#it took me 6 hours and two watchings of the movie to finish this please validate me

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Endless Summer || j.jk

~ Pairing: jock!Jungkook x nerd!reader

~ Genre: academic rivals to lovers , fluff, angst, smut, college au, slowburn

~ Summary: Summer vacation was right around the corner. Being in a program that required you at the beach every day was a big pro. After seeing Jeon Jungkook at the same beach as you everything was ruined. Jungkook was the school’s heartthrob. Girls throwing themselves at him left and right, going to parties every other day, and coming in and out of those parties with different girls. Not to mention he’s the biggest dick you’ve ever met. Avoiding him was in your best interest. His being there threw avoiding him out the window. Summer can’t be that bad. Right?

~ word count: 13.4k

~ Warnings: golden era!jk (yes this is a warning) oral (m & f receiving), doggy, dom!jk, sub!reader, dirty talk, unprotected sex (be smart), aftercare, so much fluff!

~ A/n: God, this is my first time writing ever!! I really hope this finds the right audience and readers please enjoy. i pray this doesn’t come off as a boring story pls pls show some support, it’d be soooo appreciated 🫶🏼🫶🏼! Happy reading!

~

For the past thirty minutes you sat staring at your suitcase still trying to figure out what the hell to pack for the next months. The program that you joined had asked everyone if they wanted to go on a trip for extra credit to work for the beach down by Busan for junior year. Not that you needed it, you had zero plans made for this summer.

Niki’s out of town visiting her family for the summer and Sohee’s out doing what Sohee does, probably out exploring abandoned places or getting high somewhere. Who knows? You decided to get up and start packing. You walked over to your closet to skim over your outfits and carefully picked out a few outfits for the next few months. After two hours of packing, your phone dings with a notification from Niki

Niki: omg can’t believe it’s summer already! have fun on your little trip down to Busan. If anything happens call or text me right away! Luv ya!

You smile down at your phone. You and Niki have been friends for years, you first met in your freshman year of high school. She taught you everything, from how to do your make-up and style your clothes and all that fun stuff. Funny how you both got into the same college and ended up sharing the same dorm. She’s gone around the campus having different guys in and out. You would say you guys are complete opposites. You would rather stay in and watch a movie or something instead of going out and partying with drunk college students and grinding my body against sweaty skin.

After finishing up the last of your packing you respond.

Me: heyyy, omg I know! The school year went by so fast, say hi to your mom n dad for me and give Nani kisses for me! And of course, you’ll always be the first to know everything! Luv u too! Enjoy your summer ♡

Putting your phone down, you check when you are supposed to leave and meet everyone at the train station. The ticket said 8:00 am. You set your alarm for tomorrow and get ready for bed. Checking your phone for the last time you turn the lights off and drift off to dreamland.

~

Waking up to your alarm clock blaring in your ear. It’s near 6:00 am, you get up and start getting ready. Walking into the bathroom you bring out your skin care routine. After finishing up and brushing your teeth, you go back to where your vanity is and start with your makeup.

Choosing what to wear was easy, you chose a simple outfit. An oversized black hoodie, black parachute cargos, and white gamma forces. You come out of your room to the living room and take your bag off the counter and get the rest of the bags for the trip. The drive to the train station took longer than expected. Traffic was horrible. The ride was said to be only about 30 minutes, you ended up getting there about an hour later.

After blasting music on the way there you had finally arrived, you see a few of your classmates from previous classes and walk up to say hi. “Yunjin!” You shouted her name, catching her attention.

She waves at you and starts making her way over. “Oh my god hey girl!” She goes in for a hug and starts talking about the next two months. “This is so exciting! I’ve been waiting for this trip for so long, I hope we get free time because I’m too exhausted from all those tests.” She says with low shoulders. Out of nowhere she gasps and turns to you “You’ll never fucking guess who I just saw” You look at her with a curious face “Who?” she leans in closer “Jeon Jungkook”. Your face had gone red. Hearing Jungkook’s name coming out of her mouth left you shocked. Not forgetting the history, you and the boy had.

It all started in junior high in the 7th grade. You had finished your final tests of the year, and the scores were finally out for everyone to see. As you walked up to the board, expecting to read your name first as it always is on top of the board. Standing behind a tall boy with dark raven hair you moved to the side to peek at the score you had got.

Before you could even take a glance at the highest score the boy yells close to your ear. He jumps in the air and says “LETS FUCKING GO” he turns around and notices you, he looks you in the eye before walking away. You go up to the board and look for your name. Right above your name is Jeon Jungkook.

You couldn’t believe your eyes that he out of all people managed to score above you. You glare at him and say “Hey! Did you cheat?! There’s no way you have the highest score after me when you couldn’t even place last year!” He scoffs at you and looks at you with narrowed eyes “I’ve earned that spot being last doesn’t feel good right? Stop being such a conceited bitch and learn how to share the board. Accept you're not the smartest in the school” he snares and walks away. You had felt a surge of anger towards that day and couldn’t stand to be around him for the rest of your life. You promised yourself to avoid any contact with Jeon Jungkook and to make sure he never topped you again.

After staring at him for atleast five minutes you snap out of your thoughts. Looking over at Yunjin you say “What is he doing here? I’ve never seen him attend any of the meetings or give any interest in the program” she looks back at you after looking at him “Yeah, he and Yuno are close friends. I guess he brought it up to him and took it upon himself to ask Jungkook to the trip” she shrugs. You glance over at him again and see him talking to Yuno. You never noticed his pretty features. You hadn't seen him since you bumped into him at the café all those months ago. His hair got longer, he has more piercings, and a lot more tattoos on his right arm. Has he always looked this good?

No, thinking like this is wrong. You needed to remember all the cruel names he called you. You decided to look away after hearing the announcements on the speaker. “Train number 7 now boarding.” is heard. Going to grab your things a hand is placed on top of one of yours. You look up and you're met with those same eyes that looked at you with hate.

“You need help with that?” he smiles at you “No thanks I got it”. You quickly take the bag from his hand and board the train. Luckily, you had moved quickly enough so you could get a shared booth with Yunjin. You place your bags in the overhead compartment and get settled. It would take you about 3 hours to get there. Now settled in your seat you lay back with your head resting on the head rest and blast your music. Just as you became relaxed you felt your hoodie become wet with liquid.

“Oh shit, my bad” he says

You look up at the voice. Of course, it’s him. Jungkook looks up at you and rolls his eyes.

“Nice going dumbass” you say under your breath.

Yunjin grabs tissue from her purse to help and says “God, what the hell is his problem? He really had the audacity to walk away and not even apologies.” she said.

After heading to the washroom and putting on an extra T-shirt you had in your bag you walk back to your seat but not before you look up to see Jungkook, watching as you walk past him, you turn your head forward and sit back into your seat. This is going to be a long ride.

~

Arriving at the dorms was a hassle. Taking everyone's stuff off the train was a breeze but sorting everybody into two buses was more difficult than it should have been. Surprisingly enough you and Yunjin ended up sharing a bigger dorm with two other girls, Irene and Jini. You and Irene shared the same economics class and Jini had recently signed up for this program.

You walked around the building and noticed a pool and a hot tub placed in the back. The kitchen area was big enough for atleast fifteen people. Walking back to the common area, everyone went their own ways into their rooms and decided to meet up around one for lunch. After opening the door to your home for the next two months, you were met with the most beautiful window view. Looking out to the beach you could see the waves crashing against the shore and people enjoying their time with their families and loved ones.

After taking in the view, you walked over to your bag to pick an outfit out for lunch. You lift up one of the outfits you had picked out while packing. Touching up your makeup and getting your shoes on, you all leave to head down to meet everyone in the common area. As you walked out of your dorm, you were (yet again) met with the sight of Jungkook as you looked at each other. His dorm is right across from yours. Great! You had thought, this summer couldn’t get any worse. He looks at you up and down, smirks and walks away.

~

You walk down the stairs to see a few people waiting. As you were waiting, you met up with Irene and Jini, Yunjin was still getting ready as were a few other people. Looking around the room you catch Jungkook taking a glimpse of you with his hands in his pockets. He wore a fitted T-shirt with his arm full of tattoos on display along with cargo pants. You make eye contact with him for several seconds before looking away to find Yunjin.

Finally, everyone in count went into separate cars and explored what the city had in store for them. Busan was a big city; there was so much to do. An option you had was to look around for places you could eat at while you spent your time there. You decided to walk around and look at the stores. A small old lady had her hand out waving you over to her stand. “I have a beautiful bracelet that has your name written all over it,” she said.

“It’s really pretty but I'm not looking to buy anything right now” you kindly declined her offer

“Please have it for free, it compliments you so well” she raises her hand with the bracelet

It was decorated in white shells and blue starfish charms. You took the bracelet from her hand, and you thanked her. Finished figuring out where to settle you chose a restaurant that wasn’t far from where the car was parked.

Finding a table wasn’t difficult. The place wasn’t packed besides a few of the other students that chose the same spot were empty. The empty space was filled with the noise of the bell at the top of the door, you look up to see where the noise had come from and that’s when you see Jungkook. He stood there with Yuno and the rest of his other friends. He goes to sit at a table near yours.

You made eye contact, and he scoffed. You roll your eyes at him, and he speaks up

“Are you following me or something? You seem to be everywhere I am.”

You glare at him “Are you sure it's not the opposite? Every time I look up you happen to be where I am every single time”

He looks at you like you're mental “I think someone’s a little stalker we chose this place before you guys walked in” he sneered at you.

You look up to him and cross your arms, “I think the one obsessed is you, every damn time I look up there you are literally staring into my soul, what the fuck is your problem.”

“No problem here like you said I just happen to be here when you are” he shrugs

“Asshole” you mumble

Walking back to your table you feel his stare burning into the back of your head.

When you excuse yourself to the bathroom you couldn’t help but look up at Jungkook. He was laughing with his friends with his hands on his lap; manspreading. “God, damn it does he have to be so fine” You mumble under your breath

After freshening up you walk back to the table, and you see a girl next to him. She’s touching on his tattooed arm and giggling at what he said. You felt this weird sensation in your stomach. Was it jealousy? No way, but he can’t possibly be that funny she’s holding her stomach.

Walking back to the girls and sitting back down. Irene notices something off about your mood.

“Hey, are you okay?” Irene placed a hand on your back.

“You look a little red” You take your phone out to check your face. You needed to calm down.

“Oh, it’s just getting a little hot in here is all.” She gives you a soft smile and nods her head

After lunch was over, you decided to take a walk around the city to look around and find something to do to pass the time. Jini had found a photo booth near one of the stands selling handmade pictures “Guys!” she exclaimed “Let’s take some pictures!” Ten poses later, Yunjin found a bakery and got something to snack on while you looked around. After waiting for Yunjin and Jini you all decided to hang out and look at the scenery.

~

Walking back to the dorms it was sunset hour. The walk back to the dorms was breathtaking. The sun was setting low over the horizon, and the sounds of the waves crashing were soothing. When you got back to the dorms everyone filed to their rooms to relax and figure out the plan for what to do for dinner. You ended up texting Niki and telling her about today.

Me: Omg Niki, today was our first day of the beach program. We went out and explored Busan. It’s so beautiful over here I wish you could see for yourself.

Me: But you’ll never guess who I’m spending the next two months with

I wait for her to respond. It only takes a couple seconds until I see the three grey dots pop up on my screen.

Niki: Aww I miss you so much we should take a girl's trip soon! But pleaseeee tell me it’s not who I think it is

Me: Jeon Jungkook

Niki: NO YOURE LYING

You chuckle at her response

Me: I’m being serious

Niki: I thought he was stupid and didn’t show up to the meetings how did he know about this trip?

Me: Supposedly he’s friends with Yuno’s group and Yuno told him about the trip.

Waiting another few seconds until the three dots appear again.

Niki: Of course, he’s friends with them they all fuck around especially Jungkook

Me: You’re right, I should’ve known they were friends. Anyways I gotta get ready for dinner soon, I’ll update you if anything else happens.

This time she takes a few minutes

Niki: Alrighty! Enjoy your dinner and you BETTER tell me everything! I love you and stay safe!

You smile at her last text. Putting your phone down you start to get ready for tonight. The mentor wanted everyone to have dinner together so they could discuss the plans for tomorrow. Deciding to take a shower to wash off the sweat from today’s adventures and redo your makeup in a different style. You curled your hair and chose different shoes, deciding to go with low pumps to make walking around easier. The dress you had picked out was a simple little summer dress with small flowers decorated all over.

~

Walking downstairs you see Jungkook with Eunwoo talking. He’s cladded with a black blazer with a white shirt underneath paired with black dress pants and white shoes. In all honesty he looked handsome tonight. His hair is slicked back and he's wearing a chain around his neck with rings on his fingers.

As you make your way down the stairs, he looks up from Eunwoo to you. He looks back down and finishes his conversation with a smile.

“He looks like he’s about to eat you alive. I don’t blame him; you look so good” Yunjin says

You smile at her and compliment her back “Oh my God, are you kidding? You took my breath away the second you walked out of the room; I love your makeup” you say giggling. The mentor comes up and introduces himself when everyone seems to be present.

“Hello everyone, my name is Mr. Kwan I will be in charge of everything that goes on around here and I will be announcing our activities for the next month or so.”

You look around and your eyes land on Jungkook. He’s standing next to Yuno now with his arms crossed. He must have felt your stare because he turned his head towards you and then to the floor. You can make out a faint smirk on his lip. You look away with a confused expression and take your phone out to check if you have something on your face. Not seeing anything you shake it off and turn your attention to Mr. Kwan

“Tomorrow is when we start your tasks. I will assign each of you to a job and that’s the task you must do for that week, every other week each group will switch tasks. You will get to have a day off as a break. Do I make myself clear?” Mr. Kwan says.

There's a mix of yeses and head shakes. He takes out a clip board and tells us what to do next. “Okay, I have two boards with the list of names, please take turns finding your name on either one of these” He places them down on a table and asks, “Any questions?” One of the many students, Vernon, raised his hand and asked, “Can we go out after hours?”

“No, everyone should be in their rooms with lights off, no sneaking out or bringing outside guest” As you walk over to the beach cleanup board and find your name nowhere to be seen. Finally walking to lifeguard duty, there your name was. But right under it say. Jeon Jungkook.

This means you’d have to spend the next two months in the presence of Jungkook. Shaking your head, you turn around back to Yunjin to figure out what she had gotten. But instead, you're met with a firm chest. Looking up to meet the face of the person you see him; he has his hands on your elbows to stabilize me.

“Watch where you’re going.” he says with furrowed brows.

He lets go of you and walks over to the clip boards. You hear him chuckle.

“What’s so funny?” You asked him.

He turns around to face me and says, “I have to spend my days at the beach with you? For two months? I’m going to die if I even spend another minute with you.” he shakes his head pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Yeah, well I’m not so fond of you either Jeon. So, stop bitching about it, I’m not excited about it either” with that I roll my eyes and walk away.

~

At the restaurant everyone picked their own tables. You see Jungkook a few more tables down from where you’re sat, thank God. You took your seat next to Yunjin and talked about the events for the upcoming week.

“What did you get for this week?” I asked her.

“I have clean up duty. I heard the weather’s supposed to be nice so I’m not too worried” You clear your throat and sit up in your seat. “I have lifeguard duty and guess who I’m with.” You look over to Jungkook and he has a grin on his face with his arms crossed and his head tilted down.

“Oh no.” she says placing a hand on your arm

“I have to spend the next two months with him every single day. I don’t know how I’ll survive” you say rubbing your head.

~

Nearing the end of the dinner everyone gets up to leave and go back to the dorms. The restaurant was only a few minutes away, so some decided to walk. Those ‘some’ being you and your group, Jungkook and his, and a couple of other students. As you’re walking, you see Jungkook walking aside Yuno.

He has his hands in his pocket and he’s looking out at the beach. It looked beautiful tonight, the moon lit up the sand and the stars were beaming. Not looking at where you were stepping, you had tripped over your feet and waited to hit the floor. But you never made contact.

Instead, you feel a strong set of arms around your waist, and when you open your eyes; you see Jungkook looking down at you. You stayed still for a few seconds before he lifted you back up. His hold tight around you tight

“Be careful, idiot” he said before letting go

I stared at him. You had question why he didn’t just stand there and let you fall. He turned around to catch up with his friends and continued to walk back to the dorms like nothing happened

~

Back at the dorms everyone goes to their respected rooms and gets ready for bed. As Irene went to turn off the light, she heard a knock on the door. You get up from the bed and check to see who it is. When you open the door and you’re met with Jungkook and Yuno. Yuno speaks up and says, “Were going out, if you wanna join us you can.” Irene and Jini walk up to me

“Who’s at the door” Irene and Yuno meet eyes. He smiles at her.

“Um, were just gonna go out and hang, I was just saying that guys can come and join us if you want.”

“Uh yeah sure” she says.

“Alright, cool meet you guys down there in a few” You go to look up at him, but Jungkook had already had his eyes on you looking you up and down smiling. That’s when you realized you’re in a Hello Kitty pajama set. Looking down you quickly push past Irene and Jini.

Yunjin was fast asleep already, quietly making your way to the bathroom to get the stuff you need and change out of your clothes. You end up wearing a plain gray T-shirt with black baggy sweats

Finally done putting makeup on, only putting on some light foundation and lip gloss, you put on some white sneakers and start to head out with the girls. Closing the door softly, you walk out and see Jungkook with his arms crossed and back against the wall next to his door. He looks up and says, “Where are your Hello Kitty pajamas?” he chuckles. you stopped to glare at him and walk away. Before you could reach the first step, you felt his grip on my arm.

“Aren’t you scared were gonna get caught little miss goody two shoes” he raised his eyebrows.

“Go away, I’m only going out because YOUR friend invited us, and all my other friends are going out with you guys. I don’t want to be stuck in the dorm not doing anything.”

“And don’t judge my Hello Kitty pj’s I saw the big ass plush sitting on your bed when I went to go downstairs earlier”

He stops for a minute as he watches you ascend down the stairs. Hearing his loud footsteps following close behind you. Reaching the bottom of the stairs you see your friends waiting for you.

“What took you so long?” Jini asked

“Ask him” you point at Jungkook

“So where are we going?” you asked

“There’s a bonfire my friend is hosting. There’s gonna be so much we can do, I can’t stay in that tiny ass dorm all day” Yuno exclaimed. As you’re walking to the beach you feel someone walking next to you. Jungkook looks straight ahead as you make your way down to the bonfire. His hair is still damp from the shower he took, he’s wearing a gray crewneck with black shorts. His hands in his pocket he speaks up “Why are you on this trip?”

“I could be asking you the same thing. I haven’t seen you at a single meeting yet now all of a sudden, you’re interested?”

“Oh? So you pay attention to me now?” he looks down smiling

“No, it’s just that you never cared or even bothered listening to what anyone said about this program so now do you feel the need to participate in it?”

He looks everywhere but you.

“I don’t know, I heard someone was going to be here and decided fuck it and signed up.” he shrugs with his hands behind his back. You look up at him with a curious look on your face. As you were about to speak up you hear Yuno’s voice

“Yo, JK we could use a little help over here”

Jungkook looks back at you and says “Gotta go, don’t go tripping when I’m not here to catch you” he winks at you

He runs down to help the guys and you’re left confused.

~

Everyone was surrounded by the fire, drinking, and having a good time. Jungkook is across from where you’re sitting and he’s laughing about something his friend said. He looks up and meets your eyes and you quickly turn your head to look away. From the corner of your eye, Jungkook stands up to walk to the cooler next to him. He picks up a cool beer and makes his way over to you. He hands you the beer and sits next to you.

“How do you like it so far?” he asked

“Why are you being nice to me? You acted like you hated me the whole day” your eyebrows furrowed

“What are you talking about?”

“You know what it’s getting late, and I don’t have time to deal with you right now”

He stands up as the same time as you and grabs your arm “Wait”, you stop and look at him

“At least let me walk you back to the dorms”

Hesitantly agreeing, he lets go of your arm and you both make your way back to the rooms.

~

It’s the first day of your tasks. Everybody separates into different cars. The beach you’re working at is only a 30-minute drive. All the seats are taken except for the one next to the person you prayed you wouldn’t have to see until you got to the beach. Jungkook looked at you and looked down on his lap. You finally went to sit down next to him. You put your earphones in and blast your music so you wouldn’t have to hear him talk.

You wake up with your head heavy against something. When you open your eyes and feel Jungkook’s head on top of yours and your cheek against his shoulder. Immediately you raise your head –waking him up in the process- and hop out of the car.

Taking in a deep breath you walk over to the ledge of the hill the cars parked at and look over the edge. You close your eyes for a moment to take in the salty air of the sea. The wind is blowing your hair out of your face. Little did you know Jungkook was staring at you; admiring the way you looked so relaxed. After a few more seconds you turn your head and walk over to the car to grab your stuff

You already had your swimsuit on under an oversized T-shirt and some shorts. It was an open back black one piece you had bought the day prior to coming on the trip. You carry your bag down the sand but feel it lift off your shoulder. You look up and see Jungkook carry it all the way down to your stations.

“Okay everyone, listen up” Mr. Kwan yelled

“I have assigned everyone a partner to work with for the next week, please come up to me and tell me your name”

As you walk up to Mr. Kim you tell him your name and he tells you who he paired you with. Surprise again you’re with Jungkook. He calls him over and tells him what he told you. Jungkook looks down at you and you look up at him. He smirks and walks back to where he set your things. Following behind him you unpack your things.

You grab your sunscreen, squeeze a dollop into your hand, and you rub it all over your body; starting on your front. Jungkook stands next to you as he takes his shirt off, showing off his body. You stare up at him and admire him for just a second. He looks down and catches your eyes

“Are you staring at me?” he chuckled

Looking away quickly you say “No, I wasn’t”

“Sure, whatever you say, you need help with that?” he says as he points to you struggling to get your back.

“Yes, please” going to hand him the bottle he squeezed some on to his hand and moves your hair to the side. He glides his hand across the span of your back. He starts at your shoulders and works his way down to the middle of your back. His hands moving slowly, getting closer to your lower back.

You clear your throat, and his hands are to himself now. You lay your hair in it’s original spot and you stand to look at the beach full of people. It was only 9:00 in the morning yet the beach was packed. Walking over to your stand you climb the steps and take a seat. Jungkook walks over next to the stand, and he has a floaty in his hand. A couple of minutes pass by in silence before he speaks up.

“When do you want to switch spots?”

“When we see someone drowning”

He sighs and sits down.

~

After nearly an hour later a group of girls walk up to him, and they giggle as loud as they can staring at him. He looks up at the noise and stares at them. “Excuse me?” one of the girls says “Yes?” she extends her arm out “Do you mind taking a picture of us?” Jungkook grabs her phone and angles it. “One, two, three” he takes the picture. The girl reaches for her phone and pauses to look at him.

“Hey, are you free tonight?” she asked him

Watching the interaction between the two you roll your eyes. What you don’t notice is that Jungkook looks up at you and back down to the girl

“Uhm, no actually, I do have plans for tonight sorry.” He rejects her offers and hands her phone back to her.

She has a disappointed look on her face and a sad smile plastered on her face. “It’s okay, I hope you have a good rest of your day”. With that she walks away.

Now at the end of the day and the sun getting lower, you and Jungkook switched spots through half of it. Taking turns every so often. He would try to make small talk, but you always managed to find a way around it. He looks up at you and calls your name

“You wanna jump into the water real quick” he says as he watches you make your down from the booth.

“No thanks, I wasn’t planning on getting wet unless I needed to.”

“Oh c’mon just real fast. The weather is nice around this time” he begged

“Jungkook I sai-”

Before you can finish your sentence, your body is being carried over his shoulders. You throw soft punches at his back and yell at him.

“Jungkook put me down! I’m not playing with you right now!” you screamed in his ear.

He ignores you and laughs loudly. His feet meet the water, once he's deep enough into the ocean he plunges you till you're soaked.

Emerging from the water you pull your hands back over your hair. Jungkook stops and stares at you. Admiring your beauty, when you catch him staring, he doesn’t look away this time. This time he stares into your eyes. It’s that has to look away.

“What?” you said

“Nothing” he clears his throat and looks down at the water

“We should probably head back to the car. The sun is starting to set”

You nod quietly and make your way to the shore. After one last glance at Jungkook, you walk over your things.

The walk back to the car was silent. He offered to carry your bags for you. You had rejected his offers repeatedly, but he insisted on carrying them up the steep hill back up. The way back was anything but smooth. The road was bumpy which ended with you and Jungkook bumping arms after every bump, it was summer which meant humid air. Your skin is slick with sweat. Wishing you were back to the dorms so you could soak in the hot tub.

~

When everyone got back to the hotel Mr. Kwan let everyone roam freely. You decided to head upstairs to your room to relax before going to the backyard spot of the building. When you open the room, you’re met with Yunjin and Irene.

“God, the sun has me so exhausted I could crash right now.” you said as you lay on your bed, body spread into a star fish.

“I know, who knew the beach would be full of that much trash” Yunjin complained

“Atleast we get to switch off, so we feel as equally as drained” you told her

“Yeah, lifeguarding was so easy. All we did was sat there in the sun and waited for someone who needed help in the water” Irene added

“Well lucky you guys, I literally took laps around the whole beach and still managed to find a piece of trash in the place I was already in.” Yunjin rolled her eyes playfully

“Well if you guys aren’t tired, you wanna join me in the backyard area?”

“No, you guys go ahead. I think I’m just gonna crash after I clean myself up. My body’s gonna be so sore tomorrow” she complained

“Yeah, I was planning on walking into the city and look for more things we can do while were here” Irene said

Looks like it was just you tonight.

~

When you woke up from your nap you looked at the clock and it read 8:00 pm. It was much later than you anticipated it to be. You get up from your bed and walk over to the bathroom. Turning on the sink you splash some water onto your face to wake yourself up a little more. You walk over to your drawer and pick out one of the bikinis you have packed.

It was a simple black two piece with bows on both sides of the hip. Covering your body up with only a T-shirt you make your way downstairs with a towel in hand and slippers on your feet. You open the gate and walk past the pool area to get to the hot tub. Before you left you grabbed a small speaker you planned on bringing and placed it next to the table near you. Playing calm music, you sink down into the water and relax your muscles.

It’s not a few minutes later you hear the gate crack open. You open your eyes and your met with the sight of Jungkook. He hadn’t put a shirt on before coming down there. His abs were out for display, his tattoos pretty as ever in the moonlight. His biceps are so visible that you almost faint. He looks to see where the music was coming from and catches sight of you in your bikini. Shirt thrown over the table with the speaker close to you. He walks over to you.

“Hi” he says lowly he stands behind you and his arms are leaning against the edge of the hot tub. His face hovering over yours. Your breath hitches as you realize how close he is.

“Hi’ you say quietly.

He moves so he can climb into the pool with you. Jungkook sits on the opposite side of you and relaxes in the water as you did. After a beat of silence, he speaks up

“I haven’t properly talked to you since” he pauses

“Ever actually”

You scoff and turn your head to the side in disbelief

“Yeah, I wonder why”

“Do you really hate me that much? All of that happened years ago, why can’t you just let it go?”

“Jungkook you called me names and you made me miserable. Not having those top grades; I would be punished so harshly because I wasn’t smart enough for my parents. I still hate you to this day because you never realized how much hurt you put me through?! There were so many times I've overheard you talk so lowly about me. Jungkook we didn't even know each other!"

"So, to answer your question, yes, I do hate you. Stop trying to talk to me out of the blue and act like we're friends because we're not. Leave me alone" Before you can get up to leave you feel his grasp tight around your wrist.

"Hey, look, I'm sorry. Okay? I'm sorry I did all of that. But cut me some slack, I was failing and I finally got my shit together until you came in with your perfect grades and knocked me down. But like I just said this is all in the past. Can you please forget it?" he pleads

You pause for a moment, were you overreacting? Possibly. But you will never forget the cruel words he spoke about you. One last look over at him and you retreat back to your dorm.

~

It’s been a week since your last encounter with Jungkook. He hasn’t made any moves to try and talk to you. Your group was now doing trash pick-up around the beach. It was supposed to be hotter than the week before now that it’s getting later into the summer.

As you were walking around the beach to do your task you had a slight feeling of dizziness, but you decided to ignore it. You brushed it off as a headache due to skipping lunch and only having water. It was then that you realized that wasn’t the case because before you could lean back up from picking up a piece of trash you stumble back. Jungkook notices this and quickly runs over to you.

He stood behind you support you with his arm wrapped around your neck.

“Are you okay? You look pale, do you need water? Or I brought a few snacks in my bag before we left, do you want me to grab one for you?” he said quickly laying you down on the sand.

“Water is fine, thank you”

He walks over to his bag to give you his water bottle he drank from earlier. You quickly took a few gulps and retracted it from your lips. Jungkook looks down at you with a worried look.

“Look, I’m fine just give me a few minutes and I’ll be up good as new.”

“No, just stay here there isn’t that much left to be picked up. Stay in the shade until I come back. I won’t be too long” He walks away to finish your tasks with gloves over his hands also with a bag, and a trash scoop.

It’s minutes later that he’s back kneeling in front of you check how you were feeling.

“You don’t look so pale anymore. We should be done for today; the sun is already starting to set, and we should be heading back now.” he says as he looks at you.

He turns his back still in a kneeling position and you look at him confused.

“What are you doing?”

“Get on my back. You’re too tired to walk up the hill, I don’t want you passing out.”

“I’m not gonna pass out Jungkook. Stop being so dramatic” you say in an annoyed voice.

“Just get on my back” he demands.

You sigh and hop on his back like he asked. He had his bag swung around to the front of his body. He stands up and carries you like you weigh nothing. After reaching the top of the hill he sets you down and you thank him quietly. You both walk back to the car where everyone else is and drive back to the dorms.

~

As you and Jini were done putting on your face masks you hear and sudden knock on the door. When you open the door, you’re face to face with Jungkook. He looks up to see your bare face. It takes him a minute to get his words out

“My friends and I were gonna head out to get some drinks if you wanna join us”

You look at him with astonishment. Thinking back to your conversation from a week ago. Before you could decide against it Jini walks up to the door.

“Hey, Jungkook. Why are you over here so late? Shouldn’t you be in your dorm?” she asked

“Uh, yeah, I am but I was just asking if you guys wanted to come out with us tonight. Were just going out for drinks at this club I found not too far from here.”

“Oh sure! We’d love to go!” she says as she looks at you

You sigh and smile at her.

“Okay great come down whenever you're ready and meet us in the common area.” he says before walking away back into his room.

After you close the door, you walk over to the other girls and ask them if they wanted to go out with you.

“Oh yeah! Sure, we haven’t been out drinking in a while. And it’s nice to get out and away from the program and the dorms for a little bit.” Irene replied

“Yesss, I need to get out. I’ve been couped up in this building for far too long.”

Now with everyone’s agreement you all get dressed pretty for your night out. Grabbing a dress, you took out a SKIMS black dress that fitted you perfectly. You threw a cropped leather jacket with it and black heels. Your neck was decorated with a small chain, and you put your hoops on. The makeup look you went for was light. It consisted of eyeliner, mascara, and natural colored lipstick.

Once everyone was dressed you all headed downstairs to meet up with the guys. As you landed on the last step you look up at everyone. More specifically Jungkook. He had on a black jacket with black cargo pants. He also had chucky sneakers to go along with it. His ears were clad with multiple earrings, and you look down to his lip and see his lip piercing. He looked extremely good for tonight. He makes his way over to you.

“Are you guys ready?” he asked everyone, but his eyes stayed on you.

Yuno had ordered an Uber to drive to the club everyone jumped into the car and that left you sitting next to Yunjin. Jungkook was sitting by the window with Jini in between him and Eunwoo. Yuno and Irene had to order a seperate car because they wouldn’t fit into the car you were all in.

~

At the club there seemed to be a long line. Eunwoo knew a quicker way in and you followed behind him. You entered from the back way, where no one else could see you.

“Why don’t you guys go find a seat. We’ll get the drinks for you” Jungkook yelled over the music so you could hear better.

“Okay” you yelled back as you looked around for a big table.

The room was filled with strobing lights and heavy-based music. The dance floor was full of sweaty bodies. The air around you was humid "I feel so suffocated in here" you said aloud

" You wanna go outside for a minute" Jungkook came up beside you and placed a hand on your back.

"No, it's fine I'll get used to it" you smile at him.

The boys came back with your drinks and set them down in front of you. They had bought multiple shots and took them one by one.

Once you all had a decent amount of alcohol in your system you moved to the dance floor. Irene led everyone as they all followed behind. Jungkook was closest to you. He tried his hardest to keep his hands to himself, but you were making it difficult.

Your hips move to the beat of the song. He watched as you dance like you didn’t give a damn about anything. He smiled as he watched you in your own world. Jungkook starts to dance along with you, and you turn around and move with him. His hands now on your waist as you put your hands around his neck. His hands moved down to clasp around your lower back. He leans his head forward so it’s now resting against yours. You look up into his eyes and then down to his lips. You lean in closer, and then you're interrupted.

“You mind if I cut in?” a random man from the crowd asks

You now feel uncomfortable as you let go of him. He walks in front of you and stands protectively with one hand on your arm. Jungkook looks at the guy and his jaw clenches.

“Look man were just trying to relax and have fun. Leave us alone” he defends. You look down and see his hands clutched into a fist.

“I came out to have some fun too.” You turn your head towards the man

“And it looks like she’s getting a little bored” he laughs

“She’s fine, look if you don’t get the fuck out of here there gonna be a fucking problem” Jungkook yells.

The man starts to walk closer and extends his hands up to you. You clutch the back of Jungkook’s jacket tightly. He moves forward and swings at the man.

“What did I tell you. Get the hell out before I knock the shit out of you.” he yelled.

“Jungkook stop, let’s go” you grab his arm and try to pull him away.

Before you can move him away the man stands back up and tries to hit him before he can dodge it. He moves a little too slow and gets punched. He looks down to his hand and sees red cover his fingertips. Jungkook goes in for another swing and knocks him to the floor.

“Jungkook!! Stop it, just leave it alone so we can go” He looks up at you and turns away. You walk back to the table to collect your things so you can leave the club. You reminded yourself to text the others to let them know that you left. Jungkook sits on the curb, and you kneel in front of him. You pull out a tissue from your purse and put it up to his nose. After a beat of silence, you were the first to speak up.

“You know, I think I hate you a little less now” you say with a smile

He looks up at you and chuckles

“Thank you, for doing that. I don’t know what I would’ve done. And I’m sorry you got hit”

“Don’t mention it. As long as you’re okay, then I’m good” he says.

You smile to the floor and decide to order an uber so you could go back to the dorms

As you’re about to walk into your door you turn around and stop Jungkook before he could enter his room

“Jungkook, thank you again. I had fun tonight, minus the fight” you giggle

“I’m glad you did, goodnight” he smiles

“Goodnight Jungkook”

~

You’re back on lifeguard duty this week. It’s a bunch more calm than the first week of lifeguarding. Instead of sitting and switching spots for hours and not doing anything, you were able to roam around. As you were sitting on the chair you spoke up

“Hey, are you thirsty? I was gonna walk over to that hut to get something to drink” you point into the diretion of the stall.

“Nah, I’m good, thank you.”

Standing to walk away, Jungkook can’t stop thinking about that night as he watches you make your way. He couldn’t stop thinking about the way you had your arms around. And how you trusted him to protect you. How close your lips were before that guy interrupted. He shakes his head from his thoughts and thinks about something else.

When you walk up to the stall you order a lemonade. You pay the man and wait for your drink. Looking around to see if anybody else was around, you see a guy. He’s about your age and much taller than you. He notices you looking at him and you turn your head back to the bar. From the corner of your eye you see him make his way towards you.

“Hey” he said as he tries to catch your attention. You turn your head towards him and greet him back.

“Hi” you smile at him

“Are you around here? I’ve never seen you before”

“Ah no, I’m not, I’m here for a program I volunteered for. I’m a lifeguard.” you told him

“Oh really? That seems like fun, I’m Kai by the way”

You tell him your name “It may seem like fun, but really all I do is sit and watch the people enjoy their time as I bake in the sun.”

He laughs at that. He clears his throat and speaks again

“Um, my friends and I are playing volleyball further down the beach. If you want to you can join us?”

Before you could answer Jungkook comes behind you and puts a hand around your waist. You look down to his hand up to him. He’s wearing his sunglasses over his head.

“Actually we have to get back to our dorm after our shift. We’re a bit busy at the moment.” he says with a smile on his face.

Kai looks at him with a surprised expression on his face. He looks down to you, you aswell have a look of confusion plastered across your face. Kai looks down and chuckles.

“Alright, sorry for asking.” with that he walks away his ego a little bruised.

“What the hell are you doing?” you look up at Jungkook.

“I was getting thirsty. And you were taking forever so I wanted to check on you.” he shrugs.

“You didn’t need to check up on me. I was fine” you roll your eyes at him

“Plus he was cute. I was so close to getting his number”

After hearing you say that Jungkook’s jaw clenches. He absolutely hates that he feels this way right now. Deciding to brush it off you both make your way back to your spot. Getting closer to the end of your shift. You start to pack your things as the beach dies down.

~

Back at the dorms Mr. Kwan decided to gather everyone for dinner to celebrate your hard work for the past month. Once you and Jungkook make it back he helps you take your things out of the car and follows you up to your room.

When you turn your back to him he waits for you to unlock the door; “Thank you” you say to him. He hands you your bags and stops for a minute. The air is stuffy around you. You wait for him to speak up and say something. But his lips never move.

Before you know it, his face is leaned over yours, and your lips are over his.

The kiss is soft. Your heart is beating out of your chest, and you need to stop to catch your breath. Parting from his lips you look up into his eyes, noses touching; he takes a deep breath before walking away to his room, leaving you dazed and speechless; not knowing what to do you stand there and try to comprehend what had just happened.

Yunjin is on the other side of the door when you walk in. She looks up at you. “What happened?” she asked. You unintentionally ignore her and walk to the bathroom. Your face is burning with rosy cheeks. You replay the kiss in your head. It was completely out of the blue and caught you off guard. How were you supposed to act normal the next time you saw him. The dinner was in less than 3 hours. With all the extra time you decide to get ready and drift your mind elsewhere.

~

After everyone had finished getting ready. When you and Irene make it down the stairs Irene heads straight to Yuno. The night of the club you never heard her come back to the dorm. You suspected she had spent the night with him. She had her arms around his waist looking at him with hearts in her eyes.

Now by yourself you look around for any of your friends. You see Jungkook; he looks at you, but he doesn’t do anything. He meets you eye and looks away to his friend. The feeling you felt in your chest was confusion, anger, and a little hurt. How could he kiss you like that and act like it didn’t happened? Turning your body to find Yunjin; she walks down the stairs and her face lights up when she spots you.

“Okay, are you ever gonna tell me what the hell happened before you walked through our door or what. Your face was so red.” she asked curiously

“I’ll tell you later, I don’t want to think about it right now”

She looks at you with a worried look and shakes her head. Everyone gets into a car and the driver drives to the restaurant.

~

Once all the students were seated, Mr. Kwan raises his glass and clinks it with the back of a butter knife. “I would like to praise you all for working so hard for this past month” he says enthusiastically. He raises his voice an octave higher “With all your hard work I would like to give you the last 3 weeks of this month free, please relax, enjoy yourseleves, and have fun. You all earned it” he announces. A bunch of chattering is heard all around. “Now, please enjoy your dinners”

From across the room you see Jungkook laughing and chatting with his friends. Looking at him made you feel this sense of anger. Why are you mad at him when you hate his guts? Why are you did you feel that way when he had his soft lips over yours? Why were you feeling those emotions when you saw that girl flirt with him down at the beach? Why are you feeling all these things about him now?

Why

Why

Why?

All of these questions spiraling through your head like a mantra. Not taking the overthinking you walk out the resturaunt to get some fresh air. When you walk past his table he sees you walk to the exit. Jungkook excuse himself from his friends; he stands and walks into the direction you took.

He looks through the glass door and sees you pacing with your hands on your hip and a hand in your hair. You turn to the sound of the door opening. Jungkook stood there and walked closer to you. But, you take a step back.

“What was that” you ask him.

“What was what?” he has a confused look on his face

“Why are you playing dumb?! You’re just gonna act like you never kissed me and... and I wouldn’t do anything about it?” you exclaimed at him. Your emotions were all over the place. You had no idea how to handle them

He says your name quietly “It was just a stupid kiss, no big deal”

Suddenly, you felt a burning sensation in the back of your eyes. You didn’t know for sure how you felt. But you were sure there was something there.

“Okay” quietly

“I was just being stupid and thought something different but I guess I was wrong” you nod your head and make your way back into the resturaunt.

The tears dropping down onto your cheek made you feel pathetic. Pathetic for making you think that Jeon Jungkook had changed over the years. For thinking that Jeon Jungkook had real feelings for you. Before you walk back to the table you check yourself one last time to make sure your eyes weren’t puffy and your nose wasn’t red. Right now you weren’t in the mood for questions.

Sitting back down at your table and you see Jungkook come back from where you left him. He has his head down with a look of sadness on his face. He sits down next to his friends; less content than how he was before you left to go outside.

~

On the way back to the dorm Yunjin notices that your mood has dropped significantly since you came back into the resturaunt. When you finally settle into your dorm she asks you again, “Okay, for real this time, what the hell is up with you. You’ve been acting so different lately”

And that’s when you explain everything to her. From the kiss and to your conflicted feelings. In all honesty you don’t even know where you stand with Jungkook anymore. You’re between hating him and possibly having the fatest crush on him.

It’s then when it’s later into to the night you decide to call Niki. You missed talking to your best friend. It’d been a while since you last spoke to her.

After three rings she picks up the phone

“Hey babe! How’s the trip been so far? I haven’t spoke to you in so long is everything okay?” she speaks in a soft voice. That’s what you loved about her. She was there for you anytime of the day. You would be okay even if you hadn’t spoke to each other for days at a time. That's the type of friendship you had with her.

“Ugh Niki, I miss you so much. So much has happened and I need to tell you.”

“Oh no, what happened? Did something bad happen?! Did you get hurt?!” she says panicked.

“No no, I’m okay but something did happen.” you reassure her.

“Okay please tell me, you’re scaring me”

“Jungkook kissed me” the line is silent for a moment before it’s not.

“HE WHAT?” she yells into your ear

You have to pull the phone away because of how loud she was.

“He kissed me after one of shifts today. I confronted him about and I feel so stupid for thinking that he liked me because right after I asked him about it he said ‘it wasn’t a big deal’.” you tell her in a sullen tone.

“God is he dumb? Why would you kiss someone randomly and admit that it was nothing?” she sounded irritated.

“Exactly my thoughts. I’m so confused Niki one moment I don’t care about him and the next some girl is giggling next to him touching his arm and I feel so annoyed”

She sighs and calls your name calmly “I may be wrong but it sounds like you have feelings for him”

You pause and register what she just said. You? Had feelings for Jeon Jungkook? Everything is starting to come together in your head. You finally speak up

“Yeah, I think I do”

~

It’s been about a week since the dinner. You hadn’t seen Jungkook. The only few times you’d seen him was when you went downstairs to eat breakfast or when he left his room to go elsewhere. But tonight was different. With the free time you were given you spent it at the beach. You hadn’t gone swimming in the ocean for quite some time so you decided to put on a bikini, threw on some clothes you had laying in your drawer, and grabbed a towel from one of the cabinets in the hall.

You made your way down to the beach by yourself and brought your mini speaker with you. The playlist you had put on was a slow playlist. You watched the sun set while the song My Love is All Mine by Mitski played in the background. While the sun was still out you decided to take off your clothes and go into the water

From afar Jungkook spots you standing near the water; the waves are calm; he admires you from where he’s standing. You, completely unaware of his presence you dip your body into the water until it touches your waist. Your hair flowing in the soft wind. Behind you, you hear the water moving. When you turn your body to the sound; there he is. He’s standing with his shirt off arms out to see and his abs for show.

Completely in awe you snap out of it and turn back around.

“What do you want” you ask quietly.

“What? It’s a public beach. It’s not like you reserved this spot” he retorts back

“No, Jungkook. What do you want.” You hear him sigh. He takes a deep breath and finally says

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry that I kissed you so suddenly, I’m sorry I made you feel the way you did after I said that kiss was nothing, I’m sorry because that kiss made me feel so much.” he pleads. He places his arms on your waist and continues. “I’ve wanted to give you that kiss since I first saw you at the train station. I haven’t stopped thinking about you since we bumped into each other at the café”

It had been several months since that incident.

You walked in on a cool spring day. The bell chimed at the top of the door as you made your way over to the counter. After you had made your order, you turned to walk over to a table. But before you can take a step you bump into something –or more something- you look up and see Jeon Jungkook. You hadn’t seen him since the beginning of sophomore year. He looks down at you with an irritated look; but when he sees your face his expression drops. You looked so cute with your double layers on; making you look so soft and hugable; your hair was up in a clip and your cheeks were rosy from the cold.

“Sorry” you had told him quickly and made your way over to your table. Jungkook was surprised it was you. You had grown into such a beautiful woman. He couldn’t take his eyes off you. From then on, he couldn’t get you to escape his mind.

“I heard from Yuno about this trip and figured you’d go, I thought this would be my chance to make things right between us. I’m so sorry I said all those things to you while we were growing up, I was stupid and let my ego get in the way. So, when I first saw you it’s like I couldn’t see anything else but you.” he confesses.

All of this new information being thrown at you, you don’t know what to do with it. You had thought for all those years and all this time the hate between you two was mutual. You couldn’t have been more wrong.

“I want you to understand my feelings for you. I want to try and make it w-” before he can even finish his sentence you pull him by his hair and connect your lips. He raises his eyebrows and sinks into the kiss. His tongue slips into your mouth. He places his hands under your jaw and his other on your waist. Without breaking the kiss, he picks you up; you wrap your legs around his waist. The sun has set by now and it’s starting to get cold. He let’s go of your lips and look into your eyes. You move your lips closer to his ear and whisper “You wanna go warm up somewhere else?”

Quickly, he drags you out of the water while you giggle into the air. He places you down and hurriedly picks your things up. He grabs your hand, and you make your way back to his dorm. His roommates are supposed to be out tonight; you had the whole room to yourselves.

~

Pushing you against the door he smacks his lips against yours. You sneak your hands under his shirt and feel his abs flex against your fingertips. You move to lift his shirt off his body. He kisses down your neck; he lifts your shirt over your head and your left with your bikini top and your shorts. He lifts you off the floor and manhandles you onto his bed. You lay on your back and look up at him. Your legs are spread with him standing between them. He glides his hand up your thighs and he drags your shorts down your leg.

You’re left with just your bikini on now. He kisses you on your inner thighs close to where you need him the most. Jungkook grabs the bow that ties your bikini together and undoes it. Your heat is exposed to the cold air. He kisses your hip getting closer to your pussy; his hot breath touches your lips, and you gasp quietly. Finally, he makes contact; he glides his tongue through your folds, and you make small sounds of pleasure. His tongue makes figure eights over your clit; he moves his hand under your thighs to pull you closer to his mouth. His strong grip has you breathless.

Jungkook squeezes your inner thigh and gives small kisses around your cunt. He dives back in and the only thing in the air is the sound of him slurping and licking up your slick. You moan his name out loud and place your hands in his hair.

“Jungkook” you moan out loud

“Say that again, baby. Let me hear you” he says

“Ugh, Jungkook please, please don’t stop.” you plead desperately

“Yeah, that’s it. Who’s making you feel good?”

“You! You are Jungkook!” you shout

You start to feel the pressure in your lower tummy. You tightly close your eyes, and you see stars. He pushes you through your orgasm and finally pulls away after you pull on his hair so he’s hovering over your face. You bring him down to kiss you. He slips his tongue in and kisses you softly. You can taste yourself on his lips. Jungkook pulls away and scans your face. Your fucked out gaze looking up at him. He places his hand over your cheek and stares at you.

“You’re so God damn beautiful. So pretty like the stars. I can look at you forever.” he says to you lowly. You look up into his boba eyes, you can see the galaxy in them. He looked so pretty up closely.

He leans in and kisses you next to your cheek. He kisses your neck and then, he pushes himself up. He’s on his knees in front of you. You can see his outline through his shorts. You go to sit up and place a hand over him. He looks down at you and you place soft pecks over his covered cock. He groans loudly; you then start to play with the waistband of his shorts; slowly you pull them. He’s left bare in front of you. You move your hand to stroke him. Feeling his prominent veins; you thumb at his throbbing tip and place soft kisses over it.

“Baby, what are you doing to me.” He looks down at you and strokes your hair.

“Can you take me in your mouth? Or am I too big for you” he teases

You laugh at that “I don’t know, why don’t we find out”

You like a stripe down his length and stop at his tip. Looking up into his eyes; his lips are parted and he breathless. His hand is placed on the back of your head. Finally, you take him into your mouth, starting slow. He moans and tilts his head back, his grip on your hair tightens. You bob your head back and forth, using your tongue and swirling it around his tip. Your hand moves to fondle his balls, and this makes his cock twitch. Hips moving to the rhythm of your mouth and his hand guiding you to his dick.

“Can I fuck your mouth baby?” You look up at him and nod.

“Tell him if I’m hurting you. Tap on my thigh if you want me to stop” With that he slams his cock to the back of your throat. You take deep breaths as you gag on him. Your nose hitting his pelvis he speeds up his thrusts.

“Fuck yeah, that’s it sweetheart. Doing so good for me” he praises you.

When you reach down to your pussy you can feel you’ve gotten wetter. He looks down to your where your hand was and pulls you away for a second

“Nuh uh, who said you could touch yourself? Only good girls get what they want if they behave” he reprimands

He pulls you back onto him and starts at the pace he was at before.

Before he can finish in your mouth, he pulls you away.

“Fuck I need to finish inside you. Can I do that, baby?” he asks you for reassurance

You nod up to him.

“I need you to say it, honey”

“Yes, please” you moan

“Turn around, ass up face down” he demands

He looks down between your ass and his cock. He then looks up between your shoulders. Your hair thrown over your shoulder and your top still on. Jungkook moves his hand along your back and unties what’s left of your bikini.

“Fuck” he says under his breath. Finally, he takes hold of his length and drags it along your folds. You whimper silently patiently waiting for him to enter you.

He strokes himself a few more times; you feel him enter you. Gasping loudly, he groans into your ear and moves at a slow pace.

“More, Jungkook, please” you beg

“Since you asked nicely” Suddenly he pounds into your hips. You can feel him in your stomach. His pace is rapid; hard.

“You’re so deep Jungkook, fuck!” you moan.

Repeating his name repeatedly like a song. You can feel his cock twitch inside of you. You can feel every vein that around him. Every thrust you feel them against your walls. He lifts your body until your back hits his chest. His hands over your tits squeezing. Rolling your nipples between his fingers. He kisses your neck, and he places his hand over your abdomen. “God, I can feel myself inside of you, baby” you whimper into his neck. And that’s when you finally snap. You tighten around him.

“God! Jungkook! You make me feel so good, baby” you cry.

With three final thrusts he finishes inside you. Breath heavy he slowly moves, milking himself in your tight cunt.

He places you down on his pillow and slowly removes himself from you. You whimper quietly from the loss of the feeling of him inside.

“I need to clean you up and you need to go pee” he says

Picking up his shirt that you threw across the room he wipes you down and you twitch from sensitivity. When he’s done, he looks over your face and giggles.

“Come on, honey. I’ll help you shower when you’re done.”

“Okay” you say softly.

~

After your shower you and Jungkook lay in his bed. He’s not expecting his roommates to comeback; they had gone out clubbing and he assumed they’d be out all night in someone else’s bed. Your head placed over Jungkook’s naked chest you draw shapes over his chest. Jungkook grabs your wrist and notices one of the bracelets you're wearing.  

“You never thanked me for this” he says holding your wrist still  

“What are you talking about? This old lady gave it to me for free a few weeks ago when we first got here” 

He chuckles at you “That was me, I paid for it and asked her to play a part. Apparently she played her part well because you had no idea.” he boops your nose. You scrunch your face; you look up at him in disbelief.  

“I can’t believe you do that, what if she talked to the wrong girl, huh?” you said amusingly 

“Then some random girl would’ve gotten a free bracelet” he shrugs.  

You laugh at him. “Well, thank you for this” you look up at him and peck his lips.  

He digs his face into your neck and mumbles a small “Of course”  

Then, you feel his lips press small kisses into the juncture of your neck, you start laughing. All of a sudden, he stops. He lifts his head so he’s looking at you.  

“What are we?” he asks  

Realizing you never really told him how you felt. Isn’t it obvious though?  

“I could ask you the same thing Jeon”  

Whispering your name, he says “I really like you; I want to make up for my behavior throughout the years I’ve known you. I feel so guilty because of the way I treated you. I’m sorry I ever said those mean things to you, baby” he wraps he arms around you; cuddling you. 

“I forgive you” you hug him around his broad shoulders. “I like you too, Jungkook. Can we forget all of that? I want us to focus on the future only now.”  

He nods at you and smiles. “Sooo, does this make you, my girlfriend?” he asks with a cheeky smile.  

Giggling at his silly smile you nod “Yeah, I guess so, boyfriend”  

He buries his into your neck again and sighs contently. It’s not long before you two are cuddling in the sheets and hes whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you drift off to sleep.  

~ 

The next morning, you wake up to the other side of the bed empty. The sun is shining brightly in your face. You look down to your body and see the shirt Jungkook must have put on you while you were sleeping last night. You get up from the bed and walk over to the bathroom; but you don’t register the already running water turning off. When you walk in you see Eunwoo naked walking out of the shower. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry” you cover your eyes and quickly walk out. Picking up clothes that were thrown across the room from the previous night you manage your way back to your own room.  

Thankfully, the girls are out doing their own thing. You walk to your own bathroom and clean yourself up a bit before walking downstairs to the kitchen. The air is filled with the smell of pancakes, eggs, and bacon. Turning the corner you see Jungkook in a fitted sports t-shirt, over the stove cooking.  

You walk up to him and wrap your arms around his torso.  

“Good morning” you say in a sleepy voice 

“Hi, sweetheart” he turns his body so he facing you now. He leans down to peck your lips. His nose brushing against yours. You smile at him.  

“How did you sleep last night?” Looking up at him with an amusing look 

“Well you put to sleep pretty damn good last night so I’d say a ten out of ten” you laugh as you get your coffee ready. He sneaks up behind you and puts his hands around your waist. 

“I did, huh?” he lowly says into your ear.  

He sways you side to side and digs his face into your neck.  

“I was thinking maybe we can go out today and we can hang out in the city. We haven’t been here in a while; I want to see if they changed anything.” 

This was Jungkook’s hometown. He basically knew everyone. When he finished cooking your breakfast you both sat together in comfortable silence and ate.  

Finishing up your meals, you volunteered to clean up the dishes, but he was persistent in doing them himself. After fighting for about ten minutes, you give up and walk upstairs to get ready for the day. The outfit you chose was perfect for the weather. Your makeup was simple, and your hair was casting down your shoulders. When you finish putting on your shoes you hear a knock on your door. 

Walking up to open it you see Jungkook wearing a big puffer jacket, white tank top, and light blue jeans. His hair slightly covers his eyes. The chain around his neck and his piercings does something to you. You look up at him and smile.  

“Hi” looking at him with stars in your eyes.  

You look so undeniably cute. With little bows in your hair and your soft cheeks looking at him. He looks down at you and leans in to peck you on the lips.  

“C’mon, let’s go”  

~ 

The weather today wasn’t as harsh as those other sunny bright days. It’s a bit colder than the last few weeks. It was a good thing you brought an extra jacket just in case. You cand Jungkook walk down the streets hand in hand. Looking around for the places you used to hang out at with your friends when you were still in grade school. 

When you found the –now small- playground you and Niki used to play at, you let go of Jungkook’s hand and ran to it.  

Gasping out loud you say “Oh god, it’s so much small than I remember. I haven’t been here in years.” amazed by how time flies by so quickly. Jungkook watches you with a fond smile as you reminisce on the old times. You sit down on the swings and gently swing your legs back and forth. Jungkook stands next to the swing as he watches you. The sun was shining on you and he looks at your eyes they’re glowing as you look down the sand with a smile on your face.  

He goes to stand in front of you and holds on to the chain and stops you from swinging. You look up at him when you see his shoes appear in front of you. His hands over yours and he leans in close to your face.  

His lips locking with yours in a soft kiss. He pulls back and he says “You’re so beautiful.” he places a hand on your cheek.  

He looks into your eyes and he makes a promise.  

Saying your name in a low voice he says “I promise you, I will to take care of you for as long as you let me. I promise I won’t hurt you. I promise to stay” 

You look up into his eyes with tears laying on your water line. Moving your head to lay on his forehead. 

Then, you pull him into a kiss.  

“I promise, I don’t hate you Jeon Jungkook” 

a/n: ahhh okay, i realllly hope you guys liked it, this idea came out of no where and I kinda made the plot up as I wrote, please show some support by reblogging, liking, commenting, and giving some feedback! I'd appreciate it so much

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Title: Mutual Feelings 🩷

Synopsis: The reader is an actress who just finished up a romance movie project with the gorgeous and brilliant Aaron Pierre as her co-star. While filming, the production company booked an extravagant Airbnb for everyone's convenience near the movie set, which was in Miami, Florida. Filming wrapped up quicker than expected, which gave the cast and crew a few extra days to kill. Due to working so closely together, the reader and Aaron have built a strong friendship despite her initial crush on him; she grows to respect and admire him as a person and not just eye candy. However, unbeknownst to the reader, Aaron was lovestruck the moment they met. A night at the beautiful house leads to feelings being exposed and the heat rises between them. This is kind of a snippet so please let me know if I should finish it. Enjoy! 🥰

"You mean to tell me that you've never seen 'Don't Be A Menace'?", you asked, choking back a giggle. "No, y/n. I can't say that I have", Aaron replied in his thick deep British accent, playfully rolling his eyes. You and Aaron were chilling in the living room of the Airbnb, looking for movies to watch on the fire stick. Y'all sat on the exceptionally soft cream colored L-shaped couch with distance between you two while the lamp next to it gave the room a cozy feel. Freshly showered, you sported a baby pink crop top with grey sweat pants and baby pink ankle socks. Your knotless boho braids were draped over one shoulder as you clicked on the movie. Filming had wrapped and you and Aaron had a week to relax and enjoy the city as well as the house. The day involved the cast and crew doing their own thing while you and Aaron decided to go to the beach. You internally thanked the Lord for getting braids due to the humidity of Florida and not wanting to fool with it during filming. Had your hair been in any other predicament, any aquatic activity would be a hard no. Besides, there was NO way you'd miss out on the opportunity of seeing Aaron's shirtless chest and abs glistening in the Miami sun... After the beach, the plan was to check out some clubs in the area. However, you both were extremely tired, just wanting to grab a bite to eat and spend the evening indoors. After showering, y'all decided to Door Dash some Chinese food and watch movies. "That means we're gonna have to watch it", you said in a sing-song voice. He laughed and shrugged. You took a bite of your sweet and sour chicken as the opening credits played. You glanced over at Aaron, who was looking at you with a small smile. You couldn't help but notice how his black tank top clung to his chest and abs while the print in his black shorts taunted and teased you. You licked your lips and readjusted on the couch, a look of anticipation on your face. You hate to admit it, but his eyes was something that you could never get used to. They were piercing. Intense. Hell, they were intimidating. And it didn't help that his newly bronzed sun tanned skin made them even more striking. "What?" You asked. "Nothing. Just...I enjoy spending time with you", he said sincerely. Your heart fluttered. "Awww Aaron, me too. I just hope that when we leave, we stay in contact", you replied. You loved the bond that you and Aaron built in the past 6 months. It wasn't just an ordinary cordial relationship between colleagues; it was rare and real. You'd grown to care for and respect the man that Aaron was. For an example, you noticed on set during food breaks that he would make sure the whole cast and crew had eaten before he would fix his plate. Or how he would make each individual feel like the most important person in the room just from engaging and speaking with him. He was all-around perfect. And as amazing as he was, you knew you didn't want that bond between you two to fade away. You looked down bashfully, tearing your gaze away from Aaron's handsome face and continued watching the movie.

****4 Hours Later****

"Okay...never have I ever....went skydiving", you slurred. Y'all decided that after the movie, a game of Never Have I Ever and some liquor would be lit. Aaron decided to put on an early 2000's R&B playlist to keep the atmosphere light and fun. "Shoot, me neither sweetheart", he replied, laughing. You both toasted a shot of Hennessy and chugged it. You immediately chased it with apple juice, hating the way it burned your throat. Aaron, being a man's man after all, hissed as it went down but didn't chase it. Being the lightweight that you are, you had only done 3 shots but they made you tipsy immediately. Aaron, on the other hand, had reached 5 before the alcohol kicked in for him. Aaron poured up another shot for you both while you let the last shot settle in your stomach. "Let's take it up a notch, darling. We've been playing it safe all night", he proclaimed, slamming the shot glass on the coffee table. The alcohol definitely had him feeling himself. You look at him suspiciously, smirking. "How so?" He cleared his throat and said, "Never have I ever....made out in the rain. Soaking wet, bodies glued together, hands all over each other, not giving a damn who sees us", He said slowly, watching your next move. He knew EXACTLY what he was doing to you too. All of a sudden, your face got extremely hot, as well as other parts of you...you were speechless! Your mouth was agape, and you clenched your legs together discretely. You took the shot quickly, not even bothering to chase it this time; your mind was on other things. Aaron, reading your reaction wrong, immediately regretted saying that. "I apologize, Y/N. Did I make you feel uncomfortable?" "Oh no no no HELL no", you replied while shaking your head fast, making him chuckle. "You just caught me off guard. I've never kissed in the rain before, but I'd be up for it...", you replied, the liquor making you more bold and flirtatious. You start inching closer to Aaron while still maintaining some distance (and teasing him in the process). "Never have I ever...got freaky on a ferris wheel. Kissing and touching, 3rd base activities, praying to God that you remain stuck at the top long enough to make them lose control", you purred, sexily sizing him up. He licked his lips and took another shot, eyeing you hungrily. It was his turn to scoot towards you. "Alright. Never have I ever got to kiss you", his voice dangerously low and oozing with sex. No one drank this round. "And never have I ever got a chance to kiss you back", you replied. You scooted so close to him that you were in his face at this point. "Fuck the bullshit", he said in a husky voice. Before you could respond, he kissed you passionately, his big hands grabbing and squeezing your waist and hips. You moaned in his mouth, loving how you tasted the Hennessy on his sweet lips. Your arms wrapped around his neck, mentally preparing for what's about to go down tonight. He then pulled you on his lap, straddling him. (To be continued) More to come 😉

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In the Space Between Us: Chapter 3

OTHER CHAPTERS:

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5

Chapter 6 I Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 I Chapter 9 I Chapter 10

Chapter 11 I Chapter 12 I Chapter 13 I Chapter 14 I Chapter 15

Chapter 16 I Chapter 17 I Chapter 18 I Chapter 19 I Chapter 20

Pairing: Glen Powell x OC

Summary: Gabby prepares for a cozy evening at Glen’s home. Despite a delayed start, the chemistry between them sparks as they dive into an evening of home-cooked meals and laughter. As they bond over shared stories and Glen's impressive cooking skills, the connection deepens, culminating in a sweet dance in the kitchen that leads to their first kiss. Later while wrapped in a blanket on the couch they watch a movie, blissfully unaware of the outside world.

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: None.

A/N: Please let me know your thoughts with Hearts, Comments, and Reblogs!

Tags: @djs8891

Gabby was bustling around her apartment, making the final touches to her outfit. She had picked out a soft, white tank top and denim shorts, perfect for a cozy evening at Glen's place. Just as she finished applying her favorite lip gloss, her phone lit up on the countertop, breaking the calm of the moment.

With a quick glance, she saw Glen's name flashing across the screen. Excitement bubbled up inside her as she swiped to answer, “Hey, Glen!”

“Hey, Gabby,” he replied, his voice slightly tinged with regret. “My last meeting ran longer than I thought it would and now I’m running late. I won’t be home as soon as I thought I would. Is there any chance we could push our plans back by an hour or two?”

A small frown flickered across Gabby’s face, but she quickly masked it with understanding. “Of course! I can be there around eight instead. Just let me know when you’re home.”

“Thanks for being flexible,” Glen said, relief evident in his tone. “I really appreciate it. I’ll see you soon!”

As she hung up, Gabby couldn’t help but notice how Glen’s career sometimes intervened in their plans. She thought back to their coffee date, where he’d had to cut their time short due to a meeting. And now tonight with his meeting running late. It was a reminder that his lifestyle came with its own set of challenges, but she admired his dedication to his work. She wasn’t going to let something like an hour or two ruin her excitement. He still wanted to spend time with her, and that was what mattered.

Plus, she appreciated the way he had communicated openly with her both times about what was going on, which made her feel valued.

With a determined smile, Gabby decided to make the most of the extra time. She tidied up her apartment, made sure Willow’s food and water were topped up, and even threw in a few minutes of reviewing her notes for the classes she was taking. 

Flexibility had always been a part of her nature, and she found that it was a necessary trait in the ever-shifting world of Hollywood, especially if she wanted to keep things easy and light with Glen.

As the clock ticked closer to eight, Gabby took one last glance in the mirror, adjusting her hair before heading out the door, ready to embrace whatever the evening had in store.

Arriving at his place, she parked and took a deep breath, readying herself for the evening. She walked up to his door, her anticipation building with each step. When she knocked, she felt a giddy thrill shoot through her, and before she could second-guess herself, the door swung open.

“Hey!” Glen greeted her with a warm smile, his eyes lighting up at the sight of her. He pulled her into a gentle hug that felt reassuring and familiar. “I’m so glad you made it.”

“Of course! I brought your shirt,” she said, holding it up as she stepped inside. 

The cozy warmth of his home enveloped her, filled with the subtle scent of something delicious simmering in the background.

“Thanks.” He took the shirt from her, and as he turned to take it to his room, Gabby’s attention was drawn to a fluffy ball of fur bounding excitedly toward her.

“This is Brisket!” Glen said, smiling over his shoulder. The dog—a scruffy mix—skidded to a halt in front of Gabby, tail wagging furiously as he sniffed at her feet.

“Hey there, buddy!” Gabby knelt down, extending her hand for Brisket to sniff. He immediately leaned into her touch, nuzzling against her fingers. She laughed, her heart warming as Brisket licked her palm enthusiastically.

Glen watched with a soft smile, the sight of his dog instantly taking a liking to Gabby bringing him joy. 

“Looks like Brisket approves of you,” he teased, bending down to scratch behind Brisket’s ears.

“He’s adorable!” Gabby replied, giving Brisket a good scratch along his back.

Gabby followed Glen into the kitchen, and the moment she stepped inside, she was hit with a delightful aroma that made her stomach rumble. The rich scent of tomatoes and spices danced in the air, making her instantly hungry. Her gaze fell on a pot bubbling on the stove, steam swirling upwards as it simmered. Curiosity piqued, she leaned closer to the counter, where she noticed a mound of dough waiting to be transformed.

“What are you making?” she asked, her eyes bright with interest.

“Pasta,” Glen replied, a hint of pride in his voice. “I’m working on a homemade red sauce to go with it.” He moved back to the counter, rolling the dough between his fingers.

“Wait, you’re really making pasta from scratch?” Gabby asked, incredulous. She had not been expecting homemade pasta tonight.

“Absolutely! It’s one of my favorite things to do,” he said, nodding with enthusiasm. “Have you ever tried making it yourself?”

She shook her head, a smile spreading across her face. “No, I haven’t. I usually just boil the store-bought stuff.”

“Come here; I’ll show you how it’s done.” He motioned for her to join him, and Gabby stepped closer, excitement bubbling inside her.

As they stood side by side, he demonstrated how to knead the dough properly, his hands deftly working it until it was smooth. Gabby watched closely, trying to follow his lead. The close proximity was both comforting and thrilling, the warmth radiating from him as they shared the task.

“Now, grab the rolling pin,” Glen instructed, positioning himself behind her. His arms brushed against hers as he guided her hands, showing her how to apply just the right amount of pressure to flatten the dough. Gabby’s heart raced, but she couldn’t help grinning at the unexpected intimacy of the moment.

“Like this?” she asked, catching onto his rhythm.

“Exactly,” he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. “You’re a natural.”

With his hands guiding hers, they worked together to get the pasta thinner, before using an attachment for his KitchenAid mixer to create perfectly shaped noodles. The kitchen filled with laughter and playful banter as Glen teased her about her novice skills while she marveled at his culinary finesse.

“I have to admit, I’m impressed,” she said, glancing up at him. “I didn’t expect you to be this good at cooking.”

He chuckled, a hint of bashfulness creeping into his expression. “I had to learn sometime. Living on takeout got old pretty fast.”

As they continued to shape the pasta, Gabby felt a genuine connection forming between them, solidified by laughter and the delightful shared experience of cooking. 

Once the pasta was boiling away, Glen stirred the sauce with a wooden spoon, the vibrant red color reflecting the warm glow of the kitchen lights. He glanced over at Gabby, who was still admiring the perfect strands of pasta they had created together.

“Do you want something to drink? Water? Wine? Something else?” he asked, wiping his hands on a kitchen towel.

“I’d love some wine,” she replied, feeling a wave of relaxation wash over her.

“Red or white?” he asked, his fingers already reaching for a bottle perched on the counter.

“Red,” she said, smiling as he grabbed a corkscrew and popped the bottle open with a satisfying thunk.

He poured some of the wine into two glasses, the rich liquid swirling as he filled them. “This is a favorite of mine,” he said, handing her one of the glasses. “Hope you like it.”

“Let’s find out,” Gabby replied with a playful smile as their glasses clinked together in a cheerful toast. “To good food and new friends!”

“Cheers!” Glen echoed, taking a sip. The deep flavors of the wine danced on her palate, and she savored it, glancing over at Glen, who looked pleased.

“This is nice,” she said, feeling the warmth of the wine and the moment enveloping her.

“Yeah, it is. I’m glad you’re here,” he replied, leaning against the counter with a relaxed smile.

As the pasta finished cooking, Glen drained it before moving to plate their dinner. He carefully twisted the strands of noodles onto two plates, the steam rising as he topped each one with the rich, homemade red sauce.

“How do you like your sauce?” he asked, glancing up at her with a playful grin.

Gabby thought for a moment, then replied, “Light sauce, definitely. I don’t want to drown the pasta.”

“Agreed,” he said, nodding as he drizzled just the right amount over her noodles.

Next, he reached for a block of parmesan cheese. “How about some cheese?” he asked, holding it up.

“Yes, please!” she replied enthusiastically.

“Okay, just tell me when,” he said, starting to grate cheese onto her plate. Gabby watched as the snowy flakes tumbled onto her pasta, and she finally said, “Okay, that’s good!”

As he set the grater down, she noticed something odd. “Hey, wait. You didn’t put any cheese on your plate,” she said, tilting her head.

Glen shrugged, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah, I don’t eat cheese.”

Gabby raised an eyebrow, surprised. “Wait, like at all?”

“Not really,” he admitted, his tone light. “I was never a big fan of dairy as a kid. Just never liked the texture of most cheeses. Unless it’s a small amount mixed into something, I usually avoid it.”

“Wow, I can’t believe that!” she said, shaking her head in disbelief, but a smile lingered on her lips. “You must miss out on a lot of pizza toppings.”

He chuckled, “I still eat pizza as long as it’s not straight cheese. I’m not that crazy.”

With dinner plated, they moved to the dining table, and as they sat down, the savory aroma of the meal enveloped them. Gabby took her first bite and her eyes lit up. “Oh wow, this is amazing! You really nailed the flavor,” she exclaimed, genuinely impressed.

Glen beamed at her praise. “Thanks! I’m glad you like it,” he said, taking a bite of his own.

She leaned back in her chair, laughing lightly. “Honestly, my pasta alla vodka with store-bought pasta can’t compete with this.”

“I’d still love to try it sometime,” he said with a wink, enjoying the banter. The conversation flowed easily as they savored their meal, laughter mingling with the clinking of forks against plates, making the evening feel warm and inviting.

After they finished eating, Gabby stood up, gathering hers and Glen’s plates. “I’ll take these into the kitchen,” she said, heading toward the sink.

Glen quickly rose to his feet, a hint of protest in his voice. “You really don’t have to do that. You’re my guest, remember?”

Gabby smiled at him over her shoulder as she placed her plate in the sink. “But the least I can do is help clean up. It’s only fair.”

He watched her for a moment, appreciating her willingness to pitch in. With a resigned sigh, he followed her into the kitchen. “Okay, okay. If you insist,” he said, moving to help her with the clean up.

As they began to wash the dishes, the warm, cozy atmosphere lingered in the air. Glen rinsed his plate while Gabby filled the dishwasher, handing him the dishes as they went along. “I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone so willing to do dishes after a meal,” he said, chuckling.

Gabby shot him a playful look. “Well, I guess I’m just an overachiever,” she replied, laughter sparkling in her eyes. “Besides, I can’t just leave you with all the mess!”

They continued to work side by side, the lighthearted banter flowing easily between them. Glen started wiping down the counters, stealing glances at her as she focused on loading the dishwasher. The way she effortlessly moved around his kitchen made him appreciate her presence even more.

“So, do you always cook for your guests?” she asked, a teasing lilt in her voice. “Or am I just special?”

“Let’s just say I usually don’t do this much,” he admitted, grinning. “But I’d definitely do it again for you.”

Gabby smiled, a blush creeping up her cheeks as they finished loading the last of the dishes. “I’ll hold you to that,” she said lightly, feeling the chemistry between them grow as they shared a comfortable moment of laughter and connection.

As they finished tidying up the kitchen, a comfortable silence settled around them, broken only by the faint hum of the dishwasher. Glen glanced over at Gabby, a hint of playfulness in his eyes. Without a word, he reached for a small remote sitting on the counter and pressed a button. Soft music filtered through the speakers, filling the room with a gentle melody that gave the kitchen a warm, intimate atmosphere.

Gabby’s eyebrows lifted, and she gave him a curious look. "What are you up to?" she asked with a laugh.

Glen set the remote down and turned to Gabby, a playful glint in his eyes as he reached out to take her hand. “Come here,” he said, gently trying to pull her toward him.

She looked at his outstretched hand, then back up at him, feeling a flutter of nerves. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” she admitted, shifting her weight. “I’m not exactly… a dancer.”

Glen's smile only grew, his gaze soft and encouraging. "Trust me," he said, his voice warm and reassuring. "I’ll lead."

Hesitantly, she placed her hand in his, letting him gently pull her toward him. He wrapped his arm around her waist, his hand resting lightly on her back, and began to guide her in a slow, easy rhythm that matched the song. At first, she focused on not stepping on his feet, feeling a little self-conscious. But his gentle hold and the way he was watching her — with a quiet warmth and a hint of mischief — made her gradually relax.

“See? You’re doing great,” he murmured, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.

She smiled, meeting his gaze. "I guess you’re not a terrible teacher.”

They swayed together, her movements becoming more natural as she grew comfortable in his embrace. When he felt her easing into the rhythm, he lifted their joined hands and spun her slowly. She laughed in surprise, her eyes sparkling as she let herself get caught up in the moment. When she came back around, he pulled her in closer, his arm steadying her as they continued to move together in time to the music.

With a small grin, he added a little dip at the end, and she let out a delighted, breathless laugh. As he lifted her back up, their eyes met, and the energy between them shifted, becoming something softer and deeper.

He still held her close, their faces only inches apart. His gaze dropped to her lips before returning to her eyes, and he gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “I’ve really been wanting to kiss you,” he said, his voice low, almost a whisper.

Gabby’s smile softened, her heart racing. She let her hand slide up to his shoulder, then, closing the gap, she leaned in and pressed her lips to his, feeling the warmth and tenderness in his kiss. He wrapped his arms around her a little tighter, drawing her even closer, and time seemed to slow as they shared that first kiss, deep and lingering, each moment stretching as they savored it.

It felt electric—his lips were soft, yet firm, and she melted against him as he cradled her face with one hand, the other still resting on her waist. The taste of the red wine lingered between them, enhancing the sweetness of the moment.

Her heart soared as she leaned into him, feeling the strength of his body and the warmth of his embrace. Glen’s fingers tangled in her hair, his touch gentle yet possessive, pulling her closer.

Gabby’s mind raced with a whirlwind of thoughts—this was happening, it felt so right, and she couldn’t help but smile against his lips. She had always dreamed of moments like this, and here she was, lost in the magic of their connection.

As Glen pulled away, their breaths mingled in the small space between them, the moment hanging heavy with unspoken feelings. Gabby’s heart raced, her cheeks flushed as they locked eyes, a smile spreading across her lips that mirrored Glen’s. Glen rested his forehead against hers for a beat, his hand trailing down her arm as he took her in.

“Wow,” he murmured, still in awe of what had just transpired. Just as she was about to respond, he leaned in again, catching her off guard with a second kiss, this one deeper. It sent butterflies fluttering through her stomach, igniting a spark that made her crave more.

When they finally broke apart, Gabby’s expression shifted to one of playful curiosity. “So, what do you want to do next?” she asked, a grin playing on her lips.

“How about just watching a movie?” he suggested, her eyes brightening at the idea.

“Sounds perfect,” she replied, her enthusiasm infectious. He took her hand and led her to the living room, where the soft glow of the lamp cast a cozy light over the space.

Glen settled onto the couch, leaning back and resting his arm along the top cushion, leaving a gentle invitation open for her to move closer. Gabby sat beside him, a small, polite space between them, feeling a bit of nervous energy settle in her stomach. They both seemed to look anywhere but at each other for a moment, until Glen broke the silence, glancing at her with a grin.

“So, any movie requests?” he asked, his eyes warm as they held hers.

She hesitated before smiling, feeling a bit bold. "Maybe… a rom-com?" She could feel her cheeks warm as she said it, half-expecting him to cringe at the suggestion.

Instead, he raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. “Actually, I have a soft spot for a good rom-com,” he admitted, his voice easy and light.

Her face brightened in surprise. "Really?”

He shrugged with a playful grin. “Hey, some of them are classics. Besides, I can’t resist a good happy ending.”

They scrolled through the options, landing on one of the timeless ones. As the familiar opening scene started to play, Gabby felt herself relax, leaning just a bit closer. She glanced sideways, stealing a quick look at Glen, who caught her gaze and smiled. Gently, he moved his arm from the back of the couch to her shoulders, pulling her in a little closer with a soft, unspoken invitation.

“You comfortable?” he murmured, his tone gentle as his arm settled around her.

She nodded, settling comfortably into his side, a feeling of ease blooming between them. His hand rested on her shoulder, his thumb absentmindedly tracing soft circles that made her feel even warmer, more relaxed.

Just as she was beginning to lose herself in the comfort of being close to him, Brisket trotted over, eyeing the spot where she sat with mild curiosity before making a decision. Without hesitation, Brisket leapt onto her lap and nestled in, his head resting against her arm.

Gabby laughed, instinctively reaching to pet him. “Looks like I’ve been chosen,” she said with a smile, looking up at Glen.

He chuckled, shaking his head in mock betrayal. “He usually doesn’t pick other people. I guess you’re the exception.”

Glen reached out to ruffle Brisket’s ears, but Brisket stayed contently in Gabby’s lap, settling in with a sigh. Glen’s hand lingered on her shoulder as the movie began, and they both relaxed further into the moment.

Gabby felt a sense of warmth enveloping her—not just from the blanket they shared or Brisket’s presence on her lap, but from the connection she was building with Glen. She glanced up at him, her heart swelling with a mixture of excitement and affection. This was just the beginning, and she couldn’t wait to see where it would lead.

As the movie played softly in the background, Gabby and Glen both gradually succumbed to the warmth and comfort of each other’s presence. The rhythmic sound of Brisket’s soft snores filled the room, providing a soothing backdrop that made it easy to drift off. Gabby nestled deeper into Glen’s side, the blanket cocooning them in a cozy embrace, and before long, her eyes fluttered shut, surrendering to sleep.

Just as the movie credits began to roll, Gabby stirred as the warmth of the blanket and the quiet hum of the living room began to pull her gently from sleep. She became aware of Glen’s arm draped across her, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder, his warmth radiating through the soft fabric of her sweater. Without even thinking, she instinctively snuggled closer, her head nestling against his shoulder as she allowed herself another moment of comfortable, dreamy contentment. 

Glen, not quite awake himself, responded by pulling her a little closer, his fingers grazing her arm in a gentle, absent-minded touch, as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

For a fleeting moment, Gabby thought of how perfectly right it felt to wake up like this—curled up with him, his steady breath against her hair, and the quiet calm surrounding them. She caught herself smiling, not wanting to move, not wanting to break the spell of their closeness. Part of her wished she could freeze this feeling, to let herself fall back into the cozy haze of sleep with him there beside her.

As she finally stirred enough to lift her head, Glen's eyes blinked open, still soft with sleep. He looked at her and gave a slow, drowsy smile. 

"Hey," he murmured, his voice quiet and warm.

“Hey,” she whispered back, feeling herself smile even wider. 

His hand, still resting on her shoulder, gave a gentle squeeze, as though reassuring her that he felt the same warmth between them.

“You fell asleep on me.”

“I guess I did,” Gabby replied, stifling a yawn and brushing a few stray hairs from her face.

“Feel like staying a little longer?” he asked softly, his eyes never leaving hers. She could feel the comfort and sincerity in his gaze, and for a moment, the idea of staying sounded tempting, like something she might even want.

She hesitated, a blush warming her cheeks as she finally managed to murmur, “I... I should probably get going.” It was too soon, she thought, for the kind of tenderness that staying might mean. But as much as she knew it, part of her still didn’t want to move from his side.

Glen nodded with an understanding smile, though she noticed a hint of disappointment in his eyes. "I’ll walk you out," he said, his voice gentle. 

He gave her one last little squeeze, his hand lingering on her arm for just a beat longer. Then he helped her stand, his touch never far as they both blinked away the remnants of sleep.

Together, they made their way to the front door, Gabby’s heart warming at the simple gesture. As they stepped outside into the cool night air, she glanced back at Glen, his eyes shining under the soft porch light.

“Thanks for tonight,” she said, feeling a rush of gratitude. “I had a really great time.”

“Me too,” he replied, taking a step closer. “I’m glad we got to spend it together.”

The moment hung between them, charged with an unspoken understanding. Glen reached out, pulling her into a warm hug, holding her close for a moment longer than necessary. As they broke apart, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, the sweetness of the moment lingering in the air.

“Goodnight, Gabby,” he whispered, his breath warm against her skin.

“Goodnight, Glen,” she replied, a smile blooming on her face as she stepped back toward her car.

As she slid into the driver’s seat, she took one last look at him, and he gave her a small wave, his expression a mix of happiness and hope. Gabby couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement as she drove away, the night still fresh in her mind.

[abrcmswrld]

Treacherous | Mike Schmidt x Reader

Summary: Reader and Mike have been best friends since childhood. After a fight, Reader is given a surprise visit.

Warnings: General Angst, General Fluff, a suggestive make out scene in the nude but nothing too crazy, mentions of feminine clothing in one part but overall gender neutral

Author's Note: IM EDITING THIS RN SO PLEASE JUST IGNORE THE MISTAKES AND LIKE DUMB STUFF This is my first fic for Mike so bear with me! I tried so hard to adhere to the movie timeline but if it seems shaky please just ignore it lmao. I'm also bad at pacing sorry. I’d love to make this a series cause I’m in love with a good friends to lovers trope.

Mike had always been a bit of a mess. All of the time that you've known him, this has never changed. You can recall times on the playground of boys calling him names for his sensitivities. How were they to know the gravity of his situation? How were you to know? But you always felt called to stand up for him either way.

So you'd hound them off. You'd grab his hand and pull him off the dirt and to a quiet corner of the playground. The two of you would sit on the wooden border, picking at the grass and watching the other kids play.

His sensitivities would quickly turn to a certain hardness that you'd never fully come to understand, even in your late twenties. He'd open up the tiniest bit in high school, after his mother had passed away. He was only 17 years old. You were still children.

You have memories of standing uncomfortably in the dress your mother had insisted you wear to the funeral. You didn't know how to approach him then. He sat alone in a chair on the far side of the funeral home, a blank expression on his face. You couldn't say a word as you took tiny footsteps towards him. And he didn't say a word either, just looked up with bloodshot eyes. You'd hugged him then, feeling his shoulders shakes against you.

Soon it was time for the two of you to start thinking about college and your lives outside of the scope of small town high school. Talks of plans to find something new and excited were quickly stomped out by the failures of his father. You can recall a 23 year old Mike begging for your company on late nights when his father's drinking had reached a climax.

And you'd gladly show up for him. Abby was only six by that time, and Mike was all she had. Mike spoke about his father with disdain to you. Never crying the way he had as child, but you could see a sad anger within the conversations. And really, you couldn't blame him.

You can remember a night on the roof of your childhood home. It wasn’t your first time sneaking Mike through the window of your bedroom. It was a cold December night, and you were home for the holidays.

“I don’t think my dad’s coming back.”

Your knees were pulled up and under your chin as you rest your head and listened to his worries. “What do you mean?”

He sighed. “I mean, he hasn’t been back for three days and I think this might finally be it.”

You furrowed your brows and met his gaze.

“I’ll move back here.”

In that moment he had begged you not to. You were so close to finishing your degree and he insisted that he could not be the reason you didn’t finish. So you heeded to his wishes. You finished your final semester.

In the 6 months that you were gone after that night, his dad had not returned. Mike had stepped up to be a guardian for his sister. Family court would later assure this in legal documentation.

You had hugged him tightly the first night you were home and assured him that you would be there, for the both of them.

━━━

You would prove that to him when his original babysitter had ghosted him.

“Probably got tired of not being paid.” He had said when you asked why.

You don’t ask for pay. You had a day job that kept you stable enough to live. And as Mike’s hours were night shift, there was really no problem with the arrangement.

It would go on for a few weeks. You hadn’t seen pay, but you didn’t mind. Mike would cook you breakfast when he got home. That was payment enough for you.

But you could notice he wasn’t doing well. Dark circles had formed under his eyes. He had confided in you about the actions of his Aunt Jane. He showed you the papers with bold letters proclaiming a request for a change of custody. His stress and worry made sense to you now.

He would have to prove he was fit, a big ask in a court setting, especially for someone like Mike. You had encouraged him the best you could.

But everything had come to a head on a night when Mike had intended to actually pay you.

He woke you from your light sleep on his couch, alerting you that he was home. He sat his tired body on the recliner.

“There’s a 20 dollar bill in my jacket pocket.”

His eyes are closed as he speaks. It seems the night has been a rough one for him. “You don’t have to, but thank you.” You find the jacket lying on the kitchen table. You feel slightly bad as you reach your hand in to find the bill, but your guilt falls into confusion as your fingers brush the tiny bottle inside.

You let your eyes travel over the orange bottle in your hands. You furrow your brows. You turn to face the recliner he sits in.

"Mike."

He turns his head to face you, tired eyes falling on yours. He sees the bottle in your hands and you can see a sense of uncertainty and dread fall across his features.

"What are these? Sleeping pills?"

He immediately tenses, as if he had been avoiding this topic with everyone. But he responds quietly, “Yes.”

You fall silent for a moment, unsure of what to say. Realistically, there was nothing wrong with sleeping pills. People use them all of the time to sleep. But Mike seems hesitant to cover the topic of these pills and why he uses them.

An additional concern comes up in the way he had stuffed them in his jacket pocket. Why was he taking them to work? You hate the way your thoughts sound like the micromanagement of a mother, but all you can see is the bright yellow of the custody papers and Abby’s sweet face in your mind.

“Have you been taking these at work?”

He’s silent. It’s enough of an answer for you. You sigh as you sit the bottle down on the kitchen counter. You’ve known he wasn’t well. The incident that had gotten him fired from his last job, the dark circles under his eyes, the hardness about him, it all worried you. But you had always chose to let him live. Let him make his mistakes.

“Mike, talk to me. What’s going on with you?”

He lets out a spiteful scoff as if the conversation is beneath his worries at the moment. He lets out a shaky sigh. “I feel connected to him there. I don’t know why, but I do.”

There’s no doubt in your mind who he is referring to. His baby brother. The one he couldn’t save. You let him continue.

“If I can put myself into the right state of mind, I can see it. I can watch it over and over. And if I try hard enough maybe I might see who took him.”

He voice drifts off to a quiet and weak tone, “That’s all that matters to me.”

You can tell he’s hurt by the way that his voice comes out strained and weak, and it hurts you too. It’s not as if you couldn’t understand the pain of the situation. He’d cried to you all those years back when it first occurred. What you can’t understand is how he could let it ruin his relationship with Abby. Abby who is alive and well. Abby who, even if discreet, sees Mike as the moon and stars.

“And what about that little girl who sits around and draws you all day long?”

It makes you feel like a bitch to even say such a thing to him, but if it gives him a shake maybe it’d be worth it. “What about her?”

He stands still as a statue, emotions shifting across his face as he processes the words you’ve shot at him. You’re sure they strike like a bullet. His mouth opens and closes again, so you speak again.

“I know how badly you want to bring him back, Mike. To bring him back and be able to pretend none of that ever happened.”

He furrows his brows and you can the see the hurt flood his expression.

“But you’re going to lose them both if you don’t get your shit together.”

You sigh. You hate the way you sound like a mother scolding a child. You take a shaky breath. “Do you think that this job is really good for you? I mean-“ He cuts you off with a scoff and a laugh.

His tense attitude has you uncomfortable and defensive. You hate the way your voice becomes strained as you speak. “I just think it’s taking a toll on you.”

“I need this job, otherwise I’m never gonna see her again.”

And of course you know that. He needs a job to look good for a court that’s supposed to be able to decide if he’s right to take care of his sister. But what good does a job do on paper if the court can clearly see the way his mental stability is shaky? He hesitates and meets your eyes with a tense look as he speaks,

“You’re here to babysit Abby, not me.”

You stand silently in front of him for a moment before grabbing your coat. You turn toward him. You can see the quirk of regret on his expression, but he doesn’t speak, doesn’t take it back.

“It’s gonna take more than a shitty job that drives you crazy to keep her. I think you should find somebody else to babysit Abby.”

There’s malice in your tone and you hate it. But you can’t make excuses for him. You ignore his voice as he says your name quietly. You just let the door close behind you a you walk to your car. You wait for the door to open again behind your back. It doesn’t.

He doesn’t text you either. In fact, you don’t hear from him for another week and you wonder if he’s already replaced you and plans on holding the grudge.

You assume he must have. He must have found another babysitter for Abby. It seemed he was saving money to actually pay whoever took that role.

You can’t stop yourself from becoming more and more sad as the week goes on. You find yourself worrying more and more about Mike. And Abby. There’s no doubt in your mind that Jane was still adamant on proving in court that Mike was an unfit guardian.

You don’t know why you feel as though your presence could somehow remedy that. You don’t know why you feel an ache so deep in your heart. Friendship breakups are common. But Mike was different.

You still don’t let yourself text him. You would give him the power to choose that route. To choose you and the friendship you had given him since you were both children. And by the end of the week you have to force yourself to sleep.

And by the end of the week you get what you had secretly hoped for.

━━━

The knock on your door is urgent. You're half asleep as you rise out of the comfort of your bed. Your feet press against the cold floor as you rush to see who it could be. As you glance through the peephole you're met with those familiar black curls.

You open the door swiftly, shivering at the cool breeze that flows in. He looks like hell. Abby stands at his side. You're stunned, "Oh my God." You open the door wider and usher the two of them in.

Abby seems to be physically uninjured, while Mike's face is bloodied and bruised. You whisper to Mike,

"What the hell happened?"

He looks to Abby before he answers. "Abby should get some rest while we talk." You nod immediately. "Of course. She can sleep in my bed while I patch you up."

You lead the young girl to the bed and ensure she's tucked in. She thanks you quietly before you leave the room. You grab some first aid supplies from the bathroom cabinet on your way back.

"Sit."

You point Mike in the direction of the couch. He winces as you wipe the open cuts with alcohol wipes. You raise an eyebrow, “ You look like hell, Mike.” He scoffs in response.

“So you gonna tell me who did this to you, or am I just gonna have to keep wondering?”

Mike hesitates. You stop your movements to look at him with concern. He shakes his head, “You’re gonna think I’m crazy.” You sigh,

“Mike, I know you. Just tell me.”

And so he does. He explains everything down to the little details he can remember. It sounds crazy, it absolutely does. But you can’t bring yourself to think he’s faking it.

“I know it sounds crazy, but I know what I saw. She knows what she saw.” He points in the direction of the room Abby was soundly sleeping in.

“I believe you.”

He closes his eyes and exhales a large breath. You continue to clean the cuts along his face and head. “I don’t think you’ll need stitches.” He nods. There’s still an awkward tension between the two of you. He’s upset with himself for letting you leave the way you had, and you’re ashamed of yourself for letting him push you away. You break the silence at the same time,

“You know-“

“I’m sorry-“

You can’t help but laugh a little, and he smiles weakly back at you.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry too.” You continue.

He shrugs. “You were just looking out for me. I understand that now.” It means a lot coming from Mike. He’s stubborn, not usually one to admit when he’s wrong. It makes the moment all the more sincere. You smile slightly, letting a hand brush his cheek where a bruise is blossoming under the skin.

“I wouldn’t have said what I did if I didn’t care about you.”

He nods slowly and leans his cheek into your caress. You can feel the warmth of his hand as he lets it fall to your hip. His voice falls to a whisper.

“I care about you too.”

You smile and swipe a thumb over his bottom lip, where the plush skin has split from impact and smeared blood across his pale chin. He groans as he leans up, it’s only then that you notice the large gash on his side.

He attempts to stand, hobbling on his injured leg. “Mike,” He turns toward your bedroom, ready to grab Abby and get out of your hair. When he turns his back, you can see the blood seeping through his shirt and the large tear across his back. You grab his hand,

“Mike.”

He faces you again, letting a quick glance fall to your now connected hands. “Let her sleep, she’s alright. Let me help you.”

He stands awkwardly in front of your bathroom counter. His muscles flex with each touch of your fingers around his wounds, his fingers gripping the counter until his knuckles are white.

“I think it’d be best if you took this off.”

You’re awkwardly fiddling with the hem of his long sleeve shirt. He meets your gaze in the mirror and you feel small. Your voice is nearly a whisper, “I- I just can’t see.”

You stare at the floor as he pulls the shirt over his head. The gash is messy, but not deep enough to require stitches. Regardless, it’s covered in a thick layer of blood and sweat. You usher him to turn, and you see that the cut on his side is not better.

He can see the way your eyebrows screw together. “Is it that bad?” His voice has a touch of dread hidden in its tone. “I mean,” You glance at him.

“I don’t think you’ll need stitches, but you need to clean them or they’re gonna get infected.”

He swallows and nods. You walk to the shower, turning the knobs and adjusting the water to an appropriate and comfortable temperature. You clear your throat, “Here. I’ll, uh, I’ll let you…do your thing.”

You turn on your heels to give him privacy. As soon as your fingers touch the metallic surface of the doorknob, his hand catches your free hand, pulling gently. You turn toward him, meeting his eye. He pulls you closer and carefully pulls you into an embrace. You’re worried you’ll catch his wounds with your hands so you let them hover above his skin, not actually touching. But you want to.

You can feel his breath on your neck where he’s buried his face. He speaks into the sensitive skin, “Thank you. I don’t thank you enough.” That’s the moment you finally let your hands rest on his skin.

“You don’t have to thank me, Mike. I do it because I care about you.” You gently brush your fingers across his upper back, avoiding his cut. “Besides, you’d do it for me.”

He pulls himself from your neck, and you drop your hands from his back gently, expecting him to pull out of the embrace. But he stays close to you and only pulls back enough to see your face. Your cheeks are so hot. You can feel it and you know he can probably see it. He keeps his hands at your sides, just above your hips in a way that feels respectful. You allow yourself to put your hands on his forearms, thumbs resting in the bend of his elbows.

“Your water is gonna get cold.”

It’s a whisper as it comes out. He simply nods but doesn’t drop his hands from your sides. You smile shyly at him.

“Come with me.”

Your face is instantly hot and you’re suddenly hyper aware of the steam that’s building in the room and around the two of you. With your eyes wide and your mouth opening but no words coming out, he looks at you with hesitation, like he can’t believe the words actually left his mouth.

You can see the fear building on his expression the longer the silence drags on. Thoughts are racing through your head. You’d be lying if you said you’d never thought of this. You loved him. There’d always been a flutter in your stomach and a heat in your cheeks that let you know that perhaps it could be more than a friendship. You want that. But is this really how it’s going to happen?

You imagine the two of you going from childhood friends to becoming well acquainted with each other’s bodies in the span of one stressful night after not speaking for nearly a week. But there are no alarm bells going off in your head. You can’t bring yourself to feel ashamed.

So you kiss him. With his arms still around you and the heat from his bare chest creating a sense of protection from everything. With the whirl of water hitting the tub filling your ears. With the image of Abby sleeping soundly in your bedroom in your mind.

When you pull away, he looks at you with a sense of longing you’ve not seen on him before. You don’t want to say a word, not right now. It’ll be complicated. You know it will be. And you’ll have to have that conversation eventually, but right now the only thing you want is the heat of the water and the silk of his skin against yours.

So you finally unwrap yourself from him to begin working the buttons on your shirt. You’ve turned your brain off momentarily. Your fingers are on autopilot as they remove each article of clothing. If you allowed yourself to think, you’d surely turn in on yourself from the shame.

But when you’re finally bare and displayed in front of him, he doesn’t speak. He only looks with a fondness in his eyes that goes beyond a lustful stare. He slowly works his pants off his injured figure, wincing in the process, and soon he’s just as bare as you.

You’re shaking and cursing yourself internally for doing so. God, why were you shaking? You know he notices as he reaches his hand out to touch your arm lightly, grounding you in reality, and speaks, “Are you okay?”

You nod. More than okay.

The water feels heavenly as it beats against the skin of your back. Mike hobbles into the shower after you. He’s hesitant as you usher him to switch with you. It’s gonna hurt, but it’s necessary.

Your fingers lightly brush the wound on his back. He'd already been wincing slightly from the sting of the water, but your touch has him tensing immediately. You grab a cloth and dampen it enough to be effective in cleaning the general blood and grime from the afflicted wound.

The moment your cloth cover hand touches the  wound, he cries out through closed teeth, "Fucking- fuck!" His hands are planted against the shower wall in front of him. He bites his lip, holding in the whimpers of pain, trying his hardest not to wake Abby.

"Shh. It's okay, Mikey."

You let a gentle hand fall to his non injured side, brushing his skin. You're trying to sooth his tense and pained form as much as possible.

Soon enough you have both gashes cleaned up and ready to be bandaged. Mike turns to face you in the shower. His face still has a slight touch of discomfort to it, but he smiles weakly at you.

“Thank you.”

You smile back and nod. You’ve hardly said a word outside of attempting to sooth his pain with sweet words. The cold is starting to seep in from the tiny crack in the shower curtain. You can feel tiny goosebumps beginning to form on your skin. He frowns slightly and breaks the silence again.

“Did I cross a line…with this?”

Your head is already shaking before you can even comprehend the question. Like your body knows the answer before your mind does. “No, Mike.” He hesitates in his response, standing still and quiet before stepping towards you.

He seems to be able to move around a little better. You’re not sure if it’s the water cleaning the previously irritated wounds or if it’s the adrenaline pumping through his body. Either way you’re thankful as his hands are grabbing at your face and pulling you into another kiss.

It’s sloppier than the previous kiss you had shared, and he’s pushed you back so far that your back is hitting the cold tile of the shower wall. A fog has taken over your mind as you reach around his shoulders, digging your fingers into the plush muscle of his back.

The feeling of his tongue swiping into your mouth has sent you entirely mad. You’re whining slightly at the feeling and your eyes are half lidded. You can’t even think of the fact that this is your childhood best friend kissing you. Making you shudder. You can’t find it in you to care, you want him.

“Mikey…”

It’s a whispered moan as you let your head fall back against the tile, exposing the delicate skin of your neck to his wandering mouth.

Despite his injured form, his hands are tight around you. You'd thought of this before, in the heat of the night alone in your high school bedroom, hormones taking over completely.

You'd imagined the strong grip of his hands and the contrast of his plush lips. The bite of white teeth and soothing warmth of the hot water.

It’s absolutely divine, you think. He is divine. You know you’ll have dark bruises on your neck from the way he bites. You can’t help but run a hand through the hair on the back of his head and tug slightly. The moan is elicits rumbles through your neck and you want more.

You’re absolutely drunk off of the feeling of his body being this close to yours, nearly intertwined. You don’t even think when your nails swipe the cut on his back. That is until he lets out a yelp in the crook of your neck and promptly jump back.

You’re wide eyed immediately, realizing what you’d just done.

“I’m- I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, Mike.”

You can still see the remnants of a wince on his face but he laughs. And you find yourself letting out a nervous laugh with him. “It’s okay. I’m okay.”

You laugh again, holding the palm of your head to your forehead.

“We should probably get out. It’s getting cold.”

You nod.

━━━

You manage to sneak past Abby’s sleeping figure long enough to grab old clothes from your room. You find yourself thanking the universe than Abby is a heavy sleeper.

You’re also thankful that you hadn’t given Mike back an old t-shirt that he had left in your home years ago. He smiles at you when you hand it to him. He puts it on and examines the familiar print on the front.

“You’ve been holding this one hostage, huh?”

You gently nudge his shoulder and let out a chuckle. “Shut up.”

You’ve layered blankets in the middle of your living room floor. You speak as you lay pillows down on the makeshift palette. “Abby is sleeping peacefully, I’m not letting you drive home tonight, and there’s no way I’m letting you sleep on my tiny couch.”

You point exaggeratedly at the “bed” you’ve created for the two of you. “Ta-da.” You let yourself fall back onto the layers of pillows and blankets. It’s surprisingly cushioned. You sigh. “Actually not that bad, Mikey.”

He watches you with a smile from his seat on your couch. “You’ve really out done yourself.” He slides off the couch and into the layers of blankets and pillows next to you. He turns to rest on his uninjured side, facing you. It’s dark in the room, but you’ve left one lamp on. You can see his features glow under the warm light. You brush a hand on his cheek lightly.

“I’m glad you didn’t die tonight, Mike.”

He snickers, but you’re serious. The thought of his face on the news, just another tragedy at Freddy’s, haunts you. “I’m serious.”

He simply stares at you. “You’re not gonna go back there, right?” He closes his eyes and shakes his head slowly.

“I don’t know how I’m gonna take care of her. I can’t keep a job.”

Your thumb brushes at his cheek, soothing his tension. “I’ll help you. When have I ever left you alone in this?” You shiver as you think of the only time you’d walked out on him after that heated argument. You push the thought away and close your eyes.

“Really love you, Mike. You’re my best friend.”

You open your eyes hesitantly and you can see the shine of moisture in his. “Love you too.”

You place a kiss on his lips. It’s chaste, but full of a deep warmth. It leaves you wondering what comes next.

You tuck yourself in close to him.

“Goodnight, Mike.”

[dbnightingale24]

My Little Decoy

A StevexReaderxBucky Messy Triangle

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Another story for Patreon! So, for this one, I'm a bit anxious (when am I not?), because this definitely took off in the complete opposite direction of what I initially planned. That being said, I hope you all enjoy it!

Thank you as always to @fuckingbye for the amazing moodboard, I love you to bits for literally everything you do! I was in the middle of updating three other stories when this idea came to me, so please just work with me! (I'm so sorry I'm like this.)

Anywho, here we go!

Word Count: 34,776 (I'm not even gonna apologize anymore)

Warnings: Honestly, this entire fucking story. SMUT (MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY), Threesome, Lying, Infidelity, Emotional Cheating, Swearing, Drinking, Infertility, Family Drama, Angst, Lusting, Daddy Kink, Running Away, Tie Play, Cuff Play, Crying, Fluff, Best friends to lovers...that's all I can think of? They're honestly so many.

Song(s) That Inspired This Chapter: Don't Look So Blue, You Should've Seen Right Thru, I'm Using You, My Little Decoy

Summary: You truly do have the best intentions when you try to move on and suppress your feelings for your best friend Steve, and try to move on with Bucky. Unfortunately, life doesn't give a damn about intentions. Neither does love.

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I do not give consent/permission for my stories/works to get posted elsewhere. I do not condone this type of behavior, this is for entertainment purposes only.

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You wonder how the hell it got to this point in the first place as you lay in Steve’s soft bed sheets. What feels like it should be a quiet moment of peace is juxtaposed with your current reality; Bucky pounding on the front door and you and Steve conspiring to think of some kind- any kind- of excuse.

You truly don’t understand how it got to this. 

It all feels like it started so long ago. You didn’t even know 6 years could feel so fast, much less pass so quickly. You look around at where you are now, at Steve, as you listen to the shaking of the front door against Bucky’s fist as he continues thumping away. Fuck. What if memories lie? Maybe it is that long ago.

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6 Years Earlier...

“Babe, you ever had a night out in the city?” Bucky asked as you took off your gear.

Training was brutal and everyone was looking for a way to relieve stress. You knew The Avengers were all planning to meet up at some club downtown, but you had other plans. 

“I have, and as much fun as it can be, I have other plans,” you laugh as you take your hair out of the tightest ponytail you’d ever had it in. 

“Oh? What are you getting into?” Natasha laughs, making her way over with Bruce holding onto her as if he’d lose her.

“My friend’s band is playing tonight. I promised her I’d go if we finished up early enough.”

“Oh, this I gotta see!” Bruce chimes in as you laugh and shake your head. “You never let us have a peak into your personal life!”

“God, I haven’t been to a show in forever,” Natasha chimes in with raised eyebrows.

He wasn’t wrong. You played everything so close to the chest; wanting to keep those you love and care for the most safe...wanting to keep yourself safe. Since none of them were relenting (not to mention they’re the damn Avengers), you finally agreed and told them to meet you outside of your room at the compound in about two hours.

“Is it too late for me to get in on this?” Steve asks just as the group was about to disperse.

“There you are!” Bucky interjects before anyone has a chance to say anything. “Y/N is giving us a peak into her personal life! We’re all meeting at her place in two hours and going from there,” he laughs patting his best friend on the back. 

Steve looked at you with a cocked eyebrow and you just laugh and nod, giving him the ‘OK’ to tag along. Unbeknownst to the others, you and Steve hung out the most. No, he’d never been privy to your personal life, but you two spent a lot of time watching movies and listening to music together on the weekends. Occasionally, Bucky would get in on the action, but it was mainly you and Steve. You and Steve had a certain level of comfort that you didn’t have with the rest of them. It was more of an unspoken, private thing and that’s how the both of you preferred it. You both understood each other, and neither of you ever made the other feel sad or out of place for things that had gone wrong in each other’s past. You both had wounds you were still healing from, and you gave each other the space needed for that to happen. 

You’d always had a thing for Steve. He kept himself at a distance, so it was difficult for you to tell if he ever felt the same. After a while, you’d stopped trying and just accepted him as a friend. He told you that he’d wanted to go back and stay with Peggy, but he was too afraid to leave Bucky on his own again, so he’d come back instead. He wasn’t even sure if Bucky would ever be okay with being alone; Steve just stayed without asking him. It seemed like the right thing to do, and he didn’t hate the current timeline too much.

Soon enough, everyone is in your small little complex, drinking and laughing as you put together the last bit of your outfit. The thought of Steve joining all of you had you more anxious than you cared to admit, so you chalked it up to the normal anxiety of inviting your work colleagues into your personal life.

Which was more than fair.

“I’m sure you look amazing, lets go! I’m too excited for this!” Natasha hollers as she makes her way into your bedroom.

“Nat!”

“Oh, they’re all in there drinking away! You’re fine,” she laughs, closing the door behind her. “Well shit!”

“I swear to God, I’ll change right now!”

“No! You look amazing!” she promised as her hands covered her mouth. “None of us have ever seen you out of work clothes, and babe...you look amazing,” she laughs in shock. 

“Should I change? I don’t want to give anyone the wrong idea-”

“If you’re comfortable, who cares. No one wants to interfere with your personal life. I think we’re all more afraid of pushing you away,” she laughs.

“You really think it’s okay?”

“I mean, I think you’re hot as fuck,” she laughed as you rolled your eyes, “but I think you look amazing.”

“You sure?”

“Get enough alcohol in them , they won’t even notice when you leave for the bathroom,” she laughed.

Even though you laughed along with her, you knew better. James Buchanan Barnes kept his attention on you almost as well as Steve, but you never thought anything of it. It always had a more platonic feeling than with Steve, almost more familial.   

When you came out, Steve was the first to look at you. His mouth slightly agape was enough to make you wanna go back, but Bucky was quick to chime in-

“Someone is ready for a night out,” he laughed.

That’s all it took. 

Soon enough, you were taking shots and laughing with everyone else. Even Pepper and Tony were excited and joined you all. Your life was something so foreign to them, and you could tell that they all felt extremely excited that you trusted them enough. 

In all honesty, you felt more comfortable because Steve was there. You knew he’d never let anything happen to you, and you’d never let anything happen to him. If you were being completely honest, you’d only wanted to invite him out. How it spiraled, you’re still not sure but it did. It The only thing that felt off was letting him see you dressed as you were. It was weird for all of them to see you dressed as you were, but Steve couldn’t take his eyes off you.

You were in red plaid crop top, with tight fighting black jeans that hugged your hips in just the right way, and black low top heels. You put your hair in loose curls, and finished it off with eyeliner and mascara. After a brutal day of training, you really didn’t wanna spend forever doing your makeup, because you knew you’d wanna come home after everything was over and go right back to sleep. Yeah, everything was hugging your body in just the right way, but you weren’t about to change. 

You were introducing them to your life.

Before you all left, Thor filled three flasks with his mead from Asgard for himself, Steve, and Bucky and you laughed pretty damn hard.

“We wanna enjoy this night too,” he winked at you as you rolled your eyes. 

The walk was easy enough, but it felt like it took forever. People kept asking for pictures with the OG Avengers, they had a million questions, and of course they were all happy to be as kind as possible. It’s not that you minded all that much, but you really missed your best friend. Work had been kicking your ass, she had been extremely busy, and was in the middle of planning her wedding. Nights off were extremely rare, but actually getting to see her and her friends perform? It had been forever.

“You made it!” she squealed once you were finally inside the club with everyone, almost knocking you over with how hard she hugged you.

“I told you I’d show! Even if I would’ve only caught the last song,” you laughed as you hugged her back just as tight. “We still on for drinks after?”

“Fuck yes! Your tits look amazing in this top, we’re definitely getting free drinks out of it,” she beamed with a wink and you burst out laughing. “Okay, I’ve seen all of you on TV, but I still wanna officially meet everyone,” she smiled at everyone. “I’m Meg.”

As everyone went around introduced themselves, you made your way to the bar, to grab your signature Jack and Coke.

“Hell yes! You made it!” Meg’s finance, Paul, beamed as he made your drink.

“Why is everyone so shocked that I’m here?!”

“You haven’t been to a show in years!”

“Blah, blah, blah,” you muttered as you reached behind the bar and grabbed his pack of cigarettes.

“You bring the Avengers with you and you dare to steal from me?” he sneered sarcastically as he handed you your drink.

You laughed as you reached across the bar and kissed his cheek, “I’m sure our friendship will survive it.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Dude, I had no idea the place would be so packed tonight.”

“I have a feeling everyone here had a long ass Friday.” “Yeah, well they better treat my baby right.” “You two!”

He rolled his eyes as he flipped you off, “enjoy the show!”

“Thank you, Paaauuullll,” you sang out as everyone joined you.

You looked up to see Steve staring at you intently, and he quickly turned towards the stage when he realized he was caught. Before you could allow yourself to think on it or feel flattered, you heard your best friend yell from the stage as she started to make her guitar scream.

“We’re ‘Flowers of Cinnamon’, and thanks for spending your Friday night with us!”

From that moment on, you were barely paying attention to your surroundings. With the exception of your drink, you didn’t focus on anything other than your best friend rocking the fuck out. It had always just been a hobby for her, but she had always been so damn good at it. You envied how effortlessly performing came to her. The band was a cross between Paramore, The Bangles, and All Time Low, and they were just as amazing as you remembered. You wouldn’t have been able to stay still even if you’d wanted to. You sang and danced along to every song, bouncing around, and screaming your head off. You had no clue that Steve had been watching you with the biggest grin on his face, Bucky had been watching your chest bounce up and down, or that Tony had been recording your reaction to your best friend’s music, smiling so hard at your happiness.

Every other song, your best friend made eye contact with you and laughed, and nothing else seemed to matter. Thinking back on it, you wished it had, because maybe things wouldn’t have gotten so fucked up, but you were just so damn happy. The more drinks got, the more you danced and sang around, finally feeling comfortable and happy, even with your new set of friends watching you.

“Okay, this is gonna be our last song for the night,” Meg smiled into the microphone and she laughed at amount of “boos” they received. “Listen, I wanna get fucked up too!” she joked, gaining laughs from the crowd. “Okay, so tonight is extremely special because my best friend on the entire planet is here and brought her friends with her! Thanks babe! So, our last song is gonna be a cover of one of her favorite songs ever,” she winked at you as you cocked an eyebrow.

As soon as you heard the first cord of ‘Decoy’ by Paramore hum out of the speakers, you screamed so loud that everyone in your group (and Paul) started laughing. 

‘Close your eyes and make believe that this is where you wanna be

Forgetting all the memories, try to forget love cause love’s forgotten me

Well hey, hey baby, it’s never too late

Pretty soon you won’t remember a thing

All I’ll be distant, the stars reminiscing

Your heart’s been wasted on me’

You sang along so effortlessly as you started to jump up and down.

‘You’ve never been so used as I’m using you, abusing you

My little decoy

Don’t look so blue, you should’ve seen right through

I’m using you, my little decoy

My little decoy’

You linked arms with Nat, who clearly didn’t know the song, but was more than happy to sing and dance along with you. You glanced around and it made you so happy to see everyone else happy and having a good time. It’s not like you were a stick in the mud at work but, you never let loose. Even when it came to holiday and birthday parties, you were pretty damn reserved. The only person who can claim that they’ve seen you fucked up is Steve, and even then it was just you being wine drunk on the sofa while you two listened to albums and discussed work.

No, this was you letting lose and everyone accepting it. Accepting you. You looked over at Steve and he a look of pure love and adoration in his eyes, and it made your heart swell. 

God, you wished you would’ve paid more attention to the way both he and Bucky looked at you that night, but you were just so damn happy and having so much fun.

If you could turn back time...

“Am I still okay at singing?” Meg asked once she finally made her way over to all of you.

“Dude, you’re still fucking amazing!” you beamed as you wrapped her in a tight hug and she laughed. “That was so good! Thank you for playing ‘Decoy’, almost making me cry!”

“Aha!” she teased before she looked at everyone else. “What about Earth’s mightiest heroes? Were you all able to tolerate it?”

“That was amazing,” Tony laughed, Pepper nodding in agreement.

“Why don’t you do this full time?” Nat asked as you waived Paul down and got another drink for both you and Meg.

“If I did this full time, I’d be so stressed all the damn time,” Meg laughed, “I’m much happier painting.”

“What do you paint? Do you have a studio?” Clint inquired and a smile came to your face.

Things were going better than you could have ever imagined. 

As everyone got acquainted, you snuck to have a smoke. A few moments later, a smile came to your face when you saw Steve come out after you.

“You said you’re quitting those,” he nodded towards the cigarette in your hand. 

“I stole Paul’s,” you laughed, standing a little further from him so as to not get the smoke in his face. 

“I can handle it,” he laughed as he placed his black leather jacket on you. “You’re pretty...exposed and I don’t want you getting cold.”

“Well, aren’t you just the sweetest man?” you teased before you inhaled your cancer stick. “Who else knows about this? I’ll call the ‘New York Times’” He snickered as he shook his head, “quiet you.”

“Are you having fun tonight?”

“I am, I like you seeing like this.”

You scoffed, “crazy?” “Happy...content. Secure.”

You felt your cheeks heat up at his words, and the look he gave you along with it, had butterflies appearing in your stomach.

“We should get back inside,” you smiled at up at him as you ashed the last of your cigarette and threw it in the nearby trash bin. 

And maybe that’s when it started.

You just missed all the signs that night, because you were convinced Steve didn’t want you.

He convinced you he didn’t want you. 

When the two of you got back inside, Paul had just finished up his shift and the guys had finished helping Meg back up her equipment which she had decided to lock up in the manager’s office for the night. 

“Dancing! We need dancing!” she whined once her eyes landed on you.

“Hell yeah we do,” you laughed as you linked arms with both her and Nat.

Once again, you didn’t notice the way Bucky ogled you or the way Steve kept a close eye on you. When you all reached the next bar, you instantly ordered more drinks and pulled Nat and Meg onto the dance floor with you, still wearing Steve’s coat. He leaned against the bar, talking with Tony and Pepper, but still kept an eye on you. As Janet Jackson’s voiced filled the giant building, you danced around with the biggest smile on your face (at some point Meg had put her sunglasses on your face), smiling and waiving at Bucky when you saw his eyes glued to you.

Well, glues to your ass.

By the time everyone was ready to call it a night, you were drunk as shit.

“You’re not coming back to the compound?” Nat asked as she stumbled out after you.

“Nah, I wanna sleep in my own space tonight. It’s closer,” you giggled as you started giving out hugs.

“I can take you,” Bucky offered with a slick grin.

“I can take her, she’s on the way to my house,” Steve countered, and Meg cocked an eyebrow at you.

You just started dancing and walking. 

“Goodnight everyone! Get home safe! I love you all!”

You were drunk, tired, and in no mood to figure out whatever that was about. You just wanted to go home and get in your bed. You honestly don’t know why you didn’t go back to the compound that night, but it just felt right to go to your own home. You already spent so little time there to begin with. A few moments later, you heard the hurried footsteps of someone behind you, but you kept looking ahead.

“You’re impatient when you’re drunk,” Steve laughed as he came up beside you.

A small smile came to your face at the fact that Steve was the one to walk you home.

You giggled as you leaned into him, “my feet hurt.”

No sooner than you said it, he scooped you up.

“Steve!”

“You weigh nothing, don’t worry about it, darlin.” “It’s a 30 minute walk!” 

“I’m very well aware of where your apartment is.” “Steve-”

“Hush.”

You pouted but did as you were told, leaned into him, and took in the scent that was all his own. Something between woodsy and fresh cut grass. In your drunken state, he felt like home.

“Why didn’t you want Bucky to take me home?” you asked after a few moments, not missing the way he stiffened a bit.

“He’s a little buzzed and he gets a little handsy and flirty at times. I didn’t want him to bother you.” You giggled as you took in more of his scent, “you’re literally carrying me, Steve.” “You said your feet hurt.” “Are you a little buzzed?”

“I definitely don’t feel sober,” he chuckled softly and you softly sighed at the comfort of rumble in his chest.

“Do you wanna sleepover?”

“I’ll order a car service once I drop you off.”

“Why not order one now?”

“It was weird...everyone hanging out tonight. I feel like we haven’t hung out alone together in a while.” “Then why not sleepover?”

“Cause I should go home. I don’t wanna accidentally wake you up or something. You worked hard today and you need rest.” “So did you.” “Y/N.” “You’re so weird sometimes, Steve,” you huffed as you laced your hand with his.

“What are you doing?”

“Holding your hand like I’ve done a million times before. What’s wrong?” “Nothing.”

You rolled your eyes and mumbled, “alright weirdo.” “I’m not being weird.”

“You’re not being normal.”

He let out a frustrated huff, “did you have fun tonight?”

“So much fun, I’m so happy you came out.”

“I’ve missed you, darlin.” “I’ve missed you too. Steve?”

“Hmm?”

“Sleepover.”

“Y/N-” “See? You are being weird. You’ve slept over my place a ton before, in my bed, and it wasn’t weird. What’s so different about tonight?”

He muttered, “so many things.” “Like what?”

“It’s just been a long night.”

“Fine, whatever. Go home, see if I give a fuck.” “Hey!”

“You’re being weird and you won’t tell me why. You know I hate when you do that shit.”

“I just think I should sleep in my own bed, darlin’. I’m not trying to be weird or make you upset.”

He sounded so strained and you couldn’t read his facial expression, so you couldn’t see how torn up he was. You couldn’t tell how much he was at war with himself.

You couldn’t tell how much he wanted you.

He chuckled when you didn’t say anything, “don’t get quiet on me now.”

“Can you at least stay until I fall asleep? It won’t take long.” “Everything okay, darlin’?”

“Yeah Steve, I just miss you,” you confessed softly. 

“We’ll do a sleepover tomorrow, alright? We’ll have it at my house.” “Fine.” “Don’t be upset.” “I don’t care.” “You’re also a giant brat when you’re drunk.” “You’re saying that you miss me, but won’t spend time with me!”

God, you sounded like a brat to your own ears. That was a huge part as to why you’d never let him see you so inebriated. It’s why you never wanted anyone from The Avengers (or S.H.I.E.L.D for that matter) to see you so drunk. It became harder for you to suppress your feelings for Steve, and he’s all you wanted when you were drunk. For reasons unknown to you (at the time), Steve wanted to go home. That should’ve been enough, but your drunk wanted to hold him all night. 

You were going out of your way to start an argument. 

He let out a heavy sigh as he reached your complex, “I’ll stay-”

“Don’t do me any fucking favors-” “Will stop arguing with me? And stop with swearing, you know I hate it.” “Well maybe I hate you.”

He scoffed hard at that, “no you don’t.”

“You don’t know that-”

“Yes I do, so stop saying it. I’ll stay, okay?”

“And you’ll sleep next to me?”

“Yes darlin’, I will sleep next to you.”

You pressed a soft kiss to his neck and you felt his grip on you get tighter, “thank you, Steve!”

“Anything for you, sweetheart.”

That night, he was good to his word and slept next to you, letting use his chest as a pillow and you were asleep almost instantly. The next day, he was back to normal and you didn’t think anything of his behavior from the previous night. You had no reason to. However, from that day on, things did slowly start to change more. 

It started with Bucky coming around more, especially when Steve was with you. You couldn’t sense it, because has always been entirely too good at hiding his emotions, but he slowly became frustrated. So much that he basically stopped coming around all together. 

“Hey, are you busy?” you asked timidly as you approached his office one day.

“Yeah, unfortunately.” “Oh...okay then-”

“What’s wrong?”

“No, you’re busy and I don’t wanna take up your time...”

You could feel your eyes welling up and didn’t know why. Steve always had a way of making you so damn soft and vulnerable, and you truly hated it.

You still hate it. 

“Darlin’-” “Please stop calling me that. The guy who started calling me that doesn’t seem to exist anymore. If he does, he’s making sure to stay away from me.”

“He still exists-” “Then what’s going on? Why are you staying away from me?”

He sighed as he threw down his pen, “nothing-”

“Alright, if you’re just gonna lie to me-” “I’m not lying!”

“Steve, you saw me walking with Bucky yesterday and literally turned in the other direction and walked away.” “You guys are just hanging out a lot now and I don’t wanna third wheel-” “You wouldn’t third wheeling! We’re just friends!”

“Y/N...” “Steve, why are you just abandoning me? You’re the one I’m closest to and you know that. You’ve always known that,” you sobbed as you closed the door behind you.

“Please don’t cry-” “Then why are you abandoning me?! What did I do wrong?!”

“Nothing-”

“Then what the fuck?! You’ve been acting so strange, but you’re saying I haven’t done anything! If I didn’t do anything, what the fuck is going on with you?!”

He let out another frustrated sigh and just stared at you, clearly at war with himself.

“Fuck this and fuck you, I give up,” you sobbed as you dried your eyes. 

“Darlin’”

“Stop calling me that! I’m just Y/N and you’re just Steve. I can’t do this with you anymore!”

After you stormed out, things only got worse, because you’d never felt so low and alone in your life. Unless it had to do with a mission or training, you barely even looked his way. The farther you got away from Steve, the more Bucky swooped in. In fact, the more you look at how everything happened, you realize that things wouldn’t have gotten so bad if you’d just shut things down with the both of them. 

However, it’s not as if thinking with a broken heart ever lead to a good thing. 

You cried a lot and Bucky was just there for you. He was sweet, he listened, and let you keep your secrets. Sure, he asked what happened between you and Steve (everyone was), but he dropped it when you told him you wouldn’t be talking about it.

You can’t explain what you don’t know. 

“Hey doll, we’re goin’ out tonight. You wanna come? Invite Meg!” Bucky asked one night after you let him in your apartment on the compound.

“Nah, I’ve got a hot date with a black and white French film and a few glasses of wine,” you smiled weakly.

“You can’t stay in here forever.”

“I don’t. Sometimes I go home.” “Babe-”

“I just wanna stay in, Buck,” you sighed as someone else knocked on your door. “I guess I’m just the most popular girl in the world.”

When you opened it the second time, Steve stood there looking just as upset as you felt. Instead of even trying to attempt to hear him out, a rage flared up inside you and you had to force yourself to not shove him. As far as you were concerned, he had a lot of fucking nerve to show up at your place after all the shit that happened in his office. 

“What?”

“I wanted to know if you’re coming out tonight-”

“No.”

“Well, can I come in and we can talk? I know I owe you an explanation-”

“I don’t want an explanation anymore, Steve,” you lied harshly, “I just want you to leave me alone. I stood in your office and cried like a fucking dumbass...that was a month ago. Now you wanna talk? Just leave things as they are.”

You truly wish you hadn’t spoken out of anger because none of it was true. You cried over him whenever you were alone, you missed hanging out with him, you missed falling asleep next to him...you missed Steve. Your Steve.

You’ve always been a hot head. 

“Darlin-” “What have I told you about that?” “Y/N, just give me a few minutes-”

“No, go away. Unless it has to do with work, we don’t have anything to talk about.” “You don’t mean that,” he more pleaded than told you.

“I’ve never meant it more!”

“Y/N-”

Bucky sighed as he came up behind you, “she just needs to cool off, Pal.”

If you hadn’t been so upset and hurt you would’ve laughed at how wide Steve’s eyes got.

“We’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay?”

“I thought you were coming out. It was your idea in the first damn place,” Steve snapped.

“I don’t wanna leave Y/N while she’s this upset. She shouldn’t be alone right now.”

Steve opened his mouth to say something, but all that happened was he clenched his jaw and looked away before he stormed off, punching the wall on his way out.

You should’ve spoken to him. You should’ve gone after him. Instead you pushed past Bucky and made yourself your first glass of wine of the night.

“Babe-”

“Buck, if you’re gonna stay here tonight, please no lectures. I just wanna be upset, okay?”

He just nodded solemnly, “I get it. No lectures, just drinks and weird French movies,” he smirked and you quietly laughed. 

Here’s the thing: it’s not that you never found Bucky attractive, you just never thought about him. You were always thinking about Steve. However, at that time, thinking about Steve brought you too much pain and you didn’t want to feel anymore pain for a while. You just wanted to feel numb. You’d rather have nothing, the void, than hold onto the pain Steve’s brought on. 

You rested your legs on him when he sat next to you, not thinking anything of it. When he started stroking your leg after the third glass of wine, you still didn’t think anything of it. You only started to pick up on his actions when he squeezed your thigh a little.

“Buck?”

“Yeah doll?” “What are you doing?”

“Trying to help you relax and feel better.”

“Buck-”

“I’ve never seen you this upset, babe. I just wanna help.”

The thought and the offer were tempting. You couldn’t remember the last time you had gotten off to something other than your vibrator. Of course you’d made subtle advances towards Steve, but he’d clearly turned you down. Plus, the women around the compound did talk. While Bucky had a reputation for being a skirt chaser, he also had a reputation for wearing women out in the best way.

It’s not like you were looking for anything. You just wanted to forget for awhile. 

He tested the waters a bit more by sliding his hand further up your leg, waiting to see how you’d respond. 

You placed your wine glass on the ground and opened your legs for him a bit, “you just wanna make me feel better?”

“So fuckin’ good, doll,” he husked, as he reached between your legs and easily ripped your panties off, “just lay back and enjoy, baby.”

His movements were slow, but his kisses were desperate. It felt good, but off. Not to mention you felt more guilty with every kiss he gave you, like you were betraying Steve.

‘Fuck Steve,’ you told yourself mentally, ‘he had his chance and he clearly didn’t want it.’

You closed your eyes in a vain attempt to shut out any thoughts of Steve, but that only made his face come to mind. You let out a sound between a moan and a frustrated grunt as you pulled Bucky’s hair.

“Please!”

“Tell me how bad you want it,” he smirked, his hot breath lapped at your pussy.

“So fucking bad, please! Need it!”

“Love seeing you like this,” he cooed, before he dipped down and dove in and his lewd moans filled the room.

This was the moment Bucky became your “decoy”. You didn’t want him in the same way he wanted you, but part of you felt like he didn’t actually give a shit. Since he’d lost Nat to Bruce, Bucky wasn’t ever really looking for a relationship. He liked to play around, entertain a woman (or two) for a few months, then he’d move on. As far as you were concerned, that night was only supposed to be a one time thing. 

“F-fuck!” you moaned, doing your best to be in the moment as you lulled your head back while he fucked you with his tongue and massaged your clit with his thumb. “Feels so good, Buck!”

You weren’t lying completely. It’s not as if Bucky was bad at eating you out, he just wasn’t the one you wanted doing it. 

You felt him smirk against your folds, and started to grind your pussy against his face, forcing yourself to focus on all the pleasure you felt instead of everything else.

‘Steve doesn’t want you. Steve doesn’t want you. Stop thinking about Steve!’ you told yourself mentally.

When he switched up and started sucking on your clit, he easily pressed two fingers into your soaked folds. You felt the knot in your core tighten and snap.

“FUCK!” you cried out as you came hard and a few tears escaped your eyes.

You hated how the tears weren’t from pleasure, but you masked it well enough as he fucked you through your high.

“Take off that fuckin’ shirt, baby. Let me fuckin’ see you,” he husked as he took off his own shirt and started to undo his jeans. 

You were quick to do as he said, taking all of him as you ignored how uncomfortable you felt being so bare beneath him as his mouth glistened with your juices.

You were doing this to feel better, so why weren’t you feeling any better?

“Waited so fuckin’ long, baby,” he groaned as he dipped down and worshiped each of your breasts while his thumb made little circles on your clit.

“Bucky!”

“I know baby, I’m gonna take care of you, gonna take such good care of you,” he moaned before you felt his tongue on the side of your neck, licking up little beads of sweat. 

You took a deep breath and told yourself you wanted it as you felt him at your entrance. You wanted Bucky. You just needed to let yourself relax.

“Jesus, you’re fuckin’ tight!” he grunted as he pushed into you.

“Oh fuck!”

“I know you can take me, baby! Your wet little pussy is squeezing me so tight, baby!” “Please don’t stop,” you whimpered as you wrapped a leg around his waist, trying to hang on to him as he fucked into you hard and fast.

You wanted this. You agreed to this.

He pushed himself up with his metal arm and looked down at you adoringly, “wanted you for so long, doll. Waited for...ah fuck!”

To avoid feeling anymore guilt, you wrapped an arm around him to pull him close and kissed him passionately, moaning into his mouth when you felt him fill you to the brim. He rode out both your highs before he rested his forehead against yours.

“So good, baby. You tired?” he asked, breath still coming heavy.

You just closed your eyes and shook your head no.

“Good girl.”

Bucky kept at it for a while, not feeling any real pleasure until he brought you off (which you had to fake half the time). There was nothing wrong with him. You found him attractive, and you knew that he wanted you, but it just wasn’t what you wanted. All of it felt so hollow and emotionless on your end. You felt like you were acting and Bucky was working his ass off to please you; to make matters worse, your phone kept going off and you knew who it was.

Steve would’ve hated you if he knew what you were doing and who with, but a part of you felt like he already did. When you both were done, Bucky was a gentleman. He pulled your shirt over your head, carried you to bed, and held you close until you both fell asleep.

You didn’t cry until the next day when you woke up alone in an empty apartment. You ignored calls from both Bucky and Steve, and eventually Bucky was the only one texting you.

Something in you knew that Bucky had confirmed his suspicions, and you just knew he was furious. You and Steve both knew Bucky wasn’t a bad guy, he was just a player and Steve never wanted that for you. 

Eventually you cracked and called Meg, and cried while you told her everything. 

“Well...fuck,” she muttered once you finally got everything out. “Are you sure Steve knows?”

“His calls and texts were incessant until they weren’t. He hasn’t done either in the last 3 hours.”

“Oh yeah no, he definitely fucking knows. Bucky?”

“Bucky went from every 30 minutes to every other hour.”

“Well, what’s wrong with him?” “Nothing...”

“Except?” 

“He’s not Steve.”

“Yeah, but Steve passed up on you, and he was kind of a dick about it. He waited a month until after the office situation? You’ve been showing him your available for how many years? I know you love him, but-”

“I don’t love him.”

“Yeah, cause that’s you’re crying to me about him instead of the skirt chaser that fucked your brains out?”

“Meg.”

“I’m not being insensitive, I’m being honest. Bucky was there last night, clearly wanted you, was with you all night, and all you could think about was Steve. Today, even though Bucky is still texting you, you’re more upset that Steve isn’t because you know he knows. If I were you, I’d be more worried about the guy that’s used to fucking around breaking my heart, than the guy who isn’t,” she sighed.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Steve had his chance, I need to let him go. I’ve been in my room crying all day...I have to stop.”

“Can you?”

“I don’t have much of a choice do I?”

“Babe, if you could end up with Steve, I’d prefer that, but that’s not really an option. Even if he came back, he gave you the run around for a bit. Just focus on you for now and what you want. You always want to make others happy, and you need to focus on you.”

“You’re right. I know you’re right.”

“Do you need me to come over?”

“No, being alone is good for me right now.”

“Alright, I love you, Y/N. It’s gonna be okay.”

You let out a heavy sigh as you sobbed, “I love you,” and hung up.

You ignored Bucky for the rest of the day, feeling guilty about it, but knowing it was for the best. You’d done enough wrong and you truly did need to focus on you and what you wanted.

However, before you fell asleep, you broke down and checked all your texts from Steve.

O Captain, My Captain: Darlin, please just talk to me. I’m so sorry.

O Captain, My Captain: I’m not going out tonight, please just answer me.

O Captain, My Captain: Don’t do anything with Bucky. He’s my best friend, but he’s not worthy of you. He won’t treat you right and you know that.

O Captain, My Captain: Please just answer me.

O Captain, My Captain: If I could take back my actions, I would. I’m so sorry. If you’d just talk to me, I’d be able to make you understand.

O Captain, My Captain: Please talk to me. I miss you so much.

O Captain, My Captain: I’m going to sleep, but give me a call whenever.

O Captain, My Captain: Seriously? All night and you’re still not talking to me?

O Captain, My Captain: Baby, please just talk to me. We’ve never gone this long without talking, and I fucking hate it.

O Captain, My Captain: Y/N...please.

O Captain, My Captain: Bucky just left. You’ve made yourself loud and clear, and fine. I got it.

O Captain, My Captain: Do whatever the fuck you want.

When you woke up the following day, you had the biggest headache from crying, and the last thing you felt like doing was facing either of them. You had a job to do though, and criminals didn’t stop being criminals just because you had a broken heart. Even though you were slower to dress than usual, you were still on time for training, and God, it was brutal.

Bucky kept looking at you, Steve wouldn’t even look your way, and you couldn’t focus. You’d never had a day so bad, and all you wanted was to crawl back into bed. During the meeting after, you just leaned against the wall, barely listening to anything Nick had to say. The one time you bothered to look up, you looked over at Steve and was glaring at you. 

God, you really fucking hated yourself. 

“Doll, wait up!” Bucky called after you once the meeting was over.

You’d practically run out of the room.

“Bucky, I really just want-”

“What did I do wrong?” he breathed once he caught up to you. “Everything seemed fine on Saturday, I thought we both enjoyed it.”

You didn’t miss the way Steve quietly scoffed as he walked past the both of you.

“Bucky, I just-”

“Did I hurt you? What...I really like you, Y/N. I have for a while and I just...was I too eager?”

You honestly hadn’t expected that.

“Wait...what?”

“I never said anything, because I thought you and Steve had a thing going, but that’s clearly not happening. You were just so upset on Saturday and I wanted to make you happy, and I’ve wanted you for so long...what did I do?”

Trash. You felt like absolute trash.

“I need to get to my room.” “Y/N-”

“Just...I’ll talk to you later, okay? You didn’t do anything wrong, I promise. I just have a lot going on in my head. I just need to be by myself for a while.”

“Please just-”

“I’ll talk to you later, okay? I’m sorry.”

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You can read the rest here.

[jeanie-g]

86 and JackNico please!

so, my actual #86 was lame so i did 8+6 instead! Gave me much more to work with lol. um, this is very nsfw btw.....i mean, it's a song about masturbation, what do you expect.

[#14] Guilty as Sin? (Taylor Swift)

My bedsheets are ablaze, I've screamed his name / Building up like waves crashing over my grave / Without ever touching his skin / How can I be guilty as sin?

• It started as a fluke. Jack, a hand on himself, almost there but not quite, needing just a little more to push him over the edge. Out of nowhere, Nico popped into his head, and in an out-of-character fit of horny desperation, Jack pictured his hand being the one jerking him off. It only took three more strokes before he finished, a whimper nearly leaving his lips. When Jack came back to himself, he stood and stared at the shower wall for three whole minutes, his fingers pruning up under the spray of the water.

• Afterwards, he wrote it off as a weird, one-off accident. He was already close; he could've thought of a Gatorade bottle and still have his brain tint it in some nonsensical, sexed up light. Nico only popped up because they were supposed to go for bagels in an hour. (And if Jack looked away when Nico spread his cream cheese, that was unrelated.)

• When it happened a second time, Jack was drunk, so obviously it didn't count. He'd had this weird, anxious energy all night, and when he stumbled into his bedroom at home, was so unexplainably horny that he had to jerk off immediately.

• As he put a hand on himself, he closed his eyes, flipping through various mental images to act as aids. He'd danced with a hot blonde at the club, and his mind drifted to the feel of her hips under his hands, the hotness of her breath when she whispered into his ear.

• It didn't take long for the images to change, though, because right beside the girl was Nico, dancing with her brunette friend. His tee shirt stuck to his back, sticky with sweat and beer, and his styled hair was becoming loose from the humidity. He was smiling so wide, Jack remembered. His hand was on the brunette's ass.

• And like his mind was running out from under him, suddenly it was Jack in the brunette's place—Nico squeezing his hip and draping an arm on his shoulder. Jack could picture it so clearly, and as his hand sped up, he could feel that familiar coil tighten in his gut.

• Distantly, he heard his brain scream, What are you doing? That's Nico! but it felt too good for Jack to care. The fantasy played on, and right when Nico ducked to capture Jack's lips, Jack snapped his eyes open and came all over his belly.

• (And when he woke up the next morning, hungover and ashamed, he blamed the alcohol and didn't jerk off for a week and a half.)

• But what's that thing people say about the rule of 3? This time it was in Carolina, Jack spent (and very much sober) after an 8-2 loss to the Canes. He was frustrated—with himself, with the refs, with the team. They weren't together out there, and with every loss, Jack had to stop himself from mentally tallying how many points they needed to still make playoffs.

• He needed a distraction. He tried watching whatever was playing on TV, but every show or movie annoyed him. He scrolled on his phone for a while, but messages from friends and family commiserating the loss made his attitude sour even further. He even tried to go to sleep early, but he was too restless.

• So, really, it was only as a means of calming himself down that he brought his knees up and stuck a hand down his pants. With his free hand, he picked his phone back up (now on Do Not Disturb) and opened PornHub. Some of the thumbnails alone had him chubbing up, but nothing was scratching that itch that Jack felt creeping along his bones. Until he saw one that made his stomach swirl and his toes scrunch up.

• It was a video of two young men, the taller one draped over the shorter's back as he penetrated him. And—Jack had watched gay porn before. He was curious if nothing else, but he rarely indulged himself. Right now, though, it's like his head was filled with static as he selected it and pressed play. And as he watched, the taller one's head popped into view, and—

• He had black hair and a mustache, and dimples when he smiled. It wasn't Nico (because of course it wasn't) but the resemblance was enough to get Jack's heart pounding in his chest. And because he always had to self-sabatoge, he immediately imagined what Nico would be like in bed. If he'd be the one on top, manhandling whoever was below him, and pounding into them so hard the bed frame shook.

• Because Nico pulled; he never made a show of it, but he never hid it either. It always made Jack's skin simmer in a way he could never identify. And it was simmering in a different way now, Jack bucking his hips to fuck his own fist as he let himself imagine it while he watched—Nico fucking that brunette from the club, or that redhead from Dallas with the big tits.

• But it wasn't a girl the guy was fucking in the video. It was another guy. And like clockwork, the fantasy morphed until it was Jack who was under Nico, taking him shamelessly, panting while Nico muttered sweet nothings into his ear and lit him up from the inside out.

• "Nico, fuck," Jack whispered, fist flying, tears welling up in his eyes. "Shit."

• The video man's hips stuttered to a stop, and with a groan, the other man finished, too. Jack wondered what noises Nico made when he went over the edge, and then Jack was coming so hard his ears rang.

• It took almost a minute for Jack to catch his breath. The video ended with a freeze frame of the bottom's chest glazed with sweat and come, and Jack slowly put down his phone. He lied back and stared at the ceiling, post-nut clarity hitting him hard. He just jerked off to the thought of his teammate—his captain—fucking him. That couldn't be good, right?

• Jack felt his phone vibrate, and picked it up to check.

• Nico: Can't sleep. Wanna watch a movie?

• Jack let the phone drop to his chest. If this was some sort of cosmic punishment, Jack thought that maybe he deserved it.

[luciluck2046-md]

Murder Drones: Glowing Future AU

6. A failed date and another drone

"Sooo, you need help to arrange a date." Lizzy asks me after I explain my problems. "And you came at me because?"

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"You had like 5-6 lovers and I know that you like a specific girl, so can't you just help a fellow friend of yours?" I ask her. I don't really want to interact with her, but I have a weapon that must be used.

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"And what do I get in return?" She asks back, checking her nails. I can hear V and J giggling from their bedroom.

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"A date from that girl." I smirk.

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"Wasn't she dead?" She puts another question.

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"Well we're still searching for ways to get her back, so uhhhh, just wait and trust my promise?" I say a bit embarrassed. I'm talking about Doll. She told me that she still likes her. And Doll heard that. And she likes her back. The reason none of them told each other was because they didn't know????? But now I have to arrange a date with those two. If I find a way to move Doll from my head to a device or even another drone. Hopefully that will happen soon since I can't stand two voices anymore, Cyn is always commenting and Doll is critiquing too much.

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"Alright I think we may have a deal. Get inside." She tells me, making way for me to enter her house.

Our teacher is sitting in the living room correcting some tests... I see N's test having dogs drawn all over it and a big B. I'm not surprised. After we pass the living room, we enter Lizzy's bedroom, where V and J are painting each other's nails. The bedroom is big and wide, with big pink walls and a light beige floor.

"Girls, do you have any idea of what kind of date N would like? Uzi wants to do a date thingy." Lizzy mumbles at the two girls.

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Me and N are walking along the hallways to get to the cinema. I can't even explain how much it took me to get mom AND Tessa let me go on this date with N. Apparently Tessa is harder to please than mom...

"I can't wait to see what movie you chose!" N tells me excited.

It's Beetlejuice. I wanted to go with Oppenheimer but I am pretty sure he wouldn't like it. I don't even know how they got that movie at the cinema. It's almost 1100 years old! That thing sure is ancient... I had to search so much to get the original version. Until... I virused the laptop.

At least me and Doll got to an agreement. If she shuts up, I will actually go to sleep earlier and try to get some full 8 hours! Since she's also getting affected by my bad habits. But with Cyn... The bow she wears is multipurpose.

N keeps talking about how excited he is to see the movie all the way, then we get to the doors of the cinema.

I push the doors, but they won't flinch. I look more carefully at them.

"AWWW COME ON!!" I yell annoyed. On the door it's a note.

"Today we're closed because of some unexpected circumstances"

I see some water leaking at the bottom of the doors... I think the roof wasn't cleared of the snow and it got too much...

"I guess there's no film..." I mumble.

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"Wait, have you seen that movie?" He asks me.

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"Well yeah? I wouldn't have chosen it if I didn't watch it." I tell him.

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"Can you tell me what it was about? Or even describe the movie in detail!" He tells me, smiling.

I laugh. I think he may have liked the movie.

"Well... It all starts with a couple, that in my opinion gives off some very bisexual vibes, that are spending their holiday at home..."

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"Haha! That's some unseen twist!" N says after I finish talking about the movie.

We were sitting on the floor, leaning onto the walls of the hallway.

"Yes! I really like old stuff, as you can see. Wait, what's the time?" I say. I don't have my own clock anymore, I kind of erased it from existence like a year ago... Exploring my files and trying to skip school really made me fuck up a lot of things.

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"It's 6:49 pm." N responds.

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"Huh? So 12+6 is... IT'S ALREADY 17:50!?!?" I yell surprised. "We were supposed to go to the cafe twenty minutes ago! HURRY!!!" I yell, taking his hand and NOT waiting for an answer. Lizzy, V and J decided to come with me at the cafe, and I told them to meet up at 17:30.

We're running in the hallway to get to the cafe in time. It's one I used to regularly visit to draw, and the workers there are so sweet!

We arrive at the cafe in a record time, and I open the door, mumbling "Good Afternoon!" and going straight to the furthest table that is there

"Sooooo, wanna see my sketchbook?" I ask N, throwing my notebook on the table. The English notebook, aka my sketchbook starts out with two lessons and goes on with bored doodles.

"That's... Your English notebook." He mumbles confused.

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"No it's not." I disagree.

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"I can see that it's being written in the first pages."

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"Go further."

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"Oh WOW! THOSE LOOKS SO GOOD!!!"

I laugh

"Of course they look good, I was bored as fuck and I had to do something." I tell him.

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"Oh, I've been meaning to ask you... Why do you keep skipping school?" He asks me.

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"... I just don't want to go, and I finally found an excuse." I say, avoiding saying the true reason. He doesn't need to know. At least not yet. "On the school theme, do you like it until now?" I ask him, changing the subject.

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"Yeah, but it's kind of boring... I already know everything, Tess already taught me more in a week than your teacher in the whole year." He explains bored.

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"I KNOW, RIGHT!? MR. SMITH SUCKS ASS!" I say loudly. Several people are looking at us. I try to ignore them.

But the bad has already been done. People have noticed N, and they're giving him too much attention. And it's not the chill one.

"Who brought in the serial killer-" I hear someone say, but I take my backpack and trow it with FORCE at them. I think N noticed the attention now-

"You Think?" Cyn mumbles in my head. She doesn't like talking to me like that but I'm sure she HAD to comment.

"Oh, hi everyone! I'm Serial Designation N!" He says without realizing that he's not wanted. Oh, I wish I would have been so innocent...

He turns back towards the table and I sign to everyone that I'm going to stab them with my pen if they don't leave. And I make that very clear. Luckily they understood the message, and left N alone.

"Uhhhh can you tell me more about dogs?" I ask him, remembering what V told me.

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"OH SURE!!!! The dog (Canis familiaris or Canis lupus familiaris) is a domesticated descendant of the wolf. Also called the domestic dog, it was selectively bred from an extinct population of wolves during the Late Pleistocene by hunter-gatherers..." He starts explaining to me the whole Wikipedia page. I get comfy, knowing that he's gonna talk for a while...

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"UGHHHHH THIS WAS SHIIIIT!" I yell, running in my room and jumping in my bed. I get facedown in my pillow and groan loudly.

The date was awful! First the cinema closed, then the cafe RUINED N's sketchbook, then I "overreacted" when J "accidentally" spilled OIL all over N's new clothes...

This date was a BIG FUCKING FAIL.

N enters the room shyly, and he tries to say something but I talk over him.

"Sorry about this..." I mumble loudly. "I made you expect a wonderful date but it was all only shit." I add disappointed.

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"Hey... Uzi, before I say what I want to, let's go somewhere, shall we?" He tells me.

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"Where?" I ask rolling my eyes. "Where else could we go? I'm already banned from that cafe." I mumble. I actually liked going there, but me snapping at J after all the stress I felt...

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"The rooftop? The moon is especially beautiful right now." He smiles. And I smile back.

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"Alright..."

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We're both laying on the rooftop, looking at the sky, CLOSE to each other, holding hands like the lovers we are.

We're both quiet. He said that he wants to tell me something, but I think he may have forgotten. Or not. I don't know. But I decide to break the silence.

"N... Sorry for having the worst first date..." I mumble embarrassed. "Your notebook is all soggy, your clothes are ruined, J is mad at me..."

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"Oh Uzi... What I wanted to tell you is that this is actually the best date ever!" He laughs. "I didn't care about the movie, but it was fun to listen to you describe everything about it. And the sketchbook? I can always get another one. But I would never exchange the time we spend drawing for anything else!" He tells me, smiling and chuckling.

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"But your new clothes are dirty now..." I try to say. All he told me until now is really, really sweet... But I don't want to believe him.

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"They are CLOTHES Uzi, there's no problem that they got dirty a bit faster than usual. But it showed me that you would do anything to protect me, and that's really cute!" He explains. I blush slightly as he tightens his grip on my hand.

I don't say anything, but I'm thinking about all he said. Then I remember how Tessa tested me a week ago... And I want to ask him about it. But I wait for a little break. After about another ten minutes I speak to him.

"N? Can I ask you something..? There's something that Tessa said that's been bugging me for the past week..." I mumble.

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"Oh, sure! What is it?" He asks relaxed.

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"... What do you like about me..?" I ask him. Even if what she said was mostly a trick, I really don't know... "I mean, most of me is shit too."

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"Don't say that! Everything about you is perfect for me. You're funny, interesting, caring, strong, confident, brave, and so much more! I can't say everything I like about you." He explains to me, smiling.

I am speechless. He really thinks that about me? That's... Surprising. And calming. I feel a little less tense than before. After a while that felt like an eternity, I finally talk again.

"Thanks..." I tell him, moving a little closer.

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"What did Tessa tell you?" He asks me.

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"... She tested my self trust and things like that..." I mumble embarrassed.

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"Oh. Well you should really believe in yourself a bit more! But I can help you, if you let me." He tells me. He's so sweet...

There's another silence. This one's awkward. Very awkward. I move even closer to him.

"What abou-"

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"So uhm-"

We both say, moving our heads in unison.

And kissing each other by accident.

I jump back, surprised and blushing.

"EWWWW, GROSS!!!" I yell, trying to hide how flustered I am.

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"You don't think it's gross, so why are you saying that?" N chuckles.

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"BECAUSE IT IS!" I yell embarrassed.

N chuckles even more.

"Well, it was an accident." He says amused. "UNLIKE THIS!!!" He yells, actually kissing me on purpose. For 5 long seconds.

I move back flustered and speechless. He laughs loudly, but in a cute way.

"О МОЙ РОБО-БОГ УЗИ, Хватит ДУМАТЬ ОБ ЭТОМ, ЭТО ПРОСТО ПОЦЕЛУЙ. / 𝙾𝙷 𝙼𝚈 𝚁𝙾𝙱𝙾-𝙶𝙾𝙳 𝚄𝚉𝙸 𝚂𝚃𝙾𝙿 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙸𝚃, 𝙸𝚃'𝚂 𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙰 𝙺𝙸𝚂𝚂." Doll yells at me annoyed. I guess she's done with our "shut up and I'll get 8 hours of sleep" deal. Well, neither of us will get enough sleep. >:3

"You're so cute when you're flustered!" He tells me, hugging me tightly. "Also I got you back in your happy mood!"

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"Yes you did-" I say, but I hear a crash and feel some strong wind passing me.

Then I hear a boom.

Both me and N turn surprised to see smoke coming from behind the bunker. We fly down to check what happened.

It is... A DISASSEMBLY DRONE!?!?

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"N, weren't you and your gang the only Disassembly Drones????" I ask him confused. He doesn't answer. I see that his left eye displays the classic X, but with a D underneath it.

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"Uhhh, no? OHHH I REMEMBER WHO SHE IS!!!" He says surprised.

I think he's talking about the drone that's in front of us...

She isn't regenerating.

Yet.

I hope there won't be any worm thing.

Oh fuck.

She moved.

"AGH SHE'S ALIVE KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER!" I yell, jumping behind N, since I don't have my railgun. I clearly don't trust her to be inoffensive and not attack me the first second she sees me.

Her broken screen displays some glitchy eyes, blinking fast. The usually all yellow crown has one of the lights red, and her left ear's tip is red instead of yellow. From all I know, this means that she's offline. Offline from what? I didn't ever ask.

She gets up, ignoring us, and getting dust off her clothes. She's shaking. A LOT.

"Ughh... I should have kept my glasses." She mumbles in a weird voice.

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"... D? You're alive!?!?" N yells, getting closer.

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"OH SHIT, UHHHH... GOOD AFTERNOON CAPTAIN N! SERIAL DESIGNATION D AT YOUR SERVICE!" She yells panicked after hearing his voice.

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"Did she just call you captain N!?!?" I ask him surprised.

D's ear moves towards my voice, then she JUMPS in the air and flies towards me with some impressive speeds.

"OH SHIT N RUN!!" I say, getting out of the way.

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"Why didn't YOU kill this drone, what the fuck???" D asks surprised.

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"I... I don't understand what you mean?" N asks confused.

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"... YOU ARE NOT N. HE WAS THE ONE WITH THE HIGHEST BODY COUNT, AND YOU DON'T EVEN TALK LIKE HIM. But you do have his clothing and hairstyle, and mimic his voice well..." She rumbles.

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"Uhhh... I still don't know what you're talking about... Anyway, you seem to be... Very damaged. Do you want to get some help or..?" N asks confused. He seems like he's genuinely confused.

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"Oh yeah, the reason I came... WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO WITH TESSA!?!?" She yells annoyed, getting a blade at N's neck.

I will not tolerate this.

I use my solver to push her back, and get ready to KILL HER if she dares to do anything to N.

"Oh, you know Tessa!? She's in the bunker, you know?" He explains smiling, completely ignoring the threat.

I look at him disappointed. He cannot just give out info like that.

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Ohh, surprised that they kissed? TWICE? There are no words on this sweet earth to express the satisfaction I got while writing that >:3

Also don't ask me what's up with D(actually do ask me) and why she's violently shaking. Like she got some screws loose(literally) and her circuits are kinda broken, so don't be too harsh on her <3

[bg-sparrow]

BTTF Year-End Tag Game!

Thanks for the tag, @mjf-af! And thanks for loving one of my favorite fics this year, @daryfromthefuture! 🥰

This year:

How many times would you guess you watched the first back to the future movie? First film, only once or twice. After I finished basically studying it frame-for-frame for my triloogy rewrite, I took a bit of a break lol.

Did you get any sweet bttf merch? If so, what! I did! Lots! I got the complete 1989 BttF II Topps trading card collection, We Don't Need Roads: The Making of the Back to the Future Trilogy, Creating Back to hte Future: The Musical, Save the Clocktower tote, BttF Musical t-shirt, Pink Clint Eastwood hoodie, Enchantment Under the Sea Dance t-shirt, and a 10K medal from MedalChasers!

3. How many cans of Pepsi Free did you chug this year? None. Don't hurt me, but I'm a Diet Coke girl. I was heavily into Pespi in my youth, but I gave up pop for a few years, then one of my medications changed my tastebuds like whoa and I couldn't handle how sweet it was!

4. What was a favorite bttf fanfic you read this year? Don't do this to me! 😩 Tie between He Didn't Start the Fire by @daryfromthefuture, which really started all this 40s Doc phenomenon and was gifted to me in exchange for A Fracture in the Space-time Continuum. I also loved being a part of @professorsaber's r/ThePinheads: Guys, Marty McFLy really *is* a time traveller!!!

5. A favorite bttf fanart you saw this year? (please give us a link, not a screencap/repost!) My favorite this year was one that was a surprise made just for me, so it has no link, unfortunately. @daryfromthefuture drew this for my birthday way back in March of her Until I Get Home Marty and my Once Upon A Time in the West "Clint" about to be blown to bits by cake. Affectionately. :) I smile at it often and love it so much! 🥰

6. Did you create any bttf fanart or fanfic? If you did, what one(s) are you proudest of? Pfffft. Apparently, I added 22 (‽) fics to the BttF AO3 this year?? When the hell did I have time to do that?? Anyhoo, my favorite is a three-way tie and changes based on my mood: A Fracture in the Space-time Continuum (the most canon-flavored of the lot), Now I Am Become Death (my history-heavy Manhattan Project Doc fic), and Once Upon a Time in the East (#2) (because of all the personal leaps in my writing I took with this one).

7. How many times were you late for school this year? I don't attend school anymore, and being self-employed, I have the luxury of running a few minutes late (if it's more than 5 minutes, I count it as late late).

8. Did you watch any other movies/tv shows with BTTF actors in them? I watched MJF's documentary, Still. I watched about a million episodes of classic Spongebob, where Tom Wilson does a lot of voice acting. Watched Who Framed Roger Rabbit? once with Christopher Lloyd as the amazingly unsettling Judge Doom, Titanic with Billy Zane, and I think that's it. I didn't get a lot of screen time outside writing this year.

9. Was there a memorable moment you heard a Huey Lewis song this year? In September, "Hip to be a Square" came on in the grocery store, and I was reminded how much I loved that song as a kid. I'm gonna catch hands for this, but it's probably my favorite Huey Lewis song. :)

10. How many times did you fall down this year? I don't even know. Two of those falls involved my lower legs folding up underneath me as I slid down the stairs, though. The first time, I broke a toe, and the second time was down a set of brick stairs. My entire left leg was a bruise from knee to ankle. There is still some swelling in my knee a month later that makes it painful to kneel on that knee.

11. Did you get to see BTTF: The Musical? What was your experience like! I did I did I did I did I DID!! It was AMAZING! I was out the door and back home in 25 hours, and it was such a fun solo venture! I even got to meet @bri-to-the-future because we happened to be there the same day! I have detailed it extensively in this post!

12. How many times did your mom retell the story of how she and your father met? Uh, maybe once that I heard (I don't live with them anymore). It's a great story. I heard it a bunch growing up, though! My mom was a Good Student, and my dad was Just There Joking-type. They had Home Ec together. She was passing out tests for the teacher, and my dad handed the test back to my mom and said, "I don't want this." My mom just froze up because she didn't know what to do. XD

13. If you could describe your year in a BTTF quote, which one would it be? "You man enough to back them up with more than just a pie plate?" comes to mind because I'm a dreamer with ADHD. That means I spout off stuff all the time that I want to do (fics I want to write), but they're only going to get done through my actions. Starting stuff is hard for an ADHDer, even if it's something we REALLY want to do. I have to follow through or it won't happen. And I did a good deal of that this year and last year, and I'm big proud of that!

14.⚡️LIGHTNING ROUND⚡️ Did you get to: go on any trains, skate on a skateboard, ride a horse, drive a Delorean, run in the rain, go to a dance, hang up a clock, play the guitar, pull an all-nighter, read science fiction, or drive-thru Burger King this year?

15. Your future is whatever you make it! So what are you going to make of this coming year? I said this last year, but this year I'm gonna stick to it: this coming year, I'm going to focus more on reading again. I've spent the last three years going so hard with my writing, terrified if I stopped I wouldn't start again for another eight years, but I'm also confident enough to say that I'll be writing here and there again and not lose it like I did before. I want to read more in 2024 because some of my own writing is feeling stale, like I'm reusing phrases, words, scenarios, etc., and I need some new stuff to inspire the evolution of my writing. I also want to start working on something original! I will absolutely still be around (I host June of Doom after all, and I have a McFly July streak to maintain)! So keep tagging me in these awesome games!

I'm tagging everyone who hasn't been tagged yet!!! :D

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Winston

Word Count: 14880

After spending 6 months in jail Violet moves to Tulsa to live with her aunt and uncle. Her first night there she meets a mysterious boy. He looks tough and it's clear his past could rival even hers.

Canon Typical Violence

I finished the first fanfiction I ever started writing. This has been a work in progress for over two years. I am so immensely proud of myself.

Dallas Winston x Original Female Character

Chapter 1

“Hey Aunt Dorothy, do you think it would be alright if I went over to that Nightly Double drive-in place we passed on our drive into town,” I shouted? We’d driven all morning, and I’d been unpacking all afternoon. I was far from finished but I’d already been in Tulsa for 7 hours and I hadn’t even left the house. “Yeah, that’s fine, just be careful and make sure you’ve got the house key we gave you,” she said, coming into my room and handing me a couple of crumpled $1 bills. She walked out, and I turned toward my closet. I pulled out a pair of tight jeans and a low-cut black shirt and topped it with my worn-out black leather jacket. I checked my reflection in my vanity mirror, and my ginger hair fell into my green eyes in wisps. I walked into the living room, gave my uncle John a kiss on the cheek, and headed out the door.

I reached the Nightly Double and paid for my ticket. I didn’t know anybody, so I just awkwardly sat in an empty section. The first movie was Beach Blanket Bingo. It was entertaining enough, but I was starting to get thirsty, so I headed to the concessions building and waited in line. “What can I get you,” asked the man behind the counter? “Ummmm, a coke and a popcorn please,” I replied with a smile. He handed me my food, and I returned to my seat. Just as the second movie was starting, there was a commotion a few sections over from mine. I couldn’t make out any faces, but I heard a girl say something about learning to talk and act decent. There was a loud bang from the movie, and it startled me so badly that I spilled my drink on my lap. “Shit,” I said out loud and jumped up. I walked to the lady’s room and got some paper towels and started blotting the excess coke off my jeans.

I left the restroom, still drying my jeans. I wasn’t watching where I was walking and slammed right into someone’s back. “Why don’t you watch where you’re walking,” they said angrily and turned around. “Well, why the hell are you just standing there,” I said, slowly looking up from the ground? Our eyes locked, and I started to blush and look away. He was very attractive. He had dark brown hair and brown eyes. He was wearing a dark brown leather jacket, and there was a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. He looked tough, which was exactly my type. “I spilled a coke on my lap,” I said. He gave a half-smile and looked me up and down, “Have I seen you before? “No, I just moved here from Kansas to live with my aunt and uncle, I just got in this morning,” I said, still blushing. “I’m Dallas, Welcome to Tulsa,” he said as he stuck out a hand. I looked down at his hand and slowly took it in mine, “I’m Violet.” I replied with my gaze slowly moving up to meet his, I could tell he was staring at my breasts, but I didn’t mind. He dropped my hand. “You got any plans for the rest of tonight,” Dallas asked? “Not that I know of,” I teased. He raised his eyebrows at me, “How about I show you around?” I pretended to think about it for a second, “Where should we go first,” I said flirtatiously? He grinned and said, “Follow me.” He took my hand in his, and we walked out of the drive-in.

We walked through a big field and around a building with a sign that read Spencer’s Special Discount Store. We cut across Sutton St. and walked into the parking lot of a diner called the Dingo when a deep voice said, “Hey Winston.” Dallas and I both turned towards the voice. There was a guy with curly black hair and dark blue eyes. He had a scar that ran from his temple to his chin, and his nose looked like it had been broken a couple of times. “Hey Shepard,” Dallas said slowly. The guy eyed me up and down. “Are you new around here?” I nodded, “Just got in this morning. “The names Tim Shepard, it’s nice to meet you, but this ain’t no place for a lady,” he replied. Sensing that a fight was about to take place, I raised my eyebrows at him, “Violet Lennox, and I’ve been in my fair share of fights.” Tim and Dallas exchanged a bewildered look. I lifted my left jacket sleeve, revealing a 3-inch scar on my forearm. “A chick cheated on my best friend. I broke her arm, she belted me with a busted coke bottle,” I said. Dallas’s eyes widened, and then he gave a small smile. “So, what’s this about,” I asked? Looking back and forth between Tim and Dallas. “My little brother Curly caught Dally here slashing my tires,” Tim said. I looked at Dallas, and he nodded. I backed up and let them have their fight, I walked over and sat on a bench outside the diner. After it was said and done, they shook hands, and Dallas came over to where I was sitting. “Let’s get outta here,” he said, taking my hand.

“This is my buddy Buck’s place. I’ve been crashing here.” Dallas said, pointing to a large white building. We walked up the steps. Dallas opened the door, and Hank Williams came wafting out. I cringed at the sound of it. “Doesn’t anyone know decent music anymore,” I asked out loud? Dallas smiled at me, “Imagine trying to sleep right above this every night.” We walked past a bar with a bunch of rowdy drunks wearing cowboy hats and up a staircase into a bedroom. Dallas closed the door and turned toward me, “Your pants still wet? I can give you a pair of mine to wear while they dry. “Or I could just take them off,” I said, raising an eyebrow at him. “I mean, that works too,” he said with a half grin. I slowly pulled my wet jeans off. I laid them over a dresser to dry and sat down on the bed. Dallas took off his jacket and slowly lifted his black t-shirt. It looked like Tim had cracked a few of his ribs, but he didn’t seem too bothered by it. Dallas sat down next to me, “So what brought you to Tulsa? Where are your parents?” I looked out the window uncomfortably. “My “dad” is somewhere on the west coast; he could care less if I was alive or not. My mom died a year ago. After she passed, I started stealing to survive. I got in with some pretty bad people, got pulled into some fights, and accidentally almost killed a girl. Spent about 6 months in jail, after I got out the state was going to put me in a group home, but my aunt and uncle came to get me before they could,” I said, still staring out the window. “Deadbeat dad too, huh?” Dallas said. I looked back and smiled. We talked for a few hours. It turned out we had a lot more than just deadbeat dads, fight scars, and a lengthy criminal record in common.

We started making out, I climbed on top of him just as there was a knock on the door. “Hey, Dallas, Johnny and Ponyboy are outside asking for you,” said a deep voice through the door. “Alright, thanks, Buck,” Dallas said with a heavy sigh. “I better go see what they want, I’ll be right back,” Dallas said. “I’ll come down with you, I was getting kind of thirsty anyway,” I said, jumping up and pulling on my jeans, which were now completely dry. We headed downstairs, and I sat down at the bar while Dallas went to the door. The horrible Hank Williams music was loud, but I could just make out snippets of what was being said. Someone said something about someone killing someone, but things like that haven’t phased me in over a year. Dallas came back in with two boys, one with black hair and one with light brown hair. Neither one of them looked more than 14 years old. They headed up the stairs. I was going to follow, but it seemed serious, and I didn’t want to intrude. They came back down the stairs about 5 minutes later, and Dallas walked them to the door.

He stood staring out the door after them for a few seconds before turning and walking towards me. He grabbed my hand and pulled me back upstairs into the room, nearly pulling my arm out of the socket in the process. He shut the door and sat down on the bed. He looked distraught, I walked over and sat down facing him. He looked up at me and grinned before pulling me on top of him. We fell backward onto the pillows, kissing. I pulled my shirt over my head and unclipped my bra, throwing them both onto the floor. I leaned down and kissed him, biting his bottom lip. Dallas sat up, wrapped his arms around my waist, and flipped us over so he was on top. After we had sex Dallas got up and walked over to the dresser by the window. I was expecting him to kick me out because that’s what most guys did afterward. He pulled a pair of sweatpants and a large t-shirt out of the top drawer. He pulled on the sweatpants and tossed the t-shirt at me. He must have noticed the confusion on my face because he said, “Unless you’d rather go home.” “Nah I’ve got a house key and no curfew,” I replied. He grinned and said, “Good to know for future reference. Are you tired?” “Exhausted,” I said. We cuddled up under the covers and talked a little longer. Dallas fell asleep with his arm around me, and I fell asleep happy for the first time in over a year.

Chapter 2

We woke to the sound of a knock on the door. “Hey Dallas, the police are downstairs, say they have a few questions for you,” Buck said through the door. “Alright, tell them I’ll be down in a minute,” Dallas said drowsily. He got up and tossed me my jeans. I pulled them on, and we walked down the steps to see 2 uniformed police officers. One tall and skinny the other short and fat. Both officers looked up and gave Dallas a cold look of hatred when we entered the room. “What’s this about,” Dallas asked? “Seems that 2 of your friends, Ponyboy Curtis and Johnny Cade, got into some trouble last night. Cades wanted for the murder of Robert Sheldon,” the fat officer said. “What’s that got to do with me,” Dallas asked? “Don’t play dumb with us, Winston. They’re 14 and 16 years old, and they didn’t get out of town without help, and we’ve already talked to both Cade’s parents and the Curtis boy’s brothers. They don’t know where they are. So, we are gonna have to take you in for formal questioning,” the skinny officers said gruffly. “I’m sorry, officers,” I began innocently. They both looked at me like they hadn’t noticed me until then, they’re faces softened slightly. “I don’t mean to interfere, but I don’t know what Dallas could possibly know, seeing as he’s been with me all night,” I said sweetly. “Of course, ma’am,” the skinny officer said with a smile. “It’s just routine questioning, seeing as Dallas here is a close friend of both the Curtis and the Cade boy,” the fat officer finished. “Then you wouldn’t mind if I came along,” I asked with a small smile? “Not at all, ma’am,” said the skinny officer with a smile.

Dallas and I rode side by side in the back of the cop car. When we got to the station, the officers took Dallas into the back. He came back out about 45 minutes later. We walked over to the Dingo and got hamburgers and cokes. “Can I ask you something,” I asked Dallas as he lit a cigarette while we were walking back to Bucks? Dallas nodded. “You know where those boys are, don’t you,” I asked? “Yeah, they’re in a small town called Windrixville, but I told the fuzz they were headed for Texas. Can I ask you something,” Dallas asked? “Of course,” I replied. “Why did you lie for me? I mean, you hardly know me. We only met last night, and I know that you know that those boys stopped at Bucks last night,” Dallas said. “Those boys wouldn’t have hurt a fly unless they didn’t have a choice, plus I could tell how much those kids meant to you. Not very many guys would put getting laid on hold to help someone, even if it was their best friend,” I said. Dallas gave me a look of gratitude. We got back to Bucks, and Dallas grabbed a beer from behind the bar.

We headed upstairs to find a boy with dark gold hair and dark brown eyes sitting on the bed. He looked vaguely familiar, but I knew there was no way I knew him. I’d only gotten here yesterday, and I’d spent the entire night with Dallas. “Hey Sodapop,” Dallas said as we entered the room, The boy stood up and said, “Hey Dallas.” His voice was strained with worry. “Dally….,” the boy said before pausing and lifting up a sweatshirt with the arms cut off. I recognized it as the one that the light-haired boy was wearing when they arrived the night before. “…. If you know where Ponyboy and Johnny are….” The boy continued. “I don’t know where they are, Soda,” Dallas said. “IF you see them, can you give this to Pony,” Soda said, handing Dally a folded-up piece of paper and a wad of cash, and that’s when it hit me. He looked like the light-haired boy; this must be one of the brothers that the skinny officer had mentioned. “Sure, if I see them, I’ll give it to him,” Dally said, putting it into his wallet.

Soda turned and smiled at me. “I’m Sodapop,” he said, as he stuck his hand out. I took it and said, "I'm Violet, it's nice to meet you.” Soda turned back to Dallas, “We’re all getting together at the house tomorrow. You can come if you’d like,” Soda said to me before turning and leaving. “I should probably head home for the night. Uncle John and Aunt Dorothy probably think I ran off,” I chuckled. “I can meet you back here tomorrow,” I said to Dallas. “That works, I got some stuff to get done tonight anyway,” Dallas replied.

I slid the key into the front door and walked in. “Aunt Dorothy? Uncle John,” I shouted. “We’re in the living room. Come in here,” Uncle John yelled back. I walked into the living room where they were watching Bewitched. “Hey, sweetheart,” Aunt Dorothy said. “Did you make some friends at the drive-in?” Uncle John asked hopefully. “Yeah, I’m going over to their house tomorrow night, I said, “That’s great sweetheart, you know we don’t mind what you do, just give us a call every once and a while so we know you’re safe and maybe a phone number to possibly reach you in case of an emergency,” said Aunt Dorothy. “I will Auntie Doe,” I said, calling her the nickname I’d given her as a child. I wrote down Buck’s name, so she’d be able to look him up in the phone book and walked into my room. I peeled off my jeans and rifled through a box until I reached the bottom where I’d pack my pajama shorts. I pulled on a pair of dark purple ones. I walked out to the living room and sat next to Uncle John. “What do you want for dinner,” Aunt Dorothy asked? “Do we have the stuff for spaghetti,” I asked hopefully? Uncle John laughed and said, “We made sure to stock up on the ingredients for that.” Aunt Dorothy got up and headed into the kitchen. “Do you need some help, auntie Doe,’’ I asked? “If you want to help, you can, sweetheart,” she replied. I followed her into the kitchen. We all ate dinner and talked and laughed about memories of my mama and other things in town. After we had cleared the table, I went into my room to relax. I laid on my bed and tried to read Gone with the Wind, but I couldn’t get Dallas out of my head. I hadn’t felt this way about anyone in a really long time. I fell asleep thinking about him. I dreamed about him all night.

Chapter 3

I woke up to Aunt Dorothy saying, “Violet, you’ve got a call.” I got up and walked into the living room, Aunt Dorothy handed me the phone. “Hello,” I said with a yawn? “Hey, Violet,” Dallas said from the other line. I perked up at the sound of his voice, “Hey Dally, how did you get this number?” “Phone book! Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the Dingo before we head to Sodapop’s,” Dally said? “Sure, I’d love to,” I said. “Cool, I’ll meet you there in about 10 minutes,” Dally said and hung up. I put the phone back and ran into my room and opened my closet. I pulled out a pair of dark jeans and a low-cut purple top and changed into them. I headed into the living room and gave both Auntie Doe and Uncle John a kiss and headed out the door.

Dally was already waiting for me outside the Dingo when I came walking up. He looked up from stamping out his cigarette. He smiled, “Hey,” We walked inside the restaurant and sat down at the bar. A waitress came up and asked, “What can I get ya?” Dallas looked at me and said,” Get whatever you want. “” I looked up above the bar where the menu was and said, “I’ll take a short stack of pancakes and a glass of orange juice.” The waitress looked at Dally and said, “And for you? “I’ll take an order of bacon, 2 waffles, and a glass of apple juice,” Dallas said. The waitress walked away to put our order in and brought us our drinks. Dally turned towards me. “Did you sleep well without being next to me,” he teased. I laughed and blushed a little. “Yeah, I had you in my dreams,” I teased back. We talked a little back and forth until the waitress brought our order out. We ate, and Dally went to pay the bill. While I waited for him, I noticed a greasy girl glaring at me from across the diner. I gave her a dirty look right as Dally came walking back over. Dally looked in her direction and got this awkward look on his face. “Let’s get outta here,” he reached for my hand. We walked out, and I asked, “Who was that?” “My ex, Sylvia, I dumped her for the 4th and final time the day before the last cuz she was two-timing me again while I was in the cooler,” Dally said dryly. “What a bitch,” I said. We walked to Bucks, and the moment we got upstairs we instantly started pulling each other’s clothes off. I pushed Dally on the bed and climbed on top of him and we made love once again. After we got done Dally looked at the clock on the wall and said oh shit, we gotta head to Sodapop’s. We both got up and got dressed.

As Dally and I walked up the steps and opened the front door of Sodapop’s house the sounds of Van Morrison’s Gloria came wafting out. We walked in and Soda came to greet us “Hey Dally,” he said shaking Dally’s hand. He turned towards me, “Glad you could make it.” I nodded at him with a smile. We walked into the kitchen where 2 guys were sitting at the table. One was tall probably at least 6 ft 1 and muscular and the other was tall and lean. They were arm wrestling but they stopped when they noticed us standing there. The taller one stood up and walked over sticking his hand out, “I’m Daryl Curtis it’s nice to meet you,” “Violet,” I said shaking his hand. The lean boy just sat at the table eyeing me judgmentally up and down. Soda must have noticed because he walked over and said, “Violet this is Steve Randle.” Steve nodded at me and said, “Nice to meet you.” “Nice to meet you too,” I said with a smile. “Hey Dallas,” Steve said. “Hey Stevo, how ya doing? Where’s Two-bit,” Dally asked? “Aw he should be here soon probably just got caught up swiping something from a store, you know Two-bit,” Soda said. Darry walked up to Dallas and me and said, “You two walk with me to the Shop&Save to get some beer.”

We walked out the front door and down the street. Darry asked me, “You new to town?” “Yeah, I just moved here from Kansas to live with my aunt and uncle’” I replied. “Oh really? What do your aunt and uncle do,” Darry asked. “He owns a roofing company, um Lennox Roofing I think, and my aunt is a nurse at the hospital,” I responded. “Oh really, your uncle my boss, he’s a nice guy,” Darry said. Dally stopped in the road and said, “Did you hear that?” Me and Darry asked simultaneously, “Hear what?” That’s when we heard it too. “Dirty Greaser,” said a snarly voice. Then came a mocking voice repeating it, “Dirty Greaser!” It was coming from the next alley. Dally and Darry turned to each-other and said, “Two-bit!” They took off running and I ran to catch up. All three of us skidded to a halt. In the alley was a guy with rust colored hair being jumped by 3 Socs in different colored madras. Without even thinking I ran in and socked one of the Socs in the nose with a deafening crack. All three of them ran off, and Dally and Darry came running. “Damn babe,” Dally said with a touch of regard in his voice. Two-bit put his blade away and said, “Damn Dally where’d you find this chick? Not even the hardest Grease chicks fight, let alone being able to punch like that.” He stuck his hand out to me and said, Two-bit nice to meet you,” I took it in mine and said, “Violet, and it’s nice to meet you too,” The four of us finished the walk to the Shop&Save and grabbed the beer., using Dally's fake ID which had his age as 21. On the walk back Two-bit said. “I read in the paper that Johnny and Ponyboy are headed for Texas, I want to go after them.” Me and Dally exchanged a look. Darry responded, “Even if they really are headed for Texas, it’s a big state and we don’t have any way of getting there. Trust me Two-bit no one wants Pony and Johnny back more than I do, but unfortunately, they don’t wanna be found right now.” When we reached the house Steve and Soda were on the porch, “Hey Two-bit what was the hold up?” Steve said, doing a flip off the porch railing. “Three Socs tried to jump me, but boy you shoulda seen Violet. She socked one of them right in the nose, I’m pretty sure she broke it too,” Two-bit said. Steve looked at me surprised, “Where’d you learn to fight like that?” I again explained what happened after my mom died. We all headed inside and played a little poker and drank some beer. I don’t know what surprised the guys more the fact that I took a beer the first time it was offered or that I won the first poker game. As me and Dally were getting ready to head out, he said, “Hey me and Violet are gonna be hanging out at the vacant lot with some of Shepard’s gang tonight does anyone wanna tag along?” Darry said, “I think we’d better stay home just in case Ponyboy calls…” and Soda nodded in agreement. “I’ll stick with Soda and Darry.” Steve said. “Oh, what the heck I’m in,” Two-bit said. And the three of us headed out the door.

When we reached the lot Tim, and 5 other guys were already there. Tim looked up and saw us coming. He greeted Dally and then turned towards me and nodded. I nodded back and he turned to Two-bit, “How ya doin’ Two-bit.” “Ah pretty good a couple of Socs tried to jump me, but Violet here came running up and broke one of their noses and they went running,” Two-bit said. I smiled, and Tim said, “She got quite the arm on her huh?” We stood talking for a bit then Tim and Dally started wrestling. Two-bit was doing a spot-on impression of a Soc when a bright red Stingray came pulling up beside us. A thin girl with red hair climbed out of the driver’s seat and walked right up to Dally. “Hey Dallas…” She spoke. Dallas eyed her coolly. I looked her up and down choking back a laugh she dressed like my grandma. “Hi Cherry,” Two-bit said, “Hi Two-bit,” she responded with a smile, before turning her focus back to Dallas, “If and when they find Ponyboy and Johnny, I’ll testify that Bob and Randy were drunk. That they were looking for a fight and Johnny fought back in self defense. I feel like this is all my fault if I’d just left Ponyboy and Johnny alone at the drive-in that night none of this would have happened.” Tim looked her up and down and then at one of his buddies, “Ain’t you that dead kid's girlfriend?” She nodded warily. “We ought to jump you just for that, you got a lot of nerve coming to this side of town,” said Tim reaching for his blade. Two-bit stuck an arm out and stopped him before he could reach it, “We ain’t jumping a chick,” “How about I take you to the Dingo, I’ll buy you a coke,” Dallas said. I had to choke down yet another laugh, but Cherry heard this one. She turned and glared at me. “No thank you Dallas! You can go to hell.” And with that she walked back to her car and drove out of the lot. “The jumpings have been getting a lot more frequent, that Soc that the quiet kid killed sure had a lot of friends. We witnessed 4 separate jumpings just on our walk here. Greaser can’t walk alone at all anymore, it’s all out war all over town Soc against Grease,” Tim said. “Check this out,” Dally said. He pulled a black heater out of his waistband. Two-bit’s eyes widened, “What are you doing with a Gun Dallas?” “Don’t worry it ain’t loaded, but it’s good for a bluff,” Dally responded, sliding it back into his waistband. “We’re in the process of getting a rumble between us and the Socs set up here, the deal is they win things remain how they are if we win, they stay out of our territory and quit jumping us,” Tim said. “Hey Tim, where’s Curly,” Two-bit asked? “He got caught trying to break into a liquor store, and got himself 6 months in a reformatory,” Tim said, shaking his head.

As we walked back to Buck’s Dallas turned to me, stepping directly into my path, I was so lost in thought I nearly tripped, but he caught me. I looked up and smiled at him. “Violet….,” he started but stopped. I pulled myself into a standing position and looked at him worriedly. “Yes Dallas,” I said. “I wanted to know if you would be my girl,” Dallas said. I blushed bright pink. “Yeah, I’d love to be your girl," I said. He leaned in and kissed me gently. We walked the rest of the way back to Buck’s holding hands. Hank Williams was cranked up once again. We sat down at the bar, and I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see Buck standing there. “Hey Buck,” Dallas said. Buck shook his hand before returning his gaze to me. I smiled at him. “Someone called for you while you were gone, said her name was Dorothy. It sounded pretty serious. If you wanna give her a call back there’s a phone in my room upstairs,” Buck said. “Thanks Buck,” I said, hopping off the bar stool. “Do you want me to come up with you,” Dallas asked? “Nah get yourself a drink, I’ll have one when I get back. I’m sure it’s nothing too serious,” I gave him a kiss and walked up the stairs. I walked into Buck’s room, closed the door and picked up the phone. I slowly dialed the house number; it rang twice, and Aunt Dorothy picked up.

I stumbled my way down the stairs and into the bar. I was hot and I felt like I couldn’t breathe, like the room was closing in on me. Dallas was still at the bar, laughing and joking with Buck and a few other guys. “Dallas,” I said. He turned to me, his smile quickly fading. He got up and ran over to me, catching me just as I started to fall. “Whoa, what happened babe,” Dallas asked as I leaned against his chest hyperventilating. By then all the guys at the bar had quit laughing and were looking over. Dallas pulled me over to a bar stool and sat me on it. Buck handed me a glass of water, and I took a sip. My breathing slowly returned to normal. “Okay now tell me what happened,” Dallas said. “My uncle was hit by a car,” I said. “Jesus Christ,” Dallas said. “My aunt is headed to the hospital now, she wants me to meet her there, but I don’t even know where the hospital is,” I said. Buck reached behind the bar and pulled out a set of car keys, “it’s down past the Nightly Double. You can take my car.” Dallas took them from him saying, “She’s in no condition to drive, I’ll take her.”

Dallas picked me up off the barstool and carried me outside. He gently placed me into the passenger seat of a red T-bird and climbed into the driver’s seat. As we drove out of the parking lot of Bucks place all I could think about was my uncle, my mom’s brother. He was the last blood family member I had left aside from my sperm donor. Dallas cleared his throat, causing me to jump. “What exactly happened babe,” he asked? I took a deep breath to calm my nerves, “Aunt Dorothy and Uncle John went for a walk. They were crossing Pickett when some drunk Soc in a green Mustang plowed into my uncle doing 50 mph. He didn’t even stop to see if my uncle was alive or not.” Dallas squeezed my hand gently, and I relaxed slightly. We pulled into the parking lot of the St. John’s Medical Center and climbed out. Dallas took my hand and led me into the building and up-to the receptionist. She looked up at us and smiled, “Can I help you?” I stuttered, “M-m-my uncle was brought in by ambulance. His name is John Lennox.” She looked down and leafed through a stack of papers pulling a page out of the middle. “Looks like he's in the ICU being prepped for surgery. You can’t go in. Wait are you Violet,” she said looking up at me. I nodded slowly. “Your Aunt Dorothy wants you to meet her in the ICU waiting room,” she said, pointing towards a staircase.

I thanked her and Dallas and I walked up the stairs. Aunt Dorothy was sitting stiffly in a hospital chair when we reached the landing, she jumped up and ran over when she saw us. I wrapped my arms around her waist, and we both cried. “Has there been any updates,” I asked hopefully? Aunt Dorothy shook her head no. Aunt Dorothy smiled at Dallas, seeming to have only noticed him then. “Aunt Dorothy, this is Dallas Winston. Dallas this is my Aunt Dorothy,” I said. They shook hands and Dallas said, “its nice to meet you.” Aunt Dorothy smiled, “it’s nice to meet you too.” Just then the tall skinny police officers from the other day came walking up to us. “Ma’am are you Dorothy Lennox,” he asked softly. My aunt nodded. “I need to ask you a few questions about the person that hit your husband. Can you tell me the make and model of the car,” the officer asked. “It was a forest green Ford Mustang,” Aunt Dorothy responded. “That’s a pretty common car around here, can you tell me anything else? Did you get a look at the driver,” the officer asked? “It all happened so fast,” Aunt Dorothy said. “Wait, I remember… There was a confederate flag hanging out the back window on the passenger side,” Aunt Dorothy said. Something flashed across the officer’s hardened face. It almost looked like recognition, but it disappeared just as quickly as it had appeared. “Thank you for your time, ma’am. We will do everything we can to find the person who did this. I’m not gonna make any promises though, odds are we aren’t gonna find him,” the officers said. Aunt Dorothy stared at him incredulously as he walked away.

I looked over at Dallas and could tell something was wrong. “Are you alright Dallas,” I asked. He grabbed my hand and said, “Would you excuse us for a moment?” Aunt Dorothy nodded, and Dallas pulled me into the stairwell. “What is it,” I asked worriedly? Dallas looked away. “I know who hit your uncle,” he said, turning his gaze back to mine. My eyes widened. “Who was it,” I asked? “Don’t worry about it, I’m gonna take care of it,” Dallas said. “Dallas what does that mean,” I asked in a serious tone? Dallas grabbed my hand and pulled me back into the waiting room. “I’ve gotta take off, but it was nice to meet you,” he said, shaking Aunt Dorothy’s hand again. He walked out of the building. “Is he okay,” Aunt Dorothy asked? “Uhh yeah his roommate just needed his car back,” I lied. We sat there for what felt like days. A doctor walked into the waiting room, “Dorothy Lennox?” We got up and walked over. The doctor smiled, “Your husband’s out of surgery. Other than a few broken ribs, a broken leg and a slight concussion he’s fine.” We both sighed in relief. “Can we go see him," I asked hopefully. “You can go in but he’s still sleeping off the medication,” the doctor said.

As the doctor led us into the hospital room I couldn’t shake the memories of my mom dead in her hospital bed. I felt woozy and started to sway. The doctor caught me. “Whoa there,” he said, leading me to a chair. “I’ll go get you a cup of water,” he said leaving the room. Aunt Dorothy walked over to me. “This is the first time you’ve been in a hospital since your mom…. Isn’t it,” she asked? I nodded. The doctor came back in and handed me the cup. Aunt Dorothy reached into her purse pulling out a bottle of aspirin, handing me two tablets. After about 30 minutes Uncle John started to groan. Both Aunt Dorothy and I shot up and walked over to the bed. Uncle John smiled when he saw me, “Hey kiddo.” “Hey Uncle John,” I replied, squeezing his hand. Aunt Dorothy leaned over and gave him a kiss. “How ya feelin,” she asked? “Hungry,” Uncle John said. All three of us laughed. “Would you mind taking my car and running through McDonald’s,” Aunt Dorothy asked? “Of course, Auntie Doe,” I replied. She handed me some money and the keys to her car.

When I got back to the hospital with the food, Uncle John had been moved out of the ICU. Aunt Dorothy was talking to the receptionist about the next time they’d be working together. I walked up and Aunt Dorothy smiled at me. “I’ll see you next week Susan,” she said to the receptionist before leading to Uncle John’s new room. When we walked in, he was propped up on a pillow flipping through TV channels. I handed Uncle John’s burger and fries to him. After we’d all finished eating Aunt Dorothy told me I should take her car and go home and sleep. After some protest I caved and took the keys. The whole drive home all I could think about was what Dallas had said. What did he mean by I’ll take care of it? I really hope he doesn’t get himself in trouble. I unlocked the front door and picked up the phone to dial Buck’s. “Hello,” Buck said. “Hey Buck, is Dallas there,” I asked. “No, he hasn’t been here since the two of you left for the hospital,” Buck replied. “Okay, can you tell him I called,” I asked? “Yeah, I’ll let him know when I see him next,” Buck said. I hung up the phone and walked into my bedroom. I laid down and started crying for the first time since my mom died.

Chapter 4

I woke up the next day around 1 pm and realized I was still wearing my outfit from the day before. I must have cried myself to sleep. I got up, peeled off my clothes, and walked into the bathroom for a shower. I just stood in the hot water for probably a good twenty minutes before actually washing. I climbed out, wrapped a towel around myself, and walked back to my bedroom. I pulled on a pair of dark jeans and a blacktop. I started combing my hair just as the phone started ringing. I walked into the living room and picked it up. “Hello,” I said. “Good you’re awake, your uncle is being discharged. Could you come to pick us up,” Aunt Dorothy asked?” “I’ll be there in 15 minutes,” I said, hanging up the phone.

When I pulled up to the hospital Aunt Dorothy and Uncle John were waiting outside. Uncle John was on crutches. I climbed out to help Aunt Dorothy get him into the passenger seat and then climbed into the back seat. We pulled up to the house and I went to hold the door open for Uncle John. Aunt Dorothy went into the kitchen to cook something for lunch and Uncle John went to lay down in their bedroom. I sat down on the couch and turned on the television. I flipped through channels until an I Love Lucy rerun came on. The phone started ringing. “Violet, can you get that please,” Aunt Dorothy shouted from the kitchen? “Yeah,” I shouted back. I picked up the phone, “Hello,” “Hey Violet,” the voice said. “Oh hi, Darryl how are you,” I asked? “Oh, I’m…. I just wanted to check on your uncle,” Darryl said. “He’s doing good, he just got home. Hey, have you seen or heard from Dallas since last night, I asked? “No, I haven’t seen him since the two of you were over here the other day. Why…. Is everything okay,” he asked? “Oh yeah everything’s fine, I just need to tell him my uncle’s okay,” I lied. “Alright…. I’ll let him know you’re looking for him if I see him,” Darryl said. I hung up the phone just as Aunt Dorothy was setting the table for lunch “Can you go wake your uncle up dear,” Aunt Dorothy asked? I nodded. “Hey Uncle John, Aunt Dorothy’s got lunch ready,” I said, knocking on the door. “Alright thanks, sweetheart, could you come in here and hand me my crutches? They fell on the floor, and I can’t get them,” Uncle John said. I pushed the door open and knelt, grabbing the crutches. “Here you go,” I said, handing them to Uncle John.

After we finished eating, uncle John and I went into the living room to play Go Fish and aunt Dorothy cleared the table. We played 4 games, 3 of which I lost. The phone rang and Aunt Dorothy answered it. “Violet, Dallas is on the phone,” She yelled from the kitchen. “Thanks, Auntie Doe,’’ I said, picking up the call on the living room phone. “Hey Dallas,” I said. “Hey baby, I heard your uncle was discharged this morning,” Dallas said. “Yeah, he’s doing well,” I replied. “That’s great. Can you meet me at Buck,” Dallas asked? “Yeah, I’ll be there in 20 minutes,” I said, hanging up. I went to tell Aunt Dorothy I was leaving to meet up with Dallas but that I’d be back for dinner. I hugged her and grabbed my worn-out leather jacket. As I was heading out the door Aunt Dorothy yelled, “Hey Violet, invite Dallas over for dinner tonight at 5 pm.” “Okay, Auntie Doe,” I said, closing the door behind me.

I walked into Bucks to find Dallas sitting on one of the bar stools. “Dallas,” I said, walking over to him. He turned around and I could tell he’d been in a fight. He had an ice pack on his knuckles. “Hey babe,” he said smiling. I sat down. “Does that have anything to do with the guy in the green Mustang,” I asked, gesturing to his hand? “Don’t worry about it babe, I took care of it,” he replied “He ain’t dead,” Dallas said after noticing the look of fear on my face. I smiled and leaned forward to kiss him. “Let’s go upstairs,” Dallas said after kissing me back. When we got into the bedroom Dallas closed the door and sat down on the bed. I sat down next to him and said, “My aunt wants you to come over for dinner tonight at 5.” He turned to me and smiled. “Why not. Oh, by the way I’m driving up to Windrixville tomorrow to check on Ponyboy and Johnny. I think you should stay here; I don’t want to get you mixed up in this any more than you already are,” Dallas said. “Okay, just call me when you get back then,” I said. Dallas pulled me closer, kissing me softly, we fell back onto the pillows kissing. He held my face and said, “Where have you been all my life?” I blushed. We fell asleep holding each other.

When we woke up it was already 5 o’clock. “Oh, shit we’re late,” I said. Dallas jumped up and we ran downstairs where for once there wasn’t a party happening. I picked up the phone behind the bar and dialed my house number. Aunt Dorothy picked up, “Hello?” “Hey, auntie Doe we fell asleep. We are headed that way now,” I replied. “Okay sweetheart sees you guys when you get here,” she responded before hanging up. Dallas came behind the bar and grabbed Buck’s keys. “Hey Buck, is it cool if I take your car? We’re running late for dinner at Violet’s,” Dallas yelled. “Yeah, go for it,” Buck yelled from upstairs. We pulled up to the house and parked. I led Dallas inside to where Aunt Dorothy and Uncle John were already sitting at the table. Uncle John turned to us and smiled. “I’d come to shake your hand, but I’m a little busted up,” he said, shaking one of his crutches. Dallas walked over and shook his hand. “It’s nice to meet you,” Dallas said. “It’s nice to meet you too. Dallas is it, Uncle John asked? Dallas nodded. “I hope you like meatloaf,” Aunt Dorothy said. “I love meatloaf,” Dallas responded with a smile. We all sat down to eat. “This is delicious Mrs. Lennox,” Dallas said. “Please, call me Doe,” Aunt Dorothy responded.

After we finished, I helped Aunt Dorothy clears the table, and then we all went into the living room to talk. Dallas was explaining how we met when there was a knock on the door. “Who could that be,” Aunt Dorothy asked out loud? Uncle John shrugged. Aunt Dorothy went to answer it and 5 minutes later she came walking back in with the tall skinny police officer. He looked at Dallas and made a dirty look. “What’s this about,” asked Uncle John? The officer looked at Uncle John and then returned his gaze to Dallas. “We stopped at your buddy Bucks’s place, he said you’d be here. We have a guy down at the station that’s pretty beat up saying Dallas here attacked him this morning,” the officer said. When Dallas didn’t say anything, the officer continued, “He drives a green Mustang, but we can’t verify that it’s the guy that hit you last night. But maybe You thought it was the guy and decided to get a little revenge for your girlfriend’s uncle.” Excuse me, officer,” Aunt Dorothy said, clearly picking up on what was going on. The officer turned to her with a smile. “I understand how this might look, but Dallas has been here since last night, so there’s no way he could have done that," Aunt Dorothy lied. The officer looked stunned and a bit angry, but he apologized and left.

After his cruiser had pulled out of the driveway Dallas turned to Aunt Dorothy and said, “You didn’t have to lie for me.” “And you didn’t have to do what you did for me,” Uncle John said. Dallas finished telling them how we met and then said, “I should go, I don’t wanna take up any more of your time.” “Nonsense you’ve been a joy. Why don’t you stay the night just in case that cop tries to harass you again,” Aunt Dorothy said. I looked at Dallas hopefully. “I mean if you want me to,” Dallas said. Aunt Dorothy smiled. I showed Dallas to my bedroom. “Nice frilly pink curtains,” he teased. “Thanks, they’re hand-stitched,” Aunt Dorothy said, clearly not catching the sarcastic tone in Dallas’s voice. She walked in and handed Dallas a pair of pajama pants. “I’ll let you two get dressed for bed,” she said walking out of the room.

Dallas changed into the pajama pants, and we climbed into my bed. We talked until we fell asleep holding each other.

Chapter 5

We woke up the next morning to a light knocking on the door. “Violet? Dallas? Breakfast is ready, I made pancakes,” Aunt Dorothy said through the door. “We’ll be out in a few minutes Auntie Doe,” I replied. I rolled over putting my face on Dallas’s chest. He gently pushed his fingers through my hair. I sat up leaning forward and softly kissed his lips. I kicked the blankets off and stood up to stretch. Dallas stretched in bed before standing up and pulling on his clothes. We walked into the kitchen together. Uncle John was asleep in his recliner and aunt Dorothy was currently flipping a pancake. “There’s orange juice in the fridge,” Aunt Dorothy said. I grabbed 3 glasses from the cupboard setting them on the table. Dallas handed me the orange juice. We sat down, and Aunt Dorothy put 2 pancakes on each of our plates before sitting down across from me. “What time will you be leaving for Windrixville babe,” I asked? “Probably right after breakfast, I should only be gone for 2 or 3 hours,” Replied Dallas, as he ate his pancakes. “Will I see you later,” I asked around a bite of pancake. “Yeah, I can pick you up after. I was thinking we could go to the drive-in tonight,” Dallas said. “That sounds good,” I said. “What are your plans for today, Auntie Doe,” I asked turning to look at my aunt. “Well, I’ve got to pick something out for your uncle’s birthday present and do a little grocery shopping. Why don’t you come with me, and we’ll have a mini girl’s day,” she said looking at me. “I miss the girl’s days we used to have when I was little,” I said with a smile. “Alright then we’ll figure out what we’re going to do after Dallas leaves,” Aunt Dorothy said as she grabbed our plates and walked them to the sink.

“Like I said I shouldn’t be more than a couple hours, and when I get back, we can go to the drive-in,” Dallas said, as we walked outside. “Alright, just call me when you get back into town, and I can meet you at Buck’s,” I said leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his lips. Dallas climbed into Buck’s car and pulled out of the driveway. “VIOLET,” Auntie Doe yelled. “I’m right here,” I yelled back as I shut the front door behind me. “Alright, we should probably get ready now, so we’re done when Dallas gets back,” Aunt Dorothy said.

“Did you have any ideas of what to get Uncle John,” I asked, as we walked into Spencer’s Special Discount Store. “Well, I was thinking a new pair of coveralls, or a new pair of work boots,” Aunt Dorothy said as she grabbed a buggy. “I did notice his coveralls are practically falling apart,” I joked. “I swear that man would sooner have his clothes fall apart in public than, let go,” Aunt Dorothy joked. We slowly browsed the various shelves and racks. Ultimately, we decided to get him a new pair of coveralls and a new coffee mug. After we checked out, we headed to the Dingo to order lunch to go.

“Violet, how much do you know about Dallas,” Aunt Dorothy asked as we drove back to the house. I furrowed my brow at her. “What do you mean,” I asked. “He’s known around town for being quite the troublemaker. Been in and out of jail multiple times. He’s always getting in fights,” Aunt Dorothy said. “I’m not unaware of how people feel about him. I’ve seen how the cops in town treat him. They don’t know him like I do. I know he seems hard, cold, mean, but he’s actually really sweet. Life hasn’t been kind to him. He gets me in a way that no one else does. He saw me for me, and he didn’t run away like everyone else has. He accepted me for everything that I am,” I said. “Your uncle and I were talking; things seem to be moving quickly with you two. We just want to make sure you’re being careful,” Aunt Dorothy said, as she placed her hand on mine and gently squeezed it. “I know Auntie Doe. I promise I’ll be alright,” I said. “Just be wary, Violet. That’s all I’m asking,” Aunt Dorothy said. “I will, I promise,” I said.

When we got back to the house aunt Dorothy, Uncle John, and I sat down to eat lunch. Uncle John also voiced his concerns about my relationship with Dallas. “I’m just worried he’s going to cause you to get into trouble. We just got you back, Violet. We don’t want to see you in a jail cell,” Uncle John said. I again promised that I would be careful.

After we ate, I went and called Buck’s to see if Dallas was back. “Hello,” Buck’s voice came through the receiver. “Hey Buck, it’s Violet. Is Dallas back yet,” I asked. “No, he’s not, but I’ll tell him you called when he gets here,” Bucks said. “Thanks, I appreciate it,” I said before hanging up.

Another hour passed and then another. It was starting to get dark out. I was pacing around the living room biting my nails. What if the cops followed him to Windrixville and they all got arrested? What if he got in a car accident? “I’m sure he’s fine Violet,” Uncle John said trying to comfort me. Something he had never been very good at. Just then the phone rang. “See I bet that’s him calling to tell you he lost track of time,” Uncle John said. I ran to the phone and grabbed it. “Hello? Dally?” I said my voiced obviously filled with anxiety. “Violet? It’s Daryl,” the voice coming from the phone said. “Oh, hi Daryl. Did you need to speak to my uncle,” I asked. “Uh no, it’s about Dallas. Him, Johnny, and Ponyboy were involved in an accident,” Daryl said. “What kind of an accident,” I asked? “The church they were staying in caught fire. I don’t know the extent of Dallas’s injuries, but I was calling to ask if you wanted to ride with us to the hospital to see him,” Daryl said. “Yeah, I would,” I said. “Alright, we’ll be there in 5 minutes,” Daryl said. “Thanks Daryl,” I said. “No problem, sweetheart, and you can call me Darry,” he said. “Alright I’ll see you soon,” I said and hung up the phone.

I nervously paced around the room. “Is everything alright,” uncle john asked when I turned around. “Um, Dallas was in an accident. Daryl and his younger brother are their way to get me, so we can go to the hospital,” I said. “Oh, my goodness, I hope he’s okay,” Aunt Dorothy said. “Me too,” I said, just as Darry honked his horn out front. “That’s them, I’ll be back later,” I said as I slipped on my shoes and ran out the front door.

I hopped into the back seat behind Sodapop. “Thanks for picking me up,” I said. “No problem,” Soda said with a smile. “Buckle up,” Darry said. Once I was buckled in, Darry set off for the hospital.

“Do you know how the fire started,” Sodapop asked? “Probably a cigarette Pony or Johnny didn’t stamp out properly,” Darry replied. “So, uh. You said you didn’t know the extent of Dallas’ injuries, but what about your brother and his friend,” I asked. “Honestly, I’m not really sure what to expect,” Darry said, “The person that called sounded frantic, but then again there was a whole church on fire.”

We pulled up to the hospital and the three of us walked up to the front desk. “Hi, Violet, how’s your uncle healing,” Susan asked with a smile. “He’s good. We’re looking for Dallas Winston, Ponyboy Curtis, and Johnny Cade. They were involved in a fire in Windrixville and brought here by ambulance,” I said. Susan flipped through some papers. “Looks like Johnny’s in room 105, and Dallas is in room 72. Ponyboy isn’t in one. He received treatment in transit and is just waiting on a guardian to pick him up,” Susan said with a smile. “I’m his guardian,” Darry said, and the nurse directed him to the correct waiting area.

After Darry and Soda had reunited with Ponyboy I headed to find Dallas. I lightly knocked on the door before entering. “Hey, beautiful,” Dallas said with a small smile. “Hey,” I said as I sat down on the side of his bed and took note of the bandage on his arm. “How’s the pain,” I asked. “Ah, I’ll live, they got me on some good pain meds. Sorry we can’t go to the drive-in,” Dallas said taking hold of my hand. “I’m just glad you’re okay,” I said as I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his lips. “What happened,” I asked?

Dallas explained the kids and the fire at the church, Johnny getting trapped inside and the roof caving in on top of him. I promised that I’d try to find out how Johnny was.

“Are you still participating in the rumble tomorrow,” I asked? “Unfortunately, they won’t let me leave this prison until the day after,” Dallas said. “I’m sorry Dally, I know ypu really wanted to beat the shit out of those Socs,” I said. “Let’s just hope the boys can win without me,” Dallas said.

Dallas and I talked for a few more minutes, and then I went to meet Ponyboy, Darry, and Sodapop in the lobby of the hospital.

“Hey, you ready to go,” Darry asked as I walked up. “Yeah. Hey thanks again for the ride,” I said with a smile. “No trouble at all. You seem good for Dally. The right amount of calm and crazy,” said Sodapop. “Thanks, I think,” I said. “You were at Bucks the night Johnny and I showed up,” Ponyboy said. “Yeah, I was. I’m Violet, it’s nice to finally meet you Ponyboy,” I said sticking my hand out. “It’s nice to meet you too, Violet. So, you’re why Dally seems so different,” Ponyboy said as he took my hand. “What do you mean,” I asked. “Old Dally never would have helped us pull those kids out of that church,” Ponyboy responded. “Don’t let Dally here you say that,” Darry said with a chuckle. “Let’s get home,” Sodapop said.

“Violet, is that you,” asked uncle John as I walked in the door. “Yeah it’s me,” I said as I came into the living room. “Violet, can you sit down,” Aunt Dorothy asked. “Is everything okay?” I asked as I sat down on the couch. Aunt Dorothy and Uncle John exchanged a look, one that told me this conversation wasn’t going to be pleasant. “Violet, we need to talk about Dallas,” Aunt Dorothy began, her voice calm but firm. “What about him?” I asked, already feeling defensive. “We don’t think he’s a good influence on you,” Uncle John said bluntly. “He’s always in trouble with the law, he’s reckless, and—”

“And he got hurt today because he was saving kids from a burning building!” I interrupted, my voice rising. “You don’t know him like I do. He’s not just some troublemaker.” “He’s been in and out of jail, Violet,” Aunt Dorothy said, her tone softer. “We’re just worried about you. We don’t want you to get hurt or dragged into his messes.” “I’m not going to get hurt,” I insisted. “Dallas would never let anything happen to me. You don’t see the side of him that I do. He’s sweet, caring, and he understands me in a way no one else does.” “Understanding you doesn’t change the fact that he’s dangerous,” Uncle John said, frustration creeping into his voice. “You’re too young to be dealing with this kind of drama.” “I’m not a child!” I shot back. “I can make my own decisions about who I want to be with.” “We’re not saying you’re a child, Violet,” Aunt Dorothy said gently. “But we’re your family, and we love you. We don’t want to see you end up hurt because of him.” “You’re wrong about him,” I said, my voice trembling with emotion. “Dallas is more than just his mistakes. He’s been through a lot, and he’s still standing. He’s strong, and he’s good to me.” “But for how long?” Uncle John asked. “What happens when he gets into another fight or lands in jail again? What if he drags you down with him?” “He’s not going to drag me down,” I said, shaking my head. “Dallas wants to change, and he’s trying. Can’t you see that? Can’t you trust me to know what’s best for me?” “We do trust you,” Aunt Dorothy said, reaching out to take my hand. “But we’re asking you to be careful. To think about your future. You deserve someone who can give you stability, who won’t put you in harm’s way.” “I love him,” I said softly, tears welling up in my eyes. “Isn’t that enough?” “Love is important, but it’s not everything,” Uncle John said. “You need to think about your safety and your future.” “I am thinking about my future,” I said, my voice breaking. “And I see Dallas in it. Why can’t you just accept that?” “We’re trying to protect you, Violet,” Aunt Dorothy said. “We’re not trying to control you. We just want what’s best for you.” “And I’m telling you, Dallas is what’s best for me,” I said, standing up. “I appreciate your concern, but I’m not going to stop seeing him. I love him, and I believe in him.”

“Violet…” Aunt Dorothy started, but I cut her off by standing up. I stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind me. I wiped the tears from my eyes and started walking, the cool evening air stinging my cheeks. I needed to get away, to find someone who would understand.

Without thinking, I found myself heading toward Ponyboy, Sodapop, and Darry’s house. When I arrived, I hesitated for a moment before knocking. The door opened, and Sodapop stood there, his usual smile replaced by a look of concern. “Violet? What’s wrong?” he asked, stepping aside to let me in. “I… I had a fight with my aunt and uncle,” I said, my voice trembling. “They don’t understand about Dallas. They think he’s just trouble, and they want me to stop seeing him.” Sodapop closed the door behind me and guided me to the couch. “Sit down, Violet. I’ll get Darry and Pony.” A few moments later, Darry and Ponyboy joined us in the living room. Ponyboy sat next to me, while Darry took a seat across from me. “What happened?” Darry asked gently. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my voice. “They think Dallas is dangerous. They don’t see the side of him that I do. They just see his record, the fights, the trouble with the law. They don’t understand that he’s trying to change, that he’s good to me.” Ponyboy nodded, his eyes sympathetic. “They’re just worried about you, Violet. They don’t know Dally like we do.” “I know,” I said, my voice cracking. “But I love him, and they don’t get it. They don’t trust me to make my own decisions.” Darry leaned forward; his expression serious but kind. “Violet, it’s hard for them to see past Dally’s past. But they care about you. They’re just scared.” “I know they are,” I said, tears spilling down my cheeks. “But I need them to trust me. I need them to believe in him like I do.” Sodapop put a comforting arm around my shoulders. “You can stay here tonight if you need to. Get some rest and clear your head.” “Thank you,” I said, wiping my eyes. “I just need a place to think.” Darry nodded. “You’re welcome here anytime, Violet. Get some sleep. Things will look better in the morning.” Ponyboy fetched a blanket and a pillow for me. I settled on the couch, feeling a bit more at ease with my friends around me. “Thanks, guys,” I said softly, as they left me to rest.

Chapter 6

“Morning,” I said when Ponyboy came out of the bedroom. “Morning. Want some breakfast,” Ponyboy responded with a smile. “Sure, thanks again for letting me stay last night,” I said. “No problem, we keep our door unlocked, so if you ever need to crash again. Just come on over, no need to knock,” Ponyboy said as he headed to the kitchen. I sat back down on the couch and pulled my blanket around my shoulders. “How do you like your eggs,” Ponyboy shouted from the kitchen. “How you’re having them is fine,” I shouted back just as Steve and Two-bit came through the front door. “Anybody home,” Two-bit shouted. “Yeah, in here. Don’t slam the door,” Ponyboy said, just as the door slammed. Two-bit smiled and waved at me, and Steve nodded before they both ran into the kitchen to ambush Ponyboy. I stood up and followed them into the kitchen. Two-bit grabbed pony around the waist and started shaking him, causing him to fling the eggs all over the kitchen. “PONYBOY CURTIS.” Two-But yelled. “What are you doing? Look what you did. You made me ruin my eggs and drop my spoon,” Ponyboy said. I bent down and picked up the spoon, handing it to him. “Look at the blonde headed monkey, ha ha,” Two-bit said as he opened the fridge. “I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it in the paper. Hey, tell me, pony boy, what’s it like being a hero, huh,” Steve said. “A what,” Ponyboy said as Steve handed him the newspaper. “A hero, man. You know, like a big shot. Beer for breakfast, Two-bit,” Steve said. “I like the, uh, turn hero bit,” Two-bit said. “They’re charging Johnny with manslaughter? What do they mean if he recovers,” Ponyboy asked, showing me the front page. “It also says how you saved them kids, Ponyboy. How they’d have burned to death if it hadn’t been for you,” Steve said as he grabbed a chocolate cake and headed into the dining room. “Dallas will be mad when he hears they didn’t mention his police record,” Two-bit said as he leaned against the door frame between the kitchen and the dining room. “Ain’t that the truth,” Steve said.

“It’s all about us. Darry, me, and Soda. They’re thinking about putting me in Soda in a boy’s home? No way. They ain’t putting me in a boy’s home,” Ponyboy said as he threw the paper on the dining room table and walked into the bathroom. “Oh, hell, Ponyboy, they don’t do that to heroes. Where is, uh, Soda and Super-Dope, anyhow,” Steve said.

“Super what,” Darry said as he picked up Steve and put him back down. “All Brawn no brain,” Steve said around a mouthful of chocolate cake. “Darry, have you seen my DX shirt somewhere,” Soda asked, coming out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. “You got to wear pants, too, buddy. I think there’s a law or something about that,” Steve said. “How about my jeans,” Soda asked. “I ironed them. They’re in my closet,” Darry said as Ponyboy came out of the bathroom. “Darry,” Ponyboy said as he walked up to his oldest brother. “Hey, hurry up, you’re gonna be late,” Darry said. “Did you, uh, hear about that juvenile court thing,” Ponyboy asked as him and Darry watched into the living room. “The cops told me about it last night,” Darry said as he put on his shirt. “Hey, I tell you what. After we stomp the socs real good, Steve and I are gonna throw a party, and everyone’s gonna get ripped,” Sodapop said. Steve whooped in excitement. “Hey, where are you gonna get the dough, little man,” Darry said. “I’ll think of something,” Soda said as Ponyboy stepped out on the porch. “Hey, Violet, do you know when your uncle will be back at work,” Darry asked. “He should be back today,” I said.

“Pony? Pony,” Darry said. Pony came back in. “I hate to leave you here by yourself. Maybe I ought to take the day off,” Darry said. I’ll be OK. I’ve stayed by myself plenty of times. Besides, we can’t afford it,” Ponyboy responded. “Yeah, but I really ought to stay,” Darry said. “Don’t worry about it, Darry, I’ll babysit him,” Two-bit said, causing Ponyboy to slap him in the head.

Two-bit stood up and tackled Ponyboy. “Why don’t you get a job? You ever think of getting a job, Two-bit,” Steve said. “Hey Soda, come on, we gotta get to work,” Steve said as he headed towards the front door. “I gotta quit smoking, or I won’t make track next year,” Ponyboy said as Two-bit put him in a headlock. “Hey, you do up the dishes,” Darry said. “I’m gonna cut off your air,” Two-bit said. “Two-bit, lay off,” Darry said. “Yeah, Two-bit, lay off,” Ponyboy said as Two-bit finally released him. “He ain’t looking so good,” Darry said as he grabbed Ponyboy’s upper arm to help him up. “I’ll look after him, Darry,” I said. “Thanks, Violet,” he responded.

“Pony. You smoke more than a pack today, and I’ll skin you, you understand,” Darry said as he headed for the front door. “Yeah. If you carry more than one bundle of roofing at a time today, me and Soda here we’ll skin you. Understand,” Ponyboy said. “Hey Darry, please don’t tell my uncle I’m here,” I asked. “I won’t, but I want you to at least think about going home,” Darry responded. I nodded with a smile. “Hey, say hi to Johnny,” Darry said as him, Soda, and Steve headed out the door.

“We gotta clean up the house. The cops and reporters are gonna come by, and besides, it’s time for the people from the state to come and check on us,” Ponyboy said as he started gathering dishes. “Shoot, this house ain’t messy. You ought to see my house,” Two-bit said. “I have. And if you have the sense of a Billy goat, you’d start cleaning your house up instead of bumming around ours,” Ponyboy said as he headed into the kitchen. “Shoot, kid. If I ever did that, my mom would die of shock,” Two-bit said as he grabbed the entire chocolate cake and a beer and sat on the floor in the living room.

“You need any help,” I asked Ponyboy. “Yeah, sure. If you wanna put the dishes from the drying rack in the cupboard, so I can wash the dirty ones that’d be great,” Ponyboy said with a smile. “No problem,” I said as I started clearing the dish rack. “I thought once we get the dishes done, we’ll head over to the hospital to see Johnny and Dallas,” Ponyboy said.

Once we finish the dishes me, Ponyboy and Two-bit headed towards the hospital. I noticed quickly that they walked backwards, which I thought was a bit strange, but they walked on either side of me to ensure that I was safe in the road. “I would drive us, but the brakes went out on my car. Almost killed me and Kathy the other night. You ought to meet her brother. Now there’s a hood. Boy, he’s so greasy. He glides when he walks. He goes to the barber shop for an oil change, not a haircut,” Two-bit laughed. Their entire demeanor changed when they noticed a light blue Mustang. They turned around and began walking swiftly towards the gas station as the Mustang quickly drove around the building. “Stay close,” Two-bit said. “What do they want,” Ponyboy said. “I don’t know. How many guys were in the car,” Two-bit asked. “Four or five. Come on let’s hurry up inside,” Ponyboy said, reaching for the door just as the Mustang parked in the parking lot. “Hey, wait. Let’s see what they want,” Two-bit said. “Why do you want to see what they want m,” Ponyboy asked. “Just stay here,” Two-bit said as the group of guys cane walking up. “No jabs before the rumble. You know the rules, ape-face,” Two-bit said. “We know,” said a curly, dark-haired boy. “I want to talk to you,” the boy said, gesturing to Ponyboy. Ponyboy turned to Two-bit. “Go ahead. I’ll keep my eye on him,” Two-bit said. Ponyboy nodded and followed the boy back to his Mustang. “Two-bit, who is that guy,” I asked. “His name’s Randy, he’s the best friend of the guy Johnny stabbed to death,” Two-bit replied. “Oh my god,” I said. “Yeah, why don’t you head inside, Violet. We’ll meet you in there,” Two-bit said. I nodded and headed into the convenience store. I grabbed a pack of Twizzlers and a bottle of Coke.

Two-bit and Ponyboy grabbed their snacks, and we finished our walk to the hospital. Luckily, my aunt was off today. After an argument with a nurse, a doctor finally came and said that we could go in and see Johnny. Upon seeing Johnny’s condition, I stopped in my tracks. I didn’t belong here; this boy didn’t even know me. “I think I’m gonna go find Dally,” I said. “Alright, we’ll meet you over there,” Two-bit said.

I opened the door to Dallas’s room to argue with a nurse. “What’s happened to your gown,” she asked. “I threw it away. Get out. Just get out, you make my stomach sick,” Dallas said. “Hey baby, they treat you all right in here,” I asked. “Hey, sweetheart,” Dallas said as he gave me a kiss. “Ponyboy and Two-bit are with Johnny they’ll be here soon,” I said as I sat on the end of his hospital bed. “So, how’s Johnny,” Dallas asked. I really didn’t want to be the one to tell him how bad Johnny was, and like a gift from above Ponyboy and Two-bit came walking in. “Hey, man. How ya doing,” Dallas said as Two-bit tossed a toy Mickey Mouse on his chest. “It’s good to see you guys, man. This place gives me the creeps,” Dallas said as he got up to close the door. I noticed that he was only in his underwear. I thought about how his muscles wrapped around me. I blushed and looked away. “I won’t out,” he said as he slammed the door shut. “Tim Shepard dropped by. He saw my picture in the paper and couldn’t believe it didn’t have wanted dead or alive written underneath it,” Dallas said as he climbed back into his hospital bed. “He started rubbing it in about the rumble, man. I hate missing it,” Dallas continued as he sat up in bed. “You got a cigarette, Pony,” Dallas asked, and Ponyboy tossed him his pack. “Thanks.” Dallas said, his face suddenly becoming serious as he prepared to ask the question, we were all waiting for him to ask. “How is he? How’s Johnny doing, man,” Dallas asked. “Look, Dallas, uh…I don’t know about stuff like this, but uh… But he didn’t look too good. He passed out cold before we left,” Two-bit said. Dally rolled over onto his stomach, crushing his cigarette in the process. “You still got that knife on you,” Dallas asked. “What,” Two-bit asked. “The knife. Give it to me, will ya,” Dallas said as he outstretched his hand. Two-bit pulled out and flipped open a black handled switchblade. He handed it to Dallas handle first.

“You know, we gotta win that fight tonight. We gotta get even with those Socs. Let’s do it for Johnny, man. We’ll do it for Johnny,” Dallas said as he stared at the blade of the knife.

When we prepared to leave, I turned to Two-bit, “Can I have a minute alone with Dallas,” I asked. Two-bit nodded “We’ll meet you in the lobby.” Once they left the room, I walked over to Dallas’s bed. “I don’t know what you’re planning, but please promise me you’ll be safe,” I asked, fear evident in my voice. Dallas looked at me and took my hand in his. “I promise I’ll be safe, baby,” Dallas said, looking into my eyes. “ I mean it, Dallas, I can’t live without you. I love you,” I said. His eyes widened, and then he smiled. “I’m so glad you said that first, but I love you too,” Dallas said, pulling me to him. I smashed m6 lips into his.

I met Ponyboy and Two-bit in the lobby, and we headed outside to the bus stop across from the hospital. “Are you okay, Ponyboy,” Two-bit asked, pressing the back of his hand against Ponyboy’s forehead. “You feel kind of hot,” Two-bit said. “I’m okay. Be a pal and don’t tell Darry, okay, Two-bit. I’ll take a bunch of aspirins when I get home,” Ponyboy said. “Alright, but Darry will kill me if he finds out you’re sick, and you go ahead and fight anyway,” Two-bit says. “Keep your trap shut, and he won’t find nothing out,” Ponyboy says right as the bus pulls up. “Do you know the only thing that keeps Darry from being a Soc is us,” Two-bit said as he handed me and Ponyboy bus money. “Yeah, I know,” Ponyboy said as he climbed on the bus.

Once we took our seats, Ponyboy rested his head on the window. “Tonight. I don’t like it one bit. Something awful’s gonna happen,” Ponyboy said. Me and Two-bit exchanged a look. We reached our stop and got off the bus. “We’re gonna stomp *** on them so socs tonight. Everything’s gonna be alright,” Two-bit said as we walked to the park.

There was a group of kids wrestling in the grass. “Tough little kids, huh,” Ponyboy said. “Yeah, future Greasers,” Two-bit said. “PONYBOY,” called a female voice. I looked up and noticed the soc girl from the abandoned lot. Cherry, I think. She climbed out of her car. “Hey, Two-bit,” Cherry said, walking over. “What’s up with the big times,” Two-bit asked. “No weapons. They play your way. It’s a fair deal,” Cherry said. “You sure about that,” Two-bit asked. “Well, Randy told me. He knows for sure,” Cherry said. “Good deal. Thanks, Cherry,” Two-bit said. As we went to walk away, Cherry said, “Ponyboy wait a minute. Come here. I wanna talk to you.” Two-bit NI walked away so they could have some privacy.

We walked back to Ponyboy ’s house. “Hey, I should probably head home. My aunt and uncle are probably worried sick,” I said. Two-bit nodded. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow after Dallas gets out of the hospital,” I said before I turned and started the walk home.

As I approached the front steps of my aunt and uncle’s house, I didn’t know what to expect. They had every right to be angry, I had run out and disappeared for over 24 hours. “Violet, is that you?” Uncle John called out as I walked in the door. “Yeah, it’s me,” I said, feeling the weight of exhaustion settle in as I stepped into the living room. Aunt Dorothy and Uncle John were sitting on the couch, their faces etched with worry and relief. “Violet, can you sit down?” Aunt Dorothy asked, her voice steady but strained. “Is everything okay?” I asked, though I already knew the answer. I sat down on the armchair opposite them, bracing myself for what was to come. Aunt Dorothy took a deep breath, glancing at Uncle John before she began. “Violet, we need to talk about what happened yesterday. We were worried sick about you.” “I know,” I said quietly, feeling a pang of guilt. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” Uncle John leaned forward; his hands clasped together. “It’s not just about you being gone, Violet. It’s about Dallas. We had that argument because we’re concerned about the kind of influence he has on you.” I nodded, biting my lip. “I get that you’re worried. But you don’t understand him. He’s trying to change. He saved those kids from the fire. He’s not the monster you think he is.” Aunt Dorothy’s expression softened, but her voice remained firm. “We don’t doubt that he’s done good things, Violet. But his past…it’s hard to overlook. We just want you to be safe.” “And I am safe,” I insisted. “Dallas wouldn’t let anything happen to me. He cares about me. He loves me.” “We’re not saying he doesn’t care about you,” Uncle John said. “But love isn’t always enough to keep someone from making bad choices. We just want you to think about your future.”

Tears welled up in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. “I’ve thought about my future, and I see Dallas in it. Why can’t you just trust me?” Aunt Dorothy reached out, taking my hand in hers. “We do trust you, Violet. But sometimes, love can blind us to the reality of a situation. We want you to be happy, but we also want you to be safe and to make the best choices for yourself.” I pulled my hand away, standing up. “I’ve made my choice. And I choose Dallas. If you can’t accept that, then I don’t know what else to say.” Uncle John stood up as well, his face lined with concern. “Violet, please. Just think about what we’re saying. We’re not trying to control you. We’re trying to protect you.” “I know,” I said, my voice breaking. “But I need you to believe in me. To believe in him.” With that, I turned and walked out of the room, heading to my bedroom. I closed the door behind me and leaned against it, letting the tears finally fall. I didn’t know how to make them understand, and I wasn’t sure if they ever would. All I knew was that I loved Dallas, and that had to be enough.

“Hey, Violet. Dinner is ready. Your aunt made spaghetti,” Uncle John yelled. “I’ll be right there,” I yelled back. I walked to the kitchen, and me, Aunt Dorothy, and Uncle John ate dinner together.

After dinner, Aunt Dorothy and Uncle John went into the living room. While I sat at the kitchen table alone thinking. Suddenly the phone started ringing. I stood up and answered the phone, my heart already racing with unease. “Hello?” “Violet, it’s Darry,” came the tense voice on the other end. “We have a situation. Dallas called me—he’s in serious trouble.” “What happened?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. “He robbed a convenience store, Violet. The cops are after him. He needs help, and he doesn’t have much time.” My breath hitched. “Where is he now? Did he say?” Darry’s voice was strained. “He’s headed towards the park. But the police are closing in. You need to get to him before they do.” “I will. Thanks, Darry,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady as I hung up the phone. As I turned to leave, Uncle John walked into the kitchen, a grave expression on his face. I froze, realizing he’d been listening. “I heard, Violet,” he said quietly, reaching into his pocket. “I know you care about Dallas. Here, take my car keys.” I blinked, stunned. “Uncle John, I…” “I don’t approve of his actions, but I understand that you need to help him. Just be careful, okay?” He handed me the keys, his eyes filled with concern. “Thank you, Uncle John,” I whispered, clutching the keys tightly. “I won’t let you down.”

I hurried out the door, my heart pounding in my chest. The night was dark, and the drive to the park felt like an eternity. I kept glancing in the rearview mirror, paranoid that I might see police lights flashing behind me.

Finally, I reached the park. I saw Dallas running with the cops on foot behind him. I drove up next to him and pushed the passenger door open. “Get in, now,” I said. He looked like he wanted to keep running, but eventually, he jumped into the car.

I noticed that he was bleeding from his leg. “What happened,” I asked. “The convenience store owner shot me. Where are we going,” Dallas asked. “Back to my house so my aunt can rip that slug out of your leg. And then we’re leaving town.” I said as I slammed on the gas and speed out of the parking lot. “What caused you to do this, Dallas,” I asked. “Johnny died,” Dallas said. "Oh my god,” I said.

When we arrived at my house, I helped Dallas out of the car and into the living room. “AUNT DOROTHY. WE NEED HELP,” I yelled. Aunt Dorothy and Uncle John came running in. “Oh my God, John, get my first aid kit,” Aunt Dorothy said. Uncle John sprinted off to get the first aid kit while Aunt Dorothy guided Dallas to the couch, her face a mix of concern and determination. “Lie down, Dallas. We need to see how bad this is,” she instructed, her voice steady despite the tension in the air. Dallas winced as he settled onto the couch, his leg bleeding profusely. I hovered nearby, my hands trembling. “I’m so sorry, Dallas,” I whispered, feeling helpless. Uncle John returned with the first aid kit, and Aunt Dorothy immediately got to work, cutting away the fabric around the wound. “This is going to hurt, but I need to get the bullet out,” she said, looking at Dallas with empathy. He nodded, gritting his teeth. “Do what you have to do.” I watched in silence as Aunt Dorothy carefully extracted the bullet, her hands precise and practiced. Dallas squeezed his eyes shut, stifling his groans of pain. Uncle John stood beside me, his hand on my shoulder, offering silent support.

After what felt like an eternity, Aunt Dorothy finally removed the bullet and began cleaning and bandaging the wound. “You’re lucky, Dallas. The bullet didn’t hit anything vital. But you need to rest and keep the wound clean to avoid infection,” she said. Dallas nodded, his face pale but grateful. “Thank you, Dorothy.” I breathed a sigh of relief, my heart still pounding. “We need to leave town,” I said, looking at my aunt and uncle. “The cops are going to be looking for him.” Aunt Dorothy nodded, her eyes serious. “You’re right. You can’t stay here. But where will you go?” “New York. I still have friends up there,” Dallas said. Uncle John handed me a small bag. “Take some supplies and money. You’ll need it.” He looked at me, his eyes filled with worry. “Be careful, Violet. And take care of each other.” “Thank you,” I said, feeling a surge of gratitude and love for my family. “We’ll be back when it’s safe.” With Uncle John’s help, I got Dallas back into the car. Aunt Dorothy pressed a thermos of coffee and a package of sandwiches into my hands. “Stay safe, and call us when you can,” she said, her voice breaking slightly. “I will,” I promised, giving her a quick hug before climbing into the driver’s seat. As I drove away from the house, the reality of our situation settled over me. We were running from the law, with no clear plan for the future. But as long as we were together, I knew we could face whatever came our way. Dallas rested his head against the window, his eyes closed. “Thank you for coming for me, Violet,” he murmured. “Always,” I said, squeezing his hand. “We’re in this together.”

We drove through the night, the dark roads winding ahead of us like an uncertain future. But with each mile, I felt a growing sense of determination. No matter what lay ahead, I knew we would find a way to survive. Dallas and I pulled into the parking lot of a small, rundown motel on the outskirts of Joplin, Missouri. The neon sign flickered with the words “Vacancy” as we parked the car and stepped out into the cool night air. “We should get a room for the night,” I said, looking around nervously. “Yeah, good idea,” Dallas replied, his voice tight with exhaustion. His leg still throbbed from where Aunt Dorothy had pulled the bullet out of his leg. I told Dallas to stay in the car, and I walked up to the front desk, where a tired-looking woman with bleached blonde hair sat behind the counter. “I need a room for the night,” I said, trying to sound casual despite the panic that threatened to overwhelm me. The woman glanced up from her magazine, eying me suspiciously. “You got ID?” she asked, her voice gruff. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my ID. Handing it to the woman. After a moment of staring at it, the woman nodded and handed it back to me. ��Room 203,” she said, sliding a key across the counter. I went back to the car, grabbed Dallas and our things, and we headed to the motel room. Once inside, we collapsed onto the worn-out mattress, exhaustion washing over us like a tidal wave.

“We should call Darry,” I said, reaching for the phone that was sitting next to the bed. “Yeah, let him know we’re okay,” Dallas agreed, his voice soft with relief. I dialed Darry’s number, my heart pounding in my chest as I waited for him to answer. After a few rings, Darry picked up. “Hello?” “Darry, it’s Violet,” I said, my voice shaky with emotion. “We’re okay. We’re in Joplin, Missouri, staying at a motel for the night.” There was a pause on the other end of the line, then Darry’s voice came through, filled with relief. “Thank God you’re okay, Violet. Are you safe?” “We’re safe,” I assured him. “We just need some rest. We’re heading to New York. We’ll come back once everything cools down.” “Okay, just take care of each other,” Darry said, his voice tight with worry. “And call me if you need anything.” “We will,” I promised, my eyes meeting Dallas’s across the room. “Thanks, Darry. We’ll talk soon.” We hung up the phone, the weight of our situation still heavy on our shoulders. But as we curled up together on the bed, our fingers intertwined, we found comfort in the knowledge that we were in this together. And no matter what lay ahead, we would face it together as a team.

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Liana and Alexa from Barbie and the Diamond Castle are in love and here’s the proof

So, a bit of background first. I used to be obsessed with the Barbie movies when I was younger, just like everybody else my age. From time to time, I catch myself re watching a few of them, such as the Magic of Pegasus and Mermaidia, which were my favorites. However, last night I decided to go for a different one, and I’m glad I did. I only watched Barbie and the Diamond Castle once when I was a kid. My scarce recollection of it was about two girls who sold flowers and ate bread from their cabinets and eventually found a castle in a lake. But, upon re watching it, I now understand that it is so much more. 

I started taking notes originally just as a joke, but I’m actually 100% serious at this point. Also, it’s probably easiest to understand this if you are at least somewhat familiar with the movie, or you could watch it alongside my notes as I will be going in chronological order. But you do you.

My interpretation of Liana and Alexa’s relationship as more than just friends is under the read more because this is going to get really long. My notes were 1.1k words, but this is about 3k words. Also, expect too many commas, italics, and low quality pictures.

Okay. So, the story begins with normal Barbie and her friend, Teresa, singing a song about their friendship. Right off the bat, I noticed the lyrics.

Somehow when you’re around

The sky is always blue

The way we talk

The things you say

The way you make it all okay

And how you know

All of my jokes

But you laugh anyway

If I could wish for one thing

I’d take the smile that you bring

Wherever you go in this world 

I’ll come along

Super cute. The lyrics, given no context, can easily be interpreted in a romantic way.

After finishing singing, Barbie begins to tell her sister a story about friendship, and here we are introduced to our two main characters: Liana and Alexa. 

They live together in a cottage in the countryside and plant flowers. Honestly, that should be enough proof in itself. But, the remaining hour and fifteen minutes provide enough supplemental evidence that these girls are in love.

After Liana (the blonde) and Alexa (the brunette) finish singing the same song as Barbie and Teresa, Alexa describes the song as “magical.” Liana goes on to tease her about believing in magic and wishes, and Alexa chases her with a dish cloth. It’s only a few minutes in and they’re already flirting and just being cute in general.

Later, Liana finds two heart shaped stones in the river that runs near their cottage. Her immediate reaction is to call Alexa over and give her one of the hearts. Of course, Liana has to make sure her girlfriend doesn’t slip on the rocks though, first. She offers a hand as Alexa leaps about one foot over. Just an excuse to hold hands, I’m guessing. 

Liana seizes another opportunity to hold hands with Alexa as they close their eyes and recite, “Best friends today, best friends tomorrow, and always,” and then share a laugh. 

A magic spell is cast while their eyes are closed, and the hearts symbolize the physical manifestation of their love for one another. Alexa has the idea to turn the stones into necklaces, but before she can do anything, a storm suddenly rolls in and they head inside. 

Liana surprises Alexa with the heart necklaces that she had wished for, and puts on hers, calling them “the perfect match.” Although, I don’t think she was just referencing the necklaces; Liana and Alexa are a perfect match as well.

The storm ends up destroying their garden, so the couple is left with very little income. They have two options on what to eat: bread and jam, or jam and bread. (Ironically, this is one of the few scenes I remember watching when I was younger.)

Alexa wishes that they could have more - more food, more clothes, more house. But when talking about her future plans, she doesn’t hesitate to include Liana in them. Each sentence includes an “us,” “our,” or “we.” Alexa is in love, and she doesn’t plan on spending her future without the love of her life.

Alexa and Liana acquire a mirror from an old woman, and then proceed to work to fix up the garden. As they work, they sing, and once again, I present you with some of the lyrics:

But I know that I’m never alone

I think of you 

And how you never let me go

I feel connected

Protected

It’s like you’re sitting right

With me all the time

You hear me

You’re near me

And everything else is gonna be alright

‘Cause nothing can break this 

Nothing can break this tie

They’re in love. Just saying. 

The song about how in love Liana and Alexa are literally conjures a girl in the mirror. She sings along with them, and they quickly become friends. But, before they can bond too far, a dragon swoops down from the sky and tries to steal the mirror with the girl trapped inside. He burns their lovely cottage down, so the girls are left with no home.

Apparently, the girl in the mirror was an apprentice to three muses in a place called the Diamond Castle, where the stone hearts are from. However, one of the muses went rogue, so the Diamond Castle was hidden, and the key was given to the girl, an apprentice, to protect it. The dragon works for the evil muse who wants to regain access to the Diamond Castle.

While the girl in the mirror is explaining this, Liana looks at Alexa with so much love in her eyes it hurts my heart.

Since Liana and Alexa no longer have a house, they decide to journey to help the girl in the mirror find the Diamond Castle. While in the Valley of Flowers, Alexa hears rustling in some bushes and screams, believing it to be a snake.

However, it turns out it’s just some dogs, which Liana teases her for.

Alexa responds, “Okay, okay, I was only trying to protect you,” in the softest voice ever.

Okay, okay, that was really cute. During this scene, they also take in the dogs and name them Sparkles and Lily. 

Liana and Alexa arrive in a town where, to get food, they sing at a restaurant. The lyrics aren’t super romantic here (since they have a crowd,) but there was one line I rather liked.

We’ll stick together

Staying strong

While they’re on this journey together, they will always have each other.

Later, Liana and Alexa are eating on a break, and they are approached by a pair of British boys who attempt to serenade them with a song about how handsome they are. Liana is unimpressed.

She’s too in love with her girlfriend to even consider the possibility of dating one of them. She’s confident Alexa feels the same way, as they share a look.

After they leave the tavern, the girl in the mirror observes, “They were really cute.”

Liana replies, “You have to be kidding,” and laughs. She could not care less, and she makes eye contact with Alexa again. 

It’s what I like to call the knowing-lesbian look. 

Unfortunately, while they are in the forest, the dragon reappears with the muse. She tries to hypnotize the girls into giving her the mirror with the girl inside, but is unsuccessful because of the stone hearts they wear. The necklaces, symbols of their love for one another, make them immune to dark magic since they came from the Diamond Castle. 

Liana and Alexa manage to escape and are picked up by the two British boys from earlier. British boy #1 does flirt with Alexa but is greeted by an eye roll from her unimpressed dog. The best way to get rejected, if you ask me. 

Also, the British boys keep trying to be funny, but they’re not - at all - and it’s really annoying. Liana even comments, “They think they’re charming.” (She knows her girlfriend is funnier and more charming than they could ever be.)

At this point in my viewing, I was a bit concerned that the British boys would become love interests for the girls, but I was pleasantly surprised. They weren’t too involved in the storyline, and I wasn’t greeted with a random wedding at the end a la Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper style. Some flirting occurred, but overall the British boys were insignificant. 

Essentially, this picture is a summary of the relationship between Liana, Alexa, and the British boys:

The British boys fall into a hole. The troll who refused them access to a bridge is responsible, but I like to think they’re just that dumb. 

In order to cross the bridge, the girls have to answer a riddle. They must name an instrument that you can hear, but not see or touch. Liana figures out the answer relatively quickly: your voice.

The troll is shocked that she got the answer right, and I was shocked at what happened next.

A rainbow bridge appeared.

Yeah. Even better was what happened after. Moments after Liana and Alexa step on the rainbow bridge, the bridge begins to recede quickly so that the British boys cannot gain access to it. 

The gay girls who are in love literally walk away on a rainbow bridge from the straight guys pursuing them. Barbie did that. 

While it definitely wasn’t intentional, I did find it hilarious. 

Once over the rainbow bridge, Liana and Alexa continue their hike. Alexa grows extremely tired and stops to take a break. Liana immediately halts and turns around to comfort her girlfriend. “Are you okay?” she asks. 

They care about each other so much. Goals. 

After their break, the couple spots a house in the distance. Upon arriving, the man and woman who live there offer up their mansion to Liana and Alexa, claiming that it was destiny that they ended up at that house and it now belonged to them. (I don’t blame them - if a cute lesbian couple turned up at my doorstep, I’d offer them my house.)

As the man recites a tale about how it had been foretold that “two friends, best friends will come to live in the hall,” Liana and Alexa glance at each other when he mentions that they were destined to show up, together.

Because their love is destiny. There isn’t a universe out there where they aren’t hopelessly in love with each other. 

(Side note: I also totally just realized they’re wearing the colors of the bisexual pride flag. Amazing. Lesbian, bisexual, however they identify, they’re in love.)

Now, this is where things get rocky. Alexa wants Liana to stay with her in the mansion so that they can finally have all of the food and clothes she wanted them to have in the future. The couple can spend the rest of their lives in the mansion and be safe and happy. 

But, Liana wants to help the girl in the mirror find the Diamond Castle and defeat the evil muse. C’mon, Liana. Who cares about the plot, just go be happy and gay with your girlfriend.

“Stay with me,” Alexa begs. 

Eventually, Alexa erupts in anger: “You’re choosing Melody over me!” she accuses.

Guys, it wasn’t the British boys we had to worry about. It was the girl in the mirror all along. Magic: causing lesbian fights since 2006.

Liana storms out angrily with Sparkles the dog. Alexa rips off the necklace Liana gave her and throws it on the ground with a sad look on her face. Depressing music is playing. This is the worst day of my life. Why aren’t they allowed to be happy?

Alexa hears a knock on the door, and her head hopefully perks up and she gasps, “Liana?” She already wants to put this fight behind them and spend the rest of their lives together, whether it be in the mansion or searching for this castle.

Turns out it was the evil dragon knocking at the door, instead.  He kidnaps Alexa and brings her to the muse’s evil lair. Apparently, the mansion was a trap, and Alexa fell for it. At least Liana’s safe. 

Until the muse brainwashes Alexa because she took off the love necklace that protected her. 

Same, Alexa. 

“Where is your friend? Or should I say…ex-friend?” the evil muse taunts. Too soon, muse, too soon. Unfortunately, Alexa reveals Liana’s location unwillingly because she doesn’t have the power of love to protect her. 

The movie then cuts to Liana ranting about how much she loves Alexa: “Miss her? Why would I miss her? We’ve only been friends for as long as I can remember. She’s been with me through the best and worst times of my life. She knows me better than anyone else in the entire universe. I - I feel like a part of me is gone.”

Now that’s what I call love. Also, Liana’s too busy expressing her feelings for Alexa that she doesn’t even notice the dragon swooping down and kidnapping her. Iconic. 

Now, it gets kind of traumatizing.

The evil muse commands Alexa to walk off a cliff into a pool of acid. All Liana can do is watch in anguish and scream Alexa’s name as she walks closer and closer to the edge. 

Liana is desperate to stop Alexa from falling off the edge. She can’t imagine life without her.

Thankfully, the girl in the mirror convinces the evil muse to stop and promises to tell her where the Diamond Castle is. They leave, but before flying off, the dragon knocks Liana and Alexa off the cliff into the acid. 

When I started watching a Barbie movie, I really didn’t think I’d be encountering the Bury Your Gays trope. For a good 30 seconds, we’re led to believe that they’re dead. 

Luckily, the camera then pans down and we see Liana clinging onto the cliff for dear life, holding her girlfriend’s entire dead weight with just one arm.

Damn. Liana’s strong. She somehow manages to pull both of them back up onto the cliff as well. 

“I’m sorry, Alexa. Why did I ever leave? I’m so sorry,” Liana mourns. I’m not entirely sure why Alexa is suddenly unconscious, but, y’know. Plot. Liana had to cradle her in her arms, so I’m not complaining. 

Lily the dog comes to the rescue carrying the necklace Alexa dropped on the ground. Dogs: saving lesbian relationships since 2006. 

Liana puts the necklace around Alexa’s neck, and once again recites, “Best friends today, best friends tomorrow, and always.”

Liana’s love for Alexa literally just saved her life. Love is real, guys. Liana helps her girlfriend stand up, and then they search for a way out. 

“How?” Alexa asks.

Liana replies, “We’re going to climb up.” Gay pause. Eye contact. “Together.”

As they walk out of the cave, Alexa places her hand on Liana’s shoulder and apologizes for their fight. The two share a hug since they couldn’t bear to be separated from one another for too long.

The British boys return and Liana and Alexa find the evil muse and defeat her. (I oversimplified this because it’s just not relevant to their relationship. Whoops.)

Well, it’s not relevant until they need to unlock the Diamond Castle. Before them lies an empty lake, with no castle in sight. Liana and Alexa realize that they can only see it with the key: a song. And, oh boy, these lyrics. 

Every breeze that whispers

Reminds us constantly

Sometime’s what’s real

Is something you can’t see

Believe in all that can be

After singing, the Diamond Castle rises out of the water and towers over them.

Specifically, the lyrics sometime’s what’s real is something you can’t see really struck home with me. The Diamond Castle is a metaphor for Liana and Alexa’s relationship. Their love is what’s real, but it isn’t something that you can obviously see since it isn’t outright stated (given it’s a Barbie movie in 2006.) 

Inside the castle, the girl from the mirror is safe and Liana and Alexa are crowned princesses of music by the muses. Mirror girl asks them to stay in the castle with her.

But, Alexa refuses, “Live in this beautiful castle? Once, I would have said yes in the blink of an eye, but now, I just want my old home back. It was more than enough.”

She has realized that it isn’t the material things that matter, it’s the love she shares with Liana that she doesn’t want to live without. Alexa wants to return to their simple but happy life in the countryside with their garden and two dogs. 

The muses grant Alexa’s wish by handing her seeds to plant and regrow their flowers at home. To celebrate their success, the girls reprise the song from the beginning of their story with a change in lyrics.

It’s not an accident 

The time we spent apart

But now we’re so close

I can always find you

Right here in my heart

You’ve given me

Something I need

And I don’t ever want it to end

Because of you

I know I’ve found my strength again

They’re in love. Do I even need to explain more at this point? 

The girls wave goodbye to the British boys and muses to spend the rest of their lives accompanied by their dogs and at peace in the countryside. Liana and Alexa rebuild their cottage and plant the seeds for their future together. Literally.

The movie ends as we return to Barbie and Teresa in present day. Stacie, the younger sister, comments, “I would have hated it if Alexa and Liana didn’t make up.” Same, Stacie, same.

Barbie and Teresa then sing the final lyrics of the movie:

Two voices

One song

Because this was a movie about two girls, one love story. 

[popcrone818]

How Could You Know - Luke Morrow

Part One    Series Masterlist   Main Masterlist 

Part one is here baby !! please enjoy and leave feedback.

As I walked out of the Drug Rehab Centre in Oceanside, I was greeted by the sun shining in my face and my sister Camille holding a bouquet of flowers, her olive skin shining in the heat of the California sun.

“Its good to have you back, I've missed you so much.” She pulled me into a bone crushing hug before she helped me load my bags in the trunk of her beat up old car.

“I’ve missed you too. It’s been so long since I've seen the outside world.” We hopped into the cab of her car as she handed me the flowers she had gotten me.

“It really has been such a long time,” she pulled out of the parking lot and headed in the direction of her house on the beach. Camille was a hard-working bartender and business owner. She owns her own dive bar with the help of her business partner Billy.  With her income she was able to afford a lavish home with beach views.

Once we pulled up, she grabbed my bags and unlocked her front door for me to follow her in.

“So, I do have to work tonight, but after the girls have finished on stage, you’ll have me all night long. We can have a few drinks and then get food on our way home and watch crappy movies.” I nodded at her as she showed me the room that she had converted for me to live in. She nodded as I sat on the bed in the centre of the room.

I watched as she backed out of the room. I looked around at my new room, everything seemed new, and I didn’t know how to take it all in. I had been in rehab for the last 12 months everything was so different for me now. I had been sober for a year now no more drugs running through my veins. Camille and I had lost our mother 6 months ago and I couldn’t even get a day pass to attend her funeral. I pulled out a photo frame from my bag. In the picture two little girls smiled up at me with an older woman behind the girls. My beautiful mother was the one who made me get help. She was the reason that I pushed myself to get better so I could come home to her. And now I’ll never be able to see her beautiful smile again. I watched a small tear drip onto the frame as I placed it on the side table and started to unpack my bag.

An hour later Camille popped her head in to see how I was going. I was sitting on the bed with a book in my hands and looked up.

“You ready to head out?” I nodded and pulled on my leather jacket as I followed her out the door. I noticed the bar was already fairly full when we walked in, and I pulled my jacket tighter around my body. Camille squeezed my shoulder before heading behind the bar. I took a seat at the bar and she handed me a glass of coke. I spun around to watch band play. The lead singer was Cassie Salazar, she used to babysit me and my best friend Frankie Mabuthia, I watched fondly as she took over the stage, she was going to be big one day. She used to teach me piano when she would babysit me, I don’t play anymore but I wish I did and I wish I still could. I twirled the straw in my drink as Billy pulled the cords out of amp effectively shutting off the mic as Cassie was introducing the band. She and Nora, the other waitress, made their way over to me and the bar.

“Omg! Callie! Your back? When did you get back?” Cassie pulled up off my seat and into a crushing hug.

“I got out today, Cam had to work so you could rock the stage, then were going to get greasy food and watch crappy movies when we get home.” I waved to Nora as Cassie tied her apron around her waist.

“Cassie, your favourite people are here.” Nora nodded to the group of Marines that just walked into the bar. I rolled me eyes a long with Cassie as she and Nora made their way over to get their orders. I looked back down at my drink waiting for Cam to come out from the back so we could get on with this girls night we had planned.

“Cal! Get your ass over here.” I looked up at my name and noticed Cassie standing with the Marines gesturing me over to them. I groaned but got off my seat leaving my drink and walked the few steps to the group. Cassie was talking animatedly to a dark-skinned man with a buzz cut, as I approached he turned around and I jumped into his arms. His arms wound around my back as my legs wrapped around his hips. I held him close tears brimming my eyes.

“It’s so good to see you too Ope.” I pulled away from him and jumped down suddenly remembering we weren’t the only ones here. Frankie pulled me to his side as he gestured around to the boys. “These are the guys, were shipping off to Iraq in two weeks.”  

“Since when have you been a Marine?” I asked him as I punched his shoulder.

“6 months, after your, after everything I wanted to go out and do something, be someone other than just another taxpayer. We’ve been in training ever since. You look good, it helped you a lot.” I nodded and looked down, being reminded of where I had been and what I had missed.  “Guys, this is Calliope, my very best friend in the whole world. Cassie used to babysit us.” I watched as Cassie blushed and looked around at the other guys. My eyes followed hers and my heart leapt into my throat. I pushed Frankie away and took a step back. It felt like I had seen a ghost, a ghost of my past I was hoping to forget. My hands started to shake as I continued to back up. Johno’s face flew through my mind and as I felt the cold the concrete of the bar on my knees I felt a soft pair of large hands gently take hold of my shoulders.

“Callie, hold your breath, your having a panic attack.” His sweet deep voice floated through my ears, the breakup of music to hear his voice helped bring me back from my panic. My green eyes flicked up to his hazel ones, tears were freely running down my face now. I looked over his shoulder at his Marine buddies. I noticed Frankie was standing right behind Luke. His expression one of realisation. I looked back at Luke willing my tears to stop but looking at him just brought back memories, memories I had tried so hard to forget, to push away. The way he made me feel in the last year or two before he went away. And he was here sober as well by the looks of things. Luke helped me up off the ground and helped me walk back over to the others. Cassie had brought over drinks for everyone before one of the bigger Marines spoke up.

“So, were good enough to save your ass but not good enough to touch it?” I watched as she walked away shaking her head. Luke handed me to Frankie and made to follow Cassie. I felt something deep in the pit of my stomach wake up before I turned my head back to Frankie and the guys. I wiped away my tears and looked at each one of them. Without Luke near me it was easier to not break down.

“I need names for whose ass I'm kicking if this one comes home injured.” I joked poking franking in the chest. Camille showed up and Frankie left me to say hello to my sister.

The blonde guy to my left who looked no older than 20 spoke up first.

“Brandon.”

“Armando.” The who made the ass comment. I nodded and took a seat at the table.

“Look you two better watch those two for me, if you come home and they don’t there will be hell to pay and I can promise you no matter what kind of training you’ve had you will not get away.” I threatened as I got closer to them. They swallowed loudly before nodding as Luke, Frankie and my sister all walked back up to us.

“You ready to get out of here?” Cam asked me, I nodded and waved at the boys as I followed my sister out.

[babybooday]

Your home

Fluff & violence

Short one shot

You were getting your son ready for trick or treating dressing him up in his favorite custom outfit this year. Blood splattered all over his clothes and a fake knife that you made for him with just cardboard tape and markers gripped in his 6 year old hand ready to go with the neighborhood kids of haddonfield to trick or treat. "Okay Carter" you say while straightening out his jacket, "Now what are the rules"? You raise an eyebrow while looking at him. "Mommmy I know stay with the big kids" he looks at you bouncing on the balls of his feet. Excitement in his eyes. At that moment you can't help but to look over him 'He looks just like him' you grumble in your head. Carter grabbing your hand and dragging you to the door that was being knocked on is what took you out of your day dream. You open the door and see the 12-13 year olds with all the young kids Carter's age. "Give me a kiss" you say. Carter rolls his eyes and let's you kiss his cheek. "Okaaaaay mommy there's not gonna be any candy left can we please goooo" he tries to state his case. You wouldn't think he was only 6. You look at the oldest kid. "Please keep an eye out on him and only a couple hours" you state looking at your son not really wanting him to go out on Halloween night. "Of course Miss (l/n) we'll have him home. She gently takes Carter's hand and ushers the kids to start walking. You sigh watching them leave your front porch. "That kid is gonna be the death of me" you exclaim out loud as you shut the front door. Turning around looking over all the decorations in your house you really didn't know what to do without Carter being there. He always kept you on your toes. You decided you were going to watch his Carter's favorite movie. Halloweentown, as you get your bowl of candy and a bag of chips you sit down and pop on the movie. You sit there watching the movie your mind drifting off thinking about Carter's dad missing him terribly. Michael where are you?

The last time you saw him was 4 years ago when Carter was only two. You were coming back from grocery shopping and there he was standing in your kitchen waiting for you, you would never forget that day. It was the first time he saw Carter. He didn't even spare you a glance that day all he could look at was Carter, like they had some sort of connection that could never be broken. Almost like they could read each other's minds feelings and emotions, and like a gravitational pull he glided over to you and took him out of your arms and just stared at you. He knew this was his son. His eyes went from you back to the two year old squirming in his massive hands. He looked down at him and tilts his head to the side. Carter started giggling while he was doing that and in one swift motion walking past you to the couch he sat down with Carter on his lap and just stared at him the whole time. That was the last time you saw his daddy. The whole time he was here he wouldn't take his eyes off of his son, he was in complete fascination.

The doorbell rang snapping you out of your thoughts. 'Now who could that be' you think walking to the door. "Hey (y/) I'm glad your home do you wanna hang out maybe drink a beer or two"? You look at the gentleman in front of you. Tony. He's quite annoying always harassing you. He has great charm but you know all he wants to do is fuck. You overheard him and his friends talking one day at work that's why you haven't given him the time of day. He's your coworker and unfortunately for you he's also your neighbor. You slightly smile and ponder it for a bit .. hmm maybe just to get your mind off Michael. "Sure come on in I hope you have the beer like you offered I can use a drink" you say while walking back into the house. "Yeah of course I do" he states. "I ran out of candy to pass out and got bored" he finishes looking at you and plops on the couch. "Yeah well you're lucky I still got some" you giggle and sit down next to him. You resume the movie.

-Carters POV

Carter walks home by himself after the big kids ditched him. He finds his way home not being far from the house and sits on the steps and gets into his bag of candy. "Oh my favorite suckers" !! He yells opening up the wrapper and popping it into his mouth "yummy" he says muffled, looking into his bag a big shadow casts over him. Carter looks up and gasps "Daddy" !! He yells looking up at the man in the mask. The shape sticks out his hand for Carter to grab as he does with no hesitation. And he walks silently hand in hand with Carter to the back of your house while Carter rambles on about the night to his dad. As they enter the house through the back door the shape looks down to his kin and points to the stairs and puts his finger over his mask to let him know to go upstairs and be quiet.

-Your pov

You're laughing at something Tony said. It wasn't necessarily funny but you were beaming after those two beers. As he's talking you see movement out the corner of your eye and you look over to see nothing. "What's wrong" ? He says while looking at you. "Nothing it's just getting late my son should be home any time now" you say getting up and shutting off the movie that had the credits rolling. "Ahhhh that's too bad huh" he mumbles eerily. He stands up abruptly, looking at you "Y'know I always had a thing for you ... Still do." He Mumbles on, Staring back at him "I'm with someone Tony, remember" ? Trying to reason with him feeling uneasy. "Oh you mean the dad that nobody has ever seen before not even your closest friends"? He questions stepping toward you with every word and now standing in front of you. You look at him bewildered "Okay I think it's time to go I'll see you at work tomorrow" you hastily exclaim feeling nervous walking around him. Suddenly from behind he tackles you onto the couch you let out a shriek. He then flips you over violently on the couch so you're face to face now. "You know .. you have such a stick up your ass (y/n) but don't worry I'ma rip it out of ya" he says angrily as you're about to scream for help, a knife is plunged through his neck blood immediately squirts out and covers your face with the warm substance. The knife is violently ripped out of his neck and you see a hand on top of his head gripping his hair as the knife plunges back into his neck again and again and again. At this point you can't help the scream that comes out of your mouth it's not that you were scared you were more disgusted at the blood that was in your mouth. Tony is ripped off you and thrown to the floor with the shape getting on top of him and stabbing him repeatedly in the chest, Even though he was long gone. Overkill. You're looking at him from behind and your chest tightens when he stands up. You know who it is.

"Michael.. your home".

Happy Halloween y'all 🫶🏿

[faded-coat-of-blue]

(ADVANCE NOTICE: This post is spoiler-free)

So having only watched the original Knives Out for the first time last week, and having watched Glass Onion last night and just generally not being someone who enjoys film as a medium (though this is somewhat counterbalanced by me being the world’s biggest slut for murder mysteries)…

Ohhhhhhhhh my god. Oh my god that film was so good on so many different incredible levels and if you follow me here I can already guarantee that you’re exactly the kind of person who would adore it. I’m gonna try and throw some non-spoilery endorsements of it below, because unfortunately tumblr did spoil it quite significantly for me personally (luckily it’s the kind of film where that sorta doesn’t matter too much? Still enjoyable to see the mystery unfold even if you know where it’s ultimately headed)

1) it feels like almost too obvious a place to start, but both the casting and the acting in this movie were top notch. Daniel Craig took the half-caricature of a classic sleuth that he’d already done well in Knives Out and just perfected it. I won’t elaborate too much so as not to spoil characters, but the entire supporting cast felt hugely believable when they needed to be believable and were hilarious parodies when they needed to be funny - particular favourite performances of mine were Kate Hudson, Janelle Monáe and Edward Norton (whom I’ve always rated anyway but y’know), but honestly everyone, whether minor or major role, killed it

2) the political commentary is excellent and a lot more nuanced than you might initially think

3) it was an actually palatable COVID movie? It was truly delightful to see a ‘oh this happens to be set during COVID and like, it was such a big thing that obviously it’s going to influence a lot’ movie that at the same time wasn’t a ‘this is all (or even at all) a “life during COVID” movie’ - it was just there and acknowledged but it absolutely wasn’t integral to the movie

4) as a long-time wrestling fan, hi there, Batista’s dick. We missed you, buddy (for anyone concerned, it’s not ever shown explicitly but like… the speedos are tight)

5) utterly gorgeous set and costume design that (particularly the latter) was actually done with massive consideration for characterisation

6) many incredible (and in one instance downright hilarious) celebrity cameos (which normally I hate but you’ll see why it makes sense in this movie) - particular favourite had to be piss-drunk Yo-Yo Ma (who I’ll admit I only recognised because YouTube had literally recommended me a video of him two hours prior)

I think pretty much everything else I have to say about this film is spoilery but uhhhhhhh

please watch it

Oh and if you’ve seen it and either want to froth at me or you can think of non-spoilery good things that I’ve missed (I’ve already thought of one) please please DM me or reply or whatever

7) every single way in which the Mona Lisa is used in this movie

8) the fact that I can’t put my finger on it but if you’d told me everything I know about this movie from start to finish without me seeing it, I would’ve assumed I was getting Goncharov’ed

[gasbagkira]

Karl Jacobs- I’ll Beat You Next Time Baby

Hey! My first piece, kinda cringe. May do a part two where the reader gets dommed. Hope you enjoy it and feel free to request!

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Contains: AFAB! Reader, riding, dom reader, teasing, slight crying, a small bit of fluff at the end.

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NSFW BELOW

Karl had been on a streaming grind all day. 6 hours? You had started to keep busy by doing dimple pointless tasks around the house. You had cleaned the whole house, except, of course, Karl's streaming room. As soon as you knocked and he called out for you to come out he saw you with the cleaning spray and rag and he shook his head.

You left and decided to vacuum the downstairs house. There was a cute little coffee table in the middle of your guy's living room and when you tried to vacuum under it you banged the coffee table a few times. You heard Karl quickly rush down the stairs,

“Hey… um, babe can you maybe be a little quieter? Or maybe do it another time.” He shouted over the drone of the vacuum. You turned off the noisy vacuum.

“Well… maybe if you weren’t streaming all day I wouldn’t be so bored!” You quickly quipped back.

“Right, emm, I’ll finish up soon, baby.” you nodded at him. You also finished up quickly and put the vacuum away and pranced around the house with a stupid smile on your face. You were delighted to spend time with your favorite person.

Around 10 minutes later you heard Karl walk down the stairs yet again,

“Hey babe, I’m done!” He smiled at you.

“Hi!! What do you want to do together? Cook? Or maybe watch a movie? I thought we could play something but I guess your eyes are tired” You suggested to him frantically.

“Hey, hey, slow down a little. What do you mean play something? Like a board game?’Cuz I’m down for a board game or something.” he replied.

“How about UNO?”

“Sure!”.

You were a couple rounds in when Karl suggested something,

“Yo, what if we made a bet about this?” He smirked at you.

“Uhm, sure, elaborate!” You tried to reply innocently, knowing full well he meant something sexual.

“So, what if we done three rounds and if you win best of three, you get to fuck me how you want. But if I win best of three I get to fuck you how I want.”

“Right, bet’s on.” You smiled slyly at him.

After playing two rounds both you and Karl were on one win each. You were desperately nervous to lose. Not for the bet but you just didn’t want to lose to him.

Near the end of the match you were on two remaining cards; a plus four and a random number card. After he placed down his red seven you placed down your plus four and then your random number card. You grinned in victory. He looked back at you in horror.

“Right, baby. To the bedroom!” You said. He got up and walked into your shared bedroom slowly. When he got into the room he turned around and stared at you.

“Come on, strip and get on your back.” You said sternly to him. You swore you saw him shiver but you decided not to dwell on it and not mention it. He did as you asked and was finally on his back on your bed. You walked over to him and made sure he was ok with this.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Karl?” You asked him. He nodded and you climbed onto the bed. You took his cock into your hand, spit on it and slowly stroked it. He groaned out into the open air.

“Please miss, do something else.” He whimpered.

“I know you can beg better than that baby boy.” You replied

“Please, please suck my cock, mommy.” He begged.

You gave in and took his cock into both your hands and gave his tip kitten licks. He moaned out and you rubbed his thigh softly. You took his tip fully into your mouth and slowly started to suck his tip. You took him deeper into your mouth and sucked slightly harder. He grabbed your hair and you stopped.

“Ah ah, you know the rules baby boy.” You cooed.

“Sorry miss.” You went back to sucking his cock. You took him deeper into your throat and sucked with all your power. He moaned out so much that echoed off the walls. You could tell he was getting close when you pulled away. He whined and looked at you pleadingly.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll ride you.” you said responding to his pleading eyes. You were slightly wet from blowing him, but just to be careful you got extra lube and put it around your hole and some on his cock. He shivered at the cold feeling of the lube.

You climbed on top of him and put the tip in your hole. You pretended to go down all the way but only went a little. He begged for you to go all the way down on his cock. You complied and sunk all the way down on his dick. You then started to move your hips back and forth and grind on him slowly.

As you had done this for a while he had grabbed your hips and tried to get you to bounce up and down. You slapped his hands off of you and said,

“No, no. You know the rules baby.” He whined out softly and closed his eyes, however you gently tapped his face and he re-opened them. You smiled sweetly at him but he just whimpered at you.

You had started to bounce on his cock and go at a reasonable pace.

“F..fuck I’m gonna cum, please let me cum!” He almost shouted.

“Please hold on a little longer for me.” You replied. You had teased the poor boy for ages so you bounced harder and started to rub your clit,

“Go on baby, cum for me now.” You moaned out to him. At this point you were so invested in your own pleasure so you didn’t mind if he came.

As you felt yourself get right on the edge he moaned louder than he had before while you fucked him.

“F.f.f.fuck Y/nnn you feel so good please, please!” At his words you came all over his cock and felt his and your cum drip all down your thigh. You saw tears puddle and run down his cheeks so you wiped them away with your thumbs,

“It’s ok baby, it’s all over now.” You said to him reassuringly. You had grabbed your and his comforter and pulled it over you both and cuddled him close. You heard from your chest mumbled out words,

“I’ll beat you next time baby.”

[jrob64]

One Thrill Ride Leads to Another - Epilogue (Home for Christmas) NOW a complete story!

This roller coaster of a story is coming to an end and I hope you enjoy one last exciting ride before it does. Massive thanks to @hookedmom and @kmomof4 for all their help, and once again, happy birthday to @snowbellewells, for whom this story was written. What I thought would be a one-shot ended up being 6 chapters, so now your birthday is covered for the next 6 years! 

Story Summary: While working at Universal’s Islands of Adventure, Killian Jones meets Emma Swan, slips his name and number into her phone, and later sends her a text asking her out. His snap decision could lead to her blocking his number, or to an adventure much more thrilling than a ride on a roller coaster.

Rating: M (for smut in chapters 4 & 5)

Words (Epilogue): 2324

Total words: 42,150

Complete story on Tumblr: Ch1  Ch2  Ch3  Ch4  Ch5

Also on ffn and Ao3

And now, please remain seated and wait until the coaster comes to a complete stop before unbuckling your safety belt! Enjoy the rest of the ride!

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“Maybe we should’ve gotten a smaller tree,” Emma puffed, pausing to catch her breath on the third landing of her apartment building.

“There’s no going back now,” Killian reminded her. “It’s the first live tree for both of us and we searched for it for hours. This one is perfect.”

“You’re right. Okay, one more flight of stairs. We can do this!” She hoisted her end of the tree off the floor and trudged up the steps.

After they made it to her apartment, she unlocked the door and the two of them wrestled the tree and themselves through. Killian kicked the door closed behind them, then they both collapsed onto the sofa.

“I love that you found a place for us to cut down our own tree,” Emma said, laying her head on her boyfriend’s shoulder.

“And I love you,” he replied, turning his head to press a kiss to her forehead, while he took her hand and wove their fingers together.

“Mmm, I love you, too.”

Nearly five months after their chance meeting in Florida, the couple was getting ready to celebrate their first Christmas together, and Killian was determined to make it the best one of Emma’s life. After hearing her stories of past holidays in foster care which left lasting emotional scars, he wanted to fill this Christmas with so much love and joy, she could finally leave those sad memories behind.

They rested for a few more minutes before getting the tree set up, trimming some branches, and filling the tree stand with water. Emma brought out the shopping bags full of lights and garland they purchased the previous weekend. They unpacked them and proceeded to work together to string them on the tree, while listening to a Christmas playlist Killian had on his phone.

“Why don’t we make hot cocoa and eat some cookies before we start putting the ornaments on, Love?” They had baked gingerbread cookies earlier in the day and the sweet smell of them still permeated the apartment.

“Sure. Do you want me to text Ruby and ask her and Graham to come over?”

The two couples were very considerate of each other’s privacy and usually took turns staying at either one of the apartments, but they also liked to spend some evenings together. Sometimes Liam and Belle or David and Mary Margaret joined them, but with M’s being in her last trimester of pregnancy, the times with that couple were becoming more limited.

“Uh, would you mind if…if we didn’t invite them?” Killian asked.

Emma studied him and noticed he wasn’t quite meeting her eyes. “Is something wrong?” she asked, reaching over to take his hand.

“No,” he hurried to assure her. “I just…sort of wanted it…to be only the two of us tonight. Graham and Ruby already put the little artificial tree up at the other place and, well, I thought maybe…”

“This one can be ours to decorate,” she finished his thought. “I like that idea. Maybe after we’re finished, we can watch a Christmas movie.”

He smiled warmly. “Sounds wonderful. Let’s get the hot chocolate made, shall we? I’m eager to try those cookies, since you wouldn’t let me sample any while we were making them,” he affectionately groused.

“But that would have spoiled the effect of eating them while we decorate the tree,” she pouted.

He kissed her on the tip of the nose. “You’re too damn cute, Swan. You know I can never say no to you.”

“Yes, I do,” she said smugly.

Emma insisted they make the beverage the old-fashioned way. Killian heated milk in a pan on the stove, while she mixed cocoa, sugar and salt together in a bowl, then slowly added it to the milk while he whisked the mixture until it was smooth. When it was heated through, he poured it into matching Santa mugs, topped them with whipped cream and added a dash of cinnamon to each one. She placed several cookies on a snowflake-shaped plate and they carried everything into the living room.

“I know I’m probably going overboard with all the Christmas stuff, but…” Emma started, once they were settled.

“Nonsense, Sweetheart,” he shushed her. “Now is the perfect time to start our own traditions.”

As they sipped their hot cocoa and nibbled the gingerbread, Emma let her mind wander to the previous December. Mary Margaret was still living in the apartment and insisted they decorate, but memories of past Christmases kept Emma from truly enjoying the spirit of the season.

She couldn’t believe her life could be so different in a year’s time. One fateful day in July changed everything, and she couldn’t help but wonder what their lives would be like by this time next year.

“Penny for your thoughts, Love,” Killian said softly, noticing her faraway look.

She gave her head a little shake. “I was just thinking about how different this Christmas is going to be from every other one.”

“Different in a good way, I hope.”

Leaning in to kiss him, she whispered against his lips, “In the best way. I’ll be spending it with the love of my life.”

He set his mug on the end table and took hers to do the same, then pulled her into his lap. “How did I ever get so lucky?” he asked, nuzzling into her neck.

“It was because of your sunglasses,” she said, tilting her head to encourage his caresses.

Killian pulled back with a bewildered look on his face. “My sunglasses?”

She giggled. “Yeah. When you saw I still had my phone that day at the Velocicoaster, you looked at me over the top of your sunglasses and I was a goner. It was incredibly sexy.”

“You never told me that.”

Feathering her fingers through the hair above his temples, she said, “It’s quite possible I began to fall in love with you at that very moment.”

“And yet you thought I could be a serial killer?” he asked with a smirk.

“I was just being cautious. Do you blame me?”

He tugged her closer and pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “Not at all. Some idiot takes your phone and puts his number in, then sneaks a look at your information? I’m lucky you didn’t try to have me fired…or arrested.”

“Well, giving you a chance turned out pretty good for me.”

He brushed her hair away from her throat so he could trail kisses along it. “Even better for me.”

As he continued to leave a path of pleasurable heat with his lips, she murmured, “Don’t you want to decorate the tree?”

“Aye, Love. I guess I can wait until later to unwrap my gift,” he sighed theatrically.

She rolled her eyes. “You are so corny.”

“I’m sorry - did you say ‘corny’ or ‘horny’, because I’m definitely the latter.”

“Omigod,” she groaned, covering her face with her hands. “I don’t know why I put up with you.”

“Because you love me and can’t live without me,” he grinned.

She dropped her hands and looked at him, her playful expression replaced by a serious one. “You know that’s true, don’t you? I can’t imagine my life without you.”

He framed her face with his hands. “Then don’t, because I’m not going anywhere, Emma. You’re it for me.”

Emma felt tears prick her eyes at his declaration. The months they had been together were by far the best of her entire life, and hearing that she could look forward to a lifetime more with him made her a bit emotional.

Killian saw the lights from the tree reflected in her glittering tears and smiled softly. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.

“And you’re too good to be true,” she replied in a slightly choked voice.

Leaning in, he captured her lips for a sweet, lingering kiss. “You taste like chocolate and gingerbread,” he said, resting his forehead against hers and licking his lips.

“So do you,” she laughed. “Speaking of which, our hot chocolate is getting cold.”

He sat back, chuckling. “Well, we can’t have that now, can we?” He picked up both mugs and handed one to her. “I can’t remember whose is whose.”

“We just swapped spit, so I don’t think it really matters,” she smirked before taking a sip.

“Sometimes you sound a lot like Ruby, you know that?”

“God forbid,” she muttered.

While finishing their cookies and hot cocoa, they discussed movie choices, finally settling on The Muppet Christmas Carol. Emma took care of washing the mugs and cookie plate, while Killian carried the plastic tub of ornaments out of her bedroom.

She joined him in the living room and lifted a box of red satin Christmas balls out of the tub. “I know we bought some ornaments last weekend, but the tree is still gonna look pretty bare,”

“We’ll keep adding more each year,” he assured her, attaching a hook to one of the baubles and completely missing the fond look she sent his way because of the nonchalant way he spoke of their future.

She watched him place the ornament on the tree, humming “I’ll Be Home for Christmas” as he did. Home. That was the main reason this holiday season was going to be different this year. Her heart had found a home with him.

They hung all the satin ornaments on the tree and Killian placed the angel at the top, before unboxing the ones she bought in the Disney Christmas store. “I put these away as soon as I got home from vacation,” she said, smiling down at the Beauty and the Beast ornament in her hand. “Do you remember helping me pick them out?”

“Aye, it was a fun day. I recall wondering if I would be fortunate enough to be in contact with you by Christmas.”

She stepped into his arms and looped hers around his neck, stretching up on her toes to share a kiss with him. “And now look at us,” she said quietly, “not only in contact with each other, but in a committed relationship.” After briefly pressing her lips to his again, she turned to hang the ornament on a branch at the front of the tree,

Killian put a hook on the little figures of Mickey and Minnie Mouse and handed it to her. “It’s better than I even imagined. I had no idea you lived in Boston at that time. It all worked out perfectly.”

“Yeah, it did.” She stepped back and looked at the tree. “I’m gonna put the Rapunzel and Flynn Ryder one right here,” she said, pointing to an empty branch near the top.

He knelt in front of the plastic tub and found the one she wanted. “Do you have a spot picked out for the Walt Disney and Mickey Mouse statue, Love?”

“There’s a bare spot down there.” After hanging both of the ornaments he gave her, she appraised the tree with her hands on her hips. “I think it looks good, don’t you?”

He continued to kneel on the floor, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “I think it needs something there,” he said, gesturing toward the center of the tree.

She threw up her hands. “Well, we’re all out of ornaments, so what do you suggest?”

“How about this one?” he asked, holding up a round ceramic box with a sun painted on top.

Emma turned to see what he meant and gasped. “The Tangled music box! You went back and bought it?”

“I saw how much you wanted it that day and I knew you had to have it.”

“But it was so expensive, Killian! You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know I didn’t have to, I wanted to.” He pushed it toward her and she carefully took it, immediately winding the little key on the bottom. When she opened the lid to hear it play “I See the Light'', she nearly dropped it in shock. Nestled inside was a beautiful, sparkling ring. Her eyes shot up to see Killian on one knee, a nervous but hopeful look on his face.

“Emma, ever since I laid eyes on you, you’ve taken my breath away and made my heart beat faster than any roller coaster ever could. My life with you has been a wild and thrilling ride so far, and I never want it to end. Will you make sure it never does and marry me?”

With shaking fingers, she reached into the music box and removed the ring from inside. Her gaze shifted from the gorgeous pear-shaped diamond, atop a twisted gold and diamond encrusted band, to her boyfriend, who was anxiously awaiting her response. Words escaped her, as tears filled her eyes and she slowly nodded, still stunned by his proposal.

“Does that…are you saying…yes?” he managed to ask, his throat constricting with emotion.

“Y-yes!” she cried, dropping to her knees and flinging her arms around his neck.

He held her tightly as she sobbed into his shoulder, feeling his own happiness bubbling up inside his chest. When she finally took a deep, shuddering breath, he loosened his grip around her and pulled back, looking into her tear-stained face. “Are you alright, Love?” he asked, tenderly brushing aside strands of her hair.

“Yeah,” she hiccuped, “I just…I…I love you so much and I’m so happy!”

His dimple flashed as he beamed. “I love you, too, Sweetheart.”

She dropped her arms and opened her right hand, allowing Killian to take the ring she’d been clasping. He lifted her left hand, looked up at her from under his eyelashes and, at her encouraging smile, slid it onto her finger, kissing the knuckle above it once it was in place.

The kiss they shared afterwards conveyed all the hope they had for their future - an exciting ride that would most assuredly include highs, lows, curves, twists and loops, promising them the greatest adventure of their lives.

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Emma’s engagement ring - from the Enchanted Disney Fine Jewelry Collection inspired by Rapunzel. Thanks to @kmomof4 for finding it! This picture also includes the diamond wedding band. 

Thank you so much for coming along for the ride! 

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[asocialangel]

you can sit here. I said sit.

When they want you to sit on their lap, and disobedience won’t be allowed.

Hellaurrr finally these are the pieces i struggled to finish. I’m disappointed in them because they took me so much time and concentration, and they’re not even good in the end... The reality of writing haha. I hope i can get better with time and effort. Chile. I’m happy cause some scenarios are creative but overall this is bad. Anywayyys I hope you’ll like what I wrote for your respective man, following this cliche but sexy trop :-)

(when i finished writing the first hanji one) A/N; YEs again an open ending but these are just my favorites !! Or maybe it’s an excuse I use unknowingly because I’d be too embarrassed to continue on with smut or whatever… Because yes, most of these stories end up steamy in my head, But I never write it out, it’s for you to imagine. Maybe one day I should actually try to finish up the scenario and write that damned smut ending haha. Anyways enjoy me writing for the first time someone other than lino !

Han; Location: Cinema

You were about a minute and 30 seconds late, nothing dramatic. Hopefully Han hadn’t arrived too early. You saw him standing next to the cinema entrance, looking around, maybe to find you. He was so endearing, his hat and jean jacket on, with this kinda lost look on his face. This uncertain expression changed when he saw you, leaving room for his pretty smile. You walked faster towards him. 

“Hi ! How are you doing ?” “Just fine, thank you for asking. How about you princess?” You chuckled. “Very good too. I’m eager to watch the movie.” 

Actually it wasn’t the movie itself you were excited about, it was spending about an hour and a half with Han Ji Sung aka probably the prettiest boy you knew, or the one person you couldn’t repress your feelings from. It’s like this jackass was a magnet, everyone seemed to love him, including you. With this ‘date’ as he called it, you knew you were falling into his trap, where he’d make you think you’re somehow special to him, when in reality he is currently playing about 6 persons at a time. But you couldn’t help it. Jisung was just not someone you said no to.

You started walking together in the building. “You want some popcorn baby girl?” “Mhm no I’m fine, that’s sweet thank you.” Why was this almost awkward… Maybe you should’ve stayed home. “You sure ? … At least I’ll get us drinks. What do you want ?” You got closer to him, and found the courage to hold on to his arm with your two hands. He smirked. After a pause he looked at you and said “Others can’t seem to make a move on me, like they're scared. Or at the contrary, they’re overly touchy. Could you be different Y/N ?” Here he goes again, lying to create a feeling of intimacy and uniqueness… Do you think he practices these sentences to be more convincing ? You fake laughed. But deep down, you were mad at yourself, because it actually made you feel somewhat good. Dumbass Ji Sung. “A Cherry Coke, please.”

With both your drinks in your hands, you started walking up the stairs, heading to the projection room. “The seats are not assigned, feel free to choose what you want”, said the staff as they scanned your tickets.

When you walked in the room, it was overwhelmingly empty. There was absolutely no one. Han laughed: “Well we do have a choice ! Where do you wanna sit, baby girl ?” “Mhmm” With no words you started guiding him, still wrapped up around his arm, walking up the stairway. You showed a row. “Here, now you choose the seats, I don’t care as long as we’re in this alley.” He took back the lead and stopped at seat 13. “Here.” He sat first and looked at you right in the eyes. “You can sit here.” He lightly tapped his lap but you brushed it off, it probably did not mean what you thought it did, so you broke eye contact and started sitting next to him, on seat 14. He  raised his hand and placed it behind your back, without touching you, stopping you from sitting. He looked at you without flinching and said with a light smirk: “I said sit here”, as he removed his hand from behind your back and placed it on his lap. Okay. It did mean what you thought. You got up and lightly laughed to yourself. Han Ji Sung… 

You turned your back to the screen and looked at him in the eyes. And without breaking eye contact, sat down on his lap, sideways so you could stare at both the screen and his pretty face. “All this room but no seat is as appealing as this one” You said with a seductive smile, leaning towards him, your face being dangerously close to his. But you backed down at the last second and turned to the screen, smiling, proud of yourself for leaving Hanji the ace of hearts hanging like that. Yup, you do know how to make yourself desired. 

Changbin; Location: Recording Studio

“Hey babe. Where are you ? I finished training, I think I’m ready to record. Mhm, Okay. I’m coming.” You hung up and collected your stuff, putting your gym bag across your shoulder. You tightened your ponytail and got going. It had been maybe two hours since you had been training alone to record your upcoming b-side ‘freeze’. You knew your parts and lyrics, you were just warming your voice up and practicing your tone. As you traveled from the practice room to the recording room, you couldn’t help but think about your… uhm… about ChangBin. What was even the relationship between the two of you ? The pet names you used on each other were a joke at first, but now it wasn’t ironic anymore. But you guys had never specified that you were anything else, anything more. You weren’t even sure what you felt for him. You pressed the elevator button. Now wasn’t the time to think about this… You looked at the lyrics again to clear your mind. 

When you arrived in front of the door, you held back a second before entering, taking a deep breath. You knocked and entered immediately, not waiting for a response. As you stepped in, ChangBin turned back to look at you. “You were fast. I just need to get the mic ready.” “Oh I can do that” you offered your help while putting your bag down. From all this hanging out with ChangBin, you started to learn a bit about the studio and recording process. You headed towards the microphone setting, plugged some cables and readjusted the isolation. “Are you done ?” you asked ChangBin, looking at him, the headphones in your hands.  “Not really, I’m still fixing up the previous parts, layering everything so the mixing will be easier.” “Wait” You didn’t know how to do that. “Show me, I want to learn this.” “Sure, come”. He talked to you while looking at the  screen, a smile tracing his lips. You put the headset down and headed towards him. He was concentrating on the computer, the clicking sound of the mouse breaking the silence. “Uhm, babe ? Where do I put the stuff though ?” The chairs next to him were all cluttered by either his stuff, the member’s, or cables. “Oh that, don’t mind it, you can sit here.” Still looking right in front of him, he took one hand of the keyboard to put it on his thigh, essentially offering himself as a seat. You blushed, distraught. Usually, you were the one making the moves. “No it’s fine, I can put them aside, just tell me where”, you countered, starting to gather the mess. “I said sit.” ChangBin was still smiling at the screen, but he spoke firmly. He drew back from the desk, now looking at you, leaving you all the room for you to sit. He placed his hands on his hips, and waited for you to come with a smug expression. You shook off your hesitant face and relaxed, now smiling back at him. You hopped on his lap and let him place his hand on yours as you grabbed the mouse. “So teach’, how’s it done ?” 

Bang Chan; Location: V-Live Set

When you walked in the room, you saw everyone gathered up in front of Jeongin’s phone. Him and Hyunjin were doing a V-Live and almost everyone was there, including your secret boyfriend, mister Channie. As soon as you opened the door everyone’s heads turned to you. You worded out the words “can I join the live?” silently to make sure you’d have their approval first. Everyone nodded. Lee Know complained “Y/N-ah why’d you interrupttt ?”, insisting on that last syllable. This was essentially your sign to come on camera. You stepped forward and entered the frame. You waved smiling. “Hi stays ! I hope you are all doing good. Can I join ?” 

As Jeongin read the positive comments, you turned back and looked for a spot to chill. Hyunjin and Jeongin were on the floor, Lee Know on a chair and Bang Chan and Seungmin on the couch. So there was no place left. As you scanned the place with your eyes, you heard Chan whispering your name. You looked up and saw his hand on his lap, signing you to get closer. You looked at his face. He was impassive. You walked to him until you were near enough and you could hear what he told you. You leaned forward so your ear was near his mouth. “You can sit here.” You felt a pink blush rise in your cheeks. “But everyone will see and they will create rumors, I don’t even think JYP-nim will like i-” You hemmed and hawed, staring to shy away, furthering away from him. His laid-back attitude tensed up a bit. “I said sit here” He repeated firmly, staring right through your eyes. You froze for an instant, and getting annoyed, Bang Chan took the matters into his own hands. He grabbed your hips with his hands and spun you around. Disconcerted, you did not have time to react. In a continuous movement, he pulled you closer to him, until finally your knees hit his and you tumbled sitting on his lap. You were still pink and wide-eyed, but now sitting comfortably, your boyfriend’s hands around your waist. He placed his head on your shoulder. “Make sure to listen to me so I don’t have to repeat myself, love.”

In the meanwhile, nobody had heard or noticed anything, only Seugmin gave you a side-eye, smiling to himself. Hyunjin, Jeongin and Minho were still discussing loudly, and you stared at the camera, still embarrassed. Yeah… Hello stays… 

[The next day tons of fan edits or whatever compilations went viral on internet. Fortunately no one was negative about it]

Seungmin; Location: Interview backstage

Seungmin never really had been a very PDA guy. He wasn’t against it, he was very proud of loving you actually, it just wasn't his thing. But today… Today was different. You were filming an interview, in which you were the host asking the questions to the 8 members. Since the beginning of the week you had been pissing your boyfriend off. The way others talked to you… The way you replied, like you were seducing them back… No, he couldn’t have it that way. You were his and only his. And he had to let everyone know that, including you.

Everyone was dressed in suits, even you. Your tight white shirt was a bit see-through and your black necktie was the second prettiest thing that could be around your neck (the first one being Seungmin’s hands). And Seungmin’s three piece suit… 

“CUT !” The set director shouted. Everyone’s shoulders and smiles relaxed. “The break will last 15 minutes everyone, then we’ll shoot the conclusion”. You listened to the director until he finished speaking. “Man, I really need water, who’d know being a host made you so thirsty ?” Felix laughed. “I would’ve thought you always felt like this considering how much you talk.” “Tss”, you hissed and playfully smiled at him. Everyone got up and started talking, looking for water bottles, escaping the heat of the artificial lighting. You started erring, looking for an occupation until the break was over. 

The group had switched spots. They were now sitting on the rest area, on multiple couches and chairs. Everyone being asked to leave the set so it could be tidied up and prepared for the last shots, you decided to go sit with the 8 boys. You walked closer to them, and after examining the seats, you noticed one next to HyunJin ; naturally, you headed towards him. But as you walked past the other boys, you felt a hand stopping you from going further. SeungMin's hand was discreetly placed on your lower thigh. 

“Looking for a seat, babe ?” He looked at you, his head raised to see your face. His fake smile made you think twice before answering. “Well yes, but not anymore, there’s one rig-” “You can sit here.” SeungMin interrupted. He did not remove his hand nor break eye contact. His words spoke for themselves. You lowered your head and spoke more quietly, looking at the floor. “No it's really fine thank you. And you need to rest for-” “You misunderstood. I said sit.”  SeungMin now gripped your thigh. His soft hands could be so rough when he decided it. “Yes okay”. 

You sat, head still low, scared and embarrassed. Nobody disobeys Kim SeungMin’s orders, not even his princess. He rubbed his hand on your hips, tracing circles through your black pants and whispered to your ears:“good girl”. Maybe you should make him jealous more often. 

HyunJin; Location: Stray Kids’s van

As you were waiting in the parking lot, you finally saw the team, your eights stars included, arrive. It was pretty cold and the only way you had passed the time was playing with your cold, condensed breath. “Finally”, you whispered to yourself. As their relatively loud cheering got closer, you pushed yourself from the wall you were leaning on and walked towards them too. 

“Oh hi Y/N !” merily shouted Han, now only a few meters apart. You smiled softly, tired. “Hi guys, hello everyone” you replied while greeting everybody with a wave.You continued: “Had a nice day?” “Yes yes, thank you for asking. You look tired, let’s go back quickly to the dorm” HyunJin stared at you in the eyes, impassive yet friendly. He got closer to you and you began walking again, side to side. “No I’m pretty fine actually. Maybe you guys want to eat something outside before ?” “Mhm…” Your inquiry raised wonder. “I don’t know actually…” Every member looked at each other or at the ground, looking for an answer. “You know what, I think it’s a good idea.” Bang Chan had taken the matter into his hands. “Great, well, where shall we go ?” You asked. You quickly followed up: “And how?” I know you guys came with the van but I-” “You can come in the van too, that’s not a problem.” “But you’re right, where should we go ? …” Felix had interrupted HyunJin, pensive. While he was thinking over all the good places he had already eaten at, Hyunjin repeated: “Yes you can come, the staff is going home anyways, their shift is finished now.” He didn’t look at you “Great, that’s nice, thanks” “Hm”. 

As Bang Chan talked it out with the staff, the group arrived at the car. “Right. He came back to you with an answer: They said it’s all cool but also that they think it’s better to let us off with no chauffeur, since we’re going out as friends and they need to go home too. So we are taking this van.” He pointed one out of the two vans parked side to side. “Okay”, everybody replied. You were the last one to move, and you took the last chance to enjoy the coldness of outside to see your breath. You watched everyone get in the car, Chan in the driver’s seat, jeongin lee know and changbin in the back, han and lixie in the middle row, and lino in the front row. Hyunjin was next to him. You got closer to the car. “Oh… So this is a eight-seats car… What should we do ?” You said indifferently, still hesitating. “You can sit here” Hyunjin looked at you straight in the eyes, still showing no emotion. You looked at him puzzled, until you lowered your gaze. He had put his hands on the seat, next to his laps he seemed to have hinted at. Nothing really explicitly suggested he wanted you to sit on his lap, after all he didn’t say anything, he didn’t guide your sight, his hands were annoyingly innocent. You looked up back again. He was still staring. So you searched for help with the other boys. Minho was looking out the window, not paying attention to you, but you swore you heard him say something along the lines of “well you might just as well sit on the babe’s lap since you want it so much”. Or maybe it was your mind playing tricks again… Maybe it was what you wanted to hear. No one bothered to look at you, you were alone for this one.

“Hurry up, we need to go, you’re making us lose time. Stop being troublesome. I said sit.” HyunJin confidently spat this out to you, but no one really paid attention. You looked down, flustered. Why make it look so, easy ? You acquiesced, getting in the car and laying your hands on his, while sitting on his thighs. He bluntly took one off from under your grasp, but only to tie it around your waist. Of course, it was the opposite hand from MinHo, because he wouldn’t want that prick to make any comment, or even give any look. 

During the whole ride, he didn’t speak any word, nor did he move a bit. The tension though, was almost enjoyable. and it was a comfortable seat after all.

JeongIn; Location: Stray Kids’s dorm 

“JeongIn-aaah?” You shouted at JeongIn from his bedroom. Since they had moved dorms, you started staying even more at his place. And now that every member had individual rooms, you felt less like a bother when you were ‘visiting’ him, which was essentially spending every second you guys could together. You did nothing but chill in your best friend’s bed, laying staring at the ceiling, not even talking to each other. Your relationship with him was this close, where you’d rather do nothing with him than do nothing alone. 

This evening was a classic evening that you had probably experienced a thousand times now. You were reading a book on the floor of his bedroom while he was away drinking some water. Lino was out too so they started talking. You couldn’t hear what they said but you knew it was small talk, that’s why you didn’t bother to interrupt. “JeongIn-ah -you insisted-, I’m bored what should we doo ?” “Well I’m gonna play video-games now but you do what you want!” Jeongin had replied equally as loud as you. “Mhm”. This time you had spoken to yourself. You put your bookmark-of-a-photocard back in your novel and closed it, leaving it on the floor. You stood up without a word, not feeling the need to warn i.n. that you were joining him. You lazily opened the door and closed it back behind you. You saw Minho in the living room and after greeting him, you looked around for your best friend. As Lino left the room to go back in his, you finally spotted i.n. 

He was on the floor, cross-legged in front of the TV, a controller in his hands. “So you wanna play?” “Yes, I mean it depends what you’ll choose actually. I don’t really know how to play every game you have.” “It’s fine I’ll teach you anyways. While I choose, come, you can sit here.” He said that while still changing some settings, focused on the screen, relaxed. Why’d he say ‘here’ though ? He didn’t hint at anywhere in particular. Having no precise instructions, you started lying next to him. “No. I said sit here.” JeongIn’s contradiction froze you, not out of fear but confusion. “Huh, where?” you thought to yourself. You stopped midway and stood back up, looking at him. “I said I’ll teach you, so we need to be in the right conditions. Come here.” He gestured to you with his hands to come closer. Still confused, you did. He placed his hands on your waist -one still holding the controller so you felt it on your hip-, pulling you down. He sat you on his lap,  placing his hands in front of you like he was hugging you, holding the controller. You were still confused, and after a time -seconds- of realization, you started blushing like crazy. He was your best friend so why’d you feel like this ?! It’s a normal thing to do right… ? 

You tried to chill out, and you gathered up the courage to, oof, place your hands on his, holding the controller together: “Okay genius, show me.”

Felix; Location: The Beach 

The wind blew a little colder. Your hair went everywhere and your face, and the saltiness made it stick. You carefully put the flying strands behind your ears and carried on with your walk. The sun was slowly going down, painting a delicate tangerine sky. You walked, following the rhythm of the waves, back to the group, with in hand the popsicles you had promised to get. Lime and mango for your friends because they’re basics, yogurt for yourself, and strawberry, for him, because you knew it was his favorite. How long had it lasted until today ? I mean, this ‘chase’ or rather one-sided-race. You had been low-key crushing on Lee Yong-bok for, quite a while now, or at least for longer than you wish you had. Today was one of the many, many moves you had tried to make on him now. Honestly, you had more often than not things going your way -I mean with crushes- so this unusual resistance was frustrating and almost, annoying. Was he blind ? Or did he do it on purpose, to play with you ? So you’d understand what failure is ? Or just because he enjoys the wait that much ? … Today, was the day you’d give up after if nothing concluded. That’s what you told yourself this morning, while putting on your swimsuit for this friendly hang-out at the beach. Friends or rather, a couple and Felix and you. Could've been a double-date, but it wasn’t, because this stupid boy was too dense,,, ugh. It didn’t stop you from liking him though. 

“I’m baaack, with the merchandise”, you said while lifting the white plastic bag, showing it to your friends like it was a trophy. “Aaah thank you ! The mood is perfect for this, what a great way to end the day.” Your friend thanked. “My pleasure”. You opened the bag and gave everyone their ice cream, pretending you chose them randomly -well you did, just not his- and Yong-bok, by chance, got the strawberry one. “Well that’s the advantage of having basic taste”, joked the latter. Like it wasn’t from your meticulous, attentionate, planning. Whatever. “Yeah there wasn’t much choice so I grabbed a flavor I thought would please everyone…” You said, almost sour, while you were opening your sherbet, like everyone else. You were pulling on the plastic. “I figu- Fuck.” Everybody turned their head to look at you. In a moment of inattention, you tore the wrapping too brusquely, and yanked the lolli in the sand… Great… “God… I’m so stupid…” You uttered, staring in disbelief, and regret, and the cadaver covered in sand. 

“Yes, yes you are” Yong-Bok said, amused. You weren’t sure if he was mocking you or this was just innocent, but he immediately followed up: “It’s fine, we can share. I’m not gonna leave you starving like that.” He ended with a soft, sincere smile. Wha-whattt ? Sharing, an ice cream ? I mean, yeah, you liked sharing, and you didn’t mind the unsanitariness of it, but the connotation ? … Although… On the other hand, it would be your chance after all… So you quickly replied.

“That’s so sweet, thank you so much for offering ! I’d love to actually, ‘cause yeah it is the perfect mood indeed.” Felix gladly accepted your reply. Like he wasn’t disappointed. You know, some people offer just to be polite and nice. But he seemed delighted to be able to help and share. “Cool. Come, you can sit here”. Below you on the sand, Lixie was seated on a towel. He patted the sand. With a hearty chuckle, you started bending down, besides him, on the sand. 

“Oh, you misunderstood. I said sit.” Still affectionately, he stopped you, placing his sorbet-free hand on your thigh while you were still semi-standing. He brushed it lightly while he took it off to place it on his thigh, indicating to you to sit there. So now he was making the moves ?! Tss, what a perky boy.. I love it. You shook off your surprise to adopt your usual smug face again, and comfortably sat on his lap, facing him sideways so you could, you know, lick the ice cream more easily. 

Minho; Location: His Hotel Room

Zzp. You closed up the flier as best as you could, struggling to reach the back of your red dress. Tonight was a special night, because you got to spend it with Minho, finally. He’d been so busy these days, you barely saw him. You walked over to your hairdresser, opening the first drawer and taking out a porcelain round box. You slipped your fingers on the golden lining before opening it, revealing a necklace or rather, a chain, a golden chain. You took it in your hand and pinched it with two fingers only as it unraveled before you. It was beautiful, of course, delicately chosen by none other than him. As you held it with one hand, you closed and put everything back to place, closing the drawer. You started lifting it up your neck, trying to find the clasp with your fingers, but you quickly realized it was too small for you to do it  by yourself. You raised your head back to the mirror, looking at yourself as you decided to go ask for help in the living room. 

You left the bedroom, the necklace in your hands, only to find Minho on the couch, putting on his shoes. He lifted his head to look at you: “Are you ready ?” “Not quite. Please help me, I need to put this necklace on.” “I’ll do it. It has been a while indeed. I’m disappointed, you don’t seem to like my gift. Or perhaps you dislike wearing something that I like.” You kept quiet, only lowering your eyes. “Come, I’ll put it on for you”, Minho offered, nonchalantly. “Yes.” You stayed obedient. “You can sit here”. With your head still low, you did not see where he signed his ‘here’ to be, so you assumed he had told you to sit next to him. 

Hands still together on your lower stomach, you walked carefully to the couch, sitting to his right, your back facing him. “You never listen. I’m done spending time with someone as stupid as you.” Minho’s angry voice froze your blood. You tensed up, but as you started apologizing, Minho continued. “I said sit.” You felt his arm raising and getting closer to your face, only making you close your eyes hard, fearful, your shoulders raising to protect your neck. Minho’s hand finally reached your cheeks, violently grabbing them and moving your head, forcing you to look at him. You opened your eyes because you knew he wouldn’t like you avoiding his. Head still low, you were about to look up at his face when you saw his hand on his lap. His fingers folded, indicating you to come closer. You immediately understood what he was expecting of you, and you complied, executing yourself. You got up, freeing yourself from his firm grip, and placed yourself on his thighs, gathering your hair with your hands, quietly gulping, scared of his reaction. “Good girl”. You felt once again his hand on your neck, as he tied your necklace close. “Thank you, master.”