#jackson in gif 5 is doing the thing with his finger that he always does i just noticed while giffing

[babyjapril]

[forever-rogue]

Kind of a big ask…but I am a sucker for 5+1 fics. Are you able to write something from Joel’s perspective about the five times he almost kisses reader and the time he finally does?

AN | I’ve never done one of these before and I hope it’s okay! It was so fun to write! 🥰 

Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language

Word Count | 3.7k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

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The First Time

The first time Joel almost kissed you happened to be the same night he finally met you. Yeah, it wasn’t exactly anything you had bargained for. 

You’d been drinking for a little while with your girlfriends and he’d walked into the bar and a few beers with his brother Tommy. He was new to Jackson, you knew that much, but also devilish and ridiculously handsome. 

But it definitely wasn’t love at first sight…the complete opposite honestly. He’d caught your eye right away as you had his. You’d met him and seen him in passing but - unfortunately - it hac never been more than that. 

“Hey,” it was liquid courage talking…it had to be. Normally you wouldn’t be so bold and brash. In your previous life you wouldn't have dreamed of doing this.

Joel looked at you and raised an eyebrow, making a small sound of acknowledgment before turning back to Tommy. The younger Miller, meanwhile, gave you a sweet smile and greeting. He was always kind….unlike his brother apparently. 

But in your wine-tipsy state you weren't talking no for an answer, "I said hello, Joel Miller. You're not going to say anything?"

"Hello," his lips pulled into a line as he looked you over. You couldn't tell if he hated you or wanted to devour you, "is there anything else I can do for you?"

And oh. There was just a hint of a southern drawl behind his words and you decided that you very much liked him. But that was probably just the alcohol talking. Right? Right.

"Oh, there's a few things I can think of," you said softly as you attempted to wink at him, "being less of a dick would be a start."

Tommy snorted in amusement as Joel glowered at him.

"Alright," Joel shook his head before sighing heavily. He wrapped his fingers around your wrist before gently pulling away from the table, "I think it's time for you to get home. You've had enough to drink."

“I’ve barely had anything,” you beamed at him, cheeks warm and eyes wistful, “I can handle another drink! Oh wait - dance with me!”

“I am not letting you have another drink or dancing,” he hated to admit that you were adorable even when you were tipsy, “you’re going home.”

“Only if you come with me,” you were definitely going to hate yourself in the morning when this all came back to you. 

“I am taking you home,” he agreed, looking towards your friends and gesturing that he was taking you out of the bar. They seemed to understand what was going on, wicked little smiles on their faces, “but I am not staying.”

“You’re so boring,” and yet you were following his lead, at his side like a puppy.

“And you’re not sober,” he reminded you, following your instructions to get back to your place. You fell into silence, studying each bit of him, wanting to get to know him as best as possible. You were home much more quickly than you would have liked. He turned to you and appraised you for a moment, “are you okay to get inside?”

“Yes,” your answer came out as a whisper as you looked at him with wide, soft eyes. You noticed the way his breath hitched in his throat and his hand twitched at his side. What was invisible to you was the inner turmoil that had surfaced within him as you looked at him, “Joel?”

He remained silent for a moment before bringing his hand to your face and brushing his knuckles along your cheek. You gasped lightly in surprise at the tender gesture but remained silent otherwise. It took everything within yourself not to lean into his touch. Your entire body was calling out for his touch and there was nothing you desired more than to kiss him. 

And if you weren’t mistaken, you were sure that he wanted to kiss you as well. He leaned in ever so slightly and you prepared yourself for it but then - he pulled back. 

“I can’t,” you weren’t sure if he wasn’t talking to himself or to you. You already missed the warm touch of his hand, “you’re not sober. And I’m not…I can’t.”

You swallowed thickly but nodded nonetheless taking a step closer to your front door. You offered a weak little smile in return and before disappearing inside. You watched him through the peephole; it was a while before he left.

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The Second Time

The second time Joel Miller kissed you was after you were injured on patrol. 

It was a few months after he’d moved to Jackson and established a life for himself and Ellie. And ended up in a close knit friendship with you; not that you were complaining. You were just as drawn to him as he was you. 

You’d been out on patrol with Matthew when it happened. It wasn’t even anything horrible and the way you’d gotten injured was…self-inflicted. Basically you’d rolled and twisted your ankle and scraped up your knee as you tried to follow a bunny you’d seen. Yeah, alright, even saying it out loud like that made it sound terrible.

You’d seen the cute bunny and couldn’t help yourself. It wasn’t like there was anything else happening and Matthew was boring company - when he wasn’t trying to get in your pants - so you took the opportunity to see the bunny. But you’d slipped and list your footing and took a tumble you hadn’t quite expected. 

The look on Joel’s face when you had returned seemed like he was ready to commit murder to anyone who had done this to you. Oh, he was gonna love hearing that it was your fault.

“What happened?” he sounded so upset that it almost made your heart ache. He stopped in front of you, hands finding your face as he looked you over, “you’re bleeding. You’re hurt.”

“I-I didn’t,” you found it hard to focus on anything as you looked into those big brown eyes of his, “nothing happened…”

His gaze shifted to your swollen ankle and bloody knee.

“Okay nothing that anyone else did to me happened,” you laughed nervously, hoping to alleviate his worry, “I, ugh, itrippedandfell.”

“Pardon?”

“Joel, fuck,” you groaned lightly, “I saw a bunny and got off my horse and tripped and fell.”

And…now he was laughing. You pouted at him and that caused him to try and hold down his giggles. But at the same time…it felt good to see him relax and not lose his mind over you. 

“You are…” he trailed off as he tenderly wiped some dirt off your face. But when he was done he didn’t move his hand away. Instead he leaned in closely and you were positive that this was the time he was going to kiss. The tension had been building up for some time now and you kept wondering when it was going to break, “something else.”

“So are you,” you didn’t back away but the megawatt smile on his face was worth it. And if you leaned in even the slightest bit more, you could have kissed him. Your lips would have brushed up against his, “Joel Miller.”

And you wanted to kiss him and you wanted him to kiss you. To want to kiss you. Every fiber of your being was humming with energy. And just when you thought he was about to do it, slowly crouched down to look at your leg. 

“We need to get this cleaned up,” his voice sounded thick as you almost sighed in exasperation, “and get your ankle elevated and iced.”

“Yeah,” were you bad at reading the signs or was he just avoiding it all together, “good idea.”

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The Third Time

The third time that Joel Miller almost kissed you was when you were in his house, helping him take of a very sick Ellie. You loved the kid as much as you had fallen for the man himself, and you would have done anything for either of them. 

You were in the kitchen, throwing together some soup and singing along to the record you had playing. It was simple moments like this that made life feel so utterly normal and wonderful; moments that made life worth fighting for. 

“Hey,” his voice was soft as he tried not to startle you. As soon as you heard him you turned around and gave him that smile that had started to make him turn into jelly.

“Hey,” you tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach, “how’s Ellie Bean doing?”

“Feeling a little better,” he said and you related slightly, “she’s still a little warm but she’s sleeping now.”

“Good,” you continued chopping some vegetables for the soup you were putting together, “hopefully she’ll have an appetite when she wakes up. I’m making soup…obviously.”

“It smells delicious,” he admitted as he looked over your shoulder and into the pot. You stilled momentarily as you felt him behind you, his warmth and delicious smell overwhelming your senses.

"Family recipe," you tried to keep calm, "my grandma used to make it whenever anyone got sick. She always claimed it cured you right away."

"Did it?" There was a bemused little smile on his face as he leaned against the counter. He stole a piece of carrot and popped it into his mouth to which you playfully huffed.

"No," you grinned, "but no one ever told her that. And it's still delicious. Wanna help me make some bread?"

"Whatever you want, I am at your disposal," he winked and you wanted to perish a little bit, "just have to say the word."

It turned out that Joel wasn't too bad of a helper at all. He listened to your instructions with rapt attention and then delivered on making delicious bread. It was so easy and fun with him that it had your heart yearning for this bit of domesticity all the time.

"I have something to ask you," Joel took the bread out of the oven and set it down to cool. Your heart skipped a few beats before you nodded at him to go on. First he walked over to the record player and switched it to a different record, "dance with me?"

Well. Joel Miller asking you to dance definitely wasn't on your bingo card. But you weren't about to turn him down either.

"Yes," you whispered as he came back over to you, holding out his hand. You offered him yours in return and he wasted no time in taking it and pulling you into his arms. 

You almost instantly decided that his arms might have been your favorite place in the world. His touch was gentle as the two of you stayed to the music and you laid your head on his shoulder, allowing yourself to be lulled by the steady beating of his heart.

"Joel?" After a while you whispered his name and he pulled back, watching you with curious eyes. You swallowed the lump in your throat, all words suddenly lost.

Joel seemed to know what you were saying and leaned in closely, so close to kissing you once again. You were ready to jump for joy because surely this was the time he actually did it. 

You closed your eyes and waited and just when you thought he was about to do it, "hey! Whatever you're making smells delicious."

Both of you groaned slightly when you looked over and saw a very tired but happy looking Ellie in the doorway, bundled in a large blanket. 

"Hey Ellie Bean," you tried to make the disappointment in your voice at yet again not getting by him, "its good to see you up. We made some soup and bread. Hope you're hungry!"

"Starving," she grinned; unfortunately Joel felt the same way. As did you.

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The Fourth Time

The fourth time Joel Miller almost kissed you was the same night he became your savior. 

You'd gone out with your girlfriends and had some drinks. You weren't drunk, that was never your style, but it was evident that you'd had a few drinks. But you were with your friends and dancing and having a good time.

You felt safe and everything seemed fine. Joel was even in another part of the bar, out with a few with a few of the guys, unbeknownst to you. 

It wasn't that he was keeping an eye on you but…for his own sanity he was keeping a bit of an eye on you. He just wanted to know you were safe, especially when your guard might have been a little lower than normal.

And he was glad that he had. Because as he watched you dance with your friends he saw the man walk over to you. Joel stayed back for a moment to see if maybe you knew him or something. But when he leaned in and you almost instantly recoiled, a frown on your features, he knew something was wrong.

Joel wasn't about to let that happen. He was on his feet and storming over almost immediately and was grabbing the man's collar to pull him away. Anyone could have sensed what was going on. The relief on your face was palpable as you looked back at Joel. He gave you a nod before dragging the man outside. 

"What the fuck did you think you were doing in there?" His voice was low and dangerous as the man shook with nerves. He knew exactly who Joel was, "answer me!"

"N-nothing-"

"I don't believe you," Joel whispered, "and I don't think you do either. Don't ever do that again. And don't ever let me see you again."

"Sorry! I didn't know she was your girl-"

"It doesn't matter if she is or isn't," oh yeah, he was angry now, "don't ever do that to any woman - anyone - ever again."

"I said I was sorry-" and the next thing you heard was the sound of a loud cracking sound followed by some pathetic whimpering.

"Sorry isn't good enough," Joel pushed the man away and he stumbled backwards, clutching at his face, "don't let me see you again."

He ran away without another word, leaving you staring wordlessly at Joel. You couldn't deny that while your heart was racing with anxious nerves, you were feeling a type of way at how protective he was.

"You shouldn't be out here," he slowly turned around, a worried expression on his face. You could see that his hand seemed to be bothering him, "did he do anything?"

"He didn't get a chance to," you whispered as you stepped closer to him, the tension thick but the anticipation so delicious, "thank you."

"You weren't supposed to see that either," he kept his eyes on yours as if he expected you to say something yes. To yell at him or…anything, "I probably shouldn't have done that."

"You did that for me," it wasn't a question, a simple statement instead. He swallowed thickly before nodding. You were in front of him now and reached for his hand, gingerly examining the bruising that was blossoming across his knuckles, "oh. You're hurt."

"It's nothing-"

"It's not nothing," you brushed your thumb across the back of his hand as you looked at him with soft eyes. You were going to be the death of him, he was sure of it, "let me take care of you. Please?"

His breath hitched and he looked at you in wonder. How did he get so lucky as to win your affections? Something so good and pure shouldn't have to deal with something so broken. But he wasn't broken. Not to you.

Joel took his injured hand and lifted it up, putting on your face as he brushed his thumb over your cheek. Your lips pulled into a small smile as you inched closer, every part of you screaming for him to finally kiss you. 

He leaned in too - he wanted this.

And then you heard the sound of your name being called by your girlfriends as they stumbled out of the bar to make sure you were okay. The two of you pulled apart quickly, looking at each other like children that had been caught being naughty. 

You cleared your throat before pointing over your shoulder, "I, umm…I should go."

"Yes," he agreed softly.

"Put some ice on your hand, okay? I'll come by in the morning to take a look at it."

"You don't have to-"

"It wasn’t a question, Miller," you grinned, "it's a statement. So - see you in the morning."

"See you in the morning, sweetheart."

Once again so close, but so far.

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The Fifth Time

The fifth time Joel Miller almost kissed you, he was positive it would happen. The universe could only keep pulling you apart for so long, right? Eventually it would have to give…or so he hoped.

It was your birthday and what better time to have a little kiss, right? The man had it all planned out. Like he was going to kiss you and put his heart out to you. Yes, it was scary and daunting and in some ways he would have rather dealt with clickers but he was going to do it. You were worth the risk.

So he planned this whole party for you; a big bash filled with lots of food, silly party games, and lots of friends. It was the biggest birthday party you'd ever had and it was never something you'd imagined having again.

But Joel wanted to celebrate you and make sure you knew how loved you were. It had been a complete surprise when Ellie had lured you to their home under the guise of needing help with schoolwork. You'd fallen for it easily but the shocked look on your face as you walked through the door had been worth it. Your eyes always seemed to find Joel and it was like there was no one else, only the two of you.

It took a while for the two of you to make your way to each other, but you finally managed to get a moment alone outside.

"Thank you for all of this," you tried to blink back the tears of emotion that had welled up, "this was so sweet of you."

"It was nothing," he tried to play it off as you just smiled at him. You reached up and brushed a few rogue curls off his forehead. The gesture was enough to make him practically vibrate with energy, "happy birthday, sweetheart."

The two of you looked at each other wordlessly, an unspoken understanding flowing between the two of you. This time, everything else be damned, you were going to kiss him. 

Joel gently cradled your face in his hands and leaned in. You could feel his warm breath fanning across your face, his lips almost touching yours-

"Hey!" Joel audibly groaned as Tommy poked his head out of the house, "let's do cake now!"

Joel audibly groaned, cursing under his breath at his younger brother. He pulled back and you looked at him sheepishly before shrugging. You quickly ducked inside before he could say anything else. You really just wanted to kiss him too.

Joel ran a hand over his tired face. Maybe the universe was trying to tell him something. But either way - universe be damned. He was going to kiss someday.

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And Finally

When Joel Miller finally - finally - kissed you, you'd all but given up on anything happening between the two of you. Part of you, the very disappointed part of you, thought that the universe might just want you to be friends.

But then it happened.

It was at a wedding in the spring. At first you'd thought it was odd when people were still having weddings in this day and age. Then you realized why people did it - it was a sense of normalcy, of life going on, and was still something special.

So there you were, celebrating Anna and Nathan's wedding. And you were having fun, despite what you'd initially thought. You'd gone with Joel and Ellie, and it was definitely not a date…despite how much you wanted it to be.

You were on the dance floor with some of your girlfriends when the beautiful bride decided to toss the bouquet. Antiquated tradition? Yes. Still tons of fun? Also yes.

The only surprising thing was when you caught the pretty flowers, easily and effortlessly. You made a small sound of surprise and when you looked up you immediately caught Joel's eye. Because of course you did. Of course.

Joel's expression turned incredulous as a smile tugged up the corner of his mouth. Your face turned so warm that you forced yourself to look away. 

Eventually the excitement died down and you stepped outside for a breath of fresh air. It wasn't long before you heard his telltale footsteps making their way over to you. 

You turned around and smiled softly at him. He looked ridiculously handsome and it only served to make your heart ache, but in a happy way, "hi."

"Hi," he smiled back at you. And then it happened - finally! 

He took your face in his large, soft hands and didn't hesitate to kiss you. It took you a moment to catch up with what was happening but when you did, you kissed him right back, settling your hands on his hips.

Kissing Joel Miller felt so natural and easy; like you'd been doing this for years. You hoped you'd be doing it for many years to come.

Joel only pulled away, reluctantly still, when you both needed a moment to breathe. You looked at each for a moment before sharing a soft giggle. 

"Finally," you beamed at him and he practically melted, "had to wait long enough for that."

"I hope it was worth it," he touched your cheek tenderly.

"Absolutely."

"Good," and then he kissed you again, "because I plan on doing that a lot more."

"I hope that means forever," and yeah. You were kinda, sorta, definitely in love with him.

"Forever is perfect."

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Like A Moth To A Flame..

Rio x black reader

Finally added something to my Fall For You Challenge | Collection so boom! I did a big girl thing

Description: you and Rio have been dancing around each other for long enough. That ends tonight. 

Warning: none other than the obvious. Smut. My page comes with an 18+ warning automatically .Minors do not engage

Was literally listening to that’s the way love goes by Janet Jackson so I incorporated it into whatever this is lmao. Anywho felt rushed but i been sitting on this for like a month so. Here you go

Also! Like 3 lines are inspired by something I read and it stuck with me. I know I liked/reposted it and can’t find it for the life of me. Will know it when I see it! And I’m still looking! But if it sounds familiar ( really the author would know), please tell me so I can credit them! Please, please, pleaseeee

"I tell you how good you look in that dress today?“

There it was. The butterflies that you feel erupt every single time he compliment you. Which is often. Rio, as gangsta as he was, was an absolute sweetheart. Charismatic. And boy did he have a way with words.

It wasn’t that you weren’t used to compliments. They didn’t bother you, and though you could be awkward sometimes accepting them from people, you always appreciated them. However, when Rio complements you, it sends a shock straight to your vagina every single time.

It was something about the way he would look at you, the tone in his voice, how genuine he sounded. He had the kind of voice than made everything he sits sounds smoother than cream cheese on your bagel. The simplest sweetest thing could have you dripping almost instantly. He made you feel wanted.

“Yeah?”

Making your way over to elevator upon entering the Skyrise, you press the number to the 12th floor and before turning to him with a smile.

“Yeah,” he continued to take you in, finger tips grazing tip of the dress. “I especially love the way it looks against your brown skin. ”

You tried your best to keep the tremble out of the breath you released. Rio’s eyes locked on yours as he spoke.

“Definitely suits you. You look all ethereal and shit.”

“Thank you Rio,” you looked away shyly loving the way he made your heart do things.

You watched as his tongue came out to wet his lips, your eyes zoned in on the moistened flesh. You quickly turned to step into the elevator, Rio following suit.

When you got off work a mere half an hour ago, Rio surprised you and had waited for you to get off work and offered to drive you home. He knew sometimes you’d walked home from there salon and in true Rio fashion, wanted to make sure you got home safe. Of course the two of you ended up at a mom and Pop diner to pick up a to go order he apparently already called in. He would’ve taken you somewhere else, but he noticed you had heels on and had probably been standing all day so he wanted you to be able to be comfortable and relax in your own home. He also knew sometimes you weren’t able to eat when work got a little crazy. It was prom and graduation season after all which meant everybody and they mama needed their hair done. He couldn’t let you go hungry right?

The two of you held a pretty effortless conversation and made small talk on their journey to back to your place after picking up food. Reaching for the doorhandle once he pulled up and stopped the car, you stop remembering that if you open the door Rio would lose his shit. It wouldn’t be the first time he had first that you open over opening your own door. That was something you learned by the end of date two. While you guys had been officially dating for the past 5 months you have learned that Rio was determined to make sure you felt like a woman. That you never had to worry about any thing. From opening the door to bills which, he does sometimes go behind your back to cover. It’s not that you didn’t mind him paying but you had let him know real quick that you had your own. But mama didn’t raise no fool, and you be stupid not to take the cash when he gave it to you.

And you weren’t stupid, you knew exactly what he was into. While you mind your business, you knew enough.

“Thank you you for picking up and getting me something to eat.”

“It’s nothing mama. You know I got you.”

The ride up to your unit was silent for some reason the tension in the elevator begin to rise. Something was clearly on his mind and it was practically screaming at you. You unlock the door and welcome him in, not saying a word. Slipping off your shoes and putting your purse and keys on the counter you begin to do little things to make yourself more comfortable and at home. And he observed the way he normally did. Not saying much, just watching it. Finally you sat down munching on a few fries after you set your food and his on the coffee table. Without pause you placed your feet in his laps as you queued Alexa. Shortly after you sound in Jazmine Sullivan could be her through the speaker creating some background noise for the two of you. He often indulged in a lot of your shows but you didn’t really feel like watching anything right now. He just wanted to pick his brain a little bit.

“What’s on your mind?”Rio only raised an eyebrow feigning ignorance causing you to roll your eyes. “You had this funny look on your face for a minute now and as normal as you been trying to act since you picked me up, I could tell something was up.“

“You think you know me now?”

“Mmhmmm, I do. So what is it?” You tilted your head to the side taking a sip of your water.

For a moment he said nothing. All he did was smirk, loving your confidence and how well you knew him. That’s what he loved about you. The way you learned him, the way you genuinely cared about him. He’d be an idiot not to fall for you. And he had. Hard. Five months be damned.

But the problem here wasn’t Rio.

It was you.

And it wasn’t that he minded you getting yours. He wasn’t selfish by any means. Watching you get off, got him off. The way you came undone just from his touch. His finger curling into you, to you. The way you melted in his mouth.

He loved pleasing you.

The problem was you were holding back and he couldn’t fathom why. Rio knew women. He was extremely good at reading them. And Rio knew you. What made you laugh. Smile. That you loved fries with your ice cream. You were big on family. You hated the color yellow. He even knew you had a tell. Whenever you you told the smallest lie -all when it came to how you were feeling- you’d look to the left, even if only for a moment. He knew that Janet Jackson ‘That’s The Way Love Goes’ was your favorite song. Ironic because the two of you were drawn to each other like a moth to a flame.

So what was your issue?

"I been tryna call you all day," he finally spoke as he began to massage your feet a bit.

“Oh.”

“Oh? Why you playing with me?” Hey question while slightly moving to the back of your calf massager there as well.

Ain’t no body playin’ with you Rio. I was busy. As you have been the past 2 months.”

Shots fired.

You know he had ‘business’ quote to handle so the past few months the visits and dates, phone calls, and text messages were real scarce. Still, it wouldn’t have heard for him to reach out more. But you weren’t together so you didn’t wanna be that clingy ass girl.

“Oh so that’s what got your panties in a bunch.” You rolled your eyes at his smart remark while he grinned.

"You must have a problem cuz I don’t. If my panties were in a bunch, I wouldn’t have gotten in the car- Rio!” He had quickly taken that foot you nudged him with and pulled you closer,smoothly transitioning himself between your legs. He braced himself with one arm on the side of the couch the other placed on the side of your head.

“I missed you too, ma.” He inched his mouth closer to yours. You bit your lip when you felt his breath from his words, "and there ain’t no problem. I'm ready to finish working on us. I just need you to say it.”

With that his lips were softly placed on yours. Tongues were clashing with one another, missing the feel of his on yours. One of his hands began to travel lower, running from the top to bottom of your belly, caressing the soft skin.

"Dilo" He coaxed as his tongue made swirls along your neck while he ground his hips into you.

You could feel his hand under your skirt, slowly making its way between your thighs. Your heart started beating faster knowing what he was getting ready to do.

“Shit you drippin’. like this already? I’ve barely touched you yet.”

“Say it.” His index and ring finger ghosted over you clit through the thin lace panties you wore. Rio, being arrogant ass he was , knew you wanted. Still, he wanted to hear you say. He wouldn’t have it any other way. But it was driving him fucking crazy. He could practically smell your arousal.

“Rio,” you moaned out. “I can’t.”

“That don’t really sound like you can’t ma,” he breathed in your ear.

Having moved your pantie to the side fingers playing around in your juices, your hips unconsciously bucked desperate for friction.

“I can’t think when you do..”

“When I do what baby?“ he licked up the side of your neck before nipping on your ear.

“That.”

Suddenly he stopped. He withdrew from you slowly before standing up and holding his hand out to you. Confused, you took it and stood up and followed him to one side of the kitchen island. Releasing your hand, he walked to the opposite side.

“Clearly we need to have a conversation.”

Rio, normally very cool calm and collected how to remember the last time he felt this anxious. This overwhelmed.

“I need you to use your words mama. I’m not tryna pressure you. I only want to give you what you want. But in order for me to do that, I need you open that pretty little mouth of yours and speak.”

This was the moment you were afraid of. You begin to nibble on your thumb now as you attempted to find the right words to explain yourself. At that point you weren’t sure if you wanted to explain your feelings or talk yourself out of the situation. You knew how you were and by no means was Rio at fault. you love the way he made you feel unlike anybody else had. How he treated you, how he treated his son. How he looked out for his people. You love the thug in him too.

But that was the real problem.

Love.

It had a barely been five months and surely that wasn’t enough time to feel this strongly for somebody right?

But you know how you are. You know you have a tendency to fall fast and fucking hard and 9 times out of 10, those feelings end up being one sided leaving broken hearted. You didn’t want that with Rio. You didn’t want this feeling to fade. It had all been a part of the reason why you had been avoiding having sex with him. Now, he was the perfect gentleman. He may have been walking temptation but he never pressured you. Were you addicted to his kisses?

Absolutely.

Not to mention a few times you had been way past Gorky and let him touch you little bit and eat you out. But from the first time his lips right mouth wrapped around your clit you knew you would be a fucking goner if you were that man penetrate you. So not fucking him was allow you to maintain some sort of control over your heart in the states. Did it seem all that logical? Maybe not others if you said it out loud, but it was a security blanket for you and that’s all that matters.

“I’m really not tryna have you judge me.”

That was definitely a weak ass line but you couldn’t think of anything else to say when he put you on the spot like that.

“We grown mama. Judge you for what?” He shrugged off your lame excuse.

“Rio,” you signed and he waved you off.

“C’mon stop bullshittin’ and say what’s on your mind..”

“Rio.”

“And all I’m asking you to keep it 100 with me the same way I keep it 100 with you-“

“If I fuck you , I’ll fall in love with you.” You confessed.

Silence. Dead silence.

Truthfully you feel may already have but that was the last part thing you wanted to confess. Nevertheless it didn’t stop you from rambling.

“ And I really don’t feel like being the only one in love again.”

Still he remained silent. Rio who had been leaning on his forearms, hands clasped together on his chin continued to stare at you. His mouth parted just enough for him to lick his lips before speaking.

“I’m already in love with you, so I don’t see why that’s a problem.”

Your jaw dropped.

“Do you see a problem?” He questioned eyebrow raised.

You continue to start him completely lost for words. With a deep sigh he pushed off the counter and walking over to you. Steps are very slow almost calculated as if giving you a chance to ‘run’ away.

“You love me?”

“You heard exactly what i said.” Who was in front of you now his hands on the side of your waist.

He was slowly pushing you back against the counter. You were the first to lean in attaching a link to his. The kiss started off slow and sensual before quickly turning to one full of passion and hunger.Soon as your back touched it, his hands were falling to your thighs. He pushed your skirt up to your hips, grabbing your thighs, wrapping them around his waist, you ass firmly planted on the kitchen island, never once stopping the rhythm his tongue was doing with yours.

He pulled back enough to remove your tank his lips then moving to your neck. Scraping bites and loving, sloven mouthing.

He slid off your already ruined underwear before standing between your thighs. A spread of damp half moons over the column of your throat, working his way down between your chest before you stopped him, using your hand to bring his face back up to yours. You kissed him hard.

“Eat my pussy later Rio, I want to feel you now.” You panted making quick work of unbuckling his pants. He smirked letting you finish, pushing his pants and boxers down with your feet, his member springing free.

Spreading your legs open a little wider for him you bit too lip, your pupils browns and eyes mirroring his clouded with lust, you ran your fingers along your phones.His thumb brushed over the extra sensitive bundle of nerves a could of times before he slid in.

Rio groaned with his lips slammed shut and moves in closer as you let out a whimper; first contact being a bit overwhelming. He bottomed out giving you only a moment to adjust before pulling out to the tip and thrusting into you slowly.

Reaching for his forearm you gripped hard trying to catch your breath.

"Rio..." you moaned out throwing your head back as your eyes were struggling to stay open.

His hips snap into yours harder than they had been and you yelp eyes opening wide.

“Eyes on me.”

You wrapped your legs around him tightly and rolled your hips on his dick.

"Damn girl." Shit was feeling good, he ain’t ever had a bitch throw it back like you was doing.

"Harder Rio.”

Fuck he mouthed loving how you knew what you wanted.

He held you hips with one hand, the other wrapped around your throat as he slammed himself vigorously into you over and over. Your moans became screams with each thrust.

You feel that build up coming and Rio could too. He quickened his pace as his lips made swirls on your neck.

"Rio.." You moaned out with him nailing your spot.

"Scream it baby..." He moaned into you ear and sending chills over every inch of your body.

So you did just that.

You screamed his name the whole time you were cumming.

And fuck did you cum hard.

You were still screaming that shit when he finally came.And he has wasn't done there.

He made sure to tear your shit up, til the sun came up.

[teacupcollector]

A Helping Hand - Chapter 5

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Summary - As a woman who is pregnant you are doing anything if it means survival. Even so you found yourself in the wrong place at the wrong time, or was it the other way around? Now you are in the community of Jackson and you can’t help but attract a certain pair of hazel eyes.

"Joel you didn't need to do this. You could have waited until some of the others could help..." You say in a scolding manner. Joel set a relatively large box down at the foot of the stairs before walking up to you. "I told ya. I don't want to waste any more time." He says and you guide him to the couch and sit down with a huff. "And you are turning into a sap." You says with a giggle and Joel blushes slightly. 

Joel lays a hand on your stomach and smiles when he feels a kick against his palm. "He bein' rowdy?" Joel asks and you sigh leaning your head back. "I think he is just as excited as me." You say looking over and placing your hand on top of his lacing your fingers together. You both stare at each other for a moment before a knock on the screen door breaks it. You both look over and see Dina standing on the other side. "Hey Dina!" You say and grunt as you try to stand up. "Joel help me up please?" You ask with a sigh and he chuckles before gently hoisting you up. You smiles and place a hand on his upper arm and smile. "Thank you." You say before heading over to the screen door and opening it. "He-" "So how is the moving going?" Dina asks in excitement. "It is going okay." You say with a laugh. "Joel refuses to let me or anyone help." You say sending a playful glare over to him. He smiles and walks into the kitchen. "How have you been Dina?" You ask stepping outside with her. "I have... I have been okay..." You look at her concerned before guiding her to sit on the steps with you. "What is it D?" You ask placing a hand on her shoulder.

"I'm feeling conflicted." She states. "About what?" You ask and she sighs. "Have you... Have you ever had feelings for someone you have no chance with?" She asks her brown eyes meeting yours. "I mean... Yeah there were times I did. Why?" Dina begins to fidget next to you. "Dina... you can tell me anything." You say wrapping your arm around her shoulder. She sighs and leans into you. "I broke up with Jesse... Again." She says sadly. "Does this have to do with the 'Person you have no chance with?'" You ask and she nods. "Let me ask you a few questions." You says and she nods looking up at you. "Have you known this person for a while?" You ask and she nods. "Do you really like this person?" Dina nods again and you form a smirk on your face. "Is this person a spitfire with a scar on her eyebrow?" You ask and she gasps "B-But how!" She exclaims. "I can see the chemistry between the two of you." you say with a small smile. Dina has a blush present on her face and your smile widens. "I'm sure everything will work out the way it should. Now how about we go inside and have something to drink." You say using the railing to get up. Dina stands up next to you and walks to the screen door opening it for you as you both walk in.

Joel walk in with a mug and hands it to you. "Thank you Joel." You say with a smile before taking a sip of tea. He nods and looks at Dina before leaning down and kissing your temple and saying. "I will be at the workshop for a bit. That okay?" You sigh and nod. "You don't have to ask to go places love..." You says placing your hand on his bicep and he nods. "I know I just want to make sure you are okay sweetheart." He says and you lean up and kiss his cheek and he blushes. "I'm not due for a little bit. You don't need to worry. Now get that cute butt down to the shop." You say smacking his butt as he walks past and he lets out a chuckle. "Seeya sweetheart." He says through the screen door before walking down the steps and in the Direction of the shop. You let out a sweet sigh before turning to Dina. "Sorry about that..." You say with a blush. "He doesn't like to much PDA." Dina has a smirk on her face as she sits down and asks "So how is he in the sack?" and you gasp. "Dina!" She lets out a few giggles before calming down. "We just started dating and I- We want to take it slow." Dina nods. You wobble over and sit next to her on the couch and sip your tea some more. "Can I touch your bump?" She asks and you let out a playful annoyed sigh. "Can't keep your hands off of me huh?" You say with a smirk and she nods. "Go ahead." You say lifting your cup off your stomach and to the side table. She squeals and places her hands on your belly.

"How does Ellie feel about you moving in?" Dina asks and you smile. "She has her own space but I think she is glad that Joel has someone to distract him." You say chuckling. "Yeah... He has always been a recluse and only sticking by Maria, Tommy, or Ellie." Dina says and you listen intently. "Ellie told me about the adventures they have been on and how cold he was to her." You begin to tear up and nod. "Yeah she told me about it to." You sniff and Dina immediately looks in your direction. "Hey... What's wrong?" She asks and you shake your head. "Please tell me (Y/N)..." You sigh and try to catch a breath. "I just feel so lucky... I don't deserve all of this. I don't deserve Joel..." You say as tears begin to fall down your cheeks. "Damn hormones." You murmur. "Why do you think you don't deserve Joel?" She asks and you sigh. "He has been through so much. He had a daughter before all this shit happened and I know he is scared." Dina nods wrapping an arm around you. "He is taking this massive step of taking care of me and a baby that isn't even his. I am so scared that he will back out and I will be alone again..." Dina looks confused. "What do you mean again?" She asks and you lean into her. "Anthony..." "Anthony?" You nod. "He is this babies father. I told you I had a sexual relationship with a man and that is his name." Dina rubs your back as you continue.  " I was two months pregnant when he died..." "... And you have been alone ever since." Dina finishes and you nod. "And now I have Joel and he is a dream that I don't want to wake up from and I know I will one day." You say with a sigh. "I'm scared I'm going to wake up and he is going to realize that the baby will be to much to take care of..." "Joel isn't like that." You hear a third voice and look up to see Ellie in the arch way. "He wouldn't do that to you. I hear him talk about you to Tommy all the time." She says and you let out a sad laugh. "I know he won't... It is just a fear I have." Ellie nods and walks closer. "Dina Joel wants you to go to the workshop. He wants you to look at something." Dina nods and stands up. "See you later okay (Y/N)?" She asks and nods. She nods back and walks out the door.

Joel is in the workshop as he finishes sanding the last piece of his recent project when Tommy walks in. "Hey." Tommy says as he walks around a few pieces of wood to get to his brother. "Heya Tommy..." Joel says seemingly in his own world. "What did you want to talk about Joel?" Tommy asks and Joel turns to him with a serious look on his face. "I wanted to ask you somethin'" Joel says gesturing for a stool to sit on and Tommy sits down. "What is it?" Tommy asks. "I was wondering if you could talk to Maria about patrol..." He says and Tommy looks confused and asks. "What about patrol?" "I want to take time off... Maybe retire..." Tommy gets a shit eating grin on his face. "You want to retire huh?" Joel begins to blush and nods. " You are so whipped for this girl ain't ya?" "Oh shut it." Joel grumbles before turning around and Tommy laughs. "You got a ring yet?" Tommy asks. Joel stays quiet which answers Tommy's question. "You REALLY like her." "You said yourself that I was gonna get hitched at some point!" Joel snaps and Tommy laughs. "I'm happy for you brother. I'm sure Maria will be just fine with out you on patrol." Joel puts on a small smile looking at him again. "Thank you." He says and Tommy nods and leaves.

A few minutes later Dina walks in. "Hey Joel!" She says with a smile and He smiles back. "Hey Dina thanks for comin'" He says standing up and moving some things out of the way. "Any time Joel so what's up?" Joel stands up and leans over the work bench and grabs a piece of paper and hands it to her. Dina gasps and smiles. "This will be perfect!" She exclaims. "What color are you going to paint it?" She asks excited. "That is what I am hoping you could help me with." He says taking the paper and putting it back on the table. "Hmmm. Her favorite color is (F/C) maybe a few different shades of that color." Dina says and Joel nods writing it down. "What about staining it? For all we know there might not be much paint. Should we stain some parts?" He asks and she shakes her head. "Honestly with this color wood I think it would be better if you uh... Seal it?" He nods "Yeah that would be for the best I think. The lightness of the wood should be enough... I just hope she likes it." Dina sighs and looks at him. "She'll love it." Joel sighs and nods. "I should get home to her. She's probably getting up to mischief and unpacking boxes." He says as he begins to make his way out the door only to bump into his brother. "Tommy, what the h-" "Don't go outside!" Tommy says. "What?" Joel asks trying to get around him. "What do you mean?" He says finally getting outside. Tommy tries to steer him away from the gate. "Joel do-" "Tommy!" Joel's entire body freezes as he hears a pair of light footsteps behind him. He turns around and their eyes meet. "Claire?" "Joel?" (Hello I just want to say that this might be the last part for a while. I recently got a job and it has taken up most of my time. I apologize and I hope you understand.)

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[tlou-1]

Joel Miller x Reader (Home) Chapter 20

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Chapter 20 - Joel still hasn't returned from patrol, you set off after him and what you find is beyond what you could have worried about. 

You look at the clock again, 11:15 and still Joel wasn’t back. You had been pacing the kitchen with Patrick playing at your feet, Joel was over an hour late. Another half an hour passed and you couldn’t sit in the house any longer. You picked up Patrick and made your way to Maria’s post for the day in town, “Maria it’s been two hours and none of them are back. Looks at the clouds out there, somethings wrong I can just feel it” You plead with her but she just says they have probably bunkered down with the snow, “and nothing on the radio either?” You ask, she shakes her head. Right that settled it, you turned and made your way to your sisters. Before Molly could greet you as she opened the door you began “Joel has been out since dark this morning and still isn’t back. I need you to take Patrick for me”, you try to hand him to her but she says “No”, there is a pause for a moment “No? What do you mean No, Molly I really need” but she interrupts you by grabbing a jacket and locking her door, “Because I am coming with you. We can drop him off at the day care”. 

You and Molly try to sneak into the stables to retrieve a horse each but of course Maria had you sussed and was waiting for you. “Maria I need to go out there, I know it sounds crazy but I have a bad feeling” you argue.

“You’re right, it does sound crazy“ she responds, she was always so set on rules. 

“Do you know what, maybe it does but it’s your husband out there as well. Tell me you aren’t worried about them being out there with no sleep, in a blizzard with reports of hoards of infected. I am more capable than most folk in this town and I am going out there” you say sternly close to her face and she knew you were not going to budge.

“Okay” she concedes and proceeds to pass you the reigns of the horse and your bag back filled with your gear. “I cant spare many folks to go out with you, Jesse, Dina and Ellie are already out there you can meet them at one of the posts” she explains. Jesus now your worry turned to them but your line of thought is interrupted by the radio, it was Jesse. “Maria, Tommy and Joel didn’t show to trade off” he explained. You take the radio from Maria, “Jesse its Y/N, where were they patrolling? Can you get, Ellie and Dina and meet me there?” You ask, he agrees to your plan. Your sister in laws body language had changed during the exchange.

“We need to go now” you shout to Molly as your get on your horse and take off. Behind you Molly is following and Maria had saddled up obviously now sharing in your worry. 

The wind and snow was harsh and whipped at your face as you rode ahead as fast as the horse would carry you, you must have been not far behind Ellie now. Neither Joel or Tommy’s had been at their post but their tracks had led you to a Chalet you had visited a couple of times on patrols. As you approached closer you could see more than two sets of tracks, they were disrupted slightly from the storm but there was defiantly a number of different footprints, other people were here. You had to be smart about this, the rest of the guys were still a bit behind you. You move into the building as quietly as possible and have to take out one guy standing watch at a patio door, he had a fresh cut right across his face. If anyone finds him they will know someone else is here, you had to move swiftly. As soon as enter the lodge you can hear cries of pain, guttural cries. It makes your stomach churn, you were right to have had a bad feeling. One more girl is pacing in the kitchen, you silence her by taking your small knife down on her. It had been a number of years since you had taken the life of a living person but you didn’t hesitate after hearing those cries.  

You follow the cries to a narrow staircase with a door at the bottom of it, you could feel your heart in you mouth as you took each step closer to the door. You peer through the slight crack and see a group of unfamiliar people and a figure standing above a bloody one. You take a breath remember where each person was standing, attach your silencer and pushing open the door quietly, you take out the three people closest to the door, one dead ahead the other two to your right side. You were still one of the best shots without a doubt, maybe just as good as Tommy. There were three left by the time they realised what had happened and your presence, a young man standing next to a women with cropped dark hair and a large women standing above the bloody figure, it was Joel along with Ellie and Tommy unconscious. 

The man goes to grab a pistol, lying next to the body of one of the men you just shot and without hesitation you reach round to your backpack pocket. Thank god it was still there. 

“Don’t any of you fucking move, or I will blow up everyone of us in this room” you spit out as you hold the grenade in their sight. They each stop in their tracks and the large girl standing above your husband loosens her grip on club. Joel tires to speak but barely a sound escapes his lips.

“You’re bluffing, why would y-“ she begins. 

“Try me”, you challenge her and there is a long pause “You let them go… you leave here and everyone gets to walk away from this or every single one of us just end it here”. This was madness but what other chance had you got, either way the people you loved could wind up dead, the only thing to stop these strangers was the threat of loosing their own lives and if it meant you went with them, so be it. 

“No, not him, not after what he did.” The girl lifted the club but you jump in “What ever he did, I am walking out of here with him, our daughter and that other man alive or none of us are” 

“He took everything from us! Killed my father, ruined any chance of a cure” the women says lowly shaking her head. 

“You’re fireflies?” You ask looking around at them but you already know the answer from what she had said. 

“Were. There are none, left he made sure of that. Killed most of us.” She answers. You speak without thinking, a stupid thing to do. 

“I don’t blame him… Protecting her, I would have done the same. They were going to butcher the brain of a child, our daughter for the smallest chance of cure. If that’s the price for a potential cure and humanity were so eager and willing to pay it, we didn’t deserve it. I know that much.”

She looks like she has seen red and goes to lift the club again but before she can send it crashing down one of the fireflies, the man stops her and you have pulled the pin on the grenade keeping your finger firmly pressed on the clip as he intervenes.

“Abby stop! She is going to kill all of us” he pleads with her looking between Abby and the women behind him with cropped dark hair that he called Mel. Your hand is shaking from your firm grip on the clip. 

“Are you insane?” The man asked, “When it comes to my family, yes” You reply looking down at Joel and Ellie. 

“Figures, crazy man, crazy wife” scoffs the other woman says looking between you and Joel.

“Don’t fucking touch him. I am giving you all a chance, take it. If I let go of this clip, dead or alive it only takes two seconds for this thing to go off”. You try sounding as calm as possible and it seems to pay off but inside your terrified more than you had ever been. In your head you pray, you had never prayed in your life, for them to leave, for the woman to put down the club, for them not to shoot you, for this bomb to be a dud like Joel had said but for them to not find out it was. 

You can hear commission from upstairs as the rest of the search party have caught up with you, you had bought all the time you needed. Owen grabs Mel by the arm and leaves through garage door. 

“You should go with your friends”

Abby looks torn for a moment her eyes fixed on Joel before she flings the golf club to her side and takes off, on horse back alongside her friends but you felt this part of the past would rear its ugly head again. 

As soon as it sounds clear you carefully place the pin back in the grenade and fall to the floor, guess you will never know if it was a dud or you almost killed everyone in this room. Ellie is still breathing but bruised, you look across at Tommy, the same. Your husband, you crawl across to Joel, the ground around him covered in blood you can feel it soaking your jeans. 

“Jesus, Joel can you hear me?” you say softly, tears in your eyes from the sight of him. His right eye swollen, strips of blood pouring down his face from a couple gashes he had taken on the head. You were worried to touch him in case it caused any more pain, it was hard to look at him like this.

“You got to stay with me, you cant leave me, you hear? You promised” you cry just as Maria, Jesse, Dina and Molly enter the room.

“Holy Fuck” Jesse whispers. You beg them to help Joel, Dina checks on Ellie who is starting to gain consciousness along with Tommy. 

“The storm has almost passed, Jesse and Dina find something we can make a stretcher out of. We can strap it to one of the horses and pull him back”. Maria says at her husbands side, it was the best anyone could do in the dead of winter. No one even thought about going after the remaining three strangers, what was important was the three people who each of you loved in this room.

You rode behind Jesse who’s horse is pulling Joel the entire trip, he sometimes groans or shifts and all you want to do is ask to stop and let him rest but there was no time for it, you had to get back as swiftly as possible. As soon as you arrive back in Jackson men are there to carry Joel’s stretcher into the surgery, you follow behind asking Dr Henry if he would be okay. She didn’t respond focusing solely on Joel, she tells you to stay in the hallway and when you start to protest and push forward Jesse is there pulling you back and when you stop fighting him into a hug. You finally let out a cry from everything, the horror of what you had seen, what you had almost done and at the thought of your husband’s life still hanging in the balance. Everything goes to black for a moment. 

*NOTES - I have to say I found this one pretty difficult to write so I apologise if it doesn't land as well as the other chapters. There is just so much that happens. I have decided to deviate slightly from the game, we have all seen the dark ending for Joel in the game so lets try something different 

[svtyeongwonhi]

Yandere!Seventeen Reaction - S/O has a male bff

BGM - Seventeen - Crazy In Love

❝It’s okay because it’s the two of us, Crazy in love crazy in love You and I are untainted Crazy in love crazy in love I believe you, I don’t doubt you Past, present and future, Crazy in love crazy in love❞

Anon -  Hiiii can I ask yandere!Seventeen's reaction to s/o having a male bff?

Hello~ Thank you for the request!! Just to bring a twist, I’ll make the male bff as different idols!! Enjoy~

S.Coups

When Seungcheol first met your bestie Kevin, he was open-minded which you didn’t expect at all. He was kind and sweet to Kevin that even he was surprised by your significant other’s personality. However, that wasn’t the case with Coups, he was only portraying a nice image, so if Kevin were to cross any boundaries, Coups would pounce on him when he least expects.

Jeonghan

Jeonghan would simp for Kangmin. Your bestie legit was the cutest little brother to you, and his charms got to Jeonghan too! Like Jeonghan literally could not stop smiling since he first saw Kangmin and was gushing over him so much, that you almost felt like you were third-wheeling!

“What a baby, your hair is so soft!” *Pats Kangmin’s hair*

“Yaa!! I’m your s/o!!” You burst out “Sorry honey, but Kangmin’s cuter”

I’m not crying you are ㅠㅠ

Joshua

Gentleman Joshua, as his friends call him, will live up to his nickname and treat your best friend Felix with lots of affection. After all, he was there for you even before Joshua. But that doesn’t mean that he won’t do a background check on Lixxie. After he makes sure that Felix is trustable, will he let his guard down, to some extent at least

Jun

Jun would be somewhat reserved whenever you were hanging out with your BFF San. He didn’t mind but he would gently advise you to be wary of others, indirectly pointing towards San. He was concerned about you and only says stuff like that so that you would be protected. But if you still didn’t abide, Jun would try to make San distance himself away from you.

“I understand, y/n, but he is still a man you know? You have an innocent image of him but some people are not like that”

Hoshi

Hoshi on the other hand would be glaring at you two always. Each and every time you felt the sensation of someone watching you, it will be Hoshi without a doubt. Sometime you knew, other times you didn’t but he would be completely silent about your best friend, even if you were to ask him anything about Sunoo, he’ll end the conversation then and there. He wouldn’t want to accidentally spill his ideas about Sunoo anyways, about how he was meticulously planning to destroy him.

Wonwoo

Wonwoo would ponder about Xion a lot, your best friend Xion was interesting according to Wonwoo and would always say that he can’t get into his head, whatever that meant, you would just let it slide because he was spewing nonsense. But Wonwoo was confused, Xion doesn’t seem like he is a danger or anything but something always rubs him the wrong way, he does plan to find it out soon though.

“Did you have a good lunch with Xion?” “Ahh, that’s good to hear- Oh by any chance was he wearing any accessories today?” “No? Okay, just asking”

Woozi

Woozi would be jealous of all the attention you would give to Baekhyun, like how could you be spending so much time with him when Jihoon was right here? Woozi would give you a solid 5 minutes after his patience ran out, after which he will come straight to you both and smoothly slide his hands into yours and make some sort of excuse and leave right away.

“Oh Baekhyun! Good to see you” *Intertwines his fingers into yours* 

“Unfortunately, Y/n and I have an event to attend. We’ll catch you later”

The8

Myungho and Yeonjun are pretty chill, like almost bro level chill, Myungho knew well that Yeonjun was genuinely just a best friend and nothing more, and he made sure it stayed that way. But Myungho will stalk you guys if you two head out.

“Hey Yeonjun, how’s it going?” “Where are you guys heading out?” “Okay, come back soon you two” *follows you two secretively after a while*

Mingyu

Mingyu and Seungwoo would be bickering any time, like take any mundane subject there is, and I bet you these two will be fighting over it. The biggest fights they have will be because of you. When you once suggested all three of you going to the amusement park, they fought like actual children to sit beside you in Every. Single. Ride. Honestly, you almost dropped everything and left before they two grabbed you and fought while making sure you didn’t escape.

“That doesn’t make sense!! I’m y/n’s boyfriend that’s why I should sit beside y/n!” “Nope, nope, nope, nope, not listening to another thing!” “Hey! Where are you going?!” *grabs you and holds you in place* “No, you listen to me now-”

DK

Dokyeom would have a low tolerance rate with Bomin. He would give it a few days before he kidnapped Bomin and kept him under in his basement. He would obtain all information about y/n from Bomin and let him go after brainwashing him so that he would not say a single thing.

“Tell me about y/n’s childhood with all of the details. I’ll cross-check with y/n so if you miss out on even one detail, I’ll break a finger. Sounds fair?

Seungkwan

Oh boy, Seungkwan could have scared Jackson away, but your best friend was no less. These two could diss each other for hours with the amount of sass they had, but it was all in a friendly manner and never escalated. Most of the time you guys hung out together in your home, watching movies, having sleepovers, going out for long drives or picnics and it was the best thing ever because both Seungkwan and Jackson were entertaining in whatever they did.

Vernon

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Vernon could only count down the seconds each time you were either talking about Johnny or planning to go out with him. It didn’t make any sense. You only need Vernon in your life, not Johnny. Only 2 days later, Johnny went missing or so you were told because Vernon had kept you locked up in your home ever since. He was still calm as ever which made it, even more, scarier for you, to think that the once gentle Vernon had turned into such a monster that could be so calm regardless of his horrendous deeds.

“You want to go out? I can get you everything you want?” “Fresh air? Here, I’ll open up a window for you”

Dino

Dino had no issues with you having Wonho as your BFF. He trusted you enough to believe that at the end of the day, Dino is going to be the one who you are going to come back. And even Wonho thought of you as a little sister so he would not be too bothered by you guys interacting at all.

A/N - Wow! I really let my multi stan shine in this one XD, this took me longer than expected but it was really fun to do, also I absolutely adore all the idols that I have stated here and I’ll provide their names with their groups down below, please stan <3 they are all amazing in their own ways.

1. Kevin from The Boyz 

2. Kangmin from Verivery

3. Felix from Stray Kids

4. San from ATEEZ

5. Sunoo from ENHYPEN

6. Xion from ONEUS

7. Baekhyun from EXO

8. Yeonjun from TXT

9. Han Seungwoo from VICTON/ Former X1

10. Bomin from Golden Child

11. Jackson from GOT7

12. Johnny from NCT

13. Wonho - Solo [Former Monsta X]

[slutsofren]

Danger Days Chapter 5: Skylines and Turnstiles

summary:  arriving at the University of Eastern Colorado, things start pointing to an unwanted direction

warnings: little allusions to anxiety and awkardness, everybody is finally getting along (kinda), mild sexual tension,  reader is fucking horny

word count: 3,116

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You had been zoning out for about the last hour, only starting to pay attention as you saw the familiar red brick walls of the university. Joel had been droning on and on and on about football and the rules of the game, teaching it to Ellie and she lapped it all up excitedly. If there was one thing you had grown to love about the girl, it was her passion for knowledge, especially of the old world.

As they talked, you recalled your adventures the past month, thanking the stars it was a rather smooth journey to get here. The three of you only encountered one group of hunters that weren’t much trouble and they were rather well stocked on supplies and food, keeping you all fed for a few days longer.

The two horses were doing well too, the long trek didn’t seem to bother them as much as you originally worried. Made the journey much smoother and shorter than you accounted for. When you all left Jackson, it was only October, now it was maybe halfway through November. You were making pretty good time on your schedule. 

“I don’t see a glass building,” Ellie told you, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“We’ll need to get to the center courtyard of the campus. You’ll see it from there, it’ll look like a mirror made of glass.” You raised a hand and pointed through some buildings, vaguely gesturing the way.

You led them into an area of the campus that led to the science center. But Joel stopped you and dismounted, giving Ellie the reins, “Stay, Callus.” After a couple feet of walking away Joel asked her, “What kind of a name is Callus, anyways?”

He goes around, searching the area for either troubles or supplies, grumbling about the name Ellie gave the horse.

“Not my fault you forgot to ask Tommy his name,” Ellie jokes and jerks her thumb at you, “Or that she didn’t know it either.”

“Hey, don’t bring me into this, kiddo. I’m just buddies with my dear Whiskey here,” you pat the neck of the black horse. He gave a little huff beneath your fingers and shook his head, enjoying the attention. “Besides, Cherry is the only one able to tell the difference between all of them.”

Joel gives you a faint smile as he reaches for the bit on Callus, guiding him through a gate into the middle of the campus that you waited by.

After being in such close proximity to each other, the two of you began warming up to the other. Of course, you still chucked snide comments at him, often calling him an old bastard when he’d piss you off or do something snide. He would reply in kind, calling you a brat and threatening you to behave.

Needless to say, that awakened a little fantasy you totally didn’t need of the man, eliciting some rather vivid dreams when you slept. Hinting that maybe you were unfortunately in need of a good orgasm to get it all out of your system once and for all. Being out in the middle of fuck-all nowhere made that kind of difficult.The mental imagery alone kept you up most nights on your watch while you kept an eye out as the two rested. Regardless, Joel had been a gentleman towards you, apparently all that southern charm was genuine but he was still a broody asshole most days, never once hinting he saw you in such a way despite how often you’d catch him staring.

Ellie on the other hand, took to you rather quickly. She would ask you question after question about California, FEDRA, what to expect with the Fireflies at the lab, what you were like before the outbreak. She was intrigued about life pre-cordyceps virus, it was as if it was a fantasy to her.

Well, you admit, you supposed it was. She was born after the virus took hold, she never got to experience the things you and Joel did in the world before.To go to a zoo, a concert, gossip with friends about who likes who in school. The only thing she knew was to keep fighting, surviving, and running. Despite how cheerful and passionate she could be about her comic books or absorbing as much knowledge as she could, you were saddened that she never got the chance to be normal.

As much as you tried to keep some things private during her lengthy questionings, you knew her curiosity was blinding. She meant no harm, likely going to you for these questions seeing as Joel was completely shut off from his past, not that you blame him. You couldn’t imagine what he experienced from what Tommy had told you before.

Ellie looked around on the horse, “So, these places… people would live here and just study? Even though they were all grown up?”

“Yeah, study, party, and find themselves. Figure out what they wanted to do with their lives,” Joel replied. He let go of the leather strap and motioned for you and Ellie to stay where you were as he walked towards what looked to be like a loading dock and began searching.

She repeated Joel’s last sentence about finding themselves, possibly turning over the idea in her mind, after a few moments of silence of both of you watching Joel she turned to you, “Did you ever go to college?”

You shook your head, silently telling her no. “I was too young when shit hit the fan, but I would explore these buildings and take the books that were salvageable. Read them when I had the time. Tried to educate myself however I could.”

“What would you have studied if you went?”

“I don’t know,” you think. Suddenly you remembered some of your favorite books that you had stolen from these very buildings. “I really liked reading the history books that I found here. Maybe I would have done something with that. Or maybe,” you ponder, “maybe I wouldn’t have liked history if not for the whole world fucking ending.”

Ellie considers this for a moment. Then, from the corner of your eye, you watch Joel disappear behind a corner and you turn towards her, “What about you?”

Ellie scrunches her face in thought. “Art. Or maybe music. I like being creative.”

You smiled at the idea, “Ellie Williams: Comedian, Artist, Rock Star.”

Ellie smiles widely and the moment is cut short by Joel announcing somewhere above you. “There was a look-out here,” his voice calls down.

Both of you look up and see Joel leaning over a concrete railing on the second floor. “That’s a good sign,” Ellie says to him, then she looks at you and asks quietly, “Right?”

“I don’t know,” you answer honestly. You furrow your brows and begin to bite on your bottom lip, unsure of what to make of things. It’s unlike them to leave a look-out abandoned. Now that you’re thinking about it, you’re pretty damn positive you’d have come across somebody by now.

You try to get your facial expressions back in check, not wanting to worry Ellie or even Joel by making them feel like something is vastly wrong with how this looks. Before, when you were with the militia group, there were armed guards practically on every roof of this campus. They were always checking in with each other, making sure none of the infected or even hunters penetrated the walls. It wasn’t always secure or even practical, more lives were lost that way but it helped protect the lab.

You’re pulled away from your anxious thoughts as you spot Joel. He takes one last look around then comes down from the loading dock and gets back on the horse he’s sharing with Ellie and looks to you, gesturing his hand out in front of him. “Lead the way.”

You give Whiskey a little kick and he takes off, jumping over a concrete barricade then leading them up some stairs and under some ornate arches and pulling the reins to the left. With a motion of your hand you point to the science building in the distance, “There it is. The one with glass walls.”

Ellie looks over his shoulder and huffs a surprise, “It really does look like a glass mirror.”

Unfortunately there was a locked gate between the group and your destination. “Question is, how are we gonna get through here,” Joel thinks out loud.

After looking around it seems the only way forward is through the crumbling buildings. Joel dismounts from Callus once again and led you both through a broken wall on the left that led to the inside of the old library.

“How many people you think are there? Fireflies, I mean,” Ellie wondered.

“Reckon it takes quite a crew to run that operation,” Joel looks at you.

You nodded at both of them idly, “Yeah, when I was here we had at least a few dozen, maybe more. I kind of kept to myself.” 

“You think there’ll be other people my age,” she asked, not letting her eyes look up towards you.

“I do.”

The three of you approached another locked gate inside the building, essentially cutting off both the library and the rest of the hall you were in from each other. Joel pulled on the handle and it creaked open, Callus and Whiskey both shuffled and whined, making you and Ellie shift on them.

“Woah, woah, woah, what is it boys,” Joel tried to calm down the horses.

Your attention got pulled away when you heard a shriek and Ellie said, “Sounds like runners.”

Joel looked back behind him then forward at you, “Stay together. I’ll go check it out.”

“Joel, no wait,” you try to argue as you dismount but he closes the gate behind him.

“Stay with her,” he tells you. “I don’t want the horses or her runnin’ off again.”

You give him a hard look that he mirrors, neither one of you wants to budge but the look in his brown eyes make you waver, finally caving into his demand. “Stay alive, you stubborn old bastard.”

His lips twitch, hints of a tense smile wishing to creep on his face. He puts his hands up on a calm gesture as he removes his backpack, removing the shotgun from it and pocketing a couple extra rounds as he stands back up. “I’ll be right back,” he says your name softly, his voice deep and rich, “I promise.”

As he walks away, you inhale a deep breath and your heart is beating. You’ve come to hate it when this happens, not that it did much. Whenever the three of you found yourselves in a tight situation with the infected, you each carried on with taking them down. You hated this, hated that he felt the need to do this on his own.

It fuckin’ sucked waiting.

Just as you were working yourself up more, you heard five consecutive shotgun blasts. Then silence. Ellie must have noticed your worry because she announced loud enough for Joel to hear, “Hey, I was thinking… I would’ve wanted to be an astronaut.”

“That a fact,” his voice rang out in the distance, echoing off the library walls.

“Yeah, can you imagine being up there all by yourself? Would’ve been cool. I’m just sayin’.”

You opened up the gate, leading Whiskey inside the library, still simmering with whatever the hell you were feeling. Ellie trotted her horse past you to another gate, this one opening with a panel and leading back outside to the courtyard on the right.

Faintly you could hear presumably Joel starting up a generator three times and then panel next to the gate lit up. You pressed the button, opening it up then went back to Whiskey, jumping up into his saddle.

Joel came back down the steps and grabbed the reins to Callus and his eyes fell on you, “Told you I’d be right back.”

“What about you? What’d you want to be,” Ellie asked him.

Joel looked away, focusing on something in the distance as you all walked out the opened gate. He scratched at his beard and admitted, “Oh… well, when I was a kid I used to want to be a… a singer.”

You raised your eyebrows and gave a small laugh, Ellie did too. “Shut up,” she said jokingly.

“I’m serious.”

“Sing something”

“Ah, no.”

“Come on, I won’t laugh,” she begged.

“I don’t think so.”

You watched as they both bickered over this, Ellie even tried to pull you into the conversation, saying your name, “Come on, tell him we won’t laugh!”

“Maybe he can treat us after a successful creation of the cure,” you compromise. Joel turns to you and ponders.

“We’ll see.”

The three of you make your way down the steps, then turning to the left, continuing your trek to the science center. Ellie gets Joel's attention, “She said she wasn’t sure what she would have done.”

“Is that so?”

You shift your weight on Whiskey, “Yeah. I mean, I like history now but back then? I didn’t really have a plan after graduating high school. I didn’t really click with anything, y’know?”

He absorbs that information and ponders. “Yeah, I get it.”

The silence took over and whatever anxiety you had was lessening yet amplifying the closer you got to the building, still wary of the fact you hadn’t seen any sign of the Fireflies aside from the abandoned look-out. Joel got back up on Callus as you approached the center of the school and together with Whiskey, jumped over another barricade.

The view in front of you was a much larger campus courtyard, with a giant fountain in the center decorated with a statue in the middle of it. Ellie was the first to notice a small group of bright orange monkeys and cooed at them as they chattered and swung around the clearing.

“That was kinda awesome,” she said as they swung away into a nearby building.

You smiled at her reaction and asked, “First time seeing a monkey?”

She nodded and repeated, “First time seeing a monkey!”

Atop the two horses, you all keep looking around searching for a sign of life but finding nothing. Leading you all down another outside corridor. Joel offers, “Maybe these guys like to keep a low profile.”

Ellie, now sounding less energetic, half-heartedly agrees.You bank right, vaguely remembering where to go when she points to a wall to the left. “Hey, look. Fireflies.” When you turned to look, you noticed the old wall tag.

“Yeah, it was to help point the way to the building we were in, in case new recruits got lost or something like that,” you tell her.

You pull into another corridor that is also blocked with a gate. To the right of the wall is a painted sign, saying ‘disconnect generator when not on duty’ in bold white letters.

Together, each of you gets off Whiskey and Callus and attempts to lift the gate to find it won’t work. The damned thing wouldn’t budge. Joel grumbles, “Probably have to find the generator.” He walks to a barricaded doorway to the right and peers around it then kneels. “It’s gotta be through here.”

“Joel, you are not going by yourself again,” you tell him.

He looks over his shoulder at you and cocks an eyebrow at you. The two of you, once again, locked in this damned game. He sizes you up with an intense stare and he already knows he’s won. You groan loudly, “If you die in there, just remember I told you so, old man.”

“Watch Ellie, you damned brat.”

He turns and crawls under the barricade, giving you a bit of a nice show of his ass before entirely disappearing. You roll your eyes to yourself as you turn back around, standing near Ellie and the two horses.

“So,” she starts.

“So?”

“What’s going on between you and Joel?”

It was so unbelievably hard to keep your face in check, to keep your internal screaming from etching your facial expression. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Ellie.”

“You both look like you want to fucking kill the other in their sleep.”

“That’s because I do.” Amongst other things.

You cross your arms in front of you, mindlessly showing your defensiveness on the topic and definitely not trying to tell the obviously fourteen-year-old who has never had the sex talk about how your body is screaming with alarms to get dicked down by the first person you see. Mentally scolding yourself for your predicament. How dare he.

“That’s just Joel,” she says. “He’s always like that.”

“He needs to learn how to work as a team or else we’re all going to end up dead, or worse.”

Gunshots cut the conversation short, the two of you ducking close to the ground, both pulling out weapons. It was difficult to tell where the shots came from because the two of you were still in a tunnel but you whisper-shouted, “Joel!”

Nothing but eerie silence responded to your call, settling in your bones. It took everything you had in you to not bolt and look for the man but both you and Ellie looking around for any sign of him. “Son of a bitch, this is exactly what I was talking about,” you groan frustrated.

Seconds ticked by that dragged into forever-long minutes. You weren’t a nervous person on missions, always trying to stay hyper-focused but truthfully, you don’t know how you’d handle the return journey with just Ellie.

Before you could work the nerve to go search through the maze of dorms, Ellie notices him before you, “Joel! Are you okay? What happened in there?”

“More infected, I’m fine,” he shouts, exiting a door from the far left, as he runs over to where you and Ellie were standing still, waiting for him.

“Here - come open the gate!”

As Joel pulls the generator to the wall to plug it in, Ellie tells him, “Holy shit you’re lucky you came out of there alive. She almost ran in after you.”

Suddenly you felt like you couldn’t breath under your coat as you gave Joel a sheepish look. “I didn’t want to have to explain to Tommy that I got his brother killed, alright? Don’t let it get to your big head, cowboy.”

Joel raised a brow at you then grunted, resuming to kickstart the generator to power the gate. It came alive kind of loudly but you resigned, only to mount your horse again choosing to ignore whatever Joel or Ellie could be thinking.

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Behind the Curtain - 7

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Characters: Jaebeom x You

Genre: Smut

Warning(s): Breath Play, Light Name Calling, Size kink? sort of not really

Word Count: 2,248

You were turning the final corner to your room when you slammed face first into a wall of a human. Im Jaebeom. 

“I’m sorry!” You said as you stood up and tried to catch your breath. “

My office.” He said as he walked past you, “NOW!!” 

Dealing with the situation inside of you would have to wait. It was time to face the fearsome leader.

He’s twice your size. Easily. He’s nearly a head taller than everyone but Yugyeom and is built with the shoulders of a linebacker. You fidget uncomfortably, wondering why your stomach insists on flipping like a gymnast at the Olympics. JB’s eyes settle on you, anger seething from them and for some reason you blush and quickly avert your gaze.

Jaebeom paces around the room while you just awkwardly stand there, waiting for whatever storm was about to come your way and his arms keep brushing yours as he paces. Whether it was accidental or not, it was sending shivers down your spine. He pushes a button on his desk and then finally stops to turn and face you.

“Did you know what was coming and not tell me?” He finally asked, his voice is loud in your ear, his head so close that you are occupying practically the same space in his large office. You have to fight the flush crawling up your neck having him this close. “The raid?” You ask innocently, “Why would I have known before you?” “That is the true question Y/N.” He paces again before pulling his face hairs away from yours, his eyes piercing your soul. “Why did you know before us? Are you involved?” “I didn’t know.” You said firmly, trying not to falter as your heartbeat began to race. He might seem soft to those who know him, but he isn’t the gang leader for nothing. “Ahhh…I thought we didn’t lie in this gang.” He said as he pulled back a little. “I’m not lying.” You try to convince him and a smirk overtakes his lips. “That’s impressive.” he says, taking a sip of the water you just now notice is on his desk. “You must practice a lot.” “Practice?” You asked, confused at the statement. “Yeah,” he says, slyly, “Practice keeping your life story straight, your lies straight, keeping us complacent with your nearly flawless work only to have it all come crashing down in the end.”

You were looking anywhere but him. If you make eye contact, you’ll die. Literally and metaphorically.

“Someone has to work hard to make a good girl out of you.”

His voice has dropped an octave with that comment. You feel it in your core, but have to remain calm and collected on the outside. Does that mean he is letting you live? That he has some kind of plan that will assure his victory?

“Sometimes you need direction to find your way back to where you belong, a heavy hand, maybe?” He asked as he began to come closer again. “Do you like it when someone’s strict with you? You seem to not tremble as much as I thought someone like you would.” “Someone like me?” You asked, swallowing harder than you meant to.

“A traitor.” His hand comes up—hot, searing fingertips ghost against your jaw before carefully sliding back so that his thumb hooks under your chin and the rest of his fingers can put heavy, pressure on your throat. His fingers span the entire width of your neck easily and the pressure on your windpipe quickly hits you. He leans down until his face is directly in front of yours again. You can feel your knees start trembling when you realize that your life is literally in his hand and he knows your secret. “I wish you would look me in the eyes instead of looking away all the time.” He tilts your head up, almost forcing your eyes to lock on to his. You stare fiercely, emboldened by his dare. You look at his lush eyelashes, his moles above his eye, the stubble he missed on his chin, the way his skin creases at his eyes. Most of all, you look down at his mouth—pink, soft lips that he wets with the tip of his tongue before he speaks. If this was the last thing you ever saw, you wouldn’t be too mad.

Jaebeom quickly swapped places with you and pushed you up against his desk. His one hand reaching your waist to hold you still. He squeezes, a fingertip ever so gently gliding under the waistband of your pants. It drives all of your blood south, making your clit throb against the seam of your pants. In the craziness of earlier with Jackson, your underwear had disappeared.

You yelp as JB releases your throat for a moment, grabs you around the middle and completely lifts off the ground with a pair of arms as immovable as iron shackles. You squirm, nearly managing a kick where it hurts the most, but you are pulled back tight against a warm, solid body.

“I kinda like you scared,” he counters, squeezing you. “seeing the look in a traitor’s eyes before death always gives me a rush.

“I’m not a trait-“

His hand is around your throat again in an instant. It makes your whole body dizzy, it makes you feel vulnerable as hell and you can’t help but want to melt into the arms of the man who is about to kill you. The weirdest thing is that you can breathe easily—his fingers only squeeze on the sides, effectively cutting off the blood flow to your brain, instead of your windpipe. He is trying to weaken you for information instead of just outright kill you and you realize just how skilled with his hands this man is. The effect is like a live wire to your cunt.

“Why is it you only listen when you have to be manhandled into it?”

He sets you down on your feet again and you gasp for air, the blood rushing back to your head. It sends a trickle up your spine.

His hand sneaks up your shirt to squeeze your breasts hard enough to make your whimper. “Gonna fucking devour these tits. If you’re going to lie, you’re going to die, and I might as well have some fun first.“

“Jaebeom,” you accidentally moan, sounding pretty needy.

He pulls back, wiping his mouth where spit has practically dribbled onto his chin from his forceful talking. It should be gross, but instead you want to lick him clean.

“Get on your knees, sweetheart.”

He pushes you down on the hard wood. “I always knew you were a little slut,” he mutters, undoing his belt. “Christ, the things I’ve thought about doing to you— and yet you went to everyone else but me for relief over the last few days.“ You watch his zipper with a concentration usually reserved for combat.

His cock springs out, hard and heavy under its own weight. It’s nearly as thick as your wrist.

“Fuck,” you whisper. It’s so much better than anyone else in the gang you had seen. You knew It was your last fuck and you couldn’t be happier it was with this dick.

“You’re going to suck me off until I come in that pretty little throat, right? You have to swallow, okay? Obey one last order before it’s time to go.”

You nod, entranced by the throbbing tip, where he’s leaking pearled drops of pre-cum.

You lean forward and lick the flat of your tongue up his shaft to taste him.

Immediately, he grabs a fistful of your hair, which normally you would break someone’s finger for, but you kind of like being held like this. It just shows his dominance and proves that no matter what, you can’t get away.

Your open your mouth and ease the entire head in as far as you comfortably can on the first try, but when you gag yourself a little, he makes sure to force himself in more, if only a notch deeper.

His cock suddenly jerks to draw your attention, tightening up a bit, as if trying to get harder than he already is. He begins moving your head back and forth and your jaw is already edging on its way to soreness, but somehow feeling the tip hit the back of your tongue, tasting each time more pre-come leaks out of him, feels good.

His breath becomes more labored as you suck on him more. You learned you love the way his chest heaves, the fabric of his shirt stretching across his pectoral muscles. If only you really were on his side, you both would make a great power couple both in and out of the bedroom.

One of his feet slide forward, settling between your thighs. “Good girls get to grind their pussy on my boot while they suck cock,” he growls. “I’m not even that cruel to deny someone release before their death.”

You moan around his length when your clit meets the friction of the shoe through your too thick pants. You roughly hump his leg and leave a clear puddle of evidence. Would he smell it tomorrow, your pussy on his clothes, and think of you on your knees? Crying with a cock between your lips? Would the raid happen as planned and he won’t even make it to tomorrow?

Suddenly his hips find the will to move urgently. His cock fills your throat up enough that you can’t breathe, the hand on the back of your head presses you further into the stretch, and you feel his cock push forward into your gag reflex.

You feel tears leak out of your eyes. It feels like you have been caught in a perpetual choke.

“Good girl,” he groans out. “Swallow. I want to feel it.”

Your mouth quivers. He seems too in control to come. That seems to be the theme with Im Jaebeom though, In control until the last moment.

He groans loudly, hips stuttering. “Feels so fucking good. Knew you could take the whole thing, my messy, drooling slut.”

He slides out and you launch into a coughing fit, doubling over. He gives you a second to catch your breath before tugging at your scalp again, pulling you back up on your knees. “I.. can’t.. take it, please, fucking do it already ...” you begged, not knowing at this point if you wanted him to just fuck you or kill you already. “Do what? “ he said coyly, as he slid your pants down and moved you up onto the desk, pushing his still hard tip slightly into your folds. “Kill you? No. you are too valuable for that. I need more details before you can have this suffering end. I know you aren’t on our side and that your ‘mother’ who you write to is actually your handler. I’m smarter than you clearly give me credit for.” With that, he lined himself up and quickly thrust himself into you. You couldn’t contain your loud gasp as his cock filled you up so quickly. The stretch was painfully blissful. Jaebeom began to pound into you, keeping up a consistent rhythm, hard and quick. He was going to fuck you silly so that he could get all of the information he needed. You were starting to lose focus, but you had to stay coherent. He slowed down as he felt himself come close to climaxing, his breathing becoming heavy again. “Tell me when the raid is.” He said as he slowed his pace, stopping your pleasure in its tracks. “No,” you panted, trying to keep your cool. His hands found your neck this time, cutting off airflow. “Tell. Me. Now.” His teeth were clenched and he was clearly ready for this game to be over. You shook your head as best you could. The lack of airflow and fullness of his cock inside of you was bringing you to your climax without him needing to move at all. You knew you wouldn’t last too much longer. You might even black out first. “TELL ME!!!” he screamed as he grabbed your neck tighter. Your orgasm hit you hard with his rush of anger and much to his surprise, the way you clenched around him caused his focus to slip and an orgasm hit him harder than he thought it could. He grip tightened again as he came, and before you could black out and accept your fate, the door to the office was kicked in and the special forces were there to save you. Jaebeom let go of you out of surprise and you fell to the ground coughing. The agency made it in the nick of time. “Who?” Is all you were asked by the lead; you recognized the voice as your former partner. “I’m glad you got my message to move up the raid. A second later and I would’ve been a goner.” You barely got the words out your throat was so sore.

“We can talk about that later. Who?” He asked again. “Mark, Bam Bam, Yugyeom.” You said, rubbing your neck to rid the feeling of JB’s hand trying to force the life out of you, still working on catching your breath. “What does that mean?” JB asked angrily as two men ran forward and restrained him. “Mark,” you stood up, “Bam Bam,” you fixed your pants, “and Yugyeom.” You took a gun from your former partner put it right between Jaebeom’s eyes. You heard the agency spread the word on who to save while you quickly removed the safety from the weapon. “I’m glad I was able to let you cum one last time before the end.” You smirked. “I’m not even that cruel to deny someone release before their death.”

You pulled the trigger.

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Hello My Lovelies!!

So that was the last smut chapter!!! What did you think??

Were you surprised on who was light or dark?

Let me know!!! Epilogue is coming next week.

Until Next Time,

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Solace-Jim Mason series

Chapter 5

A/N: I just want Jim Mason alive and happy okay? Is that too much to ask?

Warnings: talks of suicidal thoughts,

Word Count: 4.4k

Summary: Sunny’s family meets Jim, her dad is a douche

My feet were bricks as I crossed the living room. My stomach churned at the thought of having to actually sit down and talk to dad. What was he going to make me talk about? What did he want to know?

I stopped in the edge of the kitchen, absentmindedly rubbing my arm. Sitting at the table with dad was Asher, Jackson, Steph, Miles, and Reese. Reese only beat me into the house because I spent an extra four minutes outside putting my surfboard up. I was good at procrastinating. 

“There she is!” Jackson stood up and moved to hug me. I welcomed him with open arms and a smile. “I’ve been in town for almost two days and I haven’t seen you once. You must be super busy with your Sleeping Beauty.”

“Jackson.” Dad warned. I sent Reese a glare. Why was he talking about Jim to everyone? 

“Come on, boys. Let’s go to the store.” Steph clapped her hands together. All four of the boys groaned and immediately started to complain. “Sonny, is there anything you want from the store?”

“A new boyfriend.” Asher snickered. 

“No, she has one, Asher.” Reese started to follow behind Steph. The three grown men looked like a herd of massive dogs following a little terrier. Even Miles was taller than Steph and he was sixteen. 

“A new-new boyfriend, cause dad’s gonna kill this one.” Jackson laughed. I knew they were just teasing me but I didn’t like it. I punched Jackson’s arm and then swung for Reese but he was too quick. 

Steph scolded them as she ushered them out of the house. I locked my jaw and took a few deep breaths. It’s okay, Sonny. They’re just dicks. You’re okay. 

“Come have a seat, Sonny.” Dad gestured to the seat next to him. 

“He’s not my boyfriend.” I trudged over to sit down beside him. 

“How was surfing?” 

“It was fun. I haven’t surfed in a while. I miss it.” I folded my hands in my lap, nodding my head softly. Silence fell between us. Dad was staring me down. I couldn’t stand when he did that. He was using his lawyer-stare to see if I was telling the truth or not.

“You know, Sonny, I deal with people who don’t tell the truth for a living.” He stood up and moved to refill his coffee across the room. I didn’t turn around to look at him. “I’m really good at telling if someone’s lying to me or not, especially my own daughter.”

I closed my eyes tightly, silently praying to whatever higher being there was that this would be over soon.

“What did you do today, if you didn’t go surfing?”

Lying further would only make things worse. He was already pissed with how I acted yesterday and how I had left without asking. 

“It wasn’t Reese’s idea, dad.” I spoke quietly, opening my eyes so I could look down at the scar that stretched across my left knuckles. Even though the wound had healed, it still burned. “I-I asked him to lie for me.”

Dad was silent. I let out a shaky breath. The sound of glass shattering made me jump. I clasped my hand over my mouth, the tears I didn’t know I was holding back trailed down my cheeks. 

“You were with that boy, weren’t you?”

“Daddy-,”

“Answer me, Emerson!” He raised his voice. I hung my head, squeezing my eyes shut. “Emerson Marie, I don’t know what’s happened to you. You used to have so much potential! So much life! But now all you do is go to parties with that Lindsay girl and ever since you found that boy, you’ve stayed away from us, from your family.”

“Haven’t you noticed that it’s been since Summer died?” I hated how weak I sounded but I couldn’t help it.

“You went to counseling-,”

“For a month.” I lifted my head and looked over to him. “Two times a week for four weeks after I lost my sister in a fucking car accident I was a part of. And-And that’s all you put me in?”

“Watch your language with me-,”

“No!” I shook my head, standing to my feet as I stepped away from him. Now or never, Sonny. Just get it all off your chest. “No! It is your job to make sure I’m okay after I go through traumatic shit like that, dad! I-I still have dreams about her! I-I-I see her next to me, her lifeless body....” I trailed off, looking to the empty space next to me, almost as if I should be seeing her right then and there. I shook my head and rubbed my eyes free of tears. 

“Three weeks ago, I was ready to kill myself. I was ready to die. I was ready to say goodbye to this beautiful and disgusting world.” My hands fell to my sides as I gazed at dad. Fear and concern crossed his features. His lips parted but he said nothing. A smile found its way to my lips and I shook my head. “Jim is the reason I didn’t do it that night. I-I felt something when I saved him, and every time I went to see him. I wanted to see who he was. I wanted to meet him when he woke up. And I’m so, so glad I didn’t take my life, dad, because he’s a breathtakingly tragic soul and I-I see that after only knowing him for three days. I can’t wait to know him more.” My voice was a broken whisper. I sounded pitiful but I didn’t care. It felt unbelievably amazing to tell him how I felt. 

There were tears in his eyes as he looked at me. There were of pity and remorse. When he blinked a few of the tears escaped.

“I-I didn’t know you felt that way, Sonny.” He admitted quietly, wiping the tears from his cheeks. 

“No one does.” I shook my head, giving him a little smile. No one but Jim. “But that’s because I don’t feel that way, not anymore.”

He nodded his head and looked down for a moment. 

“Do you think counseling is something you’d want to go back to?”

“I don’t know.” I shrugged my shoulders. “I-I don’t know, dad. All I know right now is seeing Jim makes me feel better.”

“That’s not a healthy way to deal with what you’re feeling, Sonny. He’s an addict. Addicts aren’t the kind of people you want to become dependent on-,”

“You don’t know him.” I cut dad off, my voice harsh and stern. 

“I know his kind. Your mother was just like him when we met. I thought I could make her better and look where that got us.”

I inhaled sharply, my hand coming up to cover my mouth. 

“Sonny, that’s not what I meant-,”

“I’m done talking for tonight.” I shook my head, turning to leave the kitchen as a new batch of tears threatened to escape my eyes. 

Dad didn’t argue with me. He didn’t say another word to me as I stomped up the stairs and to my room.

***

“You sound like you need a break, sweetheart.” 

“I need a fucking new family.” I blew the smoke out of my nose, resting my head against the door that led into my room. I was on the phone with Lindsay. She could always calm me down after I had an argument with my dad. She knew how he was.

“Don’t say that, Sonny. You’ve got a great family. Family just argues sometimes.”

“Mine makes me want to put my head through a wall.”

“Maybe you should go to counseling, like Greg suggested.”

“Greg can take his counseling and shove it up his ass!” I yelled over my shoulder, hoping dad would hear me. But he probably wouldn’t. I think he was in his office downstairs. My phone buzzed in my hand. I pulled it away from my ear to see that Jim had texted me. “Hey, Linds? I’m gonna go. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Okay. Behave, girl.”

“I always do.” I sighed out as I hung up. 

5:58p.m. From: Jim Mason <”Instead of you coming over here can I come to you?”>

My heart raced at his text. He wanted to come over. I quickly put my cigarette out and sprayed my perfume around the room before going downstairs. Reese, Asher, Miles, and Jackson were playing some video game in the living room. 

“Where’s Steph and dad?”

“In dad’s office.” Miles answered without tearing his eyes away from the TV screen.

I moved around the back of the sofa rather quickly and knocked on the open door to the office. Steph was laying across the sofa in the office while dad sat at his desk.

“Hey, Sonny.” She smiled at me.

“Hi, Steph. Dad? Is Jim allowed to come over?” I asked quickly, my eyes finding my father. He leaned back in his chair and took his glasses off. I stepped into the office and closed the door behind myself. “He doesn’t have the most stable life at home and I-I think it might do him some good to get away from that.”

“Of course he can come over, Sonny.”

“Steph.” Dad said her name.

“Thank you, Steph.” I hurried to give her a hug, taking her answer and running with it. I then moved to give dad a hug. “Thank you, daddy.”

He sighed heavily as he hugged me back. 

“I want to meet him.”

“But he’s not my boyfriend-,”

“I don’t care what he is. If he’s going to be in my house, I want to meet him.” Dad crossed his arms. 

“Fine.” I sighed out. As I left the office, I texted Jim back.

6:06p.m. To: Jim Mason <”Of course you can come over. There’s just a little catch. My dad wants to meet you.”>

I went back upstairs to my room and cleaned it up a little. This included on putting away my art supplies and the painting of him I had been messing with. Ten minutes passed before I got an answer from him.

6:17p.m. From: Jim Mason <”Yikes. Is that a good thing?”>

6:17p.m. To: Jim Mason <”Don’t worry. I’ll make sure he’s nice.”>

***

Anxiety was a storm in my stomach as I waited for Jim’s car to pull up outside of my house. I sat on the front stoop, my foot tapping against the ground. For probably the hundredth time, I raked my fingers through my hair. 

I greeted him as his car pulled up to the curb outside of my house. I wiped my clammy palms off on my skinny jeans. 

“Wow.” Jim’s wide eyes took in the front of my house. “You’ve got a big house.”

“It’s not that big.” I shrugged my shoulders softly, following his gaze to my house. I didn’t think it was that big. It wasn’t as big as our house in Brooklyn. “Come on.” I started up the path to the front door but Jim’s long fingers clasped around my wrist. He pulled me back to him and pressed a kiss to my cheek.

“Thank you.” He murmured gently. Our faces were just a few inches away from each other. I could see all the different shades of blue in his irises. I wished that I could take a picture of him just like that. “For earlier today.”

I didn’t know if he meant getting him to go to sleep, staying while he was asleep, or kissing his forehead. My cheeks tingled as I blushed. I shyly tucked a few pieces of red hair behind my ear and took a step away from him. 

“Come on. They’re waiting.”

“They?” He repeated.

“Um, yeah.” I nodded my head. “My dad was the only one I’m worried about, but my brothers and Steph are also wanting to meet you.” I stopped at the front door, my hand on the door knob. 

“Is this your way of saying you want me to be your boyfriend?” He grinned just a little. I looked over to him and softly shrugged my shoulders. 

“I don’t think I’d mind that.” I opened the door and took a deep breath. 

Reese, of course, was the first one to greet us. Right behind him was Jackson, his partner in crime.

“Oh my god, Sonny. He’s just like you described.” Reese reached out like he was going to touch Jim. I smacked Reese’s hand away and pointed at him. 

“Don’t make me kick your ass, Reese.”

“This is your Sleeping Beauty, Sonny?” Jackson leaned against the back of the sofa. “He’s definitely got the soft features of a lady.”

“He looks like a toothpick.”

“I could snap him in half.”

“You couldn’t snap a straw in half, Jackson.” I bit back, stepping towards my older brothers. “Remember the guy I dated two years ago that knocked your ass flat out?”

“Brady Hunter.” Reese nodded his head with a grin as he looked at Jackson. He ruffled Jackson’s brunet hair, earning a punch in the side from Jackson.

“Guys, leave her alone.” Asher snickered. He was finding amusement from the scene unfolding. He stood in the doorway of the kitchen. I looked to him, silently asking him if dad was ready. He nodded his head once. 

“You okay?” I looked over my shoulder to Jim. He nodded his head, giving me a nervous smile. As I passed Reese and Jackson, I glared at both of them. Dad was helping Steph cook dinner. “Dad? Steph? This is Jim. Jim, this is Greg and Steph.”

“It’s so good to finally meet you, Jim!” Steph wiped her hands off on a towel and then passed the towel to dad before she crossed the kitchen. I stepped aside, giving her the opportunity to pull Jim in for a hug. “We don’t see Sonny a lot anymore, but when we do, she loves to talk about you.”

“Steph.” I groaned, my cheeks burning.

“I hope you’re hungry.” Steph let Jim go and moved back towards the stove. Dad had been silent, only watching Jim the same way he would watch the criminals he worked against. I didn’t like it. If he wasn’t going to say hi, then we weren’t going to stay downstairs.

“Come on, Jim.” I put my hand on his arm and guided him out of the kitchen. As we were leaving, I heard Steph scolding dad.

“Why do you have to be like that, Greg?”

As we were going up the stairs, my brothers started to make kissing noises. 

“Give me one second, Jim.” I told him before jogging down the stairs. 

“Hey.” Jackson furrowed his brows together as he watched me. “Hey! What are you doing?”

They started to shout in protest as I moved behind the television to unplug everything from the wall, interrupting their video game.

“Don’t be like that in front of Sleep Beauty, Sonny!” Reese called. “Being an asshole isn’t attractive!”

“I’m sure that’s why Lindsay can’t stand you.” I took off one shoe and threw it at him and then took off the other and hurled it at Jackson’s head. 

Content with the terror I’d caused, I started back up the stairs. Jim had watched the whole thing happen. A little grin crossed his lips as I passed him.

“They drive my fucking crazy.” I sighed out.

***

Once we were in the quiet safety of my room, I closed the door and brushed my red hair back. 

“I’m sorry about all of that, Jim.” I moved to sit on the edge of my bed and patted the space on the gray comforter next to me. “They always act like that around anyone I bring home.”

“Even your dad?” He asked quietly, sitting criss-cross on the bed beside me. 

“He’s an asshole. If I had it my way, you wouldn’t meet him.”

“Because of.... Because of who I am?” Jim leaned back on his hands. “Druggie who almost died because he overdosed not even four days ago?”

“That’s not who you are, Jim.” I shook my head. “Why would you think that?”

“I mean, your whole family knows, Sonny.” He laid back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. 

“They know that I found you on the beach, nearly dead at some ungodly hour. They don’t know why you were there. My dad only knows that you overdosed because he’s a dick and thinks he needs to know everything.”

Jim said nothing. He closed his eyes and let out a little breath. I put my hand on his chest rubbed circles into the material of his shirt with my thumb. His hand came up to cover mine. 

“We don’t have to go back down there, Jim. I don’t care what they think.” I softly told him. His eyes opened and he turned his head to meet my gaze. I smiled softly. He propped himself up on one elbow, his eyes flickering down to my lips. My hand trailed up his chest to his neck. Just as I leaned down to kiss him, there was a knock at the door.

“Sonny? Hey, Sonny? Are you bringing Sleeping Beauty to the benefit Saturday?” Reese continued to knock even while he spoke. 

“Hey, Sonny? Is he gonna be the one in the dress?” Jackson laughed.

“What color are you wearing, Jim?”

“Assholes.” I growled, pushing myself off of the bed and towards my closet. 

I pulled out as many shoes as I could stuff into my arms and then stomped over to my door. The second I yanked it open, Reese and Jackson both bolted down the hallway. I threw a few shoes at them from my doorway, hitting Jackson in the back with a black heel. I followed them to the top of the stairs. From there, I could continue my attack over the balcony. I managed to hit both of them four more times until I ran out of shoes. 

“Sonny?” Steph hesitantly peeked out from underneath the hallway below the balcony I stood on. “Dinner will be ready in just a moment, sweetie. Why don’t you come down and set the table?”

“I’m not hungry, Steph.” I turned to go towards my room.

"You're joining us for dinner, Emerson Marie." Dad's stern voice came from the kitchen, echoing off of the walls. I turned back to the balcony, my fingers gripping the railing. I hung my head for a moment, debating on what to do. 

"I'm so sorry about him, Sonny." Steph murmured gently, looking up at me with a soft gaze. "Just play nice with him for the night. Just sit through dinner. That's all he's asking."

"Jackson and Reese-,"

"Are going to be on their best behavior." She cut me off, sending the two boys a warning glare. "Pick up these shoes, boys."

"Sonny's the one who threw them!" Jackson pointed at me. I held my middle finger up before going back to my bedroom.

Jim was leaning against my desk, studying what was on the easel by my desk. It was a sketch I'd been working on of him.

"Is that me?" He asked, pointing to the sketch. I nodded my head, moving to stand next to him. "You're really good."

"It's not even done." I sighed. I hadn't gotten to do but half of his face. "Jim, we don't have to go down there-,"

"I want to." He stopped me, turning to face me with a little smile on his lips. "They're your family."

"They're insane."

"Wait until you meet my parents." He chuckled a little. "I don't mind your brothers. They're just teasing, right?"

"Yeah. They don't mean anything by it. That's just how they figure out if they like you or not." I started to move towards the door. "But my dad.... You just have to ignore him. That's what I do."

"What do they like? Is there anything I should avoid? Anything I shouldn't say?" Jim walked beside me, keeping his voice low as we made our way dow to the kitchen.

"Sports are safe for everyone. They watch everything. Reese used to play soccer and Asher played football. Dad loves football."

I continued to give Jim a few pointers as we made our way downstairs. The table was already set, thanks to Miles and Asher.

"You don't mind sitting by me and Jackson, do you, Jim?" Reese put his hand on Jim's shoulder. I opened my mouth to protest but didn't get the chance to. Jim was already following my brothers around the table to the empty seat between them. This left me to take the seat across the table from Jim between Miles and Asher. Steph and dad sat at either end of the table.

With the food set on the table, everyone began to dig in. I looked across to Jim to make sure he was okay. He gave me a little smile before Jackson took his attention away.

"Are you in school, Jim?"

"Yeah, I'm going to be a senior this fall."

"Do you and Sonny go to the same school?" Steph asked. I dipped out a hearty spoonful of mashed potatoes for myself before passing the bowl to Miles.

"I go to Ridgecrest High School." Jim answered.

"Me too." I smiled softly. We'd be going to the same school in just a few months when school started back up.

"What are your plans for after high school, Jim?" Dad asked, glancing up from his plate. Jim was a little taken back by dad talking directly to him.

"I, um, I want to travel." He smiled just a little as he looked down at dad, who did seem amused by Jim's answer.

"Travel? To where?"

"Different places. Like Bali and Mexico. Exotic places, places I've never been. I think it would be fun."

"Fun." Dad grunted.

"I want to do the same, Jim." I told him, tearing my eyes away from my father so that I could look at Jim. "I want to go to Italy and Egypt."

"You still have that idea stuck in your head that you're going to go all over the world and be artsy, Sonny?"

"Greg." Steph warned.

"Sonny said you like to surf." Reese changed the subject. "Maybe you can help me teach dumbass here how to surf." He nodded to Jackson, who sat on the other side of Jim.

"Hey, man, fuck you." Jackson muttered through a mouthful of food.

"Watch your language at the table, boys." Steph scolded them.

I zoned out as Reese, Jackson, and Jim made plans to go surfing tomorrow. I picked at the food on my plate.

"You okay, Sonny?" Miles whispered to me. I nodded my head with a little smile.

"Are you dating my daughter, Jim?"

My eyes flew over to dad as the air left my lungs. Why would he put Jim on the spot in front of everyone like that? I let my fork go and put my hands in my lap as my fingers curled into fists. Jim's eyes found mine for a few moments before he looked to dad and put on a timid smile.

"I-I haven't asked her, sir."

"Do you intend on doing so?"

I stood up suddenly, my chair screeching against the floor.

"I can't believe you." My voice cracked. Tears blurred my vision but I blinked them away. They trailed down my cheeks. I hastily wiped the hot tears off my skin.

"Emerson, sit down." Dad demanded.

"Why?" I raised my voice. "So you can give Jim shit? So you can ride his ass about every little thing he says?"

"Watch your language, young lady."

"Fuck this." I shook my head, stomping towards the front door. Luckily, Reese and Jackson had left the shoes I threw at them at the bottom of the stairs. I picked up a pair of black tennis shoes.

"Emerson!"

I looked back to the kitchen to see dad standing in the doorway of the kitchen. Jim moved past him and towards me.

"You're not leaving this house tonight." Dad told me.

"You want me to stay locked up in here until I want to kill myself?" I almost spoke through my teeth.

"Sonny, I'm just gonna go." Jim said quietly, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jean jacket.

"No, Jim." I put my hand on his arm. "I'll come with you."

"Sonny, I don't want to get you into trouble."

I shook my head as I slipped out of the front door, tugging him along with me. I slammed the door shut behind me.

My heart was racing and my stomach hurt. I brought my hands up to cover my face as quiet sobs wracked my body.

"I-I'm sorry, Jim. You came-You came over to get away from your shit but now you have to deal with mine—,"

"It's okay, Sonny." Jim engulfed me in a hug, his arms wrapping firmly around me and pulling me into his warm chest. My arms were folded between us, my hands fisting the material of his gray shirt. His chin rested on top of my head. “Don’t apologize. We both have our problems.”

Thunder rumbled above and a few seconds later, lightning crackled across the sky. I jumped in Jim’s arms and buried my face deeper into his chest. 

***

Jim and I left my house to get Chinese takeout and bring it back to my house. When we pulled up to the house, I saw that dad’s BMW was gone. 

“Come on. We can go inside.” I told him.

“Are you sure?”

“Dad’s gone.” I pushed the passenger side door open but at the last minute, I decided to lean over and kiss Jim’s cheek. He was just as surprised by my actions as I was. He smiled softly, blue eyes lingering on me. “Come on.”

Reese, Asher, and Jackson were in the living room watching some rerun baseball game. They had been talking quietly to each other but the second Jim and I walked in, they fell silent.

“Where’s Steph and Miles?”

“Miles is in his room and mom went for a drive with dad.” Asher replied. 

“Are you two okay?” Reese asked. 

“We’re fine. Come on, Jim.” I started up the stairs but was stopped by my brothers. 

“You know we didn’t mean nothing by all the teasing, Sonny.”

“I know, Reese.” I sighed softly, looking down at him. 

“We didn’t mean to offend you or anything, man.” Jackson added, waving his hand at Jim.

“You didn’t.” Jim assured them with a little smile and shake of his head.

“Don’t let anything our old man said get to you either.” Asher ran a hand over his scruffy jaw. “He has a bad habit of being an asshole, especially with Sonny.”

“But you aren’t bad, Jim.” Reese nodded his head. “I think you’ll fit in just fine around here once everyone gets used to you.”

“Thanks, man. That means a lot.”

“Can you go on up to my room, Jim?” I asked him. “I’m going to go get us plates.”

He nodded his head and started up the stairs. I went into the kitchen to retrieve two plates.

“Sonny, I love you-,”

“Reese, now isn’t the time for big brother talk.” I cut him off, turning around to face him. He leaned against the island counter, letting out a soft sigh.

“You’re his little girl. You know that’s why he’s so tough on you.”

“He’s going to lose me if he keeps this shit up.” I whispered, holding Reese’s soft gaze. His fingers tapped against the marble counter top. “I love you, Reese.” I sighed as I moved to hug him. 

“Love you too, kid.” He rubbed my back and kissed the top of my head. 

“Thank you for making Jim feel included.” I smiled as I stepped away from him and picked up the two plates for me and Jim. 

“Yeah. That’s what I’m here for.” He gave me a thumb’s up.”

[hyojinrk-archived]

MGA 5 EPISODE 4: INTERVIEW with kim hyojin, #5020

mentions: @danielxrk​, @rksakura​, @rkseunghun​, @rkmason​, @rkkenta​​, @rksihyeon, @ryujinrk

ruffling his hair with a concerned sigh, hyojin can’t help but have his gaze drift back to daniel, the seat next to him now empty with hyojin’s departure to the interview room. he wonders if he’s holding up okay, because he looks not only devastated, but with a severe need for a cheering up. 

no matter, hyojin would talk to him once he got back. but for now... he had to go through another interview.

what did you think of the results last week?

“harsh as always,” hyojin says with a soulless laugh, before his eyes widen and he covers his mouth, “am i allowed to say that on broadcast? it’s just shocking how tough the ceos can be when deciding on who passes and who doesn’t. that’s what i mean -- i don’t think they’re out to get us, or anything, but it’s just surprising sometimes. my heart hurts for them.”

he says this, thinking of daniel and minhyun, wondering if the worry he felt was even a fraction of what daniel was feeling right now. that man seemed to have the world on his shoulders.

how was it like working with daniel?

“it was great!” smiling his signature shy, albeit soft smile, hyojin’s eyes curl up into pretty half moons before he elaborates, stating, “daniel is really creative with what he does, so it’s interesting hearing what he has to say and what he thinks. i don’t think he gets enough credit for it, honestly, but he’s quite talented. although...”

hyojin frowns a little, remembering the hesitation daniel seemed to have with him every time he said something new. “sometimes, i think, even though he’s really strong in certain aspects, he’s not confident enough offstage. onstage, his charisma is really impressive, but when we’re talking out things and planning, i think he sometimes lets the bad comments online get to him. i hope more netizens show him love and support now that they’ve seen our performance.”

how do you think you did?

”i think we managed to show our good sides well this time around. it’s different this time, right?” he says, asking the interviewer, although it’s more of a rhetorical question, “we spent a lot of time on the details and refining everything so that it’d sound good, and i think it turned out well in the end. i hope we manage to get some compliments this time around.”

were there any performances you liked?

”oh, definitely! i know i mention her every week, but... sakura and kenta’s performance was really nice -- i think they chose a really cool song, and it’s multicultural. very smooth. as for minho and seunghun -- my soulmate,” he says affectionately, “they also did great. the reversal from one type of sexiness to another type of sexiness was really wow!” speaking the last word in english, he nods, finishing up his comments.

which duo do you think complemented each other the most?

“that’s a tough question.” thinking, hyojin offers, “maybe sia and her partner? sia does a really good job of meshing well with the people she performs with, so i think her and ryujin had good chemistry.”

who from those eliminated last episode do you think will return?

“hm.. maybe jinyoung-ssi and jackson-ssi? they’re both really good singers, so i think they could do well. everyone deserves another chance, though.”

with that, hyojin adds, more as a final comment overall than anything else, “i hope you weren’t too tough on daniel. he’s had a long day.” he says it a little absentmindedly, thinking back to daniel’s sad expression throughout the rest of the performances after sungwoon and eunji made a mistake with timing, and his even more troubled expression after coming back from the interview.

maybe he’ll drop by with some tea next time, check in with his new friend to make sure he’s holding up okay after this. fingers crossed.

[ramon-balaguer]

Just finished our Fort Jackson RSO Pastors Meeting and Bible Study on Zoom. Can't discuss the meeting, except to say lil by lil we keep adding more in person religious services. And DCC has both a Christmas and New Years in person Worship Service which I shared a few days ago. But here's the meat of our Bible Study:

Scripture: Philippians 2:6-7 and Isaiah 7:14

Subject: Celebrating "Christmas"-  Jesus, The Incarnate Deity - Both God and man or human.

On that still winter's night... or Hot summer's night (when we celebrate vs when He was actually Birthed), something was up... something extraordinary... something supernatural. The shepherds raced to the City of David and found their Savior, just as the angel had said... swaddled and lying in a feeding trough. This was the Promised One, the Messiah! God had finally come to dwell with His people, but in such an unexpected way.

Just who was this holy Child the shepherds gazed upon? Make no mistake: He was incarnate deity. The newborn Jesus existed in eternity past as God the Son. He was co-equal, co-eternal, and co-existent with God the Father and God the Holy Spirit. However, Jesus relinquished the privileges and the pleasures of His existence in heaven when He took upon Himself the limitations of humanity (Philippians 2:6-7). In emptying Himself, Jesus voluntarily set aside the prerogatives and prerequisites of life as He had known it, an existence He had enjoyed; He released His right to that kind of life, saying to the Father, "I will go."

Go where? To Bethlehem. He took "the form of a bond-servant, and [was] made in the likeness of men." Allow yourself to picture what the shepherds saw. There He is, the baby. Do you see His ten fingers and ten toes? His button nose? Can you hear the cries? There's humanity. In this holy infant is the beginning of an earthly life. Look deep into His eyes and see the beginning of life itself. Later, this divine man, completely unique in His nature and in the perfect life that He lived, "humbled Himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross." Isn't that amazing? Of all ways to die, He died on a cross—the most humiliating and painful kind of death.

God the Son lowered Himself. He took on the flesh of an infant. He died a humiliating death. As a result, God the Father "highly exalted Him." One day, all will bow in worship of the risen Lord, "to the glory of God the Father." It's all about His glory. What a plan. What an execution. What a perfect, awesome wrapping! The God-man. Jesus is undiminished deity and true humanity, two distinct natures in one person, forever. That's the baby in the manger!

See Isaiah 7:14 and Philippians 2:5-11.

The baby in the manger is undiminished deity and true humanity, two distinct natures in one person, forever. Emmanuel or Immanuel, God with us. And right there, someone will get hemmed up; well, what about Jesus, ain't that His name or Immanuel?

In the prophecy of the virgin birth, Isaiah 7:14, the prophet Isaiah declares, “The Lord himself will give you a sign: The virgin will conceive and give birth to a son, and will call him Immanuel.” This prophecy had an initial fulfillment during Isaiah’s day, but it ultimately refers to the birth of Jesus, as we see in Matthew 1:22–23: “All this took place to fulfill what the Lord had said through the prophet: ‘The virgin will conceive and give birth to a son, and they will call him Immanuel’ (which means ‘God with us’).” This does not mean, however, that the Messiah’s actual given name would be Immanuel.

There are many “names” given to Jesus in the Old and New Testaments, and Immanuel is one of them. Isaiah elsewhere prophesied of the Messiah, “He will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace” (Isaiah 9:6). Jesus was never called by any of those “names” by the people He met in Galilee or Judea, but they are accurate descriptions of who He is and what He does. The angel said that Jesus “will be called the Son of the Most High” (Luke 1:32) and “the Son of God” (verse 35), but neither of those was His given name.

The prophet Jeremiah writes of “a King who will reign wisely” (Jeremiah 23:5), and he gives us the name of the coming Messiah: “And this is the name by which he will be called: ‘The LORD is our righteousness’” (Jeremiah 23:6, ESV). Jesus was never called “The Lord Our Righteousness” as a name, but we can call Him that! He brings the righteousness of God to us. He is God in the flesh, and the One who makes us righteous (1 Corinthians 1:30; 2 Corinthians 5:21). George Herman Ruth was named George, of course. But we can call him other things, and we’re talking about the same person: “Babe,” “the Bambino,” “the Sultan of Swat,” or “the Colossus of Clout.” The names for Babe Ruth multiplied due to his personal history and his signature talent on the ballfield. In a similar way, we can call Jesus by His given name, but we can also call Him “Immanuel.” Or “Wonderful,” “Counselor,” “Prince of Peace,” or “The Lord Our Righteousness.” The names of Jesus Christ multiply due to His divine nature and miraculous work.

To say that Jesus would be called “Immanuel” means Jesus is God, that He dwelt among us in His incarnation, and that He is always with us. Jesus was God in the flesh. Jesus was God making His dwelling among us (John 1:1, 14). God keeps His promises. The virgin Mary bore a son. Two thousand years ago, in Bethlehem, we see that baby born and lowered into the hay for a resting place. That baby, as incredible as it seems, is God. That Baby is God with us. Jesus, as our Immanuel, is omnipotence, omniscience, perfection, and the love that never fails—with us.

No, Joseph did not name Jesus “Immanuel,” but Jesus’ nature makes Him truly Immanuel, “God with us.” Isaiah told us to watch for Immanuel, the virgin-born Son of God. He will save us; He will reconcile people to God and restore creation to its original beauty. We know Him as Jesus, but we can also call Him “God with us,” because that’s exactly who He is.

Immanuel or Emmanuel is not a personal name. In Isaiah 7:14 it is seen as fulfilled, not in the naming of Jesus, but in the whole account of His origin and naming. It is not that Jesus ever bore the name Immanuel but that it indicates His role, bringing God's presence to man.

Matthew now explains to his readers what this phrase means. It is actually a transliteration of the Hebrew into Greek-making a new Greek word from the sound of the Hebrew phrase "God is with us."

God Is With Us Because Of Jesus!!!

This is a statement, not a prayer. The meaning is explained to Matthew's readers. Matthew's use of this term may be understood in one of two ways.   

1. The phrase "God is with us" describes the nature of Jesus. He is God who has become a human. 

2. Matthew wanted to show that the virgin conception was not something new, but that it had been predicted by the prophet Isaiah. God is now with the people to save them as the prophets have predicted.

Therefore "God is with us" would not so much describe the exact nature of Jesus, but rather that God has been gracious to His people by sending His Messiah.

When the conception of Jesus was announced to Joseph the angel told him that a son would be born who would be called Immanuel - God with us. The phrase may be emphasizing the truth of the gospel that God became a human being in Jesus Christ. It is also possible that Matthew is emphasizing that God was faithful to His promises in sending the Messiah to His people the Jews. Hope this is helpful in plainly and Rightly dividing God's Word with God's people and sinners alike. May God Bless You in His Season of Giving. 😊🙏🥰 #REBTD 😇 https://www.facebook.com/REBT.D/posts/3788595804517499