#i still sob seeing i have 1 mil in word counting

[oreana-galena]

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[bobasheebaby]

Wake Me When It’s Over- Learning to Breathe chapter 1

Pairing: Widow Riley (Drake x MC), no pairing yet

Written for @badthingshappenbingo

Fandom: Choices (The Royal Romance Book)

Square filled: Flashbacks

Word count: 1,715

Warnings: angst, mention of character death, grief, depression

Summary: Life goes on.

Song inspiration: Wake Me When It’s Over by Willie Nelson

A/N: Apparently my muse has a thing for angst and heart wrenching stories cause this story kept needling me until I caved. I have not personally lost a partner but I was my dad’s support system when he lost his ‘husband’ (it wasn’t legal yet). I have some experience in a deadbeat MIL, and know what it’s like to lose a close loved one even if it’s not my partner. I’m pouring a lot of emotion in this as always, please read with care. It should be noted that Riley made a clean break from Liam. As she grew closer to Drake she stopped meeting Liam on his ‘dates’ and she did not have a fling in Vegas.

Series warnings: This series will follow Riley, Liam and Bastien after Drake’s death. It will deal with the grief and pain of losing a loved one. Possible NSFW content to come. Possibly dark. If you click read more you acknowledge you are at least 18 years of age.

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Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters, I’m simply borrowing from PB for a bit.

Gettin' tired now gotta get some sleep now Guess I've been worried much too long And don't wake me till it's over When the need for you is gone I was so happy before I loved you I'm gonna be like I was before And don't wake me till it's over When I don't want you anymore

Riley refused to speak to Liam. She wouldn’t even step foot anyplace she knew he would be since burying Drake. Liam knew she was grieving but he hoped she would eventually forgive him and let him back in. The last moments she spoke to him firmly ingrained into his memory. Riley’s body shook as she sobbed against Drake’s slowly cooling body. Liam felt appalled and ashamed at himself as he knelt frozen in place watching as she cried. I had no choice. I had no choice. He would have killed them both. He repeated the words over and over in his head like a mantra only he could hear. Liam had wished there had been another way. Why wasn’t there a way that didn’t leave either of them dead? He wanted to let them both live, but that wasn’t possible. He never expected Anton to make him choose. He had snuck to the meeting hoping to negotiate a deal for both and only managed to fail them, fail himself. When he phoned Bastien to request assistance he couldn’t bear to tell him the truth of what happened. Telling him to his face would be hard enough, having to look him in the eye and tell the man who raised Drake from a teen that he was the reason that Drake would be returning home in a body bag. Liam felt a dull ache in his chest, but he didn’t deserve to ache, to hurt. He was the one who chose but how could he have stood by and done nothing and lose them both? Even so he felt like an imposter. The guilt would eat at him for the rest of his life, this he was sure of. He wouldn’t get through a day without blaming himself for her pain. Liam was unsure how much time had passed until Bastien arrived. All he knew was Anton and his men had vacated shortly after ensuring Drake was truly dead. He wouldn’t want to risk getting caught would he? “Duchess Riley.” Bastien exclaimed. Liam silently watched as Bastien approached and tried to pry a crying Riley off of Drake’s body. Riley let out an ear piercing screech as she fought off Bastien and gripped Drake tighter, clearly unwilling to let her husband go. “Riley, look at me, what happened?” Bastien demanded. “A—Anton made Liam choose and he made the wrong choice. He should have saved Drake or let us both go. It’s because of him I’m a widow the same day I was married.” Riley sobbed as Bastien managed to pull her free only for her to collapse in his arms. Her sobs wracked her body harder as she separated from Drake’s body. Liam closed his eyes at her words, her truth. For her it would be easier for them both to be gone, for him it would be a far worse fate. Liam listened as Bastien gave orders for the removal of Drake’s body. The thought of his best friend as nothing more than a corpse sent a shiver down his spine. He can’t be gone. This has to be a nightmare. This can’t be real. Liam knew when he opened his eyes that he would be met with the cold truth, that he was the reason that they would be burying his best friend. “Sir, it's time to go.” Liam slowly opened his eyes to a guard whose name he could not recall. He was lead to the SUV were he slid in next to a still sobbing Riley. “I’m sorry.” His voice a hoarse whisper. He wasn’t even sure she heard him until she spoke. “You should be. You should have let us both die. Why? Why was it better for him to die and me to mourn him? I hope you’re happy, cause I won’t ever speak to you again.” Her voice raw with emotion. Liam looked out his study window, glass of Scotch in hand, he hadn’t even looked at Whiskey since losing Drake, the memories of laughing and talking with his lifelong friend far too painful to bear. He had walked the palace grounds numb for months, guilt weighing him down. Riley avoided him and anywhere he’d be and he ignored his only remaining friends in turn, he couldn’t handle their looks of disgust or worse, pity. The last he saw of any of them was the day they put Drake in the ground. He had wanted with everything in him to stand to the side and just blend in, but as King and best friend he was pushed front and center, by the side of the grieving widow. He felt like a fraud, someone who was mourning for show. Inside he was broken since he said the words, making what he felt was the best choice, no matter how much it hurt. Liam stood off as far to the side of Riley as he possibly could. Her occasional glances that would surely mark his death if looks could kill did not go unnoticed by him. Only those closest knew the truth, the running story was that Anton had shot Drake before a rescue attempt could be made. Riley had screamed at Regina until her voice was hoarse, not looking, let alone speaking to Liam, treating him like a piece of furniture. No she took out her anger about the false story on Regina instead, only making the guilt gnaw at him even more. “What the hell are you doing here?” Riley spat with such vile and hatred he thought the words were meant for him. Did she change her mind? Did I step to close to her? Liam turned following Riley’s hot gaze, his eyes falling on a wide-eyed Bianca. “I’m saying goodbye to my son.” Riley let out a joyless laugh. “Your son, that’s rich coming from you. Where the hell were you the last eighteen years of his life?! Where was your care or love for either of your children when they were grieving the loss of their father? You were nowhere! They were raised by their fathers mentee who didn’t have to step up but he did anyway. Drake grew up to be an exceptional man without you, so please tell me why you finally dained to come back for his wedding? I know he sure as hell didn’t invite you, so why did you think he needed you there?! And now you think you have a damn right to come to his funeral when you have no clue as to the man he’s become without you! Get the hell out and don’t you ever come back!” Liam wanted to talk to Riley, calm her down, but he was powerless to move, not wanting to upset her further. Olivia stepped forward, her emerald eyes narrowed. “You heard his wife, I think it’s time for you to leave.” Olivia stated as Hana tried to console Riley who had once again broken into a fit of tears. Bianca blinked. She finally turned and walked away. Liam watched as Olivia and Hana led Riley back to the waiting limo once the grave was covered. He silently pleaded with the universe to turn back time, allow him to make this right. He never wanted to lose them both, yet he clearly did anyways. Was it really kinder to save her, doom her to this life? He had lost them both the day he chose her over Drake. He wasn’t sure how he could possibly move on without them both by his side, but now he had to try. He was pulled from his thoughts by the familiar knock . “Come in.” He called out. He closed his eyes momentarily as he heard the door clicking shut. “Any word on Anton or his supporters Bastien?” “I’m confident that we are closing in sir, but I didn’t come by to give a report.” Liam turned from the window, he took in the guards sullen face, though he kept the same hard posture. “I understand, please sit.” He gestured to the seat across from his, taking his own. “What can I help you with?” Can I really help anyone? Can I really rule after what I allowed to happen? “I want to switch out Riley’s protective detail.” Liam looked at him quizzically. “You don’t need my permission to make changes like that.” “I’m afraid I do sir, I want to take the position myself.” Liam sat back in his chair. “I see.” “I’d also like to step back as head of the guard.” He paused. “It’s clear Anton learned much when he assumed the identity of Justin, I feel if we want to take him down changes need to be made and that means my stepping down.” He blames himself for Anton getting close. “Of course.” He set his glass down on the desk, clasping his hands in front of him. “I just have one question.” Bastien nodded his head. “Do you blame me for Drake’s death like Riley does?” Bastien swallowed, he’d been expecting this question. “I understand why you made the choice you did. Drake would have wanted you to make the choice you did, he would want her to live, he took a bullet for her before, he’d rather die than live without her.” I blame myself more than I blame you. Anton shouldn’t have been able to get to them. You shouldn’t have been able to meet him alone. Liam nodded his head. A perfect diplomatic answer, I shouldn’t have expected anything less. “Take care of her.” “Of course.”

My mind is gettin' weak now gotta get some sleep now I gotta rest my achin' head I just want to lay here just let me stay here Till the blues get up and leave my bed Good night, darling Good night, darling Good night forevermore And don't wake me till it's over When I won't want you anymore My mind is gettin' weak now...

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No Attachments [Part 2]

Part 1   Part 3

Word count: 3,786

Pairing:  Potentials are Jongin x reader, Baekhyun x reader, Sehun x reader 

Warning: This is a exo mafia au that many contain themes some find uncomfortable. events such as kidnapping, spiking, stockhold syndrome, objectification of a ‘Minor’ (17) are within.

 Consciousness tapped at the girl gently, causing her eyes to sting with the urge to flutter open. Her body stirred at the distant sound of voices as her eyes squinted open, adjusting to the dimly light room. Though the orange tinted lighting she could make out the backs of three figures standing a short distance from where she sat. Their voices slowly turning into words she could understand as she shook the sleep away.

 "Well…” the unfamiliar voice made her jump slightly “Just being a student alone will makes the starting price pretty high”

A shiver of disgust shook the girl’s frame, naturally pulling her legs closer to body in a dazed state.Her eyes scanned across the cold cement room from her position slumped against a wall. Her eyes stung slightly as her vision was clouded by tears, looking away from the three figures in hopes of blocking out the rest of their conversation.As she lifted her hands to wipe the tears that began to smudge her cheeks, she realised that the material biding her hands together was changed from the painful rope to a black cloth-like material.

"If what you said about her attitude is true, plus her decent enough face I'm sure we could get 2 mil at least in an auction" the same unfamiliar voice was able to slip through the girl’s defences causing a sickly burning sensation to stir at the back of the girl’s throat.

"But...if she was trained It would be better, right?" A familiar voice she acquainted with the tanned man she knew named Jongin, caught her attention, momentarily soothing the sickness that stirred in the pit of her stomach.

"Of course. Any better training or whatever will be a leverage for negotiation" 

 "But Chen," Baekhyun's voice quickly intervened, addressing which she assumed was the man she didn't know, "don’t you think it would be a waste to keep her?" 

 "Of course! In my opinion if we can get that much from her, what's the point in keeping her" Chen paused as he finished before adding "However, that's up to whoever found her. Sehun, right?"

 The unfamiliar name perked the girl’s attention. For the person who had supposedly ‘found’ her, the name Sehun didn’t ring any bells. Raking her memory for the name, any suspicious people following her or anyone who even looked like a Sehun, the girl became frustrated, accidentally let out a soft cry.

 As she sniffed quietly, bringing her hands up to quickly wipe away the tears that had formed in her eyes, she realised the three men had stopped talking. lifting her head up to see where they had ,the girl flinched back when she saw all three of them looking directly at her. She quickly looking down at her hands to ensure she didn't meet eyes with any of them. 

 "You should have said you were awake, love" Baekhyun stepped forward, each step closer he took in her direction making the girl press herself closer to the wall, until stopping right in front of her. 

"We don't like to be eavesdropped on " he hissed. 

 The girl remained silent, hi-cupping lightly as she started down at her feet.

Baekhyun scoffed out an irritated laugh, cursing lightly under his breath, pivoting his feet slightly to step back. 

"He's talking to you, answer him" Jongin's voice made the girl look up slightly but stopped her line of sight just below his shoulders so that their eyes wouldn't meet. 

 With one short hiccup the girl quickly pulled her legs under her and bowed, putting her forehead to her hands that rested on the cement ground. 

"I'm s-sorry. I-i didn't want to interrupt your conversation" the girl said but yelped as Baekhyun’s shoe raised up and kicked back up, her back hitting the wall again.

"You’re still listening to Jongin I see" Baekhyun spat, venom in his voice.

 The girl looked up as Baekhyun crouched down in front of her, a glare seething with irritation as he started at her. 

"You’re lucky your worth so much or I'd dig out one of those pretty eyes" Baekhyun hissed, putting a heavy hand on her shoulder that shook involuntarily.

 "Baekhyun, that's enough"

At Chen’s voice Baekhyun’s pressure on the girl’s shoulder lightened before he scoffed and stood up.  

Coughing lightly to recover from the blow, the girl's eyes cast over to Chen, who stared at her in deep thought, scrutinising the way she shuffled closer to the wall, away from Baekhyun.

 "In other thought..." Chen started, making Baekhyun and Jongin who looked over to him "it looks like she might require some training."

The man looked away from the girl, rather to Jongin, when the girl looked up a bit more, a bitter glare directed towards him

"it seems as though she's sub-consciously picking and choosing who she's going to listen to. I guess It's common but buyers don’t really like that" 

 The girl felt a flare in her chest as she listened to the blonde man talk, the temptation to protest and scream at the tip of her tongue. Just as her lips parted slightly, taking in a breath to scream, she realised Jongin's eyes were on her. As if he were warning her, telling her to keep her mouth shut, the girl's trembling lips closed again. Looking back down at the ground in defeat the girl once again tired to block out the conversation between the other two men, panicking slightly when Jongin left his spot, striding over to where she sat slumped on the ground.As he stopped beside her, the girl shut her eyes half expecting to be kicked or picked on again. Her eyes gingerly opening when she realised he had leaned against the wall next to where she sat.

 "I'm going to go inform the boss, you can take her to the basement with the others or leave her here, either is fine" Chen’s voice caught the girl’s attention.

As the blond man glanced towards Jongin, he turned towards the door that resided on the wall horizontal to where she sat. As he opened the door the girl tilted her head slightly to try and see past the gap the slipped through.  Before shutting the door behind him, she managed to catch a glimpse of what seemed to be a corridor, made up of the same washed out concreate as the room they were in.

 "When will Sehun get here? It's late..." Baekhyun’s loud voice cut of the girl’s train of thought, the whiney voice making Jongin pulled a phone from his pocket, the screen lighting his face as he turned it on.

"He said he'd be here at at 2, so he's late as usual" Jongin sighed from above where the girl sat.

Her eyes wondered up to when Baekhyun began to pace the room slowly, his leather shoes clinking against the concrete floor. Feeling a strange sense of safety next to the other man the girl allowed her heartbeat and nerves to settle down. Despite having been asleep earlier as she was moved to the room, her body still fell limp in exhaustion. As sleep began to consume her tired body again, her head fell back against the wall, her eyes closing and opening softly in protest the sleeplessness. 

 "He's taking too long"  Baekhyun's grumble pulled the girl awake. "Let's just take her down to the basement and leave it for tomorrow" 

 The girl tried not to shied away from Baekhyun as he approached her in long strides but slowly leaned closer to Jongin whom she could hear was concentrated on texting someone on his phone.

 "He'll be here soon, let's just wait for him-"as Jongin spoke the door opened, directing their attention to the man that walked in. The girl’s eyes widened in disbelief, stinging with a fresh batch of tears as the man walk in. 

 "You’re finally here? What took you so long?" Baekhyun huffed and motioned towards the girl who was shaking in betrayal at the man she had been admiring only hours before.

The familiar voice let out a sighed

"it looks like you two had your bit of fun with her already" his deep voice came out in a chuckle as he slowly approached the girl who was shaking, the rim of her eyes red and slightly puffy from the tears that pooled down her rosy cheeks. Her head shook vigorously as he approached, trying to move as far into the wall as she could. The detective's chuckle rumbled from his throat as he watched the girl helplessly squirm. 

 Looking over to where Jongin had stepped back a few paces to, the girl saw the man's narrows eyes were watching the detective closely. Looking back to the man that approached with a smirk tugged on his lips, she began shuffling to her left towards Jongin, watching the detective to scale his reaction. Seeing the smirk wipe clean off Sehun's face as she shuffled over to the other man, he girl felt a lump of regret forming in her throat.

 "What is she doing?" The venom in Sehun voice made the girl sob quietly with a small whimper, her delicate fingers found and clutched the hem of Jongin's dress pants.

 "She has a hard time co-operating with anyone who isn’t Jongin" Baekhyun tutted, he crossed his arms as staring at the girl who was beginning to choke on her tears and ragged breath.

"Is that so" Sehun changed his direction to step in the girl’s and Joning’s direction. Stopping in front of the girl, Sehun glared down at this girl with distaste, noticing the grip she had on Jongin,

"Jongin, move"

 The girl’s breath hitched as Jongin tried to step back, stopped by the desperate tug on the material of his pants and small whine she let out.

Looking down, Jongin's eyes met with the girl’s, cloudy with tears of desperation. her head shook lightly as her lips trembled out an inaudible 'please'.

 "Jongin, I said move" the girl flinched at Sehun’s snap, tighten her clutch on Jongin at Sehun's demand. 

 "Why should I? Just do what you want" 

A small cry left the school girl as the man's words caused a sting in her chest. her stomach dropped to the, now, familiar sickness of regret as Jongin gently pulled up the top half of her body, guiding her to kneel in front of him to face Sehun. Stray strands of her hair stuck to her sticky tear stained cheeks as she shut her eyes, trying to calm her breathing that only resulted in small hiccups slipping from her trembling lips. However,at the feeling of Jongin’s hands falling gently on her shoulders she was able to catch her breath, calming her rapid heartbeat.

 "I'm going to take your feeble behaviour as a sign you recognise me?" 

The girl opened her eyes at Sehun's voice that taunted over her, all the reassurance that Jongin's touch gave her almost diminishing. 

Her head throbbed with exhaustion, tears puddling on to the cement ground bellow her as she wondered how she even got separate from her class in the first place. Inhaling a shaky breath, she found the courage to glance back up at Sehun, regretting it when she saw him glaring as if waiting for something. 

 A tap on the sole of her school shoe, made her flinch slightly before realising it was Jongin. Remembering the previous time he had intervened when such a glare was directed to her, she realised she should have replied to Sehun’s question despite it being almost rhetorical. Her eyes widened as she looked up, lips parting quickly to reply.

"Y-y-" 

Before she could stutter out an answer, an urgent yelp of pain left her lips as a fist full of her hair was yanked up. 

"Answer when I speak to you. Isn’t  that basic respect? " Sehun snapped, letting go of her hair that toppled down her shoulders messily. 

 "What did Jongin do to make you listen to him so well? Hm? Was he rough with you?" Sehun stabbed his index finger into the sobbing girl's forehead twice. The girl shook her head, whimpering at the growing pain in her head till she felt another urgent tap on her foot and Joingin’s hands leave her shoulders.

"No-no, he didn't" the girl stuttered out in a whimper, her sob catching in her throat when she felt delicate fingers brushing her messy hair, tugging lightly at knots that were forming to untangle them. 

 "Do you think I'm stupid?" Sehun's furious voice brought her attention back to him before his large hand grabbed her chin. The girl tried to pull away, but his grip only got stronger. 

"You’re not going to survive 10 minutes without Jongin when you’re auctioned off, if you don't start learning quickly" Sehun tapped his foot on the cement ground, clarifying what he meant.

"So? What did he do to-" Sehun paused mid-sentence, his eyes trailing from her empty shoulders to Jongin’s hands that worked to gentle comb the girl’s hair.

Suddenly, Sehun’s hand left her chin and instead gripped the side of her shoulder. Sehun’s glare re-directed to Jongin as he harshly shoved the girl to the side, make her hit the ground without her hands to break the fall. Sehun's leather shoe placed its self onto one of the girl's ankles, his glare towards Jongin lightening.

 "So he treated you with a bit of care, huh?" Sehun scoffed, staring at Jongin as he pushed in foot down, crushing the girl’s ankle against the cement floor. The girl’s light scream, muffled into her arm, brought an almost smug smirk onto Sehun’s face.

 "I didn't want to have to cut off her hair because of you leaving it to tangle like that". Jongin shrugged, his voice sounding indifferent as he held Sehun’s stare.

 "Jongin" Sehun started, rolling his shoe over the whimpering girl's ankle."I found her. she’s mine" 

The girl felt sick hearing those words come from Sehun’s mouth, the thought of anyone owning her making her want to let out a scream of protest.

 "And I am going to sell her" Sehun finished, lifting his foot from the girl’s ankle with the intent to stomp back down on it.

 "I know" Jongin lifted his own foot, kicking Sehun's to prevent him from hurting the girl again whilst she struggled to sit up. "But I want to keep her for a bit" 

 The girl looked at Jongin as he repeated the same words he had before she had fallen to sleep in the car. 

 "I know you’re at work all day so I'll train her for you. Even ask Chen, he said she needs training before going on auction".

The girl’s chest suffered another sting hearing Jongin talk to calmly, hands tucked into his pockets. 

 Sehun stared at the other man, calculating the offer. 

"You'll get attached, you already are" Sehun stated, only making the other man scoff. 

 "When have I ever gotten attached to any of the girls I train?" Jongin questioned sarcastically, his jaw hanging slackly as if ready to laugh.

Sehun clicked his tongue, staring at Jongin  amoment longer before heaving a sigh. 

 "Fine".

Jongin smirked and held out his hand to Sehun who lifted his but spoke again before taking the other’s hand "but Minseok goes first" 

Jongin scowled, huffing for a second before shaking Sehun's hand. 

"If her prediction price goes any direction but up, I'll personally slaughter you myself" Sehun stated before turning on his heel.

 Sehun, nodding to Baekhyun who had leaned against the wall by the door some time through the argument, left the room with the door closing behind him. Baekhyun pushed himself off the wall, looking from the girl to Jongin before speaking,

"I think you'll get attached too, but don't make me say ‘I told you so" 

With one last lingering glance towards the girl, Baekhyun licked his bottom lip before pulling the door open and leaving in the same direction Sehun had.

 With the two finally gone, Jongin turned to the girl who remained on the ground. Her focus was on her ankle that had turned a light shade of red after suffering from Sehun’s attacks. Throwing a glance to the door, Jongin kneeled in front of the girl making her look up from her ankle.

 "Well?" Jongin hummed and the girl instantly perked up.

"T-thank you...that, that detective really scared me " she said softly, dipping her head in thanks. When she looked back up her face flushed at the smile Jongin wore. 

 "I should scare you too" Jongin's eyes diverted from her’s as he spoke, his hand reached out to her head "Like Baekhyun said before, I'm a bad guy too" 

The girl blinked, staring at the man as his fingers combed through a few strands of her hair starting to knot together, untangled them gently. 

 "C-can I ask something?" the girl mumbled, unsure if she was becoming too comfortable. Jongin's eyes flicked to her, another sweet smile blooming on his face as he momentarily stopped playing with her hair to instead pat her head with hum of approval. The girl’s face flushed again, momentarily questioning her sanity as she tried to stop her heart from beating so quickly for someone involved in her kidnapping. 

 "What should I call you…?" Her voice was soft, cautious of sounding rude in any way. Jongin smiled, settling the girl’s nerves, as he brushed his hands through her smooth hair before placing them gently on the material of her skirt that covered just below her thighs. The girl barely had time to react before he answered. 

 "How about daddy? Does that sound good baby?" Jongin hummed, making the girl stutter out a 'what' as her face flushed again.

"No? How about master then?" Jongin smirked when she looked down in embarrassment, unable to form an answer.

"W-wh.." the girl stuttered before he spoke again, his eyes seeming more serious when she peaked up.

"I'm joking" the girl relaxed slightly, face still flushed till she realised Jongin was still looking at her with a serious look in his eyes "But if I weren't..." 

The girl’s breath hitched as he leaned closer and the hand on her thigh moved down to pinch her exposed skin, making her yelp. 

"If anyone tells you to call them a specific name, do or you’ll get in trouble" 

Jongin smiled as the girl nodded.

"O-okay.."

"Then, call me daddy" Jongin said, watching her with expectant eyes.The girl coughed a little in surprise, clearing her throat as her lips trembling apart. 

"…daddy" the girl looked up as she spoke the last syllable, her heart fluttering at the small smile on his lips.

 "Perfect" Jongin patted the girl's head softly "you can call me Jongin. But you’re free to call me whatever you want when we're alone" 

 The girl flushed and shook her head to try and get rid of the burning sensation on her face and ears.

 "You'll be staying down here for a while" Jongin said looking down at his hands that remained on the girl's thigh. 

"..o-okay.." she mumbled back hesitantly.

"Minseok will come in sometime. Make sure you do what he tells you, he’s not nice once he’s finished observing you". Jongin explained, eyes still lingering on the girl’s legs.

"W-will you come too?" the girl quickly asked as he finished speaking, worried about being alone with such a person as he described.

"No" the girl gulped at the short reply, her heart rate picking up at the thought of being alone with one of the other men. Thinking back to how much worse many have happened to her if Jongin hadn't been there. 

 The girl’s thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of something drape over her cold legs. Blinking a few times, she looked down at Jongin's suit jacket that he put over her lap, the warmth of the material cuddling her legs. 

 "It’ll get cold down here" Jongin said indifferently, brushing the jacked off over her lap. The girl’s eyes lingered on the black dress shirt that loosely hugged his body, his arms flexing slightly under the material as he brushed off the jacket. It wasn’t till Jongin stopped brushing the jacket that she realised she hadn’t thanked him.

"T-thank you" 

When she looked back at him, blushing slightly as she remembered her previous thoughts, she was met with eyes that almost made her dizzy. His eyes were obviously staring at her pinkish lips as he lightly nibbled on his own bottom one. His hands had subconsciously squeezed her thighs lightly. Unsure if he had heard her, the girl went to repeat herself. 

"Thank yo-" 

But as soon as the words left her lips Jongin had leaned forward, pressing his plush lips to her's. The girl only melted as Jongin pulled her closer to him, closing her eyes gently as a soft noise escaped her lips. 

 "Baby, that's was too pretty. You shouldn't do that to me knowing I can't do these things with you" Jongin's whisper was heard clearly by the girl because of their close proximity.  

"I'm sorry" the girl whimpered, her eyes still closed as she leaned in for another. 

As their lips met again, one of Jongin's hands reached up to cup the side of her face, this thumb gently stroking her cheek.

The girl felt her chest squeezing in awe as Jongin's fingers gently brushed through her hair and ushered her closer.

 "J-Jongin?" The girl murmured as their lips parted to catch their breath, her chest heaving lightly before his hand on her head pulled her in again. 

"What is it, baby?" Jongin whispered between kisses 

"I-I want to touch your hair..." 

Jongin, pulling back slightly, looking down at her tied hands that rested in her lap. 

"I promise I won't do anything, I just want to touch your hair" she mumbled, eyes looking at him hopefully. 

Jongin hesitated slightly, his hands reached out for her’s slowly before stopping. 

"Another time. It's late" Jongin said, his and instead reaching up to pat her head "I should stop before I get carried away again" 

Brushing his fingers though her hair quickly, Jongin stood up.

As he reached the door, he turned back to the girl

"I'll see you tomorrow. And Remember what I said about Minseok" 

 With one last small smile, Jongin turned, shutting the door behind him. The girl on the cement floor crumbling into a small ball of tears. Sleep submerging her exhausted form ounce again, she let the tears roll down her cheeks. Only realising how her parched throat was when the salty tears gracing her lips. Her eyes fell shut, attempting to sleep away the sting of dehydration.

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Ready to Leap (Chapter 20)

AU with B as a band teacher and reader as an English teacher. Fluff and smut. Chapters 1-19 can be found on my Masterlist.

Brendon x reader. Warnings: language, physical violence, dirty talk, oral sex...I think that’s everything.

Word count: 4.1k

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“Have you seen Ms. Milton? She’s needed in the main office. She has a guest.”

You shake your head frantically. You can’t go up there. Not like this. Your hair is a mess and your body is covered in lip-shaped stains and smudges. His talk about how everyone would know where he kissed you and how he fucked you was hot in the moment, but right now it’s terrifying.

Brendon clears his throat. “No, I, uh, haven’t seen her. But if I do, I’ll send her up there.” The secretary thanks him and the room goes silent. “We gotta get cleaned up,” he says after a minute and you nod. A little frantically, you both scramble up and try to create a sense of normalcy about your persons; you’re smoothing your hair down and scrubbing at your arms and legs with hand sanitizer. He doesn’t have nearly as much to do, so he drops to his knees to work at your legs too. You moan a little when his hands, warm and smooth, slip up your thighs. “Focus babygirl,” he murmurs and you give him a pointed look. “Sorry.” He grins, realizing the conditioning he joked about worked.

“We are so fucked,” you groan, looking down at yourself. You look better, but certainly not your best. The main office staff will definitely know something is up. He looks up at you and shrugs.

“Let them talk. Frank already knows and is cool with everything so…”

“He’s cool with us dating; who knows how he feels about us fucking in your office during school hours.”

He winces. “Okay, well when you put it like that, it doesn’t sound great.” You nod and he shrugs again. “Oh well. Can’t unring a bell, can’t unfuck my girlfriend. We’ll behave better moving forward, yeah?”

You laugh a little as he stands and pulls you close. “We’re going to have to behave better if we want to keep our jobs,” you remind him and he nods, kissing your forehead.

“I can just wash my face, but how will we fix your lipstick situation?” He brushes a fingertip over your swollen lips and you remember how smeared and smudged your lipstick must be from all of his efforts. “It’s not that bad, but you do look thoroughly fucked, although that could be because I’m the one who fucked you.”

He hands you his phone so you can use the front camera as a mirror. You wince a little. It’s not great. But, and you wipe at the smudges with your thumb, it’s not terrible and it could be worse. You lick your thumb and work a bit more and after a minute, you turn to him. He looks at you appraisingly and nods. “You look good. Am I coming with you to the office?”

Eyes wide, you tell him, emphatically, yes. You feel suddenly vulnerable and step into his arms. “I don’t want to be alone for a while,” you whisper and he hugs you tightly. “And I don’t want to be apart from you.”

“It’s okay, honey. I’ll be there.”

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You really shouldn’t be surprised when you come into the main office and see him standing between two officers and Frank off to one side, arms crossed. You can’t keep the language out. “You fucking asshole, what the actual fuck have you done?”

Frank, neutrally, reminds you, “language, Ms. Milton,” but you think it’s a formality.

Jason shrugs. “I came to visit and there was a small miscommunication.”

Brendon’s arm tightens around your waist and you know he wants to say something but this is your fight right now. “A miscommunication? You had this school on lockdown, you had my kids terrified they were going to die, you had all of us believing the worst; fuck, Jason, I had kids texting their parents goodbye because of you and your miscommunication.” It’s only when he shrugs again that you truly feel rage and Brendon has to hold you back when you lunge for him. “You fucking sociopath, have you no compassion? If not for me, the students?” You’re screaming at him and he’s just watching you, a little amused.

“Your secretary shouldn’t have panicked.” You notice only Margaret is at the front, Deborah is missing.

“What the fuck did you do?”

Frank interjects again, still in a tone that says he has to say this, “language, Ms. Milton. Our guest here was told he couldn’t come to your room during class time. He responded poorly to this news and made several threats against Deborah and the school itself, which is when Margaret alerted me and we went into lockdown. It was a preventative measure, but given his temper and the suggestive threats he made, we wanted to be safe. Lockdown is for any perceived threat inside the building, and,” he looks over at Jason disdainfully, “he was a perceived threat.”

You’re still struggling against Brendon’s grasp, frustrated that you can’t claw Jason’s eyes out. “You’re a monster,” you tell him, eyes flashing with loathing. “You have no empathy, you can’t take responsibility for anything you’ve done here or ever, you’re cruel and senseless and irrational, and you don’t care who you hurt as long as you get what you want.” You’re breathing hard and Brendon kisses the top of your head as he holds you tightly. He knows if he even loosens his grip a little, you’ll be across the room.

Jason smirks a bit and rolls his eyes. “And yet, you love me.”

Brendon grips you even tighter and you can feel his breath catch in his chest and you know he needs you to deny it - which will be easy. “If I have any love in my heart for you, it is for the man I thought you were. You have proven to me countless times over that you are not that man. I loved the potential we had, I loved the man you could be. But the man in front of me? The you I’m looking at today? No. All I feel for you is pity and disdain and loathing. This? You coming here, frightening an entire school, threatening my coworkers, terrifying the parents of my students, this wasn’t a grand romantic gesture like I’m sure you think it was. This was an act of terror and I,” you hiss, “don’t negotiate with terrorists.”

Frank, who was a history teacher before he got his masters in administration, smiles approvingly. He’s a sucker for a good Reagan quote.

Jason looks pissed now; it’s the first time he hasn’t looked vaguely amused. “You’re overreacting Y/n.”

Maybe it’s guilt or maybe he doesn’t see the irony, but Brendon snaps. “Don’t fucking tell her she’s overreacting; don’t you fucking dare invalidate her feelings, because you don’t get to tell her how she feels.” His arms tighten and you think he’s grounding himself behind you as much as he is restraining you.

Jason’s eyes are cold but he’s not looking at you; the raised chin and condescending smile tells you it’s Brendon’s eyes he’s meeting. “And who the fuck do you think you are? You’ll never know her like I do because she’ll never open up to you like she did with me; I’ve ruined her for other men. She’ll never fully trust again, she’ll never love you the way she did me. You’re getting my leftovers, so enjoy that, dude.” You’re crying now, little hiccuping sobs; Brendon’s arms go slack around you and before you can attempt to stop him, he’s crossing the room. The officers seem to be purposefully slow in reacting because they don’t step between Brendon and Jason until moments after Brendon’s fist makes contact with Jason’s jaw. It’s an audible collision, a crack. “Fuck,” Jason hisses, and he can’t do anything thanks to the cuffs.

“Alright, settle down, Mr. Urie,” Frank chides but he sounds bored, like he’s going through the motions.

“Yeah, Mr. Urie, settle down,” Jason teases and you just can’t believe he’s that stupid because Brendon goes for him again.

“Fuck you, dude. Fuck you.” He spits the words over the bigger cop’s shoulder who is blocking him.

“Language,” Frank says in a sing-song voice and now you know for sure he’s just checking a box on the list of “appropriate things to say when your employee swears” all bosses must get. The cop is clearly considering letting Brendon pass; and you can tell from the tension in his back and shoulder that he’s going to hit harder this time.

“Brendon, please, don’t.” You can hear the break in your voice. He drops his arm and is back at your side in an instant, taking you in his arms and kissing your head, murmuring a stream of apologies, and you relax in his embrace and tilt your head up to meet his lips. “This isn’t for him, this isn’t me protecting him,” you promise, and he nods, holding you tight. “This is for you, I want you, I don’t want you to go too far and make them...do anything.” He nods again, murmuring soothing things and kissing you over and over again, wiping at your tears. When you’ve taken a steadying breath, you look at the cops on either side of Jason. “Why is he even still here? Why haven’t you escorted him off campus?” You’re trying to calm down, trying to be reasonable. Brendon rubs your arms soothingly.

“We needed a statement from you, indicating that he was acting of his own accord, you didn’t ask him to come here, and we needed to know if you planned on pressing separate charges.” One of them tells you and the other just gazes at you steadily.

You blink and turn to look at Brendon, unsure of the second part. “I’ll happily provide a statement; will you need me to come to the station?” The one who hasn’t spoken nods. “I’m not sure about pressing charges. Can I think about it?”

The first one nods this time. “But don’t think for too long, we’ll need to act quickly.”

You acknowledge this and Brendon squeezes you soothingly. “Do I come to the station now? And can he come with me?” You’re suddenly aware of how small your voice has become, how vulnerable you feel.

“If you are able to come now, it would be ideal. And yes, he,” the officer nods at Brendon, “can come.”

“Can I make a statement?” Brendon’s voice is sharp, his eyes meeting Jason’s.

The cops look between the two men and the first one who has done the talking nods. “If you have anything to say in either case, the trespassing or Ms. Milton’s potential charges, we would welcome a statement.”

Frank speaks suddenly, his voice soft. “You’re both good to go with them now. And,” he pauses to look at you both, “why don’t you take a few days off? Have a long weekend. Relax. I’ll enter them as principal-approved absences so they don’t come from your absence bank.”

You feel Brendon relax against you and you slump back into him. “Thank you. That would be great.” Brendon is the one to speak and you agree wordlessly.

Frank smiles gently. “Go give your statements and then relax. You deserve it.”

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Giving your statements takes longer than you thought; they just keep going over and over it again, asking questions, making you clarify things, having you repeat different details; it’s exhausting. It feels like it’s been hours. Fortunately, for whatever reason, they’re letting Brendon stay with you now, probably because his statement is complete. But the first two hours without him...you weren’t lying when you told him you didn’t think you could be alone. They were awful.

But he’s here with you now, holding your hand, rubbing his thumb over the back of it, bringing you water, and later, coffee, letting you rest your head on his shoulder as the officer taking your statement continues to ask the same questions over and over again.

You try to calculate how long you’ve been here; lockdown started around 11:30, ended just before 12, you started with Brendon about 12:15, called to the office at 12:45, and you’ve been here in this room since 1:30...it’s easily dinner time; something your body confirms when your stomach growls quietly. The officer reassures you that you’re almost done, and she has you read your statement once, all the way through, and verbally confirm it is your honest account to the best of your ability to recall. She asks you to sign the written version, you agree out loud, and when you pass it back to her, she announces for the tape that this concludes the interview and statement procurement of Y/N Milton, and the tape is ending. She switches it off and rises to shake your hand.

“I know that wasn’t easy. Thank you for your patience and cooperation.” You nod, exhausted, and she leads you out of the station. “Let us know, preferably in the next 48-72 hours if you intend on pressing charges. The sooner the better,” she advises and you nod.

Brendon slips an arm around your waist and holds you close as you leave the station together. “It’s almost 7:30; should we pick something up and go home? I don’t think you want to go out…” he looks at you and you nod.

“Please. I really want a cheeseburger and red wine.”

He laughs but agrees. “An odd combination, but I’ll get it for you.”

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You lean back against him, mouth open, and he pops a fry in your mouth. “My little baby bird,” he teases and you grin, taking a sip of the Cabernet he poured for you.

“If I were really your baby bird, you should have chewed that fry up for me,” you point out and laugh when he wrinkles his nose. “That’s what I thought.”

He takes a slow sip of bourbon (“A far more appropriate drink for a burger,” he tells you) and rests his chin on your head lightly. You snuggle back into his chest and he wraps an arm around your waist. “I’ll keep feeding you when you tip your head back if you promise to never ask me to chew your food for you again,” he says with a chuckle and you protest.

“No no Urie, I didn’t say I wanted you to do that; I said if I was really a baby bird, you would chew it for me.”

He takes another sip. “To be clear, neither of us wants the other to chew their food for them?”

“Correct.”

He leans down to kiss your cheek and you pull the blanket off the back of the couch and cover both of you with it. “Sleepy, baby?” His voice is soft now, and you nod, turning in between his legs to curl up, your head on his chest. “We could go to bed, honey.”

You shake your head and point with a flailing arm towards the TV. “No, you like this movie. I’m just gonna close my eyes for a minute. You can leave me down here if the movie ends and I’m still asleep.”

He scoffs and pokes your side. “As if I’d leave you down here on the couch when I’d be in our bed upstairs.”

“Love that you call it our bed,” you mumble as your eyes slip shut.

“Well, it is our bed,” he murmurs, stroking your hair. “And it will be our bed for as long as you’ll have me.”

You purr contentedly and rub your head against his chest, arching into his touch. “That’s gonna be a while then,” you whisper, feeling yourself slip into sleep.

“Good. Sleep well, baby.” And his hand moving through your hair lulls you to a deep, blessedly dreamless sleep.

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It feels strange to sleep in on a weekday, but not so strange that you get up early; you both sleep until the sunlight filters in and sneaks under your eyelids. He mumbles something, half-asleep, and rolls on top of you. “Good morning, baby.” His words are warm on your neck and you stretch under him, toes curling and moaning. “I got you a present,” he tells you and you grin sleepily, moving your hand down and curling it around his erection pressed to your hip. “No, baby, something else.” But he’s laughing and kisses you softly as you pout. “After, darling. I think you’re gonna want to focus on your gift.”

“Fine,” you mumble, pout still present. He kisses you again and crawls off of the bed, laughing when you prop yourself up on one arm and whistle. “Hate to see you go, but love to watch you leave,” you call and he tells you you’re a dork from downstairs. “But I’m your dork,” you retort playfully.

He comes back in the room with a manila envelope with a red bow on it. “You are mine,” he agrees, crawling back into bed and sitting up against the headboard. You shift onto your stomach and rest your head on his thigh. “Come up here, baby, you’re gonna distract me with that pretty mouth down there. Don’t pout, we can play in a minute.”

You scoot up and he hands you the envelope. As you open it, he pulls you into his lap and wraps both arms around your waist. You pull out a slim stack of papers, confused until you read the top of the first page. STATE OF CONNECTICUT, Superior Court; Temporary Restraining Order. You turn to him, eyes wide. “Brendon,” you whisper with a soft smile, tears welling.

“You are the most important person in my life. And I want you safe. I understand if you don’t want to press charges against him, but I’d really like you to consider…” his voice trails off, worried, clearly doubting his gesture.

“Thank you.” Your voice is soft and you lean back against him, sighing happily. “I’m gonna fill this out later.” You turn over so you’re facing him and he runs his index finger over your lips.

“Later? What do you have planned for the immediate future?” You wink up at him and slide down between his legs, licking up his length and capturing him in your mouth, eyes sparkling. “Fuck, babygirl, your mouth,” he groans and you slide your lips down, tightening your hand around him briefly before reaching down to cup his balls and moaning when his hips twitch forward. You squeeze lightly, rolling your wrist, and he gasps, grabbing your hair. He doesn’t do anything with his grasp, just tugs a little to let you know how good you feel. “I don’t wanna come like this,” he tells you and you pull off of him, just letting your tongue caress his head. “Damn, Y/n,” he sighs, watching you.

“So,” you drawl, pulling back entirely, “how do you want to come?” You give him another quick lick, and smile. “Because I love when you come in my mouth. God, feeling you on my tongue, tasting you…” you cut yourself off with a moan, taking him back in your mouth and suckling hard, rolling your tongue over him, for a moment. “Fucking love it,” you moan, rocking back on your heels and licking your lips. “But you can come wherever you want,” you tell him, stroking him and crawling up to kiss him.

“God, you’re the best,” he moans, kissing you again. “The fucking best.” His hands move down your body to flip you over under him. “Not sure if I want that mouth, or…” and he kisses his way down from your mouth to your neck to your collarbone, pausing to nip at it, before continuing down to press warm kisses down your stomach and nuzzling your hip bone, fingers teasing you. “Or if I want this sweet pussy here.” He teases your folds with his tongue and you gasp, arching your back and moving against his mouth.

“Fuck Brendon, this was supposed to be me thanking you,” you whisper, and he laughs, massaging your hips.

“Oh, you will be. But in a minute; I wanna treat both of us first.” He licks you again, slower, like he’s savoring you. “Damn, babygirl, it’s like having dessert for breakfast…”

“Don’t wanna wait, fuck,” you moan, pushing gently against his shoulders until his tongue is flicking against nothing and he lets out a soft whine, reaching for you. “Lay down Bren,” you tell him, and he acquiesces, letting you push him flat on his back. “We can both win,” you whisper, kissing him hard before turning, straddling his face, and stretching yourself down to take his cock in your mouth.

“Oh god,” he groans into you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling your hips down lower, spreading you across his face. “You’re the fucking best,” he repeats, muffled, before working his tongue into you, adding two fingers and thrusting hard, making you moan around him and suck harder, mouthing over him faster. “Babygirl, honey, fuck, please,” he gasps, and you know he wants your hand, so you pull back, wrapping your hand around him and twisting gently, stroking him against your tongue. “Fuck yeah,” he whispers, spreading you with his two fingers and letting the tip of his tongue glide over you, circling over your clit.

“God, don’t stop,” you plead, rocking on his tongue; your own sliding down him and tightening your lips around him, letting your moans send vibrations through his body. “Curl your fingers just a lit-fuck, fuck, fuck, there, just like that,” you gasp, pulling back, and he grins against you, keeping his fingers working how you like, moaning when you take him again, pushing your hand out of the way with your lips as you move down. You want to tell him you’re about to come but you also don’t want to take your mouth off of him again, so you just whimper around him and reach a hand back, searching. He gives you his free hand, lacing your fingers together, and at his touch, you fall apart, coming hard. He groans, moving his fingers from inside you to grab your hip and pull you down so he can get all of you on his tongue. You can feel that he’s close, so you slide up and flick your tongue over the underside of his head, squeezing his balls and moaning when he gasps, bucking his hips.

“Yeah baby, gonna come for you,” he whispers, taking the hand from your hip and reaching forward to tangle in the ends of your hair. “Fuck, Y/n, now,” and his hips snap forward as he presses his head back into the pillow, moaning softly as you suck him through his climax, stroking him hard with your hand, encouraging him to keep coming for you. “Fuck, your mouth,” he moans, hips dropping back and legs going flat and you slump over him. “Come here baby, come up here,” he groans, patting the bed next to him.

You roll off of him and flip over, chest heaving and legs trembling as you lay flat on your back. “Don’t think I can move,” you laugh and he does too, turning and crawling down next to you so your heads are both toward the foot of the bed. He throws an arm across your waist, kissing your neck and hitching one of your legs up over him. “Fuck, that was good,” you sigh and he murmurs his agreement.

“Part of me wants to get you up on top of me again, go for a ride, but the other part of me just wants to lay here with you.”

“Mmmmmmmm, both sound great,” you purr, rolling onto your stomach to rest your head on his chest. “And we’ve got time,” you point out, wiggling up to kiss him.

“We do,” he agrees when you break apart. “But we do have to be in the car for an actual ride by 1pm.” You look at him, curiosity in your eyes. “It’s a surprise, so I’m not telling you anything.” He kisses your forehead. “But you need to pack, or I can pack for you if you want,” and he grins suggestively. You giggle and nod, looking up at him, your adoration visible. “Fuck, Y/n, love how you look at me,” he sighs, caressing your cheek.

“I love looking at you, so we both win,” you tease, kissing his chest. “You can pack for me; you know where we’re going slash what we’re doing, so you know better than I do, packing-wise.”

He wraps an arm around you, kissing the top of your head. “Gonna just dump your lingerie drawer into a suitcase.” You laugh and he grins. “You think I’m kidding.”