#We're getting closer to it I'm chugging away

[sunarots]

BETTER THAN REVENGE! ━━━ tooru oikawa & rintarou suna

18. say it ♡

cw. implied sex

You lay back on the grass in Kuro's back garden, staring up at the stars in the sky as he plays the finished album through a speaker. You balance your half-full cup on your stomach, where it will stay until you decide you want another sip. For now, you just want to stay with Rin's arm beneath you, his side pressed against yours.

Kenma and Atsumu are sat trying to decide what flavour to put in their vapes next, Atsumu scolding Kenma whenever he tries to convince him to use the pear flavour he's yet to try. Kuro sits near them, trying to keep his cigarette lit for as long as possible so he doesn't have to go find a new lighter.

Rin looks longingly at the cup just out of reach from him, desperate for another drink yet finding that he doesn't want to have to move. Instead, he hopes that just by looking at it he might be able to get some of the alcohol into his body. Turning his head back to stare at the sky, he can hear you quietly humming along to the songs playing through the speakers. A small smile starts to tug at the corners of his lips.

Sighing, you raise the cup from its spot on your stomach and prop yourself up on one of your elbows, chugging it in its entirety. You consider going back inside to pour yourself another drink, or immediately lying back down with Rin so you don't have to go without his warmth. However, before you can make the decision, his arm has moved from behind you and he's shuffled away from you.

You use your free hand to push yourself up, waving the cup when you spot Kuro looking at you with furrowed eyebrows. You step up onto the decking and through the open glass door, walking straight ahead to the kitchen island where he laid out all the drinks and a cocktail shaker that hasn't been used since he bought it. Yet, he insists on taking it out every time because it makes him look classy.

You set down the cup and scan over the bottles in front of you, deciding to pour yourself the same as last time. Before you can swap the booze in your hand for the mixer, a hand is placed on top of yours and carefully takes the bottle away. You look back at Rin, who's pouring himself the same as you.

"I think...we're fucking geniuses," Rin says quietly, flashing you a wide smile as he pours in more alcohol than mixer.

You match his expression, passing him the juice before saying, "Oh, I know we are." He laughs, topping up his drink.

You pick up your cup and take a sip, resting your back against the counter. You can't fight fluttering in your stomach, nor the tingling when his arm brushes yours.

"Can I... Can I talk to you about something?" Rin's voice is soft, careful to not startle you. He waits for you to nod your head before he turns to fully face you, taking a long drink before setting it on the island. "I... I think I'm in love with you."

You turn your head to look at him, scanning over his face. He waits patiently for your response, his finger drawing a pattern on the counter beside him. "I know," you whisper, feeling your cheeks beginning to warm. "Me too."

The corners of his mouth tug upwards into a slight smile, picking up his cup that he'd placed. "Say it."

Raising an eyebrow at him, you watch as he takes a sip of his drink. "What?"

"Say it, or I'm not gonna believe you," he repeats with a small smirk, shrugging his shoulders.

You take in a deep breath and try to fight the heat rushing to your cheeks. "I'm in love with you, Rin." You manage to get it out without breaking eye contact with him.

Rin downs what he's just poured into his cup, discarding it behind him. You copy his actions, dumping the cup in the trash behind you. His hands cup your cheeks, pushing your hair out of the way before pulling you closer to him.

When his lips touch yours, everything around you stops. All that matters to you is him. You wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you, fully pressed up against him. He tastes like cigarettes and alcohol, something you know will linger forever. His hands drop from your cheeks, leaving a trail of fire across every part of you he touches.

His hands grip onto your thighs, pulling you up and sitting you on the counter. You flinch away from him when something behind you shatters, one of the empty glass bottles knocked onto the floor. Rin fights back his laugh, his hand in front of his mouth.

"What the-"

You peer past Rin with your legs still around his waist, giving Kuro a sheepish smile as he stares at the two of you with an unreadable expression. Rin starts laughing even harder as you hide your face in his chest, an attempt to avoid any scolding from the host.

"Are you kidding me? No, get off the counter!" he exclaims, shoving a finger in your direction. "You are not fucking in my kitchen! Animals! Go out to your car. Now!"

Rin looks back at you in amusement, glancing in the direction of the front door as a way of asking if you wanted to. You nod your head and go to push yourself off the counter, his arm around your waist stopping you. He lifts you up and over his shoulder, ignoring you as you try to convince him to put you down. He holds you tightly by the legs, looking over his shoulder and shouting a goodbye to Kuro.

"Rin! Put me down! I'm gonna fall!"

He sets you down by his car and looks at you with offence, a hand on his chest. "Have I ever let you down before?" When you don't respond, he smiles a little more. "Then trust me. You won't fall if I'm near you, babe. That's a promise."

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summary. as a world-famous singer, everyone knows everything about all of your relationships. namely, your renowned on-again/off-again relationship with one tooru oikawa. it’s hard not to when every song you write is about him. but no one truly knows all of the gory details of all your dirty breakups, except from the two of you. and after announcing in a drunken red-carpet interview that you never want to see his face again, everyone starts desperately searching for the truth behind your twisted relationship. and just when you think you can escape these rumours, in comes a job opportunity your band can’t turn down.

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[taurasiluvr]

how you can help palestine

★ thinking about diana taurasi putting you in your place... kinda inspired by sen's strap headcanons @taurasiluv

 ⠀ ── ⠀warnings ;; nsfw under the cut, mdni. brat taming (my fav!!!), slapping, degradation, mommy kink (it's a dee smut, what do you expect?)

 ⠀ ── ⠀word count ;; 1.1k

 ⠀ ── ⠀rylin's notes ;; requests are open for those who want to send them in :p

"didn't i tell you to cut the fucking attitude?" diana's voice rang out the kitchen, causing you to let out an irritated sigh. you paused, gripping the edge of the counter as you tried to steady your nerves.

"dee, 'm not a kid. you can't talk to me like that," you shot back, trying to keep your voice even. diana walked into the living room, her tall frame filling the doorway. she was still in her practice gear, her face glistening with sweat.

"yeah, i know you're not. you're acting a brat, and i don't like it." she replied, her tone assertive. she opened a water bottle, chugging it slowly. you took the moment to take in your girlfriend; all of her.

you rolled your eyes and turned around, going back to cutting up some fruit. "maybe i wouldn't act like a brat if you actually paid attention to me," you muttered under your breath, knowing full well she'd hear.

diana raised an eyebrow, setting the water bottle down. "what was that, baby?" she crossed her arms, watching you intently.

"nothing," you grumbled, deciding to really test her patience right now.

"no, you wanna act all big and and tough, let's hear it," diana said, stepping closer.

"i told you, nothing,"

you ignored the calls of your name as you walked toward your shared bedroom, letting the annoyance take over. diana walked in the bedroom behind you, her expression now pissed.

"don't walk away from me when we're talking," she said, her voice low and controlled, but you could feel the anger simmering beneath.

you spun around to face her, your own frustration boiling over. "what's there to talk about, dee? you're never here! i'm tired of feeling like an afterthought."

diana's eyes narrowed. "so that's what this is is about? and this is how you deal with it? by throwing a tantrum like a child?"

"well i-"

"no, i'm still talking." she repeated as your face contorted into irritation. "first of all, fix your fuckin' face. and this whole thing is because you're needy? cause you haven't had a good fuck in a while?"

you clenched your fists, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. diana's blunt words cut deep, but there was a part of you that couldn't deny the truth in them. you needed her, and the lack of attention had been gnawing at you.

"fine," she sighed as she slammed the door shut. "get on the bed, sweetheart."

you looked stunned as diana just kept glaring at you. "you wanna act all shy now, baby?"

you let out a breathe before obeying her, sitting on the bed as diana walked over toward you. she grabbed your face tightly, forcing you to look upward. her eyes bore into yours, a mix of anger and desire flickering in them at you being so submissive.

"you're not gonna pull that bratty attitude with me anymore, got it?" she said, her voice low and commanding.

you nodded, unable to find your voice. the intensity of her gaze, the way her fingers dug into your cheeks, sent a shiver down your spine. she let go of your face before landing a swift slap to your cheek, a moan coming out of your lips at the sting.

"i asked you something," she demanded, her hand finding your face again, her grip tightening slightly. "do you understand?"

"yes," you managed to whisper, your voice trembling.

"yes, what?" she prompted, leaning closer so her breath fanned across your lips.

"yes, mommy," you replied, your voice barely audible.

"good," she said, releasing your face and stepping back slightly. "now strip. wanna see you naked."

your heart pounded in your chest as you complied, your hands shaking slightly as you undressed. diana watched you intently, her eyes dark with desire. she turned around as well, rummaging through your drawer before finding her strap. she slipped it on quickly before she turned to face you once again.

once you were completely bare, you stood there, feeling vulnerable under her intense gaze. she stepped closer again, her hand trailing down your arm, sending goosebumps in its wake.

without another word, her hand gripped your head before she gestured to her strap. her eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catchm as you nodded slowly, opening your mouth, you leaned forward, taking her in.

diana's other hand tangled in your hair, holding you steady as you began to move, your lips and tongue working to please her. she let out a low groan, the sound sending a thrill through you. you looked up at her, meeting her gaze, her expression a mix of dominance and desire.

"that's it, baby," she murmured, her voice rough with arousal. "just like that."

you continued, your movements becoming more confident as you found a rhythm. diana's grip on your hair tightened slightly, guiding you as you took more of her in. the taste and feel of the strap filled your senses, and you felt a rush of heat between your legs, your own arousal building.

after a few moments, diana pulled you back, her eyes dark with need. "on the bed," she commanded, her voice leaving no room for hesitation.

you obeyed, crawling onto the bed and positioning yourself on your hands and knees, your body trembling with anticipation. diana moved behind you, her hands running over your back and down to your hips, her touch somehow both possessive and gentle.

"you're going to take everything i give you," she said, her voice low and commanding. "understand?"

"yes, mommy," you replied, your voice breathless with need.

she positioned herself at your entrance, teasing you for a moment before pushing in slowly, filling you completely. you moaned, your body arching as you adjusted to the sensation. diana held your hips firmly, setting a steady pace that quickly had you gasping for breath.

she landed a couple slaps to your ass, causing a string of curses and moans to leave your mouth.

"fucking brat," she growled, her movements becoming more intense. "say it, say you're mine."

"'m yours," you managed to gasp, your body responding eagerly to her every thrust. "'m yours, dee."

the pleasure built quickly, each thrust driving you closer to the edge. diana's grip on your hips tightened, her own breathing becoming ragged as she drove you toward release.

when you finally came, it was with a cry of pure ecstasy, your body shuddering with the force of your orgasm. she pulled out gently, collapsing beside you on the bed and pulling you into her arms. you lay there together, both of you catching your breath, the intensity of the moment slowly giving way to a feeling of deep contentment.

"did i fuck all that attitude outta you now, baby?" diana managed to say as you let out a breathless laugh.

"mhm, yeah. you did," you replied.

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[screamlet]

wip wednesday (bucktommy fix-it edition)

a longer eddie+tommy excerpt from this wip that's getting out of control. some context: tommy has shaved off his hair in the gay heartbreak tradition of our people.

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Tommy knows he's a creature of habit, but it's still disquieting to discover that sometimes people learn his habits. For example: Tommy regularly likes to hit up one specific cozy restaurant on his free nights and have dinner at the bar, him and a book. Sometimes he'd strike up a conversation with someone at the bar but, most of the time, he had his quiet, familiar corner at the bar with a drink or two, his dinner, and whatever he was reading that week.

Tonight, someone buys him his beer and that someone is Eddie, who's sitting across the bar from him when he arrives. He toasts to Tommy, then gets out of his seat and comes around to sit with him.

"Thanks for the beer," Tommy replies. "So what's going on?"

"Just checking in. You've been quiet."

Tommy raises his eyebrows at him. "Huh. Have I? I wonder."

For a second, Eddie's look is scathing, and then sympathetic, genuine. "How are you doing?"

He imagined the briefest cartoonish image where he tips his head back and chugs the entire beer in one go, but it takes so long that Eddie sighs and leaves. He thinks about doing something that dumb for longer than he should before he does the adult thing and shrugs a shoulder at him. "Just fine, how about you?"

Eddie tilts his head 90 degrees, like he's had his neck snapped. "Just fine? You break up with your boyfriend of six months and—hey, Tommy? Should I mention the hair? Or the lack of it?"

Tommy smiles broadly; his face aches to be this fake, but he used to be a pro at it. "I thought I'd try something new." He takes another sip. "Thanks for the beer. Does Buck know you're here? Crossing enemy lines?"

"Wow, he said you called him Buck and I didn't believe him, but you really did that." Eddie shudders. "Stop doing that. And what enemy lines? We're friends, idiot."

Tommy gives him a playful look. "Come on. No we're not. You're his best friend. You don't need to pretend. I get it."

Eddie clears his throat. "You know Buck can have more than one friend at the same time?"

"And he does," Tommy assures him. "He's got you and the whole 118, his sister, everyone who's connected with you guys. He's good. I'm good. We're good."

"Tommy, listen." Eddie shifts in his seat and leans in closer. "Show me a real emotion in the next 10 seconds or I'll punch your cheekbones into your skull for leading on my best friend for six months. He cares about you, Tommy. Do you have any idea how much? I thought you did. He took it seriously—did you?"

He considers Eddie carefully and then looks away. "I don't know what you want me to say. I'm doing okay. I cared about him a lot, too, and now we've broken up. It happens. Thanks for checking on me. You don't have to do that anymore."

It's quiet between them for a minute, then another. Tommy puts in his dinner order and motions to Eddie, who shakes his head and says he doesn't want anything. Tommy leans back in his seat and that's when he starts to sweat. If Eddie's just going to sit there and watch him, wait him out, then Eddie's going to win. Tommy's good at this, great at faking it until he makes it, but it's—it's hard to sit under the microscope for this long, especially when Eddie seems to have nothing but time on his hands and nothing to do but wait for Tommy to crack.

"I'm not here to get you guys back together," Eddie finally says. "I really am here to see how you're doing. I see Buck at work; I don't see you, but I want to keep seeing you. I want us to be friends, no matter what happens between the two of you."

Tommy laughs. "God, and why would you want that? You've got better things to do with your time. Seriously, go call your kid or something."

"His name is Christopher, Tommy, and get his name out of your mouth if that's how you feel about him, about me and him."

Tommy nods, apologetic. "Sorry. But I do mean it: I free you of your obligation."

Eddie's quiet again and says, with even more disbelief, "You don't want to be my friend anymore? And don't call me a child, Tommy, I'm serious. You know adults have friends, too, right? And sometimes people break up and the world keeps turning and we can still be friends, you and me. You and Chim, you and Hen, even Bobby will come around because he likes you. You're still Tommy."

"I don't think that's how you guys work," Tommy says. "I don't think anyone stays in your circle without Buck tying them there. Maybe you and I can meet up for basketball, spar at the gym, hang out at my place, but I'm telling you that's a lot of work and you don't have to do it."

"I never had to do it, Tommy," Eddie replies. "I wanted to because I wanted to be your friend. You are my friend, and Buck isn't gonna change that."

Tommy laughs dryly and looks away. "He changes everything, Eddie."

[glassartpeasants]

How To Love .04

Trafalgar Law x F!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, vandalism, awkward ex encoutners

A/N: here, eat up

music playlist

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“Finally! The rush is over.” After what felt like hours, there were no customers or online orders to be fulfilled. Finally, your heart rate could go back to normal.

Picking up some water, you chug it down. “Thirsty much?”

“Piss off, Killer, you’ve been taking orders, and I’ve been running to make them!” You pant as you try to drink more water. 

“So rude.” Killer laughs before going to restock things. “I saw you finally got a car.”

“Yeah! I finally got my driver's license after waiting for my appointment to come up. Law was super happy for me when I told him.”

“How are things with you and Law?” 

“You're never gonna believe this! So yesterday, we almost kissed, but I got cockblocked by the delivery guy!” A sudden cackle fills your ears, making you turn to see Killer holding his chest.

“Oh, so the only time you laugh is at my misery?” Killer continues to laugh as he grips the counter. “Stop laughing, damnit!”

“Six months of waiting only to be cockblocked is the best thing I’ve heard all week.”

“Hey! I was healing from a breakup, you ass! I wasn’t gonna go out and kiss the next man I saw.” You huff while throwing a paper cup at him. “You're lucky we're in public, or I swear!” Leaning against the counter, you can’t help but let your mind wander back to yesterday.

The rain beat against the windows as the movie played to drown it out. Fighting and the dialogue of the villains ring in your ears. Both you and Law were waiting impatiently for your food to arrive.

“God, I’m so hungry. How long does it take for some grub to get here?” You complain.

“Calm down, it’s 3 pm. The rush is right now.” Law says as he can’t help but chuckle. “Plus, if we had just gone to get it ourselves-”

“But that would require changing, and I’m perfectly content on not doing that right now.” Shifting around, you get slightly closer to Law. “Also, I'm warm and toasty right here.” Law smiles as he looks down at you. Feeling his gaze, you look up and softly smile as your eyes land on his lips and yours.

“Law...” You whisper before moving just a bit closer, as does Law. His breath fanned against your lips, making your heart beat faster.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

The two of you quickly part faces, burning at the ruined moment.

“I’ll go, um, get it.” Law stumbles as he gets up to get the door.

“Yeah, sounds good.” Laughing nervously, you look away. As soon as Law was out of sight and earshot, you hit the couch cushion and whisper yelled a soft “Fuck!”

Letting out a huff, you push yourself off the counter. Last night's memories flood your senses as you feel your body heating at what could’ve happened if the delivery man had been only five more minutes late.

DING DING DING

“(Y/N) can you get that? I’m in storage at the moment!”

“Sure!” Turning around and running to the counter, you shake away the memories. “Hello, how can I-”

“Ah. I…didn’t know you were working today.” Your brain fried as you see your ex standing in front of you, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yeah.” The awkward tension felt suffocating as you tried to find the words to say. It’s been almost six months since you’ve seen Eustass, and he still looked the same as the day it all went down.

“Do you still get the same drink?”

“I was gonna get that expresso shit you guys do. Didn’t sleep much last night.” You raise your eyebrow. 

“I thought you hated expresso?”

“I do. I’m just working a twelve at the shop, and I don’t want to be sleepy.”

“Well, why don't you get a cold brew? And I thought you guys had a coffee machine at the shop?” Eustass's face went red as he shoved his hands in his pockets.

“I broke it.”

“You…broke it?” His face got even redder as he shifted his gaze.

“Killer and I were throwing tools to see if they’d stick into the wall, and one bounced off the wall and hit the coffee machine.” A silence fell between the two of you as you looked at him wide-eyed and slightly agape. After a few seconds, you managed to compose yourself.

“I have no words other than your total is 5.18.” Eustass let out a cough before pulling out a ten. Grabbing it, you cash it out and give him his change.

“I’ll go make the-”

“I got it.” Killer cuts you off and grabs the ticket before you can make it. You could feel your eye twitch, but shove your irritation down with a sigh. Turning your head, your eyes met Eustass’s, and all the questions you’ve had since rushed through your mind.

“Is there something wrong with me?” Eustass's eyes sift as he sees you grip the counter. “Did I do something wrong?”

With a gentle sigh, he responds. “No. There's nothing wrong with you, and you did nothing wrong. It’s me who has something wrong with them.” Eustass runs his fingers through his hair. “I should’ve got my shit together and grown up instead of always chasing a constant thrill. Too immature that I kept staring at other women.”

“Out of all the people in the world. Why (.....)?”

“Wrong place at the wrong time. She came over to see you cause, apparently, you two had plans that day, and she had just come over early. And you know what happens after that…” You look at him like he was speaking another language cause you know for a fact that you did not have plans with her that day. 

“We didn’t have plans that day.” Eutass looks shocked at your revelation.

“What? Why did she come over then?” You throw your arms up.

“How am I supposed to know?!” Another silence falls among the two of you before Eustass speaks.

“Whatever the reason is, it doesn’t matter. Just know that none of it was your fault. Not my cheating or anything. You were perfect in every sense of the word. And I'm a fool for taking you for granted.”

You look away and sigh before turning back to Eustass. “Despite the fact I still want to kick your ass, I’m glad you’ve taken responsibility.”

“It’s the first step to maturity, right?” A small chuckle leaves the two of you.

“I supposed. Just don’t change yourself too much.”

“Here’s the cold brew, Eustass.”

“Oi, thanks, Killer.” Killer nods before leaving you and Eustass alone again. “Wait, I thought I got an expresso?”

“I rang it as a cold brew. It has more caffeine in it and is not as bitter. And it’s cheaper.” Eustass looks down at the coffee before giving it a whiff.

“Just try the damn thing!”

“Give me a second woman, god!” He huffs before taking a sip. “Oh, that’s not so bad.” You roll your eyes before you see another customer come in.

“I guess that's my cue to get the hell outta here. It was…nice to see you and talk to you again.”

“Yeah…you too.” Turning around, he waves before closing the door to the cafe, leaving you to boil in your thoughts.

‘Yeah, you too? Why the hell did I say that? I didn’t miss him at all! Did I?’ The inner turmoil from all those months ago resurfacing. Even if some of his words gave you closure, you still couldn’t help but feel pain in your heart.

The fact that even after breaking your heart, he was still so easy to talk to. That he even got a chuckle out of you! Why? How on earth did he still manage to make you laugh? Why was there this burning in your chest when you thought of him? Months ago, you were filled with hate and hurt, and now, even if it was for a second, talking to him feels normal again.

“Hi, sweetie, how have you been?” An old, gentle voice breaks through your voice.

“Oh! Mrs. June! Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in. But I’ve been okay.” You give her a small laugh as you look at the little old lady. Your week was going great, but now having that talk with Eustass fucked it up. Filling it with doubt and more questions.

“Is it about the man you were just talking to?”

“What?! No! I’m okay! Really!”

“Dear, I was your age once too. Not to mention, I have children your age, too. I know when troubles are caused by a boy.” The caring voice she carries makes you let out a sigh.

“My ex just came to the shop after not seeing him for six months since he cheated. Talking to him felt so normal, just like it used to be. But I don’t love him anymore. I shouldn’t love him anymore. I’ve fallen in love with someone else. Everything was fine. I was happy. But now he just had to waltz back in, and there's a burning in my heart.” Admitting it did feel much better. Instead of keeping it down and suffering, having an unbiased opinion is nice.

“Oh, sweetie, you simply miss the memories. You miss what once was. It’s normal. I’m sure you loved him very much, so it’ll always hurt, no matter how much time has passed.”

“But I’ve fallen in love with someone else?”

“It happens to everyone. You're not a bad person for it.” Letting out a breath of relief, you feel a weight lifted off your shoulders.

“You really know what to say. Thank you, Mrs. June.” She places her hand on your own.

“Anytime, dear.”

~~~

The day seemed to drag as he couldn’t help but think about you and the kiss you almost shared. How, after dreaming of your lips on his, he would finally get to feel them. But of course, it was just his luck; the delivery guy ruined the moment. Law’s never wanted to strangle someone more in his life.

“Hey doc, we got a female, age 24, coming in for back pain. Room two.”

“Hmm? Oh. Okay, thanks.” Grabbing the chart, Law movies towards the room.

“Hello, I’ll be your-”

“Law! It's you!” Hearing that ear bleeding voice ring in his ears make a scowl appear on his face. Of course, it had to be her, of all people, when he was already annoyed. Gritting his teeth, Law could only picture going home to you and Bepo to calm him down. You smile and ask him about his day, and Bepo comes up to welcome him home.

“I’ve missed you so much! I’ve tried to get in contact with you, but-”

“You said you're here for back pain, correct?”

“Well, yes but-”

“Have you hit anything? Where does it hurt specifically?”

It’s evident that Law’s lack of normal conversation bothered (.....). Her nostrils flared, and her eye twitched, but she quickly shoved it down. “How’s Bepo doing? I’m sure he misses his mom.”

“He’s fine.”

“I mean, I’m sure he’d be delighted to see me.”

“He doesn’t care. He’s a cat.” While Bepo obviously was more than just a cat, (.....) didn’t deserve the thought that she was missed, even if it was something as simple as a cat.

“I’m sure you’ve missed me, isn’t that right, traffy?” Her voice, trying to be sickeningly sweet, only sounded like the screaming of a fox. Her use of her old nickname for him makes him feel sick.

“Don’t call me that. It’s Dr. or Trafalgar to you.” Law snaps at (.....). No one was allowed to call him that. Hell, she was the only one that did. The nickname grinds his gears.

Cracking her knuckles, (.....) takes a deep breath before scoffing. “...Is that mooch (Y/N) still living with you?”

Law gripped the clipboard violently. He was already struggling with remaining calm just seeing her, but now that she’s trying to insult you? The one person who seemed to get him and care about him genuinely? That would not stand.

“She’s not a mooch, and yes, she is.” Law answered with gritted teeth.

(.....) rolled her eyes before continuing. “She’s probably still working that dead-end job at the cafe. I told her that she was going into a stupid career path.” (.....) words made Law grip the clipboard even tighter. “She isn’t even good at art or writing.”

Hearing (.....)’s final words, Law’s grip on the clipboard was tight enough to put a crack in the plastic. “Take that back (.....). Right now.”

“Why? We all know it’s true.” Seeing red, Law finally snapped.

“She’s one of the most creative people I’ve ever met. Her creativity is something you could never hope to achieve. Not to mention, she took those as minor classes. If you ever dared to use your fucking ears, you’d know she went to major in being a chef.” Law’s words pierced through (..... like bullets. Each more painful than the last.

“Everything about her is nothing you could ever hope to be!”

“You're acting like you love her!”

“That’s because I do!” Law immediately slammed his mouth shut with his hand. The room became tense and silent.

“That fuck did you just say?” (.....)’s voice drops as she clutches her fists. Her pupils dilate. Once full of awkwardness, the room is now full of uneasy tension. Law’s body filled with concern as the look on (.....) was murderous.

“There’s no fucking way I’ll let that bitch take you away from me.” She sneered as she looked at Law. “I refuse to let that bitch take you!” Her scream echoed off the walls. 

“What the hell?! I’m my own fucking person.”

“You are supposed to be with me!” Suddenly, two men come into the room. The screaming from earlier had already prompted security to call.

“We got called for screaming?”

Pointing to (.....) Law quickly answers. “Her! She needs to leave!” Nodding and taking his word as fact, the security guards go to (.....).

“Ma’am, you need to leave. Please don’t make this harder than this has to be.”

“Don’t fucking touch me! I’m not leaving until I finish talking to Law!” (.....) turned her head towards Law, who stood by the door.

“Leave (.....) there's nothing to talk about.”

“No!” Pushing past the guards, (.....) tries to run up to Law, only to be stopped by security. “Get off me!” The sound of (.....)’s scream echoed throughout the hospital as she was dragged out of the hospital.

The whole encounter had Law shaken as he sat in his office and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Holy fuck…” Of the two years he’s dated (.....), never has he seen that side of her. It’s been so long since he’s broken up with (.....), yet with her reaction, it felt like it only happened yesterday. It was unnerving, to say the least.

DING

Pulling his phone from his pocket, he sees a text from you and lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. With a soft smile, he opens it.

“It sounds great.” A soft chuckle leaves Law’s lips before he replies and puts the phone back in his pocket.  Looking down at his desk, he couldn’t help but smile at the prospect of getting off work to see you once again.

-I made a drink inspired by you :)

-Is it good?

-Of course it’s good! I also made Bepo out of wiped cream

-Bepo’s not that fat

-One day, you’ll take off your rose-colored glasses. Does pasta sound good for dinner?

~~~

As the day turned into night and the street lights shown bright, it was finally time for you to go home. With all the rushes through the day and that emotional encounter with Eustass, the concept of home sounded heavenly.

Considering Killer left earlier for a doctor's appointment, you were the only one to close up. Thankfully, the rest of the day was quick and easy. There were no rude customers or rushes. It's the perfect night to be closing by yourself.

It also happened to be the first day you got the car you had saved enough money for and bought off the Facebook Marketplace. It was a beater, sure, but it was your first car. Taking the bus was fine for the first two months, but after almost getting robbed at the bus station, you decided it was time to face your fears and go get your driver's license.

You didn’t tell Law until it was all said and done because you wanted it to be a surprise. Even getting in to take your driver's test took eons. It was booked months out! So when you finally managed to take it, you made sure you passed that test. After that, you just had to save up. And now, you have a driver's license and a new car. There was a nick or two of missing paint, but you loved it.

As you close up shop, you notice something on your car's back window. Squinting your eyes, you let out a gasp at the sight of your back window shattered.

“No, no, no, no! What the hell happened?!” As you run up and get closer, your mouth drops open, and you can only look on in horror.

The closer you got, the worse it got. Instead of what you thought was just a broken window, you're met with your tires slashed, every window shattered, and horrible names carved into the side of your car. Glass shards covered the pavement around the car and in the inside of your seats. The metal of the car ruined as the words ‘bitch’ and ‘whore’ were carved into the car doors. Each headlight busted along with your mirrors.

The car you had spent so long saving up for and were so proud of is now reduced to nothing but a hunk of junk. As you stared at your car in horror, one thought ran through your mind. ‘Who could have done this?’

A feeling of unease fills your body as you look around the dark, empty parking lot. The only one there was you, and what was your car. Grabbing the store key from your key ring, you run back into the store. As soon as you lock the door behind you, you make a break from the security camera footage.

Logging into the computer, you click on today’s date and start recording. You put it on 2x speed as you scan carefully. It showed your co-worker opening the shop, and then a few others showed up before the customers. The day goes by before you show up. Now, you get even closer to the monitor, determined to figure out who would do such a thing.

Finally, at 7 p.m., you see a person dressed in all black emerge from the shadows. Trying to get a closer look at their face, you see they are wearing a mask, which makes you frown, but you continue.

You watched them pull out a knife from their pockets before slashing each of your tires. Zooming in, you watch as they use what you assume is a key to carve into your car. They go to both sides before getting up, looking around, and moving out of frame. Not even seconds later, the person comes back into the frame. Your mouth drops open as you watch them use a rock to violently smash your windows.

“What?! How did I not hear that?!” Switching to the inside security camera, you fast-forward to 7 p.m. to see what was happening. You immediately lower your head and let out a quick “God damnit” at the sight of you dancing to the music you had on blast while closing. 

Standing up straight, rage boiled in your veins as you kicked the nearby trash can “Fuck!” Looking down at the camera footage again, your heart stops when you see the hooded figure staring straight into the camera only minutes before you see what happened to your car. The shine of a knife in their pocket made you swallow the lump in your throat. 

You pull out your phone and get to Law’s number. “Come on, come on, come on!” The sound of the ringer going to voicemail causes a sweat to start. Ending the call with Law, you immediately try to call Killer. Every second you heard it ring, it felt as if you’re getting grey hairs. Yet just like Law’s, his, too, went voicemail.

You begin to panic as you try to think of anyone else to come pick you up or at least talk you through what to do. You didn’t have many friends. At least ones that you trust enough to give you a ride. Biting your lip, you start panicking before a number comes to you.

“No, I can’t call him.” You begin to pace around as you fight with yourself. Finally, after taking another look at your destroyed car in the camera footage, you dial the number.

“Please pick up the phone.” Crossing your fingers, your heart beats with every ring.

“Oi-”

“Eustass! Is this you?!”

“(Y/N)? What-”

“I know you said you're working late, but please, I need you to come to the cafe.”

“Are you okay? What’s going on?” Your breathing becomes ragged.

“It’s hard to explain, but I don’t feel safe right now and-”

“I’ll be right there. Stay inside the cafe till I get there, alright?”

“Alright.”

“I’ll see you in five.”

“Okay.” the call ends, and you look at the security footage and set it to live.

~~~

Like he said, it took only five minutes before you heard his car pull up. You watched him park up front and get out of the car, and only then did you go back outside. “Thank god you're here, Eustass.”

“Yeah, so am I. What happened? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Follow me.” You wave your hand for him to follow. As you stop in front of your car, you hear Eustass exhale before running his fingers through his hair.

“Holy shit, is this your car?” Nodding, you look at it with heartache.

“It was my car. But some hooded figure vandalized it while I was closing up shop. I couldn’t see their face or anything. What’s worse is that after they trashed it, they stared at the camera for a minute or two before leaving. They had a knife to slash my tires, and when they looked in the camera, they made sure I could see it.” Crossing your arms, you sigh as you think about it all.

“I didn’t even know you got your license. So this is a bigger shock than I originally thought.”

“I just don’t understand. Who have I done wrong to deserve this? Not to mention, I had just bought this car yesterday!”

“Maybe it was a case of the wrong car?”

“No one has a car like mine. At least that I work with.”

“How about you call the cops and have them check it?”

“That’s not a bad idea. But can you stay here until they come? I’m not sure I feel safe being alone…”

“Yeah, of course.”

~~~

Despite the cops taking forever to arrive, they managed to tow your car to the station as they took your story and the security footage. You gave them your number, and they said they’d contact you with any updates. This left you now in the passenger seat of Eustass’s car with a bag of McDonald's chicken nugget meal and a shake, taking a fry from the bag every once in a while.

“Don’t think I’ve ever seen someone look so depressed eating fries.” Eustass chuckles, trying to lighten the mood. “Do they taste bad?”

“They taste like 3,000 dollars down the drain.”

“Not very salty?”

Grabbing another fry from the bag, you pop it into your mouth. “No.” Laying your head down on the window, your eyes follow the street lights. “Thanks for taking me to get chicken nuggets and driving me home.”

“No problem. It’s been a day for you.” The tense silence was as overwhelming as the elephant in the room, suffocating.

“I got a dog.”

“Oh? I thought the place didn’t allow animals?”

“I moved a month after you left. Bigger place and allows animals.”

“What kind of dog?”

“It’s a pittie I found eating out of my trash can.”  You couldn’t help the small chuckle that left your lips.

“Probably smelled all the beef jerky wrappers and thought they were in for a snack. What’s their name?”

“Rocky.”

“Of course, you named them Rocky.” The two of you begin to argue playfully as you approach you and Law’s apartment. It felt nostalgic almost. Sitting in the car talking and arguing about whatever. But even if it felt nice to talk, the thought of Law and the way he looks at you has overtaken the spot in your heart the Eustass once owned.

As you once again enter the apartment's parking lot, a sigh left your lips. “Well, we’re here. Thanks again for staying with me and driving me home once again during all that.”

“It’s fine, I promise. I’ll see you sometime…?”

“Yeah…see you sometime.” Leaving Eustass’s car, you make your descent up the stairs.

Throwing his head back, Eustass stares up at the roof of his car. “Can’t believe I fucked it all up.” He sighs. Looking at your shared apartment with Law, Eustass rubs his eyes from the tears that threatened to spill. “Treat her better than I did, Law.”

~~~

Parking in his spot, Law gets out of his car and is finally ready to be home after such a long day. Looking around, he notices your car isn’t anywhere to be seen. Were you still out? Law scratched his head before walking upstairs.

As he unlocked the door, he heard cries and saw your shoes on the shoe rack. You were home but crying, and without the car, you were so excited about. Slowly closing the door, Law listened to your cries. It led him into the living room, where he saw you crying. A case of chicken nuggets was open, and a half-drank shake was on the coffee table. Tissues were overflowing the trash can.

“(Y/N)?” Taking a simple step, he sees the mascara running down your face. “Are you okay?”

“No! I’m not okay!” Plopping a nugget into your mouth while you sniffled. “My car got vandalized to the point I can’t drive it! I haven’t even had it for a full twenty-four hours!”

Law’s eyes widened at your words. “What? What do you mean vandalized?”

“My tires were slashed, windows busted, the side of my car carved with horrible names, and my mirrors and headlights smashed! Everything was destroyed!” Letting out a hiccup, you take a sip of your shake. “Then I fucking saw Eustass today, so that was perfect!” You huff.

“Really? Odd. I had (.....) at the ER today. That was a whole ordeal.-”

“That’s when I tried to call you and Killer. Neither of you answered, so I had to call Eustass to pick me up and bring me home!”

“I’m sorry (Y/N) if I had known…”

You sigh. “It's not your fault. It was just an awkward and horrible day.” Law looks at your form. He hasn’t seen you so distraught since the first day he took you to his place to stay.

Rubbing the back of his neck, Law looks at you. “Do you…want a hug?”

Nodding, you get up from your cocoon of blankets off the couch. “Yeah.” You wrap your arms around Law’s frame and begin to cry into his clothes. Wrapping his arms around you, Law delicately places his chin on your head. “It’s not fair.”

“Not it’s not. But I'm sure the police will find the asshole that did it.” Law tried to reassure you.

“I tried to check the camera at the cafe, but there was a hooded figure with a knife. They even looked into the camera and made sure I could see it.” You let out a shaky breath and hold him closer. “How did they know it was mine? I was the only one closing, and no one was there with me. What would have happened if they decided to break in or wait for me to leave the store?”

Rubbing your back, Law tries to comfort your worries. “You're home now. Your home, and I’m here.” He swallows the lump in his throat. “I promise. I won’t let anything ever happen to you.”

“Thank you, Law.”

~~~

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[kamwilliamsonn]

jealousy - Jessie Fleming

request : here

"Jess, hurry! we're going to be late!" you shouted up the stairs to your roommate.

the two of you met at UCLA when you were both 18, you from Australia, her from Canada, you became very close very quickly.

you'd both always felt a little more for each other than you'd let on, but when you both signed for Chelsea, it only made sense to move in together.

ignoring that your very protective captain lived just down the street and would take you in without so much of a mutter.

but you.. well you wanted to live with Jessie. is that a crime?!

"i'm sorry! i'm sorry! i didn't mean to take so long, i swear. i couldn't pick an outfit." she apologized as she ran down the stairs, stumbling straight into you as you held her waist to keep her stationary.

"it's alright, Jess, no need to worry, didn't think i'd see the day that you, of all people, struggled to find an outfit."

you're glad she took her time though.

wow.

"you look beautiful, n/n." she smiled at you, that smile that makes your heart leap out of your chest.

"let's get going, Freckles, you know Sammy won't be happy if we're late."

the wide eyed look she gave you before running out the door made you burst out laughing as you followed, hopping into the driver's seat and passing her the aux cord.

"there, my passenger princess, play something good, it's gonna set the mood for the whole night."

she blushes at the name but nods, finding your favourite night out playlist, and waiting for the noise to fill the silence.

throughout the night, Jessie couldn't help but notice all the drinks sent your way, you didn't flirt back with any of them, just sent them a smile and a thank you.

but seeing everybody swoon over you, seeing you entertain it with even a smile, made a small pout grow on her face.

her arms crossed over as she slouched into her seat, Niamh looking confused until she saw where her friend was looking, only laughing and patting her shoulder in response.

"just go talk to her, mate, everybody else can see that you're head over heels for each other, even Sam!" she said, louder than she'd thought, and right in Jessie's ear, making her cringe.

"wait- what- no- what do you mean-" Niamh got up and began to walk away, laughing at her best friend. "Niamh! what are you talking about!"

but as she stared at you once more, she couldn't stop thinking how much she wanted to be the one to buy you drinks and have you smile, to kiss you and just be happy.

with you.

the little amount of alcohol had given her a major confidence boost, even more so as she chugged the rest of it, as she went to the bar and bought you another drink - your favourite drink.

she brought it over to you and placed it in front of you, trying to smile charmingly, but it came out more nervous than anything else.

"Jess!" you cheered, happy that your favourite brunette was by your side. "i've missed you."

"you missed me so much you've been flirting with all these other people?" she knew you hadn't been, and even if you had been, it was none of her business.

she just wanted you to be hers.

you raised an eyebrow at her, and leaned in closer. "so what if I was, Freckles, you jealous?"

"of anybody who ever gets to see your smile." she muttered, her eyes flickering to your lips as she spoke.

they flickered back up, quick enough to watch your own eyes flicker down to her lips.

"Jess?"

"yeah, n/n?"

"please kiss me."

"i never thought you'd ask."

hi!! it's been AGES, but I got this request.. idek when, but I've just seen it and I love JFlem so much I couldn't even help it, it's not the longest or the best, but it's Jessie and I hope you all like it :)

[bellysoupset]

Sick Wendy during the holidays + Caretaker Vince. Fever, stomach bug and some much deserved belly rubs.

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"Honey," Wendy whispered, shaking Vince's shoulder lightly and he groaned, rolling away from her as much as the passenger seat allowed. She bit down a smile, shaking him harder, "Vince, wake up."

"Are we here?" he groaned, not bothering to open his eyes and Wendy opened a fond smile, rubbing his back. Vince had these terrible dark circles lately that were worrying her, but he swore everything was fine, he just couldn't get a good night of sleep. She decided to let him sleep.

"No," she whispered, leaning in to press a kiss to his curls, "we're at the gas stop, I'll be right back. Do you want anything?"

Nothing but a soft snore answered her.

It wasn't a hole-in-the-wall type of gas station. It was part of a much bigger chain and had a restaurant area, as well as a trinkets store and a coffee shop.

They had had breakfast back home and Wendy was still feeling quite full from it, but that didn't stop her from buying a large caramel latte, as well as a box of cupcakes for Vince, then took her sweet time browsing through the trinkets.

Everything was overpriced, since this was the last store before reaching town and they knew their clients were people who had forgotten to buy gifts, especially during holiday season.

Wendy smiled as she saw a beautiful headband, all bejeweled and with turquoise stones. She put it inside her basket, continuing to go through the products, while slurping on the rest of her coffee. Wendy grimaced as her straw hit the bottom of her plastic cup. She hadn't realized how fast she chugged it.

Her stomach gurgled, complaining, and she felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment, standing up straight and going to pay for the headband, as well as other useless trinkets she thought were cute.

Vince was awake once she got back to the car. He had jumped out and was leaning against the metal, hands shoved in his jacket's pocket, cheeks kissed by the cold and all pink, the tips of his curls poking out from under his black beanie were twirling with the wind.

"What you got there?" he asked, once Wendy moved closer. She handed him the box of cupcakes, the one she had already forgotten about and felt vaguely queasy as he opened it to reveal the icing covered goodies.

"Ooh, they look great... I'm starving," he reached for one, before pausing and frowning, "dairy free? I don't wanna shit my pants during Christmas, honey."

Wendy wrinkled her nose at his crass language, shifting on her feet. Her stomach was starting to throb and continuing to gurgle, "it's just the 20th," she told him with an eyeroll, then before Vince could interrupt, "and yes, they're dairy free."

"Uhm," he didn't need to hear anything else, all but shoving one of the tiny cupcakes whole in his mouth, "eel'goo."

"Ew," Wendy grinned, putting the other bags in the backseat and circling him, "switch with me?"

Vince nodded, still eating as he circled the car and then planting the box on her lap as he fixed the car seat and put them back on the road.

"These are actually great," he said happily, fishing another one from the box, left hand drumming on the steering wheel, "thank you... Aren't you gonna eat, Wen?"

Wendy's stomach squeezed at the thought and she shook her head, fighting to keep a smile on, "not hungry..."

"Are you sure?" Vince glanced at her quickly, before looking back to the road, "they have a red velvet one..."

"No, I'm good," Wendy stressed, fighting the urge to shove the cupcakes off her lap. She could smell them and all that sweetness was making her already unsettled belly even more so.

Vince frowned and seemed like he wanted to argue, but he didn't say anything, only ate another cupcake and kept driving. Wendy was graceful, her stomach was souring quickly and her head started to throb with the sweet scent filling the car.

It was snowing, so it wasn't like she could open a window and she mentally cursed, leaning back on her seat and closing her eyes, breathing through her mouth. Maybe she was just carsick, she could fight through it.

Her mouth felt sticky and she licked at her dry lips, gulping down and bouncing one of her legs anxiously, feeling the latte churn in her belly. In the cramped space of the car, she was sure Vince could hear all the little noises her stomach was making and Wendy felt terribly embarrassed on top of the nausea, trapped like a caged animal and wanting to put as much distance between them.

Vince's freezing hand upon her forehead startled her so much Wendy gasped and coughed, rushing to sit up straight.

"What-"

"You don't look so well, honey," he had slowed down and seemed to be looking for a spot to pull over, much to her dismay. The cupcake box had been closed and Wendy glanced around in search of it, finding it sitting in the backseat.

"I'm fine, I'm just..." there was cold sweat gluing her clothes to her back and Wendy groaned, squirming on her seat, "don't laugh," she said, wrapping an arm around her stomach and pushing his hand away from her face, "I drank a latte back at the stop and it's not sitting well."

"Oh," Vince sounded relieved, which only made her want to curl up more. Wendy pressed herself to the door, rocking her body slightly to keep her mind off the waves of queasiness and the pressure in the back of her throat, "why didn't you just say something, hon? Do you want me to pull over?"

"Nu-uh," Wendy shook her head, then brought up a hand to her mouth and muffled a little sick, airy burp, "no, I just want to get to Doveport as soon as possible..."

"We're fifteen minutes out," Vince planted a hand on the middle of her back, switching his attention back to the road, "think you can handle it?"

"God, stop-" Wendy groaned, leaning further in and breathing through her mouth, "stop babying me, it's my fault I feel like shit, Vince. I shouldn't have drank a freaking gas station caramel mocha."

Just the thought of it made her spine curl and Wendy gulped down as she could taste the sweetness all over again. She shuddered, again, goosebumps covering her skin.

"Don't be silly," Vince reached in the cupholder between them, passing her a water bottle, "it's not your fault, honey."

"Uhm..." the water was refreshing, but it landed on her stomach like a brick, immediately wanting out. Wendy's rushed to cup her mouth as her body betrayed her and yet another little burp rushed out, this one morphing in a gag at the end. She swallowed convulsively the sweet saliva pooling in her mouth, her throat seeming to refuse her.

"...Just a second..." she heard Vince say in the background and then the car came to a stop on the side of the road and he reached over her, pushing her door open when Wendy didn't move. She let out a groan, shaking her head, still in denial.

"Nooo..."

"I don't think you get a say on that, honey," Vin said sympathetically, knuckles brushing her cheeks, "c'mon, better out than in."

Her belly let out a nasty growl, a nauseating string of burbles rolling around and Wendy whimpered, giving in and turning on seat to hang out of the door.

She tugged on the ends of her pink scarf, tugging it off her neck and balling it up in one hand, the one squeezing the doorway. Her stomach turned once more and Wendy spat on the grey snow on the side of the road, knowing there was no chance to swallow it back down and not throw up.

Vince's hand was still in the middle of her back, rubbing soothing circles and she wanted to tell him to stop touching her, not when she was feeling this gross and embarrassed... Wendy let out a sick burp and whined, gulping the acid in the back of her throat.

"Let it up, honey, you'll feel better," Vince thumped her back lightly and she nearly snapped at him, when the motion only made her feel worse. She couldn't swallow it back down like this, as he forced up another belch... And then she puked a gush of beige vomit all over the snow.

Wendy coughed, squeezing her eyes shut and trying to spit the horrible taste in her mouth, without setting off another round. Her nausea didn't lessen, on the contrary, it only seemed to grow and grow... She nearly fell off the car with the strength of the next heave, vomiting a much larger amount as her belly squeezed with a cramp.

Vince had moved on his seat, so he could gently hold the pieces of hair away from her mouth with one hand, the other one planted on her shoulder to stop Wendy from taking a dive at the disgusting side of the road, and she let out a whimper at the realization he could see exactly what she could see, which was quite the gruesome sight.

"Stop- Stop touching me..." Wendy whined, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and falling back against her seat, wrapping one arm around her stomach. She was wearing a graphic sweater, as well as a thick baby blue skirt, with a belt around her middle. When they left home, the belt had been loose, but right now it felt like it was squeezing her in half.

However, just the idea of undoing it was too humiliating. Wendy gulped down nervously, shuddering again and wiping the little tears clinging to her lashes. She avoided Vin's worried gaze and his outstretched hand, holding the plastic bottle of water. Her fingers came back brushed with black and Wendy groaned again, imagining just how gross she looked, with her mascara all smeared.

"I'm so sorry," she sighed, wiping at her mouth and her eyes again, trying to regain a scrap of composure, "I'm sorry, this was disgusting, I just-"

"Oh, can it, Wen," Vince scoffed, cupping her face. His hands were freezing and they felt lovely against her cheeks, even if they made her shiver. Wendy whined, closing her eyes as her stomach continued to flip, not feeling one bit settled, although it was much emptier, "did getting that out of your system help?"

She nodded, lying, and Vince let out a huff, suddenly pressing a kiss to her brow, "I don't know if I believe it, you're the color of the snow."

Wendy gagged at the thought, "covered in sick and disgusting?"

"White," Vince corrected her with a chuckle, reaching over her to slam the door shut, "white like a bunny," he teased lightly, kissing her temple again, "take a minute, okay? We're not in a rush."

"We sort of are, though," Wendy sighed, but couldn't help but lean back on her seat with relief. Her stomach was still feeling horrible, churning ominously and she felt far from done. To makes matters worse, she was covered in sweat and couldn't seem to stop shaking, "I feel like crap."

"I'm sorry, honey," Vince rubbed her arm, then reached on the side of her seat, lowering it a little bit, "we're really almost home, just try and breathe, okay?"

That wasn't as reassuring as he thought it was. Home for Vince, sure, but to her it meant a much larger audience witnessing as she made a fool of herself, her stomach hellbent on emptying itself from the caramel latte and Wendy was terrified her intestines would join her body's riot against her. She wanted her own apartment, her own bed and bathroom and no audience.

Still, she didn't say it out loud, and true to Vin's words, not even 10 minutes later they were entering his street. Wendy lowered the mirror to get a look at herself, then cringed as she saw the smudged mascara around her eyes, and how pale she was. She quickly wiped the black vestiges away, grabbing the water bottle and taking some sips, swishing the water around to get rid of the horrible taste in her mouth and the puke breath. It was the best she could do.

The water had been a horrible idea, it added to the churning in her tummy, making her feel even more nauseous. She felt overly full and dizzy, but right now was not the time.

The front door opened and Vince's mom rushed out to pull her 6'4 baby into a hug, squealing when he pulled her off her feet. It was a heart warming scene and Wendy would've basked in it, wasn't it for the fact she could feel her belly squeezing again, her mouth watering.

"You too, c'mere," Ma said, tugging Wendy into a hug, "darling, I missed you... What's wrong?"

Wendy wanted to cry. She had hoped she could simply lie her way through and go up to Vin's room to curl up in his bathroom and die, but clearly his mother had other ideas. The woman cupped her cheeks, then touched her forehead, a wrinkle appearing between her brows, a frown forming. Ma looked every little bit like her son when she glared like that.

"I'm fine-"

"Mamma, she's alright," Vince interjected, noticing his girlfriend's pale face and weak, strained voice, "carsickness, that's all."

Carsickness was much less embarrassing than I-drank-a-fucking-side-of-the-road-latte-because-i'm-stupid-and-have-no-self-restraint, Wendy thought sourly, wincing.

Ma let out a little unhappy noise, "you poor thing," she pulled back, patting Wendy's arm, "come inside, lie down for a bit. I'll get you a ginger ale."

She mumbled another string of words, but that Wendy couldn't piece together since it was in italian. She hoped it was just amiable cooing, but Wendy's swirling thoughts couldn't help but feel like she was being judged.

Her parents would be judging the shit out of Vince if it was the other way around, the talking behind his back would simply never stop. It was hard to believe in Ma's genuine affection as she pushed Wendy inside the house and towards the couch, telling her to sit down and lean back her head.

"You'll feel alright in un attimo," the woman cooed, while Vince brought in the bags. He flashed Wendy a smile, crossing the living room to crouch in front of the couch.

"Sorry, mom's a lot," he whispered, pushing a strand of hair away from Wendy's eyes, "how's your belly?"

"I wanna die, Vince," Wendy answered him, her voice hoarse from the previous puking, "I'm sorry, this was so stupid- I don't know where my mind was."

Vince rolled his eyes, leaning in to kiss her forehead, "whatever do you mean, honey?" he cupped her face, thumb on her chin, "you couldn't possibly have guessed you'd get sick."

"It was gas station food, I definitely could have not eaten that," Wendy scoffed, wrapping an arm around her stomach as the thought made her all the more queasy. She hated that she could still just taste it.

Across the room there was a noise and then Livia rushed in, bundled up in a snow coat, grinning the whole way.

"VINNY!" She squealed, throwing herself over her brother with her whole body, causing him to almost fall on his back. He opened a big smile, kissing her cheek and moving his arms to Liv was sitting on his knee, her arms wrapped around his neck.

The little girl finally saw Wendy, still smiling as she said, "Hi principessa," she jumped from Vin's lap to press a kiss to Wendy's cheek, before frowning, "why are you sad?"

"Wendy's sick, bambi, leave her alone," Vince pulled his sister back, grabbing the little kid and throwing her over his shoulder, then turning to Wendy, "I'm gonna get you some water, do you think pepto would help?"

Wendy shrugged, she didn't feel like she could hold the medicine down, but it was worth a try. Vin let out a little sad, sympathetic sigh, before whispering, "be right back."

She let out a groan once he was out of sight, curling up on the couch and trying to figure if she could get away with leaving the living room or if it'd be too rude. Her stomach was sloshing uncomfortably and she still couldn't stop shivering.

"Here," Sophia's voice startled her and Wendy glanced up from her curled up position, in time to see Vince's cranky teenager sister drape a blanket over her.

It made her heart sink and Wendy opened a strained smile, "thank you..." she said, her voice all raspy. Sophia blushed, shrugging.

"Do you need anything else?" she reminded Wendy of Jonah and Wendy smiled at the thought, pulling the blankets tighter around her. She wanted Vince, but he had only been gone for ten minutes, so it was too pathetic to say out loud.

"No, I'm fine. Thank you, Soph."

Still Sophia hung around, uneasily shifting her weight from foot to foot, clearly wanting to do more but unsure of what. She was thankfully interrupted by Vince coming back, a thermos in one of his hands, as well as a ceramic mug held only by his pinky around the handle, the little bottle of pepto bismol sitting inside of it.

"Mamma made some peppermint tea, honey," Vince said, messing Sophia's hair as he circled around her to get to the couch and causing his sister to hiss and shove his back.

Wendy groaned at the prospect of drinking anything, especially something sweet, when her stomach already felt like it was crawling up her throat. She turned on the couch, pressing her lips tightly closed and breathing deeply through her nose, looking at the ceiling.

"I know you don't wanna drink anything right now, but this could help," Vince said, sitting on the ground in front of her. Even sitting down a level lower than her, he was still taller. Wendy sighed, pulling the ends of the blanket and shaking her head.

"I don't... I don't think so, Vin..."

He pouted, then leaned in to push a stray hair away from her eyes and his brows dipped into a frown, "oh Wen, you're really warm..."

She leaned forward, planting her forehead to his hand and still taking measured breaths, as her stomach started to feel more and more uneasy, "that..." her mouth pooled with overly sweet spit and Wendy gulped it down, "that'd-explaininnit..." she slurred, the words barely forming. Her face felt numb.

"Vin..." Wendy heard Sophia saying, but she was far too nauseous to pay any attention. It felt like the couch was swaying... Her throat constricted as if she couldn't breathe and up came another wave of vomit.

This time it was much chunkier and harder to get up and Wendy was left gasping for air and crying when she finished off the first round, her stomach still flipping inside of her, letting out a little acrid burp. She couldn't bring herself to open her eyes, sure she had just thrown up all over her boyfriend's parent's living room, probably ruining his mom's rug.

"I'm-" Wendy hiccupped, her head throbbing in the same rhythm as her belly churned, "fuck, i'm so-sorry..." there were tears streaming down her face and Wendy started to openly cry as she felt Vince shush her, pulling her closer to him. Her forehead met his chest or his tummy, she wasn't sure, she only knew she could smell the fabric softener in his hoodie and that it was soft and inviting... And she was probably ruining it with tears and drool.

"Soph, potresti prendere il...?"

"Sí, sí-"

Whatever Vince said to his sister, suddenly Wendy was no longer half covered by the blanket and his arms were wrapping around her, one under her legs, the other around her back, lifting her up.

"No-" Wendy groaned, as he moved so her head could rest on his shoulder, "no, Vin, I'm-" her belly contracted painfully and Wendy muffled a burp against his chest, gasping for air, "stooop..."

"Sorry, doll," Vince whispered back, his voice rough with concern. Wendy groaned louder at the movement of him carrying her, probably up the stairs judging by the up and down that was making her head spin.

"I'm gonna... Vince, wait-" Wendy complained weakly, trying to warn him she was about to be sick again. He sped up, but didn't show any other sign of having heard her and Wen let out a frustrated noise, trying to pull back from his hold.

"No, hon, don't do that," Vince said softly and then hit a light switch and Wendy realized they had just entered his bathroom. It was just a cramped and messy as she remembered it.

He put her down gently in front of the sink and Wendy let out a sob as she noticed a wet dark patch on his hoodie, already wiped at, "oh no-"

"It's alright," Vince tugged his sweater off, balling it up and throwing it under the sink, closing the distance between them so he could pull her hair into a low ponytail.

"Did I..." She leaned heavily over the sink, squeezing her eyes shut against the mounting nausea, "did I puke on your mom's couch...?"

"No, just my lap," Vince teased her lightly, planting a kiss to her temple, and Wendy groaned, letting out a tiny airy burp.

"It's not funny," she scoffed, voice thick with tears and wanting for the ground to open up. She caught Vin rolling his eyes on the mirror.

"Wendy, you're sick, sweetheart. My family adores you, please don't worry about this..." he rubbed her back, "can you get in the shower? I think your fever is up..."

"Uhm," Wendy folded in half, pressing her forehead to the cold sink and shivering violently, "maybe... Do you- Can you give me some space? Please?"

Her belly was still a mess and she had never felt so mortified before, but she knew she'd feel even worse just stripping in front of him. Vince let out a little unhappy noise, his hand still planted in the middle of her back.

"I can... But I'm gonna be right outside, okay? And please don't lock the door."

"Okay," she sniffled, tearing up, "can you get me some clean clothes, please?" Her belt was still squeezing the hell out of her upset tummy and her sweater and skirt felt like they were glued to her sweat covered body. Vince nodded, kissing the top of her head.

"Of course, doll. I'll get you something comfy. You can use my towel, I'll get another one later."

"Thank you," she waited for him to step out and then Wendy's flimsy hold on her self control all but crumbled. New tears sprung up and she immediately started stripping, despite feeling sluggish and awful. The sensation of the clothes was constricting and she especially hated it rubbing on her belly, reminding her how bloated she was.

The hot water took a second to heat up and Wendy shivered violently hugging herself and sitting on the closed toilet in just her panties. Her belly was sore as fuck and she could still hear it let out all sorts of noises, bubbles shifting under her hand.

The warm shower did wonders to how gross she was feeling and relaxed the muscles of her back, but did absolutely nothing to the woozy feeling, except make it worse. She stumbled slightly, pressing her forehead to the cold tiles and letting the hot water run down her back, trying to find any strength to shut it off and walk out.

Instead, her legs were feeling more and more like jelly. Wendy breathed through her mouth as the bathroom spun around her and slowly slid down to a crouched down position, doing her best to not fall on her ass.

Her stomach flipped and she gagged, barely having to heave for more frothy yellow bile to spill out of her and get washed away by the water. There was a knock on the door, Vince's muffled voice calling out her name.

Wendy let out a groan, washing her mouth with shaky hands and tried to get up, only to find out that she couldn't. Instead she sat on her ass and curled up her knees, hoping Vin would overlook her request for privacy and enter the bathroom, because she was seeing a whole new collection of black dots and stars.

She didn't hear the door opening, but she did hear Vince's loud voice exclaim "WENDY!" and then she felt water hitting her face... And next she woke up she was freezing cold.

Wendy didn't think she had been out for more than a couple minutes, because Vin hadn't moved her. He had shut off the water and she was curled up in his arms, shivering violently and he was talking in rapid fire italian-english with someone...

The thought that she was naked in front of his family was enough to have Wendy waking up from any slumber. She whined and tried to move, only to feel Vince's arms squeeze around her, keeping her put. He let out a relieved sigh, "thank fucking God, Wendy..." and only then did she realize he had wrapped her up in a bathing robe.

Ma Monacelli was standing in the doorway, with a phone pressed to her cheek and Wendy dizzily blinked, trying to get a hold of the situation. She couldn't make sense of what his mom was saying and it took her a minute to realize it wasn't in english.

"What... What's your mom..." Wendy grumbled, squirming again. Vince helped her sit up slightly against him, his hands never leaving her once. She realized his curls were glued to the side of his face and his cheeks were blazing red and he was shivering too, water clinging to his lashes... He had gotten in the shower with her.

"She's talking with the doctor. It's better if you don't move yet or you'll get lightheaded," he rubbed her back quickly, in order to produce warmth and Wendy groaned, curling up further.

"No, don't- I don't need a doctor," she whined, shaking her head, "really, I just need to go to bed... It was just- Just the hot water..."

Ma lowered the phone, looking almost angry, "no, we're calling Dr. Bianchi, she's not well."

Wendy felt a small flare of annoyance. She was right there.

Vince probably sensed it, because he interrupted his mother's next words, by saying in a calm voice that didn't belong him, "mamma, we're crowding her. Let me just get Wendy settled in bed and we can discuss a doctor."

Magda crossed her arms, face all scrunched up as if she wanted to argue, "I'm worried, you can't just-"

"Ma," Vince said in a steady, rougher voice that Wendy had never heard him use with his mom. The woman sighed, before nodding and stepping out of the bathroom. She left the door open, but Wen could clearly hear as she shut the bedroom door, having fully left the suite.

"I'm sorry," Wendy whispered, "I didn't mean to make you fight your mom..."

"She'll live," Vince rolled his eyes, pushing the wet hair away from her face, "how are you? Can we move to the bedroom?"

"Dizzy," she answered him honestly, shuddering from cold, "freezing."

"Figures," Vince snorted and Wendy could hear the wind howling outside, probably it had started to snow again, "and your stomach?"

"Still feels really sick," she admitted, "but empty."

"I'm gonna count that as a win," Vince's shoulders dropped and she could clearly see how worried he was, the deep concern lines all over his face, "I'm gonna get you up, okay?"

Very slowly they made their track back to his room and Vince promptly sprung into action as soon as Wendy was sitting on his bed. He grabbed a matching set of his old hoodies in the wardrobe, instead of the suitcase, and crouched down before her.

"What... Why....?" Wendy frowned, confused and trying to understand what he was doing through the brain fog caused by the fever, the headache and the nausea. Vin tapped her knee lightly, sliding his large pants over her legs.

"It's warmer than your stuff," he explained, "and won't squeeze your tummy. Besides, if you end up being sick on it, it's no big deal, these are super old and don't fit me anymore."

"Uhm..." Wendy felt boneless as he removed the bathrobe and slide the hoodie over her head, "can you cuddle me...? I don't want you to get this, but I-"

"Honey," Vince chuckled slightly, pressing a kiss on the corner of her mouth, then over her lips, "we're so past that, don't worry about it. Besides, I never get sick."

"That's a lie," Wendy scoffed, but she couldn't fight the warm sensation that spread all over her as Vince pushed her against the pillows and tugged on the blankets so it was draped over her.

"Just let me change," he whispered, the moved around again. Wendy was too tired to follow him with her eyes, she felt weak and still disgusting, so instead she closed her eyes and hoped Vince would be back soon enough.

She woke up with the bed moving. Now she was warm, for the first time in hours, so warm she was sweating. Wendy could tell she was lying against Vince, because while his tummy was soft, it was much sturdier than the pillow that had been under her head previously. His fingers were running through her hair and he was speaking in a soft voice.

Too soft.

"You can't be here, bambi, you'll get sick too," he was whispering and Wendy forced her eyes open, noticing Livia was sitting on the foot of the bed, looking terribly worried. She was clad in a footie pajama, holding a stuffed bear to her lap, her little hand tracing over Wendy's.

"I don't care," Liv pouted, "is Wendy dying?"

"No," Vince scoffed, stroking Wendy's cheek, still unaware she was awake, "it's just a tummy bug, she'll be fine in a couple of days."

"Are you sure?" Liv squinted at him, then studied Wendy's face. Wen was thankful for the dark room, she wasn't ready to be awake just yet.

"Yes, Liv," Vince smiled, then moved slightly on the bed, so he could slide out from under Wen, "c'mon, let's go to bed, okay?"

He picked up Livia and she whined, but threw her arms around his neck, complaining as he carried her out of the room.

Once more alone, Wendy rolled on the bed, so she was flat on her back. Her muscles were all aching and her belly specifically was hurting, as if she had done a bunch of crunches, as well as if it was still stuffed with food, which she knew it wasn't.

She pushed herself up against the pillows, letting out a sigh of relief as she realized Vince had left the thermos and a bottle of water sitting on the bedside table, as well as there was a trashcan on the ground, within her reach.

Wendy took a tentative gulp of water and when that didn't immediately upset her belly, she took a larger one. It sat like a brick in her belly and she still felt terribly queasy, but at least it didn't immediately want out.

"Hey," Vince whispered, entering the room again, "you're awake."

"Just barely," Wendy smiled, kicking the blankets so he could join her. Vince didn't come cuddle her, instead he grabbed a thermometer sitting right next to the water bottle and handed it to her.

"Just for my peace of mind," Vince said, planting a hand on her forehead, "but you're not that warm anymore, I think it broke while you slept."

"Uhm," Wendy leaned on his touch, "is your mom pissed at me....?"

"Pissed at you? She was so worried she was considering calling 911, doll, she is not pissed at you. She made dad go to the store, did you know they sell gatorade in six packs?"

Wendy's cheeks caught on fire, "oh no... I really didn't mean to-"

"Wen," Vince rolled his eyes, pushing her mouth shut so the thermometer could get a good reading, "we all love you, you're not a bother. We're just worried."

"Uhm," Wendy sighed, waiting until the little device beeped. A low grade fever, but not that high. Vince's shoulders dropped in visible relief and he leaned forward, his forehead meeting her lap.

"You worried the shit out of me, Wendy."

"I'm so-"

"No, stop, stop," he glared at her, pushing her back against the pillows, "stop apologizing, okay? Just let me take care of you."

"You really shouldn't have to, it's Christmas..."

"You don't even celebrate Christmas," he chuckled, kissing her cheek and then moving on the bed, kicking off hsi flip flops so he could get closer to her, "can I rub your belly?"

Wendy's cheeks caught on fire and she awkwardly bit her lip, unsure if she wanted him to touch it or not. The idea of a soothing belly rub sounded amazing, but she still felt so gross and so... So disgusting. She didn't want Vin to come to this realization too...

"You think too much," he whispered, pushing her hoodie up slightly. His hands were really warm and he rubbed them together before planting them on Wendy's bloated, upset tummy.

The organ let out a growl and Wendy pressed her hands to her face, her cheeks aflame, but still she didn't push him back and Vince kept at it. He rubbed it in steady, slow circles and caused her to let out a little burp.

Vin glanced up, worried, but Wendy only shook her head as if to say she was fine. He smiled, then leaned in and planted a kiss on her belly, "I'm glad you're feeling better."

"Not that much better," Wendy said, her heart stuttering as she felt him plant a bunch of little, fluttery kisses all over her tummy. Vince chuckled, his laugh vibrating against her skin.

"No? How can I help?"

Wendy pressed her knuckles to her mouth, biting down a delighted smile at his teasing tone, "don't stop."

"Not planning on it, honey."

[winchester-girl67]

Wild Hearts (Part 3)

Summary: After a day of sand surfing, Dean surprises Y/N after a couple too many drinks. Things go awry when she tries to help him and she finds herself stepping in between him and his father. 

Masterlist

Pairing: AU!Dean x reader 

Word Count: 4,238 

Warnings: underage kiss, age gap (reader is 16, Dean is 20 but closer to 21), physical abuse by a parent, violence, injury/blood, mentions of death and alcoholism, John is an asshole in this one, underage drinking, drunk!Dean, protective!Dean, language, slow burn, angst, a little heartbreak, mutual pining, a bit of fluff 

A/N: Even though this is the last part of the main plot, their story is only half over. 

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You shoved your beer in the sand and took a bite of your hotdog. Two bites later, Dean sat down next to you. You felt him side eyeing you but you didn't look over, you stared out at the horizon instead. 

"Are you that mad at me?" He asked with a quiver in his voice. "I fucked up, I'm sorry." 

You swallowed the last of your hotdog, "What are you talking about?"

"In the Jeep, my comment about your uniform, I swear I didn't mean it to come out that way. I figured you'd be mad, so I'm trying to give you space. But now you look just as upset as you were last night." He sniffled and shifted his eyes to the horizon, then back again. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, steeling his jaw. 

"I'm not mad," you said, turning to face him. 

The others were far enough away that they couldn't overhear and only echoes of laughter met your ears. The sunlight shone down on Dean and you could see the layers of colours under his skin from where his father had hit him. And you felt the need to ease the tension. 

"You lied," you teased, shaking your can of beer that was nearly half empty now, "Chocolate's still better." You smiled and held out the can for him, "Want the rest?" 

He nodded and took the can from you, "I can take you home, if you want?" He still thought you were mad. 

You shook your head, "I haven't tried sand surfing yet. Could you still show me how? I'm scared I won't be able to stop and wipe out."

"Yeah, of course." He stood up and reached down a hand for you. You grabbed it and he hoisted you up to your feet, "Still friends?"

"Still friends." You smiled and this time he returned the gesture. "You can't get rid of me that easily, Dean." 

He chuckled, "Good because I tend to fuck up more than once." Then he let go of your hand like he'd forgotten he was holding it and chugged the half a beer you gave him. 

The others stuck around while Benny grilled seconds and you and Dean headed out to where they'd left the boards. Dean handed you one and you shuffled your feet into the bindings as if they were slippers. Dean did the same with his own board and stood so he was facing you. 

He grabbed your hands to keep you upright when you started to fall backwards, "Keep your knees bent and weight centred, okay?" You nodded and looked down the edge of the sand dune. It looked much steeper now than when you were further away. "Y/N, look at me." He smiled and it instantly made you feel better, "I won't let go, okay? We're just gonna ride straight down and once the ground levels out the board stops pretty fast on its own, not like in the snow." You nodded again, assuming there was more friction with sand so that made sense. "Ready?" 

He started to shift you both towards the edge of the dune, "Wait! Wait. How do I stop?" 

He chuckled when you squeezed his hands tighter, "You won't need to but it's real simple, you just lean back on your heels and lift your toes. Turning depends on how deep the sand is but you shift your weight to your front foot and move your hips the way you wanna go." He explained and you repeated his words in your head, slightly more confident you could attempt a stop or a turn if you needed to. "Ready this time?" 

"As I'll ever be," you laughed nervously and fixed your grip on his hands. 

One last shift and the boards started to glide down the dune, sand kicking up between you and covering the edges of the boards. Your speed increased and your hair whipped back in the wind and tickled your neck. It was a freeing feeling and you shut your eyes for a moment to bask in the feel of it. Trusting Dean not to let go and he didn't, even when your toes bumped together every now and again. Then the ground levelled out and you came to a stop. 

"How was your first time?" Dean asked, releasing your hands and slipping his feet from the bindings before he whipped his head up and raised his hands. Realizing what he'd just asked. "I didn't mean- I can't stop putting my foot in my mouth." 

"Dean, it's fine, I know what you meant and it was fucking awesome! Can we go again?" 

He laughed silently and chewed his lip, "Uh-huh." He nodded and you collected your board and followed after him as he climbed back up the dune. 

You rode down the dune with Dean as training wheels a couple more times until you felt comfortable enough to try it on your own. The last run you'd challenged him to a race and were now sprawled out on the side of the dune after colliding and wiping out. Luckily, it was near ground level and neither of you got badly hurt. Just a couple of bruises both of you would be proud to bare in a day or two. 

You stared up at the grey clouds rolling in overhead, a storm was coming. "Do you think it'll pass?" 

"Probably not," Dean said, following your gaze and getting his breath back after you'd winded him by landing on him. "Wasn't on the radar earlier though." 

You rolled over to face him and propped your head on your hand. Both your boards had been dislodged in the fall and lay a couple yards away at the bottom of the dune. Dean grinned up at you and booped you on the nose. His smile reached his eyes and his injuries, new and old, were forgotten. 

"How long do we have," you asked, knowing he'd have a better sense having lived his whole life in this town. 

"Half hour, tops." 

"Hmm," you flopped back down next to him using his arm as a pillow and feeling the heat of his chest radiate off him. "But I'm not ready to leave yet." 

"Me either," he breathed and dipped his head when you looked at him. 

Then his lips fit over yours and he kissed you gently. His touch was so soft that you barely felt the pressure of his lips before they were gone. He waited half a breath, green eyes searching yours, then kissed you again. 

Dean was leaning over you now, his breath ghosting over your lips before he kissed you a third time and the reality of it all finally sunk in. It wasn't that you didn't want this, you did, but it would come at a cost. One you weren't willing to let Dean pay. 

You pushed on his chest and separated your lips, "Stop." 

"I'm sorry," Dean scrambled off you and crumbled to the ground a couple feet away. "I'm so sorry, Y/N. I-I didn’t..." 

"Hey, Dean," you placed your hand on his shoulder, his back facing you. "It's all right, I'm not upset that it happened, but you do understand why it can't happen again, right?" 

Thunder sounded overhead, rumbling the ground beneath you and a minute later the Jeep was pulling around the dune to pick you and Dean up. Dean collected the boards and tossed them in the trunk, letting you climb into the backseat before he slid in after you. You wished you had a chance to talk to him without the others around. You didn't want to leave things with him like that but you didn't have much choice. 

You sat in bed after dinner, drying your hair with a towel and staring at your phone. You figured once you got the sand out of every crevice of your body you'd be able to think clearer but it had been hours now and you still couldn't decide what you wanted to text Dean. And then an ellipses popped up, Dean was typing... 

Dean: Have you ever seen Ferris Bueller's Day Off?

Y/N: Um, yeah. Why? 

Dean: Come outside. 

Y/N: It's pouring out. 

Y/N: ?!

Dean: ...

You hopped out of bed and tugged on your raincoat, slipping outside unseen as your parents had gone to bed and your brother was either playing video games or chatting with the blonde over video chat in his room. 

Dean spread out his arms when he saw you and stumbled over from leaning against Baby. His father's beloved car was parked in your driveway and a strange ugly butterfly fluttered in your stomach. You wanted to vomit after everything Benny had told you. 

"Don't," you pushed a very drunk Dean away when he tried to hug you. He pouted and fell back against the hood of the Impala, letting the rain soak through his clothes. "What did you do?" 

The front bumper of the car was smashed in like he'd kicked the damned thing and a headlight was shattered beyond repair. No way he could hide this from his father. But maybe if he was lucky, his father would think he'd done it by driving home drunk, as it seemed he often did. 

"Remember the Ferrari? The car in the movie. I've had dreams about doing that to his precious Baby." Dean said, looking down at the damage he'd done and laying his palm flat on the hood. "I tried, but I can't. I love her, too. I can still see my mom in the front seat, reaching over to baby Sammy the day we brought him home from the hospital. It broke him when she died. My father. He wasn't always like this."

"It's not the car's fault your father is an ass, Dean. It's okay to love her." He met your eyes and you could tell he was aching for a hug. So you gave him one. "It's not your fault either, you know." 

He squeezed his arms around you as his body shook and he sniffled. You rubbed your hands over his shoulders and he buried his face in your neck, reeking of booze. He couldn't drive home on his own and you needed to get Baby back in his driveway if there was any chance Dean was getting away with this. 

It took some convincing but you finally got Dean to let you go. You carted him over to the passenger side and pushed him in the seat. Then ran around and crawled in behind the wheel. You might not have had a license, but you knew how to drive, theoretically. You only failed the written driver's test anyway, which was more technical, and you were sure you'd ace the practical when it was time. 

Of course to do that you needed your learner's permit in order to practice driving. So aside from that one time your dad let you drive in circles around an empty parking lot, you didn't have much practice or knowledge about how cars worked; your love for pre-seventies muscle was purely aesthetic and luckily, Baby was an automatic. So you managed to get the Impala backed out onto the street easily enough and headed in the direction towards Dean's house. The hardest part was keeping your speed steady without watching the odometer the entire time. 

Then the rain picked up and coated the windshield so thick you couldn't see and you fiddled with the controls until you got the wipers going full speed. Dean wasn't much help and leaned over until his head was in your lap and he passed out. 

You were only a street away when you ran a hidden stop sign and saw red and blue lights flashing in the rearview mirror. You panicked as you pulled over to the side of the road. You we're screwed, Dean was fucked and there was no way Baby was making it home. 

You were stuck sitting in the waiting area of the police station for several hours. Dean had been carried off to a cell in the back where, presumably, he could sleep it off and your parents disappeared into an office the moment they'd first arrived and had yet to reemerge. You twiddled your thumbs and smoothed out your old pyjama bottoms, the ones with the Hello Kitty pattern. 

A tall, broad man entered the station and carried himself up to the front desk in oil stained work boots. He tapped on the wood impatiently, the whites of his eyes as red as his nose. He told the officer his name was John Winchester and he was there to pick up his son. You didn't think anything of it, you two couldn't have been the only kids in trouble that night. But then the officer escorted a slightly less drunk Dean into the waiting area and your heart threw up into your throat. 

You never asked what Dean's last name was. Winchester?

Dean locked eyes with his father from across the room as if he could feel his presence before anything else. He didn't glance around so he didn't see you and hung his head as he walked over to his father. You didn't hear what he said to him, but Dean hunched his shoulders even lower. And then they headed for the door. 

Sure, Dean got drunk, Dean stole his father's car and drove Baby to your house, and then Dean let a minor without a license drive while he was passed out in the passenger seat; but Dean hadn't got caught, you did. You should've been in more trouble than him and in a way you were -then Dean glanced back at you and mouthed 'I'm sorry' and followed his father outside- and you knew you weren't. 

You wondered, if an accident instigated the bruises Dean already had when you met him, then what would something intentional provoke. You thought for sure he'd have a cast the next time you'd see him and the old bruising would be refreshed, but then you thought of that scar. The scar you'd only seen a part of and a shiver ran through your jaw.

John might very well kill his son tonight. You might never see Dean again. 

At that thought, you were out of your seat and rushing for the door that Dean and his father had left through only moments ago. The officer at the desk shouted something behind you but you didn't stop as you skirted past him. 

You burst outside and scanned the parking lot, spotting a tow truck running with Baby hooked up to the back and you sprinted towards it. You heard shouting coming from inside the cab and then what sounded like a struggle. You climbed up the cab and ripped the door open. You grabbed Dean by the arm and wrenched him away from his father. 

Dean spilled out onto the pavement and you helped him to his feet. His lip bled where it split again and his left eye was clamped shut. You dragged him back towards the station but only got so far before you heard John spit and shout as he exited the cab and rushed after you. 

Dean grabbed you by your waist and shoved you forward, away from his father. Then turned around to face him, putting himself between the two of you. Protecting, like he always did, only now it was with you instead of Sam. You tried to tug his arm but he shook you off and stared down the beast of a man barreling after you both. 

John tackled Dean to the ground and pinned him to the pavement. It wasn't a fair fight, John was in a different weight class and just as his fist was about to make contact with his son's jaw for a second time, you screamed and jumped on his back, choking him from behind with the crook of your elbow. He cursed and you yanked hard on his ear with your free hand, digging your nails into the skin until the tips were sticky with blood. 

You heard shouting that didn't come from any of you and a rush of footsteps before you were ripped from John's back and thrust into your mother's arms. She held you tight as you tried to get back to Dean but two other officers were already separating the two of them and wrestling John to the ground, cuffing him. 

Anger and fear surged through your veins until all you could hear was your own heartbeat and you pried your mom's hands from your arms. 

You rushed towards Dean as he stood up and buried yourself in his chest. He groaned and bent his shoulders as he hugged you back. His cheek resting against your hair as he breathed you in. He was safe. 

It was over, as far as you were concerned, Dean and Sam could live with you until Sam aged out. You'd even give up your room, you didn't care. Your parents were fair people, they wouldn't make him go back to a home like that. Not now that they've seen it. 

You didn't realize you were crying until Dean shushed you and locked his hands behind your back. You were supposed to be comforting him, not the other way around, but he didn't seem to mind. 

It turned out John had already had a couple of offences when he was arrested and taking a swing at the officer detaining him was the last straw. He was going to prison, not for as long as he deserved but long enough for Sam to age out. They wouldn't have to worry about him for a while, but they needed a place of their own to start building a life rather than staying where they were and paying off their father's debt. 

So it didn't come as a surprise to you when a week later you saw Dean leaning back against Baby as he waited outside of your school, after your last class cut out. Sam was in the passenger seat and you couldn't even see in the back with all of their stuff crowding it. 

They were leaving. 

Dean's eyes followed you as you walked over to him, "Is this where you beg me to come with you?" You asked. 

He laughed silently, "I thought you'd beg me to stay." 

You sighed and played with your plaid skirt, remembering Dean's comment about your uniform almost made you smile, "So, where are you headed?" 

"Our Uncle Bobby and Aunt Jody's place over in Sioux Falls, they're not blood relatives but she and my mom used to be close, so they said we could crash with them for a while since they have a suite above their garage. And Bobby has his own auto-shop so he offered me a job." He explained with a sad smile but hope in his eyes for the first time since you'd met him. 

"How's Sam feeling about the move?" You asked, noting his forlorn little brother gazing out the window at nothing in particular. 

"He's not thrilled about being separated from Ruby." He leaned in close and whispered, "She's not a great influence on him, though. Bit of a pothead." You laughed and he bit his lip, "This is a good look for you, by the way." 

"I was wondering how long it would take you to comment." You blushed and spun around so your skirt flared and showed off your knee high socks. "I'm gonna miss you. This place is going to be so boring without you." 

"We'll see each other again." Dean cocked his head and brushed his lips to your cheek in a soft kiss, "I promise. This isn't the end for us."

"Don't forget about me." 

"That's not possible," his hands found your shoulders and he pulled you in for a hug, clutching you to him. "I wish we met sooner."

"You would've just left sooner." You said, holding him just as tight.

"Maybe, maybe not." 

"You'd still be too old." You teased. 

"Maybe you're too young." 

You sighed when he drew back, "You're taking Baby?" 

"Yeah," he glanced back at the car and the damage he'd done, "I have some amends to make with her and if my father wants her back when he gets out, he'll have to find me first." 

"You deserve her more than him," you said and he shifted on his feet, his chin quivering. "Text me when you get to Sioux Falls."

"Still gonna worry about me?" 

"Every-damn-day. So you better keep in touch." 

He cleared his throat and kissed your forehead, "Goodbye, Y/N."

You shook your head, you couldn't say ‘goodbye’, it would feel like forever. "I'll see you soon." You started to back away and head towards where your brother's car was parked. 

"Oh- uh, Y/N. Hold on!" He opened his car door and grabbed a package from the seat. "Don't open it now." He handed you a gift wrapped in newspaper. 

"I can't say goodbye again, Dean." 

"Then don't." He brushed a lock of hair behind your ear and turned around. 

You heard the familiar rumble of Baby's engine and lifted your teary gaze to see them take off down the road. Then Dean beeped the horn twice as a final goodbye and you burst into a half laughing, half teary-eyed mess. 

You didn't even attempt to reign it in for your brother's sake as you slid into the passenger seat with Dean's gift on your lap. You toyed at the edge of the newspaper and ripped it open. It was a framed picture of you and Dean sand surfing, although the boards weren't in the picture. It was before he kissed you, he'd taken a selfie after you wiped out with him the first time, insisting he needed to document the first time you laughed that day. 

"Are you okay? Do I need to beat his ass?" Your brother asked when you cried even harder. He was up to speed on everything, Dean's home situation and what had happened at the police station, so he was being an ass but a sweet ass. You just shook your head and showed him the picture. "I'm sorry, Y/N, I don't think I've ever felt that way about someone." Then he patted your shoulder awkwardly, but it was a start. A start at rebuilding a bond with your brother in light of recent events. 

You jumped out of the car when you got home, beelining for the garage. You picked up a hammer and nail and headed inside, brushing past your father. Who was making a point at being home more since the police station and he followed after you with a concerned look. 

You got to your room, picked the first wall you saw and tapped the nail into the sheetrock until only the head stuck out, your father watching silently as you did so. You smiled and dropped the hammer onto the bed, then hung up your first picture frame in your new home. It was only five-by-seven and looked tiny on the wall, but you didn’t care. It made your room cozy and warm. Then you dug out some moving boxes from your closet and started to unpack. Finally. You’d been dragging your feet since the move in the spring and left non-essentials packed away. 

"Are you working this Sunday?" You asked as you opened one of the boxes and started pulling things out and piling them on your bed. 

"I don't have to. Why? Is there something you wanna do?" Your father asked, leaning in the doorway. 

"There's a car show at the park," you suggested and cocked your head. 

"Count me in," he smiled and dug your phone out from his pocket. They'd taken it away in an attempt to ground you but they'd forgotten it was connected to your laptop the whole time. "Mom and I talked and we don't feel right about not being able to reach you." He handed the phone back to you. "No more stunts like last week, you scared the daylights out of us. We didn't know what to think when we got that phone call." 

It might've been the forced perspective that brought your family together but it took more than that in the long run. You realized at some point you stopped trying to connect with them too. And in order to reconnect, they had to try but you had to try too. Like making a house a home, it didn’t just happen overnight, someone had to take the first step and everyone had to put in the effort. Life gets busy and you take love for granted; it shouldn’t have took a wakeup-call to bring your family back together, someone should’ve taken that first step long before but you could learn from it and make an effort in the future. 

The text from Dean came later the next day. 

Dean: We made it! If you see Benny, please tell him to stop sending me pictures of the ocean. I get it already! But it's hard enough and this is better for Sam. And it won't be forever. 

You didn't want to believe him, but it felt good to; so you did. Hope wasn't something to be afraid of anymore. You would see him again. 

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Part 4

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[billys-pretty-babe]

Prevention

Pairing : Billy Hargrove x Best Friend!Fem!Reader

Summary : A heat wave is getting ready to roll through Indiana and neighboring states. Billy refuses to cut his hair to keep him cool so you help him take precautions so he doesn't overheat.

Warnings : Swearing, underage drinking

Word count: 1,353

The a/c in your house was fighting for its life as it tried to keep your house cool. The heat wave hadn't even started yet but it was humid outside, making the temperature feel like 101° and you knew it would get worse as the heat wave got closer to coming. You knew Billy was sweltering at the pool, that small umbrella could only do so much for him.

You looked at your clock, knowing he'd come over after his shift which would end in fifteen minutes. You walked to the kitchen and opened the freezer, making sure you had ice considering he liked to chew it after his shifts. You were lucky to live five minutes away from the pool, it was a benefit for you and your best friend.

Twenty minutes passed, the house cool enough that you were no longer sweating as the front door unlocked and Billy walked inside, dropping his bag on the floor. He pushed his hair back, cheeks slightly pink as sweat sat on his hairline.

"It's so fucking hot outside." And just like clockwork, he walked to your freezer and grabbed the ice, and stuck a handful of crushed cubes in his mouth, humming at the cooling sensation that his body got before it vanished. You locked the door, your parents out of town for the next two weeks, leaving you to watch the house.

He pushed his hair back, the curls frizzy and stringy from sweat. "You sweat like a pig." He looked at you, more ice in his mouth as he flicked you off. "Man sweat," he said around the ice, some of it crunching under his molars as he talked, "you wouldn't know shit about it. Your a/c sounds like it's going to give out." You waved him off.

"I have fans on too, it'll be fine." He looked at you skeptically before nodding. He looked through the refrigerator and took a can of beer as he chugged it down, some of the beer dribbling onto his tanned skin, and you assumed he didn't bother to put a shirt on after finishing his shift.

You both sat in your room, Billy on the floor as he lay on the hardwood, trying his best to stay cool. "If it gets any hotter, I'm gonna have to get naked, let my balls cool down." You looked at him with disgust as he laughed at you. You walked into the bathroom and rummaged through your drawers and found the pack of hair ties that you had yet to open, always keeping extra on you just in case friends needed them or Max needed one.

You walked out of the bathroom with a towel, clips, and a comb as well as you threw the towel at Billy, covering his face. "Wipe your sweat off and come sit on the floor at the foot of the bed." He wiped the sweat from his body as you sat on the edge of the bed, in front of your mirror.

He moved so that your legs were on his shoulders so he could sit with his back flat on the bed. "What're you doing?" You hushed him as you grabbed the comb, sectioning his hair as you gently combed the knots out before clipping the section with the clip as you did the same to the other sections you had.

"We're not playing dress up." You looked at him in the mirror, his arms crossed over his pecs, slight pout on his lips, and his brow furrowed. "You're not even intimidating when you do that, you look like an angry cat. Just relax." His arms remained crossed as you let each section out of the clip.

You swept his hair back, gently massaging his scalp as you went and his eyes fluttered shut, making you smile. "You're okay with me doing this, right?" He nodded. "I don't know what you're doing but I trust you." You nodded.

You and Billy became friends quickly and easily, you were like a breath of air to him and he was like a protector to you in high school considering no one messed with Billy or the people he was associated with. Billy let his walls down around you, your house was a safe space for him whenever he needed one.

You swept the back of his hair up, gathering everything into your hands, smoothing everything down as much as you could. You held his hair in one hand, looking in the mirror to see his eyes were already set on you, watching your every move. You opened the pack of hair ties, grabbing one as you stretched it out.

You made sure his hair had no bumps in it before putting it up into a bun, not too high but not low enough to sit on his neck, placing it at the back of his head, letting the ends dangle slightly. The front pieces had escaped but that was inevitable considering those pieces were overgrown bangs that he had cut on his own in December '84.

"Feel better?" He nodded, the pout gone, brow back in place, and arms uncrossed, letting his muscles soften. You handed him the pack of hair ties, "You can have them, I have a bunch more in the bathroom." He nodded and thanked you as he moved the short pieces behind his ears.

"Do you have your Polaroid?" You nodded and swung your leg over his head, making sure you didn't hit him as you found the camera, making sure it had film. You handed it to him, going back into your previous position except you let your legs fall to the sides of his body. You knew he was going to take pictures of the two of you, the two of you always had the same picture.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your cheek on his as he put the camera into position and you felt his cheeks pull up as he smiled and you did the same as he took the first picture, blinding the two of you with the flash as the picture ejected and he handed it to you as you fanned it, watching the picture slowly appear.

You got back into position, except this time, you had one hand on his cheek, your thumb, and middle finger on either side of his lips and right before he clicked the button you squished his lips, laughing as you did so. The picture ejected and Billy fanned it and watched as the picture appeared. He handed it to you as you handed him the one of you two smiling.

He stuck the picture in his wallet for the time being as you placed yours on your bulletin board, quickly scribbling the date on it. He put your camera away as he laid on your bed, sprawling out so you had no choice but to cuddle with him. His fingers massaged your scalp as you hummed, placing your head on his shoulder. 

"Do you remember when everything thought I was piping you?" You laughed and nodded. "Fucking Tommy and Carol wouldn't leave us alone." He nodded, sighing at the memory. "Hawkins sucks ass, it really does and at times I wish I was back home," he said as he rubbed your hip with two fingers, "but at the same time, if I was still in California, I wouldn't know what love felt like. I wouldn't have a friend that actually cared about me and that loved me. So, I guess I'm happy that we moved here because if I didn't, I would have never met you." You smiled. 

"Love you, B." He smiled and looked down at you. "I love you too. Down for a night swim at the pool? Keys are in the Camaro." You nodded. "After dinner?" He nodded. 

And that's exactly what the two of you did, pizza for dinner in his car, late night swim in the community pool before going back to your house and sleeping entangled in each other's arms., placing your head on his shoulder.

[dearestaussiechannie]

♡ Will You Be My Girlfriend? ♡ — Seo Changbin, Bang Chan

word count: 2.9k paring: Chan x afab!reader x Changbin genre: fluff warnings: afab!reader, alcohol consumption, f2l!au, fluff, two way relationship, confession, harassment at the beginning (Changbin chases them away), pet names (Angel-Chan, Princess-Changbin, sweetheart-creeps), Changbin and Chan both have a crush on you and you have a crush on both of them, if I forgot anything let me know

Your friends were supposed to meet you at the club almost an hour ago and no matter how many times you checked your messages all you had gotten was “We’re on our way right now.” from Chan almost an hour ago. It wasn't like him to leave you in the dark like this and you hadn't even heard from Changbin. Maybe they were stuck in traffic or got caught up with their other friends.

Either way, it pissed you off. You were the only one here for your birthday and you're eight drinks in, on your ninth when the alcohol started taking effect. You grumble when the two stools on either side of you are suddenly taken up by two men you didn't know. When you get up to walk away, someone grabs your hand and pulls you back into your seat.

You look over and see someone maybe a year older than you and on the other side, someone older than him. “Where are you going sweetheart? We just got here.”

“Sorry I'm not interested.” Is all you spit at them, trying to walk away before you're forced to sit once again. “You see, that's not what I asked. It's not really like you have anyone to run off to here because we've been watching you all night and you've sat right here, alone. So, why don't you let us take up your time?” The older one says, close to your ear as you can feel someone's hand on your lower back, pulling at your dress material. Now panic starts to kick in because they weren't wrong. You were here alone and your head was extremely clouded thanks to the alcohol you'd been chugging since you got here.

You start to squirm in your seat, trying to get their hands off of you as they both move in closer, whispering into your ears even though you couldn't make out what they were saying over the music and the blood rushing into your ears. Finally all your squirming pays off as you feel their hands fall off you, standing quickly and rushing towards the door as fast as your drunk legs would carry you. You make it outside only to feel their arms wrapping around your waist and hearing their laughs. “Good idea to get out of there, we shou-” the man is cut off by a sudden shout. “Y/n!” a familiar voice finally shouts, making the other men quickly look over their shoulders while trying to walk away with you. “Sorry Mates, you've got the wrong gal.” The younger man says as his hand holds your hip tighter while you're staring across at your friends who've now closed the distance. Chan looks at you then to the strangers on your sides, Changbin giving the scariest glare you've ever seen him give anyone that wasn't JYP.

“Channie.. Binnie..” You whisper, words slurred as you stumble trying to get closer to them. This makes the hands on you tighten and you whine since their grip is starting to leave bruises. “Yeah, absolutely not.” Is all you hear before you are being pulled by your forearm away from the strangers to behind Chan, Changbin now stepped between the two groups, yelling at them. “Hi Angel, sorry we're late but it looks like we got here at the right time…” Chan whispers as he cups your cheeks and makes you look up at him. He could tell you're drunk just by how long it takes your eyes to meet his.

Changbin has chased the others half way down the block before coming back over, breathing heavily as his arms wrap around you. “Fucking creeps.. Hi princess.. happy birthday..” He lets you go before rubbing your back and looking across to Chan, talking amongst themselves as you just lay your head against Chans chest. Your face feels warm and your heart is pounding while you make fists in the material of Chans shirt, becoming extremely dizzy as your legs give out. 

Luckily, Changbin catches you before you hit the ground, picking you up bridal style. “Time to go home.” He whispers to you, resting his cheek against your forehead before looking at Chan who's already pulling up the gps to get back to your apartment. He puts you in the backseat of the car before climbing in beside you with Chan in the driver seat, getting ready to take you home. Slowly, you crawl into Changbins lap, sitting quietly as you lay your head onto his shoulder, his arms instinctively wrapping around your waist to keep you safe in that spot. Your head starts feeling heavy as you can hear the other two talking but you can't understand them, drifting to sleep due to your intoxication.

Eventually, you're woken up by Changbin shaking you a little bit and the sound of keys jingling. As you look around, you recognize the hallway in your apartment building and your front door. “Dude, you have a key to her apartment?” Changbin whispers as Chan opens the door and laughs softly. “Yeah, are you jealous?” Chan spits back, pushing the door all the way open so that Changbin can walk inside sideways with you in his arms. You feel Changbins heart jump but you don't see his face turning red as he grumbles. “Shut up..”

Slowly, you look over Changbins shoulder to see Chan walking in behind Changbin and he catches you looking at him. He winks before shutting the door and locks it. What's this feeling in your chest all of a sudden? Chan has done this many times before so why is your heart suddenly skipping a beat? Your thoughts shift as you suddenly feel the plushness of your couch against your back, pouting as Changbin puts you down, holding onto him tighter. “Nooo Binnie, wanna stay in your strong arms..” you drunkenly babble as you look up at him. ‘Why is his face so red?’ You think to yourself before simply chalking it off due to him having to carry you so far. 

“Angel, take your shoes off while I get you water.” Chan says from the kitchen making you nod even though he can't see you. “Here princess, I'll help you since these heels have a buckle, okay?” Changbin whispers to you, smiling as he crouches down and takes off your heels. You smile, threading your fingers into his hair as he puts your shoes by the table, scratching his scalp gently. He makes a small noise before Chan walks back into the living room, taking your attention from him. 

“Channie~” You slur before standing up with a wobble, trying to get closer to Chan only for him to wrap his arm around you and sit you back down on the couch. “Shhh angel, Channies right here. Sit down and drink this water for me while I go get you something to change into.” He says before rubbing your cheek once you take the cup, noticing the way that your face gets red. “Actually, I'll do that okay?” Changbin says before standing up quickly rushing into your room. He needed a moment to get his bearings back after feelling your hand in his hair.

You and Chan are left in the living room, him rubbing your back as you drink your water. He picks up a hair tie from your coffee table, gently pulling your hair out of your face and putting it into a loose ponytail. Once he's done, he rubs your cheek again before taking the empty glass from you and putting it on the table, pulling your head onto his shoulder. “I'm really sorry you had to go through that earlier.. We were late because Changbin couldn't figure out what to wear. I don't know what we'd have done if we'd gotten there just a minute later..” He whispers to you, hand rubbing your back again softly.

Changbin searched through your closet, looking for something comfortable when his eyes landed on something quite shocking. When did you get one of his shirts? Do you have any of Chans shirts? He takes it out and lays it on the bed before grabbing a pair of your sweat pants, putting it with the shirt. He comes out of your room, eyes finding you on the couch curled into Chan making his stomach curl into a knot. He's usually not the jealous type, but since he found out that Chan also liked you, he cant fight the feeling off. “Clothes are ready… Are you gonna be able to change without falling down?” He asks, concerned since he knew that your legs were weak after you fell earlier.

You nod before slowly moving from your spot beside Chan, walking over to your bedroom door where Changbin was standing. “Mm.. should be fine but can you unzip my dress for me?” you ask Changbin, turning your back to him and moving your hair over your shoulder. His face becomes bright red as he does as you ask, hearing Chan laugh from across the room once you're inside the bedroom with the door shut. He walks over and takes a seat beside Chan, running his hands over his face. “Why'd you run to get her clothes? Wanna snoop through her closet?” Chan asks as a joke, making Changbin grown. “No.. while I was taking her shoes off for her, she moved her hand into my hair and scratched at my scalp and I just needed a minute.. You know?” Changbin answers him, throwing his head back against the couch. “Poor poor Changbin.” is all Chan says back, patting the others shoulder.

The two of them wait for you to come back patiently, but when 20 minutes pass without you making a sound, they walk over to your door and knock softly. “Angel? Are you okay in there?” Chan asks, voice a bit loud since the door is shut. No answer. “Princess? Can we come in?” Changbin asks, pitch matching Chans from before. Still no answer. They look at each other before slowly opening the door, only to find you curled up in your bed under the blankets. Your dress from before was thrown on the floor with your bra and the sweats Changbin had sat out for you. Seeing this makes Changbins face turn a deep shade of red for what felt like the millionth time tonight before looking over to Chan, noticing the way he's looking at your sleeping state in admiration, tapping his shoulder before pointing at the sweats. “She has no pants on… we should shut the door Chan.” Changbin whispers before taking the handle and shutting the door.

The two walk back into the living room and finally see the time. “It’s late.. Are we gonna just stay here and sleep on the couch?” Changbin asks as he looks over at Chan who's already getting comfortable on the couch with one of the blankets thrown over the armrest. “That's the plan.. Don't wanna leave her alone just in case she starts getting sick.” Chan replies before closing his eyes and crossing his arms. Changbin copies him as he takes his place in your recliner after grabbing the extra blanket, both soon falling asleep.

The sun comes through your curtains the next morning, dreading you with the reality of a hangover. Slowly, you get out of bed and go to the bathroom for a quick shower, brushing your teeth and washing your face. You dry off and put the shirt that you had on back on, not wanting to search for a new one, getting fresh underwear before walking into your living room only to be met with Chan coming out of your kitchen with a plate, assuming he made breakfast. He looks you over quickly before turning around when he notices you have no pants on. “Good morning angel, I made breakfast.. Changbin is also still here and asleep in the recliner..” He says, making you look around and notice Changbin starting to stir and rubbing the sleepiness from his eyes. All you can do is squeal before running back into your room and slam the door shut.

The sudden bang makes Changbin quickly sit up, looking around in shock as he thought you may have fallen down. “What was that?” Changbin asks, standing up and walking over to Chan only to be met with his smiling face, making Changbin frown his eyebrows. “Chan?” he asks quietly “She's awake and um.. In shock?.. I just saw her in her underwear so she's a bit shaken up.” Chan answers him, looking down at his plate of food before walking over to the table and starts eating. Changbin looks towards your bedroom door with wide eyes, sighing as he shakes his head before walking into the kitchen to get himself some of the food Chan had made, making you a plate as well, walking over to the table and putting them down.

Eventually, you come back out of your room, now with a bra and pants on, locking eyes with Changbin this time. “Good morning princess, I made you a plate.” Changbin says softly as he points to the plate for you, noticing that you still have his shirt on. Slowly, you walk over and sit down, eating in silence, refusing to look up at Chan as you eat, playing with your food slightly. “Stop it, y/n. No need to be nervous around me. I’ve seen you in a bikini before so just think of it like that, yeah?” Chan says, throwing you off slightly when he uses your name instead of the nickname he normally calls you. You look at him, face flushed red while he stares at you. “Sorry Chan, this is just a little different than that.. You know that.”

The conversation ends there, everyone finishing their food and making their way into your living room where all of you curl up on the couch, flipping through movies. Changbin pulls you closer to him, threading his fingers with yours as he watches the movie, missing the way you look up at him. This grabs Chan's attention and he leans over and whispers into your ear. “You know, he has the biggest crush on you.” Is all he says before sitting up straight and turning his attention back to the movie. You blush as you look up at Changbin, studying his features until he looks over at you with a smile. “Yes princess?” he whispers to you, not wanting to talk over the movie. “Can I ask you something?..” you whisper back to him, making his heart jump out of his chest as he nods slowly. “Of course, anything.” He whispers before looking over at Chan, who is smirking as he rubs his chin.

“Does Chan like me?..” You ask, looking up at Changbin, noticing how all of his features suddenly fall, making your heart suddenly sting. He looks down to where your hands are locked before he clears his throat as quietly as possible, looking back up at you. “Um.. yeah he does.. He has for some time now but he didnt wanna say anything..” He whispers, eyes falling back down to your hands. You smile at the realisation that both men beside you feel the same way towards you that you feel towards them. You nod your head as you stand up, walking over and standing in front of the tv while both of them just stare at you before glancing at each other then back to you. “Angel?” Chans voice breaks the silence as he sits up straight, unsure of what's happening right now. “Yes.” is all you say back to him, making them both even more confused. “Yes?” This time it's Changbin, looking over to him and smiling as you fiddle with your fingers.

“Changbin… I like you.. A lot and I have since you showed me that hidden spot near the park…” You say as you look at him, seeing that he's smiling brightly, standing up to walk over to you but stops when you put your hand up and it makes him sit back down. “But.. I also really like you too Chan.. I’ve liked you since your last birthday..” you add, looking over at Chan to see that he's also now smiling. “Well, I don't mind sharing. I think Changbin is the only person I'd be okay sharing you with because I know he's been so devoted to you for so long.” Chan responds, looking over at Changbin, laughing slightly at the look on Changbins face.

“Binnie?..” You say, trying to get his attention as you walk over and sit down on the table in front of the couch. “Yes? I mean, I’d be okay with it as long as you don't show him more attention than me.” He says and you can't hold back the laugh before grabbing his hand, taking Chans into your other hand. “So.. I'm waiting~” You say looking between the two of them with a big smile, making Changbins heart melt and Chan wants nothing more than to take a picture of it right now. “Will you be my girlfriend?” They ask at the same time, looking over at each other and laughing slightly before looking back to you. “I’d love to~” You answer both of them, sitting back down between them, feeling the couch dip in as they both move closer to you, looking over at Changbin and kissing his cheek before doing the same to Chan.

You smile as they both hold your hands, Changbin playing with your fingers as he watches the movie again and Chan running his fingers over your knuckles before bringing your hand up to his lips and kisses it gently. You must be the luckiest girl in the world because not only is Seo Changbin your boyfriend but so is Bang Christopher Chan.

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[darlingsfandom]

Omg! The cillian and actress fluff was soooo cute!!! Can we get a part 2?!?! It was too short 🥲

thank you 🥺 PART 2 ? PART 2 !!

Here's part 1

It had been three weeks since Cillian admitted that he was send you cute little gifts and that you had kissed him. He still couldn't believe you kissed him.

You two were in the middle of a press tour and all you wanted to do was go back to the hotel or trailer or somewhere else and take a nap.

"What's wrong darlin?" Cillian asked as he found you laying on the couch in the dressing room.

"Just a bit tired." You sighed as you pulled the throw pillow into your chest. Cillian gave you a small pout before walking up to you, sat down the arm of the couch and started stroking your hair.

"Do you want a coffee or anything?" His voice was soft and sweet as you relaxed against his touch.

"No thank you, just wanna rest." Your eyes fluttered shut. Cillian watched as you drifted off. You looked peaceful, almost angelic. He watched as you pulled your knees closer to your chest. Luckily there was still another half an hour before the interview and Cillian made sure no one bothered you until then.

The time flew by and you found yourself being woken up by a gentle shake on the shoulder.

"Nooo.... five more minutes." You whined swatting the hand away. The sound of a deep chuckle rang in your ears making you turn to face the source. Cillian stood there with a soft smile and a paper cup full of cheap coffee.

"Mornin sleepy head, I got ya some coffee, four cream and two sugars. I know ya like ya cream." He mentally slapped himself for saying that.

"Thank you Cillian, you're so sweet on me." You gave him half a smile as you sat up slowly and took the cup from him. He sat down next you as you took a moment to wake yourself up. His hand rested on your knee while you laid your head on his shoulder.

"Kinda hard not to be sweet on ya darlin! Ya make it easy." He kissed the top of your head and squeezed your shoulder before he watched you chug down the coffee in a matter of seconds. He was impressed. You tossed the cup into the trash before laying back into his side.

After another ten minutes the interviewer was ready for you two. Both of you stood up and made your way into a different room that had the movie posters everywhere and two chairs in the middle.

"Hi!" The interviewer was a male that was a bit older than you but younger than Cillian. "It's a pleasure to have you two here." You smiled softly as you got into the chair while Cillian held your hand to keep you stable.

"So the big question we've got to start with since it's been the most submitted from the fans and the pictures circulating.... are you two dating ?"

You gasped loudly and Cillian laughed.

"No, we're not dating... we're good friends." You smiled and patted his shoulder. Cillian felt his heart break a little bit it was the honest truth.

"She's right, just good friends." Cillian smiled the bets he could.

"Well now that that's cleared up.... the next question is actually for Y/N.... in this movie you two share a pretty steamy sex scene and I must say.... very steamy!" You felt your cheeks burn as you waited for the question. "How was it filming such a scene with Cillian since he's such a big star and all?"

You sighed in relief but made the mistake of looking at him.

"It was different in a good way! I'm no stranger to steamy scenes but with Cillian it was nice. He didn't have this attitude about him that I've dealt with before. He was a gentlemen because it does get intense and while we were filming he'd whisper in my ear asking if I'm okay or do I need a break? It was nice." You gave him a soft smile before rubbing his arm. Cillian bit his cheeks to hold back the grin trying to form on his lips.

"What about you Cillian , sounds like Y/N enjoyed it, did you?"

Cillian couldn't help but smile as he looked at you. "Yeah yeah, it was good. She very talented. Most people think that with sex scenes that it's actually happening and while it's not, yer gonna think tat wee doin it, but we're not. She's tat good!" You found yourself squeezing your thighs together as he spoke about it.

As the interview went on it was more questions about your dating life, if you're seeing anyone, what your ideal partner was like, if you'd make another movie with Cillian! And all you wanted to do was go back to the hotel and rest with Cillian now. After what felt like ages the interview wrapped up and you found yourself running out of the room. Cillian chased after you until you two were back in the dressing room.

"Cillian..." you stood there holding your bag as he stood there with his hand out. You grabbed his hand and made your way into the car. It was the fastest ride you've ever taken. Once in the hotel and being chased by paps, you two made your way into the room and you threw your bag aside before tossing yourself onto the mattress.

"My sleepy girl." He stood next to the bed and watched as you stood up to press yourself against him.

"Cillian.... I need you." Your hand trailed up his chest slowly while he smiled down at you.

"You have me, you've had me ta whole time darlin." He kissed you slowly. Your lips moved against his while your arms wrapped around his neck and his arms wrapped around your waist. His kiss was soft and sweet. The room felt small as you stood there holding each other sharing sweet kisses before he pulled away, pushed the hair out of your face and smiled at you.

"I told ya darlin... you've got me wrapped around yer finger and I'll stay there as long as you let." He cupped your face in his hands before giving you another soft kiss. You smiled against his lips and pulled him as close as you could while his hands moved down your body and held you tightly.

"Be mine?" You mumbled between kisses as Cillian laid you down gently on the mattress and climbed over top of you.

"As yer boyfriend? Are ya sure? Ya know I'm double yer age and the paps will be all over tis when they find out?" He stroked your cheek with the back of his hand as he looked into your eyes.

"I'm sure Cillian , I'm sure." You smiled up at him before he leaned into kiss you and seal the deal that you were his and he was yours.

[howlingday]

Soo chowder x panini is Ruby x oscar?

Ask and ye shall receive.

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Ozpin: Oscar, take note of the girl in front of you.

Ruby: (Scratches herself)

Oscar: Note taken~.

Oscar: Hi, Ruby~.

Ruby: Um, hi?

Oscar: ...

Ruby: ...

Oscar: ...

Ruby: ...Why are you staring at me?

Oscar: Because~.

Ruby: Because why? Is- Is there something on my face?

Oscar: I was in the market today, and I bought some powdered hearts. Would you like to try some~?

Ruby: What's it taste like?

Oscar: Taste it and find out~.

Ruby: Is it sweet?

Oscar: Well, taste it and find out~!

Ruby: Is it salty?

Oscar: TASTE IT.

Ruby: (Bites into it)

Oscar: Can you taste the romance~?

Ruby: (Coughs) The romance tastes a little dry.

Oscar: Have a sip from my... canteen.

Ruby: (Takes canteen, Chugs)

Goodwitch: Ohoho~! Dohoho~!

Ruby: Are you okay, Professor?

Goodwitch: Not as okay as you~! (Winks) So tell me, how long have you little lovebirds been... going steady?

Oscar: I'm Ruby's boyfriend! And Ruby is my girlfriend, and we're totally going to be together forever and ever (Grabs hand) and now we're holding hands~!

Ruby: (Spits out canteen, Continues spitting home)

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Ozpin: Ms. Xiao Long, you will groom yourself like a cat!

Yang: No way, dude! I have too much self-respect for that!

Ozpin: (Taps scroll) Oops! You're now a C student.

Yang: ACK! (Starts licking her arm)

Ozpin: And make kitty-cat sounds while you do it.

Ruby: No, Yang! You're not a kitty-cat!

Ozpin: Oscar! Silence the caped one!

Goodwitch: I didn't say anything.

Ozpin: No, the caped one with the dark hair!

Summer: I didn't say anything.

Ozpin: (Grabs Ruby) THIS ONE! SILENCE THIS ONE! (Tosses at Oscar)

Oscar: (Catches Ruby) With pleasure~. Kiss me, you fool~! (Tries to kiss her)

Yang: JUST DO IT, RUBY! WE NEED THOSE GOOD GRADES!

Ruby: I'D RATHER BE A DIRTY KITTY-CAT! (Licks herself with Yang, Meowing with her)

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Ruby: Come on! We have to get to General Ironwood! He's the only one who can help!

Oscar: Oh my gosh! She's holding my hand! Non-descript Winter Holiday dreams do come true~!

Summer: Be the dream. Live the dream. Touch the dream. TOUCH IT!

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Oscar: I'll do it!

Oscar: As your student council president, I officially declare student marriage legal! (Grabs Ruby) You may now kiss the groom!

Ruby: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

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Yang: Ruby needs a tutor, but it has to be someone willing to give him the close, personal, intimate tutoring she needs!

Jaune: (Steps in) Hell-

Oscar: (Tosses Jaune out the window) I heard you need a tutor!

Yang: Yeah, but I can only pay you in hugs.

Oscar: DEAL! (Zooms past Yang)

Ruby: (Tied to a chair) Yang's worried for no reason. I've already told her I don't need a tutor when I already have the skills.

Ruby: THE SKILLS!

Oscar: Let's get started. Hm, but first, let's get a little closer.

Oscar: Maybe a little closer.

Oscar: Just a smidge closer.

Oscar: (Next to Ruby) Oh, yes, this should be close enough. Now, what subject should we start with? How about... CHEMISTRY~?

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Ruby: (Running away) Why, oh why was I born so handsome?!

Oscar: (Holding her cape) Ready for your daily public display, Ruby~? (Tries kissing her)

Ruby: Watashi was anata no garufurendode wa arimasen! Ichido mo nai! Ichido mo nai!

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Oscar: Oh, Whitley, I am so sorry for treating you so horribly! Can you ever forgive me?

Whitley: Well, I, uh-

Oscar: Great! Phew! I'm so glad to have my Ruby back~! (Tries to kiss her)

Ruby: I'M NOT YOUR RUBY! (Tries to run)

Oscar: (Holding her cape) Ha ha... DOWN, RUBY! (Yanks) She can be so excitable. (Carries Ruby) Good-bye, Whittleson. And next time, lay off the cologne. You smell like a fish's armpit.

Ruby: ACK! NO! DAD! UNCLE QROW! HELP! I know you guys aren't in the tags, but please help me!

Taiyang: What is she talking about? Our tags are right down there!

Qrow: Should we go help her?

Taiyang: No, these are the only lines we have.

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Oscar: Sooooo... It only makes sense for you to let your future husband and the father of your twenty children win, right?

Ruby: TWENTY KIDS?! You must be straight trippin', my dude! I'm planning to play the field until I'm at least thirty-eight! Then maybe, MAYBE if I decide to settle down and get married, I'll think about possibly considering about maybe toying around with the notion of having one- JUST ONE- child, and I'll have it by myself when I'm ready! Thank you very much!

Oscar: Oh, so that's how it is, then? Alright. GAME ON!

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20 Years later...

Oscar: Oh, Ruby~!

And of course, Ruby and Oscar ended up together in the end, just as the creators intended.

Oscar: I'm taking our fifty babies out for a walkie-walk~!

Ruby: I thought we only had thirty babies.

Oscar: I had twenty more last night~!

Ruby: Oh. Hi, new babies!

Babies: Hi, Mommy~!

Oscar and Ruby lean in to kiss...

Ruby: NO! STOP! HOLD IT! I reject this reality! It's evil! Evil, I says!

Oscar: Aw, but Ruby, look at how happy we are~!

Ruby: I'M NOT YOUR GIRLFRIEND!

Oscar: Just look at all our babies~!

Ruby: I REFUSE TO LOOK!

Ruby: (Holds Oscar) Wow... We were pretty cute kids, huh?

Oscar: (Leans into her) Mhm~!

Ruby: But seriously, no more babies.

Oscar: Okay~!

Adrian: HELP! THE BABIES GOT ME!

Oscar: Okay, I'll stop~!

Ruby: BABIES, NO! PUT ADRIAN DOWN!

[caseylynnxo]

Reckless

Chapter Seven

~ Cassie ~

Cassie's hand held the thin beige curtain to the side, clearing her view so she could look out the large bay window. There were trees fallen all across the back yard, looking like a swamp from all of the rain that had fallen down onto the grass.

"You're up early." JJ's voice spoke behind her.

She spun away from the window, the curtain falling back to cover the view of outside. JJ stood tall, his arms crossed over his chest, covering up the word BEER displayed in red letters over the front of his tank top, a cup of coffee held tight in one hand. She was thankful that JJ had brought her back to John B's last night. The storm was horrendous; the loud roar of thunder outside that made the whole house shake, the flashes of lightning illuminating the dark living room where Cassie had been curled up on the couch, casting shadows along the walls; the sound of the rain hitting the roof, sounding like buckets of golf balls as the wind smacked the shutters against the side of the house. JJ had came out at one point throughout the night to check on her; she pretended to be asleep.

Cassie took the mug from his now outstretched hand, the steam swirling into the air from the top of the cup. She looked up to meet his eyes, staring down at her with furrowed eyebrows above them. "You okay?"

"Yeah, yeah." I said, lifting the cup to my lips. "I'm okay."

JJ raised on eyebrow, looking at Cassie suspiciously. He stepped closer to her, now stood a mere two inches from her, his tall height hovering over her as he looked down at her.

"Listen, Cassie. About last night. I-"

"It's a mess out there." John B's voice spoke, the screen door leading outside slamming closed behind him, causing JJ to jump back away from Cassie. "Kie and Pope are on their way over now."

"Yeah, I was just looking outside. We're going to be cleaning this up for literally the next month." Jj said, leaning back against the countertop.

"Not today we're not though." John B smirked. "Today? We're going to fish."

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~ JJ ~

JJ popped open the bottle of Pabst Blue Ribbon in his hand, lifting the bottle to his lips as he chugged back the cold liquid. He leaned back against the railing of the boat, the sun beating down on his face.

"I got the beer." Pope said, stepping over the edge of the boat, sitting both six packs down on the empty white seat. JJ smirked, knowing damn well that his plan was to get buzzed. Getting drunk on the boat was always a must.

"You boys ready for some fishing?" John B asked, appearing around the side of the house, Cassie trailing behind him. She was now dressed in just a black bikini, and JJ had to force his eyes away; from her pushed up breasts, from her toned torso and from her long, tan legs. Her wild curls were now wrapped up in a black and white bandana on the top of her head.

JJ's eyes quickly darted away from her, lifting the bottle back to his lips as her eyes met his. She was only here because John B told her she could tag along and they would drop her at the dock by her house on the way down.

JJ's eyebrows furrowed as Cassie came to a halt; crouching down by a tree, reaching forward to pluck something from the ground.

"Whatcha doing?" John B asked as he realized she was no longer following him.

"There's a flower. A daisy." She said, holding it between her fingers as she looked down at it. "All by itself. The rest here were drowned by all the rain. But this one lived." She tucked it back behind her ear. Well that was cute.

"Well. Welcome aboard." John B spoke as he motioned toward the HMS Pogue.

JJ sat down on the edge of the seat, Cassie sitting directly across from him. His eyes had to fight the urge to look back at her.

Pope started up the boat, and JJ sighed as the boat took off along the water. The sound of the water crashing behind them was soothing, and  JJ reached for another bottle of beer from the case beside him. "Yo, JJ, save some for the rest of us." Pope joked, and JJ lifted his middle finger to him as he took a huge gulp from the bottle. He stood, walking to the front of the boat.

"Bet you can't do this." He said, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Let me show you a party trick."

"Oh boy." Kiara mumbled, her eyes following JJ warily. Cassie's eyebrows crinkled, confusion prominent on her face as she wondered what JJ was doing.

"Hey, Pope, can you go a little faster?" JJ called out to Pope, who was now steering the boat.

"Oh god. Here we go. I'm movin'." John B said, moving behind Pope to brace himself. "You might want to move, Cassie." She stood, walking to stand behind John B. She still had no idea what was going to happen.

"We've tried this like 6,000 times." Pope

reminded JJ.

"I got this. It's gonna work." JJ reassured Pope, his confidence unwavering.

"Oh my God, JJ. You're getting beer in my hair!" Kie shouts, ducking as JJ's antics sent a spray of beer flying.

"Oh my god." Pope groans, trying to maintain control of the boat as the beer splashed towards Cassie and John B, who turned their heads to avoid the spray.

"All right, you're done." Kiara shouts to JJ.

"All right, stop." Pope echoes.

Suddenly, the boat halted to a stop with a thump, sending JJ off the front of the boat, the motor rattling violently. John B and Cassie fell forward, colliding with the seats in front of them.

"Jesus, Pope!" Kie yells at him, frustration clear in her voice. Cassie looked out over the edge of the boat, watching as JJ resurfaced. She couldn't help but worry that he was okay.

"You okay, JJ?" John B asked, stepping to Cassie's side. She nodded, still in disbelief of what just happened.

"I think my heels touched the back of my head."

JJ groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. Cassie grabbed one of the towels that were pushed on the floor under one of the seats, quickly unfolding it and standing at the top of the ladder hanging off the side of the boat, waiting for JJ.

"Sandbar. The channel changed." Pope replied, his voice a mix of apology and explanation.

"No shit." JJ said, climbing up the ladder, stepping back onto the boat as he looked down at Cassie, taking the towel from her outstretched hand.

"Hey, I saved the beer, though." JJ announces, holding up the beer triumphantly with a laugh.

"Guys... I think there's a boat down there."

[alyswritings]

Rudy's Sick Baby

Request: hiii i hope you’re having a amazing day or whenever you’re reading this :) i was wondering if you could write a rudy pankow x toddler daughter reader where reader wakes up sick one day and Rudy takes care of reader just like your JJ I really like that one of my favorite it thank you

Rudy Pankow x daughter!reader

Summary: Y/N wakes up sick in the middle of the night.

Warnings: throwing up

a/n: thank you for the request. sorry it took so long to get out. hope you all enjoy!

(gif not mine)

Rudy gets woken up by a small hand shaking his arm.

"Daddy?" His four year old quietly calls. "Daddy." She shakes his arm some more. "Daddy." She whines, shaking him with both hands.

"Hmm? What?" Rudy asks, pinching the bridge of his nose. "What? Baby, what is it?"

"I frew up." Y/N says, pouting.

"Okay." Rudy mumbles. He rubs his eyes, slowly sitting up. He quietly groans as he gets out of bed, still half asleep. "Where, honey?"

"My bed." She says. "I didn't have enough time to move."

"That's okay, baby." Rudy says. "Come on, baby." He grabs her hand and leads her to the bathroom, turning the light on. He looks down at her, some vomit in her hair and on her pajamas.

"You want a bath?" Rudy says and Y/N nods. "Do you feel like throwing up right now?"

"No." She says.

"All right." He grabs some paper towel and does his best to get the puke out of her hair. He fills the tub up a bit with warm water. He helps her undress and then gets her in the tub.

"I'm gonna get your sheets in the washer, all right?" Rudy says.

"Okay." Y/N says, playing with some of her bath toys.

Rudy deals with Y/N's bedding and then goes to the bathroom. He helps her wash off and he washes her hair.

"All right, princess. We're all good now." Rudy says, unplugging the tub. Y/N stands up and Rudy dries her hair a bit before he wraps the towel around her. Rudy picks her up and carries her back to her room.

"Okay, what pajamas you want?" Rudy asks.

"The, uh... the Christmas ones. But the Frosty shirt and the Santa pants." She says.

"You got it." Rudy says, grabbing her said options and a pair of underwear. He crouches on the floor and puts her on her feet. "One foot at a time." He says, holding her underwear out. Y/N keeps one hand on his shoulder so she doesn't fall as he helps her into her underwear and then the pajama pants. Rudy takes the towel away and helps her put her shirt on.

"C'mere, munchkin." He pulls her closer, drying her hair with the towel some more. He combs through her hair.

"I want it dry." Y/N says.

"Okay." Rudy nods. "Here, you want your stuffed animal?" He asks while standing up and picking her up. Y/N nods and Rudy grabs the stuffed animal off her bed.

Rudy carries Y/N into the bathroom and sits her on the counter. He plugs the hair dryer in and turns it on low before drying her hair.

"The couch, my bed, or remake your bed?" Rudy asks. He puts her hair in a loose and low ponytail in case she throws up again.

"Your bed." Y/N says, holding her arms up.

"Okay." He picks her up. He takes the bag out of the trash can and takes the bucket, going to his room. Rudy puts the bucket by the bed and then tucks her in. "I'm gonna go get you some crackers and ginger ale, all right?"

"Okay." Y/N mumbles.

"You want Mary Poppins in?" He asks and she nods. "Okay." He kisses her on the head before putting the movie on and then walking out. After a few minutes, he returns with ginger ale in a plastic cup and a straw and a pack of crackers.

"All right. There you go for when you want it." Rudy says, putting them on the nightstand. Y/N sits up and grabs the ginger ale, taking a few sips. "Go slow, baby." He tells her and she makes sure to not chug it. She puts it back and lays back down.

Rudy lays down next to her, pulling the covers up to her shoulders.

"You feeling okay right now?" He asks and she nods. Rudy kisses her on the head, wrapping his arm around her, holding her to his chest. Y/N puts her hand over Rudy's, holding onto her stuffed animal with her other hand.

- - -

Rudy is woken up by a retching sound and he quickly sits up, seeing Y/N leaning over the bed and puking into the trash can.

"Oh, baby." Rudy sympathetically sighs. He winces, wishing he could help her. She stops for a moment, enough time for him to grab the trash can and move it onto the bed. Y/N holds onto it as she starts to throw up again, coughing.

"It hurts, daddy." She sobs.

"I know, baby. I know. You just gotta let it out and it'll be over." Rudy comforts. He starts to rub her head, but she whines and pushes his hand away before vomiting some more. Rudy doesn't touch her again, understanding she doesn't like it.

After a few moments, Y/N finishes and she lets out a small whine. She lays back down, cuddling her stuffed animal. Rudy gets up and goes to the bathroom, pouring the puke into the toilet and flushing. He washes the trash can out and grabs a wash cloth, getting it wet.

He goes back to the room and puts the trash can down before gently wiping Y/N's face.

"Drink some ginger ale, baby." Rudy grabs the cup and holds it out to her.

"I don't want anything." Y/N whines.

"You need liquids, baby girl. If you don't have any then you'll dry heave and that can hurt a lot more." Rudy says.

Y/N sighs, sitting up, and takes the cup. She slowly sips some of it before giving it back to Rudy and he puts it back.

Rudy puts the first Narnia movie in before lying back in bed. He holds Y/N close to him, his daughter cuddling close to him, her back to his chest so she can see the TV.

Rudy keeps his arm around her, gently pressing a few kisses to her head. He uses his pinky and slowly strokes her nose. He continues to run his pinky along her nose while cuddling her as they both the movie, the girl slowly falling asleep.

By time Edmund gets reunited with his siblings, Rudy looks down at his daughter and sees her asleep. He stops brushing her nose keeping his arms around her.

"I love you, sweet girl." He whispers, kissing her on the head. He shuts his eyes, falling back asleep for however long he'll be able to.

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[dudadragneel]

Hello guys! It's me!

How are. You?

And I'm back, once again! But now ,with one of my original ideas!

I hope you'll like it!

PENALTY GONE WRONG

They were all having fun recording an episode os SKZ-Talker with Rain sunbaenim. They chatted, reminded Rain that he was old. Everything was going well, until the last segment in which they all got a drink and mixed betweem them, there was a penalty drink.

Said drink unfortunately ended up in Felix's hand. He started to chug it which immediately told everyone in the room that he had gotten the penalty drink. Making even Rain subaenim laugh by the obviousness.

Ther all had fun reactions, laughing.

But none of them were expecting the turn of events that drink would cause.

Felix decided to chug it instead of spitting it out immediately. And he soon realised that that might've been one of his worst life decisions. He is known in the grouo for having a rather sensitive gag reflex, but it seemed that he had forgotten that when he decided to chug the penalty drink.

After finishing most of it, he gagged turning his face away. He thought that that was it. Just a gag, a normal reaction to a bad tasting drink.

But, unfortunately for him, his body had other plans. Without noticing, he gagged again, but this time, it brought up the drink he had just drank.

- Felix!?

Chan immediately reacted getting up from his seat.

It caught everyone by surprise, and even himself. He was in a state of shock. But everyone else's shock was turning into worriness. They all turned to him and started speaking and upon seeing his little brother obvious shock, Chan got closer to him and ordered the members to back away.

- Calm down. Give him some space.

Putting a hand on Felix shoulder Chan began asking him a few questions to assess the situation.

- Felix? What's going on?

He said getting the cup from the boy's hand.

Felix was so stunned with what had just happened he could barely gather his thoughts correctly.

- I- I dont know...

- Were you feeling sick before?

- No. I was fine.

Indeed, he was fine before. He wasnt feeling anything strange, no stomach ache, no nausea, nothing. That's why he was surprised, he didnt have any sort of warning from his body that a simple gag would bring up vomit with it.

- Okay, do you think you're going to be sick again?

Chan asked already kneeling beside him.

- I dont know. Not really.

Felix comteplated for a few seconds before looking at his brother.

- Hyung, can you take me to the bathroom?

He said defeated, he didnt exactly know what he was feeling, but he decided not to trust his body.

- Sure. let's go.

Chan stood up and helped Felix up. Putting an arm around his waist. The boy wasnt really feeling faint but he was so stunned, that his body lost strength.

- Minho-ya, Come with me.

Minho was quick to get by Felix side and grabbed him as well.

While they were heading to the bathroom, Felix started to feel strange, there was this burning sensation in his throat and his mouth was filling with saliva. He grabbed his hyungs hands for comfort and squeezed them until his knuckles turned white.

Chan and Minho were quick to notice that Felix was swallowing convulsively and kept looking forward, as if trying to control his body.

As soon as they got to the bathroom they went straight to the sink with Felix, given that his back was still injured and making him bend over a toilet was only going to make the boy feel worse.

He grabbed the edges of the sink, gripping just as tight as he did before with his hyungs hands.

Chan was quick to help him.

- Hey, hey. It's okay, we're here with you. We've got you.

Chan said reassuringly as he put his hand on Felix back and Minho was massaging his nape.

Felix didnt want to be sick because he wasnt feeling sick before to begin with. He thought that if it was just his gag reflex acting up, there was no need to be sick anymore. He squeezed his eyes shut, and tried to take deep, controlled breaths, while swallowing down the urge to vomit again.

- Hey. Dont hold it in. If it's making you feel bad you need to let it out. Trust me, okay?

Chan said rubbing Felix's back from his lower back upwards.

He tried his best to keep his body under control but Chan's reassuring words and Minho's made him feel safe, made him realize there was no need to try to be tough.

- Come on, Felix, trust me, you're gonna feel better afterwards and we are here with you, okay?

- okay...

Felix took one last deep breath before allowing his body to do what it needed to do.

It didnt take long for his stomach to contract bringing up a strong wave of vomit that made his back painfully arch. They all noticed that the movement made his back hurt so they were quick to steady him.

A wet burp brought more pale brown liquid up hitting the sink with a sickening sound.

His hyungs kept rubbing his back and holding him.

After a few minutes, Felix felt empty and somewhat relieved and better.

Chan helped him rinse his mouth and the boy tried to keep himself up, but the movement earlier made his back hurt to the point his legs lost strength.

Lee Know was quick to grab him and guide him to sit on the ground.

- There, I got you. You're okay.

Minho said sitting beside him.

- how are you feeling now, Felix? Better?

- I guess so...

Chan kneeled in front of them putting a hand on Felix's shoulder to talk to him, while Minho left to get a water bottle for the boy.

- Hey, Felix, what happened? Were you feeling sick before?

The leader said with a tender expression.

- I dont know what happened hyung.... I was okay, I wasnt feeling anything, aside from the back pain. I think it was just my gag reflex.

- If you knew it was, why did you drink it then?

Chan asked trying not to sound like he was scolding him.

- I guess...I just didnt want to ruin the fun and draw the attention to me if I had to explain why I couldnt drink it.... but I guess I drew even more attention to me...

He tried to give a small smile.

- Okay. I understand you.

At that time, Minho arrived with the water which Felix gladly accepted and drank it in small sips, he knew it better than to further irritate his stomach.

After he finished he looked at his hyungs with pleading eyes.

- Hyung, I want to finish recording.

- Are you sure? You dont have to if you're feeling sick. I'm sure they'll understand.

- No. I want to finish recording. I am feeling better.

- Okay. I'll go talk to them but for now, you're gonna do as I say, okay? I want you to go to my studio with Minho. You're in shock with what happened and you need some time to rest and listen to your body. Let's go.

They carefully helped Felix up, with Minho and Chan wrapping their arms around him. After he was standing, he winced a bit at the sudden pain that he felt.

His hyungs noticed that and were heartbroken because they knew Felix couldnt take his pain medicine with an empty stomach.

Chan put the passcode to his studio and the three of them went in. They carefully sat down with Felix on the couch and Chan sat on his chair to talk to his dongsaengs.

- Felix, I am gonna let you finish recording. But for now you're gonna stay here and calm down okay? You were in shock because you werent expacting that to happen.

- Okay, hyung.

The boy was indeed shocked, his hands were shaking and he couldnt really think straight.

They noticed his hands were shaking too much, even in that stituation.

- Felix, what's wrong?

Minho said lowering his head to look into his dongsaeng's eyes just to see a tear ready to drop down.

- My back...my back hurts so much. It hurts so bad it's making me feel sick.

Felix said sobbing.

Lee Know immediately started massaging his nape.

- Hey, Felix, I need you to try and eat something, okay? So you can have your pain killer.

- I'll...I'll try...

- I'm gonna go and talk to the members and our subaenim.

- okay.

The younger ones said as they returned their attention to Felix and Chan left the room.

Felix tried his best not to pay any attention to the pain but it was getting annoying. He felt cold sweat running down his back and his mouth salivating.

- Hyung. I think I'm gonna throw up again.

He said grabbing his hyung's hand.

He didnt know why but he needed someone to keep him calm. He needed to feel grounded.

Minho looked at him with a pained expression. Seeing his dongsaeng like this was just unbearable.

- Hey, I've e got you, alright? You're okay. Just let it out.

Minho said putting the bin underneath the boy's chin.

Felix oppened his mouth and immediatelly threw up bile. His stomach was completely empty, but was determined to get everything out. Felix was starting to think it was punishment for drinking the penalty drink.

- there you go.

Minho said while rubbing his back and massaging his nape.

Felix was grateful he had his members with him, or he'd gone crazy.

After he was finished, Minho handed the water bottle so he could rinse his mouth.

- Here, sit back on the couch. Try to relax your body a little.

- Hyung, do you have your nausea pill with you?

- Yes. I'll go get it. Leave the door open.

Minho said as he left the room, leaving Felix alone.

He was feeling horrible, he felt guilty for drinking that and getting sick and worrying the members, and to top that, his back that was hurting before, was almost unbearable now. Arching his back when he threw up earlier just made it hurt more.

After a few minutes Minho returned followed by Hyunjin and Chan.

- Hey, Felix. How are you? You're okay?

Hyunjin asked sitting beside him and gently wrapping his arms around him.

- I dont know anymore...

- Felix, I got the pill. But let's just chat for a bit so you can calm down and then you take the pill, okay?

- Okay.

- So, what happened back there? Were you already feeling sick?

- No, not at all. It was just my gag reflex, as soon as the drink hit halfway through it immediately came up. I didnt know I was going to be sick. I wasnt feeling anything at all. But now it triggered my stomach so I'm feeling nauseous and my back is hurting because of the movement.

- Felix, if you knew your gag reflex would act up, you shouldn't have taken it.

Chan said with a more serious tone of voice.

- I know...like I said before, I just didnt want to ruin the fun.

- I understand you. But next time listen to your body, okay?

- Understood hyung.

- I talked to the others and our sunbaenim and they said we could take a break until you're feeling better to resume recording.

- Okay.

Felix stayed at Chan's studio with Minho and Hyunjin and after a while the others came one by one to see how he was doing.

He had managed to take the pill Minho brought and it made him sleepy. He had been cuddling Hyunjin since the boy got to the studio and fell asleep in his arms.

They were all relieved to see him sleeping like that because it meant that he wasn't paying attention to the pain in his back. He couldn't take his medication and his hyungs were worried about his pain, but they thought that maybe sleeping would help.

After about 40 minutes, he woke up, feeling a little better although he felt something was still off. But he thought that he could end recording and then go home.

- Hey. You're awake. How are you feeling?

- A bit better. Still feels off and my back is hurting... I just want to finish recording and go home...

- Okay then. Let's go.

Like he thought, he did manage to finish recording but by the time the director said it was done he was sweating like he had run a marathon and he was shaking as well. Everyone noticed the obvious distress he was in and got closer to him.

- Hey, Felix, what's wrong?

- M-my back...it's pounding...

When throwing up earlier, arching his back worsened his injury and he was in imense pain, to the point he was sweaty, pale and felt faint and nauseous.

- Hyung...I feel dizzy and sick...

- Can you stand? Can you make it to the bathroom?

- I don't know...

Felix tried standing up but the moment he put strength on his legs, he felt a sharp pain and sat back down almost immediately.

- I guess that's a no. Can someone grab me a bucket or a bin?

One of the boys ran to get the trashcan in the practice room and gave to Chan who placed it on Felix's lap and helped him hold it.

He felt his mouth fill with saliva and spat it out on the trashcan. It was just thick saliva coming out, he wasn't even gagging just spitting it out because he felt like if he swallowed it hed throw up right away.

He didn't want that, but he felt nauseous and each time his back throbbed in pain, the nausea would get worse.

His stomach jumped making him gag wetly into his hand but he managed to hold it in, feeling relieved after doing so, but soon finding out his body didn't want that.

- Felix, if it's bothering you, let it out.

Felix just shook his head, he didn't want to throw up, not again. But he had no choice, another jump inside his stomach made its contents shoot up and he felt it hit the back of his throat.

He ducked his head as a wet burp brought out a thick stream of vomit hitting the bottom of the bucket, the noise making the boys flinch.

- there we go. You're doing good.

Chan said as he rubbed Felix's back up and down.

Felix broke into a coughing fit caused by a piece of food that got stuck in his throat and that triggered another bout of vomit to come out.

- Easy mate. Take it easy.

Chan reassured now rubbing Felix's chest to provide some relief and comfort. Felix tried to focus on his brother's touch and took a deep breath in.

- There. That's it.

Chan reassured continuing the movement and getting Felix's hair out of his face that was damped with sweat.

Another gurgle in his stomach sent even more hot liquid up his chest that gushed out with a wet burp, mixing with the vomit inside the trashcan with a sickening sound. And after that, he was left dry heaving and spitting out saliva.

- I think you're done. Straighten your back and take a deep breath.

Chan said as he gently rubbed Felix's chest and back, and breathing with him, trying to calm him down.

- Thanks, hyung...I'm sorry...

- Don't apologize. But next time, please listen to your body and tell us, okay?

Chan said, taking the trashcan from his lap and giving to one of the members, who made a disgusted face that everyone laughed at, as he quickly walked away to dispose of it.

- I wanna go home...

- We will.

The staff had seen the disaster unfold before their eyes so they were ready to take the boys home. Given how Felix was complaining about his back pain, they deemed it best to take him to his doctor first to make sure that his back injury hadn't worsened in the last few hours.

Thankfully it didn't, the doctor told them it was just a temporary strain to his injury but it would go away in a day or two. Since he was in considerate pain, the doctor prescribed him an IV pain medication and a nausea one as well, that kept him in the hospital for at least two hours before he could go home. But it worked, the pain was controlled, the nausea seemed to have faded away and he was sleepy.

The boy was so tired he slept the entire ride home and barely woke up to get out of the car. The members helped him bath and eat and took care of him for the rest of the day, the way he deserved.

Since they were all worned out from the schedules, they ended up falling asleep, cuddled to each other in the living room for the rest of the day, and the rain outside felt like it was washing away their fatigue.

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“Dude, that was awesome!” Jake exclaimed, smiling at the model, “but you're not taking my place in the band, ok?” his mouth turned into a pout, making everyone laugh.

“Please, I don't want your place dude,” he patted the boy's shoulder, “I want your vocalist.” his gaze went from the Australian boy to you and he winked at you before taking a sip of his beer.

“We brought more drinks!” Heeseung says, placing different drinks on the table, followed by Jay who was carrying more drinks.

“Wow, isn't that a bit much?” Jake asked, grabbing another beer.

“Are you kidding me? That's mainly for Hoon, yn and me! We're barely tipsy.” Jay said, shaking his head before he took a sip on his own drink.

“If you guys excuse me, I'm going to the bathroom,” you got up from your seat. The boys asked you if you wanted them to go with you as they usually did to keep you safe from any drunk idiot. “Nah, it's fine, I'll-” Sunghoon interrupted you.

“I'll go with you! I need to go too,” he chugged down the rest of his drink before he got up. You walked towards the bathroom, feeling Sunghoon's hand tugging on your waist as you walked between the crowd.

As soon as you both got close to one of the walls, Sunghoon pulled you against it and pressed his body against yours, caging you between his taller frame and the wall.

“Hoon, what are you doing?” you bit back a smile as you placed your hands on his chest. The boy smirked, leaning down until you felt his breath against your lips.

“I've been wanting to do this since I saw you staring at me from the table,” he said against your lips. He took his hands to your waist and pulled you closer to him as he crashed his lips against yours, kissing you slowly but passionately. You smiled against his lips as you kissed him back.

You felt his tongue grazing your lips as he was asking for permission, you parted your lips, letting him push his tongue inside your mouth as the kiss got deeper. You felt his bulge poking your body as you made out. You pulled away from him, he followed your lips and kept kissing you, making you giggle against his lips.

“Hoon~” you mumbled between kisses, “I need to go to the bathroom.” You pulled away from him, making the boy whine and pout.

“Alright,” he pecked your lips again, “I'll be waiting here, baby girl.” You nodded, running to the bathroom behind you.

After a few minutes, you saw him staring at the ceiling as he waited for you. “Sorry, there was a queue inside,” you apologized with a cute smile.

“It's okay, angel,” he grabbed you by the waist again, kissing you again. “I swear I'll never get tired of this,” he whispered against your lips.

“Let's go back with the boys, baby~” you said, grabbing his hand as you guided him towards the table but he made you stop right in the middle of the crowd.

“Not yet, I want to keep kissing you,” he said, pulling you closer to him as he started to move his body to the beat of a random song. “Let's dance, baby.” You rolled your eyes playfully as you followed his steps dancing with him before you cupped his cheeks, pulling him into a kiss.

A few minutes passed between kisses and dancing, making you both smile as you had a good time.

“We should go back, sweetheart,” he whispered in your ear, looking towards the table where your friends were waiting and apparently playing a drinking game.

“Yeah, let's go, baby boy,” you cooed, grabbing his hand and dancing towards the table as he followed you.

“Where were you?” Heeseung asked curiously, “it's been like thirty minutes! You're missing the fun guys!” he clearly had a few more drinks and he was slightly drunk.

“There was a long queue,” you said, shrugging as you both sat down at the table next to Heeseung, leaving you in the middle. Sunghoon placed his hand on your thigh, rubbing small circles on your skin with his thumb.

“Alright, let's keep playing!” Jay exclaimed, looking at you for a second. “I've never fucked my ex,” you looked at him, throwing daggers at him as you took your drink, taking a sip of it. Sunghoon did the same.

“My turn!” you said quickly, “I've never spent more than one week crying over my ex.” You smirked mischievously, watching Jay sighing and drinking too, what you didn't expect was Sunghoon grabbing his drink too and taking a sip.

You kept playing and having fun until the bar closed. You guys said goodbye to the bar's owner who became a good friend after a few months of playing there before you got on Sunghoon's car.

“Guys, I'll stay at the boy's place, I'm visiting my brother tomorrow and their house is closer to his place.” Heeseung said, saying goodbye to you and Sunghoon as he left the car along with Jay and Jake.

“Alright, have fun with your brother tomorrow Hee!” you smiled at him, waving at the boys and making sure that they got inside the building before you left.

Sunghoon started driving towards your place. His hand fell on your thigh, rubbing small circles again as he skillfully drove with one hand.

“Looks like we have the place for ourselves…” he smirked as his touch got more suggestive. His hand made its way up, getting closer to your clothed core as you gulped on your seat, starting to get wet.

“Y-yeah,” you stuttered, gripping on his wrist. “Hoon, you're driving.”

“And? I just need to go straight from here,” he grinned mischievously, taking his hand further. He slid his hand under your skirt, pressing his index against your clothed clit, making you whine.

“H-Hoonie,” he smiled at your sound, “can't we wait until we're home?” He shook his head as he kept teasing your clit slowly, making you moan louder.

“I just want to make you feel good, pretty girl~” He smirked, “can you take your panties off for me, sweetheart? You're so wet already.”

“But-” he moved his hand faster, “fuck.” you sighed, taking your panties off to give him better access. He slid his fingers between your folds, gathering your essence before he kept moving his finger on your clit. You could feel your orgasm approaching when he pulled his hand away.

“Such a good girl~” he teased, taking his hand up to his mouth and licking his fingers clean as he moaned. “You taste so good, baby girl.” You whined, pouting at him.

“Keep going please,” you begged, looking at him with puppy eyes. He looked at you by the corner of his eye, licking his lips.

“Oh? But I'm driving~” he teased, earning a whimper from you. You frowned but you wouldn't let him tease you like that so you decided to put your hand on his thigh. He stiffened, clenching his jaw as he felt your hand moving on his thigh until it was resting on his crotch. “What are you doing?” he gulped.

“Just returning the favor~” you teased, palming him. His dick started to grow in his pants as he started to get hard. You moved your hand faster, earning a moan from him as he gripped the steering wheel before the car suddenly stopped, making you stop your moves.

“Out. Now.” he mumbled, looking at you with a dark spark in his eyes. You obliged, watching him getting out of the car as well since he just pulled over right in front of your building. He locked the car before rushing you to the apartment.

As soon as you got home, he pinned you against the wall, his hand going straight to your clit again.

“Think you can touch me like that when I'm driving, YN?” he asked, rubbing your clit faster, making your legs shake from the pleasure as you moaned.

“I-i'm sorry,” you whispered, holding onto his biceps as you bit down on your lip.

“You know daddy will only forgive his little girl if she does something for him, right?” he cooed with faux sympathy, sliding one finger inside you and making you moan. “How are you still so tight, slut?” he groaned, thrusting his finger faster into you.

“Y-yes sir, I'm sorry,” you whined when he pushed a second finger inside you. “Fuck, f-feels so good.” Sunghoon smirked as he thrusted his fingers faster into you.

“Yeah? Are you getting close, slut?” he leaned, biting down on your neck and sucking hickeys on your skin.

“Y-yes please!” you replied between moans. “So close daddy!” You rolled your hips, matching his thrusts before you felt him smiling against your neck.

“But first you're gonna fix daddy's big problem~” he cooed, pulling his fingers out of you and making you kneel in front of him. He shoved his own fingers covered in your arousal into his mouth, sucking them clean as he moaned around them.

You knew what came next, you wanted to free his cock and suck him off but he still had your hands caged between his bigger one. He looked down at you, biting on his lip as he tried to get rid of his pants.

“No!” you exclaimed, making him raise an eyebrow. “I- I want you to keep the outfit…” you felt your cheeks blushing as you looked away shyly. Sunghoon groaned, freeing his cock and grabbing it with his free hand, pumping his lenght until he was fully hard.

“Open up,” he ordered. You obliged, parting your lips. Sunghoon tapped your lip with his tip, smirking at you. The view was just too perfect, flushed cheeks and big doe eyes looking up at him as you eagerly waited for him to push his cock inside you. “Come on, don't be shy, princess.”

You nodded, kissing his tip teasingly and kitten licking his slit, earning a moan from him. He pushed his cock further into your mouth as his hand traveled to your hair, slightly tugging on it. You bobbed your head, making him groan.

“Baby, stop teasing.” he mumbled, pushing your head closer to him, making you choke on his dick.

The tears started to roll down your face as you kept bobbing your head, earning more pretty sounds from the model. “Aw, look at you pretty girl, told you I was going to ruin your makeup~”

The figure skater wasn't too patient, so he started to fuck your mouth mercilessly, making you drool as he moaned louder. You felt Sunghoon's dick twitching in your mouth as he started to thrust faster. He pulled your hair, reaching his high and shooting his warm seed down your throat.

You swallowed his load as the boy kept thrusting through his orgasm, breathing heavily. You kept sucking, licking him clean as he kept moaning from the overstimulation.

“Fuck, that was so good,” he pulled you away from his cock, making you get up and pulling you into a hungry kiss, tasting himself on your tongue. You kissed him back, just as eagerly as him.

Sunghoon placed your hands around his neck as his hands roamed around your body. His big hands caressed your ass as he ground against your core, making you moan into the kiss. You tangled your fingers between his soft locks, pulling him as close as you can. He picked you up, walking towards the living room. Once you were there, he gently laid you down on the couch as you both made out.

You felt his cock getting harder against your core, his tip grazing your clit every time he moved, making you see stars. You pulled away, trying to catch your breath as the boy left a trail of kisses down your neck and collarbones.

“Hoon, please,” you whispered, watching the boy discarding your top and kissing your boobs. “Fuck, Sunghoon,” you whined when he took one of your boobs into his mouth, sucking on it and nibbling your nipple as he kneaded the other with his hand.

The boy kept grinding against you, feeling his cock throbbing between your wet folds. “Feels so good, might cum like this~” he teased, paying attention to the other boob.

“No, please, want you to cum inside me,” you pouted, “Hoonie, fuck me.” You begged, watching him sucking a hickey on your boob before he looked up at you with a smile.

“Anything for my little slut~” he mumbled, taking his hand down to align his tip with your entrance and pushing it inside you slowly, moaning together. “Fuck, you're still tight, doll.” he whispered, pushing his cock deeper as you moaned.

His big cock stretched you out deliciously. You switched one of your hands down to his back, digging your nails into his skin.

“Fuck, so good!” you moaned as he thrusted faster into you. You rolled your hips, meeting his thrusts and making him grunt.

Sunghoon gripped your waist, digging his nails onto your skin, he was gripping so hard that you were sure that it'd leave a bruise in the morning. He took one of his hands down to play with your clit as he kept pounding.

“Fuck, angel, you feel so good,” he mumbled between moans. “So fucking pretty,” you clenched your walls around his cock as you were getting closer to your orgasm. “Are you gonna cream daddy's cock?” he teased, moving his hand faster.

“Fuck, yes daddy!” you whimpered, biting down on your lip.

“My good girl, you're taking me so well, fuck,” he leaned down, biting down on your neck as he picked up his pace.

The living room was filled with lewd sounds and the clapping sound of his skin hitting yours with every thrust.

You moaned louder as you came all over his cock, clenching around him and triggering his own orgasm, making him paint your walls with his white thick cum as he kept pounding through your orgasm.

Sunghoon and you panted, trying to catch your breath as his head fell on your chest. The boy hugged you tightly, listening to your heartbeat as he shut his eyes, happily smiling. You moved your hand to his hair, playing with his soft locks as you tried to calm down.

“Are you okay, my love?” he whispered, looking up at you as he rubbed your waist softly.

“Mhm,” you nodded, kissing his lips softly. “You look so hot in that outfit, Hoonie~” you smiled at him, making him chuckle.

“Yeah? You look hot in that outfit too baby~” he kissed your neck lovingly, before he whispered in your ear, “but it looks better on the floor~” You giggled and hit his arm playfully.

“You're such a pervert,” you rolled your eyes playfully.

“Me? Baby, you asked me to fuck you like this,” he teased, “people usually do it naked, you know?” he bit his lip, trying not to laugh as you gasped.

“Shut up! You're just as kinky as I am!” you whined, pouting at him.

“You're so cute when you're annoyed~” he cooed before crashing his lips against yours, kissing you lovingly. You smiled against his lips, kissing him back as you played with his hair. You pulled away from him, meeting two starry eyes looking straight into yours, a pair of eyes filled with love.

“Come on baby, let's go get you cleaned,” he picked you up before getting up, his cock still buried inside you, which made you look at him curiously. “What? We don't want to ruin the couch right?” he goofily smiled.

“Heeseung would literally burn it,” you nodded, “so you'll just carry me?” you asked, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Of course, baby girl,” he said, walking towards the bathroom. Once you were inside the bathroom, he pulled out, watching his cum dripping down your thighs and biting down on his lip as he put you down.

“Oh fuck,” he whispered before kneeling in front of you, licking the cum off your thighs as he went up to your core. He licked a stripe up your pussy, making you moan. Sunghoon smirked as he moved his tongue between your folds, cleaning you up and swallowing the mix of your cum and his.

You looked down, finding his lustful eyes looking up at you, watching your reactions. He shoved his tongue inside your hole, eating you out like a starved man as he moaned against you. His nose poking at your clit made you moan louder. You rolled your hips, riding his face as he kept fucking you with his tongue.

You let out a loud moan as you came all over his face. Sunghoon lapped at your cunt, swallowing your cum as he kept sucking on your clit, making you shudder. You tugged on his hair, trying to pull him away.

“S-Sunghoon, t-too much,” you whimpered as he kept eating you out. He hugged your thighs, trying to keep you still. A few moments later, you were cumming again on his mouth, crying from the overstimulation.

He grinned, standing up again as he licked his lips. “You taste so good, angel,” he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a kiss so you could taste yourself on his tongue. “Let's clean you up.” He smiled softly, grabbing your hand and guiding you to the bathtub.

Sunghoon helped you to sit down, the warm water covered your body, relaxing your muscles. Sunghoon discarded his clothes and sat down behind you, wrapping his arms around you and pressing his chest against your back. He left soft pecks on your shoulders and neck, making you giggle.

“This is so nice,” you whispered, turning your head to kiss his jaw. You placed your hands on top of his, rubbing them softly.

“It'd be better if we had some candles~” He kissed your cheek softly. “Maybe some music~”

“How romantic~” you replied teasingly, pressing a chaste kiss against his lips. “But this is already perfect.” You smiled at him, squeezing his hand softly.

“I'm glad that you like this, baby girl,” Sunghoon whispered, intertwining your fingers with his and caressing your hand with his thumb. “But we need to clean you up, my love.”

The model grabbed the bottle of shampoo, squeezing a good amount on his hand before he massaged your scalp gently. After he rinsed your hair, he helped you with the soap, massaging your body as he kissed every inch of your body. After a long and cute bath, he dried your body and hair, helping you to get in your pajamas before you both laid down in your bed.

You cuddled him, smiling as you both kept talking and kissing until the sun was shining in the blue sky again and you both went to sleep in each other's arms.

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The Bangtan Gal Chapter 31- You Are Special

Chapter Summary: Jin freaks out about JenKook's dance, Jen reveals a secret hobby and befriends Amber from f(x) on A Song For You. Jimin and Jungkook playfully fight over Jennie. Jen exceeds expectations, earning props for her charisma in War of Hormone and nurses Jungkook a second time

Words: 6,000+

Genre: Jungkook fluff! JenKook!

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Back at the dorm, the two teens arrive and are immediately greeted by the members.

"You two have been gone a while." Yoongi pointed out.

"Yeah, what happened?" Tae asked.

"We're learning a dance for War of Hormone." Jennie answered.

"Yeah, we're dancing together for her verse," Jungkook added.

"What type of dancing?" Jin intervened

"What do you think?" Yoongi bluntly responded.

"WHA!?" Jin yelled. "You two are growing up a little bit too fast!"

"Here we go." Yoongi rubbed his temples.

"Who approved this!?"

"Our dance teacher!" Jennie exclaimed.

"Why are you doing this!? You're not 18, yet! Is this why you took so long!? This dance better be appropriate! Do I need to have a talk with our dance instructor!?"

"Jin, calm down!" Jennie shouted.

"That's enough interaction for today. I want you two separated!" Jin started pushing Jennie into her room.

"Whoa, whoa, wait a minute! Why do I need to go into my room!? I didn't do anything!"

"We were going to play video games after we shower! Wait, hyung!" Jungkook called out.

"Shower!? Together!?" Jin started to loudly laugh nervously.

"N-no! Separately!" Jungkook tried to explain.

Jin pushed Jennie into her room and locked the door. 

"JIN!" Jennie shouted.

This was all taken out of context.

"I'll lecture you later, Jennie. As for you!" Jin stomped over to Jungkook.

"I guess Jungkookie isn't a little Kookie anymore," Jimin added insult to injury as he watched Jin lecture him.

"We're just dancing!" Jungkook tried to explain.

"THAT dancing is not appropriate for you two! You're too young! Stop trying to grow up so fast!" Jin rambled on.

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With all eight members in the dance studio, they decided to clean up the choreography for War of Hormone. After stretching, the guys but Jin were eager to see what Jen and Jungkook had in store for the dance and watched them perform. 

When it was finally Jennie's verse of the song, she strutted to the front while Jungkook watched her from behind, doing his signature lip bite and seductive staring.

"Nope!" They all hear Jin shout before she can start to lipsync, making them halt what they are doing.

"Oh, mah God! Jin! We didn't even touch each other, yet!" She exclaimed while Namjoon paused the song.

"Yet!? Those dirty looks he's giving you are too inappropriate!"

"Hyung, it's just part of the song!" Jungkook tried to explain.

"You were staring at her butt!"

"It's part of the song! Tae tried to grab her butt, remember!"

Meanwhile, the guys were laughing in the background, at their bickering. Jin was really losing his mind on this dance.

"I guess our Jungkookie is growing up and isn't so shy around the ladies anymore." Jimin teased.

"Didn't know he had it in him," Yoongi added.

"I'll start the verse over again," Namjoon spoke up with an amused facial expression. 

Jungkook let out a sigh. This was going to be a long day. Starting again, Jen strutted to the front, tapping the side of her head and the side of her shoe.

I know I'm the best, from head to toe

It's completely ridiculous if you think I don't know

My hair

My body

My waist and legs

It's okay to stare, I know that I look good

Jin watched with concern as he saw her waving Jungkook's flirty looks away, as he got closer to her. To try to get rid of his anxiousness, he started chugging his water.

Yea, I see you starin' hard

Caught you off guard

I see you droolin'

Who are you foolin'

The guys started making goofy whoops and hollers when Jungkook approached her from behind. As soon as they started to body roll together, Jin spit out his water, shaking his head.

"No! Oh, HELL NO! We are not doing this! You're too close! Her butt is too close to you!" Jin frantically pulled Jungkook away from her. "How dare you grind in front of me!? This is too dirty! Who thought this was a good idea?"

"Jin, calm down!" Jennie shouted, looking at him like he was crazy. "It's just dancing!"

"Calm down? I am calm! This is as calm as I'm gonna get until I start screaming from all the touching you two are doing! You're too young! Wait until you're 30 to start doing this stuff. Remain pure while you can! I beg of you!"

"Oh, my God..." She groaned, rubbing the back of her neck. She grabbed her water bottle and took a few sips, watching the commotion.

"Jin! Why'd you stop them!?" Namjoon whined.

"Aw, man! They were getting to the good part!" Jimin complained with the rest of the guys as they whined about the interruption.

"Good part!? Her big booty is too close to Jungkookie's Kookie!" Jin shouted out of nowhere.

His sudden statement made Jen choke on her water while Jungkook started to get flustered. Feeling Jungkook's hands patting her back to help her stop choking, Jen's face started to heat up. She never even thought of it that way until Jin brought it up.

And did he really just name Jungkook's-

"Kookie!? BWAHAHAHAHAHA~" The guys laughed out loud, while Jennie coughed and tried to catch her breath.

"I cannot have this! I won't have this! Where is Mr.Son?! We need to have a chat!" Jin storms out of the room.

----

'A Song For You'

"2,3. Bang Tan! Hello, we're BTS!"

The members greet as they sit next to each other and applaud. Jennie sat next to V and Suga while the three MCs, Kangin from Super Junior, Amber from f(x) and Sungjae from BTOB sat across from them.

"Greet us in your native tongues." Sungjae requested.

Jennie went first, saying in English, "Hey! I'm Jennie from America. What up? What up?" She waved.

"Ayeee!" Amber grinned and high fived her. "I'm from LA. We gotta hang out sometime!"

"Yeah, that'll be dope!"

"We'll exchange numbers after the show."

"We just got here and Jennie is always making friends." Namjoon laughed with the rest of the members.

"Not always! I mean, I do want to have more idol friends." Jen explained.

"That's it, you're stuck with me. We're going to become great pals. I'll introduce you to some of the people I hang out with." Amber beamed.

"That'll be great!"

After the rest of the guys said their greetings in their native tongues, Jin explained the meaning of Danger, their title song.

Is there a defining move in your choreography?" Sungjae asked.

"The high blood pressure dance," J-Hope answered, gesturing for Jimin to perform it. After watching him perform, the MCs were impressed.

"Can you show us some rap exclusives for the show?" Amber asked.

"I'll try." Rap Monster answered. "Okay, yo. A Song For You. BTOB Yook Sungjae, Super Junior Kangin, f(x) Amber, we're all here together in Jeju-do. A good program where I can rap. I'm wondering if there could be a better program. And I'm here rapping right now. Lost here like a man with no sense of direction. Being here like this, it's so sweet sweet."

'My Goodness'

"Whoa~" The MC replied in awe while the rest of the members applauded.

"You really are a monster." Kangin pointed out, earning a laugh from Rapmon.

"We don't call him monster for nothing," J-Hope added.

"Your story and rap...you sound so cool." Kangin praised.

"V is really into rap these days," Jimin spoke up.

"Mic check. 1,2,3. Hell yeah." Amber said in English.

"A song for you. For inviting us, I thank you." V started to rap, earning loud laughs from everyone. "A song for you. I really like you. I want to come back here with you. You." He finished, as the studio erupted into more laughter.

After Jungkook was asked to dance to Something by Girl's Day, Amber pointed out, "So, I heard that Jennie is good at boy group dances. Can you show us?"

"Yeah, let's go." She eagerly stood up.

EXO's Overdose came on as she heard 'Oh she wants me'

Listening to the song, to preparing to dance to the chorus, J-Hope giggled out that she was about to get serious. As soon as the chorus came on, she smoothly did the dance moves, making the moves pop and look fierce.

"She's so dramatic~!" Jimin teased.

Getting on the floor, she smoothly kicked out her legs on both sides.

'New EXO member???'

After she was done, she got a round of applause as she sat back down in her seat.

"That was really impressive." Kangin praised.

"She does this all the time. I feel like she's gonna end up in another group and kick us to the curb." Rap Monster laughed.

"Never! BTS for life!" Jennie guaranteed.

"Do you have a bias?" Amber asked.

A smile came across Jennie's face. Bias? Of course, she had one. "Yes, I do. It's Baekhyun."

"What would you do if you met him?"

"I'm told I'm outgoing so, I mean I would just approach him, introduce myself. Maybe ask for a hug if I can. If he'd let me. That'll be super awesome. Hehehe." She started giggling uncontrollably, covering her face. "This is kind of embarrassing."

"I like her, she's hilarious!" Amber laughed.

After V's impressions of an actor, Kangin mentioned that fans around the world sent them video messages, so they decided to check out a video from the fans.

"Hi, I'm Karolina."

"I'm Julia."

"We are from Poland. My bias is Jimin. We always watch and we're keeping up with them. Because your music makes us happy. Jennie is pretty and the guys are handsome when they're smiling."

"Brings us to tears."

"When they are dancing, krumping and singing. Our hearts are speeding up. They are real."

"BTS is amazing!" They shout and start showing impressions for each member. The girls smile cutely for Jennie's impression, making her giggle. 

"BTS, you are unique! We love you! It's time to surprise!"

BTS eagerly watched them peel off a BTS poster, telling them to come to Poland. Later, they are requested by the two girls to perform Miss Right. 

As the song came on, Jennie started to speak, "Hey ladies. My boys are looking for their special someone. Have you seen her? Is it you? Perhaps you? Maybe even you? You see, my boys over here, they're lookin' for that...special girl. Someone they can call their own. Someone who can take walks with them. Someone who can fit that puzzle piece. Their ideal type. Their Miss Right. Tell em' Rapmon," She smiled as Rap Monster started to rap.

You're my Miss Right, Miss Right

neol nochindamyeon miss, right?

Miss Right? (All Right)

You're my Miss Right, Miss Right

Girl you want my kiss, right?

Miss Right (All Right)

'Game Mission'

Their next video message was from two girls from Chile. "We are Connor and Melly from Chile. We are big fans of BTS. We love you, guys. You are so good. We're making this video because we want you to play a game."

After they demonstrate the game, which is to have some small food to put in your mouth and catch the most food to win, they pick teams.

'Game Rules'

'Two members from each team, one throws and one catches with their mouth. Whichever team catches the most marshmallows wins. The winners get Jeju-do black pork burgers.'

'Team Red- Sungjae, Kangin, Amber, Jin, Suga'

'Team Blue- V, Jungkook, Rap Monster, Jimin, J-Hope'

Since it was an odd number, Jennie decided to just sit out and watch. She also wasn't hungry because she ate before coming on the show. But she asked if she could try it before the game started, while Amber was the thrower of the marshmallows. Spinning around ten times, Jennie ended up stumbling back, landing on her butt while everyone giggled at her.

"I don't even drink yet and I feel tipsy." She felt her head spin and held it.

"You all right?" Amber asked with a chuckle.

"I think so." She stumbled back on her feet. "All right, I'm ready."

Pulling herself together, she watched intently as Amber tossed a marshmallow at her. Opening up her mouth, and ducking down to catch it, she failed the attempt as it hit her nose. The second time, she managed to catch it in her mouth, including the third. During the fourth attempt, it almost landed in her mouth but it bounced against her teeth before it could get in.

"Ah! I got a small mouth, it's too big!" She exclaimed, earning a loud laugh from Rapmon. "Hush! You're gonna make me lose my concentration."

After her turn, she eagerly watched with the rest as Jin tried to catch marshmallows in his mouth. He managed to get 8.

"Yo! This is ridiculous! Like how!" Jennie watched as Jimin effortlessly caught the marshmallows in his mouth.

It was tied and now it was time for the tiebreak. Jin vs Jimin for the win. As they watched the intense battle, everyone jumped up and down, yelling in cheers. 

"This is so intense. My heart is racing." Jen watched on.

As soon as Jin missed the last marshmallow, Team Blue erupted in loud screams and cheers as they started jumping up and down, all over the place. Jen watched in amusement and congratulated them. After the game segment, they all take their seats. 

"The production team received photos from BTS before the shoot and uploaded them on our SNS. The fan response was huge." Sungjae announced.

"Let's see what comments they left," Amber revealed the first photo which was Jin's Mario collection. Next up was the Dodgers stadium photo in LA. Jungkook posted that photo. When J-Hope revealed that he loved baseball, Kangjin happily agreed, revealing that he likes it too. 

As the members revealed their favorite baseball teams, Jennie said, "I don't watch baseball here. Or back in America. Honestly, I prefer to watch football. And I love Tennis and golf." 

"I'm offended." Kangjin deadpanned, earning laughs from everyone.

The next photo was Jennie's which revealed a small DJ setup with a pair of headphones.

"Jennie's secret DJing booth." Amber read the caption and read some of the comments.

'She likes to DJ??? This is so new!'

'I never would have guessed that she was into something like this'

'I'm honestly surprised. This is really cool. I want to hear what she's doing with that!'

"Wait a minute! Wait a minute!" Rap Monster spoke up, raising his hand.

DJ? 

Jennie the DJ? 

Jennie DJs? 

What? Who, what and where? How? When?

"Did you just say DJ?" Jin questioned in amazement.

"DJ? You DJ?" Jimin turned to her with interest.

Letting out a breath, Jen nodded. "Fun fact, I like to play around as a DJ. For fun. I got into it a few years ago, before I came to Korea. I fell in love with how much you can create with this and to make all these different sounds to express yourself." She happily revealed. "If I wasn't doing K-Pop, I would rather be a DJ, honestly. I think I can do well as a DJ."

"Wow, this is very interesting," Sungjae said. "I'm shocked."

"Did you guys know this?" Rap Monster asked the members.

"I know about it," Suga replied. "She told me during one of our rapping sessions in the studio. After asking twenty times, she showed me a small peek of some of her stuff. It's not bad for just playing around. I hear potential."

"And since Suga makes music, he gave me some pointers. I'm taking it more seriously now, thanks to him. I just thought of it as something to play around with, but he changed my mindset of it." Jennie added.

"How come I didn't know this?" Jungkook spoke up.

"Yeah! What gives?" V added.

"I was nervous. I didn't think it was a big deal." She grinned sheepishly.

"What you showed me sounded like a big deal. It didn't sound like you were playing around." Suga pointed out.

"I want to hear this!" Jimin said keenly.

"So, when do you DJ?" Amber asked

"I only use it when I'm alone and to myself because I'm not ready to reveal the stuff I do on it, but I have been creating some cool things. So maybe in the future, I'll make a remix for one of our songs and perform it at a concert or something. You never know. Suga is really eager to work with me on it, ever since I showed him, so it's making me excited for the future."

When asked if they knew about their fans in Chile, Jennie answered, "I'm overwhelmed with happiness that we have so many international fans. It's astonishing that our music has reached out to so many, overseas. And the fact that the fans are making more friends because of the common interest of BTS, brings a lot of joy to my heart. We'll continue to work hard."

-------

During Music Bank, Jennie, wearing the outfit she wore from the music video, waited backstage as the guys did the opening.

Once it was her cue, she strutted out, not paying them any mind as they dropped their jaws, widened their eyes, and pointed her out.

jonjaehae jwoseo (cham) gamsahae

jeonhwa jom haejwo naega (ham) bap salge

a yojeum michin michin geo gata gichim gichim

hage mandeuneun yeojadeul otcharim

da bichim bichim

(berimachwi) ttaengkyu! nae siryeogeul ollyeojwo

(jayeollasik) don deuril pillyo eobseo

Gently grabbing a hold of her hand, Rap Monster gave her a seductive look, while she chuckled, playfully rolling her eyes.

I'll be in panic I'll be a fan

And I'll be a man of you you you you babe

Like he was sliding into her DMs, Jungkook smoothly approached her as he sang.

jakkuman nuni doragane yeojadeurui bae (Yup)

yeojadeureun bangjeongsik uri namjadeureun hae (Yup)

ttam ppilppil gwaenhi bilbildaege dwae

deo manhi jom sineojwo haihilhil

Standing in front of Jungkook, Jennie starts hopping around with the rest of them, until they turn around to the other side.

nado yeollyeodeorp al geon da areo

yeojaga segye choegoran geot mariyeo

Grabbing her hand, he started walking up to her until he was in her personal space, earning loud screams. He grinned in her face as she tilted her head to the side with a smile.

Yes I'm a bad boy so i like bad girl

illu wabwa baby urin jal doel geol

(Hello hello) (what!)

(Hello hello) (what!)

Tell me what you want right now

(Hello hello) (what!)

(Hello hello) (what!)

Imma give it to you girl right now

nae kkeon anirajiman neon choego

ni apeseo baebae kkoineun nae mom

nege dagaseogo sipjiman neomu simhage areumdawo

yeojaneun choegoui

seonmuriya seonmuriya

jinjja nae sowoneun

neoppuniya neoppuniya

nan neoramyeon I'm ok

Oh jajega andwae maeil

aptaedo choego dwitaedo choego

meoributeo balkkeutkkaji choego choego

La la la la la la la la la

aptaedo choego dwitaedo choego

La la la la la la la la la

meoributeo balkkeutkkaji choego choego

La la la la la la la la la

aptaedo choego dwitaedo choego

As she shook her behind, she stopped V from smacking it as she shook her head, giving him a warning look.

La la la la la la la la la

georeumgeori hanakkaji choego choego

Strutting forward, earning loud cheers, Jennie started her verse with a sexy expression on her face.

I know I'm the best, from head to toe.

It's completely ridiculous if you think I don't know.

Meanwhile, Jungkook and the rest of the guys were in the back. The guys try to hype Jungkook up to go approach her as he stares at her hard.

Jennie heard a lot of screams from the crowd and she was curious as to what the guys were doing behind her, but managed to ignore her curiosity and continue, deciding not to look back this time.

My hair

My body

My waist and legs

It's okay to stare, I know that I look good

Yea, I see you starin' hard

Caught you off guard

I see you droolin'

Who are you foolin'?

Meanwhile, Jungkook slowly made his way to her as he tried to flirt with her. She turned to him and ran a hand down his chest.

Sucks to know it won't be easy to tempt me

You and I both know that I'm driving you crazy

Running a hand through his hair, she continued.

Those sexy smirks and lip bites clearly show how much you're yearning

Grabbing his hand, she placed it on the side of her waist, running it down slowly to her hip and lower until it was at the side of her thigh as she remained unbothered by his seductive smirk and eyebrow raise.

Don't try to hide it, I see your body twistin' and turnin'

You call me an equation and say you can just do me

But we both know you're the one dreaming and wishing you could touch me

Jin managed not to faint on stage when he saw what his two babies were doing and went on with the song, making a mental note to lecture them big time for not showing him and telling him about this particular part of the dance. 

Did the rest of the guys know?

Body rolling with her and mirroring her movements from behind, Jungkook placed his hands on her hips, pulling her back as her back met his chest. They move together in sync as the crowd's screaming intensifies.

I could turn you into a man

But you can't handle this

You say you can't hold back and you wanna please me

I'm gonna need you to behave and take it easy

Turning around, she grabbed him by his jacket, pulling him close. Closer than expected, as they hear the crowd go into pandemonium. Jin wanted to yell when he saw how close their faces were. An inch closer, they would've kissed. Someone had some explaining to do. This was too dirty for his eyes. They were both his pure babies. And to see them so close like this, he's afraid of what might happen when they get older.

And yes I'm the baddest

Yes I'm a bad girl

But I ain't your baby, you gotta earn that

Shoving him away, the rest of the members met up with them as she stood in the middle, dancing to the chorus with them.

Hello hello, hello hello, I'll tell you what I want right now

Hello hello hello hello, I ain't givin' it to you right now.

I'm the best and I know it but I'm not yours.

I make your body twist and turn when you in front of me.

nege dagaseogo sipjiman neomu simhage areumdawo

yeojaneun choegoui

seonmuriya seonmuriya

jinjja nae sowoneun

neoppuniya neoppuniya

Approaching Jennie again, Jungkook grabbed her hand, smiling down at her as he gently lifted up her chin.

nan neoramyeon I'm ok

Oh jajega andwae maeil

aptaedo choego dwitaedo choego

meoributeo balkkeutkkaji choego choego

La la la la la la la la la

aptaedo choego dwitaedo choego

La la la la la la la la la

meoributeo balkkeutkkaji choego choego

La la la la la la la la la

aptaedo choego dwitaedo choego

eorim banpuneochi eobtji handu beonssik

nolda heeojil yeojadeuregen gwansim eobtji

geunde neol bomyeo baewo body geonchukhakgaeron

mukjikhage jeunggahaneun naui teseutoseuteron

horeumongwaui ssaum igyeonaen daeum

yeonguhae neoran jonjaeneun

banchigiya paul

mijeok gijuni badamyeon

neon jom simhae geu jache

gukga chawoneseo

gwallihaeya doel mihyeong munhwajae

As soon as J-Hope started to rap, he followed Jennie who was strolling away from them. He followed her with the rest of the guys

geunyeo meori badi heori dari

mal motaneun beomwikkaji

gwansim eopdan mari namjaroseon manhi eoisangsil

jageun jeseuchyeo hanaedo ppeogi gaji

Girl ni yuhoge bammada jikyeo

nae keompyuteo jari

As the guys made a door, J-Hope grabbed her by the hand and she stumbled forward in surprise. He opened up the door, gesturing for her to walk in. Shrugging, she walked through.

geunyeoreul wihan lady first

yeojan chagaun bingsan? Let it go

nal michige haneun female nal jageukhaji maeil

oneuldo horeumongwaui ssaum hu

nae yeodeureumeul jjae

image

(Hello hello) (what!)

(Hello hello) (what!)

Tell me what you want right now

(Hello hello) (what!)

(Hello hello) (what!)

Imma give it to you girl right now

nae kkeon anirajiman neon choego

ni apeseo baebae kkoineun nae mom

Jimin approached her, spinning her around as she let out a laugh.

nege dagaseogo sipjiman neomu simhage areumdawo

yeojaneun choegoui

seonmuriya seonmuriya

jinjja nae sowoneun

neoppuniya neoppuniya

nan neoramyeon I'm ok

Oh jajega andwae maeil

aptaedo choego dwitaedo choego

meoributeo balkkeutkkaji choego choego

(nugu ttaemune?) yeoja ttaemune

(nugu ttaemune?) horeumon ttaemune

(nugu ttaemune?) namjagi ttaemune

(namjagi ttaemune?) yeoja ttaemune

(nugu ttaemune?) yeoja ttaemune

(nugu ttaemune?) horeumon ttaemune

(nugu ttaemune?) namjagi ttaemune

(namjagi ttaemune?) yeoja ttaemune

When it was her cue, she stood in the middle, shaking her hips and her ass, making the guys freak out and all fall down dramatically because her sexiness was too much, earning even more screams from the crowd. As they all get up, they continued the song.

yeojaneun choegoui

seonmuriya seonmuriya

jinjja nae sowoneun

neoppuniya neoppuniya

nan neoramyeon I'm ok

Oh jajega andwae maeil

ap taedo choego dwi taedo choego

meoributeo balkkeutkkaji choego choego

La la la la la la la la la

ap taedo choego dwi taedo choego

La la la la la la la la la

meoributeo balkkeutkkaji choego choego

La la la la la la la la la

ap taedo choego dwi taedo choego

La la la la la la la la la

georeumgeori hanakkaji choego choego

----

Backstage, squealing happily, Jen wrapped her arms tightly around Jungkook's neck as she hugged him close. He laughed and affectionately wrapped his arms around her waist. 

"We did it! I'm so happy! It worked out better than I expected!" She pulled away. "You and I make a great team."

"The Golden Duo is taking over." Jungkook beamed.

Later on, backstage, Jimin started goofing off with Jungkook, telling the camera, "We're in a love relationship." As he tried to hug him.

"No." Jungkook bluntly replied, trying to pry him off.

"OH HELL NO!" Jungkook and Jimin heard Jennie shout as she marched over to them.

"You're cheating on me!?" She exclaimed, playing along while Jungkook shoved Jimin away, making him hit the wall.

Playing along as well, Jimin stuttered, "J-J-J-Jennie it's not what it looks like!"

"What is wrong with you? Are you cheating on me?" She grabbed him by the shirt, shaking him with all her might. "I've been a good woman to you, Jimin! What is this? I don't understand!"

"Jennie, it's not what it looks like! I love you! Please! Forget about this! JiKook isn't a thing! I swear! JenMin is forever!"

"It's soon about to be JenKook!" She released him.

"No! No! Please~" He whined, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, like a Koala bear.

"Get off of me~! Jimin! Stop it!" She laughed. "I'm supposed to be mad at you!"

As the cameras go away to where the rest of the members are, the three friends continue to play along.

"Never! Tell me you love me and you forgive me, then I'll let you go!" Jimin exclaimed.

"I think she made her choice. She's with me now. No more JenMin. It's the JenKook era now. We even proved it during the War of Hormone performance. Now I would appreciate it if you let my Jennie go."

"Your Jennie? She's MY Jennie! I won't lose to you, Jungkookie! Let's go, Jennie! I'll make it up to you. I'll buy you a lot of smarties!" Jimin released her and grabbed her hand, attempting to leave.

Jennie shrieked when Jungkook firmly grabbed her other hand, pulling her out of Jimin's grasp as she jumped into his chest. 

Holding her securely, Jungkook said, "Let's go, Jennie, we have a date with video games. They aren't going to play themselves." He took her away.

"Nooooooooo! You will pay Jungkook! This isn't over!" Jimin yelled in despair.

On Instagram, all Jennie saw on her feed was notifications blowing up about her War of Hormone performance.

'RUDE! JENNIE IS RUDE! Don't give me that sexy look!'

'I like how she can be cute one second and go from 0 to 100 in sexiness. Them bedroom eyes tho! She's making me question my sexuality! Them legs, though!?'

'Did you see the way Jungkook looked at her!? I'm so jealous.'

'Wish I was Jennie!'

'Yo, her stage presence has extremely improved! That was just too sexy! Great job, Jennie!'

'We NEED more of this Jennie! I love this side of her! More than I love her badass side and cute side. Sexy Jennie for the win!'

'Can we please have more of this Jennie BigHit? I like this side of her!'

'RUDE! FRIGGIN RUDE! Who gave you the right to say those dirty parts!?'

'I'll turn you into a man, I'M FRIGGIN SCREAMING'

'THEM THIGHS THO!'

'Those tight pants she was wearing, omg the thighs! I think I'm in love!'

'I SHIP IT!'

'I ship her with all the members! I just can't friggin choose!'

'Exactly why Jennie is my bias wrecker! The things she does! She's killing me!'

'She killed it!'

'I'm really glad she's getting more recognition for this! She slayed!'

"AHEM!" Jennie looked up from her Instagram feed to see Jin with his arms crossed. Jungkook, who was sitting next to her, began to look nervous.

"H-hey Jin~ How are you?" She grinned sheepishly.

"Care to explain to me why you and Jungkookie didn't show me that part of the dance!?"

"Eh heh heh, what was that? Oh, I'm coming Namjoon!" She ran away with Jungkook.

"Get back here! You two are going to get it when we get home!" Jin shouted

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During one particular day at SOPA, Jennie and Jungkook were asked to welcome a group of Thai exchange students. As soon as they walked into the room, the students freaked out, taking out their phones to film them. From their high pitched yells to their squeals and enthusiasm, Jen giggled at their reaction as she stood with Jungkook.

Jungkook stood there shyly, with his hands together. Meanwhile, he watched Jennie as she waved at the students with a bright smile on her face.

"Do you know who these two are?" The two of them heard one of the staff members ask the students and they immediately responded. "Bangtan Sonyeondan's Jungkook and Jennie."

As they were applauded, Jen and Jungkook bowed to the students, welcoming them to the school.

"Hi! How's everyone doing!? Welcome to SOPA!" Jennie spoke up as the students happily responded. Jungkook continued to watch her. She was so outgoing, as he stood there shyly. "We're happy to have you. I hope you enjoy your time here. This is an amazing school, I hope you enjoy every second here. Thank you again!" She bowed once more.

"You're so pretty!" She heard a female student shout.

"Aw, you flatter me, too much. Thank you!" She responded happily.

After school, had ended, Jennie was at Hayoon's locker. "Yo, I'm telling you, your singing is amazing!" Jennie exclaimed after hearing her during their singing class.

"You really think so?" Hayoon smiled. "I've always been told that I sound childish when I sing and I need to sing more maturely."

"But that's how you sound. That's how you sing. It's unique. And it goes well. Keep singing and don't ever stop."

"I won't because of you. Thank you. I'm so excited for 2015. I really hope the debut goes well."

Hayoon had mentioned to her that she would be debuting in a girl group called G-Friend in 2015. Jennie couldn't wait to see her in action. It was long overdue.

"I'm so friggin' proud of you. I'm sure G-Friend will soar. I'm headed to my guitar classroom to practice a little bit before I head back to the dorm. I'll text you tonight, okay?"

"Okay! See you!" Hayoon waved while Jen carried her guitar in a case.

Meanwhile, with Jungkook, he kept checking his phone, to see if Jennie responded to his text messages. Wondering where she was, he decided to ask a few students if they had seen her but with no luck.

"J-Jungkook?" Hayoon approached him. "Are you looking for Jennie?"

"Yes, have you seen her?"

"She told me she's in her guitar classroom."

Sighing out of relief, he smiled. "Thank you!"

Back to Jennie, she sat with her guitar, correcting the guitar notes in her notebook, making sure to finish up her guitar homework early. As she practiced, she thought about making a cover in the future. The rest of the members had revealed covers on the BTS SoundCloud account, and fans were always asking when it would be her turn.

Jungkook walked around the hallway, shyly and politely greeting girls who approached him until he saw Jennie playing the guitar. Sighing out of relief, he opened up the door.

Hearing the door open, she turned to the door and smiled. "Hey!"

"There you are." He grinned. "I've been looking for you, everywhere. Did you get my messages?"

"Oh, sorry, my phone was on silent. You ready to go? I wanted to finish up some homework. I didn't worry you, did I? Sorry, I worried you. Next time, if you can't find me, I'm always in the guitar classroom or the library."

"I'll remember that."

After they came back to the dorm, Jungkook sighed and headed to lay down on his bed, in his room.

"All right, he's been sighing for a while, now. Is he all right?" Jennie asked with concern.

"Jungkookie is probably overworking himself," Jimin replied as he prepared to head out to practice his dancing.

"I'm gonna see what's up. Have fun at practice." She waved him goodbye.

Knocking on the door, Jungkook murmured out a come in. Walking in, she shut the door and sat on the edge of his bed. "What's up, Jennie?"

"I couldn't help but notice that you look and sound exhausted. Have you been overworking yourself?"

"I'm fine."

"Please don't give me that excuse. You're not fine."

Sitting up, he reassured her, "I'll be okay. I was gonna go practice, later."

Placing a hand on his torso, she placed him back on the bed. "Um, no you're not. You're staying, right here."

Sitting back up, he continued to be stubborn. "I want to practice-"

"Come on, let me be your nurse again. I don't like seeing you like this. You need to rest."

"I feel like I'm a burden to you..." He sat up again.

"First of all, I want you to get that thought out of your head, right now. Don't ever say that again, you hear? I like doing things for you. Seeing you healthy and happy gives me joy. Don't ever think you're a burden to me. You're not. And never will be. Now lay down." She gently pushed him down on the bed.

He let out a laugh. "You're really bossy, you know that?"

Playfully rolling her eyes, she replied, "Take a nap. You need sleep. Your body needs to rest. I'll check up on you, later. And you better be resting. Turn your phone off, no distractions, just rest. Okay?"

"All right."

"Good." She smiled and got off the edge of the bed. Before she could make it to the door, he gently grabbed her by the hand.

"Can you stay with me, again?"

She heard him ask. Turning around, she gestured for him to scoot over. She sat up against the bed, while he laid his head on her lap.

"Do you think I'm improving?" He asked, looking up at her.

Looking down, she responded, "Of course. What brought this up?"

"Ah...just random thoughts."

"Talk to me. What's on your mind?"

"I dunno, it's just that sometimes I think that I'm not good enough. I wish my skills were better. I really want to improve my singing."

"You're good enough." She firmly stated. "Don't ever think that you aren't. It takes time to improve. Look how far BTS has come. And we're only getting better. Your singing brings joy to the hearts of ARMYs and everyone around you. And you will improve. Your singing is way different from when I first heard you near our debut. It's so angelic. Soothing. I never get tired of it."

Smiling, he replied, "Thanks for always listening to me."

"You can come to me, anytime. Tell me anything. Anything that's on your mind. Or if you need to vent. I'm here for you. Always. Now take your nap. I'll fix you something to eat later."

"Can I have your cupcakes again?"

"Once you feel better."

"Great. Just hide them from the hyungs. I don't want them to try to take them."

"Hahaha. I'll try my best. But I do understand where you're coming from. With the singing situation. Although I try to keep the negativity away, I do have days when I feel like there's nothing special that I bring to the table. I get disappointed in myself when I don't reach my goal when I want to. And I push myself a lot. But I try not to push myself to the point where I'll hurt myself. I just wish I could see myself progress faster." She let out a breath and looked up at the ceiling.

"You are special. To ARMYs. To the hyungs. To me."

Smiling softly, she replied with a soft, "Thank you."

As they relaxed in comfortable silence, Jungkook let out a chuckle. "Remember when you broke the lamp?"

"Um, WE broke the lamp. Namjoon still feels some type of way about me breaking it, but it wasn't just my fault. It was your fault, too."

"That's not what he believes." He laughed evilly.

"I hate you." She laughed, playfully smacking him on the chest.

"Do you really?"

"Nah, I like you. You're an all right guy."

"Just an all right guy?"

"Okay, you're a cool guy."

"Just a cool guy?"

"Oh, my gosh." She laughed. "All right, well...I love spending my time with you."

"So, do I."

"I do enjoy you always listening to me and vice versa. I'm still honored that I'm your best friend. I wear the ring proudly."

"So, do I."

"So, yeah. You can be a pain in the neck, but you'll always be the goofy bunny that I enjoyed being around since we met."

Smiling to himself, he softly responded, "Good to know."

Deciding to get under the covers, Jungkook snuggled against her. "Guess I'm a pillow, for you now? That wasn't part of the deal." She joked.

"It is now. You're...really warm." He murmured.

"And you're really cold." She laughed.

After a moment of silence, he requested, "Can you...sing me to sleep?"

"What artist?"

"IU."

Smiling, she let out a silent laugh. "Of course, IU. You really like her, don't you? It's so cute. I hope you get to tell her how much you admire her. You're always fanboying about her. I don't blame you, though. She's so gifted and breathtaking."

'She's not the only girl...' He thought to himself.

"I'll sing Midsummer Night's Summer. Is that cool? It's my favorite since you got me into her music." She interrupted his thoughts.

"Perfect." He responded as he closed his eyes. 

As he listened to her sing the song, he thought to himself, 'You should sing with me, more often. We need to sing a cover together. Better yet, make a song together. I love your voice...I'll never get tired of it.'