#and they stayed away from the soda and beer so we were safe

[pokemon-ranger-booker]

so I went to see family for the Big Game yesterday bc it's a good excuse to visit and we were all wrapping up for the night, everyone had gone to bed, and I got out of the shower, ready to sleep, and I saw that no one had cleaned up their mess before going to bed. Fuckin nacho cheese Nidoritos and cheddar and sour cream Girafaridgies chips and sour cream and onion Tangelays potato chips and the bones of Tauros sauce covered Pidgey wings and the fancy Vermillion City sharp cheddar cheese dip and a billion cans of Fuecoca-cola and Dr. Wooper soda and Budew-Light beer and just. So much trash that everyone abandoned. Despite there being a vacuum of a Zorua and a bottomless pit stomached Espurr in the house. And I, the person with sensory issues bc autism, had to clean up all the wet and sticky and flavour dust covered foods and wipe down the tables and wash the bowls and put away the leftovers bc otherwise my gluttonous pokemon WILL eat until they explode. I am charging for my services

[withwritersblock]

Break Up In The End

~Break up in the End by Cole Swindell~

Author's Note: short and sweet I love this song that's all oh and as always italics are flashbacks Summary: Cole and Y/N break up Warning: none Word Count: 1,071 Cole Caufield x fm!reader

It was emotional as three years together had slowly crumbled in front of them. It was mutual as mutual could be. Sometimes those who fall in love, can fall out of love and still have so much love towards one another. It was easy to say that they firmly believed that it was the right person, wrong time.

She wiped her hand over her cheek as she met Cole’s teary gaze. “Do you-” he cleared his throat, as a smile crept onto his lips, “Do you remember when we first met?” he said as he sniffled. She smiled as she let out a huff of air.

She smiled widely as she threw back another shot of tequila. The bar erupted into loud cheers as a group of guys stepped inside. The short one in the center was smiling widely as a few of the guys surrounding him shoved him forward. She smiled as she furrowed her eyebrows towards the small group of guys. He looked familiar but it was hard to pinpoint exactly where she recognized him from. 

The small group of guys stumbled towards the bar top, “Beers, we would like many beers, please,” the short handsome one said, smiling widely. She chuckled as her friend, Rosalie, sat back down beside her.

“Oh my god,” she whispered loudly. She drunkenly bumped into Y/N. “That’s-those are the-those hockey guys,” she slurred out. Y/N eyes widened, unsure of when Rosalie got that drunk. 

“Do you want some water?” Y/N asked as she tried to get the bartender's attention. 

“Joey’s coming to pick us up,” she said as she glanced towards her phone. Y/N nodded as the bartender walked towards Y/N. 

“Can she get some water?” Y/N asked and the bartender didn’t hesitate to pull out a glass and fill it with ice water. He slid the glass towards Rosalie and she gladly accepted and began sipping the glass.

Y/N glanced towards the short handsome guy sitting on the other end of the bar top, he was already looking towards her direction. He was sipping on his beer as his eyes admired her frame. He wasn’t shy about it. She smiled shyly as she turned her attention back towards her friend beside her. The entire glass of water is now empty. 

“Is Joey almost here?” Y/N asked and Rosalie nodded excitedly. 

“Oh, he’s here!” she said excitedly as she stood up from the stool, “I’m gonna go, you stay here and flirt with that cute boy that won’t stop staring at you,” she slurred before she manuvered away from the bar top. 

Y/N pulled her phone from her pocket to text Joey to let her know that Rosalie made it home safe. 

“What are you drinking?” the voice said beside her, she lifted her head to meet the gaze of the cute guy Rosalie was talking about. She smirked as she met his light blue eyes. Her eyes drifted towards the empty glass in front of her. 

“Tequila soda,” he nodded, a smirk forming to his lips. He tried to hide the smile forming to his lips by taking a sip of his beer. 

“I’m Cole,” he offered as he placed his drink on the bar top.

“Y/N,”

She sniffled as she wiped a tear from her eye as she let out a soft chuckle, “You had scored your first career hat trick and you were on top of the world,” she let out. He smiled sadly as he scooted closer to her. 

“You had just gotten promoted,” he said with a wide smile. “You looked so beautiful,” he mumbled as he pressed his lips together. He met her eyes as she squinted as she felt her lips quiver. “Still do,” he mumbled as he hesitantly wrapped his arm around the center of her back, pulling her towards him. She rested her head onto his shoulder.

“I’ve been crying,” she said while rolling her eyes. 

“A beautiful crier,” he offered as he ran comforting circles up and down her back. “Or what about when I kissed you for the first time?”

“It was the same night, Cole,” she said with giggling.

Her back was pressed against the far wall in the bar, it was late. They should’ve gone home several hours ago but he looked so pretty looking towards her like that. His jawline looked more defined in the dimmed lit bar as he clenched his jaw. He rested his hand on her lower back as his other hand rested beside her head.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked as his gaze lingered on her lips. She hesitantly smiled as she watched his gaze climb back up to meet her eyes.

“I don’t usually kiss guys the same night I met them,” she whispered. 

“Lucky for me, we met before midnight,” he muttered, he leaned towards her ear, “Not the same night, Darling,” 

She smirked as she delicately ran her fingers across the base of his neck as he leaned towards her, kissing her urgently.

“What about when I brought you to meet my parents?” he questioned as he pressed his lips to the top of her head. She took in a sharp breath as she lifted her head to meet his gaze. “That was the first time I realized I was in love with you,” he mumbled, his eyes tearing up.

Her lips curled upward, ever so slightly, “What are you doing, Cole?” she asked softly. He tilted his head back as he licked his lips. 

“I would do it all over again, you know that? I would go up to you in the bar, drunk off my ass. I would kiss you again,” he paused as his gaze looked down towards her lips. “I would love you all over again, you know that? I don’t regret a single thing about us,” 

He paused as his hand stopped doing circles on her back. His eyes were looking into her eyes with so much intensity it felt like he was sucking all of the oxygen out of the room. 

“I would do it all over again. I would feel like this all over again if it meant those three years were the same,”

“Me too,” she let out before she leaned towards him and kissed him. It was as if a weight was lifted off of her chest as their lips remained connected.

[ghostfacesvalentine]

Halloween day 12: House arrest- Scott Lang x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Scott Lang x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Drinking, little makeout session, mentions of alcohol and being under house arrest

Type: Blurp

Request: N/A

Word Count:

Prompt: Scott is under house arrest, so Y/N spends Halloween with him at home.

Notes: I’m fucking trying here.

Scott was making the best out of his situation, he managed a deal to be placed under house arrest for a few years due to his alliance with Captain America.

Due to his predicament, it made sense for you to crash a little longer than a few weekends. You could help him with the “outside world” and you got a reason to snuggle up to him every night. The price to pay was just to have the government keep an eye on you a little more often, or so they said.

Most of it seemed like a small price to pay to spend time with Scott. He was creative of course, especially with his daughter’s play dates.

Halloween was no exception, thankfully with the ease of placing orders to deliver to your doorstep, you were never really short of anything.

There were a few decorations to be added to the already existing collection of Halloween decor. This was always your favorite part, it seemed like you and Scott had all the time in the world to make sure it was perfect.

You both even managed to make a haunted house for Cassie, switching it up every weekend she came to visit.

“It’s almost like you’re a ghost that can’t leave this place”

Scott looked up pausing his movement of the batter. “Yeah, that’s one way to put it” he joked back, his smile appearing again on his face.

He was doing the best he could with what he had, for both of you. The faint sound of 80’s Halloween music played in the distance.

As the sun went down, the neon orange lights reflected more in contrast of the darkness beaming through the windows.

You both decided to bake some Halloween cookies, make some spooky drinks and set up the fog machine. You mentioned you’ve always wanted to go to a Halloween party since you were a teenager and since Scott can’t take you to one, he sure can bring you one.

The 60 inch TV flashed in greyscale as you prepared the celebratory cocktails.

Scott closed the oven after sticking the tray of cookies inside to bake. You greeted him with a glass of bubbly red liquid, your smile shining against the orange lights.

“What?” Your smile soon turned shy, eyes looking away when he got closer to you. He took a sip before setting the glass down on the counter.

With a downturned smile, he shook his head, walking over to you. Scott’s arm wrapped around your waist, bringing you closer to him, pressing his lips against your forehead. Your body pressed against his, you relaxed against him, feeling his hand rub against your side, you looked up to face his dorky smile.

The sound of the muffled screams from the TV made you both smile at the silence. He looked so beautiful, if he had a tail he’d for sure be wagging it.

It wasn’t uncommon for Scott to kiss your head, every time he did it felt like he had the world in his hands.

“Can we stay up?” You pleaded with big eyes looking up at him. How could he ever say no to you?

“We always do.” He admitted trying to suppress a laugh.

Your eyebrows knit together in response. “But it’s Halloween, it’s different.” You protested, head dropping down to look at his stomach.

“You know what, you’re right. Absolutely. First one to fall asleep has to clean the kitchen” he teased, hands treading down to your hands. He picked them up in his and kissed your knuckles.

“Thank god, I was starting to get tired of being the one to clean”

The rest of the night was fulfilled with Halloween cookies, popcorn mixed with all kinds of candy, chips, Halloween candy, soda, beer and alcohol. It was like you two were high schoolers all over again.

You’ve never felt comfortable enough to drink the way you did with Scott, feeling safe enough to let loose was quite the experience. He even taught you how to play beer pong, which didn’t take you long to learn.

Seeing you plunged into the couch with a pumpkin blanket hugging your figure, eyes glazed with joy and slightly too much alcohol, Scott couldn’t be more in love with you.

The sound and reflection of the classic horror movie on the screen brought out your best features. How was that possible? Your eyeliner was smeared, your cheeks were rosy and burning, your lipgloss was long gone and you took off your lashes during the third round of beer pong. Still, you were the most beautiful woman before him.

Hours of laughter came to a halt while all of that was racing through his brain, his smile faded into a loving gaze. You kept your drunk smile, but your gaze had no less amount of admiration.

Scott didn’t hesitate to lean into you, pressing his lips against yours, tasting all the sweets and alcohol you’ve had tonight. He was in a trance, not being able to get enough of you. You tried to keep up, catching your breath and laughing between kisses, your cheeks flushed when you felt his hand press against the back of your head, bringing a new energy to your body.

You pulled away for a breath, laughing and happily receiving all the attention. “Never leave.” He pleaded, half joking and lazily kissing the corner of your mouth. “Wouldn’t ever dream of it” you snapped back, lips looking for his drunkenly.

Whether or not he was under house arrest, you were sure you’d end up on the same couch, the same night.

[thefreakydeaky]

You're No Good (Part 2)

Negan x Reader

Various TWD Characters x Reader

Modern AU

Summary: Your husband came up with a way to keep you away from trouble but trouble just won't stay away from you.

Warnings: In this house we say Fuck. there's a little angst in this part. la croix smut. there is a hint of smut.

That evening as you made dinner, the instant messaging app dinged. You picked up your phone to see a response from your ex.

- Hey, I've been doing fine. The families alright except we lost Mimma and Pappa two years ago. We should go get a drink together and really catch up, when you've got time. There's a fancypants bar at that new hotel downtown. You were always into that sort of thing. Let me know.-

You smirked.

Fancypants bar

It was a very Him phrase to use. It sounded fun to day drink and hang out for a while.

-I'm sorry to hear that. My condolences to you and your family. I would like to catch up. What day are you off?-

And just like that it was set in motion. You pushed the stir fry around the pan. You heard the garage door opening and took off your apron.

Negan called out to you as he came inside. You turned off the stove and went to him.

The tall handsome man put his arms around you encircling you in his embrace. You leaned up and pressed your lips to his in a quick peck. He laughed. Then ducked his head and kissed you properly. His lips molded to yours. You stayed connected for a moment. He slowly pulled away.

"What you makin'?" Negan asked following you to the kitchen.

"Oh, just stir fry." You told him.

He took out a couple of plates and set them on the counter. You began to serve your dinner as he got a beer and a soda from the fridge.

"How was your day?" He took a seat at the table.

You picked up the plates and then set them down. You got utensils and brought them to the table.

"It was alright." You thought for a moment to tell him you had run into Rick Grimes, but you decided against it. "Nothing interesting. I bought a new dress."

"That's nice." He took a bite of his food.

"So, I don't want you to think I'm upset with you, because I'm not, but-"

His eyebrows raised. He looked mildly concerned.

"Another one called me today.” You kept your tone even.

“Who called you?” He asked not understanding.

“Someone you’ve …seen or someone you’re seeing.” You tried again.

He winced.

“We had talked about you using face recognition to lock your phone, remember?" You imparted with forced calm.

"Shit. Baby, I'm sorry. I hate to do it. It's such an inconvenience, but you're right. If it's the only way to prevent this from happening I'll get it done."

You nodded.

"Thank you."

He took your hand in his and kissed your knuckles. Your text message app chimed. You ignored it in favor of eating dinner with the man you loved.

••••••••••••

On a bright and sunny Saturday, You and Negan drove to one of the biggest parks in the city. It was beautiful, green and teaming with vegitation. The big elm trees offered a lot of shade and the lake at the center made the weather, that bordered on too hot, more bearable.

There were tables set up and booths with carnival games. An Axe throwing area was set up off to the side. There was an area being used to set up the catering that had been ordered as well.

Hand in hand you let Negan lead you up to his boss. He introduced you (again) to Mr. Philip Blake, a man of average height and unremarkable features. He acted pleasant enough.

You shook hands and made a comment about how nice it all was. Mr. Blake called his wife and daughter over and you greeted them as well. They were in matching floral printed shorts and pink polo shirts. You found it cute and smiled at the little girl.

"Well, there's plenty to do around here. You have to sign a waver for the axe throwing, but it's safe enough." Mr. Blake commented.

"We'll try it out." Negan replied.

The men nodded cordially at one another and you parted ways.

"What would you like to do?" Negan asked you as you stopped by different booths to check them out.

"Mm...what about the ring toss?"

Negan smirked at you.

"You sure about that?"

You nodded.

When it was your turn at the game, you were handed three rings each. You watched Negan go first. He missed the first one but landed the last two.

"Good job, My love." You kissed his cheek.

"Can't wait to see you try it." He teased.

You played at glaring at him.

You turned the first ring in your hand and hooked your hand as though you were throwing a frisbee. You moved your wrist sharply. It whizzed past the bottles and hit the tarp behind them.

The corner of Negan's mouth twitched. You shook your head.

You tried the same move again, this time you tried not to move so tightly. The ring landed upright in between the bottles

You made a sound of disappointment.

Negan chuckled.

"Last one, You've got this." He encouraged despite his amusement.

The last ring you held between both your hands and tossed into the air. The red plastic bounced against the bottles and tumbled to the floor.

You pouted.

Negan laughed lightly. He pulled you into his side, his arm around you lower back.

"It's okay, Baby. Throwing was never your thing."

"Yeah, yeah." You pretended to be mad about it. In truth, your lack of agility didn't bother you, you just liked to see Negan smile.

You moved on to a booth where you would throw darts at balloons. Negan gestured toward the stuffed animals.

"I'll win you one." He boasted, throwing you a wink.

You scoffed at him.

"Sure you will."

He threw the first of five darts and immediately hit a green balloon. The next two darts popped two more balloons in a row. With the the fourth one he struck the board between two rows and both balloons popped.

You clapped, grinning at the absurdly joyful look on his face. He got ready to throw the fifth dart.

You jumped at the feeling of a hand on your shoulder and turned, missing Negan's throw.

"What are you doing here?" The torso you found yourself looking at was all that was eye level for you, you had to crane your neck to see the man talking to you.

"Be?" Your eyes widened.

You would not have imagined you would run into him here, the man you met in a motel room twice a month. Memories flashed through your mind, the giant of a man with his hands tied together, laying naked under you as you rode his long cock. Memories of teasing him and edging him until he was on the verge of tears. Making him cum so hard that he whined as he reached orgasm. Then again, was it any wonder that you wouldn't know? He was very strict about keeping the details of your lives private. You didn't even know his real name. He told you to call him 'Beta'.

His brows were curled down in upset.

"You shouldn't be here." Beta insisted.

"I, uhm, someone I know works for-"

"I don't care! She'll see you!" He said in a hushed but urgent tone.

"Just ignore me. She will only know if you give it away." You huffed pushing his hand away from your shoulder.

Beta grabbed onto your forearm and started pulling you away.

"Hey!" You hissed. "Let go of me!"

The giant of a man ignored you still tugging you along behind him. You looked around frantically for your husband.

"Excuse me. You wanna get your fucking hands off my wife?" Negan cut in coming to stand between you.

Beta seemed startled by Negan's sudden presence. He let go of your arm.

"Oh, uh, your wife? My bad." He stuttered, looking from you to Negan and back. He didn't seem to be intimidated by Negan. Rather, his eyes kept darting toward the seating area somewhere behind you. "My bad." He repeated and walked away.

Once Beta was a good distance away, Negan turned and picked something up off the ground. Still feeling anxious and freaked out by what had happened, you watched as he came to you and deposited a rainbow colored bear into your arms the size of a small dog.

"Are you alright?" He sounded annoyed, but there was concern under it.

You nodded. You stared at the stuffed animal mutely for a minute.

"You should be more careful who you choose." He sniffed. "It sucks for me to have to meet them."

When you looked up, Negan was no longer standing in front of you. You caught sight of him going back toward the tables where some of his coworkers were sitting. You wiped away the tears that were welling in your eyes and started heading to the booth that was giving out lemonade.

[braveclementine]

Part 10

Warnings: None. However, future chapters will contain sexual content so readers that are under the age of 18 may have to skip those chapters (However they are very few so those under the age of 18 can still read a majority of this book. However please keep note of the warnings).

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. Also, all of Severus and Elizabeths' childrens names are mine and mine alone.I also do not condone any copying of this.

SNAPE HOUSEHOLD- PRINCE ESTATE

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Severus walked into his bedroom to find Elizabeth inside, sitting on the bed, fixing her hair in the mirror. There was a brown bottle of what looked like beer on the dresser table and he hesitated from commenting. They still weren't on perfect ground, though they had definitely been doing better than the year where they hadn't spoken at all to each other. 

He took note that she was dressed for Auror work, though she hadn't done on the ground work in a few years. Her combat boots she insisted on wearing were shined, having been freshly taken from the box. Her wand was on the dresser in front of her. 

"What's happening?" 

"We're raiding Nott." She said lightly. "Harry is gathering the force." 

Severus couldn't help the fear that had gripped him. Nott was one of the Death Eaters that had managed to get fewer years in Azkaban compared to the others. After getting out, he'd laid low, very low. 

Despite their uncertainties, he couldn't keep his opinions to himself. "You shouldn't go. He still lusts after you, after all of these years. If he got his hands on you-" 

"Severus, there will be other Aurors there, including Harry, not to mention I am completely capable of handling myself. It's just him and his son." Elizabeth said, standing. She finished off the last dregs of the beer and he hesitated again. 

"Should you be drinking before going in for a fight?" 

She laughed, "It's not alcohol Severus. It's a muggle drink. It's called Rootbeer. It's pop, soda pop? Like Cola and Dr. Pepper. Here." She handed him the bottle, which did indeed have the word 'Rootbeer' on the other side of it. 

"My apologies. I was just worried." Severus said quietly. 

She kissed him sweetly on the lips. "I know. I love you. I'll see you when I get home from work." 

"I love you too. Stay safe." He said softly, watching her leave the bedroom, hearing her footsteps head down the stairs and then nothing more. He sighed, standing in the empty house. The kids had gone out, although Mari could've stayed home without him knowing. 

He treaded down the stairs slowly to go and make dinner, praying his wife would make it home safely. 

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OUTSIDE OF NOTTS HOUSE

Elizabeth moved slowly around the premise, keeping in contact with the rest of the Aurors that were here for the house raid. The occupants of the house were well aware of the attackers outside, the house silent and dark. 

She could hear Harry at the front of the house, knocking on the door, announcing himself. She wondered if he felt as strange as she did, approaching an ex- Death Eaters house that they had once run from. Now, willingly approaching him to raid and possibly make arrests. 

She rounded the back of the house with a fellow Auror by the name of Courtney. Her flaming red hair was bright as she caught Elizabeth's eye across the lawn. Elizabeth nodded once, moving to the back door, looking out for potential traps, murmuring spells with every step for detection and protection. 

"MR NOTT IF YOU DO NOT LET US IN WE HAVE AUTHORIZATION TO BREAK DOWN YOUR DOOR!" Harry's voice was magnified, echoing through the silent yard. A bird chirped in a tree nearby, before taking off, wings fluttering as it flew away. Elizabeth half wondered if it had been an Animagus. 

"YOU HAVE TILL THE COUNT OF THREE!" Harry announced. Elizabeth and Courtney met at the back door at the same time as Harry started the count down. Elizabeth glanced up and saw the curtain twitch. 

"MOVE!" She shoved Courtney out of the way, the witch rolling on the grass as Elizabeth dodged with her, narrowly avoiding the spell that had been thrown at her. "Propulso!" She rocketed upwards, landing on the edge of the window, swinging herself into the room, her feet kicking into the elder Nott's chest. 

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" The younger Nott shouted. Elizabeth rolled behind the bed, the green jet taking a piece of the footboard with it. 

"STUPEFY!" She shouted back, feeling stupid that in a life and death situation, she was not allowed to defend herself permanently. The younger Nott dodged the spell as the elder made it to his feet, holding a hand out to his son. 

"Wait." He croaked, grinning. Unlike Lucius, his form had changed drastically in his years. He was missing teeth, his hair graying and thin. "We take 'er with us." 

"Fat chance." Elizabeth huffed. Her spell work became far more precise and with vicious speed, her and the younger Nott in a terrific duel. She sent the younger Nott flying with a well placed spell, but the elder one managed to catch her off guard. She grunted as she went flying through the air, hitting the wall with terrific force. 

Paintings and the candles in the brackets fell with her, cluttering to the floor. Glass broke in the frames, the occupants running off the glossy pages to escape. The flames went out in the candles thankfully as she threw herself to the side once more, dodging another spell. 

She fought from behind the loveseat she had been thrown behind, ducking as another spell flew over her head. The clock above her head was smashed to splinters, raining down on her, the cuckoo bird bouncing off her head comedically, falling to the floor and rolling under the sofa. She winced, almost rubbing the area it hit her, before remembering she had more pressing issues to worry about. 

Harry burst in through the other door as she ducked again, stunning both of the Notts out, both of them completely collapsing to the ground. 

"You all right?" He asked, his wand still pointed at the two men as Elizabeth moved out from behind the couch, rubbing the top of her head with a wince. 

"I'm fine. Let's find what we came here for." She sighed, waving her wand so that the two Notts were bound back to back, placed by the stairs. Three of the other Aurors brought them back around, dragging them out of the house. 

"Here." Harry said, pulling out the time turner that was hidden in the floorboards, in a safe. "We found it." 

Elizabeth peered at it, noting the differences between this one and the others. "It's certainly different." 

"Shall we bring it to the Minister then?" Harry asked with a grin. 

Elizabeth grinned back, "We shall." 

[aloneatpeace]

Cosmic Chaos

Chapter 6

you walk into store and there was jeeps  standing beside is some mens you haven't seen . the men's where well build and tall . when one you looking at him he wink at you before resuming their conversation.

you enter the store pulling out some chips and drinks when you try to open the freezer to get some ice cream it's stuck and you're already tired from the dinner.

" you need some help " someone say from behind and it's non another than Mr Argent " hey i saw you at the school "

you give him a smile praying he won't relise how tense you are " yeah I'm a friend with Alison . I saw you too "

"let me guess you're y/n " you node at him " ahha Alison talks about you said that you're good friend to her " he point towards freezer and you move out the way

he open the freezer with grunt " yeah she is good friend too " you said and  he move out the way letting you take whatever you want.

"what are you doing here at this late ? " he ask with a serious expression you stay silent for a minute he look at confused " I'm not invading your privacy" he said you can feel his concern was real and didn't have any ill intentions

you shake your head " I know what you mean Mr argent, murder and missing is happening " he node at you " me and my sister had dinner at friends house on way home I thought why not have some late night snack and here I am "

" yeah the police still don't know who doing it. I heard a girl was attacked last night" Chris and you walk towards the cashier he had a couple of beers cans and sodas

"yeah viki was her name, i was there something bite her but she is alright now " you answer . you can practically hear the gears running in his head trying to figure out the supernatural that causing the havoc in town

"you were there on spot? " he question with serious look on his face you node your head giving your items to cashier and paying the bills

" yeah she was found in the woods near and there was blood gushing out her neck and we helped her to get the hospital "

"that's disturbing " he state paying his bills.

" it's was, and i lost a nice pair of scarf trying to stop the blood " you and Chris walk out the store the men in jeep straighten up when they see Chris coming out.

" well you good home safe kid " he said as he hand the beer to the men that winked at you, he glance at you before leaving.

you node at him giving small smile " you too, good night mr argent " you walk away from them.

when you make it home bonnie was already made a fire and layed a blanket in the backyard.

" look what I have " you yell happily and sat beside her. you pass her ice cream she take it.

she let out a sign after talking a spoon full " I needed this "

" I agree we haven't done this in a while kinda missed it " you look up the sky it's clear starts shinning gorgeously.

" well you have been spending a lot a time with stiles and scott lately " she said with false accusation look but behind her playful eyes you can see she is truly a bit hurt and your chest tighten at feeling of making your sister sad.

"hey do you feel like I'm leaving you behind? " you ask honestly

she let out laugh " I'm just joking y/n " she glance back at the sky.

" all jokes aside bonnie if you really felt that I'm so sorry. I know I have been spend more time with them and not with you but bonnie if you ever need me Or if you want to talk about anything I'll be here for you . " you state soberly

bonnie has little tears in her eyes she pull you in to hug " you are tolerable when you are sweet other times you're pain in the ass " she pull away laughing

" I was serious bonnie not sweet " you said in your mom voice making bonnie laugh again

"You wanna have sleepover at dads house " Bonnie ask slowly it's sore subject for both you.

" You know nothing ever good come out of it he hates me " Your voice was small and soft

" Hey he doesn't hate you "

"I'm alright with it. I never wanted him to love me I know I'm not his real daughter and he isn't expected to take that place for me he isn't obligated to " But you know you wish he did.

"Y/n I'm sorry " Bonnie take a hold of your hand.

You let out small laugh " There is nothing to sorry for.  you have to have a same blood to be a family . You taught me that remember "

Bonnie smile at you with proud look on her face muttering a small yeah.

" And i have this town sheriff and our hospital nurse to fuss over me and two ducklings is just a bounce "

" Yeh and I'm glad that you do " It's was true she was very grateful for them to have your back and you too.

you and bonnie lay down gazing at the sky sharing stories and snacks "look that one so bright it's look like it's coming towards us " bonnie pointing at the one bright star and does look like it's coming towards you. bonnie leave when it's starts to get cold. " don't stay up longer get sleep okay " she said as she stand up taking the tubs of ice cream and snacks with her

" yeah I will " you close your eyes shutting out everything at most peace and you let yourself fall in it.

Unknown to you a pair of eyes watch you in under the clock of night .the predatory gaze fixed on the beating of your heart and relaxed breath.

In the morning stiles and scott tell you come by derek house and you did not expect to see derek in handcuffs .

" y/n we found half of body.! " stiles exclaim running to you with scott behind him.

" what??? why didn't you wait for me " you scolded them .

" I literally tried to kill you last night so we thought let sleep peacefully today " scott whisper still guilty about what happened.

at scotts defected face you couldn't be angry at him. "it's fine next time call me alright"

" yeah and guess what she werewolf too and there was wolfbanse with the bodie " stiles show you flower

when scott sits in the jeep you and stiles move to police care were derek was in

derek glare at the two of you " what???you are scaring us?, you have the bodie why do you have the bodie? " you ask him.

stiles chime in " okey just so you know we are not scared of you " derek bare his teeth at you stiles flitch back you tilt your head at derek " okey maybe I just am but it doesn't matter. you killed the girl and she is werewolf too but different is that why kill you her? "

derek face was conflicted as look between you " why are you so worried about me when it's your friend that going to be a problem. when he shift on the filed do you think they are going to cheer him y/n?? you can't help him without me " derek gaze was dull as he look at you.

stiles was pulled out of car . you turn to derek " did you really kill her? " you plead

"no I didn't. trust me y/n " derek was certain making you look at for minute before you get out the car.

noah and stiles was talking more like stiles exhausting noah.

" I'm just trying to help!" stiles said you walk towards them and stand next to him

Noah sign when he see you " Okay, well, how 'bout you help me understand exactly how you came upon this?"

Stiles, realizing he's in trouble, starts to evasively talk himself out of it

" We were looking for Scott's inhaler..." stiles glance at you and you node at Noah

Noah impatiently question "  Which he dropped when?"

" The other night..." stiles said

"  The other night... when you were out here, looking for the first half of the body?"

nodding stiles say " Yes."

"The night that you told me you were alone and Scott was at home?"

" Yes."

your eyes widen " wait " and Stiles and share panicked look

Stiles cringes when he realizes he just outed himself and Scott and tries to backtrack

"No."

Stilinski gives Stiles a hard look, and Stiles realizes he's been caught and sighs

" Oh, crap..."

Stilinski, sounding exhausted and out of patience, stares at Stiles intensely "  So, you lied to me."

" That depends on how you define "lying..." you look at Stiles with disappointment

" Well, I define it as "not telling the truth." How do you define it?" Noah as

"Um... reclining your body in a horizontposition?"

Stiles gestures with his hands to emphasize his point, and Stilinski, annoyed and irritated, finally just dismisses him

" Get the hell out of here."  Noah Eager to get out of this tense conversation, Stiles wastes no time doing exactly as he's told for once]

" Absolutely." stiles and you start to walk

"not you y/n stay " Noah said you stop walking stiles too

" what????why ? "stiles ask his dad

Noah close his eyes for moment truly exhausted at stiles you turn to stiles " go wait for me " you said to him stiles shake his head you harden your gaze at him " now stiles " he reluctantly leave .

Noah let out sigh you cross your arms looking down at guilty " I know what you're going to ask and yes I was with them "

you glance at him praying he won't be mad at you . Noah wasn't just your  best friends dad he been your like a father to you more than your father ever did. he was there when won race clapping along side with Melissa and with your boys.and him being disappointed in you hurts

"y/n you know what's happening here two dead bodies is found by lake . you can't just walk around night we can't even find who is behind it all " Noah tell you softly he knew you would be harsh on your self if he said he is disappointed in your actions. " just promise you would be careful keep them in line seems like only you could do that " Noah let out tried laugh

you smile at " yes sir " . you glance last time at derek and he was looking at you as well. you node your head before walking to stiles

you , Scott and stiles go the woods were no one knows because you need some privacy to talk and with vampire and hunters running around you could never know who is listening to you. 

" everyone is fine no one saw you changing " you inform them after ending the call with her.

Scott frown " everyone expect derek he saw and it and threatened me to control myself before I kill anyone "

"classic derek " stiles said. you all sit down the ground in circle.

"yeah and my girlfriends hunter who clearly hunting for me a monster and i don't think I will never be normal again " Scott frown. you and stiles glance at each other with understanding scotts struggle.

you take scotts hand in yours " look they are not looking for you there because you didn't kill any of that people and you're not monster Scott. just because you're a werewolf now that doesn't make you monster " you firmly state before taking your hand

" our real problem is the vampires in town " stiles add.

" yeah I told bonnie about " you confess Scott and stiles look at you like you are crazy.

" why would you do that? !!!" stiles yell

"because if I didn't she won't know what's happening around her. stiles she is friends with elena and these Salvatore brothers is obsessed with her. they likely to get bonnie killed if she doesn't know what's going on. tanner died and I'm pretty sure David eat him as dessert after dinner" you yell back and stiles raise his hands in surrender.

when you see Scott frown at you know what he is silently asking " no I didn't told her her about you it's your choice who you want to tell "

"I think in our current situation you being a wolf is helpful. " stiles said with gleefully wide eyes

Scott frown more and you tilt your head " how? " you both simultaneously.

"werewolf bite is Poision vampire it can cause hallucinations agony and eventually death so if you're they try to attack you you can save yourself " stiles give him a encouraged smile with tumbs up.

you smile at new Scott face brighten at this " yeah I can save us "

you let out giggle at his boyish smile  feeling content.

bonnie has been on edge since the morning you left her saying your friends called you. she is worried about you worried what you said is true even though you play around she knows you won't make joke about someone getting murdered and part of herself believe what you said but other part refuse to it.  after her talk with Caroline, she decided to call you.

you three were laying down peaceful when your phone ring you sit up when you see it's bonnies making them sit up too.

" hey you alright? " was first thing you say beside you stiles motion to put it in speaker which you does.

" hey i talked to caroline and she really not her self what you said might be true and i don't know what to do " bonnie voice is dismayed

Scott and stiles glance at each other before looking at you waiting for continue

" where is she now? "

"she going to the founder party remember and her date is damon . I don't know what to do "

you think for minute and look up to Scott with mischief smile on your face Scott shook his head at you knowing you're coming up with some dumb idea.

"  shit I forgot about that. do you have date though ? "

"nope "

" perfect wait for Scott to pick you up he'll be there "

" what...? "

"bye Bonnie".

" wait ... " you end the call.

Scott look horrified stiles fall back laughing so hard at him.

" why would you that?! " Scott wails

" because in three of us you are our best chance to keep eyes on bonnie Caroline and Elena "  you state in duh tone.

Scott frown even more " how ?wouldn't they know I'm werewolf ?"

" not unless you wolf out . just look out for them don't interfere " stiles answer

Scott still look unsure and you take his hands in yours " you don't have to do it if you don't want to I'll go with her you both could dig out anything that can help "

Scott shake his head looking at you " no you don't have to as you said im the best option and I'm not sending you with two murderous vampire party "

" hey i can handle my self " you give him a offended face even though it's warms your heart to know that he still care about you .

Stiles drop you at scotts so you could help him out get dressed up for the party. you pulled out nice black tuxedo with matching shirt scott come out his bathroom.

You give him the tux leaving the room for him to change.

" You can come in now " Scott call out you open the room to see him fiddle with cuffs of the tux his hair is unruly curls everywhere.

" No tie or anything? " He ask

"No . No tie you're fine just like that " You help Scott to fix his hair it's neat but not too neat .

You could feel the nervous rolling out off him " Hey how are you? " You ask him making him look at you confused with a frown on his face.

" What? "

You push him to sit on his bed and sit beside him " Scott you literally turned into a wolf against your will ,derek threating you being hunted my hunter for something you didn't do. I know we didn't really talk about it which is not okey we are expecting you be okey with what happened to you and here you are taking it all without backing down. I'm even pushing you do this " You have tears your eyes when fully understand how serious and traumatizing would from him to go through all this when you are all just teenager .

Scott smile at with tenderness and affection "well I haven't been good friend either. When you were getting chased by it. We never really talk about just move along with it "

You shake your head looking down picking the fabric of his comforter "it's not the same . You have to go through this every full moon and your aggression change could reveal who you're to everyone. " Scott grab your hands taking them in his

" Hey we both didn't want to get chased by it but it happened and about the control problem I think I got hang of it after the lock room... " He trail off did he imagine your eyes glow blue after that his anger and mind have been at constant peace he been able to control himself well

He glance at you with narrowed eyes

" what ?" You sniff silently he just shake his head dismissing his thoughts.he tuck the hair that on your face cradling your head  before putting his forehead on yours you wrap your hand on his neck

You both sigh unaware of the blue mist that covering you both as if it's protecting both of you from a hidden threat .

" We wil be alright" Scott said

bonnie was ready to go to the party when the door bell ring. when she open the door a nervous looking Scott standing wearing a black tuxedo . he give her a small smile .

bonnie sigh " she wasn't kidding"

"no she was not " Scott add wordless bonnie and Scott move to her car and they drove to the party .

the drive painful silent as he used to you and stiles bickering.

bonnie look at from the Conner of her eyes ." i assume you also know about the...."

" vampires ..yes " Scott complete her sentence as he saw her hesitation.

"yeah... and you believe her ?" bonnie questions him.

Scott raise eyebrow at her " Don't you believe her ?"

she glare at him " ofcourse i believe her she is my sister...it's just unreal it's not Twilight movie for Christ sake ."

only if you know me Scott mumbled under his breath but bonnie was too into her thoughts to her .

" don't you think what's happening her a bit too strange and y/n told as about your visions and what your grams saying about you being witch "

"that could be coincidence Scott ?" bonnie said taking a turn still looking nervous enough making Scott sigh helplessly at her unwilling to accept the fact but he can't blame her . if someone came and told him that he would be turning into literal wolf he would laugh and walk away .

then again Scott is not ready to tell her about his condition not knowing how she would react .

Scott pat her on the shoulder " it's okey we'll figure it out our main focus to make sure Caroline is okey and you both to be safe "

bonnie look at him with suspiciously " you and Stiles never been friends with neither me or Caroline so why bother "  even it came out as rude both Scott and bonnie know she is asking purely out of curiosity.

"hey i don't really talk to you because you scare me some times and I do care about you because you're good person and my bestfriends sister " Scott answer

bonnie give him a teasing smile " i scare you ?" .

Scott shift in his seat before whispering" yeah .." 

bonnie laugh at him finding it funny that your friend is scared of her soon Scott smile with her to the tension on the car fading away .

Masterpost

[seitmai]

So so many thoughts so I will make good use of the read more function lol

And now, just when Mama was about to have some fun and let Daddy see, Sloane had decided to make her presence known. 

Impeccable timing lol

Being surrounded by the things that Jake had touched - had gotten ready for your daughter - helped to soothe some of the anxiety. And while you might wake up sore and stiff from sleeping in the chair, it was better than lying awake in an empty bed. 

🥺🥺🥺

But instead, it was your phone that lit up. 

I know it’s late but I just got to watch your video. You looked sexy as hell, darling. So glad you caught our little girl moving, though. Love you so much, and I’ll talk to you soon. 

Now we know where Sloane gets her timing from 🤭

“I miss you. I want you here if it’s safe.” “Yeah?” “Always want you with me, darlin’.” Swallowing against the lump in his throat, he quickly swiped away the tear that slid down his cheek. He couldn’t get his hopes up that he would see his wife. That he would get to have some small part in this pregnancy. He could feel his baby move. 

He's so torn 🥺

Overhead, a jet flew, lowering the landing gear. Sloane moved, and you couldn’t help but smile. She was usually active when you were on the flight line, and you knew that Jake would love that fact. 

Oh he would love it and boast about it haha

“I wasn’t aware that you became an OB in the last three months, Dr. Seresin.” He’d sighed your name at that. 

Iconic answer haha he sometimes needs to be put in place ���

A peculiar sense of deja vu hit you as you stopped beside them and glanced into the passenger seat, spotting your mother-in-law. “Fuck,” you hissed, forcing a smile when she turned to look at you.

Oh no no no🫠

“Can I get you anything to drink? I have water, sparkling water, soda, juice, and milk if you’d prefer.” “A beer,” Mark barked, his green eyes running the length of you before the corner of his mouth twitched.

Just this answer, with no regard what has been said is so fucking aggravating and disrespectful 😤

“No use spending money when my son’s got the room.” Mark smiled in what you assumed he meant to be a charming way but really looked sleazy and winked. “Want to keep an eye on my daughter-in-law, too.” 

I felt physically sick reading this, especially the last sentence 🤢

“Jake, you’re scaring me. Tell me what’s going on?” “I don’t want him near you, not when I’m not there. I don’t trust him.” Taking a deep breath, you leaned against the counter and dropped your head into your hand. Unwelcome tears sprang to your eyes, but you forced your breath to be even. Right now, there was only room for one Seresin to freak out. 

🥺🥺🥺

“Do you trust me?” his voice was cautious, and you blew out a breath. “Of course I do. Jake, if you don’t want them in our home, I’ll have them leave. I just… I need to have information so I can approach this the right way.” 

They are a team 🥺🫶🏻

The message was marked as read immediately, and the response came right away - OMW

Javy is the MVP

“Javy’s on his way,” you sighed. “I won’t do anything until he gets here. Do I need to find a way to keep your mom away from him?” He was quiet for a long moment before sighing. “I…I want to say yes, but you're my priority if it’s between you and her. Fuck!” Jake pulled at his hair, hating that you were being forced to deal with the situation. “Promise me you’ll call the cops if he does anything.”

God that's rough 🥺💔

“Stay on the phone.” Grabbing your shoes, you closed your eyes and pushed to your feet. “Please, darlin’, don’t hang up.”

💔💔💔

“I’ll have you know that I was also raised in the military, so I’m not a civilian going through their first deployment. I know how this works because my dad deployed a lot when I was growing up, and it was just my mom and me,” you snapped without thinking. “And my house is not perfect, but I had no idea I’d have guests coming, I work full time, and I’m pregnant. So when it comes to dividing my time, I will pick my career and take care of myself over doing housework, especially when I’m mostly here by myself. And Jake knew how I cleaned before we got married.” 

👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

“Is that right?” he asked, pushing off the wall. “Tricare’s just not worth it,” you shrugged.

Iconic 👏🏻

“Let’s not get the cops involved if we don’t have to,” Javy said, attempting to play the peacekeeper. “Mr. Se - ” “Chief Petty Officer Seresin, to you, boy.” At that, Javy’s eyes flashed, and his shoulders pulled back. “Then it’s Lieutenant Machado to you. Now, she said to get out, so let’s go.” When Mark raised his hand again to point in your face, Javy stepped between you. “Back up.”

Javy really tried but then he was like: Oh two can play this game

“No thanks necessary; I'm just glad you texted me. Payback’s outside keeping an eye on the situation.” “Reuben’s here?” you asked. “We were at the bar when I got the texts. Pheonix and Bob are en route.” As if on cue, there was a knocking on the door before it opened. 

The whole gang is here for her 🥹🫶🏻

“But…” you sniffled, hearing his noise of concern. “But what if they tell me I can’t come see you?” He breathed your name, and you hung your head. “I’d rather know that you and Sloane will be okay than see you in two weeks. That’s all that matters.” Tears streamed down your face as you silently cursed your in-laws. 

🥺😭🥺😭

Rather than respond, you waited for him to finish before hugging him. “I’m glad you got stuck with Jake at the Academy. And that you put up with him for this long.” “It has not been easy,” he chuckled. “At least you’re getting a goddaughter out of it.” He stiffened in your embrace, and you did as well. “Hey, baby girl, it’s your Uncle Coyote. Gonna be the best godfather ever,” he promised. This time, the tears that slipped down your cheeks were from happiness and gratitude for the family that Jake had already given you. 

Ahhhh yes!! Give it up for uncle Javy the godfather 🥰🫶🏻👏🏻

D-Day by TrickPhotography | Chapter 18

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x female!reader

Word count: 8.2k (sorry, it's a long one)

Synopsis: After finding out his girlfriend is pregnant, Jake is ready to move in and get married. The last thing he expected was to be hit with a six-month deployment at sea and missing the birth of his first child.

18+, minors DNI

Chapter 17 | Series Master List | Ao3

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Chapter 18

Jake grabbed the curtain surrounding his berth and tugged it into place. He had the room to himself for what felt like the first time in forever, with Rooster and Fritz finally out at the same time. Fritz was doing nighttime refueling training, and they were doing a horror movie night since it was Halloween, but Jake backed out at the last minute, saying he was tired. The look Rooster gave him let Jake know the other pilot knew he was full of shit. 

After slipping his headphones on, he pulled up his phone photo album and tapped on the protected folder, typing in the password. At the top was the video he’d requested and hadn’t had a chance to watch yet, just above the dirty photos you’d texted him on his 36th  birthday. His hand rested low on his stomach as he held the phone up and tapped to start the video.

“A bet’s a bet,” you sighed, lifting the camera to show yourself in the bathroom mirror. You wore his blue service jacket, sleeves bunched around your wrists and buttons straining against your stomach. Taking a step back, you put his cap on your head, turning to the side and smirking at the mirror. “This what you had in mind, Tex? Or…” your fingers moved to undo the buttons, and the material fell away to show your rounded stomach. 

“Fuck,” Jake breathed, palm itching to run over your skin. His own was a poor substitution as he rucked up his shirt, running his fingers along the waistband of his sweats and wishing he felt your touch. 

“Hope you don’t mind,” you purred, nuzzling the jacket collar. “But I sprayed some of your fancy cologne on this so I can pretend you’re here.” With a hand resting on your stomach, you turned back to face the mirror, and he spied the red toy between your legs. Biting back a groan, Jake remembered how the advertisement said it would hit your g-spot just right while sucking your clit.

He’d never been jealous of a hunk of silicone before. 

After 2.5 months at sea, he had a harder time remembering your rich taste on his tongue. Jake could have sworn that it was etched into his core memories, but the longer he was away from you, the harder it was to remember. But he comforted himself with the knowledge that he would have to redouble his efforts when he was home to make sure that it was permanently seared into his brain. 

He also wondered if you tasted different now that you were six months pregnant. Jake watched as you peeled his jacket back to show your breasts, his mouth watering at the sight. They were so much bigger than the last time he’d seen them. Touched them. Tasted them.

You were gorgeous. So pretty and growing big with his baby. When your hand lifted to circle your nipple before pinching it, his hand slipped into his boxers to grip his cock. He wanted it to be his touch that made you bite your lip. A smirk crossed your mouth as you slid a hand into the coat pocket and pulled out a small remote. Cocking an eyebrow, you chuckled, “So this might be one of my favorite thing you’ve … ”

The smirk fell from your mouth, replaced with a look of confusion as your hand dropped to your stomach. After tossing the remote onto the sink, you flipped the camera and propped it against the mirror, shaking back the sleeves of his jacket to press both hands to your stomach. 

“I could have…” you said softly. Jake sat up, nearly banging his head on the top bunk as he watched your expression turn to one of awe. Moving both hands to the left side of your stomach, you beamed at the camera. “Babe, I think Sloane just kicked!” 

Jake laughed, running a hand through his hair. You’d told him that you felt little flutters and small movements but had been getting worried about not feeling her move as much. Dr. Shearer had assured you that it was normal to take longer to recognize the movements in your first pregnancy, but that had done little to quiet that fear.

And now, just when Mama was about to have some fun and let Daddy see, Sloane had decided to make her presence known. 

“I, uh…” you said, brushing tears from your cheeks. “I’m gonna owe you a video because I feel awkward doing this now. Love you, babe.” When you stepped closer to the camera, he could see your chin wobbling, and his smile dropped. But you grinned, the emotion not quite meeting your eyes, and blew a kiss at the camera before turning it off. 

Jolting awake, you choked on a sob. Tears dampened your pregnancy pillow as you reached for the empty side of the bed, fingers curling in the cold sheets. 

“Fuck,” you gasped. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You forced your eyes open, afraid to close them, and slip back into sleep. 

For the last few days, you’d been having vivid dreams. At first, it had been weird but pleasant - there’d been a couple of dreams about Jake being home and setting up the nursery. Another one was hanging out at the beach with your parents. But after seeing a video on TikTok about a neighbor running to support her friend when she was notified of her husband dying in a training accident, you’d had nothing but nightmares of that very scenario.

Of sitting on the couch and reading. The doorbell ringing. Opening the door to Javy standing beside a Chaplin, tears streaking his face. Hearing him say your name softly. “I’m so sorry. He’s gone.” 

And, without fail, you would wake up when your knees hit the floor, Javy’s arms gently guiding and trying to protect you. 

After one of those dreams, you didn’t want to sleep. So, instead, you’d pace the house or go into the nursery. Your parents had sent you a gliding chair that Phoenix and Payback had moved for you, and it was becoming your unofficial second bed. Being surrounded by the things that Jake had touched - had gotten ready for your daughter - helped to soothe some of the anxiety. And while you might wake up sore and stiff from sleeping in the chair, it was better than lying awake in an empty bed. 

Lifting the arm of the pillow, you sat up and swung your legs over the side of the bed. A glance at your phone showed that it was after 3:00AM - three hours before your alarm was set to go off. Sighing, you stood and retreated to the bathroom, pausing to grab a sweater that Jake had left, and you’d officially stretched out too much to return to him when he got back. After spritzing his cologne on it and splashing water on your face, you grabbed your phone and walked to the nursery. 

The nightlight projected galaxies on the ceiling as you settled into the glider, hand resting on your stomach. Sloane was quiet, apparently sleeping after putting on a show for her aunt and uncles over lunch. The Daggers had dragged her to the base food court with a bribe of French Fries soaked in malt vinegar from Charlie’s. When you’d felt Sloane move, there’d been some light-hearted shoving of one another to see if they, too, could feel her. Eating with two hands on your belly was awkward, but Sloane had apparently been feeling the love. She had made sure that her family felt every wiggle and kick.

You tried not to think too hard about Jake missing all of it, but it was hard. Not only was he missing out on seeing his daughter grow, but things were getting more challenging to handle alone. Grocery shopping was a pain, as bending to get anything from a lower shelf was difficult. It seemed like you couldn’t go outside without some well-intentioned stranger giving you advice or - creepily - wanting to touch your stomach. Even taking a bath was getting harder due to the struggle of getting out of the tub, which sucked because a lukewarm one - pregnancy had robbed you of your scalding hot water - was one of the few things that helped with insomnia. 

Pulling up your phone, you scrolled through social media before flipping to the news. When it was nothing but negative stuff, you locked the screen and placed it on the window sill, folding your hands over your stomach. Forcing away the lingering images from your dream, you instead pictured Jake pacing the living room, gently bouncing Sloane. Of standing side-by-side and struggling to give her a bath in the sink. Slathering sunscreen on chubby cheeks and spending a day at the beach. 

For as much as he was missing, you thought, there was so much more that he would be there for. 

But even that thought was cold comfort tonight as an image from a previous dream of attending Jake’s funeral intruded. Tears trailed down your cheeks as you rocked, wishing Sloane would move and distract you.

But instead, it was your phone that lit up. 

I know it’s late but I just got to watch your video. You looked sexy as hell, darling. So glad you caught our little girl moving, though. Love you so much, and I’ll talk to you soon. 

The screen dimmed, and you quickly snatched up your phone to type back I love you too. The message was marked as read instantly, and three dots appeared.

You’re up early. Is everything okay?

Fingers hovering over the screen, you hesitated. And then the screen lit up again with an incoming call. Jake’s grinning face made tears spring to your eyes again. Answering it, you quickly put the call on speaker and softly said, “Hello?”

“Hey, darlin’. Why is my sleepy girl up so early?” His voice, with a gently teasing tone, made you inhale sharply. Halfway across the world, Jake sat up - again narrowly avoiding hitting his head - and frowned. The teasing was gone when he said your name. “What’s going on, sweetheart?” 

“N-nothing. Just had a nightmare,” you croaked, pausing to clear your throat. “I’m fine. We’re fine.” 

“What kind of nightmare?”

“The bad kind.” Jake’s hand flexed in his sheets, swallowing hard as he heard a plane landing overhead. He made an inquiring sound, and you tried to keep the anxiety from your voice as you asked, “You’re okay? Nothing’s wrong?”

“Me?” he sounded surprised. “Yeah, I’m fine. Is that… is that what you dreamed about?” When you hummed a response, he sighed. “Darlin’, don’t you worry about me. I’m completely fine, other than missin’ you and Sloane like crazy.” 

“You better stay that way, Jacob Michael,” you sniffled, hearing his groan. 

“Don’t cry, baby. I promise you, I’m okay. And I’m being careful.” And he was - to the extent that Rooster had made a crack about sitting on the perch during their last dog fight. But after watching a call that was too close between young pilots trying to show off, Jake wasn’t willing to take the risk. The safety briefing that afternoon had been a review of the basics. He may have accidentally, on purpose, kicked the chair of the idiot pilots when they groaned and pretended to doze, nodding and flipping a toothpick in his mouth when they turned to glare at him. If they weren’t going to take the war game dress rehearsals seriously, they would be the first ones shot down. 

He’d already talked to Mav to ensure he and Rooster were in the air with the idiots next time. A little humbling would be good for them. With his wingman watching his six, it’d be easily accomplished while keeping a safer distance. 

“You better be,” you mumbled. “How have you been?”

“Not bad,” he replied, updating you on bouncing around the Pacific. They’d steamed past the Korean coast and were headed back out to sea and would be docking in Yokosuka, Japan in a few weeks, just in time for Thanksgiving. After months on the carrier, he looked forward to standing on dry land again, especially with the promise of six days in port with liberty. 

There was silence on the other end of the line, and he wondered if you’d fallen back asleep. But then, you spoke. “Sloane’s moving. I think she can hear her daddy.” 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Your tone was bittersweet, and he let out a breath. 

“Wish I could feel her.” 

“Me too, babe.” There was a long pause before you asked, “Do you know how much liberty you’ll have in Yokosuka?” 

“At least four days. Why? Want me to pick something up for you?” There was another long silence.

“I have a doctor’s appointment coming up.” Jake frowned at the change of topic.

“Yeah? Everything good?”

“It’s the glucose test and a check-up. But…” He heard you blow out a shuttering breath. “How would you feel about me asking if I could fly out to see you?” 

Jake grunted in pain when he hit his head on the overhead berth. Scrubbing a hand over what he knew would be a knot, he asked, “Are you serious? Would it even be safe for you to fly?” 

“I don’t know, but I can ask.”

“Darlin’ - ” Jake choked on the word, trying to hold back the wave of hope and happiness, not wanting to feel it in case the doc said it was too dangerous. “I miss you. I want you here if it’s safe.” 

“Yeah?”

“Always want you with me, darlin’.” Swallowing against the lump in his throat, he quickly swiped away the tear that slid down his cheek. He couldn’t get his hopes up that he would see his wife. That he would get to have some small part in this pregnancy. He could feel his baby move. 

“I always want you with me, too, babe.” 

Gathering your hair in one hand, you fanned the back of your neck while walking the flight line. The temperature was creeping over 70 degrees, and you were sweating while walking between the hangers with some of the mechanics. They were auditing their tools to order replacements now that the new fiscal year had begun. Already on the top of the list were new trucks for the depot. There, you’d gotten an earful on issues with the new plane towing machine, meaning you needed to call the contractor to come back and inspect it. 

Overhead, a jet flew, lowering the landing gear. Sloane moved, and you couldn’t help but smile. She was usually active when you were on the flight line, and you knew that Jake would love that fact. 

Knowing you’d see him in two weeks made things easier. When you’d broached the topic with Dr. Shearer, she’d cautioned that you were tiptoeing the edge of the safe times to travel internationally while pregnant. Generally, women were warned not to travel overseas from 28 to 35 weeks pregnant, and you’d be right at 28 weeks when you flew out. But after reviewing your labs, talking for a while, and a few tears, she’d agreed that your mental health was an important factor in allowing you to go. After giving you a list of precautions to take, including bringing a copy of your medical records in case anything happened while you were in Japan, she agreed to sign off on the trip.

However, Jake had been more cautious when you relayed the news. As excited as he was, he didn’t want to put any additional stress on you or Sloane by having you travel almost 20 hours one-way. When he’d pointed out that you’d be traveling about 40 hours for only 4 days, you’d told him to kindly shut the hell up while fighting back tears. Yes, it wouldn’t be the most comfortable time to travel, but you were frustrated with him trying to move the goalpost - Dr. Shearer cleared you, and you wanted to see him. 

“Do you even want me to come?” you demanded, unable to keep the hurt and frustration from your voice.

“Of course, darlin’. I just want to make sure that you’re okay.”

“I wasn’t aware that you became an OB in the last three months, Dr. Seresin.” He’d sighed your name at that. 

“I’m just worried about you coming all this way for just four days.”

“Worst case scenario, I go into labor there, and you actually get to see your daughter born.”

“Don’t joke about that,” Jake said. 

“Fine. But Dr. Shearer said I can go as long as I don’t have any issues between now and flying out, and as long as you’re still getting off that ship, I’m going to be there.” 

So you were taking Dr. Shearer’s advice - and requirement - to stay healthy to receive the medical clearance and for Jake’s peace of mind. As much as you wanted to go home and sleep after work, you’d started walking around the neighborhood again. Thankfully, your diabetes test had been negative. However, you were still carefully watching what you ate and made sure to cut back on how many runs you were making for salty french fries at night, no matter how much Sloane wanted them. And you’d increased your water intake, which had the added benefit of making you pee more frequently. It was inconvenient, given how often you were out on the flight line.

Blowing out a breath, you let your hair drop and shifted, feeling the familiar need to head back inside to the nearest bathroom. When Sloane shifted again, you felt a twinge in your back and dug your thumb into it. As much as you wanted to head back inside, you needed to complete the audit. One of the perks of working for the federal government was the number of holidays - and therefore days off - that occurred between September and February, but it was hell on getting contracts done. And with your due date in February, you wanted to ensure you had all your ducks in a row for when you went on maternity leave. 

But staring down a three-day weekend for Veteran’s Day, you were looking forward to relaxing away from the heat and work stress. Javy would come over on Saturday to mow the lawn, and there were tentative plans to go to a movie with Bob on Sunday. Mostly, you just wanted to relax. Insomnia was taking a toll on you, and you were ready to curl up on the couch while watching television and napping. Jake had mentioned possibly doing a video call this weekend, which would have been an added bonus.

But those plans disappeared when you turned your husband’s truck into the neighborhood and saw a strange car in your driveway. Unfortunately, it was right in front of where you needed to go to park in the garage. A peculiar sense of deja vu hit you as you stopped beside them and glanced into the passenger seat, spotting your mother-in-law. 

“Fuck,” you hissed, forcing a smile when she turned to look at you. Lifting a hand, you waved before turning off the ignition. Resting on your leg was a small, silver piece of confetti shaped like a bell - even months after the Daggers had dumped them in Jake’s truck after the wedding, you’d found one in the cab. It was almost like the universe knew that you needed some small reminder of your husband on a day like today. Shoving it into your pocket, you unbuckled yourself and reached for your work bag in the passenger seat. 

Sarah was standing outside of the truck, waiting impatiently. But the person who circled the car wasn’t who you’d expected. He was tall and slim, with brown hair that had lightened with age. The slope of his shoulders was familiar, as was the cleft in his chin. 

Even though you’d never met him, you recognized your father-in-law from the few photos Jake kept of him. 

The ready room erupted in noise as the officers were dismissed from the strategy meeting on Saturday morning. Jake closed his notebook and sat back, pressing his pen cap to his lip as he studied the whiteboard. With the war games officially kicking off in early December, the higher-ups were fine-tuning the plans and wanted updates on training. As TOPGUN instructors, Mav and Rooster were officially in charge of ensuring the pilots were up to the task, but he’d also been pulled in as an unofficial trainer. 

Jake tried not to overthink Rooster's comment a few weeks ago when they’d been talking about buying houses. Rooster had been working with a realtor in San Diego but couldn’t find anything he liked before they deployed, and his stuff was sitting in storage. And as much as Jake liked the rental, he liked the idea of owning the house you’d raise your kids in even more. If promoted to Lt. Commander, he’d probably have more leeway in ensuring they stayed in Lemoore, extending with the Vigilantes or moving to a different squadron. He knew he was due for orders in the next year or so and that he needed to update his dream sheet ASAP. 

But in his gut, Jake felt he’d get orders to PCS sooner rather than later. Cyclone had told Rooster that two instructor positions were opening in Miramar in the summer. Warlock was tasked with compiling the list of graduates he wanted to recall, and Jake was pretty sure his name was there. The WSO instructor position had already been filled. Fanboy had already texted the Dagger chat to let everyone know he was headed out West during PCS season. 

Not to mention the vague comment Mav, finally up for promotion to Rear Admiral, had made about a permanent squadron being built up at TOPGUN for specialized missions. Who knew how long it would take to establish it, but… if he was reading the signals right, it looked like there might be a move south in his future. 

Before, that wouldn’t have been an issue. Even with his first marriage, his wife had said she was ready for anything. Finding a new job in her career wasn’t an issue. And it had just been the two of them. But now? Now, it would be a bit harder for that to happen. There were only so many contracting jobs on base, and military spouses weren’t guaranteed anything. In the worst-case scenario, you could return to private contracting - there were always offices around bases. An overseas posting would be more complicated. While he knew the two of you could manage it, he knew you liked being stateside and having your parents a short plane ride away - especially with Sloane. 

As the room emptied, Jake pushed to his feet and ran a hand through his hair. Thankfully, this meeting was the last thing he had to do today for work. He already had plans to hit the barber and do laundry, and he mentally added printing out a copy of his dream sheet. With you coming in a few weeks, he knew he needed to update it ASAP. Lemoore would be his top choice, pulling the international postings. As fun as being overseas would be, he had to put his family first now. Deployments would be enough. 

Tugging down the arm of his khaki shirt - they were tighter than usual due to having nothing but time to work out - Jake couldn’t keep the smirk from his mouth as he walked the hallway back to his room. He couldn’t wait to see you in two weeks, even though he worried about you traveling. But he knew better than to voice his concerns after you’d snapped at him. So he’d done everything he could to make sure that the trip was safe. After you’d sent him the tickets you were eyeing, he’d bought them and upgraded the seat so you’d be comfortable. The last-minute tickets were expensive but absolutely worth it - you’d already agreed that this would be both of your Christmas gifts. And he’d booked a room at the Yokosuka Navy Lodge, so you’d be on base and close to the hospital if you needed anything. 

Fritz nodded at him when he stepped inside, turning his attention back to the show he was watching on his laptop. After tossing his notebook onto the small desk, Jake quickly undid the buttons of his shirt while toeing off his shoes. Once he changed into his civvies, he’d hit the barber and then go for a run. The weekend was the worst time to do laundry, but he was running out of undershirts and socks. 

The safe door clicked open when the dial reached the last number. Jake retrieved his wedding ring, swapping the black silicone band on his hand for the white gold now that he was officially off duty. It already had a couple of scratches on the metal, but he didn’t mind - just meant that time had passed since you’d slid it onto his finger four months ago. After placing the silicone band in the safe, he grabbed his phone and powered it on. It took a minute to connect to the wifi, so he shoved it into his pocket and grabbed his wallet. 

With another nod to Fritz, he stepped back into the hallway and stopped dead when he checked his phone and saw two misspelled texts you’d sent.

Prents here

U

“Sorry, it’s a bit of a mess,” you said, standing awkwardly in your kitchen as your in-laws looked around. You caught her critical glance at the dirty dishes in the sink - at least you’d remembered to run the dishwasher while at work - and the pillow and blanket on the couch. “Can I get you anything to drink? I have water, sparkling water, soda, juice, and milk if you’d prefer.”

“A beer,” Mark barked, his green eyes running the length of you before the corner of his mouth twitched. To his credit, he was conventionally attractive. You could see how he could attract women - traces of Jake were clearly present in his features - but you couldn’t figure out how he kept them once he opened his mouth. Placing a protective hand on your stomach, you forced a smile.

“I don’t actually have any beer,” you said. These days, the house was pretty much BYOB if people wanted alcohol while hanging out. “I’m pretty sure there’s some whiskey and rum if you’d prefer a cocktail.”

“I’ll go get some,” Sarah said softly, looking between you. Mark glanced at his wife and nodded. 

“Fine. I’ll have a sweet tea while I’m waiting.” 

“I have tea bags, but I don’t have sweet tea on hand.” 

“I can make some.” Huffing, Mark invited himself into the living room and threw the blanket on the couch onto the floor before grabbing the television remote. Taking a steeling breath, you turned to face Sarah. She straightened slightly with her husband across the house, lifting her chin as though daring you to say something. This wasn’t the woman who had paraded into your house over a year ago and called you Jake’s roommate or had made pointed comments about your wedding. 

“It’s nice to see you again. How long are you here for?” 

“The weekend. Mark wanted to meet you and make sure that you were doing alright with the deployment and…” she motioned to your stomach, fingers twitching as though she wanted to touch. Shuffling back a step, you nodded.

“Where are you staying?”

“Here,” Mark called from the living room, clearly listening in. “Where’s that tea?” Sarah walked to the pantry and started searching, ignoring your outraged expression.

“You’re staying here?” you asked. 

“No use spending money when my son’s got the room.” Mark smiled in what you assumed he meant to be a charming way but really looked sleazy and winked. “Want to keep an eye on my daughter-in-law, too.” 

Forcing your expression to remain neutral, you picked up your work bag. “I’m going to change. Make yourself comfortable.” The sarcastic remark was unnecessary, as his booted feet were kicked onto your coffee table. 

You could feel the bag vibrating against your leg as you retreated to your bedroom, loathed to leave the two unsupervised in your house but needing a moment to regroup. As soon as the door was closed, you reached into the bag and retrieved your phone, seeing that there were already four missed calls from Jake. Before you could call him back, it rang again. “What do you mean, ‘u’?” he asked as soon as you picked up. 

Tossing your bag onto the bed, you retreated to the bathroom. “Your parents are here.”

“My - ” The shock in his voice was unmistakable. “My parents are there?” 

“Your father currently has his shoes on my coffee table and wants a beer, and your mother is in the pantry making him sweet tea as a substitute until she goes out to get some.” 

There was a long silence before he spoke again, his anger barely contained. “Did he say why they came?”

“He said he wanted to keep an eye on me, and - ”

“That son of a bitch,” he snapped. You inhaled sharply, surprised at the venom in his voice. 

“Jake?”

“Put him on the phone.”

“I’m in our bathroom. Talk to me.”

“I can’t believe… how long are they staying?”

“The weekend, apparently. And they’re expecting to stay here.”

“Absolutely not. I told him he wouldn’t step foot in our house, and he waited for me to be out of the fuckin’ country to do it.” 

“You - ”

“I want you to call Coyote and get him there - now. And then you’re gonna call me back and stay on the phone until he gets there.”

“Jake, you’re scaring me. Tell me what’s going on?”

“I don’t want him near you, not when I’m not there. I don’t trust him.” Taking a deep breath, you leaned against the counter and dropped your head into your hand. Unwelcome tears sprang to your eyes, but you forced your breath to be even. Right now, there was only room for one Seresin to freak out. 

“Babe, I understand you’re upset, but I don’t need Javy here to help manage this. I can - ” He hissed your name.

“You don’t know him. He’s not a good person.”

“I know that, Jake. From the little you’ve told me about him, I know that he’s an asshole and that your mother is not my biggest fan. But I need you to please take a breath and tell me the context of why you told him he wouldn’t be in our house.” Across the globe, he forced himself to take a deep breath and then another as you did the same. You heard voices in the background and then a door opening and closing. “You still there?”

“Yeah, tryin’ to find somewhere private. Hold on.” Closing your eyes, you felt the baby move. 

“Sloane’s moving,” you said softly. When he grunted a response, you sighed - clearly, he wasn’t willing to be distracted. So, instead, you moved deeper into the bathroom and pulled back the shower curtain to sit on the tub's rim. Eventually, Jake spoke again.

“Darlin’?”

“Yeah?”

“Can’t wait until I’m off this goddamn ship and can get some privacy.” It was on the tip of your tongue to say that he would have that in a couple of weeks, but you stayed quiet. When you closed your eyes, you could picture him running a hand through his hair and pacing. The silence stretched, and you refused to break it. “Do you trust me?” his voice was cautious, and you blew out a breath.

“Of course I do. Jake, if you don’t want them in our home, I’ll have them leave. I just… I need to have information so I can approach this the right way.” 

“The right way is with Coyote there.”

“Why?” you demanded. “Why do I need your best friend here? Is your father going to be violent when I ask him to leave?”

“He better not be,” Jake growled. Closing your eyes, you tried to push down your frustration at him for not telling you what was happening, knowing he needed a moment to gather himself. Your husband was a man of action and instinct, and you knew his not being there to handle this personally had to be hard for him. But you were more deliberate and planned, and you wanted to approach every situation with plans and backups in place. And to do that, you needed information.

It had been like this once before when you’d had your first fight about moving in together. Jake wanted it to happen immediately, while you wanted a more established timeline. But now, unlike then, other variables were in the mix - his parents. For as little as you knew about Sarah Seresin, you had at least interacted with her a handful of times. You knew some of her quirks and how she would try to get under your skin. How she’d try to manipulate the situation. But Mark? Your father-in-law was an unknown quantity. You knew he had a temper, was a frequent cheater, and was a horrible parent who emotionally abused his son. Still, you had no data on how to interact with him.

Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes. “Babe, please, I need you to focus because we have a situation, and I need to handle it in a minute. And to do that, I need you to be very honest with me right now about your concerns about me interacting with your father and answer a few questions for me.” Jake felt slightly annoyed when he clocked your tone - the one you used when working with a particularly difficult person. “First, why did you tell him he couldn’t step foot in our home?”

“Because he doesn’t deserve it. He doesn’t deserve to know you after what he said.”

“And what did he say?” 

“I don’t - ”

“Jacob.” 

“You heard him call you a tag chaser,” he said after a moment. You nodded, remembering that phone call where you’d first heard Mark’s voice when you’d called to invite them to the wedding and let his parents know about the pregnancy. “You didn’t hear him say…he said some pretty terrible things about you.” There was a sinking feeling in your stomach, but you forced your voice to be even when you asked him to clarify. Reluctantly, he did. “He said the baby probably wasn’t mine and that you’d cheat on me the moment you had the chance if you hadn’t already. And that… that you would leave me as soon as you got tired of military life, just like my ex did.”

“I…” you stared but couldn’t speak around the lump in your throat. A confusing mixture of anger, resentment, and hurt choked you. While the rational part of your brain knew that Mark Seresin’s opinion was worth less than the dirt on the sole of your shoe, the emotional part hated that your father-in-law would believe that about you. Clearing your throat, you nodded again. “W-what are your concerns with me confronting him alone?”

“Darlin’,” Jake groaned. When you hummed, he cursed under his breath. “I never saw him hit ma, but it was close. And I don’t… I can’t have that happen. Not with you.” 

“Alright,” you said, pulling the phone from your ear and putting it on speaker. Pulling up your text thread with Javy, you quickly typed a message.

911 - Seresins here. Jake wants you here when I kick them out. Can you come?

The message was marked as read immediately, and the response came right away - OMW

“Javy’s on his way,” you sighed. “I won’t do anything until he gets here. Do I need to find a way to keep your mom away from him?” He was quiet for a long moment before sighing. 

“I…I want to say yes, but you're my priority if it’s between you and her. Fuck!” Jake pulled at his hair, hating that you were being forced to deal with the situation. “Promise me you’ll call the cops if he does anything.”

“Of course.” Swiping away a rogue tear, you cleared your throat again. “I love you.” 

“I love you too, darlin’. I’m so sorry that - ”

“This isn’t on you,” you said, toeing off your shoes. “We can handle this. I’m gonna go check the mail to make sure that the door’s open for when Javy gets here. Do you want me to call you back when - ”

“Stay on the phone.” Grabbing your shoes, you closed your eyes and pushed to your feet. “Please, darlin’, don’t hang up.”

“I won’t.” After tossing your shoes into the closet, you glanced at yourself in the mirror and quickly fixed your makeup to ensure you didn’t look like you were crying. Exiting your bedroom, you glanced at where Mark was watching TV and didn’t see Sarah anymore. A glass of sweet tea sweat on the coffee table, having ignored the stack of coasters. 

Mark’s eyes narrowed briefly before his eyebrow rose as you walked through the living room. Forcing a smile, you tilted your head toward the door. “That my son on the phone?” he asked.

“It is. He says hi.” You heard Jake snort, and Mark’s lips curled in a fake smile.

“Tell him I said hello, and he needs to call his mama more.” 

“I will. I’m gonna go grab the mail.” Their rental car wasn’t in the driveway as you walked to the mailbox, the cement warm under your bare feet. There was a box from your parents sitting on the front porch. “Did you hear that?”

“Fuckin’ asshole,” was Jake’s response. Taking a breath, you cradled the phone between your shoulder and ear while grabbing the stack of magazines and envelopes. Slowly, you walked back to the house, mentally preparing to be civil to a man you hated with every fiber of your being and nearly dropping your phone when you tried to juggle it, the mail, and the box. 

“I’m gonna put my phone in my pocket for a second,” you said. Before he could respond, you did just that and pushed the door open, leaving it unlocked. Mark watched you walk toward the kitchen and smirked.

“The yard looks like shit, and the house doesn't look much better. Your mama clearly didn’t teach you how to keep a house for your husband, but don’t worry - Sarah’ll get you right before we leave.”  

You froze, hearing Jake’s tinny voice in your pocket. The television covered the noise by the couch, as Mark didn’t seem to notice it. “Excuse me?” 

“My son obviously didn’t marry you for your housekeepin’ skills,” the older man leered, and you shifted the box to more fully cover your stomach. “But a man should be able to leave on deployment and know that his woman’s takin’ care of his home. Sarah knew that, and she’ll make sure you learn.” 

“I’ll have you know that I was also raised in the military, so I’m not a civilian going through their first deployment. I know how this works because my dad deployed a lot when I was growing up, and it was just my mom and me,” you snapped without thinking. “And my house is not perfect, but I had no idea I’d have guests coming, I work full time, and I’m pregnant. So when it comes to dividing my time, I will pick my career and take care of myself over doing housework, especially when I’m mostly here by myself. And Jake knew how I cleaned before we got married.” 

Turning your back on the man, you stormed toward the kitchen and slammed the box onto the counter, the mail falling to the floor. Jake was talking as you bent to retrieve the post, hand sliding into your pocket to retrieve the phone. “You’ve got more fire than the last tag chaser, I’ll give ya that.” Mark leaned against the wall, grinning down at you. Grasping the counter's edge, you pulled yourself to your feet and tossed envelopes next to the box, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“I am not, and never have been, a tag chaser, so I’d appreciate it if you stopped calling me that. If anything, I married your son despite him being in the military.”

“Is that right?” he asked, pushing off the wall.

“Tricare’s just not worth it,” you shrugged. 

“You got a smart mouth on you, you know that?” That Texas drawl you found so charming on your husband made your skin crawl as he stepped closer. 

“It’s one of the things Jake loves about me.” The counter dug into your back as he moved into your personal space. 

“Your daddy shoulda tanned your hide for that and taught you some manners.” 

“We’ll agree to disagree on that.” When you tried to push past him, his hand shot out and wrapped around your upper arm, pulling you to a stop. Glancing at it, you forced your eyes up to meet his angry green gaze and felt a shot of fear go through you. “Take your hand off of me. Now.” You could clearly hear Jake yelling in the quiet kitchen, but the words were muffled. Mark glanced down at your leg. “I didn’t get a chance to hang up, so Jake’s heard all this.”

Sneering, the elder Seresin chuckled. “An’ what’s he gonna do for you when you’re here all alone? Clearly, you need a man to teach you a lesson, and if my son isn’t up to the task - ” 

When his hand rose, you lifted your chin as you wrenched yourself out of his grasp. “Do it and pull back a bloody stump,” you hissed. Adrenaline flooded your system, and anger at him daring to threaten you in your own home overrode any fear. “I’ll make sure you spend the nice, long holiday weekend in jail, and I’m pretty sure those assault charges would have more consequences since I’m pregnant.” 

“You little bit - ”

There was a knock at the front door, and you refused to take your eyes off the man in front of you as you yelled, “Come in!” You heard Javy call your name. “We’re in the kitchen.” 

Mark lowered his hands when he heard Javy’s quick footsteps, and he paused in the doorway. “Everything alright?” he demanded, glancing between you. 

“Everything’s fine,” you replied, keeping your voice even. “He was just going to wait outside for his wife to come back and then find a hotel for the weekend.”

“You can’t kick me out of my son’s house,” Mark snapped. Javy quickly moved to stand beside you, and you smiled sweetly.

“This is my house just as much as it’s Jake’s. And if you don’t leave, I’ll call the police and have them remove you.” 

“Let’s not get the cops involved if we don’t have to,” Javy said, attempting to play the peacekeeper. “Mr. Se - ”

“Chief Petty Officer Seresin, to you, boy.” At that, Javy’s eyes flashed, and his shoulders pulled back.

“Then it’s Lieutenant Machado to you. Now, she said to get out, so let’s go.” When Mark raised his hand again to point in your face, Javy stepped between you. “Back up.”

“You and my pussy of a son deserve each other.”

“Get. The fuck. Out of my house,” you ordered through clenched teeth, your palm itching to slap the man. Smirking, he took a step back and spit on the floor. Javy moved fast, grabbing the older man by the collar and walking him out of the kitchen and toward the door.

Ears ringing, you were unable to hear the words the two exchanged. The door slammed shut, seeming to shake the walls, and then Javy was back. “You okay?” he asked, pulling you into his arms. Shaking, you leaned into him, fingers digging into his back. 

“I’m okay,” you breathed, unable to keep tears from falling. “How’d you get here so fast?”

“Jake texted me.”

“Jake!” you sobbed, quickly pulling away and reaching for your phone. You could feel that you were starting to get light-headed, and the room spun, so you grabbed Javy’s arm, using it to help you onto the floor. Leaning back against the cabinet, you brought the phone up to your ear and heard your husband’s ragged breathing. “Jake?”

“Fuck, darlin’, are you okay?” he demanded. 

���I’m okay,” you answered. Looking up at Javy, you mouthed the word ‘water.’ He nodded and quickly grabbed a glass from over your head. 

“I can’t believe that fuckin’ asshole touched you. I’m gonna kill him.”

“I’m okay,” you repeated, hearing how worked up he was getting. Putting the phone on speaker, you accepted the water Javy handed you and mouthed your thanks. Forcing yourself to take slow sips, you could feel the room stop spinning. Crouching down in front of you, Javy studied your face.

“She’s a little pale but looks good, Hangman.”

“Jesus, Javy - I…” Jake seemed to choke on his words. “Thank you, man. I - ”

“No thanks necessary; I'm just glad you texted me. Payback’s outside keeping an eye on the situation.” 

“Reuben’s here?” you asked.

“We were at the bar when I got the texts. Pheonix and Bob are en route.” As if on cue, there was a knocking on the door before it opened. 

“Just me!” Nat called. Javy stood, glancing at the other pilot when she entered the kitchen. “All clear?” 

“Yeah,” he nodded. “You mind staying here while I go back up Payback?”

“Bob’s five minutes out,” she said. Her gaze drifted to you. “You want to go get checked out?”

“No.”

“Yes.”

Jake grunted in frustration. “Go get checked out, darlin’. Make sure you and Sloane are okay.”

“I’m fine,” you countered. “The worst I’ll have is a bruise on my arm. He didn’t touch me.”

“If he left a bruise, he did,” Jake countered. “Please, darlin’? For me?”

“But…” you sniffled, hearing his noise of concern. “But what if they tell me I can’t come see you?” He breathed your name, and you hung your head.

“I’d rather know that you and Sloane will be okay than see you in two weeks. That’s all that matters.” Tears streamed down your face as you silently cursed your in-laws. 

“Fine,” you whispered.

“I’ll take you,” Nat offered, and you nodded. 

Two hours later, you sat on the couch between Bob and Payback, a mug of ice cream settled on your stomach. Urgent Care had quickly cleared you but cautioned against any more stress when you’d admitted to feeling faint.

Jake had made you promise to call him back during the exam, and Nat had held the phone for you. Only after hearing Sloane’s strong heartbeat did he feel comfortable hanging up. 

By the time you’d gotten back, the Seresins were gone. When the Daggers made it clear that they wouldn’t leave you alone that night, you quickly ordered some pizzas while Javy ran home to pack an overnight bag, and Payback went to pick up some beers. When you’d tried to pick up the house a bit, Bob and Nat had made you sit on the couch and relax, keeping your feet elevated like the PA had told you to. 

After midnight, you woke to the hushed sounds of the aviators getting ready to leave. You hugged Nat, Reuben, and Bob before they left while Javy cleaned up the kitchen and took out the trash.  

“You don’t have to do that,” you yawned when he came back into the kitchen through the garage. 

“It’s no problem. I’m gonna crash in the spare bedroom if that’s cool.” 

“It’s all yours. And thanks, again, for everything this afternoon.” 

Javy shrugged, a sad smile tugging at his mouth before he turned to wash his hands. “I’m always gonna have your back. Chief Petty Officer Seresin” - his tone was mocking - “has been an asshole since I’ve known him. But you and Jake don’t deserve that.” 

Rather than respond, you waited for him to finish before hugging him. “I’m glad you got stuck with Jake at the Academy. And that you put up with him for this long.” 

“It has not been easy,” he chuckled. 

“At least you’re getting a goddaughter out of it.” He stiffened in your embrace, and you did as well. 

“I’m what?” 

“Please tell me that Jake has already had that conversation with you.” 

“I’m gonna be her godfather?” 

Groaning, you stepped back and buried your face in your hands. “Ignore what I said. Please - I didn’t… Jake was supposed to talk to you about this WEEKS ago!” 

“I’m gonna be a godfather!” Javy crowed, wiggling his shoulders in a celebratory dance. 

“You have to pretend I didn’t say anything when he asks you,” you begged. When his hands hovered over your stomach, you smiled and guided them to where Sloane was moving. 

“Hey, baby girl, it’s your Uncle Coyote. Gonna be the best godfather ever,” he promised. 

This time, the tears that slipped down your cheeks were from happiness and gratitude for the family that Jake had already given you. 

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Author's Note: I am SO SORRY for the delay in updating this story. I got very caught up in my other Jake fic ('tis the damn season) which is set around Christmas. Jake and Darlin' unfortunately took a back seat. However, it gave me some time to mentally rework the chapter, as it - and the story as a whole - originally didn't include any Darlin' going to visit Jake, but just focused on the interaction with her in-laws. As always, thank you to @mamachasesmayhem for letting me bounce ideas off of her during the writing process.

And now you've met CPO Seresin, who is a piece of work... (in my experience) veterans who want to continue to be addressed by their rank tend to be. A couple military terms were used in this chapter - PCS is Permanent Change of Station, where you move bases; PCS season is usually in the summer. Generally, you PCS every 2-4 years -- the longest we ever stayed somewhere was 5 when Dad was able to extend. Due to the constant change, it is very hard for military spouses to build their own careers. One of my best friend's husband left the Air Force because she refused to prioritize his career over hers (she works in fashion, and he now works in finance), and my other best friend's husband also left when she became a director in her company. My mom wasn't able to have a career until my dad retired after 26 years.

Tricare is the military health insurance. Dream sheets are the list of bases that you'd like to be stationed at. The military will look at the list and where there's need, and then let you know where you're going. You are not guaranteed a base on your dream sheet, and it's important to keep them updated. My parents forgot to redo the international one, which is how we ended up moving from Japan to Spain when my parents were ready to come stateside.

Thank you so much for being patient with me updating - I appreciate you 🥺

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[smartkookiee]

That Night of Graduation ⇾ jjk [oneshot]

⌁ pairing; reader (f) x Jeon Jungkook

⌁ genre/rating; 18+ explicit content, strangers to lovers, right person wrong time??, friends to lovers.

⌁ summary; After a stupid game of Truth or Drink you are convinced into telling everyone about the time you and Jungkook hooked up together the night of college graduation. A missed connection that you and Jungkook hadn't even talked about. Bringing up some unexpected feeling that you hadn't realized had been lingering between the two of you.

⌁ word count; 24.3k

⌁ warnings; verysoftdom!jungkook, sub!reader, unprotected sex (reader on birth control) and protected sex, two smut scenes for all the horny bitches, multiple orgasms, creampie, fingering, begging, teasing, hair pulling, nipple/breast play, oral sex (m & f receiving), fluffy smut, smut, jungkook is very sweet, drinking, this is a long oneshot I am so sorry.

I also have this fic posted on ao3 as well under the same username. <3 (Also sorry if there is mistakes. Still trying to find them all.)

“Come on I want to do something!” Tae’s voice roared over everyone laughing and drinking.

To set the scene, You had stuck with Tae and Yoongi for most of the night just chatting in the kitchen. Namjoon and his girlfriend Sana were in competition in a heated game of Mario kart. Jungkook and Jimin were playing a sober version of beer pong whereas Jin and Hoseok were not. While Yuna and Cece were watching. Music was a medium hum over everyone else’s noise.

Tae jumped down from his spot next to you on the counter.

“I’m just bored! I don’t want to sit here and chat all night!” He grumbled, you and Yoongi give each other a knowing look knowing he’s just getting moody from drinking.

“We always go do something, we took a majority vote and decided to stay in remember?” Yoongi patted him on the shoulder and took a swig of his drink.

“Yeah some people have to work tomorrow morning so it was easier to stay in.” You chimed in.

“I know,” Tae pouted, “Can we do like truth or dare or something?”

“What are we 13?” Yoongi laughed at him.

“Come on I know you all have some dirt I don’t know about.” Tae wiggled his eyebrows and both of you and you wiggled yours back.

“Doubt that.” You snort and take a drink from your cider.

“What is Tae grumbling about?” Jungkook came trotting into the kitchen with all the cups filled with water from him and Jin’s game. He dumps them out into the sink.

“Tae wants to play a game like truth or dare because we can’t go have an adventure.” You roll your eyes.

“I’m down.” Jungkook says his back still turned to you all.

“Seriously?” Your eyes meet his.

“Yes!” Tae grins from ear to ear.

“I think everyone is just trying to wind down though.” Yoongi jumps in.

Which was true, everyone seemed to be slowing down as the night went on.

“Well why don’t we do like just truths.” Tae suggests and looks between you.

You give a knowing look over to Jungkook. You hadn’t played a game like that in a long while.

“How about we do truth or drink but people can pick their drink. Y/N and I have played it before.” Jungkook suggests.

You looked surprisingly at him, you hadn’t thought about it in a long time. It was never a night either of you had mentioned to your friends either. Yoongi gives a confused look.

He never really thought of you two hanging out before.

“I don’t know.” You glance at your feet. “I mean last time we played it we ended up drunk in the middle of downtown.”

“We made it back safe.” He pulled himself a soda out of the fridge and opened it. “Besides that was our graduation party so we were just celebrating.”

“Yeah but that was just us.” You almost cut yourself off because you realized not anyone else knew about this.

Tae had already left the kitchen to go round up the others.

“Scared we will learn your deepest secrets.” Yoongi pokes your legs, and you bat his hands away.

“I’m more scared about yall’s secrets I’m going to have to hear.” You smirk.

“Back up though, when were you two alone at graduation?” Yoongi back tracked and glanced between you and Jungkook. You look at Jungkook and sigh.

“Remember we stayed behind?” You squint your eyes trying to remember.

“We we’re both done celebrating graduation before the rest of you guys. We just stayed behind and went to bed.” Jungkook took a drink of his drink, he didn’t take his eyes off of you.

“Yeah that was all.” You shrug.

“You two are being weird. What happened at graduation?” He narrows his eyes between the two of you.

“What about graduation?” Jimin came into the kitchen and pulled a drink for himself out of the fridge and he leaned on the counter next to Jungkook.

“Did you know these two hang out without us?” Yoongi looked at Jimin.

“We don’t hang out,” You roll your eyes. “It was that one night.”

“I thought you two didn’t like each other if I’m being honest.” Jimin took a sip of his drink looking between you both.

“I like Jungkook fine!” You exclaim and hop off the counter, “and nothing happened, we just went to bed.”

“I remember Jungkook not coming back to the room til like 8am.” Jimin spoke up.

You looked surprisingly over at him.

“Oh really?” Yoongi gives a curious look to you and then Jungkook and then back to Jimin. “Tell me more.”

“I was in the room before you came back, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jungkook rolled his eyes, trying to change topics.

“No I remember.” Jimin was insistent now, “We got back at roughly 5:30 and no you didn’t come back til 8. I remember because I was pissed at you waking me up so early.”

“You must be remembering it wrong buddy.”

“You sure he wasn’t there before and just left and came back?” You cough a little. You knew you were lying but playing along with Jungkook.

“Why are you both so defensive about it?” Yoongi picked up on the tone change.

You look over to Jungkook who was still had been staring at you. Both of you have had never repeated the events of that night. You weren’t even sure if he remembered most of it since you both were pretty wasted.

“What was that?” Jimin eyes both of you and you snapped your eyes to him.

“What was what?” Jungkook said non-chalantly, he smirked looking back to you. You couldn’t help but laugh but it came out more as a cough.

“You guys shared a look.” He pouted, he for sure saw it.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You smile to yourself as you take a sip of your drink.

“Stop messing around!” Jimin hits Jungkook on the shoulder.

You had a feeling Jimin wasn’t going to let it go though.

Tae right then pulled everyone out of the kitchen into the living room. Everyone had got themselves a drink of some kind, some people went for just beer or cider, and others went just for water or soda. You all sat in a circle around Tae’s coffee table, you and Yoongi decided to share the smaller couch together as you took up most of the room which he protested too. Jimin Jungkook, Sana and Namjoon had taken their places on the couch, while everyone else had found their places on the ground. Tae was standing at the front of the room waiting for everyone to calm down.

“So what are we playing?” Yuna raised her hand as if she was in class.

“Jungkook do you want to explain what it is?” Tae held his hand to Jungkook. Jungkook stood up from his spot on the couch.

“Basically all it is, is truth or drink. You get asked a question and you can either choose to answer it or you can take a sip of your drink. Go wild.” He smiles and takes his seat back down on the couch.

“Is anything off limits?” Jin asks and glances around to everyone.

Everyone nods and seems to silently agree that nothing is off limits. Everyone has known each other long enough that we never really had any boundaries with each other.

The game started with Tae and slowly worked it’s way around. It started off fairly tame and slowly got progressively more interesting. Cece has slept with an A list celebrity but can’t tell us who. Hoseok flirted with a professor to get a better grade in one of his classes in his first year of college. And it went on like this for a while, not all the secrets people spilled were stuff we hadn’t known already either. You had also answered a few questions but nothing that you weren’t too hesitant to answer in the first place.

Eventually questions had made there way back around to Tae who was pretty tipsy at this point because he had many questions he did not want to answer.

“Alright,” he glanced around the circle before he pointed at Jimin, “Jiminie, truth or drink.”

“Bring it.” He said in a playful tone.

“Have you ever slept with someone in our friend group?”

This brought a resounding ‘oh’ from everyone in the group. Shockingly this question hadn’t come up already.

Jimin took a quick glance around the room, almost as if we wasn’t sure if he had or not.

“Other than a sleepover, No Tae I have not slept with anyone in the room.” Jimin said confidently with a cheeky grin on face, “None of you are my type anyways.”

“Ugh you’re boring.” Jin grumbled, he was hoping to hear something juicy.

“Yeah ask something good for this next one.” Yoongi has been silent for a while and finally spoke up. You had almost thought he was falling asleep. “The game is getting stale.”

Jimin placed a finger over his mouth as he scanned everyone. You rolled your eyes and you began to take a sip of your drink. Trying to remain unnoticed, which to your avail hadn’t worked.

“Y/N.” he said very abruptly.

You choking on your drink a little bit.

“What’s up baby?” You smile at him playfully, you may also be a bit tipsy.

Jimin was silent for a moment as a devilish grin played on his lips as he looked between you and Jungkook. Jungkook who was completely wrapped up in his phone.

“Truth or Drink,” He was taunting you a bit, “What happened between you and Jungkook the night of our graduation party.”

Everyone seemed to fall quiet at the question. Too quiet, you were sure everyone heard your stomach turn. You began to chew on your bottom lip a bit as everyones eyes landed on you. You looked down to your drink and were ready to take the L and not hear the end of it for the rest of the night. It was something you and Jungkook hadn’t even talked about yourselves since then.

I mean it was two years ago, there was really nothing to talk about.

You had felt yourself lift your hand up slightly, almost making the decision to take a drink before you look over to Jungkook first. His eyes were flickering between the drink in your hand and you. You both stare at each other for a moment.

“Oh come on we have to hear this now.” Tae spoke up and he scooted closer to you like he was a kid waiting for a story.

“With how silent you are we have to know now.” Sana chimed in and Namjoon nodded his head in agreement.

“Yeah come on Y/N.” Yoongi bumped your shoulder, and you could see he was also just as curious.

Everyone kind of started to cheer you on to tell the story, you looked back to Jungkook. He just stared at you couldn’t tell if he wanted you to tell the story either.

“Do you want me to tell them?” You mouth to him.

“Might as well.” He rolls his eyes and shrugs, him also knowing you won’t make it out of this without saying something.

“Alright,” you sit up on the edge of the couch and let out a long sigh,” The night of our graduation party, Jungkook and I slept together.”

The room went completely silent for a mere second before everyone up roared with their own assorted responses.

“You slept together?”

“We were together the whole night!”

“No way.”

“Do you two even like each other?”

It continued on like this for a moment and you rubbed the side of your temples with an embarrassed smile on your face. Jungkook was also in the same position. He didn’t seem embarrassed though.

“Okay okay okay,” Yuna stood up from her place on the ground, “You got to tell us more.”

“What? No! That’s a completely different question.” You snort, “Let’s continue.”

You look over to Jin who equally wants to know more of what the rest of the group wants to hear.

“Jin, what’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done drunk?” You ask, hoping everyone will move on.

“Purple!” He exclaims, “Y/N tell us what led you two to sleeping together.”

“What! You can’t do that! You have to ask someone else a question.” You fold your arms over your chest.

“As the host I will allow it. All those in favor say I.” Tae shouts and a everyone follows suit with a resounding I.

You let out a sigh and look back to Jungkook who is just laughing a bit.

“Don’t laugh.” You chuck a pillow at him and he catches it before it can hit him.

“I don’t think we are leaving before they find out what happened Y/N.”

“Ugh,” You groan, “Do you care if I tell them then?”

“Be my guest.” Jungkook leans back on the couch, looking completely unbothered by all the attention on both of you.

“Okay… where do I even begin.”

//

*Two Years Prior*

The elevator ride back up to your hotel room felt like it lasted ages, everyone was completely wasted and sweaty. You found yourself at the back leaning against the cool glass that had cooled down the skin on your back. Everyone was still giggling and shuffling around the elevator and you were just trying to make sure you stayed on your own two feet. The dress you wore had luckily stayed on you the whole night but you were ready to sleep.

It seemed as everyone else disagreed with you.

Everyone still seemed to have plenty of life in them, they were just coming back to the hotel to take a quick break and most of them were going to head back out to some of the bars that were open till way late.

The ding of the elevator rung, and everyone piled on our floor and were giggling and screaming.

“Shhh.” Tae was the one who got us our hotel rooms for the night and he wasn’t looking to get us kicked out. “Chill out everyone.”

You smiled at him.

Yoongi and Hoseok had both gotten pretty wasted and were the two who were being the loudest. Usually Jimin would be the one to be loud like them but he was helping Cece just stay on her two feet. Namjoon and Sana could barely keep there hands off each other. It was getting graphic.

You weren’t doing so hot either though, as you were watching everyone you could feel the edge of your eyes blurring, as you tried to reach up to rub your eyes you had completely lost your balance. Falling backwards a bit you felt yourself fall into what felt like a wall, but two arms had caught under neither yours, you looked up to see Jungkook’s face right above yours.

“Oh hello,” You giggled and you tapped the edge of his nose but also fell out of his grip again. He bent down and caught you once more.

He laughed a little at you getting you back to your feet. He was dressed in a nice suit like the other guys but his was correctly tailored to him and looked good. He had his tie completely undone, and he had ditched his jacket to Yuna who had gotten cold on the walk back.

“Hello to you too.” He smiled at you, he has a nice smile. “We need to get you some water.”

“YOU need some water.” You poked his chest and pouted.

“You’re right but let’s take care of you first.” He placed his hand on your lower back and held your other hand in his to help guide you.

Tae had opened his room, and everyone seemed to follow like little drunk sheep and pile into his room. More resounding giggles and screams came as people fell onto the one bed, you found yourself falling onto the couch.

Tae’s room was rather big. He decided to call up his dad for a favor and get us all really nice rooms for the weekend. It helped at times like these that Tae came from a loaded family. The room had a king size bed a full living room set and had a huge tv that hung over a fire place. His room was probably the biggest of everyone’s, yours was nothing to snore at but his was definitely the most luxurious.

Everyone was falling all over the place but seemed to settle down. Some people, including yourself were slowly becoming spent for the night.

“Come on people!” Jin cheered around the room. Clapping to get everyone’s attention and to keep people awake.

“Yeah come on, we are just here to grab some stuff and we are heading back out!” Hoseok joined in and he was encouraging some of the others back on there feet.

Some of them were running in place and doing jumping jacks to get their blood moving, You had completely become one with Tae’s couch. You knew you weren’t going anywhere after this. You hadn’t noticed but since you were sprawled out on the couch, Jungkook had come and sat down on the ground in front of you and he handed you a glass of water.

“Awe thank you.” You lifted your head up and pouted at him and took the glass, he kept a hand on it just in case you dropped it.

“No problem,” He smiled, “You’re probably still going to have a massive hang over in the morning though dummy.”

He pats you on the head slightly and you swat him away, you sit up straight so you can drink the water better.

“You’re the dummy.” You grumble.

“Yeah, I’m not 9 shots deep right now.” He rolled his eyes at you and joined you on the couch.

“I’m not 9 shots deep.”

He lifts your arm up that had the tally marks all down your wrist that count your drinks. Your wrist tingles under the heat of his skin.

“Oh.” You felt yourself snicker.

“Alright let’s go! Everyone got what they need?” Jimin shouts around the room and you hadn’t even noticed that everyone was already all back on their feet, mostly. Ready to head on back out into the night.

“Everyone make sure you have your buddies.” Tae looks around to everyone and make sure they all have a buddy.

Your buddy was Yuna but it seems she found a new buddy in Jimin. You didn’t think you had much more left in you though and you could almost barely stand anymore really. You could completely understand everything happening around you but your body didn’t comply with your actions. You tried to stand up but immediately fell back down to the couch. You almost fall completely onto Jungkook. He catches you. You lift your head to meet his gaze.

“I think I’m done for the night.” You giggle a little and run a hand through your hair.

“I agree, here lay down again.” Jungkook moves off the couch and back down to the floor so you can rest.

“No come on! It’s graduation we still have some partying to do!” Yoongi comes up from behind you and places his hands on your shoulders, just before you can sprawl out again.

“No,” You whine and look up at him, “You go have fun, if I go any longer I will be passing out in the street.”

“You’ll be the only one though.” Hoseok comes up to Yoongi.

“I’m also not going.” You hear Jungkook’s voice from in front of you, you lean your head up to look at him.

“No Kook!” Namjoon stumbles over after hearing him, “You have to go out with us more!”

“Nah, I am also 9 shots deep man. I am done for the night.” He rolls his eyes and hugs Namjoon back after he initiated one.

“I’m going to miss you.” Namjoon fake sobs.

“I’ll miss you too.” Jungkook laughs and gives Namjoon back over to Sana.

Everyone then said their goodbyes to both of you as they headed out the door. You were honestly glad. Even though you had been celebrating you were completely spent for the night it felt like. After everyone had finally piled out the door you fell straight back onto the couch. A long sigh fell from your lips as you felt the weight of your body settle in. You weren’t doing too bad for 9 shots but you sure shouldn’t be at anymore bars for the night.

Jungkook laid himself down on the ground and you could hear some of the bones in his back crack.

“Oh that sounded like it felt good.” You laugh a little.

“I’m getting too old for this shit.”

You hum in agreement.

“You seemed like you had so much more energy! What happened?” You lifted your head to look at him on the ground.

“Jimin happened.”

That made you laugh but your stomach immediately reacted.

“Don’t make me laugh I’m going to puke.” You groan a little and bury your face back into the couch.

“That’ll happen when you’re such a lightweight.” He jokes.

“I am not.”

“I’ve known you for four years, and Tae and Jimin have had a lot of parties.” He rolls his eyes at you, he also placed his arms over his eyes probably to block out the room light.

“God has it really been fucking four years?” You widen your eyes just thinking how long it’s been.

It hadn’t even fully hit you that you will no longer have to go to school anymore and you will be being a real life adult now. You had already had a job lined up and you were staying close to everyone else but it was real now. No more homework, no more teachers.

“Yeah we met when we were sophomores.” He lifted his arm up a bit to look at you.

“Jesus, now I feel old.” You groaned and you rubbed your eyes.

“Tell me about it. I’ve known Jimin since I was 14 so I feel ancient.”

You turned over and you laid down on your back. You tried to pinpoint when you and Jungkook first met but you couldn’t remember. It felt weird because you and Jungkook usually don’t talk like this.

“Jungkook…”

“Yeah?” He sits up, he looked worried, almost like he thought something was wrong.

“I don’t know anything about you.” You also sat up on your elbows.

You genuinely couldn’t think of a time you and Jungkook had hung out like this.

“I guess we never really got to hang out a lot.”

“No, we were always forced together by our friends.”

“Ugh you saying you are forced to be around me?” He pouts, and you reach down and smack his arm.

“Shut up, you know what I mean.” You roll your eyes.

“Well, never too late to get to know each other.”

//

“Get to know each other physically” Jimin interrupted you.

Everyone around chuckled and you smiled to yourself.

“Keep going.” Namjoon waves for you to continue.

Everyone around was completely taken by the story.

“Can you hurry up though, I want to get to the good part.” Hoseok says getting impatient. You hit him since he’s sitting so close to you and he laughs.

“Don’t be gross!” You scold him. “Anyways, um...”

You have to pause to think what happened after, it’s been a while so some details were fuzzy.

“We got food remember?” Jungkook chimes in and you glance over to him, everyone seems to turn their attention over to him.

“Yeah we left and got some food because I figured no better way to get to know someone-“ he continues.

“Than over good food.” You both say at the same time as it comes back to you.

//

Jungkook and you both had run down to one of the pizza places that was still open and brought a few slices back with you, but you decided to hang out in your room instead. You had started to chat a little bit about little things about each other. Talked about high school and how he met Jimin. You talked about how you had first met Tae in a study group and he was absolutely dead set on being your friend. Jungkook also remind you that you two had met through an aggressive game of darts.

“Was that the same night Hobi got a dart in the ass?” You plop yourself down on your bed, and you and Jungkook had made a nice little spread of your pizza slices and the bread sticks you got.

It was a good call to go get pizza. Jungkook mostly ordered everything since he insisted meat lovers is going to be the cure all for your hang over. You both were just sprawled out on your bed now. You were against the headboard and Jungkook was closer to the foot of the bed.

“No, that was actually a year later. No when you and I met he was still dating that one person..” He snapped his fingers trying to pinpoint a name. “I can’t remember but the only reason he got the dart in the ass was because he was so drunk because he had gotten dumped.”

“Oh that’s right.” You took another bite of your pizza.

You both had sat in comfortable silence for a moment. You had just begun to notice Jungkook’s features, he really was an attractive guy. Now that you had recollected the first time you two met, you had remembered that you had thought he was very cute back then. You had always had admired him, but frankly you thought he never really liked you that much. Maybe that’s why you had never really gotten to know each other that well.

“Can I confess something.” You say and having to clear your throat a bit. Jungkook was mid bite and his eyes went wide and looked at you. It made you chuckle a little bit. He tried to bite down on the pizza the string of the pizza was stuck to his mouth. He was struggling.

“Yeah?” He said covering his mouth, and it came out kind of mumbled because his mouth was full.

“In total honesty, I used to think you were very attractive.” You play with you finger nails and scrunch you face a bit before seeing his reaction.

He gave you are wide grin.

“Even with the bowl cut?” He looks shocked and you laughed remembering the bowl cut. It wasn’t horrible but his longer hair suits him better.

“Even with the bowl cut.” You chew on your bottom lip.

“Well,” He sits himself up and he looks towards the ceiling, “I thought the same thing about you.”

“You thought I would be cute with a bowl cut?” You tease him.

“Oh absolutely, the bowl cut look would be super hot for you.” He chuckles a bit.

“Oh, I’ll consider it next time I get a cut done.” You smile, You take a moment to think about what he said. “Wait you thought I was cute?”

You sat straight up in the bed and moved a little closer to his side.

“Oh yeah.”

“That’s it?” You blink at him.

“Well who wouldn’t.” He took a bite of his pizza and he was looking straight at you.

You were a little speechless for a moment. You didn’t find yourself unattractive but I don’t think you had ever had someone be so forward about finding you attractive.

“What?” He interrupts your thoughts.

“I thought you didn’t like me if I am being honest.” You felt embarrassed.

“I thought you didn’t like me.” He sat up in his spot as well, meeting your eye-line. “I was actually going to ask you out.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“I think I had asked Tae about it, but he said you just weren’t in that place. Then we just all kept hanging out as a group and then we never really got the chance to talk alone ever.”

You just let out a sigh. It was a what if moment. You thought of the idea of him asking you out. Would you have even said yes at the time? Tae was probably right you wouldn’t have been in the place to have this random guy asking you out.

“Well c’est la vie.” You sigh.

You hadn’t really noticed you two were sitting fairly close to each other at this point. You let out a little cough and get up from the bed and take some of the napkins and other garbage you and Jungkook had made. You still had a bit of energy left. From what you could figure, none of the others had come back yet. You still wanted to do something.

“Well,” You turn back around to him, “What should we do next?”

“Well I am feeling better. Want to play a rather easy drinking game?” He had a smirk on his lips and you raise an eyebrow at him with concern.

“I don’t like that look.”

“It’s nothing bad. First are feeling okay to drink more?”

“I’m feeling way better.” You take a deep breath.

Jungkook then leaves the room briefly and you hear him in the hall go into another room. It’s just a minute before he returns with a bunch of tiny bottles of liquor. You laugh a bit.

“Where did you get those?” he places a few in your hands.

“I stole them from Tae’s room, figured it’s not going to hurt him much to pay for these.”

You laugh and you both play your own game of Truth or Drink. You both just ask innocent questions and neither really had to drink with the few questions you had asked to far. It was just nice to get to know him and to get him to open up. Jungkook was way goofier than you had ever seen him be. It was interesting to see him loosen up more and more as the night goes on.

After a few more rounds you both had maybe taken only three shots for questions you didn’t want to answer. You had begun to get into some more personal questions.

“Truth or Drink, how many people have you slept with.”

You had to sit and think about it a little bit.

“I think it’s only six people?” To be completely honest you think it might be less.

“Okay okay.” He sit and thinks on it for a minute.

“What!” You widen you eyes, what was he thinking?

“Nothing! Six is a good number! Relationships or-…”

“Three relationships and three were just flings.”

“Oh spicy.” Jungkook pokes you.

“Yeah, well what’s your number.” You take a small sip from one of the little liquor bottles.

“Eleven.”

“Whore.” You snort, and Jungkook’s face completely drops.

“Prude.” He takes a sip from one of his little liquor bottles.

“Hey! You said six was a good number!” You shove his shoulder. He falls over and laughs a little, you both were falling to the tipsy side again.

“Alright my turn. Truth or Drink, have you and Tae slept together?”

You choke on your own air and are coughing and laughing in his face.

“Ew no!” You scoff at him.

“I had to know, Cece put the thought in my head the other day and I’ve been curious ever since!” He had a little blush over his cheeks, probably a combination from drinking and embarrassment.

“No Tae and I have never slept together! We are just good friends.” You grumble and you rub your forehead. “Alright, what about you, have you slept with anyone we know?”

“No no no,” He shakes his head frowns a little, “Not anyone we all know.”

“Interesting.” You nod your head.

“Okay, have you ever wanted to with anyone of our friends?” He looks at you intently, it almost felt like his eyes were boring into the side of your head.

You meet his gaze. You slowly lift your drink up to your lips and down the tiny bottle. This drink burned on it’s way down and you could feel the heat rush to your cheeks.

He hums in disappointment. You knew he would be curious to know.

“Bummer.” His eyes flicker away from yours for a moment.

“What about you?” You smirk at him.

“Oh yeah.” He seems to match the energy you’re giving off.

“Who?” Your eyes widen.

Jungkook instead of responding looks away from you with a smile and downs the tiny bottle he has in his hend and coughs a little. You shove his shoulder because even though it’s unsaid, you had an understanding probably of what he was going to say.

“Alright your turn.” You grumble to yourself.

“What are you thinking right now?”

You look at him confused since it was such a simple question. You were looking right in his eyes, and he had this sparkle in them. The room wasn’t even lit that well, but he still looked like he had stars within them. He was so delicately handsome.

“You have really pretty eyes.” You tilt your head a little but never breaking your stare.

“Thank you.” He says it very quietly, “Your turn.”

You both just sat in silence for a moment, just taking each other in.

“Okay…” You clear your throat, “Let’s say hypothetically, If someone asked from our friend group if you wanted too… would you?”

Neither of you have broken eye contact.

“Hypothetically? Depends on who it was.”

“Uhm.” You nod.

You found yourselves incredibly close, maybe a few inches away.

“Uh it’s your turn.” You whisper.

Your eyes were flicking between his eyes and his lips. Your noses slightly brush against each other. You hesitantly placed your hand at the top of his buttoned shirt. Your eyes were focused on your movements. You just hooked your finger on the top of his shirt but didn’t tug. You then watched Jungkook’s hand come up and tuck a strand of you hair behind your ear that had fallen in your face. It was slow and it felt as if he was taking his time, he didn’t want to take his hand away. You both were breathing heavier.

You rest your forehead against his and you meet his gaze, he hadn’t taken his eyes off of you for a moment.

“Do you want too?” He whispers, and even though you were alone, it was as If he only wanted you to hear it.

A sudden pound outside your doors startles both of you away from each other. You hear some laughter from people outside who we just passing down the hallway. Your heart was pounding out of your chest. Jungkook and You had basically retreated to the other sides of your bed. You felt very nervous all of the sudden and felt like you were completely on display. You stood up from the bed and paced a little.

“We should uh-…” You didn’t know what to do with your hands, “We should go get some air.” You laugh nervously and watch Jungkook stand from the bed.

“I agree.” He rubs the back of his neck.

//

“THAT’S IT?” Yuna’s voice makes everyone almost jump out of your skin. “You almost kiss? Come on, where is the spice?”

“Well we aren’t done.” Jungkook speaks up.

You had been completely avoiding looking at him for this whole part of the story. You already seemed fully on display with everyone watching you intently tell this story.

“Well after that we left the room. I was much more intoxicated then I had realized if I am being honest. We probably should have stayed inside, but we wanted to sober up to we just ran around the block.”

“Yeah we saw two guys throw up.” Jungkook adds and you cringe at remembering the thought.

“Hey so did we!” Namjoon spoke up, “But it was Yoongi and Hobi.”

“And you!” Yoongi retorts back and him and Namjoon scrunched his face up at the thought.

“Well what was next?” Sana was eager to continue the conversation, she was leaned over the side of the couch completely invested in your words.

“We just ran, the city had put up lights for the summer for some reason and so we just ran around under the lights for like half an hour.” Jungkook started, you were glad he did. You were kind of tired of talking the whole time. After all, this was his story too.

“It was really beautiful.”

“Probably chilling too.” Tae said very pointedly towards Jungkook.

You rolled your eyes as he chuckled a little bit.

//

You and Jungkook found yourselves basically falling into the elevator. The walk you both had done around the block was really nice. You both needed some air, and it felt good just to run around. You both were in fits of laughter over something Jungkook had said. You both were leaning on the back wall. You had found your avoiding complete eye contact with him since you were both alone in your room before.

“What time is it.” You ask almost breathlessly.

“It’s 4:30.” He groaned and laughed a little.

“Jesus, where are the others? Have you heard from them?” You lean towards him a little as he pulls out his phone.

“Last text I got was that they were heading to Paradise. That place stays open till 5 so they shouldn’t be too much longer.”

A small ‘oh’ drops from your mouth. You both stand in a comfortable silence. The elevator eventually reaches your floor and as soon as it opens you race out to Jungkook’s surprise.

“Race you.” You yell to Jungkook. You immediately took off down the hall, your room was all the way at the other end and you felt yourself laughing a little out of control.

You spin around to see Jungkook immediately following right behind you with a full smile on his face. A small yelp left your mouth as you try to run a little faster.

“Oh no you don’t”

Just as you feel your hands about to reach your door, you feel Jungkook’s arms wrap around your waist and lift you off the ground which resound in a bellowing laugh from you and Jungkook has to shush you. You were completely lifted off of your feet and spun around once, where Jungkook takes the opportunity to reach your door first. You turn around to see he is showing you a shit eating grin.

“You cheater!” Just before you’re about to run towards him, he opens the door just at that moment and you stumble and almost trip over yourself face first. Jungkook catches you one more time just around your waist.

You are completely doubled over in laughter. Jungkook’s arm pressed against your stomach doesn’t help. He is also completely amused by you and is laughing while trying to shush you once again. He pulls you up so you are stable on your feet and he closes the door behind him. He spins you around and you are just smiling from ear to ear, he tucks a hair away from your face. You finally have a moment to catch your breath. When you realize that you are basically pressed up against him.

You clear your throat and push yourself away from him and enter your room a little more with your back turned to him.

It would be a bad idea if something happened between the two of you.

“We should probably get some sleep. We’ve been running around for what feels like hours.” You smile, it was a really good night. You needed to probably drink some more water so you could help your hang over when you get up.

“Yeah, hey.” He gets your attention and you turn back around to him, “It was nice to see such a different side of you today. I like this a lot better than being strangers.”

“I do too.” You smile at him.

“Have a goodnight Y/N.” He gives you a tiny wave before he turns his back to you.

It almost felt like he was moving in slow motion. He slowly made his way to the door. You just took a moment to examine his figure. The cold air had done nothing to help you. The unanswered question hung on your tongue. You weren’t ready for the night to end just yet.

You wanted him.

“Jungkook.” You say a little louder than you intended.

“Yeah.” He spins on his heel to look back at you. His eyes were still sparkling.

“I never answered your question.”

Was this a bad idea? Was this going to make things more complicated? All of these thoughts had completely escaped you.

“Yeah?” He raised an eyebrow at you and he took a step back into the room. His eyes lowered looking at you.

“Yeah.” You say softly.

Jungkook slowly makes his way over to you, just up until he right in front of you.

“What is it then?” he leans to your ear, his breath fanning on your neck.

You heart had picked up and with how quickly it was beating you were sure Jungkook could hear it. You find yourselves in a very similar position. Jungkook’s face comes so close that your noses brush against each other once again. You are just staring at his lips, and you were completely breathless. Jungkook lifts his hand and places it on the back of your neck. His hand is hot on the back of your neck, it makes your skin rise with goosebumps.

“Yes.”

Jungkook smiles slightly before he pulls you into him and he presses your lips against his. You wrap your arms around his neck and he pulls your waist into his. It was slow at first but you both seemed to become a little more desperate for each other. You find your hands way into his hair. Jungkook pulls away from you to kiss down your neck, this elicits a small moan from you.

You feel Jungkook push you back till your back meets the wall behind you. Jungkook breaking away from you lowers himself to his knees, and his hands on the hem of your dress.

“Can I take this off?” He looks up to you, the sight of him on his knees in front of you sends a wave of heat through you and you feel yourself clench around nothing.

“Please.” You breathlessly say.

Jungkook takes his time. He slowly lifts the dress but as he lifts the hem higher, his lips are brushing against your skin, from up your thigh, and then up your stomach. He briefly stops to help you lift the dress completely over your head before his lips find their way back to yours. His tongue making his way into your mouth. One of his hands brings your leg up around him.

He breaks away from you for a minute, he just drinks you in for a moment. His eyes are dark and it sends a shiver through you.

“Let me know if there is anything you don’t want.” Your noses brush together. You just slightly nod. He lowly chuckles and leans into your ear, “I need to hear you say it, lovely.”

You whimper a little, “Okay.” Your eyes flutter close.

You can feel his hand hovering just over your underwear, you already knew that you were completely wet from your underwear sticking to you. He’s teasing you by just barely holding his hand there.

“I haven’t even done anything and you’re already so wet for me.” He meets his gaze with yours and he has a smirk on his face.

“Shut up.” You feel slightly embarrassed.

It hadn’t been that long since you had had sex but it’s been a few months, and right in this moment that feels like a lifetime ago. You couldn’t believe how quickly he was getting you riled up.

“Oh I will.” He hums, he felt like he had become a completely different person here. The teasing was agonizing.

“Jungkook please.” Your head falls back a little needing a little release.

“Tell me,” You looked away from him, “How long has it been since someone has pleased you?”

He was whispering right in your ear, his hand pressed into you just over your underwear again and it forces a moan out of you. He groans into the skin on your neck. You decide to take back control a little here and you begin to unbutton his shirt, he helps you and rips his shirt off of his arms. You couldn’t’ say you hadn’t noticed that Jungkook was in good shape but it was completely different having it right in front of you.

You could see all his tattoos that ran down his arm and you felt grateful to take in the sight.

“You’re beautiful.” You say almost instinctually, he laughs and little and pulls into him for a deep kiss. This kiss was way more intimate and you felt yourself smile a little. He pulls away just for a moment.

“You’re breathtaking.” He immediately kisses you again. The way he kisses you feels like he can’t get enough of you and you couldn’t get enough of him. You had both of your hands placed on either side of his face, keeping him close to you. He lowers his hands to grip around your thighs and he lifts you up, wrapping your legs around him. He backed you back into the wall again but you hit your head a bit.

You immediately let out a laugh because it didn’t hurt but Jungkook was worried.

“I’m so sorry, are you okay?” His eyes wide looking at you.

“I’m okay.” You were giggling and you kiss him again, using your legs to pull him into you. You could feel the bulge in his pants press against your core and it elicits a groan from you. Jungkook grips your thighs a little tighter after feeling the pressure against him.

He keeps his grip tight on you and he walks you over to the bed, he tries to lay you down gently, but you still bounce a bit and you smile looking up at him. You get the chance to look at him all over again hanging over you. It was a wonderful sight. He then disappears and you lean up to see that he is at the edge of the bed on his knees.

He sees you lean upwards and stands back up to meet you with a kiss and he gently places a hand on your chest to lay you back down. He breaks away from you.

“Let me take care of you.” he stares right into your eyes, it felt like he was staring into your soul.

“Okay.” You smile almost instinctually.

He lowers himself back out of sight and you feel him pull your underwear down your legs very quickly. He pulls you down the bed a little more and you let out a small squeal. You very suddenly feel him lick a stripe all way up your core. You let out a gasp at the feeling. He dips his tongue inside of you a few times. His tongue was hot against you and it was driving you crazy. Your legs had instinctually closed around his head. He had wrapped his hands around your thighs to keep you steady. His mouth had found its way to your clit.

It felt completely different then times before. He brings his mouth away from you. And you feel his hand press against you and rub a few times and then he slowly slides one finger into you and you bite down onto your bottom lip.

Jungkook reaches up with his other hand and reaches under your bra to play with your breast. His hand seems to completely cover your chest. You have both of your hands digging into the sheets next to you and he pulls his finger in and out of you slowly.

He takes no time to add another and you let out a small moan.

“Jungkook.” You moan.

He moves his fingers in and out of you more. You had good sex before but never had someone be this attentive to you. Jungkook without hesitation had you completely relaxed and added another finger inside of you. His long fingers pumping in and out of you relentlessly.

“What do you need?” He says lowly.

“Just… more.”

You were ready for him to fuck you, but he wanted to make you cum with just his mouth and hands. He wanted you to feel good in every way he could. He brings his mouth to your clit and you whimper a little because the stimulation was almost too much. It felt amazing though. You felt the heat in the pit of your stomach rising quickly. You could feel yourself clenching around Jungkook’s fingers. Jungkook hums against your core and it sends a wave of heat through you.

His fingers were hit that right spot inside of you. You had your eyes screwed shut and he was relentless on your clit and it felt amazing. You weren’t able to ever get yourself off with just your fingers, but Jungkook was going to have you cum with the way he was working you.

It’s like he could predict everything you needed.

“Please I’m going to cum.” You whine.

Jungkook brings his mouth away from you for a moment.

“Come undone for me.”

You feel the tightness in your stomach relax and completely cum all over Jungkook’s fingers. He keeps riding you out through your orgasm. He takes his fingers out of you, and you open your eyes to see him licking them clean. It sends a shiver through you seeing him do that. You’d never thought you would find him so sexy.

His eyes stare darkly at you and he crawls back on top of you. Before you can catch your breath he kisses you, and allows you to taste yourself. You moan into his mouth. He quickly detaches from you so he can start to take off his pants. You watch as he pulls down his trousers down his legs and you can see the bulge very prominently in his underwear. You sit up to the edge of the bed and Jungkook stops for a moment.

“Can I take these off for you?” You look up at him, you slowly slip down to your knees on the ground.

“Absolutely.”

You immediately pull down the side of his boxers and his dick stands prominently in front of you. he was longer rather than girthy. You were worried you wouldn’t be able to take all of him. You wanted to make him feel good they way he made you feel good.

“Can I?” You wanted to make sure it was okay.

“Yes.” He stutters out.

You grab his length and pump him a few times. He lets out a low grunt at your immediate touch. Precum has already leaked from his red tip. You bring his tip into your mouth, and Jungkook moans. You slowly pump him a little while you suck on his tip and you slowly start to make more of him in your mouth. You bob your head on him, taking more of him into your mouth at a time.

“God Y/N” He groans, his hands find his way into your hair but he doesn’t force you at all.

You hum against him which seems to make him shiver with pleasure. You pull away and there is a string of saliva between your mouth and the tip of his dick. It sends a wave of heat to you core at the sight. You then lick a stripe up on his length before taking him into you mouth again.

“Fuck.” He grunts.

You then take his full length into your mouth, you are able to hold back your gag to be able to take him all the way. You look up at him through your lashes and you start to bob him in and out of your mouth. He meets your gaze and you can see the complete lust in his eyes. You start to go fast before he shuts his eyes enjoying the sight in front of him.

He suddenly stops you.

“Woah.” He breathlessly says, “I don’t want to cum yet.”

You pull your mouth off of him.

“I want to make you feel good like you did me.” You look up to him.

“Oh I know,” he takes your hand and he pulls you to your feet. Placing a hand under your chin, “I just want to feel your pretty pussy around me when I cum.”

He says this in almost a whisper and your breath gets caught in your throat with the way he looks at you. You press your lips to his eagerly. You wanted all of him. You wanted to experience all of it with him. You both fall onto the bed behind you again. Jungkook catches himself before he can crush you. You love the way his body completely molds to yours as he’s on top of you, and your skin touching is electrifying. You have one leg wrapped around him and your hands are completely wrapped in his hair.

You could feel his dick pressed against your leg, so close to your core that’s it’s agonizing. You watch as he stares down at you for a moment, and he takes himself in his hand and pumps himself a few times. He then meets your gaze and he presses the tip of himself just at your entrance. You suck in a quick breath. The heat from his tip could melt you. You wanted to be wrapped around him. The way he’s teasing you by just swirling his tip around your entrance is almost too much.

“Please.” You whine, you wrap a hand around his neck and pull him into you. “Jungkook please.”

“So greedy.” He smirks, “Don’t worry I will give it all to you. It’s just so hot seeing you beg for it.”

You smile, you didn’t appreciate the teasing but his talking is getting you all wound up.

“We should probably use protection.” You gulp. You were more than okay with just having him inside of you without a condom too. You knew if he did though you wouldn’t be able to help yourself.

“You’re right.” You were breathing into each other. He hadn’t stopped what he was doing just yet, just running his tip along your entrance. He wanted it just as bad as you. His mind was becoming completely cloudy with you.

Jungkook begins to peel himself away from you. Not having the heat of him against you was frustrating. You needed him. He begins to walk away but you grab his hand and pull him back down on top of you.

“Where do you think you’re going just yet?” You smile at him and pull him in for a kiss, he smiles into your kiss. Wrapping one of his arms around underneath you.

You just enjoy Jungkook kissing you for a moment. You once again felt like there wasn’t enough of him for you. You didn’t want to break away even to get air. He pulls away from you for a moment, and the lack of heat makes you whimper.

“I’m not going anywhere.” He meets your eyeline again, and he slowly places a kiss on both sides of your neck. He wraps his hands under you to unhook your bra. You then pull it down your arms to toss it to the side. Jungkook just takes your naked body in for a moment. He places a light kiss to the center of your stomach.

You giggle because it was ticklish. He smiles up at you and does it again and bring your arms down to stop him. He takes both of your hands in his while you’re laughing and wraps your hands in his and places both of your arms above your head. His face hovers just above yours. You just have a stuck smile on your face as you stare at him.

“Don’t go anywhere.” You sigh.

“I won’t.” he shakes his head, he places a quick kiss to your lips.

“Good, because I need more of this.” You pull both of your hands down, you felt embarrassed saying it. You cover your face with your intertwined hands. He laughs a little, moving your hands away and kisses you.

“You’re so lovely.” He takes in all of your features. He lets go of one of your hands and his hand slowly moves down your body. He leans his head down to take one of your nipples into his mouth.

His fingers find their way back to your core and begin to rub you a few times.

“Jungkook…”you moan, you head falling to the side just taking in all the sensations.

“Oh say it again..” he breaks away from your chest and he’s stares at you completely wrapped up. He dips his fingers into your heat again and he can feel you quiver under his touch.

“Jungkook.” You moan a little louder this time. Before you could think he kisses you again before departing from you completely.

“I’m just going to get a condom.”

He pulls himself away from you and goes to get his wallet. He pulled the package out and he quickly rips it open. You felt nervous but you couldn’t be any safer than where you are right now. Jungkook rolls the condom onto his length, and he turns back to you and places himself over you again.

“You look so amazing.” He whispers in your ear and nibbles on your earlobe.

“Have you seen yourself?”

“You sure you want to do this?”

“Absolutely.”

You couldn’t wait any longer. You wanted to feel him.

“Jungkook.”

He stops and looks at you.

“It’s just been a while so go… slow.”

He smiled at you and left a peck on your lips.

“Of course.” He takes one of your hands in his.

Jungkook positions his tip at your entrance which was already wet. He then lifts his eyes to look at you. You had your eyes closed instinctually. He then slowly presses his tip into you and you let out a gasp. Jungkook has buried his head into the crook of your neck. He takes it just a little bit at a time, slowly stretching you out. You were breathing slowly to help yourself relax.

You feel one of Jungkook’s hand reaches in front of you to rub your clit to help you. It felt good because you could feel yourself clenching around him. He was placing kisses along your neck. Small moans kept escaping your lips. Jungkook stops for a moment.

“Hey-…”

You open your eyes to meet his eyes that have stars in them once again. He then bottomed out inside of you. Which made you completely let go.

“I wanted to see your eyes when I filled you up.”

“God Jungkook.” You needed some movement. You shifted your hips on top of him, but ultimately made you gasp. Jungkook let out a guttural moan. Seeing his face as you moved could have sent you over the edge.

“Does that feel good?” You lick your lips, and you slowly shifted your hips again.

“Fuck me.” He says breathlessly.

You couldn’t help yourself.

“I am.”

Jungkook let out a small laugh and almost fell on top of you. You wrapped your arms around him. He placed a small kiss to your chest. Before you had time to react he slowly pulled himself out of you just until his tip barely left you. His eyes met yours again, and he pushed himself back into you slowly.

Your head rolls back a little and you moan. Jungkook just takes the sight in and he slowly starts to move himself in and out slowly. The way he is moving himself is hitting right on your g spot but your orgasm is building slow. Its agonizingly good. Jungkook grabs your legs and hikes them around him. He ever so slowly picks his pace up more and more. He filled you up completely and seemed to fit just right inside of you.

“Jungkook… faster.” You stutter.

He doesn’t respond and immediately complies with your wish and he starts to go quite a bit faster. You hadn’t realized how vocal you were before but you let out a moan every time he would fill you back up.

“Quiet lovely, we don’t want to wake anyone.” He says lowly to you as he holds himself over you. You can’t help the noises you are making. He immediately comes down to kiss you and you just moan into his mouth. “It is so sexy how vocal you are for me.”

“God you’re so good,” you are completely breathless. Your breath catches every time he pounds into you. Jungkook had picked up his pace quite a bit. “I’ve been missing out.”

“So have I.” He then switches up his pace to slower but hard thrusts. “I saw you dancing earlier. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”

“Oh yeah?” You open your eyes to meet his gaze. “What were you thinking about?”

“I was thinking about how good it would be to be doing this.” He thrusts into you hard, causing you to Yelp a little. He presses his forehead to yours. “How good it would feel, to have your pussy wrapped around me. To pound into you and make you moan my name.”

You could feel heat spread completely around your body at his words.

“Why didn’t you come dance with me then?” You wraps your arms around his back.

The thought of him watching you dance and how you wanted someone to dance with makes your heart flutter.

“I didn’t know if you would want this.”

“Well, I can’t get enough now.” You stutter and he chuckles.

“God me too.” He starts to pick his pace back up again. Leaving soft kisses all down your neck as he continues. He pumps in and out of you’re a few more times.

Jungkook then comes to a complete halt and pulls out of you and you look at him.

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

“Get on all fours.”

“What?” You widen your eyes.

“Get on all fours.” He has a force behind his tone, that sends a fire through you.

You immediately turn yourself over and you place yourself on your knees and hands but you feel Jungkook’s hand on the upper part of your back and he presses your shoulders so your face in the bed. Your ass is completely in the air exposed for him. You feel both of his hands run over your ass before you feel his hands make impression on both sides of you and you can feel his pelvis pressed against yours. He hasn’t positions himself to enter you yet.

“Is this alright?”

You nod your head. It was more than okay.

“Come on darling. I need to hear your voice.”

His voice makes your core clench around nothing.

“Yes.” You make sure your voice is clear.

“Good girl.”

He than positions himself back at your entrance and before you can think he has pushed himself all the way back into you. This position is a completely different pleasure. Your nails are digging into the sheets around you. Jungkook places his hands on top of yours as he begins to rock himself into you. You immediately yelp at the new sensation. Jungkook slowly picks up the pace again and you could tell that he didn’t have much left in him but he wanted to ride you out to your orgasm first.

“Jungkook, its so fucking good.” You moan and breathing heavier then before. You loved how much control he had taken over you.

“Good.” He moans. Just continuing his pace and he releases your hands to hold onto your hips and rocks you into him.

This made you let out small screams which would have been louder if you weren’t face first into the bed. You hadn’t had someone fuck you like this in a while. The way Jungkook was rocking into you was bringing you to your second orgasm faster than you had expected.

“Jungkook- fuck- I’m going to cum.” You whine. You were ready to release.

“Oh come for me darling. I want to feel you around me.” He

He reaches his hand down to rub your clit while he continues to pump into you. This brings you to your edge even faster. You feel the heat in your stomach completely release for the second time that night. Jungkook continued to ride you out through it one more time with a few more pumps. He knew you would be sensitive soon so he thrusts quickly. You whimper and the over stimulation but he quickly let’s go. You can feel the condom fill up in you and Jungkook leans over still inside of you.

You both are breathing heavily, and Jungkook slowly pulls himself out of you. You allow yourself to completely fall into the bed. You were spent. Hours of running around and drunk and getting fucked, you were done.

Jungkook discarded the condom in the garbage in the bathroom and he cleaned himself off. He then came back into the room and slipped his boxers back on. You could slowly feel sleep was slowly going to overtake you soon. You felt Jungkook place himself in the bed next to you. He pulls the blanket up and places it over you. You slowly turn yourself over to face him, you were sure you were completely fucked out.

“Hi.” You quietly say.

Jungkook begins to stroke your hair softly.

“Hi.” He smiles at you.

“I don’t have the brain power to put words to what we just did.” You giggle, and Jungkook laughs at you a little.

“That’s okay. You need to go pee before you sleep though and take off your make up.”

You groan because you know he’s right.

“Fuck.” You slowly drag yourself up. You realize you are still fully naked. “I’m naked.”

“Yeah- here.” Jungkook reaches to the ground and grabs his shirt. “You can put this on.”

“Thank you.” You basically just drape his button up over you, you don’t even bother to button it.

After you’ve gone to the bathroom, you slowly slump your way back to the bed with Jungkook’s shirt barely hanging on you. He just stares at you, with an expression you can’t quit place.

“I’m so tired.” You could feel yourself slowly falling into complete crying exhaustion.

“Come lay down.” He reaches his hand out to you.

You gladly accept it. You completely collapse next to him. You feel him pull you into him. He begins to rub your back and feel yourself falling victim to the warm heat of his body. It was so nice and welcoming.

“Wait!” You shoot up, your eyes weren’t even open and you make Jungkook jump.

“What?” He sits up with you.

“Don’t we need to talk about this?” You were barely getting your words out, Jungkook just turns your head to him and he places both of his hands on either side of your face and kisses you so gently.

“We will, not tonight. You are exhausted. Just sleep now.” He slowly moves you back to a laying position. He also buttons the top few buttons on the shirt.

“Okay.” You sigh, “We will talk tomorrow.”

You fall back into Jungkook’s warmth and sleep completely over took you.

//

To pick back up, you didn’t give your friends the explicit details of what happened. You explained just up until after you kissed the first time and just said that you slept together.

“So, you slept together and then what?” Jimin looked confused between the two of you, “Did you guys talk about it? Did you guys go on a date? What happened?”

“Yeah, like you guys just hooked up? Or what?” Hoseok exclaimed.

“Nothing happened.” You said, blankly.

“Yeah.” Jungkook spoke up, “That was it, we didn’t talk about it. It just was what it was.”

You both were looking at each other, even though both of you knew if was way more intimate than you had explained to your friends at all. You never knew why you and Jungkook had never talked about what happened.

“That was two years ago now?” Cece asked.

“Yeah.” You nod.

“We’ve probably hung out like a few dozen times since then?” Tae points out.

You knew this and Jungkook knows this, its just never come up.

“We just never acknowledge it. None of you guys knew, so there wasn’t anything to be weird about.” Jungkook coughed.

“So now can you all let it go?” You stand up from your seat. “Don’t some of you have work in the morning?” You look around the room.

“Y/N is right. As much as I love you all. I do have to kick you all out.”

With that everyone gets up from their spots and everyone begins to help Tae clean up around his house. Luckily it was only just a little past midnight and you could get a good nights sleep, not that you had anything else going on. Some of the others had to head out immediately but you didn’t want to leave Tae with all the work. You cleaned a up a bunch of cans and drinks that hadn’t been finished and brought them to the kitchen to dump them out in the sink. You heard someone come in behind you and you assume it’s Tae.

“Hey is there-…” You turn around to be met with Jungkook who was putting some trash in the bin.

“Hi.” He smiles at you.

“Hi.” You give him a polite smile back.

You nervously turn back around and continuing emptying drinks down the drain. Being alone with him felt very vulnerable now after just laying it all on the table for your friends. You were trying to think as why to why the two of you never spoke after that night. It felt like much more to you then just a night when it happened.

You went back to strangers after that night so quickly.

You felt a hand brush against your back and it makes you jump out of your skin.

“Oh sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” Jungkook appeared next to you. You looked at him for a moment before looking away.

“You’re fine. I am just jumpy.” You smile and you continue to empty drinks.

He was silent just standing next to you for a moment.

“You didn’t have to tell everyone you know.” He spoke quietly.

“Oh I didn’t care. It was a long time ago Jungkook. If they want to know then it’s no harm done.” You shrugged, because it really didn’t bother you.

“Okay, you just seemed weird when you finished.” He looked concerned.

“I promise I’m not bothered.” You begin to wash your hands after dumping the drinks.

Jungkook begins to walk away from you before you hear him stop.

“Hey why didn’t we talk that next day?” You could feel his eyes on the back of your head.

You were confused.

“You left don’t you remember? You were gone the next morning.”

//

You were unpleasantly woken up light streaming in from a tiny crack in the curtains. Your brain was beating on the side of your skull. You lift your hands up to rub the sides of your skull. You regretted drinking so much the night before. You slowly sat up in the bed and felt a cold chill run over you. You rub your eyes and look down to realize that you were still completely naked from the night before.

“Oh god.” You muttered to yourself as it all came flooding back to you.

You glanced next to you and the bed was empty to no surprise. Jungkook must have slipped out at some time. That was okay, you hadn’t expected him to stick around.

You would have hoped you could have talked to him this morning though.

You grabbed your phone and luckily it still had a little charge. It was almost 11 in the morning. You also had several notifications from your group chat that everyone was in Tae’s room for breakfast. You set down your phone and pulled over your bag to throw on your change of clothes you brought with you. Your feet felt extremely heavy underneath you and your heels were painful to walk on.

You swung your door open and slowly dragged yourself to Tae’s room that was just a few doors down from you. The door was opened a bit, you let yourself in and it wasn’t a super loud morning. Your friends also looked like complete trash and exhausted from the night before. Everyone had just as dark of eye bags as you and were barely eating any of their food.

“Well don’t we just look like a barrel of fun.” You say, and everyone turns to see you.

Everyone greeted you with grunts and moans.

“Morning.” Taehyung waved to you, he was laying on the couch completely curled up into himself. You came and sat right next to him. “Help yourself to the food, I know I certainly can’t.”

He had some aspirin and water sitting in front of him. Jimin was sitting in one of the chairs and Yoongi was on the floor. Some of the others were sprawled onto Taehyungs bed.

No Jungkook.

“I thought you left this morning,” Yoongi turned to you, “We hadn’t heard anything from you all morning.”

“No I was also just waking myself up from death. I am probably not going be able to keep anything down this morning.” You lean over on Tae’s shoulder, you could feel the pounding in your head slowly returning.

“Do you need me to get you some aspirin?” Jimin glanced over to you, he seemed perfectly fine out of the most of us.

You nodded your head and you mouthed a ‘thank you’ to him and he went across the room to get it. You had taken the opportunity to look around the room as well. Jungkook was nowhere to be found amongst everyone. You sighed in disappointment, you hoped he was okay. Hopefully he didn’t get sick in the night.

Jimin came back with a glass of water and two pills for you.

“Hey we are missing a few of us.” You say to Jimin, if anyone would know it would be him.

“I know Jin and Cece are still in their own rooms, completely passed out I am sure. Than I’m actually not sure where Jungkook ran off too. I think he might of left. I think he had some things he had to finish this morning.” He took his place back into his chair and fell back into his phone.

“Oh, okay.” You also pull out your phone to see if maybe he had left you a text.

Nothing.

“Jungkook asked about you too this morning.” Tae grumbled next to you as he curled into himself.

“Oh yeah?” You tried not to sound too eager.

“Yeah he was just making sure you were alright. None of us had seen you yet so no one was sure.” Yoongi added.

You couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed

//

“I realize now I maybe could have reached out to you but you just left. So I took that as an answer that maybe you hadn’t wanted to talk.” You folded your arms over yourself and you were leaned against the counter. Jungkook had placed himself leaning against the fridge straight across form you.

“I did want to talk though.” He spoke up.

“Then why did you just leave?” You look at him confused.

“Everyone had told me you had left.” He stood straight up, “I went to breakfast too. I must have been earlier than you but I went to breakfast. Taehyung said he hadn’t seen you and Yoongi told me you had left.”

“Well like I said I was still passed out.” You rub the back of your neck. “Well wouldn’t you have known I was still around if you had stayed in my room?”

“Well no, I didn’t want to make anything weird so at about 8 I went back to my room before Jimin could wake up. Figured we didn’t need him asking questions.”

You laugh at him with a little pity.

“You must have only gotten like three hours of sleep.” You sigh.

“It was worth it.” He smiled, “I think maybe this can all be chocked up too we were both stupid and didn’t communicate well.”

You nodded.

“Why didn’t you text me or something?” You still found yourself lost, it would have been so easy to reach out.

Again though, you didn’t reach out either.

“Well, I think I thought you had left because maybe you were embarrassed by it all. So I left it alone.”

You both just stared at each other for a moment. You kind of realized how stupid it all sounded. That you both just assumed that the other didn’t want to talk about what had happened. That you both just sat on some unspoken confessions for two years now. Because if you were being honest with yourself, you had that night pop into your head many times. It hurt even more that possibly you had been feeling the same way but still acted like strangers.

“We are kind of stupid aren’t we.” You smile to yourself.

“Maybe.” He laughs a little, “But like you said that was a long time ago.”

Taehyung and Jimin then round the corner to the kitchen laughing about something before they both come in sight of both of you.

“Woah guys keep your clothes on.” Jimin jokingly covers his eyes, “Can’t leave you two alone anymore.”

“Shut the fuck up.” You shove Jimin’s shoulder, and he laughs.

“Tae is there anything else we can help clean up?” You look over to him but he waves you off.

“No, you guys can go. I am not too worried about it too much.” You pat your pockets to make sure you’ve got everything.

“Are you sure? I can stay a bit” You wanted to make sure you weren’t leaving him with a ton of work.

“Yeah we can help if we need.” Jungkook added.

“No, go home guys. Though I will see you on Saturday though right Y/N?” Tae pointed his finger at you and you nodded.

“Yes, I might be late but I will be there.”

“That reminds me,” Tae turned to Jungkook, “I hadn’t asked you yet if you wanted to join us for drinks on Saturday.”

“Yeah I’m sure I could be there.”

After that you said your goodbyes. Jimin was staying the night and Tae’s because he had been drinking just a bit too much. You and Jungkook just left together in silence. You weren’t sure what you wanted to say to him now.

When you both got outside of Tae’s building you were both greeted by a cold gust of wind.

“Jesus it’s freezing.” You wrap your arms around yourself.

“Yeah, are you parked too far?”

“No my car is right here.” You had gotten a space right in front of Tae’s place luckily.

You go to unlock your door to your car.

“Hey Y/N.” Jungkook had appeared next to you.

“Yeah.” You take a moment to look up at him.

“Can we not do the stranger thing anymore now?” He asked so softly, he had what looked like a little sadness behind his eyes.

“Yeah, I would like to not have to do that anymore.” You smile.

“Good.” He took a few steps backwards away from you. “Have a goodnight.”

“Yeah you too.” You gave him a small wave before rushing into your car.

You get your car turned on to help heat yourself up. You watch out your front mirror, Jungkook disappearing down the street. You hoped he didn’t have to walk to far to his car. You genuinely did hope that this would open up that door for you two to actually spend more time together. That was your original plan in the first place. For one thing you didn’t imagine you would be telling everyone you had slept together, but it did feel like a wall was lifted between the two of you. You hoped you could spend more time together after this.

//

*A Few Nights Later*

“Please.” Whine, you wrap a hand around his neck and pull him into you. “Jungkook please.”

“So greedy.” He smirks, “Don’t worry I will give it all to you. It’s just so hot seeing you beg for it.”

You immediately shot up from your bed, feeling almost breathless as you shook yourself awake.

You had never dreamed about that night before.

Your entire body felt hot and sweaty. You had felt some heat pooled in between your legs. You could almost laugh at yourself even though no one was around to see you. You shook your head and tried to clear your mind before trying to sleep again.

Your mind went back to Jungkook again.

You had found yourself thinking about him for the past few days. You both had started texting each other a little bit more than usual but it wasn’t anything crazy. Just small conversations here and there. He would send you something funny on instgram or from tik tok. You both were just being friendly. You had caught yourself smiling seeing his messages a few times too. It was all a little confusing as to how to go about all of this.

You obviously still found him very attractive, and funny, and kind.

His eyes still had that starry look too them as you had seen many times before.

You felt your phone buzz next to you. You pulled it out from under your pillow to see, funny enough, a text from Jungkook.

JK: asdncjdsi.

:what? lmao

JK: Sorry, didn’t mean to send that.

JK: Hi

:Hi? It’s three in the morning.

JK: I actually just woke up… randomly.

:Why don’t I believe that?

JK: you’ll just have to trust me

:So you thought texting me would help?

JK: Maybe… do you have a good bedtime story you could tell me?

:It’s called shut up and go to bed

JK: Hmm, not familiar with that one… care to share?

You roll your eyes and put your phone down, so you can try to go back to sleep yourself. You felt your phone buzz again, and you pick it up once more.

JK: Why are you awake?

You sighed. Unfortunately, he was the culprit.

:Fanaticizing a life where you don’t text me at three in the morning

JK: Awe you were thinking about me?

:Go away

You set your phone down again and allow yourself to try to fall asleep again. This time Jungkook really did leave you alone.

//

Tae had come over to borrow some stuff from you the next morning and he ended up lounging at your place for most of the day.

You liked to binge movies together every so often and he had just decided today was one of those days. You both also just chatted through the movies most of the time, Tae probably had been your closest friend since you graduated, and since the beginning of college really.

There really wasn’t anything you two hadn’t shared with each other.

You felt bad though because for most of the day your brain had been a bit of a fog, you hadn’t even noticed he had been chatting at you for the last five minutes.

“Y/N?” Tae had kicked you in the shin from the other side of your couch and you jumped.

“Ow.” You looked up at him and then threw a pillow towards him, “What the hell?”

“I’ve been talking to you!” He looked a little upset at you, and you retreated back under your blanket a bit.

“Oh… sorry. My mind is just not here right now.” You sigh and you kind of get yourself to focus back on the present again.

“You have kind of been that way all week. Is everything alright?” He sat up straight so he could listen to you and he placed his chin in one of his hands to lean on.

“I’m fine. Work has just been a lot and I haven’t been sleeping super well.” You rub your eyes.

“Why haven’t you been sleeping?” He looked genuinely concerned, heat spread all over your cheeks and you were sure you turned red. You knew you couldn’t tell him why you weren’t actually sleeping.

You would never hear the end of it.

“It’s nothing.” You look away from him. He kicks you in the ankle again. “Stop doing that!”

“Tell me! Stop hiding from me!”

You rolled your eyes.

“I’m not hiding!...I just have been-…” You trail off and mumble under your breath a little.

“You have to speak up I didn’t understand what you said.” Tae held a hand to his ear jokingly.

“No because if I tell you, you won’t shut up about it.” You furrow your eyebrows and fold your arms over your chest.

“I promise I won’t do that. Now tell me!”

You didn’t believe him.

“I’ve been having… dreams.”

“Sexy dreams?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Sorry, continue.”

“I have been having dreams…” You pause for what felt like an eternity, “About Jungkook.”

Tae looked like he had to take a second to process before he took in what you had said. His eyes then went wide and excited almost like a child.

“You’re totally in love with him.” He smiled widely at you, you covered your face away from him.

“I’m not in love with him! I’m just confused by sexy feelings.”

“Awe so your coochie wants him?”

“Please never talk about my coochie again.” You give him a disgusted look and he laughs at you.

“Hey,” He took a little bit of a more serious tone, “Why didn’t you ever tell me what happened between you two?”

You let out a long sigh, you didn’t even have a good answer for this.

“I don’t know if I’m being honest.” You sat up straight on the couch and pulled your knees to your chest, “I think maybe I was embarrassed because it got so weird after that between me and Jungkook and we hadn’t even had the chance to talk about it. When we all hung out the other night was the first time we had even addressed it since it happened.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah… now that it’s all unpacked. So all the feelings I was supposed to process two years ago got to be put on display in front of all of our friends. So now I am just in a fog.”

“Have you and Jungkook talked since the other night?”

“We briefly talked after, it turns out all of this was just a big miscommunication.”

“So he regretted sleeping with you?”

“No the opposite actually, apparently he also wanted to talk about it after it happened but it was just like… a missed connection. We both got some wires crossed and thought that neither of us wanted to talk about it… so we didn’t.”

“That… sucks. So you two probably totally could have ended up getting together?”

“Maybe… I have no idea now.” You got up off the couch and you walked to the kitchen to get yourself some water. “I didn’t want to give you guys the explicit details of what happened that night but it felt like much more than just fucking each other.”

“How so?”

“It seemed like we were supposed to start something. It felt like the start of something.. because to be honest it was so intimate. It was much more making love than just a hook up.”

“That’s like kind of stupid cute if you ask me. Why don’t you go for it now? I’m surprised you didn’t. You both had confessed to each other that you had found each other attractive.” Tae shrugged and you chewed on your bottom lip.

“The thing is, is that I have no idea if that’s something he even would want.” You could feel yourself start to way over think this.

“Well have you asked him about it?”

“No.” You said in a mono tone voice.

“You’re an idiot.”

You roll your eyes at him, he was right though. You come back with your glass of water and sit back next to him on the couch.

“We have been texting though, just little things here and there.” You smile to yourself.

“That’s a good start.”

“That doesn’t mean he would want to be in a relationship with me.”

“I think you are putting a lot of pressure on yourself to make something happen. Just be casual and if it happens then it happens.” He pats you on the shoulder and he was right.

You sighed to yourself and you just tried to let it go for now. You just had been having a hard time getting it all out of your head. It was nice to finally have people know what happened so you could openly talk about how you felt about it all finally. You could imagine Jungkook probably wasn’t thinking about it all that hard. You just couldn’t stop thinking about him.

“Can I ask…” Tae leans into you like he’s telling you a secret, “Was he good?”

“If I tell you will you let it go?” You eye him and he nods and gives you a thumbs up. “If I had to be honest, it is probably the most electrified I’ve ever felt in my life.”

Tae dramatically sighed away from you and you smacked him in the shoulder.

“The most electrified? You’re telling me you didn’t go back to him screaming?”

“You’re so dramatic.”

“Well I’m glad you told me. Now I can come up with my devious plot to get you two together.” Tae gave you a devilish grin. You gave him a pointed look.

“Tae, seriously don’t meddle. Jungkook and I are just starting to like actually talk and I don’t want to mess it up.” You start to pick at your nails between your hands.

“Fine. I promise I won’t meddle.” He looked disappointed, “I will say, you two just randomly hooking up with each other is not something I ever saw coming.”

“How so?” Not to say you disagreed with him.

“I didn’t think you two hated each other but I didn’t think you even cared that the other existed. You two never really spoke, in all the time I’ve known you both.”

“It’s funny because it turned out we both had this secret mutual attraction to each other.” You smiled to yourself, recalling your conversation.

“Did he tell you that he was going to ask you out like way back in our sophomore year?”

“Yes actually. He said you said I didn’t seem like I was in the place for a relationship.” Which if you remember correctly was true, you were in the middle of some serious classes and you had just wanted to completely focus that year.

“Now I’m mentally cursing myself for not letting him go for it. I mean who knows what would have happened.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“If it had worked out it probably would have saved me a lot of heart break.” You cringed thinking about your relationships you had through college.

“Yeah, you dated some losers.” Tae poked you, you couldn’t say you disagreed.

You two just stayed there for a while and watched more movies, Tae really helped you think it all through, but you still weren’t sure what you wanted to do about Jungkook. It was nice to get it off your chest and talk about it.

//

You had found yourself out on Saturday. Once again, the whole crew once again head out to destroy the town. You had shown up a little late to the party, everyone had met up at a club, you had some work from home you had to finish up before you could meet up with everyone. The immediate air you were met with was human and sweaty from so many people dancing. Saturdays were usually busy but this was the busiest one you had seen here in a while.

Jin had texted you earlier and said that they had gotten a booth somewhere towards the back of the club, you dreaded the thought because it meant you were going to have to push your way through the dance floor to get to it.

The music in the middle of the room was much louder than the other areas, so much so you felt like you couldn’t hear yourself think. There were people packed wall to wall basically, the bar had people lined from end to end. You wouldn’t have thought it was some sort of specials night how many people were here. You still were just trying to push through people on each side of you.

You felt a hand rest on your shoulder behind you and your instincts immediately kicked in and you turned around to be face to face with Jimin.

“You made it!” He beamed at you with a huge smile on his face, he immediately pulled you into a hug. He smelled like he had already had a few drinks and possibly had been dancing for a while.

“I finally made it!” You yell back to him, “Where is everyone, I have been trying to push my way through.”

“I’ve got you!” Jimin takes your hand into his, “Jungkook come on!”

Jimin waved behind him, Jungkook had seemed to have gotten caught in a conversation with a blonde. He politely pulled himself away from her, when he made direct eye contact with you. He seemed to completely light up when seeing you. So did you.

You both had been talking more and more every day. You hadn’t seen him since the week before, so it was nice to finally hang out for the first time, not as strangers.

“Hi.” You smile at him. He makes his way over to you and Jimin.

“Hi.” He basically had to yell back to you, over the people around you that are cheering for the dj.

“We are heading back to the table!” Jimin pops up in between the both of you. Jimin still head a crushing grip on your hand.

Before you can get another word in, Jimin is dragging you through the crowd. You almost stumble over yourself. You look back to Jungkook and you reach a hand out to him to follow, he reaches and grabs your hand and also begins to get dragged along by Jimin.

He laces his fingers in between yours. Jungkook catches up behind you pretty quickly, he follows right behind you, not letting go of your hand.

You eventually come to a clearing off people but come to a few tables piled close to a booth. All of your friends piled around it.

“Look who’s here!” Jimin shouts to everyone. Tae immediately comes up from the table to come hug you.

You break your hold on Jungkook’s hand.

You were greeted by everyone variously. You were glad to see that everyone had seemed to make it out this time. It’s been a while since everyone was out at the bar together. It gets harder to go out as you all get busier. Being an adult is a total rip off.

You found yourself being pulled into sitting in the booth next to Tae and Yuna was sat on the other side of him.

“You both made it just in time for shots.” Tae bounced next to you. “All on me.”

“Both?” You raise an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah Jungkook just got here too.” Jimin said pulling up a chair at the end of the table. Jungkook was stood talking to Namjoon.

“You guys gotta catch up.” Yuna cheers.

A moment later a waiter comes by with a whole platter of shots ready for everyone. He distributes one to everyone. On a three count everyone downs them, having it be your first shot of the night it burns going down.

“Here mark it.” Tae gives you the pen that is in his shirt. You figured it was a good idea since you had no idea how much you were going to drink. You mark the one tik mark on your wrist.

A hand from next to you plucks it from you.

You look next to you that Jungkook had fallen into the place next to you. He took the pen and also made a mark on is wrist.

“Hey stranger.” He looks up to meet your gaze.

“You gonna try to out drink me tonight?” You eye him. He laughs a little.

“That’s not hard too do, you’re a light weight after all.” He teases. “Although I think Tae already has all of us beat.”

You glance over to Tae who you knew already had to at least been five in, sure enough when you check his wrist he has five little tick marks.

“You need to be careful friend.” You poke Tae’s arm and he waves you off.

“You’re not my mom!” He pouts, and you roll your eyes at him.

You turn back to see Jungkook was talking to Yoongi who was standing at the end of the booth, and feel Tae lean in next to you close to your ear.

“Yes Tae?” You give him a side eye and you can already see the smile on his face.

“You going to go for it tonight?” He tries to whisper but luckily is mostly drowned out by the music so nobody else heard.

“I’m not planning to do anything.” You push his face away from you and you laugh.

Some of the others began to break away to go dance. You were certainly not the best dancer but you did like it when you were only surrounded by your friends who also could not dance very well. You probably needed at least another drink in you before you could have to courage to head out there.

“I’m going to go get a drink.” You try to say loudly and you shoved Jungkook a little bit, He immediately lets you out of the booth. You trot your way over to the bar and you just order yourself a AMF, it had a lot of alcohol so you would be able to get some courage running through you to dance here soon.

After a minute the bar tender hands you the drink. You weren’t sure how many tik marks you were going to need to add to your wrist when you got back to the table. You turned around and leaned against the bar to glance back at your friends. Your eyes immediately fell on Jungkook who had been showing Tae something on his phone, and they both seemed pretty amused by it. You took a moment just to take in Jungkook.

He had some of his hair tied back into a ponytail, he had a black jean jacket just over a tee shirt and he had some baggy pants on. He still looked incredibly good. You had never taken in his style before, it was unique to him. Definitely made him seem like he was a emo kid when he was younger probably. You were also dressed in all black though so you could argue the same thing for yourself.

Cece and Sana bust their way out of the crowd and immediately come to where you are standing at the bar.

“Come dance with us!” Cece tries to drag you but you pull your hand away from her.

“Not yet, I would rather embarrass myself when I have finished this whole thing.” You had maybe drank a quarter already but it hadn’t hit your system just yet.

“Come on no one will even be looking at you!” Sana says, she leans over the bar to order something for herself. The bartender just hands her a shot of tequila. “Unless you’re waiting to dance with someone.”

Sana wiggles her eyebrows, and her eyes point to Jungkook, Cece giggles next to you.

“I am not waiting for anyone.” You say very directly, but you are trying to hold back a smile.

“Hey, at least you got to hit that. I’m jealous.” Cece leans an arm on you and you both almost lose your balance.

“Why don’t you go get him then?” You say, but it leaves a bad taste on your mouth sending your friend after him.

“One, I’m not here to get in your way. Two, he’s definitely not my type. I see what you like him though with the whole dark aesthetic thing going on.” She smiled at you, you liked how cool she was about it.

“I’m just here to hang out with my friends. I’m not looking for anything to happen.” You knew both of them were eyeing you but you kept your eyes to the ground.

“Well, if you do change your mind, I would do it soon.” Sana points back to the table, where you see someone had already come over to talk to Jungkook.

“You may have never noticed because you weren’t paying attention before probably, Jungkook is always that guy wherever we go.” Sana rolled her eyes and she had also acquired a shot from the bartender.

You thought about what she said and you guess you had never noticed it before.

“Lots of girls will come up and do the touching and the flirting etcetera. He’s a catch, and he’s charming if you hadn’t noticed.” Cece added, “He rarely ever goes for it though, I have only ever seen him actually dance with any of them a few times. If that helps.”

Cece winks at you but you shouldn’t let any of it bother you. He doesn’t owe anything to you not to flirt back or go dance with any of them.

“He’s a grown man, he can do what he wants.” You then felt yourself sucking nothing out of your straw from your drink. You hadn’t realized you had sucked the whole thing down. You were going to be fucked up faster than you had anticipated.

The girl who was with him had pulled herself up a chair, she was doing all the moves she could to elicit some physical contact with him. He seemed to be having a nice conversation with her though. He didn’t seem like he wanted to retreat from her. He was more than allowed to go dance with her if he wanted, she was very pretty. He seemed to make her laugh about something.

Before you had the chance to look away though, Jungkook caught your line of sight.

His eyes softened at the sight of you. He still had such lovely eyes. You turned your gaze down though. You set your drink down on the bar.

“You know what, I think I am ready to go dance.” You smiled.

“Yay!” Cece cheers and she takes your hand into yours and the three of you pile into the crowd in front of you.

You could tell the alcohol was starting to hit your system. So, you wouldn’t really have to think about what you looked like or danced like. Even though you knew you were terrible.

You seemed to dance for what felt like a long time. You didn’t bother to move around too much. Song after song you Cece and Sana would just mostly be jumping and screaming lyrics at the top of your lungs. Again it was mostly you just jumping around and the it all was feeling like a blur because of the lights and the fact you could barely hear yourself. You found yourself spinning in circles a lot, because it felt like you were just free.

Sana had eventually gotten Namjoon and he joined us in our little dance circle. He was just vey large and didn’t know how to move his body very well but he made it a very enjoyable time. You had also spotted Tae and Jimin dancing with people here and there but they had been doing there own things.

You were quite buzzed but not drunk for sure. Everything just felt jiggy and good and you felt a little invincible.

Eventually everyone needed a little break and so the three of you giggled your way our of the crowd with Namjoon following in toe behind the three of you. You were all stumbling a little but you were able to get yourself back on your feet okay. You figured it might be a good time to sit down and rest. Once you had cleared your way back to the table you found Yoongi and Yuna at the booth alone.

“Where did everyone else go?” You huffed as you plopped yourself down.

“Mostly everyone is on the dance floor now. Jungkook is getting me a drink. Some guy has been creeping on me so I didn’t feel good going up.” Yuna said.

Cece slid in on the other side of the booth of her, and Namjoon and Sana took the seats on the end of the table.

“Wow what a gentlemen.” Cece teased wiggling her eyebrows at you.

You glanced over to the bar to see the back of Jungkook’s body faced away from the table. You were having a hard time focusing so you had to lay your head down on the table. Everything was sideways now. Still, you could see that once again some other girl seemed to be chatting with him again, completely different girl from earlier. You sighed heavily and Yoongi took notice.

“What are you huffing about?” he bumped your shoulder. You groaned at the sudden movement.

“Do you think he likes that type of girl?” You stared down at the table.

“If you are talking about Jungkook, than no. He just gets hit on a lot.” Yoongi patted you on the back, “What? Worried your fuck buddy is going to get snatched up from under you?”

“He’s my one time fuck buddy.”

“We’ll see.”

You weakly punched him in the shoulder. You don’t get why everyone was so set on you and Jungkook all of the sudden. You knew they liked to tease you but you felt like everyone was in on something you didn’t know about.

Jungkook than seemed to brush off the girl he was talking too and he walked himself back but his hands were balancing a few drinks. He had such large hands.

You shouldn’t be thinking about his hands.

“Okay, here is your drink Yuna.” He pushed a brightly colored drink in her direction, “Than here are three waters for the party animals.”

“Where is my water?” Namjoon pouted at him.

“You haven’t had anything to drink. I’m not too worried about you right now.” Jungkook pushed a water over to Cece and Sana and then put one right in your face. The side of the cup made him looked all warped and you giggled.

Jungkook caught on to what you could see and he made a funny face, which just looked worse in the glass and you laughed a little. You then felt his hand come up on your back and it made you flinch and sit up straight.

“Are you okay?” He asked, he had a little worry in his eyes. His hand had retreated away.

“N-nothing. You just scared me is all.” You smiled, and his eyes softened. You hadn’t expected him to try to comfort you.

“You should drink some of the water. It’ll help.”

“Water bad. Table against brain, good.” You laid your head back down onto the table again. You wanted to have another drink but considering how many shots were in your AMF you should probably wait a little.

He pushed some hair away that had fallen over your eyes. His eyes were completely locked on you. His hand moved to rub your back and you didn’t protest this time. It felt nice, his hand was warm. You could have almost felt yourself almost begin to fall asleep. You decided to fight the feeling though because you hadn’t even been out that long to feel tired. You sat up enough to take a sip of the water to help fight the feeling. Jungkook’s hand didn’t leave your back. Just rubbing it in light circles.

“Why haven’t you come to dance yet?” You turned to look at him.

“Do you want me too?” He raised an eyebrow to you.

“Yeah, it’s fun! I think you would like it.” You give him a soft smile, you really would like to dance with him. It didn’t have to be bumping for grinding or anything, you just wanted to have a good time with him.

“Here, finish the water first and I’ll come dance. Deal?” He held his other hand to you to shake, you lazily took it and shook it.

“You got a deal, oh I can’t wait to see your dance moves.” You give him a cheeky smile. You took the glass of water and you drank it down pretty quickly. Which cooled you down a ton. You were sure you didn’t smell good, which wasn’t something you were totally keen for Jungkook to experience from you.

“Alright I drank my water. Dance time mister.” You poke him in the chest.

He laughed at you and he got out of the booth and held a hand out for you to help you out. You almost don’t let go of his hand but he pulls it away so he can take his jacket off. He didn’t want to keep it on since it was going to get hot. You give him a wide smile and hold your hand out to him again. He clasped your hand in his, and you began to drag him to the middle of the floor. You had pushed past quite a few people but you made it to a clear spot.

You hadn’t felt it before but your heart was pounding against your chest. You felt like your entire body had been set on fire. You had your hand sit wrapped around Jungkook’s but you hadn’t turned back around to look at him.

You just decided to not think. Don’t put pressure on it.

You turned around and found yourself basically pressed against Jungkook. You gulp hard, don’t think. You basically just went back to what you had been doing before, just yelling the lyrics at the top of your lungs and just jumping around. You took both of Jungkooks hands in yours.

He was completely mesmerized by you, just completely letting go.

He couldn’t help but laugh at you because you would forget some lyrics here and there and mumble though it but at the top of your lungs. You just waved interlocked hands around, you were a little nervous to get closer. Jungkook then took one of your hands and pulled you into him. You lost your breath a little bit.

His eyes had that starry look in them.

You wrapped both of your arms around his neck. You felt both of his hands press into your lower back, closing any space between the both of you. Jungkook took a little control back and sway you both to the music. It felt nice being so close to him. It could have just been the alcohol but you felt your body completely mold to his. Jungkook had moved his head and completely bared it in your neck, it was a little ticklish so you let out a laugh, but he didn’t let you move away from him.

One of your hands had found its way into his hair, you mostly were just feeling it between your fingers. It was soft and you, without even have thought about it, had tugged on it a little. Jungkook lifted his head to meet your gaze, he had a confused expression. He didn’t pull away from you at all.

“Did you just pull my hair?”

You were embarrassed.

“No. Maybe.” You smiled, “Maybe a little.”

You giggled a little bit, completely out of embarrassment.

“I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.” You sputter a little bit, Jungkook leaned back down to you, his lips brushing against your cheek.

“I liked it.” He said lowly.

You felt his hands grip on your hips, this made you yelp a little but it was certainly drowned out by the music. His lips grazing against your skin slightly. You send a wave of heat through you. He spun you around so that your back was pressed against him. You both were just swaying with the music and your ass was pressed up against his crotch. You could feel his bulge pressed up against you. He didn’t seem like he was trying to hide it.

Flashes from the night you two were together enter your mind, how he had you in a position where he pounded you from behind. The thought of it was making you act up a little, and having Jungkook’s hands all over you again wasn’t helping.

“Getting a little excited are we?” Jungkook says right into you. You smile to yourself, you were glad it was dark because he can’t see you turn red.

“I could say the same about you.” You say, and he hums into the skin on your neck.

“What do you need?” He pressed a kiss to the skin on your neck and it sends a shiver through you. He leaves a few more kiss down your neck.

“God I don’t know.” You stutter. You feel one of his hands find the skin just under your shirt. He didn’t go any further.

You wanted him. You wanted to experience every little bit of him again. You didn’t want to pass up the opportunity again.

“I won’t do anything you don’t want.”

“It’s difficult to say what I won’t let you do right now.” You giggle a little, you feel him smile against your skin. “I’m surprised you even are paying attention to me with all those beautiful women hanging off you earlier.”

“I didn’t want any of them.” He then used his leverage on your hips to spin you around to face him. “I want you.”

“You’re drunk.” You don’t look at him directly. He takes your chin in his hand and he gently turns your head so your eyes meet.

“Don’t think I didn’t catch you staring earlier.”

“I wasn’t staring.” You roll your eyes.

“What were you doing then?” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Admiring the lighting.” You sounded completely unbelievable.

“Mhm, well I’ll say I shamelessly was staring at you.” He gave you a soft smile.

Both of your faces had gotten incredibly close now. You were looking between his lips and his eyes. It felt like you were both unsure whether this was the right move. You lean forward a bit and you only brush lips slightly but didn’t kiss. Jungkook does the same in hesitation, but you feel this rush through you and you press your lips against his.

Jungkook’s hands completely press you into him and you place your hands on both sides of his face. Neither take a moment to brake away for air just completely wrapping yourself up in each other. You find yourself smiling through it. You were completely wrapped up in the smell of his cologne. He was intoxicating, everything was feeling even more fuzzy and warm as you were just wrapped up in him.

He breaks away from you for a second. Just to get some air. You both were heavily breathing each other in.

“Y/N!” You hear a voice from behind you. You break your self away from Jungkook to turn to see who it was.

You found yourself met with Tae and Jimin who were walking towards you. You hadn’t seen both of them in a while.

“Hi!” You straighten yourself up, “Where have you guys been all night!”

“Dancing! We were up by the Dj!” Jimin was basically screaming in your face. It made you laugh, because you figured he probably couldn’t hear a thing.

“We were just heading back to the table!” Tae was also basically screaming in your face, you laughed.

“Jungkook!” Jimin screamed and jumped to hug him behind you.

“What were yall doing!” Taehying scared you out of your skin.

“We were uh-…” You felt your cheeks turn red. “We were just dancing.”

Tae didn’t believe you for a second, smirked at you. Then he grabbed Jimins arm pulling him away from Jungkook. “Come on! Let’s go get some water!” Tae gives you a knowing look and you couldn’t help but face palm. “You two have fun!”

Jungkook turns back to you.

“You want to go back with them?” He asks, he takes your hand in his.

“Sure.” You smile at him.

You both start to work your way back through the crowds of people, before you make it back to your table where Jimin and Tae had already grabbed some chairs. Most of the others were back now too, mostly all taking breaks to let their feet rest. You and Jungkook stood at the end of the booth. He had himself placed behind you, so everyone didn’t have to see you both were still holding hands. He had also been running his hand up and down your back.

The night continued on with some more drinks. You had had a few more and so did Jungkook. You had gotten to dance with Tae and Jimin as well. It was nice to just party around with them. You all eventually had all been dancing together and had your friends own little dance party in the middle of the club.

Jungkook stayed with you the whole time, he would steal touches and a kiss or two every so often from you. He was leaving you completely breathless. It all ended a little too soon though, the club slowly came to a close and everyone was kicked out. Everyone slowly piled out the door and into the streets.

“I’m not ready to be done!” Yuna whined and she was hanging off of yoongi’s shoulder.

“Bitch you’re wasted, you need to go home.” Hoseok scolded her, and picked up her other shoulder so Yoongi and him were both basically carrying her.

“Do you guys need help getting her home?” Jungkook asked the two of them, but they waved him off.

Yoongi had only one drink so he was fine to get both of them home.

“I brought my car so if anyone needs a ride, come with me now.” He announced to everyone. Jin and Cece had taken him up on that and they followed them down the street.

“Get home safe!” You yell to them.

You weren’t in the best shape either. All the alcohol had caught up with you hard, Jungkook was the only thing keeping you standing up. You were also uncontrollably giggling.

Tae and Jimin had ordered and uber but they were heading to the other side of town with Namjoon and Sana.

“Hey are you two okay to get home?” Namjoon asked but you weren’t even sure if that is what he actually said.

“Yeah I got us. I have an uber on the way.” Oh yeah you had forgotten you had given Jungkook your address. He was just going to get you back to your place.

You watch as they all pile into the car and give you waves and shouts goodbye. You blew them all a kiss goodbye with a giggle. Jungkook was just holding onto you, making sure you don’t accidentally trip over yourself. You just leaned into him, it was rather cold outside so having the heat of his body on your back was nice. Now that you were both alone you wrap both of his hands up in yours.

You glance up to him.

“Hi.” He smiles down at you.

“I’m very drunk.” You cough a little bit.

“Yes you are, but we are going to get you home.” He starts to push you towards a car that just pulled up.

He opens the door for you and gets you settled in the car. It wasn’t too long of a drive before you had arrived at your place. It wasn’t easy but you got yourselves up the stairs okay. You were mostly laughing and your ticklishness had become heightened to anytime Jungkook went to help keep you on your feet you would just begin laughing.

He had managed to wrestle your keys from you so he could get the door open for you.

He was completely amused by you but it was going to be good to get you to bed.

“Alright here we are.” You stumble past him and raise your arms up in the air to stretch properly.

“Welcome to my house!” You weakly smile at him. He laughs at you. You really hoped you hadn’t left any crap around but you couldn’t remember.

“Thank you, but I have been here before.” He places his hands on your shoulders to start walking to your room.

“No you haven’t” You try remembering when he ever could have been at your house before.

“You hosted new years last year when you moved in.”

It came flooding back.

“Oh yeah, you have been here before.” You open the door to your bedroom, and glory in the sight of your bed. You also thanked yourself that you had actually made it that morning.

You slowly trudged over to it and fell face first into it. Almost immediately you could feel sleep running over you. Jungkook noticed but you still had your shoes and coat all on.

“Hold on.” He sits you up, and you groan at him. “You need to get out of your clothes first. You’ll be way more comfortable.”

“I’m so tired though.” You pout, and he kneels down in front of you and he helps you take off your boots. He doesn’t say anything and he just helps you. Tossing your shoes to the side of the room.

You unzip your jacket and throw it down on the ground. When he gets your other boot off he was about to stand up with you stop him when you place one of your hands on his cheeks. He was really nice to look at. You move his hair back away from his face. At some point he had taken his hair out of the ponytail. You smiled at him and you pulled his face into yours, you place a soft kiss to his lips and he reciprocates it. He had his hands placed on your thighs. Every touch was warm and he was so gentle with you.

He pulls away from you.

“Get changed. I’ll get you some water.”

He gets to his feet and he leaves your room closing the door behind him.

//

You decided it would have done you better to take a shower. It actually wasn’t too late when you had gotten home, so getting all of the club stink off of you would help. It also helped to sober you up quite a bit. You mostly just rinsed off and didn’t wash your hair. You got yourself changed into some sweatpants and a sweater.

You opened your door to find Jungkook just standing in your kitchen. He was leaned against the counter. He had taken his jacket off, and he was messing around on his phone. In front of him were two glasses of water, one you assumed was his and another that had an aspirin bottle next to it.

“Oh my god you are still here.” You whisper shout at him, even though you had no reason too.

“Yeah, I promised Tae that I would make sure you were alright.” He stood up straight looking at you.

“You didn’t have to stay though.” You walk over to him and you take the glass from in front of him and take two aspirin.

“It’s okay. It doesn’t bother me.” He takes a step closer to you.

“Hey if anything earlier wasn’t okay-…” You start but he immediately picks up on what you’re going to say and cuts you off.

“Don’t even. I wanted it too.” He used a serious tone. “Besides, it’s kind of sexy that you were a little jealous.”

“I was not.” You smack him in the shoulder and take a sip of your water.

“Hey, it’s alright. I know I’m irresistible.” He smirks. You couldn’t stand this man.

“Glad to see you’re at least self aware.”

You sit in silence for a bit and he looks back to his phone. You catch yourself staring at him again, you had been observing all of his tattoos that ran up his arm, he had gotten more of the years, his arm was basically full now.

You had to tear your eyes away before it could wander too far. You thought about what he had said earlier, and what Cece said. He really could have anyone or have gotten any person at the club earlier if he really wanted too.

He really was breathtaking.

“What’s going on in there?” He poked your forehead and you brushed his hands away. You guess he had noticed you in thought.

“Just thinking of ways to kick you out,” You turn your back to him, “I think a kick in the ass is my best course of action.”

“Rude, don’t hurt my ass like that.”

“You’re lucky it’s cute, so I might spare you.”

You grab your glass of water and were about to walk back to your room. Before you turn around to look at him, he really didn’t need to stay. It wasn’t terribly late but you wanted to make sure he was also good to make it home.

“Seriously. I’m good now. You don’t have to stay.” You reassure him, “If you need, you can crash on my couch if you don’t feel like heading home.”

“I might actually do that.”

“Yes please.” You go into your room and you take a pillow from off of your bed. You walk back out and you place it on the couch. “Take the couch, or you can have my bed.”

“I’m not taking your bed Y/N. The couch is great.” He comes over to you and he takes your arm into his hand.

His hand slowly trailed down your arm to your hand. You watch his movements and he took your hand into his. It felt nice, his hands were soft and so large compared to yours. Your skin also tingled under his touch. You just let your hands swing together. He then leaned down and he pressed a kiss to your cheek, and your cheeks flushed red. He then placed another kiss to where your jaw met your neck, and then slowly down your neck. You sucked in a sharp breath. His other hand reached around your waist and pulled you into him. You let your self just fall into him. You wrapped you other arm around his back.

“Jungkook.” You breathe out. He had begun to suck on a spot you enjoyed. You felt like your knees were going to collapse under yourself.

“Yes darling?” He stopped himself and his breath fanned on your neck.

“I-…” You pause, oh you wanted him bad. “I need you.”

That was all he needed to lift you off of your feet, he grabs underneath your thighs and lifts you up. You laugh a little wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Thank god.” He whispers, before he walks you to your bed and you fall down together on it.

He immediately presses his lips to yours and you pull so he is laying completely on you. You had completely trapped him and he wanted every part of you. You break away from him for a minute and you pull his shirt above his head. He also helped you pull up yours off of your head and immediately reattached his lips to yours.

It felt exactly like it had before, he felt he was kissing you as if he would never get to again. You couldn’t get enough of each other. You could already tell he was hard through his pants. You also were already wet from him barely touching you, since your underwear was stuck to you.

Jungkook pulls away from you to kiss down your neck and then down the front of your body. He pulls your pants down your legs quickly, tossing them to the side. Before he came back up to be eye line with you. His eyes were dark as he looked down at you, taking you all in once again.

His hand teased you running along the edge of your underwear. It was agonizing, you couldn’t take it so you reach your hand to relieve yourself of some tension. He immediately stops your hand and pins it down next to you has he holds himself above you.

“That’s my job,” He brushes his lips against yours. You whine.

“Please, I need it.” You wanted to him to just fuck you already.

“Oh yeah?” He smirks at you, as he dips his hand down into you underwear to start rubbing you, “Where do you need me?”

You close your eyes and just enjoy his touch, you were already soaked. You moan as he teases two of his fingers at your entrance.

“Do you need me right here?” He leans into your ear and leaves a small bite to you skin.

“Yes.” You moan shamelessly, your hips were wiggling out of your control to feel him.

He presses two fingers into you and already begins to pump them in and out of you. He kisses you and you couldn’t help but moan into his mouth. You had your hands digging into his back. He used his thumb to rub you while his fingers worked there way into and out of you.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” You break your kiss and you are barely whispering.

“I’ve been thinking about you too.” He hums, “It’s been driving me crazy. It was so hard to resist you when I first saw you tonight.”

“Yeah?” You open your eyes to find he had already been staring at you.

“I wanted you. You looked so good.” His breathing was heavy, “I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”

“I couldn’t either.” You breath hitches in your throat when he adds another finger into you. He just enjoys the sight of you taking pleasure in his touch.

“When your ass was pressed against me, it took everything in me not to take your right there.” His lips brushed against yours again but before you could actually kiss him he pulled away, teasing you.

“I need my mouth for something else.” He kisses you quickly before you feel his fingers leave you, and you whimper.

Jungkook is just standing at the end of the bed and you look up to him and hes sucking off his fingers. It was something you had seen before but it just got you even more wound up.

“I forgot how good you taste.” He says before he lowers himself to his knees pulling your underwear off your legs, and presses his tongue against you.

You felt like you barely got a breath in as his mouth went to work on you. You still craved more from him. You wanted to be filled up with him already. The dreams you had been having about him were making you more frustrated throughout the week. You admitted had to relieve yourself after one of them but it wasn’t the same.

“Jungkook..” you moan.

He doesn’t break away from you and he just hums against your core. He starts to use his hands to help bring you closer. He wanted to eat you out through your orgasm. He looked up at you and seeing your head completely thrown back in pleasure made him just want to shove himself in you right now.

You reached your hands down and gripped onto the back of his head, tugging on his hair which made him groan into you. You were a complete mess and small moans kept leaving your mouth under his touch. His tongue was completely buried into you and one of his hands was rubbing your clit. The sound of him was completely explicit and wet. He was completely devouring you. His tongue kept flicking you right in the right spot and you could feel your orgasm rising quickly.

“I’m-I’m going to cum.” You moan, you were starting to become over stimulated but Jungkook didn’t let up for a second.

He didn’t break away from you as your orgasm completely rolled over you and Jungkook lived in it as he tasted you come all over his mouth. Continued to eat you out through your orgasm, completely cleaning you up before he pulled himself away. You were completely elated.

He stood back to his feet as you sat up on your elbows to look up to him. He placed both of his arms on either side of you before kissing you. You could taste yourself on his mouth and you let out a sigh as his tongue dipped into your mouth.

“How was that?” He pulled back from you and you were a little bit speechless.

“Really fucking good.” You weren’t done with him yet. You also stood to your feet. Your bodies were pressed against each other. You pull his face down to yours but not to kiss him, you leave kisses down his neck.

“God you’re so lovely,” His hand reaches down behind you and he holds onto your ass and pulls your hips into him, his bulge pressing into you.

“What can I do for you?” You ask almost shyly. He picks up on that, he spins you around and presses your ass into him.

“Let me burry myself in you.” He groans, he was ready to completely lose himself in you. He reaches his hand round in front of you to rub you a little bit more again.

You whimper from the overstimulation but it still felt so good.

“I want-“ Your breath catches in your throat, “I want to do something for you though.”

“Just being inside you will be enough. I want to make you feel good. Over..” he whispers and pushes you into him more. “And over again.”

You feel him step back from you and you hear him pull what was both his pants and his boxers off. He wraps both of his arms around you again you feel his dick fully pressed against your ass. Jungkook buries his face into your neck as his hands run all over you again. You turn around and pull him in to kiss you. You grab his length in between you two and you pump it a few times. He groans into your mouth, letting you know that he enjoys it.

You rub over his tip which already had some precum on it. You pump him a few more times before you stop. You wanted to suck him off but you needed him in your so badly.

“I want to sit on you.” His eyes open to meet yours. It felt embarrassing to say but he placed himself on the end of the bed. He didn’t say anything just stared at you with full lust in his eyes.

“Is this okay?” You didn’t want to do anything that wasn’t comfortable for him.

“More than okay.” He wraps your hand in his. He pulls you so you are standing between his legs which are spread open. “I’ve thought about you on top of me many times before.”

You raise an eyebrow at him.

“Oh yeah?” You smiled and placed both of your hands on the back of his neck.

“Getting to have you on top of me is a privilege.” His hands are on your hips and you can tell he is eager for you. You smiled and your press your lips to his and find your tongues way into his mouth. He smiles against you. Before you pull away and bite on his lower lips a little.

He responds with a low moan.

“You’re going to be the end of me.” His eyes lower looking at you.

“Do you have a condom?”

“Shit.” He thinks about it and he hadn’t brought one with him, “I don’t. If I am being honest I had no idea I would need it.”

“You’re fine. I’m on birth control so I’m not worried.” You climb on top of him. His dick pressed against his stomach when you place where your knees want them to be.

“Are you sure?” He wants to make sure you’re positive.

“Yes.” You grab him and you give him a few pumps and his head falls back in ecstasy. You lift your self up a little bit and you positioned him at your entrance. Jungkooks hands found their way to your ass and was gripping you tight.

His eyes were closed in anticipation. You run your other hand through his hair.

“Open your eyes for me.” You whisper.

He complies and as soon as he does you lower yourself down on his length. You mouth falling open in a moan as he stretches you out. You press your forehead against his as you completely take his length in your pussy. He lets out a groan and he squeezed your ass in his hands. Your legs were tense for a moment.

“God I missed this.” He whispers. He moves your hips a little bit for you which makes you gasp.

“Jungkook..” You moan as you lift yourself on him and then allow yourself to fall back down on his length fully and you both moan into each other. He was filling you all the way up to your cervix. You were completely stretched out.

His dick was so warm and twitched inside of you which made you want to scream. It felt so good. Having your skin touching each other. You began moving yourself up and down faster on him and small yelps left your mouth each time. He helped you a little bit moving your ass in just the right way down on top of him. Your head fell onto his shoulder as you were bouncing on top of him.

You couldn’t believe how good he felt inside of you and how easy it was so slide on and off of him. Jungkooks head was completely fall back and his mouth was open and he was breathing heavily at the feeling. He was coming to his climax fast so he slowed you down. Which drove you crazy, the slow feeling of him slipping in and out of you, he would have you completely come off of him and then come back down onto him.

“God, it’s so good.” You moan. Your knees were starting to give up on you but you were enjoying this feeling way too much to leave this position.

“Look at you take me so well.” He groans into your skin.

“Only for you.” You breathe and suddenly he rocks his hips up into you, making you let go of a little scream.

“Oh ho ho,” He chuckles into your ear, “You like that?”

He rocks back up into you again and you moaned, trying to bite down on your lip to hold yourself back.

“Come on, you can scream for me baby.” He grips onto your ass and lifts you off him a little before forcing you back down.

“Jungkook.” You moan, “Pull my hair.”

One of his hands slowly traces up your back slowly before you feel him grip your hair and pull your head back. This causes you to clench around him. You always like it a little rough.

Jungkook places a few kisses up your neck, you could tell he was smiling against your skin.

“You like it when I’m rough with you?” He has a smirk on his face looking at you. All you can manage is a nod but that’s not enough. “You were so eager to use your voice before, I need to hear it now baby.”

“Yes.” You stutter. Your hands were digging into his shoulders. You start to pick up the pace up on top of him once again. His head was twitching inside of you, he was getting close.

“God you feel so amazing.” His words came out a little sloppy, he tries to slow you down because he wants you to hit your climax again. He was hitting you right on your g spot. Every few thrusts he would thrust up into you. He was trying to do what he could to keep his high back.

“I can’t get enough Jungkook. I need more of this.” You stare into his eyes, and he knows what you mean. “I need you.”

“You have all of me.” He kisses you. He just drinks you in for a moment. You were obsessed with having him like this. Underneath you but he was still very much in control.

“You have me too.” You were getting sloppier on top of him, just as you feel your orgasm hit you. You completely come apart on top of him and he takes this opportunity to thrust up into you.

“Use me.” He moaned, “Use me for your high.” He was close himself. Feeling you clenching around him was bringing him to his edge. He wanted you to use every part of him. He was yours.

You keep bouncing yourself on top of him, your high had stopped and you weren’t completely fucked out but you didn’t want to steal him of a good orgasm. You picked up your pace, you feel his head twitch in you.

“Where do you want me too..?” He can barely get his words out.

“Just cum inside of me.” You moan into his ear.

Before he could say anything he completely blew himself up all inside of you. His seed completely filled you up and it felt amazing. You slowly continued riding him through it before he stopped you completely. Dripping down himself.

You look down to see the mess that was between you and smiled. You knew you were going to be sore from being in this position so long but it felt so good. You slowly pull yourself off of him and you both groan from the stimulation. Jungkook falls onto his back on your bed and you walk over to your bathroom to clean yourself up a bit.

After you did what you needed to do, you came back into your room and Jungkook had moved himself up on your bed and he had put his boxers back on. He beamed seeing you come back into the room.

“Come here you.” He got off the bed to come over to you, he immediately enveloped you in a kiss.

He had wrapped both of his arms around you and you wrapped your arms around his neck. You didn’t want to let him go for a second. You kept him as close to you as you could. He pulls away from you and kisses all over your face. They were small little delicate kisses and they made you laugh a little.

“Here let me put my clothes back on.” You push away from him but he doesn’t let go of your hand. “Jungkook!”

He just gives you a wide smile before he lets go of your hand. You quickly put the same sweat pants back on but you find yourself a tank top to put on instead. Once your are fully dressed. You turned around to see he has laid back down in your bed, he’s just smiling at you.

“What?” You look away from him.

“You’re gorgeous.” He was serious.

You slowly climb into your bed next to him and flop yourself down, but before you can do anything Jungkook pulls you into him and places a kiss to your shoulder. You wrap both of his hands into yours.

“Alright,” You start, “We should probably talk about this, this time.”

Jungkook laughs a little.

“Okay. What do you want then?”

“Well I don’t know.” You turn around and look at him. “Because like maybe we should go on like a date or something.”

“Well do you even want too?” He asks seriously, it wasn’t something you had asked yourself whether you just wanted to get your metaphorical dick wet or if you actually wanted something real.

“Well I’m quite sure I do. Do you want to even go on a date with me?” You chewed on your bottom lip.

“Nah you’re not weird enough for me.” He teased you and you shoved him.

“Stop! I’m being serious.”

“I would like nothing more than to actually take you on a date. A real date.” He moves some hair away from your eyes and leave his hand resting on your cheek. “Though I think we have already skipped a few steps in the relationship department.”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t want to still be romanced like anyone else.” You smile to yourself.

“Oh yeah? Romanced?” He pokes you and you laugh.

“Yeah! What’s wrong with that?” You pout.

“Nothing at all,” He leans in and he kisses you, “If that is the trade for getting to be with you like this than I would do all the stupid cheesy shit.”

You couldn't help the smile playing on your lips, it was kind of cute of him to say.

“Shut up.” You cover your face. He pulls your hands away and kisses you again.

[erwinsvow]

𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐚𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬

a/n: hey everyone! hope you enjoy these college headcanons! part two can be found here! warning for nsfw in jean's, and mentions of alcohol/partying throughout!

jean kirstein

jean shows up to college thinking it’s gonna be high school part two, and quickly gets put in his place

his old antics (for both school and girls) won’t fly anymore, so he tries his hardest at both

i personally see jean as not the smartest, most gifted kid (in college!) but definitely one of the hardest workers

this man comes in pre-law and changes to sports management real quick

he definitely plays some kind of club sport, lacrosse or basketball or maybe even both and he is way too into it

like club lacrosse is his life.

he 100% has eyes for cheerleaders, because he loves idea of someone rooting for him, and if you are one, then it’s instantaneous

he notices you at one of his games, giving a shove to conny and asking if he knew who you were

which is met with “what do i look like, a phone book?”

he builds up the courage to ask you out eventually, to which of course you agree, and it’s pretty much a happy ending after that

makes for a lot of sweaty, post-match sex, with him still in his jersey and you in your uniform hiked up

reiner braun

frat bro reiner is a business major with a focus on finance

reiner is the guy who dedicates 100% of his time to school during the weekdays, and the weekends are for the bros

he’s the first in the library, last to leave lecture because he stayed behind to get clarifications, and pretty much aces everything

halloweekend, he decides to drag annie and bertholdt to a party, because they are in desperate need of letting loose

probably dressed up as something mildly douche-y that didn’t require a lot of thought: a foot ball player jersey with eye black improvised by annie

he is a heavy-weight if you’ve ever seen one, probably on his fifth cup of cheap beer and not even slightly buzzed

annie and bertholdt are sloshed, so he keeps one eye on them to make sure they’re alright

you, on the other hand, are serving as designated-driver for the night and sipping on soda

i think any kind of sweet, innocent costume (angel, fairy, woodland creature) would get his attention immediately

he goes over to you to try to make conversation, and finds himself stumbling over his words even though he just swore he wasn’t tipsy yet

but you find it cute, and given how you have seen him before around campus, studying all the damn time, you’re pleasantly surprised to find a sweet, interesting guy making conversation with you at a halloween party

eventually, your friends take off with their hook-ups, and reiner is left behind alone too after making sure everyone had a safe ride home

with no one left besides you two and his passed out friends, you offer him and his roommates a ride back to his dorm

after dropping annie off, you arrive at the dorm and help lug a blacked-out bertholdt to their room

you say goodnight and as you leave, feeling bold, you leave your number on the whiteboard hanging on their door

so that then turns into coffee-and-studying dates, and eventually a relationship before too long

armin arlert

i think we all know what armin is like in college: marine biology major and history minor

this is an effortless genius, so unlike reiner, he doesn’t have to spend all his time studying

i think armin would be the kind of guy who has school and life figured out, and he slowly realizes a healthy relationship is the one thing missing from his life

there’s honestly plenty of people who want to date him, if he had ever cared to return any of their gazes

i honestly see him being oblivious, so when a fellow classmate asks if he wants to study together, he goes “oh, sorry, i wasn’t really planning on studying, but maybe eren wants a study-buddy, i’ll let him know for you!” instead of realizing that was someone flirting

so it’s the same for you

you’re taking the marine sci class as a last resort, everything else was completely filled up, and you just had to get out of that physics class

but all this talk about oceans and sea-creatures is even worse, somehow. to put it short, you’re struggling, and armin is the kid who raises his hand at every question without so much as jotting down a note during lecture

you know mikasa through a friend-of-a-friend type situation, and ask her if armin would be willing to tutor you sometime

doesn’t matter that part of the reason you’re doing so poorly is because you’re staring at the back of his head most of class

armin and you get together to study on a saturday evening, and what began as a recap on the history of the ocean quickly turns into laughing, talking, and then “you wanna go grab something to eat?”

for someone so smart, he’s really dense

he thinks you’re being friendly and doesn’t want to assume you’re thinking this is a ‘date’ even though you’re internally screaming

it takes you leaning in for a kiss after he’s walked you back to your dorm for it to click

needless to say, he wasn’t quite so oblivious after that

eren yeager

eren was determined to get into the same college as armin and mikasa

my man is undecided, and then sociology after he’s forced to pick

not exactly a fuckboy, not exactly a stoner, just somewhere in between

procrastinates doing work and submits every thing a day late, even though he probably would have gotten full marks if it was on time

him and mikasa decide to take a marine bio class with armin, and he ends up falling asleep during lecture

i don’t see him going for a goody-two shoes type that wants to reform him, because he just wouldn’t want to deal with that

it’s not a toxic relationship, but pretty close to one

on again, off again ever since the two of you met in a dingy frat basement, absolutely hammered, and hooked up

this boy does not want to admit that he’s caught feelings, but eventually it comes to that because he is very much the jealous type

catches you engaging in polite conversation with reiner and he is seeing white in seconds

he realizes he has to make you his

marco bott

the most wholesome nursing major with a minor in english because he is a sucker for lit

i don’t think there is any shortage of girls who want to be with marco, just given how sweet and genuine he is

that being said, i feel like the few time he’s wanted to pursue a relationship with someone, they haven’t reciprocated/just saw him as a friend

which isn’t the easiest thing to deal with, but because he’s a mature angel, he doesn’t hold that against anyone

instead, he kind of succumbs to this false idea that people want to be his friend, and not his girlfriend, which he’s a little insecure about

that’s why i think you and marco would have idiot best friends to lovers, featuring everyone around you knowing how head over heels you both are except the two of you

you two meet in a particularly challenging class, and not recognizing anyone, you both turn to the friendliest face in the room to make study-buddies with

over a whole semester of late-night cramming (and talking), scribbling smiley faces on flashcards, and good luck texts before the exam, you realize how much you’re gonna miss constantly hanging out with marco

and on his end, he’s complaining to jean about how after the final, you two won’t have any reason to keep talking

“so ask her out then, you idiot”

“she probably doesn’t think of me like that…”

“are you blind?” jean says, with a roll of his eyes

after the class has ended and you’re both headed back home for winter break, you work up the nerve to text marco one last time

“let me know if you ever need help studying for another class :)”

you have no idea that he’s over the moon, and that finally brings an end to your friendship, and starts your relationship

bertholdt hoover

mister bertholdt is structural design and architecture major

there’s basically six of those total in your entire college, so he definitely gets a bit isolated/lonely sometimes

he basically came to college with reiner & annie, and figured he didn’t really need more friends than that

so when they’re busy, he’s just by himself

annie definitely makes fun of him for not spreading his wings and flying out of the metaphorical nest, but he’s comfortable with how it is

not a huge fan of the party scene, and prefers a quiet night of studying

i feel like you and him would be the last two studying in the library most nights, and sometimes walk out together after the librarian reminds you both the building is closing

so, when reiner and annie drag him to a party one weekend, he’s shocked to see you there too with outgoing friends of your own

he’s used to seeing you in the bright fluorescent lighting of the library, so this dim, hazy room after the shots have already gone to his head is hard to take in

you two eventually end up talking after your friends push you towards him

“funny seeing you here.” “i could say the same to you.”

he already has a crush (you do too, but he doesn’t want to accept that) so the alcohol inhibits his usual caution

a little bit of dancing, a lot of sitting on the pavement outside while looking at the moon, stars, and each other, topped off with a first-kiss starts your relationship

levi ackerman

teaching assistant levi is a staple of your college

almost infamous, really

you count your lucky blessings that he’s still a year or so away from graduating with his ph.d. in molecular biology and that he’s ta’ing this microbiology class

you’ve definitely heard all sorts of rumors, but you really don’t know what’s truth and fiction

he definitely hasn’t slept with a third of his students (right?) but the lingering way he looks at you isn’t helping quell your thoughts

technically speaking, teaching assistants and students are not allowed to date, interact, etc

until the semester in which you are their student is completed, at least

it doesn’t take long after that for you two to constantly run into each other

“how’re your new classes going? any hot ta’s?” he asks, sipping his tea from the bookstore cafe. you choke on your hot chocolate.

all this being said, you’re an upperclassmen about to graduate, possibly start a ph.d. or masters program yourself. i see him teaching upper-level courses exclusively.

it’s not long after that you admit your feelings to each other, since after all, there’s no time to waste

erwin smith

you’re a second year masters program in the history department. your specialization is military history, so of course professor smith is assigned as your thesis advisor.

i mean, he’s only written several textbooks on the subject

on first sight, you can’t believe he’s a professor. because certainly, this is a some cruel twist of fate. he’s closer to your age than some of his colleagues.

you both try to keep it strictly professional

at first least. this gets gradually harder and harder

there’s a certain chemistry there neither of you can deny.

having a mutual interest in the same subjects doesn’t help too much either. suddenly, you guys are spending hours pouring over topics for his next textbook and your thesis.

the conversation continues over chinese food in his office, long after the rest of the building has cleared out for their friday evenings

“well, i won’t keep you any longer. i’m sure you have much better plans on a friday night than talking military policy with me.”

“there is no where else i’d rather be.”

hope you all liked it! :)

[tiedyemillenialbullshit]

Nightmare

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Avenger Reader Word Count: 3,431 Summary: Your best friend finally comes to visit the compound after you join the Avengers. What starts out as a fun night out, quickly turns dire for you and Bucky. Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Feelings, Mentions of Alcohol and Drugs, PTSD/Nightmares, swearing

“AHHHH Y/N!!” You hear her before you see your best friend running towards you, not a care in the world that your entire team has also turned around to watch you two galavant towards each other like long lost sisters.

You catch Sarah in your arms and spin her around.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you’re FINALLY HERE! And you’re early! Holy shit like I can’t believe you’re finally here in New York!! Let me introduce you to the team!” You grab her arm after she starts to show hesitance in meeting the Avengers all at once.

“Are you sure they have time? I don’t want to be a bother,” she says sheepishly.

“Oh my god Sarah, I talk about you all the time! They’re just as excited to meet you, come on.” You both walk towards the team still staring at you both near the entrance to the compound doing a quick debrief of a not-so-successful mission the day before.

“Guys, this is Sarah. Sarah this is-“ she cuts you off. “I know who you guys all are. It’s so nice to meet you! I’ll stay out of the way, I promise.” Everyone grins and introduces themselves to your best friend.

Nat smiles at you both, “On the contrary, you’re coming out with us tonight! No if’s, and’s or but’s”

Sarah seems to suddenly catch a second wind from her long flight and lets out a squeal of excitement.

You’re the newest to the “official” team, even though Steve and Fury had been trying to recruit you for years. You didn’t like the idea of the world knowing about your skill set and preferred to live a quiet life back in California. Ever since moving here, you’ve felt like maybe you weren’t home yet. Everyone was so nice and welcoming, but you missed your little house hidden in the outskirts of the National Parks in California. You missed the sun, the familiar smell of your patch of paradise and the general sense of room back home. Most importantly, you missed Sarah.

You were reluctant to invite her out to New York at first, but now that things seemed to be going smoothly, you sent for her via a car and private jet thanks to one Mr. Tony Stark. He was more than happy to help you out given your fresh and maybe sometimes bumpy arrival to the Avengers.

As everyone filed inside to break away before the evening festivities, Bucky caught your arm.

After holding you back for a second he said, “Hey, I can totally hang back tonight if you’d rather just be with Sarah and the team.”

You realize what he’s getting at. He also has some lack of feeling settled at the compound. It was something you bonded over when you first arrived. You both had similar pasts, even though they were at the same time lightyears apart.

“Buck, no. I think we’re all going out to Bleaker’s tonight! What’s a better way to get to know the team than bowling, beer, smoking inside, beer, old arcade games, more beer and maybe dancing?!”

Bucky gives you a quick glare out the corner of his eye before wrapping his metal arm around your shoulders to lead you inside after everyone.

“Fiiiiiiine, but I can’t promise I’ll behave.” You giggle, but suddenly feel a couple sets of eyes on you.

“And what do we have here?,” Tony asks with a smirk across his mouth. Sarah seems to be in the middle of an engaging conversation with Steve, so you don’t seem to have an easy out of this encounter. Bucky quickly drops his arm and steps a foot away from you.

“Uh, nothing. Y/N just seemed like maybe she wasn’t feeling well.”

“But I’m fine so here we are - have you seen Sam? Nat? Wanda? I told them we should be ready in a few hours and I jus-“

“Oh for Christ’s sake guys, your secret is safe with me,” Tony winks at you knowingly. You decide to take that as the end of the conversation and rush over to join Sarah.

“So! You have muscles.” Sarah says clearly at a loss of words looking at Steve in a tight shirt.

You and Bucky share a giggle, but pull Sarah away and save her from further embarrassment.

“What the fuck did I just say?” Sarah is about as red as a tomato as you drag her upstairs away from the awkward encounter. Steve looked a little flustered as well, which you file away in the back of your brain.

“Who cares! Let’s catch up and get ready for tonight.” Sarah is your best friend for a reason. Even though it had been 6 months since you last saw each other, it was like it was yesterday. You two spend the next few hours catching up, gossiping about each other’s families, friends, ex-boyfriends, etc.

“So! How are we doing in the boi department?” You turn around and face Sarah at the inquisitive tone in her question.

“What’s that supposed to mean? I’m good, I’m… I’m doing great, I mean yeah I’m good. WHY?” You’re stuttering and you don’t even care it’s obvious you’re blushing.

“Oh, you know. I mean, I’ve only recently met a few super soldiers, but I do think I can tell the there’s a spark between one and someone else.” Sarah so wants you to spill the tea but you promised Bucky you’d keep it quiet.

“Let’s just say things are developing and whatever you’d like to take from that you may.” You both launch into a giggle fit of her guessing and you denying certain aspects of Bucky Barnes.

When Wanda wanders into your room a few hours later, she starts laughing at what she sees. “You know you two are wearing like the same thing, right?” Exchanging confused looks at each other, you reply with a “AND?!”

Sam follows in with a smirk of his own. You’re bracing for his jokes but instead says “damn, OKAY! Everyone’s looking sharp tonight. Y/N, have you seen our bionic man around? Is he coming? He better come out tonight or I swear to…”

After Sam leaves to go find Bucky, the three of you wander down to find Nat and start the evening off with a shot or two. You aren’t much of a drinker, so one is enough for you. You much rather enjoy the company of your friend Mary Jane.

The team is getting silly with each other in the kitchen and quickly the room is filled with people yelling at each other to pregame harder, laughing when Nat’s little sister challenges Sam to a chugging contest and wins.

You feel a large hand at the small of your back. You can smell his cologne and know who it is immediately.

“Well don’t you look dashing tonight Sargent Barnes.” You lean in on impulse but stop yourself just as the girls turn around to see who you’re talking to.

“I was just going to say the same thing to you, sweets.” He mumbles in your ear before removing his hand and walking over to Sam.

The alcohol decides to hit you then, leaving you feeling empty that he’s not standing next to you anymore. Neither of you had wanted to have the “conversation” but you knew you were head over heels for him.

“CABS ARE HERE” screams Sam.

“Sam. For the love of God, stop watching Jersey Shore.” Natasha jokes to him.

At the same time Steve screams, “I understood that reference!” Eye rolls are exchanged as you all make your way outside.

The atmosphere is buzzing and you’re so excited to not just be out with your team, but to also have the only bit of family you had with you as well. You finally felt at home, at peace, and were ready for a fun night out.

Bleaker’s is one of those hole-in-the-wall dive bars that from the outside seems like a hard pass, but once you’re in, there’s no other place you’d rather spend a Saturday night. It’s true it started as a bowling alley in the 60’s. That still remains. What’s newer is the arcade in the back, where the old salon used to be. Jimmy bought the space next door, blew out the wall and filled it with arcade games that sometimes work and sometimes eat your money.

After years of being regular patrons, he knows your team well. The minute you walk in, he starts up all your favorite drinks.

“Ah! My best customers! I had a feeling I’d be seeing Earth’s mightiest heroes tonight.” You line up at the bar for whatever Jimmy decides you’re drinking tonight.

“Ah yes, two vodka on the rocks for my little Russian assassins. Sam here’s your vodka red bull which I don’t think you need, but here we are. Steve! Your drink of choice: an Old Style. Wanda, a cosmo for my favorite witch. And who do we have here, Y/N?”

You’re already both in hysterics at the old man behind the bar giving everybody a hard time. “Jimmy, this is my best friend Sarah. She’s visiting from California for a few days.”

“And whatever the lady wants can be put on my tab…” Steve butts in. Sarah immediately turns red but says “well in that case I’ll have vodka soda with lime please!”

Bucky has come up behind you and now you’re both laughing and watching the two of them stare at each other like no one else is in the room.

“Oh no, what did you do Y/N?”

“Let it play out, he’s not completely tripping over his words yet, maybe he’ll finally land a good girl.” You hush to Bucky.

Jimmy stares as well in amusement. “And you two? Your usual?”

“Yes’sir!” You shout over the growing music. Jimmy hands you each a jack and Diet Coke. You tell yourself it’s okay because it’s diet, but you know that’s a bunch of bullshit.

The other great thing about Bleaker’s? The dance floor downstairs. You always joke around that it seems like a nightclub that never closes in Amsterdam or something, but you’re serious. It could be 3 pm and sunny and you’d never know. It’s in the basement, it's always dark and the music is almost always too loud.

Usually that would gross you all out, but the energy tonight is pushing you all downstairs.

You reach back and grab Bucky’s hand not really caring who sees. It’s been months of sneaking around and either everyone knows and is playing it off like they don't or you’re really good at hiding it. Regardless, you’re over hiding. Maybe showing a little PDA tonight will get him out of his shell.

Sarah and Steve are no where in sight, assuming they’re ahead of you, you follow the team downstairs.

Minutes turn into hours. Everyone is dancing, laughing, sweating, screaming the lyrics to every song, and for a little while you can forget you’re a group of superheroes, and can just be normal 30-something year-olds.

You mostly dance with Bucky and quickly realize he’s a better dancer than you thought he would be. Those moves from the 1940’s must still be relevant in some way today, because the way he's grinding up on you and not caring if anyone sees just does something to you.

You work the room, finding Sarah, Wanda, Nat, even Steve for a song before you realize you don't see Bucky. You give it a few minutes thinking maybe he is in the bathroom. After 15 minutes though, you grab Steve’s attention and motion for him to check the bathroom while you check outside.

You race to the alley where you find Jimmy on a smoke break. “Hey Jimmy, have you seen Bucky? I can’t find him.”

“Oh yeah, doll, he took off in a cab about a half hour ago. Looked real flustered, but I didn’t want to press.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You thought you felt his mood shift about an hour ago, he was becoming stiff and quiet. You thought maybe he was just drinking a lot but now you’re realizing the loud music, strobe lights and base must have been triggering him.

“Ugh I’m such a bitch,” you huff as you send Steve a S.O.S text.

You: Hey, Jimmy said he just left. I'm sure he's heading home. I'm going to go find him.

Sire Captain Rogers: Go ahead. I think Sarah and I can find something to do while you find Buck. ;)

You: Yeah I’m sure you can.

You: BEHAVE. She’s my best friend.

Sire Captain Rogers: I know Y/N, don’t worry about us. Let me know when you find him.

You lock your phone and hop in a cab back to the compound.

No one is up or around when you enter through the front. The kitchen has been cleaned up, the dishes done. Probably thanks to THURSDAY, Tony’s beta bot for “cleaning up after you assholes trash the place.”

You smirk and head for the elevators. Heading straight to Bucky’s room, you can tell his light is on but something seems off. You don’t like to use your powers on friends or in the compound, but you close your eyes and reach out with your mind to find his aura. Your eyes snap open. You don’t sense him, you just see red.

Taking this as a good excuse to break into a friend’s room, you burst into the room to find it in disarray. Everything is toppled over, broken glass is on the floor, the bathroom light is on, but all you can see is his blood on the door and the floor. You’re panicked, trying to piece together what happened.

Again, you close your eyes and reach out for the familiar energy of Bucky. You find him in your room on the floor.

“What the fuck?,” you mumble and sprint up the stairs to your apartment. You shoot Steve a text on your way up.

You: Found him, looks like a bad one. I’ll let you know if I need you.

Sir Captain Rogers: Thanks Y/N. I’m just a call away, let me know if you need anything. Night.

Upon entering, you sense he’s in distress. His heart rate is elevated, he’s incredibly sweaty and is panting like a dog.

“Bucky? Buck, it’s me, it’s Y/N.”

Bucky stirs and jumps into a defensive standing position quicker than you can blink. You flip the lights on with a “BABE. Baaabe, it’s me. It’s okay, you’re safe. We’re in the compound. You had a nightmare.”

Bucky’s eyes are wide and alarmed, but you can tell the moment he recognizes you.

Rushing over to you, he takes you into a big hug. “Oh my god. What happened? Are you okay, did I hurt you?”

“No Bucky, no I just found you a minute ago. You had another bad one, what do you need me to do right now for you?”

Bucky stands back and rubs his swollen eyes. “I need to shower, can you help me?”

Typically, this is where it gets exciting, but you knew what he means. Water grounds him. He doesn’t feel like he’s falling in water. It helps him visualize the stress washing off of him.

You help him strip and get in the shower, but before you can even take his jeans off, he jumps in and pulls you in with him. You realize how desperate he is for whatever he’s feeling to pass and your heart sinks.

You’re both standing there, almost fully clothed holding each other. This is the worst you’ve seen him in a long time.

“I’m so sorry if I ruined your night, Y/N. The base sounded like the train, the lights looked like the machine they used on me, what the fuck.”

You aren’t sure what to do so you decide to sit on the ground and pull him down with you. You position yourself behind him so his back is in your chest. Even though he’s so much larger than you, he sinks down enough for you to reach over his shoulders and hold him.

“It’s okay Barnes, just breathe with me. You’re safe. You’re with me, and we’re home. Nobody is going to touch you. I’ve got you, you won’t fall.”

You take in deep breaths so he can match your breathing.

After about 45 minutes, the hot water is out in the tank. Bucky sits forward and turns towards you. You want him to lead right now, so you don’t say anything. Neither does he, but the look in his eyes are telling you something about tonight is different.

With a soft smile on your lips, you cup his cheek until he is really looking at you. “Hun, let’s go lay down, ya? Let me help get you dried off.” Bucky hates when you fuss over him, so when he doesn’t argue, you know to be extra gentle with him.

After getting him up and out of the shower, you think skin-to-skin contact doesn’t seem sexual right now, it feels intimate in a grounding sense, and you know that’s exactly what he needs right now. Bucky seems dazed, almost like he got hit too hard in the head. You yourself are of course a tad over-served, and are quickly realizing the adrenaline of this entire situation is rubbing off.

You get Bucky into bed and turn to make sure his phone is plugged in and that he has a glass of water, but he grabs your wrist before you can move away. “Just leave it, it’s fine.”

“Buck, just let me-“ he grabs your wrist harder.

“Y/N. Please just stay here. Please.”

The entire time you’ve been together, he’s done a lot of things but begging you for anything is not one of them. Suddenly the phone and whatever hell else you were doing doesn’t seem important anymore.

You climb into your usual spot next to him and decide maybe you’ll try to get him to open up. The moment the back of your head hits the pillow, Bucky is facing you. His pleading eyes seem like they want to tell you everything that’s going on in his head, but you know pushing him to talk will just make the nightmares come flooding back too soon.

Instead, you decide to lay on your back and pull him to lay on your chest.

“Just listen to my heart beat, Bucky.” You hear him take a deep breath and settle into your chest.

You start and stop yourself from trying to say something comforting. You’re terrified to say the wrong thing at such a crucial moment. Typically these bad episodes are reserved for a Steve house call. You realize as he’s settling into a comfortable position that he hasn’t asked you to call Steve yet. Bucky trusts you in a way you didn’t realize until now.

You don’t know when, but you start humming the first calming song that comes in your head.

I’ll be seeing you In all the old familiar places That this heart of mine embraces All day through

Bucky picks his head up to look at you. Oh fuck.

“Where did you hear that song?,” he says to you with shiny eyes.

“You sing it all the time when you’re concentrating. I looked it up and added it to my ‘bath time/relax’ playlist. I didn't know Billie Holliday was a favorite of yours."

Bucky was looking at you like maybe this was the first time he saw you, like really saw you. “My mom used to sing that around the house when she was missing my dad.”

“Oh I’m so sorry, I didn’t know. I can hum a diff-“ you’re cut off with the most searing kiss Bucky has ever given you. He’s crying when he pulls back to look at you again. “Will you keep singing it?”

In that small cafe The park across the way The children's carousel That chestnut tree, the wishing well

By the time you finish the second verse, he has physically relaxed in your arms. You continue rubbing your hand up and down his back and shoulder, stopping to play with his long hair every once in a while.

I'll be seeing you In every lovely summer's day In every thing that's light and gay I'll always think of you that way

“I forgot how much I love hearing this song sung around me.” Bucky whispers so quietly you almost miss it.

I'll find you in the morning sun And when the night is new I'll be looking at the moon But I'll be seeing you…

You stop your caressing when you feel him sit up on one arm.

He leans down to kiss you but stops short to whisper “I love you Y/N.” You kiss him back and wrap your arms around his shoulders, and when you say “I love you too, Bucky,” you’ve never been more sure of something in your life.

[charliedawn]

Imagine being in a hate love relationship with Peter Hale

Warning : attempt of rape

You were on Peter duty..Again. Since Peter Hale was the man that everybody feared, it had been decided that you would be the one keeping an eye on the overly fool-of-himself werewolf with the power of your mighty patience. Scott and Stiles stop in front of Derek's loft and he jogs out to meet you.

" Thanks Y/N. I owe you one !"

He says with a grateful smile and you smile back.

" Big time. But come on, you three go hunt whatever creature you have to hunt and I'll stay to take care of Mr Smarty-pants up there !"

You say enthusiastically and they all smile apologetically at you, knowing how the two of you were not exactly on friendly terms.

" Be careful, okay ? And tell him that if he touches you, I'll kick his ass !"

Stiles says confidently, which makes you laugh.

" Don't worry, Stiles. If there is any problem, I'll call you guys immediately and plus, I have a way to take care of moody children.."

You tell him with a mysterious smile and Stiles nods understandingly.

" I know..Just, stay safe."

And with that last warning, they are all out of here. As soon as they are out of your sight, your smile leaves your face and you sigh loudly before turning towards the building and whisper to yourself.

" Welp..Here we go.."

As soon as you enter, you smell something burning and see the stove on fire. You run towards it and take a glass from the cupboard to fill it with water in order to stop the fire. When you're done, you are panting because of the effort and look murderously at Peter that is sitting calmly on the couch, as if nothing had happened.

You glare at him while he doesn't even raise his eyes from his book.

" Let me guess..You couldn't smell the smoke ?"

You ask annoyed and only then does he look up at you with a small mischievous smile.

" Aren't you supposed to be the one keeping me out of harm's way ? You are here to keep me from doing anything stupid, not the other way around..I create chaos and you're here to stop me. Do your job and stop whining."

You grit your teeths in anger before sitting on the couch, as far away from Peter as possible. You can't believe the nerve of this man that was ready to burn the entire flat only to prove a point !

" I don't know why you're so eager to unnerve me. Does it entertain you ? Would it kill you to be nice and helpful from time to time ?"

You ask while taking a nearby book and starting reading yourself, not really interested in his answer that you knew would not be anything but upsetting.

" I'm the spark that lits your fire, sweetheart..Try to let go sometimes, you would actually enjoy it. Why don't you try to be less of a killjoy ?"

You raise an eyebrow at that before returning to your book and replying nonchalantly.

" Have you ever considered, even for only a moment, that I simply don't like you ?"

He fakes being offended by putting his hand above his heart and widening his eyes dramatically at you.

" Oh darling ! Me who thought that you were about to ask my hand in marriage ?! How disappointing ?!"

You snort.

" Hard pass."

He sighs in false disappointment before taking his coat and walking towards the exit.

" And where do you think you're going ?"

You ask with an eyebrow arked in curiosity.

" Out."

He answers simply before opening the door. You sigh before taking your coat and running after him.

" Didn't Derek warn you that I am allowed to use silver bullets if you disobey me ?"

He scoffs before shrugging, not bothering waiting for you.

" I'm going to get a beer, not kill a bunch of innocent virgins.."

He winks at you cheekily before stepping inside the bar that was the nearest to the apartment. You role your eyes at his comment before entering the bar after him.

You look around and are amazed to see that the place wasn't as bad as you had previously thought. It had good background music and not a lot of customers, besides a couple of drunk friends who were talking in whispers at their table. However, Peter isn't visible and you sigh again before walking towards the counter to ask the bartender if he had any idea of where your irresponsible dog had run off to. You sit down and attract the attention of the bartender by raising your hand. He walks towards you and leans in to listen to your order.

" A soda, please."

He arks an eyebrow at you, nearly amused, before turning around and getting out what you asked.

" Are you sure you don't want anything else ? Anything stronger ?"

He says while eyeing your bottle of soda warily, as if it was an insult to his establishment for you to order such a drink. You smile, tempted beyond reason, but then remember that you had a werewolf to find.

" Sorry. Can't. I'm on the job. By the way, have you seen a man ? Sarcastic. Arrogant. Energic. Tall. Very annoying. Awfully blond. Seen him anywhere ?"

He looks suspiciously at you before asking in a slightly worried and even threatening voice.

" You're a cop ?"

You can't help but laugh bitterly at the question before replying.

" You could say that. But I am only responsible of one criminal, and the only crime he committed is to not have messed up my night, yet.."

He smirks when he understands the irony in your tone and was about to answer when someone puts his hand on your shoulder. You turn around to see a very smug Peter with a huge grin.

" Oh ! Look at that ! The overly confident puppy is finally back ! What ? Got lost on the way ?"

You ask sarcastically and he only humphs in response before sitting next to you, the grin not leaving his face.

" Why ? Missed me ?"

You scoff before taking a sip of your drink.

" As much as a needle in my heel..But, if Derek was to find out that I've let you out of your cage, he would have my head.."

He wraps his arm around your shoulders and makes you spill your drink a little over yourself.

" Aww..You do care ! My cold heart warms at the thought of the packs brat worrying about me !"

You groan in annoyance before biting his hand off. He hisses in pain before retrieving his hand and massaging it while glaring at you from the corner of his eyes. Just at that moment, the bartender comes back to get Peter's order and eyes Peter suspiciously before looking back at you with an inquisitive glance, asking discreetly if you needed an escape. You could have laughed if it wasn't so sad. Peter was such a nuisance that people were now wondering if he was the one bothering you, when in fact it was the opposite. However Peter, that had not missed the silent conversation, growls when the bartender gives him a warning side glance. But, not intimidated the nearest, Peter smirks a toothy grin at the bartender before showing his bitten hand.

" Careful. The brat bites. I've seen what it is capable of, first hand..literally. Don't worry, if you should be worried about anyone around here, it's everyone else besides her."

He cautioned and the bartenders eyes widen at the mark that would certainly have left a scar if he was a normal human being while you snicker in your corner. The bartender quickly runs towards his other customers at the far end of the bar, leaving you two in your sudden awkward solitude.

" Well..Isn't he a gentleman ? Thinking you need saving from me. Not even considering that I could be the abused one in this relationship ? How rude !"

You try to stifle a laugh. Unfortunately, he hears you and smirks proudly at his small victory.

" I'm not the psychopath that tried to murder a bunch of teenagers just because I wanted to become the big bad alpha.."

You taunt while giving him an amused side glance. He groans in annoyance as you make him remember his past and he gulps down his whiskey, an attempt to make him forget faster.

" Aren't you a delight ?! Playing unfair by spreading out the touchy subjects like that..No wonder Stiles rejected you. You would have chomped his lips off !"

You glare at him as he talks about Stiles before replying harshly.

" Says the man whose only date was Scott's mom, and that was to trap him ! You're so terrible that nobody could stand being with you more than 5 minutes without hating you ! I would tell you to go to hell, but it would be unfair on Satan !"

He chuckles at that last part and you take your drink in order to take a sip and calm your nerves, but grimace at the awful taste. You had asked for a soda, but it tasted more like salt with water..He cackles at your expression before whispering mockingly in your ear with false concern.

" Oh ! What ? Ain't sweet enough for you, sweetheart ?"

You only raise a very distinctive finger at him, warning him that one more word from him would result in extreme pain and look around the room to distract yourself from his presence..and from the fact that you were his entitled babysitter. Your eyes wander and finally settle on the nice bartender that winks at you when you meet his gaze. You blush slightly before smiling back at him. He wasn't bad-looking and everything would be better than bantering with the overly sarcastic and confident werewolf that couldn't seem to leave you be. You were about to stand up and walk towards the cute bartender when suddenly, a hand raises to lay on your shoulder and pin you down to your seat. You were about to complain and even yell at Peter when you hear him growl from deep withing him while he shoots a dirty glare at the poor young man. You frown in incomprehension and grit your teeths in annoyance, thinking it was one of his attention seeking gesture. You then take his hand and force him to let go of you to walk towards the exit. Here you go again, you couldn't even enjoy your night without having to take care of the sulky werewolf. You soon hear his footsteps behind you and when he is about to grab your arm, you turn around abruptly and glare at him with such seriousness that it freezes him on the spot.

" How about you and your insanity stay the heck away from me ?! I'm so tired of your bullshit, Peter ! Why can't you just leave me alone ?!"

At your harsh words, Peter's gaze hardens and he retracts his hand to only smirk at you and tilt his head a little bit to the side, as if he didn't understand the question.

" Oh darling..I would love to ! But, you see, it seems that me and my insanity are often required to solve your friend's little problems !"

Suddenly, unnerved beyond belief and having had more than enough of him, you feel tears threatening to spill from your eyes and yell at him, so loud that it surprises the werewolf himself.

" Leave me alone ! Why am I the only one who always has to handle you?! Why do you always ask Derek for me to keep you, even though you don't even like me ?! If I'm such a bother, why not just get rid of me ?!"

He doesn't seem to be able to find an answer and you don't even let him reply. You start running until you reach a small and dark alley. When you're sure you are far enough for the werewolf not to hear you cry, you crouch down and start sobbing. When you've spilt all of your frustration and sadness out, you wipe your face with your sleeve and stand up to get back home. However, when you are about to leave the alley-way, you see someone else blocking the exit. You first think that it's Peter, but the more you approach the individual, the more you have to admit that it doesn't look like Peter. You try to walk past him, but he brusquely grabs your arm and throws you to the ground. You want to get your phone out of your purse, but the man stomps on your hand and you scream in pain. The man takes you by the jaw and forces you to look up at him. His disgusting breath hitting your face, smelling of alcool and his evil smirk making you want to puke even more.

" Aren't ya a sweat ass ? Tell me, what does a young lady like yourself doing here by herself in the middle of the night, hmm ?"

You want to scream for help again, but another individual behind you puts his hand against your mouth to muffle your screams and you feel the familiar shape of a knife against your throat. When you know that there is nothing else you can do, you close your eyes and try to stop the new tears from leaving your eyes..You didn't want to cry for those men, they didn't deserve your tears..

" Now..You're going to be a good girl and let us take care of you, okay ?"

The one posted behind you whispers in your ear and you clench your jaw, your last thought going to Peter. You had been awful to him, even though you knew he wasn't a bad person..You had let out your frustration on him and you were now regretting it bitterly. You should have sticked to your job and stay with him. If you had, maybe you wouldn't be in your current situation. Reality hits you hard when you feel one of the men starting to open your blouse. When you thought that that was it, that you were going to be raped in that dirty alley-way and probably killed, you hear the hurried footsteps of someone running towards your location. You want to scream again, but the knife is raised once again against your throat.

" One peep and nobody will even find your body.."

You whimper and nod in understanding. The footsteps stop and you hold your breath.

" Sweetheart ? Are you there ?"

You hear the familiar voice of Peter and feel relieved to know that he is near. However, the man whispers instructions in your ear and you can't help but nod in agreement, knowing that he wouldn't hesitate to slice your throat if you were to disobey.

" You're going to tell him to go away, that you don't want him to come any closer..I know what he is and the knife is made of silver and has been dipped in wolfsbane for a while..Don't play smart or you'll lose more than your life.."

He uncovers your mouth and you respond in a shaky voice.

" G..Go away, Peter..I don't want you near me ! I hate you !"

You bit to your inner cheek, wondering if he would insist or know that something is wrong. You know that even if he was to guess that something is wrong, you couldn't afford to lose him as well..However, you hear him take a step towards you and sniff the air. He suddenly growls animalistically and his eyes light up in the dark.

" I can smell the stench of two putrid little humans that shouldn't be touching what isn't theirs.."

You start panicking, knowing that he could die if he was to step any closer and yell in a last attempt to protect him.

" Don't, Peter ! They've got wolfsbane ! Run !"

One of the men muzzles you again, but Peter doesn't step back. He gets his claws out and snarls.

" Alright boys. Let's rumble."

The two men stand up and face Peter that doesn't seem scared. He doesn't keep his eyes off them while they circle him. The man with the knife tries to attack him first, but Peter grabs his arm and tears it off from the rest of his body. The man screams in agony, but Peter slashes his throat before turning towards the other man that is shaking with terror.

" What ?! You are brave enough to attack a defenseless woman, but not enough to fight a werewolf ?!"

He roars and the man suddenly gets out a gun that he points at Peter. Before he could react, the man shoots and the bullet goes through his abdomen. Peter falls on his knees and the man runs away, leaving you and him behind. You force yourself to get up and crouch down in front him to see that the wound is not closing itself.

" Wolfsbane bullet.."

He affirms what you already suspected and you have to take deep breathes in order not to panic. You know what to do, you had seen Derek do it a thousand time already. You need to cauterize the wound. You close your eyes and try to calm yourself before trying to carry him back home. When you finally enter the building after a few grunts and moans of pain from the both of you, you lay Peter down on the couch and look around for something hot enough to burn the poison. Suddenly, your eyes fall on a blowtorch and when Peter understands what you were thinking about, he looks pitifully up at you.

" I have a very bad tolerance to pain."

He warns you, a warning that sounds more like a desperate plea for you to reconsider your plan..But you know that you don't have much time and address him a silent apology with your eyes before taking the handle of your purse and make him bite down on it.

" This is gonna hurt. Bad. But, I'm going to try to be as fast as I can, okay ?"

His nostrils flare in fear for the pain to come, but he nods in agreement and you take a big shaky breath before using the blowtorch. As soon as the fire gets in contact with his skin, Peter visibly whitens, his eyes flash blue and you can see his claws digging in the soft material of the couch. You don't know what to do to attenuate the pain, so you do the first thing that comes to mind to distract him..You kiss him. His eyes widen perceptibly at your action, but he doesn't hesitate before burying his hands in your hair and reciprocating the kiss, even though the handle of your purse forms some kind of barrier between you and him. When you take a step back, he seems more relax and you glance down at his wound before switching off the blowtorch. You are relieved when you see the wound closing and smile widely at him. But, before you could truly process what was happening, Peter had gotten rid of your purse and had bounced on top of you to pin you to the floor and kiss you passionately again.

" Stiles doesn't deserve you..Nobody does..Nobody needs you like I do..Nobody can handle me the way you do..I don't want them to take you away from me..Stay with me..If you leave, I'll lose my fucking mind.."

He mutters between each breath he takes while kissing you and you blush vividly at his words. He looks up at you with his bright blue eyes and you can't help but smile up at him before kissing him back yourself and petting the top of his head appreciatively.

" You damn nut job, if you wanted me that bad, why didn't you tell me ? Instead of making me lose my mind.."

He grins before nuzzling your neck and wrapping his arms around your waist.

" Because I like when you get mad.."

You chuckle before returning his embrace.

" Bad pup.."

" Stiles lover"

You ark an eyebrow at the odd insult before replying teasing.

" Does that mean I won't be able to go back to his place and sleep on his couch ? Do I have to remind you that I live with him ?"

He tightens his hold on you and grumbles tiredly against your ribcage.

" Over my dead body. The only thing you will be allowed to sleep on from now on is me, got it ?"

You seem dumbfounded for a second and Peter picks on your uneasiness before laughing and looking up at you with a sly smile.

" Not what I meant, you pervert."

You blush a deep red and hit him on the back of the head playfully.

" Hey ! You're the one always insinuating things !"

He genuinely smiles at you before lowering his chin on your belly and tilting his head to look at you with fake innocence.

" I'm not the one who kissed me.."

You sigh, it was becoming a competition, like many things with him. You sit back up and make him fall at the same time.

" Yeah ?! Well, you were badly injured..and you reciprocated !"

You don't know why you wanted to defend yourself, you just know that you can't allow yourself to succomb for the man that had nearly killed all of your friends. Plus, you had just been attacked and were too weak to make any decisions. He seems to notice your worry and takes a step back immediately to get up and extend his hand towards you.

" I'm sorry. You helped me and I was being an idiot. You need to get some rest. Come on."

You look at his hand for a few seconds before slipping your hand in his. He yanks you upwards and proceeds to carry you back to your room where he lays you down on your bed. He leaves the room promptly afterwards, mumbling a small goodnight before walking out. When you're sure he is truly gone, you curl up into a ball and try to muffle your sobs. You couldn't sleep, every time you would close your eyes, their hands were there, touching you and making you feel as if you were weak..So weak..You whimper and cry as silently as you can until someone opens the door suddenly and blinding light surrounds the room. You turn around to see Peter standing there, his eyes glowing with such an intense color that it shocks you, you then notice the slight rise of his shoulders at each of his heavy breathing and finally, his lips curled and teeths grinding in rage.

" I should have killed them both..I should have never left you.."

You open your eyes wide at the realization, he had probably heard you and was reacting to your emotions. He approaches slowly and tenderly strokes your cheek, placing his forehead against yours.

" I'm so sorry, darling.."

You feel as if he's been crying too and step back. He seems to be hurt by your sudden distance, but you quickly indicate the spot next to you.

" Come on, I need a bed warmer."

His eyes light up like a happy puppy and he crawls next to you in order to cuddle you, making sure that you are comfortable every step of the way. You sigh in contempt before feeling sleep slowly taking over your tired body. Just before you fall asleep however, you mumble sleepily at Peter.

" You were right..I won't be able to sleep when you're not there anymore..You're too good of a bed warmer.."

You feel him chuckle behind you and smile as you realize that being best bud with Peter wouldn't be so bad..and maybe with time, a bit more.

The next day :

Derek finds the both of you on the sofa: you reading a book out loud, and Peter with his arms wrapped around you, listening attentively.

" So, I guess the babysitting went better than our stake out last night ?"

He asks, amused by your sudden friendliness towards each other. You look up at him with a small smile while Peter chuckles against your ear, the sound alone making you feel things you shouldn't be.

" Best of friends, aren't we, sweetheart ?"

Instead of answering his question, you try to change the subject.

" What happened to the stake out then ? I thought you were supposed to catch a couple of bounty hunters ?"

Derek shakes his head before shrugging his shoulders.

" I know, but when we got there, there was only one of them, and he was screaming that his friend had been murdered by another werewolf in town..I wonder if there are any others like us that we've not yet been in contact with ?"

At his explanation, you feel a lump forming in your throat, but when you were about to tell him what happened last night, Peter beats you to it.

" Funny, your description of the scene exactly matches what happened to me last night.."

Derek frowns before looking up at Peter with his jaw clenched.

" I thought I was pretty clear when I said stay put ?"

He glares at Peter, but then his eyes shift to you.

" And you, where were y..?"

But before he could finish his sentence, Peter cuts him again.

" Asleep. I waited for her to fall asleep before going out. Poor humans, can't manage a night without craving sleep.."

You look up at him with your mouth wide open, ready to deny everything he just said when you see him wink at you..He wasn't trying to make you look bad at your job, he was trying to save you the embarrassment. You close your mouth as fast as you had opened it and turn around towards Derek that was looking at you with an eyebrow raised, waiting for your confirmation. You nod and he sighs.

" Maybe it was a bad idea to leave you alone with him, you're still young and he's had plenty of experience when it comes to get what he wants..I'll ask Scott or Stiles next time."

You feel the lump in your throat slowly making its way to your stomach and your expression twists into one of pain and regret.

" No !"

To the surprise of everyone in the room, including yourself, you're the one who just shouted your disagreement. Derek frowns again before crossing his arms and waiting impatiently for an explanation while Peter only tightens his grip around you, a silent warning as to what you are about to say. You take a big breath before glancing up at Derek and saying in a calm and unfaltering voice.

" This is my job. I'm part of the pack. It's bad enough that I'm completely useless when it comes to working on the field, I can't let my only participation in all this go to someone else. I made a mistake, it won't happen again."

Derek seems to believe you, even though he shakes his head in hesitation.

" I don't know, Y/N..I was allowing this to continue since it seemed to work..But, Peter succeeded in complicating things, again."

He emphasizes on the last word while staring at Peter accusatively. Peter flashes an innocent grin at him before agreeing with you.

" I promise to behave from now on. Please, dad ? Can I please keep my plaything ? It gets lonely around here when you're all running around, chasing your own tails over and over.."

You elbow him as a warning, but Derek is already shooting daggers in his direction, on the verge of growling in annoyance. Fortunately, Derek succeeds in keeping his cool and only sighs in defeat before walking away.

" Fine. But, I warn you, one more mistake and I'll personally kick you out.."

" Can't do that, chief. It's my house !"

Peter answers with a big shit-eating grin, but Derek frowns at him before looking straight at you.

" I was talking to you, Y/N..I can't allow you to become a weakness, we've got already too many and Peter is the master of manipulation, dont fall for his tricks. It's a warning, let it be not a premonition."

And with those last words, he is gone. You both stay still for a moment until you decide to stand up and make yourself a cup of coffee. The words of Derek are swirling around in your mind and you glance at Peter when you think he's not looking..Were you really just another pawn in his mastermind plan to bring down the pack ? He seems to feel your stare and points it out.

" If I didn't know you the way I do, I'd say that you actually believe this idiot.."

" Why did you protect me ?"

You ask him abruptly, still not sure about what to make of last night's rescue. He seems to thinks about it for a while before answering you with such honesty that it surprises you.

" Because there was no reason for me to talk about it..Unlike what you all think of me, I'm not such a monster. I feel no satisfaction in a young girl's life being ruined by such macabre events. I care about you more than any of the other dumb teenagers of your group, even my own cousin. You're nice, kind, smart and you don't judge. You never told me that what I did was despicable or that I didn't deserve to live. You did what you had to do and tried the best you could to help. I agree that we have had our disagreements, but it was always playful and never really serious. Why would I ever want anything bad like this to happen to you when you're the only person who ever believed that I could become an ally ? Tell me, how many people do you think ever read to me or felt safe in my arms ? Not even my own family ever believed I could change..So, yes. I protected you, because you would have done the same thing for me. Your strength remains in your humanity, Y/N. Stiles may be the voice of reason, but you're the voice of mercy.."

You are awestruck by the words that seem to be tumbling out of his lips and surround you like the warmest of blankets. You would be happy to listen to him all day. You genuinely smile at him and, before you could stop yourself, you kiss him. He relaxes under your touch and wraps his arms around you to close the gap between the both of you. He finally breaks the kiss and laughs softly before adding.

" You also have very nice lips.."

You playfully punch his torso before laying down on top of him, finding the rhythm of his heartbeat oddly soothing.

" You're a jerk..But you're still a good person.."

You whisper while closing your eyes and you can hear him snicker above you.

" Congratulations, you just qualified me with two opposites. Jerk and good normally don't go together."

You don't answer, already snoring softly on his torso. He smiles sweetly at the sight before kissing the top of your head.

" Sweet dreams, darling.."

[one-more-offbeat-anthem]

after the credits

to thirteen years of cas and of the greatest love story ever told...an empty rescue fic for y’all :) 2.3k,  read on ao3 here

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After a while, Castiel gets tired of watching. He’s practically dreaming all the time, but he’s so tired.

Eternal sleep is not restful.

He can’t leave the Empty, but he manages to mold it, with his mind, into a theater. He went to one once, with Dean, and there are probably nicer theaters, like those for plays and operas, but this movie theater is right for him. If he concentrates, he can almost smell burnt, buttery popcorn and spilled soda and old carpet, and Dean right next to him, aftershave and car oil and whiskey.

Almost.

The scenes unfold in a memorable order, because they’re Cas’s own memories. At first, he tried to jump in, alter the scene, but he’s powerless. So, like clockwork, he watches. He’s saving Dean in hell. He’s being stabbed in the chest by the same man he raised. He’s asking Dean to get answers from Alastair and then almost getting the grace pressed out of him. He’s slamming his palm onto a bloody sigil. He’s--

Everything, all of his twelve years on earth, pass by, over and over and over again.

Right now, it’s an early scene, not far into the cycle. It’s not one of his favorites, because he can see the expression on his face, remembers exactly how he felt. Remembers that he he was feeling at all.

“That was a pretty awkward kiss, huh?”

Cas turns sharply at the sound of Dean’s voice. Of course, Dean does talk in this scene, before he kisses Anna. But this Dean is sitting next to him, frowning at the screen.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” Cas says.

“I know.”

Chances are this is just the Empty trying to mess with him. Last week a random trashcan showed up in his theater. Or maybe it was last year, or a millenia ago, or five minutes from now. Time is weird.

They keep watching in silence. On the screen, in the memory, Cas’s head jerks away from the sight of Dean and Anna kissing. The scene flips then, to a park at night, Anna right in front of Cas, no Dean in sight.

“For the first time, I feel...” Memory-Cas says.

“It gets worse,” Anna warns.

“So your first feeling….” Dean starts.

“It was something.” Cas can’t look at him. The scene on-screen changes.

Dean, to his merit, doesn’t press.

The memories progress through the year they spent trying to stop the apocalypse, the year that ended with Sam diving into the pit and Dean going off to Lisa’s. Then through Cas starting to work with Crowley, a conversation that happened right behind Dean without his knowledge.

On-screen, Cas is watching Dean rake leaves. The expression on his face is nearly mournful. After a moment, Crowley steps into view.

“Ah, Castiel. Angel of Thursday. Just not your day, is it?” Crowley says.

“What are you doing here?” Memory-Cas asks.

“I want you to help me help ourselves.”

“Speak plain.”

Crowley smirks. “I want to discuss a simple business transaction. That’s all.”

“You want to make a deal? With me? I’m an Angel, you ass. ”

The scene flips again.

“Is there a way to pause this?” Dean asks.

Cas shakes his head. “It just does this, on a loop. I can’t sleep. The Empty won’t let me.” He puts a hand on the armrest between them. “I forced the theater up, to make it better.”

“It looks a lot like that theater we went to once.”

“I know.” Cas stares at Dean for a moment, looks away.

Many of these scenes are things Dean knows of. Cas works with Crowley, gets locked in a ring of fire, feels his chest seize up as Dean looks back for a moment. Watches the Leviathans lead him to a lake. They meet again on porch steps, Cas unable to remember who he is but still able to figure out that Dean is important. Cas gets his memories back, takes on Sam’s hell trauma. They go to Purgatory, Cas stays behind. It’s like clockwork.

Until.

“I don’t remember that,” Dean says slowly, watching himself die on the screen. “You never--you’ve never killed me.”

“Yes and no.” Cas knows what’s coming next--he’s going to kill Dean thousands of times. Each one is the same, with Cas in tears as these copies, mock-ups of Dean struggle, beg and plead, tell him not to. Each time, Naomi makes him do it again.

Until, finally, he doesn’t hesitate.

And she says he’s ready.

As they watch that scene in the crypt unfold, with the real Dean at Cas’s mercy, Dean leans forward, putting his elbows on his thighs and propping his chin in his hands. “You lied.”

“Hm?”

“You said you didn’t know what broke the connection.” Dean twists his head to look at Cas. “But you did.”

“I did,” Cas assents.

They watch Cas ride cross-country on a bus, pulling out his phone and almost calling Dean over and over again.

“Is there a way that we can see some of my memories?” Dean asks.

“You’re not supposed to be here.”.

Dean shrugs. “Well, I am here, and you figured out how to make a friggin movie theater, so I think I can do it.”

The image on the screen shudders, coalesces, breaks into a million pieces and then reforms. Dean is standing on the edge of a lake, picking up Cas’s coat, still covered in Leviathan goo. “You dumb son of a bitch,” Memory-Dean mutters, wrapping up the coat in his arms.

The scene flickers again--the coat in those same hands, moving from car to car to car, and then being passed to Cas. “I always knew you’d come back ,” Memory-Dean says. It’s a soft scene, almost, but then it flips to Dean seizing a monster’s collar in purgatory. He’s covered in blood and grime as he shoves the monster up against a tree, practically growling, “Where’s the angel?”

Even after the monster answers, Dean guts him.

It’s a cycle. The memory blurs through sleepless nights, through Dean stepping into streams to pray, prayers Cas knows well. It pushes past Cas letting go of Dean’s arm in the portal, and here’s something else new: Dean sees Cas on the side of the road, sees him outside the window while it pours down rain, sitting bolt upright at the phantom sight of Cas’s face.

“Why are you here?” Cas finally asks. This must really be Dean, after all. The Empty wouldn’t know these things, wouldn’t be able to dream them up. They’re too good, too honest.

“To bring you home.” Dean kicks the back of the seat in front of him, leans back in his own chair.

“I can’t go home.”

“You should.” The scene on screen rapidly changes--it’s Dean as he looks now, carrying a little boy on his back. The little boy is blonde, round-faced, holding onto Dean’s neck for dear life, laughing as Dean swings around.

“Is that--” No, it can’t be.

“Yep. He’s four, you know.” Dean clears his throat. “He misses you.”

“I wish I could have gotten to say good-bye.” Cas trails off.

“Come home. Then you never have to say it.”

Cas shakes his head. On the screen, Dean is reading to Jack, Jack following the words with a chubby finger. “It would be...awkward.”

“How?” Dean raises an eyebrow. “We’re family, dude. Jack misses you, Sam misses you, and Eileen’s been hanging around, and me…” Dean clamps his mouth shut.

That’s why.

“Things aren’t going to be the same. Not after…” Cas takes a deep breath. “What I said. We won’t be able to ignore it.”

“Then we won’t.”

“Dean--”

“You don’t know?” Dean’s eyebrows furrow. “You don’t know. Okay. I, uh…” The screen turns black.

“You what?” Cas is almost afraid to know.

“I didn’t want you to see this.”

The blackness unfurls into Billie’s library, Dean standing in front of her. They’re clearly in the middle of a conversation.

“What do you want me to say?” Memory-Dean asks. “Doesn’t matter. I don’t matter. ”

“Don’t you?” Billie replies.

“I couldn’t save Mom. I couldn’t save Cas. I can’t even save a scared little kid. Sam keeps trying to fix it, but I just keep dragging him down. So I’m not going to beg. Okay, if it’s my time, it’s my time.”

“Dean--” Cas starts, but Dean just looks at the floor, like he’s trying to avoid this.

“You really believe that,” Billie says. “You wanna die.”

“When was this?” Cas asks, speaking over the rest of Billie’s statement.

“It was...right before we, uh, got the call from you. That you were back.” Dean leans his head all the way up, looks at what would be the movie theater’s ceiling, if it wasn’t in the void. “I had a bad time. I…I would show it to you. But I don’t want you to see me like that. I held it together enough to wrap your body and burn it…”

“Hunter’s funeral.”

“Only kind I know how to do.” Dean swallows, audibly. “I’m doing what I can now. Having Jack to take care of, and Eileen around, too, helps. But it’s…” He finally looks at Cas again. “Please let me take you home. Please come home with me.”

Cas would do anything for Dean Winchester. He has done anything for him before. So he will grant him this, at least the illusion, because Cas knows he can’t leave the Empty. He’s trapped here for eternity.

He takes Dean’s hand.

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There is a little boy crawling on him.

“Daddy,” the boy says, poking his face, “I know you’re awake.”

“Jack,” Dean says, from somewhere up above, “Cas is still sleeping.”

Cas blinks rapidly. “‘M not.”

“Shouldn’t’ve said that.” Dean releases Jack, and Jack fully clambers onto Cas.

“I missed you,” Jack says.

“I missed you too.” Cas holds onto him, tight. He’s so small, like he’s supposed to be. A kid. Safe.

Cas thinks he might be in Dean’s bed.

The bunker, he discovers, looks much the same. He was gone for four months, in which time Dean and Sam took care of Chuck, Jack became a kid, and Eileen became a permanent fixture. When Dean and Sam aren’t looking, she signs to Cas, “He already looks better.”

“Who, Dean?” Cas signs back.

Eileen nods. “He had a pretty bad time.”

Dean turns around then, and Eileen presses a finger to her lips.

There’s not a quiet moment for the rest of the day. Sam explains what happened--”You might be human now,” he says, and Cas replies, “I’m not tired yet.”--and Jack wants Cas to read to him and play Barbies and racecars and puppets (apparently Dean built Jack’s little puppet theater, which--).

After dinner (spaghetti and meatballs, and Dean has a Coke instead of beer, Cas notices), everyone goes off to bed, and Cas realizes he is tired, which is something to think about.

He starts to head to the room he typically stays in, but Dean seizes the top of his arm. “Nope, you’re coming with me.” Dean drags Cas down the hall towards his room.

Cas hadn’t gotten a good luck at it earlier, what with Jack climbing all over him, but he sees it now. Dean’s bed unmade, scraps of random paper littered across the dresser, a picture Cas recognizes because he and Dean are wearing cowboy hats, and now he knows how Dean was really doing right before that case in Dodge City--

There’s also a dent in the wall. That’s new.

Dean follows Cas’s gaze. “I chucked a whiskey bottle at it. Sam took the rest of my stash the next day.” Dean steps over, brushing the drywall’s cracks with his fingers. “I didn’t fix it up so I wouldn’t forget.”

I couldn’t save Cas. I can’t even save a scared little kid. Sam keeps trying to fix it, but I just keep dragging him down. So I’m not going to beg. Okay, if it’s my time, it’s my time.

“Dean,” Cas says, “Tell me in words.”

“What?” Dean turns away from the wall. “Tell you what?”

“You know.”

Dean swallows, licks his lips. “I’d say don’t ever do that again on the whole dying thing, but I said that to you once and you didn’t listen. And maybe if I say it the right way now, you’ll stay, but…” Dean slumps, sits on the bed. “You can’t leave again.”

Cas touches the wall himself before sitting next to Dean on the bed. “I’m not going to.” He isn’t sure if he’s allowed to touch Dean.

Dean touches him instead, leaning into Cas, finding one of Cas’s hands, holding it tight. He’s crying, Cas realizes. “I love you,” Dean says into their joined hands, then his chest wracks with a sob. “I was always so sure that if--” another sob, “If I said it, you’d leave. Get taken away from me.”

“I’m not going to leave,” Cas repeats.

He isn’t sure how long they sit like that, but Dean finally straightens up, lets go of Cas’s hand, wipes his eyes with the back of his own. “Pajamas,” Dean says, standing and crossing to the dresser. “We gotta get you some of your own, but…” He digs a pair of sweats out of the drawer and tosses them to Cas. “These’ll do for tonight.”

Cas doesn’t ask if he can stay. Dean doesn’t ask him to leave.

With the lights out, it’s pitch black, almost as inky as the Empty, but Cas can hear Dean breathing, so close to him. The bed is almost too small for both of them, so they’re nearly chest-to-chest. Hardly ever have they been this close. Never did Cas dare to dream it.

In the dark, under the covers, the world outside of this room, Dean kisses him. It’s flat, soft, a brush of lips, the barest ghost, but it’s enough. More than enough.

Cas is home.

[dmsden]

Campaign Sorcery - Scrapbook

Hullo, Gentle Readers, and welcome to another Campaign Sorcery article. In these articles, I offer little ideas on how to “tszuj” your campaign – little tips to make things just a bit more memorable. In this month's article, I'm offering you a way to literally hold onto those memories – a scrapbook.

The first time I had I campaign scrapbook was in a campaign I ran in 2nd edition. I used to keep a large book of notepaper on the table that we called the Pad of Secrets. My players would write me notes about what spells they'd prepared for the day, or things they wanted to do without the rest of the party seeing. Because I had a number of artists gaming with me, there would often be doodles on these notes, or some of them would just grab a piece of paper from the pad and do little drawings. At the end of the night, there would often be a half-dozen or more little pieces of art...pictures of monsters, or the characters, or what have you.

I didn't want to throw these away – they were ephemera of my campaign after all. I had an old photo album with nothing in it, so I started taping the pictures in there. When I created notes that the PCs found, they went in there too, as did my own illustrations of various NPCs. I also printed out or photocopied pictures that made me think of people and places from the campaign. Before I knew it, we had a scrapbook.

In these days of the internet, a scrapbook may seem incredibly old-fashioned, but, while you can capture images on a website or wiki or what have you, a scrapbook can hold so much more. If a particular flower or plant is important to the campaign, you can dry and press it, then add it to your scrapbook. Badges, buttons, swatches of cloth, pennets from a Renn Faire...any of these could be added to your scrapbook to give it elements of a real document of a fantasy experience.

You can use tricks from other articles to add realism to your scrapbook. You can age and wrinkle pages using the tricks from the documents article. Or soak some of the documents in tea and let them dry to give them an interesting scent. Use a mug to put a good “Ale” ring on a page, or use fake blood to add a smear. You can even use a kitchen blowtorch to burn the edges of some of the pages. Anything can add to the overall atmosphere of the piece.

Imagine opening your book long after the campaign is finished to find notes about how the Rogue was plotting to embarrass the Bard at the Queen's Gala. Or see notes about how the Paladin was quietly giving donations in the Warlock's name, praying for their redemption. Even some notes about what the Ranger is buying for supplies for the trip into the Jungles of Chult could stir up some fun memories when you look at them down the road.

It doesn't just have to be a record of the in-game happenings. Sometimes players pass notes to one another asking totally out of game questions. Those can be funny to include, too. Was there a kind of beer or soda that everyone was drinking during the game? Include a label or a coaster or some other memorabilia. Did everyone order from the same Chinese restaurant every week? Include a take-out menu. The goal is to revive memories when you or your players look back at that book.

Every once in a while, I pull the book out and look through it. I chuckle over in-jokes, sigh at memories of heroic or tragic moments, and get inspired to either rework storylines or to do a similar story, but in a different way. It can be funny how nostalgia over the past can inspire some cool new ideas for the future.

I hope this article has given you some ideas of your own. Next time, we'll be looking at something to offer your players to remember the campaign by. Until then, stay safe and sane.

[rebeccccccaaa]

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ғʀᴀᴛʙᴏʏ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs x sʜʏ-ɪsʜ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴀᴜ (ɪɴᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇᴅ ɪ ɢᴜᴇss)

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: (two part series!) You’re starting to struggle in class and decide to ask your professor for some tutoring or extra classes to boost your  grade. He ends up assigning the last person you’d expect to tutor you. (is it really a surprise though?)

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: cw: talking about a car accident and infertility

smut 18+  (praise kink, dirty talk, oral fem receiving, hair pulling, marking, choking, slight spanking if you squint, slight bondage), major aftercare, fluff? This is pretty filthy lmao. 

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ᴀ/ɴ: Thank you so much for all the love in the last part! I was truly expecting maybe about 20 likes but so far its gotten over 100! Thank you for being so nice to me on my first ever post and hope you enjoy part 2!

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For the next two or so weeks you avoid Bucky like the bubonic plague. You didn’t exactly hate the fact that he kissed, but he was your tutor. Isn’t that inappropriate? Let alone him being a part of a frat house. It wouldn’t be a good mix.

One good thing though is that your overall grade in class has gone up since your tutor sessions with Bucky so at least it wasn’t for nothing. He’s tried to talk to you in class a couple times when you didn't go to him but ended up giving up when you began showing up right when class started or going out of your way to even go near him. 

Again, you didn’t hate him; hell you weren’t mad anymore, but you still avoided at all costs. It’s totally not because you're scared you’ll actually fall for him. How could someone like Bucky even look your way? Maybe he just wanted to get into your pants like all the boys in the house.

You didn’t tell Natasha that Bucky kissed but she could definitely tell that something was up. You were usually at Bucky’s frat house on weekdays but you’ve been canceling sessions every night since the incident. 

One night you were studying alone in your apartment and Natasha was pacing around on her phone. She was dressed to go to a frat party tonight but it seems maybe her ride isn’t available. You wonder why she can’t herself when she has a car.

“Hey Y/n,” Nat crept up to you.

“Yes,” you drew out.

“Would maybe, possibly, perhaps, might be able to be my DD?” she asked.

“Your what?”

“My designated driver. Wanda has a family emergency; her and her brother flew out like an hour ago and I haven’t been able to find anyone to pick me up.”

“I can drop you off and pick you up,” you offered. You’d rather stay up late in case she wants to come home than stay at the party all night, especially if she finds another bed to stay in till morning. 

“I mean you could do that but would it be more fun to actually party for once. Come on babe you’re too uptight, you need to have fun especially with how hard you’re working in school right now.”

“Nat, you know that’s not my scene.”

“Just stay with me. Or Bucky I’m sure he wouldn’t mind hanging with you tonight,” she suggestively, bringing confusion to your face.

“Huh?”

“Oh nothing Just come with me please? If it gets too much text me and I’ll let you know if I need a ride back home.”

“Actually?” you asked.

“Pinky promise.”

“Ok give me like 5 mins.”

You ran to your  room and picked out an outfit you felt sexy but comfortable in; I mean if you were going to inevitably run into Bucky at this party might as well look presentable right? When you came out ready, Nat whistled, hyping you up and felt your face heat up a bit. 

“Stop, let’s just go,” you averted.

You arrived at the house music booming from down the street. People outside drinking from red solo cups, cars already picking up drunks and dropping people off to get said drunk. You hastily parked the car and Nat grabbed your hand and pulled you close as you guys walked to the party. You weren’t going to lie, you were really nervous.

You heard stories about these parties but you were trying to convince yourself that they may be exaggerated somewhat but still didn’t do much for your nerves. When you walked you eyes almost immediately locked with Bucky’s. To say he was shocked to see you at a frat party was for sure an understatement.

Bucky began to move through the crowd to meet up with you but when he got to the entrance it was like you disappeared. Disappointed, he returned to the mini bar where the drinks were all held, where Steve served the drinks. Asked for a beer.

“How’s it going, man?” Steve asked.

“She’s here.”

“Nat? I really think there's something between us. I’m thinking about asking her on a proper date you know?”

“Really? That’s awesome, but I’m talking ‘bout Y/n,” Bucky clarified.

“What? I thought she hated parties.” 

“I did too.”

As if on queue, you tapped Bucky on the shoulder.

“Hi.”

“Hey, what on earth are you doing here?”

“Nat needed a designated driver and Wanda and her brother are out of town.”

“Yeah Pietro lives here in the house, Steve drove him and Wanda to the airport a couple hours ago.”

You nodded your head and things got awkward again, but then again what’s new with that.

“Do you want anything to drink?”

“I can’t drink.”

“Oh right. Do we have soda?”

“We coke for the rum but you can take a can.”

“Thanks Steve,” you took a can of coke from him. 

You and Bucky and Steve all held wholesome conversation for a little  bit then Nat came and whisked him away. Bucky was put on bar duty from then on and you decided to keep him company until Nat was ready to go home. But so far from the way Steve and her were dancing together you didn’t think Nat was gonna wanna go home.

You asked Bucky how long Steve and Nat have had their little thing and apparently it’s been going on for awhile. You had sneaking suspicion that they were together in some way but since Nat never brought it up you didn’t want to bug her. It was pretty easy to figure out though considering she didn’t come home some nights.

They’re good together though and you hope they make it official soon.

Talking to Bucky, you felt a hand brush against but when you looked no one was there. You figured it was just getting crowded. After a couple of hours you decided to text Nat to see where she was. When she didn’t respond, you took it upon yourself to call her.

“Nat where did you go?”

“I'm in the car,” she slurred.

“What! You can’t be driving! How did you even get the keys?” you yelled.

“I snatched them from you when you and Bucky were flirting with each other. Steve couldn’t  find his keys so I took yours,” she shouted into the phone.

“When did you- whatever, is he sober?” you asked.

“Yeah and I am not even that dru-,” she hiccuped. 

“Nat…” you warned. 

“Steve is my boyfriend and we’re clean. I’ll be safe; it’s not like I can have kids anyway.”

“Nat.” When you moved in together at the beginning of the year, you noticed one time her grabbing her lower stomach in discomfort and offered her any products for her period. She told you she doesn’t get one and being the dumbass you are you asked why. She told you when she was a teenager she got into a car accident that caused extreme internal bleeding causing Nat to become infertle. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean it like that,” you apologized.

“It’s ok babe. If anything you be safe.”

“She can’t see you, babygirl,” you heard Steve say and laughed out loud.

“Oh! I’m winking!” she shouted.

“Oh my god. Whatever,” you rolled your eyes.

“Anyways buh-bye, girly!” she hung up the phone.

“What happened?” Bucky came up behind you. You looked over at the bar and saw Bruce bar-keeping.

“Nat took the fucking car with Steve.”

“Why didn’t he use my car?”

“She said he couldn’t find the keys and I guess it was easier to just steal from me when I wasn’t looking.”

“Wow, ok. Stealth much?”

“Right? She’s like a Russian spy,” you laughed.

“Well, you probably need a ride then,” Bucky brought up.

“I don’t know if I wanna go home knowing Steve is probably gonna be railing her into the next dimension.”

“Yeah, you can spend the night here. I can sleep on the floor.”

“Really?” 

“Yeah it’s not a problem. We probably have an air mattress hiding somewhere.”

“Thanks Buck. well since I’m not going anywhere I guess I could have a drink now.”

“What’ll it be?”

You drank a couple beers feeling the alcohol beginning to flow effortlessly through your veins. The music was still booming through the house and you found yourself getting lost to the rhythm. You made your way to where everyone was also dancing and let the music guide your body sensually. 

You didn’t notice it yet but Bucky was staring completely in love with the way you were moving. He’d never seen you in this kind of environment and definitely not in the clothing you were wearing. You looked truly sexy even more so dancing the way you were dancing; like you had control over everything in the world.

You soon felt a pair of hands circle around to your waist instantly knowing who they belong to. Bucky moved his hips snug against your backside perfectly fitting with you. You let your head lean back feeling Bucky breathe against your neck.  

“You driving me crazy, doll,” Bucky whispered against your ear.

You shivered at his words. 

“Please, let me show you how fucking stunning you are,” he moved his hands towards the front of your hips.

“What?” you turned around. You hadn’t expected Bucky to want to do anything with you.

“I can make you feel so good. You deserve it.”

“Bucky-”

“Do you want me to make you feel good?”

“I do,” you whined as he rubbed his hands against your lower back, pulling you so close.

He kissed you too softly, barely touching your lips, as he grabbed your hands and led to his room upstairs.  

When you reached his room, the back of his knees hit the bed and he sat while your knees went to either side of his thighs. God his thighs. His hands went up your shirt grazing your bare skin with his fingertips as you continued to makeout sloppily. 

“Can I take this off?” he asked, tugging your shirt.

“Please, yes please.”

Your arms went over your head and Bucky slowly kissed the exposed skin as your shirt inched higher and higher up until he tossed it to the side. The straps of your bra left off shoulders and Bucky continued to kiss any exposed skin on your body. Your hands ran through his hair and you tugged his strands earning a moan in return.

You tugged at his shirt as well and he complied quickly getting rid of his shirt and throwing it to the side. Bucky hands ran over your bottom and you jumped off him nearly ripping your bottoms off your body. You heard bucky chuckled as he too took the opportunity to take his pants off leaving him in boxers and nothing else.

“I want to taste you baby girl,” Bucky bit at your ear.

Your body tensed a bit because although you were not a virgin, you were not that experienced, especially compared to Bucky. 

“Is that ok? I’m sorry, we don’t have to do anything. I don’t want you to regret anything, princess. We can stop.”

“No! I don’t want to stop. No one’s just ever wanted to do that, you know,” you whispered feeling a bit overwhelmed.

“Oh baby, what kinda shit boys were you with? Let me show how good a woman is supposed to feel, got it?”

You swallowed hard, but nodded of course. 

Bucky picked you up and gently laid you down onto the bed. His hands rubbed your thighs softly and he kissed your stomach ever so softly. He was trying his very hardest to make sure you were comfortable and relaxed as much as possible. Bucky traced the lining of your underwear and looked to you once again to make sure everything was ok by you. You nodded but that wasn’t enough for Bucky.

“Words, baby. I wanna hear you say it,” he whispered, lips against your inner thigh. 

“Bucky,” you whined.

“Come on, baby. Use your words like a big girl,” he snickered.

“Please, touch me, Bucky. I want you to use your mouth on me like you promised.”

“There ya go,” he said pulling your underwear down your legs.

He slowly opened your legs and kissed your inner thigh leaving a dark purple mark for him to see and him only. When he was satisfied with the marks he left on your inner thighs he licked a slow and wet line against your pussy. Your hips instantly bucked into his face and your hands flew to his hair.

You tugged at his hair again and released a grunt from Bucky, the vibrations from his mouth pleasuring you even more. Bucky brought his fingers to your hole and he continued circling his tongue around your clit making you moan and arch your back. 

He entered a finger into you and then another. You were already beginning to feel full from just his fingers alone, you couldn’t wait until he was able to fuck you balls deep. Your orgasm was approaching quicker than you anticipated, your toes curled and your back arched off the bed. Your heels dug into Bucky’s back but he simply continued to eat you out until you finally peaked.

“Bucky!” you shouted his name in pleasure.

“That’s it baby girl. You're my good girl, right?”

“Yes, I’m your good girl. Oh god, I’m cumming,” you moaned.

Bucky helped you ride out your first orgasm of the night completely enamored by your beauty. When you finally came down from you high you reached for Bucky pulling him into a heated kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue and moaned into his mouth. You pulled him closer and sat up moving him to sit his back against his headboard.

“I don’t know what I want to do more, return the favor or ride you until my legs shake.”

“You can return the favor another time. Let me see you ride my dick, doll,” Bucky growled. Another time?

You crawled onto Bucky’s lap after he discarded his boxers letting his dick spring up, the tip red from lack of attention. It shocked you if you were being honest, it was so… big. 

“Is that gonna fit?” you asked genuinely.

“Yeah, it will; but if it hurts too much you tell me to stop ok?” you nodded.

Bucky reached behind your back and unclasped your bra only to toss it to wherever the rest of your clothes were. His hands caressing your breasts; thumbs rubbing over your sensitive nipples, sending chills throughout your body. He kissed along your collarbone to your neck to your jaw before whispering in your ear.

“I have to grab a condom from the bathroom, baby girl. Sorry,” he began to move you.

“Why are you sorry?” you stopped him.

“I don’t wanna ruin the mood but safety is important before anything else.”

You weren’t gonna lie that actually kinda shocked you; and turned you on even more. You had completely forgotten about having a condom. You were on the pill but that doesn't mean you shouldn’t still use a condom. Bucky was back in no time and you took the condom from him wanting to put it on for him. Bucky moaned as you wrapped his dick and soon enough you were ready to go, arousal practically dripping down your inner thighs.

Bucky’s hand lid up to the back of your neck as you slid down his cock; both moaning at the feeling. You took a second to move but when you did things practically fell into pace. You quickly found a good rhythm for the both of you and soon enough you felt yourselves growing near climax.

Bucky’s hands gripped at your ass, grunting and moaning at the feeling of your walls gliding in and out of you. He smacked your ass leaving a slight red-ish mark for you to admire later. You pulled him closer, if that was even possible, burying your face in between Bucky’s neck and shoulder. 

“I can feel ya getting close, baby. Fucking squeezing me. Feels so good, princess.”

“I'm gonna come, I’m so close.”

“Don’t come until I say so. Hold it, I know you can. Be my good little girl and fucking hold it.”

You sucked and kissed and licked his neck leaving little marks not nearly as big as the ones he was leaving all over you. Soon enough you felt the coil building in the pit of your stomach snap and you moaned so loud into Bucky’s ear, he almost came from hearing your moans.

“Sorry I literally screamed in your ear.”

“I told you not to come until I say so.”

“Sorry, I couldn’t hold it anymore. You felt too good,” you whispered, barely audible.

“That doesn’t matter. I told you to hold it,” Bucky got off the bed and reached for his pants. You got so scared that he was going to leave; terrified. But instead he took his belt he was wearing and stalked back towards you. Oh how the butterflies in your stomach fluttered right now.

“Arms up baby girl. You don’t get to touch me now.”

You complied, your stomach fluttering immensely at the mere thought of what Bucky was going to  do with you now. When he finished looping the belt around the headboard of the bed his hands ran along your entire body kissing here and there until back up to you. 

“Too tight?” you shook your head.

“Perfect. Winter; say the word and I stop,” he kissed passionately, sliding back in you, pussy sensitive from orgasming twice tonight. 

Bucky didn’t take as much time as you did before starting to slam into you over and over again. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, toes curling in themselves, tears brimming your eyes. Bucky fingers dug into your waist surely leaving more marks for you in the morning. 

His hand came up to wrap around your neck and squeezed ever so slightly.

“Feel good? My little fucking slut, whining and wiggling under me,” Bucky said, more to himself than anything.

“Fuck-” you moaned. You wrists rubbing against the belt, trying to pull away so you could touch Bucky.

“What is it? You wanna touch me,” Bucky’s hand squeezed a bit more and you moaned even louder, legs wrapping around his waist pulling him closer that way.

“Oh good please Bucky, let me touch you!”

“Uh-uh, bad girls don’t get what they want. If you want to touch me you have to beg me like the good little whore you are,” Bucky growled.

“Fuck Bucky please, I’ll do anything for you just me let me touch you. Please, please, please!”

“Tell me your mine.”

“I’m yours, Buck. All fucking yours. No one else’s!”

“No one is ever gonna fuck as good as I do. Your mine.”

“Yes! I’m yours, oh god,” you moaned.

Bucky was extremely close to cumming and so were you so he undid the belt with one hand skillfully and your arms wrapped around his body pulling as close to you as humanly possible. Your hands ran through his hair and pulled hard as you both fell over the edge. Bucky settled between your legs for a minute kissing your breasts, your chest heaving trying to catch your breath. 

Bucky got up and discarded the condoms making sure there were no tears or rips considering how rough he’d been with you. He didn’t intend to be rough at first but his mind was so clouded with you he practically lost control; but you didn’t mind not one bit. 

Bucky came back with bottled water from a small refrigerator he kept in the corner of his room and held you back and head as you brought the water to your lips. After satisfying your dry and hoarse throat, Bucky picked you up and set down on his bathroom counter, the cold of the marble counter in extreme contrast to your hot skin. 

He cleaned you up and inspected your wrists making sure you weren’t hurt; although they were quite red and would probably hurt in the morning. Lastly, he grabbed a wipe and cleaned the remaining mess of makeup you had put on the night before speaking up again.

“Was I too rough? I didn’t mean to be,” Bucky caressing the sides of your waist. You shocked your head no; the face with a blissfully fucked out expression and a smile making Bucky chuckle. He rubbed your skin with lotion to ease any irritation anything may have caused and kissed the marks he made during sex. He admits that he really likes seeing you marked up by him knowing he’s the only one who gets to see them and make them. Makes him proud that he was able to fuck so good and you loved it too.

He picked you up and took you to bed; kissing you all over one last time before letting you fall asleep in his arms. The last thing you heard before you fell asleep was Bucky whispering about how good were to him, calling you his good little girl; rubbing your back ever so softly putting you to sleep.

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You woke the next morning arms and legs tangled with another. You turn your head to find Bucky Barnes’ face tucked into your neck soft breaths tickling your skin. You rubbed his arms and back, nails lightly scratching him causing him to stir a bit.

Bucky pressed soft kisses against your skin and rested his large warm hands on your ass and thighs. You felt the urge to use the restroom and haven’t going last night, you figured you should as soon as possible. Prying your mildly sweaty body from his was obviously unsuccessful with how much stronger he was compared to you. His legs moved further in between your thighs and he began kissing your chest making you giggle in return.

“Bucky, I have to use the restroom,” you grabbed his face.

“Oh, sorry,” he chuckled and released his hold on you, not without whining of course.

You ran into his bathroom and shut the door. When you turned around you gasped realizing how marked up you were. Dark purple spots littered all over your chest and neck. Your wrists were bright red from the belt he used last night; however they didn’t hurt, a bit sore but not painful. Your thighs were also decorated with love bites and hickeys from Bucky last night and you smiled to yourself.

After you used the bathroom you cleaned yourself as well as possible but admittedly needed a shower in the end. You opened the door only to find Bucky, grinning like a little boy. You folded your hands underneath your chin evidently hiding your body with your arms as much as you could. 

Bucky came up to you and placed his hands on your waist kissing the top of your head before turning you around to look at yourself in the bathroom mirror. His body was flush against your and you could feel his dick sitting against your ass and lower back. His face came up and rested on your shoulder then grabbed your hands to wrap them behind his head and yours. 

You played with his hair a bit feeling so confident and loved by the affection Bucky has been giving since you came into his room. His hands ran across your body everywhere they could reach before making eye contact with you in the mirror.

“Look at you, goddamn.”

“What?” you chuckled.

“Do you see what I’m seeing?”

You shook your head, feeling incredibly shy suddenly.

“Look how  fucking beautiful and gorgeous and perfect you are. Geez, I can’t even handle it.” 

You laughed out at how dramatic he was being.

“Goddamn, I could stare at your perfect body all fucking day,” he whispered, it wasn’t in a sensual tone however. It was almost like he was saying to himself, like he actually wanted to do as such.

“Please stay,” he asked you.

“Are you ok?” you sensed he was being incredibly serious, almost about to cry even.

His sad painted with sadness, eyes begging you to stay with him for the day. He wanted something with you.he wanted to be yours and hoped to God that you’d be his in return.

“Stay with me. Please?” you realized you didn’t think he was talking about staying for now, he meant stay with him, as a partner.

“What happened?” you caressed his face in your hands. He lifted you and placed you on the counter Like he did the night before, settling his hips in between your legs.

“They always leave,” he whispered.

“Who? ”

“I didn’t want to just sleep around with girls anymore so I started talking to them and taking them out but every time the night we had sex, they would always leave. I tried talking to them the next day but they always said they didn’t want anything out of it. So I stopped having sex altogether.” 

Your heart ached for him. You didn’t want to do that to him. Of course you thought about it, but that was clearly before you realized Bucky wanted to be with you.

“I won’t leave.”

“We can stay in my room all day. You don’t even have to get out of bed. I can grab a couple game consoles from downstairs and we play on the tv. We order breakfast. I’ll wash your clothes. We have a washing machine in the basement,” Bucky said excitedly, you smiled excited as well for your day with Bucky.

“Can we take a shower first?” you asked.

“Yes of course, let’s take a shower.”

“Let’s?” you wiggled your eyebrows.

“Of course. Maybe we can pop in a couple rounds while we’re at it,” Bucky winked.

“Bucky!”

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Ok, all done. :) Hope you liked it and maybe give it a little like or reblog? You don’t have  to though lol

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Texas Heat

Alpha!Tommy x omega!Reader (AFAB). When you find yourself trapped within the Hewitt family’s web of murder, violence and pain, the last thing you expect to do is fall in love.

Part One / Part Two / Part Three

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The Texas sun beats mercilessly down on the back of your neck, the air thick and slow as dark molasses. You tied your sweater around your waist, but even that was too much for your sweating skin, so now it just hangs limply from your fingers.

 You manage to hitch a lift from a family of three on a cross-state road trip – the parents were both betas, the little girl in the back unpresented. You tell them you’re heading back to college from visiting your family, that your car packed up some three miles back. You also tell them you’re a beta. Two truths and a lie.

 They pull into a small gas station in Travis County called Cele Community Centre to fill up, while you step inside the sore to ask to use the phone. A middle-aged woman with cats-eye spectacles stands behind the counter, a couple of leather-clad bikers sitting at a table littered with beer bottles.

 The phone’s busted, but when you explain about your car, she offers a different option. Her brother’s got a tow truck – he could go pick up your car and bring it back for repair. It’s too good an offer to refuse, so you wave goodbye to the beta family and take a seat in the diner. The woman – Luda May Hewitt, she introduces herself – gives you a soda on the house and asks you about yourself. You tell her about your parents, your brother in the army, your little sister about to graduate high school. By the time her brother arrives – a unkempt, bespectacled man she calls Monty – you feel as though you’ve been talking to a matronly aunt for the past hour. She’s kind, with good old-fashioned Southern values, and so when she asks if you’d like to join them for supper, you accept. Monty says your car needs a new valve or something, which he has back at the homestead, so you hop in the cab of his truck next to Luda May.

 The Hewitt family home is a large farmhouse, with sprawling fields surrounding and a dilapidated garage. Monty parks up in the front yard and disappears, presumably to find the missing piece for your car. You shoulder your bag and follow Luda May inside the house. It’s not particularly clean, but your mother raised you to be polite, so you accept some sweet tea and some homemade biscuits.

 Shortly, another man appears in the kitchen – this one younger and more well-presented than Monty - who introduces himself as Sheriff Hoyt. A rough, brutish scent of alpha pheromones follows him through the door, but you know by instinct its not from him.

 “Tommy,” he says, glancing over his shoulder at a hulking figure beyond the doorway. “Come say hello to our guest.”

 The person who steps into the room has to be the largest man you’ve never seen. Not only is he tall – at least six and a half feet – but he’s also broad; wide shoulders, muscular arms, and a chest like a barrel. Despite the suppressants you’ve been careful to keep concealed in your bag, your glands tingle pleasantly as his scent washes over you. Your nose recognises earth, leather and sweat, but your finer-tuned olfactory senses catch hints of sandalwood, charcoal, and the unmistakable metallic tang of blood. You contribute this to the butcher’s apron he’s wearing tied around his thick waist – the dark brown stains a clear indication of animal slaughter. While this doesn’t exactly strike you as comforting, you can’t deny his scent is . . . appealing.

 You focus on his face for just a moment, not wanting to stare. His dark hair is long and wavy, most of his face concealed beneath a crude leather mask, revealing only his eyes, forehead and a small glimpse of chapped lips. The space where his nose would be beneath the mask is strangely flat, leading you to suspect some kind of physical deformity. His shadowed eyes catch yours and you look away in embarrassment.

 “This here’s Thomas, my boy,” Luda May says. “Tommy, meet Y/N.”

 “Hey,” you rise to your feet and hold out a hand. Even at your full height, you barely come up to his chest. “Nice to meet you, Thomas.”

 He doesn’t speak or move to shake your hand, but his right-hand fingers flex at his side, so you can tell he wants to. Moreover, you can smell it on him. The pheromones he’s giving off betray his interest, and your face flushes at the thought that such an impressive alpha’s attention is directed at you. Eventually, you lower your hand and return to your seat, taking a sip of tea to hide your awkwardness.

 “So,” Hoyt says, sitting down opposite you and placing his hat on the table. “Y/N, what are you?”

 You know what he’s trying to say, even if the question comes across as a little rude.

 “I’m a beta, sir,” you say.

 “Seems the whole dang state’s beta these days,” he says, leaning back and accepting a glass of tea from Luda May. “Tommy’s pretty much the only alpha ‘round these parts, and as for omegas, forget it.”

 Praying that your suppressants are doing their job, you nod along with his words and try not to focus on Thomas, who’s still standing like a full-door draft excluder in the corridor. You wonder if his senses are strong enough to tell that you’re lying. Surely if they were, he’d say something, wouldn’t he? Such a big strong alpha like him, wouldn’t be able to help himself.

 Big strong alpha . . .

 The thought makes you shiver slightly, and you notice Thomas shift where he stands. Covering your neck as casually as you can with one hand, you pretend to be intently interested in what Hoyt is saying. As he’s illustrating the hardships of being the county’s only sheriff, Monty appears, wiping his hands on a dirty rag.

 “Well, hope you didn’t have nowhere to be anytime soon, ‘cause that tin can sure ain’t going without a new carburetor.”

 Your heart sinks – the car was a gift from your parents when you got into UT, and you’d taken good care of it since. How had it sustained so much damage without you realising?

 “D’you know where I can get a new one?”

 He blows his cheeks out. “Nowhere ‘round here. Next town, maybe; ‘bout twenty miles north.”

 You mentally count the small handful of notes folded in your wallet – your mom had given you $50 to get back to college, enough for fuel and food along the way, plus extra to stay in a motel. Certainly not enough for such a hefty repair.

 “Course,” Hoyt says, a strange smile playing at the corner of his lips, “Uncle Monty’d be more’n happy to drive through for one tomorrow, wouldn’t ya, Monty?”

 Monty nods slowly. “Be my pleasure.”

 A strange tension has fallen over the small room, setting the hairs on the back of your neck a-prickle. Hoyt’s eyes are burning into you with a fierce intensity, almost . . . hunger, Monty bearing a smile, too leery to be comforting. You’re wondering if you’ve made a mistake in coming here, when Thomas moves from the shadows, his scent passing over you. Your shoulders drop a little, his presence proving an inexplicable reassurance to you. You know it’s your hormones talking; with such an alpha nearby, you’re safe. It takes a nudge from the logical side of your brain to remind you that biology is not fact, and you could be very, very far from safe with these people.

 You clear your throat, mouth suddenly dry.

 “Well, that’s awful kind of you. Is there, um . . . a motel or something I could stay at tonight?”

 “Motel?” Luda May laughs. “Don’t be so silly, honey – you’ll stay here.”

 You turn to look at her, her warm, motherly gaze refilling some of the certainly draining from you. Maybe you’re just being paranoid. After all, you’re a young woman – an omega, no less – so it’s no wonder that Hoyt and Monty might act strangely around you, whether they realise it or not. As for Thomas, well . . .

 “I don’t want to be a bother, ma’am.”

 “Oh hush, you’re no bother at all, and call me Luda.” She takes an old apron from a hook on the wall and nods towards the door. “Tommy’ll show you to the spare room and then you can help me start dinner.”

 Thomas looks as surprised by the idea of being alone with you as you are, his gargantuan posture stiffening. His eyes flit from Luda May to you, unsure of what to do.  

 “Go on, boy, m’sure she don’t bite,” Hoyt chuckles.

 But does he? Your mind races as you lift your bag and follow Thomas from the kitchen. His heavy footsteps make the floorboards shake as he ascends the stairs, decidedly not looking anywhere in your direction. The room he takes you to is small, barely more than a box room, with a narrow cot bed, a chest of drawers, and a dirty sink built into the wall. The white ceramic has been long since hidden beneath a layer of brown grime, and the light from the window is filtered through what looks like years of dirt.

 You turn your head to thank Thomas, but the words die on your tongue when you see how close he is. His chest is heaving, and you suspect he’s . . . smelling you. Shit. You remember the mace your mom forced you to take with you, stowed safely away at the bottom of your pack. There’s no way you could get to it before he could grab you. He’s so big – his hands could easily encompass your entire head – you’re sure he could do irreparable damage without breaking so much as a sweat. His eyes – how had you not noticed how blue they are? – are fixed on you, all trace of shyness gone. You raise a hand – to do what, you’ve no idea – and stifle a shriek when he takes hold of your arm with surprising agility. Your blood stills as he lifts your wrist to his face, the air whistling through his nostrils beneath the mask as he breathes in your scent. He must know – there’s no way he can’t. He must either be the strongest alpha you’ve ever encountered, or on the brink of his rut, to detect your omega scent through your suppressants. Or both.

 Part of you wants to run, to scream for help, but you can’t; your legs won’t move.

 “Please . . .” you whisper, though you’re not entirely sure what you’re pleading for. Your eyes meet for one long, electrifying moment.

 “Tommy, get down here! We got trespassers!”

 Thomas drops your hand like it’s scalding hot, disappearing from the room and down the stairs after Hoyt’s harsh commands. You stand rooted to the spot, your heart beating a brand against your ribcage, and the bed creaks ominously beneath you as you drop down onto it. Fishing in your bag, you pull out the thin blister pack of pills, swallowing one dry. You have enough to get you safely back to Austin – you’ll just have to hope your stay here is a short one.

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Comments are greatly appreciated because I’m a needy little trashbag.

[for-thosewhocare]

Thought I knew you- Chapter One- "Home Sweet California, right?"

“I’m gonna drive around and get a feel for the neighbourhood” I called out to my parents. “Okay be safe! Love you!” mom answers both herself and mama.

To be honest, I was just bored and needed to get out of the house. I couldn’t stay there doing absolutely anything of value. So, I had the thought to go out and look around my new home. Home sweet California, right?

I drove out of Encino and decided to go to Reseda. I'm playing this by ear. I’m looking for something similar to New York. I would go to the City of Angels but the GPS says that that's an hour away. Looks like that trip will have to wait.

I blast my playlist and go late-night sightseeing. This place looks like the Californian Bronx.

That is something that I'd never thought I'd say.

"Where have you been," by Rihanna plays over my speakers as I park in a strip mall for a drink. I close the top and click off the car and speakers. I get out of the car still singing the lyrics as they are embedded into my mind from dance sessions and karaoke parties.

"I've been everywhere, man. Looking for someone. Someone who can please me. Love me all night long," I mumble the song lyrics to myself as I open the door to the store.

"Aren't you gonna wear gloves?" A homeless-looking man asked at the counter as the clerk used his bare hands to take out his pizza.

He's right that was nasty. Not ordering food from here, duly noted.

I move to the back and spot that they have Jarritos and grab a Grapefruit and Fruit Punch. Then I walk over to get a bag of chips, spotting a Latino boy that was about my age looking at medicine. He smiles at me so I return the smile and grab Lays original. He made it to the line before I could. "Pepto. It's for my grandma," he says. "Soda. It's for me," I smile. He laughs at my sorry attempt at a joke.

"Oh come on, what's Spanish for 'Just give me my damn slice?" The man at the counter says. The clerk looks at the boy and says in Spanish what translates to, "Fucking idiot. I bet he has a small dick." I laughed as I understood what he said. It seems the only person who didn't understand was the homeless guy.

"What did you just say? What did he say?" He looks at the boy who seems to know him. "Uhh you don't want to know," the boy says, lowering his initial smile. "I know it was something bad. Just tell me," the man barks at him. "Uh, he said you have a tiny…." The boy trails off as he should get the gist. "He said I have a tiny wang?" The man looks at the clerk.

Who says, "Wang"? What century is he living in?

"Tell him he has a tiny wang,"

Horrible comeback. 0/10.

"I speak English, asshole," the clerk spoke as he held the man's pizza. "Oh really?" The man throws the money and then snatches the pizza and leaves. The clerk goes to pick the money up.

I can't help but chuckle at his fragile masculinity.

"You can go first," the boy steps over to let me pass. "Oh Thank you," I move up and place my stuff on the counter. But before I could, a group of high school-aged boys slammed down 3 cases of beer.

"Id?" They hand him an obviously fake id. The store clerk almost buys it until the boy mentions that they look like they are in high school.

The boys walk out fuming.

"3.50," the clerk says, still annoyed with his previous encounter with the man. I place a 20 on the counter and the clerk bags my stuff. "Put him on my tab too and keep the change," I smile at the clerk and the boy, knowing that he's a good kid even if he just ruined those boys' nights. Not saying that they are not nice people. "Thank you. I'm Miguel, by the way," he says as we walk out together. "Keymora," I smile but quickly drop it when I see the boys from before walk up to us.

"He was about to believe us, then you had to go and ruin it," an Asian boy who seemed to be the leader said. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were trying to buy beer," Miguel stutters. Then the main one pushes him down causing him to drop his bag.

I set my stuff down and prepare to get involved. But I want to see how he handles himself first.

The main boy's friends hype him up. "Ohh, What do we got?" The boy who pushed him says in a taunting tone. "Pepto?" One of the boys says. "Oh shit! Someone has frickin diarrhoea!" A skinny one laughs. "Hey, we should call him 'Rhea!" A bigger boy adds a stupid nickname. Miguel tries to take it back but they slap him away. "Give it back dude. Come on, it's for my grandma," he pleads. "Ohh it's for your grandma? Oh shit sorry dude," the main dude says. "You want it? Then take all that shit man," then pours it all over his head.

This made me angry but no punches were thrown. I’m not too hasty to get involved.

"Bitch," he drops the bottle and begins to walk away. "Asshole," Miguel mutters. "What? What did you say, 'Rhea?" The boy turns around. "I didn't say anything," Miguel stutters. Then a punch is thrown at his stomach. Miguel gets up from the floor and gets pushed into a red car. Before I get involved, the homeless-looking man interjects. "Hey! Watch the car man!" He gets up from his spot where he ate his pizza.

"Who's this dude?" One asks. "Just leave the dork alone," the man says. "What?" The main one says in a threatening tone. "You see this guy? Eating his dinner at the mini-mart like a bum," the skinny one says. "Hey wait, I think I know this guy. He's the jerk off that cleaned my dad's septum tank," the main one taunts. "Ohh that explains why he smells like shit," the bigger one says and they all laugh. "Aw trust me, you guys are pissing off the wrong guy on the wrong day, alright," the man says, stepping closer to the boys.

I wonder if I should get involved? I want to help but…. The last time I fought, it didn't turn out so well.

"Oh really?" The main guy says. "Really,” the man answers. "Get the hell out of here, loser" the main guy pushes him and the man takes a minute to process his next move. Then he kicks his face. The friends of the main guy start coming at him and he blocks and dodges all of the attempts. He kicks them down but they keep coming back. One attempts to tackle him from behind. But I trip him and punch him in the face, falls instantly. His friend comes from my side and tries to pick me up but I flip him over and hit his gut.

He's not getting back up.

The man gets knocked down by the main dude and when I go to help him up, the main kid kicks me off of him with his foot landing in my face. Then the man stands up and sweeps his leg. He quickly gets back up and takes him from behind. He has him in a chokehold. "What's the matter? Having trouble breathing?" The dude says but then gets flipped over and this time he stays down.

I touch my eye and feel blood. His shoe must have cut me.

"Holy shit! How did you do that?" Miguel's eyes darted between the both of us. The main guy gets back up.

"Behind you!" I yell. The man turns around and the kid tries to throw a punch the man grabs his arm then pulls him to a chokehold. "What's the matter? Having trouble breathing?" He taunts him with the same thing he said to him earlier. Police sirens arrive and the sound hurts my head.

"Get off the kid!"

"No! It's not his fault!" Miguel yells.

The officers’ pepper sprays the man and he yells in pain. Then another takes him and throws him into the car. They drive away, ignoring every word Miguel says. He notices I'm on the floor still and helps me up.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Yeah, we should go before they get up," I grab my bag and walk back to the store. I grab some more Pepto and pay. I walk back out and hand it to Miguel. "I probably should have got some napkins," I say walking back to my car. "Need a ride?" I call out to the stunned boy. "You don't have to. I don't want to impose. I'll walk," he insisted. "It's fine. I wasn't doing anything anyway," I smiled and waved him over. He gets in. "Where to?"

He directs me to his complex and I walk with him to his apartment. "Come in, I can clean your cut," he offers. "Why thank you," I curtsy and he opens with a smile. "Miggy! What happened!" A woman with curly hair runs up to him to inspect everything wrong with him. "Nothing mamá. I just ran in with the wrong guys. But she's a lot worse than I am. Can you help me clean her wounds," he points to me. "Oh my, you too? Come sit," she guides me to the table and I sit down. I look around the small apartment. The smell of spice hits my nose like a wrecking ball.

Now, this reminds me of home.

"What happened?" His mom asks as the boy sits next to me. "Well some kids were bullying Miguel and this other man and I fought them off. I'm fine though. Nothing I can't handle," I wince in pain as she applies the peroxide to my cut. "Are you sure you're okay?" She asks once more. "Yeah. I made a new friend," I smile as she wipes the leftover dried blood off my face and places a bandaid over the cut.

It's funny how one cut makes so much blood.

"I'm glad," her warm smile reminds me of my aunt who usually cleans my wounds when I get hurt. "I should probably get going. But I'll see you guys later hopefully," I love this house. I wanna come back every day.

"Yeah. Maybe at school?"

"See you there,"

"I'll walk you to your car," he stands. I know if I say no, he'll just insist. He opens the door for me and we walk out. "Give me your phone," I say with my hand out. He looks at me nervously but gives it to me. I put my number in and called myself. "There, now you have my number," I smile as I get in the car. "Bye Keymora,"

"Catch ya later," I drove home blasting “I should Quit” by JESSICA.

I get home and my parents are already asleep. I drink my grapefruit jarrito and eat my chips while I watch a couple of episodes of New Girl.

Nick Miller, man, Nick Miller.

♤♤♤

West Valley High School.

A school with Encino brats who think they’re the shit.

Otherwise known as, my new school.

I’m not entirely happy about this move but my parent's job calls for it. They seem happy here. California is my mom's hometown, after all. After my grandparents left Cuba, they came here and had my mom who then moved to New York, met my African American father. Then they broke up and my mom, Mirasol Jordan met my mamá, Bianca Ramos.

Or could be the giant raise they got.

Who knows.

I miss New York. It’s my hometown or city, whatever.

This is new and I haven’t heard the best things about Encino brats. But I guess I’m an Encino brat now and the best things aren’t said about New York either. Of course, I’ve had to deal with my own rich brats but I could just go visit my aunt in Harlem. I wonder if there’s a Harlem in the Valley.

Reseda, maybe?

The strip mall looked promising.

I don’t know.

I wake up and move out of my bed and take off my silk gold bonnet. I grab my bag that has nothing but a folder, notebook, a pen and a water bottle. If I’m supposed to have anything else, I wouldn’t know.

I leave my room for the first time this morning and walk down the first staircase, as my room is in the attic.

There are other rooms but the attic is more secluded.

Then I went downstairs and to the kitchen. There’s a note on the counter with my name on it. It read- “Sorry MorMor, we had to leave early. But we made you a breakfast sandwich that’s in the fridge. Have a wonderful first day at school. They're gonna love you! Love mom and dad”

I get the sandwich and my keys and head out. I try not to let the fact that they didn’t say bye bother me. Then I lock the door and get in the little blue convertible that I got for my birthday. I put West Valley in the GPS and made my way to the school.

When I get to the school I park in the lot and merge right into the wave of students flooding into the school. I bump into a girl with short hair that was bleached on the top.

"Oh! I'm so sorry," I say to her and she brushes it off. "It's okay. Are you new?" She says as we walk through the door. "You got me. I'm Keymora," we walk to the hallway. "I'm Aisha," she smiles. "Would you mind showing me to the main office?" I ask with a nervous laugh. “Sure,” she agrees and shows me the way. “Thanks,”

Once we get there I get my schedule and it turns out we have the first two periods together. The rest of my classes are AP classes. During my freshman year, I took 10th-grade classes and my credits transferred to here.

Luckily it did or coming here would have been much more of a fight.

The only class that wasn’t AP was math, I hate math.

On my schedule, I have math first then study hall. Both with Aisha. AP government, AP English, Lunch, AP Bio, Music then Spanish last.

“Show me the way to math?” I shrug playfully. “It just so happens that it’s on my way,” she plays into my dumbness. We walked to the class and sat together. Then a familiar face walks into class.

“Hey,” Miguel greets. “Hey stranger,” I smile at the boy who sits in the seat next to me. “This is Aisha,” I introduced the two. “Hi, I’m Miguel,” he says with a wave. "Hey," she nods. We sit sorta awkwardly until the teacher starts teaching.

♤♤♤

I leave English and after I pick up my lunch from the Uber eats driver.

At my old school, they let us out for lunch but not here. So, I figured I'd just order in. The last time I ate school lunch, it gave me hives.

I know it was probably a problem with just microwave food or kitchen practice but better to be safe than sorry.

I find my way to the lunchroom. I spot Miguel about to sit at a table and walk over.

"Hey stranger," I said as I stood next to his seat. "Hey," he says as I sit next to him. I smile at the other two boys who sat at the table.

"Miguel."

"Keymora."

"Demetri. This is Eli.," he points to the boy beside him who looks away from my gaze and at his food.

I wonder what his story is.

"He's a man of few words."

I take my bag and place it on the table to open the contents. "How did you get that?" Demetri asked, eyeing my burger then looking at his food in dismay. "I ordered it? I already knew school food was going to be nasty so I got Burger King. I got you one too Miguel and I also have chicken nuggets if you two want," I take the burger and nuggets out and slide them to Demetri and the burger to Miguel. "Thanks," Miguel smiles awkwardly, pushing his tray away.

Then all of a sudden, the boys' gaze find themselves wandering over to three girls who basically strutted through the cafeteria.

There she is; the Queen B.

I was starting to wonder if this school even had them.

I just have to find out which one is HBIC.

"Dude, don't torture yourself. Those are the rich girls," Demetri says when he notices Miguel still looking. I'm looking to but I don't think it matters to him. "Do you ever talk to them or…" Miguel borderline whispers as he snaps out of looking at them and at him instead. "Oh yeah. All the time. We hang out after school, make out, give each other hand jobs. Eli here is the homecoming king. Gets laid more than anyone. Isn't that right Eli?" Demetri answers sarcastically. Eli smiles.

I think my heart just melted.

Miguel rolls his eyes. "Talk to them? You realized what table you're sitting at right? You've pretty much signed away all hopes at losing your virginity before college," he says then looks at me. "Not you though," he shrugged, catching me by surprise.

What the hell does he mean by that?

Eli looked over at the girls' table and spoke. "Shit, Yasmine's looking at us. Probably to make fun of me,"

"To talk about your lip? Where I'm from, that would be a battle scar rather than something to make fun of. If you flip the narrative right," I say, reminding the boys of my existence. He glances at me and then backs down at his food.

I think I intimidate the poor boy. Or maybe I struck a nerve.

"I don't think she's making fun of you. I mean just because they're hot doesn't mean that they're mean," Miguel says, trying to lighten the mood. "I'm not," I said then realized how conceited that sounds. Demetri rolls his eyes at me.

"I don't care if Yasmine is the meanest girl in school. I'd still kill all of you just to get her to spit in my face," Demetri says and I wince at how stupid that was. "Yeah well if you never make a move, you'll never have a shot with her," Miguel counters. "True, but I'll also never suffer humiliating rejection. I'm at peace with my depression. The last thing I need to be is suicidal,” Demetri plays with his pudding while Eli eats the nuggets I bought. I long finished my food and was scrolling through my phone. I would comment on Demetri’s words but I don’t think that I could say anything to help.

And I don’t necessarily disagree.

About the depression part. Everything else he said was bullshit.

Miguel gets up from his seat. “What are you doing?” Demetri asks sceptically. “Striking first,” he says.

I didn’t think he was the type of person with, you know, confidence.

I take my eyes off my phone and watch him walk over to the table where the girls sat. “Oh shit. I hope we don't get hit with the shrapnel,” Demetri commented.

Seems like that’s all he knows how to do.

One of the girls smiles at him and he smiles back. I think she’s probably the nicest.

Then the boys that we- or rather I fought - got the table first. The main kid, I think his name is Kyler, waves at him to leave as he sits next to the girl that Miguel was approaching.

I'm gonna say it, Kyler is a dumb name. It’s like his parents knew he was going to be a dickwad.

Miguel walks angrily back to our table. “See ya later ‘Rhea!” The bigger boy, Brucks, calls out.

Yet another stupid name.

“So, how’d it go?” Demetri asks teasingly. “Huh. I honestly was rooting for you,” I sigh. He looks at me with mild surprises.

I think they keep forgetting that I’m here.

Lunch is over and I attend the rest of my classes. None of them were interesting until I had Music. I love music. For the first time, you can choose our instruments and one of the options was your voice. I can play most of the instruments in this room but I think I’m gonna go with singing. The teacher says that we can pick any song and by the end of the month we have to perform for the class. I chose “Empire State of mind” by Jay-Z and Alicia Keys. I know it has the rapping parts but I can do both, especially because I’ve been singing that song since I was four.

I think I’m just homesick

♤♤♤

Once I leave school, I drive to the skate park just to clear my head a little. I take my skateboard out of my truck. I don’t bother with the helmet or the knee pads.

I know what I’m doing.

I put my AirPods in, blasting “Rebel Girl” by Bikini Kill, and started small. I ride around the halfpipe, then once I get a feel for it, I dip into the halfpipe. I go back and forth with some tricks. Then I trip and fall into the back of some guy with his hair in a tight ponytail.

“Shit! Dammit, I was doing well too,” I curse myself out. “I’m so sorry. Seems I’m clumsy today,” I recall bumping into Aisha earlier. “It’s fine,” he brushes off his clothes. “You’ll get better. I’m Robby.”

“Keymora,”

“Interesting name. What does it mean?” He smiles and I lose my ability to speak for a second. “Uh, it has multiple meanings. It can be Little star or Golden Meadow. I think my parents just heard it somewhere,” I smile nervously. “Hey, Robby!” He turns as some boy calls him. “Oh, who's this?” He asks as he sees me. Robby looks visibly annoyed. “I’m Trey and this is Cruz,” the black boy who now stood in front of me introduced himself. “Keymora,” I said tensely. “Well, Keymora, you wanna hang?” Trey asks, flirtatiously. “Not really,” I pick up my board and walk towards my car. I just know they are bad news.

“Keymora!” Robby’s voice calls out and catches up to me. “Is it possible that I can get your number?” I think about the request. “You can have my email. If I like what you write, then you can have my number,” I say as he makes his way in front of me. I saw someone do this on the show New Girl and the effects of it. Maybe it works.

“A girl that makes you work for her, okay. What’s the address?” He smiles. I was fully expecting him to say never mind. I grab a paper and write my email. “Here. There’s a possibility I’ll see out of school but you don’t seem like the type,” I get in my car. “You’re right but there’s always a chance,” he chuckles.

I drive home and nobody is there like always. So, I change into my house clothes and I call my cousin.

“Mora! You called! I thought those rich brats would have taken over your mind and brainwashed you by now,” Cameron laughs. She was and still is my favourite person to talk to. “You got jokes, huh? How is everything?” I laugh. “Boring without you. We miss you here,” she sighs. “I miss it there. This place is exactly how I thought it would be. Except I wasn’t expecting all the weed dispensaries,” I laugh once more. “Oh, you're blazing it up over there?” She says. “Nah, I’m still a good child,”

“Stay holy. Listen, I have to go, I’m at work but I’ll see if I can call you when I get out. Love you little cuz,” she says in a hushed tone, I’m guessing her boss walked in. “Yeah, you do that. Secure that bag. Love you, and tell tia I said Hi,” I say and I hear the hangup tone. I let out a sigh.

I can’t do this if this is how every day is going to be. I wanna go home.

Why did my parents even take me if they were barely going to see me? Did they just want me around? Or did they just want to uproot my life for no reason? This place isn’t a home for me. It’s just a house.

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