care of, I gave some to other A.D.A. I also take tomorrow off...” “I...Thank you...for being here.” You looked into his bright green eyes, and your gaze turned to his lips for a second. Rafael must felt the tension between you two, he leaned in and kiss on your lips. One of his hands traveled to your face and caressed it. Your left hand sneaked to his back of the neck, pulling his hair a little. Your lips melted into each other’s, it was even better than you had imagined. You pulled back until you two were breathless. “Wow...” You gasped, “Yeah...” He chuckled a little. “It was amazing.” You blushed. Rafael now sat back down in the chair. “After you recover, I’ll take you out on so many dates that we can’t even count.” He smirked. “Can’t wait.” You smiled.

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Seriously, what does this bitch have to do before people Stop defending her.

Amber Heard ridicules Johnny Depp for claiming he is a victim of domestic violence in an explosive tape recording, exclusively obtained by DailyMail.com

She says: 'Tell the world Johnny, tell them... I Johnny Depp, a man, I'm a victim too of domestic violence... and see how many people believe or side with you'

Heard adds: 'You're bigger and you're stronger... I was a 115lb woman... You're going to get up on the stand, Johnny, and say, ''she started it''? Really?' 

'I have never been able to overpower you... there's a jury and there's a judge will see that there's a very big difference between me and you' 

The divorcing couple spoke over the phone in June and July of 2016, with Heard ultimately yielding to Depp's plea to settle out of court for $7m 

Their truce crumbled in December 2018 when Heard wrote an op-ed saying she was a domestic violence victim, although not naming anyone 

Depp hit her with a $50m defamation suit, saying she implied he was the abuser, which caused him to lose his prized role of Captain Jack Sparrow

In their legal battle, both accused the other of domestic violence and  DailyMail.com published a recording in which Heard confessed to 'hitting' Depp

Amber Heard ridicules Johnny Depp for claiming he is a victim of domestic violence in an explosive tape recording obtained by DailyMail.com - telling the Pirates of the Caribbean actor: 'See how many people believe you.'

The estranged couple were barred from talking to one another in May 2016 when Heard filed for divorce and sought a restraining order to escape her 'abusive' A-lister husband.

But the pair continued to clash over the phone, arguing bitterly about who was responsible for the blood-curdling violence that marred their toxic 15-month marriage and accusing one another of leaking to the press, DailyMail.com can reveal.

It's unclear if Heard realizes she is being taped during the expletive-flecked, 30-minute recording, the second bombshell audio released exclusively by DailyMail.com in the space of a week.

You are f**king killing me. Your f**king people are trying to kill me,' complains father-of-two Depp, as he begs Heard to go through private mediation rather than thrashing things out in open court.

'You've turned me into a... my boy goes to school and has kids go, so your f**king dad's a wife beater?'

Tearful Heard denies pushing Depp, 56, 'under a bus' and accuses the actor's associates of circulating details to the press of her arrest record and lurid rumors she was a stripper.

The 33-year-old actress also rejects accusations that she instigated the wild, physical violence that she pinned on Depp in divorce papers,

suggesting a court would be unlikely to take the side of a man over a slender female.

The full list of audio clips can be found in the Daily Mail article.....

Part 2

Do you know I'm a 115, well not anymore, but I was a 115lb, almost 115lb woman,' Heard protests. Adopting a jeering tone, she says: 'You're going to get up on the stand, Johnny, and say, she started it? Really?'

The former lovebirds spoke several times on the phone throughout June and July of 2016, skirting the restraining order by having a family member initiate the calls, according to a well-placed source. 

Heard would ultimately yield to Depp's plea to settle out of court, retracting her allegations the following month as the pair announced a $7 million divorce settlement. 

Their marriage was 'intensely passionate and at times volatile, but always bound by love,' according to a joint statement issued on August 16, 2016. 

'There was never any intent of physical or emotional harm.' 

The truce crumbled in December 2018, however, when Heard penned an op-ed for the Washington Post lamenting her experiences as an alleged domestic violence victim, though never naming anyone. 

Heard is currently dating her new girlfriend Bianca Butti and was seen arriving at the 4th Annual Women's March in Downtown Los Angeles last month.

The actress has said she is bisexual and previously dated women, including photographer Tasya van Ree from 2008 to 2011.

Depp responded to Heard's op-ed last year with a $50 million defamation suit, saying the 'hoax' account implied he was the unnamed abuser and caused him to lose his prized role of Captain Jack Sparrow. 

'Ms. Heard is not a victim of domestic abuse; she is a perpetrator,' his suit alleges, accusing his ex-wife of manufacturing evidence and faking injury photos. 

Heard doubled down with a 300-page filing of her own, cataloging the years of abuse she suffered at the hands of 'the monster', whom she met on the set of The Rum Diary in 2011 and married in February 2015. 

The actress stood by those claims last week when DailyMail.com published a separate recording from October 2015 in which she confessed to 'hitting' Depp as well as throwing pots, pans and vases at him.

"I'm sorry that I didn't, uh, uh, hit you across the face in a proper slap, but I was hitting you, it was not punching you. Babe, you're not punched,' Heard says on the tape, recalling an incident the previous night.

It's understood that she and Depp routinely recorded conversations consensually during the breakdown of their marriage, paving the way for yet more bombshell recordings to emerge. 

The latest audio clip published by DailyMail.com begins with Depp imploring Heard to reach an out of court settlement rather than waging war in public.

It appears to have been taped at Depp's end of things and the conversation has already begun when the audio supplied to DailyMail.com begins.

'I've been through the f**king hurt. You've been through the f**king hurt. I love you more than anything in life,' he tells his soon-to-be ex-wife.

'I do not want to go into a f**king court with you. I do not want to f**king tarnish your name... I want this to be done peacefully, between us. 

'And if you don't like the way that mediation is going, take me back to court kid. Cause I can't. 'This is the last f**king chance Amber. This is it. Once I file those papers we don't turn around man.' 

Heard insists, however, that it's Depp's team who are refusing to mediate, refusing to sign a gag order and leaking damaging stories about her to the gossip site TMZ. 

'Everything has been a defensive move because I'm being called a liar and a gold-digger,' she says.

'And I am not lying about any of this s**t, and I am not after a dime of your money.'

Depp suggests the pair should write a 'mutual letter' declaring that the divorce will be settled privately.

'Listen to me,' he warns the Hollywood beauty. 'Defending yourself by throwing someone under the bus is not going to look good.'

Heard fires back: 'It's not about that. It would not be about me throwing you under the bus. 

'You know what it would be? It would be released through documented people, coming on the record, and, having the protection to do so, that haven't had yet. 

'It would be eyewitness statements. It would be evidence. Tons of it. And it would be through years.' 

Heard goes on to ridicule Depp's doubts over the facial injuries she turned up with at court when she applied for the restraining order on May 27, 2016.

She also claims to have a trove of incriminating texts, paraphrasing a message to her publicist Jodi Gottlieb ahead of an appearance on The Late Late Show with James Cordon: 'I think, I've had accident, um, I think I may have, I busted my nose and two black eyes tomorrow'.

She tells Depp: 'No one is going to believe that one of the two alternatives, that I'm in a fight club or I've been getting, going through hair and makeup. . .through all these years where I have corroborating text messages between people that match those dates of those time stamped validated photos.' 

Heard warns Depp that her lawyers are urging her to make a formal police statement, saying that a criminal prosecutor told her it was 'most solid evidence, case of domestic violence case we've ever seen'.

She declined to do so, however, because she did not want to hurt Depp further, 

Heard says, complaining that their public spat has already led to her receiving death threats. 

The blonde actress also denies that it was her who rang the cops during the May 21, 2016 dust-up that took place the day before she filed for divorce. 

Depp was accused of hurling a cellphone in Heard's face at their downtown Los Angeles loft but two LAPD officers later said in a deposition that they found nothing to suggest a crime took place.

The  actor-musician reminds Heard about an incident in which his building manager, Travis, had 'to come up and f**king pull me away from you' though it's not clear which incident Depp is referring to.

Heard also refers to Depp's security guards, 'who by the way,' she says 'have said to me multiple times that I am going to get killed.'

She adds: 'I'm sorry because the last time it got crazy between us I really did think I was gonna lose my life. And I thought you would do it on accident.

'And I told you that. I said oh my god, I thought the first time.' 

Depp replies: 'Amber, I lost a f**king finger man, c'mon. I had a f**king, I had a f**king mineral can, a jar, a can of mineral spirits thrown at my nose. ' 

Their exchange seems to refer to a violent incident that took place in Australia one month into their marriage in which Depp suffered a severed finger. 

He claimed his then-wife 'went berserk' when he asked her to sign a 'postnup' agreement, hurling a Vodka bottle at him which shattered on a marble counter-top and ripped off the tip of his finger. 

Heard maintains in court filings, however, that Depp cut the digit off himself during an argument while he was 'drunk and high on ecstasy.' 

'You can please tell people that it was a fair fight, and see what the jury and judge thinks. Tell the world Johnny, tell them Johnny Depp, I Johnny Depp, a man, I'm a victim too of domestic violence,' she says on the tape. 

'And I, you know, it's a fair fight. And see how many people believe or side with you.' Depp cuts in: 'It doesn't matter; fair fight my a**.' 

Heard replies: 'Because you're big, you're bigger and you're stronger. And so when I say that I thought that you could kill me, that doesn't mean you counter with you also lost your own finger. 

'I, I'm not trying to attack you here, I'm just trying to point out the fact of why I said call 911. Because I was, you had your hands on me after you threw a phone at my face. 

'And it's got crazy in the past, and I truly thought I need to stop this madness before I get hurt.' 

Seemingly stunned by his former flame's version of events, Depp can simply reply: 'Oh my god.'

He reminds his ex-wife that she will have to repeat her allegations under oath in court.

'Do you believe all this Amber? Do you believe all this,' Depp asks. 

'Yes, the f**k, yes, yes,' Heard replies.

'Do you believe you're an abuser? he asks. 'Do you believe you abused me physically?' 

Heard replies: 'Do you know I'm a 115, well not anymore, but I was a 115lb almost 115lb woman. . .have I ever been able to knock you off of your feet? Or knock you off balance?

'You're going to get up on the stand, Johnny, and say, ''she started it''? Really? I have never been able to overpower you that's the difference between me and you. . .and that's a difference, that's a whole world, and there's a jury and there's a judge will see that there's a very big difference between me and you.' 

Depp finally seems to lose his cool when his ex-wife accuses him of spreading rumors she was a stripper, snapping: 'I will f**king see you in court.' 

He adds: 'You don't want to make f**king nice nice? I'm trying. I'm trying. 

'But you know what? I loved you for so many f**king years but you know what? You didn't exist. You don't exist. You're not there. You're not there. 

'You are a f**king made up thing in my head. And I can't believe you are doing this to me.' 

The 31-minute recording ends with Depp saying he needs a moment to himself before a door can be heard slamming in the background. 

Heard has thus far failed to have her ex-husband's defamation case thrown out or moved from Virginia, where the Washington Post is based, to California. However she did succeed in having it pushed back from last December to August of this year.

Depp's attorney Adam Waldman confirmed the recorded conversation took place while Depp was subject to a restraining order but said Heard initiated the call.

'Ms Heard delivers a chilling message to Johnny Depp any real abuse survivor will instantly recognize: Nobody will believe you. So you better do what I want,' Waldman told DailyMail.com.

'Ms Heard may continue to masquerade as a 'survivor' but the audio tape speaks for itself.'

Heard legal team offered a radically different perspective when provided with a transcript of the tape recording by DailyMail.com, complaining the recording was taken without Heard's consent and was also 'doctored'.

DailyMail.com has decided to publish the audio in its entirety so readers can form their own opinions.

'The latest recording provided to the Daily Mail continues Mr. Depp's ongoing efforts to abuse Ms. Heard,' her spokeswoman said.

'On the transcript of this recording (which notes that it is only a portion of a longer conversation), Ms. Heard repeatedly makes it clear to Mr. Depp that he was physically violent and abusive, that she feared for her life, and that even Mr. Depp's own security guards told her that if she stayed in the relationship, 'she was going to get killed'.

'What is most important on the tape, however, is not what Mr. Depp says, but what he does not say - not once on the tape does he deny Ms. Heard's statements about his violent attacks and the damage they caused, including her broken nose and black eyes.

'In fact, Ms. Heard specifically recalls that during a portion of the conversation not provided to the Daily Mail, Mr. Depp asked Ms. Heard whether she was recording the call and when she answered that she was not, admitted that she was not lying about the fact that he had abused her. As a result, Mr. Depp's use of this doctored recording at this time is not only a fraud and a crime, but an act of desperation.'

Amber Heard's spokeswoman provided the following statement from Dr. Laura Brown, a trauma expert and former president of Society for the Psychology of Women:

'Abuse is attempting to control a victim by any means necessary, including pushing this kind of news story. It is not unusual for victims of physical and emotional abuse to respond by acting to defend themselves. 

'But because intimate partner violence is about coercion and control every bit as much as it is about acts of violence, abusers often respond to these acts of self-defense with attempts to reassert control. 

'They do so through attempts at coercion, which often include projecting accusations of abuse at their victims for having had the audacity to attempt to defend themselves. 

'It is not unusual for the perpetrator of intimate partner violence to try to use the self-defense responses of their targets to claim the mantle of victimhood for themselves. 

'This is classic DARVO- Defend, Avoid, Reverse Victim and Offender – the construct developed by Dr. Jennifer Freyd. 

'When society and the media buy into these false abuser narratives, they are enabling the perpetrator to re-abuse the victim. We should not be fooled by a DARVO narrative.'

From the audio conversation..

'You're going to get up on the stand, Johnny, and say, ''she started it''?' Amber Heard and Johnny Depp clash over the phone during divorce

JOHNNY DEPP: But I'm telling you now, if I file, if they file the f**king papers tomorrow, which means the s**t I've got to file before we go to court on Friday, if they file those papers, first of all, it's very bad for both of us. 

AMBER HEARD: Well, your people are not going to file anything that's bad for you, trust me. 

JD: No, no what you're saying, you've got to do something to protect yourself which means throwing me under the bus for the, some video about me beating you? 

AH: Not me. I have to respond. I mean I'll have to go and pursue, no I'll pursue the whole course of action, because here's what you don't understand. If, if we do this, and basically will know. I called my lawyers and I said why aren't we negotiating now, what's going on, where are we, and they're like everything's under court. 

JD: No, they won't settle. Your agents won't settle. Your lawyers won't settle baby. I'm telling you. 

AH: We want to mediate. We even have a mediator, found a mediator and everything. But that was all worked out. But the thing that Laura [Wasser, Depp's attorney] wouldn't agree to, she did not want to agree to a mutual gag order. That's the problem, she doesn't want the gag order, why Johnny? Why? Why wouldn't she? Why wouldn't she want both parties not to talk about this in the press?

AH: I just want you to know. I'm not doing anything and have not been doing any move. Look it up, the timeline. Nothing was on the offense. Everything has been a defensive move because I'm being called a liar and a gold-digger. And I am not lying about any of this s**t, and I am not after a dime of your money.

JD: It's hurting You. It's hurting You. And it's hurting me. But the worst f**king thing is (unintelligible). Do you want to go to court Amber? Seriously? Do you want to go to court with this? I'm offering you an opportunity for us to make this finish in peace. Peaceful, man. We walk away. You go do what you gotta do, I go do what I gotta do. I, I, I've been through the f**ing hurt. You've been through the f**king hurt. I love you more than anything in life. I do not want to go into a f**king court with you. I do not want to f**king tarnish your name. I do not want to f**king tarnish. I don't want nothing. I want this to be done peacefully, between us. And if you don't like the way that mediation is going, take me back to court kid. Cause I can't. This is the last f**king chance Amber. This is it. Once I file those papers we don't turn around man. I know you hate me, and I know you whatever, I'm telling you now, there's no call, it doesn't need to happen like this. Please, for f**ks sake trust me man.

JD: Continuing through court is going to end up nothing but bad for you, and for me. It's just going to be bad. In any case, no matter whether we ruin each other or not, it's going to be f**king heartbreaking, it's terrible. Let's write a mutual letter that says look, in lieu of what's transpiring out there in the world with all this f**king crazy s**t, we have decided to take this private. We're not going to go to court, right now, over this. We are going to try to work something out, together. And then at least, at the very f**king least. I know you want to respond, and I know you want to defend yourself. Listen to me. Defending yourself by throwing someone under the bus is not going to look good. 

AH: I'm not. It's not about that. It would not be about me throwing you under the bus. You know what it would be? It would be released through documented people, coming on the record, and, having the protection to do so, that haven't had yet. It would be eyewitness statements. It would be evidence. Tons of it. And it would be through years. And it would be unbelievable. Unbelievable, um, to imagine that either I'm (a) in a secret fight club, or (b) I've had um...

JD: A secret what? 

AH: A secret fight club. Or that I have been plotting to do this for three years, and, while taking pictures of it, and documenting it, just saving it up for the right time when I'm not asking for any money and have nothing financial to gain from it. But no one is going to believe that. No one is going to believe that one of the two alternatives, that I'm in a fight club or I've been getting, going through hair and makeup or going through makeup through all these years where I have corroborating text messages between people that match those dates of those time stamped validated photos of either corroboration between people hearing us.

AH: All of that won't be me throwing you under the bus, that will be evidence, in the case. Which I will have to, it will be criminal as well, because I cannot go on Friday and file without filing a police statement first. And the only reason I haven't filed a police statement, which has been used against me by the way, every day, and the only reason I won't do it, haven't done it, is because I don't want to hurt you and that means it goes out of my hands and every, we had a third party guy, a third party prosecutor come and a criminal lawyer come, and they went, the problem is hearing from you like your biggest struggle, this is just, is that it is the most solid evidence, case of domestic violence case we've ever seen. And if you get this over to them or any part of it they will prosecute him. And I felt like, I would never want that. For you. Because I don't even, it's hard for me, I don't even call myself, like, in my head it's hard for me to even accept any sort of victimdom, ever. And I don't want to hurt you.

JD: I understand. I understand. And I don't want to hurt you either. I'm only going to say this. I love you. I love you. I've always loved you. And I know that, look, you do whatever you feel you have to do. I'm telling you now it's a mistake to go to court. If you want to go to court, we'll go to court. I would rather take care of it in a different way, I think it would be very good for you, and it would be very good for me. But you know what? 

AH: I've been called a liar. 

JD: Baby, you know what? 

AH: And I've been called a golddigger. 

JD: Baby. Baby. Amber, I didn't call you those things. I didn't call you those things.

JD: It's been going on too long Amber and we've got to stop this. It's got to stop it. 

AH: I don't know how to get my reputation back. 

JD: We write a letter together. Saying that we are going to take this out of the public eye. Saying that we are going to try and work this out on our own. Saying that the media has created such a f**king hateful storm that it's sickening. That we love each other. And that we want to make sure each other's OK. Have we had fights in the past, have we had this or whatever, f**k it, whatever, they already know all that s**t, it don't matter. Here's the deal. 

AH: Oh, it matters. I have been, I have been, you have no idea, every ounce of my credibility has been taken from. And done so in a dishonest way. You know.

JD: Amber, the abuse, the abuse thing is, is we've got to deal with that, yeah. We've got to deal with that Amber.

AH: We don't have any way of, my credit, It's my credibility. 

JD: Then why did you put that out there? 

AH: I did not. You forced me, your team, forced me to by going on the offense.

AH: Well I'm sorry. I'm sorry because the last time it got crazy between us I really did think I was gonna lose my life. And I thought you would do it on accident. And I told you that. I said oh my god, I thought the first time. 

JD: Amber, I lost a f**king finger man, c'mon. I had a f**king, I had a f**king mineral can, a jar, a can of mineral spirits thrown at my nose. 

AH: You can please tell people that it was a fair fight, and see what the jury and judge thinks.

Tell the world Johnny, tell them Johnny Depp, I JOHNNY DEPP, A MAN, I'M A VICTIM TOO OF DOMESTIC VIOLENCE. 

JD: Yes.

AH: And I, you know, it's a fair fight. And see how many people believe or side with you. 

JD: It doesn't matter, fair fight my a**. 

AH: That's exactly. Because your big, you're bigger and you're stronger. And so when I say that I thought that you could kill me, that doesn't mean you counter with you also lost your own finger. I, I'm not trying to attack you here, I'm just trying to point out the fact of why I said call 911. Because I was, you had your hands on me after you threw a phone at my face. And it's got crazy in the past, and I truly thought I need to stop this madness before I get hurt. 

JD: Oh my god. 

AH: And I never think about myself that way. I never defend myself that way. I never see myself as a victim.

JD: There's also Travis coming to get me, there's Travis having to come up and f**king pull me away from you.

JD: You're going to have to do this under oath too you know. 

AH: I will because the unfortunate part is I can talk about all of this. 

JD: Do you believe all this Amber? Do you believe all this? 

AH: Yes, the f**k, yes, yes. 

JD: You believe I'm an abuser? 

AH Yes. 

JD: You believe I'm an abuser? 

AH: In May, In December, in, in April 

JD: Do you believe you're an abuser? 

AH: No. 

JD: Do you believe you abused me physically? 

AH: Do I physically believe, I mean do I believe I physically abused you? 

JD: Yes? 

AH: Do you know I'm a 115, well not anymore, but I was a 115lb almost 115lb woman and you have the capacity...

JD: That's not the question. That's not the question.

AH: Have I ever been able to knock you off of your feet? Or knock you off balance? 

JD: You started. You started these things. 

AH: You're going to get up on the stand, Johnny, and say, 'she started it'? Really? I have never been able to overpower you that's the difference between me and you. 

JD: Why did you try? 

AH: And that's a difference, that's a whole world, and there's a jury and there's a judge will see that there's a very big difference between me and you.

JD: You cannot automatically, you cannot think that it's just my side. You are f**king killing me. Your f**king people are trying to kill me. You've turned me into a, my boy has to go to school, my boy goes to school and has kids go 'so your f**king dad's a wifebeater'? You don't think about that Amber. 

AH: You don't think also my family, and all the death threats? Me and every single person in my immediate circle of friends and family is getting also matters? And you don't think I, you don't think I? 

JD: Death threats?!! 

AH: Your people put this out. Why, why, why, why did your security go on the record and lie? Why, that's a proactive measure. Why did your divorce attorney get to file for divorce period? At all? Second, why did she have to go and leak to TMZ? Why if you wanted it private, is TMZ being fed information literally by Laura Wasser and Marty Singer every step of the way? My, my my my arrest records. Who put that in the media? The rumors that I was a stripper? Or, of course I can expect that. I've known every step of the way, every single step of the way everything you give 'em. 

JD: I give 'em? I give 'em? That's it. I give 'em? I'll see you in court. No. I'll f**king see you in court. I will f**king see you in court. I never f**king said that. I never told anyone that. You f**king trusted me with that and I never f**king told anyone that. And you know what, Amber? 

AH: Thank you. 

JD: This is not, no, this is me. This is me saying I tried. And thank you. And I will see you in f**king court. You don't want to make f**king nice nice? I'm trying. I'm trying. But you know what? You, I loved you for so many f**king years but you know what? You didn't exist. You don't exist. You're not there. You're not there. You are a f**king  made up thing in my head. And I can't believe you are doing this to me. 

[biffhofosho]

I think I'll comment as I read, since this is my man we're talking about and I love screaming incoherently abut your story into your ask box.

Real question. I know you have everything planned, but are you writing as you publish or you have an outline or is it mostly written and you edit before publishing? Just curious on your process. We do have a few things in common, but more on that on a separate ask..now it's thirst time.

Chapter 14

Of course Shownu had a perfect excuse for ignoring his buddy Wonho was Hoseok

Wonho a stripper? Please, sign me in

Are you one of them???? GURL!!!!! GURL!!!!

Now he's Serving some harsh truths, she's clearly obsessed and it's like she wants him to be the perpetrator.

But are the murder of her sister and the missing women even related? I mean the waitress was clearly a message for her, but all the other just disappeared with no trace? No public messages...

Oh, blood. He looks affected!

Ah, my dear Johnny. .sorry that those pesky vampires are making sure she won't be satisfied with anyone else...

Oh gosh here we go.. and of course he was expecting her. Lord, this man....

Gosh that duality "On the surface Wonho was all sex and sin, and yet, despite the insane physique, he had a gentleness and depth to him" your muse was on fire in this chapter!!!!

And now the song. I'm not gonna survive this chapter, I feel it in my water.

And the things he says to her have me weeping in my hands

"because then you'll leave and I'm not ready for that" wow, I went form horny to sad in seconds...

Wow

"you're gonna make me feel good, then right?"

"So good you'll never want to leave me" the feeeeeels just like when honey asked her to stay and she refused and he looked hurt.

There is no mention of her scent? Honey, kyun and Min were visibly affected by it...

Ok there was a mention of the heat.

The way I had to take a break from the story... It was so intense (in the best way) so perfect, so deliciously and elegantly explicit, like all my fantasies on 12k words. I am in awe.

I loved the ending? They just can't escape form eachother and how she makes them feel everything.

Really, don't know what I'm gonna do when this story is over..I dread the moment it's status becomes 100%... I mean for sure I'm gonna read everything else you have, but this story will forever have a special place in my heart.

Were you satisfied then with his chapter, milady? I hope so! Didn't want to disappoint since I knew your feelings for Wonho. ;)

Okay, so to answer your question: Everything is nearly finished. I do not publish anymore as an author unless a multichap is nearly completed for MANY reasons, the first of which is simply because I learned the hard way growing up writing fanfic that nothing's a bigger bummer than disappointing readers who've enjoyed the story you never finish. So no worries! This will be done on the regular schedule I've been working. I can touch on my process more on the follow-up behind-the-scenes you asked about once the final chapter is posted, but basically, about 90% is written with the final 10% fully outlined--I just need to connect the plot points and dialogue with the art and scenery. I edit as I go and then do a final hack-and-slash and proofread of the latest chapter one-to-two days before I post.

Dude, stripper Wonho became SUCH a thing for me this chap, and, in fact, this entire chapter was designed around his striptease. I mean, he would be SOOOOO good at it.

Without revealing too much of my fun, let's just say I generally don't put anyone or anything in a story without a very good reason for doing so... There may be many more threads to weave together in the very near future.

I did my poor Johnny a little dirty. It's not your fault, Johnny! I'm sure you're a rocking lover; you're just up against it this fic! :(

Oh, girl, the muse went OFF this chapter, but who could blame her? And, real talk, I ain't complaining. She gets vivid when she's on a roll, and sometimes it actually feels like I'm in the moment, so win-win.

Wonho is the perfect balance of sweet, sexy, and needy. Ugh, he just does it for me on every level, so I really wanted that to translate. It's such a breath of fresh air to have such a masculine man be so soft and accessible. *sobs*

Aww!!! Wow, thank you! All of my completed multichaps have claimed a corner of my heart, mostly because of the way my muse essentially requires me to live in the universe for months or years at a time, but STS is special to me, too. Amber isn't like me in so many ways, but I have such a fondness for her. I just wanna take care of my baby girl.

Mostly, I'll just miss your wonderful asks. They always buoy my heart.

[trillhouse-lh]

Mask

The Avenue. One of the most prestigious clubs in Great Lake City, a local legend in the nightlife scene. Those who weren't living it up on the dance floor mingled near the bars, combatting the pulsing music with casual conversation and laughter. The atmosphere, as always, was electric; to one man however, it was little more than an annoyance. Just endless, meaningless noise.

He kept his distance from the throngs of partiers, seated at a booth with a glass of scotch-Johnnie Walker Blue Label, at $65 a shot-which he sipped at slowly, looking out upon the herd with disinterest. Practically attached to his side was a younger woman, a blonde bombshell of the caliber that most men would kill for. Young, shapely body, luscious lips, tight sequined dress that left little to the imagination… and of course, a head full of air. She leaned into the man's side, checking herself in a pocket mirror and freshening up her cherry-red lipstick. Once she was sure she looked perfect, she closed the mirror with a snap and placed it in her pocket book.

"I wanna dance," She said. Her boyfriend didn't respond, nor did he give any sort of indication that he'd heard her at all. The woman frowned and gave his arm a little tug. "Babe, I wanna dance."

"I heard you the first time," The man grunted. "I'm not in the mood." His companion gave an almost childish pout.

"But I am. You promised we could dance…"

"Later, then." He said cooly. The woman sighed and crossed her arms, giving the busy dance floor a longing gaze. The man didn't care. He simply sipped his drink, his attention focused nowhere in particular. Most would assume that his pensive stare was that of a man lost in thought, but that was far from the case… he was simply existing, present in body but not in mind, barely even cognizant of the beautiful woman latched to his side. She was meaningless to him, after all; just another idiotic young tart barely out of high school, all too happy to leech off an older, wealthier man rather than make something of herself. She was no different from those who had come before, nor those who would come after. Good for a bit of fun and nothing else… to be used and then discarded once he'd had his fill.

A toy. Nothing more than that.

"Babe, come on," She huffed, giving his arm another tug. "It's a nightclub! Are you really going to just sit here all night?"

"I said, no."

"But I'm bored!" The young woman whined; it was clear from her tone that she was starting to get frustrated with her boyfriend. "I want to dance now-"

"Go, then." He said plainly. "I'm not stopping you."

"Ugh!" She scoffed and turned away from the man. "You've been a real jerk lately, you know that?!" She waited for a response, but received little more than a vague grunt of irritation. "...Fine. Fine!" She snapped, pulling away and sliding out of the booth. "I'll go dance by myself, then. Come find me when you're ready to stop being-"

"Won't be necessary," The man cut in, leaving her words to die on her lips. "You go right ahead and enjoy yourself. I trust you'll be able to find someone looking for an easy fuck." She stared at her boyfriend in disbelief, as though she'd somehow misheard the man's words.

"E-excuse me…?!"

"Do I need to simplify it for you?" He muttered. "I'm tired of you. Fuck. Off." The woman glared at him in silence, her body quaking in indignant rage. Nobody had spoken to her like that before… what man in their right mind would reject her? She grit her teeth and reeled back, her palm open to deliver a forceful slap.

The man caught her by the wrist without even looking.

"Ow!" The woman hissed, trying to pull away from the man, but he didn't loosen his grip in the slightest. On the contrary, he only squeezed tighter, so tight that the woman swore she could feel her bones creaking. "Y-you're hurting me," She gasped. "L-let me-" Her protests faded to a faint croak as, for the first time since they'd arrived that night, the man looked her in the eye. His gaze was cold, empty, devoid of life… as though there were simply nothing behind those gray eyes. No compassion. No anger. Nothing. It felt like he was staring into her soul, daring her to make a scene. Finally he let go and the woman grasped her aching wrist, shrinking back under his icy gaze. She lingered only a moment before her lip started trembling and she turned, hurrying off to God knows where. Not that he cared; he simply scoffed as she ran away, and with that little annoyance dealt with he turned his focus back to the crowd. None seemed to have noticed what happened, or at the very least if they did they knew better than to do anything about it.

With that, the man simply continued sipping his drink as though nothing had happened at all. It was nothing new, after all… he'd kicked far, far better women than she to the curb before, and he had no doubt he'd do so again. It was all part of the game, and it was a game he knew how to play better than damn near anyone.

It was also a game that he'd grown tired of as of late.

He'd learned from a young age that the world's pleasures belonged to those willing to take them. It was something his father had quite literally hammered into his skull as a child… in truth the sole thing he was grateful to the piece of shit for. The strong came out on top, while the weak were rightfully trampled underfoot. So he became strong. He rose to the top while his father fell to the bottom… meeting his end at the bottom of a staircase, his neck broken after the drunk bastard took a tumble.

A tragic accident, of course.

Since then, he had come to live by those words. He rose to his station. Money, power, good looks, women, he had it all. That which wasn't given he was all too happy to take. Those who challenged him would soon come to regret it. And yet, through it all, he maintained his public image… that of a legitimate businessman, gentleman, and generous philanthropist. Because he knew how to play the game. He knew how to get what he wanted, and was willing to wear whatever mask he needed to do so. As such, winning over brain-dead bimbos like her was child's play. And much like a child's plaything, he was growing increasingly bored. Perhaps it was time to mix things up a bit.

The man scanned the crowd, his lifeless gray eyes flicking between the offerings with little apparent interest. The club attracted a fairly diverse crowd, from young to mature to everything in between. Some were there with friends, others to meet new people, and of course there were those just looking for some company for the night… hussies, as far as he was concerned. He had little time for them.

...Oh?

The man stopped, his gaze lingering on one figure in particular. He could see her through the crowd, standing at the bar in an attractive blue dress and a lovely pearl necklace. She seemed to be glancing around, as though looking for someone, and as she turned her head he took a moment to study her face. She was a beautiful woman, not too old nor too young; her makeup, while tastefully applied, was just excessive enough that it was clear she had something to hide. No doubt she was starting to show her age and feeling particularly self-conscious about it.

Next, her body language: she was shifting in place anxiously and looking around, chewing her lower lip with a forlorn expression. She was upset, clearly. Her hands? No ring. Unmarried and aging, how sad. Her drink? Cranberry juice, from the look of it… not a drinker. Recovering, perhaps. Still, very peculiar for a non-drinker to be standing around at a bar unaccompanied. Perhaps she was waiting for some friends to return? No… she looked too upset for that. Nearly heartbroken, in fact. As if to confirm his suspicions the woman took out her phone and checked the time, taking another futile look among the crowd before sadly putting it away. Though his expression remained impassive as ever, his mind got to work piecing together the puzzle. This woman intrigued him. He would have her. And in a matter of seconds, he'd worked out how. With that, he polished off his drink and slid out from the booth, flexing his neck before straightening out his posture. As he weaved his way through the crowd, politely apologizing to those around him, his lips curled back in a friendly smile and his glare softened into a gentle gaze that made his cold grey eyes almost seem like a sparkling blue under the lights.

He put on the mask.

The downtrodden woman stared idly into her glass, lightly swirling it and watching the cranberry juice ripple within. She should have known this would happen… he'd been so non-committal when they'd set things up, but she'd been foolish enough to convince herself things would be different this time. Well, no point in lingering here alone… she may as well pay for her drink and head home to drown her sorrows in a pint of ice cream. She tried getting the bartender's attention, only for some red-headed seductress to call him over for another round. The woman sighed again and took a sip of her cranberry juice. Typical.

"Guy stood you up, huh?" The woman was snapped from her self-pity by a low voice beside her. She glanced over, finding a stunningly handsome man leaning on the bar. He was tall and barrel-chested, with perfectly-styled blonde hair and a strong jawline. Clean-shaven. Well-dressed. Million-dollar smile. For a moment, she was simply taken aback by his sudden appearance,

"I… excuse me…?" The man raised his palm and let out a chuckle.

"Sorry if I'm being presumptuous. You just looked like you could use some company, that's all," He said. "I'd offer to buy you a drink, but…" He flicked his eyes towards the cranberry juice, and the woman seemed to snap out of her stupor.

"Oh, um… n-no, it's quite alright," She said with a small smile. "You're not wrong. On either front, sadly." The man frowned and shook his head in empathy.

"I'm sorry to hear that. Can't say I haven't been there myself…" He muttered before that charming smile appeared once more. "Well, if it's not too bold of me to say, anyone who would leave a woman like you hanging must be out of their damn mind." The man shot her a wink and her cheeks flushed a light pink.

"Oh, stop…" The woman said, giggling into her palm. The man chuckled again. She took a moment to study him, taking in his chiseled features and masculine physique. He almost felt like a model straight out of GQ, the epitome of class in addition to his naturally good looks. Not to mention that he seemed to be an absolute gentleman to boot… and, perhaps most importantly, he seemed interested. She averted her eyes and took another sip of her drink, her cheeks reddening by the second.

"You know…" The man said as he pushed away from the bar and glanced over towards the dance floor. "I may not be the guy you're here to meet, but-"

"Yes," The woman blurted out, to her chagrin; she clammed up as the man looked back at her with a cocked eyebrow and a smirk, and cleared her throat before continuing. "I-I mean… I'd love to dance, if you're offering." The gentleman smiled and gave a small nod.

"It would be my privilege. Shall we, miss…?"

"Lori. Lori Loud." She said with a bashful smile, extending her hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you…"

"Chester Richards." The man said with a broad, gleaming smile. He took her hand gingerly and gave it a gentle shake. "The pleasure's all mine."

[bangtancentricsblog]

Eccentric Halloween Special

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listen up, so this is first and foremost for my amazing friend and bestest hype woman @boymeetsweevil but imma call her my wife from now on because she is my biggest supporter and i love and appreaciate her wholeheartedly! thank you for always being there for me and keeping me motivated to write even when i think my ideas are dumpster fires and not worth finishing.

Warnings: mentions of past emotional and verbal abuse, there is smut (but like ion if everyone will like it lol) sexual jokes in reference to halloween songs, alcohol consumption, mentions of drug use (its just weed nothing big) let me know if i missed anything!

there are easter eggs so if you find them/think you found one feel free to come chat my ask box is always open!

The music is loud, bass thumping through the floor and in your ears with what you know to be a kpop song by a boy group that’s pretty catchy and says something about being an underdog. This reminds you of college and even if that shit was terrible and you never finished this atmosphere was very college like. Taehyung had left you alone some time ago whispering a soft ‘make some friends’ into your temple with a kiss, you’d gawked at his back because who did he think you were? Last you checked you weren’t rainbow fucking bright and you’d been dragged to this party for a, as he called it a ‘surprise’. The living room floor was overflowing with girls all dressed as slutty bees and butterflies, slutty anything really and you rolled your eyes because yeah this was exactly like a college party. The jungle juice didn't help, it tasted like ass but it did the trick you guess. You’d caught a glimpse of Jungkook not too long ago his hair had grown out, now long enough that he’d tied it up into a messy bun. He’d been dragging a girl behind him, one you’d seen once or twice wrapped around his form on your late night munchies run to the convenience store. 

He’s a great guy so you’re happy for him, a little too wild but still a great guy. You’ve been here for the better part of an hour just people watching from your seat on a bar stool sitting at the kitchen island of whoevers house this is. It’s a decent spot you think as you catch glimpses of people you’ve met before and have come to call acquaintances, like Lisa who’s laughing with a group of girls in the far corner by the gaudy faux leather couch. Johnny’s here too, body molded to the back of some petite brunette dressed as what you’re pretty sure is an American Horror Story witch. Hoseok is here too swapping spit with his best friend turned girlfriend, and you consider tracking Jungkook down to see if he has any space sticks on him, or at least his pen because this party sucks and Taehyung left you by yourself and if you have to do this alone you might as well be high too. 

The idea is very appealing, you chew on your lower lip weighing your options because there’s a high chance that Jungkook is fucking his cute little girlfriend in the backyard or you could find Jackson and see if he has anything on him even if his weed is shit and makes you feel sick most of the time. You groan because both those options are crap and for some fucking reason Macarena has come on and the drunks on the dance floor have begun to whoop in excitement. You refill your cup taking a sip, the mix is bitter on your tongue and you want to gag a little bit because whoever mixed it was terrible at it. God you miss Taehyung, you really want to go home to fuck him because it’s halloween and your horny but mostly because he’s got a big dick and you like the way he manhandles you. A small whine slides past your lips catching movement to your right, you peek at the couple that's just come from the hallway that you're pretty sure leads to another bathroom and the laundry room. The girl is cute, cheeks soft looking and tinted a lovely shade of ‘my boyfriend just ate my pussy’ pink. The lucky bitch you think with an internal groan. Her hair is done up in pigtails in a style you recognize automatically since Harley Quinn’s been one of your women crushes the entirety of your life, along with Lucy Lui.

Her boyfriend is sporting what looks like mint hair and a smirk you think could rival Taehyung’s. He’s kinda hot if you look closely which you aren’t because his nose doesn’t have the elegant slope that Tae’s does and neither does he have the little beauty mark. It's the alcohol you reason for the way you're comparing this very committed stranger to your very loving missing boyfriend. You just want to go home, and get some dick is that too much to ask? Thriller has played for the third time tonight when you feel the tap on your shoulder cup at your lips. You’re brows furrow,  irritation sweeping over your body at being touched so casually by someone who isn’t your boyfriend or Jungkook. It's the mint haired guy you note quirking your head slightly to better hear him over the music. 

“Hey, you’re ____, right?” 

“Piss off fuck boy, find someone else’s leg to hump.” you say around the lip of your plastic cup. A snort comes from behind him, as Harley Quinn brings her hand up to cover her mouth. He scowls at her pinching her side and she laughs harder smiling up at him, before turning her attention to you instead.

“Sorry, we should’ve introduced ourselves first.” She smiles at you, eyes creasing in a way that rings familiar in your head but can’t pinpoint at the moment. You nod anyways since Taehyung did say to make friends. 

“I’m Sweetpea and this is Yoongi, we’re friends of Tae’s.” she says hand out and you take it shaking it and Yoongi’s before pulling yours back and discreetly wiping it on your skirt. 

“Nice to meet you, I’m ____, Taehyung’s girlfriend.” you say a little sheepish since he’s usually beside you when you meet more of his friends. 

“Is Tae not here?” Sweetpea asks her voice lilting in a way that you wish yours would. 

“He’s making his rounds, I’m just waiting til he’s done catching up with everyone.” you smile it feels forced but you’re really trying.

“Does he still do that, I'd thought he’d stopped by now.” Yoongi says wrapping an arm around Sweetpea’s waist and pulling her close. You don’t mean to be, but you're jealous of Sweetpea right now, her boyfriend holds her so tenderly and the affection in his eyes is evident. Monster Mash has been replayed a second time and you really wish your boyfriend’s monster cock was smashing the shit out of your pussy right about now. Tears prick at the back of your eyes because you just want to go home, and Taehyung has seemingly abandoned you for far too long. 

“What are you dressed as anyways?” Yoongi asks, snapping you out of your little tantrum, your eyes narrowing because is he serious right now? 

“Are you, like, serious?” you say with as much ditsy tv show white girl you can muster. 

“Yeah, don't get me wrong you’ve got a nice face but it’s halloween you didn't have to dress as a nun.” he laughs and Sweetpea gives him this look. 

“I’m not a nun.” 

“Y’look like a nun to me.” 

“But I’m not, I'm dressed as Sypha from Castlevania.” you say with as much annoyance as you feel, but realize that you shouldn't have to explain your costume to him. Your cheeks feel warm with embarrassment because how dare Taehyung leave you to fend for yourself against this douche. 

“I mean anyone with a brain could put that together,” you scoff looking him up and down “what are you supposed to be, bargain bin Joker? Couldn't have mustered enough fucks to at least try?” you spit mentally shriviling up because wow how did you manage to fuck this up? Sweetpea is looking between you and Yoongi and you don’t blame her, here you were a near perfect stranger attacking her boyfriend when they’d been nice enough to pull you out of your little bubble. To your surprise Yoongi laughs, teeth and gums on display. It's kind of cute, you think, his laugh that is not him. 

“Thats a good one, couples costumes are kinda pointless. Tae wasn’t kidding when he said you were kinda surly.” 

“M’not surly, people just get on my nerves.” you pout, reaching across the island to refill your cup. If your embarrassment doesn't kill you this jungle juice will, the cup is half full when you bring it back to your lips, moving to get off your seat. Fuck it, if you have to see Jungkook’s bare ass to have a decent smoke then so be it. 

“Hey, were you going?” Sweetpea asks eyes wide, god she's pretty and she kinda reminds you of Jimin but that can’t be right. 

“Smoke, this was fun and all but my quota for meeting new people has reached its limit. See you around or something.” you say heading into the crowd of people on the dance floor because it was simpler to go through it than around them. Johnny shoots you a wink as you pass while the girl from earlier glares at you. There’s a throb growing in your temple, as the base of a new song vibrates from the floor and through your body. Lisa see’s you waving enthusiastically as you hand her your drink because you’re sure it's the toxic concoction making your head hurt. She smiles gratefully as you finally make it out the back door and much to your surprise Jungkook is seated at a patio set with the girl from the convenience store in his lap. 

The heavy base of Freaks Come Out at Night drifts out the open doors and to your left somewhere you can hear breathy moans, a voice that sounds like Hoseok encouraging his girlfriend. You purse your lips because Hoseok came off as a bit of a prude but hey it's Halloween and at least someone’s having fun. It's much colder outside than it is in the house, but you’ll make due with the warmth of what you can make out is the stench of weed in the air. Jungkook is occupied whispering things into the girls ears as you plant your ass on the chair opposite him, he pulls away from her eyes glazed over and droopy. 

“Hey where you been, we’ve been waiting for ya. You remember Shrimp right?” he asks patting Peewee’s thigh. 

“Vaguely, nice to meet you.” you say and Shrimp smiles over at you, her smile is tight and you don’t want to think too much into it. 

“So what have you guys been up to, you didn't bring her out here in the cold to fuck did’ya?” 

“Course not, too many people inside and we didn't wanna share our chocolate.” he laughs pulling a bag of Reese's peanut butter cups from beside him.

“Kook, you said Tae told you to wait out here.” Shrimp says eyes narrowed and moving to stand from her seat in his lap. 

“Don’t move you’re keeping my dick warm.” he laughs as she smacks his shoulder playfully. You’ve perked up because this is the first time all night you’ve gotten any type of word that Taehyung hadn’t just ditched you at this party. 

“Look here twerp, where the hell is my shithead boyfriend?” you ask and both Jungkook and Shrimp look thoroughly chastised even though you were only talking to the former. He widens his eyes at you tilting his head to the side in a way he does when he wants to pretend he knows nothing. 

“I don’t know what you mean, he’s around here somewhere. I’m sure he is, maybe Hoseok might know?” he breathes eyes darting to Shrimp who sits pretty in his lap like some sort of doll. 

“Okay what the actual fuck? I just wanna go home to fuck my boyfriend and he’s playing some weird game of hide and seek.” you grunt exasperated because this was weird as fuck and Tae and his friends were getting on your last nerve. You don’t mean to cry, you really don’t, but you're frustrated and your period is just around the corner and all your friends are being weird and your boyfriend is being a shithead. 

“If that's all you wanted you could've said so, but that would’ve ruined the surprise.” Taehyung says in that tone he uses when you’re on the brink of tears or already crying. Your gaze shoots over to him in an instant, tears already spilling over your cheeks flushed red in anger. He looks sheepish, but it doesn’t make you feel better. 

“Go away, I don’t wanna see you.” you say planting your head on the table to hide your face. 

“C’mon you don’t mean that.” he says, slowly lifting your face to meet your gaze. He’s standing between your thighs cupping your cheeks before he slowly moves to straddle your lap, a giggle comes from the couple in the other chair. 

“Yes I do.” you sniff the chorus of Somebody's Watching Me ringing in your ears. He chuckles at you tilting your head up, nose nuzzling yours softly before he’s molding his lips to yours. It’s always the butterflies in your tummy that surprise you, because by now you’d hoped to be used to this feeling but you’re not. You’ve never loved someone like you do Taehyung, and it's weird because before him you were sure you just weren’t made to be loved. You’d long since opened up to him of your reasons for being so detached, cold even with anyone and everyone. It’d been hard to trust people after the various years of both verbal and emotional abuse, hell even at home it wasn’t all that great. When you’d moved to Taehyung’s peaceful little neighborhood you had made sure to keep people far away from you, that way they wouldn’t be able to hurt you. No backstabbing friends and no cheating boyfriends, just you all on your lonesome. And yet Taehyung had broken through your walls and made himself a cozy little home in your heart. 

It was because of him that you were able to make progress with your therapist who was no longer your therapist and more a friend. Namjoon was a nice guy and if he hadn’t been busy tonight you would’ve invited him to this party, but he had plans with his girlfriend Bubbles. Hell you’d been shocked to learn he’d gone to school with Taehyung, because by now you were sure he was friends with pretty much everyone in town. He pulls away from the kiss forehead pressed to yours and you whine softly eyes still closed because you were sure you were dreaming. Nothing this amazing ever happened, least of all to you. 

“Ready for your surprise?” he asks breath fanning over your lips and cheeks, your eyes open then curiosity swirling in their depths and it makes Taehyung smile. He pecks your lips a few times before sliding off your lap and helping you to your feet. Jungkook and Shrimp are no longer sitting in the chair, the music has stopped too and it unnerves you a little. 

“You’re not gonna scare me are you?” you murmur voice sounding small and unsure of yourself because you will cry if he scares you. 

“No, just relax, I wouldn’t do that to you.” he laughs, arms wrapping around your shoulders. You’re still hesitant though, he’s leading you to the house where you were sure a party was in full swing not too long ago. The lights are off inside and if this is the day you die then so be it, but you’d be damned if you don't go down fighting. You’re fists clench and unclench palms growing clammy as your nerves begin to get the better of you, your glance at him from the side maybe you can still make a run for it. Taehyung seems to read your mind because in the next moment he’s standing behind you gently pushing you forward through the door and into the dark of what’s the living room. Your heart is pounding against your ribs and you’re sure you're about to die because this is too scary. 

“Ready?” He asks and a strangled noise comes from your throat in an answer. Your breathing grows heavy, lungs not taking in enough air. The lights come on as a chorus of voices yell ‘Happy Birthday’ a scream comes from your mouth followed by a loud sob, because there in the middle of what used to be the dance floor is a giant sheet cake decorated in the colors of the holiday a giant happy birthday ____ in the middle made of fondant. You’re sobbing, tears rolling down your cheeks as your friends and the crowd of strangers coo at the scene. Taehyung pulls you into a hug swaying you softly as your hands clutch at his shirt, he’s placing kisses to the crown of your head, whispering loving words into your hair. 

“We got you, didn’t we.” Jungkook giggles with a present bag in hand, in fact your small group of friends all have colorfully wrapped gifts. Your sobs have turned into soft hiccups and you smile at Jungkook with a nod. 

“My birthday was two weeks ago, why would you?” 

“Because I promised you we would celebrate but we had work and you haven't had a party since you were five. I wanted you to have some new happy memories for your birthday.” Taehyung says with a smile. Your cheeks grow warm, heart swelling in your chest, and you think to yourself that maybe coming out to this party wasn’t so bad. The cake is cute and Taehyung had told you how it took him a whole week to plan this party. He’d gotten the cake from a pastry shop owned by his friend Jin, and when he’d mention the name you’d been shocked. Illusion had been all the rave since the pastries were delicious and affordable, the best part was that the owner was rumored to be extremely handsome. You chose not to open any of the gifts because you wanted to be able to fully enjoy them, the cake was cut and you’d enjoyed all the slices you’d eaten of the devils food cake. Yoongi and Sweetpea hugged you as they handed you your gift  apologizing for anything Yoongi might’ve said to offend you. You’d laughed it off, saying that it was okay and that he hadn’t.

“So what is Taehyung exactly?” Yoongi asks playfully, smirking at you and you roll your eyes god he needed to educate himself. 

The party ended early, well for you anyways after the cake you’d dance a few songs with Taehyung’s dick pressed to the small of your back, you’d made friends with Sweetpea and Yoongi. Jimin had stopped by as they were leaving and had hugged Sweetpea so tight (which you later learned was his sister), he’d brought along a ‘friend’ who was a medical examiner in the morgue of the police station he worked at. You’d nearly choked seeing her, she introduced herself as Dove who enjoyed scaring Jimin and worked with dead people she explained. She’d come as Strawberry Shortcake, her wig a bubblegum pink and her outfit intricate with lace and frills. She talked fast which normally would've been fine but the jungle juice had been too much. Jimin had steered her away from you as you looked sleepily to Taehyung, packing up as much cake as you thought you could eat. The night however hadn’t ended with the party. Taehyung had driven you to his house which he liked to think was closer than yours, and now here you were giggling up a storm as he did his best impression of Trevor Belmont from Castlevania. 

“What say you Speaker, do you think you could handle Taehyung Belmont’s thick length?” you snort.

“Length? Who even says that?” he’s laughing body molded to yours still dressed in his costume, and you feel the laugh more than hear it. You’d been lazily kissing on his bed not long ago, making up for all the time you hadn’t kissed him earlier when you’d asked him if you could have his Magic Stick. He’d pulled away from your lips an elegant brow raised in question, you’d giggled first encouraging him into an all out cringe war. 

“Okay, enough of that.” he says going back to your neck nipping gently before smoothing his tongue over the irritated skin. He's careful to pull your costume off, hands meeting the warmth of your skin after discarding each item. You shiver the cool air nipping at your heated skin, as Taehyung trails kisses down your neck to your chest. 

“Tae.” you whine as he kisses one of your tits then the other.

“S’okay baby, I got you.” he whispers, taking a nipple in his mouth. He’s careful with you today and for some reason it warms your insides. One of his hands has trailed down your body cupping your pussy, he runs his fingers over your lips testing your wetness. A moan slips from your mouth because it never takes long to work you up, he chuckles against your tit. He teases your entrance with the tip of his finger before dragging it to your clit and applying a little bit of pressure. You’re pussy clenches growing wetter with every circle off his fingers on your clit, he slides his fingers back down slowly slipping in a single digit. It feels good, the angle just barely manages to scrape against that spot only he’s ever found. 

“Oh god” you cry softly as he slowly slides another finger in, he shushes you with a kiss to your cheek.

“You’re doing so good baby, can you take another?” 

“Y-yes, please.” Taehyung sighs into your skin adding a third finger and thrusting a little faster into your pussy. There’s a soft squelching sound as more of your slick gushes from your entrance, coating his fingers as they continue to pump in and out of your pussy. You’ve started to shift your hips thrusting into his fingers to add to the grown friction, a coil pulling tanut in your belly. A warmth settles in the low of your belly growing as you swivel your hips to meet his pace, you’ve lost the ability to think as Taehyung pulls his finger from you rubbing at your clit with his slicked up fingers and groaning as your hips jolt off the bed. 

“Tell me what you want.” he says, pulling his fingers away from your clit making you whine at the loss. 

“Want your cock.” 

“Think you’re pretty pussy can take me baby?”

“Yes, please, please.” Your eyes are glazed as you watch him pull off his shirt tossing it to the side, then yanking down his pants boxers and all. He wraps a hand around his cock pumping a few times spreading the precum that's beaded at the tip. He’s reaching over to the nightstand, when you place a hand to his arm. His eyes meet yours in a question, one that makes your cheeks heat further.  

“I want to like this.” you say suddenly shy, eyes darting away from his. He smiles softly using his clean hand to bring your gaze back to his. 

“Are you sure?” he asks, you nod spreading your legs wider to better fit his hips. He kisses you soft, just the way you like as he slides his cock through your slick and lining himself to your entrance. He’s sliding in slowly filling your pussy inch by inch watching your expression and the way he disappears inside you. He starts off slow sliding in and out of you in a way that you know is his way of making you feel every inch of him. His cock hits deep like this, it’s your favorite position because you’re surrounded by him. His hair is hanging in his face, brows furrowed, as he thrust a little faster into your heat, your pussy clenches every time his cock hits that spongy bundle of nerves his finger barely managed to scrape.

“Yes, right there” you sigh letting your eyes slip closed as he pumps his hips faster into your pussy. The squelch grows louder as do your cries, taehyung grunts at the way your pussy tightens around his cock, your chest is flushed and your hands scramble to find something to hold on to. There’s tears at your lash line pooling at the corner of your eyes ready to fall but haven’t. He drops his weight wrapping his arms around your body and switching your positions. Your eyes have fluttered open with a gasp, his cock hitting that much deeper with you on top, you feel shy again as his gaze travels over your naked chest falling to where he’s inside you. 

“C’mon baby fuck me, fuck yourself on my cock.” he says taking hold of your hands intertwining your finger and bringing them to his lips. You lift your hips dropping them quickly, your breaths are shaky as the warmth grows, you swivel your hips grinding your clit against his pelvis. Your hands are rested on your hips still intertwined with his as he thrusts up to add to the friction. The tears finally fall, your cries increase as you cum, your pussy clamping down on Taehyung's cock as he pumps his hips to prolong your high and find his own, you’ve stopped moving thighs twitching as your walls pulse around him. Your head is buried in his chest and you manage to shift your hips slightly when his muttered curses finally make it into your ears. You’re sensitive, but you’ll be damned if he doesn’t cum in you the first time you go sans condom. 

“Fuck yeah, just like that.” he groans as a new warmth fills you, he’s panting hands settled on your hips while you lay limp against his chest. 

“I love you.” you mumble against his skin feeling him stiffen beneath you.

“W-what?” he asks, you shift sitting up and lovingly gazing down at him. 

“I love you.” you repeat as he gazes at you with love in his eyes and smiles.  It’s the first time you’ve said it and its not because of the sex, but because you’re finally ready to give your heart away again, this time though you know for sure its in good hands. 

[justapotatonow]

Sunshine boy ch.3

Summary: Lucas and Y/n have been best friends for a long time, so what will happen when there's trouble in paradise and a new person enters their lives

Masterlist

You woke up still feeling tired because of the sleepless night Jungwoo caused you. You wondered how it hasn't come up in the conversation that he's a literal millionaire. You got dressed, ate breakfast with Kevin and headed out. Lucas usually picks you up and you drive to school together, but you weren't in the mood today, so you told him to go to school without you.

The first few classes went by unusually fast, and before you knew it, it was time for lunch. You grabbed your wallet and went to grab something to eat from the cafeteria. As you were standing in line someone tapped you on your shoulder. You turned around and saw Jungwoo scolding a handsome brunette.

"Oh hi Jungwoo" you smiled brightly at him.

"Hey" he laughed sheepishly.

"Thanks for inviting me to hang out with you and your friends, I'm looking forward to it."

"Me too" he smiled, and your heart, beat just a little bit faster.

You bought yourself some crisps and a smoothie, "I'll see you later then"

"See you later Y/n"

This time you avoided Lucas' table and rushed to where Kevin was sitting. "Hey, guys, what's up?

"Oh nothing," your friend Minho smirked "just watching you flirt with that dude over there," he said pointing at Jungwoo.

"He's her new boyfriend"

"kEVIN, no he's not my boyfriend"

"But you want him to be" added your friend Mingyu.

You just started eating your crisps as the boys kept teasing you about your "boyfriend".

"So who is this 'boyfriend' you're talking about?" you heard a familiar voice so you looked up from the bag of crisps. "It's no one Lucas. Chill"

"Alright then. You wanna hang out later? The guys and I wanted to check out the new place downtown."

"Sorry I have plans already. Maybe next time." you said smiling sweetly at him. He rolled his eyes and walked back to his table where his girlfriend was already draping herself over him.

"What was that? You could cut the tension with a knife" Minho asked.

"Its nothing honestly, he stood me up yesterday and blah blah its a long story," you said as you looked at your phone "that Kevin can tell you because I have 3 minutes until my next class starts." you said swiftly packing up your belongings and rushing to your next class. "Bye guys love you" you shouted out as a goodbye.

Finally, it was your last class. It was only 20 more minutes until you could see Jungwoo again. Okay, you admit maybe you were crushing on him a little bit. But you didn't really know the guy so who knows maybe he's some weirdo who steals women's shoes. Or maybe he exclusively eats cereal in his bathtub. You were so caught up in your own thoughts, you didn't realise that the class already ended, until someone snapped their fingers in front of your face. You looked up and it was the handsome brunette Jungwoo was shouting at earlier.

"Do you not want to hang out with us that badly that you'd rather stay in an empty classroom?"

"Wha-oH shit I'm late fuck," you hurriedly packed your stuff while mumbling profanities under your breath. When you were ready to go, you realised that the guy was still there.

"Are you Jaehyun by any chance?"

"In the flesh, honey."

"I'm Y/n, it's nice to meet you Jaehyun"

"Nice to meet you too Y/n, should we get going? The guys are waiting for us at the front entrance"

"Sure" you said as you both started walking towards the entrance.

"So you're the one who texted me yesterday huh?" He laughed and said that it was indeed him who set this meeting up.

"Yeah, but only because Jungwoo wouldn't stop talking about you. I think

he really likes you, you know?"

"Really? Wow, well I'm not going to lie and say I haven't thought about him since yesterday."

Jaehyun smiled "I think you two should get some alone time, otherwise, how are you gonna find out if he exclusively eats cereal in his bathtub."

Your face turned bright red "How in the world?"

"Well the cartoon you drew was hard to miss" he laughed "you're pretty creative"

"I like to think so" you smiled.

Lucas was just walking to his car when he heard his best friends laughter. He looked around the corner and saw her laughing with some guy. He definitely wasn't one of her friends, none of them had the same hair colour. He admits that he can be quite protective over Y/n but he's just looking out for her. At least that's what he tells himself. He then thinks back to the conversation he had with Y/n earlier. Was that her boyfriend? But she would tell him something like that right? Did she not want to hang out with him because of that guy? The thought made him angry and he stormed off to his car, eager to get back o his house, slamming the door as he got into the car and sped off.

Jaehyun and I arrived at the front entrance where Jungwoo was waiting with two other guys one of them looked quite short compared to Jungwoo and the other guy who was also very tall but looked more mature than the rest of them.

As soon as they saw us walking towards them the two guys walked towards us and embraced both of us in hugs, Jungwoo stayed behind and as you got closer, you saw that his face has turned a bright shade of red. "Johnny! Ten! You're gonna crush her."

"Jungwoo it's fine," you said laughing at the unexpected affection.

He looked down embarrassed by his friends' actions "Shall we get going? We can take my car" proposed Johnny. All 5 of you jumped when you heard a car door being slammed and the sound of a car speeding off "idiot" Ten mumbled and everyone silently agreed with him.

The guys started walking towards spot where you saw an expensive-looking black Mercedes. You thought about Kevin's words "they're one of the richest guys on campus" and wondered why they even invited you.

"It's gonna be a little tight back there, sorry I'm not used to driving 5 people around." Johnnys words brought you back to reality.

"I'm sure it'll be fine," you said.

Well, it wasn't. You were squished between Jungwoo and Jaehyun, Jaehyuns arm was draped across the headrest and you were having breathing problems because of how close you were to Jungwoo. Thankfully the ride wasn't long and when you finally arrived at the restaurant you got out of the car faster than ever.

You sat next to Jungwoo, across Jaehyun. The afternoon was soon filled with the guys telling you embarrassing stories like that one-time Jungwoo dressed as Rose from titanic on Halloween. They even showed you pictures and videos of him dancing in the costume. Johnny was also rambling about his dad inventing coffee by spilling coffee beans on a rock. Which made you laugh so hard, you almost fell out of your chair.

Yours and Jungwoos hands brushed a couple of times and it made you both blush every time.

When the sky got dark the guys suggested going on a walk to which you agreed to because you ate way too much and needed to burn some calories.

Johnny, Jaehyun and Ten walked ahead of Jungwoo and you to give you guys some time to talk alone.

"I had a great time tonight Jungwoo"

"Me too, uh listen," he said stopping and turning to face you "wanna, like- I mean, If you're not busy ... we could get lunch? You know uh alone this-this time" it was so cute how nervous he was.

"I'd love that," you said smiling sweetly at him.

"Wait really? Woah okay uh is Saturday okay?"

"It's perfect"

"Great. Cool, I'll pick you up at six?"

"Okay, I'll text you the address later"

He was smiling so brightly you thought you're gonna be blind. You started walking forwards slowly and Jungwoo was still not moving so you gently took his hand in yours and led him to the car with red cheeks.

Johnny dropped you off later and you thanked him for the wonderful day.

As soon as you stepped into your apartment Kevin, Minho and Mingyu wanted to know everything about your 'date'. So you told them how it went and you told them about your one on one date with Jungwoo on Saturday. "Aww our little Y/n-ie is growing up so fast," said Minho wiping away fake tears.

"Alright, guys I'm gonna shower and go to bed," you said grabbing water out of the fridge. "Can I join you" shouted Minho.

"Come on then, pretty boy," you said smirking. Minho was always the flirty friend but it would never go past some innocent remarks. Okay maybe once at a party but only once. It's one of the reasons why Lucas didn't like your "other" friend group, and you were careful not to mix them.

You didn't realise how tired you were until you laid in bed. You fell asleep almost immediately after your head hit the pillow.