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star-spangledstud · 5 years ago

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Better Than Me (2/2)

Part one is here!

Summary: You really are better than them.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x (female!)Reader.

Word Count: 3000-ish.

Warnings: Angst. Fluff.

It was ridiculous. So ridiculous that it bordered near downright insane. Absolutely fucking ridiculous. Impractical, stupid and completely, utterly ridiculous. Beautiful, sparkly and downright amazing, but ridiculous. You fucking loved it.

The baby pink, bejeweled handgun sat inside a pink velvet box on your lap. The bow, which was also pink, of course, was lying at your feet, which were clad in bedazzled silver Louboutins. Gems of all colors on the rainbow covered it on all sides, from the barrel to the handgrip and along the safety pin.

You gazed up at Tony, who wore an amused expression on his face, before glancing over at Pepper. She had her hand over her mouth in embarrassment, clearly horrified by Tony’s gift choice. The card read that it was from both of them. Clearly, that wasn’t the case.

“Happy birthday, kid.” He said with a smirk that nearly extended from ear to ear.

“I don’t even want to know how much you spent on that,” Pepper muttered, shaking her head while you took the thing out of the pink and white polka-dotted tissue paper.

The others sighed audibly when you smiled, annoyed that Tony’s gift overshadowed theirs yet again. To be fair, they’d all expected it, but all of them secretly hoped any one of their gifts would be your favorite.

“I love it,” you said, twirling the weapon around in your hand, “and I agree with Pepper, I can’t even imagine how much you spent on this thing...”

“You’ll make it work,” he mused, “Two million dollars, by the way, and you could just thank me.”

Your breath caught in your throat and for a moment, you were sure Pepper was going to faint. Natasha shook her head, watching the scene unfold in horror. It was the ugliest thing she had ever seen. Wanda, who seemed to share none of her feelings, had created a monster out of you.

“Thanks, Tony,” you blew him a kiss, unable to get up from your seat at the dinner table that was covered in white roses in silver vases and wine that came from expensive bottles.

“It’s very pretty,” the witch said, “Can I hold it?”

“Please,” you shoved it into her hands, “by all means.”

“You’re insane, Tony,” you said as you took the gift Bruce had gotten for you from his outstretched hands with a smile, “Absolutely fucking nuts, but I love you for it.”

Your eyes went around the room, finding Steve at the end of the table of which you sat at the head. You were the birthday girl, after all, the pink satin sash draped around you said so in large, cursive letters and so it was your turn to have the most important seat of the house. It was a ridiculous ordeal, he thought so anyway, but you were smiling and chatting and enjoying the company of your friends and it was good to see. He couldn’t remember the last time that had happened and knew very well he was to blame.

He was the one who pushed you away, even though it was for your own good.

You took Thor’s gift just as the waiter began to serve your first course, and since he was seated closest to you, you thanked him with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Steve’s gift came last. You didn’t expect anything from him given the circumstances.

Four hours, six courses and many glasses of wine and Asgardian mead later, you found yourself back in your room. Gifts given to you by your fellow team members were sprawled out on your bed, ranging from a pair of silk pajamas with glittery Ugg slippers to match from Wanda to Starbucks and Sephora gift cards from Sam and everything in between. Chocolate covered strawberries in a glittery box, two romance novels, a bottle of beautifully aged red wine from Asgard and a peach-toned Dior lipstick, all tokens of appreciation given to you by the people you cared about the most.

Despite the hardships that you faced the previous year and the social distancing that occurred during that time, you couldn’t deny how good it felt to be with the team again. You’d changed a lot in a year, grown to be a different person than the one you were before. It wasn’t necessarily a good or a bad thing in your mind, it just happened naturally.

You sat down beside the velvet box, eyes automatically flying towards the item on your far left. A drawing of you, sitting on a terrace, staring out into the sunny skyline with a cup of coffee in your hand. It was an old drawing by the looks of it because your hair was much shorter and a different shade and your clothing was far plainer than it was now; black jeans and a white t-shirt. A signature that read SR sat in the bottom right corner in messy, doctor-like handwriting. It made your toes curl.

Of course, he was the one with the overly personal gift. You didn’t know whether it was because he simply had no fucking clue what 21st-century women liked to receive for their birthdays or whether he’d purposely done it to make you remember the day it was drawn, but the latter happened and now, you were sitting on your bed with prickling eyes and goosebumps that lined your skin.

You remembered that day very vividly. You’d only been an Avenger for three months and were struggling to adjust to the fact that you had to suddenly follow orders. Before joining the team, you’d worked alone, hired by people with deep pockets and dark intentions. You made your own rules.

The first time Steve had taken you out for coffee he kind to offer you advice. At first, you thought it felt a little like he was trying to be the human resource manager with the way he talked to you, you continued to meet up every Saturday afternoon and as the weeks passed, something in the dynamic changed. He loosened up, got rid of his Captain America persona and instead became Steve. You didn’t know what caused the change, but it was good, allowed you to actually get to know the man behind the suit and vice versa.

That particular day was a good one, It was a sunny day in spring, not too hot and not too cold, with a soft breeze that carried the scent of fresh flowers across the terrace. You’d ordered a latte, Steve liked it black. You weren’t talking, but instead, a comfortable silence hung between you. You’d brought a book just like you always did and read it while occasionally eyeing the people that passed you by. Steve, whose cheeks had become fiery red out of the blue, pulled out a leather-bound sketchbook and began to draw.

You never asked him what he was drawing, even when he stored away his pencils and shoved the book back inside his tote did you not bother to pry. Not even when you became so close you’d sometimes fall asleep together on the couch, did you not ask.

You knew now, but they didn’t say ignorance is bliss without reason.

You began to mindlessly pick at three layers of lavender toned sparkling nail polish, pulling at it as it came off your fingers with far too much ease. You’d paid the lady $60 for your manicure three days prior and now, you were ripping it off. With a deep sigh, you pushed yourself up, gripping the back of your heels so you could slip them off with ease. You’d probably never wear them again.

You slowly began to clean up the mess, discarded packaging, boxes, and gift bags and placing them in the corner of your room near the door. You put everything away except for the drawing, which you couldn’t decide what to do with. Why was it such a big deal to you, anyway? You hardly spoke to Steve anymore and if you did, it was during pre- and post-mission briefings. Maybe that’s why it made you feel so strange. it didn’t feel right, such a personal, intimate gift after how far the two of you had drifted apart.

He hadn’t asked you about Netflix in four months and you hadn’t offered your expertise on which shows and movies were the best. You didn’t bring him coffee anymore but instead, he made his own, never leaving enough in the pot for you to make a cup as well. The message he sent you was loud and clear and in return, you were an open book.

He’d grumble when a stranger was seated at the breakfast table on Sundays courtesy of your hospitality, avert his eyes when they tried to kiss you openly (which you refused). The pang in his chest would hit him when he saw Ubers out front whose engines were running to carry you to your dates in high-end restaurants and fancy bars. He wasn’t jealous, he kept telling himself. He was just worried about your safety when you disappeared into the night with strange men. Men that weren’t him, ironically.

He should’ve seen you when you were right in front of him. When you were there, literally waiting for him to make a move on you, begging him with your mannerisms and your looks, your glances, and smiles even when his jokes weren’t funny. He knew damn well you would make an amazing couple, that you could take on the entire fucking world as a duo, but he was too scared to put it on the line, too scared of what might happen once the bad guys caught a whiff of your relationship. They’d already tried to destroy Bucky and Jesus Christ, they nearly succeeded. He couldn’t handle the thought of losing you to an organization like HYDRA, or worse. He never told you this. You had no idea. You were convinced he didn’t want you because of your flaws. Because of who you were.

You got over it, shut out the thought of ever holding hands with Steve in public, the thoughts of ever feeling his lips softly pressing against your plump cheeks and his body weighing down on top of you while his voice vibrated against your ear and neck. You managed to forget about him, managed to exchange the memories and fantasies of him for diamond necklaces, silk blazers, and expensive shoes. You traded him in for strangers with big bank accounts driving nice cars wearing expensive suits. They managed to fill the void he created by pushing you away.

So yeah, the gift bothered you. It was too nice, too sweet, so sweet you had to struggle to stay stoic when thanking him earlier. You literally had to stop yourself from smiling too big, from allowing tears of gratitude and happiness to completely ruin your make-up. if things had been different, you would have done those things. They weren’t. He didn’t want you and now he was being nice. It didn’t make sense.

Just as you were about to change into a different outfit for the evening, your phone vibrated. You picked it up off your nightstand and opened it. It was a text message, but not from the guy who would be knocking on the front door in the coming hour.

I didn’t get a chance to personally wish you a happy birthday. Can we talk? -S

You gripped the device so hard you nearly crushed the screen. Six months ago, a message like this would’ve had you crying on your bathroom floor for four hours. Now, it just made you angry. So angry, that you picked your studded Louboutin off the floor and chucked it at the wall. The heel broke off against the concrete, but you didn’t notice. You weren’t going to wear them again anyway.

Your fingers typed furiously, breathing coming out in shallow huffs. Images of the girls he’d brought back to Tony’s party’s flashed before your eyes while your fingers went faster than your brain could keep up with.

Roof. Omw.

Whether he understood the abbreviation ‘omw’ or not, you didn’t take the time to guess. You left your room without changing into the other dress or putting on new shoes. The elevator went up agonizingly slowly, but it was too late to go back and take the stairs. The buttons were pushed and the door closed.

He was standing by the edge, leaning against the railing with his arms crossed over his chest. In contrast to you, he had changed his attire, leaving the light blue button-down he was wearing earlier for a plain white t-shirt and black sweatpants. He looked down at your feet, noticed how your polished toes were bare and opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again when he caught the expression on your face. You weren’t surprised to find him there first. Hell, you wouldn’t be surprised if he’d come up there running. Apparently, though, he did know what ‘omw’ meant.

“What the hell is this?” You asked, waving your phone in front of his face, “what do you think you’re doing?”

“What do you mean?” He asked, voice wavering.

“What do I mean? What...,” you snorted, “What do you mean?! The gift, the talking? We shouldn’t be here.”

“But why?” He knew why but chose to ignore the sensical part of his brain that told him he shouldn’t be doing this.

You lifted your arms, a deep breath leaving you while you considered what to say. You wanted to come up with an excuse, tell him you were busy or that you’d lost sight of not just him, but the entire team, but fuck it, lying wouldn’t get you anywhere. It had never gotten you anywhere before.

“Because I have to get over you.”

He was silent, taking in your words. They stung, even though he already knew the truth they carried.

“I couldn’t have you constantly hanging around me anymore. I couldn’t stand seeing those girls hanging off your arm at those stupid parties and I sure as hell didn’t want to hear how fun they were and how great and wonderful and how amazing, and-”

He stepped forward, gripping your arms. The sudden contact made blood rush to your head, making you nauseous and dizzy simultaneously.

“I spent so much time wondering why they were better than me,” you mumbled, “I still haven’t figured it out.”

“They aren’t better than you,” he replied softly, “they don’t even compare to you.”

You looked up, eyes large and glossy and so goddamn pretty with that champagne eyeshadow and winged liner and Steve thought he was going to lose his mind then and there.

“I had to let you go because I’m afraid,” he admitted, “terrified of what might happen if anyone tries to get to you because of me.”

“Steve,” you tried, but couldn’t find words.

All this time, you thought he didn’t like you. That he wasn’t interested in you, didn’t want anything from you but a friendship at most. You’d taught yourself to ignore your constant desire for him because it would never be reciprocated.

“When you distanced yourself from me, I knew I’d messed up, but it was too late. I’d dug a hole for myself and there was nothing I could do to get back out,” he snorted, “I needed those girls as a distraction, but none of them are as good as you.”

He smiled sadly, taking your hands in his larger, calloused palms and began to rub circles on your knuckles.

“I’m sorry,” he sighed, “I’ve been stupid and an ass and I don’t deserve to even be in the same room as you. I fucked up, Y/N.”

The skin on the back of his neck was soft when you clasped your fingers around it, muscles tensing up when you began to pull him down to meet you. Without heels on, you’d lost a significant amount of height on him, causing him to tower over you. On a hot day, he could be your personal parasol, shielding you from the sun with his entire body.

“Idiot,” you mumbled before his mouth found yours.

He kissed you, hands gripping your waist out of fear that if he were to let go, he’d wake up in his bed alone. But it wasn’t a dream, he knew it because the soft feeling of your glossy lips against his own was unlike anything he’d ever felt.

“Idiot,” you said again when you took a moment to breathe.

“I am,” he kissed you again, the sweet taste of Chardonnay and that night’s dessert - creme brulee and vanilla ice cream - still lingering on your tongue, sending his senses in complete overdrive.

“I don’t want to stay away from you anymore,” he said finally, “I’d never let anyone hurt you.”

You smiled, heart ready to explode from the sudden burst of happiness you experienced for the first time in a long time. Maybe Wanda was right all along.

“Steve, I can defend myself. You know that, right?” You mused.

“I’ll kill them if they try.”

He captured your lips with his again. The scent of his cologne, oud, and pine, nearly caused your knees to buckle from under you. You didn’t even realize the goosebumps that lined your skin, or the fact that the date you were supposed to meet up with had already bailed on you. It didn’t matter, because you finally had Steve where you wanted him. It only took for the two of you to drift apart almost completely for you to realize that you could never truly get away from one another.

You placed your head on top of his chest, allowing his body heat to warm you up in a hug that engulfed you. It was nice, the feeling of his chest rising and falling slowly while you watched the city’s skyline in the dark. The want for it had been suppressed for so long you almost forgot what it felt like.

“Steve?” You asked, peeking up at him through false eyelashes and three layers of waterproof mascara.

“Hmm?”

“Your gift was my favorite.”

Yeah, all of those bitches definitely weren’t better than you.

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artificialqueens · 4 years ago

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Galactica, Chapter 31 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica

A/N: Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫

Last Chapter: Courtney learned the truth about Willam and had to face reality--and Pearl learned the truth about Violet and Sutan, but chose to avoid it with Adore.

This Chapter: Adore revels in Pearl’s attention, and Violet receives a very nice surprise.

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“Do you need help?”

“No.”

“Oh really?”

“Wait, wait,” Violet mumbled, “I got it!”

“Sure you do baby,” Sutan smiled, watching as Violet tried for the third time to open their hotel room door. He had no idea who Violet had been drinking with, but she had been tipsy all night, a happy, bubbly, giggly mess, who had been glued to his side.

“I do, I got-” Violet finally managed to swipe the key card fast enough, an excited yelp coming from her. “Ta da!” She threw the door open, a smile on her face.

“Very impressive, lovely eyes.” Sutan smirked, stepping inside and closing the door behind them. He had taken his own jacket as well as Violet’s off in the elevator, so it was only a matter of throwing it on a chair. He turned, only to see Violet struggling to get out of her dress.

“Do you need help?”

“No-” Violet didn’t look at him, her full concentration on trying to unzip the hidden zipper on her side, “You can’t help me.”

“What? Can’t?” Sutan stepped out of his shoes, raising a brow. “Why not?”

“Because if you help me-” Violet groaned, finally managing to grab the zipper, “We can’t have sex.”

“What?” Sutan snorted, Violet once again taking him completely by surprise as he watched her take her dress off. “Wait, no, I just asked that, but, why?”

“Because-” Violet looked over at him. She dumped down on the bed, kicking her shoes off, a blush rising in her cheeks, “Because I want…”

“Because what?” Sutan smiled, suddenly beyond intrigued at Violet’s sudden shyness. He took a step forward.

“Because-” Violet swallowed, her eyes locked on his lips. “You’re mean.”

Sutan laughed, and Violet giggled too. She reached for her hair, pulling at the updo, her fingers grabbing at bobby pins that Sutan hadn’t even realized was in there.

“You don’t mean that,” Sutan walked over, dropping down on his knees. Violet instantly spread her legs, and he moved between them. “Do you?”

“I do,” Violet nodded, but she still took his hand, putting it on the buckle of her garterbelt, her inner thigh silky soft under his touch.

In past relationships, Sutan had found it annoying when girlfriends had played helpless, when they had pretended to be unable to do things, but with Violet, it felt flirty and fun.

“You’re being very, very mean Mr. Amrull.”

“Hmm? Does that mean,” Sutan paused, his finger under the buckle, “that I should stop?”

Sutan moved his thumb, caressing Violet’s skin, a breathless moan leaving her, her eyes closing for a minute.

“Violet?”

“Mmh,” Violet opened her eyes, smiling slightly. “Don’t stop.”

Sutan laughed, and Violet leaned forward, giving him a kiss. He could taste the faintest trace of vodka on her lips, but he wasn’t concerned about whenever or not she was too drunk with the amount of shit she had been given him, Violet more than able to string a sentence together.

He held her tight, Violet so sweet, her hands in his hair.

“Sutan?” Violet pulled away, looking up at him.

“Mmmh?”

“I… I want,” Violet was playing with the hair on the back of his neck, her eyes focusing on his lips. “I want you to eat me out.”

“What?” Sutan couldn’t believe what he had just heard.

“I want you to eat me out.”

The request had taken him by surprise, Violet very clear in how much she didn’t enjoy oral the first time they had had sex, but as he looked at her, as he searched her face for any indication that she wasn’t serious, he saw pure determination and vulnerability look right back at him.

“Please.”

“Of course.” Sutan couldn’t do anything but place a sweet and gentle kiss on Violet’s knee, his brave and strange girl making such a simple request. “Say the word and I’ll stop.”

“I won’t.”

“Know that you can anyway.”

“Alright…” Violet nodded, letting Sutan guide her down into the soft pillows of the bed, pulling her panties off. Violet was blushing heavily, her breath already coming out in short gasps as if she couldn’t actually believe what was happening.

Sutan pushed her knees apart with gentle hands as he settled between them, pressing a sweet kiss at the mouth of Violet’s cunt, a smile dancing on his lips as he felt how silky smooth she was.

After covering her with light kisses, Sutan started to lick her slit from bottom to top, again and again, the movement making Violet’s chest tighten with anticipation. It felt good, it really did, but it was only a tease, Sutans tongue feeling a little weird, very pleasant, but it wasn’t real pleasure, not like when he was buried deep inside her, fucking her so hard so could barely breath.

Violet closed her eyes, collecting all her courage as she spread her legs a little further apart, her hand finding Sutan’s hair, desperately hoping he would take the hint, and oh, oh he did.

Violet could feel the warm huffs of air against her skin as Sutan laughed, but instead of being embarrassed, she couldn’t do anything but moan as he went for her clit, his tongue swirling over the hood, and then under it, licking at her most sensitive place.

Violet curled in on herself, the intense burst of sensation so unlike anything she felt alone, everything sharply focused on one small point on her body, making her feel like she was on fire, like she didn’t know whether to pull away or start begging for more.

Thankfully, it was as if Sutan could read her mind, knowing exactly how to work her body when Violet could barely string words together.

Sutan eased off her, paying attention to the rest of her, toying with her, his tongue returning to her clit frequently, keeping her on her toes. Violet gasped as Sutan pressed two fingers into her, giving her something to grind down into, giving her something to clench onto and to ground her.

Violet could feel the faint vibrations of Sutan’s moans, and it made warmth curl in her belly.

How could she have denied him for so long when he so obviously enjoyed this?

She tightened her hand in his hair, earning another pleased sound as she gasped herself, the knowledge that Sutan found this hot, found her hot, making it all that much better.

Soon, Violet lost herself to just feeling, her eyes closed as her pleasure built, her entire body growing hotter and hotter, her desperate sounds making Sutan go at her even harder, his fingers fucking into her as he flicked his tongue over her clit again and again.

Violet was gasping for air. She knew she was going to come, but she couldn’t form the words, couldn’t tell Sutan what was happening.

It was as if he was trying to pull her orgasm from her very core, as if he was trying to destroy her with pleasure.

Her entire body was singing with the overwhelming sensations, but it was a broken little moan from Sutan, the knowledge that he was the one doing this to her, that he enjoyed it as much as she did, that made her come so hard she was scared she’d pass out.

***

Adore really was sweet. The perfect distraction for Pearl’s wretched mood. Once they ditched the club and went back to the hotel, Pearl was also reminded what a fantastic lay she was, generous and responsive and deliciously naughty. Normally, Pearl might have found her big Baby Jesus eyes blinking expectantly up at her too needy. But tonight, it was an absolute relief to be with someone who laid bare their emotions, who didn’t have to analyze or work hard to understand.

Because Adore was absolutely crazy about her, and tonight, Pearl’s ego needed that desperately.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” Adore kept saying, body arching, her guitar-callused fingers running over Pearl’s skin like it was Italian silk.

It was addicting--the feeling of being the center of someone’s universe, capturing their full and undivided attention. At one point, Adore rolled over on top of Pearl, gazing down at her as she rubbed their pussies together, clearly so turned on by Pearl’s body that she was coming apart simply from that, and Pearl couldn’t help reaching up to play with her hardened nipples, spurring her on, hips thrusting faster and faster.

Pearl kept a mental count of their orgasms, for no reason other than to appease her own injured self confidence. So far it was 4 for Adore, 2 for her, and the night wasn’t over.

Try that with a fucking man, Violet, she couldn’t help thinking bitterly, as she flipped Adore over again, smiling at the delighted squeal that left her lips.

“Got any more in you, pumpkin?”

“Maybe…” Adore bit her lip, lashes fluttering in that particularly charming way of hers. “Do you?”

“For you? Always,” Pearl replied with a smug smile. She moved down quickly, seeking out the softest part of Adore’s belly and digging her teeth in.

“Oh god,” Adore moaned, arching up into her.

“What a good girl you are,” Pearl cooed, lips traveling lower and lower until she was squirming in her hands.

“Fuck…”

***

Waking up with Pearl was just as good as last time, if not better, the girl’s body curled around hers, head on her shoulder. She couldn’t help herself from carding her fingers softly through Pearl’s beachy blonde waves, watching as her eyes blinked open slowly.

It seemed to take her a moment to register who she was, where she was, and who she was with. By the time her blue eyes focused on Adore’s, she was practically swooning at how cute the whole thing was.

“What?” Pearl croaked, morning making her sexy voice even more raspy than usual.

“You’re just really cute, that’s all,” Adore said.

Pearl looked almost bashful as she chuckled and said, “You’re the one who’s cute.”

Adore’s smile grew even more before saying, “Do you need anything? Room service? Coffee?”

“I need a cigarette.” Pearl reached for the pack on her nightstand.

“Are you allowed to smoke in here?” Adore asked as she lit up.

“Are you gonna report me?”

“Not if you share…” Adore simpered, and Pearl chuckled again, handing her the lit cigarette.

Adore opened her arm, and after a moment of hesitation, Pearl settled back down against her shoulder, let her go back to playing gently with her hair as she took a long, satisfying drag.

“You know, I’m not used to waking up with someone else,” Pearl admitted.

“Oh yeah? And now you’ve woken up with me twice.”

“Yeah.”

“Are you uncomfortable?”

“Nah...it’s actually kinda nice.”

Adore took a deep breath, handing the cigarette back to her.

“Well...maybe...you want to do it some more?”

Pearl shifted against her, turning slightly to peer up at her. Adore knew that she could very well be screwing things up by moving so fast, but she also knew that being in limbo the last few weeks had been excruciating.

“I just, I really like you. And I was thinking, we’re so good together, why not...make it official?”

Adore held her breath, waiting for the inevitable “I like you, but” or “maybe someday, but” or “listen…” She was shocked when Pearl nodded slowly, exhaling a cloud of smoke, and casually saying, “Yeah, sure…”

“Really?!” Adore exclaimed, eyes widening in surprise. “Omigod!”

Pearl gave her another sleepy grin, almost a smirk, and Adore quickly recovered, taking the cigarette back.

“Or...whatevs,” she said, the quivering corners of her lips betraying her air of cool detachment. “It’s cool. We’re cool…”

Pearl laughed, snaking a hand under the covers to tickle her, making her shriek happily.

***

Bianca sat at her dressing table, carefully applying her makeup, when the door to her suite unlocked and Adore’s voice called out.

“Biancaaaaaa! Are you here?”

“Yeah, I’m in here, shhh…” she said as Adore poked her head in. She gestured to the sleeping form of the woman under her covers (her name seemed to have slipped Bianca’s mind), and added, “Come in. Not like you’re intruding or anything.”

“Thanks!” Adore chirped, bounding in and flinging herself onto the bed. The woman sat up, startled. “Good morning! I’m Adore. Bianca’s sister.”

“Hi…” she rubbed her eyes, confused, voice still groggy as she said, “I’m Janey.”

Janey! That’s what it was. Bless Adore and her lack of boundaries.

“Sorry Janey, you can relax. I ordered breakfast, it should be here soon.”

“Uh...thank you.” She smiled uncomfortably, still clearly weirded out by the situation.

“B! Don’t you want to know why I’m in a good mood?” Adore whined.

“It’s my most fervent wish.”

“Well…” Adore’s blue eyes sparkled with glee, finally bursting out with, “I have a girlfriend!”

“The one you’ve been stalking, or someone else?” Bianca calmly returned to her makeup, more than used to Adore’s love-struck naiveté.

“I wasn’t stalking her, I was just...waiting for the timing to be right. You get it, right?” Adore nudged Janey’s arm, looking for backup.

“Are you gonna tell me her damn name, now?”

“Yes.” Adore settled back against her pillows, a smug grin spreading across her face. She paused dramatically and then said, “It’s Pearl Liaison.”

Bianca barely stifled her groan, turning back towards her sister, pointing the mascara wand at her accusingly. “Are you fucking serious, Adore?”

“Of course I’m serious. She’s amazing; I can’t believe she agreed on being exclusive so easily.”

Bianca closed her eyes. There were so many things wrong with this situation, but of course she had neither the time nor the inclination to explain them to Adore. Instead, she settled for, “Adore. Listen to me. You need to run from this girl. She’s fucking trouble. She’s going to destroy you.”

Adore finally snapped out of her love-struck daze, glaring over at Bianca. “Fuck you, B! You don’t even know her!”

Bianca chuckled wryly. “Believe me, I do. I do know her, honey. And there’s about a million and five things about you being with her that are fucked up, not to mention that she will absolutely, definitely break your heart.”

“Why are you being so unsupportive?! I’m happy, and she cares about me, so why-”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake. I’m trying to protect you–”

“I don’t need your protection! I’m a fucking grown-up.”

“You’re right, Adore. You’re a grown-up.” She rolls her eyes. “I’ll be sure to remember this conversation when she cheats on you, or blows you off, or–”

Adore leapt up from the bed, eyes blazing with fury. “You are the worst! Do us both a favor and stay out of my love life!” She stormed out of Bianca’s room, slamming the door behind her in a self-righteous rage.

Bianca sighed, blowing softly on her lashes as she waited for the glue to get tacky. She caught Janey’s eye and asked, “So...you in the mood for quiche?”

***

Violet had been spending her afternoon at the desk in their hotel room, making sure everything was running as smoothly as she could from her remote office of Trixie’s laptop and a hotel printer.

Violet had found it difficult to get Courtney to work at the speed she needed when they had been in the same space, but now, with an ocean and a 6 hour time difference, it was practically impossible, Courtney’s replies to her messages getting more and more frazzled each time she reached out.

“Oh, by the way. I have something for you.“

Violet turned in her chair, looking over at Sutan who had just come back from whatever party he had attended, the man laughing when he had seen Violet sitting among the papers and being what he had called ‘a good little assistant’.

“You do?” Violet bit her lip, tapping her nails against the desk.

“I do.” Sutan nodded, reaching into the inner pocket of his suit jacket. Sutan had never given her a present before, and she had no idea what to expect.

“Here.” He pulled out a piece of thick paper, and Violet looked at him in confusion as he handed it to her.

“What’s-” Violet turned the paper over, but it was neatly folded into a square, the white backing not giving anything away, Sutan shrugging his jacket off. “What’s this?”

“I noticed that you weren’t at the Dior show.”

Sutan sat in the armchair, not even looking at her as he reached down to undo his shoes. Violet felt weirdly touched at the fact that Sutan had noticed she had been absent, Fame demanding that she pick up a coffee for her while the show was happening.

“I know it’s not haute couture week,” Violet wondered for a brief moment if it would be weird to tell Sutan that she found it incredible sexy whenever he pronounced haute correctly, “but I still figured,” Sutan looked up at her, a smile on his lips as he toed off his shoe, “that you’d maybe like to save the show note.”

“Oh…” Violet unfolded the paper, the words of Raf Simons printed on the creamy white paper as he described this season's collection. “I, umh-”

“Don’t worry about it.” Sutan focused on his cufflinks, undoing the metal.

“Now,” He hooked a thumb in his tie, taking it off. “Could I interest you in some late night room service? Because I’m craving something real greasy and American.”

“No.”

Sutan snorted, and Violet felt her stomach clench, but as always, Sutan didn’t get mad when she was probably being rude.

“More for me then.” Sutan smiled, giving her a quick kiss before he went for the room's phone, clearly already done with their conversation.

Violet looked down at the show note, cursing herself for once again failing to speak up, of not managing to find the right words at the right time, because even though it was technically just a piece of paper, she couldn’t get over the fact that Sutan had carried it around on all day on the off chance that she could maybe potentially like it.

“Thank you…” Violet whispered as she neatly folded it, tucking it into the back of her planner for safe keeping.

***

Bianca took a large sip of her pinot, looking around at the dreadfully dull cocktail party and trying not to let her irritation get the better of her.

She’d only been in Paris for four days, and she was already very much over it. Some years, she was excited to participate in these European fashion weeks, but this year, everything seemed to annoy her; the small talk, the endless cheek kissing, the rude waiters who pretended not to understand English…not to mention, no matter how nice her hotel was, nothing was as good as her memory foam mattress back home. And so far the fashion had been quite disappointing. Definitely not worth a 7 hour flight. Even the hook-ups were average at best.

Bianca rubbed her temple. She was tired and cranky and irritable and wished Adore was there so that she could taunt her and spread the misery around, but her sister was off galivanting with Pearl fucking Liaison of all people.

And then suddenly, a light appeared at the end of the tunnel, in the form of Miss Fame, standing in the corner dressed in a glorious cream and ivory ensemble from head to toe. Bianca grinned deviously, striding up to her friend.

A foot away from Fame, Bianca “stumbled” and pretended to spill red wine down the back of Fame’s jacket.

“Oh no!” she cried. “Your outfit, it’s ruined! I’m so sorry!”

Fame gasped and looked up at Bianca with eyes blazing, clenching her teeth.

Bianca had wanted to keep the ruse going a little longer, but she couldn’t keep a straight face and burst out laughing, patting Fame on the shoulder.

“Sorry Blondie, I’m totally fucking with you. Nothing spilled.” Bianca wiped the tears from her eyes.

“Such a comedian. Was that fun for you?” Fame’s voice was scolding, but her eyes glittered with mischief. She would never admit it out loud, but she loved the way Bianca teased her.

They leaned in to greet each other properly and Bianca gave Fame the exaggerated European-style air kisses.

“It really was. A much-needed pick me up.”

“What’s wrong?” Fame asked, her gray eyes turning soft.

“I’m in hell. I miss my bed and my dogs and this season looks boring as fuck. Present company excluded, of course.”

“Of course.”

“And the worst part…”

“Worse than a boring season?” Fame asked, feigning shock.

“Yes.” Bianca leaned in closer to confide in her. “Your mistress? Is fucking my sister.”

“And?” Fame asked benignly, her face placid.

“You don’t care?” Bianca asked, a bit incredulous.

“It’s none of my business who she fucks, Bianca. She’s not a pet.”

“Wow, you’re so evolved.” Bianca tossed back her wine with an exaggerated eye roll. “Thanks for the help.”

“Well, what would you like me to do?”

“You could start by threatening to fire her if she hurts Adore.”

“That sounds a bit illegal, dear.”

“Ughhh…”

“Don’t worry so much. Adore’s an adult, she’ll be fine. Pearl’s very good in bed.”

“Great.” Bianca rolled her eyes, swiping a glass of champagne from a passing waiter.

Fame laughed, pressing a kiss to Bianca’s cheek before noticing Raja signalling her from across the room. “I better go see what Raj wants. Cheer up, B, and thanks for the heart attack.”

Bianca accepted Miss Fame’s tight hug. “Whatever. Thanks for being useless as always. Love you.”

Miss Fame giggled, releasing Bianca and waving flirtatiously as she walked away.

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thran-duils · 4 years ago

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Watch Me Burn (P.5)

Title: Watch Me Burn (Part Five) Summary: Fem!Reader x AU!Cas. Fem!Reader x AU!Sam. This fic was inspired by both parts of “Love the Way You Lie” by Eminem & Rihanna. Castiel and the reader are toxic for each other and keep falling back together until the reader moved away. It’s been years and now she is back home, waltzing back into Castiel’s life. She is determined to do better this time, to make them work, but outside forces as well as the scars the two have left on each other weave their way into their reconciliation. Will they be able to overcome the past and new threats to their sustainability? Words: 1,776 Warnings (for the fic in entirety): Extreme angst, domestic violence, smut, unprotected sex, dom/sub dynamics, BDSM trust breaking, fluff, language, alcohol abuse, !!! eventual !!! happiness Author’s Note: Italics are the past!

Chap 4 || Chap 6 || Masterpost (mobile) || Fic masterpost

You keened as Sam’s fingers dipped between your thighs, toying with your dripping sex.

“Bet that gentleness feels real good after that beating you just got,” Sam said, his voice rumbling low in his chest. His fingers gripped your reddened ass and this time you whimpered. He chuckled moving back down to finger you. “Well, despite that throbbing ass, your pussy seems to have loved it.”

His hand free hand wrapped around your throat, pulling you away from the couch you were kneeling in front of. At your ear he asked, “I didn’t hear an answer.”

“Yes, I liked it. I loved it,” you told him breathlessly.

Sam smiled against your skin, moving to lay sloppy kisses on your neck. His hand was gone, and he held you tight against him, rutting his erect cock. He quickly positioned the two of you, you bent over the couch, him kneeling behind you. You heard him opening the condom packet and he was in you with ease with how wet you were. Your range of motion was limited due to him holding you against the couch and your handcuffed hands.

He was not gentle like he had been when he had been touching you. He was rough, calloused.

“What a little slut,” he husked, his fingers digging into your sides.

He was being too rough. Maybe if you could reposition yourself…

“Pineapple,” you choked out.

Sam’s only response was to reach up, grasping at your breasts, squeezing, and groaning in pleasure.

Maybe he had not heard you.

“Pineapple,” you said louder this time, gasping when he gave a particularly rough thrust.

Sam’s hand clamped over your mouth and your eyes bugged in surprise. His grip was suffocating, and it only served to hold you more tightly in place for him to continue to drive himself up into you.

“So close. So close, baby,” he grunted, his thrusts deepening, and you protested against his hand. But you still went unheard.

He came loudly, stiffening as his cock twitching inside you. The moments dragged as he held you there, pinned as he circled back down to earth from his high.

“What the fuck?” you snapped; your lip curled in anger.

Sam snorted and jested, “Jesus, Y/N. I’m sorry. I thought you had gotten off with me. But no need to be that rude.”

“You didn’t listen! I said pineapple!”

“I heard,” Sam told you lightly and your face dropped, anger melting to dismay. He was not looking at you now, tossing the used condom in the trash can next to the couch. He caught sight of your face and his shoulders dropped. “Oh, come on, Y/N. I was close – I thought you were too. It was only a few moments more.” You still said nothing, your gaze falling away from him. “I’ll make it up to you.”

You heard him walking away, his footsteps moving down the hallway towards his bedroom.

You did not come.

He had not listened to you when you used the safe word.

He did not care.

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Castiel’s fingers wove through your hair, intoxication evident in his charcoal lined eyes.

The two of you had chosen a date night out at an underground club, one Castiel thought would be particularly sexually arousing. From the moment you had walked in, you had been unable to keep your eyes from wandering around the room as Castiel led you to an empty booth. A stranger in leather had winked at the two of you as you passed by as their partner sat on the plush carpet at their feet.

“Are you okay?” you questioned. The two of you had had some drinks; his had been doubles though.

He chuckled, leaning back in the booth. “How observant of you, my love. So caring.” Castiel pulled you closer to him on the booth, you sliding easily to him in the coat you were wearing and the leather of the seat. His kisses were deep, passion woven in.

His fingers found one of the buttons of your jacket and you stopped his hand. He pulled away, looking at you curiously.

“Are you okay?” he asked pointedly.

You shot a quick look around the room and turned your attention back to him. No one in particular was paying any attention to the two of you but if you removed your jacket…

“I’ve been in lingerie in public before at parties, Cas, so yeah. But… I mean… me open like this? It might end up irking you. I know you.”

Castiel gave a throaty chuckle, his hand caressing the side of your face. “That you do. No, this is a place I’m not worried about that.”

He seemed sincere enough and what else could you do besides proceed? Slowly, you shrugged the long, tan coat off your shoulders and tossed it aside. You leaned back, wearing only your lingerie. Crotchless lingerie, that you kept in mind and you kept your legs crossed. That was for Castiel to see and only him. Until he gave permission for you to reveal it if he wished it, that had been one of the rules.

He pulled your leg across his lap, holding you close. Your bare pussy was against him, hidden. It was just for him it seemed for now.

His fingers ghosted along your shoulder, tracing down to your waist. There was an insatiable look in his eyes and all you wanted to do was tame it.

“Are you comfortable, angel?”

“Yes, with you,” you answered honestly.

His smile was warm.

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You walked into the office, skirt and shirt pressed. You had made it a point to not be late to this office. Being late within the first couple months at the last office you thought would have cost you your job. You did not want to start off here with that same type of feeling, regardless if it had not amounted to anything other than a small nick in your file back there.

“Y/N!” Robbie called from the front desk, grabbing your attention. You changed direction, going towards him instead of towards your office. He gestured at the flowers. “These were delivered bright and early. For you.”

“Oh, they’re lovely!” you said happily, placing your purse down and running your fingers around the different assortment of flowers gently. “Was there…” you trailed off seeing a card sticking out of the top of the bouquet. You pulled it off and opened the card quickly.

Sorry about dinner last night. Hope you have a good day. I’ll make it up to you tonight. – Castiel

You exhaled, a smile tugging despite yourself. You had made a special dinner to celebrate your sexiversary and the bar had unexpectedly gotten swamped due to a Thursday night football game. The sports bar down the street had gotten closed down because of a health code violation and inevitably, the crowd had to migrate. Castiel had missed dinner and you had gone to bed alone. He must have ordered this last night to make sure it was in the flower shop’s queue to be here now.

You put the card back and Robbie asked, “Someone making up to you?”

Laughing, you asked him, “Is it that obvious?”

“It’s a classic move. Smart,” Robbie smirked as the phone rang. He turned to answer and you picked up the flowers to go to your office.

After situating them, you made your way to the break room to see if someone had made coffee. And they luckily had and you made yourself up a cup. You greeted a couple coworkers in passing as you made your way back down the hall to your office.

“Excuse me,” a voice sounded from beside you and you recognized it as Dean, one of the senior members of the team in the office. He was a shameless flirt for sure, but his eye was not for you. He was harmless, which was a relief. He rushed past you, heading towards the front desk.

“Ah, Sammy! I thought you weren’t gonna be here until Monday!” Dean exclaimed.

Sammy?

The world slowed to a standstill as your eyes landed on the man standing at the front desk, his back to you.

No no no no no.

You could not mistake that hair, those shoulders…

He turned and you blanched at his profile. His smile was wide as he greeted Dean – of course the two of them were friends. Perfect. Tara emerged from her office and beamed seeing Sam standing there. Why was he here? Tara was greeting him too and you barely heard anything above the roar in your ears until you zoned in when she mentioned the word ‘transfer’.

Tara spotted you over the two men’s shoulders and you wanted to vomit when she pointed you out. “Ah, Y/N. You’re here. Early as usual, why should I be surprised? Oh, you should know each other.”

Sam turned his head in slow motion it seemed, his smile growing wider if possible. He was handsome, charming. But you could see past that smile and its pretense. He wanted to eat you alive.

“Yeah, of course,” Sam affirmed to Tara, holding out his arm, beckoning you over. “We worked in the same office.”

You realized you were standing there awkwardly, and you walked forward, the mask coming up. You forced yourself to smile. “Yes, we know each other.” He was so close, and his arm came to rest on your upper arm. It took everything in you not to flinch.

“Sam’s gonna be working here for a while to help with an upcoming project. Since you two have experience working together that should make this all smoother,” Tara explained.

“Hopefully,” you breathed, feeling in a fog.

Her eyes shot to the desk and she asked Robbie, “Did you give her the flowers?”

“H-he did,” you stammered, answering for Robbie, shooting a quick look at Sam.

You saw Sam’s eyes narrow ever so slightly at the mention of them.

“Secret admirer?” Tara teased and you shifted uncomfortably. If she only knew what she was doing right now.

Your cheeks reddened and you gave a nervous laugh. “No, nothing like that.”

Dean snorted and said, “Keep your secrets then, Y/N.” To the group of you, he addressed, “How about we go to lunch later today?”

“Oh, that would be good. I know a good place a few streets away,” Tara said chipper.

Sam shrugged, nodding in agreement. His hand was still on your shoulder – how was no one else noticing?

“Looking forward to it,” Sam told her, smiling broadly. His gaze flicked to you and he gave you a wink.

~~~

CASTIEL FOREVER TAGS: @willowing-love @perseusandmedusa @greenappleeyes @afanofmanystuffs @earthtokace @shikaros-blog @marisayouass @splendidcas

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unclefungusthegoat · 5 years ago

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ARMY KNIFE, SILVER SPOON- Far Cry 5 Week Day 2 (The Project at Eden’s Gate)

OK, so this one needs to be taken with total disregard for the Seeds’ ages and timeline, but they don’t make sense anyway so screw it hahaha... Also I promise that I wasn’t randomly inspired by Avril Lavigne’s ‘I’m With You’. And so, false promises made, without further ado:

Sixteen year old John Duncan runs away from home on a cold November night. Lost, alone and desperate to not return to his cruel parents, he finds himself at the mercy of the dark side of Atlanta... only to be rescued by a homeless Iraq War veteran.

Please be aware:

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Attempted sexual assault of a minor, mentions of child abuse, attempted strangulation

You can read this story on AO3: HERE

My whole FC5 Week series can be found HERE

“Hey kid, you got a little something for us?”

John Duncan ignored the slurring coos of the rabble stood on the street. Tried to forget that he was only sixteen and hopelessly lost and colder than he’d ever been before. The late-November air cut through his slate grey cashmere coat, even after it had been buttoned to his neck. There was icy slush seeping into his dress shoes, and he could feel that the bottom of his slacks were wet also, sticking to his ankles. His face was numb. His stomach empty. He hadn’t even had time to retrieve his leather gloves from his room and his fingers were almost as blue as his stinging eyes.

How was he supposed to know what runways took with them? Boys like him didn’t run away. They inherited their father’s estates, attended functions, framed degrees in their swanky offices and had affairs with their secretaries. They lived in penthouses. Drove Lamborghinis. Had sake imported in from Tokyo.

But he couldn't go back. Not even to get his gloves, or a stack of bills from the safe. Not this time, not now that he was out in the world, gone for so many hours that they had surely phoned the police. He’d have to explain himself, beg them to forgive him for being so ungrateful.

And then he’d have to take the lash again.

He just couldn’t fucking take it anymore. Always in pain. Another shirt ruined where his wounds would split. Another prayer to a silent God. Another day watching them stare at him like he wasn’t good enough yet, wasn’t perfect yet.

He didn’t want to know what he’d have to do to get there.

So he’d finally snapped.

And he’d run.

John crossed his arms across his body, hoping to keep in some heat, and kept walking. He didn’t know where he was. Some dark underbelly of Atlanta, sex shops and liqour stores and sleezy bars and the types he’d always been told never to associate with. People who reminded him of Old Mad Seed. Not that he could remember much about him anyway. Just heavy set shapes. Loud voices. Foul breath. Vitriol and disdain.

Footsteps were crunching behind him, hurrying to catch up.

Predators to their prey.

“I’m fucking talking to you, silver spoon, why don’t you take it out your mouth and make yourself useful?”

“Fuck off.” He muttered, aware that the words sounded ridiculous with so many years of elocution lessons slathered on top of them.

“What’s that? What did you say? Didn’t your nanny ever teach you to speak up?”

A forceful hand on his shoulder and suddenly John was pinned against the grimy window of an all night supermarket. Staring up at three leering businessmen who looked far too much like the men at his family’s church.

“He's pretty.”

“Barely legal I reckon.”

Vastly illegal, John almost swiped back, but held his tongue.

That was a skill he’d learned well over the years.

How to stay quiet.

How to survive.

“He doesn’t say a lot does he, for a rich kid?”

“Trust fund, no doubt.”

“Ivy League.”

“Maybe he’s a mute-”

“If he’s dumb then he’ll be nice and quiet then while he proves his worth. He won't scream.”

“Take him in the alley. No cameras.”

They grabbed him by the hair and dragged him, legs kicking towards the looming void between storefronts. Frozen garbage, mouldy dumpsters, not a chance in hell anyone would come looking for John Duncan, of the Duncans.

He screamed, but a hand clamped down over his mouth. The three wrestled him until his back hit one of the dumpsters. Hungry fingers tangled with buttons and the belt and zipper on his pants, drunken and clumsy. Frustrated cursing, as he tried to get away. His foot collided with something hardened and a yowl of pain echoed across the street. Bile straining at the back of his throat, burning acid in his starved insides threatening to-

“Hey, leave the dipshit with the fancy coat alone-” came the thick growl of a tall figure emerging from the alleyway, bundled up in worn, on-it’s-last-legs knitwear. A padded parka with a furry trim on the hood made the giant seem even broader than he probably actually was, but in the shadow of the neon ‘RALPHS’ sign, and through the heavy spit of snowfall, he looked Titanesque. Atlas, holding up the sky so it didn't come crashing down on the young runaway.

“What’s it to you?”

“A big fucking problem, actually.”

The giant fixed a hand around the nearest throat, and John felt himself get released from the heavy grip. He stumbled sideways and cowered behind the homeless man, who now snarled at the lechers and tightened the pressure on the whimpering neck.

“Get out of here before I paint the sidewalk with your brains.” The giant snarled, and John absolutely believed him.

The man nodded desperately, and within seconds of being released, gasping for the cold air, all three were gone. Disappeared around a corner. Slipping on the ice in their haste. Back to their hunt or back to their wives.

The giant slouched back to where he’d been resting in the alley for the night. John made to move on, but the man called back to him and he froze.

“You OK?”

“I’ve been better.” John groaned, tousling his hair to ease the pain in his scalp, but succeeding only in letting snowflakes tumble into his face. He could barely see his saviour as it was, and having pale shimmering flecks in his long eyelashes wasn’t helping.

“Fucking perverts. They’ll get what’s coming to them.”

“No they won’t.” John mumbled, aware that he was shaking.

“You want to take a few minutes to get yourself together?” The homeless man gestured to the space beside him.

There was something about that voice… it felt safe. Gruff, wizened, like it had been through hell. But safe. Safe enough for John to approach and sit on the sidewalk beside him, settling onto a stack of soggy cardboard that he tried to imagine was anything but.

A weird silence.

John pulled his knees up to his chest, cradling them like he used to when hiding in small places. Hoping not to be heard or seen. And he tried to decide what to do. Breathing hard. Mind racing. Yet nothing came to mind. He had nowhere to go. No one who would take him in. A lump gathered in his throat and a hot tear dribbled down onto his nose.

Not for thought of being hungry and helpless and filthy, although all troubled him deeply. Not for the sudden shock settling in that he’d nearly just been raped. Not for the unease he felt staring down the alley, unable to see the end of it through the winter night.

But the thought of having to go home.

“First night’s not even the worst, kid.”

The giant had pulled out a small penknife, army issue in appearance, and began whittling a small wooden block. The feathering of the wood looked like lustrous, thick fur. A fox perhaps, or a wolf? John still couldn’t see the man’s face, but he wondered if he was Native and it was a symbol to keep him strong.

He could, however, see the patches of flaking skin on the backs of the man’s hands. In desperate need of a moisturizer or medical cream or something, anything to give the impression that the man wasn’t about to shed like a snake. Burns, he realised. And the odd cigarette stub mark between the raw patches. How did a homeless man get so mutilated?

John sniffed and wiped his tears away with his sleeve.

“Is that so?”

The man snorted.

“Even just from that answer, I can tell you won’t last long.”

“How did you know I was... like you?” John didn’t want to say homeless quite yet. It felt like such a dirty word, an ‘epidemic’ as his uncle had branded it once.

“Guessed.”

John gave him a quizzical look that the giant caught out of the corner of his eye. He chuckled.

“If there's one thing I know on sight, it's a miserable kid who doesn’t want to go home.”

John continued to watch him work in silence for a good half hour, mesmerised at the craftsmanship. He thought back to his own work, his fine pencil sketches and pools of watercolours and minute engine parts for impeccably constructed model aircraft. Things to shut him up. Keep him indoors. Train that difficult right hand to function as it should.

“So did daddy not buy you a pony?” The quiet broken. There was humour in it, nothing but a gentle tease, but the insinuation that rich kids couldn’t also face unimaginable pain riled John, and he glared venomously.

“That’s none of your concern.” He spat in a low voice.

“Oh, it’s not, is it?”

“No.”

“Kind of thinking it is now that I suddenly seem to have another mouth to feed-”

“I don't need your charity.”

“Well you're sat in my drawing room, aren't you, your Royal Highness-”

“I didn’t ask for your help-”

“Well you sure as fuck needed it.” The homeless man didn’t even sound angry, clearly used to people looking down their noses at him, treating him like an inconvenience. He just sounded exhausted. “Jesus, could you be anymore uptight?”

John pouted and hugged himself tighter.

“Probably.”

The giant paused his work and rubbed his unkempt beard in exasperation. It was tinged red, even more so in the street lamp light. John noticed the man still hadn't looked up at him, wouldn't make eye contact. He wouldn't be able to identify him to the police in a lineup, or even from a mugshot. Does he intend to rob me? Have his way with me like those men wanted to?

“Spoilt brat like you won’t last a week. If you’d prefer not to get stabbed or robbed, sell the Rolex, keep your head down, drop the accent and the airs and graces.”

Of course he’d spotted the watch. John twisted it on his wrist protectively.

“You can't have it.”

“I wasn't asking for it.”

“My father bought it for me.”

“Good for you. My father never did shit. Is sharing time over?”

The homeless man was too distracted to concentrate on his whittling and pocketed his handiwork swiftly, choosing instead to pull out a pair of thin gloves. He stretched them tenderly over his mottled skin, wincing a little as the fibres caught and pulled on the rough patches.

“Where did you get those scars on your hands?” John blurted, figuring that if he’d never see this man again after tonight, it didn’t matter if he upset him by sticking his nose in where it wasn’t wanted.

The giant sighed.

“Fought a bear for a bet.”

John’s mouth gaped open and the giant released a chuckle, pleased with himself.

“War. Iraq. Most of the homeless in this city are Vets. An incendiary device got me on patrol. I wasn’t hurt too badly, they look worse than they are. They made me stronger.”

He turned to rummage through a black knapsack and pulled out an opened packet of beef jerky. He stuffed a whole strip into his mouth, before offering it out. John felt his face twist with disgust and his stomach heaved at the prospect of eating meat so soon after hearing how this man burned. He turned away a little at the smell of it.

“Gotta stay strong if you want to survive.”

Hearing the low rumble from his empty stomach, John reached out and took a strip. He chewed on it warily. Salty. Slightly sweet. Hardly gourmet, but desperate times called for desperate measures. When he’d finished one, he found himself reaching for another.

“Why aren’t you there now? In the army? Why are you sat behind a supermarket?” He asked through a mouthful. It still sounded pompous.

The giant didn’t answer, still didn’t look at him, just sat back to rest against the wall behind them, gnawing on more jerky. John imagined a wild face under that hood, rabid eyes that had seen horrors beyond imagining. Sawn down teeth, flesh peeling away.

“You look familiar, kid. But I don’t suppose I’ve seen you at the soup kitchen.” Something sounded odd, intrigued, hopeful maybe, and John wondered how he looked ‘familiar’ if this unusual creature had barely taken a second look at him.

“My father owns a law firm in the city. One day he’s going to be District Attorney. I’ve been in the newspapers with him a few times.” John couldn’t help but boast a little, still a little concerned for the $20,000 watch on his wrist, but quite content that this man wouldn’t be holding him for ransom anytime soon.

A resigned, disappointed sigh.

“Yeah? Maybe I’ve slept on one of those papers then.”

Another uncomfortable silence.

“I know what it is.”

John looked up to where the giant was looking- the faded stars in the night sky, barely visible, but Cassiopeia was twinkling between the rooftops.

“You look how I’d imagine my little brother to look, I think, if he was still alive. He was always skinny, like you. Too skinny. Probably starved somewhere, on the streets, poor as shit like me.”

“He’s… dead?”

“Yeah.”

“How long ago?”

The giant didn’t elaborate.

“I… I don't have any brothers.” John regurgitated the lie that had been beaten into him for so many years. No son of mine has delinquents and degenerates for brothers.

“You got a Mom? A Dad?”

Of sorts.

“Yes.”

“They love you?” John could hear the aching loneliness that lay behind the question.

No. I’m innately unloveable.

“They try.” His voice broke a little. “I don’t exactly make it easy for them.”

The giant rolled his head forward and smiled down at his feet.

“Then you want my advice?”

John nodded, feeling tears building again and his lip quivering, threatening to break open into desperate wailing. Something about this felt so strange, so easy and natural. Unconditional. Why was this man being so nice to him?

A gloved hand rested on his shoulder, far more gentle than John had expected.

“Go home, kid. There’s nothing more important than family.”

If only he had either of those. A heavy sob wracked through his slight body and John found himself weeping loudly into his knees, without fear of being caught, judged, scolded and forced to pray away his resentment of his pitiful life. Tears and snot and misery came streaming down his face, body shaking with the effort of it all.

Warmth enveloped his shoulders, and he realised that the giant had removed his parka and wrapped it around him. Tucking him into it, like a child being settled into bed. And he leaned into the towering figure, sharing the warmth, curling himself into strong arms of inexplicable kindness. A kindness he thought he’d never know again.

“Stay here tonight. I’ll walk you back tomorrow.”

John cried until he fell asleep.

He dreamed of red hair, the heat of farmland alight, and a shadow in the back of a police car.

#far cry 5 #FC5Week #FC5Week2019 #john seed #jacob seed #that picture of seamus?#no idea what it's from #but he's so babyfaced holy shit #teenage john right there #also this is my first proper attempt at writing jacob #dunno if it's worked hahaha #also taking a huge liberty with the theme #not a mention of the project at all hahahaha

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taintjisung · 5 years ago

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[12:01] mini.n.

kinks: corruption, fingering, princess

words: 2539

top: minho

as a young man, of course jeongin is sexually curious, not really ashamed of it as most boys his age are. but something about his orgasms just weren’t cutting it, so he took to the male side of porn to observe what the others were doing.

of course, it didn’t feel strange to him to be watching this, he’d discovered his interest in men years ago. it was the fact that he had reached the age of 18 without understanding the mechanics of gay sex that was almost embarrassing, his mouth falling open as he opened up a video of exactly what he was looking for. previously he’d never considered anal, thinking it would be painful or uncomfortable, but the bottom was seeming to be absolutely loving it. what baffled him most was how the man came so hard and intensely without ever touching himself.

without removing his eyes from the screen, jeongin quickly started to unbutton his jeans, completely undressing in a matter of seconds and leaning forward to check the lock on the door before laying onto his back, knees up. he thought for a moment about what he was doing, then considering himself smart he spit on his finger before trying to ease it into himself.

it wasn’t easy; it felt near impossible to get in, uncomfortable and painful. finding the patience he rarely had, he put up with himself long enough to take to the internet for tips, tricks, and namely instructions to do it properly.

with a sigh, he popped off the bed, wrapping a towel around his waist and heading for the bathroom. he needed proper lubricant; spit wasn’t going to cut it.

after a few minutes of rummaging about, he found the right bottle; he almost questioned why they had some at easy access, but not wanting to think about what his hyungs were really doing with their doors locked he shrugged off the thought, heading back to his room.

“hey, in.”

he stiffened at the familiar call of his name, fumbling to hide the bottle from the elder.

“hey, hyung,” he leant back against the doorframe. “you just got home?”

“yeah,” minho smiled warmly, taking a step forward. “what’s with the towel? you don’t look like you just showered.”

“oh!” jeongin started blushing, though he tried to hide it by smiling widely to distract from the shade. “i forgot to grab my clothes, so i was going to go do that.”

“wait, wait,” minho started laughing at the stupidity of the statement. “you totally undressed in a room you share because you had a towel with you... then didn’t bring your change with you?”

“y-yes...”

“are you blushing?” the elder’s smile only grew as he leant down to inspect his face, trying to make eye contact to tease him. jeongin avoided it, and minho, noticing how flushed his cheeks were, caught on right away.

“hm...” he hummed, backing a few steps up to let jeongin inside his room. “well, i’ll let you get to it. don’t take too long, yeah?”

jeongin was starting to feel a million different kinds of shame and regret, realising he was almost caught had he gotten back a few minutes sooner. he walked up to the bedframe, and with a heavy sigh, he hit his forehead on it, cursing himself. you could not get alone living with eight other boys. he was going to have to take care of it in the shower, which wasn’t going to promise anything, and he couldn’t listen for the door there. he might as well have just jacked off his usual way quickly and gotten it over with.

minho didn’t bother knocking as he walked straight in, closing and locking the door behind him before leaning his back against it.

“hyung—“

“i noticed the lube is missing,” he said abruptly. jesus, this guy was straightforward. “shame, i wanted to use it.”

jeongin’s face lit up firey red, looking down at the bottle in his hand before shakily fumbling to hide it.

“oh, my,” minho tsked. “i thought you had something else... you’re so obvious.”

his eyes moved down to where jeongin’s towel poked out softly, putting a teasing pout on his face. “must be bad if you’re trying that, huh?”

minho never teased the younger; he loved to tease the maknaes, but never did he tease the maknae. he was always afraid he couldn’t handle it, or would take it seriously, he was scared to make that light in his eyes flicker. but the fact that he was clearly teasing him now, almost humiliating him, it really said something to jeongin, who caught on immediately. embarrassed, he looked up slowly, and jumped, not having noticed how close minho was now; he didn’t notice him take those few steps closer, but now he was just barely a foot in front of him.

grabbing that one bit of confidence he had, jeongin said it.

“well, are you going to do something about it or just stand there?”

“well,” minho’s lips curled into a grin, “do you want me to?”

jeongin nodded with a grin, and minho wasted no time to collide their lips, pinning him further against the bedframe. jeongin smiled into the kiss, which gave minho the opportunity to place a little kitten lick to his bottom lip, asking for the permission he gave, opening his lips further as he let his tongue explore the boy’s mouth.

their lips danced in sync, and minho’s hands found their way to the boys hips, cradling the dips in his sides and the way his hands fit perfectly in the beautiful curves of his body. god, he couldn’t wait to take that stupid towel off and show him how it’s done.

as if on cue, jeongin pushed his hips into minho’s and the towel fell, not being secured properly enough. he smirked, not bothering to pick it up.

“come here,” minho whispered lowly into his ear, picking him up with ease and carefully laying him down onto the bed.

“get yourself comfortable and i’ll be right back, okay?”

jeongin bit his lip as he nodded, curling his back and watching minho walk away. he knew what he was doing to the boy, and damnit, he was going to keep doing it.

minho slipped into the hall, pulling out his mobile and swiftly dialling for woojin, knowing he was probably going to be cool.

“hey, is everything okay?” he asked quickly, as the younger almost never called him, always changbin, for some reason. a million things started to cross his mind, but minho interrupted them, calming his nerves.

“yes, don’t worry hyung. i’m gonna need a favour from you.”

“alright, shoot.”

“keep everyone out of the house for a bit longer. i don’t know how much time we’re going to need.”

“um... ‘we’?”

minho bit back a grin, switching the phone to his other hand.

“promise i won’t hurt him,” minho said easily. “you can trust me.”

“wow,” woojin scoffed in response. “you really have no shame.”

“nope!”

“well, if he gets hurt your head comes off. there’s lube in the back of the bathroom cabinet and make sure you be safe.”

“yessir.” minho saluted, though woojin couldn’t see. “i’ll turn my phone off, so don’t be worried if i don’t answer.”

the two bid one another goodbye before hanging up, minho following through then putting his mobile on the kitchen counter before heading back to the bedroom.

god, the sight. jeongin was so impatient, already touching himself slowly with his eyes closed, lips parted as he moaned softly.

“so impatient,” minho tsked, slowly removing his shirt over his head as he walked forward.

“sorry...” jeongin whined, easing his hand away. “i was thinking about you like this. i couldn’t take it anymore.”

the box of condoms minho had grabbed jumped into his other hand as he showed it to jeongin.

“do you want me to use one?”

he shook his head quickly, “not ready,” and minho understood, tossing the box aside for another day. jeongin’s comfort was far more important than the growing bulge in his pants; that could be fixed in other ways.

he smiled at the sight in front of him, and the boy smiled back; he grabbed him gently by the hips, pulling him to the edge of the bed and gently connecting their lips again. jeongin’s arms wrapped themselves around minho’s back, pulling him closer as the latter’s lips slipped from his, starting to trail down his neck, kissing away the sweat that was starting to form, glistening in the overhead light. jeongin was so sensitive, reacting so well to every touch until he was grabbing at the belt loops of minho’s jeans, begging them away.

“off?” minho asked, confused. jeongin’s whine and nod confirmed, his hands starting to pull on the button and zipper, undoing them quickly as minho finished removing them for him.

“that, too,” he pointed, and taken back by the boy’s straightforwardness, the elder gladly obliged, undressing completely for the one who was gaping at his body, unable to remove his eyes.

“oh, my god...” he whispered, ever so quietly, unaware he’d said it aloud.

“you like what you see?” minho smirked, letting his confidence take over as jeongin blushed, giving his shoulder a playful shove before pulling him back. minho couldn’t help but smile as he dipped down, trailing kisses along all the exposed skin he could reach, some places lingering longer and leaving behind little flowery marks.

he pulled away at last and grabbed the bottle of lube off the side of the bed, popping the cap and keeping eye contact with the boy as he dipped two fingers inside, massaging them together slowly. he eased himself forward onto the bed, knelt between the younger’s legs and leaning over his body, right hand beginning to roam his exposed skin as their lips met once again. he was making the boy comfortable as his left hand eased down to his entrance, gently pushing its way in and massaging the skin just at the rim.

jeongin smiled into the kiss before grabbing minho by the sides and pushing him over onto his back, now on top as he sank back onto his hand with a moan.

“shit, someone’s really impatient,” minho grinned as jeongin fucked himself on his hand, using his finger as a dildo, and as the boy pulled up, he added another, adding to the movements. surprised, jeongin gasped, followed by a moan as he fell forward, just barely catching himself by his palm beside minho’s head.

“is that what you want, baby? huh?” minho teased him, holding his hip in place as he fucked him with his two fingers, watching the boy catch a rhythm quickly. then, he found it; as he twisted his hand just right, he, without meaning to, hit the familiar bundle of nerves head on, and this time, jeongin did fall forward, their chests colliding as he let out a loud moan of minho’s name, grabbing onto his shoulders and leaving moon-shaped marks in his skin.

minho eased his movements quickly, watching the boy’s body language as he buried his hot face in the crook of his neck. minho was about to ask if he was alright, if he was okay to keep going, but before he could get halfway through the sentence, jeongin interrupted him, very sternly and commandingly: “do it again.”

“you’re sure?”

“yes,” jeongin hissed, rutting his hips up into the hand beneath him, and as he readjusted himself backward, he landed himself right atop minho’s length, forcing a surprised moan out of the boy’s mouth. with a grin, jeongin moved back again, picking up a new rhythm as he slid back over minho’s dick and onto his hand over and over. jeongin was getting louder as his lover grabbed him by the hips to control his movements, watching with greed and hunger as precum began to drip out of his throbbing head.

jeongin threw his head back, hand clasped around minho’s thigh as he let the overwhelming feeling run through his body, noticeably picking up his speed. minho put forward a third finger, watching with pleasure.

“you like that, huh?” minho grinned. “you like riding my fingers, baby? it feels so good, doesn’t it, princess-“

minho’s eyes went wide as he said the pet name, about to apologise just as jeongin groaned loudly, nails digging into the elder’s thigh and his cum spilling all over his chest.

“shit, someone’s kinky,” minho teased, dragging his hand up his torso, licking the boy’s cum off his fingers as he stared into his tired eyes.

“you’re the one who said it,” jeongin panted, leaning forward onto minho, their chests together and holding him there as he took a moment to breathe, face nuzzled into his neck. never had he ever had such an intense orgasm before and god, he was going to minho from now on.

after he recovered quickly, the filling pleasure easing in his veins, he sat back up, minho picking himself up onto his elbows as he watched in question as to what the boy was doing.

he beckoned for minho to back up, and as he did positioned himself between his legs, and sat back on his knees, taking his hardened length into his hands.

“you don’t have to—“ minho started, interrupted by jeongin’s tongue pulling a shudder out of his chest.

“i’m just returning the favour, princess,” he smirked in response, poking fun at him quickly before going back down again.

just the image of how hard jeongin came in his lap like that already had minho about to finish too, tangling his hands in the younger’s hair as he pushed him down, hoping he wouldn’t choke him like that. but shit, jeongin knew what he was doing, opening up his throat as he sank further down, a generous amount of saliva dripping out of his mouth as he pulled back up. fuck, as he went down again, minho’s tip brushed the back of his throat, and it was too much for him; hot cum spilt down the boy’s throat, and as he pulled away slightly onto his lips, minho watched as he licked it off like melted ice cream. his hands were still rested on his thighs, pushing down as he picked himself up, watching as minho’s body relaxed again.

“you did so well,” jeongin smiled sweetly, hand trailing up minho’s torso as he laid beside him. “such a good boy for me.”

minho just scoffed and rolled his eyes, though there was a slight grin on his face, too. maybe he was going to ask to bottom next time.

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imagineclaireandjamie · 7 years ago

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Disarm: Part 4.

Anonymous said to imagineclaireandjamie: 5 years is a long time. WTH, John. More Disarm, pretty please 🙏🏻

Ask, and you shall receive... Mod MBD <3

Running her mouth softly over the expanse of Jamie’s chest, Claire lapped at the stray droplets of water that remained on his torso.

“How the fuck did you wait ten years, Jamie?” Claire asked softly, her tongue drawing patterns around his nipples as he gasped and tried desperately to hold himself still. “I’ve had you naked...beneath me…” she whispered, the wisps of her breath glancing across his skin as she spoke, “...for only two days now and I can’t get enough of you Jamie Fraser.”

“Damned if I know, Claire.” Jamie returned in a broken whimper, his whole body aching to be inside her again. “But I canna bear to be wi’out you now, not after last night.”

Memories of their illicit encounter in the shower returned to Claire as she slipped her left hand beneath the elastic of Jamie’s boxer shorts and played teasingly with the hair on his groin. “What about the night before that?” She murmured, her hand cupping his balls gently as she rocked her hips idly against his leg.

“Jesus, Claire,” he sighed, turning his body and pinning her beneath him in one swift motion, “I’ve watched ye wi’ another man for a whole decade - every encounter we’ve had over the last forty-eight hours is permanently imprinted on my brain for life, aye? Every moment cemented onto my skin as if ye’ve always been there.”

“Fuck me, Jamie.” She begged, her head falling backwards as she exposed her long throat, her breath coming in short, sharp pants as she tried to writhe closer to him. “Please.”

“No, a ghraidh,” he returned quietly, his hips rolling slowly as she removed his boxers by hooking her toes through the waist and peeling them downwards with all the force that she could muster, “no’ *fucking*, not after all this time.”

“You can do whatever you like,” Claire interjected as frantic bursts of lust shot through her, “just don’t stop now.”

“Hush, mo nighean donn,” he cooed, shimmying his hips solidly against her as he hummed his words against her lips, “I want ye, badly.”

“Good,” she nodded, her hands lacing in his hair now as she waited patiently for him to make his move, “because I want you too. Too bloody much.” She moaned, thrusting her hips against him as if to prove to him - without a shadow of a doubt - that she did. “I can’t breathe, Jamie, please,” she begged one final time, her lungs struggling to concentrate on forcing the oxygen around her body whilst she was so intoxicated by the presence of him.

It was slightly surreal to both of them how quickly they’d fallen into each other's arms. Even with the complete shattering of Claire’s relationship neither of them could quite understand their current predicament. Jamie, of course, had wanted for it for so long. Even his sister, Jenny, knew about his heartbreaking crush. But he’d never thought anything would come of it. Claire, who’d been less aware of the silent connection she and Jamie had shared for the past ten years, was even more perplexed. But her body was doing the talking now and even with the ghost of John still hovering in the background of her shakey new life, she’d -rather adeptly- accepted the demise of her marriage and the speedy resurgence of her almost long forgotten sex life at the hands of her best friend.

“What are we going to do, Claire?” Jamie sighed against her mouth as he kissed her softly, savouring each and every inch of her mouth.

“Well,” Claire replied calmly, “I was rather hoping that you’d *do* me?”

Smiling, Jamie nipped her bottom lip, leaving his teeth marks on her skin for just a moment. “Dinna change the subject, sassenach. Ye ken how I feel for you, but I want to know how ye feel, aye? Do you want me, or--”

“Yes, Jamie,” Claire replied, her legs slackening a little as she brought one hand across the broad plains of his cheek bones to rest neatly under his chin, “I want you. I know it’s sudden, this spark that has ignited between the two of us.” Swallowing the build up of excess moisture that was gathering in her mouth, she leaned upwards, bent her head to the side and kissed him with as much fervour as she could muster. “I don’t truly understand it,” she continued when they stopped to draw breath again, “I can’t pretend that I do, but I can’t fight it either, Jamie.”

“Yer so beautiful, Claire,” he returned, “I’ve fought wi’ myself over this so much that I find myself unable to believe yer here now. I want to pinch myself to make sure it’s real.”

“You don’t need to do that. I’m here. It’s definitely me.”

“Aye, it is.” He whispered lowly. “Ye canna deny though, Claire, how long you buried yer feelings for me. I saw it, after ye lost William. After I-” stumbling, Jamie swallowed his words as the memory of the attack that left him half scarred and bleeding to death on the floor of an abandoned warehouse reared its ugly head again.

“It’s alright, Jamie,” Claire soothed, seeing the abject desolation appear behind Jamie’s eyes, “you don’t have to remind me of it, you don’t have to take yourself there. I know. I do. I-” she sighed, her fingers moving to ghost over the jagged lines that ran up and down the battered muscles of his back, “if there was anything I could do to go back and change that part of your life, I would move heaven and earth to do it, Jamie, love.”

Shifting his hips forward, Jamie thrust himself inside Claire in one easy movement, his chest shaking minutely as he moulded his lips to hers in an attempt to lose himself in her.

The failed attempt on his life had come only a mere month after Claire’s miscarriage. He’d been a high ranking police office, a credit to the Glasgow force, and as such had been included in a number of high profile arrests over the years. His boss, an ambitious man by nature, had capitalised on Jamie’s good fortune and street smarts and had given him access to some pretty monstrous criminals in the hopes that Jamie would catch and bring them to justice. Watching as Claire fell into the darkest of depressions with the loss of her baby and - in part - the abandonment she’d felt at the hands of John, Jamie had thrown himself into work to try and absolve himself of the abject misery he felt at being so helpless. He loved Claire and he was pretty sure she harboured some deep feelings for him. Her miscarriage had only brought them closer together. But the closer they seemed to get, the harder Claire seemed to battle against it. She was, after all, still married to John, whether she wanted to admit it or not. And although John seemed fairly absent, he was still her husband. Torment blinded him to the horrors that he was about to find himself bathed in and it was only when he’d found himself alone and without backup in an old abandoned warehouse on a beaten down estate that his eyes had been opened to all of the facts that he *should* have noticed before.

“I love ye so much, Claire,” he gasped, trying to rid himself of the images, the dark recesses of his mind conjuring visuals that caused his body to convulse in silent agony. Their evening had gone from desperate need, to passion, to anxious grief in a heartbeat.

Sensing Jamie’s need, Claire wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling his arse closer and grinding against him, sealing their bodies together intimately. “You’re safe, Jamie,” she muttered against his mouth as she kissed him, their eyes open and locked as he loved her cautiously, his hips making delicate motions as he held himself above her. “You and I, we’re here together. Nobody can hurt us when we’re one like this...n-nobody.”

Breathing lightly, Jamie pushed his hips flush against Claire’s, his eyes blinking slowly as he retained as much contact with Claire as possible.

The waking nightmare was beginning to subside now, the motions of Claire’s thighs surrounding him giving him the strength to battle his internal demons. He could almost feel the vibrations rushing through her as she coaxed him back into the light. He’d confessed his love for her the moment he’d had the chance but he knew she’d find it much harder to allow herself to finally feel the same for him. But here, now, with him wrapped securely around her, he could almost feel the walls crumbling.

His own personal hell had paved the way for her own recovery. Together, they had purged the putrid tar of their ordeals from one another and promptly eased back into their old lives as if none of it had happened. Now though, in the wake of John’s infidelity and Jamie’s newfound honesty, Claire had found it almost impossible to resist the lure of their past connection.

Bracing himself, Jamie basked in the warmth Claire exuded. Placing his forehead against hers, he pushed himself forward, his chest feeling significantly lighter now as if each steady, controlled movement was bringing her closer to confessing her own - previously hidden - feelings.

He wanted it.

He needed it.

As much as he required oxygen to breathe, he needed to hear Claire say those precious words - ones he’d imagined her saying in his dreams from the day he’d met her. Now that her sense of honour had been severed, Jamie felt certain Claire would eventually admit her own appreciation for him - even if it wasn’t *love* just yet.

“F-fuck,” she cursed loudly, sweat dripping down the tight arch of her back as she bucked against him. “Fuck it, Jamie, I love you too.” She cried out, coming undone as the pulsating rhythm of his hips brought her to orgasm beneath him. Holding his bum securely, Claire flopped helplessly against the mattress, her chest rising and falling erratically as she tried to stay conscious long enough to see, feel and hear Jamie join her in oblivion. She hoped, sleepily, that her words would do the trick, her lust-filled mind far too high on the touch of his body to worry that it was far too soon for that confession.

“Oh God, Claire.” Jamie whispered, tremors running down his legs as his knees shook with the pressure of holding himself upright. “I canna waste anymore time. I love ye so damn much.” He continued, punctuating each word with a deep kiss as he jerked, groaned, stilled and fell wordlessly to the side, gathering her up against his chest as he panted deliriously in the aftermath. “I’m yours, Claire,” he said finally, as the world fell quiet around them, “and I dinna want to exist any longer wi’out ye in my life, ken?”

“You don’t have to, Jamie,” Claire returned, yawning and settling against him as she let her palm run softly over his damp belly, “I’m filling for a divorce. No more lies. No more cover-ups. Not anymore.”

“You’ll tell John?” Jamie asked, trying to keep the faint dash of excitement from his voice as he spoke.

“As much as he let me down, Jamie, yes. I think he deserves to know.”

“Do ye think he’ll believe we didna come together until after ye’d found out about him and -- ye ken?”

Biting her lip in nervous anticipation, Claire placed a soft kiss against Jamie’s neck before she spoke. “Honestly? I don’t care what he thinks. But, yes, I know he will. You know I can’t lie about anything. You all used to tease me about it, remember?”

“Oh aye,” Jamie replied, smiling at the memory of their younger years, “a glass face, we used to say, if I recall correctly. Ye never could hold anything back from us.”

Sighing deeply, Claire pulled the covers further up and over her shoulder until she was neatly cocooned between the thick sheets and Jamie’s warm body. “No and I’m grateful for it.’

“Aye, and why is that?” Jamie replied nuzzling the top of Claire’s head as he closed his eyes, fatigue sweeping over him in the dull heat of his bedroom.

“Because otherwise you might have given up on me as a lost cause years ago and married someone else - someone better.” She said quietly. “But you knew didn’t you? How hard I tried to conceal myself from you, you knew all along?”

“I think I hoped more than kent, Claire,” Jamie conceded. “After a while I just stopped trying to read ye. It hurt too much to see ye wi’ John, despite our friendship but I always thought I saw a twinge of something in yer eye. And after -- weel, ye ken what,” he said sadly, “I kent, no matter what, we’d always have a special connect wi’ one another so it didna matter, truly, that it might no’ be love. It just was and it was enough.”

“But it was love,” Claire murmured, her lips moving slowly now as she began to fall asleep, exhaustion pulling her under as a tiny smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “I just wasn’t brave enough to let myself feel it.”

“Ye were brave, my Claire. So brave, and loyal too. Ye’d made a commitment to John and your vows meant something to you. Until death do ye part. It’s what I loved most about you,” he said, watching as she fell asleep in his arms, “that and yer fierce passion. Wi’out you,” he confessed, his eyes closing now as he joined her in peaceful slumber, “I wouldna even be alive today, sassenach. You saved my life, mo nighean donn, and mended my broken heart.”

#;Mod MBD #disarm #jamie x claire

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hellishmess · 4 years ago

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39: The Terrible Truth

March 6,2019 11:00 pm

[Ana]

I laid in the trunk of the car, recalling overhearing Maeve tell Aspen they’re leaving at 11pm in the little Chevy Impala.

It was a crazy thing to do, but I'm finally going to see what they've been doing.

I laid tucked away as they got into the car and began the drive to wherever they were heading.

The car turns onto gravel before we roll to a stop. Satisfaction makes me grin like a cat, and a smugness made me giddy.

Ooooh, no. They weren’t expecting this.

I listen as they quickly get out of the car, flinching into the floor when I heard a sudden crack of sound.

Undeterred, I pulled the emergency release lever in the back of the trunk, crawling out of the car and across the yard.

My grin fell when I got to the porch. They must have stormed the house. The door was hanging off it's hinges. Splintered strips of wood hung crooked along with the light fixture that hung above the door.

I wondered deeper into the house.

The stereo was untouched. You belong to me by patience and prudence plays on repeat.

However, the rest of the house was total chaos. A total of 6 adversaries stood, all fully busy trying to fight off Aspen, Shay, and Maeve.

3 were already dead on the floor.

Blood sprayed through the air accompanied by a scream that rose every hair on my body. I froze as my eyes found the source of both chilling things.

Shay had a huge butcher's knife in one hand and a dude pinned to the counter with the other. The dude was withering in the vampire's grasp, blood gushing out of the stub that is now his arm.

“Ana?!” Aspen’s suddenly beside me. “What the fuck are you doing here?!”

She’s dotted with blood, but her face was a stricken mask of concern and surprise.

“I hid in the trunk.” The words felt dumb coming out of my mouth.

Maeve and Shay didn’t stop at my entrance like Aspen did. They still fought, killed.

“Let’s go outside,” she says.

But we get cut off. Shays there, fighting with someone while looking unconcerned as ever.

I yelp, skittering into the kitchen.

Aspen follows me, only pausing in front of the fridge, Her head cocked as she considers something. "Do you need some water?"

I don't answer her. I literally cannot believe what I'm seeing.

Aspen shrugs, closing the fridge and moving to lean against the kitchen's sliding door. No one pays attention. No one moves to attack her. I follow, not wanting to get in the way of anyone here.

A sudden pop of sound whips my head around.

Maeve is on the defense, taking on a woman with a cruel looking whip. It cracked again and I heard Maeve swear when it tore flesh.

A few feet away a boy my age is screaming as he runs towards Shay with an ax. He swipes through thin air. The vampire gone in a matter of milliseconds.

My stomach churns as I see the boy's head fly across the room. It hits the wall and lands close to where the severed arm rests.

"Jesus Christ." I try to keep my stomach down as I stand with Aspen.

My body is stiff as a board. My arms wrapped around myself for some kind of comfort. I can’t look away.

My grasp on reality tilts, my mind disassociating from the horrors before me. The song makes it worse. I can almost trick myself into thinking it's all a scene from a movie.

The vampire doesn't stop for a second. No one is able to touch him. He backs up Maeve, throwing a shard of glass at the lady with the whip. It sliced through the side of her throat.

Her eyes flash as blood starts to pour. The whip drops to the floor when her hands go to the wound. They press against the sliced flesh in vain, desperately trying to stop the bleeding.

I look away when Shay grabs her. His bared fangs were enough of a warning for what's to come.

Movement erupts to my right causing me to flinch back closer to Aspen. My eyes close for a heartbeat as fear consumes me. Another pathetic yelp tears away from my throat.

Aspen, however, was fearless. She materializes a knife, meeting our attacker head on.

Their fight is drawn away from me. I press against the glass door, helpless to watch my girlfriend fight a man 3x her size.

I flinch at the screech of metal against metal. Aspen takes a hard blow to the side of her jaw. Her retaliation was swift and bloodily. The man stumbled back, pausing to watch blood start to wet his clothes.

He thunders towards Aspen again, but she might as well have been death itself. Her movements were so sudden when she strikes.

My eyes barely follow as she slits the man's throat while dodging his tackle. The man halts, confusion and shock opening his eyes.

Bile rises in my throat as his life force splatters onto my shoes.

Aspen is back in my vision again, rising behind the dazed man. My eyes find hers and I shiver at what I see.

A darkness that's clear as day and cold as ice peers back at me.

She stabs the man through his temple. The man's final sound was like a gunshot through me. The hard thud of his body the echo. More blood splattered my legs and shoes.

Aspen bends down and retrieves her blade, wiping it clean on the cheap table cloth.

The nonchalance in her movements furthers my spiral out of reality.

Killers. All of them.

My head shook and my vision tunneled. I stare at the wall, forcing myself to keep breathing.

Aspen resumes standing beside me, leaning against the door.

Her skin's stained with blood this time though. I don't know where the knife is hid.

Her eyes flash in the back of my mind. They were something I haven't seen before. This Aspen was darker than anything I ever knew.

Silence.

I looked over into the living room. Aspen was standing before the stereo, cutting off that creepy ass song.

I blink, not recalling her moving from my side.

They all stood there, taking in their destruction. Slowly their gazes made it over to me.

I froze, unsure of what to say. Death hung around us. Blood, limbs, and bodies, all testaments of the viciousness of just two girls and a vampire.

The bile is back and this time I don't fight it. Stumbling over the body of Aspen's kill, I puke over the corner of the kitchen's island.

I realize why they didn't want me knowing now. This was something they understood mutually. The violence and the murder. They weren't strangers to it, but I was.

The sound of footsteps echo in the silence, disrupting my thoughts. A man stands, a gun in his hands and pointed level with my chest.

I freeze, fear jumping into my throat once again.

Aspen is the one to react. With a flick of her wrist, the man is bent sideways with pain. I see a flash of the anguish that crosses his face, hear his piercing scream before he hits the ground dead. The gun forgotten beside him.

I stare down at the body. He dropped dead in a moment just because Aspen flicked her fingers?

I stood surrounded by kills made by the people I called friends. It seemed so easy for them too. Effortless.

This was what Aspen was trying to protect me from. This was what Aspen was trying to hide.

Conflicting emotions make me gag again.

Killers. They just slaughtered everyone here.

I should have listened to them. I shouldn't have snuck out. They were right. I didn't want to see this side of them.

Aspen warned me. She told me, but I wouldn't listen.

“I can't rest knowing I don't know a side of you.”My words haunt me.

Who would want to see this side of them? Who would want to know the merciless destruction they could lay onto a person?

I was stupid.

I met Aspen's eyes. Her whole face was guarded as if she knew what I must be thinking right now.

I pick my way through the house and leave through the busted door. No one follows.

I'm disappointed and glad all at the same time. The fresh night air was exactly what I needed. It eased something in me that was threatening to break. I perched on the hood of the car, tilting my head back to lose myself in the night sky.

Shay was the first one to come out, Maeve a few steps behind him. Both joined me in silence.

Maeve opened the passenger side door but didn't get in. Neither spoke a word.

"Are we not leaving?" My voice sounds far away in my head.

"We've got to clean up." Maeve answers.

I don't get to ask what she means. Aspen stands on the porch. I watch as her hands raise. A flicker of light can be scene through the window.

Fire.

Aspen keeps her position at the front door, her hands raising steady higher. The flames consume everything inside, climbing higher and burning hotter every second Aspen pours her magic into it.

This is what they meant by clean up.

They're covering their tracks from the human police.

The stench of burning flesh reaches us. I resist the urge to hack, covering my nose and mouth with both my shirt and my hand.

Once the fire reaches the roof, Aspen makes a gesture and steps away, jumping down the steps and pacing towards us.

"If that doesn't burn the bodies then even hell itself can't." She opens the door to the backseat, "Let's go."

We all obey, eager to get away.

Shay spins us out of the yard and down the pig trail they call a drive.

It's quiet between us all. I'm pressed against the door, unable to shake the uncomfortable feeling in my gut.

I keep stealing glances at all of them.

Shay butchering that man flashes before turning into Aspen. The darkness reflected in Aspen's gaze matched Shays own twisted glee.

Maeve was still nursing the few wounds she got.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

"Yeah. Nothing too bad." She grits out, pressing McDonald's napkins to her arm.

"I could heal it for you," Shay offered.

"You know I'll pass."

He shrugs at the wheel.

Shay hits a rough pothole, jolting Maeve entirely. "You know Aspen. You really could have helped us out more," Maeve snaps.

Aspen's chuckle only lightly sounded humorous. "I figured I'd let you and your boyfriend bond."

"Whatever." She hisses, but I get the hunch that she's holding back a few things.

The ride back was silent. Shay sped down the highway. It was 3:40 am. Despite everything, the rocking of the car threatened to lull me to sleep.

I couldn't fight it. Hell I didn't even want to. Leaning against the window, I let my eyes close.

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Chapter 12

“Any last words?”

Trini stares up at Tommy’s icy, emerald eyes as she feels his hands wrap even tighter around her throat.

“Yeah.” Trini makes a quick shift of her hips, freeing up one of her legs and then swiftly brings her knee upwards with as much force as she can humanly muster, delivering a semi-deadly blow to Tommy’s groin. “Fuck off.”

Tommy instantly releases his grip on Trini’s neck and rolls over onto his side, curling himself up into a ball as the painful aftershock of the blow washes over him.

Trini seizes the opportunity to scramble back up onto her feet and immediately places a bit of room between herself and Tommy.

“You bitch.” Tommy spats out in venomous angry growl as he slowly rises up, still not 100% recovered from the blow. “You’ll pay for that.”

“I’d like to see ya try, Asswipe,” Trini fires back, flashing one of her signature cocky smirks.

Trini knows she’s playing with fire, but it’s the only way... The only way she knows how to do what she needs to do.

She has to get closer to Tommy without getting herself pinned down in the process. A seemingly impossible task when she lacks not only the ability to tap into her body armor but also has barely any super human strength left.

But it’s the only way she’ll have even the remotest of chance of surviving the blast.

“You know, I’m really going enjoy killing you.”

“And I’m really gonna enjoy kickin’ your ass. Now we gonna fight, or are we just gonna stand here and insult each other? Cause for some big, evil mastermind, you really--”

Bingo.

“Aaaaah!” Tommy screams out as he charges towards Trini at full force.

Trini juts her hand deep into the collar of her shirt and fishes out a small electronic device from a chain around her neck. She flips open the safety latch and activates it. The device instantly comes to life, emitting a glowing blue aura on the surrounding areas of her shirt.

Trini hovers her finger over the trigger button as she watches Tommy race forward.

5...4...3...2...

BAM.

Tommy plows into Trini a mere millisecond too soon, send both her and the device flying.

Trini hits the ground with a mind-numbing THUD as her head ricochets against a small pile of rocks. A steady stream of blood starts to flow freely from the point of impact on the scalp, making it’s way down the side of her face.

Shit...Shit...Shit...

The device. Where’ the freakin’ device?

Gotta find the device before it’s too--

CRACK.

A sickening, white hot pain suddenly shoots down the length of Trini’s right arm as she feels her humerus bone snap in two under the weight of Tommy’s foot.

“Going somewhere?” Tommy asks with an underlying evilish glee to his voice. He presses down his foot even harder on Trini’s arm, grinding in it in the process.

“You wish,” Trini manages to spit out through gritted teeth as she fights back the tears with every last ounce of strength that she have left within her.

Trini refuses to cry. Even if Tommy grounds her broken bones down into nothing but splintery shards, she won’t cry.

She won’t give him that satisfaction. No. Scratch that. She flat out refuses.

Even if this is truly it. Trini will go down in the same way that she’s spent the majority of her life… fighting.

Trini glances up at Tommy’s towering body looming above her and suddenly she notices--

THE POWER COINS.

Or at least the outline what appears to be the coins. Haphazardly tucked away in Tommy’s inner coat pocket.

Trini looks closer and swears she can see the faint glow of yellow pulsate through the thin lining of the coat pocket. And that’s all the motivation she needs.

With one swift motion, Trini wrenches her free arm upwards, dislocating her other-- already broken-- arm in the process, grabs hold of the edge of Tommy’s inner coat pocket, and rips it open.

Thrown off by the sudden move, Tommy stumbles backwards, releasing his foot from Trini’s arm.

All of the power coins -- including the green one -- spill out from the confines of his coat, randomly scatting amongst the rubble on the floor below.

“What the--”

But before Tommy even has time to finish his sentence, let alone act, Trini scrambles over to the yellow power coin, grabbing it for dear life.

And suddenly--

Strength.

Trini can feel the raw, unfiltered energy flow through her veins and god, does it feel amazing.

The energy works it’s way towards her injured arm and like a bolt of lightning, jump starts the healing process.

This might not be the end after all.

Trini slowly rises to her feet, locks eyes with Tommy, and without even a hint of a flinch, grabs hold of her injured arm and pops it back into place. “You were sayin’?”

“Little Yellow found her coin again. So now what? You’re going to go run off to your Rangers and your precious Zordon?” Tommy re-gains his footing but there’s a new unsteadiness to his voice. A slight twinge of unsureness that wasn’t there before.

A small smirk spreads across Trini’s lips as the realization sinks in--

She has the upper hand.

Yes, Trini still doesn’t have a clear way out. Or the--

A flicker of faint blue light catches the corner of Trini’s eye. The same exact light that had sprung to life when she had activated the device.

Trini whips her head in the direction of the light and instantly spots the device. It’s half buried under a pile of rubble, but it’s still pulsating.

Sweet fuckin’ jesus… yes!

Trini’s eyes dart back to Tommy and is hit with the sudden, gut-churning realization that--

He’s seen the device as well.

Without another moment's hesitation, Trini throws herself in the general direction of the device, falling into a full body slide.

Tommy follows suit, throwing himself at the device as well, only a mere fingertips behind Trini.

Shit… Shit… Shit…

Trini pushes her hand to stretch out as far as humanly possible, as a steady stream of rocks and debris cut into every ounce of her flesh.

C’mon… C’mon… C’mon…

Just a few more inches…

Trini’s fingers connect with the edge of the device and instantaneously wrap themselves around it with a death-like grip. Her thumb moves into position, right over the trigger and then with a hard, swallow of determination--

She pushed the button.

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Darkness.

Complete and utter darkness.

But this darkness isn’t death. Not like Trini would know what that’s like… Billy maybe? But no, not her.

No, this darkness is more like a really dark pair of sunglasses. Or like their--

Trini’s hands grope upwards towards her face, only to serendipitously discover that it’s covered by the visor of her suit.

Holy shit… She’s in her suit.

She’s alive and in her suit. It’s nothing short of a fuckin’ mircale.

Alive…

Trini lets out a long sigh of relief as her armor slowly dissipated back into her skin. She pushes herself up off of the ground, getting her first good look at her surroundings.

Random clouds of debris laden smoke. Check. Even more mountainous piles of rubble. Check. Blackened char marks outlining the radius of the blast. Check.

But one thing’s clearly missing…

There’s no body.

“What the fuck?” Trini whispers to herself as she does a quick 360. There’s no traces or signs whatsoever of where Tommy could’ve gone to.

No footprints. No trails of blood. Nothing.

Trini cautiously takes a step forward, with the intend to investigate further, but then comes to a sudden halt.

There in the dead center of the blast radius sits--

THE GREEN POWER COIN.

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“Master Trini! Master Trini! You’re alive!” Alpha 5 chirps with unabashed excitement as he races across the morphing grid to greet Trini.

Trini slowly makes her way into room, dripping wet from the swim and now sporting a makeshift sling around her injured arm. Even with her powers fully restored, she’s still looks pretty rough around the edges with a wide array of cuts and bruises peppering her body.

Billy, Jason, and Zack immediately all look up towards the entrance way and matching expressions of relief mixed with utter joy spread across their faces. Each one appears to have aged a decade-- if not more -- over the last 48hrs.

“What? Thought you wouldn’t see me again?” Trini produces a cocky smirk in an attempt to lighten up the situation.

The three boys rush towards Trini at full force, unable to contain themselves.

“Crazy Girl!” Zack scoops Trini up into his arms, slightly oblivious to her injured, and gives her a bone-crushing squeeze.

“Jesus. Good to see you too, dude. But easy,” Trini replies through semi-gritted teeth as she winces in pain. “Still not 100%.”

Zack immediately eases up his death grip on Trini. “Sorry. It’s just…”

“I know.” Trini gives Zack an all knowing look and a warm smile.

“God, it’s so good to see you,” Jason says while taking his turn to hug Trini.

“You too, man.”

“How’d you do it?” Billy eagerly asks unable to hold back his curiosity any longer.

“Well for starters, this helped.” Trini digs into her pocket and pulls out her yellow power coin. “I was able to steal it back from Tommy before setting off the device. My armor saved my ass from the blast.”

“How about the rest of--” Billy starts to ask but before he can even finish his sentence, Trini produces the rest of the power coins.

“Come to Papa,” Zack jokingly exclaims as Trini tosses each one of them their coins.

“And there’s this,” Trini carefully pulls out the green power coin and holds it up for the others to see.

“Dude... There’s another one?”

“Yeah. Tommy had it. But guessing it had something to do with Rita.”

Jason steps forward to take a closer look at the coin as he furrows his brows deep in thought. “We should run some tests on it. Make sure it’s at least safe for us to handle. Billy, can you--”

“On it. I can run a basic diagnostic scan, but the rest will have to wait until after I get Zordon back online.” Billy eagerly snatches up the green coin from Trini’s hand and without another word, heads over to one of the control panels with Alpha 5 hot on his heels.

Jason takes a moment simply just to watch Billy with pure adoration and then turns his attention back to Trini. “So what happened to Tommy?”

“Gone.”

“Whoa. Gone like as in nothin’ but Tommy bits all over gone?”

“No, idiot.” Trini gives Zack a swift playful slap in the shoulder with her good hand. “I mean gone as in nothing. No traces or anything.”

“You think he survived?” Jason quietly pipes up looking slightly lost within his own thoughts.

“Dunno.” Trini gives a light shrug of her shoulders, not really knowing how to explain it. “I set off the device and when I came to, there was no sign of him. Just the coin.”

Jason gives a nod in response, letting this information fully sink in. He takes a sobering breath and then, “Well, let’s talk to Zordon when Billy gets him back on up and go from there. Think it’s safe to say, though, that even if he did survive, he won’t be doing much of anything any time soon. Especially without that coin.”

“Sure,” Trini replies letting a slight awkwardness fall between them. She absentmindedly pulls out the last power coin from her pocket with her good hand and starts to trace it’s neon pink center with her fingers.

The pink power coin... Kimberly’s pink power coin.

Trini’s dying-- No. Scratch that. Is there a word that stronger than dying? If there is, than that’s what she is at the moment.

Every inch of her entire being is craving just to even know if Kimberly is okay, let alone to be in her presence once again.

After all that has transpired in the last 48 hours, Trini wants nothing than to just curl up, deep into her girlfriend’s arms and forget about life for a while.

But is she still even her girlfriend anymore?

Hell, is she even okay?

No, the boys would have told her by now if it wasn’t the case. If Kimberly hadn’t have made it--

“She’s okay,” Jason softly says, snapping Trini out of her train of thought.

“Huh?”

Jason gives a slight head nod towards the power coin in Trini’s hand. “Kimberly. She’s okay. Well, as okay as she can be. Tommy did a real number on her. We had to sedate her shortly after Zack brought her back. She was hell bent on going after you. Took both me and Zack to hold her down.”

“Can I see her?” Trini asks with a hint of a tremble to her voice.

“Thought you’d never ask,” Jason responds with his signature fatherly smile. He wraps his arm around Trini’s shoulder and then gently steers her in the direction of the med bay.

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Trini lingers in the doorway of the med bay, unable to will herself to enter. Her eyes are locked in on one thing and one thing only…

Kimberly.

Kimberly peacefully sleeps in one of the bed, covered head to toe with a fresh set of bandages.

“The drugs should’ve worn off by now,” Jason states as he joins Trini in the doorway. “She took another bad blow to her head, but according to Alpha 5, there’s no permanent damage.”

“Right,” Trini mumbles, shifting a bit from foot to foot.

God, how Trini just wants to race over towards the bed, wrap her arms around Kim, and never let her go… but there’s an overwhelming and powerful fear, growing deep down inside of her, that’s currently overriding her ability to move.

All she can do is stare…

Suddenly, Trini feels the warmth of Jason’s hand against her shoulder, as it give her a light but reassuring squeeze.

“Go get your girl.”

Trini manages to give Jason a small nod in return and then, with a all the courage she can muster, makes her way across the room towards Kimberly. She sidles herself up to the bed, being extra precautious not to bump or jostle anything.

“Hey Beautiful.” Trini reaches out and gently strokes Kimberly’s hair, carding her fingers through her wavy raven locks.

Kimberly’s eyes flutter open at the sound of Trini’s voice. A hazy smile stretches across her pale pink lips as her tootsie roll eyes focus in on the sight before her. “Trini?”

“That’s my name,” Trini responds with a slight hint of loving sarcasm to her voice. She matches Kimberly’s smile, trying her best to hold back the flood of tears brimming in her eyes.

“Oh my god! Trini! You’re… You’re…,” Kimberly can’t seem to spit her words out fast enough. She springs upwards, completely ignoring her wide array of injuries, and throws her arms around Trini, engulfing her in an all-encompassing hug.

“I’m here,” Trini whispers back into the crook of Kimberly’s neck. She deeply inhales, letting Kimberly distinct scent of lavender mixed with a hint of vanilla invade every inch her body with a calm, soothing presence.

“I thought… I thought…” Kimberly chokes out in between sobs as tears fall freely down her cheeks.

“Shhh. I know. But I’m okay. Promise. Everything’s gonna be okay.”

And with that, Trini can no longer hold back her tears. They rain down her cheeks as well, as wave after wave of emotions crash down upon her her.

After a moment or two, Trini lifts her head up out of the safe confines of Kimberly’s neck and swallows back the ever growing lump in her throat. “I’m so sorry.”

A somewhat stunned expression sweeps across Kimberly’s face as her registers Trini’s words. She holds Trini out at arm’s length, taking a good long look at her. “Trini?”

But Trini can’t bring herself to look Kimberly in the eyes. Instead she focuses in on her beat up converse, as the tear keep on coming. There’s simply no way to stop them now that they’ve started.

“Trini, look at me,” Kimberly states as she reaches out and gently cups Trini’s chin with hand, gliding it upwards until they are once again eye to eye.

Oh god, those eyes.

How those rich, chocolate brown eyes can say and do so much with just one singular glance.

Trini could get lost in those eyes forever…

“I love you.” Kimberly smiles through her tears. “And nothing is going to change that. Okay?”

“Okay.” Trini responds with a similar look of pure, undiluted adoration.

“Good. Now get your ass in here.” Kimberly scoots over on the bed, making room for Trini and holds up the blanket. “Cause I want to cuddle with my girlfriend.”

Trini carefully crawls up into the bed, falling comfortably into Kimberly’s body. She lets her head collapse down onto the pillow as she feels Kimberly’s arms wrap around her waist.

“I love you too, Beautiful.”

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“Trini…” Kimberly playfully whines as she moves slightly out of reach of Trini’s lips. “We’re supposed to be studying.”

“I am,” Trini mumbles as she hones back on in on Kimberly’s pulse point, peppering it with an array of kisses. “I’m... studying... the... human... anatomy….”

“God, you’re such a cheeseball.”

“Me? Please. I’m nuthin’ in comparison to you, Princess.” Trini flashes Kimberly a devilish smirk and then with a sudden burst of playful energy, grabs hold of Kimberly’s waist and flips them over on the bed, straddling Kimberly in the process.

“Oh really?” Kimberly looks up at Trini, matching her smirk.

“Really,” Trini replies. She sits back on her legs, allowing herself a moment or two to fully take in the view before her and as she does, a singular thought flashes into her mind...

God, how she worships the goddess of a woman before her.

Sure, Trini has known -- almost from their first encounter in the quarry -- that she loves Kimberly. That’s always been a given.

But through the course of events over the last few days, that sense of love has turned into something much more deeper. Something seemingly unbreakable.

After a few hours of much needed rest and healing, they had gone back to Trini’s house in an attempt to smooth things over with Trini’s mom. And when things went south once again, it had been Kimberly, who swooped in, and pulled Trini out of there.

And it had been Kimberly, who requested. No. Scratch that. Demanded that her parents take Trini in. And of course, they did with open arms… and maybe a few minor ground rules as well.

Yes, Trini knows that there’s still a lot to figure out, but for the first time in a long while, she feels completely and utterly safe.

“Whatcha thinking?” Kimberly asks as Trini snaps out of her thoughts.

“Nuthin’,” Trini playfully replies as she grabs a hair tie from her around her wrist and pulls her hair up into a messy bun, exposing her severely overgrown undercut.

Kimberly takes one good look at Trini’s hair and without another moment’s hesitation, sits up and scoots herself out from underneath Trini.

“Where are you going?”

But Kimberly doesn’t respond. She simply disappears out of her bedroom and then returns a moment later, clippers in hand. She grabs her desk chair and flips it around. “Take a seat.”

“I don’t remember agreeing to this.”

“That’s cause I didn’t ask.” Kimberly playfully pats the desk chair. “Take a seat.”

Trini gets up and plops herself down in the chair with a bit of exaggerated sigh. “Fine.”

“Good,” Kimberly hums in response as she pulls out Trini’s hair tie and begins to card her fingers through her ombre locks.

“Kim?”

“Yeah?”

“I think…” Trini trails off for a brief moment, in attempt to find her words. “I think I’m ready for you to cut it shorter.”

Kimberly instantly stops moving her finger through Trini’s hair. “Really?”

“Yeah. Really.”

“What about your mom?”

“I really don’t care anymore what she thinks. Or anyone else.” Trini slightlys stops herself on those words, realizing that they might be taken the wrong way. “Not anyone as in you. I just meant--”

But before Trini can finish her sentence, Kimberly lips are upon hers, passionately kissing her with an overwhelming abundance of love.

After a few moments, Trini pulls out of the kiss as a cocky smile crawls across her face. “Just don’t fuck it up, Princess.”

“Never.”

With that, Trini shuts her eyes as she feels Kimberly start back to work, ever so gently running her fingers through her hair.

And in the moment, one thing and one thing only is absolutely certain for Trini… There isn’t anything in the world that she wouldn’t do for Kimberly Hart.

Anything.

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The End of Missing by eadunne2✮ Word Count:34,396. Complete. Explicit.Sebastian remembers this from before, Chris’s physicality, remembers shoving and tripping one another, and hugs that lingered. It had been silly, friendly, until some vague, unspoken moment towards the end of filming when their relationship had changed again - Chris circling Sebastian’s wrist with his hand, or a palm to his lower back, only on rough days, only when Chris noticed him tensing up against unpleasantness in his own mind. At first Seb wanted to apologize, brokenness is a tiresome trait, but the actions seem to calm Chris too, ease his busy brain. When they lost touch Seb pretended not to miss it; he wouldn’t have had a chance to anyway, right? - with two dozen excellent fuck buddies all over the globe. Weird how they all had blue eyes though.

#for the record we didn't include any fics marked as 'complete' but belonging to a still ongoing fic series #evanstan #s: evanstan #Char: Chris Evans #char: sebastian stan #longfic #dpc mod

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jessikahathaway · 8 years ago

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Did somebody ask for a really long story oriented smut?

No?

Well, shit.

Here you go anyways.

DON’T OWN THE PICTURE

It was the worst day of your life.

Everything hurt and you weren't sure what was up and what was down.

You were desperately hungry and thirsty.

Trying to get your bearings was incredibly hard and nothing seemed to be going the way you had wanted. Your tail hurt and it felt like you were being ripped in half. You looked down and there they were.

Two, limb, things...

A yelp escaped your lips and you looked around to try to gauge where you were.

There was sand, and the water was right there. Maybe you could get to it if you tried?

You had run into some dangerous waters and gotten thrown against the shore it appeared.

Legs!

That's what the things that replaced your fin were! It wasn't a lie! You really could become human!

A sharp pain ebbed in your side... You looked down and there was a decent gash in your side that was bleeding. How could you go and get help like this? Would this be where it all ended for you?

That was impossible.

Your brain was scrambled and nothing was making any sense, no matter how hard you tried to keep yourself together.

All of your thoughts were melding together and your vision was becoming blurred.

"Hyung! There's a girl down there!"

A voice echoed through your cloudy thoughts.

You looked up and saw a man with light blonde hair looking down at you with beautiful eyes.

"Hyungs! Hyungs!" he shouted, running away from the cliffs.

You waited for him to return, to see those beautiful eyes again, and you waited. But it felt like forever.

No one came...

Just as you felt yourself slipping into unconsciousness, there was the sound of feet and yelling.

"My God how did she get down there?"

"Is she alright?"

"There's blood!"

"Omo! What do we do?"

"She's naked."

"I've got the rope, Jimin, you're going down, wrap her up in this," a man held out something to the younger one, who you were guessing was Jimin.

Was he going to descend the cliff to come and get you?

It appeared as though he was planning on doing just that as they all got around him and started helping tying the rope.

You were getting light headed and everything was starting to blur. But you watched as they all started to help Jimin be lowered towards the bottom of the cliffs.

He finally made it to the ground safely and he made a bolt directly towards you. As he made it closer, he saw that your side was really badly injured.

"Jesus... Something really nasty must've happened to you, let's get you covered up and we'll get you some help. Don't worry about a thing, we'll take care of you," he said, smiling at you with such kind and beautiful eyes that it would be impossible to refuse him.

The feeling of fabric wrapping around your skin was foreign and strange, causing you to jump slightly at the sensation.

"Sorry, does it hurt?" he asked, looking at you with concern. You simply stared back, unable to get over the look in his eyes.

Was this love? Is this what your father had warned you about?

The fluttering in your chest didn't calm when Jimin eased you into his arms. After a lot of coaxing and shushing he finally had a hold of you well enough to pick you up. You watched as he walked back toward the cliff, further and further away from the water.

You gripped onto his shirt with a panicked look on your face.

"It's alright, we'll keep you safe. Don't worry about anything," he said with such a sweet tone it was like a drug. You could feel yourself relaxing, even without you wanting to.

The ocean was getting far away now, and you could feel an ache in your heart as the familiar place was being ripped from you. However, getting in the water now would be a death sentence.

The sharks would smell the blood on you instantly, and then it would just be a waiting game until they found you. Your best option was to go with this man for right now and wait until you were healed before escaping back to the ocean.

Jimin made it to the rope and tied it around himself then wrapped his arms around you tightly. You watched as the men above you started pulling with such a force that even you were impressed. And you had watched whales fight before.

The cliffs loomed over you with such an authority that all you could do was look at the ocean with a broken heart.

Although, being held by this attractive man wasn't such a bad deal... You studied his face as he walked up the cliff face with the help of his friends. You could feel the muscles underneath his fabric at work. You'd never really seen a human before. You knew that they could be dangerous, but they weren't all bad.

A friend of yours had gotten freed from a fishing net from one a few years back and she has always been grateful towards humans since then.

Finally, you made it to the top and you were handed off to a younger looking male. Being separated from Jimin made you panic, so you yelped and reached out for Jimin with a frightened expression.

He came over and shushed you, taking you back in his arms shortly there after.

"It's alright, calm down. Jungkook wouldn't hurt you," he said, directing your gaze to the younger male with a shy smile on his face. The look in his eye was of sheer innocence and you knew immediately that you could trust this man with anything. He wouldn't hurt you.

The anxiety in your stomach settled before Jimin set you down on the ground.

"Jin-Hyung, she's got a cut on her side that looks rather bad, should we take her to your clinic?" he asked, looking up to a man with plump lips and kind and playful eyes.

"Yes, we'll do some cleaning up in the back of the van, but she seems to be a little skittish, so Jimin just come with me. Everyone else, get into the car and keep your dirty eyes off of her."

The men all seemed to listen to this 'Jin-Hyung' and started moving towards the direction of some large, shiny thing on the cliff.

Was that the 'van' that Jin had been talking about?

Jimin lifted you into his arms yet again and you took comfort in his now familiar embrace. He carried you closer and closer to the van. You gripped onto his shoulder out of fear, but he patted your leg comfortingly, letting you know that everything was going to be alright.

Jin had everything set up by the time you were back there and even had some fabric for you.

"Here's some clothing that you can change into once I've got you bandaged up. What's your name, love?" he asked, getting out a lot of white looking materials.

Clothing?

What is clothing?

You felt the fabric and smiled at the soft feeling it had. You'd seen fabrics and textiles before in the sunken ships around your home, but they'd never felt like this. Is this clothing? If this is what all clothing was like, you had a feeling you were going to enjoy it very much.

"Hello?"

Jin's voice came through to your senses and you looked up in acknowledgement.

"Alright, so you can hear... That's good at least. Can you speak? Do you know where you are?" he questioned.

You didn't particularly want to answer him... You wanted to be back in Jimin's arms again. That's where you really liked to be. You wrapped your arms around Jimin and tugged him closer. Jimin chuckled lightly and gently pushed you away from him.

"You need to get your side looked at first, then I'll hold you the whole ride home. Does that sound fair?"

A smile graced your features and you nodded quickly.

"So you can understand us?" Jin asked, looking at you for confirmation. You nodded your head. "Is it alright if I take a look at your side? I'm worried about it getting infected," he mentioned, showing genuine concern.

Another nod.

Jin took that as your consent and peeled the canvas material away from your wounded side. He was very careful and seemed to be knowledgeable in what he was doing. His hands never wandered and neither did his eyes. Jimin had turned his back to make sure that you were being respected.

These men were very kind people it appeared.

Humans, as far as you were concerned, were great!

Jin dabbed at your skin with some cold liquid that stung and you yelped. He apologized and continued to clean your wound with a different cold liquid. This one bubbled and fizzed and it made you smile as you watched.

Finally, he was done and he wrapped a white looking material all around your middle section. He pinned it and clapped his hands.

"There you are, now lets get you dressed," he said, pulling the 'clothing' over your head.

It was warm and comfortable against your skin. Jin dressed you and then Jimin turned around once more.

"Alright, come here," he said, picking you up and climbing into the back with you. He sat you in his lap and held you there while Jin loaded all of his things back into some sort of clear container.

When all was said and done you were sat alone in the back with Jimin and six other people were in front of you.

You were happy to be back in Jimin's arms and snuggled against him.

"You're very affectionate... Do you have a name? I know that Jin-Hyung asked you, but, maybe you'll tell me, huh?"

You opened your mouth to speak, like he was doing, but all you could do was squeak. Jimin gave a small giggle at that and patted your head.

"That's alright. We'll try again some other time, but we do need to look for your family. They must be worried sick about you," he said, giving you a sad smile.

You rolled your eyes just thinking about your family. They probably didn't care one way or another if you were there, dead, or simply just gone.

You had five other sisters and three brothers, no one was going to miss you very much. Plus, that was in the ocean, and this was land. There was no way anyone would try to claim you here.

Eventually, the movement of this van made you tired, and you were lulled to sleep by the motions...

-_-_-_-_-_-

You woke up to Jimin gently touching your shoulder.

"We're at the police station, we need to make a report on a found person, alright?" you shook your head and grabbed on to the van tightly. "Now don't be like that, be a good girl for me and come here," he said, opening his arms.

Your weakness had turned out to be those arms. They were so warm and comforting and you could be in them all day if he would let you.

You were certain this was love.

Mermaids fell in love rather quickly, and it was permanent. Once you'd chosen the one you want to be with, that's who it was going to be... And you'll die if they don't love you back.

Although, you thought there was no harm in going in. They'd never find your family anyways.

You complied and got into his arms without incident.

"Do you think you can walk?" he asked as you got closer to the door.

Walk?

What does that mean?

You wanted to impress him, so you nodded.

Jimin smiled and set your feet down on the ground. The feeling of this stone on your bare skin was slightly painful, but you were determined not to complain.

You were wobbly, so Jimin kept a hand around your waist as you tried to walk forwards. You had watched Jimin move his legs, so you certainly could as well...

Possibly.

As you placed one foot in front of the other, you could feel your new knees buckling underneath you.

Jimin was quick, though, and grabbed onto you before an incident could occur. He wrapped you up in his arms and sighed, lifting you up off the ground.

"Well, we'll work on the whole, walking thing, yeah?" he said with such an adorable smile it made your heart melt.

One of the other men held the door open so Jimin could walk through with you in his arms. There was an older looking police officer there who had cold eyes and a firm face. You knew that he wasn't a kind person, right away. There was no sincerity in his eyes.

He frightened you.

Jimin seemed to sense your hesitancy and rubbed your leg gently before setting you down in the chair.

"What seems to be the issue here gentleman?" The police officer asked.

"We found her off the cliffs at the north side of town, she has an injury on her side. We wanted to file a found persons report," Jin said, coming forward.

"Alright, what's her name?" he asked, getting out a colorful blue square and a long red stick of some sorts. You reached out and took the stick from him, looking at it with curiosity.

"Oh! J-Jagi, don't do that," Jimin scolded, taking the item away from you and handing it back to the police officer. "Sorry sir, she's a little scattered," he apologized, bowing his head. Since you did the wrong doing, you bowed your head as well.

The officer seemed to let it go and was ready to write down your name.

"Ah.. You see, she can't speak, so we don't have her name," Jin said, giving the police man a sheepish look.

"Okay kid, I can't file a found persons report if I don't have a name," the officer said with annoyance evident in his tone.

You tugged on one of the men's sleeves and pointed towards the stick object that the other gentleman was writing with. It looked like a type of writing tool from where you're from. If it was the same, then the blue thing was some sort of parchment.

The man seemed to understand what you wanted and piped up.

"Sir, she wants to write down her name for you," he said, pointing towards the objects he was holding.

The officer handed them over and you took them in your hands. You wrote down your name and gave it back to the officer.

"Ah, ____, alright, I'll put that in, how old are you?"

You gave him eighteen.

"Then I'll just need a picture of you incase someone comes looking for you and needs confirmation that it's you."

Jimin helped you stand up as you tried to walk after the officer.

"Can she not stand on her own? Is she some kind of cripple?" the police man asked.

"No," Jin spoke up. "I gave her a full examination and she's in good health, other than her side. It's probably just shock right now and some weakness due to malnutrition. We don't know how long she was on the beach for so, it all could be a factor to why she can't stand right now," he said, giving a full explanation.

"I didn't need that description kid, I really don't care. You, hand onto her while I take a picture. Make sure she faces towards the camera."

Jimin pointed towards the 'camera' the man had mentioned before. You gave it a confused look before a bright light went off. You squeaked and covered your eyes. Jimin rubbed your back before taking you back to sit down.

Time passed slowly as you went through the task of getting put into the database and everything of the like that Jimin tried to explain to you, but all you wanted was to be back in his arms again.

Eventually it was over and the police officer released you under Jin's care.

"Jimin, grab her and we'll go home," the man who's sleeve you'd pulled earlier stated. Jimin did as he was told and picked you up and headed out the door.

"So, ____? That's a pretty name, suits you," Jimin said as he climbed into the back of the van with you again.

You found yourself smiling as the police station got further and further away.

-_-_-_-_-_-

The van stopped and everyone piled out.

Jimin picked you up and carried you towards this large structure that looked kind of like a house. You'd seen some from the cliffs and your friend had told you that all humans live in one.

They lived in a very nice looking one as it turned out.

"Jimin, put her on the couch and call Eun Sol, tell her to bring some clothes for ___. Yoongi, go and get the spare room ready for her. Jungkook, get some ramen cooking, this girl looks like she's going to pass out before much longer."

He was right. You were up right ravenous at this point. Everyone scattered and started doing as Jin instructed. The man who's sleeve you pulled at the police station turned out to be Yoongi-hyung and Jimin called him.

Another person you felt like you could trust.

"Hi there," a man with a boxy smile said, sitting down next to you on the 'couch' as people kept calling it.

You waved and gave him a shy smile.

"I'm Taehyung, but if you ever speak, just call me Tae," he said, smiling. He was so sweet that you could imagine loving him as well. Sadly, Jimin had already taken his place in your heart.

Were all human men around their age so attractive? They were so handsome that it almost hurt to be in their present.

"Alright everyone! Lets get introductions out of the way!"

Jin yelled and everyone filed into the room.

"I'm Jin, I'm the oldest."

"I'm Min Yoongi," said one with dark black hair. He was the one who got you the writing instrument from the police officer.

"I'm Jung Hoseok, please call me Hobi!" Said another with a big smile.

"I'm Jungkook, I'm the youngest," he said with such a sweet smile.

"I'm Taehyung, we just spoke," Taehyung said with his boxy smile wide on his face.

"I'm Namjoon, I'll help you wherever I can," he said with sincerity.

"And you know me! I'm Jimin!"

Everyone was smiling so you smiled back and nodded.

There was a sound at the door and you looked at Jimin with worry in your features.

"That's probably Eun Sol, I'll get it," Jimin said, walking towards the door. You wanted to get up and follow him, but you didn't trust your own legs.

A beautiful woman appeared behind the door and your heart sunk into your stomach when you saw her bring Jimin in for what you were told was a kiss...

That meant that the people who were sharing the kiss were in love...

Tears welled up in your eyes and Jin took notice.

"Omo, what's the matter ___?" He asked, rushing to get a tissue for you.

Jimin turned around and saw you crying and walked over to you, leaving the girl at the door with a pout on her face.

"What's the matter, ___? Did you remember something?" He asked, placing his hand on your shoulder.

"Don't you think it's a bit inappropriate for her to be living here with you? Let me move in with you and she can take my apartment," this Eun Sol girl said.

"I don't think that's safe," Jin said, coming forward with some tissues. "I don't know how mentally sound she is, so it'll be better for us to keep her here until we know how much she can function on her own. Currently, she can't walk or talk," Jin said, helping you wipe your tears.

"You sure she isn't just trying to mooch off of you guys? Just because a cute girl shows up, doesn't mean she doesn't have a motive."

"She was on the beach off of the cliffs and she was bleeding rather badly, I don't think there was any motive involved there," Jimin defended.

This Eun Sol came over and started examining you.

"I brought the clothes like you asked, I don't know if they'll fit her though, she might be a little too big," she said as a back handed slap to the face. Your face dropped and Yoongi seemed to notice.

"Hey, apologize. That wasn't called for," he said, giving her an icy glare.

"Jesus, it was a joke, she'll definitely fit in them," she appeased. You looked down at your legs and didn't return any of their gazes.

"Thank you Eun Sol, we'll take her shopping tomorrow if you want to come with us," Jimin said, taking her by the waist.

"I could always go for a shopping trip," she said with a seductive smile on her face. The look she was giving Jimin made your blood boil and you wanted to push her off the cliffs that Jimin had saved you from.

However, the way Jimin looked at her made your heart shatter.

He was in love, and the girl wasn't you.

You just might be done for.

-_-_-_-_-_-

That night rolled around and you had been fed. Everything they presented to you was different and you were really enjoying the meal. They were all being really nice to you, even Eun Sol. It seemed like you were just a group of friends that were hanging out after a day of swimming through the reefs.

"So if she can't walk, how are we going to do shopping tomorrow. Jimin, as strong as you are, I don't think you can carry her all the way, she'll need to learn at some point," Eun said, giving you a pointed look. "And she has to wear heels, that's a must," she also commented.

Heels?

What are those?

Eun Sol seemed to sense your hesitation because she went on.

"Only the most beautiful women can walk in heels gracefully, and not fall on their faces. What do you say? Want to give it a try?" She asked, pulling off her shoes and placing them before you.

"Hang on, let's see if we can't get her to walk without torture devices strapped to her ankles," Hobi said, pointing out the flaw in her plan.

"If she can master walking in heels, then walking with regular shoes on will be no problem. Honestly, I don't see what the big deal is," she said shrugging.

You looked down at the shoes and gave them a thoughtful look. Without thinking about it much longer you reached down and pulled them on your feet. Jimin smiled and clapped his hands as you did it on your own.

"Let's see if you can stand on your own before you try walking," Jin said, walking over and getting ready to spot you.

Jimin walked in front of you and held out his arms for you.

"See if you can walk to me, Jagi," he said, giving you a beautiful smile.

You hopped down from the stool and held onto the counter top for support. Your legs were jutted forward by the shoes and it immediately threw you off balance. Not that you really had any to begin with.

Eventually you could take your hands away from the counter top and stand there with a little bit of confidence.

Everyone clapped at your performance and Jimin then urged you forward.

"Come here Jagi," he said in his lovely tone.

Even though you had just met these individuals today, they were so kind to you.

You knew you were going to like being here with all of them, and hopefully you could get Jimin to fall in love with you while you were at it.

Mermaids had this thing of falling in love quickly. You see, you love, and they love back, or you die. It was a harsh cycle really, but if they loved you back, it was supposed to be the strongest love out there. There would be nothing in the world that would be able to keep the two of you apart.

That's what you wanted more than anything, someone that needed you just as badly as you needed them. It was that connection that you wanted. And you wanted it to be with Jimin.

You took one shaky step forward and your knees immediately buckled. Jimin rushed forward and caught you, wrapping you up in his arms until he was certain that you weren't going to collapse.

There was laughter from Eun Sol, but it was barely there in your mind. The only thing you cared about was Jimin and his beautiful eyes.

He truly was a work of art. You would have to thank the Gods for creating this masterpiece, because you could marvel at him all day...

A cough erupted from the room and Eun Sol had walked over to you and pointed at your feet.

"You can't do it, so give me those back," she said with a harshness that wasn't in her tone earlier.

"Hang on, she only took one step, give her a chance before you start forcing the shoes off her damn feet," Yoongi said, rubbing his head in annoyance.

"Quit holding her like that! I'm your girlfriend, not her!" She said with a whiny tone.

"Sorry, Eun, but she trusts me most, I was the one who went down and got her. Try to understand here," Jimin reasoned, helping you stand back up.

"Make someone else do it, not you," she demanded.

"For christ sake, I'll do it if it twists your panties that badly," Yoongi said, walking over to you.

Jimin gave him and odd look, but let go of your hands. You gave him a confused look, but he backed up and wrapped his arm around a fussy Eun Sol.

"Come here," Yoongi said, opening his arms. You looked at Jimin with concern in your eyes.

"It's alright ___, he doesn't bite," he said, giving you a thumbs up. You decided you wanted to show up Eun Sol and took one wobbly step forwards. Yoongi gave you a softer look and the more you did the further you seemed to go.

"Look at her go, it's like she's a natural!" Hobi said from the counter top where he was sitting.

Finally, you made it to Yoongi's arms and he caught you as you stumbled a bit. You looked at Jimin and his arm was almost uncomfortably tight around Eun Sol's waist. His jaw was locked, but he kept a smile on his face.

"There! You did it!" Jin said with such a bright smile gracing his already angelic features.

You couldn't help the smile that came over your face as well.

You had walked and you had done it in heels.

Yoongi helped you take off the heels and gave them back to Eun Sol who was still a little fussy after Jimin holding you.

However, after that, the rest of the night passed rather smoothly.

You yawned as it started to turn into the later hours of the morning.

Jimin was still awake, working on something in the kitchen, and Eun Sol still hadn't left yet. You didn't want to fall asleep until she was gone and you knew she and Jimin weren't doing anything dirty.

She was hanging all over him and that really pissed you off. What right did she have to hang over such a beautiful man like that. She wasn't that pretty...

Okay, she was drop dead gorgeous. But you had to hate her, she was your rival for Jimin's love, and that was something you weren't going to take lightly. Your life was on the line here.

After what felt like forever, Eun started heading towards the door.

"We'll all gather tomorrow and go shopping for her," Jimin said with a smile on his face.

"Honestly, does she even have any money to pay for the clothing?" She asked. Jimin's face dropped a little and he looked like a young child doing something he wasn't supposed to be.

"No, we're going to pay for it. When she finds out who she is and where her family is she can pay us back..." He said in a small voice.

"Don't pay for her, that'll just make her think that you'll pay for everything. And that's not alright. She needs to pay rent and everything like that if she's going to be staying with you. No free passes, you all work too hard to have a free loader in your house."

Sick of her insults and simply just wanting her to go away you gasped and held onto your side like you were in pain. Jimin turned around and looked at you with concern.

"Jagi?!" He asked, rushing over. "Where does it hurt? Is it your side? Do you need some medicine?" He questioned. Eun Sol slammed the door and finally you were alone with Jimin like you'd wanted.

He was fretting over you and you smiled when he picked you up.

"I'll take you upstairs," he said.

After a few minutes of silence he made it to a room with a white door. He opened the door and carried you in. The room had a theme of the sea and you knew it was perfect for you. You smiled when Jimin placed you down on the bed.

"I know Eun Sol can be harsh sometimes, but honestly she has a good heart in her..." he said as he tried to gather up your sheets and blankets together.

You nodded and gave him a small smile.

As much as you wanted to believe him, you knew that the girl he cared for was bad news. If only you could tell him...

Although, this bed was comfortable and you could feel your eyes drooping without your say so...

And eventually, you had fallen asleep.

-_-_-_-_-_-

It had been seven months with living with the boys, and you had grown incredibly close to all of them.

Especially Jimin and Hobi.

Hobi was like the older brother you'd never had. He was always there when you wanted to laugh and took you out whenever you wanted to go. It was a fantastic relationship between the two of you and you were really close.

Jimin was...

Well... Everything you could've ever wanted an more. He was sweet and kind. Always wanting to help you when you needed it. He still carried you around, even though you were more than capable of walking, even in heels now.

But that didn't matter to Jimin, he wanted to make sure that you were alright no matter what you were doing. He was very protective over you, no matter who it was that was threatening you.

You remember that he and his now ex-girlfriend had gotten in a large fight over you recently. But he still wasn't treating you any differently than before. And that was a major set back to your plan.

Eun Sol was never kind to you. You wondered why Jimin was with her when she was so blatantly rude to others. Jimin wasn't like that. Jimin was always willing to help and Eun Sol always had to know what was in it for her if she was exerting the effort to do something that didn't benefit her.

However, that particular day, you weren't feeling very well. It was your heart. You were away from the ocean for too long. And Jimin wasn't reciprocating your feelings. If you didn't hurry, you would die. But for right now, the boys had you sat up in bed, trying to feed you some of your favorite things. But you couldn't eat.

Everything hurt and you just wanted to rest.

"Come on, noona. You have to eat something," Jungkook said, trying to coax some food into you.

"I'll go get Hobi or Jimin. She'll eat for them," Jin said, walking out the door.

Jungkook still tried though, working on getting you to eat at least two spoonfuls of sweet porridge.

Jimin came through the door with Hobi at his back.

"Jagi, Jin tells me you're not eating. Why not? Do I have to feed you?" He asked with a sweet tone, helping Jungkook stand before taking his place.

You were still hesitant to eat, but it was Jimin... You had to.

Jimin brought the spoon to your mouth, you hesitated for a moment before taking the spoon in your mouth and eating the food.

Everyone seemed to breathe a sigh of relief before Eun Sol slammed through the door, a disgruntled Namjoon following her in.

"What the fuck is this?" She asked, glaring at you.

"She's been sick in bed all day and she wasn't eating, we don't want her to starve," Hobi said, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"And we'd appreciate it if you kept the language PG in here," Jin said, also looking less than pleased.

"You're not my parents, but you," she said, pointing at Jimin. "Are my boyfriend, what the hell do you think you're doing!? You treat her more like your girlfriend than you do me, how messed up is that? Do you love her? Are you sleeping with her?" She accused.

"N-No! I-I would never cheat on you!" Jimin said, standing up.

"This really isn't the appropriate place for a lovers quarrel," Yoongi said, rubbing his forehead and walking over to try and get you to eat.

"She's been living here for a month now, I think she needs to start pulling her own weight! She's just mooching off of all of you, why can't you see that!?" She yelled.

You could feel the familiar burn of tears in your eyes, something that was common whenever Eun Sol was around. Yoongi placed his hand on your shoulder, trying to comfort you.

"She does pull her own weight! She helps clean around here whenever she can, and she comes back with her own rent," Jimin defended yet again.

"You're defending her and not your girlfriend. This is your problem Jimin, when you're dating someone you don't realize how great the girl you're with is. I haven't had sex with you since she got here! How twisted is that? What's the deal, am I not attractive?"

"You're beautiful, but-"

"Do you not love me?"

"I-I, um-"

Eun Sol didn't like that at all. She walked over and grabbed the piping hot porridge and poured it all over your head.

You screamed in pain and Yoongi was quick to stand up and pick up Eun and throw her over his shoulder. Jimin followed them, probably going to attempt at salvaging whatever relationship there was left.

Hobi rushed over to you and helped you stand up.

"I'll take her to the bath, get her cleaned up," he said, inching you out the door.

You trusted Hoseok... But did you trust him enough to reveal your secret. You tried to fight him a little bit, showing hesitation towards the water that wasn't even there yet.

"You really don't like water do you, kiddo?" He asked as he started the bath.

You shied away, even as the porridge slid down your back in a disgusting manner.

"Don't worry, I'll just help you wash your hair and then I'll get out of here," Hobi said with a kind smile on his face. You were very grateful for his kindness, but it was dangerous for him to be this way considering your true identity.

You shook your head firmly.

"What?" He asked.

Again you shook your head and placed your hands on your shirt.

"If you want me out that badly just say so, aish. Take it easy in here and be good," he said, patting your shoulder.

Once the door was shut, you sighed and heaved your self against the door and locked it tightly. No one was getting in here if you had anything to say about it.

Well, silently protesting was more like it.

You lowered yourself into the water and sighed at the relief it brought you. Your fin hung out of the tub and you smiled as the familiar feeling sunk in. As much as having legs was great, being in your true form was the greatest feeling out there.

You washed up and got all the goo off of yourself and finally you felt good enough to get out of the shower.

Once you stood up legs appeared beneath you. You stood there and felt a burning in between your legs.

An ugly face appeared inside of the mirror. You tried to scream but you realized there was nothing you could do, but stare at the face with sheer terror echoing through your entire being.

"_____, you must heed this warning from the depths of the ocean..."

Your heart was racing, but you continued to listen.

"If you do not get the one you love to bed you in thirty days, you will be returned to the sea by force and the one you love will die," she said in a scratchy and ominous tone.

Jimin?

Jimin would die?

Omo... You couldn't let that happen.

You nodded to the face in the mirror and it slowly dissipated.

There was a knock at the door.

Jimin's sweet voice rang through the door, "Jagi? Are you alright in there? I'm so sorry about what happened... Can we talk for a minute?" You rushed to put a towel on and answer the door.

You stood in front of him in nothing but a towel, your damp hair sticking to your face. Jimin's eyes didn't wander, they stayed firmly on your face.

"Jagi, your father called and he wants you to come home to him... W-we're going to help you pack up your things. You leave in the morning," he said with such a sad tone.

Your father? Your father had come on land to get you? What the hell was he doing here anyways?!

You shook your head. Jimin sighed and placed his hand on your shoulder.

"Jagi, I know that you've come to like living with us, but... You need to go home to your family. I'm sure they miss you more than you realize and... You can always come and visit. Anytime you need us, we'll be there. I promise you," Jimin said, the smile he forced not reaching his eyes.

You couldn't leave, not now!

There was so much you had yet to complete and you still needed to get Jimin to bed you! You needed his love to continue living. Being forcibly returned to the ocean is as good as a death sentence when you're away from the one you love. You will live but... it will be as though you are numb. No feeling will flow through your veins.

You shook your head again.

"There she is."

"Kiddo, why are you just standing there in your towel!?"

"I've got her clothes!"

All of the boys came huddling around you, Jin handing off a pile of nice warm clothing for you.

Quickly you went to change and when you came out, everyone was still standing there waiting for you.

"Are you feeling a bit better after your bath?"

You had completely forgotten about the pain in your chest, it was gone now. Like a wave against the sand it had receded. However, you had a different plan to fulfill.

"Kiddo? You alright?" Hobi asked, coming forward. You nodded and fiddled with your fingers.

"Aren't you happy to be going home?" Taehyung asked, giving you a smile. You sighed and let your head drop. You couldn't go home, not after all of what's gone on. You've certainly come too far to turn back now.

They all gathered around you and gave you hugs, some even to the point of lifting you up off the floor. Jimin was last and gave you a tight hug.

"Be good Jagi, we'll be taking you to the police station in the morning. Sleep tight, you'll be home soon..."

With that, he was gone up the stairs to his room. Not even carrying you up with him. Your heart ached and you clutched the front of your shirt in agony. You laid down on the floor and felt the hot tears streaming from your eyes.

Your heart hurt so badly.

You felt as though you were dying.

Did Jimin reject you? How could he when he doesn't even know your true feelings? Breathing in hurt, it was all so painful.

Stinging.

Sharp.

Burning.

It was as if your blood was boiling.

You needed help, desperately.

Jimin.

You needed to get to Jimin.

As much as it pained you, you stood up, still clutching the front of your shirt. You stumbled around like an infant animal that you'd seen in the zoo that Yoongi had taken you to.

You climbed the stairs, stumbling and tripping on every other step.

Finally...

Finally you made it to your floor.

The pain was immeasurable. The slightest movement hurt, and you could feel yourself starting to pass out.

Why was there so much agony? You were fine only moments prior!

It had to be the thought of being away from Jimin... If only you could get close to him now.

You were outside his door and started knocking on it.

You knocked and knocked until you were certain your knuckles were bruised. But that didn't matter. You needed Jimin to help you...

Eventually, you resorted to kicking his door. You could hear his bed creaking as he stood up.

"What the fuck is going on?!" He exclaimed, flinging open his door. He looked around until he saw you on the floor, tears streaming down your face and pain evident on your features.

His heart lurched and he thought he would be sick. You looked like you were dying. Sweat pinning your hair to your forehead and a pale hue falling across your face.

"Jagi, what's going on? Are you still sick? Holy shit..."

Jimin was on his knees next to you in a moment, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his lap. You looked up at him and were certain this was how you were going to die. Maybe you were exaggerating a little bit, but what a nice way to go.

Your heart was still in pain, but now that you were next to Jimin, it was bearable.

"JIN-HYUNG! YOONGI-HYUNG! GET UP!" He yelled throughout the house. Doors started opening and shutting and suddenly Jin was next to you, placing his hand on your head.

"She's burning up, we need to get her to the hospital," he said. Jimin nodded and lifted you into his arms. You clung to him and rested your head in his neck.

"I'll get the car ready," Namjoon said, rushing out the door. Taehyung and Jungkook came up behind you and held onto your hands.

You looked at Jimin's worried face. He looked much older than he normally did. You weren't sure if you liked the look of worry on his face. You always wanted his angelic smile on his face. Always.

Jimin looked down at you and gave you his best smile.

"You're going to be alright, Jagi. You hear me? You're going to be just fine," he said, holding you close in his arms. You looked into his deep eyes and felt yourself slipping into unconsciousness...

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

The pain was ebbing away. You could feel someone's warm hand intertwined with yours.

You wondered for a moment who was holding your hand, but, you knew how it was... Without even opening your eyes you knew that it was Jimin's hand locked with yours.

Slowly, ever so slowly, your eyes opened. You were greeted with the worried face of Jimin and how he looked after getting probably next to nothing for sleep.

You had made him worried.

It made guilt settle in the pit of your stomach. Knowing that you had caused so much distress for anyone. You never wanted them to be troubled with you, and you were really trying hard not to be a burden...

"Jagi! Guys, she's up!"

Soon, a group of worried looking men were gathered around your bed.

"Thank God!"

"The hell did you scare us for, aish."

"Are you hungry?"

"You look like shit."

You gave a sheepish little smile and tried to sit up. Jimin rushed to help you and placed his hand on your lower back. A chill ran down your spin as Jimin's bare skin touched yours, the hospital gown you were wearing doing little to protect your skin. Jimin, however, seemed unfazed by the contact.

"You scared me so bad, Jagi! I thought you were dying!"

"Scared us, so badly, hyung," Taehyung reminded.

"Right, scared us. Thank God you're alright though, we would feel terrible. Considering we just found your father and all. He's already signed everything over, you're all set to leave with him, okay?"

You panicked. Pure fear was written across your face. How could you convey to them that you were utterly terrified of leaving them? You didn't think your father would come from the ocean to make you come home!

Namjoon came over and rested a hand on your shoulder.

"You need to be home with your family. They love and miss you. You should've seen your father when we told him you were safe. It was like his whole world was right again. Trust us, you'll be safe and you can come visit us whenever you feel the need to, okay? Take it easy, for us," he said, removing his hand.

You looked to Jimin who was standing up. The rest of the boys left the room and Jimin grabbed some clothing for you to change in to. He turned around and let you get changed while he waited to take you to your father.

Fear gripped your heart.

What would he say?

What would he do?

Would he force you to erase Jimin and everyone's memories of you? That would certainly kill you. Jimin looking dead into your eyes and not knowing who you were... It would be devastating to you.

Maybe you could force a kiss on Jimin and make him see how much you truly love him?

Bad plan.

Cry and plead?

Certainly won't work.

You could try and tell Jimin that you don't want to leave. But you couldn't speak, what were you to do?!

You turned around and tapped Jimin on the shoulder.

"There you go Jagi, we told your dad that your voice is still a little weird, so hopefully the two of you can figure out something with that. I'd love to hear what your voice sounds like someday. But, this is goodbye, for now," he said, holding his hand out to you.

You stared down at the appendage with a mix of sadness and hopelessness. After this, you were likely never to see Jimin again.

What was the harm in one little kiss...?

Not wanting to give yourself the chance of backing out, you pushed Jimin's hand away and wrapped your arms around his neck and planted your lips firmly against his. Jimin seemed shocked for a moment while you kept your mouth against his. You pulled away and looked down in embarrassment.

You actually did it!

You had kissed Jimin.

He was looking at you with shock on his features. You gave him a soft smile and went to walk past him. At least you had done it. You had kissed him the way you had wanted to for a very long time.

Suddenly a hand shot out and grabbed your wrist.

You looked up and saw a man who didn't resemble your father at all.

"There you are, my darling ____! I thought we had lost you! Everyone is waiting for you back home, come come. It's time to get going!"

The stranger wrapped his arm around your waist in such a way that made your skin crawl. You looked back to Jimin with panic written all over your features. He was still in shock and touched his lips for a moment.

Fear gripped your heart as the two of you made it outside. The man had ahold of you and was practically dragging you towards his car.

"Don't worry kid, when we're done with you, that precious boy back there will pay to come and fuck you any way he wants. What do you think? A bunch of rich men offering money just to stick their dick inside of you. We can charge even extra cause you're obviously tight. It'll be perfect. You'll be the perfect fuck toy."

Your heart was beating erratically.

You didn't want to be a toy, you were a person! You had feelings. Feelings for Jimin that needed to be spoken. You had to call for help. You opened your mouth, but no words came out. Everything was spinning and you thought you were going to pass out for a moment. But thankfully, you got a hold of yourself before you fainted. It would've been easier for him to carry you off that way.

The only thing on your mind was Jimin. You needed to find him. You had to get away and return to him. Being with him was where you belonged. And you knew that. You knew it the moment he spotted you on the sand, naked and alone.

All of the boys ran through your head.

Jin, with his sweet and caring attitude. Always ready to help you if you needed it. Yoongi. Even though he was quiet most of the time, he would always defend you. Always.

Namjoon. He had such a kind heart and a big smile that was always welcoming. He was so kind to you especially.

Hobi. Your brother that you never had. He was there for you whenever you needed him and treated you like his younger sister. You cared for him greatly and knew that if you needed him, he would be there.

Taehyung, the cutest thing you'd ever seen. He always offered such a big smile when you were down and did the nicest things. He was certainly a dear friend.

Jungkook. The youngest and most adorable thing you'd ever laid your eyes on. He was so innocent and eager to learn that you found his grace and poise incredible. He was always there if you needed him and was a kind soul.

Then there was Jimin...

Where did you begin with him?

He'd saved your life. He'd given you a family and a place to call your own. He had cared for you and taught you so much over these months you had spent together, and you could never repay him for that. Your love for him was real and strong, never faltering, not even once. You knew that the love you felt for him was strong, and that if he even reciprocated a small fraction of your affection, it would get you through anything and everything you would have to face.

Jimin made you want to live, and being without him was like losing your heart.

The man that had claimed to be your father was getting closer and closer to his vehicle. You knew the moment you were in there, you were dead.

So, you fought back.

You planted your foot into his knee and heard a popping sound. The man yelled in pain and released you.

"Ah, you little bitch! Get back here!" he growled. You took off and tried to find Jimin. The parking lot was big and you couldn't see the car you knew they brought you in.

Had they left already?

Was it that easy for them to leave you behind?

You kept running, if you could just out run him, there was a way you could get back home.

The wind was sharp on your face as you ran through the strings of cars that were parked in varying fashions.

All you could think about was getting away, and that was becoming harder. The pain of being away from Jimin was getting stronger and that caused you to run slower. You weren't going to be able to get away from him much longer. You had to find a place where you could hide.

There was a car parked at an awkward angle a few rows down, if you could just make it there in time-

The man yanked your collar back and pulled you into his embrace.

The smell of cigarette smoke reeked on his breath and clothing. The rancid scent piercing your nostrils and making you want to gag. Just like the man holding you right now.

"Now little bitch, that wasn't very nice. We're going to have to teach you some lessons when we get home. I think I'll be the one to break you in. You're too much trouble to give to our clients. Hope you like it rough baby."

You were getting dragged by your collar and hair. You prayed that someone could see what was happening, but it didn't seem like anyone could. Or if they did, who cared? It wasn't their problem.

You mustered up everything you had in you and screamed at the top of your lungs.

"JIMIN! HELP!"

Soon you were on the ground, the disgusting man holding you up by your collar.

"If you scream one more damn time I'm going to bust that pretty face in, you hear me doll-face?"

Tears were streaming down your face and all you wanted to do was be in Jimin's arms again.

The older man cocked his fist back and was ready to swing down to hit you when he was pulled backwards and punched.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing huh?"

Jimin's voice was filled with anger and you were even slightly frightened of the expression he had on display at the moment.

"I asked you a question shit-face. What the fuck do you think you're doing to her?"

The man whimpered a reply and gave into Jimin quickly.

Yoongi came up and grabbed him by the arm, Jungkook stepping in to help as well.

Namjoon was on the phone and Jimin was on his way over to you.

"Jagi, I'm so sorry..." he whispered, looking down in remorse. You sobbed loudly and threw your arms around his neck.

"Jimin. Jimin. Jimin," you repeated over and over again.

All you could think about was him. That's all you wanted to think about.

You held onto him and he kept you wrapped up in his arms as Namjoon was speaking to the police. Jimin pet your hair and rubbed your back soothingly.

"It's alright, Jagi... We won't let you go again. I promise," he whispered.

You nodded and buried your face in his chest and let his words sooth your racing heart.

-_-_-_-_-_-

It had been about a week since the incident with the fake father and Jimin seemed to have forgotten that you had kissed him.

Things went about as they had been for a long while and you were a little less than pleased that Jimin seemed to be ignoring your feelings for him. Had your kiss been nothing?

You had been certain that only people who liked each other did things of that nature.

For the past couple of days you had been watching some romantic movies to give you some inspiration to get Jimin in your bed. You knew that you were attractive. You could see that Jimin found you pretty, because he always looked at you for a little while longer than you thought the other boys did.

Perhaps you were over thinking something simple, but it matter that Jimin be with you romantically, and you wanted him to love you the way that you loved him.

You were wearing particularly short shorts one day.

It was all part of the plan to see if Jimin was really interested in you.

You were sitting on the counter in the kitchen with your legs cross as you were looking through a book that Yoongi had suggested to you a few days ago.

The sound of feet coming down the stairs captured your attention more than the words on the page. Jimin came around the corner and saw you perched up on the counter top. A soft smile graced his face as he approached you.

"Good morning Jagi, how are you today?" he asked, getting closer to you.

You gave him a thumbs up and smiled as well.

"That's great, what are you reading?"

He walked over and looked over your shoulder, placing his hand on your waist. The feeling of his hand on your body made your skin tingle with pleasure. Jimin seemed more interested in the book that you, but you leaned back into him. He supported your weight and continued inspecting the book that you were holding. You wondered if he really was that interested in what you were reading or not, but you decided to not think about it that deeply.

You set the book down on the counter and Jimin helped you down. He started a conversation about a movie he had watched recently and was telling you his opinions on it when you casually knocked the book off the counter behind you. You made an exasperated sighing sound and Jimin laughed lightly. You turned your back to him and bent over, grasping the book in your hands.

Jimin stopped laughing.

You picked the book up and straightened up and turned to see a very wide eyed Jimin.

"A-Ass- I mean as! As I was saying..."

And with that, the whole encounter seemed forgotten.

-_-_-_-_-_-

It had been a few more days and you were tired of pretending. You wanted to tell Jimin. You wanted to tell him what was going to happen to you if you didn't sleep with him. He had to know.

You wanted to tell him what your true identity was and who you really were.

But how could you?

How could you put that kind of pressure on the one you love?

'I'm a mermaid from the ocean and if you don't sleep with me by tomorrow I'll be dead.'

Yeah, like that doesn't have any negative connotations to it.

Your chest was aching again, like it had been for the past couple of days. Ever since you had kissed Jimin, it seemed to be getting worse and worse the longer the two of you were apart. It really was hard to disguise, purely because of how painful it was. You would gasp in pain and everyone would look at you, ready to jump into action if it mean helping you in any way.

However, this was your last night here.

If you didn't get Jimin to sleep with you, when the sun rose the next morning, your heart would stop.

Namjoon and Yoongi were out of town for a few days, working together on some project that they had been collaborating on for the past few months.

Taehyung, Jungkook and Hobi were all out at a hockey game for the night and wouldn't be back until the next day.

And Jin was at a meeting for his insurance company that he had gotten invited to. He did invite you as well, wondering if you wanted to be his date, but you had declined, saying you weren't feeling that well.

It was just you and Jimin.

It was all too cliched really, but it would have to do.

You had to show him.

And you had to do it now.

Jimin's door looked intimidating down the longer you looked at it. This was going to be the make or break moment.

Your hand reached out shakily to knock on the door.

Knock.

Knock..

Knock...

You waited.

Jimin appeared behind the door a few moments later. Once he saw you a bright smile took over his features. You returned the expression and pointed towards the stairs.

He seemed to understand and follow you.

Once the two of you were in the living room you grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and wrote:

Jimin, I need you to do something for me.

He read over your words and looked up.

"Sure Jagi, anything you need."

I need you to sleep with me.

You handed the paper back over and Jimin almost dropped it in shock.

"W-What do you mean sleep with you? Intimately? I can't do that Jagi, it would be wrong."

Jimin, I'm different than you. And if you don't sleep with me, I'll die.

He scoffed when he read your words and placed the paper on the counter carefully.

"Jagi, wanting to sleep together is a serious commitment to another person. It's only reserved for people you love and cherish. And what do you mean you're different?"

He didn't believe you...

You knew he wasn't going to right off the bat, but still, his words stung. Grabbing the paper, you wrote again.

Let me show you.

Jimin sighed and set the paper down.

"Jagi-"

You held up your hand and grabbed his wrist. You lead him to the bathroom. He seemed confused, but remained silent.

Without giving any warning, you began to strip.

Jimin raced to cover his eyes and was shouting protests at you, but you continued.

You had drawn a bath and set foot inside of the tub. The feeling of the water racing up your legs and creating your fin caused you so much joy. It had been a while since you were in your truest form.

"Jimin," you said, as it was the only word you could properly pronounce.

He peeled his hands away from his eyes for a moment and saw your fin and gasped in surprise.

"W-what... Jagi?" he gave you a questioning look, although, came closer.

He kneeled down next to the bathtub and took in the sight of your fin. He was admiring you... Not judging like you had prepared yourself for.

His hand reached out to touch your fin, and you allowed it. You watched as he ran his hand along your scales, reveling in the sensation it gave you.

"Y-you're a-a mermaid?" he asked, looking into your eyes.

You nodded and smiled, finally able to show him who you truly were.

"That's why we found you naked on the sea shore... A-And why you can't speak and... everything makes so much sense now... Oh Jagi, I'm so sorry for everything we've put you through, it's our fault. Forgive me," he said with remorse in his voice.

You reached out and placed your hand on his cheek, gently stroking it with the pad of your thumb.

Jimin leaned into your touch and you were happy to see him in such a manner.

"Wait, what was the whole sleeping with me business about? Why will you die if you don't?" he asked.

Always questioning everything he was.

You pointed towards the pen and paper out in the kitchen. Jimin raced to fetch it for you, bringing it back like a dutiful pup.

Because I love you. And if mermaids don't consummate their relationships within a certain time frame, our heart stops, from lack of love.

Jimin read your words carefully and he seemed to be at a loss for what to say.

"You love me...?" He asked, looking up with such a sweet expression, it almost hurt.

Of course I do... You saved me, Jimin. And I will forever be thankful for you. My heart will always be yours.

Once the words were written, Jimin quickly took the paper back from you and read it rapidly.

He was silent and still for a long time.

You were curious as to what he was thinking about. You comically waved your hand in front of his face.

Suddenly, he threw the paper pad down and smashed his lips against yours.

Shock overcame your body.

Jimin was kissing you. He was kissing you from his own free will.

Without much warning, Jimin was pulling you out of the water and into his arms. He rested his forehead against your for a moment, breathing heavily.

"How long does it take for you to get your legs back? Cause I really need to be between them," he said in such a smooth tone.

You could feel the pulling sensation. It was happening right now. Jimin seemed to notice because when he looked down at where your fin had been previously, two bare legs now took it's place.

"Thank God."

With that, he was heading towards the stairs. You hung on and kissed his neck gently, giving him little nips and love bites every so often. Jimin groaned when you pulled on his hair lightly. You smiled and bit down on his ear, pulling slightly.

You were really just going off of what the movies had shown you. This was rather normal for the beginning portion..

Wasn't it?

Jimin had made it to your room and kicked open the door and walked in. He set you on the bed carefully and hovered over your frame with desire building behind his eyes.

You felt heat rushing in between your thighs and you were so excited for what Jimin had in store for you.

His lips trailed down your body, touching the bare skin that was already revealed to him.

"You're so beautiful. I noticed it the moment I saw you from the cliff, I saw your hair and beautiful body and knew that you had to be saved... God you're perfect," he groaned, kissing your legs gently.

A soft little moan escaped you as he started getting closer and closer to your center. A wave of shyness came over you and you brought your legs together hesitantly.

Jimin smiled and pressed a kiss to your lips.

"You can trust me Jagi, I will make love to you tonight," he said.

You eased your legs apart and did as he asked. Jimin pressed a soft kiss to the inside of your knee and then the inside of your thighs.

Then, his lips touched your core. You moaned loudly and Jimin smiled as he licked a stripe right up your slit. The sensation was wonderful, you could barely take it. If this is what sex was all about, you were wondering why women always said it hurt the first time. This felt incredible. Jimin took a finger and eased it inside of you, not realizing your virgin status. A sharp pain erupted inside of you. Jimin looked at you with curiosity, then it seemed to click. He was going to be your first.

"Wait, Jagi... Have you never done this before?"

You shook your head and Jimin gave you an endearing smile.

"I'm going to make you feel so good Jagi, I promise," he said kissing you as a means to seal his word. You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him even closer.

His body seemed to mold to yours and he felt so warm in between your legs. His fingers started to ease into you again, causing the aching pain you had felt earlier to resurface. You grabbed onto Jimin's shoulder and dealt with the pain.

Jimin seemed to notice your expression and pressed down on a little bundle of nerves at the top of your sex. You gasped as pleasure erupted through you, making your mouth drop open. Jimin smiled at your expression and kissed your jaw lovingly. The sensation of his fingers inside of you became more and more pleasurable the longer they were there, making you wetter and wetter. Jimin seemed to notice your slick center because soon, his mouth was attaching to your core.

You grabbed onto his shirt and tugged on it as indescribable amounts of pleasure went through you. The feeling of Jimin's lips on your center was incredible. The soft, plushness of his lips was heavenly against your womanhood.

Immediately, he swirled his tongue around your bud. He made lewd sucking sounds as he tried to bring you pleasure.

Jimin was effected just as much as you were because he was groaning into your center. You watched as Jimin's eyebrows lifted and his eyes closed. He looked so innocent, considering what he was doing. His taste buds were full of you and that's all he cared about. Finally he could do what he wanted to for months. He was with you intimately.

The sensation of his mouth against your lower lips was wonderful, but he pulled away rather quickly. You whined at the loss and Jimin silenced you with his lips.

He wrapped his arms around your body and pulled you over him. You smiled and started pulling on his shirt. Jimin understood and got his shirt off quickly. You stared at his form in front of you. He was incredibly strong and his body was lithe and beautiful. You were almost jealous at how his skin shone in the moonlight.

Suddenly, a sharp pain erupted in your chest. You gasped and looked at the clock. It was five minutes to midnight.

There was no more time for foreplay, you had to get going. Jimin looked at you with concern and you pointed towards the clock. He understood and got you on your back yet again. He pulled his pants and boxers off quickly, revealing his

Then he was grabbing a small box, which you could only assume were condoms. He rolled on the rubber and approached you.

No nerves wracked your body like you had expected. All you could feel was love and affection coming from Jimin, and that made your decision to be together that much sweeter.

You felt Jimin's hot member brush against your core and you moaned loudly. Jimin smirked and kissed your neck, then up to your lips. The pain in your chest was getting worse, but Jimin was about to save your life.

"This will hurt, Jagi... There's not much I can do about that, but, it'll feel good in a few seconds," he said before starting to push inside.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and bit down on his shoulder. A pressure inside of you was burning and it hurt rather badly. How did women enjoy this?

Jimin was easing inside of you, careful to not hurt you more than he could help. Finally, he hit the barrier inside of you. He looked into your eyes, as if asking for permission, you nodded.

He understood and pushed past it, breaking your virginity. You yelped in pain and Jimin kissed you deeply. Tears fell from your eyes as you kissed him back. All the emotions from the past months were finally free and you couldn't feel better. Other than the throbbing pain inside of your core.

You felt Jimin's hips meet yours and he came to a stop. You two were connected.

"Fuck you're so tight... Holy shit," he moaned.

A smile graced your features as Jimin lost himself above you. He gave you a few moments to catch your breath and to adjust before he eased back and then pushed himself forwards again.

The sensation was odd, but not off putting. You moaned silently, still feeling the sting of your lost innocence. But, it was starting to give way to pleasure. The feeling of his large length massaging your inner walls was starting to become and overwhelming sensation. The longer Jimin pushed his hips against yours, the more pleasure you felt.

You started moaning a bit louder, really feeling the pleasure from his ministrations.

Jimin seemed just a wrecked as you were, he was biting his lips in pleasure and groaning explicit phrases into your ear as he made love to you.

There was a distinct difference between fucking and making love.

Fucking was something done for pleasure, something to get each other off. Or just one if your partner is a dick.

But making love was different. It was all about the connection between the two people partaking in this event. Not all couples make love, but you and Jimin were.

You were curious for how long he had held feelings for you, but you didn't ask. You simply let him pleasure you and you to him.

Because all that mattered was the two of you.

No one else would know what you felt right now, besides yourself. Jimin's length was large and it was buried deep inside of you. You looked down and saw where the two of you were connected and you moaned at the sight. Watching his cock disappear in side of you was such an alluring sight. Making your mouth water with the eroticism.

Jimin looked down as well, watching your lower lips swallow his length, now with much more ease than at the beginning of this experience.

Every subtle shift in your frame, Jimin could feel. That's how tight you were to him. Everything you did, every breath you took was something that he could experience second hand. And he wasn't sure how long he could take that for.

Jimin bucked inside of you a little harder, testing the waters to see what you could take and what you couldn't. You let out a yelp of pleasure, gripping onto his shoulders.

He decided it was time for a change of position. He pulled out of your dripping center and pulled you into his arms. He moved so your back was to him and so that you were sitting on his thighs.

Slowly, he helped you ease yourself down onto his cock yet again. The full sensation being a welcome friend at this point. Jimin groaned into your neck at the feeling of you wrapped around him.

Together, the two of you bounced up and down to get you closer and closer to your highs that were approaching rather quickly.

It was almost depressing. You didn't want this experience to end. But, the pleasure was getting to be too much. Jimin was so large inside of you and you couldn't help the tensing coil that was inside your center snapping when it did.

Your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks and you trembled against Jimin. He couldn't take your squeezing and finished as well, bucking into you, helping prolong your orgasm.

The two of you were gasping for breath as you slowly were lowered down onto the mattress by Jimin. He went to the bathroom and cleaned himself up before coming back to you and wrapping you up in his arms.

You looked at the ceiling in astonishment and exhaustion when you felt Jimin's lips against your neck. You turned and looked at him and saw a sweet smile on his face.

"You're so beautiful... I-I love you, ___."

Your heart almost burst with joy. The words you had so desperately wanted to hear for the past seven or eight months had finally been uttered.

"Jimin..."

His name on your tongue was like a drug, he knew he would never want to stop hearing it. He pulled you close and brought you under the covers. You smiled and kissed his toned chest.

You felt more at peace with your self than you had in a long time.

And that felt good.

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