#it seemed like I had that playlist for a while because I found some sign crushes motorist and birth day at the end of it

[2econd2ight2yd]

I listened to an old playlist and suddenly I’m 10 years old and pacing around my living room in the dark staring at my old baby pictures until I can think of a way to kill myself

[gallaghersgal]

MIND OVER MATTER, lip gallagher

chapter two of BORDERLINE. lip x bsf!reader (nickname: MK)

TAGS & WARNINGS → general shameless themes, smoking, swearing, karen's here and she's a bitch, lots of best friend moments <333

CHAPTER SUMMARY → the days get colder and lip remains stubborn. it's mostly due to his on again off again relationship with karen jackson, the girl who says she's pregnant with his baby. and, conveniently, the girl that hates your guts.

A/N → thank you so much for waiting on this one!!! took me a while to update because i just want every little detail to be perfect 🥹

WC → 1.7k

As autumn gave way to the icy cold of winter you found yourself staring out the window of your seventh period classroom. An old pair of wired earbuds connects both you and Lip to your school issued laptop, which the two of you were using to form your monthly shared playlist. It was a tradition you had started yourself at the beginning of this year, but Lip had wormed his way in as he seemed to do with everything else in your life, insisting he be allowed to add songs since he had to ride along with you everywhere. You’d told him it came with his lack of license, and he’d pestered you until you allowed him ten songs per playlist. 

Lip’s elbow digs into your ribs and pulls your focus away from the flurries starting to fall outside the window. “Skip this shit,” he mumbles, referencing the Taylor Swift song that just started.

You roll your eyes but skip it regardless, it didn’t fit in with your november lineup. Satisfied with the song that follows, you navigate away from the playlist, opening up your email. “I signed us up for a tour at UChi,” you say casually, eyes flicking over to gauge his reaction. He rolls his eyes and ignores you entirely, clearly annoyed with your choice. So this is still an uphill battle. Got it. “If you won’t go for yourself, at least come along for me? That way ‘m not alone.”

You watch Lip as he considers it, finally nodding his head after a moment of silence. The dismissal bell rings and your teacher gives some spiel about homework but neither of you care to listen. Like a well oiled system you return each other’s borrowed things–your pretty pack of highlighters Lip liked to use for annotation, the pencil he miraculously had when you forgot your own, the laptop which belongs to you and earbuds that belong to him–packing them up and practically racing each other out the door. You stumble through the back row as Lip dashes in front of you, pulling out a chair to leave in your path. It’s easy to laugh, easy to forget how much you’re having to push him to take his future seriously. 

By the time you catch up to him in the hall, there’s a little blonde nuisance at his side. She kisses him obnoxiously, which you think is a little much for the fact they aren’t even official. You’d never say it aloud but you’re not convinced her baby even belongs to him. Her school slut reputation hadn’t come from being a prude after all.  But of course you’re willing to play the part, to be the supportive best friend, because you knew the alternative; being painted as a jealous whore, for the simple act of looking out for your friend. Safe to say, Karen Jackson makes you seethe with rage. 

She doesn’t even offer a greeting, just looks you up and down with a disgusted glare. Lip says she doesn’t talk about you behind your back, but you think he’s just trying to save your feelings. You understand it can be hard to keep the peace between two girls who are equally important to him. Though, you wish he’d wake up from his lust induced haze to see she’s just using him. As always you play the part you’re meant to play. The best friend, ever supportive, standing quietly to the side as they have their moment. A moment that makes you sick to your stomach, but is theirs nonetheless. Not your place to intervene. 

You decide to wait in your car instead of dwelling on it.

Hours pass idly by before you’re in the Gallagher house for the night, too cold and tired to walk the twenty or so steps across the street to your own home. It wasn’t your fault Ian rolled a joint and passed it up when you were already dozing off in Lip’s bed.

When you stub out the joint, Lip tosses a pillow down to the foot of the bed. You can’t help but find it odd, the way you sleep head to foot to keep air between you as if you haven’t shared each other’s space for as long as you can remember. Lip was always wherever you were, and the same went for you. Inseparable for as long as you could remember. But then there came this… tension. The awkward energy] that came with growing up, getting crushes, going on dates. Suddenly it wasn’t normal to curl into your best friend’s side. Instead, he slept on an air mattress when he visited your house, and you occupied opposite ends of the bed at his. 

You’re not sure when the change came about. You find that you hate it. 

With nightfall comes snowfall, and when you wake from an uncomfortable strain in your back you see the soft, white flakes falling outside the window. You sit up, accidentally bumping your head in your excitement. The thud along with the pained groan from your chest wake Lip up, blue eyes blinking blearily up at you in the dim glow of the streetlight. 

“Fuck’re you doin’ MK?” he grumbles, swatting away your hand when it gently shakes his hip. “Go back t’sleep.”

“Look, ‘s snowing,” you murmur, awe painted in your tone as you lean down to turn his head towards the window. 

His next words are muffled by the pillow he shoves over his face, attempting to hide from you and your antics. “We live ‘n fuckin’ Chicago, it snows here. Not like its a miracle.”

“Come outside with me?” you ask simply. The pillow is pulled away from his face and Lip gives you a puzzled look, which you fight with a drawn out whisper of “pleeeeaseeee?”

Lip has never been able to say no to your pleading. Tonight is no exception. Within ten minutes the two of you are outside in your pajamas, fingers clad in fuzzy gloves and feet nestled into too-big snow boots. The snowfall is already slowing when Lip pulls one of his gloves off, struggling to light a cigarette against the icy wind. Without a word you step closer and shelter the light with your body until it catches the end of the cig. When he exhales you mimic the motion with frosted breath. 

Lip is still laughing at your antics when you grab his bicep, tugging his body to the ground with you. “Wha- what the fuck!?”

“Snow angels,” you reply simply, “come on, have a little whimsy, some childlike wonder.” The snow is cold against your back but you begin to move your arms and legs regardless. You tilt your head and are pleasantly surprised to see a boyish grin formed around the cig tucked neatly between his lips. He mimics your motion, arms and legs pushing snow aside until his elbows are brushing grass. 

He offers you the last drag or two from his cig, propping himself up with his elbows dug into the compressed snow where his back had been. “Y’know, I don’t think I’ve made a snow angel since I was–shit–like, five or six?” He hauls himself up and uses his teeth to remove the remaining glove, his hands dipping down into the snow.

“Don’t you dare,” you warn him, your teeth baring with a nervous smile as he steps closer, “Lip! Don’t you fucking-” it’s too late, there’s snow down the back of your crew neck sweatshirt. You shriek, jumping to your feet and packing a snowball of your own for revenge. It’s easy to laugh with him. To forget the troubles that plague your young hearts, subjects far too mature which were introduced at far too young of an age.

You end your little snow escapade on the steps. Lip brushes the gathering snow off the wood to give the two of you room to share a seat and a cigarette. The smoke warms your body and the comfortable silence warms your soul. You watch as he rubs his hands together, lifting them up to feel the little heat provided by the tendrils of smoke. 

When he passes it to you, you take a drag and exhale through your nose, taking both of his hands in your own. You want to scold him lightly, it’s not smart to go without gloves in the snow, but with two hands occupied you can’t exactly hold the cig anywhere other than your mouth. So you stay quiet, and so does he.

Minutes pass in familiar silence. You write your name in the snow at your feet, digging out the letters with the heel of your boot. Lip does the same with the cigarette butt when it’s finished, and you complain how unfair it is that his writing looks much neater compared to yours. He smooths out the snow over your name, rewriting ‘MK’ in the space. 

As you head inside you become aware of how wet your clothes are, the snow melting in the slightly warmer temperatures, though you notice it’s not much. Lip lends you some clothes of his and politely turns his back while you change. Not that you would’ve cared much, anyway. 

“Fuckin’ freezin’ in here Lip,” you mumble, shivering in your hoodie and borrowed boxers as you climb the ladder after him. 

He laughs in response, reaching out to tug you into the softness of his chest. “C’mere, snow miser,” he grumbles, referencing a childhood favorite movie the two of you would watch every Christmas. A smile graces your lips as you settle against his chest, his warmth more familiar than anything you’ve ever known.

Lip tells you quietly about how Frank blew his most recent disability check, leaving Fiona scrambling for the small but important number he often contributed to the heat bill. He rambles on about how each of his siblings were dealing with the cold–something about Carl convincing Debbie her frosted breath was a magical power–and you feel yourself drifting off to the gentle sound of his voice.

In the morning the sun peeks through the worn curtains of the boys’ room. Gentle rays attempt to tug you from the comfortable embrace, but your unconscious mind only snuggles further into Lip’s chest. Carl is the first to take notice of this, snickering and elbowing a distracted Ian in the ribs as he pulls on warmer clothes. The older boy eyes the two of you and grabs Lip’s phone from his desk to snap a quick picture before ushering his younger brother out of the room. 

And when Fiona heads out to head to work, there are still two names written in the snow. With careful footing, she allows them to stay.

THX 4 READING → dedicated to my lovely @notsonian. beta'd by @tinyphantomsalad.

[viridwns]

Can I get a fic about kidnapped reader and yandere Chrollo on a road trip of some kind and she’s like “let me get the aux” because let’s face it Chrollo’s taste in music is not gonna be road trip friendly and she’s just like jamming out to like Sexxy Red and Doja Cat and Flo Rida? Like I feel like that’s the complete opposite type of music he would listen to and she’s over there having a whole concert

Yan!Chrollo lucilfer x reader

Warning(s): mild cussing, forced relationship, unhealthy relationship, one sentence is about implied dubcon

A/N: Quick drabble to try and get out of my writing slump. Too lazy to check for errors, sorry pookies.

WC: I honestly dk, I wrote this on my mobile😭

Antithetical

You loathed car rides with Chrollo. His 'work' forced him to travel a lot, meaning road trips that would usually exceed six hours with no rest stops or pee breaks to avoid being spotted by the wrong people.

Only if you were bursting—on the verge of kidney poisoning—would Chrollo force you to do your business in some random bushes alongside the road.

The close proximity of the metal box had you pushing yourself as far as you could against the door—enjoying the cool steel against your boiling skin.

It was well into summer, and even though you only wore a loose T-shirt from Chrollo and way too large gym shorts, your body didn't seem to regulate the heat.

Chrollo, the non-human that he is, didn't seem bothered by the blazing sun in the slightest. Wearing a white shirt neatly tucked into black, wide-legged trousers secured by a just as dark belt.

You could not spot one drop of sweat on his sickly pale skin.

The AC of the car was blasting in your face, helping a great deal to chase away the uncomfortable warmth. The noise it made was loud, but still not loud enough to overpower the radio.

Chrollo was a control freak through in through. You were used to it by now, but you hadn't expected it to extend all the way to what music was playing in the car.

Car rides with Chrollo were already unbearable. He was a macho driver, thinking you would fall head over heels if he parked with one hand, but even though he tried to look tough, he drove like a grandma—he didn't want any attention, getting pulled over or driving too noticeable could mess up his plans. He also had the need to have one hand rest on your thigh for the whole entirety of the ride, be it five minutes or fifteen hours. He loved prodding at your mind in these long hours; asking you deep and personal questions that would have you reeling by the end of the drive.

But the one thing that icked you the most was his taste in music.

These rides could be long—this one a nice thirteen hours from the last place he kept you—and sleeping could only cover half, if not less. You needed a distraction from the man next to you and his tongue; blasting some good tunes for example.

Für Elise wasn't one of those tunes.

Chrollo had a thing for classical music; befitting his dark academia style as he also loved to read older literature and collect antiques.

And you didn't mind it most of the time—you had to admit that some songs were enjoyable to listen to.

But not for thirteen hours on end.

With one-fourth of the journey done, no desire to sleep, and Chrollo humming along to his playlist, you finally had enough.

"Chrollo, can I have the aux?" You asked, head slightly turning to look at the raven haired man while still holding your place in front of the AC.

You had asked Chrollo this question multiple times, but he always found a way to go around it.

Chrollo squeezed your thigh, making you press yourself further against the door.

His eyes remained focused on the road, but his grin was a tell-tale sign that this was going to be a mind war again.

"And why do you want that?" He replied, turning the radio down a tat to hear you better.

You sighed.

"Because we've been listening to your music since the beginning of the trip." You sat up straight when Chrollo started nodding along with your words.

"Okay, but this music is relaxing. It doesn't distract me from the traffic around me. You don't want us to end up in an accident, no?" He said, sparing you a quick glance.

You pursed your lips.

It was hard to pinpoint where he used manipulation tactics exactly in your conversations.

You were able to pick it up rather quickly now, though.

You turned to him, lips in a thin line.

"Chrollo, this is torturing my ears." You pointed at the radio to emphasize your meaning.

He laughed.

"Don't be dramatic."

"Says you."

"Excuse me?"

"You're excused"

You gave him a sharp glare as he lightly rolled his eyes.

You had to give him a challenge of sorts. You knew he liked the thrill of those—the need to prove that he is capable of overcoming anything in his way.

"You're so dramatic about other people's music tastes. You hate listening to anything other than your own playlist. You don't even know other music genres," you started, crossing your arms over your chest and slumping in the passenger's seat.

As you were about to speak again, Chrollo interjected.

"Rock, Indie, metal, pop, electronic, blues, jazz—should I continue?"

He smiled as he faced you for a second before looking at the road again.

"Nice try, love, but implying that I don't know something is a dead give away of your schemes." Chrollo mused, patting your thigh.

He was mocking you, he saw right through your plan. You were stupid to think you could outwit him.

One day though.

One day you will.

You grumbled before slumping back in your seat, craning your neck to meet the frigid wind of the airconditioner.

The car was silent now except for the violins harmonizing on the radio. You were mere seconds away from taking the wheel and crashing the vehicle just for a few seconds of peace.

Chrollo sighed. You perked up at this. He wasn't too keen on already having you on edge this early in the trip. Every time that happened, you two would fight every day because you were petty like that.

He hands you his phone. You slowly take it with a quirked brow as your straighten your back.

"Fine, go ahead then."

You peer at him, suspicion running high.

"This isn't a trick?"

"No."

"I'm not getting in trouble if I change the music?"

"No."

"I don't have to give you a blow job while you're driving if I do this?"

"If you insist—"

You push the phone his way. Chrollo laughs before throwing you a wink. He nudges the device back with his shoulder.

"There are no catches here. I swear. Play your music."

You throw him uncertain glances as you open the music app; one of the only apps it had. He had bought this phone with you in mind. Shalnark modified it, so only Chrollo's number was on it, and no other numbers could be dialed. It also contained a few games. Like uno, you played that online with a few of the other phantom members. It kept you sane when you were locked in and alone for days on end.

You scrolled through your playlists, Chrollo only had one, and that was the 'liked songs' album.

The corners of your lips quirked upwards as you clicked your 'God better not see this one' list.

You could only feel a little victorious as you watched Chrollo's face sour when boss bitch by Doja Cat blasts from the radio.

You scream the lyrics in his face as you start moving your arms with the rhythm of the music.

It felt so good to just jam out to your songs for once. You ignored the pointed look of Chrollo when the next number that came on was CPR by CupcakKe.

A twinge of happiness tugged at your heart as you realized Chrollo would suffer a hundred times more in these few hours than you did and probably will do in all the carrides that have and will happen.

At least that was what you thought, but as you were about to bellow 'I save dick by giving it CPR' in your kidnapper's ear, he was looking at you with this love sick expression.

Eyes twinkly, stupidly handsome smile on his face and a total lack of concentration of his surroundings.

You felt your stomach lurch, and without a second thought, you put on the four seasons by vivaldi; almost breaking the screen in process.

You dropped the phone on your lap and crossed your arms. Your good mood only lasted three seconds before Chrollo decided to throw acid over it.

He gave you a quick peck on the cheek before returning his eyes to the road.

You felt stupid for buying his lies once again.

"You planned that, didn't you." It was more a statement than a question that came out of your mouth as you pushed your back against the cardoor.

Chrollo hummed as his hand found your thigh again, continuing his finger tapping along with the music.

You huff.

That was all you could do in response to him.

One thing was for certain: you would never play your music again, even if Chrollo begged you to.

[doctorbitchcrxft]

Simon Said | Supernatural Series Rewrite | Dean Winchester x Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (Eventual ? )

Warnings: mind control, canon violence, canon gore, consent lines blurry bc mind control but nothing happens to the reader, mind control attempted suicide

Word Count: 5301

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“I don't know, man, why don't we just chill out, think about this,” Dean said, trying to soothe his brother.

Sam had another vision while he was washing his face a state or two back. Dean was having to be the level-headed one at this moment because Sam was a complete basketcase. “What's there to think about?” the latter asked.

“I just don't know if going to the Roadhouse is the smartest idea,” Dean replied.

“I agree. I like ‘em, but I don’t trust any of them enough yet to tell them about this,” you said earnestly. 

“Guys, it's another premonition. I know it. This is gonna happen, and Ash can tell us where,” Sam protested. “Plus, it could have some connection with the demon. My visions always do.”

“That’s my point,” Dean said. “There's gonna be hunters there. I don't know if going in and announcing that you're some supernatural freak with a— a demonic connection is the best thing, okay?”

“So I'm a freak now?”

You gritted your teeth awkwardly.

Dean slapped Sam on the thigh. “You've always been a freak,” he smiled weakly. 

You looked at Sam concernedly, and it seemed he couldn’t keep still even if his life depended on it.

“Sam, it’s gonna be fine, I promise,” you said. 

He looked back at you, offering a small smile at your attempt to comfort him. You could tell he was unconvinced.

***

When you arrived at the Roadhouse, Jo bounded up to you and the brothers. “Just can't stay away, huh?” she grinned to Dean.

You fought the urge to roll your eyes. You knew your jealousy was baseless but still could barely hold it at bay.

“Yeah, looks like. How you doin', Jo?” the older brother asked her.

Sam hurriedly asked, “Where’s Ash?”

“In his back room,” Jo replied.

He brushed past her wordlessly.

Jo turned after him, watching him go. “And I'm fine…”

“Sorry, he's, we're... kind of on a bit of a timetable,” Dean explained, following after his brother. You nodded and gave a closed-lip smile to Jo, who returned it, before heading after Dean.

You arrived at a door labeled, “ Dr. Badass is: IN.” You snorted at the sign, and Sam knocked on the door. “Ash? Hey, Ash?”

Moments passed; no answer. You knocked, this time saying, “Hey, Dr. Badass?”

The door unlatched and opened a crack to reveal a stark naked Ash. You averted your eyes, feeling intensely uncomfortable.

“Sam? Dean?” Ash sounded high. “Sam and Dean. And (Y/N). Hey, (Y/N).”

You laughed awkwardly, still turned away from Ash standing in the doorway. “Hey, Ash. Um. We need your help.”

“Well, hell, then! Guess I need my pants.” He shut the door, and you and the brothers turned to move back to the bar.

Sam described the scene from his dream and drew a logo of the bus he saw in his dream. Ash sat at a table with his homemade laptop and somehow found the logo based off Sam’s drawing. “Well, I got a match. It's the logo from the Blue Ridge bus lines in Guthrie, Oklahoma.”

“Okay. Do me a favor—” Sam began. “Check Guthrie for any demonic signs, or omens, or anything like that.”

“You think the demon's there?” Ash asked.

Sam nodded. “Yeah, maybe.”

“Why would you think that?”

Dean gruffly replied, “Just check it, alright?”

You shot him a look, as did Ash. He obliged, though, and said, “No, sir, nothing. No demon.”

“Alright, try something else for me. Search Guthrie for a house fire. It would be 1983, fire's origin would be a baby's nursery, night of the kid's six month birthday,” Sam said.

You looked around for eavesdroppers, only to find Jo cleaning a table nearby and watching your group.

“Okay, now that is just weird, man,” Ash protested. “Why the hell would I be looking for that?”

Sam pulled out a beer and set it next to his laptop. “'Cause there's a PBR in it for ya.”

Before Sam could finish his sentence, Ash replied, “Give me fifteen minutes.”

You sat next to Ash as he continued his work, and Dean left to get a beer from Ellen. Suddenly, REO Speedwagon’s “Can’t Fight This Feeling” started playing from the jukebox. You turned your head to the source of the sound and found Jo sauntering over to a horrified-looking Dean at the bar. Your blood boiled, but you just looked back at Ash and his computer. However, you didn’t register anything he was saying or scrolling through.

All you could think about was Jo’s attempted flirting with Dean. Technically, neither party were doing anything wrong; you and Dean had agreed to be friends for the time being. But you were furious at the thought of the two of them together. How disrespectful would that be for Dean to get with Jo days after saying he wanted you and agreed to be friends for now? Your jaw clenched, and you clutched your beer tighter.

Sam snapped in front of your face. “(Y/N), let’s go.”

You broke out of your thoughts and grabbed Dean’s jacket, pulling him along with you.

“See ya, Jo,” you called over your shoulder, stomping out of the bar with Dean in tow. 

Dean chuckled at you, gently shrugging you off him. He stooped down to your level and whispered lowly, “Jealous?”

You jerked away from him, cheeks heating in embarrassment. “No.”

He just smirked in response and kissed the side of your head. “Sure, sweetheart.” He then walked ahead of you to the Impala. 

You froze, flustered and unappreciative of the effect he had on you. “Dean—!”

***

“Sam, you can’t tell me Lord of the Rings is better than Erin Brockovich,” you argued with the younger brother. The two of you had been locked in a heated debate on your favorite movies of recent years, and these two were the next in question.

“(Y/N/N),” Sam started, “Lord of the Rings is based on six books of Tolkein’s experience in World War I, and Erin Brockovich is—”

“Two hours of fuckin’ perfection,” you cut him off. “Julia Roberts acted those other bitches under the table.”

“But the worldbuilding, (Y/N), it’s not even comparable!” 

“Yeah, if you stick around long enough to learn about it. It’s a snoozefest from start to finish,” you giggled.

He scoffed. “Okay, what about—”

“If you two keep talkin’ film nerd, I’m gonna kill myself,” Dean grumbled.

“Killjoy. If it’s not eighties horror, you’re not interested, huh?” you commented, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning back in your seat. 

Dean’s eyes met yours in the rearview mirror. “Did you actually read anything back there, or….?” 

“I did, thank you very much.” You pulled the stack of papers on the seat next to you into your lap. “Andrew Gallagher. Born in ‘83, like Sam. Lost his mother in a nursery fire exactly six months later, also like Sam.”

“You think the demon killed his mom?” Dean asked.

“Sure looks like it,” Sam responded.

“How did you even know to look for this guy?” Dean asked you.

“Well, Sam’s visions have all been attached to the demon or the other kids—”

“Like Max Miller, remember him?” Sam cut you off.

Dean scoffed. “Yeah, but Max Miller was a pasty little psycho.”

“Well, yeah, but my point is, he was killing people,” you began.

Sam continued, “And I was having the same type of visions about him. And now it could be happening all over again with this Gallagher guy.”

Dean asked, “How do we find him?”

You blew air out through your pursed lips. “Don't know. No current address, no current employment. He still owes money on all his bills; phone, credit, utilities—”

“Collection agency flags?” the older brother questioned.

“None in the system.”

“They just let him take a walk?”

You shrugged. “Seems like it. There's a work address from his last W-2; about a year ago. Let's start there.”

***

You and the brothers stopped at a coffee shop dressed in your “formal attire” to question a girl you knew to be friends with Andrew Gallagher about his whereabouts. 

“You won't get anything out of Andy, guys. I'm sorry, but they never do,” she said.

“ ‘They’?” Sam asked.

She tilted her head in confusion. “You're debt collectors, right? Once in a while they come by. I don't know what Andy says to them, but they never come back.”

“Actually we're- we're lawyers. Representing his Great Aunt Leta. She passed, god rest her soul, and left Andy a sizable estate,” Dean lied. “Are you a friend of his?”

“I used to be, yeah. I don't see much of Andy anymore.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

A man came up behind the bashful woman. “Andy? Andy kicks ass, man.”

“Is that right?” Dean questioned.

“Yeah. Andy can get you into anything. He even got me backstage at Aerosmith once; it was beautiful, bro.”

The woman turned to him. “How about bussing a table or two, Weber?”

“Yeah. You bet, boss.” The man named Weber turned away.

“Look,” the woman sighed, “if you want to find him, try Orchard Street. Just look for a van with a barbarian queen painted on the side.”

“Barbarian queen?” Dean’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“She's riding a polar bear. It's kind of hard to miss.”

***

She was right. It was incredibly hard to miss. You and the Winchester boys sat in the back of the Impala, having caught sight of the blue van with the aforementioned painted on the side of it from across the street.

“I'm sorry, I'm starting to like this dude. That van is sweet,” Dean grinned. He turned to his brother. “What's wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Sam, you look like you're sucking on a lemon, what's going on?”

The brunet sighed. “This Andrew Gallagher, he's the second guy like this we've found, Dean. Demon came to them when they were kids, now they're killing people.”

“We don't know what Andrew Gallagher is, alright? He could be innocent,” the older brother argued.

“My visions haven't been wrong yet.”

“Sam, you’re not one of them, if that’s what you’re concerned about,” you said.

“(Y/N), the demon said he had plans for me and children like me,” he replied. “Maybe this is his plan, maybe we're all a bunch of psychic freaks, maybe we're all supposed to be—”

Dean scoffed. “What, killers? So the demon wants you out there killing with your minds, is that it? Come on, give me a break. You're not a murderer, Sam! You don't have it in your bones.”

“No? Last I checked, I kill all kinds of things."

“Sam, that’s different,” you chimed in. “We kill shit that’s already dead. Or… undead. Or… not human— What are you looking at?”

“Got him,” was all Sam replied with. He nodded toward a man walking down the road in a robe, sandals, and baggy pants. The man in question blew a kiss up at a beautiful woman in lingerie leaning out of a window and waving down at him, got a coffee from some random guy he was passing, and then, shook hands with another. 

“That's him. That older guy, that's him, that's the shooter,” Sam rushed out, referencing the man Andy had shaken hands with.

“Alright, you keep on him, we'll stick with Andy. Go.” Sam got out of the car at his older brother’s command.

“We will?” you asked, climbing over the front seat. 

“C’mon, sweetheart.” Dean followed Andy— who had just climbed into his ostentatious van and began to drive off— closely. 

A few minutes of following the man into a suburban area later, the van stopped in the middle of the road and approached the Impala. You discreetly handed Dean his gun from the glovebox and tucked yours into your jacket.

Andy leaned into the rolled-down window of the Impala. “Hey.”

“Hey, hey,” Dean replied.

“This is a cherry ride,” Andy grinned. “Man, the '67? Impala's best year if you ask me. This is a serious classic.”

“Yeah. Y'know, I just rebuilt her, too.”

“And who’s this gorgeous lady you got next to ya?”

“Oh, I’m (Y/N),” you smiled, suddenly not feeling right.

“Hey, can I have the car? And her, if she’ll let me?” Andy asked you and Dean.

“Sure, man,” Dean grinned, getting out of the car to let the man into the driver’s side.

“Hi, handsome,” you smiled, draping yourself over Andy’s shoulder. You weren’t quite sure what was happening to you, but you knew you weren’t fully in control of what you were doing.

“Take it easy,” Andy told Dean before driving off with you.

“Where ya takin’ me?” you asked him, still mentally horrified by the effect he was having on you. 

“You’ll see,” he grinned, and you settled into his shoulder as he continued to drive.

***

About ten minutes later, the man driving you around received a call that seemed to really upset him. He drove a little faster and parked the car moments later once you’d arrived in front of the café you’d first gone to when you rolled into town.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” you asked, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Uh, I—” he paused, sighing. “Stay here, okay?”

“Okay!” You sat patiently with your hands folded in your lap, waiting for him to come back. You suddenly seemed to realize what you’d been doing and looked around yourself, trying to gain your bearings. You were relieved to see Dean and Sam approaching you. You jumped out of the car and leapt into Dean’s arms. “Dean! What the hell, man, he full-on Obi-Wan-ed us!” You let him go and hugged Sam. “What’s wrong, dude, you look like you’ve seen a ghost?”

“That guy, um, from my visions, he stepped out in front of a bus. Right after he got off the phone,” Sam explained. “We’re thinkin’ Gallagher called him.”

Your brows furrowed and stomach dropped. “Oh.”

“He would’ve had to be on the phone with you in the car,” Dean added. “Was he?”

You shook your head. “No. I mean, not until a second or two before he ditched the car and me in the front seat.”

“Did he… do anything to you?” Sam asked. 

You shook your head.

“A real Samaritan, this guy,” the brunet quipped.

You turned to Dean talking to his car. “Oh, baby, I promise I’ll never leave you again.”

“Do you want a moment alone with her?” you deadpanned to Dean.

“We have a special bond,” he said after a pause. He turned back to his car. “She just doesn’t understand us.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to suppress the smile tugging at the ends of your lips. “Anyway, he didn’t give any kind of a command over the phone. If anything, he was upset when he answered his phone not ten minutes ago. I don’t think he’s our guy.”

“Either way, how are we going to track this guy down?” Sam asked.

“Not a problem,” Dean smirked.

***

“I’ll give you that, his ride isn’t exactly ‘covert’,” you said upon finding the van again. 

Dean pulled a small crowbar out of his jacket and pried the doors of the van open with it. The opened doors revealed a disco ball, fur rugs, a tiger painted on the wall, several thick books, and an enormous bong.

“Oh. Oh, come on. This is— this is magnificent, that's what this is. Not exactly a serial killer's lair, though. There's no... clown paintings on the walls, or scissors stuck in victims' photos. I like the tiger,” Dean chuckled in awe.

“Dean, he tried to kidnap me. And he kidnapped your car. Can we stay focused, please?” you deadpanned. You looked down at the books. 

Sam picked one up. “Hegel, Kant, Wittgenstein? That's some pretty heavy reading, guys.”

Dean picked up the glass object lying next to them. “Yeah, and, uh, Moby Dick's bong.”

***

Sam and Dean bickered over whether or not they thought Andy was guilty as you zoned out in the backseat. That was, until, the man in question hit the passenger’s side door, startling all three of you.

“Hey! You think I haven't seen you three? Why are you following me?” He asked, his voice reverberating strangely in your ears.

Sam calmly began to explain. “Well, we're lawyers. See, a relative of yours has passed aw—” 

“Tell the truth!” Andy’s voice echoed in your mind.

“We hunt demons,” Dean rushed out.

Andy jerked back in surprise. “What?”

“Dean!” Sam scolded.

“He’s telling the truth,” you jumped in. “That’s Sam. He’s Dean’s brother. I’m (Y/N). I met their dad on a hunt, and, uh, here I am! I follow them everywhere because they’re my best friends and the only real family I’ve ever had, and I’m terrified of losing them, and I followed them to you.”

“(Y/N), shut up!” Sam chastised, turning to face you. 

“I’m trying,” you said.

“He's psychic. Kind of like you. Well, not really like you, but see, he thinks you're a murderer,” Dean continued, “and he's afraid that he's going to become one himself, 'cause you're all part of something that's terrible. And, I hope to hell that he's wrong, but I'm starting to get a little scared that he might be right.”

“Okay, you know what? Just leave me alone,” Andy said.

“Okay,” Dean nodded.

Andy walked away from the door, and Sam followed. You and Dean clutched your heads.

“Holy fuck, that hurt,” you groaned.

“Did you really mean that?” Dean asked, clutching the bridge of his nose.

“What, that this hurts?” you scoffed.

“No, about me and Sam.”

“Dude, he made me Professor-Xavier-level spill my guts,” you grumbled. “I couldn’t have lied if I tried.”

Dean gave you a confusing look, but you got out of the car, feeling embarrassed. Sam held up a hand, warning you not to come any closer. You could vaguely hear Andy and Sam arguing about the origins of their powers and the doctor’s death, but all you could focus on was what you’d just admitted.

“(Y/N)—” Dean started.

“No, Dean.” You looked up at him. “We can talk about it one day when this is all over. Just… for now, let’s not.”

He didn’t say anything, but eyed you curiously. Before either of you could say another word to each other, Sam began to collapse to the floor. You and Dean ran to him to catch him and lowered him to the asphalt.

“Sam? What is it?” Dean asked his brother, shaking him.

“Look, I didn't do anything to him—”

“We know you didn’t,” you told Andy.

Sam snapped to attention. “A woman. A woman burning alive. A gas station, a woman is gonna kill herself.”

Andy’s voice rose significantly in pitch. “What does he mean, going to? What is he, what is—”

“Shut up!” you and Dean told Andy.

“She gets triggered by a call on her cell,” Sam continued.

“When?”

“I don't know.” Dean helped his brother stand as he continued talking, “But as long as we keep our eyes on this son of a bitch, he can't hurt her.”

Andy raised his hands up in surrender. “I didn't hurt anybody.”

“Yeah, not yet,” you said. Your head jerked toward the sound of a fire engine roaring and flashing by you on the highway next to you.

“Go,” Sam told you and Dean. The two of you sprinted to the car and headed off to follow the firetruck.

When you arrived, you were disheartened to see the first responders trying to put out the fire, keep civilians away, and recover the charred body of the woman who had died.

Dean immediately called Sam. “Hey, it's me. She's dead. Burned up, just like you said… Like minutes before I got here! I mean, the smell hasn't even cleared. What's up with your visions, man? This wasn't even a head start… Listen, you were with Andy when this whole thing went down, so it- it can't be him, it's gotta be somebody else doing this… What else is new? Well, we'll dig around here, see what else we can find.”

You and Dean roamed around talking to first responders and bystanders, posing as relatives of the woman who’d died. It was one of the things you felt guilty about in your line of work; posing as relatives of the dead to get information felt disrespectful to you. But alas, you had to, in this case.

You and Dean drove in silence back to the lot where Sam and Andy were talking on the bed of a broken truck as you rolled up. 

“Victim's name was Holly Beckett, forty-one, single,” Dean explained to Sam.

“I called Ash back at the crime scene,” you began. “Said he found a Holly Beckett who gave birth when she was eighteen, back in ‘83. Same day you were born, Andy.”

“Andy, were you adopted?” Sam questioned.

He nodded as if it were obvious. “Well, yeah.”

Dean glared pointedly. “You were? And you neglected to mention that?”

“Never really came up,” Andy deadpanned. “I mean, I, I never knew my birth parents, and, and like you said my adopted mom died when I was a baby— do you, do you think this Holly woman could actually be my m—”

“I don't know,” you explained. “I tried to get a copy of the birth records, but they're hard copy only, sealed in the county office.”

Andy smirked. “Well, screw that.”

***

You and the brothers went through the drawers of file cabinets searching for phone records as Andy began leading the guards out of the room.

“Probably shouldn't have left you kids in here,” the guard said.

Andy rubbed a hand over his back. “No, it'll all be fine. Alright? Just go get a cup of coffee.” As the guard left, he continued, saying, “These aren't the 'droids you're looking for.”

You and Dean grinned. “Awesome,” the older brother said.

“I got it,” Sam said. “Andy, it's true. Holly Beckett was your birth mother.”

Andy looked like he’d been punched in the stomach. “Huh. Does anyone have a Vicodin?”

"No Vicodin. Weed, though," you told him, offering him a joint from a pack of pre-rolls in your jacket.

Andy considered but shook his head.

“Dr. Jennings was her doctor, too, I mean, he oversaw the adoption. You have a solid connection to both of them.”

“Yeah, but I— I didn't kill them,” he rushed out.

“We believe you,” Sam told him.

“But uh, who did?” Dean questioned.

“I think I got a pretty good guess,” Sam replied. “Holly Beckett gave birth to twins.”

Andy’s jaw dropped. “I have an evil twin.” He looked to you. "I may take that joint now."

Sam began flipping through another folder of documents. “Holly put you and your brother up for adoption. And you went to the Gallagher family, obviously, and your brother went to the Weems family from upstate.”

You looked over at the zoned-out Andy. “You okay? Still with us?”

He shook his head and looked over at you. “Um. What was my brother's name?”

Sam flipped to another page. “Here. Um, Ansen Weems. And he's got a local address.”

“He- He lives here?!”

Dean pushed a few buttons on the computer. “Let's get a look at him. Got his picture coming off from the DMV right now.”

“Dean, you can barely work a toaster. How’d you find his picture from the DMV?” you asked.

He just glared at you in response. You could tell he was messing with you, though.

You pulled the paper off the printer, eyes widening as you recognized the man in the picture. “Hate to kick you while you're freaked,” you said. “Take a look at that.”

When Andy caught sight of his friend from the café Weber looking back at him from the printed off image, his jaw dropped even further in shock.

***

It was a race against the clock to find where Weber had taken Andy’s ex-girlfriend, Tracy— the woman you spoke to at the diner— after Sam had another vision about her jumping off a bridge. Sam’s visions were getting more intense and painful; poor guy. Andy directed Dean to the bridge Sam described from his vision, and the four of you climbed out of the car in unison.

“(Y/N), Dean, you should stay back,” Sam said.

“No argument here. Had my head screwed with enough for one day,” Dean leaned against his car next to you. You watched Andy and Sam head to fend off Weber when you got an idea. “You got a Remington in the trunk? Or an FR F2?”

He smirked at you. “Have you met me?”

***

You and Dean found a spot in the trees far enough away from the scene below to get a clear shot at Weber without being able to hear one of his commands. Dean only had one FR F2, and you convinced him to hand it over to you. You were a damn near perfect shot and could easily take this guy out.

You lined up your shot, smiling smugly when you centered his head on the cross in the middle of the scope. ‘Gotcha,’ you thought. Suddenly, his head turned to you. He said something you couldn’t hear, but it was enough to get you to tuck the barrel of the rifle under your chin.

“(Y/N)! Stop it!” Dean tugged on your arm and managed to wrestle it away from the trigger when another gunshot rang out. As you came back into full control of your body, your breathing labored. You dropped the gun and collapsed backward into Dean’s chest, and his arms circled you as you turned your face into him.

“I got you, I got you,” he assured you as you wound your hands around his neck and buried your face in his chest.

“C’mon, we gotta get Sammy,” Dean said, pulling you down the hill to the bridge with him. 

You found Sam passed out on the floor and sat with Dean while he did his best to wake his brother up. When he did finally awaken, the paramedics had begun to arrive. Andy’s skills were clearly developing given the way he spoke to the police about the incident.

“He shot himself. And you all saw it happen,” he told them. All of the policemen nodded in affirmation.

The paramedics fixed Sam’s shoulder and wrapped a disposable blanket around Tracy’s shoulders. You watched Tracy’s frightened gaze that she couldn’t quite meet Andy’s eyes with. You knew she wouldn’t ever see him the same, and that broke your heart a bit. Andy seemed to understand that, too.

“She won't even look at me,” he noted.

“Yeah, she's pretty shaken up,” Sam gently responded.

“No, it's— this is different. It's, uh, I never— I never used my mind-thing on her before. Before tonight. She's scared of me now.” His face fell as the words left his lips; as if it became real for him.

“Hey, Andy, I hate to do this, but um, we have to get out of here. Here. I wrote down my cell.” Sam handed him a piece of paper with his phone number on it. “You don't have to be alone in this, alright? If anything comes up, just call me up.” 

“Wha- what am I supposed to do now?”

“You be good, Andy. Or we'll be back,” Dean stated firmly.

“Looks like I was right,” Sam said as you walked back to the car with the brothers.

“About what?” Dean questioned.

“Andy. He’s a killer after all,” he responded.

“No, he's a hero. He saved his girlfriend's life, he saved her life.” Dean pointed to you, his voice becoming firmer.

“Bottom line, he wasted somebody,” Sam argued.

“No, dude,” you jumped in. “He’s not a foaming-at-the-mouth psycho, though. He was pushed into that. All of us would’ve died had he not.”

“Weber was pushed too, in his own way. Max Miller was pushed. Hell, I was pushed by Jessica's death.”

You scoffed. “What’s your point, man?”

“Right circumstances, everyone's capable of murder. Everyone. Y'know, maybe that's what the demon's doing. Pushing us. Finding ways to break us,” Sam continued.

You considered Sam’s words. “I agree that everybody’s capable, but—”

Dean cut you off. “Sam, we don't know what the demon wants, okay? Quit worrying about it.”

“You know, I heard you before, Dean, when Andy made you tell the truth. You're just as scared of this as I am.” Sam turned to his brother.

Dean scoffed. “That was mind control! I mean, it's like, like, that's like being roofied, man, that doesn't count.”

“What?”

“No. I'm- I'm calling do-over,” the older brother responded petulantly.

You giggled. “Are you five?”

“Doesn't matter. Look, we've just gotta keep doing what we're doing, find that evil son of a bitch and kill it,” he told Sam.

The brunet sighed, “Yeah, I guess.”

Dean’s phone rang through the uncomfortable silence. “Hello? Ellen. What's going on? Yeah, we'll be right there.”

***

When you arrived at the Roadhouse, Jo eyed Dean wantonly. You were repulsed, but you stomached your jealousy and pushed forward to Ellen. “What’s going on?” you asked her. 

She motioned for you to sit at the bar. You did so, confused. 

“Jo?” Ellen called to her daughter from behind the bar. “Go pull up another case of beer.”

“Mom,” she groaned.

Ellen stared her down. “Now. Please.”

As Jo left, Ellen leaned across the bar in front of you and the boys. “So. You uh, you want to tell me about this last hunt of yours?”

Dean shook his head. “No. Not really. No offense, it's just kind of a family thing.”

“Not anymore,” she responded. She dropped a stack of papers on the bar in front of you. “I got this stuff from Ash. Andrew Gallagher's house burnt down on his six month birthday, just like your house. You think it was the demon both times, don't you? You think it went after Gallagher's family?”

Sam answered before Dean could. “Yeah, we think so.”

“Sam—” Dean scolded.

“Why?” Ellen asked.

You began, “Ellen, you’re lovely and all, but this really isn’t—”

She cut you off. “You mind your tongue with me, girl. This isn't just your war, this is war. Now, something big and bad's coming, and it's coming fast, and their side holds all the cards. Now, at best, all we got is us. Together. No secrets or half-truths here.”

You eyed her warningly as Sam spoke. “There are people out there, like Andy Gallagher, like me. And um... we all have some kind of ability.”

“Ability?” Ellen asked.

Dean rolled his eyes, uncomfortable.

“Yeah. Psychic ability. Me, I have, um, I have visions. Premonitions. I don't know, it's- it's different for everybody. The demon said he had plans for people like us.”

“What kind of plans?”

“We don't really know for sure.”

“These people out there; these psychics— they dangerous?”

You and Dean jumped in quickly. “No.” Dean finished by saying, “Not all of them.”

Sam eyed his brother. “But some are. Some are very dangerous.”

“Okay, how many of them are we looking at?”

“We've been able to track a clear pattern so far. They've all had house fires on the night of the kid's six month birthday,” Dean explained.

“That's not true,” Sam told his brother.

You turned to him, confused.

“Weber? Or Ansen Weems, or whatever his name is— I looked at his files, and there was no house fire. There's nothing out of the ordinary,” he explained.

Ellen took yours and Dean’s shock as an opportunity to rejoin the conversation. “Which breaks pattern. So if there's any others like him, there'd be nothing in the system. No way to track 'em all down.”

“And so who knows how many of 'em are really out there?” Sam added.

Jo walked up behind you and the boys.

“Jo, honey?” her mom said. “You'd better break out the whiskey instead.”

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danny ... finding out the boy in the picture ... is the v card thief !!!! Kicking my feet and giggling !!

The Taste of Temptation || DR3 {7}

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, angst, smut, fluff, soft!danny WC: 2.5K F1 Masterlist Story: One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight Snapshots: One || Two || Three || Four || Five Fic Playlist: Die A Happy Man - Thomas Rhett

The colour behind your eyelids dimmed and you opened them wondering where the cloud had come from in the endless blue sky. You immediately sat up and looked around for Danny when you found the cloud in your day was actually Andrew towering over your sun lounger.

“Uh, hi,” you said as he smiled and leaned in to try to hug you. “Woah, what are you doing?”

“We haven’t seen each other in like five years.” His arms were still open expecting to embrace you.

“Exactly.” You grabbed your towel and wrapped it around your body after seeing his eyes roam the skin that was visible.

“Hey baby, is this guy bothering you?” Daniel arrived at your back, his hands cold on your shoulders from going to the lakeside cafe and getting some iced drinks. “Wait, I recognise you - you’re the perv from the picture.”

“What?” Andrew chuckled in confusion.

“You were checking her out at the bar last night.” Daniel opened his phone and shook his head as he saw the picture again, confirming it as he turned it around. “Seriously?”

Andrew laughed and looked at you with a smirk. “I thought it was you but I couldn’t see your face. That ass though, I’d recognise it anywhere.”

“Danny!” you gasped as you leapt to your feet, turning and planting your hands on his chest at the first sign of movement. “There’s a crowd, you know what Christian said.”

“You think I care, kitten?”

“I think he isn’t worth it.” You looked over your shoulder to see an incensing remark about to be sent Daniel’s way. “Andrew, please leave.”

“Andrew huh?” Daniel echoed before his arms curled around your waist and he stared him down from where he rested his chin on your shoulder. 

“She told you about me?” he asked with a cocky grin.

You sighed at the stand off you found yourself in the midst of and narrowed your eyes at Andrew hoping he would get the message to piss off but he wasn’t looking at you and seemed content to ruin your day. More and more cameras were coming out as the tension seemed to ripple across the surface of the lake. 

“Did she tell you I was her first?” he taunted with a smirk. 

“So? I’ll be her last,” Daniel laughed as his hand splayed low across your abdomen, his fingertips dancing across the top of your swimsuit bottoms and drawing Andrew’s eyes down to the movement. “That’s all that matters.”

“Drew, move it along,” your father stated as he arrived, soaking wet from leaving the lake to intervene when he noticed the three of you. 

“It’s public property, sir.” Daniel snorted at the switch in character while your dad found his phone with his belongings next to yours, already starting to dial a number. “Who are you calling?”

“Your father.” Andrew was gone before he could hit ‘call’ and he tossed it back on the sun lounger with a shake of his head. “That boy never knew when to walk away.”

“Thanks, dad.”

“It’s not a family reunion without some drama, last time it was Nessa and that boy - what’s his name? - I lose count,” he said with a roll of his eyes before pointing a finger at Daniel’s hand. “I know you’re marrying her, but she’s still my daughter, hands above the waist, son.”

His palms had warmed on your skin and they quickly shifted up to your ribs with a stiff nod. “Yes, sir.”

With your father heading back to the water, Daniel couldn’t resist whispering in your ear, “Imagine if he knew all the bad things I had done to his little girl.”

“I don’t think they are bad things,” you whispered back. “I think they are very, very good.”

“That’s because you are a filthy little minx, my kitten.”

You turned in his arms that remained firmly above your hips and bit your lip as you thought of all the filthy things you wanted him to do. “Wanna head back early?”

His smile turned to a chuckle and his head tilted slightly. “To an empty house? It would be very quiet.”

“Not for long, I’m sure you can change that.”

His hands started to drift to your ass and he swallowed as he watched your tongue wet your lips. “Just how will I do that?”

“I could tell you, or...I could show you.”

“Any other ex-boyfriends I should know about, kitten?” Daniel asked on the drive home from the airport.

“Nope, funnily enough I wasn’t all that interested in dating and men before I met you.”

His eyes to you, quickly reading the honesty on your face before returning to the road. “Then how did Douche-Bag-Drew get a shot?”

You shrugged at the question and tucked your leg up on the seat to rest your chin on your knee as you watched the city come into view. “Naivety, YA books, I don’t know. I thought it was an experience you were meant to have before going off to college or uni. It wasn’t because I was ready or in love. Maybe that’s why it hurt so much, it was horrible.”

He reached across the seat and took your hand, bringing it to his lips so he could kiss your knuckles. “I’m sorry.”

Your brows pinched together in confusion at the apology. “Why?”

“Because you deserved better,” he said softly as he laced his fingers with yours and drove with one hand on the wheel. “I would have laid you down on a bed of rose petals and kissed every inch of your body. I would have made you comfortable and ready for me. I would have made sure you came before I even entered you, gentle and slow.”

His words were sweet and filthy, both making your chest swell with emotion and your pussy throb in reaction. “And that’s why I fell in love with you.”

You weren’t even home for 10 minutes before Daniel was out the door on an errand so you unpacked your bags before taking a shower after the flight left you feeling icky. You took your time assuming he would join you after hearing him pottering around in the apartment but after running out of things to wash and shave you turned the water off.  After towelling off, you stepped out of the bathroom and gasped at what you found waiting in the bedroom. 

Scented candles lit the room with the curtains drawn shut, the orange glow of each flame spilling across the quilt that was covered in red petals. The playlist you had made with love songs for your wedding was playing quietly from the speakers in the ceiling and Daniel hummed along as he entered the room with two wine stems filled with the special reserve wine of his you loved.

“Baby…” you choked as your eyes began to well with unshed tears and he handed you a glass.

“No bad things tonight, kitten,” he promised before sealing it with a searing kiss that almost made you forget you were holding a glass. You started to place it down on the drawers but he pulled back and lifted it up to your lips. “There’s no rush, love.”

The hint of cinnamon notes in the wine mixed with the rose petals on the bed and Daniel’s woody cologne drove your senses wild as you took a sip. This time he followed you as you placed the glass down, letting you set the pace as you took his hand and walked backwards to the bed. His arms curled around your waist and he picked you up to gently lay you down on the petals. They crushed beneath you and their scent grew stronger as Daniel started to kiss his way down your body.

“That tickles,” you giggled as he made it to your ankles before starting to make his way back. He smiled as he draped one leg over his shoulder and kissed your calf while his hand ran up and down your other leg, the contrast of his hard fingers stark against his soft lips. “I love your legs, kitten, they are stunning, especially when they are wrapped around me.”

Warmth prickled across your skin as his words filled your heart until you were certain it would burst with everything you were feeling. This was the side of Daniel only the people closest to him saw. Everyone else saw him as a comedian or their competition. Few saw the compassionate and caring man that was in front of you. There was a seriousness with his determination to make you feel the best you possibly could that he didn’t even have on the track. 

“Let me wrap them around your hips then,” you dared as you wriggled closer, but he just chuckled and shook his head.

“Not yet, I’m taking my time with you.” His hands caressed your thighs, his thumbs drawing soft circles that brought him closer to your core each time as he settled between them. His lips found each stretch mark and blemish, kissing them with sweet murmurs of your beauty and erasing every insecurity you had felt over the years. “I am the luckiest goddamn man in the world, kitten.” Your head fell back onto the quilt as his breath blew across your core and his palms reached the supple skin on your inner thighs, his thumbs spreading you open for him. “Only an idiot would let you go.”

You could only just think clearly enough to comprehend the shade thrown at Andrew but it was forgotten when his tongue teased your entrance, dipping inside to taste your essence before he hummed in contentment. He kept his promise and took his time, keeping you teetering on the edge of bliss until you were lightheaded from the shallow breaths you just managed to gasp. Only when you were begging him, your muscles constantly tense and shaking from how tightly wound up you were, did he press his tongue to your clit and give you the pressure needed for the orgasm to break free. 

The room reverberated your cries of pleasure and his tongue was there to lap at the fruits of his labour and elicit every last drop until he was drunk on your taste. Rising to his knees between your legs, you could see his jeans struggling to contain his erection and you begged him to hurry up and rid himself of the clothes he still wore. 

You tried to help, reaching for the zip as he unbuckled his belt, but he stood up out of your reach to pull his shirt over his head and then kick his jeans off.

You couldn’t believe this was the man you were going to spend the rest of your life with, he was more than you ever imagined a husband to be when you cast your eyes over his body and watched him fist his cock in his hand. Somehow you had been lucky enough to find a man who would not only die to protect you, but make you feel alive with every breath he had left; a man who could go 300 km/h on the track but take his time loving you in bed. 

“Daniel, I love you,” you whispered as if it were a confession and not something you told him everyday - but this was different. He was giving you the experience you should have had the first time, when you lost your virginity too soon and to someone you didn’t love. “I’m ready.”

The weight of his body on yours was reassuring and comforting as he lined himself up, still content to take his time, easing slowly into you until you both moaned when your bodies were completely joined. Your breath mingled as he pressed his forehead to yours and felt your hands dance along his spine, his eyes staring into your soul as he started to leisurely roll his hips, deliberately unrushed despite the primal urge to chase his own release. 

You had never felt such a shattering release as you did when his hand travelled down your thigh, gripping the underside of your knee and pulling it so you could wrap your leg around his hip. There was something so intimate in the way his hand glided over your skin, finding the swell of your ass and caressing it with the same softness that sent goosebumps rising along your skin and your heart fluttering erratically. 

“Danny,” you moaned as you tried to tell him what was happening, but the words were lost as he felt it for himself, your core clenching around him before erupting in undulating waves that tipped him over the edge of his own self-control. 

Your name tumbled from his lips as you felt his cock pulse with his release, feeling the heat of his seed as it filled you and he dropped his head to your shoulder with a peppering of kisses. “Now I’m your first and last, kitten.”

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[ramblingautisticman]

Why Is This Song In My Poolverine Playlist, A Series.

(I am extremley insane and make playlists for every ship/character/show I like, and yes there is a reason each on is in there. I think of lil scenarios, situations or straight up story ideas because of a song- so enjoy this series where I write them all down!)

Today's song, Car Lights by James Marriot.

So, firstly, this is a Wade and Logan song. The lyrics and the vibe and everything just fit in my head perfectly. (All of the lyrics in Red are Wade, all in Orange are Logan)

Now, the first verse seems to me like Wade's thoughts as he sits at the table, surrounded by the people he saved, staring into the pizza on his plate zoned out.

Wade questions why he's still here. He was ready to die, to finally be the hero, and get his happy ending. He was going to finally matter. He was going to finally make a difference- but here he was. Logan had saved him. Logan had fought hard to do so - for some strange reason- and now his family of 9 (well, 12. Laura, Logan and Dogpool all had a place here now, and he hoped it lasted for a long while.) were sat around his shitty dining table, drinking shitty beer and eating even shittier pizza. It felt weird. He felt out of place.

"Why am I here? Could you come instead? I'm ten good miles out of my depth."

But he should be happy. He should be glad that his family are safe- that he has found more people to add to his photo! Everything should feel perfect! Yet, he still feels as he did before. He still has this gnawing feeling of inadequacy, the feeling that- even after all this- he still hasn't done anything of value. It was only because Logan agreed to come with him that they were safe now. If Logan had said no, or if he hadn't been able to find a Logan who had agreed, they would all be dead. They would all be nothing.

"Some more fake smiles, I'll just nod my head."

And while he wants to just drown in those thoughts for awhile, Logan manages to snap him out of it by taking Mary Puppins from him, telling him to talk to Vanessa. And what's strange is that- even after doing this for her- he doesn't really feel that spark as he looks at her. He feels this strange empty pit in his stomach where previously there had been this wondrous feeling of hope and love. Wade suddenly can't help but feel stupid for even trying to win her back. Vanessa was happy with Dermot. Vanessa had moved on and suddenly- sitting here with everyone- he realizes those feelings of hope and love have shifted. He isn't sure what to, but they have shifted, and it makes his stomach twist. Maybe this was a sign that Wade really wasn't important. That he wasn't destined to do great things and that he would be alone forever. So he shares a quiet word, tries to pretend he is happy and still inlove, and soon enough they are holding hands ontop of the table. But it doesn't feel like it used too. That electricity isn't there and Wade finds that he doesn't want to try and chase it. He doesn't know if he can set himself to just be hurt again- but he also knows he doesn't want it. He doesn't know what he wants now, but maybe it isn't this, and that scares him.

"For one more glimpse of your breath. Stained shirts and cigarettes. I failed again, tried my best."

Soon enough, everyone has said their goodbyes, Logan and Wade left to clean the apartment up while Al goes to bed. It's quiet for a moment, before Logan asks how it went with Vanessa, and Wade freezes at the question. He should feel something about the fact they aren't getting back together- shouldn't he? Should be upset or annoyed or angry or something- but he really isn't. He thinks that Vanessa is better off without him. Everyone he has ever gotten close too ends up hurt anyway, and Vanessa is the massive proof of that. And he must not of answered because suddenly he feels a strong but gentle hand on his shoulder, and Logan is stood infront of him with a concerned expression. It makes Wade feel safe and seen and fucking worse and he quickly plasters a smile on his face, makes a grotesque joke about how he won't ever get to see that pussy again, and throws some music on to drown out the thoughts as he finishes cleaning the apartment.

"Forget my fears, ignore all my frets. Just lay your mind on my chest."

And maybe Logan seems to understand because he doesn't ask any more questions, just tidys with him while some trashy music plays behind them, and Wade is overly grateful for that. As much as he doesn't want to think about why he is feeling the way he does, he knows he should. Wade tries to rationalise it- to tell himself that maybe it's because he's tired or because Vanessa told him they couldn't get back together- but he knows those are both lies. It suddenly hits him that he doesn't feel sad or angry because he doesn't feel like that towards her anymore. It hits him hard, that realisation. Vanessa had been the one thing in Wades life he knew would always be there- and in theory- always be the same. They were meant to be soulmates, to match eachothers crazy, but suddenly they weren't and suddenly Wade was okay with that. And, once again, he must of freaked Logan out- this time there are two strong hands on his shoulders trying to ground him- and it works. It takes a minute, and Logan has to talk to him about how to breath, but it works and Wade feels wet streaks down his face. Logan doesn't even say anything before he is wrapping his hands around Wade and pulling him into his chest, holding him as close as he can. After a good few minutes of awkwardly standing there, Wade wraps his shaky arms around Logan's middle and let's everything hit him. Let's the emotions take over, and before he can register it, he's crying into Logan's chest.

"You seem like that kind of guy to play me tonight."

It should feel comforting- and it does, it really really does- but it also makes Wade feel a strangley familiar sensation in his stomach. That warm fuzzy feelings that's a mixture of anxiety and comfort. A feeling he only used to feel with Vanessa. Wade knows he shouldn't feel like this. Really. This is Logan- and he was Wade- and he has only just realized he doesn't even want Vanessa anymore- but it doesn't feel bad. For some reason, the warm fuzzy feeling makes him feel better. Makes him feel safe. Makes him feel like maybe everything will be okay- because for some reason- someone might care.

"I hate what your doing, I hate that it feels so right."

And that makes him feel even worse somehow, and Wade is quickly pulling away from Logan because he can't deal with this right now. Right now he needs to make a bed for Mary Puppins and set the pull out couch up for them and he needs to throw the rest of the pizza away before it gets all gross and he doesn't have time to think about this. Think about why he feels like this.

And honestly, the rest of the song? It's Logan and Wade.

"I think I'm falling for someone else".

After such a long time pining over Vanessa, Wade suddenly becoming aware that he doesn't have feelings for the one person who he thought understood him and that instead he's gaining feelings for someone who truly understands him, and being completely terrified.

"I'm not scared, there's nothing to run from"

That is Logan reassuring Wade. Telling him that, I love you no matter what. I want you. There is nothing I am scared of- not when I'm stood next to you. Reminding him that there is no danger in letting him be loved. That he doesn't have to run.

"You can hold my hand in a crowded place, but just hold me close, and hope that they don't see my face."

Wade feeling insecure being public with his relationship. He hates how he looks- how people stare and gawk at him- and Logan doesn't need that. Logan doesn't need people to look at him and feel pity.

"I can answer your troubles if you let me in."

Logan begging Wade to let him in. To talk to him. To be open about why he feels the way he does- trying to help him as much as he can.

I hope you enjoyed this long ramble, and if yall want the playlist let me know!!

[unsaidthingsj2e]

Promise i don't forget all of my fault in this

Summary : After Jude broke your heart, he can't help but regret how he did it. Loosing his best friend of 10 years is not something he knows how to cope with

a/n : here is part 2 to this fic, probably not what you were expecting but i like it this way better!

english is still not my first language so if any sentence doesn't make sense or if typos are hiding in there, i apologize!! (+ this is even barely proofread sorry)

title is a lyrics from Best by Gracie Abrams

To the eye of anyone else, his life looked like a dream.

With his career predicted to continue its raising towards a legendary peak, a beautiful girl he genuinely was in love with at his side and a promise of everything going his way in life, it seemed like the equation was solved.

The thing is, it was solved, he found x, he had x but he also threw x away, thinking it wasn't necessary to his well-being.

The problem is, x was his ex-lover, ex-best friend, ex-childhood friend. When he made the decision to leave her behind, he thought he did the right thing.

Breaking her heart was the hardest thing he ever had to do, but he knew she wouldn't have survived seeing him with a new girl while still being in his life. He knew if given the option, she would've stayed at his side, as a best friend, a friend, an acquaintance. So in his mind, breaking her heart, leaving her with a lost soulmate was the best decision, for her.

He had not anticipated how much it would hurt him as well.

He spent the first week feeling unbelievably lighter. Lying to her, going out with his girl behind her back and cheating were not things he had enjoyed doing. He knew he had no right to be sad or even to complain about anything, being the one doing the cheating and not being cheated on.

He was certain if younger Jude could, he would find a way to travel in time and hunt current Jude down until the end of his days. She used to be so much more than an ex-lover.

Ever since primary school, she had been the only constant thing in his life. He had other friendships that he grew out of, he had girlfriends that wouldn't last enough time for him to even get attached, and he now had fans that would forget about him in a few months. But she was always there, and that's what made him think she was the perfect match for him.

He already loved her and they got along better than any other friends, he knew her inside out and still admired her, he already went through hell and back by her side. It made sense that what he was feeling was romantic love. And perhaps it was at first, or maybe it never was, he could not pinpoint the moment he realized he made a mistake and confused platonic feelings for romantic ones.

It's the fact that she realized so much faster than him that scared him, and that made the process happen so much faster. She managed to watch the light fade from his eyes before he could put a name on what was happening in his head when he looked at her. She noticed the nature of the blank stares he would be stuck in and deep down, she knew.

Tonight marks the third week since he broke her heart, and his guilt laced with longing is eating him alive. Because today was the 22nd of the month, day on which, every month without a miss, they would meet up one way or another to watch movies and gossip and catch up on lost time due to their busy schedules.

It had become a tradition since they were kids, Jude had to conceal football and school and ended up being able to spend less time with her. A June 22nd, she had voiced her worries of him forgetting her in the whole process, so he promised at least every month, she would get a night of his full undivided attention.

It was never just movies, some 22nd's were spent on her house's roof, stargazing while sharing terrifying thoughts about growing up, about feelings taking a meaning, others were spent driving around your hometown, signing along to their shared playlist.

But it always was on the 22nd. Twelve 22nd's a year, twelve nights to ensure their hearts were still each others.

Tonight's 22nd was the first one in eight years they weren't in each other's presence or on a videocall. On this 22nd, Jude decided he had to face his feelings. He was done hiding them and pretending this didn't affect him, he lost someone who was dear to him no matter who was to blame.

Coming home from practice, where his performance were mediocre at best, and ended in his coach voicing his worries about his mood and its affect on his stats lately, Jude was worn off.

Turning his keys in the door lock, his eyes fell down on the red phone cabin keychain he reluctantly kept after she forced him to. He had playfully refused to do so at first, claiming this was too much of a tourist thing to even just buy, let alone display on his keys. But she had argued that this would be a fond way to remember every place they had traveled to.

Not realizing he had been staring at the keys lost in thoughts for a few minutes, not making any moves to enter, a soft voice got him out of this haze.

"Jude, is that you?" He heard his girlfriend ask from the other side of the door, voice uncertain and fear audible

"Yes, yes it's me darling. Sorry about that I kinda zoned out", Jude rushed to explain while opening the door, noting how scary hearing the quiet sound of keys fumbling into the lock would've been from her point of view.

He stepped into his house, immediately face to face with his lover, whom he engulfed into a bone crushing hug almost as quickly.

"Today's the 22nd" he mumbled into her hoodie "It sucked, 'm feeling like shit and I did bad at practice"

One thing he made sure to do with any partner of his, was to make sure they both felt safe enough to share any thought, not wanting to hold the weight of any information by themselves. Therefore, he had told her everything about his feeling about his ex best friend, how much he missed her and everything about their moments ; including the 22nd tradition.

"Yeah, i figured you would- not do bad at practice, feel like shit i meant" she answered while playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, simultaneously rubbing comforting circles into his back.

"I just- it's so frustrating. I'm the one who broke things off, I got the fucking good side of things and here I am whining about it.", squeezing her body harder, Jude tried another way to convey the emotions that invaded every cell of his body, feeling like words aren't enough. Before he could continue, she interrupted his rant.

"Jude, hun, we talked about this. You did break things off but it was needed, even she could tell things weren't the same anymore. But she was your best friend, shit like that hurts even if it was the best option at the time", this conversation was held almost every day, he was convinced his feelings were not justified because of the way he handled the situation.

"Yeah, I know, my feelings are valid and all this bullshit, doesn't mean it doesn't feel unfair" he moved from the embrace to take his shoes off, focusing on the task to avoid his lover's eyes "I mean, I miss her so much and it's so selfish considering she's probably in her head overthinking the authenticity of every moment we ever spent together, I'm literally a piece of shit". His shoe laces weren't cooperating, seemingly in sync with his conflicting emotions. With a groan, he gave up, throwing himself on the floor with his back on the door, his head resting on it, looking up the ceiling.

She gently crouched down next to him, rubbing his thigh in hopes to calm him down with the soothing movement. "I won't lie and say she's thriving right now, because let's face the truth, it definitely destroyed her-", at this statement, Jude banged his head on the door, "-but. But it was a shitty situation that needed to be dealt with in a shitty way. You missing her is not you being selfish, get that out of your pretty head."

Now on her knees beside him, she brought her other hand on his cheek, nudging him to make eye contact with her. Her gaze was full of empathy for his internal struggle, understanding his part, but also seeing hers. "Did you-" she stopped for a second when he finally looked back at her, eyes glossy, "Did you think about reaching out to talk to her? I'm aware you don't want to do it because you're scared she'd come back and end up hurting more. But. If not for you, do it for her? You haven't seen her since you broke things off, and she didn't even get the chance to talk, she probably is dying to find closure in a way"

"You're probably right, she deserves it. I'm just not even sure she'd want to meet up though. I wouldn't want to see someone who is as much of a dickhead as I am. Good motives or not, I did this badly." Jude did not lack self awareness concerning this situation. It's because he knows her so well that he knew the words he used would wound her deeply, although unintentionally.

Voice barely above a whisper, he shamefully admits, "Sometimes, I don't even want her to get closure. God that sounds so bad but. I don't want her to forget about me, about us. 10 years of friendship is a fucking long time, I don't want her to wipe this off her memory because I was an asshole"

Not even bothering to correct him, and uselessly try to convince him he isn't an asshole, she instead continued, "Please, talk to her, she probably doesn't want 10 years worth of memory to be tainted by this ugly night. And it's been due, for both of your sake." She felt helpless in front of her boyfriend's misery, and would do anything to help it be less intense and all consuming. "Don't let her spend her first 22nd in eight years all alone, thinking you hate her", slowly detangling his shoe lace and tying it back the right way, she moved to kiss his forehead. "Be patient and let her time to voice her thoughts, yeah?"

He stood up, and took his time to take the woman in front of him in, he felt incredibly lucky this exact second. Any other woman would be fuming with jealousy at the thought of their man going to see their ex-girlfriend that they've known for half their life. He hated to think that getting her had to come with losing his best friend. "Okay, yeah, okay i'm going then. I appreciate you so much for this, thank you for understanding."

a/n : you guys : "part 2 w reader living her best life n Jude wanting her back!!"

me : "how about no?" i actually wrote about 6 different start to this but it always felt off, knowing how brutally Jude left reader?

[nolita-fairytale]

call sign: tennessee whiskey | rooster x fem!reader & hangman x phoenix | chapter four

summary: the mission is over but the tension between hangman and phoenix has just reached its boiling point.

warnings: smut (18+ only chapter, mdni), fluff, some angst, enemies to lovers, swearing, mentions of death, military & aircraft carrier inaccuracies, second person pov

wc: 8.4k

listen to: the playlist

a/n: after very rooster x whiskey-focused chapter, i present to you all my hannix obsession. i clearly have never been on a naval aircraft carrier but i did watch some videos and my god why are my tax payer dollars not going to making those way more comfortable to live on jfc?! many apologies if you have been inside a naval aircraft carrier and this is not accurate / you'd never [redacted] on one bc gross. i just needed to give #hannix the scene they deserved ok!?

chapter three | masterlist | chapter five

When the Dagger Squad learns that the mission has been moved up, you’re almost glad that you didn’t take it any further with Rooster. No one has successfully flown the low range course yet, and everyone seems to be in the zone – highly focused, a little snappy – that by the time you board, it’s a whole lot quieter on the carrier. While you’re disappointed not to be selected to fly this one, you think you may be more overwhelmed with anxiety about having to wait on deck, completely out of control. 

“Shit,” you’d muttered to yourself as soon as you realized what was missing. You’d forgotten your lucky charm, which is how you ended up below deck ten minutes before you had to report on deck.

You wouldn’t call yourself superstitious, that is, until you’re hurrying back down to the sleeping quarters to grab your pin. It’s just a small pin, memorabilia from your father’s first record store, that you bring on every single deployment. You’d forgotten it earlier, most likely because you hadn’t been selected to fly, but figured it wasn’t worth taking a chance with. 

Not with Nat out there. 

Not with Rooster out there. 

You grab your pin from where it’s attached to one of the handles of your duffle bag, pinning it to the inside of the sleeve of your flight suit, before hurrying out of the bunk room. As you close the door behind you, you see the tall brunette aviator waiting for you outside. 

Damn, he looks good in his flight suit. 

“What’re you doing here?” you ask him, a panic swelling in your chest. “Shouldn’t you be on deck? We only have a couple minutes before we have to report.”

“I saw you slip out,” he admits. 

“Well, I don’t want to make you late!” you hurry him, gesturing towards the set of stairs that you both need to get your asses up ASAP. Only, he doesn’t move, placing both hands on your shoulders to stop you. You can see fear and a quiet determination in his eyes – it’s a look you recognize – look you’ve had yourself many times.

“I wanted a moment with you before we-, before I left,” Bradley explains, more candidly this time. 

“I just forgot something down here is all,” you tell him, shifting nervously. “But um. I’m glad you did – wanted to see me.” 

Before you know it, Rooster’s pulling you into his arms, pressing his lips to yours again. If you thought he’d kissed you like it was the last night on earth back in Fightertown, this sure as hell topped it. But you don’t want to do this – don’t want to act like this is some kind of goodbye – because he’s coming back. 

He has to. 

You indulge him a little longer before reluctantly pulling away from the kiss, your eyes glossy, as you stare up at the man you’ve found yourself infatuated with. 

“Give em hell, Bradshaw. And then get your ass back here,” you whisper, smiling up at him.

He nods, as if he’s making you a promise. 

“Yes, ma’am.”

Listening to the progress of the mission over the radio has you on the edge of your seat. You know Nat’s a tough cookie, a ruthless soldier, and an exceptional pilot, but you worry anyways, your heart pounding in your chest as you listen to the updates coming in from the active pilots over the radio. 

This mission entertains the highest of highs from the first, “Bullseye! Bullseye! Bullseye!” to the lowest of lows. It’s the multiple asks, commands for contact that are met with silence that stop your heart.  

“Dagger Two, do you copy?”

And when you’re all met with silence over the radios, you know it’s not looking good. 

“Whiskey…” Halo trails off as the silence rings throughout your two-seater. 

“I just-,” you pant, your breathing becoming heavier. Your super hornet suddenly feels incredibly small as you grow increasingly claustrophobic – something you rarely feel inside of your F/A-18.

“I just need some air. I-, I’ve got to get out of here for a second.” 

You’re tearing your way outside of your aircraft to breathe for a second. You can hear the comms confirming that Payback, Fanboy, Phoenix, and Bob are all on their way back along with the request from Hangman for permission to fly Dagger Spare. But the sounds slowly begin fading away, and it feels like you’re going to throw up, your heart pounding in your chest. You don’t know how long it’s been, how long you’re lost in your head before Halo’s pulling you back into the aircraft. 

“Whiskey!” she calls to you, giving your hand a big squeeze. “Whiskey! Listen!” 

Sounds begin coming back to you and all you can hear over the radio are the voices of Hondo and Cyclone calling after Hangman. But he’s already taken off, disobeyed direct orders to stand down, flying fast like someone’s life depends on it. 

And they do. 

“Permission to strike, sir,” is the last thing you hear over the radio before the rest is just a blur. 

Hangman’s shot down the enemy fighter plane, saving Maverick and Rooster from certain death, and all you can hear is a symphony of voices, cheers, and orders to return to the carrier as quickly as possible. It’s a celebration from here on out. The entire carrier staff is piling on deck, in an effort to support the landing of both Hangman, Rooster, and Maverick’s planes. When the three deplane, they’re swarmed, aviators and crew members alike celebrating a safe return home. 

You and Halo are climbing out of your super hornet once again, joined by the rest of the Dagger Squad as you fight your way across the tarmac on the carrier. It all happens so quickly, and you’re practically flinging yourself into Jake’s arms since he’s the first one you see – the first one to have a spare moment. He squeezes you tightly, letting out another celebratory laugh as he picks you up off of your feet to spin you around. 

“Thank you,” you finally say, as he puts you down,

He shrugs, as if it’s not a big deal, even though you all know it is.

“Just doin my job, kid,” he says, shrugging off your comment. 

Phoenix rolls her eyes as the two of you exchange a glance. If there’s a time he’s deserved the right to be arrogant, this is it.

“So this is the time he chooses to be humble,” she teases, playfully rolling her eyes. 

“Phoenix,” you sigh, pulling her a tight hug. “Well done! And welcome home.”

You pull away from each other, elated by the success of the mission, and the complete 180 that Maverick and Rooster managed to pull off. You steal a glance Rooster’s way, seeing him deep in conversation with Mav. You’re not going to interrupt, but you’re practically jumping out of your skin to get to him next. As you stand there, Phoenix and Hangman exchange looks. She nudges him with her elbow in the ribcage, eliciting a loud, ‘OW!’ from Jake that pulls your focus. 

“What?” you ask, looking from Jake to Natasha, wondering why they were both acting so weird. 

“C’mon, Bagman,” she groans, putting the pressure on him. 

“What?!” he exclaims. His face falling as he realizes. “No.”

“Yes!” she insists. 

“No!”

“Oh, grow up.”

“Fine.”

“Well, that was easier than I thought it would be.”

As they turn their attention to you, you look from Nat to Jake, quizzically. Hangman sighs in defeat, his face falling, as he gives up on the idea that he’s going to get out of this. 

He nods in the direction of Rooster and Mav. The look on his face is so genuine that you know he means it when he says:

“Go get your guy.”

Your heart skips a beat. 

“What’re you talking about?” you begin to ask, shooting him a funny look. 

“Nothing gets by me, kid,” Jake chuckles with a shake of his head. 

He knows that, while you weren’t waiting for it, while you didn’t need it, giving you his blessing still means a whole lot. 

It looks like Maverick and Rooster are wrapping up their conversation, leaving the strong embrace they were locked in before. Phoenix shoots you another look of encouragement, as she beams back at you, and it’s really all the encouragement you need. 

“Okay,” you say nervously, looking from one best friend to the other. 

“Okay,” you repeat yourself, quieter this time as you turn to go. 

You can hear Nat celebrating behind you with a ‘yes!’ while she tries, to no avail, to get Jake to high five her. 

It’s almost as if you’re working yourself up to be bold as you walk towards Rooster. He’s just standing there, sweaty and a little banged up, watching Maverick walk away as you approach. You’re not sure how, with one date and a two week period, he’s managed to have you wrapped around his finger, but in your defense it’s been an intense two weeks. Maybe it’s because you asked him to wait – making him a forbidden fruit of sorts – that’s kept you on the hook. 

You’re dying to kiss him again. 

That’s for sure. 

It’s all about the wind up. 

The waiting.

The anticipation. 

“Bradshaw!” you call after him, hoping to catch his attention.

The adrenaline is still pulsing through his body as he turns around in response to the sound of your voice. He’s grinning as he sees you standing there, in your flight suit, the sun just beginning to dip below the horizon. Fuck it. He doesn’t care that you don’t know where exactly this is going and that kissing you publicly will be quite the statement. As the two of you lock eyes, it’s a no brainer. 

The mission is over, completed, and a wild success! You both deserve to celebrate a little. 

You leap into his arms as quickly as you can. Rooster’s embracing you, scooping you off of your feet, unable to hide the silly grin that’s plastered to his face. 

And then he kisses you like he almost died today, and in all fairness, he almost did. His lips are on yours like magnets. He thinks to himself that he may never get over this – may never get tired of kissing you – and it’s only just begun.

Shit, did he have it bad…

“You came back,” you whisper against his lips, as he places you back onto your feet.

“I made you a promise,” he smiles, cupping your face with one of his hands. He pauses to admire you, before leaving one more kiss on your lips.

“You’re amazing,” is all that seems to tumble out of your mouth. Before you can say more, you hear a voice call out for Rooster. 

“Bradshaw!” Hondo says. He looks from you to Rooster, shooting the both of you an apologetic smile. “Sorry to break this up but uh… we gotta get you to the infirmary. Check you out after all of that.” 

All of that. Right. The whole plane-being-shot-down thing. The whole almost-dying today thing. 

But Bradley isn’t ready to part ways with you yet. You feel his fingers interlace with yours as he grabs your hand and asks, with a hopeful look in his eyes:

“Come with me?”

And you’re saying ‘yes’ before he can even finish his question. 

You wait outside of the infirmary for him to get checked out for as long as it takes. He’s got a few bruised ribs, a few lacerations but no internal bleeding, and whiplash the doctors are sure he’ll be feeling by tomorrow, which is pretty good for having been shot down and stealing an old F-14. The minute you’re allowed to go in, you’re right beside him, with no intention of leaving. You’re not sure how, in two weeks, a man you barely know has managed to capture so much of your heart. Chalk it up to infatuation, the anticipation, or a genuine curiosity, but maybe Natasha Trace was onto something when insisting the two of you meet. 

The doctors have come and gone, wanting to keep him overnight for observation. Mav should be here, but he’s not which, doesn’t surprise you considering he’s never followed protocol anyways. Truthfully, you’re grateful to have some time alone with Rooster before you dock tomorrow morning. 

You double check to make sure no one’s listening before deciding to bring it up. 

“Glad my little incentive worked,” you wink, giving his hand a squeeze. 

You haven’t let go of his hand since you were allowed to come visit. 

“Oh I-, I uh. Shit, I can’t believe I’m saying this but…” he blushes, as he stammers over his words. “But uh… I don’t want you to feel like… you owe me that or anything. I mean, I would just be happy with a second date or-.”

“Rooster,” you interrupt, your voice surprisingly even. 

“If I recall correctly,” you lower your voice. You stand up out of your chair, leaning over him so that you can kiss him, just barely ghosting your lips over his. “I promised to rock your world. And I am nothing if not a woman of my word, Bradshaw.”

“Oh yeah?” he asks, feeling his heart pound in his chest. His face is flushed red as you kiss his top lip, something you find oh so endearing. 

“Oh yeah,” you mirror his language with a small nod of your head. 

You softly press your lips against his, smiling into the kiss as you promise further, “And as soon as the medic clears you... it is so. On.”

If the adrenaline drop in his body hadn’t been a gateway for the pain to kick in, he might let you ride him right here. He clears his throat trying his best act as normal as possible, like he’s not half hard already. You feel Rooster wrap an arm around your waist, encouraging you towards him as he shifts further up the hospital bed.

“Come here, sweetheart,” he groans, squeezing your hip as he pulls you closer. 

He doesn't need to ask you twice. You grin, climbing into the bed with him and curling up next to him. You rest your head on his chest as he lies on his back, laying on your side so that you can wrap a leg around him. 

You smile again, thinking about how he’s called you sweetheart. 

And how much you liked it. 

You actually can’t stop smiling at this point. 

Hearing it – the pet name – on Rooster’s lips makes you feel so silly in the best way. You’re not a soldier, not a fighter pilot, you’re just a girl with a stupid crush on a guy that you can’t wait to get all kinds of distracted with. 

You can’t believe someone this sexy is also this sweet – still in total disbelief that he would even hesitate to take you up on your offer to give him the best night of his life. 

As you bury your face into his chest, curling up with him, he begins stroking your hair gently, as you relax into him. 

“You’re still in your flight suit,” he chuckles, the rumble of his laugh resonating all through his chest. 

“Well, I didn’t work as hard as you today. Didn’t get the thing all messy. I could go change back into my uniform but… here is nice…” you sigh, sinking into the mattress with him. 

“Yeah. Here is nice,” he repeats, lifting his head to steal a glance your way. 

There’s a comfortable silence between the two of you as you enjoy each others’ company. Bradley runs a soothing hand through your hair as you rest your head on his chest, observing the rise and fall of each breath he takes.

It’s starting to hit you: the excitement and exhaustion of the day. Today had been an emotional rollercoaster and the fact that you’d already grown so emotionally attached to Bradley – or at least the potential of him – had ramped up the stakes more than you wanted when you arrived at TOPGUN. You let out an exasperated sigh, like you can breathe for the first time all day, and you feel like you’re finally coming down, you like that it’s Rooster who’s here to catch you. You feel the vibrations on Bradley’s voice as he says:

“You should get some rest.”

After being shot down by an enemy combatant, and he’s still trying to take care of you?! Where did Nat find this guy?! You don’t even need to see that he’s smiling to hear it in his voice. You feel so safe with him, here in his arms, even though you haven’t known him for long. You close your eyes and take a breath, enjoying the way this all feels. 

Bradley isn’t quite ready to fall asleep yet, so he enjoys your company, trying his best to help you relax. As your eyes flutter closed, he feels like he should pinch himself or something. It’s been such an emotional day. Sure, his super hornet had been shot down in enemy territory. Sure, it had been a dogfight to the very end that could’ve very well been his last. Sure, it seemed like maybe he could start working towards smoothing things over with Maverick…

But this thing between the two of you takes the cake. He’s practically jumping out his skin – excited and curious – about what this could be. He’s enjoyed getting to know you over the last two weeks, and now that all bets were off and the mission was over, he was more than eager to get to know you better. 

There’s something about you that’s left an impression on him, and he can’t get you out of his head. The idea that you wouldn’t be a distraction for him flew out the window after the first date – at least for him – and now that he doesn’t have to focus on a mission, Bradley Bradshaw only has eyes for you. 

*

After looking for you in the rec room and the women’s sleeping quarters, Nat comes to the conclusion that you’re probably with Bradley – everything going according to plan. Between the success of the mission and Operation: Set Up, she’s intent on taking a nice hot shower before joining the rest of the crew for dinner. With a triumphant smile on her face, she gathers her toiletry bag, a towel, and a clean uniform, throwing them carelessly into her smaller-sized Navy-issued backpack. She then takes her down, making a note that it’s wash day, and that her hair is in dire need of a little TLC. 

The bathrooms on these carriers are nothing glamorous, but at least it seems like the ships have gotten a few upgrades here and there. The showers aren’t a single stainless steel hose anymore, offering a proper shower head these days which, she thinks, is the least the Navy can do. 

As she walks towards the shower, not paying attention much to her surroundings after a more-than-eventful day, she runs right into a uniform clad man, causing her to jump. 

“Jesus Christ, Hangman! You scared the shit out of me,” she exclaims, as soon as she realizes who it is. 

“What’re you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at dinner with everyone else?” he asks, bluntly. 

“I wanted to take a shower. What’re you doing here?” she asks back, matching the sassiness of his question. 

He takes a beat. While he could make up something, say something snarky about taking his victory lap, he decides just to be honest with her. 

“I uh… just lookin’ for Whiskey. Wanted to see if she was okay. Hadn’t seen her since we landed and it’s been a day,” he admits with a shrug. 

Of course they’d both be looking for her at the same time. Natasha wonders if this is some kind of karmic payback for parent trapping Rooster and Whiskey. Was this universe fucking with her or what?

“She’s fine. She’s with Rooster,” Natasha is quick to answer. “And don’t even think about bothering them!”

Hangman chuckles, before rolling his eyes. 

“What is with you about them anyways?” he pries, taking a step towards her. 

She shrugs, before answering plainly, “I don’t know. They’re both the best people I know. Thought it was about time they met.

“And what does that make me?” Jake asks back, ready to engage in their regular game of banter. 

“The worst. Definitely the worst, Bagman,” she scoffs, emphasizing the call sign she knows gets under his skin. Natasha crosses her arms across her chest as if to signify that she’ll be standing her ground on this one. 

“Yeah, whatever,” he shoots back, his gaze following her. 

She takes a step forward with every intention of pushing past Hangman so that she can shower, but something stops her. Nat looks down for a moment, only to meet his eyes with hers once more as she looks back up. She feels it’s only right to give him proper credit where credit’s due. 

“I suppose… not today, though,” she concedes, treading carefully. “Today… you get a pass, I guess. But don’t let it get to your head.”

“You’re right,” he smirks, his lips twisting into an arrogant grin. “I am the hero of the day. Glad you finally recognize, Phoenix.”

She rolls her eyes, already annoyed by the blonde. 

“Oh fuck off. I’m not stroking your ego,” she mutters, taking a few steps towards Jake, the only thing standing between her and a hot shower. 

“Well, I got something else you could-,” he starts, an arrogance in the way he talks that makes her want to punch him in the face. 

“Don’t even finish that!” she cuts him off, warning him with the look she sends him. 

“Ha! That’d be something,” Jake quips, with a raise of his eyebrows. “A sight for sore eyes, Trace.”

“You wish, Bagman,” she banters, attempting this time to push past him. 

She lets out the smallest gasp of surprise when Jake doesn’t move, putting her toe to toe with her frenemy. Her eyes meet his green ones once more and she stops, standing so close to Hangman she’s not sure what the hell is going on anymore. 

“Yeah. I do,” he drawls, under his breath. 

Her head spins for a moment, and for once, she doesn’t have a witty reply or a snarky comment to say back. 

She searches his face for any sign that he’s going to take back what he’s said – like there’s no way it could be real. It’s got to be some joke, so dig to get under her skin, an attempt to throw her off her game. But the longer she waits, it begins to dawn on her that it’s not a quip, an arrogant pass at her he’d call a flirtion, or a line he’d use on some bartender at the Hard Deck. It almost sounds like… an admission.

Normally, she’d find it hard to believe – that there could be a genuine side to Jake Seresin – but her mind wanders back to the morning after the bird strike. She’d woken up the next morning and, despite her best efforts, Hangman was still there. He’d spent the night at the hospital with her and Bob despite needing to report for duty at 0800 that morning. She couldn’t imagine that that chair had been remotely comfortable to sleep in, but she’d tried not to think too hard about it.

“You-, you what?” she asks in disbelief. Her eyes flicker away before returning his gaze again, like he’s just said something so absurd –  like he’s just said he’d like to transform into a flying monkey. 

But when he doesn’t answer, Natasha can’t stop the overwhelm of questions bubbling up in her head. The look on Jake’s face is a total curveball that she’s not quite sure what to do with. He’s just patiently awaiting her response, only a little smug that he’s rendered her completely speechless. 

She doesn't know what possesses her to do so – maybe the leftover adrenaline from the mission, the high of flying – but she’s got some questions she’s determined to get answers to. Questions like:

Does Jake Seresin want to kiss me? And what if I like it? What if I like it more than I hate him? 

Slowly, Phoenix raises her hands up to his chest, the tension between them thick. As she balls her fists up with the fabric of the camo uniform he wears, curling her fingers into the woven fabric, Jake watches the movement of her hands in anticipation. The hard planes of muscles underneath her knuckles are hard to miss. It’s not like she hasn’t seen the man shirtless before… but feeling him? Feeling what’s been underneath this whole time is a different story.

“What’re you doing?” he asks her, so quietly, as if speaking any louder would scare her away. 

“A fucking science experiment. What does it look like I’m doing?” she mutters under his breath. And in a way, she is. 

“I-,” Jake starts, hesitantly. 

“I’m testing a theory, Bagman, so… how about you just kiss me?!” she exclaims, impatiently. 

He doesn’t need more encouragement than that. 

Jake folds his much bigger hands around both of her wrists, pulling Nat closer to him with a quick jerking moment. The little gasp she lets out causes him to smirk and for a moment, she doesn’t hate that that’s what his face looks like when he does it.

“I should warn you. I’m an incredible kisser,” he coos, his voice low like he’s trying to do his best Johnny Cash impression.

“Oh shut up!” she snaps, grabbing his face in both of her hands to crash her lips against his. 

It’s the one thing, she decides, that will get him to shut up, and boy, does it work. Natasha presses her lips against his over and over again, sighing into his mouth as he kisses her with a hunger that surprises her. She lets herself get lost in his lips – the way his mouth feels against hers, the fervor and desire they seem to communicate – she realizes that she doesn’t want to stop. It’s almost annoying, really, how much she doesn’t want to stop. 

Jake thinks he may be imagining it, unable to comprehend that Phoenix just may like kissing him more than she expected to. His breath hitches in his throat as he feels her tug on his neck, practically dragging him into the bathroom on the carrier and slamming the door shut. 

He watches as she turns around to lock the door, and he just can’t help himself. 

“What? Data not conclusive enough?” he teases her. “Or you just need more of me, Trace?”

“Yes! I mean, no,” she answers, almost too quickly. Natasha slides out of the straps of her backpack before placing it down next to her. 

“I think I liked it better when you weren’t talking, Bagman,” she snaps, busying herself with the lock on the door. “And I didn’t want anyone to see.”

Jake stands behind her as the click of the door locking rings out in the carrier bathroom. He wonders if she regrets it – only brought him in here for another fight, to tell him it was a mistake and that they shouldn’t have kissed. He slides gentle hands around her hips, pulling her  back towards him once more. This is the point of no return, she thinks. The way she sees it, they have two options: she could tell him to stop, or they could cross this line and never look back. 

“We can stop if you want to,” Jake’s voice rumbles out from behind her, his tone of voice softer; lighter. 

He’s wrapped his arms around her, holding her against him as she stumbles backwards into him. The way he touches her is gentle, thoughtful, and surprisingly respectful because he wants her to know that he means it. 

We can stop if you want to. 

But she doesn’t want to.  

Instead of answering, she reaches up, pulling her hair to the right side of her neck, offering Jake fucking Seresin more of her body. She can’t believe this is what it’s come to. There’s a lump in his throat as he watches, swallowing hard in response to her newly exposed skin. He rarely sees her with her hair down, and Jake can’t get over how beautiful Natasha Trace really is. And this hair… all of this thick, luscious dark hair? It’s giving him ideas….

Jake begins to leave soft kisses over the top of her shoulders, kissing and then sucking on her bare skin. Jake doesn’t know how much control he has left when he hears the first moan escape from her lips, pressing her ass back against him. He uses his lips and tongue again, desperate to hear the little noises she makes as he continues to kiss her neck. 

“I don’t want to stop,” she finally confesses, making sure he knows that she’s in.

Maybe this all made sense. 

All of the bickering back and forth, all of the eye rolls and looks of dismay, all of the resentment and tension had to be let out somehow, didn’t it? Jake feels so damn charged up, and he’s losing his fucking mind with the way she arches her back against him. He’s not going to second guess it, not going to think twice about going where this was going.

Hell, maybe it’s just a ‘what happens on the carrier stays on the carrier’ kind of thing. He doesn’t know and he doesn't need to know right now - not with how good she feels against him. 

There’s a momentary loss of body heat as Nat takes a step forward, and just when Jake’s about to say something, she’s turning back around, pulling the top of her uniform over her head and tossing it on the floor. She grabs his hand, pulling him towards her before crashing her lips to his once again. It’s as if she can’t get close enough to him, her skin on fire if she doesn’t get what she needs from. Hell, she hasn’t even let him get a good look at her in her bra yet before she’s pulling him back to her, so desperate to have his body against hers. 

Her lips are all over his once again, sucking on his top lip so feverishly she knows that both of their lips will be kiss-swollen afterwards. Cupping her face so tenderly, Jake licks her bottom lip, begging for entrance before tangling his tongue with hers, falling further and further down this rabbit hole. 

Jake begins to leave hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses down her jaw and her neck, his hands running up and down her now-bare abdomen. She takes note of how warm his big hands feel as they explore new territory. 

“Not there,” she whines, as he sinks his teeth into the top of her shoulder. She can’t believe she lets out a giggle following, before she adds: “Don’t want anyone to see.”

Jake chuckles, the vibrations deep in his chest as he says, “You think you run this show, darlin’,” in between kisses. With his mouth ghosting over the skin of her collarbone, he looks up at her, catching her brown eyes with his green ones. “Think you can keep me as your dirty little secret?” 

“You are my dirty little secret,” she’s quick to reply, though she’s lost in the way Jake’s mouth feels on her. 

“Hmm,” he hums into her skin. “Seems like I’m going to have to show you otherwise.”

She wishes she had a better reply, but she doesn’t, and soon enough Jake’s sinking his teeth into a particularly sensitive spot above her collarbone, earning a sigh of pleasure from her. His tongue snakes out to soothe the sting of his teeth, and he’s satisfied knowing that when she sees the mark on her body tomorrow morning, she’ll think of him.

“Fuck,” she groans, only mildly annoyed that he won this one.

There’s something about her – something about how she always has the upperhand – that makes Jake want to consume her. He wants to pull the sweetest sounds from her lungs, he wants to see her lose control, eager to turn the otherwise composed aviator into a mumbling desperate mess for him. 

For him, and only him. 

He’s not sure when this started – when he started feeling this way – and he wonders if she’s been thinking about this as long as he has. He grins as he pushes her against the bathroom door, another moan escaping her lips, caging her in between his body and the exit. He strips off his shirt, tossing it somewhere behind him, before his mouth and hands begin to move lower. 

Fuck. 

So that’s what’s been lying underneath the flight suit… 

Nat indulges herself, her eyes selfishly taking in the defined muscles of his back and shoulders as Hangman moves down her body. 

“Thought I’d give you something to look at,” he brags, cockily. 

Before she can come back with a witty remark, Jake’s kneeling on the floor, pulling her uniform trousers down her legs, encouraging her to step out of them. He reminds himself that he wants to make this last, wants to drag this out for as long as possible, wants to be the reason she loses her mind entirely today. 

“What’re you-?” she pants, running a hand through her hair. She allows his hands to guide her body where he’d like her to be, pinning her up against the door. She looks down, and the sight of Jake Seresin on his knees for her makes her breath hitch in her throat. 

Instead of answering, Jake looks up, his green eyes gleaming with desire as he glides one of her legs over his shoulder. 

“Fuck, Hangman,” she sighs, her eyes fluttering closed. Jake presses a soft kiss to the inside of her leg, just above her knee, as she finally uses his actual call sign. She figures it's the least she can do if this is going where she thinks it’s going. 

She feels him smile against her skin as his mouth moves higher up, loving the way his call sign sounds falling from her mouth. 

“You don’t have to-,” Natasha stammers, her breathing getting heavier and more uneven as Hangman works his way up higher and higher. 

“Oh but I’m going to,” he coos, a smirk on his face. “You just relax, sweetheart. I got this.”

He wonders if he should ask –  make sure she’s okay with it. But the sound that comes out of her mouth is like music to his ears when he pulls her panties to the side to get his first taste of the aviator he’s never been able to get out of his mind. 

“Oh fuck!” Phoenix cries out with the first contact of his tongue, her eyes snapping open.

Hangman looks back up at her, meeting her gaze as if to make sure he should move forward. She nods, and he’s practically ripping her cotton panties off of her, pulling her hips closer to him so that he can properly do this. Jake’s mouth is back on her, his head between her legs, licking a broad strip up the entirety of her hot, wet heat. 

Who knew that something that was so wrong could feel so right?

She’s beginning to lose control as he wraps his arms around her body, his hands grabbing onto her ass so that he can hold her in place. Jake’s mouth, something she could care less for in any other circumstance, is the one thing bringing her the most pleasure, making her see stars, causing her to cry out as she tangles her fingers into his blonde locks. Head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut, Jake brings her over the edge. He thinks he could get off just to the sounds she’s making, her legs shaking, as she moans his call sign when she cums. 

Nat braces herself against the door, her arms shaking as Hangman stands tall, towering over her once again.

“Holy shit, Hangman,” she whispers in between breaths, blinking her eyes a few times. “Who knew that mouth of yours was good for more than pissing me off.”

With a shit-eating grin, he’s kissing her again, letting her taste herself on his lips as she drags her teeth over his bottom one. 

“I have a condom in my bag,” Nat mentions, in between kisses. 

“Yeah?” he asks, pulling away for a moment. 

“Yeah, in my toiletry bag,” she adds, breathlessly. 

Jake cuts the kiss short, bending over to grab the backpack that sits next to their feet. He holds it close to her chest, instantly finding her toiletry bag. Jake unzips it, holding eye contact with Nat as his hands search for a foil wrapper. Unwilling to lose this game, Nat maintains his gaze, noticing that he’s found the condom in her periphery. Holding onto the condom, Jake drops the rest of the toiletry bag, daring her to do something about it. 

Nat snatches the condom out of his hands, and before she can do anything else, Hangman’s picking her up, more than satisfied when he feels her legs wrap around his waist. He makes big strides to the bathroom counter, setting her down as she lets out a squeal. Phoenix busies herself with tearing her bra over her head, then focuses on getting Hangman’s pants off as quickly as she can. 

He helps as much as he can, letting the trousers and his briefs fall to the floor, his belt hitting the floor with a clang. 

She bites down on her bottom lip, holding back a moan as she sees Hangman naked for the very first time. He very well could be the biggest dick on this carrier – in more ways than one. Nat wraps her legs around his waist, this time using them to pull him closer, something Jake finds incredibly hot. He lets out what can only be described as a chuckle and a groan simultaneously. With forehead pressed against hers, he lets his hands trace over her bare breasts, sending shivers down her spine as he lightly pinches one of her nipples. 

Nat’s mouth is back on him in an instant, swallowing his moans in her mouth while she pushes hips against him. 

“Phoenix,” he drags out, hissing as he feels just how wet she is.

She can see how much he’s holding back with the tension in his clenched jaw, trying to maintain control. She smirks in response, pausing the motion of her hips to run her hands down his naked torso. Jake’s grinning like a cheshire cat as she does it, watching her carefully as she admires his hard work. 

“Like what you see?” he baits her. 

“Just put the fucking condom on,” she orders. 

God, he loves how bossy she is. 

Jake reaches for the condom where Nat’s placed it on the counter. His hair is messy from the way Phoenix has pulled at it – from when they were making out, from when he was between her legs eating her out. He takes a few steps back so that he can put it on, tearing the wrapper open and tossing it to the floor. Nat watches him carefully as he slides it on his rock hard length, excited by the anticipation of it.

Holy shit, she thinks to herself. I’m about to fuck Jake Seresin.

And it had been too damn long since she’d last gotten laid. 

She’s reminded that she’s never been good at hiding her facial expressions when Jake asks:

“You uh… you good?”

She shoots him a confused look in response as he takes a step towards. 

“I mean. I just want to make sure… that you wanna do this?” he adds, softer this time, as he searches for clarity within her. 

This is a new side of him she’s seeing. 

“Come here,” she encourages, holding her hand out to him. He takes it, taking a few steps forward until he’s standing right in front of her. Jake waits for her to continue, for her to tell him something, but instead of words, Nat’s sliding her hands over his shoulders, pulling him so that she can kiss him. 

“Damn, Hangman,” she says, her eyes flickering over back down to his length. 

Maybe he did have a reason to be so cocky after all. 

He chuckles, followed by a hiss as he feels her hand wrap around his dick, dragging his latex-covered length over her core. Jake leans in, cupping her face as he plants one more kiss on her lips once more before lining up the tip of himself with her entrance.

They both gasp at the feel of each other, a brand new sensation as he enters her for the first time. 

“Holy fuck, Trace,” he groans, pushing further into her. “You feel too damn good.”

“You’re not so bad yourself,” she pants, enjoying the delicious way that he stretches her. 

When he’s finally all the way in, Jake gives her a moment to adjust. He kisses her gently, and with the way she’s pulsing around him, he thinks he deserves a gold medal for exercising this much self restraint. He begins to pull out, pushing back in at an experimental pace a few times. He fills her so well, but she won’t tell him that yet. 

“C’mon, Hangman,” Nat whines, in regards to the incredibly slow pace he’s set for them. “That all you got?”

Pausing just as he fills her completely, Jake looks at her, raising an eyebrow. 

“Should’ve known you’d like it rough, Phoenix,” he croons. He’s mentally preparing himself because while he wants so badly to ruin her, he thinks he may ruin himself while he’s at it. 

“Should’ve,” she dares him, her voice filled with lust, dying for him to properly fuck her. 

He meets her brown eyes once more with his, almost as a warning, like this is the last chance she gets before they both lose control. Nat’s lips twist into a smile when she notices the way his jaw twitches, so on the edge of going mad. 

“I’m not going to back out now, if that’s what you’re waiting for. And I want your best, Lieutenant.”

Jake groans in response and he feels his dick twitch inside of her when she calls him ‘Lieutenant.’ He grabs a handful of her hair, pulling her head back and earning the sweetest moan he thinks he’s ever heard. 

“Yes, ma’am,” he breathes, before pulling out only to slam back into her with a force that makes her see stars. 

“Fuck!” she shouts, feeling the rough snap of his hips. 

It’s as if he’s lost all reins of control. Jake pounds into her with an urgency that’s made him dumb. The way she moans his various names, cries out when he hits that particular spot deep inside of her, grasps at his shoulders, his back, his hair. And then she’s snapping her hips into his with an equal amount of intensity, lifting one of her legs up over his shoulder, making Jake wonder if she’s always been this flexible. 

What the hell had he been missing out on?

Had they just wasted all this time bickering, bantering, and competing back and forth when they could’ve been doing this? 

He doesn’t think he’ll last much longer with the way she’s squeezing around him. With one leg strung over his shoulder, he grabs Nat’s hips, fucking into her like he means it. 

“Fuck, I-, I think I’m gonna,” she stammers out, the pleasure all too much. 

“Phoenix, god damn,” he moans, though he’s hesitant to keep up this pace wanting to make this last longer. “You feel too good.”

He’s not sure what it is – perhaps, the slightest change in pace, a hesitancy that wasn’t there before – that grabs her attention. 

Her eyes snap open as she warns him. 

“Don’t you dare slow down,” she begs, though it comes out sounding much more like a demand than a please. Nat bucks her hips into his, so close to her orgasm. “Seresin, please.”

And it’s the way that she says ‘please’ that makes him think he’d give her anything she wants. He drives into her, holding her hips down as he takes her over the edge, with an intensity that could launch a missile into space. She’s crying out to the gods – words like Seresin, Hangman, and fuck – but not Jake when she cums. But Jake could care less, because she feels too good, and he’s right behind. He cums with a strangled moan, burying his face in her neck as he fucks the both of them through their highs. 

Natasha tries to catch her breath, coming down from her high. She feels him begin to soften inside her, and Jake pulls out, leaving their close quarters to dispose of the condom. 

“Um, so that happened,” she sighs, running a hand through her as she tries not to pretend that she’s not still weak in the knees. 

“It did,” Jake says, returning to where he stands right in front of her. 

She hops off of the bathroom counter, standing toe to toe with Jake once again. Her legs are still shaking, but she doesn’t want Hangman to know that. She braces herself against the counter, using her arms to give her more stability so she doesn’t give herself away. 

“I um- I’m gonna shower. See you at dinner?” she stammers, trying her best to act normal. 

“Uh yeah,” Jake exhales, thrown by how casual she’s being. 

Like he hadn’t just been inside of her a minute ago. 

He can’t tell whether or not he sounds as disappointed by her comment as he feels, because he can barely get a read on her. 

Nat stands up taller, wrapping her arms around his neck once more to kiss him goodbye. She gives him a half smile, before pushing past him to gather her things for the shower. 

He’s not sure what he expected. That they’d fuck and he’d finally have the courage to tell her how he feels? That she’d tell him she’s had these feelings for him for a while now? That now she won’t be able to get him out of her head? 

Jake can take a hint, and as Nat turns the shower on, he begins to get dressed. Pulling his uniform trousers back on, he walks over towards the door to the bathroom, picking up his shirt too. 

He steals one more look Phoenix’s way. 

She seems to have busied herself with setting out her things for her shower, preoccupied with well, anything but him. Phoenix keeps her eyes fixed on the small travel-sized toiletries she’s collecting for her shower, and when she hears the door close behind her, she knows Jake has finally left. 

“Shit,” she mutters to herself. 

She’s not sure how to feel about what just happened, but she feels like an asshole about how she just handled the aftermath. 

They fucked. And she liked it. 

She regrets not saying more, but it’s as if, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get the words out. Part of her feels bad for kicking him out like that, and the other part of her feels relieved because what the actual fuck just happened. 

Phoenix steps into the shower, hoping the feel of the hot water against her skin will give her some clarity.

What the fuck just happened. 

And why?

And why do I want it to happen again?

And what does this mean?

She barely hears the door open over the sound of running water. It’s not until she hears footsteps, a rustling sound of a toiletry bag, and the clang of a belt hitting the floor that she realizes she’s no longer alone. 

So much for getting to think overthink in this shower… 

“Phoenix?” shee hears a voice call after her, surprised to find that it’s the same voice that had been moaning her call sign a few moments ago. 

“Uh… what’s up?” she asks, her eyes widening as soon as she realizes it’s Hangman. 

When he doesn’t answer, she pokes her head out from behind the shower curtain. Hangman’s there, a towel hanging dangerously low around his waist, his back pressed up against the edge of her shower stall. 

“You forget something?” she asks, matter-of-factly. She’s unable to fathom that, after practically kicking him out and most likely wounding his ego, that he’d be back for more this soon. 

He shakes his head, shrugging carelessly as he asks:

“Can I join you?” 

There’s an arrogant smile on his face, something she bet works on most women. She’s barely caught up with herself before her mouth is saying ‘yes,’ her mind still stuck on ‘what the fuck is happening?’

Nat ogles him shamelessly as Jake removes his towel, making as much space as she can for him in this tiny shower. He steps in, and they maneuver themselves around the small space so that they’re chest to chest. Jake hasn’t taken his eyes off of her, holding her gaze as he finds himself here with her… again. 

Nat breaks their staring contest, following her fingertips as she traces shapes across his broad chest. She’ll give it to him. Maybe you do earn some rights to being an arrogant son of a bitch when you look like this. She raises her other hand to his chest, gently dragging her nails down his torso, earning a hiss from Hangman. 

She smirks, as she looks further down. 

“Already, Bagman?” she asks, eyeing his growing erection. 

“You know I hate it when you call me that,” he rasps, his eyes closing as she wraps her hand around his increasingly hard length. 

“You love it,” she counters, her voice soft and velvety as she taunts him. 

And as he turns her around so that he can slip himself back inside of her for the second time today, she finally says it. It’s sounds like something between a strangled moan and a desperate plea as the word tumbles out of her mouth:

"Jake."

read: chapter five

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a/n: god i love them sm. don't worry, folks. rooster x reader content coming v v soon. can you believe hannix beat rooster and whiskey to the punch?!

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-stars - pt 3 -Ao'nung x sully!fem!reader

"she looks at you like you strung the stars, and everytime she looks at them now, she can only think of you. she loves you."

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my masterlist

1.6k words!!

pt 1-, pt 2 , pt 4

playlist made for this ; ❥irrefutable love❥ (only the fluffy parts)

angsty playlist ; if hanahaki was real

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When Y/N, and the sullys first reach the reef, a boy catches her eye, and she does her best to catch his attention. She doesn't believe he likes her back, and she thinks it's ridiculous that she's so whipped for this boy. He seems to have no interest in her, and they remain what she believes, friends.

this parts lowdown-

Ao'nung shows you a place he believe you would like. You think it is time for you to give him the gift you have made for him.

warnings ( this part is kind of angsty.)

will have a happy ending btw.\

I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO POST THIS. I HAVE THIS APP THAT I TYPE EVERYTHING OUT ON TO SAVE BECAUSE I ALWAYS FORGET I CAN JUST SAVE IT AS A DRAFT ON TUMBLR BUT I LOST THE PASSWORD TO THE APP AND I COULDNT SIGN INTO MY EMAIL BUT I GOT IT AFTER A REALLY LONG TIME. (also i had no motivation tbf) (being honest here *winkwonk*)

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there was a story that you heard from your mother. there used to be another deity apart from eywa, a darker being. that eywa created everyone with four arms, four legs and two heads. That it was the happiest the na'vi had ever been. The darker being, abaraxas, it was called, was jealous. So, he split them apart. The split apart Na'vi were supposed to spend their lifetime with their other half, your soulmate. That you were supposed to spend your life searching for your other half. The lucky ones found theirs, and the unlucky ones didn't.

loving ao'nung was like riding a small dingy raft in the sea. Some days, everything's calm and sweet, the waves lapping softly at your feet, and others, you were stuck in the biggest waves you've ever seen, things going up and down but in the end, you stayed on the raft.

That day, while you rode on your skimwing beside him, your eyes couldn't help getting drawn back to him over and over again, watching how he smirked to himself and how his tail swished back and forth behind him. As if he knew you were watching him.

You really wondered where he was taking you, what he wanted to show you and why today. It was around dusk and you watched the sun set, casting him in the pretty light, watching his arm muscles flex as he held onto his ilu.

After awhile, he seems to catch you watching him, and throws a mischievous grin towards you, making you flush a deeper blue. his ilu begins to slow down, and you stop as well. You drag your eyes away from him and finally seem to notice your surroundings. He's brought you to a small island, the prettiest you've ever seen. Teeming with tropical life, and the reefs before it are filled to the brim with marine life. Two different ecosystems seeming to collaborate and strive together. He pushes himself off his ilu, and helps you down from your skimwing. The touch is electrifying, and it's everything in your power that you do to stop yourself from reacting obviously to it.

He seems to feel it too, but you tell yourself you're probably overreacting. you both wade through the water to get closer to the small island, you giggling when all the marine animals seem to follow you, and a couple of hammerbrow fish brush against your thighs, making you laugh at the ticklish sensation.

you see Ao'nung's smile out of the corner of your eye and you flush, pretending not to see it. He leads the way through the beach, through the jungle while animals all stop and watch you move. He notices this and laughs.

"what's so funny?" you ask, wondering what's made him laugh and look so happy.

he smiles, "you, you really have a funny connection with all animals." pointing out your special connection with eywa.

"i guess." You respond, not really knowing what you were expected to say. But you love the way his dimples show when he smiles, so you don't really care.

you follow him in silence while he finds his way through the island. the entire time, your head is racing with thoughts. Where is he taking you? Should you say something, or should you stay quiet? you don't know but after awhile of internal debate, you speak.

"so, how'd you find this place?" you say, out of curiosity and half out of the need to say something to fill the silence.

he hums, seeming to think. "a couple years back i was in a hunt by myself and i got tired and i needed a break and i found this place."

"why'd you want to show it to me?" you ask, hoping he's about to confess his undying love and devotion to you. 'don't think that, that's so stupid' you chastise yourself

he looks away. you stare at him confused. Finally, he responds with "i thought you'd like it, since there's so much unbothered nature here."

the small part of you that just thought he was about to confess his love for you swoons. It seems to say 'see! i told you he was in love with us.' you sigh internally and push that small part of you away.

"that's sweet, thanks." you say, looking around more and noticing how crazy this place is, with so much life surrounding you, you can feel it humming in your veins.

he looks away, seemingly indifferent to your words. He mutters something under your breath that you don't quite catch, but you don't push him.

ao'nung stops at a small log on a small hill, and once again, you need to drag your eyes away from him to catch what he wants to show you.

you let out a soft gasp, at the prettiest sight you've ever seen. The sun's setting rays are shining on the water, the green flushed forest is reflecting the light back, and everything just seems so perfect and unbelievable you genuinely ask yourself 'have i died?'

"wow, ao'nung, it's beautiful" you say smiling softly.

"it is, isn't it?" he responds, looking away and turning to you.

'this is it' you think, 'maybe i should give him the necklace now.' you thumb the little pouch at your waist, giving it a little more thought, and you think 'hell, what's the worst thing that can happen?' (worst idea of ur life )

(play if hanahaki was real (only if u want) )

you decide to push forward and hand it to him anyway, and you clear your throat.

"um, Ao'nung?" you ask, hesitantly

he hums in response

"here" you say, handing him the necklace. You finished it earlier in the day, and so it's quite good timing you think.

"what's this for?" He takes it from your hands and inspects the beads.

"well, it was kind of a token of appreciation, but at the same time, it's a way of me telling you i like you. hopefully you like me too?" you say, with bated breath for his response.

he doesn't respond immediately, but your heart in your chest is thumping wildly, thoughts rushing through your head, your tail swishing anxiously from side to side.

you're praying that everything you thought could mean that he liked you too, was actually real, and not something you've imagined all this time, so lost inside your daydream, that you confused reality with fiction.

finally, he looks back up at you, your heart soaring, before you finally process the look on his face. Eyebrows pinched tight, his lips in a thin line, and he speaks, he finally speaks.

"is there something wrong with you? what would make you think that i liked you too, that i wish to be your mate? you, a outsider in your own skin? someone who couldn't even swim? a demon child?" he smiles cruelly, and you feel tears prick at your eyes. You don't know why he's being so mean, couldn't he just have said that he didn't feel the same?

with those words, he throws the necklace you spent countless hours on for him, on the ground, stepping on it violently, crushing it with his feet.

with that, you can feel your heart shatter, and you feel a scream building up in your throat. You don't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry, so you whistle, calling for avarin, your toruk. She was always following you, to make sure you were okay. she instantly swooped down, and you jumped onto her back, flying away.

'faster' you urge her, wishing to get away as fast as you can. she listens, and with a flap of her powerful wings, you fly through the air.

unbeknownst to you, ao'nung watches you fly away with a sad look in his eyes, hating that he had to do that, for the sake of his clan.

once the island is out of your sight, you let out the most guttural scream you've ever heard into the sky. Tears are streaming down your face, but there's nothing you can do.

'what did i tell you?' another small part of you says 'he'd never like you. you're a demon child, remember? half avatar.' you know to never listen to that voice. that is the voice that was made to keep people humble, to destroy them. thinking of it would only weaken you, you reminded yourself.

everything onwards passed on in a blur, suddenly you were back in your marui pod, your brothers standing around you, asking you questions that you couldn't quite hear.

at this moment, the story of soulmates came rushing back to you, as you walked further into your pod, thinking; 'i don't have a soulmate, do i?'

unknown to you, your brothers throw each other worried looks, especially when you don't respond, or even lean down to pet Ta'heyla when you see her.

"y/n?" they say, neteyam and lo'ak asking after you. this time, you finally hear them

"i'm fine" you respond, and everyone knows you're lying. Lo'ak immediately knows what happened, especially from the way you're walking, somehow. Something about younger brothers.

he runs to T'sireya, who immediately searches for her brother. he's nowhere to be found, but hours later, when you're curled up in your hammock facing away from everyone else, refusing to eat, he finally comes back.

she yells and yells at him "what is wrong with you! you hurt Y/N, why'd you lead her on like that?" , he doesn't even try to argue back, the only thought running in his head, 'i wish it didn't have to be this way.'

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A sight you shouldn't see (Law X reader)

Plot: You have to head back to your old school run by your aunt to help out with money issues. The heart pirates want to see your old school but you refuse. after being away for too long Law goes looking for you the crew demanding they come along. What they find is another side of you they have never seen before

Law X reader, reader is female (Sorry), established relationship. Got reminded of an old movie i used to watch over and over again, i love it so much, St. Trinian's. Listen to the playlist on youtube its awesome and i wrote this while listening to it.

Warning: Bad language, Crime, Blood, violence, seduction

Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

Packing your bags was hard with the heart pirates asking to come with you every few minutes, it didn't matter how many times you said no and that men weren't aloud at the school they still asked. You refused to give them the name of the school since it was quite well known and not for good reasons. Finally, packed you headed out your shared room with Law and down the hall Bepo, Penguin and Shachi following behind you still try to convince you to let them come "That's enough" Laws voice echoed thru the Sub standing at the main door "Leave her alone. You're not going" The three signed their eyes shifting to the floor and muttering a sorry. "At least tell me where your going" Law asked as you walked over to him and placed a small kiss on his cheek. "I can't but if anything happens the address is in this." Handing your captain a sealed small latter which he gladly took "I'll be back in three days. Try to get some sleep while i'm gone" Your concerned about him and his bad sleeping habits, most nights you have to drag him away form his desk to sleep. Law scoffed at you looking away seeming embarrassed by your words. "Well i better get going". Opening the door your met with a cool breeze and a very large island with a bridge going over to another larger island. "Come back safe Y/N" The crew called as you stepped off the sub and onto dry land. You waved back at them a hand grabbing yours and pulling you forward lips crashing onto yours. Law wasn't big on PDA so it was rare for him to kiss you in public, you leaned in nonetheless running your fingers threw his hair and under his hat. He pulled away first locking eyes with you, he didn't need to say anything, he eyes told you everything you needed to know, he loved you and he wanted you to stay safe. Kissing the tip of his nose he took his hand off your wrist and watched you walk away the crew behind him shouting their good bye's.

You loved your crew, but they didn't know about the school you used to go to and the fact that miss Fritton, the head mistress was your aunt. Your parents found you too much to handle and sent you to the privet all girls school with a reputation for taking on the most troubled youth. You might think that a school like that would be strict trying to convert the violent and foul-mouthed girls but it was actually the opposite, Your aunt and the teachers wanted to enhance those skills, teaching you all how to fight, scam, lie and cheat your way thru life and that's why you didn't want any of your crew to know. St. Trinian's was known all over the globe mainly because some of the biggest scam artist and thief's come from that school. The heart pirates saw you as sweet and kind-hearted happy to lend a hand to any crew member for what ever reason. Of cause, you could fight and hold your own but you weren't the type to kill a man while he was down and had no weapons. You used your skills to help the crew with money, you did small scams now and again to rake in more Berries if you were running low but made sure the others didn't find out. The only thing they do know is to never play you in any card game, you always seem to win either by siking out your opponent or out right cheating without getting caught somehow. You've been chased out of casinos for winning too much and taking the money the crew helping you with the bags of Berries back to the ship.

3 days went by and you weren't back but the heart pirates did receive a letter stating you will be staying a few more days and you'll meet them at the next island. Law didn't like you being gone for so long and with no phone call only a letter, it made him wonder if you were ok. The crew were getting upset with the thought of leaving you behind and moving to the next place, their complaining voices sent the Captain over the edge yelling at them to shut up and let him think heading to his office to get his head straight. A few hours later he made a decision stating that he would head out tomorrow morning to the location in the letter, the letter didn't have the name of the school on it just the address and a phone number with a small note saying not to call the number since no one will answer. The crew of course argued back wanting to come with, the crew booing their captain making his anger boil over again but it ended up being Bepo who manged to convince the captain to let them all come with. Law hated yet loved the cute fluffy white bear and those big puppy dog eyes filled with tears made him unable to refuse hiding his blush and small smile under his hat.

The next morning the crew set off, the crew ended up pulling straws to see who had to stay behind with the sub, it ended up being Bart, Uni and one other crew member who stayed behind while the others walked behind their captain. Heading over the large bridge Shachi ran up next to the captain looking a little concerned "Urm captain, i didn't realize it until now but i think i know this place" Catching the captains and the crew's attention he carried on "There's only two big school in this place and one of them is St. Trinian's" He whispers the last part as if it was the worst word in the wold but a few of the other crew started laughing wiping tears form their eyes "Oh come on man" Penguin ran over pulling Shachi into a head lock "There's no way were heading to that school, Y/N too sweet for that place" he laughed as the man under his arm struggled to get free. "Knock it off both of you" Law glared at the two making Penguin let go the two walking behind him again. It was a long walk but they soon reached an over grown winding road spikes sticking out of the trees with strange skulls attached to it. A large sign on the open black metal gates reading Danger keep out in bright yellow letters and a carved stone plaque with the school name on it, St. Trinian's. "Are you sure this is the place, Captain?" Bepo asks looking over the mans shoulder to see the piece of paper in his hands, it was the right address, this is where you were and this is the school you used to go too. Law couldn't help but be shocked he's met a few girls form this school and all of them were nasty almost demon like in nature but you were nothing like that. Swallowing the lump in his throat he walked past the gates and down the road soon reaching a large castle like building, very clean and well maintained for a place with such a reputation. Making their way closer to the school Law heard your voice, it sounded so sweet a tone you have never used on him before and in a way it made him jealous. Slowly opening the cracked open door of the school revealed a strange sight, the front office didn't have much at all, on the left side of the room is a large wooden table with a lady sitting in the chair painting her nail, she doesn't even look up to notice the crew there just waves her hand in a way that says get lost. Tiled floor leading up to a wide stair case going up and behind the woman at the desk. At the far end of the room a suit of armor against the wall with painting that have clearly been graffitied over multiple years. On the right side is a ratty old couch and coffee table directly across form the desk with you and a man on it. Law froze seeing you loom over the stranger, the mans tie in your hands twirling it around your fingers to get a tighter grip on it, your foot on the mans thigh too close to the mans crotch for his liking, the skirt you were wearing riding up slightly on your thigh a state of shock and anger filled his body until you did the something he's never seen you do before.

You loved being back at your old school and seeing your aunt, it was also great to meet the new head girl, both of you became quite close over three days and worked together to come up with plans. Your aunts school has been suffering for a while and the booze they make and sell in the basement isn't enough to sustain the old building and its students. The Bank demanded money becoming more confident over time that they could take on the school with your Aunts growing age. She still had a temper though and with you around to fight for her she knew the school was in safe hands. Your aunt never married or had kids, there was only you and her but you were never interested in taking over the school, and she didn't want to stop you form doing whatever you wanted, she was also very proud of you, the first St. Trinian girl to become a famous pirate alongside a war lord but the world didn't know where you came form it didn't matter though, you're well-loved by most of the students and teachers for your accomplishments. You didn't mind having to stay a few more days, the money you made wasn't enough for the bank and someone was going to come round the next morning bringing some kind of letter. You requested a female do it since the girls her are more than happy to rip apart a man on sight or try and flirt with them.

The first class was in session and you were wondering the halls dressed in almost school uniform, a white blouse with rolled up sleeves and three top buttons undone, a black short skirt just touching the middle of your thighs and black see thru stockings that almost touched the hem of your skirt. Your black high heals taped on the solid tiled floor only being interrupted by a loud male voice from down stairs yelling about something. Making your way down the steps you leaned on the railing soon seeing a man in a suit clearly form the bank yelling at the young lady at the desk, Jenna was her name, she didn't care much about her job only doing the bare minimum, but she was good at not taking shit form people, popping her gum Jenna leaned back in her chair popping her feet up on the table and looking behind her, up at you looking down at her form the stairs "I'm sure she can help you instead" Jenna has some kind of sixth scene about her maybe she somehow knows Haki with being able to sense what's around her without even looking. You fake smile and walk down the stairs the mans eyes unable to leave your figure "Hi, i'm Y/N Miss Fritton's niece" You round the corner of the stairs holding out your hand for him to shake. It takes him a second to stop staring at you and take your hand "I'm sorry... i'm with the bank, i'm here to deliver this to Miss Fritton" The man reaches into his briefcase and pulling out a large envelope. You snatch it and open it while he watches your every move and your face turn form a flirty smile to an annoyed look. In large red letters printed on the paper it read "Foreclosure notice" you whispered the words as you read out loud "You're trying to close us down?" Your eyes shift to the man your look making him back up slightly.

Ripping the letter up and throwing it behind you onto the floor you push the man onto the sofa a think layer of dust floating into the air. He tried to get up but your heal goes to his thigh digging in as you bend over him grabbing his tie, your face now back it its sweet flirtatious smile "I'm sure Mr... sorry i didn't get your name" the man looks up at you with fear but also a bit of lust "K-Kent" he stutters unable to his eyes off yours "You know we have a rule here... no men on the property. You see anything can happen" you say in the sweetest voice you muster almost like soft caramel, Kent's breath quickens as you lean in to his ear "Things can get a little... messy, people get hurt " you pull away a almost evil smile threatening to appear on your face "I-i would never hurt you o-or one of your girls" Kent stutters watching you laugh lightly pulling on his tie a little "Oh i know sweetie... the rules not in place for our safety... it's for yours" On your last word you pull the tie as tight as it can go strangling him. he tries pushing you off but you keep your grip while your foot keeps his leg down heal digging in almost piercing the mans skin, he struggles to breath grasping at his neck and your hands trying to loosen the tie. "Shhhhh, its ok... just let this happen" you sooth keeping your voice sweet as his eyes looked at you in horror a evil like smile forming on your face.

"That's enough Y/N, don't kill the man" Your aunts voice calls out making it down the stairs and looking over at the door to see Law and his crew looking at you in shock "We have guests" she calls smiling at them, she's never met a war lord before and hopes it will be interesting. You take a few more seconds before letting go and stepping back watching the man fall onto the floor pulling his tie off and taking a deep breath trying not to pass out. Your eyes shift form the man to the door the smile fading form your face and heart stopping in your chest, Law your lover and most of the crew were there looking at you in shock. "Law?" you ask hoping you were just seeing things "Welcome." Your aunt says walking over to your side "Jenna be a dear and help Mr Kent into the other room" the girl at the desk blows on her fingers before walking over to the man and helping him up with her dry hand walking him thru to one of the back room. "Well, isn't this exciting, a War lord of all people at this place. Iv heard a lot about you and your crew. Please come, lets have a drink" Your aunt smiles wide hugging you form the side as she walks away with you down the hall and into her office.

Law and the crew couldn't believe what just happened, if it weren't for that woman you would have killed an unarmed and defenseless man something you have never done before. "C-Captain?" Penguin asks placing a hand on the man's shoulder gaining his attention as you left with the woman down the hall. Law didn't know what to do or how to feel. You shocked him but a part of him liked it, the way you dressed and how you dealt with the situation made his heart flutter a little. "What do we do?" Penguin asks after not getting an answer, Law sighs and looks away tilting his hat down "Come on" The captain commanded walking into the building and down the hall you went down into a large room with two big sofa's facing each other a desk with papers stacked high and a small bar in the corner. "Please sit" The lady form before gestured to the sofa across from the one she was sitting on, You walk over from the bar handing a glass of what looks like Whiskey and black ice to the lady holding another one in your hands.

Law walks over his crew following as he sits on the sofa, the crew looks around the room leaving Law, Bepo, Penguin, Shachi and Ikkaku the only other female on the crew to sit on the sofa, law in the middle one leg crosses over the other. You walk over to him and hold out the the glass in your hands to him refusing to look him in the eyes. He hates the look on your face, shame shouldn't be something you feel, your a pirate, hurting people and being a criminal is part of the job so why are you ashamed. He reaches up taking the glass in his hand letting his thumb run over your fingers prompting you to look at him. Law smiles up at you moving over a little patting the now free spot for you. You wanted to cry at that moment, even after seeing how cruel you can be he still wants you at his side. Sitting down next to him his other arm goes around your waist his hand resting on your hip as he pulls you closer to him. "So... it is true." Your aunt spoke up snapping your eyes away form Laws and to her "You two are together." she finished sipping on her drink. You look down at your lap smiling a little trying to stop a blush from forming on your face "So you know about us?" Laws asked his thumb rubbing your hip giving you some kind of comfort "Of course, My niece never stops talking about you lot" you blush harder giving her an angry look "Auntie" you yelled out the others looking at you before laughing "Man Y/N" Shachi laughs slapping you on the back lightly "You love us that much" he laughs your blush growing brighter as you turn to face him "Shut up Shachi" Law can't help but smile seeing you back to normal, well the normal he see's on the ship, a sweet and kind girl who is easily teased by his crew but you could never hate them.

"So what's going on here?" with the laughter dying down Law spoke looking across the room at your aunt "Well Y/N do you think they can help?" she asks looking at you trying to take your attention away form Shachi who your almost having an angry staring competition with. Giving up you turn to face your aunt then Law. He squeezes your hip leaning in a little closer a subtle way of telling you he's there for you "The schools been late on payments for years only now demanding payment since aunties getting older. I paid it in full yesterday but their still threatening to close us down" You explain the rest of the crew listening "The man from before came with a Foreclosure notice and..." you stop yourself form saying more only for Law to let out a small laugh, it shocked you a little wondering why he would be laughing at this "So you tried to kill him?" the blush came back to your face as he looks down at you "NO... i mean yes but.." You tried to say more but got cut off my Laws face getting closer to yours "That's my girl" he whispers your heart pounding in your chest at the look he gives you, it would scare others but you loved it, it made you want to kiss him right there and then but you know he doesn't like that kind of things, not in public anyway. "Im sure we can help right Captain" Penguin smiles looking at Law while the others cheer along hoping their Captain will agree "Im sure we can do something to help" Law answer pulling away form your face to look at your aunt who smiles back at you and the crew.

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Always Sabotaging // A DK One Shot

Pairing: Idol! Lee Seokmin (DK) x fem!reader

Type: ≋ (Fluffy/Angsty)

Word Count: 2.084K Words

Summery: Y/N has had bad luck with love, after fighting with her boyfriend, Seokmin, she walked away but was it worth it?

Based off this song

Playlist for this one shot

Fights happen, that's just the way of life. Deep down you knew that but you couldn't help but hate yourself. Why could you not just hear him out? Why did you have to assume the worst? Why did you not listen to him but them. Those damn voices of self doubt, those sabotaging thoughts. Why, why, why?

You had never been someone who has had a great time with relationships. In fact, everything you know about love is negative. Everyone in your past gave you more reasons to assume that fairytales were bullshit. Absolute bullshit. Every time something went astray, you would walk away because you were taught that fighting leads to heartbreak and it just wasn't worth it.

However, you knew that Lee Seok-min was different from everyone else. He was gentle, kind, and made time feel like it stopped whenever you were with him. Meeting him was a happy little accident and when you first met it seemed too good too be true. Looking back at your first encounter it was like it out of a movie scene.

♥Flashback���

You were closing up shop for the night. You owned a local floral shop with your best friend of fifteen years. You had already flipped the sign from open to close and just had to finish a few more things before you could finally leave for the day. You were sweeping some fallen leaves while listening to one of your favorite kpop songs, Kidult by Seventeen, humming along to it when you heard the bell of the door chime. You quickly spun around in shock and were confused because you swore you locked the door just moments before. However you were even more confused to see who was huffing and puffing while locking the door. DK from Seventeen. Yes, the guy whose vocals were now playing on your Bluetooth speaker. Before you could say anything he made eye contact with you and spoke, "hello ma'am, I'm sorry I was being chased by some people and need a place to hide. Is it okay if I stay here for a minute?" You didn't know what to do so you just nodded while trying to figure out what the hell was going on. You then heard screaming so you quickly pointed behind the counter for him to hide. While he hid you shut the curtains and turned off the lights. You quickly ran behind the counter and saw the distressed idol in front of you and your heart sunk.

Being an idol was anything but glamorous, anybody knew this. However, people have dreams and you understood why someone would want to become an idol. Especially DK. That voice deserves to be heard.

The silence and your thoughts were quickly interrupted when you crouched down in front of him with a safe space between you. "Are you alright? Is there anything I can do?" You whispered. You were normally shy especially around men but for some reason, you were calm. You felt like you were supposed to be the brave one in this situation so that is what you did.

He gave you a weak smile before shaking his head, "you are doing enough by letting me stay here. Thank you."

You nodded and just sat there in silence. You didn't realize your Bluetooth was still on and that was when DK realized what was playing and looked at you smiling. You blushed and stood up to grab your phone.

"Ah, where are my manners," you said nervously as you went to search for your phone, "I was just listening to music to help make cleaning go by quicker." "It's okay, you don't have to turn it off just for me." "No, no, it's not for you," you said quickly causing him to raise an eyebrow, "I mean- I don't know. I uh."

Smooth (Y/N), Smooth.

Your sudden shyness made him giggle and he stood up. You quickly switched the song which of course went to another song by Seventeen. This made both of you giggle. You in embarrassment, him because he found you precious. He didn't really look at you until now and you were gorgeous and just so nice. He felt guilty for the way he just barged into a "closed" floral shop to hide from a mob. He was just trying to get some fresh air and it happened out of nowhere. He reached up to scratch his neck before clearing his throat to make some small talk. "You said you were, uh, cleaning?" You nodded. "How much more do you have to clean? Can I help?" "Oh, just have to finish sweeping and count some money but it's okay. I got -" "-Please," he interrupted, "I insist. It's the most I can do. You helped me hide." You pursed your lips together and thought about it before ultimately sighing and standing out of the way, "OK. Are you okay with sweeping?" "What, do you not trust me with money?" He asked teasing you before walking past you toward the broom. You blushed and was about to tell him that's not what you meant but as if he was reading your mind he gave you a wink. "I'm just messing with you. Of course I am okay with sweeping." He grabbed the broom and walked back to where you were sweeping prior to him coming in. You watched as he picked up where you left off and couldn't help but smile softly. You then went to the register and started to count the money in the drawer. There was a comfortable silence between you with only soft music, from his group mind you, playing in the background. You both ended up finishing sweeping and counting money around the same time. He walked back to you and set the broom against the wall. You looked at him a bit embarrassed as you realized the reality of the situation where he essentially just worked for free and you cleared your throat. "Thank you for helping me, I feel bad though. Can I pay you for your services?" He gave you a confused look before shaking his head no. "What do you mean? You don't need to pay me." "I uh. I don't know, I just feel bad." "Don't, trust me it's okay." "Are you sure?" He nodded and then looked at you once again. Once again, he couldn't help but find you beautiful. Part of the reason he wanted to stay was to be with you a bit longer before you both went your separate ways. However, the silence and your charms made him want to get to know you more. He realized this was a once in a lifetime chance. He then cleared his throat before stating, "well…" You gave him a puzzled look. "Well?" "There is one thing you could do for me." "Anything," you insisted causing him to chuckle and smile his infamous beautiful smile. "Will you go on a date with me? Say Friday night?" You were shocked. The DK from Seventeen just asked you to go on a date? Do you know how many people would kill you for this? You found it sudden but knew you would be an idiot if you said no. Like, how often would a chance like this happen. "Oh. A date? Um yeah of course." His smile grew wider making yours grow wide as well. "Fantastic, it's a date then… uh," it was at this moment when he realized he did not know an important detail. Your name lol. It was at that moment you also realized you had not told him your name and you giggled in embarrassment before saying, "my name is (Y/N)." "(Y/N)," he repeated, "gorgeous name by the way." You couldn't help but blush before saying a thank you. "It's a date then," he said while looking down at you. "It's a date."

♥End Of Flashback♥

Angry tears fell as you remembered your first encounter. You were angry because you let your fear take over and just would not even fight. You honestly can't recall why you were fighting to begin with. All you knew was that you missed him and regret walking away. It was not his fault that the voices of the past were louder. It was not his fault that he did not know about that part of your past. You just wish you could take it back but it feels impossible. You sighed as you wiped your face and stood up. You were defeated but also needed to get ready for your shift. Your friend understood and told you to take as much time as possible but honestly, you could use the distraction. After about a hour, you were finally ready. As you walked outside, you noticed the sky was also sad and grey. Fitting. You sighed as you put your headphones in and made the familiar walk to the shop. Half way there, you realized you should have drove or stayed home because it had started to rain. You cursed under your breath and started to pick up the pace. Soon enough, you got to the shop. You shivered as you walked in. "(Y/B/F/N), I'm here~" you called out as you closed the door. It was a tradition you both had when you came in. You didn't hear her say anything but the cashier who was working said hello on her behalf. You walked into the back when you heard distant whispers coming from the office. That was odd. You ignored it at first as you went to the coat rack and hung up your drenched jacket. You then walked toward the door to just show face when your stomach dropped. You saw your friend and Seokmin in a heated discussion. "Look, for the millionth time, I don't know when she will be back, Seokmin, I'm sorry." "Please, I really need to see, (Y/N), it's important. She won't answer my calls." "Have you thought there could be a reason?" "I've done mental gymnastics, (Y/B/F/N), I don't understand and that is why I need to talk to her." Your heart sunk even more then it was. You didn't realize how much he was hurting as well. Made you hate what you did even more. "I'm sorry Seokmin, I really am. I'm just as confused if it helps." Seokmin just sighed and wiped his face. "I know, I'm sorry I'm bothering you with this. If you see her, just tell her I stopped by?" Your friend sighed before looking up and making eye contact with you. You put a finger to your mouth and was about to book it when Seokmin realized she was looking over his shoulder. That's when he turned around and saw you. Both of you just stared at each other for a moment. Not knowing what to do. Your friend then cleared her throat and walked past him and put a hand on your shoulder, "I think you can tell her that, Seokmin. I'll be up in front, I think you both should talk it out." With that she left leaving you in a silence that used to be comfortable but now it was uncomfortable. Neither of you liked that. It hurt more then the fight. It hurt more then you ghosting him. You don't know how long it was before you both broke down into tears and wrapped each other in an embrace. "I'm sorry," you cried into his chest. You both held onto each other as if your lives depended on it. "What happened?" he asked as his rubbed circles into your back. "I don't even remember, I just remember being afraid." "Of me?" "No, no, never you." "Then what?" That's when you sighed and pulled him deeper into the office and shut the door. You knew in order to fix this, you had to open up and explain what why you were the way you were and why you walked away. Surprising to you, Seokmin was understanding and supportive. He held your hands as you talked about everything and it got easier. "Thank you for sharing, (Y/N), I know it wasn't easy to do," he whispered while kissing your hands, "I will do everything in my power to make sure you see love to be a beautiful thing." You sniffed while looking him in the eye, "what if I get scared again? What if I sabotage us again?" "I'll be with you fighting that battle with you, I won't leave you alone." fpgjgnjrggrjg this is first writing in 2 years. pls be nice

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A New Home Ch. 33

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The night went by quick, your family enjoying the time off you're allowing them to have. Of course you're still enforcing a healthy diet along with regular stretch sessions, but that's the bare minimum at your rank.

The following morning, you found yourself sitting infront of a simple meal- very unlike Milo before a battle so important. WIth his pastel green apron on, he slightly turns to face everyone at the table;

"Sorry guys, I need to do a grocery run."

He opens up the last carton of juice just for Leo, placing it in front of him. While he's beside you, you ask Milo if he'd like it if you joined him to do groceries. He offers a warm smile, mixed with pleasant surprise.

"Of course! We'll leave right after I'm done eating, sound okay?"

You nod, knowing that allows you some time to get dressed and whatnot because he still hasn't sat down to eat.

Before long, you're both standing at the front door, right on time. Very different from how it usually is compared to when Leo tags along.

You adjust your shoes one last time before waving at Leo and Tasha- the both of them preoccupied by their usual activities: Tasha cleansing her weapon and Leo with his eye glued to the TV. Milo sighs and loudly proclaims a goodbye, gaining their attention and telling them to take care, telling Leo he set out some snacks for him.

You always knew how protective he was, but it seemed so absentminded sometimes. He stood behind you nearly the whole train ride, and you could've sworn his smile turned into a slight frown when he saw some guy staring at you a bit too long. He caught you gently when the train stopped a bit too hard, arriving at your destination. A short walk later had you through the doors, Milo grabbing a cart. Money was no longer really an issue these days thanks to your rank, but he still shopped as if he didn't have lots, getting lots of non-name brand stuff. When you finally built up the courage to ask, he said that his mum taught him lots of ways to bake and cook, and the non-name brand stuff was just as good for it.

Not too long in, you ran into some fans. You slightly stood behind him, feeling a little embarrassed being spotted by actual fans in public, but Milo took care of the situation perfectly. He even offered them a hug! One was a sweet little girl, and another, an older boy who was more distant. The brother- you assumed- seemed to be happy for his sister, asking if he could get something signed for her for when she got older. Maybe it was actually for him- that wasn't for you to assume.

You stifled a slightly annoyed laugh noticing how he roamed the aisles exactly like a mother would. Very slow steps, leaning down on the cart often. You trailed beside, pointing at stuff here and there. Every once in a while he'd ask for your opinion between a few things, and you'd remind him that there are no issues getting both.

"Okay, yes- but Leo's gonna go through these packs of gummies in seconds. He doesn't need two boxes."

You shrug and nod- okay, that one's fair. ... Maybe you just wanted some too.

Shopping with him did have some positives despite the sore feet after standing for so long, allowing you to get your favorite cookies and him "treating" you to a plushie. (You could have gotten it yourself, but it just felt more special when he got it for you.)

Then, you pointed to some strawberry mochi. You remember Tasha enjoying traditionally Japanese snacks and foods, so you figured she might like them. Milo's eyes widened a bit and his gaze softened when he quickly nabbed the box. Under his breath he whispered;

"My sister used to love these."

"Used to?" Your question slipped out completely on accident.

He softly nodded. He was quiet for a bit with a warm look on his face, but you noticed the slight furrow in his brow. Of course you wouldn't force it, but you were open to listening.

After a while, you felt the need to apologise. He's usually really talkative, but it seems he was completely lost in thought. He slightly jumps up, and waves his hand dismissively.

"No, no! It's okay- I just-, she was a very sweet individual. I miss her a lot."

"Is she still at home?"

"...No. She's passed to somewhere nicer now."

Oh. OH carp now you really felt bad. How did you not get the hint?! You assumed Milo moved from his home to here and had to leave his sister at home, but duh- of course it wasn't that.

You held your breath, feeling very awkward about bringing it up.

"It's okay, Boss. Really."

"She was younger than me by 8 years. I know, I know- don't think ill of mum though, okay? She was just doing her best, and I was very glad for both of them. Mum's still around, I talk to her every few days. She taught me everything. And my sister, Luna, I loved her so very much."

The two of you went through the checkout together, you helping him put the groceries on the conveyor belt in order. He carried most of the bags himself.

The two of you made it to the train without issues, besides him grabbing another bag from your hands and you barely noticing until it was too late. He teasingly stuck a tongue out, claiming it was good for "strength training". Yeah right.

Once you were walking back home from the train, he finally spoke up again.

"She was... well, believe it or not, I was small and weak at one point in time."

"I wasn't able to protect her."

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Achilles Heart || 05

All Rights Reserved. © RandomBTSPrincessa, Tulips98.

Author: Randombtsprincessa

Characters: Jeon Jungkook x Reader, Kim Taehyung x Reader

Words: 3.8k

Genre: Angst, Smut

Rating: Mature

Content Advisory: Just a touch of some vague smut, nothing explicit. 

Playlist - Handbook - Losing Touch 

Chapters:  Prologue  01  02  03  04

This document keeps getting longer and longer. I forgot how tedious legal paperwork gets. I hope you don’t mind signing some 200 or so pages. Next time I will take a page out of Yoongi’s book and simply ask you as nicely as I can to help.

You read the text twice, the first with your eyes boggling at the sheer number of papers mentioned and the second with an amused snort escaping you.

It had been sometime since you had been officially signed on to act as an active management personnel for any company. You knew it was tedious, you knew it was a whole load of legal work that you would have to carefully sift through before passing onto your counsel. However, it was rather exciting. 

And you were very much aware it was because it was the Kims’ involved.

You lean back into your chair, the springs bouncing you a few times like a rocking chair as you stretch out your fingers, sending a bunch of shocked emojis to Kim Taehyung.

It had been a week since you had had your appointment with Taehyung; or rather he had had one with you. A week, and both he and Jimin had somehow become an ingrained part of your life. Once your appointment had ended, Jimin had called you, positively beaming as he demanded a lunch with you and ‘the tea’ - as he put it.

You told him as delicately as you could what had happened, and begged him not to tell Yoongi yet as you wanted to see the look on his face when he saw the paperwork on his desk. 

Jimin had agreed with a giggle resembling a five year old with hidden candy and that had been enough to soften you into endearment. Before long you were chatting as if you had been friends with him for years, instead of a measly couple weeks.

Those interactions had slowly delved into Jimin bringing Taehyung along and while you had almost backed out of a brunch because OHMYGOD KIM TAEHYUNG WAS THERE, you persevered. 

Taehyung had shown up in casuals that had almost all the cafe occupants staring at him, and you wondered idly how long it would take someone to put pictures online.

And as much as you wanted to make it seem that you were nothing short of professional, you had to admit, you rather enjoyed the company.

Charming, dashing and tempting, Park Jimin made you laugh till you were nearly tearing up and while Taehyung was quieter in the joking department, he never fell short at having fun with his best friend.

As enigmatic and polite as he was, you had realized Taehyung’s brand of fun lay in his extreme intelligence. And he was very smart - throwing out quips and banter back and forth with the two of you as if he had to barely think about his responses.

With Yoongi busy songwriting and producing and neck deep in prep, and Jungkook and Namjoon busy with their albums, you had a revelation.

You’d been home one weekend, with your phone in hand as you scrolled through your list of girlfriends. You’d realized then just how out of touch you were with reality.

As much as you’d love to take some girls out to drink, you either couldn’t because you weren’t as close with them and didn’t know their schedules, or the ones who were in the entertainment sector with you were busy as well.

You looked over at the glass of wine you held.

And for the first time in a long time you pondered about how lonely it got when your world revolved around your work and how you helped your close ones.

Before getting up to go morosely to bed, you shot a text to everyone you still had contact with.

Come morning, the only replies you had were girls being very sorry but they couldn’t, and of course the promises for rainchecks. In the midst of your quickly depressing mood, you’d found Jimin’s brilliant offer for a mall crawl and you’d taken him up on it almost gratefully.

Sitting in the chair, with your two new friends, you couldn’t help but be glad to have them. You didn’t feel as lonely with them as you usually felt during times like these.

You shook your head, memories of a huge ruckus causing Jimin, Taehyung and you to burst out laughing, easing back when you thought of how happy Yoongi had been to receive news of your official recruitment into the Kim and GLOSS collab.

As much as you wanted to surprise him, you figured that as one of the people who you would be answering to, he deserved a heads-up, especially seeing how he was close to losing his hair over this.

With the way GLOSS was slowly delving into more and more of the limelight it deserved, you were relieved to see Yoongi being repaid for his diligent efforts. The man had worked day in and night out to make the company stand on its legs. He needed this.

Muscles easing from your short trip to memory lane and exercise, you returned to your emails, the springs moving back into position for work.

“I swear to god, if I have to keep coming over to feed you all the time I am moving you in with me.” You said, opening the door to Yoongi’s office to make your exit after having pumped his stomach with some food. 

“You’re the one who said you wanted to have lunch. Just admit that you missed me you sadistic mons-” You shut the door on him before he could finish his sentence, rolling your eyes as you turned away.

GLOSS ENT. was an intimidating building. Starting from a simple two storey studio and office space, it had grown into the five storey building it was now. With levels dedicated to lounges, security, conference rooms, dance and music studios and offices, Yoongi had the top most floor to himself. Segregated into his own office, studio and a small lounge and conference, you knew he kept himself barricaded in here until he was bones.

As much as you’d missed him, you had to admit that you were worried he would lose the weight he had gained since his fever mixtape from last season.

So, with a quick chat with Jana, you’d shown up with delicacies…only to be called sadistic…

Seriously that man…

“Hey Y/N!”

You stopped, turning to look at the direction you’d been called from. You usually preferred to take the flight of stairs down, as a simple exercise and you had reached the dance studios. At the far end, the door was open and emerging from it was GLOSS’s leading artist and name - J-HOPE.

His real name was Jung Hoseok but his stage name just fitted him better. The ever optimistic man was a bright ray of morning sunshine personified and his personality hinged on the fact that he hated frowns on the faces of people he cared for.

And for that reason, it was almost hard for people to hate him for always being chipper. 

Unless it was early morning…and there hadn’t been a bed in sight for hours…

“Hey, Hobi, how’s it going?” You asked, him falling into step with you. 

His soaked GLOSS jersey and wet hair told you he was probably heading to the showers after an intense practice.

“It’s going great. Especially now, you know; exciting times we are headed into.” He drank deeply from the water bottle he carried. “How is the contract? Park Jimin is so tight lipped about it, you’d think it was espionage.”

You laughed.

“Yeah, I’d say it was close. Don’t worry, Yoongi’s going to be making some announcements soon.” You said mysteriously, ignoring the way he turned puppy eyes on you.

“Ah well,” he said, shrugging when he figured you won’t break. “I guess this means you’re working for GLOSS now right? Like with a pay grade and everything?”

“Yep.”

“Seems like Kim Namjoon and Jeon Jungkook are going to have to find a new person to manage their events. Gonna have to pay them too, once the collab hits the news.”

Your smile dimmed at that, turning to sharply glance at an obviously unconcerned Hoseok. His words hadn’t even been malicious, but it brought out an itch in you nonetheless.

“I didn’t help that much, you know. They did have publicists and management teams that they paid.”

Hoseok’s answering look was borderline insulting, as if he thought you were being deliberately slow.

“I mean, sure, but it’s pretty obvious that Jeon Jungkook became the backbone of BH ever since you began helping in his events. You’re good, Y/N. People want you for a reason. Haven’t you noticed that you’re always involved when it’s his events?”

Hoseok slowed down as well, his eyebrows furrowing as you reached the next flight of stairs.

“I mean I get that you’re busy and all, so it’s always so confusing that Namjoon gets you to do favors for him so often. Not even Yoongi does it…”

You made sure your face remained unconcerned. As far as people in your life went, the only people who were aware of your relationship with Jungkook was, your parents, Jana, Yoongi, Namjoon and Jungkook’s supervisors. It was a select batch of trustworthy people who could be controlled due to direct relations to you, more so because they knew Jungkook before his debut.

But this…

This wondering and pondering about BH’s handling with you and Jungkook, it was concerning.

If Hoseok ever found out about Jungkook’s involvement with you, there’d be worries, accusations, NDAs, a shitstorm that would lose you trust from a major man in the business.

Simply because you helped your boyfriend and friend with no pay.

And if word got out…it would ruin your reputations…and worse…it would make the Kims back out because you had active relations with their rivals.

Yoongi would be devastated.

“He’s talented. I just managed it, Hobi. Same way that I will be on your butt once we all sign the papers.” You joked warningly, and thankfully it had the desired effect.

The cloud passed from Hobi’s face to make way for a snort. “Bring it on.”

You were walking down the stairs with a relieved smile when he called out behind you again.

“Talent’s only about 25 percent of the whole deal.”

You shivered.

“Talent’s only 25 percent of the whole deal.”

The words haunted you as you received Namjoon’s call. His deep voice was coaxing, trying to convince you to help him with an issue his payroll manager had overlooked. You stared down at the paperwork of your new contract, humming along to his explanations, wondering just how you were going to navigate through this new conundrum.

“Hey, Yoongles?” You asked, pensive over the bowl of ramen. That was the only thing Min Yoongi had in his snack cupboard with a pitcher of lemonade in the mini-fridge. You really had to have a serious talk with the man about food if he was going to continue holding up in his office for long hours.

“What’s the word, hummingbird, want more ketchup?” He picked up the packet only to earn an incredulous look from you.

“No, I had a question. About me, and um…Jungkook,”

“He being an ass again?”

“No!” You frowned. “He’s never an ass, Yoongi. It’s more about well, the work I do with him. For him, with BH,”

“Oh,” Yoongi paused to take a bite of his food, looking distinctly ruffled. “What about it?”

You told him about your conversation with Hoseok, trying to keep it mostly neutral. If you really wanted an objective viewpoint, you had to remove your own feelings from the context from the get-go.

Yoongi listened intently, eyes down on his food as you finished. You waited for the verdict, chewing on nothing. On his part, Yoongi returned to eating, taking a big bite before slurping some of the excess broth. You could tell he was bidding for time. 

Finally, Yoongi gave you a long, serious look - one that told you that Min Yoongi was going to be brutally honest. He only ever fixed you with that look to check the impact it would make on you.

“Well, I have to agree with Hoseok, Y/N. I mean, take a look at all the work that you used to do - that you got your education in. Location management, hospitality, communications, diplomacy, event coordination, hell, you even have qualifications for legal negotiating. These…these are huge accomplishments and you just do them for free whenever Kim Namjoon asks because he works with your boyfriend.”

“I don’t do stuff for Namjoon. Besides, he’s a friend too.”

“You used to say no to Namjoon too, back when he was only a friend and not Jungkook’s coworker. Now you could have ten things to do but you’d still draw yourself out to help him out. Sometimes it’s not even real work. He just tells you to check on things that his own managers - the ones on his payroll - have done and you do it. You even make changes if you feel like it.”

You tried not to sting at the mild hint of accusation in his voice. Yoongi would never do that to you but he was still human.

“I guess you’re right. But Jungkook isn’t successful and famous just because I check over his scripts or clothes a few times.” (And coordinate stage events, fan events, and negotiate with management.) 

“Sure, but you’re a very big part of it. I just hope he knows it, even if you don’t.”

You pouted but didn’t say anything more. The both of you returned to your ramen in silence.

The TV was only supposed to be background noise as you tossed a light salad to eat with your dinner. Behind you in the kitchen the microwave hummed pleasantly with the aroma of your warm up dinner wafting through the room. However, when the news you’d turned on began to broadcast a late night discussion of Jungkook’s interview, you had to look up and pay attention, the salad forks forgotten in your hands. 

It was a man and a woman, both with thinning gray hair and had apparently taken it upon themselves that the supposed love life of a young idol was appropriate for the debate.

Your eyes scanned the half disbelieving and half frustrated tone of the discussion, wondering. Just how much could you get away with trying to predict the winds of this phase of your life?

Let’s not be assumptious, you didn’t exactly want to be where you were right about now, with each second passing wondering if this was the time when Jungkook realized he could do better - much better - if he dropped out of your relationship now. You knew it was stupid, ridiculous, because he loved you and would never ever do that to you. 

But then, he had gone and done exactly that and hadn’t seemed to bat an eye, hadn’t he?

You cast your eyes down to your forgotten food when keys jangled in the door lock. You dropped the forks, scrambling for the remote to turn the TV to another channel when Jungkook walked in, finally. His work duffel hung over his shoulder, a suitcase clutched in his hand as he kicked off his shoes.

“Baby!” He raised his voice to call, voice dropping abruptly when he saw you in the living room. “Baby!” His voice turned happier.

You smiled widely, holding your hands out like a child as he dropped his stuff, quickly engulfing you in a hug. “God, I missed you so much.” He took a deep breath of your hair.

“I missed you too, so much, you don’t even know the half of it.” He took another breath before pulling away, looking around your home.

“What did I miss? Dinner?”

“Nope, just making some salad and there’s food in the microwave but I just got in about an hour ago.”

“Then I’m sure you don’t mind eating a bit later.”

Jungkook cradled your face to look at you intensely, smirking when you gave him a coy smile. 

His kiss burned away all thoughts you had prior, his lips speaking tales against yours of separation, of reuniting, of fond familiarity. It was barely sensual, barely leading into the true line of action he wanted but this was him, against you and you couldn’t muster coherence for many moments until he parted from you.

When he pushed you back onto the couch, his shirt unbuttoned and hanging off of his arms now, you arched up into his touch, the both of you unconsciously chasing away any worries that might have in turn pecked away at you. He didn’t spend much time entering you, promising a longer and more thorough time later, but he had to have you then. 

It was just you and him now, together, and you could deign to put aside your venomous thoughts for another time.

Jungkook ran his hand over the length of your leg, having just finished with the ‘longer and more thorough session’ and leaving you catching your breath. 

“I told you, I could do it. All tonight,” He whispered against your knee, the throw blanket of the couch covering him from waist down while your hot, flushed self cooled down.

“Yeah, no kidding.” You raised yourself up on your elbows, staring down at your boyfriend, still engrossed in after play at your knee. “So, are you here for a while?” You asked.

How long are you back for this time? You really were asking. How long did you have before he would leave again?

He looked up at you too, squinting at the TV. “Eh, I’m not really sure. Managers keep saying a good few weeks with the Albums all done and gone for editing and reworking.”

You smiled. “That sounds amazing, Kook. I’m so happy for you.”

“Yeah…” He trailed off, eyes still on the television. You sensed a but that never came and hiked your leg up to gently prod his jaw with your knee. 

“What’s wrong?”

He looked at you. “Euphoria was ranking number one on all the lists just a couple weeks ago. Namjoon hyung said that streams have slowed this week.” His eyebrows were furrowed and his jaw jutted out in that defiant manner when he couldn’t figure something out despite trying very hard.

You inaudibly gulped, taken back to your conversation with Yoongi and Hoseok. Jungkook was staring at you but it was obvious his mind wasn’t on you anymore.

You laid back to stare at the ceiling fan, slowly churning the air that had now lost the sheen of his return.

You didn’t say anything.

You continued to say nothing about his work even days after Jungkook’s return. As much as he loved being back home after grueling tours, with you in his arms, he was too fond of his work to take a proper break. You attributed half of it to boredom and half of it to the fact that there was really nothing for him to do when you were at work. ‘I can’t just sit at home playing games for all the days I’m back,’ he’d tell you.

So you went off to work and Jungkook would wake up and swing by his work at his leisure, helping in studio work, practice choreographies, think up new moves or song and music ideas. At your office, you swirled your chair again, taking a break from typing, filing and sorting organizers.

God, you really needed an assistant. 

Staring out the window, you thought back to the day of Taehyung’s meeting with you. You hadn’t had a chance to meet up with either him or Jimin since the three days your boyfriend had been back, busy with paying attention to him. But well, once your work piled up, it could be a bitch to get a grasp on it again and the contract you would be working was in no way something you could afford to lose control of.

You glanced over at the open magazine website on your laptop, rumors of said boyfriend having ‘sparking connections’ with the female technician he was working with for Euphoria.

“This is just a rumor, but BH isn’t thinking of squashing it at the moment.” 

Jungkook’s arm was around your shoulder, your head frozen on him. He’d just mentioned the dating rumor so casually, you couldn’t help but feel your previous resentment raising its ugly head. 

While Jungkook appeared to have completely forgotten about the ‘open relationship’ thing, there was not a moment when you weren’t thinking of your new status with the man you hoped to marry someday.

How was he so fucking casual about this?

“Why are you telling me this now?” You chose to say instead.

“Well, I guess I wanted you to be the first to know? I messed up with the ‘I’m single’ interview and forgot to tell you, but I don’t want this to upset you even more.”

Upset? You weren’t upset. You were hurt, yeah, your chest had caved in the first days he’d done this but well, did you really have anything to blame him for that wasn’t your fault? You were the one who hadn’t agreed simply to the break up.

“Oh, ok.” You chose to say.

Jungkook returned his attention to the cartoon movie on the TV, your mind now far away. You supposed it was a good strategy, this rumor.

Jungkook had announced that he was single, yet Euphoria was about love. He had gone ranting about destroying himself for love on that television show. The idea that he indeed had eyes on someone would help spike the numbers for Euphoria, you thought.

Fans were predictable that way, once they had their own ideas, they would consume media with the sole purpose of finding confirmation. Even if it was just a projection, they would not be that self-aware to realize they were being manipulated.

A very smart strategy, you were impressed - but Namjoon hadn’t ever even mentioned this to you, and he ran all his ideas by you. 

What changed?

You glanced absently at your boyfriend, his eyes crinkled in a smile at the TV. He probably hadn’t even considered that.

You sighed, mentally switching out of break mode. Turning your chair back to your desk, you looked down at the heavy contract draft that both you and your lawyers had gone over. It was the final draft, one that you needed to sign.

Taehyung hadn’t been joking when he’d said it was…vast. It had taken approximately four days to finalize it.

And the collaboration would be announced at the Year’s End Awards ceremony.

You prickled with anticipation, with excitement, with nervousness and opened your drawer to pick out one of your ‘good’ pens to begin signing.

[xalatath]

10 songs

Tagged by @late-to-the-fandom Thank you!!! This is really fun!

I always feel weird about tagging people so if you see this, feel free to do it yourself!

Rules: Put a wip/character/etc playlist on shuffle and list the first 10 songs that come up. Describe how they relate to your WIPs or worldbuilding.

All of these will be coming from my Thu/Uinen playlist

1. Is It True by Mabel Ye

I imagine this from Thu's perspective when Uinen is getting really deep into all the Revendreth shit and seemingly growing apart as a result. Thu doesn't know what to think, and can't decide if they want to keep putting effort into what seems like a failing relationship (spoiler alert: They do)

"I just wanna cry and I just wanna be happy that now I'm finally free"

2. Desert Song by My Chemical Romance

Oh man. This song just makes me think of Uinen at their worst, imprisoned in Castle Nathria. Completely hopeless and believing that this is how it all ends. Becoming Denathrius' consort and mingling with the Venthyr elite while still undeniably being a captive. And then after it all comes crashing down, being found by Thu, helpless, humiliated and completely alone.

"Did you come to stare or wash away the blood?"

3. The Ghost of You by My Chemical Romance

When Uinen disappears, Thu assumes them to be dead. What follows is a complete mental breakdown. Remembering that this is the second time they had failed to save their loved ones from themselves.

"If I died we'd be together"

4. Poison & Wine by the Civil Wars

Just a perfect song about a fractured relationship. One person closes themselves off because they don't know any better, while the other only wants their love. And yet, knowing that they can't be apart; despite their flaws they are destined for each other.

"I don't have a choice, but I'd still choose you"

5. Best Friend by Laufey

This is just such a cute song and the first positive one that I'm gonna write about LMAO. I imagine it from Uinen's POV. It's just about 2 idiots in love, with some snarky comments included. I'd say this is more indicative of their relationship post-Shadowlands. They've both gone through so much bullshit together and now they're just ready to hang out and vibe

"I have never tolerated someone for so long"

6. Romantic by Mannequin Pussy

This one is interesting, because I really think it could be from either of their POVs, though I typically assign it to Thu. Definitely during the Shadowlands Bullshit though. Thu is hopelessly holding onto this semblance of a relationship while watching Uinen slowly drift further and further away, and further into depravity. Leading Thu's mental state to just go spiralling down. I also think that the quieter verses vs. the desperate, screaming choruses are representative of their tendency to ignore their negative feelings and try to focus on what few positives there are, until their negative feelings are literally impossible to keep down any longer

"You would sleep with me, if you could do it comfortably. You're so sweet"

7. Westbound Sign by Green Day

To me, this is about Uinen leaving Suramar for the first time after the dome falls, and going on their first adventures into Azeroth with Thu! She's nervous but excited, and experiencing a wider world she never knew existed. And of course, leaving the city that has continually ostracized her, despite it being the only thing she's ever known.

"Is it salvation, or an escape from discontent?"

8. Happier by A Fine Frenzy

What do I even need to say about this song? It's just perfect. Uinen in Revendreth trying to slowly push Thu away, believing that they deserve more than someone as broken as himself. And despite Thu's protests, succeeding in doing so. The song is from Thu's POV as they watch Uinen grow colder and more distant.

"What a transformation to behold. But I don't like this new, I want the old."

9. The Horror of Our Love by Ludo

I typically assign this to Uinen's POV. It's just a song about a nasty codependent relationship, with the narrator believing themself to be significantly more depraved than the subject. Uinen has quite a fixation on the morbid, and believes themself to be sick ans basically A Twisted Fucking Cycle Path. And they think Thu is the exact opposite; pure, innocent, and their love to be akin to a predator hunting its prey. In reality, Thu is not pure or innocent like Uinen thinks, but it's this image of them that she has in her mind. I also took the title for the playlist, The Awful Edges, from this song.

"The awful edges of where you end and I begin"

10. Grand Hotel by Regina Spektor

My autistic ass has managed to make this entire song a metaphor about the Illidari/The Black Temple, so it's basically just Thu narrating their experiences there wrapped in layers of euphemism. It touches on the disdain for demon hunters that is held by the larger elven society, and the found family dynamic within the Illidari themselves. I honestly could write an entire post about this song alone so I'll leave it at that to spare you all

"That's where old devils danced and kissed and made their blood pacts in the ancient myths"

[itslenagain]

DREAMS

I want to smile at you over morning coffee when our hair is a mess and my makeup from the night before is stubbornly smeared on us both

I want to go to the beach together and help you chase your sunhat when the wind inevitably blows it off of your head

I want to drink cheap liquor with you and dance like I know what I'm doing (I don't)

I want to go home early from the party with you so we can take off our pants and eat ice cream on the couch and watch TV

I want to adopt all of the adorable cats and spoil them rotten with you

I want to smell all the books at an old library with you

I want to have dinner parties with fancy napkins and gourmet meals where we welcome our friends to be weird and wild and wear fake mustaches

I want to go on vacation to a really obscure place we thought would be cool but isn't

I want to brush your hair behind your ear and sigh because you're just so beautiful

I want to read your birth chart and see the positions of all the stars and planets when you were born so I know what a perfect sky looks like

I want to start kissing you at 11:59 on December 31st and at 12:01 tell you I can't believe we've been kissing for a whole year

I want to tell you all the (legally-allowed) gossip from work & listen to yours

I want to hear the way your breathing sounds when you're in a deep, peaceful sleep

I want to do a card reading for you that has us concocting wild conspiracies all night

I want to hold you when you cry over something that seems trivial to everyone else but that I know is everything to you

I want to say something incredibly embarrassing and listen to you laugh at me

I want to hold your hand in front of those weird Pride protesters while we blare fog horns over their bullshit rants

I want to glance back at you and wink while we navigate a busy sidewalk

I want to make you frustrated so that cute little wrinkle between your eyebrows appears and I can kiss it

I want to draw a protection sigil on your wrist while we're crammed in front of my altar to celebrate the moon in Scorpio

I want to tease you about how you accidentally said I was your mommy the first time you met my kid

I want to pick out weird outfits for each other at the thrift shop and invent personalities for the people who wore those clothes before us

I want to drive in the wrong direction so I get to spend more time with you in the car

I want to tell you about that wild dream I had once where my boss boiled a goldfish to death in the espresso machine

I want to ask you weird questions when you least expect me to (and you should too)

I want to look at the night sky with you and think about how incredible it is that, in all of that time and space, I found you

I want to take you to a restaurant and tell the server it's your birthday (it's not) so we can get that chocolate cake you like for free

I want to go to your book signing event and pretend to just be a really invested fan

I want to learn about your family's weird traditions and teach you some of mine

I want to know what you'd order at that coffee shop downtown that we talked about going to but never did

I want to proudly show you off to everyone I ever meet just because I'm so proud to be in your proximity

I want to learn about your interests so we can have passionate discussions about the things you like

I want to sing to you in my worst, most crackly voice while you roll your eyes

I want to make you orgasm so hard that you see constellations you've never heard of dance behind your eyelids

I want to get high with you and lay in the grass while we try to count the fireflies

I want to hug you in the waiting room and tell you it's going to be ok even if we don't know what's wrong but I know we can face it together and that means it'll be ok

I want to send you all the weirdest memes

I want to wear matching outfits somewhere and if people comment on it just look at them like they're seeing things

I want to keep adding songs to the playlist I made for you because I just can't get you off of my mind when I hear them

I want to text you while you're sitting on the couch next to me

I want to change the words in every love song to make it gay and also about us

I want to lose track of time and rush to get to the next place with you

I want to take you out to this spot I heard about and leave when we both decide it's not worth staying

I want to write beautiful, prose-filled vows that bring everyone to tears for the wedding, and dick jokes for the reception

I want to know all the things that make you smile so I can make you smile all the time

I want to understand you in a way that I don't really need to ask you to know what's on your mind

I want to cheer and clap and generally embarrass you a little (in the best way) whenever you do something big

I want you to feel loved every minute we get to spend together on this godforsaken planet that would rather see us miserable than happy

I want you to know how much your love has made me believe life is worth living

[poewritesgayshit]

yoyo!! that one bachikin introject again (🕶)

me and eclair constructed a little spofity playlist revolving around ur fic, and i think you'd like it B] (eclair added most of these)

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3LniDFJVTDAJHGT9jXpMIu?si=H8RSnGuhTFSVcyGShhsfGQ

hope u enjoy, lookin forward to that next chapter!!! -🕶

WHOOOOOAAAAA THIS IS SO COOL GUYS!!! THANK YOU!!!!! this was such a cool message to get while i was writing the latest chapter actually. i faved it but my spotify is like, suuuuper old aaauuuuu

im actually going to give you guys a preview because im so happy that you like it so much

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Augh… Distressed, Eclair tugged at her hair, half-expecting clumps of it to come out in her hands. Thankfully, her hair remained intact, but her hands came away a little greasy. She rinsed her head under the kitchen sink, and even squirted a little dish soap onto her fading hair, more blonde than green now.

She didn't usually put this much effort in before leaving the house, but this felt like a commitment. This felt like marriage. Not like it was, but… the seriousness of spending New Years' Eve with someone new tasted sweet on the tip of her tongue. Something blossomed from the tips of her toes to the feathery ends of her hair, something light and airy. After she rinsed out the rest of her “shampoo,” she flipped through her clothes.

The only cute dress that was clean enough was a solid pink dress that she hadn't worn since middle school. It was frilly, frou-frou, like Fukurou's two tiny pomeranians with their French manicured nails. So she figured she would improvise.

Sharpie-dyeing fabric wasn't exactly safe, but it was cheap. But after dyeing it black, it was still too girly. It was still long and lacy, with trailing sleeves. Luckily, Eclair could work some magic with fabric scissors.

She chopped the hem to around mid-thigh length, and removed the sleeves entirely. As she was tying some red ribbon in their place, she happened to glance at her phone. Oddly enough, she had three text messages from Bachikin.

She was curious. She opened up iMessage.

[Bachikin: I'll be heading over there as soon as Sigkin can wake Bessie from the dead, bachi]

[Bachikin: I'm outside]

[Bachikin: Where are you, bachi?]

Eclair freaked out as soon as she checked the timestamps. The last one was sent 20 minutes ago. She had no time to pack an overnight bag or even brush her teeth. She just stuffed her laptop in her backpack, pulled the half-finished, still-damp dress over her head, and BOOKED it out of there.

She half-expected them to have left at that point. When she saw Sigkin's car in the parking lot outside, parked next to her neighbors, she almost thought she would walk in on the two of them naked and tangled up together in the backseat. The reality ended up being neither.

Eclair approached the car to see Bachikin in the passenger's seat, with her head resting on Sigkin's shoulder. She was turned away from her, so that Eclair couldn't see her face. She could hear her voice, though. It sounded weary, despite the fact that she could only half-hear her, due to the thick glass of the windows.

“…truthfully, I wonder if anyone else wants me gone, bachi…”

Sigkin cleared his throat, but Bachikin didn't seem to pick up on what that meant. So he opened the driver's side door, a gesture that Eclair found odd.

“HEY, ECLAIR.” Sigkin raised his voice when he addressed her, despite the fact that the door was cracked.

“Wassup? Uh, do you want me to drive? I can't legally drive in most places here. I have like, 17 DUIs,” Eclair stated.

“Oh, right, the door. Nah, I opened it cause the windows don't work. Also, the key can electrocute you if you aren't wearing gloves, and these ones are mine.” He held up one rubber-gloved peace sign.

That's insane, Eclair thought. You're insane.

Out loud, she said, “Are we heading out right now or what?”

“Don't get in just yet,” Sigkin said. “This might take a while.”