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captains-simp · 3 years ago

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Yelena Belova + Fake dating Au!! pls 🥲 :)

I've been waiting for someone to pick the fake dating one *fist pumps air* I'm gonna combine this with your other request if that's okay

"I think I'm inlove with you."

Warnings: shitty family and homophobia

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A/n: if y'all want me to do this oneshot again but with Wanda (cos I'm a lazy hoe) just lemme know 👀 I think it would work pretty well 👀

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"Pleeaasse, Lena." You pouted once again. You had been begging Yelena for the favour for an hour now; her stubborness was proving hard to overcome.

"I'm busy." Yelena said, her accent strong as she walked around her appartment to collect things for her next mission.

"But will you be busy on the 10th?" You asked from the couch where you watched her disappear into various rooms as she talked.

"I thought you said it was a few days." Yelena quipped, seemingly only giving you half her attention.

"It is." You confirmed with some hope.

"So I'd need to clear my schedule for more than just the 10th." You huffed and rested your head on the back of couch.

"Yes you would. I'm sure Natasha can manage without you for a few days."

"I wouldn't be too sure about that." She muttered.

"Please, Lena." You tried. "I need a win." Yelena stopped by the kitchen counter and gave you a long, considering look. You had long given up on your puppy dog eyes and instead copied her expression as you chewed on your bottom lip.

"I'll think about it." Yelena finally said before grabbing something from the cupboard.

It was the best response you had gotten all night and you knew you wouldn't get anything more. So you accepted it and hoped for the best.

Your parents had invited you to their cabin for a few days just like they did every year. It was a beautiful place. You could spend your whole visit in the forest along the back. Or swimming in the clear lake that was a short walk away. The cabin itself was the cosiest place you had ever been and had been where some of your best memories had happened as a kid.

As you got older things changed. Being around your family, especially your parents, wasn't as enjoyable. They had high expectations for their children, expectations that your siblings had met without a problem but ones that you had struggled with.

You enjoyed your life. You had the kind of relationships you had always hoped for, you loved your job and you had the perfect balance of the two. But you could never shake the feeling that you had failed.

Your brother was a surgeon who always told you all stories of the lives he saved and the close calls he had swooped in to save people from. One of your sisters was some hot shot lawyer who had done great things like help people wrongly convicted but still put dangerous people back on the street. And your other sister was the CEO of an energy company that you never quite understood. They even all had equally successful partners who loved to talk about themselves as much as your siblings did. You didn't have any of that. But you did have Yelena.

Knowing the Avengers was the only thing about you your family took interest in. They were always subtly hinting at wanting to meet your friends. But you knew the Avengers had to endure enough fan service and didn't want to push your family onto them, especially with how annoying they all were.

However as your family's unrealistic expectations reached their all time high you were sure you wouldn't be able to handle another trip with them without a win, and you were far too petty to take the moral high ground and just not go. Not to mention that was a huge part of you that was dying to see what the Yelena girlfriend experience would entail. Yep, that was what you were asking of Yelena. To pretend to be your partner for the duration of the trip.

"When are you going?" You asked, changing the subject in hopes that Yelena wouldn't suddenly conclude she didn't want to do it (then you really would have to ask one of the others).

You knew it wasn't a smart choice. That if Yelena agreed your crush on her could get out of hand. You knew you would end up getting too caught up in the act. You could have, no - should have - asked Natasha or Wanda or even Carol if she was around. But your family knew you were the closest with Yelena and she would be the one it felt the most natural with, and the most believable. At least, that was what you told Yelena.

"Tomorrow." Yelena answered, keeping her focused tone.

"When will you be back?" You attempted to keep the concern out of your voice but the glance Yelena gave you told you you hadn't done a good job.

"The day after." She said, softer this time. You nodded as you looked down at your lap and tried not to think about everything that could possibly go wrong on her mission.

"Be safe." Yelena strolled over to you and placed her hand gently ontop of yours and gave it a quick squeeze.

"Always."

"Got any plans Saturday night?" Natasha smirked knowingly at her friend as they preped for their mission.

"No." Yelena replied as she slotted a spare gun into her leg harness.

"Nothing with y/n then?" Nat asked, partly genuinely but mostly knowing Yelena would still say no.

"No." Yelena said again, biting the inside of her cheek in consideration before speaking again. "Not this Saturday."

Natasha raised an eyebrow in surprise and interest. Yelena rarely made any kind of special plans with you as you would always hang out casually so it was never anything fancy or different that needed planning. She had always wanted to though.

"Plans for another time?" Nat continued as she double checked her pack.

"Maybe, I'm still thinking about it." The redhead turned fully to her friend at her words, confused at why Yelena was hesitant to spend time with you. "She wants me to go to the cabin with her and her family." Nat had heard all about the infamous cabin and your family.

"That sounds fun." Nat nodded. The cabin sounded fun. Your family did not.

"As her girlfriend." Nat's eyes widened excitedly but before she could speak Yelena clarified. "Her pretend girlfriend."

Nat paused and looked as though she was going to speak for several seconds until she stuck to just giving a confused look.

"Yeah." Yelena sighed. "Thinks it would seem impressive." Yelena had tried not to be hurt over that. She knew you weren't just friends with her to show her off to people, because you never did. But it hurt her to think the only time you could see her in a romantic way was when you were pretending.

"Well," Nat muttered as she adjusted the zip along the front of her catsuit. "Fake it till you make it." It was Yelena's turn to give Nat a questioning look. "Maybe it'll be an eye opener for her."

"You think I should do it?" Yelena asked, fully open to hearing and accepting her friend's advice in that area.

"Definelty." Nat confirmed. She wasn't sure about it for the reasons she said though. Yelena's crush on you was obvious to everyone except you, just as it was vice versa.

You had been overjoyed when Yelena told you she would come with you to the cabin and play along as your girlfriend. She had told you when she came back from her mission, in fact it was the first thing she said after she had let herself into your appartment.

It was never really brought up after that, but you couldn't deny you were incredibly anxious on the week leading up to the visit.

On the drive up to the cabin you and Yelena stayed in a comfortable silence most of the time, clearly both lost in thought. You had the radio on for background noise more than anything else, but you would occasionally lightly tap the steering wheel if there was a tune you recognised, oblivious to Yelena's acknowledging smiles.

"So what's the plan?" Yelena asked as she looked at you expectantly. Right, of course the spy wanted a strategy.

"Keep things simple, I guess. They know how we met already so we can just say at some point we took things a step further than friendship." Yelena didn't seem convinced at the simplicity of that. "Look they're not going to want to hear about us, not much at least. They prefer the sound of their own voices, they'll be trying to impress you is all."

"Impress me?" Yelena asked.

"Yeah, hope you warm up to them so one day they can invite you to their snobby parties." Yelena chuckled as she glanced out of the window, knowing there was a lot of truth to what you said.

"And what are those like?" She enquired curiously.

"I wouldn't know, I've never been invited." You said simply. You had gotten over that a long time ago, gotten used to being forgotten. Yelena clearly hadn't though.

"It will be an honour to turn them down." Yelena said. You shook your head and smiled at her. That did sound pretty nice.

When the cabin came into sight between the trees your nerves spiked. You figited in your seat and bit your lip when you saw some of your family gathered outside, their attention instantly on you. You shot Yelena a quick smile which she returned before you got out of the car.

"Y/n! So nice of you to come." You mum said as her eyes flickered to Yelena more than you. She opened her arms for the shortiest hug in human history before turning to Yelena. "You must be Yelena, we've heard so much." You mum insisted as she brought Yelena in for a hug too.

The blonde raised her eyebrows at you over your mum's shoulder and you bite back a laugh. The others came over to greet you and mainly Yelena in a rush, overwhelming both of you.

"You too will be in the upstairs bedroom on the left." Your mum told you as you went to grab your bags. You did a double take, convinced you had heard her wrong. That was the best room in the house. A big difference from being in the small room in the basement every other time you had been there.

"First one on the left." Your dad confirmed. There was no way your parents were going to be in the basement so you wondered who else had been moved around but didn't ask, knowing whoever it was wasn't going to be happy.

You and Yelena made your way up to the room and you couldn't help but smile at the sight of the spacious room and the door you knew led to your en suite.

"That was...a lot." Yelena summarised as she said her bag under the bed.

"I would tell you it gets better but I don't want to get your hopes up." You sighed as you got a couple of things out.

"It's just a few days." Yelena said despite the fact you should have been assuring her.

"Yeah." You nodded and stared down at the floor. "Now c'mon." You suddenly said as you took ahold of Yelena's hand and laced your fingers together. You missed the startled blush that crept onto her cheeks when you turned around.

Your family were sat outside whispering amongst themselves when you returned. Their interested gaze fell to your entwined hands in an instant.

"So you work with the Avengers?" Your brother, Dalton, said as soon as you both sat down.

"I do." Yelena said as she continued to hold onto your hand.

"Must be crazy, what are they like?" He enquired.

"They're good." Yelena said simply. Everyone clearly expected something more but Yelena pretended not to notice making you smile.

"I almost did business with Stark once, decided against it in the end." Claire announced proudly. You and Yelena exchanged knowing glances. Stark had told you all about his encounter with your sister, it definetly wasn't her turning him down.

"I was invited to one of his parties." Anna said quickly. "I was busy that night unfortunately."

Bull. Shit.

"Yes I remember working with Doctor Strange when he was still in the medical profession." You gave Yelena an I-told-you-so look as your family erupted into conversation over who had the most contact with the heroes. That had to be a new record of how quickly they started talking about themselves.

They continued like that until your mum called everyone in for dinner. The food smelt undeniably amazing as you took your place at the table next to Yelena and eyed the dishes infront of you. Your parents efforts to impress the blonde weren't all that bad.

Your family continued to catch up and and you and Yelena half listened as you ate. They were all doing as well for themselves as ever and still hadn't learnt any modesty.

Although you were proud of your siblings for what they had all achieved, Yelena had stopped four potentially devastating bombs going off in the space of half an hour a week before but she wasn't going to bring that up anytime soon. Eventually though, the attention turned to you to bring you out of your silence.

"And you're still working in that little café, y/n?" Your mum asked curiously.

"I own it, mum." You corrected quietly as you stabbed some pieces on your plate.

"Ah yes, quite the contrast though, isn't it. Between you two." She said as she pointed at you and Yelena with her fork. You didn't say anything to that because you felt there really wasn't anything to say in response. It wasn't like you hadn't thought that exact thing every now and then.

"The team loves it." Yelena said suddenly making everyone, including you, look at her in slight surprise from speaking up. It hadn't taken your family long to learn Yelena wasn't much of a talker, not to them anyway. You couldn't get her to shut up half the time. "At least one of us goes everyday. If we're lucky we all can. Nothing beats it." She defended simply before turning back to her food to show she wasn't going to say anymore. You smiled down at your plate at her words and the truth of them.

No one said anything in response, clearly shocked from this new information until Dalton spoke up.

"But doesn't Stark like fancy, top of the line, restaurants? I can't imagine him in some random coffee shop, no offence sis." He nodded towards you though you knew he didn't mean it. He couldn't let you have just one win.

"That random coffee shop has catered some of Stark's parties. Not that many though." A smug smile crept onto Dalton's face as he opened his mouth to make a snarky remark but Yelena cut him down again. "Because y/n's invited to the rest as a guest and a close friend." Your family stared at you with open mouths.

"You've been invited to Stark's parties?!" Anna exclaimed. In your defence, your family never wanted to hear about your life so you never got the chance to tell them anything.

"It's not really my crowd." You shrugged. "I just go to hang out with them after." Dalton's jaw clenched in annoyance and he didn't say anything for the rest of dinner. It was only really your mum who kept talking. Telling everyone about her latest travels that fell on death ears.

It was certainly a first for your family.

When everyone had finished their food you and Yelena excused yourselves and said goodnight before retiring to your room. Yelena shut the door gently as you collapsed onto the bed on your back and glared at the ceiling. The blonde shuffled around quietly to get her toothbrush and toothpaste and some other things you weren't really paying attention to and went into the bathroom.

When she came back out she was in her bedclothes and lifted your feet off the floor to turn you so you could fully lay on the bed. You smiled at her weakly.

"You should go get changed." Yelena said as she got her laptop out her bag. "Then you can pick a movie." She announced when she had gotten under the covers and started her laptop. You smiled more and nodded.

You tried not to think about your family and everything they had said at dinner as you got changed but it proved difficult. Everything they had said echoed around in your head but most of all you couldn't shake the disregarding ways they said it. It was as though you could do no right with them. Maybe they would never be proud no matter what you did.

You placed your toothbrush back I'm the holder and rinsed your mouth before heading back into the bedroom to an awaiting Yelena.

You got under the covers next to her and rested your head on her shoulder as you glanced at the Netflix screen and pointed to one of the comedy movies. About ten minutes into the movie Yelena spoke. "You okay?" She whispered as she continued to look at the screen although that wasn't where her focus was.

"Yeah." You whispered back.

"Promise?" She said after a second." You moved your head away so you could see Yelena clearly.

"I'm so glad you're here." You said honestly. She smiled and nodded as her eyes searched yours.

"I'm glad I'm here too." You knew Yelena wasn't glad she had to spend the time with your family. She was glad that she could support you despite their efforts to bring you down. You were incredibly lucky to have her.

You rested your head back on her shoulder and neither of you spoke for the rest of the movie. Or the rest of the night. You must have fallen asleep about half an hour in.

Yelena wasn't much of an intimate person. She made the odd exception with you and Natasha, but always seemed to refrain or hold herself back from being too close to you. So when you woke up and couldn't tell where your limbs started and Yelena's ended, you were surprised to say the least.

You were resting your head on her rising chest and had your arm slung across her stomach. Your legs were tangled together and her arms were holding onto your waist. A warmth spread through you and you decided to settle back into her hold and closed your eyes with a content smile.

You had about ten minutes to enjoy that before Yelena woke up. You could feel the moment she realized you were so close, she physically froze. You waited in anticipation for something for several moments until your friend very slowly unhooked her legs and guided your body to lay against the mattress and pillows as she slipped out of bed towards the bathroom.

You sighed when you heard the door close and rubbed your eyes slowly, knowing you should get up but wishing more than anything that you could return to how you woke up.

"Morning." Yelena croaked when she left the bathroom and saw you sitting up in bed.

"Morning." You said back with a smile and tried not to focus on how ridiculously attractive her voice sounded.

You gathered some random clothes into a bundle and went into the bathroom to change again and brush your teeth. When you came out Yelena was pulling her shirt over her head and gave you a generous view of her toned stomach. Your face heated up when you saw it and you turned away to pretend you hadn't seen when Yelena noticed you.

"Don't make a sound." Yelena warned. You glanced up at her with some confusion. "I don't think your family's awake yet, that means we get the kitchen to ourselves." She grinned and you did too.

You and Yelena had gotten so used to getting up early for your jobs you forgot other people would still be sleeping. It was hard to break out of the habit but it proved useful.

The pair of you made a quick breakfast and ate it outside thanks to the warm weather even at that time. But soon enough your parents came downstairs and ruined the peaceful atmosphere with the clanging of pots and loud convosations.

You wandered around the side of the house and saw the old table tennis table that bad been folded away years ago and hadn't been set up since. You went over and started setting it up when Yelena joined you and eyed the table with a glimmer of mischief.

The blonde was the most competitive person you had ever met, you learnt that over a simple game of snakes and ladders years ago.

"You played this before?" You asked convosationally.

"I have." She said as you both automatically took up your positions of opposite ends of the table.

"Me too." You said confidently. "A lot." Yelena hummed in acknowledgment and swivelled her bat in her hand and stood ready. You smiled at her seriousness for the game.

You served surprisingly well for someone who hadn't played in a few years and Yelena was able to hit it back with ease. Once you had developed a steady pace you started hitting the ball more daringly to Yelena who was caught off guard before she started doing the same.

The moment you missed the ball a smug grin started on Yelena's face, her arrogance stopped her being aware of you suddenly sending the ball back her way until it was too late.

"That wasn't fair!" She exclaimed childishly.

"That was tables tennis." You said seriously but started smiling again. Yelena rolled her eyes and flipped you off as she trudged back to the table and served the ball with force. You managed to send it back but took a step away from the table in caution.

You continued like that for a while. The competition tension rising as you picked up the pace, one of you occasionally getting a point before the other evened it out.

At one point you were vaguely aware of Dalton sauntering over to see what you were doing and arched his brow at the sight of the table.

"We still have this thing?" He questioned and you hummed quietly in response, too focused on the game.

"Hey Claire! Get over here, we're playing table tennis." You rolled your eyes at the intrusive and could sense Yelena refraining from doing the same until an idea popped into your head.

You caught the ball in your hand and smiled at Yelena's protests as you moved round to her side of the table just as your sister came out.

"I didn't even know we still had this." Claire laughed as she picked up another bat from the box.

"Maybe we should take it back with us." Yelena whispered to you and you bit your lip to contain your smile because yes, yes you should. Inevitably, your siblings sucked at table tennis.

You had suspected as much you just never thought they would be as bad as they were. They missed almost every hit and everytime they did they got increasingly angry, which meant they ended up flaring their arms around like idiots. It was a memory you would be sure to treasure.

"Stupid game" and "probably broken" kept echoing across the table until your siblings finally stormed off to throw a tantrum.

The rest of the day went by quietly. You and Yelena sat by the lake for most of the afternoon to enjoy the sun and heat. You reveled in the most recent memories of your siblings embarrassment and had to keep hushing down to childish whispered whoever one of them was nearby.

Surprisingly, dinner went by peacefully too. You weren't asked anymore questions at the table. Instead, your family were content with talking about their upcoming plans between stealing glances at you and Yelena that the blonde never failed to notice.

The pair of you slipped off to your room the first moment you got and easily fell into bed besides one another. Yelena picked out a horror movie instantly making you groan into her shoulder as she giggled.

She settled down beside you and within the first few jumpscares she slowly wrapped an arm around your shoulder so you could sink into her further. You were barely paying attention to the film after that.

Despite the chilling scenes of the film, you couldn't help but want to melt under the warmth of your best friend. You hoped it was something you got to experience more, you felt safer than you ever had in Yelena's arms.

Little did you know that having you in her arms was the most comforting feeling Yelena had ever experienced.

You had thought waking up in Yelena's arms the morning before had been the best thing to awake to. But that day when you woke up not only were your legs tangled together again but the blonde was slowly stroking your hair while your head rested on her chest. It was a gradual gesture that maintained a perfect rhythm and made you want to fall back asleep. But you were afraid you would mistake it for a dream later on. No, it was definitely real.

Luckily, your head was already tilted upwards slightly so when you secretly opened your eyes to risk a peek at your friend you saw her staring out the window as though she was in a trance. She was clearly so deep in thought she hadn't noticed you wake up, you had never seen her like it. But the feeling was too good to ignore, too compelling.

Soon enough, you found yourself drifting off back to sleep.

When you woke up again Yelena was gone. Her absence left am emptiness you knew wasn't good for you. As the days of your visit went on your fake relationship with Yelena was going to effect you even more when it was over.

Over...you couldn't think about that.

Once you got up and got changed you found Yelena in the kitchen looking at the news on her phone as she sipped her coffee.

"Morning, honey." You grinned. Yelena blushed slightly into her coffee, something you thought was undeniably adorable.

"Morning yourself." She tried to play off smoothly making you grin more.

You made breakfast for you both just as your mum came into the kitchen and greeted you both with an overplayed smile, already talking to Yelena about an upcoming party that she should go to. Yelena mumbled something about a full schedule as you managed to whisp her away outside with your food.

Eventually, you and Yelena became bored with sitting around in the house when you had such amazing surroundings on your doorstep. You declared that you were going on a walk with the blonde and left before any of your family could invite themselves to go with you. Especially as you had told your friend to wear her swimwear underneath her clothing as you had a surprise for her.

You made a point of holding Yelena's hand as you left and once you were far away from the house went to take it back only for her to hold on tighter.

"You never know where they could be lurking." She joked as an excuse, so you starting swinging your arms playfully as to assure her you wanted your hands to stay linked together too.

You spent hours in those woods and was thankful for having a spy best friend who of course knew to pack the essentials like food and drinks so you could stay away from the house as long as you wanted. The blonde brought so much you were able to have a small picnic on top of a hill that overlooked the large lake that stretched out all the way back to the house. You remembered thinking up stories as to explain the strange shape and curves to it as a child.

"It's beautiful here." Yelena said as she picked some grapes from the bunch between you.

"It is." You agreed with a fond smile.

"I used to want to live in a place like this." She muttered, sparking your interest.

"In the woods?" You asked curiously and she nodded.

"I thought I could retire to the woods and get a small cabin and I could grow my own food and that was all I needed." You hummed with a smile as you studied Yelena's features.

"Sounds lonely." You thought aloud.

"I'd have a cat." She said simply making you laugh. "I never used to think that but now when it crosses my mind and I picture that life... I picture someone else there with me." You knew she was imagining it as she spoke and you wished you could see exactly what it was she wanted.

"We could always downgrade the holiday house." You half joked as you nodded in the vague direction of the house. "Make it a simple cabin."

"We?" Yelena asked hopefully, the emotion clear before she had a chance to conceal it.

"There's no one I'd rather run away and live in the forest with." You joked although there was a lot of truth to your words. The blonde considered you for a while before smiling and nodded as though she had reached her own internal conclusion.

"Come on." You said suddenly as you stood up and dusted yourself off.

"You want to go back?" Yelena asked and you grinned.

"I'm going to show you that surprise." You declared and packed the remaining food away. Yelena did the same, eager to see the surprise you kept secret the whole way.

It was quite a way back to the house. The whole time Yelena kept asking more questions about it but you wouldn't say. She could only make guesses based on the swim wear which should have left only a few options, non of which she got right.

Finally, you arrived where you wanted to and grinned at Yelena before starting towards the edge. The blonde frowned as she watched you approach the ledge and became worried when she invisioned the steep slope that didn't always lead to water straight down. If you were to fall... your friend didn't have to wait long to see that. You slipped along the edge and disappeared from her view as she gave a startled cry and sprinted towards the edge and knelt over with wide eyes, expecting to see something that could haunt her forever but instead she saw you on a wide ledge but seven feet below her.

To your left was part of the ledge that had been dug into randomly and acted as perfect aid to get back into the woods above.

"Come down here." You beckoned as you starter to take your top off. Yelena's eyes widened more and quickly turned around and dropped down next to you steadily.

She glanced over the side of the small ledge to glance at the fifty foot drop into the water. There was nothing in the way to fall onto but there was no telling how deep that water was.

"You can't go in like that." You laughed as you kicked off your shorts and pushed them to the side. Yelena's face heated up at the sight of you in your y/f/c bikini as you assessed the view. But even in her flustered state she was able to put it all together.

"You want to jump down there?" She exclaimed making you laugh.

"I've done it tones of times." You assured. "It's fun."

"It's a death wish! What if the waters not deep enough?" She questioned making you laugh more.

"Are you scared, Lena." You teased as you took a step towards her making her avert her eyes from your form. She scoffed to play it off.

"Of course not." You hummed in faux belief.

"Well then I'll see you down there." You grinned and took a couple of steps back until your feet were no longer on the platform and you were plummeting down towards the water where you landed with a splash.

Yelena held her breath as she waited for you to resurface for a few agonising seconds. When you did with a gasp and started kicking around frantically to keep yourself afloat with your built up adrenaline the blonde sighed in relief and started taking off her own shorts and shirt and placed them next to your things.

You've jumped from higher. She told herself as she rocked on her feet. With a harness! She argued back before she shoved those thoughts aside and threw herself off the ledge and into the water below.

You laughed as she came back up and pushed her hair away from her way. You swam closer to her and saw her wide smile.

"Fuck." Yelena whispered with a laugh as she looked back up from where you had both come.

"Told you it was fun." You teased as you tried not to focus on the low cut on her bikini bra.

"Yeah yeah." She laughed and adulterer when she looked past you and saw you were surprisingly close to the house. She could see the outline of your family sat outside.

"They're looking." Yelena muttered. You could tell by the look on her face who she was talking about. It wasn't like there was anyone else around either.

"Do you think they've caught on?" You asked nervously as you stared at Yelena's grey eyes to stop you looking at your family.

"Maybe..." She considered and glanced around. "It's not like we've been acting like that much of a couple." You scoffed at that.

"At home everyone assumes we're dating and the one time we need it be believable it isn't." You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the smile.

"I know." Yelena laughed for a second but then paused. "Then let's give them something believable." She gently placed both her hands on your waist and pulled you slowly towards her. You let her guide you and took extra notice of the water droplets across her face. You almost trembled when your bare stomachs pressed together in the water lightly.

Yelena's soft hands left your waist and gripped your thighs to pull you up to wrap your legs around her own waist. You couldn't help but giggle at the gesture as you wrapped your arms around the blonde's neck and held onto her waist with your legs in a lock.

"Can I?" Yelena whispered when she lifted your chin with her finger and her other hand came round the back of your neck.

"Just shut up and kiss me." You demanded with a playful smile and leaned in to do it yourself.

You smiled into the kiss and felt Yelena do the same. It was everything you had ever imagined it to be. Her lips were soft and fell into place perfectly against your own as they moved together.

You mind was hazey and your stomach was doing flips at the realisation that you were actually kissing your long time crush. You forced yourself to remember that it was all a show. That Yelena didn't mean it. But she put on a believable act and kissed passionately, even slipping her tongue through your parter lips to explore your mouth further.

When she eventually pulled away you rested your foreheads together to catch your breath and grinned as you closed your eyes.

"You're a really good kisser." You blurted out making Yelena chuckle.

"Not too bad yourself." She teased.

"I hope not, we're gonna have to do that again." You smiled and instantly realized that sounded like a confession you desperetly wished you could claim. "You know because...Once probably wasn't enough to make it entirely believable." You rambled and Yelena nodded somewhat stiffly and let your legs drop back down.

You wanted to say something to her, anything but it was all stuck on the tip of your tongue.

Just as you opened your mouth to speak, a small murmurarion of starlings flew across the lake, some of them skimming the water then gaining height again as they got closer to you and Yelena.

You both ducked instinctively as they flew over your heads and off towards the forest again as you watched them in awe until they disappeared. You glanced up at the sky and noticed the sun had gone behind a cloud, ableing you to continue looking up at the other birds higher up.

You kicked your legs up slightly so you could lay on your back and outstretch your arms to keep you afloat in the water so you could stare up at the sky without hurting your neck.

You didn't realise Yelena mimicked you until her hands brushed against yours. She withdrew it as soon as you touched and went to murmmer an apology but you smiled and held onto her hand as you both lay watching the birds.

Neither of you had to say anything. It was a comfortable and peaceful silence that was occasionally filled with birds chirping or the sound of a calm breeze. Of all the things you expected to feel on that trip, relaxed was not one of them. You stayed like that for a while until you were both snapped out of your daydreams by the distant yell that declared dinner. Well, you had to go back to them eventually.

Both of you took your time swimming back to dry land and only felt a shiver when you left the water and the breeze hit you. Yelena spotted and reached the towels before you and wrapped yours around you tightly. You thanked her with a small blush as you both sauntered up to the house where the mouthwatering smell of a barbecue greeted you. Your dad was leaning over it while shooing your brother away as he tried to offer his 'help'.

You and Yelena went inside to change swiftly and came back outside as the food was being placed on plates and your mum finished setting up the buffet.

Everyone starter helping themselves and you piled as much food as you could onto the plate. You parents had asked what food Yelena liked and when you gave them a brief list you added in a few things you knew you both loved.

"You gonna eat all that?" Anna asked as she eyed all the food on your plate. Guilt and insecurities washed over you until Yelena purposefully grabbed a large handful of small sausage rolls and put them on her plate that was piled with a considerable amount more food than your own. You smiled at the reassuring gesture as she sat down with a satisfied grin on her face when she saw Anna close her mouth to stay quiet.

"Thanks." You whispered to her as you sat down.

"If you don't eat all that I will." She declared. You were pretty sure she went back for seconds.

Instead of disappearing back to your room like you did the previous nights, you and Yelena stayed with your family for a while after dinner. It wasn't to do with their company, more the mesmerising fire in the firepit you all sat around. You were cuddled up into Yelena's side with a blanket over both of you as you stared at the flames, smiling at their small flickers and dances.

"So Yelena," one of your sisters began, "are any of the other Avengers...you know." She nodded her head in the direction of you both.Oh boy, you though.

"I don't think it's my place to say." Yelena said because yes, a lot of the Avengers were queer.

"Oh come on, you can tell us." Anna encouraged as she sat forward eagerly.

"I could, but I'm not going to." Yelena continued to defy.

"Lay off it guys." You mumbled but was ignored. Your family took it in turns saying her teammates names in hopes of sparking a reaction, clearly forgetting they were facing a spy.

"Stark!" Claire said but was instantly shut down by the others.

"He's married!" Dalton objected.

"Could still be bi though." Claire tried but Dalton just scoffed.

"I suppose there's going to be more surprises."

"What does that mean?" Yelena asked with narrowed eyes. Dalton met her gaze with his own challenging one.

"I just never thought one of the Avengers would be a dyke." You felt Yelena stiffen as you all held your breath. There was no way to tell what was going through the blonde's mind, especially as after all those years of friendship you still didn't even know what team she batted for. She was an ally at least, but would she see this as her battle to fight?

Upon getting no reaction, Dalton continued. "It makes sense why you'd hang out with y/n though, we always knew something was wrong with her but-"

"That's enough." Your mum snapped with a guilty expression she failed to mask. You swallowed hard and moved to get up, deciding you had heard enough.

"Then you're idiots." Yelena stated as she glared daggers at your brother while you sunk down.

"I'll have you know I have a doctorate-"

"Your idiots." She repeated. "There's nothing wrong with y/n, which is impressive considering she's grown up around you lot." You looked at your friend in awe as she continued.

"She's the most amazing person I've ever known, including any of the Avengers. She's everything that you're not and I'm lucky to call her my girlfriend. It doesn't matter what any of you think of her, I love her and I always will." She declared as shot daggers at each individual family member who had fallen silent. She took your hand and pulled you up from your seat to take you inside.

You couldn't get her saying she loved you out of your head. You reminded yourself over and over again on the way to your room that it was just an act. That the blonde was making her point. But God, how you wished it was real.

She was so gentle with you as she guided you through the house. When you got to your room and broke down sobbing she held you on the bed for a long time until your cries turned to sniffles. The thing was, you weren't sure what you were crying over. Sure, what Dalton had said had hurt. As did the confirmation that your whole family had always looked down on you. But you had known that was the case for a long time, you had moved on from it.

Instead, you may have being crying over what you didn't know and didn't have. How much of what Yelena said was true? It was all based off of something that wasn't real. What if she saw you the same way your family did?

When you stopped crying you became aware of Yelena gently stroking your hair as she rested her head on yours and held you close to her. You remembered the memories you had accumulated over the past few days with her. The kisses, the hand holding, the nights together, how she stood up for you like no one ever had. You loved her so much.

"I think we should go tomorrow." Yelena mumbled and you nodded into her shoulder.

"I'm not going to leave you though, you know that right? You can stay at mine and we'll watch more of those crappy American movies you like." She mocked lightly making you chuckle against her. "Whatever you want."

"I just want you." You said honestly. You knew you shouldn't have said that, but you were too emotionally drained to care.

"I just want you too, y/n." You pulled away from the blonde to look at her clearly.

"I don't think you know what I mean." You sniffer and she smiled at you fondly.

"I mean what I said earlier, around the fire." Your eyes widened slightly and you held your breath.

"It was all an act though." You whispered and Yelena chuckled as she exhaled sharply.

"No y/n." "I think I am inlove with you." She said as she took ahold of your hand and searched your face for any signs of a reaction to her confession.

"Me?" You questioned, not quite believing it.

"Yes you, idiot." You smiled and sighed in relief, not being able to find the words to express your overflowing happiness and numerous other emotions you couldn't quite pinpoint. You let go of Yelena's hand and brought them both up to cup her cheeks. You had done a lot more handholding than kissing in the previous few days. It needed to be evened out.

You closed the gap between you and kissed Yelena with just as much passion as you had in the lake, except all hesitation and questions were gone. Because you knew she loved you. Oh God she loved you. You grinned into the kiss at the thought and felt her hand fall to your hip while the other caressed the side of your neck in the most gentle manner you had ever seen from her. When you eventually pulled away you rested your forehead against hers, a smile still playing on both your lips.

"Told you we'd have to do that again." You said and and laughed. "I love you too."

"Well I hoped that wasn't a pity kiss." She joked and you smacked her arm playfully.

"It definetly was not and I'll prove it to you by taking you on a date when we get back." You promised as you sat back to look at her clearly.

"Oh yeah?" She asked with a playful smirk and leaned over so her face was inches away from yours.

"Yeah." You said back.

"Well until then, my real girlfriend should definetly just keep kissing me." She said as she pushed you down gently and kissed you again. You smiled against her gleefully.

"Your girlfriend would love to."

#yelena belova oneshot #yelena belova imagines #yelena belova imagine #yelena belova #mcu #marvel

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hihellogoodbyebruh · 4 years ago

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Just Me and You - Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Pairing: Rio Alvarez x Black!Plus size!Oc

Summary: Simone Dunn is a singer just trying to live her best life and make it through the obstacles that have been put in front of her. Living life in the city isn’t always easy. Life might be kicking her in the ass presently, but she kept a smile on her face regardless. Rio Alvarez is all about his business. He’s expanding up and out of just the money laundering business. He wanted it all. He was hooked from the second he heard her voice, but will her past and his enemies let them be together?

Warning(s): None really. It’s a meet-cute. They meet, it’s cute.

Word count: 2,026

Author’s Note: I’m not gonna lie, this story means a lot to me. I was never sure if I’d start posting it or not. Simone has been an OC of mine for a long time now and when the idea to pair her with Rio popped into my mind I knew it could be something very special. I hope you all enjoy the journey. As always questions, comments, and concerns are welcome! Might even start a tag list but we’ll see. Thanks for reading. xo

Rio stared out of the window, looking out at his investment. It had the perfect eye line for all the exits and it had the best view of the stage. Since he began flipping his game and moving up in the world he became acquainted with folks that had different tastes than him. The opportunity to invest in this club kind of fell in his lap. His new co-owner was a sloppy prick, but Rio couldn’t deny the club was bringing in a nice grip of money for him. He liked the anonymity of being a silent partner. Every two weeks he’d roll through, check up on the club, and collect some cash to put into his other businesses.

As he looked down at all the club goers, he was pleased to see the place was pretty packed. He was not happy to see the owner, Shaun, with two women on his arm. This wasn’t a social hour. He was here for business. Mick, his right hand man, was guarding the door and hadn’t moved an inch to let Shaun in.

“Hey man. Place is poppin tonight right?” Shaun greeted Rio as he tried to maneuver past Mick who only moved at Rio’s nod. “Enjoying your night? These are a couple lady friends of mine. Say ‘hi’ ladies.”

“Hi.” The two girls parroted at Rio, waving at him.

Rio didn’t bother greeting the women. “Get rid of the bitches man.”

“What?” Shaun asked, his tone confused.

“I ain’t gonna tell you twice.” Rio’s face hadn’t changed. He just stared Shaun down.

Shaun cleared his throat and whispered something to the ladies before they shuffled back out of the room. It was quiet except for the sound of the music pumping through the speakers.

“My bad man. They were sexy as hell though right? Can you really blame me?” Shaun tried to excuse, a smile on his face as he walked over to where Rio was standing.

As soon as he was within arms reach, Rio gripped the back of his neck tightly and pulled him close. He stared directly in his eyes. “Don’t ever bring nobody to one of our meetings again. I choose to keep you on, but that can easily be changed. Get my money and stop fucking playing with me.”

Shaun merely nodded and Rio let go of him. Shaun tried adjusting his suit and cleared his throat. He walked over to the wall that was furthest from the window and opened a panel in the door. He put the code into the panel and opened it up. There was a silver case inside that he pulled out before closing the door back. “Business has been better than ever. I was able to add a permanent residency here that has us packed every week. We may even be able to up prices a bit.”

Rio’s eyebrow quirked in interest at the man’s words. “Permanent residency?”

Shaun had set the case on the table and Mick opened it, starting to count the money that was inside. Rio walked closer to take a look inside and noticed that there seemed to be a couple more stacks than usual.

“Yeah. I’m still having different live performers come in, but people also like consistency. They like knowing they’re coming to hear quality music. And the pipes on this one? Massive. Doesn’t hurt that she’s gorgeous too.”

Rio would never admit it but he was definitely intrigued. “Who is she?”

Shaun walked back over to the window and smirked as he looked down. “Simone Dunn. Lucky for you, you came at the perfect time.”

Rio noticed the club music had shut off and people were clapping. As he walked to stand next to Shaun, a slow instrumental was playing. A soft spotlight appeared on the stage and the crowd’s clapping intensified. A giggle was heard over the mic.

“Aww, y’all are too good to me.” The woman’s voice was clear as day, but had an alluring quality. She had big black hair falling over her shoulders in waves. Her dress was pink and it gave a tantalizing view of her breasts as well as her full figure. Her skin was creamy brown and the outline of her ass was particularly appealing to Rio.

“We’re starting off grown and sexy tonight y'all. So if you’re vibing with someone, gon’ head and pull ‘em a little closer. I’m just tryna help y’all possibly end the night on a good note, if you know what I mean.” She winked at the crowd and people laughed as others hollered and whistled.

A familiar beat reached Rio’s ears, taking him back to house parties in his old neighborhood. He remembered talking slick to a fine girl as she danced on him, knowing she was gon let him fuck by the end of the night.

I'll always think of you Inside of my private thoughts I can imagine you Touching my private parts And just the thought of you I can't help but touch myself That's why I want you so bad Just one night of

The sultry sound of her voice traveled from Rio’s ears straight to his dick. He watched as her hips moved side to side as she gripped the mic stand. She was a temptress, an enchantress. Hell, she was a siren and her song was the one calling him home. Home being the absolute treasure he was sure is hiding between her thighs.

Can't get my mind off you I think I might be obsessed The very thought of you Makes me want to get undressed I want to be with you In spite of what my heart says I guess I want you too bad All I want is

Her eyes were locking onto different people in the crowd. She was working her magic on everyone. People were partnered up and there was lots of grinding happening on the dance floor. As she looked around, her eyes happened to dart up and land on his. She looked taken aback, but curious. She never once stopped singing and now it seemed like she was singing the words directly to him.

“She’s a beauty, ain’t she?” Shaun asked, but Rio ignored him. His eyes were still locked with Simone’s as she sang. A smile pulled at her lips and her cheeks felt hot so she pulled her eyes away from him to look back toward the crowd. She missed the quick smile that appeared on Rio’s face before he turned his back to the window.

“Have you had any trouble here? Fights? Anyone tryna shake you down?” Rio asked Shaun, who looked perplexed by the sudden topic shift.

“No. I would have called you right away. Like I said, things have been great. Should I be worried or on the lookout?” Shaun asked, his tone taking on a nervous quality.

“Nah, man. Just looking out for my investment. Enjoy your night with your lady friends.” Rio dismissed the other man and Shaun took the exit without hesitation.

“You think they know you got dealings in this place?” Mick asked, once Shaun was gone.

“No, but you can never be too careful.” Rio replied, eyes drifting back toward the stage. She had begun singing a new song. Something a bit more fast paced. “I wanna keep this place as legit as possible. We need something clean in case we run into some trouble. But I aint scared of them. I’ll deal with ‘em when the time’s right.”

Mick merely nodded his head as he finished up the count.

“Everything square?” At Mick’s confirmation, Rio walked over to him. “Go ahead and take everything back to the warehouse. Imma stay and check things out for a bit. Have a drink. I’ll call you in the morning.”

Rio headed down to the bar and got himself a shot of brandy. He nursed his drink as he finished listening to the performance going on. He was in the middle of texting some associates to set up meetings for the next week when applause broke out all around him. He looked up to see Simone walking towards the bar, blowing kisses as she went.

“Ji, baby! Please get me one last malibu pineapple and I’ll love you forever.” She exclaimed, taking a seat one away from Rio. He was watching her interaction with the bartender.

“You better already love me.” The bartender, Ji-hoon, retorted even as he went about making her drink.

“You know I do boo.” She winked, a wide grin on her face. “In fact, I love you so much that I’m leaving you a big tip tonight.”

“Are you trying to buy me? Cause I’m absolutely up for sale.” He smiled, sliding her drink over to her as he leaned on the bar. He glanced over at Rio and nodded his head towards him. “Hey, you need to be topped off?”

“Yeah, man.” Rio answered and Simone finally noticed him sitting there. Ji poured Rio another drink before getting distracted on the other side of the bar by other paying customers.

Simone made eye contact with him before looking down at her drink and swishing the glass around.

“You have a beautiful voice, mama.”

“Thank you. I appreciate that.” She looked up at him with a smile on her face.

“Interesting choice of song too. I know a couple people here gotta be happy about the assist you gave them.”

She laughed and shook her head. “Anything for my fans.”

“Anything?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Within reason.” She quickly added.

“So you’ll let me buy your drink, then.”

It was her turn to raise an eyebrow and she turned around in her stool to face him, legs crossed and her silver heels shining. “So you’re a fan?”

“I am now.”

“I’ve had an open tab all night and I just promised Jian a big tip.”

“Okay.” He shrugged, and her eyes narrowed.

“And what do you want in return for so graciously picking up my tab?”

A smirk appeared on Rio’s face and he slid one bar stool over to be closer to her. Their eyes never left one another. “I’d love to have a conversation with one of the sexiest women I’ve ever seen in my life.”

Her lights lit up in surprise and delight at his words. That soft smile of hers, returning to her face. “I guess I could swing that. So what’s your name?”

“It’s Rio, sweetheart. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Rio….I like it. I see you’re familiar with Shaun. Y’all friends or something?”

“Or something.” He answered, taking a sip of his drink.

“Or something. That’s not mysterious at all.” She joked.

“I aint no mystery baby. What you see is what you get.”

She snorted. “That’s what they all say.”

“Who?”

“Boys.” She retorted, finishing her drink.

“I’m all man and I’d love to demonstrate just how much of a man I am.”

She looked back over to him and there was a delicious smirk on his face. No one man should be able to look like that. It’s too much power. “Tempting, but I have plans.”

“At 2 in the morning?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

“Is that judgment I hear in your tone Mr. ‘I-Can’t-Say-How-I-Know-Shaun?’”

Rio had to chuckle. “You got me there.”

She checked her phone and sighed at the time. “I gotta go, but it was nice meeting you Rio. Hope to see you again.” She then asked Ji-hoon to hand her the bag that was hidden behind the bar.

“You will.” He asserted, wondering why she didn’t use the employee lockers he remembered being installed. The thought was erased from his mind by her leaning into his personal space. His hand immediately went to her waist and his fingers grazed the top of her ass.

“I’m counting on it.” She whispered in his ear, before walking away and waving at a couple people as she went. He watched her the whole time and it wasn’t until she reached the exit that she turned her head to look back at him. He knew he had her.

#rio good girls #good girls rio #black!oc #rio x black!oc #black!reader #rio x black reader #rio x plus size!reader #just me and you #hhgbyebruh fics

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nightswithkookmin · 4 years ago

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3 I don't think jk feels that way. He loves to protect jm why would he want jm to take even more heat by making things clearer to the fans? Not to mention except nibbling on jm's ear, tatoos & gcfs are not a clear indication of what jk feels he also hides behind art (wich is very subjective) to express his feelings and even denied jm being his main model. Even V has been more direct about writing songs about jm. So for him to be frustrated with jm would be unfair & hypocritical which idt jk is.

This post you mean??

I didn't feel the need to get into it directly because everything you said in here is based off of a misinterpretation of my post- the post in response to the Anon who said there seems to be a strain on Jikook's relationship, for context.

I never said or implied your premise, ergo your entire argument is pointless? Lol. If I had to respond to it, it would have been 'No. You didn't understand it correctly.'

Maybe you should read over it again?

I mean, no one else seem to have had that impression in the comments apart from you?What is it in that post that gave you that impression? Maybe I should read over it too... Damn.

I simply pointed out in response to the Anon, that JK seems much reserved in the way that he expresses himself towards Jimin mostly post JM's birthday. Which may or may not confirm my earlier suspicions about the whole JM birthday saga- which as I said, again, I don't want to make conclusive statements on because it's an on going phase and so it's a bit hard to reconstruct the timeline.

I said and meant and intended to mean, that if JM and the company or even BTS had expressed disapproval on JK wanting to post on JM's birthday then JK choosing not to express himself openly in regards to JM in the aftermath would be understandable. Jk seems like the all or nothing kinda guy to me- I've been saying.

They are either treating the glass closet as a glass closet or not. Which would mean JK stops his bold gestures and expressions towards JM and JM stops publicly doting on JK and expressing himself towards him in the way that he does.

But if JM is going to dot on him openly and express himself openly with regards to JK, then JK should be allowed to do the same- however way he prefers.

I didn't say I felt JK is frustrated because Jimin does whatever you are saying. All I said is I feel he gotta be frustrated if he cannot express himself the way that he wants to- especially given his personality and his background.

He often talks about not being censored much growing up as a kid and so he is used to having his way and doing things the way he wants.

My point being that Jimin expresses a certain level of 'nervousness' sometimes with the way JK expresses himself with regards to him. Especially since JK's 'bold' moves often times scratches against their glass closet to the point it can be considered 'outing.'

Jk posting on JM's birthday when he hasn't done that for anyone in the group since Jin's birthday last year would have been borderline "outing" considering. And as I said, I don't think that would have sat well with either Jimin or the group or even BigHit because it would raise a lot of brows and have people questioning whether there's more to Jikook's relationship.

Frankly, as I pointed out, given the circumstances people would raise questions over whomever he chooses to post for next regardless, especially if he doesn't post for anyone else after that- it would be world war Z up in these streets I tell ya. Lol.

JK has had his passions sabotaged over the years- his GCFs I mean, and this was one of the means he had to express his authentic self and his raw feelings as a person and as an artist. Expressing his feelings clearly is important to him as much as recieving.

And if he cannot express himself with regards to the person he loves in the way that he wants then that's got to be frustrating to him, in my opinion.

And when you think that the person he loves can get away with blurting out things like that 'the best thing in his life is waking up to see his boyfriend's face in the morning' in a middle of an interview then you'd understand what I mean.

The members booed at JM for that yes, but I don't think had JK said that, that they would have had the same reaction to him- did you see their reaction when Jk blurted out 'arrest me' when Jimin said he wanted to be a police officer or something?

That doesn't mean JM doesn't make similar bold moves that are equally risqué in regards to JK. Just saying he often gets away with it because majority of the fandom don't take him seriously at all, lol. They often dismiss his moves towards JK as fanservice or tie it to his "naturally kind and affectionate" personality.

As to whether that is fair or not- honestly I don't care. Lol. I'm more interested in observing their interactions to try to understand the motivations behind their actions and behaviors- which again, are all just theory and assumptions.

Honestly, I don't impose my judgment on Jikook's actions in that way. If I had to, I'll just say they are both wrong and they are both right and all is fair in love and war. Because I sort of understand the motivations behind these actions even if they are just theory.

But I don't do the JK vs JM business- which is what it seems you are doing here?

I keep saying they both have valid needs. JK's needs are not less valid than JM's needs. Neither is JM's needs less Valid. They both have valid motivations for the choices that they make. From my perspective.

They both have downsides and upsides and I am well aware of it. I just don't mind. I mean, they are human in every sense of the word.

JK fuming whenever someone breathes near JM but he himself being Mr roaming hands premium is double standards. If you don't want Jimin touching others don't touch others. It's as simple as that. JM playing Mr 'I'm available never been wed' when he knows damn well he is in a committed relationship with Mr double standards roaming hands premium is foul play.

They both suck. Lol.

Yet I don't mind at all. I love them regardless.

Besides, as I said, from the feed back I got it seems you were the only one who had that impression? I would have made a post to clarify it sooner if I sensed from the responses that two or more people had had similar impressions of it.

I usually don't hold myself responsible for other's comprehension skills and it didn't seem like you were asking for clarification either? May be next time ask for clarification if you are uncertain about anything instead? I don't know. Just do whatever makes you happy I guess.

There were certain statements you made in here that I found interesting regardless- the part dismissing JK's means of expressing himself but claiming V exresses his intentions better through his art....

You think may be V is able to talk openly about writing songs inspired by Jimin because there is nothing there to hide and his song lyrics aren't indicative of nothing?

I'm sorry but Friends seems like a very friend zoned conversation than a confession of romantic feelings to me.

I don't think JK wants to write a song about how Jimin is his bestfriend- Jimin would skin him alive. In my opinion. Lol.

Plus, when Tae tried to make a duet with Jimin the company (producer) allegedly didn't green light that project- I wonder why. Smirk.

Even as friends, there seems to be a limit they are allowed to go with their artistic expressions.

In JK's case, well Jimin have said he isn't really good at expressing his emotions and JK have admitted in recent times- in his Be Weverse Magazine interview that he is not particularly great at writing everything he wants to express.

Personally, before I heard him say this, I often felt he seemed to hold himself back a lot from fully expressing himself through his lyrics. He has a broad range of musical experience and honestly a rich lyrical palette from his various song recommendations throughout the years and I expected more from him when it came to his lyricism and expressions.

I don't take his lyrics for granted though because it is still one of the means through which he expresses his authentic self and after reading this bit about him, chilee I'm gone treat his lyrics like the gospel. Sorry Jesus. Lol.

I don"t know but perhaps he waters down on his expressions through his lyrics too- I mean there is only so much he can say without letting people into his inner psyche?

Dude had to sneak Stay past JM. Lmho. He's so cute.

The point I'm making is, you can't claim it is unfair for JK to use his art as cover to express his feelings for Jimin and then in the same breath praise another member expressing his feelings for Jimin through his art.

And the part about JM going out of his way and taking risks to break JK"s walls in their earlier dynamic... who asked him? Lol.

No seriously, who put him on that mission? He has his own Jikook agenda. I don't think he was doing JK a favor. Do you? I find that narrative problematic. Jimin is not a charity case. JK is not his 'console"ation price.

I don't think JK feels indebted to JM and I don't think he should. That's not love. I don't think Jimin wants his pity either. Again, that's not love.

Then the bit about JK protecting JM. I think I addressed it already. JM has a duty to protect JK as much as JK has a duty to protect him.

If him expressing his love for Jimin the way he wants to is him not protecting Jimin, then JM equally openly expressing his feelings for JK is him not protecting JK.

I won't hold this over you though because your response is based off of a misinterpretation.

Please let's not do the whole JK vs JM thingy next time. I get that a lot from my fellow PJMs here. Jikook are not enemies.

I had to respond to this because you said something about it not being fair that I didn't post the original Ask.

Please bare in mind you are Anonymous and it's hard to ask for clarification and stuff from y'all when I don't understand anything about the posts and comments you send in.

But at your end, I think you are in a better position to quote me and ask for clarifications if you want one. You don't have to. But I think it makes it easier to have certain conversations.

I enjoyed your thoughts. I haven't read them all yet but I will.

Stay safe. I purple you.

Signed,

GOLDY

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jeonjeonggukenergy · 5 years ago

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summary ~ in search of wine at a party that’s so not your scene, you run into jungkook, the weeb from your film class, and become determined to learn just how much he lives up to his big reputation.

pairing ~ jungkook x reader

genre ~ fluff, light smut w/ more to come - college!au

wordcount ~ 1.7k

warnings ~ light smut, drinking/partying, mentions of dick?, basically just making out, feat. long hair jk :)))))

a/n ~ this is my first time posting a fic!!! costume idea inspired by @ddaenggtan‘s iconic weeb-ass jk in chasing butterflies lol, and I got the idea to write this in general from wondering what a scenario like @joonbird‘s literally flawless fic passionfruit would be like from the opposite perspective bc I kept reading it (and rereading it...and rereading it...) and loving the connection but I’m much more like joon in that au than the reader oooop. anyway thank you to all the writers on here whose work i have loved and my friends who have encouraged me and made me bold enough to embrace such a fun new creative outlet xxx u know who u are :’)

next: chapter 2 | chapter 3 | chapter 4 (coming soon!)

~ read on ao3 ~

CHAPTER 1 ~ dress up

You never intended to end up at this Halloween party. You didn't even know who to expect to see here, other than your roommate's friend from high school, the host, who had invited y'all as a package deal even though she knew you didn't really do parties. At least not ones like hers, where every bedroom ended up occupied by the end of the night and nearly no one went home alone. Thrilled to break out of your lame group of friends for a taste of flirtation and fun, you tried to relax into the scene but the unspoken expectation of casual sex intimidated you the tiniest bit.

Speaking of casual sex, there was Jungkook.

Used to admiring him from afar in your "14 Films To See Before You Graduate" class, you paused to take in the sight of him in what you supposed was a more natural habitat. Everyone knew Jungkook got girls, thanks to the rumor his first freshman-year hookup had started about his seriously impressive dick. He had a beautiful body too, carefully crafted muscles obvious even beneath his usual baggy black clothes, so as the more intimate rumors spread and various co-signers confirmed every detail from length to curve to (you had always hated this word, but...) girth, getting a piece of all that became a badge of honor among the girls in your grade. You had never really understood how the awkward boy who hid manga under his desk in class could supposedly be such a sex symbol, but you almost felt bad for him. That kind of reputation following you around everywhere couldn't be all fun and games. If anything, though, it had intrigued you even more about the rest of him, all his little weeb quirks and the way he debated your points in the discussion boards like he actually cared. He wasn't exactly studious in general, but he clearly loved film and you enjoyed speaking up in class just to see how he would jump off of your observations. You hadn't really talked to him other than that, but he didn't seem to be talking to anyone else tonight either. From the corner, you let yourself appreciate the way his nervous hands tugged at the skinny black tie of his costume, freeing more of his throat from a thin yellow button-down shirt.

At least you no longer felt overdressed in your Nancy Drew outfit. The retro headband, brown loafers, and bookish plaid knee-length skirt set a much more sophisticated tone than most other ensembles you'd seen, but Jungkook's weeb ass had basically worn a full suit to channel Spike Spiegel from Cowboy Bebop. With his grown-out hair tousled and a navy pinstripe jacket cinched tight with two strips of electrical tape over his tiny waist, you couldn't deny that he rocked it. He leaned against a long plastic table left in the hallway, bobbing his head to the music in the next room and adjusting the too-slim suit pants around his thick thighs. His translucent cup stayed hidden behind a hip until he raised it quickly to his face for another sip of...red wine? Probably Franzia, knowing tonight's crowd, but anything was better than beer. You made a beeline for the one boy with taste at this party, your sole mission now to get wine drunk, sneak some Usher throwbacks on this playlist, and drop it low enough to leave some dude hard on the dance floor. #wastehistime2019, yknow.

"Hey!" You got his attention, grabbing the hand with the cup before he could lower it out of view again. His eyes grew comically wide and his mouth formed an "o" in shock before you demanded "Where is the wine?" and he pressed his lips back into a line, stuttering.

"I-I-I'm sorry, I just brought a bottle because the beer here sucks but I think it's all gone by now, I tried to hide it but yeah anyway you can have the rest of this one if you want though." Wincing at his own ramble, he ruffled the retro pouf of his hair with one hand and proffered the plastic cup in another. Both actions highlighted how pretty his hands were and you were just slightly tipsy enough to thread your fingers over his in the also-pretty black waves falling over his yep-still-just-as-pretty cheekbones.

"Aw, it's okay, I don't want to take your wine. No more liquid courage for me," you grinned, dotting the lightest kiss on his nose. It was an innocent gesture, but as your face naturally lowered so your noses touched, leaving your lips centimeters away from each other, something snapped—in him.

His wine discarded on the table, a hand curled around to clutch your ass and you practically felt his tongue before you felt his lips. Slamming your body abruptly into his, he nudged a thigh between your legs to grind it up on your center and as your arm got caught between your bodies, the tension you sensed filling his frame gave you pause. You pushed him away gently but firmly with the hand already flattened against his rock-solid abs. Looking down at the slight space restored between y'all, you removed his hands from his hair and your ass and laced them in yours to guide him back against the wall.

"I...what was that?" you almost giggled. You definitely weren't trying to laugh at him, but you couldn't hide your surprise at this first potential proof of his fuckboy reputation.

"I'm—" his whole face crumpled, both from the simple sting of your seeming rejection and the possibility that he had broken a boundary or forced himself on you against your wishes, which made him so sick he could barely face you. Squirming under your light hold but not quite resisting, he rambled again: "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to force myself on you or anything, don't worry I would never try anything if you didn't want to, I just figured we might as well get to the point if you did because, uh...when girls touch me like that or even talk to me at these things it's pretty much always just because they...want to."

"Jungkook," you breathed, pulsing your hands over his in reassurance. He squeezed his eyes shut, still distraught, and when they opened, you had craned your neck to meet his averted gaze.

"I never said I didn't want to."

His eyes widened again. "Uh...uh...then..." he trailed off, never having needed to directly proposition a girl like this before. He really had been inexperienced before the rapid escalation of college, and was at a loss for how to get to the good stuff from here via anything more eloquent than a rushed "Wanna fuck?" You shook your head silently, nose grazing his again, and let go of one hand to cup his face with care, like he was something precious you were scared of breaking.

"What? You want to get right to fucking me?" you murmured into his ear. He shivered at hearing you curse for the first time, freed from the constraints of class discussions and closer than he ever guessed you'd get to him. "Is that really what you want? Or is it what you think I do? Because if it's alright, I think I want something better. For you."

You pressed a new kiss to his nose, only slightly stronger than the one that had started all this. He held his breath and his untouched, open mouth trembled as you scattered soft introductions of your lips across his forehead, to his temples, over the scar that sliced his cheekbone. Finally inhaling a skittery heave of your shared air as you passed closer to his lips, he forced it back out in frustration when you ducked away to nudge under his jaw instead. Returning your hand to his hair, you grinned, enjoying the spike in his pulse under your thumb and skipping the tip of your tongue lightly over his neck right up to the earlobe. You lifted the choppy ends of his waves away from the dangly silver hoop they hid, tensing the strands just slightly between your fingers in an inability to hide your glee. Something told you this was going to drive him crazy.

Taking a slight detour to suck his pierced lobe between your lips, you responded to Jungkook’s low moan of surprise by wedging your tongue through the first oversized hole and letting your teeth clatter over multiple rings of metal. He was trying so hard to stay pliant under you, but the tease of slight pain in a new and unusual spot made him want your mouth more, anywhere he could get it. No one had ever spent this much time tracing so few inches of skin.

And so many girls had buried his face in their necks, craving evidence of an encounter with the Jeon Jungkook, that a strange kind of empathy caught him off guard when you showed him how good it could feel to receive. You connected your lips to the hollow right under his ear, feeling the tendons stretch as his head lolled away from you. Working him through a cascade of light gasps, you stepped away satisfied once you had sucked a dark bloom to the surface. He watched you leave with his mouth agape and chest heaving, unable to believe you could just walk away with a wave and a "See you in class!"

But you did, and he would.

"Shit!" he swore, a shaky hand darting straight to the spot. Now he had to keep his hair long for at least another two or three days. If he showed up to discussion on Monday and had to watch you admiring your work on his skin, he would probably just die on the spot. And that would not be very Spike Spiegel of him.

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#jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #jungkook fluff #jungkook x reader smut #bts smut #bts fic #college!jungkook #college au!jungkook #bts college au #jungkook #jeon jungkook #bts jungkook #my writing #anti-hero #anti hero

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ravenprentiss · 5 years ago

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Bold of SVU to assume that ONE yoga retreat in Costa Rica was all the therapy Amanda needed to get over Patton.. Smh

That whole scene with Dr. Alexis Hanover and Amanda really goes against that idea thouhh. Like.. Yeah, Amanda said she's over it but she's said that before (Forgiving Rollins, 16x10) and it wasn't true. I mean, the woman walked out of therapy, before she was even called in mind you, because she couldn't face what had happened.. Couldn't bear to discuss it. So who's to say that she followed through with therapy after she came back? No one knows for sure that she did, Amanda's always been so adamant that she's fine and that she's over it, but is she really?

That scene between her and Dr. Hanover actually gives us a lot, and I went back and rewatched that scene at least twenty times to confirm. Here's what I picked up from that brief scene:

1) The tramua is still there, as raw as it ever was.

And yes, the tramua will always be with her just as it will always be with Liv or Fin. But for Amanda it's a bit different, let me explain.

Amanda is definitely more emotional.. More raw and traumatised than either Benson or Fin.

All three went through something traumatic in their lives. For Liv it was being abducted by William Lewis, for Fin is was seeing his mother get shot and die and for Amanda it was Charles Patton overpowering and raping her. They each show emotion and pain when they speak with Alexis, Liv even having to pause to drink some water so she could continue, but Amanda's is so heavy that it's sort of hard to watch.

She remembers the TV playing in the other room, how she tried to just focus on that until it was over.

She remembers how hard she was banged against the headboard, so hard in fact that she was bleeding.

Her hands are visibly shaking and she's moving around quite a bit in her chair, uncomfortable. Her eyes are rarely open while she's speaking, they're closed instead and her voice does crack a few times. She's scared she'll start crying.

2) When she first walks in and meets with Dr. Hanover this was the dialogue:

"I've read a lot about tramua informed questioning"

To which Dr. Hanover responds:

"That's great.. But this is about experiencing it for yourself"

And Amanda's counter reply:

"You want me to pretend to be a victim?"

Now, here's what I got out of that. Amanda obviously does not see herself as a victim, which she's not.. She is a /Survivor/ and that's a very positive thing.. Extremely positive actually. Very uplifting. That's not my issue.. My issue is that we've seen her deny that she was /ever/ a victim before (16x10) and that her case was something that wasn't worth pursuing (13x08, Educated Guess)

She wouldn't be "pretending" anything.. And she knows this deep down, but this blonde is stubborn to the point of insanity and literally waits until Dr. Hanover spells it out for her.. And even then she hesitates to talk about it at first.

If she had been going to therapy this whole time, she wouldn't be /this/ effected by it anymore. I'm not saying she'd be numb to it.. I'm saying that she'd have talked through it enough that talking about it again wouldn't result in such strong and raw emotion.. She's clearly still so shaken by it that there's no way she's been going to therapy. She's just been ignoring it, pretending it didn't happen just like she's always done.

Think about it this way: Homegirl literally ran from Patton and the tramua he inflicted on her. He was the entire reason she packed up herself and her dog to make the long trip from Georgia to New York, the two states are not exactly neighbors y'all. Then when she gets to the Big Apple, she pushes it down.. Develops destructive coping mechanisms. Georgia Peach is traumatised is what I'm saying.

Listen, Amanda has come a long way.. An extremely long way. And she's strong as hell. But she's not over Patton, that's just the facts. Unfortunately this is probably all the development she's gonna get this season as usual.. But who knows? Maybe they'll dedicate at least part of an episode to her fully ready to sit down with a therapist, or at the very least Olivia, to talk about everything she's been keeping bottled up inside. Because she's clearly keeping a lot of emotions locked inside of her and one day, that gasket is gonna blow.

#law and order svu #olivia benson #amanda rollins #svu #svu fandom #just gonna leave this here #kelli giddish #mariska hargitay #svu spoilers #why do i do this to myself #svu21 #fan theory #just a theory #crime drama #forgiving rollins #she doesnt get enough character development #and this is me trying to give her some #amanda rollins deserves love too

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musings-on-bucky-barnes · 5 years ago

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Q&A Part 3 with Owlet about The Infinite Coffee & Protection Detail series

Here is Part the Third of Owlet answering questions about The Infinite Coffee & Protection Detail series and also about her other writing. Some of the questions are from readers of the first Q&A, and some come from a Tumblr post of suggested questions for writers.

Warning for discussion of rape.

OWLET'S NOTE:

Thanks for all the cheers and good wishes on part 2! I'm glad people think the behind-the-scenes stuff is interesting and not just me being a windbag.

I was delighted that so many of you seem interested in my novel! It's not available anywhere yet: I still have to find an agent, and who knows how the heck long that's going to take? (I am NOT cut out for self-publishing.) But I certainly hope it'll find a home. If you want to keep up with me on tumblr (vmohlere) or twitter (virginiamohlere), I assure you that when such time comes, I will scream about it a LOT.

Pink floaty hearts, y'all.

Reader questions:

From EssayOfThoughts:

I know that you say that you like to imagine AOU doesn't exist, but I will admit (because I find Wanda deeply compelling and the twins story as a whole very interesting) that I've wondered a lot about how your Bucky would deal with the Maximoff twins? Like, on the one hand there's Wanda's ability to mess with minds, which he'd hate, but simultaneously (at least according to the AOU prelude comic) the twins was effectively radicalised by HYDRA while they were pretending to be SHIELD and expected to be their weapons which is not wholly dissimilar to Nat or Bucky. So if you're willing to acknowledge AOU just enough to ponder this I'd really like to know your thoughts! If not, of course, I understand.

Wanda’s not a character I’ve given much thought to. You’re right that her abilities would freak Barnes out. But he has a strict policy of observation before reaction, so he would give them a chance. And they’re so young (and so broken) that his protective instincts would kick in. I think they could probably count on some wary kindness, along with a dose of irritation at Pietro’s shenanigans.

From Ev42:

Thing I can't stop thinking about today: babies. Specifically, Bucky + baby = ???

I personally am a sucker for "Steve knows nothing, Bucky's a pro" thing re: babies. Mix that up with the Mission and the Briefing and what would we get? I keep think about, idk, maybe Sam has a niece or nephew, or one of the Olds has a grandchild or grandniece or something, and I just really want your thoughts on Bucky + baby... Please?

Barnes would be too worried about inadvertently hurting an infant to be willing to touch one, though he likes the directness of slightly older kids.

If in the presence of Steve trying to deal with an infant, the Briefing would definitely have a lot of commentary about everything he was doing wrong.

From Fred1085:

I guess if I had one question though it would be: Do you always see Bucky existing as Barnes, the Briefing, and the Mission, or do you see a time in his future in which those aspects of him would be more integrated. Not through the magical Asgaridan science, but through his own force of will/healing?

He definitely does become more integrated over time. The Mission is a protective identity, and as he needs it less, it recedes. The Briefing is literally his memories, which he does recover many of over time, though that’s a long and painful process. There’s a lot of regression throughout the long-term forward progress. But he keeps some of the habits, like “confirm” and “deny.”

MusingsOnBuckyBarnes:

After “This, You Protect”, the Mission went to ground so to speak for a bit and Bucky was distressed at its loss, at it not communicating with him. But over time as he heals and it recedes, he wouldn’t be so upset?

Exactly. When the Mission’s going quiet is part of the organic process of healing, he misses it but isn’t upset by its loss.

From stentorian_lore_n:

Did Bucky and Steve ever make a donation to Sam's VA?? :)

Yes, of course! But Sam had to be bullied into buying a better chair for himself, because he wanted all the money to go to programs.

There’s a lot of red tape involved with how much money the center can receive in donations, so Steve & Bucky give that much each year, even much later, when Sam does in fact move to NYC to become an Avenger.

From englishghosts:

Also, since you're taking questions, I'd like to ask you something. (TW RAPE)

Although Bucky suffering sexual abuse and torture "for fun" during his time with HYDRA makes perfect sense in my head (70 years in the hands of powerful white men who had complete control over him, it's difficult to imagine nobody got ideas), especially with the imagery of the bank scene, it's something we don't see that often in fics outside certain areas of fandom. I'm really glad you included this, because for me it not only makes it more realistic, but also it brings an extra layer into Bucky reclaiming himself and being comfortable with touching and his feelings for Steve. So the question is what made you decide to include it in this fic?

Like you say, powerful men with a powerful man under their complete control, over the course of 70 years – to me, it’s a given that among the many abuses he suffered was sexual abuse. It was always part of the character, for me, one of the many layers that he needed to work through to reclaim both his body and his self.

I started to think that the romantic-physical relationship with Steve was an inevitable part of Barnes’s healing process, because he and Steve really just do love each other SO much. The more I thought about it, the more I could see that given the style that I’d set up, writing Barnes’s reactions to things kind of obliquely, would be SUPER FUN for writing about bodies and sex. I cackled my whole way through writing that section.

And, you know, there were a lot of commenters who were like “hey man where’s the smut?” – a few of them NOT SO NICELY. I’m glad I stuck it in its own section, though, because I know there are also a lot of people who like to only read the gen parts.

From Selkieinthesea:

How did you come up with the curses? My favorite is “Lenin’s pickled scrotum.” It makes me laugh every time I think of it. I’d use it, but I have toddlers so then I’d have to explain what pickling is, what a scrotum is and why you’d pickle one.

That is a mystery and a blessing from the part of my brain from which jokes arise. Every one of them delighted me. “Lenin’s pickled scrotum” hearkens back to college jokes in Russian History class about how they embalmed Lenin with a mixture of Twinkie filling and maraschino cherry juice, and of course scrotums are always hilarious, I don’t know how people who have them even deal.

from Ev42 (about the fic “Love Is for Children”):

Nicholas. Anything to do with Nick Fury? Bc I think that'd make his faking-my-death-without-telling-Natasha sting that much more. Ouch.

I'm trying to imagine how Nicholas meeting the gang would go. I... have no idea? Barnes would bake, of course, but what? The Olds would be happy. Barton already knows. I guess I'm just trying to figure out what the hurt/happy ratio for the rest would be

I actually have a tiny bit of this written out – it was originally going to be another piece of ICaPD, but I couldn’t get it to have any kind of arc to it, and the pacing was just BALLS.

Anyhow, yes, Nicholas is named after Nick Fury. His sperm donor is no one of import, and the only one of the Avengers who knows about him is Clint.

The snippet I never wrote involved Bad Guys kidnapping Nicholas & Steve/Barnes/Nat/Clint/Sam going on a rescue mission.

In this universe, Nat & Clint have a couple of Barton-Romanoffs, of whom Nicholas is the first (Clint adopts him). Tony & Pepper likewise have several kids in this universe.

The remaining questions are from a “Fanfiction Writer Asks” Tumblr post by criminal-minds-fanfiction:

Do you prefer writing OC’s or reader inserts? Explain your answer.

I haven’t written a reader-insertish kind of thing since I wrote a Duran Duran scifi AU when I was 14 years old. Original characters are where it’s at.

What is your favourite genre to write for?

Fantasy, for sure. Tho romance tends to worm its way into most of my stuff.

If you had to choose a favourite out of all of your multi chaptered stories, which would it be and why?

I think This, You Protect has better pacing than The Long Road Begins at Home, and writing it helped me fall back in love with writing.

If you had to delete one of your stories and never speak of it again, which would it be and why?

Um. Maybe my Loki poem? Tho I don’t think it’s necessarily bad.

When is your preferred time to write?

First thing in the morning, tho I’m grateful to be able to write almost any time. In the past couple of years, I've gotten into writing into the notepad on my phone, so I literally write any- and everywhere.

Where do you take your inspiration from?

Absolutely everywhere.

In your xxx fic, what’s your favourite scene that you wrote? [Any of your Bucky fics]

The chapter of Team-Building Exercises where Barnes & Pepper go to France is something I’m so proud of. I think I did pretty well with the action and the pacing in that one, and I love writing Pepper.

Their first Thanksgiving, with the Sandwich of Suffering, is also a favorite.

In your xxx fic, why did you decide to end it like that? Did you have an alternative ending in mind? [The Long Road Begins at Home]

It was always going to go Thanksgiving to Thanksgiving.

If you write OC’s, how do you decide on their names?

ARGH NAMES. What a pain. Second only to titles in terms of terribleness. I try to roll a few names around and chew on them until I find the one that feels right.

Do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them?

I have notes for 3 more sections of Infinite Coffee and Protection Detail – one that’s pure fluff, one that’s an action scene, and one at the very end of their lives. But I dunno. For one thing, the last one is unbearably sad. And I don’t really have Barnes’s voice in my head anymore. I think it’s time to be done.

More about the action scene is answered in response to a reader question in the previous section. The Sad Ending is just too far off in tone that it doesn’t fit the series at all, so let’s leave it in a dark drawer. But Barnes & Steve live for a very long time and remain faithful to the successive generations of their Avengers family. And when they go, they reach the end of the line together.

The fluff scene is CAT JACK and will post on Friday, June 7. (it's not a full story, just a snippet)

Are there any stories that you wished you’d ended differently?

The epilogue chapter of This, You Protect has some cute jokes, but it’s pretty weird, and I kind of wish I’d left it off.

Do you prefer listening to music when you’re writing or do you need silence?

Depends on the day. I definitely like music when I’m Pondering, though.

How do you feel about writing smutty scenes?

LOVE IT

Do people know you write fanfiction?

People know about my MCU fic, yes.

What’s your favourite minor character you’ve written?

That’s like asking about my favorite child!! Hill is definitely up there on the list, though. Hair Club in general was fun to have around.

Has anyone ever guessed the plot twist of one of your fics before you posted it?

I wish I could remember what it was, but yes. That was really fun.

If you could write only angst, fluff or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why?

Smut, because I think the best smut is also really emotional, so it’s not like cutting out angst, fluff, or anything else.

xXx

The link to the full list of questions for fanfic writer is here:

http://criminal-minds-fanfiction.tumblr.com/post/172926526725/fanfiction-writer-asks

(EDIT: link appears to be maybe-broken?)

#infinite coffee and protection detail #ic&pd #q&a #warning for discussion of rape #bucky barnes #owlet #reader questions

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mrsjaxtellerfan · 5 years ago

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Coming Home (Jax x OC) (Chapter 16)

Hey guys! Here’s another chapter for y'all.

Warnings: Talks of sex

Chapter 16

“So.” I say, looking at Kelsey. “How are things with Chibs?” I ask winking at her.

“Nothing is going on. We are just friends.” Kelsey blushes.

“You want a baby, he wants a baby. OH MY GOD YOU TWO FUCKED!”

“Say it louder so the people in Africa can hear you, Ari!”

“You guys fucked! Oh my god! Wait until I tell Jax, he totally won the bet.”

“Ari, you can’t tell Jax.”

“Ummmm…. He already knows.” I laugh, looking down at my phone.

“Ari! God this is why we don’t tell secrets! You nor I can keep our mouths shut!”

“I didn’t tell him he just told me.” I reply.

“Show me.”

“Look, bitch!” I laugh.

“That lying bastard!”

“Don’t be too hard on him. I bet you Jax figured it out just like I did.”

“Chibs is pretty open about our sex life.”

“Oh, so there’s a life.” I wink.

“Yes. There’s a life that you don’t know squat about and if Chibs tells Jax I will cut both of their balls off.”

“Bitch, you are going to tell me right now! I’ve heard stories about Chibs and I need to know if they are true.”

“Tell you what you’ve heard and I will confirm or deny.”

“Well, I could just ask Chibs to tell me when we go get our pedicures.”

“I will cut off his balls if he tells you.”

“Baby, he’s my best friend, best friends tell each other everything.”

“Baby, you’re my best friend and I didn’t even tell you about that time I shanked Michael Ingleson.”

“Yeah, I didn’t say you were a good best friend!” I laugh.

“That hurts me, Ari.”

“Oh, hush you. Now stories!” I laugh, swatting her leg.

“And that’s everything .”

“I can’t believe he let you do that, and with Tig.”

“Dude, Chibs will literally try anything in bed!” She laughs.

“Next you’re gonna tell me that you shanked him too.”

“No, I like him too much to hurt him

“Oh that’s so fucking sweet! I LOVE IT!”

“Don’t worry, I’m not a sweet person too often.”

“OH MY GOD! Talking about sex life, guess what Jax and I tried.” I exclaim.

“TELL ME BITCH!” She yells back, excited.

“Okay, so the other night we got super high and of course we had sex. Well, let’s just say we opened my birthday gift early!”

“What did he get you!? DETAILS, BITCH!” She squeals.

“We used sex toys, I swear I’ve never came so hard in my life. Jax is huge and knows how to use it and the extra little bit of clit action was insane. I seriously came harder than when Jax made me cum 7 times.”

“How’d he manage that!? I seriously can’t believe you are the same little, never had an orgasm, Ari.”

“Jax makes sure I always cum. He’s amazing, I swear.” I laugh. “He really wants to have a threesome so I’m thinking about going through with it.”

“Oh my god! Do it! Who you going to do it with?” She asks.

“I don’t know, yet. We thought about asking you, because I’m comfortable with you, but now you and Chibby are a thing. I want to have sex with Juice or Chibs if we are being honest.” I laugh.

“OH MY GOD! Foursome!” She exclaims.

“I don’t know, Chibs is pretty territorial and so is Jax. You should’ve heard him threaten Rat when you wore those shorts.”

“Nah, he admitted he finds you attractive as hell. I don’t think he’d be opposed.”

“I don’t think Jax’d be for it.” I reply.

“True, Jax doesn’t seem like the type that would be okay sharing his girl with another guy.” Kelsey laughs.

“The same for Chibs. I thought he was gonna shoot Rat. I swear you bent over on purpose.”

“I may have.” She smirks.

“You little slut.”

“I’m his little slut in bed!” She retorts.

“Oh you nasty!” I laugh.

“Hey! Ari!” Lyla yells, spotting me and making her way over. “Hi, I’m Lyla.”

“Hi, I’m Kelsey.” Kelsey replies, holding her hand out.

“What are you girls talking about?” Lyla asks, with a smile.

“Sex lives.”

“Ohhh my favorite kind of talk!” Lyla laughs.

“So Lyla. I only know a little bit about you. Tell me more.”

“Well, I’m Opie’s Old Lady. I work in girl on girl porn. I have a son. I’m from the area.” Lyla says, waving the waiter over.

“Oh my god! What’s it like? To work in porn I mean.” “Kelsey you can’t ask crap like that!” I exclaim, smacking her arm.

“Nah, it’s fine. I like it. I make good money and I don’t have to deal with men. It’s not bad!”

“Do you fake it or actually cum?” Kelsey asks, leaning closer. The waiter, a cute, young, probably college kid, walks up behind her. “I mean getting eaten out by girls all day sounds like it would be exhausting. I mean, I’m down for being eaten out at literally any time, but I feel like it would just be too much.”

“OH MY GOD! KELSEY, SHUT UP!” I yell, bursting into laughter at the sight of the boy’s face.

“Oh shit! I didn’t realize there was anyone around me!” Kelsey laughs.

“I didn’t mean to sneak up on you.” The waiter blushes.

“Can I get a dirty martini? You guys drinking?” Lyla asks, glancing at us.

“Hell yes! I want 3 tequila shots, and a peach marg.” I say, looking to Kelsey.

“Fuck it! I’ll do 3 tequila shots as well, and a watermelon marg. Keep ‘em coming!”

“Wait! Instead of a dirty martini can you bring me a strawberry marg and I guess 3 tequila shots as well?” Lyla asks.

“Sure thing. You guys want any food?”

“Mozz sticks!” I exclaim.

“YES!” Lyla and Kelsey shout at the same time.

“Be right out!” The waiter smiles, walking away.

“So, to answer your question. Yes, it does become too much. I fake every single one. It sucks sometimes, because after a lot of filming I don’t feel like having sex with Opie, because I’m just desensitized.”

“Damn, that sucks! Did Ari tell you that Jax was her first and he was also the one who gave her her first orgasm years later?” Kelsey says, turning the attention to me.

“Oh that’s so sweet!” Lyla exclaims.

“He’s amazing, he’s always down for sex, anytime I want, and he for sure makes me cum as often as he can.” I laugh.

“What positions do you use? I like being taken from behind.” Lyla says.

“We use lots of different positions. I like being on top or being taken from behind, he hits my G-Spot with every thrust in those positions.” I reply.

“We’ve been trying new positions a lot.” Lyla says. “Have you guys tried the downward dog?”

“Shit, I wish I could get Chibs to try something new.”

“Woah, hold on, catch me up here, Chibs?” Lyla asks.

“Bitch, don’t you lie. You just told me how chibs is always willing to try new things!”

“Okay, true, I just wanted in on the conversation!” Kelsey laughs.

“What kind of stuff do you guys do?” Lyla asks, leaning in closer.

“The regular stuff. One time though, I told him I wanted to…”

“Here’s your drinks ladies!” The waiter from earlier says, returning to the table, our shots and margs with him.

“Thanks, cutie!” Kelsey says, winking at him.

“You’re welcome!” He blushes, retreating to the kitchen.

“SHOTS!” I yell, grabbing one of my shots.

“If I were single, I’d tap that booty.” Kelsey says, making us all giggle.

“You’re a nasty bitch!” I laugh. “He’s probably like 18.”

“Legal!”

“Touche.” “Plus, bitch, I know you'd try to as well!”

“Nah, I like my men older.” I laugh.

“Clearly I do too, but I like sex. I’m a hoe.”

“I like sex with Jax.” I laugh.

“The same man who sat on a cactus in sweatpants?”

“Fuck off! I totally pushed him.” I laugh, pushing her.

“The way you pushed Dani into that Josh kid, look where they are now.”

“Yep, and look where Jax spends most of his time.”

“Push me next. I need some of that magic.”

“WHERE DOES JAX SPEND MOST OF HIS TIME?” Kelsey yells.

“Between my thighs!” I laugh. “I’ll for sure push you, girl!”

“Smooth, Wilson, smooth!” Kelsey laughs.

“Like butter!”

“Chunky butter.” Kelsey scoffs.

“It’s still butter.”

“Touche.” Kelsey laughs.

“So Lyla, how are the kids?” I ask, changing the subject.

“Good! They are all settling into living together.” Lyla replies, sipping her marg. “Do you have any kids, Kelsey?”

“That’s good.” I reply.

“Not a single fucking one. But I want one, so bad.” Kelsey frowns. “I’m honestly considering a sperm donor or IVF or something.”

“Take your time, who knows, Chibs could be the one.” Lyla says, with a smile.

“I don’t think Chibs wants another kid. I’m surprised he didn’t make someone come here with me to ‘keep me safe.’”

“Give him some time, he had a rough go of it.” I say.

“Does he not understand that I stabbed someone? Stabbed. With a knife. Myself.”

“This kind of danger is different, love. I wouldn’t want to drag anyone into it.” I say, sipping my marg.

“How different? I’ve been in a lot of questionable situations, Ari.”

“Just ask him.” I reply. “So, more shots!?” I exclaim, trying to change the subject.

“Every time I try, he just gets angry and tells me I wouldn’t understand.”

“I get it, Jax did the same thing at first. Now, though, I know everything as it’s happening. You know, Jax is next up for Prez?”

“Because you’re kept in the loop. I hope he gets it, he deserves it.”

“Thanks. I’m kept in the loop because Jax knows I can handle it. Give Chibs a little time to realize you can handle it too.” I smile.

“Do you think that maybe once he realizes I can protect myself he’ll stop getting Rat to try and follow me. He waved at me yesterday.” Kelsey laughs.

“Nope, it’ll be like that forever!” Lyla and I exclaim.

“God, I hope not. I can only handle him following me for so long, then it just becomes a game of cat and mouse.”

“Now, can we take some more shots?” I ask, waving the waiter back over to order another 4 shots for myself and two more margs.

“Hey cutie, can I get a grilled cheese and a side of you?” Kelsey asks, winking at the waiter.

“Shut the fuck up, Kelsey!” I laugh, swatting her arm. “This is sexual harassment!”

“Nope. Harassment at its finest, but who are they gonna believe, me or him?”

“You’re a rude bitch!”

“Remember that creep that worked in the caf in high school. Everyone said he quit. I told the principal that I saw him staring at me, and I didn’t like it. They fired him. Granted he never looked at any of us. But the guy was still a creep.”

“You really are a horrible person.” I say, glaring at her.

“Yeah, that’s what happens when your grandma raises you.” Kelsey replies, looking down at the table. “You know my dad was never around, and my mom died during childbirth.”

“Changing the subject before we fight.” I say.

“Good plan! Have you decided on dress styles?”

“Yep, I already got ahold of my designer friend that works for me and sent him my ideas and he’s working on it now. Sophia’s dress too.” I say, downing my 4 shots and waving the waiter over.

“Fancy. But what about Jax, what’s he gonna wear?” Kelsey asks. “He can clean up, but I don’t think he even owns a suit.”

“He’s wearing black dress pants, nice shoes, and his Kutte.”

“Jax has nice shoes?” Kelsey asks, turning toward the waiter. “I’m still waiting for my grilled cheese!”

“I bought them. I made sure the pants fit his ass nice too.” I laugh, the alcohol starting to hit.

“I’m ordering 4 more shots when he brings over your grilled cheese.”

“No more saggy baggy pants Jax for one day?”

“Yep, I’m slowly throwing out his baggy jeans too. I like to see his ass. I swear that man has an ass you can bounce quarters off of.” I laugh.

“It is bubbly and nice.” Kelsey turns back to the waiter. “I would like my grilled cheese sometime today!”

“Yes! It’s literally amazing! Don’t be rude, this place is packed.”

“Bro, there aren’t that many people in this section.”

“Bro, shut the fuck up. He’s new. Jax and I come here for lunch a lot. Today is his second day.”

“It’s not his fault, it’s the kitchens. I could probably make it myself, but I don’t think they’d let me back there in heels.”

“You are an impatient bitch. Look he’s coming.”

“Yay! My grilled cheese!” Kelsey exclaims.

“Can I get 4 more shots and 2 more margs?” I ask, smiling at him.

“Sure thing! You ladies need anything else?” He asks Lyla and Kelsey.

“I would like a pitcher of water and a straw.” Kelsey says. “I don’t need a cup. Just the pitcher I can share.”

“I would like water as well.” Lyla says.

“Y’all are done drinking?” I ask.

“No, I just ordered a pitcher of water to stick my face in.” Kelsey replies sarcastically.

“Oh my god, really!?” I ask.

“It’s how I test new makeup products, gotta see if they can hold up in the water.”

“Oh fuck! I didn’t know that was the way you did it! Does it normally hold up?” I ask.

“The good ones. The cheap ones don’t.”

“Stop fucking with her.” Lyla laughs.

“I’m serious, but I actually ordered a pitcher of water because my doctor says I’m dehydrated. I hope to be fully hydrated by the time I leave here today!”

“Well, i’m going to keep drinking.” I laugh, downing the last of my shots.

“Have fun!”

“I fucking will!” I laugh.

“Speaking of fucking, I’d totally bang the waiter though.” Kelsey laughs.

“OH MY GOD!” I screech.

“What? He’s legal, and I don’t mean ours, look over there. The tall one, with those muscles.”

“Oh fuck! He’s hot! But I have my Jaxy and y’all haven’t seen him naked. Literally takes my breath away sometimes.”

“Well Sophia did tell me about that one time the guys were teasing him. It’s “oh my god” big.”

“It is OH MY GOD big! He is like not even kidding like 10 inches and my hand can’t fit all the way around him. It took me a bit to get used to how big it is.” I conspire.

“I would kill for a cock that big to fuck me once. One time, Ari. Why do I always get length but not anything else. Do you think muscle guys is big?”

“I bet it’s tiny, he for sure uses ‘roids.” I laugh.

“Probably. But a girl can dream, right?”

“Opie is pretty big, not as big as Jax.” Lyla joins in.

“Look at you guys, having men with big dicks.

“I’ve heard Chibs is pretty big.” I say.

“It’s All length. There’s nothing more.”

“Fuck Bobby. He is massive, little bit smaller than Jax.” I laugh.

“How would you know, Ari? You measuring dicks now or something?”

“Yep!” I laugh. “No, Juice told me it was huge when he had to help him to the bathroom.”

“Chibs would kill me if I fuck someone else. What about Juice? How big is he?”

“Juice is pretty large. He for sure got hard while I was cuddling with him.”

“Length or girth?”

“Both.” I reply.

“Oh. Tell me more about this Juice character.”

“Well, I’d guess he’s probably 8 or 9 inches and like a bit smaller around than Jax.” I reply.

“I didn’t mean his dick! His personality, you twit!”

“Oh. He’s so cute! He’s super sweet too! Super good with Sophia. I totally wanna fuck him.” I laugh.

“I’ll fuck him! I volunteer as tribute!”

“You have Chibby. I’ll fuck him and let you know. I’m still working on Jax about a threesome with Juice.” I laugh.

“I know, but I’m not fully satisfied. I don’t know what to do, Ari. Don’t get me wrong the sex is good, but I just don’t feel anything. It’s like that time during 7 minutes when I got paired with Sebastian. And he’s gay.”

“Like emotionally don’t feel anything or sexually?” I ask.

“Sexually for sure. But I’m not sold in the emotional part either.” Kelsey replies.

“Well, fuck. I don’t know what to tell ya man.” I sigh.

“Not even a ‘good luck with your future endeavors’?”

“Nope, I love Chibs, I don’t know how to help you with how you’re feeling.” I reply.

“Maybe I should just tell him? But I don’t want to hurt him, he’s been through enough.”

“Good idea. If you aren’t into him then you just aren’t. Tell him before it gets too far because if you hurt him I’ll hurt you.” I say, seriously.

“How far is too far? I need to know so I can make a timeline of the best possible time to tell him.”

“Tell him tonight.” I snap.

“But I thought we were having dinner at your place, with all of his friends.”

“I can’t lie to him. I won’t be able to keep my mouth shut. He has been an amazing friend and I’ve known him since I was a kid. Tell him.” I retort.

“Okay. I’ll just tell him after dinner so its not awkward.”

“No, before.”

“Okay.”

“Good. I need more shots and another marg.” I wave the waiter over ordering 4 more shots and 2 more margs.

“I’d like more water.” Kelsey says, batting her eyelashes and smiling at him.

“Coming right up.”

“You drank a whole pitcher of water, how do you not have to pee?”

“Yep, gotta pee like a bitch now.” Kelsey laughs.

“Oh. And here I thought you had the bladder of a camel in high school.”

“That was high school, this is adult life.”

“Last round?” Lyla asks.

“Yeah.” Kelsey replies.

“No! Keep drinking with me.” I whine.

“I can’t, I need to be as sober as possible for this conversation I’m about to have.”

“I have to film a scene in 30 minutes.” Lyla says.

“You’ll do great. I have to pee. Don’t drink my water.”

“Promise.” I laugh.

“I know you won’t, Ari. You hate water.”

“I love water!” I laugh.

“When you’re high.”

“Okay, you going to call Jax to come get you?” Kelsey asks, walking me toward my car.

“Yes, and I’m going to make him take me home and fuck me before dinner.” I slur.

“I can stay and wait with you. Make sure you don’t do anything irrational.”

“JAXY! Hi baby! I need a ride!” I yell, when he answers.

“Is someone with you?”

“Yes, but she’s leaving, and I drank a few too many margs.”

“Ask her if she’ll stay until I get there.”

“She will. You have to be the one that comes though! Don’t send the prospect.” I yell.

“Why can’t I send the prospect. Chibs will kill me if something happened to Kelsey.”

“Because I need you! I want you to fuck me!” I yell, getting stares from the passerbyers. “What you staring at?”

“Okay, What about Kelsey, she rode with you.”

“She’s going back to Chibs, and she’s taking my car. You are driving me home.”

“Alright. I’ll be there soon, darlin’.”

“Good because I’m turned on and I need you like now.” I laugh.

“Lower your voice, Ari. People are staring.” Kelsey says.

“Oh well! I have a hot as fuck fiance, and we have an amazing sex life!” I yell.

“If I could leave you here, I would.”

“Do it. Jax is on his way.” I laugh, thrusting the keys in her hand.

“Jax would kill me, and I hope to not die before 30.”

“True.” I laugh. “Oh my god Jax on his bike is hot as fuck.” I laugh as Jax pulls up besides us.

“I’ll bring your car back tonight since mine is parked at yours. Bye Ari. Bye Jax!”

“Bye! Thanks for staying with her.” Jax responds, helping me with the helmet.

“Anytime. I’ll see you tonight for dinner.”

“Baby, you are so wasted.” Jax laughs, pulling my shoes off.

“I know. Fuck me.”

“You are drunk though. I don’t want to take advantage.” Jax laughs.

“Can I tell you a secret then?” I ask.

“Sure thing, darlin’.”

“Kelsey told me she’s disappointed in the sex she’s been having with Chibs.”

“Chibs told me he is too! He doesn’t feel like they are good for each other.” Jax responds.

“She’d totally bang Juice. She doesn’t want to hurt him. Maybe they can remain friends.”

“He was thinking about trying to set her up with Juice, he is looking for someone a bit older and who doesn’t want kids.” Jax gossips.

“I thought Chibs wanted kids.”

“I guess we were wrong. He doesn’t think he should have any more.”

“No, that doesn’t make sense. He deserves a kid. I have to stop them from breaking up!”

“No, you don’t. They don’t want to be together and we need to stay out of it.”

“But Kelsey’s happy. What if we set her up with Happy! He wants kids!”

“I think Kelsey and Juice like each other. Juice wants a family.”

“Everyone likes Kelsey. Happy wants a family. He told me so.”

“Baby, stop. Let her and Juice talk.”

“She’s my best friend. I just want what’s best for her.”

“I think Juice is good for her. They would make an amazing couple.”

“Is juice gonna threaten the prospect when he stares at her when she’s wearing shorts? Everyone was staring at her booty though. Even me, but only just a little.”

“Baby, he already did. I knew you liked her booty.” Jax laughs.

“It’s a nice booty.”

“I bet she’d appreciate the comment.”

“OH MY GOD! Before she gets with Juice we should have the threesome.”

“I don’t know, she’s breaking up with Chibs right now. I would hate to thrust her into sex again.”

“Trust me, she’s up for it.” I laugh.

“But right after a breakup?”

“Fine, lets ask Lyla then.”

“I can’t do that to Opies old lady, he’d stab me.”

“Opie can watch me and Lyla together. We don’t need you. You can watch too.” I laugh.

“I’m hurt, babe.”

“I really want to have sex with a girl, with or without you, before we are married.”

“Ask Kelsey. I’d bet she’d eat you out.”

“I bet she would!” I exclaim.

“So it’s settled. Just wait for her to see where things go with Juice.”

“Wait, are we going to have a threesome with her or is it just me?”

“Foursome?” Jax asks.

“Seriously!?” I gasp.

“Yeah. I’m not about to let another guy fuck you, but it’d be hot. We can make it work.”

“Wait, why can’t Juice fuck me? You can fuck Kelsey. I don’t even care.”

“Because you’re mine, and I don’t like to share. And I’m not fucking Kelsey, she’s like your best friend. It’d be awkward.”

“Fine, can Juice touch me at all or you guys just going to watch Kelsey and I?”

“Maybe. I haven’t decided yet. Now let’s get you to bed before dinner.”

“Well, I want Juice to eat me out if we do this. Actually, I want you to eat me out right now.” I laugh.

“If you get your ass in bed I will!”

“Going!” I yell, running upstairs.

“So.” I ask Kelsey. “How’d things go with Chibs?

“We are good. Turns out he was going to set me up with Juice anyways.”

“And Jax thought you’d want Happy.”

“He’s cute but he’s too brooding.”

“Wait until you see him with Sophia. Mr. Brooding turns to mush.”

“Awww, that's adorable.”

“Not nearly as adorable as Juice and Sophia. Juice was the first one Sophia let talk to her.”

“Really? Did he have food?”

“Yes, they shared PB&J.”

“That’s why. I taught her well.”

“She says she wants to marry Juicey when she grows up. She has a crush.”

“I thought she and Tommy were married?”

“They are, apparently you can marry more than one person if they offer you different things.” I laugh.

“I don’t think that’s how Polyamory works.”

“You try explaining that to Sophia. She is convinced she can marry Juicey. If you watch them she tries flirting with him and it’s the cutest thing.”

“Where did she learn to flirt?! That sounds so cute!”

“Jax and I flirt in front of her, I didn’t realize she was picking it up.”

“That’s why she ain’t getting anywhere. Jax can’t flirt for shit.”

“You haven’t seen him actually try to flirt. He’d have you dropping your panties so fast your head spun.”

“Has he noticed you throwing away his jeans yet? I don’t think I’d drop my panties for Jax, I’m into the guys with a foreign background.”

“Trust me, when I came back I didn’t think I’d be dropping my panties either.”

“Didn’t you drop your panties for Lylas man first?”

“Oh fuck off.” I scoff.

“Anyway, has Jax noticed his jeans disappearing?”

“No.” I huff.

“You’ve been replacing them with better fitting ones? What’s up with these guys and loose pants? I swear Juice is like the ONLY one of these guys that wears pants that fit.”

“He hasn’t worn the new ones yet. He just thinks I’m buying him new pants. I honestly don’t know! It’s like I want to see your ass! Juice has a nice ass too!” I laugh.

“He knows he does, and he shows it off. Just move the other ones to the top of the pile, he’ll have to wear them then.”

“I’m going to do that.” I laugh.

“Think he’ll notice?”

“Oh yeah for sure. He will complain his pants shrunk.”

“Tell him the dryer did it.”

“I’ll just tell him I like seeing his ass in his jeans.”

“That’ll work too. We should probably actually make it look like we are doing something productive.”

“True. I’ll finish chopping veggies.”

“I’ll finish dessert.”

“You always do the dessert.”

“Yeah, I like making it.”

“You like eating it.”

“So do you, chubby.” Kelsey laughs.

“Yeah, I do. Bitch.”

“Jerk.”

“Cunt.”

“Motherfucker.”

“Asswipe.”

“Asshole.”

“What are you guys talking about?” Jax asks, walking into the kitchen.

“We like to insult each other. It’s how we show our love.” Kelsey laughs.

“We were also talking about your ass.” I laugh, leaning up to kiss him.

“And mine, and Juices.” Kelsey says smiling up at him from the pie.

“You asked her?” Jax asks.

“No, not yet.”

“Asked me what?” Kelsey asks.

“Jax wants a foursome.”

“Let me get some dick first, god Jax, why are you such a hoe.” Kelsey says, half joking half not.

“Hey, Ari is the one who want it. I just agreed.”

“Ari gets everything she wants. Let me get laid and get back to me, okay.”

“Hell yes she does.” Jax smirks, smacking my ass.

“I’m gonna go where there's a little less love in the room. Where Sophia?”

“With Juice, outside.” I smirk.

“I’ll be outside then.”

“Hook, line, and sinker, remember!” I yell after her.

“Ari, I think we upset her.”

“Probably, but she will get over it.”

“I don’t know. Anyway, what’s for dessert?”

“Pie.” I laugh. “Or me if you’d prefer.”

“Baby, I can’t eat you at the dinner table.”

“Well, you could.” I laugh.

“I’m not gonna show everyone your pussy, Ari.”

“True. You can have your dessert after everyone leaves and the kids go to bed. I say on the table.”

“Maybe I want a snack before that.” Jax says, grabbing a baby carrot.

“Hmmm…. I think that could be arranged.” I smirk.

“Come on, the kids are with one and a half trusted adults, and no one is set to arrive for 45 minutes.” Jax smirks.

“Fuck yes!” I yell, pulling him toward the stairs.

“So how did it go with you and Juice?” I asked Kelsey, who was making her fancy pie topping, because she’s a culinary genius.

“I don’t know, he didn’t pay me much attention. I don’t think he’s interested.” She sighs.

“You could fall back on Happy. He speaks Spanish. I think Juice speaks Yiddish, whatever that is.”

“I saw Juice with Sophia, and I think I could actually like him.”

“Then I’ll make whoever move and you can sit by him. Talk to him without Sophia around. I can barely get him to pay me any attention when Sophia is in the room.”

“Sounds like a good idea.”

“Now, finish the pie and lets get dinner served. I want to have fun with my fiance here in a bit.”

“You can’t rush perfection. Do you have a lighter?”

“Yeah, in the drawer.” I say, pointing toward the bottom drawer.

“Do you guys seriously keep weed in the kitchen?”

“Yep. Then we don’t have to sneak upstairs when we leave the kids to go smoke.”

“You guy smoke with the kids around?”

“No, I mean when they are napping or someone is watching them.”

“Let me light this on fire and then we can take it out there.”

“Wait, at least wait until after we eat dinner.” I reply.

“Good point. Wouldn’t want it set aflame for too long.”

“So, Sophia, how’s Tommy?”

“We are taking a break. He asked Jenny to the first grade dance and not me. Juicey will you go with me?”

“I can’t, sweetie. I’m not in the first grade.” Juice said

“But we are going to get married.” Sophia whines.

“Sophia, you’re married to Tommy.” I say.

“I can marry two people, mommy.” Sophia huffs.

“No, honey, you can’t. It’s not legal in the state of California.”

“Fine, I’ll divorce Tommy.” Sophia says.

“Sophia.” Kelsey says. “I thought you loved Tommy.”

“But I love Juicey more.”

“But you married Tommy. You need to tell him that if you’re married, it’s not okay to go to the dance with Jenny.”

“Fine, but I’m going to divorce him and marry Juicey. Better watch out auntie Kels.”

“Sophia. Juice and I are just friends.”

“Sure.” Sophia glares.

“Sophia, I don’t know what you’re getting at, but I’d be pretty happy just being friends with Juice.”

“Fine.” Sophia huffs, turning away from Kelsey.

“Do you want something to happen between us, Sophia?”

“No.” Sophia snaps.

“Then play matchmaker. Who should I be with?”

“Happy.”

“This took a turn for the weird.” I whisper leaving over to Jax.

“Just go with it.”

“Sophia. Why don’t you stay out of Aunt Kels’s relationship life.”

“Mommy, I want Aunt Kels to be happy. With uncle Happy. Not Juicey. He was staring at her booty in those shorts. Juicey is my husband though.”

“Sophia.” Kelsey said. “You and Juice aren’t official yet. There’s nothing on paper.”

“You’re a bitch.” Sophia yells, pushing away from the table.

“As true as that is, I hate to say this, but I don’t think Happy and I would be happy together. I speak better Yiddish.”

“Sophia Jacqueline Wilson-Teller. You go to your room!”

“She is a bitch. She is being mean to me.” Sophia pouts.

“No, she didn’t say anything mean to you.” I say.

“You’re a bitch too!” Sophia yells.

“Sophia!” Jax says. “We do not call mommy a bitch.”

“Well her and Kelsey both are.” Sophia mutters.

“Well Yes, But we don’t tell them that.” Jax says.

“Go to your room, Sophia. You aren’t getting dessert.” I say, smacking Jax in the side.

“I need to eat dinner to get dessert.”

“Take your plate with you.” I order.

“Hank would never be this mean to me.”

“GO!” I yell. Sophia screams, throwing herself on the floor and kicking her legs.

“Sophia!” Kelsey says. “How can you expect to marry a man when you can’t even act like a woman?”

“FUCK YOU!” Sophia yells, kicking at Kelsey.

“No, honey. Go fuck yourself.”

“KELSEY!” I yell.

“I’m an adult.”

“DON’T TALK TO MY DAUGHTER LIKE THAT!” I yell, standing up.

“She shouldn’t have talked to me the way she did.” Kelsey yells back.

“I don’t give a fuck what she said to you. She is a child. Don’t talk to her that way!”

“Maybe you should teach your daughter not to act like an asshole.” “Maybe you should get the fuck out of my house and away from my daughter.”

“I like that idea. And I’m taking my dessert too.”

“Take it, it’s nasty anyways.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“Get the fuck out!” I yell.

“Bye.” Kelsey says, slamming the door on her way out.

“Sophia, go to your room right now!” I yell.

“I want to go with Aunt Kelsey.”

“GO!”

“Bye mom!” Sophia says, opening the door and walking out.

“GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!”

“No. You told me to go, I listened.”

“Sophia, I am going to beat your ass if you don’t go to your damn room.”

“KELSEY!” Sophia screams.

“FUCK IT! GO WITH HER! I DON’T FUCKING CARE ANYMORE!” I yell, storming back inside.

“I thought you’d never hurt me.” Sophia whispered, walking toward Kelsey’s car.

“Go back inside Soph.” Kelsey says.

“I can’t! She said she’d beat my ass.”

“Sophia. She isn’t going to hurt you. She was mad.”

“No! She promised me she’d never hurt me, and she just told me she would.”

“What about Hank? Isn’t Miley the lion going to eat him?”

“Yes.” Sophia whispers.

“Then I think you need to go back inside and make sure Hank doesn’t get eaten.”

“Fine.” Sophia storms inside and up to her room.

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thebrandings · 6 years ago

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The Oliver one just 💔 why are y'all so angsty? Anyway Ros reactions to a mc in the middle of a discussion saying "i wish i had never met you? Deep in a relationship 😘

Hello! I like the way you think, my friend. I’m glad you enjoyed the other angsty ask and I hope you enjoy this one, as well.

Thank you for the ask! 😘

Lily/Ollie/Oliver (She/They/Him) Oliver stares at them, immediately becoming silent as if they had just slapped him in the face. Hurt and doubt flash on his face as his mouth opens and closes, unsure what to say. “W-what.” He stutters, his eyes beginning to gloss over with forced held in tears. He hastily shook his head, stepping back and turning away from them. “N-no, we just need to take some time to think this through.” He says, glances at them with a unknown expression.

"I uh…I’ll just be right back.“ He says though he was already moving towards the door as if trying to escape from you, from the harsh statement. He pauses, glancing at them one more time. “Did you me-” He stops himself short, quickly turning away from them to stare at the door. He tries to wipe his eyes without them knowing but almost immediately after he sniffles. “I guess I’ll see you later.” He hesitates before adding, “I love you, lovey.” He clenches his fist around the knob, opening the door and leaving without another glance towards them.

Once outside the door, Oliver practically slumps against the it. Goodness, did they really mean that? Hastily, he shook his head and headed into his room on the off chance that anyone would see and spot his tears. He tugged at his hair in frustration. If they really did mean that it wasn’t like he could have helped it. They had both been held captive, for goodness sake. No, of course they hadn’t meant that. Obviously they had just said that in the heat of the moment to hurt him. But why didn’t he believe that? Why did his heart ache at the hidden truth beneath those harsh words. After all, if you really love someone shouldn’t you do everything you can not to hurt them.

He gasped at the thought of the MC not loving him. How could have gotten everything he had wanted, dreamed of, only for the MC to realize that they could do better than him. He let the tears flow freely down his cheeks to stunned to do anything but softly sniffle. If that’s the case, why couldn’t they have just told him that they were unhappy. He would have accepted it with a heavy heart, but it would have been better than them wishing that they never met him.

Victoria/Tor/Vick (She/They/Him) Victoria immediately froze, adopting her practiced calm reaction, the exact opposite of what she was feeling right now. She stared at them intensely, unsure of what to say to that, or what they wanted her to say. So she did what she did best and went back into her shell, her polite well-composed unbreakable shell.

"Well, I’m sorry you did.“ She drawled, her tone sounding so clipped and sharp that it appeared to have shocked them. Or was it the reality that they had really said what they did. Either way, she didn’t want to care. She grabs her things before getting up, her composure still perfectly intact as they continue to watch her, not moving themself. “If you’ll excuse me then. I have more important things to attend to.” She says although it was an obvious lie that they both knew, especially given the fact that they had both cleared up their schedules to spend time with each other. Look how well that turned out. She paused at the door, hoping that they would say something, anything.

But they didn’t and Victoria did all she could to keep the disappointment off her face. This was for the best, she told herself. It seemed like they both need to clear their heads, away from each other. But for how long? Victoria frowned, her grip brushing up against the cold knob of the door before attaching to it. “I’ll see you later.” She said softly, although it appeared that they definitely need space away from each other now there was a promise in her voice.

She didn’t wait for their reply before briskly walking out of their room. Almost immediately when she could hear the door click shut, her composure cracked and she covered her mouth with her hand to try to keep the sobs from coming out. They didn’t mean that. In the books, they never mean it, so why did it cause her heart to clench in pain when she knew that.

Christine/Chris/Chris (She/They/Him) Chris pauses at your words, mouth gaped in shock as he just stares at you. Then his eyes narrow and his nose flares. “W-well, me too!” He shouts, angrily turning away from them and hoping, praying that they couldn’t see just how much their words had affected him.

He violently wipes his eyes, his shoulders beginning to shake though whether with anger or sadness he wasn’t sure. He hadn’t meant what he said and he had hoped the MC didn’t either. But then way had they said it. He knew they both had just wanted to hurt each other, but did they mean it? It wasn’t the end though. He knew it but he still frowned, already feeling like it was. What had gone wrong though? Chris immediately shook his head. It was probably his fault but what had he done wrong?

Were they finally fed up with his annoying personality? Or was it his inability to stop talking? He ran through all his qualities through his head. What had it been about him that pushed them to the edge? Maybe it was his habit of eating with his mouth full, he had noticed them frown as he talked but surely that couldn’t be it, could it? He resisted the temptation to look at them, knowing his eyes would beg for forgiveness.

He glanced down at the floor, unable to sort out his thoughts. He hesitated before looking at them with a defeated smile. “I don’t mean that and I don’t think you do either. Or at least I hope you didn’t.” He says while they stare back at him aghast, opening their mouth to speak but he raises his hand, not finished. “But I think we should clear our heads for a moment.” He pauses, enjoying their look of surprise.

"I know and don’t tell Vick I can be mature sometimes. He’d have a field day.“ He says, their faces mirroring a small reassured smile before Chris’s becomes a little dull. "I’ll be back, okay?” He says, before leaving at their nod of agreement. This was definitely not the end, he reassured himself.

Fable (She/They/Him) Fable stares at them intensely, his expression hard and his walls rebuilt as he thinks about what to say. “I wish you never did either.” He lies, his face professionally expressing as pain shoots through his heart. If they never did meet, it would have saved the both of them from a lot of hurt. They frown at Fable’s response, having obviously not expected that but he turns away from them.

Both of them entered a stand still, unsure of whether or how they could fix up this unexpected rift between them. But neither of them said a thing nor glanced at each other. Fable tried so hard to desperately cling to his composure but it all ended when a tear strolled its way down his cheek, soon followed by many more.

"You don’t mean it.“ They say, their voice betraying absolutely nothing. Fable clenches his teeth, his fists tightening at his sides as he struggles not to look at them, to show them his tears that they had single-handledly caused. Heaven only knows the last time he cried.

"Do you?” He asks, keeping his words simple and short so that it doesn’t crack like he knows it would. They stare at him, knowing how he doesn’t deny or answer the question. He hears them sigh but still keep their distance away from him.

"I don’t know.“ They whisper truthfully, sending a dagger straight into Fable’s heart. He grasps at it, trying to ease the imaginary, but powerful pain. It does nothing. Fable cursed himself, sticking true to his words. If they hadn’t met then he wouldn’t be feeling like this.

"I see.” He says, his voice sharp and clipped as he hopelessly tried to keep his composure. He wouldn’t break in front of them. “Well, if that is all?” He said, dramatically bowing his head down as he pushed past them to escape this feeling. They make a move to gently grab his arm at the moment their hand brushes his arm, he yanks his whole body away as if their touch was scalding.

"I must get going.“ He mumbled as he finally made his way to the door. He looks up, immediately catching their sight. He barely held back a gasp; they looked as beautiful as he had first saw them. He gulps. "See you later.” He manages a scatterbrained wave before quickly disappearing behind the door. His body and heart heavy as he continued his way outside. It sure as hell would have saved him some pain.

Aila (She) A calmness envelopes her as she continues to stare at the MC, repeatedly she began to blink. “Pardon me?” She asked, praying that she had heard it all wrong. They frowned, turning away from her. Surely, she had heard it wrong, she thought, but with the way they were acting now only pushed the unhappy thought down her throat and a heavy feeling settled in her chest.

They coughed. “I said-” She quickly raised her hand, their words only beginning to confirm her worse fears. Maybe if she didn’t hear it again, it’d only turn out to be a dream, a terrible nightmare. But she had heard it and she couldn’t do anything to erase it.

"Nevermind. I believe I can fill in the spaces.“ She said, her entire posture somehow still relaxed and calm like the moments just before their sudden declaration. Calm before the storm, she thought, having never been able to relate to it before this heartbreaking moment. She sucked in a deep breath before forcibly demanding herself that she remain stoic, unfeeling of the emotions that wanted to rip her to shreds. It was the only thing keeping her from breaking down.

"I’m sorry you feel that way.” She said slowly, actually managing to rein in her frustration and urge to cry. “Is there anything I can do differently?” She asked her charade still managing to stay calm, desperately hoping for them to say yes. Maybe she wasn’t as attentive as she thought? Maybe she spent to much time trying to appease the elders? Either way, she could change it. She’ll find someone to help her assist in her duties.

But they just shook their head, crumbling all the possibilities in Aila’s head. She felt her stomach drop at their movement, her eyes beginning to gloss over as her control over her emotions slipped through her fingers. “Okay.” She said sniffling, her voice not raising so much as a hushed whisper.

"Let’s talk more about it when I get my emotions under control, okay?“ She said, raising from her seat, their seat before heading towards the door. She’ll try once again when both their emotions weren’t unstable. But they were surprisingly calm too? She thought. Maybe they did mean it. Aila’s heart sunk once again at the thought. She hoped that they didn’t. Aila shuddered, barely able to sort through her thoughts. She would get her emotions under control and then they would talk. This would work out, it would, she reassured. It wasn’t, she believed, wiping a stray tear away.

Hayden (They) Hayden laughs harshly despite the tears that rolled freely down their cheeks as well as their aching heart. He looked at them as if they’d grown a second head but Hayden ignored him. What did this mean for them? Were they through? Their laughing began to cease as the thoughts weighed into their mind.

"Are you serious?” They asked, disbelief and anger lacing their tone. They grip their sword handle as hard as they could. It took everything inside of them to not break down in front of him. What a joke, they thought. For the first time, they had found something worth so much more than their position, training, and assigned tasks. As cliche as it sounds, they had found love, had being the operative word now. No, they still loved him, it was he who apparently didn’t feel the same anymore. But when, why, and how could he fix it?

But he stared at them, a frown expressed on his face. Hayden clenched their jaw, their teeth mashing together. What did he have to be mad about when it was Hayden who felt like their world was turning upside down. “Yes.” He said, the one word final and clipped; the tone suggesting that the words had been really meant.

Hayden narrowed his eyes, but he had said it in the heat of the moment. Surely that was what had happened. If only his actions after the words left his mouth gave Hayden hope, instead they had crushed it, over and over again only to stop when Hayden’s heart laid shredded, torn to pieces.

Hayden exhaled a harsh breath, their heart pumping in pain. They took a deep breath, closing their eyes, unable to look at him any longer. “I just-.” They speak, their words and intent useless as they sat on the tip of his tongue, not able to come out. “I need a moment. Away from you and everything right now.”

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Dying Love - DISCONTINUED ORIGINAL STORY THAT I MIGHT CONSIDER CONTINUING IF PEOPLE LIKE IT

So, hi. I'm posting this stuff I wrote like a year or so ago. This story is actually on Wattpad but I lost motivation and do fanfiction now like for Penis Parker and stuff. So, idk, if you guys want me to continue it, I will cause honestly I have a plot for this but I've just never had enough response to it. Oh, and this stuff isn't gonna be the regular, I'm always gonna be posting for Penis (lmao) and stuff, I'm just posting this cause maybe y'alls will like it in the mean time. I'm posting part two of No Getting Over You hopefully soon, so I'm really excited cause that was just the beginning of the story that has literally only less than a quarter of the angst I'm boutta give you guys. But this story is about a girl, Kylie, who's being abused at home and starts to get to know the popular, whorey, badass guy at school and finds out stuff with her and all. So, here we go, children ----------------------------- Kylie's P.O.V. “Bitch, where the Hell were you yesterday? We had to dissect a frog in class and my partner almost threw up on me! You best have a good reason!” Bianca came up to me with a distressed yet frustrated face, brushing her brown hair away from her face. “I'm sorry. Stuff was going on at home B.” She immediately understood. “Kylie… If this keeps happening… I mean, I'm gonna have to tell someone.” I gave her a look. She's my best friend and she's really protective, I understand where she's coming from, but she doesn't understand the consequences. “Anyway,” we started walking to my locker. “We started a new project in English class. It’s partners.” “Well that's great! We can pair up like always.” I picked up my stuff from my locker and shut it. “Actually….” Bianca turned her head to the side. “What…” I raised an eyebrow. “She take the news okay?” That would be our one of our best friends, Brody. He's hot, not gonna lie, with his brown hair, styled, grey-blue eyes and perfect build, but… he's gay. Not many people would think he is, I mean he doesn't act like it at all, but he is and Bianca and I don't mind. “What news?” I raised my voice a bit more than necessary and leaned closer to the both of them. “Well, um, you see, Mrs. Burch chose our partners for us… And Brody and I were paired together.” “Okay… I don't get how that's such a big deal? I just assumed that she let us pick. That's fine.” They make a huge deal out of everything. I started heading for class and they began to trail behind me. “That's not the news.” Bianca shook her head as we set our stuff on our desks. “Then what is it?” “You're partners with Dylan.” Brody rushed out. I immediately froze. Now, I don't have a problem with Dylan, he's nice and sweet, there's never been a reason to hate him. It's his older brother I have a problem with. Satan himself, Chris Ryder. He’s seventeen, an asshole and a year older than us. He literally has played, and I kid you not, every freaking girl in this school. Like, every one. He even hit on me and Bianca, and we're not in any way popular or noticed! He also has this stupid relationship with the head cheerleader of our school, Lola Hanson. Their relationship is basically acting like a couple, but screwing other people, while they're screwing each other. I crowned them King and Queen of Hoemerica in my world. “Okay, don't have a heart attack, breath. Come one you can do it, in, out, in, out.” Brody started talking to me like I was a six-year-old. “Seriously?” I gave him this ‘you're messed up’ look. “Brody, don't treat her like a child.” Bianca stepped in. “Yeah dude, you can only talk to her like that. You know she's slow.” I added. Bianca just looked at me, “It’s because I'm black ain't it.” I just started laughing and shaking my head. She makes that joke everything single time I say something that ‘offends’ her. To be honest, I'm shocked that A) Bianca still hangs out with me, and B) she doesn't have a boyfriend. You see, she's half black, half white and all beautiful. She's got medium brown hair, golden brown skin and dark brown eyes. She also about 5’8 making her the perfect height. “Hey, how's the weather down there shortie?” That was to get back at me. Brody and Bianca always make jokes about my height just because I'm shorter. Brody’s about 6’1, while I'm stuck down here at 5’2. Like, shit. I don't mind though. I know it's all fun and games. “Hey, Kylie, could I talk to you for a sec?” Dylan approached me. “Uh, yeah, sure.” I waved at my friends and fully walked over in front of him. “We got paired for the English project,-” “Yeah, I heard.” He nodded and then started again, “Well, I was wondering if you wanted to come over to my house tomorrow to start on it. I could explain it to you then as well.” Oh God, Chris will probably be there. Knowing him he'll probably have one of his hoes with him too. I nodded and smiled anyway, “Yeah, that sounds great. Um, I guess I'll see you then.” I slowly turned as we waved to each other a final time. “What'd he say?” Bianca questioned with a curious yet suspicious look on her face as I made my way back to them. “It was just about the project and stuf-” I was cut off by the bell ringing. “Tell me at lunch.” Bianca walked off to her desk whilst Brody was beside me. “Good morning class, today we'll be continuing studies on World War II. Get out your textbooks.” Our history teacher walked in and made her way to her desk. Brody nudged me and started whispering, “Is everything okay? I mean, you weren't here yesterday.” “Yeah, I’m fine, it's just my dad, he…” I paused, “He, um, wasn't feeling all too great yesterday.” Brody nodded in a sense of confirmation and went to look at the worksheet that our teacher had just handed us. “Shit, I know nothing.” Brody turned to me after he read over the questions. “Kylieeeeee…. I love youuuuu…” I rolled my eyes playfully, “Okay, but listen.” I gave him a stern look. He nodded his head eagerly. “Okay, so the first part is about… --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Fuck school.” “Well it's nice to see you too Bianca.” She sat down at the lunch table, sitting opposite of us. “What's got you all mad?” Brody smirked and took a bit of his sandwich. “It's fucking Josh.” Ah, Josh. You see, Josh is a clueless little boy. A.K.A. The boy Bianca has a crush on but he doesn't know it, no matter how many hints she gives. “He can't take a hint!.... Why does he have to be so cute?” She rested her chin in the palm of her hand as she put her elbow on the table. “Just tell him straight up. It's the best shot you've got with him.” I spoke up. “Yeah, okay. How about I just kill myself now and save myself the embarrassment?” Bianca and her freaking sarcasm! “Okay, I know you're shy and all about it, but seriously! Any guy would be lucky to have you! I doubt he'd say no.” I raised my voice a little to emphasis my point. Bianca smiled a little at me before she said anything, “Thanks Ky, but I don't think I'm ready to actually ask him. Maybe I should just try to become more of a friend to him. Wouldn't hurt to try right?” “Nope. Good luck B.” She smiled proudly and finally started to eat her lunch. “So what did Dylan say this morning?” Brody hit my shoulder lightly. “Hm? Oh! Right…. He just said to meet up at his house after school and we'll start the project then.” I took a bite of my food. “Chris is gonna be there.” Bianca pointed out. “Yeah, I know. But what other choice do I have? I can't bring him to my house.” I let that slip, but each of them knew what I was talking about, one more than the other. They each had different looks on their faces. Brody, one of sympathy and Bianca, one of stress and worry. “Don't worry guys. Everything's fine.” I said, mostly directed towards Bianca. She only nodded and continued eating. After a couple of minutes, Brody decided to break the silence, “So…, what're your guys doing after school?” I shrugged, but Bianca had a different response, “I'm stuck at the library with a new tutor for math.” She shrugged and took a sip of her water. “What happened to David?” I slowly said, my eyebrows furrowed, “Well, he got frustrated. It's not like it's my fault I don't learn as fast as others!” She looked offended. “We all know you don't work fast B, that's most probably not the issue,” I shook my head at her, “Yeah, it's because you get crazy distracted most of the time. And don't you dare try to deny it because I've tried with you,” Brody leaned forward and whispered intensely, “I will never tutor math again.” I unsuccessfully sniffled a laugh. I wonder who's gonna cry today. Oh, I'm just kidding… maybe. “Well boo hoo for you sweetheart,” Bianca said sarcastically, “Why'd you wanna know in the first place?” “Is it a crime to want to know where my two beautiful best friends are up to?” Bianca and I share a quick look. He wants something. “What's in it for us?” I asked, “Being a good friend for me again,” His voice sounded bored and the look on his face looked resentful and upset, “I gotta hang out with one of you guys tonight. My parents think I'm gonna be on another date.” “Oh,” Bianca and I said in unison. Brody’s gay, his family is very religious. I think anyone could see how that wouldn't work out. He came out to his parents when he was just fourteen, he's always been a brave guy and he knew for sure who he liked, but his parents insisted he was just confused. He's gotta date girls to convince them that he's ‘normal’. Sure it's in religion, but I think I lost a lot of my respect for Mr. and Mrs. Johnson that day. “We could go see a movie tonight if you're down?” I suggested, “Sounds good, pick you up at seven?” Little sixteen-year-old Brody already has a Goddamn car. I made him my personal chauffeur though, so I'm really not complaining. “Yup, just make sure to get me some flowers this time.” I smirked, Brody laughed a little and got up, “I’m gonna head to next period, I’ll see you both later,” “I like chocolate too!” I lightly shouted at his retreating figure. I turned back around to face Bianca’s head shaking and an amused look on her face, “What is wrong with you,” but her laughter slowly faded to a frown. “What went on yesterday?” “Nothing Bianca, I'm fine. It's nothing I can't handle, okay?” I make a move to get up but she grabs my hand quickly, “It's not okay Kylie, you're getting beat up everyday. By. Your. Father.” She said emphasizing her point. “Jeez, thanks for the reminder,” I responded sarcastically, “Listen, I'm fine. It's nothing. Everything’s okay.” “Everything is not okay Kylie! It's not! You cannot tell me this and expect me not to worry anymore. It hurts me to know this and I can't do anything about it!” She intensely said in a hushed voice, “I don't mean to put you through that worry and stress Bianca, but you need to understand that there is nothing either of us can do,” I tried to leave again but she pulled me back once again, “Report him. Kylie, it's as easy as that,” I could tell she was close to tears. See, this is why I didn't want her to find out. “And what? Get me thrown into a foster home? No way. I can wait till I'm eighteen, and I'll leave.” I shrugged simply, “That's two years from now Kylie,” she dead panned, “Please,” I bit my lip. I could not be thrown into some foster home. It's just two more years, it's nothing compared to the other couple of years I went on like this. What's the difference now? “I'm sorry B, I just can't do that,” she sighed, “But I promise you that the day I'm eighteen, the day I'm legal, I'm getting the Hell out of there.” “Okay,” her voice was quiet and tired. I didn't want to put her through this. She doesn't deserve to be put through this. “Thank you,” I felt her release my hand and I got up, “I'm gonna head to fourth period, I'll see you later. Good luck with the new tutor.” I saw her sigh, “Thanks, please be careful.” She gave me a pointed look. “I promise,” I smiled lightly and walked out of the cafeteria. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “So tell me, how does young Ms. Kylie James feel about being in the same house Satan, and possibly, getting corrupted,” Fuck you Brody. I'm going on a fake date with you. No flowers, no chocolate. Just this game show host voice. Although, I’d be lying if I said this wasn't amusing in the slightest. I'm gonna make him buy me some chocolate though. I love my candy. “Ha ha, very funny Brody,” I rolled my eyes and tried to hide a smile, quite unsuccessfully may I add, “Is that a smile I see? Is little Kylie amused?” He paused and smirked a little, “Well, we’ll see on tomorrow's episode of ‘Not actually Kylie Jenner’,” “Shut up,” I said playfully. We'd just reached the theatres and were standing in line. We're planning on seeing ‘Now You See Me 2’. Ever since I saw the first one, I fell in love with it. It's been out for a long time now too, which means the theatre should literally only have six people in there. Score! “So… everything good with your dad?” Brody just thinks my dad goes through a whole lot, even though it's been years since my mom died. We've all been best friends since 3rd grade, and they used to come over all the time, but, when my mom started getting really sick, I told them to stop coming over cause it was getting really hard on everyone. She got cancer, lost, and my dad resorted to drugs and alcohol. I look and act a lot like her, that's why I think my dad doesn't want me around. It's too much pain. But I don't think it's right to do that to your child. No matter what. “Yeah, yanno, I've already had this discussion with Bianca. Everything's fine. I promise you,” I shook my head in a reassuring manner as we moved up in line. Damn this place is packed today. Probably coming to see some other new movie or something. Brody nodded, “Okay,” he paused, “You know, Bianca and I will always be here if you need help. We'll do anything for you Ky, anything.” I gave him a soft smile, “Thank you Brody, I know. And if I know anything else, it's that I have the most best friends anyone could ask for.” “Awe man,” Brody clenched his heart, “All of this sappyness is getting to me.” I hit his shoulder lightly with the back of my hand, “Shut up!” I grinned at him. He could ruin any sappy moment, but I couldn't ask for it to be any funnier. “So why do you want to see this movie again?” Brody asked. He hasn't exactly watched the first one. I ended picking. Don't buy me flowers, don't pick the movie. “Because I love it. It's so magical yet logical!” I exclaimed, “It's because of Dave Franco, isn't it?” I got a dreamy look in my eyes and sighed, “Yep.”

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