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Of Butterflies and Backstrokes Part 11
Hey guys! We're back!! It is feeling like this story is almost done, but every time I finish a chapter I go "This has two more chapters in it, I'm almost done!" and I've done that for the last three chapters. So I have given up trying to figure out when it's going to end. Hopefully the answer is sometime before the next Olympics.
In this we have a silly Eddie, Steve and Max are sneaky, and Max and Eddie have their first competition.
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Steve continued to have good days and bad days, but always Eddie and Robin were there to help him work through the bad. And then he would spill it all out to Dr. Hughes.
Today he had been able to wade out to Max in the main pool to correct her foot work. The water had come up to his chest, just like it did in the kiddie pool.
âAll right,â Steve said gently. âIâm going to touch your leg. If you feel uncomfortable in anyway, Iâll have Robin do it instead, okay?â
Max thought about it for a moment. âBut just my leg right?â
âJust your ankle even,â he assured her. âReady?â
Max waded over to the side of the pool and started kicking her feet to level out her body. Steve gently grabbed her ankle and repositioned her foot so it was more like an extension of her leg.
âWhoa!â
âThatâs right,â he said, ânow keep it like that.â
Robin and Eddie who had been working in the endless pool came back to the main pool just as Steve was pulling his shirt back on.
Eddie eyed the wet swim trunks and the happily kicking Max and a sly smile spread over his face. âStevie... you wouldnât have happened to have gotten into the pool with Max would you have?â
Steve batted his eyelashes innocently. âWho me?â He turned to Max. âDid you see me get into the pool?â
âNope!â
Eddie knelt on the side of the pool and said, âIâll buy you ice cream for the next month if you tell me if he got in the pool.â
Robin sneaked up behind him and with Maxâs help pulled him into the water as gently as they could, as to not trigger Steve.
It must have worked because when they all came up for air, Steve was doubled over with laughter.
âAbsolute menaces the lot of you,â he said once he caught his breath. âI got the competition schedule for next week. Max is in beginner and Eddie in intermediate. I tried to argue for higher, but they because youâve been out for so long, they want you in there first to see if you have room to grow.â
Eddie wiped the water off of his face. âThatâs fair. I donât think Iâm ready for higher yet anyway.â
Steve gave him a fond look. âAnd then thatâs what weâll do. If you donât feel comfortable competing at above intermediate yet, then I wonât force you. I just worry theyâll accuse of you of deliberately choosing lower to spank fifteen and sixteen year olds.â
Eddie blinked at him for a moment.
âOh.â
He went to go shove his hair in front of his face, but it was all tucked away in his cap, so he started to sink into the water.
Steve, Robin, and Max all watched as he held his breath under water.
âSo how long do you think he can hold his breath?â Max asked after about a minute. âBecause I think cell death happens after three minutes.â
âEh...â Robin said waving her hand back and forth, âabout four to five, actually.â
Just then Eddie burst through the water, gasping for air. He wiped the water away and looked around. âSo is anyone going to be nice and completely forget that happened?â
All three of them shared glances with each other and then said together, âNo.â
Eddie buried his head in his hands. He slunk off to his lane with a sigh. âWoe! Woe is me! For I have been forsaken by my own team. Woe!â
Steve and Max shared a glance.
âIs he always this dramatic?â Max asked, eyeing Eddie splashing about and moaning about his fate or some shit.
Robin scoffed as she pulled herself out of the pool and rotated to sit on its edge. âThis is tame for him, if Iâm being honest.â
Eddie stopped his sputtering and turned to her quickly. âI? I am dramatic?â Then he made a sweeping bow, nearly face planting into the water. âWhy thank you!â
Everyone giggled but Max and Eddie got back into their lanes and started practicing again. Robin got up and went to go stand by Steve.
âIâm glad you were able to help Max on your own,â she murmured. âBut just remember, if you canât, call and Iâll coming running, okay?â
âOkay.â
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It was their first swim meet and Robin wasnât sure who was more nervous, Max and Eddie or Steve.
She was sure that that pen lid would be a mangled, tangled up mess by the time this was over with.
She looked around the room, spotting a few friends, the Hell Squad from their own facility, and one very unfriendly face indeed.
Billy Hargrove.
Billy Hargrove was a swimmer from California and he thought living on the coast instantly made you a better swimmer. He even had that bit of surfer boy charm. Youâd expect this blond haired, blued eyed, tan Adonis to start singing Beach Boys or some shit, but no.
Billy Hargrove was an ass. And he hated all the comparisons between him and Steve at the last Olympics. Dude went on to barely win bronze in two of five events and not medal in any of the others.
Today he was wearing a red and gold coachâs jacket with HARGROVE emblazoned on the back with two blonds standing next him as he talked them in low voices. One was a girl with strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, and bright smile. The other was a guy that looked about the same age as the girl. He looked like he had walked out the pages of Good Christians R Us. Hair neatly cut, blue eyes, chiseled jaw and washboard abs.
Robin hated them both on sight.
She was about to steer Steve away from all that when Billy looked up immediately clocked Steve, who promptly stiffened.
Max and Eddie who were talking to him noticed the sudden change in Steveâs demeanor. And unlike the locker room with Andy, Eddie could tell that this was a different breed of shark coming their way.
âStevie...â Billy greeted. âWhen I saw the name Harrington I was wondering if that was you and then here you are. Such a pleasant surprise.â
Robin and Steve shared a bitchy glance. âPleasant isnât the word I would use,â Steve scoffed.
âYou actually getting in the water, Harrington, or are you going to bitch out again?â Billy went on as if Steve hadnât said a word.
Steve seethed. Billy had been present the first time he tried to get into the pool after his accident and started screaming.
âDonât worry, darlinâ,â Eddie said with a grin, âStevie here doesnât need to get in the water to beat you. He has me.â
Billy looked him up and down and he looked impressed for all of two seconds before he scoffed. âI didnât think they allowed boys with such pretty curls,â he said tugging on one of the strands. Eddie swatted his hand away. âMaybe you should be on the girlsâ team.â
âLast time I checked,â Eddie huffed, âI have the balls for the menâs team. Canât say the same for the asshole who came up and harassed a guy that had his Olympic dreams washed away because of faulty equipment that left him traumatized and hurt for life, but still loves to swim so much that he would rather coach then to walk away forever.â
Billyâs face twisted in rage and he opened his mouth to reply when the whistle sounded. He jabbed a finger in Eddieâs face. âWeâre not done.â
He walked off and suddenly all the tension built up in Steve escaped like a deflated balloon.
âThat guy is a dick,â Max hissed. âMy mom used to date a guy just like him out in Cali. Wouldnât surprise me if they were related.â
That made Steve laugh. âIâll beat him where Iâve always beaten him, in the water. Now come on, itâs time for you two to hit the showers. The beginners are about to start. Youâre in the third heat, Max, first podium.â
She nodded and her and Eddie took off their team shirts and hit the showers. Steve looked over at Billy and smirked. Billy was watching every inch of Eddieâs body as he padded over to the showers that were next to the pool.
Robin handed him his bobby pins and he deftly put his hair under the cap, making it as sleek as any of the other male contestants.
The first set of eight girls lined up and then they were off with the shot of the starting gun. Steve watched, looking out for the girls that would be Maxâs competition. So far none of the girls showed real promise and that included the girl who won.
The next heat was the same. None of the other girls had the same spark Max did. He looked up to the stands where the families were supposed to there to cheer them on. Robinâs parents were there. Eddieâs uncle, too. Of course Steveâs parents wouldnât be there. He hadnât talked them in so long.
He didnât see the woman that would come to pick up Max and it made Steve squirm a bit. Then just before Maxâs heat, he saw her come rushing in. Her hair was wild as if she had been running and she looked out of breath. She leaned over to whisper something to Wayne. Wayne shook his head and pointed to where Max was getting ready to get up on her podium.
Steve went over to her and pointed up at the stands.
Maxâs eyes lit up and she waved at her mom. Her mom waved back. Max got up on her podium and put her goggles in place over her eyes. Steve stepped back and gave the judge with the gun a nod, showing that he had moved back far enough. Then the gun went off.
Max easily kept pace with the other girls and managed to squeak out winning by an arms length, touching her pad first.
She pulled off her goggles and looked at her time. She had clearly won. She started jumping and shrieking in the water. She pulled herself out and ran up to give Steve the biggest hug.
âI told you, you could do it,â Steve murmured into her cap.
âYeah, yeah,â she huffed. âNerd.â
They went through the next few heats and Max came in third overall in the girls division. Which considering it was her first meet, was very impressive.
Then it was time for the intermediate and as they watched the girls, Eddie began bouncing up and down to warm up his muscles.
âYou ready to blow these people out of the water?â Steve asked with a grin. âI gave the organizers one last chance to put you in masters, but they wouldnât do it.â
Eddie chuckled. âI donât have the confidence you do in me, but hell yeah, Iâm ready.â
Steve slapped him on the shoulder and watched as Eddie got up to the podium. He pulled the goggles over his eyes and turned away from the water.
This is what he loved most of all about the backstroke. Not facing the water or seeing his competitors out of the corners of his eyes. It was just him and waiting for the sound of the gun.
BANG!
And then he was arching backwards into the water, as smooth as silk. His arms and body worked with the water, slicing through like a hot knife through butter. He could hear the splashing of the other competitors but they all seemed so distant to himself. Not that they were that far away. Only that he felt on whole other realm then they were.
He touched the pad and peeled off his googles to look up at the clock.
He was in first place.
He was in first place.
He was in first place.
He looked up at the stands to see Mrs. Mayfield and Uncle Wayne on their feet and cheering for him. He raised his fist and they waved back excitedly.
It came as no surprise that he won best overall.
He was standing next to Steve celebrating with his team, when the judges came up to them.
âWe would like to talk to you about moving up to the masters,â the first judge said with a grimace.
Eddie and Steve shared a knowing grin.
âI think that could be arranged,â Steve said, smug. The âI told you soâ lingering in the humid air of the pool.
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ADHD tips from a girlie who was diagnosed in her late twenties and has had little to no support since and is being so brave about it:
1) Make it easy, make it accessible, and make it appealing. If anything this is the most important thing, all tips going forward are based around this concept.
2) That thing you think would help you but you havenât bought/done it yet because youâre technically surviving without it? Buy it, you need it. It doesnât matter if people around you might think itâs wasteful or that youâre lazy, youâre not, just do it, trust me.
3) Expanding on tip #2, if youâre like me and eggs are your main source of protein because theyâre quick and easy and feeding yourself is a near insurmountable task- buy yourself an electric egg cooker, make a bunch of hard boiled eggs and keep them in your fridge for quick and easy protein to add to any meal (handful of crackers, a hard boiled egg and a banana? 5 star meal right there. Or mash them up with some mayo for egg salad sandwiches). Other easy proteins include: potstickers (put them in instant ramen), edamame (they have microwaveable snack packs), chickpeas (put in salads!), beans (can of beans microwaved with shredded cheese and some tortilla chips), peanut butter (with crackers, apple and cheese, adult lunchable style), and tofu (cut into cubes, throw them into a ziplock with some seasoning and potato starch, shake that shit up and bake it until crispy).
4) Spend a little extra (if you are able) on daily use items that excite you, it will make you more likely to remember/want to do said daily task. For example: the only reason I remember to use sunscreen is because I bought some fancy japanese sunscreen that smells like roses so I get excited to use it, same for laundry detergent and body wash! thereâs a gajillion different body wash scents out there, switch it up!
5) If thereâs a task you continuously struggle with take a moment to think about which part of the task is making it difficult, it could be something even as small as âI donât put my dirty clothes in the hamper because my hamper has a lid on it and lifting the lid is one step too many-â, sounds a little stupid huh? But trust your gut, itâs not stupid if it works. See tip #2 and BUY A HAMPER WITHOUT A LID.
6) If you are having trouble starting a task, break the task down further, sometimes the way I start a task is just by going âOk step 1) stand up-â and so forth. Donât worry about the task as a whole just take it one step at a time.
7) If youâre halfway through a task and have to stop, leave it out. All this, âPut things away when youâre done with them.â is bullshit. you will be much more likely to finish the task if restarting it is easier because you left it out plus itâs a visual reminder. You can also create faux deadlines like âI gotta finish this project before my friend comes over on tuesday because after I finish it I can clean off the dinner table.â etc.
8) Itâs okay to outsource tasks and donât let anyone tell you otherwise, humans are designed to ask for, and to require help (what do babies do when theyâre first born?? cry for help!!) ask for help and receive help without shame, if it makes your life better, you are WINNING.
9) If you have one big overwhelming task that you think you need to get done before anything else, but you feel motivated to do other tasks, do those other tasks first, itâs okay. Otherwise in all likelihood (at least in my case) youâll put everything off until the last minute and then have to do said overwhelming task and those other tasks wonât get done at all. Doing those smaller tasks also lowers the mental load and you can use them as a motivation launch pad to tackle bigger things.
10) If you notice you tend to not put something away/forget to do something, perhaps consider moving and storing the item closer to where it ultimately ends up or where you are more likely to see it. For example, my makeup, pills, and mail are all stored on my desk because thatâs where I tend to do my makeup, take my pills and deal with my mail. I used to store my pills in my bathroom medicine cabinet but all too often I would forget because they werenât in my line of sight. Now that theyâre on my desk, I have multiple chances per day to pass by them, go âoh I gotta take those.â and take them.
11) Open storage, open storage, OPEN STORAGE.
12) Motivation can look like all kinds of things. sometimes the only reason I get out of bed is because I remember I have a fun snack and I get to go eat it if I get up. Itâs okay to lean into those simple âanimal-brainâ type motivators, youâll eat because then you can use that fun new kitchen gadget you got a daiso? Neat. youâll shower because then you can paint your nails that fun new color you got? Fantastic. Youâll go to the dmv and do that annoying thing because youâll take yourself out for boba after? Superb. Lean-IN to those small motivators, they arenât stupid or childish, they are VITAL.
13) Donât buy into the cult of âif itâs worth doing, do it properlyâ itâs guaranteed to set you up for failure. If itâs worth doing, do it in whatever capacity you are able to. I put sunscreen on once a day because thatâs fucking better than not doing it at all and I sure as all hell will fail at reapplying it multiple times a day. If itâs worth doing, do it half-assed babieeee.
Go forth and prosper!!! xoxo âïžđ©”
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Lift Me Off My Feet
Chapter 4: Midnight Snack
Masterlist
Original Thought - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12
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Warning/Notes: Soap x Reader, oral sex (m receiving), hair pulling, messy make out
This is the video from where the photo is, if you haven't seen it, You have to and if you have already, you are welcome.
The drive back to base seems neverending.Â
Once Price and Ghost managed to get you to stop crying and to breathe normally. The three of you pack the essentials, and by that, I mean you were hugged to Ghost like a koala while Price got what he could save from your house into a bag pack.Â
Most of your clothes were ripped or cut, so in the end, only some pieces of underwear, a couple of shirts, some pants and the pyjamas you were wearing were safe. Plus your jacket and shoes that were behind the door.Â
And that is how you found yourself now. Sobbing, sitting in the middle of the back seat, bag pack on your lap, Simonâs hand on your knee from the passenger seat as Price drives.
âTomorrow morning, you are going to call your job, and tell them that you are going to take a couple of days off, okay?â Price asks looking at you through the rearview mirror. âAnd we will take everything you need, we will buy clothes, find you a better place to stay, anything you need.â
You shake your head feeling the tears come back and you hide your face behind your hands as you start to cry again. âI can't.â You cry. âWhat can't you do?â Simon asks turning his head to look at you.
âMiss more work days, I have already taken too many. I can't afford to lose more.â You mumble whining out of mental exhaustion.
âHey, stop. Don't get carried away, alright?â Simon says rubbing your thigh. âLet's not think about that right now, tomorrow tell your boss the situation. Tell them that your house was broken into, that you need a couple of days to get everything in order. Depending on what your boss says, we'll work from there. Alright, birdie?â
You nod weakly as you focus on taking deep breaths. When you finally arrive, both men get out of the car and Price opens the door for you. You step out still holding your bag tight, either men try to take it from your hands and walk along between both men.Â
Their hands find their way to your back, Price to the bottom and Simon to the top, reassuring shielding you from the chilly breeze of the night.Â
âHow about a cuppa?â Simon asks looking at you, a smile visible in his eyes, and you can't help it but to give him a weak smile back nodding. âThen, we will find you a room so you can sleep as much as you want.âÂ
Sleep does sound amazing, taking into consideration that last night you had little sleep and you have been on the move ever since.Â
Price and Simon walk you to a lousy room, many recruits sitting together. The mess hall, you figure. In the middle of the room, there are a couple of sofas, and you quickly recognise Soap and Gaz, sprawled together in one of them looking at Gaz's phone.Â
Most of the soldiers that are finishing their dinner, or just enjoying each other company before going to bed look up when they hear the door opening. Their gazes linger for a second too long on you until you can feel Ghost throwing them a warning sign in the form of a look and they peel their eyes away.
Gaz and Soap look up when they hear the door open, and just for a second, they smile at you before they furrow their browns when they see everyone's expression.Â
âWhat happened? How come the wee lass so spooked?â Soap asks sitting straight and patting the seat between him and Kyle.
Priceâs hand on your lower back softly pushes you forward to sit down before he answers: âSheâs still a bit in shock, Soap. Weâll talk about it later.â
You sit down between Soap and Gaz, backpack still in your hands, and pull your knees up hugging your legs. Gaz points to your backpack and asks: âYou sleeping over tonight? You should definitely sleep in Soapâs and my room. Ghost and Price have their own individual ones, but they snore.â He whispers the last part pulling a little smile from you.
You lean your head on Soap's shoulder when he lays his arm on the couch behind your back. The man is a living furnace and shortly after you find yourself seeking more contact.
Price sits on the second sofa in front of you and just a second later Ghost appears back, cup of tea on hand, as he gives it to you. You take it from his hands, yours still shaking just a little bit as you do, and you rest it on top of your knee for support.
Kyle's hand find its way to your other knee giving it a light squeeze. âHow's your arm, luv?â You look at your elbow and shrug your shoulder. âI haven't even had time to check it, good I think, it hasn't bothered me.â
âYou didn't get hurt today, did you?â Price asks focusing on your face after doing a quick check-up of you. You shake your head: âNo, a headbutt on the ceiling if anything.â
Price nods, satisfied with your answer and shakes his head at the sergeant's questioning look. You look down to the tea, thoughts getting to you. You saw your neighbour get arrested, and if he had gotten free they would have told you. So it must have been someone who works for them, and if he wasn't arrested already is because they didn't really know who works for them.Â
âWhat are you thinking about, birdie?â Ghost brings you back to reality with just a question. âAm I safe here?â You ask, with a shake in your voice.Â
âYes.â Price's answer is concise, full of trust in his own word, leaving no room for doubt. âAs long as you are with us, nothing and nobody is getting to you.â
You look at his face, almost as if expecting him to burst laughing at you for trusting them. A voice in your head screams at you not to do it, you barely know them. But you thought you knew your neighbour and now he's trying to kill you, so.Â
You nod and take a sip of the tea. Warming you inside and letting you relax just a bit.Â
âHow about a distraction?â Soap asks smiling at you. âHave we told ye aboot the time Gaz fell from a helo and was hanginâ from a rope like a yo-yo?â
âFucking hell, Johnny. Shut up!â Gaz complains laughing next to you.Â
The time went a bit more smoothly when Soap decided to talk about everyone's embarrassing stories, you could still tell he wasn't telling everything, keeping the classified information for himself, but still telling enough to have you laughing, gasping and asking with interest as he told.
By the time you finished your tea, you were already in a greater mood, the attack from today moved to the back of your head. Price lends you a hand to help you stand up while Ghost takes the empty cup from you. Gaz and Soap keep their word to share the room for the night against Price and Ghost's complaint that they should let you rest alone. Until the words âI don't really want to be alone.â leave your mouth and that's the end of the bickering.Â
Soap and Gaz barracks are quite simple, two single beds against opposite walls, two desks, two little bookshelves and two closets. Almost as if there was a mirror in the middle of the room if it wasn't for the little trinkets and details on each side letting you know the right bed was Soap's and the one on the left was Gaz's.Â
After a quick rock, paper, scissor championship, it is decided you will be sharing Soap's bed. And since you are already in your pyjamas, you get inside the bed quickly, ready to be done with the day. Soap lays behind you, hugging your middle and dropping a kiss to your temple. âSleep tight, bonnie.â
A ray of light erupts from the bathroom door that is practically closed, almost as if whoever closed was afraid the click of the door closing would wake you up. At first, you don't think most of it, Soap must have gotten up to pee. But then you listen, and it doesn't sound like that's what he is doing in the bathroom.
Little grunts can be heard as well as the sound of skin hitting skin. You stand up from the bed, curiosity taking control of your body and walking you to peak at the door. You shouldn't, you really shouldn't. But once you lay your eyes on him, you know you are fucked.Â
Soap is barechested, leaning against the sink with a hand supporting him while the other strokes his dick. He has his eyes closed, head low with his mouth open slightly, and small grunts and whines leave his lips.Â
The grey sweatpants slightly lowered, allowing you to see the curve of his lower back as well as what you trust is the girthiest dick you have ever laid your eyes onto. The tip looks red, hungry for release, pearls of precum dripping from it making your mouth water.Â
There is a turmoil of thoughts in your head, you keep repeating to yourself that you need to place some distance between yourself and these men. But the moment any of them show any skin or any emotion of want towards you, you throw yourself at them.Â
Three times have you gone through this, your mind telling you is a bad idea and your pussy pushing you at their arms. This time is not different, and before you know it, you are inside the bathroom locking the door making Soap jump.
âSteaminâ jesus, bonnie.â He says shoving his dick inside his pants and turning his back at you to hide his tent. âKnock before entering, lass.â
âSorry.â You mutter, not feeling sorry and you slowly walk to him. âI just wanted to helpâŠâ
âWhat? What you me-â He gets cut mid-question when he feels your hand grazing his tip, pressing your chest to his back and surrounding his waist with your arm. You use a hand to feel his abdomen and the other to softly caress the length of his dick inside his pants.
âBut I can go back to bed if you don't wantâŠâ You say looking at the back of his head. âDon't you dare.â He answers grabbing your wrist when you try to take it back and he looks at you over his shoulder.Â
âYe dinnae have to do it if ye dinnae want⊠but if you want, I'll take anythinâ ye throw at me, bonnie.â He says turning around and cupping your face after lowering his pants again to free his erection. âI had to run to the bathroom cause ye were rubbing yer arse against me on yer sleep, I was about to explode.â
âWell then, I think it's only fair I fix it, right?â You ask looking at him cheekly. He leans down and kisses you smiling into the kiss. Little groans slide into your mouth as you stroke him and you can feel his hips thrust softly into your hand as well.Â
For the last two days these men have only but given to you, and as much as you have enjoyed every single second of it, it is about time you give back.Â
You pick Soap's hand from your cheek and push it up to your hair. âMake sure to keep my hair away from my face, all right?â
He looks at you confused but quickly gets the idea when you kneel before him. He quickly brushes your hair back with his finger, doing a ponytail at the back of your head and groans deeply when you give a kitty lick to his tip.
You pop his tip inside your mouth sucking softly as you circle it with your tongue. Stroke the rest with both your hands, unable to reach your thumb with your index because of the girth and slowly bobbing your head up and down.
Soap stays mumbling curse words under his breath, low enough to not be able to hear him and you wish you were not hiding in the bathroom and could hear him scream. You think back to when Price ate you out, did he get as turn-on satisfying you as you are getting doing it to Soap?Â
He opens his eyes to lock into yours and you look up to him through your lashes as you start to get more inside your mouth.Â
âFokinâ hell, bonnie. Keep looking at me like that and I'm not gonna last a second.â He says struggling to keep his eyes open.Â
You chuckle inside your head, and keep getting closer and closer to his hipbone. You must praise Soap's self-commitment to not cum, even though you can feel the grip on your hair getting tighter. When you feel his pubes brush against your nose you pull back taking a breath and look at him. When you lock eyes with each other, you smile and say before opening your mouth: âFuck my throat, Johnny.â
For a second you get scared that Soap will just cum as you speak when you physically see the shudder that goes through him. But then he grips your hair back making you look up to him and he kisses your mouth in a sloppy kiss. Spit, drool and precum all mixing between your tongues and when he draws back to talk a threat of spit connect your lips. âYou are going to fucking kill me, lass.â He mumbles and stands up to full height.
He doesn't let go of your hair and when you stick your tongue out he slaps it with his cock. âGonna fuck yer throat raw, bonnie. Bite if it gets too much.â He smirks before shoving his dick down your throat in a single thrust and beginning to fulfil his word.
âFuck, bonnie.â He says slurring his words between moans. âTaking my cock so well, such a good fucking lass, so, so good, fuck.âÂ
Your visions get blurry with the tears from fighting your gag reflex, your hands rest on Soap's thighs and you can feel them flex with each thrust. If it wasn't for your pants you know you would be literally dripping on the floor, never did you though it could turn you on this much. But seeing Soap becoming such a mess, not being even able to speak, just mumbles and curses leaving his mouth.Â
âLet me cum inside, bonnie, please. I wanna see you drink it, please, please, bonnie, please.â He begs looking at your face with a pained expression, and almost as if he was waiting for your answer when you slightly nod he grunts and you feel his spent travel down your throat. He stays like that for another second and finally pulls out, you open your mouth showing him your work and he smiles as he bends down to kiss you again. âFucking beautiful, love.â
The next morning you are woken up by an alarm and just a second later a door slamming shut. âI call dibs on the bathroom!â Kyle shouts making you jump.
You turn around on Soap's arms, nuzzling your face on his chest and sighing satisfied. âEejitâ Soap mumbles with his chin resting on top of your head.
âDo we have to share the bathroom the three of us?â You ask against his chest.
âYe didnae seem to mind sharing it with me last night.â He mumbles back and you feel his chest tumble with a laugh.
âAw, shut up, Johnny.â You say chuckling and yawning. âWhat time is it, anyway? I feel like I slept just two hours.â
â0540, not too far off to be honest.â He answers and when your half-sleep brain processes what time it is you look at him as if he has just insulted you. âWhat?â
âWhy the fuck are we up before 6 in the morning? Like, seriously, the fuck?â You ask grumpy as you sit up pulling your legs over Soap's torso. He caresses one of your calves and flexes his arm resting his head on his hand. If you were not so bothered to be awakened so early, you would admire his physique.Â
âThis is the military, love.â He says smiling. âYe look like an angry kitty.â
You pull the pillow from under his head and hit him with it making him laugh. âDo we need to be ready before six?â
âYeah, actually, that's when we are supposed to have breakfast. We are meeting Lt. and Price there.â He says taking the pillow from his face. âYe should get dressed.â
You groan standing up and picking your bag from the side of the bed. You pull your clothes out, and notice that you can barely form a full outfit; you sigh and sit on the floor looking at Soap who is now on his side, elbow on the bed and head resting on his hand. He looks at you with a confused expression and says: âThat's all ye packed, lassie? I thought ye were staying more time.âÂ
He stands up, walks to his closet and picks something from inside just to throw it to your head. An uf sound leaves your throat and you pick it up to see it, it is a sweatshirt with MacTavish written on the back. âIt is cold this early in the morning, we don't want ye freezing up. Get dressed.â
He bends down to drop a kiss on your lips leaving you a bit stunned and enters the bathroom without knocking making Gaz protest from the inside. âStop screaming, it's me. I'm just giving the wee lass some privacy, Gaz.âÂ
You chuckle to yourself and quickly get dressed, putting on the only pair of jeans you have, and a weird t-shirt from some kind of ad you used to wear to sleep, feeling really grateful it is covered with Soap's sweatshirt.
âWhat are you doing here, luv?â Price asks standing up when he sees you enter the mess hall following Soap and Gaz. âEverything alright?â
The expression on your face must be portrait-worth because you can see even Simon's eyes twirl with a smile.Â
âWhat do you mean what I'm doing here?â You ask looking at Price, until you hear a little snickering coming from both Gaz and Soap and you finally put two and two together. You turn to Soap and when you finally make eye contact with him, he burst out laughing.
âI'm sorry, bonnie. It was just too perfect of an opportunity to waste it.â He says raising his hand in false innocence. He tries to side-hug you, but you move quickly raising your chin offended and walking up to Price. âI'll fetch ye breakfast as a peace offering, all right, love?â
âThat's the minimum you can do!â You exclaim still offended and stick your tongue out to him as you sit between where Ghost is sitting and where Price was sitting, him following you.
âSorry about that, love.â Price says rubbing your tight. âI told them muppets to let you sleep in today. Did you at rest good?â
Gaz sits in front of you with a smirk, and you don't know if he knows, but you are sure that if he does he will snitch on you so stay on edge making sure not to break eye contact with him.
âYeah, I did. The bed was surprisingly comforting, and Soap was a weighted blanket so.â You answer still looking at Gaz. You can feel Price's questioning look and Ghost's smirk.
âSo Soap was comfortable?â Gaz asks smiling.
âYeah, quite comfortable.â You answer.
He knows.
He fucking knows.
You don't know how, but he knows.
âIs that why you followed him to the bathroom when he went in the middle of the night?â He asks.
Fucking Garrick.
âI don't know what you are talking about.â You respond looking at your nails.
âI'm talking about when you into the bathroom and helped-â
CLANK
Soap puts the tray of food in front of you just in time, cutting Gaz's claim and starts to enunciate the food he bought. âI got ye coffee cause it's obvious yer not a morning person, I brought ye toast, some fruits and a little cereal cause I didn't really know what ye wanted. And I bought ye chocolate pudding.â He says putting the little cup on your hands, giving you a kiss on your head. âFor sucking my dick so good last night.â
Gaz bursts out laughing, happy that he didn't even need to tell anything, while Ghost chuckles under his breath and Price sighs rubbing his forehead.
âI think there is a conversation that we definitely need to have.â Price announces. âFor everyone's sake.â
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Part 1: Simple Things
Masterlist - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11
Cause your presence still lingers here (it won't leave me alone)
(In which a procrastinating writer starts another series to continuously procrastinate on)
Pairing: Paige Bueckers X Azzi Fudd
Themes: Angst, Pining
Words: 5.8K (lowkey shocked I managed that)
TW: Swearing (I think that's it?)
A/N: Hello my lovelies <3 Look at me not being a liar! I'mma try to be good with updates but we all know me. This first chapter is mainly buildup and it's not my favorite but it's important to get the plot rolling. I know very little about California and it's going to become more and more apparent throughout this series so everyone who knows Cali, just pretend thanks! Did I edit? Yes. Are there probably still mistakes? Also yes. As always, let me know what you liked, what you disliked, and what you wanna see next!
February 2033
âAnywhere but GSV,â Paige says adamantly, staring at the white wall in front of her, instead of her exasperated agent.Â
Talia lets out a deep sigh, perfectly manicured sharp red nails tapping incessantly against her desk. For the most part, Paige is a dream client and when Talia says jump, she says how high. Itâs easy to trust Taliaâs vision when she hasnât let her down once since Paigeâs management company has assigned her to their basketball sensation. But most of those decisions had been about endorsement opportunities, opportunities that wouldnât have other ramifications on the rest of Paigeâs life, opportunities that didnât come with personal consequences.Â
âPaige-â
âHow about the Sparks?âÂ
âTheyâre not offering nearly as much.â
âIâm okay with taking a pay-.â
âYou do not pay me as much as you do for me to let you finish such a stupid sentence.â
âFine,â Paige spins around in her swivel chair, âyouâre telling me nobody else is offering me anything as big as GSV.â
âWell I mean IndianaâŠâ Talia trails off, barely able to hide an impish grin at Paigeâs pronounced eyeroll, âand of course you could always just stay in Dallas.â
Paige winces at the mention of the current team. With one championship and two MVP campaigns under her belt, it would be incorrect to say her time with the Wings hadnât been fruitful but sheâd never felt quite at home here. And that had been before the personnel changes had hit Dallas and suddenly, the team coming off a near perfect season with a trophy in their hand, was struggling to keep themselves in playoff contention. Paige had stuck it out two more seasons after, a testament to her loyal nature and desire to start and finish her career at the same place like many legends had done but ultimately enough had been enough and sheâs come to terms with the fact that sheâs not meant to be a part of the Wings forever.Â
âCanât you try talking to the Sparks again?â she says, hands massaging her temple as she resorts to begging, âitâs fucking L.A. theyâve got to have some money lying around somewhere.â
âEven if they did, you and I both know the Sparks arenât a good fit basketball wise either. GSV has everything youâre looking for. They need a PG and you need a championship contender whoâs offering you a deal like they are. You canât throw all of that away just because-â, Talia bites her lip, catching herself before she can vocalise out loud the real reason theyâre having such a complicated conversation about what should be a simple decision.Â
Paige swallows uncomfortably, skin prickling with that all too familiar fire that spreads through her veins every time her past brushes a little too close to her present. It would be impossible to keep them from ever colliding, but for almost a decade now, Paige has managed to keep them separate beyond absolute necessity. Sheâs done the cordial handshakes when the Wings played the Valkyries and given due diligent praise when the media had asked about the competition, but that was it. More than that would have been like willingly walking into a fire with kerosene all over her body. And Paige canât do that, not when the burn marks from years and years ago, still havenât healed.Â
âTeam chemistry is important,â Paige says finally, âI might be an on-court fit at GSV but that wonât matter if itâs a disaster off the court.â
Talia sighs and Paige can tell sheâs fighting the urge to whack her head against her desk, âitâs been years Paige. You've lived a whole life without each other. The two of you are adults. Youâre professionals and youâre two of the best goddamn players in the league. You have the same goal; you want to win. You donât think you can put that behind you to get you both what you want?â
You've lived a whole life without each other
Itâs like a well-aimed arrow that barely breaks skin but shatters something underneath, something buried deep within, something she should have gotten rid of years ago but hasnât been able to let go of yet. Something that feels a lot like a forever sheâd never gotten to live out and an always that had flown out of her reach. And Paige knows nobody lives the life theyâd expected to live at fifteen or even eighteen but the truth is that most of her dreams had come true. The only thing missing was the person sheâd expected to be there by her side when they did.Â
âOkay listen,â Talia begins again, âhereâs whatâs gonna happen.â
âBossy,â Paige smirks, bracing herself, knowing sheâs not about to like the next words out of Taliaâs mouth.Â
âYouâre going to go to San Francisco,â the older woman raises a silencing hand the minute Paige tries to protest, âyouâre going to meet the front office, youâre going to meet the GM and youâre going to tour their facilities. And if after talking with them and seeing all they have to offer, if itâs still not enough to counter having to play with her, then we can revisit this conversation.â
âCan I say no?â Paige tilts her head with a sigh.Â
Talia smirks and itâs enough for Paige to let her head finally hit the table, âyour flight leaves in two days.â
***
Azzi wakes up to a light weight sprawled over her back and tiny fingers rubbing circles against her temple. She canât help but smile, keeping her eyes closed and listening to the sound of her daughterâs quiet breathing as the little girl continues her ministrations. Itâs a new skill sheâs been taught, to wake her mom up like this instead of screaming. So far, Azzi thinkâs itâs been a successful transition.Â
âMama,â Stephie whispers in Azziâs ear, âare you awake yet cause I really really want waffles.â
Azzi laughs, finally flipping herself over and Stephie squeals as she goes from on top of her mother, to landing on the bed, âI thought you said you wanted pancakes last night?â
âI did,â a thoughtful look crosses the five-year-old's eyes, âI think I changed my mind.â
âYou think?â Azzi suppresses a smile. Itâs uncanny really how sheâd given birth to her perfect mini-me. The moment the nurses had placed the tiny little creature into her waiting hands, sheâd noticed immediately how much it felt like looking through a door into her childhood. And with every passing day, it seems Stephie morphs more and more into Azzi. From the way her face betrays her every emotion to the way she canât make a decision to save her life, itâs all Azzi and really it makes sense, because Stephie is all Azziâs.Â
âYes,â Stephie nods matter-of-factly as she sits up onto her knee and pulls at Azziâs blanket, âso can you get up and make me waffles now?â
âOh of course I can, your highness,â Azzi says dramatically, rising off the bed and letting Stephie climb onto her back, âwould you like chocolate sauce or maple syrup with that your majesty?â
Stephie groans, burying her face in Azziâs neck as if her mother has asked her to make the most difficult decision in the world. They settle into their morning routine, Stephie brushing her teeth as Azzi goes through her meticulous skin care regiment, occasionally dabbing little bits of this and that on her daughterâs skin, eliciting soft giggles from the little girl. Itâs her favourite sound in the entire world. Azziâs life isnât perfect and thereâs a million what ifâs, one bigger than all of the others, that plague her mind sometimes but then she looks at Stephie, and she knows she wouldnât change a single decision sheâd made. Because theyâve all led to this moment, 9 am on a Friday, making waffle batter as her five-year old sits on the counter-top. Itâs not everything but itâs enough.Â
The frantic sound of a door being haphazardly slammed open has both Stephie and Azzi startled, until Colleen comes bursting through it like a tornado.Â
âOh thank god youâre awake,â Azziâs best friend and manager says, out of breath, as she throws her car keys on the kitchen table.
âHi Aunty Leen,â Stephie grins, waffle batter all over her mouth as she continues to dip and lick.Â
âHey kiddo,â Colleen ruffles Stephieâs hair before sitting down and staring pointedly up at Azzi, âyou might wanna sit down for this. I have news.â
âSorry to break it to you Collen but your new h-o-o-k-u-p-s are not sit-down-newsworthy,â Azzi smirks as Colleen scrunches up her nose trying to keep up with the spelling.Â
âOh trust me Az, I wish this was about my h-o-o- whatever,â Colleen takes a deep breath, âGSV is meeting with a potential point guard this week.â
âI would hope so. We really need a PG if weâre gonna redeem ourselves next season.â
âRight, well- you see- the thing is-â
âToday if you can please Colleen,â but thereâs this knot forming in the pit of her stomach. Her sixth sense thatâs been dormant for years is prickling and if sheâs honest with herself, Azzi knows the next words that are about to come out of Colleenâs mouth before her best friend has even said them.Â
âGSV wants to sign Paige,â Colleen says slowly.Â
For a moment thereâs silence and itâs ridiculous how all it takes is her name for Azziâs mind to start flipping through pages and pages of a photo album sheâs buried deep in the treasure chest of her mind. And for a second, she allows herself to get lost in a flood of everything we could have been until the sting of her hand slipping against the waffle iron jolts her back to reality.Â
âFuck,â she curses, immedaitely blowing at her fingers. It does nothing. She should know by now that when things burn, the flames might die out, but even the ashes remain on fire.Â
âBad word Mama,â Stephie chides immediately, unaware that her motherâs world has just been thrown off balance, âyou owe me a kiss.â
She juts her cheek out and Azzi complies, trying to ignore the way her heart is desperately trying to beat out of her chest. It only calms down a little when Stephie presses a kiss of her own against Azziâs cheek.Â
âSorry sweetheart, mamaâs bad, Here can you mix this batter for me,â Azzi whispers to the younger girl, distracting her child with something to do, before rounding on her best friend, âshe canât come here.â
Colleen sighs, getting comfortable in her chair, âunfortunately I donât think you have much choice.â
âThe h-â Azzi cuts herself off, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, âthe haystack I donât. This is my team and I donât want her on it and Iâm gonna walk into Ohemaaâs office and tell her exactly that.â
âRight and what exactly are you going to tell her when she asks you why you donât want the best point guard in the league on your team Azzi? Your team, who mind you, lost in the finals last year because you didnât have a point guard.â
Azzi flinches, gritting her teeth, both at the reminder of the loss that had happened not long enough ago and the fact that she couldnât very well go into her bossâs office and blurt out the truth about a tragic relationship that had lived and died in secret.Â
âIt's a bad idea, the two of us- weâll kill each other Colleen,â she struggles to string the words together, swallowing away the we already have that tastes like bile on the tip of her tongue.Â
âWell youâre gonna have to learn not to,â Colleen says decisively, slipping from being Azziâs best friend to her manager, âbecause you and I both know that if you want GSV to win another championship, youâre going to need her.â
âAre you my manager or GSVâs,â Azzi grunts, rubbing a tired hand against her forehead.Â
Colleen smiles, âitâs the same thing isnât it? Whatâs good for GSV is good for you. And we all know the two of you thrive on the court together.â
âWe did. Past tense,â the admission falls like lava from Azziâs lips, singeing the edges of her mouth as everything that sheâd let simmer underneath threatens to bubble over, âthereâs no guarantee we still will. Besides, it's all a moot point anyways because she would never agree.â
âWouldnât she?â Colleen cocks an eyebrow and Azzi groans at the rhetorical question, waiting for the inevitable other shoe to drop, âbecause last I checked, sheâs flying into San Francisco tomorrow.â
***
Paige has a problem. A really big fuck i really want to be a golden state valkyrie type of problem. Sheâd fought it every step of the way since sheâd landed in San Francisco. Something about the city felt like it was bursting with basketball. The drive from the airport into Oakland had been bursting with murals of the Warriors and the Valkyries and for a split second, Paige can see her own face up on the billboards in a #5 Valkyries jersey. She just doesnât know if it she can imagine herself next to the woman in #35 again, the woman whose smile in the posters is exactly as she remembers it to have been like when it was pressed into Paigeâs skin every night almost a decade ago.Â
On top of that, Omehaa Nyanin had seemed to know exactly what made Paige Bueckers, the basketball player, tick. Every argument Paige had about why she shouldnât be Valkyrie, the woman had a counter ready, as if sheâd already anticipated exactly what the blonde would say. The Valkyrie coach had been even more prepared with videos of their offensive and defensive sets and how they fit in tandem with Paigeâs own skill set, all ready to show off the minute she had walked through the door. It should be the easiest decision in the world to let herself just belong to this world that is screaming her name but thereâs a rope around her waist trying to tug her back to safety, trying to tug her away from dousing her still-open wounds in salt.Â
Sighing, Paige lets herself into what sheâs been told is called the âchill areaâ. Coach had offered to give her a tour of the facilities herself but Paige had declined, asking instead for her former UConn teammate and currently Valkyrie centre Jana El Alfy to do the honours, desperate for a familiar face who knew her history to bounce her thoughts off. It clearly wasnât what the woman had wanted, but considering she was trying to convince Paige to choose them, whatever the blonde wanted, she was going to get. Massaging her temples at this irritating predicament sheâs unwillingly found herself in, Paigeâs head rolls back against the back of the chair, eyes closing involuntarily.Â
âYouâre not supposed to sleep in here,â a tiny voice echoes and Paige almost jumps out her skin in shock.Â
âFucking hell,â she curses as her eyes fall upon a little girl who seems to have materialized out of nowhere, âshit kid, you scared me.â
The child scrunches her nose and Paige feels her heart beat start to quicken as recognition settles in. She knows this little girl, has seen her on the sidelines at countless games and just like every other time, all she can think of is just how much this child resembles the future Paige had once believed would be hers.Â
âYou owe me three kisses,â the girl says matter-of-factly, her tone so similar to her mothers. It shouldnât surprise Paige, not when the kid has those same dark curls, those same doey brown eyes, that same nose scrunch.
âI owe you three kisses?â Paige repeats.Â
The girl rolls her eyes letting out a sigh far too grave for someone of her age, âyes. Mama says whenever someone says a bad word around me, they have to give me a kiss. You said three bad words, so you owe me three kisses.â
âAnd what does Mama say about asking strangers for kisses?â
âStranger danger duh silly,â the child puts her hands on her hips, tilting her head as she looks at Paige with a far too familiar expression, âbut youâre not a stranger.â
Paige purses her lips, âIâm not?â
âYouâre Paige Bueckers. Iâve seen you at Mamaâs games and Nanna and Pops have pictures of you in their house,â she stops, staring accusingly, âyou donât know who I am? Did you forget me?âÂ
And Paige doesnât know what catches her off guard more. The casual mention of a house that used to feel like a home, of people that used to feel like family or the fact that, that puppy dog stare still has the exact same effect on her that it did years ago, even if the owner of said eyes is different.
âOf course I didnât forget you. Youâre Stephanie,â Paige says softly, trying to muster a smile as she adds the last name, âStephanie Fudd.â
âStephanie Katarina Fudd,â comes the immediate correction, âbut everybody calls me Stephie,â tiny hands wrap around Paigeâs neck as Stephie climbs on to her lap, tapping a finger on her left cheek as she smiles up at Paige, âso now can I have my kisses?â
Slowly, Paige presses three featherlight kisses against the little girlâs cheek and when Stephie squeals in delight, she wishes she could record it. Someone somewhere is playing a practical joke on her, Paige is sure of it. Because all of a sudden, all the little things sheâs been collecting as to reasons why she might just like the Bay Area are starting to feel insignificant in front of this one, in front of Stephie and her innocent smile and the way her free hand is curled around Paigeâs neck as if sheâll hold on forever. And the world is definitely playing a cruel prank on her because Stephie canât be the reason Paige wants to stay, not when her motherâs the reason Paige needs to go.
âYour Mama just lets you run around the building like this?â Paige asks, trying to focus on Stephie instead of the turmoil in her brain.Â
Stephie smiles sheepishly, âwell I was âposed to stay with Aunty Leen while Mama talks to Miss O but then Aunty Leen got a call and I was bored so I came here.â
It doesnât take Paige too long to decipher that Miss O must be Omehaa, but sheâs stuck on who the hell Aunty Leen could be. Sheâs distinctly aware that her skin has no right to prickle, her hands have no right to sweat, her stomach has no right to knot, she has no right to feel anything when it comes to Stephieâs mother. But jealousy floods through her anyways.Â
âWho is Aunty Leen?â Paige asks and then mentally slaps herself for it.Â
âAunty Leen is Aunty Leen,â Stephie explains unhelpfully, âso Miss Buecks-â
âBueckers.â
Stephie shoots her an unimpressed look, âsame things Miss Buecks. Are you here to join Mamaâs team?â
âI-â Paige scratches her neck, only slightly taken aback by the direct question, âI donât know.â
âYou should,â Stephies says decisively, âMamaâs team is the best team in the world and Mamaâs the best player in the whole wide world.â
Paige canât help but smile at Stephieâs loyalty, âso why does her team need me then?â
Stephie looks contemplative for a moment before she uses her index finger to beckon Paige towards her, âcan I tell you a secret?â
âOf course you can,â Paige says, leaning her ear down so Stephie can whisper into it.
âDonât tell anyone but youâre my second favourite player.â
Paige swears her heart feels like it might burst. Sheâs been plenty of peopleâs favourite player and itâs always been nice to hear. But somehow, all of that seems to pale in comparison to being Stephieâs second favourite player.Â
âWhyâs that a secret?â she asks softly.Â
âCause you play for the wrong team silly. I canât cheer for not Mamaâs team,â Stephie huffs and then her eyes twinkle, âthatâs why you should play for Mamaâs team and then I can support you!â
âCanât argue with that logic,â Paige concedes, battling against the part of her brain thatâs conjuring up an image of Stephie on the sidelines, cheering for Paige.Â
âWhatâs log-ic?â Stephie asks.Â
âJust means youâre a really smart kid,â Paige says, tapping the little girlâs nose. Her head is ringing with warning bells because this floaty feeling of belonging thatâs encompassed in this little bubble sheâs found herself in with Stephie is not one sheâs allowed to feel, not now, not ever.Â
âSTEPHIE,â a shrill voice echoes outside and Stephie immediately dives into Paigeâs neck, hiding herself in the crook of it as a frazzled woman bursts through the door. Her eyes soften when they fall on Paige and the blonde canât help the caught expression that filters on her face. She knows sheâs done nothing wrong; Stephie had been the one to find her after all. But perhaps itâs because sheâs scared Colleen will take one look at her and see that tiny rebellious part of her that wants to fight whatâs coming next, wants to fight the woman whoâs going to take Stephie away from her. Paige isnât one to get attached easily. It had only ever happened once before when she was fifteen and sheâd just known that the girl shooting threeâs next to her on the court was meant to be in her life in one way or another. But things had been simple then. Nothing was simple now.Â
âStephie,â Colleen says slowly, âwhat have I told you about running away from me?â
Stephie peeks her head out from Paigeâs chest, a coy smirk playing on her lips, ânot to do it? But you were boring me Aunty Leen.â
Oh thatâs Aunty Leen, Paige thinks and she absolutely should not let out a sigh of relief at that but she does anyway.Â
âI was on the phone for two minutes, Steph.â
âTwo minutes too long,â Stephie counters and Paige has to stifle a laugh.Â
Colleen rolls her eyes before holding out a hand, âwell your Mamaâs nearly done so we have to get going kiddo.â
âCan Miss Buecks come with us?â Stephie asks innocently and both Colleen and Paige freeze.Â
âI donât think-â
âIâm not sure-â
They both begin before their eyes flicker to each other and they canât help but smile. Itâs funny how relationships work, how one snapped string can cause a whole web to dissolve, no matter how hard everyone involved had tried to make it work.Â
âIâm waiting to meet someone sweetheart so I canât come right now,â Paige explains, âbut maybe next time?â
And she shouldnât add that last part, not when Paige should be devising an escape plan to never be in Oakland again instead of giving Stephie false hope about a next time thatâs far from guaranteed. But itâs worth it for the way Stephie grins, staring at Paige like sheâs given her the worldâs greatest gift.Â
Before Paige can say anything, the little girl presses her lips against Paigeâs cheek and she swears she stops breathing for a moment, âI hope you choose to play for Mamaâs team Miss Buecks. I think youâd look pretty in purple.â
***
May 2024
âIâve figured it out,â Paige says triumphantly as she unceremoniously flops onto Azziâs bed.
âWell hi to you too babe,â Azzi grumbles as she scoots over to give the other girl space. Itâs unnecessary because the minute she does, Paige only moves closer, wrapping an arm around Azziâs torso.Â
âHi baby,â she whispers before pressing a kiss against her girlfriendâs lips and pulling away so quickly that it leaves Azzi chasing after her.Â
Azzi huffs and Paige laughs as she gets herself comfortable, resting her chest on the darker skinned girl's stomach, âIâve figured it out.â
âFigured what out?â
âOur future,â Paige says triumphantly and Azzi canât help but smile at the our as she intertwines their fingers together. Itâs been years in the making and thereâs nothing Azziâs more confident in than those two words. Not everyone finds forever this young, but sheâs certain they have because really she canât imagine a life where they donât belong to each other, a life where every night isnât spent exactly like this.Â
âAnd what do you see for our future,â Azzi asks softly.Â
âWell itâs simple really,â Paige hums, âIâm going to get drafted wherever next year but the year after, youâre definitely getting drafted to Valkyries-â
âI donât know about definitely-â
âAzzi itâs rude to interrupt,â Paige sends her a chastising look.Â
âRight of course,â Azzi nods solemnly, âcontinue.â
âAs I was saying. Youâre definitely getting drafted to the Valks and then we just have to wait for my rookie contract to be up and boom! Iâll join you in the Bay Area and weâll be together forever and ever and ever.â
Azzi giggles, brushing her hands through Paigeâs hair, âthat simple huh?â
âThat simple,â Paige promises, catching hold of one of Azziâs hands to press a kiss to her palm, âitâs us Az, weâll always be simple. Besides, I think weâd both look pretty good in purple.â
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May 2033
The Valkyrie facilities are state of the art as expected. Jana is the perfect tour guide, pointing out everything she knows will garner Paigeâs attention. As they step foot onto the practice court, Paige feels the overwhelming sense of this could be home thatâs been dancing along with her every step of the way today. All the resolve sheâd carried with her from Dallas is slowly crashing down and she can practically hear Taliaâs sing-song i told you so voice echoing in her head.Â
âYouâd be really good here P,â Jana says excitedly, doing a little spin.
âYouâd be lucky to have me,â Paige teases, as she picks up a basketball and subconsciously starts dribbling.Â
Jana laughs, before a serious expression takes over, âwe would. We got really close to winning it all last year and I think you might be our missing piece.â
âI want to,â Paige confesses, âI just-â her eyes flicker to the most recent MVP poster hanging on the walls, Janaâs gaze following hers, âI donât know if I should. Itâs so complicated.â
âOnly if you let it be,â Jana says as she swipes the ball out Paigeâs hands, âdonât think of everything else P, just- just think of the basketball. Because you know basketball-wise, this is the right move,â she passes the ball to Paige with a smirk, tilting her head towards the basket, âwhy not take a shot at it P?â
Paige shakes her head, palming the ball in her hands, âcanât believe my sonâs all grown up.â
âChildren of divorce have no choice but to grow up,â Jana says gravely and Paige laughs despite herself.Â
Taking a deep breath, Paige raises the ball, arching her arms perfect as she shoots it. It barely touches the rim, before falling through the basket with swish. Hitting the floor with a quiet thud, the ball rolls until itâs stopped by someone's foot. Behind her, Paige can hear Jana cheering for the shot but she barely registers it, her entire attention on the new figure whoâs just entered the court. Itâs a tale as old as time. Azzi Fudd enters the room and suddenly everything else in Paigeâs peripheral fades away, until itâs just her and the girl who still manages to steal her breath away.Â
âNice shot,â Azzi says, as she takes a slow step towards Paige. The air is thick with tension as if a time capsule has been opened and their past is leaking onto the pages of their present, staining it with marks of the you and me that we used to be. She should say something, even if itâs just an acknowledgement of the compliment but her tongue feels dry and sheâs scared that if she opens her mouth, all the things she shouldnât say will flood out instead.Â
âHey Az,â Janaâs eyes flicker awkwardly between her former teammates, âI didnât know you were coming in today.â
âHad to talk to Omehaa about a couple of things,â Azzi says airly, eyes still fixated on Paige, âJana can we have a minute?â
âYou wonât kill each other will you?â Jana asks nervously.
Azzi laughs and even Paige cracks a small smile, âno Jana, we wonât kill each other.â
âJust making sure because last time-â Jana clamps a hand to her mouth as both Paige and Azzi flinch, âbecause nothing- you guys- you guys talk. Iâll give you guys a minute.â
She scampers away cursing to herself about putting her foot in her mouth and it would be amusing, if not for the fact that Paige can still barely breathe. They havenât been alone in a room since last time and the air around them hangs heavy with the casings of the grenades theyâd hurled at each other.Â
âIâve never seen you with braids this early in the year. They used to be your summer braids,â Paige remarks slowly. Itâs a mundane change to notice but itâs significant of the larger truth, significant of all the time thatâs passed, significant of the fact they donât know these new versions of each other.Â
âYeah um, canât really do summer braids with the W season,â Azzi chews at her lip.
âRight yeah- yeah that makes sense,â Paige nods. The awkwardness is killing her. Sheâd never been a fan of the silence, always more comfortable in the chaos but it had been different with Azzi. There had been something peaceful, something calming, about the quiet, when it was just the two of them, hands intertwined, eyes closed, as they listened to the sound of each otherâs heartbeat.Â
âPaige-â
âAre you here to tell me not to come to GSV?â Paige blurts out, âbecause itâs- itâs okay if you are like I get it. I mean- the two of us- itâs just really fucking complicated so I get it- I get it if you donât want me here.â
âI didnât,â Azzi admits and it shouldnât, but Paige feels it sting anyways, âyouâre right. You and I- thereâs just a lot there and it would- it would be really complicated and when Colleen first told me I- I was gonna go fight Omehaa and be like abso-fucking-lutely not but-â she sucks in a deep breath, âdo you remember the promise we made to each other?â
âWe made a lot of promises to each other,â Paige says, unable to keep the harshness out of her tone, âsorry I-â
âNo youâre right,â Azzi swallows, âbut I meant the promise we made when we first started dating. We said weâd never let the personal affect the professional. We promised each other that no matter what, weâd never let our relationship affect us on the court And I know- I know weâve broken a lot of promises to each other,â they both let out a breath at that, âbut I think- I think maybe we should try and keep this one.â
âWhat are you saying?â
âIâm saying you need a championship contender and GSV needs a PG. Paige, Iâm not here to convince you to not come to GSV, Iâm here to ask you to join our team,â Azzi says resolutely.Â
Paige isnât easily shocked by anything really. Sheâs lived what sheâd consider a pretty interesting life but of course if anyone was going to surprise her, it would be Azzi. Azzi, who has always been an exception to every rule.Â
âYou- you want me on your team?â Paige repeats, a little dumbfounded.
âYes,â Azzi affirms, âyou told me once that we could be the best backcourt duo in college basketball and we were, even if it was only for a year, we were and so now Iâm telling you that I think we could be the best backcourt duo in the WNBA.â
Paige is silent for a second before a smirk takes over her features, âI think I did a lot more than tell you, pretty sure I had a whole video that proved it.â
âAre you asking me to make you a recruiting video?â Azzi raises an unamused eyebrow.Â
Paige shrugs, âcould be a nice gesture.â
âI have a five year old child, Bueckers. Trust me when I say I donât have enough spare time for bullshit like that when you can easily just search up our highlights on youtube. Or just look in your trophy case if youâre looking for proof of how good we can be together,â Azzi says, a hint of that familiar sass bleeding into her spiel.Â
âWe really were good together werenât we,â it spills out before Paige can stop it and itâs like theyâre taking two steps back from each other, the friendly-ish banter of mere seconds ago being clouded by a past tainted by their mistakes, âon the court I mean. We were really good on the court.â
âRight,â Azzi averts her gaze, âjust- just think about it okay? This doesnât- it doesnât have to be about you and me, not like that at least. Itâs about basketball. GSV is the perfect fit for you and youâre the perfect fit for us. And deep down you must know that too, otherwise you wouldnât be here.â
âMaybe Iâm just in it for the free trip to Cali,â Paige surmises.Â
Azzi scoffs, âyou and I both know you make too much money to need a free trip to Cali. If anything, the hotel theyâve given you is probably cheap for your standards.â
âMaybe I just like feeling important? I always did love people showering me with praise.âÂ
âYou always did love the attention,â Azzi grins teasingly, âbut thereâs one thing you always loved more.â
You, Paige thinks but she canât say that, âand whatâs that?â
âWinning. Thatâs what this is about. You want another championship, so do we. Come help us and let us help you. Itâs that simple.â
As Azzi turns to walk away, Paige canât help but call out from behind her, âyou know I think your daughterâs pitch might have been better.â
Thereâs a smile playing on Azziâs lips when she turns her face back a little. Itâs a new smile that Paige can only assume is Azziâs Stephie smile, âyeah? What did she say?â
âShe told me she thinks Iâd look good in purple,â Paige smirks.Â
Azzi laughs, and itâs exactly like Paige remembers, âitâs that simple huh?â
âItâs that simple.â
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Do it for them - Co-captain reader x Curly
Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6
Warning: Mention of rape.
You let out a sigh, as if you had held your breath for a few seconds upon seeing him there.
The only thing you could recognize was that blue eye color he had.
You were in a conflict, you didn't know what to do at that moment, your eyes filled with tears in an instant.
Before you knew it, you were walking towards him, your body aching, but the pain was secondary at that moment.
You leaned over his bed to see him up close, kneeling to be face to face with him.Â
If he could express any kind of emotion on his face, you would say he was terrified that you finally saw him, your eyes were focused on him, and you didn't say a word.
Until you smiled.
"You're really alive..."
You murmured and covered your mouth when you started to laugh, the mix of emotions at that moment was a disaster, between laughter and sobs, you didn't know what to do, whether to feel happy because he was alive, or feel sad about the state he was in.
You slapped your cheeks hard enough to leave them red, trying to reason with yourself while listening to Curly's whimpers.
"Okay- okay- let me help you- I know they've been giving you painkillers for your pain, just let me give them to you"
You mentioned that upon hearing those sounds, you quickly looked for the pills and took one to be able to give it to him.
You moved your fingers nervously as you brought your hand closer to his jaw, his exposed teeth were something unpleasant to see, and the smell of burnt flesh was even worse in the room.
"I see why Anya looks so terrified... It must be difficult for her."
At one point, you pushed the pills down his throat and tried to move him a bit so he could swallow without choking.
In a short time, their whimpers ceased.
You noticed the robe you were wearing and decided to take it off to put on your uniform that was next to the bed where you woke up.
Curly inhaled sharply when you changed, seeing how almost your entire body was covered in bruises.
When you finished, you took a chair and sat down next to your husband.
They both looked at each other in silence.
"I understand why you didn't want me to see you like this... I really thought I would wait until you gave me permission to see you... I didn't expect to end up here in the nursery just like that..."
You looked at your hands and arms, well aware that they were covered in bruises that were now hidden by your clothes, but they were still there, and it hurt so bad. You took one of the painkillers and swallowed it, hoping the pain would go away soon.
"Do you have any idea why Jimmy hates me so much? Maybe he wanted to marry you."
You joked, leaning back in the chair, waiting for the medication to take effect.Â
"I think I found a way to get back, we are heading to a Pony Express station, it seems you were able to reactivate the autopilot in the cabin before the explosion, we will get there in three months, I'm sure we can communicate with someone so they can come and rescue us."
Even when he didn't respond, you enjoyed this conversation you were having, you were happy to be able to talk to your husband again, and you knew very well that he could hear you, by the way he looked at you attentively.Â
Anya: "Curly, I'm sorry for being late, I-"
You turned when you heard the door open and smiled upon seeing that woman, who immediately looked surprised to see you.
"Hey Anya~ woah-"
You were greatly surprised when she jumped at you to hug you, you pressed your lips together to avoid letting out a whimper of pain, reciprocating the hug in confusion.Â
Anya: "I was so scaredâI thought you would never wake up! I thought you were bleeding inside - we didn't know what to do - it happened -"
Immediately, you took her by the shoulders to make her separate and looked her straight in the eyes.Â
"How long was I asleep?...."
Anya wiped her tears and took a breath before answering you.
Anya: "Three weeks..."Â
You immediately got up from your seat, ready to leave the nursery.Â
Curly immediately started making strange sounds, looking at the door and Anya, as if he were begging her to go with you.Â
The woman looked at him strangely but soon began to follow him.Â
Anya: "(Y/n) - please wait -"Â
"Where the hell is Jimmy?"
You stopped and turned to look at her seriously.Â
Anya: "Why are you looking for him?..."
"I'm sure that son of a bitch tried to kill me, I don't know what he's planning, but whatever it is, it ends here and now! Who knows what other damage he has done here on the ship and-!"Â
You fell silent upon noticing his face, a mix of sadness and hope now that you were saying that.Â
"Anya... please... no..."
Anya: "I told Curly but... He didn't do anything... I... I'm pregnant."
You opened your mouth, wanting to say something, but you just pressed your lips together, turned slowly, and took a few steps before starting to run in search of that man.Â
Daisuke: "Swansea, I don't think you should drink that-"
Swansea: "We have no escape from this place now! Bah! Without the captains, there's nothing left."
He commented, taking another sip of the mouthwash they had found in the cargo.Â
Jimmy: "I remind you that I am the captain now, so-"Â
"CAPTAIN MY ASS!"
You arrived furiously in the room where everyone was gathered, you didn't even wait for him to respond, you took a chair close to you and hit him on the back with it.Â
Daisuke: "Woah! What's happening?? (Y/n)! How long ago did you wake up? Why-?"
"GET OUT OF THE WAY!"
When the boy tried to approach you, you pushed him away, ready to hit Jimmy again, who was on the ground in pain.Â
"DON'T TOUCH ME! I'M GOING TO KILL HIM!"
You started to shake as you felt the arms of both males holding you, preventing you from continuing to hit the other.Â
Swansea: "What's happening with you?!"
"HE RAPE ANYA!"Â
You shouted, exposing him in front of everyone, all of them speechless at the revelation.Â
They slowly released you, and when you saw Jimmy move, trying to get up, you kicked him in the mouth, making him fall to the ground again.Â
"You are disgusting, disgusting! Aren't you ashamed?! You've already done too much damage, you're on my damn ship! You're not going to do anything else here. And when we return, I will make sure you ROT IN JAIL."
You shouted this last part in his ear, grabbing his hair to make him lift his head, and then you slammed it against the ground again.
"Killing you would be showing mercy on you."Â
You spat on his chest and left him there for a few seconds, you were going to have to find a place to lock him up.
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Better Boyfriend than Him (18+) pt. 4
Jessie Fleming x Reader
Preview: you and Jessie have your first date
Warnings: some discussion of sex, suggestive, mention on masturbation, some cursing I think
WC: 3.2k (short and sweet)
A/N: this is the most tame chapter so far, itâs also the shortest chapter so far, limited sexual content (sorry to disappoint), more smut is coming in the next part
You were in the middle of getting ready, deciding between shirts when an aggressive knocking came from your door. Checking your phone you saw it was 5:38, you had to leave to pick up Jessie in 7 minutes. You could just ignore whoever was at the door, maybe it was just a solicitor and theyâd leave when they decide no one is home. That plan fails as the banging becomes more harsh.
With a frustrated huff you throw on your sleep shirt that was lying on the floor and head toward the front door. You open the door and much to your surprise, Jessie is standing in front of you. It takes a second for you to register that sheâs there. Sheâs wearing a dress shirt and slacks and has a sport jacket in one hand and a large handful of flowers in the other.
âWhat are you doing here?â You donât mean to accuse her but you were supposed to be picking her up at 6, and here she was at your doorstep.
âThese are for you.â She holds out the bouquet of flowers to you. She has a shy smile on her face, for a second her appearance doesnât seem to resemble your best friend at all. For one she rarely was dressed up like this, you had maybe seen her in a dress shirt once when she had to give a presentation and she complained about not being able to wear a regular shirt all day. She also looks nervous. Nervous wasnât a look she expressed often, she usually was oozing with confidence, but here she was shifting her weight from one foot to the other, her hand extended holding the flowers as she looked at you.
âThanks.â You take the flowers from her and she follows you inside and to the kitchen. You dig around for a vase to put the flowers in and end up just picking a large water bottle, not having a vase as a college student. Before youâre able to scold her for being so early and throwing off your plans Jessie starts to explain herself.
âSorry Iâm early, and I know you were supposed to be picking me up, I just got nervous at home and I panicked and youâre the one I come to when Iâm nervous so thatâs what I did.â Sheâs playing with her fingers, cracking her knuckles and picking at her skin on her thumb.
âThatâs okay.â You can tell sheâs nervous and unsure so you decide against telling her off for messing up your scheduling. âI just need to finish getting ready, I thought I had a few more minutes. Just give me a second, okay?â
âYeah, sorry again.â Jessie apologies as she moves over to your couch. Giving her one last look with a smile you head back into your bedroom.
Back in your room you rummage through your closet, still not being able to pick out what to wear. If this was any other day and you were unsure of an outfit youâd call Jessie Youâd FaceTime her, shower her the options and asking which top you should wear on your date. Only you couldnât call her now since she was the date. She was waiting in the other room, you couldnât call her.
Nerves were starting to build in your stomach, maybe this was a bad idea. You take a deep breath, feeling lightheaded suddenly at the realization that you were about to try and date your best friend. Moving across the room, you sit down on your bed. You sit for a minute, trying to not think of all the things that could go wrong, except it seems all you can think of are all the things that could go so very wrong.
If this goes poorly you could never see her again. Youâd never be able to text her, youâd never talk with her late into the night. No more coffee runs, no more drives in the car, no more studying and helping her with classes, none of it. Sheâd no longer be your friend, your friend with benefit, sheâd become a stranger. No more passing notes in class when youâre both too bored to pay attention. No more sharing a blanket on the couch where you both fall asleep and you wake up nuzzled into her. No more calling her when you need advice. Sheâd be gone from your life if these dates fail. Feeling your chest get tight you lay back resting your head on the bed, trying to force air into your lungs as you breathe.
Focusing on breathing, a usual mindless habit, becomes harder than you ever thought it could be. Your small panic attack is interrupted by a soft knock on the door. You donât say anything and the door handle turns and in walks Jessie.
âAre you alright?â You hadnât realized how much time had passed, it was nearing ten past six.
You sit up looking at her, you can feel the tears welling in your eyes and you probably have red cheeks from struggling to breathe for the past couple of minutes.
âHey whatâs wrong?â Jessie says seeing your appearance. She moves over to sit next to you, wrapping her arm around your waist. She holds you tight, it relaxes you for a moment. The relaxation is quickly replaced with more nerves when you have the thought that if your date goes poorly, you wouldnât be able to get this comfort from Jessie anymore. You stand up, out of her grasp and move away from her.
âI just donât want to ruin this.â You gesture between the two of you. âWhat if we go on this date and you decide you want nothing to do with me and then weâre not friends anymore. I canât lose you, youâre everything to me, I canât lose my best friend.â The tears spill over as you explain yourself to Jessie.
âYouâre not going to lose me.â She shakes her head at you.
âYou canât guarantee that.â A bubble of anger builds up inside your chest, she canât just sit here and claim everything will be fine, thatâs impossible for her to know, she canât just make that false promise to you.
âI can, because I know Iâm not walking away from you.â She stands up to move in front of you. âLook, even if this dating idea doesnât work, Iâll need you in my life too. You donât think Iâm nervous too? Fuck, Iâm over here worried that youâll realize you donât even want to date another girl.â
âOh.â You let a small laugh escape from your lips, you hadnât thought about the fact that Jessie would be the only girl youâve attempted to date. Listening to her admit her own concerns make yours seem less scary, you both are in this together. Suddenly your fears start to slip away.
âWhy are you laughing?â Jessieâs tone seemed upset.
âJust this feels silly, that weâre both nervous, like we already practically act like weâre dating, just without the label. We get dinner together, we hang out everyday, we sleep at each other's houses, and now we have sex. Is it silly that weâre being so nervous?â
âYeah I guess it is.â She gives you a smile. âAre we still doing this then?â
âOnly if you want? Because I do, I want to.â You respond to her.
âI want to too.â
âOkay then get out, let me finally pick a shirt and Iâll be out. Maybe we can pretend this part didnât happen?â You gently shove her toward the door.
âAs a friend, Iâd wear the white top.â She adds before she walks out of your room, closing the door behind her. You smile to yourself realizing she knew that your concerns and panic had stemmed from being unable to pick between two shirts, the two shirts had been laying on your bed next to where she had sat. It made you feel reassured, at the base of everything, she was your friend first, your date second.
You move over, throwing the white top on before looking in the mirror fixing your hair and taking a deep breath looking at yourself, the tears that came down your face tried, leaving small streaks. Itâs not like you had to hide that you had cried, she was there when the tears came out. You give yourself another look over before walking out and back into the living room where Jessie was standing, pacing across the room.
âHi.â You get her attention. She turns to look at you and you see her eyes scan up and down your body.
âYou look good, especially that top.â She winks at you. Her eyes trailing back down to your shirt.
âThanks, my best friend helped me pick it. Ready to go?â
âWhere are we going?â
âThatâs for me to know and you to find out.â You grab her hand and your keys and pull her out the door. What Jessie didnât know was the second you left her apartment earlier you had called in an order to your favorite local restaurant, ordering a small feast of sandwiches, sides, and desserts for you to pick up.
You walk to the car and Jessie drops your hand running head of you and attempts to open your door for you. She pulls on the handle but the door is locked, you hold her keys up in her direction.
âUnlock it, Iâm trying to be romantic and open your door for you.â She complains to you. You unlock the car, letting her open your door. She closes it once youâre in and does a quick run to the passenger side before getting in herself.
You drive to the restaurant, parking and telling Jessie youâll be right back. You run in and grab the food, coming back to the car and placing it in the trunk where you had already packed drinks and a blanket. You hop back in the driver's seat and start up the car again. Itâs quiet between the two of you, not uncomfortable silence but just quiet, the music playing filling the car.
After a few minutes of driving you pull into a vacant parking lot on a golf course situated on the top of a hill.
âYou know I play soccer not golf right?â Jessie says, realizing where you were.
âThe course is closed anyway, weâre not golfing.â You say to her.
You park and unbuckle before getting out of the car. Jessie meets you at the trunk and helps you carry the food along with the drinks and blanket.
âGo ahead and just put the blanket down over there.â You point at an open patch of grass.
She lays out the blanket and you place the food down before taking off your shoes and climbing onto the blanket.
âSit.â Patting the space next to you to get her to sit down. She listens and removes her shoes as well before sitting next to you.
âThis is my favorite place to watch the sunset.â Telling her why you brought her to the top of an empty golf course. âI figured we could have dinner and watch it.â You gesture to the picnic in front of you.
As time passes you feel yourself relax, feeling like it was less of a date and more just spending time with Jessie. You talk about school for a bit, bringing up the exams you have coming up. The two of you pass food back and forth, sharing nearly everything you had ordered, each having a beer from the pack. Jessie talks about soccer, you both talk about your families, excited to go home and see them at the holiday break. You break open the desserts just as the sun begins to hide. It was easy being with her.
You both watch the sunset, the sun disappearing and leaving behind the cold night. You shiver, without the sun you wish you had brought a jacket. Jessie must have noticed and sheâs suddenly removing her sport coat and moving to wrap it around your body.
âThanks.â She just smiles back at you. When she sits back down she sits closer, your legs touching.
âYou know,â you nudge her knee with yours, âfor someone who claims they donât know how to date you sure are doing all the right things.â
âWhat does that mean?â Jessie canât tell if youâre being sarcastic with her or serious by your comment.
âYou brought flowers, opened the car door, and gave me your jacket. All those things, very chivalrous of you.â
âIâm just trying, is it too much?â You realize maybe your intended compliment has not been received well.
âNo, no Jess, I really, itâs been, youâre doing perfect.â You turn to her, putting your hand on her arm to reassure her. She turns and now youâre face to face.
It was funny, as she sits here looking back at you, you suddenly feel the nerves of the first date coming back. Itâs as if you had never kissed her before, as if just a couple of hours ago she hadnât had you bent over naked screaming her name. You were frozen, wanting to lean in and put your lips on hers but feeling unsure of how to. You find your eyes moving between her lips and eyes. Her tongue quickly peaks out, wetting her bottom lip. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears as you both lean in.
Something about this felt so different, you had kissed Jessie maybe 100 times at this point through the weeks, but there was something so soft and gentle and innocent about the kiss you shared.
Her lips were soft, gently pressed against yours, no intention behind them, no slip of her tongue, no wandering hands, just her lips against yours. Her hand is placed on your cheek, itâs cold from the nighttime air and is a strong contrast from her lips. She pulls away after only a couple of seconds, a smile pulling at her lips.
You donât say anything, both of you just silently processing your first kiss, not as friends. Thatâs when you feel the first rain drop. It lands on your nose and then you see one hit her face as well. Within seconds the sky opens up and rain comes falling down.
You both let out a squeal and jump up, grabbing the remains of your picnic as quickly as possible and making a dash to the car. You throw everything into the car, not caring where it ends up before jumping in the front seat slamming the door behind you. Just the sound of you both breathing heavily from running and the initial shock of the rain fills the car.
âIf I didnât know any better Iâd say this was intentional. You were trying to make me wet.â Jessie gives you a suggestive glance.
âNo actually, just forgot to check the weather. Sorry about that.â You peel off the coat she had given you and pass it back to her. You start the car, turning on the heat to warm you both up before you pull out of the parking lot and head in the direction of Jessieâs apartment.
âLet me at least walk you to the door.â You say as you pull in front of her house. You couldnât lie, you maybe had the intention of walking her to the door, and following her inside and into her bedroom, but you werenât going to say that out loud. You both get out of the car and make a quick dash out of the rain and toward her door. You follow here and you both squeeze under the small awning above her door. She places her hand on the doorknob and then turns back to you.
âI had a really nice time tonight.â Jessie then laughs at her own sentence. âSorry that sounded too cliche. But really, I know we hang out all the time anyway but, I enjoy spending time with you, a lot.â
âI like spending time with you too Jessie.â It felt funny to be saying this to her, she obviously knew you liked spending time with her, thatâs why you were friends in the first place.
âCan we do this again?â You were a little taken aback by Jessieâs question, sure you figured the date went well but with her history of not dating, you werenât fully expecting her to initiate further dates.
âYeah, we can.â A huge smile breaks onto your face as you look at Jessie, this could work.
âIâll send you details then.â She holds up her phone, giving it a shake before sliding it into her pant pocket.
She takes a step closer to you and her hand finds your chin. She tilts your head up gently and meets your lips with hers in another soft kiss. You try to push her, letting your lips open a bit for her tongue to meet yours, but her lips stay tightly closed against yours.
âI donât fuck on the first date.â She whispers in your ear as she pulls back from your kiss. The feeling of her breath on your ear has goosebumps trailing across your skin. The words she spoke sounded so innocent and yet so dirty coming from her mouth that it made you want to jump her bones in the hallway of her apartment. You knew she was just throwing your own words about not kissing before the first date back at you so you roll your eyes at her.
âHave a good night.â She gives you one last look, a cocky smirk across her lips before she turns back and opens her apartment door.
âThanks, you too.â You say before her door finally shuts and youâre face to face with the wood panel. That was definitely not how you had expected the night to end. If you were confident about anything going into the date it was that you were going to end up naked under Jessie with her name falling from your lips at the end of the night. And yet here you stood, alone, fully clothed, with nothing more than a kiss to hold you over until the next date. For some reason you were filled with warmth even though you were going home to sleep in an empty bed, it felt like the opposite of lonely as you walked away from her door.
While you would have loved to be under Jessie at the moment, something felt reassuring that you both hadnât immediately jumped into bed. She was treating you differently than other girls and she was treating this differently than when the two of you had just been friends with benefits.
Youâre only a few steps away from Jessieâs door when she texts you and her cocky personality returns.
Jessie đŠ: feel free to dream about me tonight when you go to sleep
Jessie đŠ: or when youâre touching yourself later, I donât mind ;)
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ê±áŽáŽáŽáŽÊ áŽáŽáŽáŽ - áŽáŽáŽáŽ ê±áŽáŽÊÉŽÉȘáŽÊáŽ
part 2 (part 1 here)
summary: you and your best-friend matt, have decided to sign up to be a summer camp counsellor for your school's summer project! will you two stay as just friends? or will this summer turn out different for you guys.
a/n: theres going to be smut in the next part, hope you guys like this, read part 1 first, linked at the top! fuck danielle
contains: swearing, fighting (physical at some points), kissing/making out
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abrubtly matt pulls away, he saw me. his face drops as dani stares at me. my heart thumps as i freeze. matt tries to walk over to me, but its too late, i've already took off in the other direction.
i've found myself in the empty staff bathrooms, hiding in the stalls. matthew wasted my time, i spent half the fucking roadtrip up here comforting him, then he goes and makes out with her a few hours later?
i can't even understand why im feeling like this, why am i so.. jealous?
the door to the bathrooms swing open, probably matt, coming to explain himself.
"hey, come out of the stall please." a female voice calls out, "who's this sorry?" i say, still on the verge of tears.
"danielle."
my breath hitches in my throat, before i swallow hard. "oh." i mumble, unlocking my stall. im met with her face, shes still wearing the same outfit she was wearing while kissing my best friend.
she suddenly interupts my thoughts, "look, i don't know who the fuck you think you are? but don't go snooping into me and matts personal business, unfortunately hes mine." she says while crossing her arms, i scoff.
"funny you say that, because the whole car ride up here matt's been dreading seeing you, his exact words were, 'fucking hate her' so if i were you i'd back away hm?" i say in a 'sympathetic' tone.
she clenches her fist, running her spare hand through her dark brown bob before smashing her fist into the side of my face.
"what the actual fuck!" i yell before jumping at her, throwing her to the floor. the next 5 minutes are a blur of screaming, punching, hair pulling before she gets pulled off of me.
its jessie, the owner of the fucking camp.
she looks pissed.
(15 minutes later)
ive been sitting alone in the nurses office for 10 minutes, its now 11:30pm, i have to be awake in 7 hours for breakfast setup.
the door to the room im in swings open.
its matthew.
"y/n, are you okay? i heard what happened" he says frantically, sititng down on the chair beside the medical bed.
"oh please matt, dont act like you care." i mutter out.
"what?" he says cluelessly.
"look, go find out how danielles doing, oh! or you could fuck her while your there, go back to your cabin with her!" i yell, matts eyes widen as he looks at me.
"we aren't sharing a cabin, im with lincoln, shes with paige." he mumbles as he fidgets with his hands.
i laugh out of disbelief before standing up, pushing past him out of the room im in before swinging open the door to the nurses office.
the cold night air hits my fresh wounds as i approach my cabin, the lights are on inside meaning Xavier is still awake. i swing open the door, xaviers face drops "babe what the fuck happened!" he says, running up to me and hugging me, "danielle happened." i sniff as he lets me go.
"you gotta get some rest, we're helping the kids do kayaking tomorrow okay? gotta be up at 6:30." he whispers, as he pulls the covers down on my bed, letting me crawl in.
(6:30am the next day.)
a loud honk blares through the campsite, before jessie on the megaphone starts "shark counsellers! the shark kids are lined up outside the breakfast hall, go help out in the kitchen"
i groan, my face still throbbing from dani's punches. xaivers sits up in the bed opposite me, "you feeling better.." he says, his voice raspy.
i nod, "mhm, not too excited about dealing with about 25 nine year olds." i mumble getting out of bed "you'll be right, theres 6 of us to control them we'll do it." he says optimistically.
i finish up getting changed, tying my hair into two braids. "you coming?" i say, looking at xaiver over my shoulder.
the hall is only a few hundred meters away from the staff cabins, which is now filled with 200 children. matt and lincoln are walking through the doors, dani and paige follow close behind them, too close for my liking.
i step inside, the smell of oatmeal fills my nose as i look around, theres countless tables filled with friend groups, in the back corner matts sitting alone on the last empty table, picking at his dry toast. i sigh loudly before walking over to him, he looks up at me, his eyes are puffy and red, he looks upset.
i sit down opposite him, his breathing picks up before he starts unannouced,
"dani and i.. have hated eachother since middle school. when i saw you get into your cabin with xavier i got fucking jealous. hate to admit it but i did. while i was walking towards my cabin dani approached me, she started touching up on my arms before pulling me off the path into the bushes. she kissed me, i don't know why i kissed her back, i think it was a jealousy thing, i wanted to get back at you?"
he sighs loudly as silence grows.
"look y/n, i really like you, and-" hes cut off by jessie on her fucking megaphone.
"helloooo campers! this is the first official day of summer camp and here are what each group is doing today!, crabs are doing rock climbing, which means it is mandatory to wear closed toe shoes. Sharks will be doing kayaking, please wear your swimsuit and your counsellers will take you down to the lake!"
i barely take in what jessie says, the only thing i'm thinking about is matt's previous sentence
look y/n i really like you.
look y/n i really like you.
(20 minutes later)
we've been sitting by the lake for a few minutes now, watching the kids attempt to kayak, im wearing a triangle white bikini with daisys printed on it, matt's sitting to my left, his eyes have been on me the whole time.
abrubtly he stands up, looking down at me. "come with me." he demands "huh?"
i stand up anyway, he takes my hand and starts to walk towards a shed, he opens the door and switches on the light. the dim warm lighting fills the room, revealing piles of wetsuits and life jackets.
he turns around and closes the door to the shed, locking it behind him.
he looks me in my eyes, his eyes dart down to my lips. "can i kiss you." matt asks, barely audible.
i gulp before nodding my head.
matt's hand holds my cheek gently before connecting his lips with mine. after a few seconds it turns into a makeout, his veiny hand holding my hair.
he pulls away slowly as his phone lights up, he scrolls through it before letting out a soft laugh "no way" he scoffs, rubbing his eyes.
"tonight were sleeping in the kids hall, like me and you, supervising.."
"you're kidding matt"
"nope, apparently theres a small cabin that connects off the kids hall, its got 1 bed that we share" he laughs
my cheeks flush, sharing a bed with matt, after this?..
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hope you guys liked this, like i said there will be smut in the next part!!
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AO3
Part 1
Part 4
Part 6
Part 5 of the roommates idea
Okay okay, so before this starts, a lot of people have mentioned me posting this on ao3, and my question is if you guys mean it as it is, or if I should make two or three new parts to make up for the first part.
Because in the first part, we miss a lot of possible moments between Steve and Eddie since it skips to the basic idea.
This whole thing was meant to be a messy and quick way to get my ideas out, but then people ended up actually liking it, and well, I just want you guys to like the outcome.
Basically, I wanna know if I should;
A.Post it on ao3 as is
B. Post it on ao3 with two to maybe four parts instead of the original post, and have me do part six after I make those. (I'm a decently quick writer when I'm motivated, all these parts so far have been within a day or two)
C. Make the parts instead of the original post, and have this be a big one-shot on ao3(meaning it wouldn't be posted on there until this is finished)
I am really leaning towards B, just cause I wanna do those interactions (one of which would be Eddie coming out to Steve), but I wanna see what you guys think first.
This whole thing is kinda a wreck cause I don't usually post fics on Tumblr but hopefully it will get better with time.
After Dustin explains the upside down, and Eddie talks about what really happened, they come to a sort of agreement.
Eddie was to stay at the boathouse, and someone would occasionally come over with a supply of drinks and food.
Steve, of course, despised this, because Eddie is his best friend-(And who was he kidding? Goddamn crush, too)-dammit, but he let the plan go on anyway.
Before they left, Steve turned to Eddie, brows pinched together.
âStay safe, alright? If you get hurt because you do something stupid, Iâll beat the shit out of you.â
Eddie laughed, loud and full, âKinda counterproductive, aye sweetheart?â
He stopped when Steve didnât laugh or make a joke back. âIâll be fine, and Iâll walkie if things go to shit.â
âGood.â Steve gave him a little peck on the corner of his lips, âDonât die, man. Canât take care of these little shits by myself.â
He turned to face Max, and a gaping Dustin and Robin.
âLets go, nerdsâ
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Steve stared at the ground, unblinking.
One of his kids were gonna die.
Eddie had had apparently left the boathouse
Eddie was being hunted.
Two more students have been murdered.
He licked his lips, and his eyes flicked up to watch Powell talk about the town hall meeting.
They were royally fucked.
âDustin, can you hear me? Wheeler? Stevie?â
Steveâs eyes widened and he turned around in time to see Dustin snatch the walkie.
âEddie, holy shit. Are you okay?â
The walkie took a second to crackle back to life.
âNah man, pretty uh, pretty goddamn far from okay.â
âWhere is he?âNancy asked, already halfway back into the car.
âWhere are you?â
âSkull Rock, Steve knows it.â
Steve smiled, grabbing the walkie and clicking down on the button, âHold on tight, Ed-stefer, weâre on our way.â He tossed it back to Dustin before turning to Nancy.
âIâm driving.â
She scrunched her nose, but didnât question it and swapped to the passenger's side.
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âDude, Iâm telling you, youâre leading us the wrong way.â
âItâs North, Iâm positive! I checked the map.â
Steve sighed and pinched his nose, âThis is literally Eddie and Iâs spot, we come here all the time.â
âThat doesnât have to do with it being a make-out spot, does it?â Lucas asked hesitantly from his spot in the back.
âJesus, no Sinclair, this does not have to do with- Eddie and I are just friends.â
Robin scoffed, âDidnât you kiss him earlier?â She asked.
âAs friends. He doesnât like me like that.â
âRight, but you like him like that, though?â
âOh wow, suddenly weâre here, yâknow, at the place you said we werenât gonna end up at?â Steve yelped, gesturing broadly at the rocks around him.
Lucas has to physically bite his lip to keep from mentioning that he had absolutely picked that up from Eddie, or that Eddie had picked it up from him.
âSee? You little butthead, I was right.â
Theres a rustle of leaves and then,
âI concur, you, Dustin Henderson, are a total butthead.â
Steve turned to face the man and almost collapsed in relief, hes not hurt.
âJesus Eddie, we thought you were a goner.â Dustin sighed, as he made his way past Steve to hug Eddie.
âYeah, me too man. Me too.â
The hug goes on for maybe ten seconds before Eddieâs pulling back and bringing Steve into a side one, you know, like some kind of dad. âI tried calling you guys, but uhâŠâ
His face turned sheepish and he stepped back a bit to grab some water from a canister. âMy walkie was busted, man.â
âDrenched.â He adds in after a second, laughing a bit.
He took another sip from the bottle before wiping and extra drops away from his mouth. âSo, uh, I did the thing that I do now apparently. I ran.â He let out another laugh, this one was a little bit more self-deprecating.
âDo you know what time this was? The attack.â
Eddie perked up, and grabbed at his wrist, â Yeah, no, I um, know exactly what time it was.â
He held up a watch, the dials on it werenât moving. âMy walkie wasnât the only thing that got soaked.â
â9:27âŠâ
âSame times our flashlights went kablooey.â Robin says, and her eyes light up like she connected the dots.
Steve hadnât, âWhich means what exactly?â
âThat that surge of energy was Vecna attacking Patrick.â
Steve half-zoned out, silently going through the events in his head, while maintaining conversation.
âSkull Rock was North.â
âAn electromagnetic field.â
âWhat say you, Eddie the Banished?â
Steve tuned back in, a hundred percent now. He turned to look at Eddie, who was still crouching, and damn how did his back not hurt?
âI say youâre asking me to follow you into Mordor,â Steve perked up, he kind of knew this one, â-which, if Iâm totally straight with you, I think itâs a really bad idea.â
And Steve nodded along, because yeah, this was a terrible idea.
âBut uh, the Shire, the Shire is burning, so Mordor it is.â
He whistled at Eddie when everyone got up, and he was by Steveâs side in seconds.
âYouâre not hurt or anything, are you? Cause you donât look it butâŠâHe trailed off, and Eddie grinned.
âI am all-good Steve-O.â Steve nodded, âGood, good.â
Suddenly, there was a sharp gasp from right next to him, âWere you, perhaps, worried?!â Steve kicked a rock instead of answering.
It just made Eddieâs grin widen further.
âYou totally were! Stevie Harrington, The-Former-King-Of-Hawkins turned sweetheart, worrying over lil-ol-Eddie-The-Freak-Munson!â
Steve scoffed, â First off, Iâd like to think Iâve always been a sweetheart, second off, keep it in your pants, dude.â
Eddie cackled, leaning into his side, âYeah, yeah! Youâre right. Youâve kinda been like that for the past two years, Mr.Eddie-Cant-Carry-A-Fucking-Hot-Pan-Anymore.â He laughed, ignoring the second part of Steveâs statement.
He huffed, âJust donât want you getting hurt.â
Eddie booped his nose, âYeah yeah, youâre just you like that.â
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*:ïŸâ§*:ïŸâ§ these violent delights | davos blackwood (part 9) *:ïŸâ§*:ïŸâ§
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 â€ïžâđ„| Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 â€ïžâđ„
ship:Â davos blackwood x fem!oc
warnings: 18+ explicit smut
summary: they fuck
word count: 5333
a/n: this chapter is long asf and I was almost going to publish it as a two parter and leave you all with blue balls once again but I decided to just wait it out until I finished it! So sorry about the extra long wait. Next chapter is the END (I hope) not counting the epilogue okay bye
When Cersha returned to her chamber, she was not surprised to see Davos perched on the bay windowsill, his fingers laced around his bent knee while his injured leg stretched out beside him. She had expected him to be blistering mad at her abrupt dismissal earlier that afternoon, but he was a vision of weary resignation as his forehead rested on the glass. The watery light filtered through the fresh linen shirt he had dressed in, showing the curve of his torso and the sinewy length of his arms. He lifted his head and smiled as the door creaked shut, she saw that he was rid of the patchy beard that had grown in the twelve days since the battle. Had it really been such a short time?
âMy, Iâve never seen you so clean.â She teased.
âAll in service of you, my lady.â He got shakily to his feet and bowed mockingly.
âDavos, please.â She sighed, the elation of her epiphany at the sept already waning.
âWhat?â He cocked his head to the side and offered a slanted smirk. âIâm your sworn protector, arenât I? Chastely sworn⊠we both know how that turned out, now donât we?â
She reddened at the memory of his lips stamping wet marks across her skin. She said nothing, only rolling her eyes. He sat back heavily on the sill and clucked his tongue.
âWere you sitting on that lie for long?â
âOnly sinceâŠâ She drifted off, feeling a wave of residual panic at the memory of the night before. Davosâ face softened and she shied away from the earnestness of it. âLook, Iâm sorry. I am. I just, I wasnât sure how Oscar would take it if he knew who you were or that a Blackwood had killed a Nightâs Watchman on his land, I thought he mightâŠâ
âExecute me on the spot?â
âNo! No, heâd never kill unless he had to. I was afraid he may send you back to your family to be punished for desertion, or that he might have just thrown you in the dungeon or something for starting this whole mess.â
ââStarting this whole mess,â is that what you think? Is that why you still donât trust me after all weâve been through?â
âNo! You were defending your familyâs honour, I cannot fault you that, but the battle began with the swing of your sword. That is the truth. I feared Oscarâs retribution, but his ire is for the lord regent who instructed the default on the assize.â
âAlways trying to protect me, arenât you? What ire could that boy have? He looks as if-â
âAs much ire as Iâll have if you speak ill of him.â He just scoffed and shook his head. âAsides, it matters not. Oscar recognised you.â
âI could have told you that,â He said. âIf youâd only told me of your plans.â
âI see that now.â She ran a hand through her hair. âI surmised you would not take kindly to concealing your identity from the regent high lord. I did not want to fight you.â
âWhy?â His expression darkened as he pushed to his feet and limped a step closer to her. âAre you afraid of me?â A step closer. âThink I might kill you?â
Another step closed the gap between them, his hand coming to rest feather-light on her neck. Her eyelids drooped as the tickles of his callouses fizzed through her brain.
âWeâve come this far crow boy.â She looked up through her lashes, seeing him obscured behind soft focus and beige streaks. âIf you wanted to kill me, you would have done it by now.â She pressed forward until there was a slight pressure on her throat. âIâve seen the fire in you, but Iâm not scared. It burns for me, does it not?â
âAye.â He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing as his pupils blew out into glossy black discs in the confines of his dark eyes. âAll for you, my lady.â
That was enough to make her melt into his touch, savouring the warm, full feeling that radiated from his rough hand as it formed the perfect collar around her swan-curved neck. That feeling, not of possession but of belonging, as people sometimes belong to each other. Her hands found his neck in some attempt to mirror the experience back to him, thumbs stroking the smooth skin from his ears to his collarbones as his eyes drifted closed. His breaths grew ragged as he leaned in to rest his forehead on hers.
âI thinkâŠâ His nose brushed hers, lips so close that every breath was a heady exchange of essence, hearts racing in syncopated time. â...I want to know what itâs like to kiss you.â
âIs that so surprising?â Her fingers stroking his jaw pulsed a rhythm in his veins.
âI donât kiss.â He growled weakly, stomach fluttering like a virgin maid.
âWhy?â Her breath on his lips was the ghost of a kiss.
âBrings all sorts of⊠feelings.â Her hands were in his hair now, scratching gently at his scalp and savouring the rabbity softness of his freshly washed locks until blissful tremors weakened his knees.
âIs that such a bad thing?â He let go of a whimper as she rubbed her nose against his.
âIf I kiss you, Iâll never stand to be parted from you. Iâll have to marry you.â
She pulled back, all the silvery feeling rushing through the channel of their meeting eyes.
âKiss me.â
In that soft afternoon light, safe at last behind the stony battlements with the dull roar of the rushing moat shielding them from silence, in a room lovingly furnished with the colours of their liege, with the perfumed steam from the bath behind the fish mural divider wreathing around them, they shook off their houses like two bucks losing their antlers in spring. It was as if there had been a levee between them, weeping water from long spiderweb cracks, and now the stones came bursting out and there it was. The torrent of feeling, the lips parting, the passion, the crush, the smelting together of two beings in this primeval ritual.
At last they broke apart, her gasping for air and him kissing down her neck, whining against her perfect skin.
âDavos.â She panted. He nipped her. She took a handful of black hair and tugged it firmly. âDavos!â
âMmâŠâ He tilted his head back and she saw his eyes clouded by lust.
âBehave.â She pecked his swollen lips. âI must bathe first. I stink.â
A mischievous grin spread across his face and he buried his nose in her neck, inhaling deeply.
âYou smell-â Sniff. â-fantastic.â
As she lifted her arm to push him away he stuck his face right into the pit and drew in a long breath.
âLike a woman.â He sighed dreamily and began peppering kisses across her chest.
âGet away!â She laughed, lifting her arms and throwing back her head to give him more access to the skin exposed by her dress. âYou foul beast.â
He just chuckled and kissed all over her collarbones, bending double as she backed away until they bumped into the tub. He whined when he realised where they had ended up.
âSweetling.â He pouted, trying to coax her back toward the bed.
âDavos, anyone would think youâre starving.â She rolled her eyes with an exasperated smile. âCome on. Wonât you wash my hair for me?â
âYou know slavery is outlawed in the Seven Kingdoms?â
âJust get in the bath.â She pursed her lips derisively, letting her hands wander up under his shirt to explore the dips and curves of his back. âJust⊠soak with me for a while. Please?â
He scoffed and she could see him fighting against a blissful smile as her nails raked up his spine.
âFine.â
âThank you.â She murmured. âWas that so hard?â
He smiled in that exasperated way, peeled off his shirt and dropped his breeches and underclothes in a swift, practical motion. For an instant she was stunned by the beauty of him; the subtle dips and rises of muscle on his thin limbs and torso, the grazes, bruises and old faded scars that each served as a reminder of passionate fury roused when something he loved was at risk, and the supple pink skin of his dick that hung half-hard by his thigh.
âWhat?â He grinned. âLike what you see?â
âYour wound.â She pointed to the bandage on his thigh, trying to save face.
âOf course.â He rolled his eyes. âDo you want me in the bath or not?â
She bit her lip.
âYou can dress it again later.â He had pulled it off and clambered awkwardly into the milky water before she had the chance to protest, gripping both sides of the tub as he gingerly lowered himself down. âGods, thatâs lovely.â
âYouâre always putting yourself in harmâs way for me.â
âYou love it.â She did love it. âThough I hardly think a bath can be considered âharmâs way.â Besides, this is far nicer than the bath they drew for me. Just hot water, a rag and a bar of soap. NoâŠâ He picked out a floating rose petal and inspected it before letting it float away like a grumpkinâs sailboat. â...luxury.â
She noticed then that she had indeed been showered in what little frills Riverrun could afford with an encroaching war. Roses from the gardens floating on water white from goatâs milk; she suspected from the lactonic, pastoral scent that it was not the cowâs milk favoured by most highborn ladies for bathing. The water was silky through her fingers, from salt and honey she assumed, and lavender oil turned the steam heavy and narcotic.
âThe boy favours you still.â Davos remarked as he reached for a brown-skinned pear from the tray on the side table, cut in half and loaded high with soft cheese and a crust of walnuts, and popped the whole thing in his mouth, wiping the juice with the back of his hand.
âEnough about Oscar.â She flicked a scoop of water at him, making him sputter. âAnd donât eat all those, Iâm starving. Did they not feed you earlier?â
âThey did, but Iâm never satisfied, my lady.â He smiled sweetly. âMinnows and cress on toast, though the ones you catch are far sweeter.â
âThank you.â She preened, though his flattery was obvious, and took a pear for herself, a little moan escaping her at the flavour. âI must confess, I have missed real food. I hope they give us lamb tonight, or veal. Something thatâs fed on grass and hasnât had to fight for every morsel-â
âAre you getting in or not?â
She huffed at his blunt tone and expectant face, and finished her pear in two irritated bites. The amusement on his face was almost enough to make her storm off, but stronger than the annoyance that was only heightened by the bubbling fear of removing her clothes in front of him was her desire to be close to him. She turned her back to him and unlaced her dusty riding gown, letting it fall in a heap at her feet. In just her smallclothes, she hesitated. His eyes burned her from behind as the air burned her from inside. She heard the water slosh and Davosâs hand found hers, dripping water on her gown.
âHey.â He said softly, squeezing her hand gently until she turned and met his eyes. âIâm not gonna hurt you. Iâm not gonna laugh at you. Whatever youâre afraid of-â He tapped his temple. âItâs in here. I think youâre beautiful.â
She closed her eyes, letting the words settle inside her, then lifted his hand to the lacing on her top. In a few deft movements he had pulled it loose, letting her free herself from it along with the bottoms. Instinct told her to cover herself, but she balled her fists and held them at her sides, letting his gaze roam across her form. She had always thought of herself as ungainly, all sharp angles and no curves, but under his eyes she felt her jutting hip and shoulder bones held the beauty of an ancient gnarled willow, and her long sinewy arms still covered in dirt were like the wings of a falcon rising from a bath of dust. She was a dryad and she glowed.
âYou areâŠâ He kissed her hand. ââŠsoâŠâ Again. â...fuckingâŠâ Once more. â...gorgeous. Gods, I donât know what youâve done to me, woman. Youâre all I ever think about.â
The haze of steam caught the candlelight and danced in wisps around him. His hair turned black as pitch in the damp, the blood rose to his cheeks, and beneath that deep grey, his eyes were so green. Green like moss and agate and beetle wings. He was made of frown lines and scars, taut muscle, crooked teeth and passion like fire.
âDavos.â Her hand found his face. âI meant to say before, but⊠I suppose I was frightened. But, youâre- youâre⊠a vision. I am so glad to have met you.â
She kissed him, and for a moment it was all lips and fig sweetness until he smiled against her.
âGet in the bath.â
âFine.â
She tried to glower as she clambered in beside him, but the warm embrace of the water was far too enticing. The surface sloshed as he spread his knees, making room for her to sit between his legs, and the level rose so high it nearly ran over the edge when they were both settled.
âWas that so hard?â He mumbled as he kissed her shoulder.
âShut up.â
They sat that way for a while, cloistered in hot silky water. She ate her pears and washed the dirt from her skin, and he hummed a ballad so sweet that she could have cried. When she was done he freed her filthy hair from the braid, lathered it with soap and washed it with deft fingers massaging her scalp. She could not help the little groans of satisfaction that escaped her at the gentle tickling touch. She could feel him pressing into her back as he fisted her wet hair tightly and let his lips rest flush against the shell of her ear, his hot breath sending tingles to her toes.
âIâm warning you, my lady, if you keep making those filthy noises I might take right here in the bath.â
âMaybe you ought to.â Her voice was barely more than a whisper.
âWould you like that?â His lips parted to kiss her ear and she felt her eyes slip out of focus at the sensitivity there.
âPlease.â
His free hand found her nipple, already a hard, pink marble beneath the hot water, and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. Her hips lifted and her hand fell between her spreading legs in an involuntary response.
âPlease, please,â Came his rough whisper. âPlease what, my lady?â
âPleaseâŠâ She gasped. âPlease touch me.â
âWhere? Where can I touch to please you, my sweet-â Kiss. â-virtuous-â Kiss. â-Bracken-â
A slosh of water hit the ground as she whipped around and took hold of his cock, feeling it hard, yet supple under her grasp like a lance wrapped in silk. He whimpered as she pulled her hand in slow, deliberate motions around the head.
âIf you donât stop teasing me Iâll rip it off, I swear.â
âThere she is.â He relinquished his grip on her hair as he rocked his hips, letting his length slide through her hand as he gripped her thighs. âThereâs the fire.â
He pulled her legs apart without another thought and ran his fingers along her slit. She was slick where the water had not washed it away, and he could feel the folds of her were swollen blooms beneath the wiry swathe of hair. She jolted when he found that little button at the top, a high keening coming from her throat at that sweet agony.
âItâs okay now, my love.â He assured her.
âItâsâŠâ She whined. âItâs soâŠâ
âItâs so good, sweetling, I know. I know.â
He spread her open with one hand, pulling back the hood of skin that covered that nub and rubbed his fingers in steady circles, drawing moans from her like music from a harp. Her hips pushed up against him and she lost hold of his cock, but he didnât care. All he wanted was that beautiful rhythm of her reaching for him, reaching for that incomprehensible height. His fingers slowed, he needed her lucid for a moment.
âCersha.â He spoke against her ear. âAre you listening darling?â
âMm.â She nodded, desperately pushing up against the minute rotations of his digits.
âHave you ever touched yourself?â
She nodded again.
âOn the inside?â
âNo.â She shook her head, her voice strained. âNever inside.â
A puff of breath escaped him.
âDo youâŠâ She panted. âLike that about me?â
âDoes it make me⊠perverse if I do?â He growled. âIf I want to claim you before anyone, before even you?â
âI want it to be you.â She admitted freely.
âThen it will be me.â He kissed her cheek reassuringly, his fingers circling her bud a faster now.
He worked on her for a while, bringing her back to the peak, and as pleasure rolled through her like white-capped waves, a finger plunged inside her. It slid in so easily that she scarcely registered the change until she grew aware of a strange tightening, and a thickness that she clenched against. She gasped, earning a chuckle from her lover.
âIs that good?â
She nodded, her hand flying to her mouth as he began to slowly, incrementally pump it in and out. Just as she was growing used to the rhythm, he curled his finger inwards and seemed to hit some strange point that sent a jolt of pleasure through her. She shrieked and covered her face.
âThatâs good, isnât it, sweetling?â
He nuzzled the side of her face as his fingers rapidly fluttered against her sweet spot, his palm bumping her bud, radiating syrupy, heady sensation. She gave a little yelp and buried her face in his neck, making him grin.
âMoreâŠâ She managed to say. â...please.â
âAs you wish.â
She felt empty for a moment as he drew back his finger, but soon enough she was gasping against the overflowing fullness of two thick, calloused digits drawing over that sponge of mystifying bliss.
âGods, youâre tight.â He muttered darkly, thrusting them as deeply as he could.
âDavos, I think- I think Iâm...â
âLet go, my love.â He whispered, his hand moving at an impossible pace. âCum for me.â
It was those rough-spun words that were her undoing. She seized and gripped the bathtub, rolling over the wave of boiling pleasure. It was a brief thing, a blink of bliss wherein her thoughts were entirely drowned out, clenching rhythmically around his digits until she relaxed, flopping back against his silken torso. His arms found their way around her stomach and he squeezed her tight against him.
âYou did so well, sweetling.â He rocked her gently for a while, until she felt strong enough to speak.
âThat thing you did for me at the inn,â Her voice was barely above a whisper. âThat thing you did with your mouth...â
âI ate out your cunny, sweetling, thatâs what I did.â His eyes stirred with lust and mischief. âYou want more?â
âNo- yes, but no. I want to do it for you. I want to- toâŠâ
âYou want to suck my cock?â He put a hand to her cheek, his expression a mix of want and concern. âYou donât have to, Cersha. Itâs gruelling work, I should know.â
âWhat do you mean?â
His cheeks tinted and a strange flash of agony passed over his face before he shook it away.
âWell, Iâm no stranger to buggery, but I always preferred the fairer sex. Letâs leave it at that.â She felt a rush of curiosity at his words, and he must have noticed as he sighed moodily. âOne day, Iâll tell you about the boy. I promise.â She swallowed her questions and nodded. âShall we move to the bed?â
She got up eagerly, splattering more water onto the floor as she went, but was slightly alarmed to find her legs were already trembling. She offered Davos her hands, and he eyed them speculatively for a moment. She thought he might try to drag himself up on his own, but he took her help and soon they stood, holding one another as the water rolled off them in rivers. He giggled impishly, kissing her all over and before either of them knew it they were flopping down on the bed, still sopping wet like two otters in heat.
âWeâre getting the sheets wet.â She protested weakly.
âWeâll sleep in my chambers.â He muttered, shuffling around until his injured leg had room to stretch out. âThe bed is just as soft, if not so lovingly furnished.â
âAre you comfortable?â She fussed, hating the sight of his wound without a bandage. The messy sutures she had administered had been replaced by neat little stitches since they had arrived at Riverrun; the work of a Maester, Cersha supposed.
He put his hand to her cheek, a half-mocking look of amusement on his face.
âI am not made of glass. Now, are you sure you want to do this?â She nodded eagerly, and he guided her face gently downward. âAlright, Iâll show you how.â
She settled herself by his waist and watched, almost in awe, as he spit in his hand and gently tugged his length. The fold of skin pulled back and slipped easily up and down the moist, pink tip. He groaned lightly as he worked on himself, and in a few smooth strokes he had grown stiff and engorged. Cersha felt her mouth water, and was surprised to find that she felt no shame. She knew he would be big- in the pitch dark of that night in the inn, she had felt his impossible length slide through her hand- but nothing could have prepared her to actually see a manâs naked form, and it excited her more than she cared to admit.
âPut your mouth around the tip.â He instructed, using his free hand to gather her hair and hold it at the base of her neck. âUse your lips to block your teeth, thatâs it, darling.â
She had to stretch her mouth wide to take him in, but it was worth it for the salty sweetness that spread across her tongue.
âGood girl.â He growled. âGood girl. Now feel around with your tongue. Do you feel that?That ridge, just there, right- right there.â
On the tip of her tongue rested a firm seam of skin, just at the base of the head. She flickered her tongue across it in a rapid flurry, and he whimpered. His hips lifting and an inch more of his length entered her mouth triggering a gulp of surprise.
âOh, yes. Yes, sweetling thatâs it, thatâs it, just focus on the head.â With his hand in her hair he tenderly guided her head up and down, up and down, never forcing himself any deeper than she could comfortably take. âBob your head like that, just take it in and out. You donât-â He interrupted himself with a weak grimace. â-you donât have to take it deep. Itâs lovely if you do, but⊠but just do what you can, darling. Keep working with your tongue, youâre doing beautifully my love.â
He relinquished his grip on her hair, trusting her to keep up the rhythm, and wrapped his hand around his shaft, jerking himself into her mouth, while his other hand found his plump stones, rolling them in his palm. Cersha gripped his thighs, growing light-headed as she moaned and slurped around the size of him. It seemed he had given up on words, and instead fell into a frenzy of⊠moans? No, growls. He was like an animal, half-way between deep rumbles and high keening whines, his hips rolling and thrusting upward, seeming to forget his earlier gentleness. She took him deeper, gagging as he hit the back of her throat. Before she knew it, his hands were on her forehead and he was pushing her off of him.
âDid- did I bite you?â She gasped.
âNo! Darling, no, I made you gag.â He struggled to sit up and held her face in his hands, stroking her hair, his face a mask of concern. âI cannot believe I did that, Iâm so sorry, Cersha.â
âYou didnât mean to!â She eagerly reached for him again, but he caught her hand and kissed them all over.
âStill.â He implored. âIâm sorry. Besides, we had to stop. I would have finished in your mouth, Iâm sure you wouldnât like that.â
She considered for a moment.
âI⊠I suppose not.â
His face softened sympathetically.
âI want you to⊠to, um, to cum, though. Itâs only fair.â
He chuckled at her choice of words and kissed her forehead.
âI can use my hand, if only you kiss me while I do it.â He gauged her disappointment with an impish smirk. âOr⊠I could fuck you, I suppose. If you want me to, that is.â
ïżœïżœïżœOh, please!â
He tossed his head back and laughed, pulling her into his embrace.
âOh, my girlâŠâ He pushed her wet hair away from her eyes. âI would work for hours like a draft horse if it would please you.â
He struggled to heave himself up, but she pushed him back by the shoulders. He made a little oof sound and his puggish nose crinkled in annoyance.
âIâm not an invalid.â
âIâd rather it this way.â
A grin dimpled his cheeks and his eyes glittered.
âOh, really?â She just smiled knowingly and set about piling up pillows behind him to prop him up. He sighed dreamily. âI feel like a princess.â
âPrince of Crows,â She murmured, straddling him. âOn a weirwood throne⊠withâŠâ Her fingertips found his forehead. ââŠa red eye.â
He noticed her eyes had crossed out of focus, half closed. He took her by the arms and gave her a gentle shake that seemed to rouse her.
âYouâre a witch, Bracken.â He laughed, though his heart thundered in his chest.
âI get it from my mother.â She shook her head, giggling nervously. âAnywayâŠâ
Her hand reached between her legs to find his cock, stroking it gently. He laughed airily, happy to forget her strange words. The calloused pads of his fingers found their way to slide along her slit, and he scoffed.
âGods, you get wet from nothing.â He seemed almost annoyed as he sunk two digits into her with no resistance. âSoaking wetâŠâ
He withdrew and held up his fingers to show the glistening slickness that coated them, then slid them into his mouth. She gasped as he wantonly swirled his tongue around them, and pulled them out with a pop.
âThe sweetest Iâve ever tasted.â He told her. âThe only one I ever wish to taste again. I suppose mine could not have been such a joy to sample.â
âIt was beautiful.â She kissed him, catching the ghost of herself on his lips. âYou are beautiful.â
âAh, Iâm a busted old thing.â He flushed, lining himself up with her entrance. âBut, thank you all the same, my lady.â
She felt the very tip of him sliding into her, and she hesitated.
âDavos, I⊠I do not wish to have a child.â
He palmed her cheek, as he loved to do.
âThen no child you shall have. I will spill myself upon your stomach every night until we are married, and every night thereafter until you feel the time is right.â
âAnd if I do not wish to marry?â
âThen unmarried we shall be.â
âAnd if I never want a child?â She thought of her mother then, the screams, the smell of blood like ironâŠ
A pained expression crossed his face, but it was gone as soon as it was there.
âThen no child you shall have.â
âDo you promise?â
âOn mine honour.â She searched his eyes for a sign of dishonesty, but found none, so she nodded.
She sunk down onto him, feeling her inner muscles clench and tent out as they adjusted to the thickness prising them apart. It hurt, it could not be avoided, his girth was simply too great. At the alert of her pained whimpers, he gripped her hips, holding her up until he was sure she had taken enough time to grow used to the feeling. He held her steady as she incrementally shimmied down, down, down until he bottomed out with an inch or two to spare. She cried out as she felt him pressing his bruising tip into her roof, but by then it had become a good pain, a cleansing pain.
âMy girl.â He murmured. âMy sweet girl.â
She lifted up from her knees, focusing on that exquisite feeling of his veins and ridges sliding against her walls, then lowered back down. Up and down, up and down, she repeated the action until she noticed he was holding his breath.
âIs that alright?â
âYes,â He managed to utter, panting. âGods, youâre just so tight. I canât⊠I canât see myself lasting long at this rate.â
She giggled as he whined, his hands finding her buttocks and bouncing her up and down on his rigid length, deeper and harder until she collapsed against him, grasping him like a tree in a windstorm. She grunted as he adjusted her on his lap and hit that sweet place inside her.
âOh, fuck!â She hissed.
âThatâs it, isnât it?â His hot breath passed across her ear. âThatâs the spot.â
âOh, gods, DavosâŠâ
He pumped upwards as he bounced her, and she felt his tip rubbing across her sweet spot before it punched against her roof, every single time. It was brutal, yet tender, and she could feel his restraint. She knew then that this man could fuck like an animal if she set him loose.
âYouâre my girl.â He insisted. âSay youâre my fucking girl.â
âIâm y-yourâŠâ She spluttered. âIâmâŠâ
Suddenly it stopped. He held her up, nothing but the tip left in her. She wriggled in his grasp, desperate for that overwhelming in-out-in-out-in-out.
âSay it, sweetling.â He cooed.
âI-Iâm your girl.â
âFuckinâ aye, you are.â
He plunged her back down, filling her in one thrust. Wave after wave of pleasure built up inside her, pump after pump, after pump until she had to bite into his shoulder to contain the half shrieking moans that had taken over her speech. It was this that broke his restraint, and as his thrusts grew sloppy, he slammed into her, fingers digging into her bony frame so harshly that they would have drawn blood were his nails longer.
âIâm c-â
The climax struck her dumb and she let out a guttural snarl as it seized all sense and reason from her. She clenched on his cock, still incessantly moving inside her, again, again, again, her eyes rolling, white fishes shimmering across her vision, until finally-
âFuck!â
He pulled out, furiously rubbing his cock as he reached his own peak, his body stiffening and writhing as he spilled his hot seed onto her stomach. When he was done, he paused for a moment, eyes glazed and staring at nothing, until he noticed her and a flash of feeling passed across them. He did not hesitate to pull her to him, the strength of his arms evident as he crushed her against his torso, caring nothing for the stickiness there. It was then that she realised she was weeping. For what, she did not know. Perhaps, just the beauty of it all.
âShh, shh.â His voice was flute soft again. âMy beautiful girl.â
When she had regained some composure, she cleared her throat, forehead resting against his.
âI fear we need another bath.â
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Stress Relief Series Part 7- JHS
Summary:Â A couple months ago Taehyung asked a favor. For you to have sex with his bandmates to relieve some tension and stress. How can you say no to that.
Paring:Â Hoseok/Reader (all members are mentioned)
Rating:Â M/18+
Word Count:Â 5k
Tags: smut, FWB, jerking off, eating pussy, dry humping, hobi's hands (cause come on that mans hands...oof) fingering, anxious hobi, dancer teacher hobi, taetae and hobi sweet moment, penetrative sex
Authors Note:Â Hobi!!!!! I had so much fun writing this one but the fact that the next chapter will be the last chapter is very bittersweet. This series will always hold a special place in my heart and even though I am excited to finish it off with my bias....I also don't want it to end
In case you missed it
Intro Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6
âTaehyung you were supposed to move on five not six.â
âNamjoon you need to move in a wider circle so you donât bump into Jungkookâ
âJimin can you please help me explain these steps.â
âNo Yoongi we arenât taking a break until we get this right so stop scrolling through your phone.â
Jung Hoseok was at his wits end and it was only Tuesday. He watched as the other members started arguing amongst themselves, not bothering to pay him any mind or the dance cues he had been trying to give them for the last ten minutes
It was only two weeks out from the opening night of their tour and everything had to be perfect. Hoseok knew very well that his bandmates were perfectionists like he was but they all seemed to be a little burnt out from all the prep for the tour and therefore a lot more wasting time was happening.
âOkay okay!â Jimin shouted as Taehyung carried him in his arms around the dance studio, giggling while the others watched fondly.
âWe should get back to work before Hobi Hyung has steam coming out of his ears!â Jimin shouts between giggles as Taehyung finally puts him down and they start elbowing each other and laughing behind their hands.
Meanwhile, Jungkook was sitting on the floor with Namjoon pulling out his phone and showing him a video that had Namjoon smiling fondly at the youngest member.
Hoseok looked around to see that Yoongi and Jin had completely disappeared and right as he was about to ask where the hell they went the door burst open and Jin announced very loudly that they had ordered food and it was going to arrive in ten minutes.
Which had everyone cheering loudly and Taehyung scooping Jimin up once more to twirl him around as they both laughed.
Hoseok didnât know when this impromptu break happened but he was going to put a stop to it. They had to get this dance right and only had two weeks to do it, and while ninety percent of the time they did get it perfect there was still a small chance they could mess it up, like today.
Hoseok clapped his hands to get everyone's attention but it seemed only Yoongi heard and he quickly paled when he saw the look on Hoseokâs face.
Pure frustration
And no one liked a frustrated dance teacher
Yoongi nudged Jin and with just one single look the room seemed to quiet down as they all stared at Hoseok.
âGood now can we go over this again and can you actually listen to me this time? We have to get this right and we only have two weeks to do so.â He said with his hands on his hips as they all stared at him.
âHoseok relax we have this. Today was just a small accident. I had a misstep and Namjoon didnât go wide enough. We are okay. You donât have to do the scary dance teacher face.â Taehyung explained as Jimin giggled from behind his hands.
âWell, Taehyung it seems someone has to. You all are goofing off or texting and Iâm the only one caring about this routine. Iâm so tired of you guys messing up all the time!â He nearly shouts feeling his frustration bubble over.
Hoseok is hardly ever a yeller so when he raises his voice everyone knows something is very wrong
Namjoon stands up first and holds out a hand to Taehyung who is about to open his mouth and retort.
âNo Taehyung no arguing. We all had a nice dinner last night and all got along and we are not starting this again. We are a team and Hoseok is right. After we eat we are going to perfect this dance. I know we just want this tour to start and to get to the fun parts but we have to do this first. We all know the prep is the worst part so please no more fighting.â Namjoon says as the room grows quiet and the only sound is the ticking clock above the wall of mirrors.
âFoods here,â Yoongi mumbled checking his phone as they all stood up and slowly began to filter out of the room.
Yoongi patted Hoseokâs arm and muttered an apology as he left, the others hung their heads and avoided his piercing gaze as they walked past him to get to the delicious food that was waiting.
Jungkook was second last to leave and he stared up at Hoseok with his big dark eyes and apologized before dropping his gaze and leaving.
That alone made Hoseok feel worse.
Taehyung finally walked up to Hoseok and stood in front of him, fluffy hair all messed up, teeth biting into his lip.
Hoseok crossed his arms.
âIâm sorry about the dance mess up, Iâm also sorry I was goofing off with Jimin so much Hoseok. You know how is it. Things get too much and I just wanted to make everyone smile. I didnât mean to make you upset. Honest.â He says shyly a Hoseok pulls him in for a hug.
He can feel Taehyung smiling against his shoulder when they embrace and when he finally releases Tae he has a silly grin on his face.
âI donât mean to be a hard ass itâs just. You know how it is.â Hoseok says, knowing his apology isnât the greatest but heâs starting to feel the weight of all the other things they have to perfect and get done before the tour and his whole body just felt tired and heavy.
âI know how it is. Thatâs why I have Y/N. Honestly, she keeps me sane.â Taehyung explains heading over to the table that was set up in the corner to retrieve his sweater.
âDonât you just have sex with her? How can that take away all thisâŠya know.â Hoseok asks waving his arm around as if showing Tae all the other stress he has.
Taehyung just laughs and pulls the sweater over his head messing up his hair even more.
âWell yes but also. You know. Sheâs a companion. We have dinner, we talk, we hang out. I just donât fuck her and leave. I mean. I used to but now Iâd say sheâs a friend. I trust her. The other guys do too. I know Namjoon doesnât like it and he doesnât have to. Heâs going to crack soon enough I can feel it. Nothing is as stressful as being our leader.â He explains as he looks in the mirror to fix his hair and Hoseok stays frozen in place watching him.
âThe position we are in, the life we chose. Itâs not easy. Y/N is like a vacation after a very long work week. Itâs someone I can be myself around. And not just me. Jungkook and I have talked about it too. Sheâs justâŠthat person you know.â Taehyung says finally getting his hair the way he wants it and staring at Hoseok through the mirror.
âNamjoonâs going to kill you if he hears you talking about her. Iâm not sitting through another one of his lectures.â Hoseok says rolling his eyes.
âYeah, I know. Iâm not trying to convince you or anything. She already said sheâs there if we need it and if notâŠâ He let his voice trail off and he shrugged as the door burst open and Namjoon stood there.
âOkay, you didnât kill each other? Good. Now please come eat before Jungkook takes it all. I already had to swat his hand twice because he was grabbing too much and not saving any for you This kid I swear. Heâs going to give me wrinkles.â Namjoon explains as he leaves down the hall and Taehyung shoots Hoseok a knowing smile.
âTold ya. Namjoon is stressed.â
The next day Hoseok had off from work.
He woke up later than usual and spent a long time in bed just scrolling through his phone. He let the sunlight fall over his naked torso as he lay there, not bothering to get up and close the curtains as the beams of sunlight crept up his body and eventually rose to illuminate the walls above him.
Once he got out of bed and went to the bathroom he made his way to the kitchen to have some food. His house was very spacious and very quiet at this time of day and Hoseok drank in the calmness as he ate his food.
The day dragged on and around dinner time he found himself restless.
He wasnât sure what was wrong but he knew something was wrong.
He paced room to room trying to look for something that would entertain him. He grabbed a book and then put it down. He tried to cook dinner instead of ordering but gave up. He paced back and forth from the front foyer to the bedroom.
He turned on some music but couldnât find something that he liked.
Eventually, he flopped on the bed and stared at the ceiling.
The sun was starting to set casting everything in a vibrant orange glow and Hoseok took out his phone to take some pictures of the way the sun hit everything just right.
He also took some selfies smiling as the sun highlighted his beauty
He sent the shots to Namjoon, minus his selfies, locked his phone, and threw it on the bed beside him.
Namjoon would love those pictures because nature always calmed him down.
And Namjoons stress was reaching an all-time high lately with all the pressure he had as their leader.
Hoseok thought back to what Taehyung had said yesterday about how Namjoon would crack soon and he felt terrible. He didnât need to add to the stress by yelling at them yesterday. Even though he did apologize at lunch he still felt guilty.
Hoseokâs long fingers aimlessly ran across his collarbones as he let his thoughts spiral. He knew he had been too hard on everyone yesterday but the whole thing was just so frustrating.
His hands continued to wander as he tried to memorize the dance steps in his mind. Usually that helped with his spiraling thoughts and he let his hands wander up and down his sides, caressing himself as he did so.
Hoseok was so lost in his thoughts and in trying not to let them spiral he hardly noticed just his touches alone were making him hard in his shorts.
His cock was starting to stiffen as he lay spread out on his bed, hair a mess on his pillow as he tried to calm down the storm going on in his brain.
There was still so much to do before the tour and what if they messed up on tour and what if something bad happened like someone got sick? Army would be so disappointed and what if he messed up? He would be so embarrassed.
Hoseok felt the anxiety bubbling up and he quickly wrapped his arms around himself to give himself a much-needed hug.
He buried his face in his elbow and rolled over on his stomach to cover his face with his pillow when he felt it.
The hardness between his legs.
âOh,â Hoseok whispered as he rolled onto his back again and stared at the impressive tent his dick was making in his pants.
He wasted no time cupping himself and a soft groan left his lips at the contact. His thoughts seemed to silence as he took his time stroking himself over his shorts. Squeezing his length when he needed to and teasing the head just right to have his hips jolting off the bed.
Hoseok quickly sat up and discarded his shirt. Letting the late day rays of sun hit his bare skin as he trailed his fingertips lightly down his chest, teasing the skin and making his hard cock throb.
When was the last time he took care of himself?
He wasnât sure so he decided to take his time and enjoy this.
His hands ran up and down his body as he closed his eyes and let his last hookup replay in his mind. The memories were foggy as it had been so long but he was already hard so it took no time at all for his deft fingers to undo the button on his shorts and peel them off his legs.
He rubbed his bulge over his boxers and hisses at the contact. The girl he hooked up with was some brunette, right? Or was she blonde? It didnât really matter to him as he pictured a naked sexy body on top of him.
Hoseok let out a moan as he palmed himself and added more pressure. He couldnât picture her clearly but he could imagine her hot wet pussy sitting on his cock as she kissed down his skin.
How good it would feel to have lips on his body again
How amazing it would feel to be buried in a hot wet pussy.
Hoseok had enough of his teasing and he slipped his hand into his boxers to grip at the base of his cock. His eyes fluttered open for a moment as he pulled his boxers down, only to close his eyes again when he got comfortable.
His hand lazily stroked his cock, the precum making the whole thing glide so much easier as he let out a shaky breath and tried to imagine his last hookup.
It had been so long however that the details were fuzzy, the whole thing was fuzzy and hard to imagine and his cock was still angry and throbbing but he couldnât come up with a good image to jerk off to.
Hoseok could try porn but he didnât feel like spending an hour finding a good enough video for that.
He let go of his aching cock and smacked his hand on the bed in frustration. He couldnât even jerk off properly anymore. And this was adding to the stress he already had.
Hoseok rolled over and grabbed his phone. Namjoon had responded to the pictures but Hoseok ignored those. Instead, he texted a phone number he was given two months ago, a number he told himself he would neverâŠever use.
The drive over was torture. Hoseok was still hard and trying to fight the guilt that was starting to burn up inside of him.
He could hear Namjoonâs lecture as clear as day as the car navigated the busy streets. Hoseok tries to block that out. Instead focusing on the fact that he was about to be with a real person and not just his hand.
The driver pulled up and Hoseok smiled at him before exiting. He purposely wore baggy pants to hide his raging hard-on that still had not gone down and throughout the drive, he kept palming himself to alleviate the ache.
You opened the door to find Hoseok standing there looking equally excited as he was terrified and you welcomed him in.
His brown hair was a mess atop his head and his heart-shaped lips were drawn into a thin worried line as he looked around, slowly placing his designer bag by his shoes at the front door.
âHi Hoseok.â You say softly as you stand there and give him time to adjust. He looked so out of place and so nervous to be around you.
âYou can call me Hobi. I mean. If you want.â He stammers and you smile as you sit on the couch and invite him over.
He sits down and plays with his long fingers not meeting your gaze.
âHobi you seemâŠ. stressed. Or extremely nervous. Want to talk about it?â You ask placing a hand on his knee and you smile when he seems to relax even if itâs only a small amount.
âIâŠI donât know why Iâm here. Iâm sorry.â He says in a small voice as you rub your thumb along his knee going slow as if not to startle him.
âOkay letâs start from the beginning. Are you okay?â You ask giving him the time and space to answer
âIâŠIâm horny.â Hobi says finally looking at you and you smile softly at him.
âOkayâŠâ
âI got mad at everyone yesterday because they were goofing off and not doing the dance correctly and then today I didnât work and I think I was left alone with my thoughts for too long because now Iâm all anxious and I got horny so I wanted to jerk off but I donât even know what to jerk off too because it had been so long since I hooked up with someone and I know I shouldnât be here but I am and Iâm so hard. And now Iâm dumping all my problems on a stranger oh my god.â He says running his hands through his hair and looking at you with wide eyes.
You slowly sit up on your knees on the couch and put your hands on his shoulders.
âHobi Itâs okay. Itâs all okay. We can just hang out if you want a friend. Or we can do more if you are up to it. I donât want to push you or pressure you.
âI⊠I donât know what I want.â He breathes out.
âActually, I do. I want this tour to start already. I want everyone to get along. I want all the stress and the pressure to go away and I just want to be on stage and perform. I just want this whole thing to begin. We are always happier when we see our fansâ He says with a small smile on his face.
âYou guys really love your fans huh.â You answer as you inch towards him and throw yourself over his lap.
His hands come up to grab at your hips and you stay far enough back that you are not directly over his cock.
âThis okay?â You ask softly as Hobi nods.
âYeah, our fans are the best in the world. And thatâs why this whole thing is frustrating. I want to put on a good show for them and no one else seems to be taking it seriously!â Hobi complains as you nod and bring your hands up to his hair.
He freezes again as you tangle your hands in the hair at the back of his head and softly play with it. His eyes start to soften and he blushes.
âThat feelsâŠreally good.â He breathes out.
âGood. I want to relax you. Keep talking Hobi.â You say as he smiles up at you.
âAnd Taehyung and Jimin kept goofing off and the whole thing was a disaster. If Namjoon just went wider with his step and Tae didnât mess up we would have nailed it.â Hobi complains as you continue to play with the hair at the nape of his neck and hum as he speaks.
Hobi continues to pour out his frustration to you and you let him, softly stroking his hair.
Soon enough the room is dark and Hobi is quiet, resting his head on your shoulder as you move your hands to the top of his head to comb the hair back, lightly grazing his scalp with your nails.
âThank you. Also, Iâm sorry you're kind of a stranger and I just dumped a bunch of stuff out on you.â He mutters, voice muffled by the fabric of your shirt.
âHappy to help Hobi. Thatâs why this whole thing started. I just wanted to help. It doesnât have to be just about sex. Iâm also a friend.â You say as he lifts his head to stare into your eyes.
âThatâs what Taehyung said. He said you keep him sane.â
You laugh.
âAnd he drives you insane. What a combination huh?â
Hobi laughs at that one and he softly stares up at you through the darkness.
âI want to kiss you is that okay?â He asks as you nod.
He sits up straighter and captures your lips with his.
His lips are oh so soft and warm against yours and you sigh into his mouth as you press your body into his chest, desperate to get him closer to you.
His hands wrap around your middle to hold you steady as he takes his time with you. His kisses are soft but also heated as you feel your core start to throb when his hands leave your middle to run up and down your thighs, getting higher with each pass and making you squirm against him.
You whine out his name when his fingers dip a little too close to your center and he smirks against your lips.
âYou said you were having some trouble jerking off?â You ask voice slightly shaky as you pull back and he grins wickedly at you as if he knows just how much he is affecting you.
âYeah, I may have said that.â He teases as his hands dip between your legs and you whine when he rubs his long index finger along the seam of your pants.
âShould I help you with that?â You ask jerking against him as he runs his finger once again along the seam of your pants. Applying more pressure this time as your wetness pools.
âHow about we help each other hmm? You listened to me babble for too long I think my pretty girl should be rewarded.â He coos as you bury your face in his shoulder and grind your pussy against his finger.
âYouâre going to soak your pants, baby.â He pants as you deliver sloppy kisses to his neck and collarbones.
âGotta b-be careful you canât mark me up right before tour.â He grits out as you push your hips forward so you are now resting comfortably on his cock which is hard once again in his pants.
âAnd why not?â You tease as you pull away from his neck to stare at his flushed face.
âYou vixen.â
With that, he kisses you again but with so much passion it steals the very breath from your lungs. His hands tangle in your hair as he kisses you which gives your hands freedom to roam up and down the hard plane of his chest.
He moans in your mouth and you buck against him, slowly grinding against his cock giving you both the delicious friction you crave.
âGod you are too good at that.â He whines out against your lips as he carefully pushes you down on the couch and throws his shirt over his head.
You are met with miles of gorgeous skin and your mouth waters when he reaches for your top to pull it off.
Your bra goes next and in an instant, he is on top of you palming and sucking your breasts as your head is thrown back against the pillow with pleasure.
âCouch or my room?â You ask breathless as he harshly sucks on your right nipple which has your hips shoving against his hard cock.
âYour room. Please god, get me to your bed.â He whines as you push him off of you and stand up on shaky legs.
You grab his hand and take him to your room and the second you are over the threshold he picks you up and throws you down on the bed.
You gasp and he wastes no time crawling up and positioning himself between your legs.
He holds one of your legs up in the air and grabs your ankle, you watch in awe as his heart-shaped lips kiss your skin slowly working their way toward your heated core.
Itâs too hot, or maybe he is too hot as you fumble with your pants to rip them off your body. Hobi gets the hint and helps you take them off.
âNo underwear. Fuck Y/N.â He growls as he takes in the sight of your soaked pussy.
âI wanna bury my face in there and never come back out.â He admits as you groan at his words.
He lets your leg fall as he gets off the bed to undo his pants and rip his boxers down.
You take your time staring at his naked form. He is exquisite, his body is art that youâd like to admire for a very long time.
You open your legs instinctively as he crawls between them and settles on his stomach. He stares at you with a tilt of his head and a question on the tip of his tongue.
He doesnât even need to ask before you are pleading with him to kiss you, to touch you, to do anything to you before you lose your mind.
His hands rest on your thighs holding them down before he dips his head low to lick at your pussy. You cry out at the contact fisting the sheets below to hold yourself steady.
His tongue licks a bold stripe up your slit and you thrash against him as he flicks his tongue over your clit in such a way that you feel it throb.
Your body is on fire as he licks and sucks at your clit, his dark eyes meeting yours and you whine and cry out his name as he continues to make out with your pussy alternating between soft licks and harsh sucking which brings you close to orgasm a lot faster than you thought.
As affected as you were he was equally affected by the act. His hunger for your pussy made his cock throb and he hastily humped the bed as he buried his face deeper into your core and drank in the moans you were emitting from above him.
âGonna-â You cried out though Hobi knew you were close.
He removed his mouth for just a moment to insert his finger into your wet heat and you cried out and arched off the bed as he rubbed your front wall just right to have you orgasm around his digit,
He quickly latched his mouth back to your pussy to drink in everything you gave him as you rode out your high and ground down on his finger.
Once you came down from your high you opened your eyes to see Hobi looked as fucked out as you felt and you giggled when you looked down to see him shamelessly humping the bed, desperate for relief.
âFuck you are so hot. Why did I wait so long? What the fuck?â He whispers as he gets up to grab a condom.
You giggle to yourself as it seems to take a while for him to find his pants, in his haste he threw them on your dresser. Eventually, he gets out the condom and rolls it down his hard cock, and climbs back onto the bed with you.
âHow do you want it?â He asks voice low as his agile fingers stroke his cock.
You canât tear your eyes away and Hobi chuckles darkly.
He takes charge and grabs your hips as he kneels on the bed. He slowly spreads your legs and positions your pussy right in front of his cock.
âWanna see you when I fuck you. Is this okay?â He asks softly as he takes his cock in hand and runs it through your soaked folds.
You nod and he smirks as he inserts himself inside of you slowly and carefully.
You let him take his time and bottom out. You fist at the pillow by your head to anchor you because Hobi just feels so good inside of you.
Once he bottoms out you both stare at each other breathing hard. Strands of hair are falling in front of his eyes and he looks beautiful, so incredibly beautiful.
âHobi move.â You beg as he leans down to capture your lips in a soft kiss.
He begins to thrust in and out of you slowly and carefully, he angles his hips in such a way it has him hitting your g-spot with ease.
You feel how he moves inside of you and it makes you wetter around him. He swivels his hips and grinds down into you before pulling out and snapping back in with such force it pushes you up the bed.
Hobi fucks into you with force and passion, his hips always hitting their mark his moans mixing with yours as you both use each other to get to the high you both crave. Your hands are tangled in the pillow at your head and he licks two fingers to bring them down to play with your clit.
âH-Hobi if you want me to last you canât. Iâm serious you canât.â You cry out when he circles your clit and flicks it in time with a harsh thrust.
âItâs okay Iâm cl-close.â He whines as he thrusts up and you push your hips down trying to meet him in the middle.
Your orgasm is fast approaching and you cling to your pillow for dear life as Hobi fucks into you harder. Sweat drips off his brow and his face glistens but even through it all he still looks beautiful.
He flicks your clit again and you throw your head back and cry out his name as your orgasm hits you hard. Your pussy clamps down around his length as you ride out your high. Hobi still fucks into you and is grunting above you, his hips are moving with such speed and force you cry and squirm on the bed as he finally reaches his high and cums into the condom.
The air is thick with the smell of sex as he pulls out and gets himself cleaned up. He brings you a towel and cleans you up as well, taking his time as you try to come down from your high which seems to take a longer time than normal.
âHoly shit.â You breathe out as he flops down next to you and stares at you with a boyish grin, so different from the man that just fucked into you wildly.
âYeah.â He agrees as he laces his fingers through yours.
You slowly get up from the bed and head to the washroom to get cleaned up. Your body feels tired but well fucked as you make your way back to the room to see Hobi already dressed and sitting on the bed.
âWant to order food? I donât know about you but Iâm hungry.â You tease as he stares at you.
âIâŠuh? You donât want me to go?â He asks as you shake your head and stand between his open legs.
âOnly if you want to. But I wouldnât mind sharing a meal with you.â You tease as you peck him on the lips and grab his hands to lead him to the kitchen.
You both flip through his phone to figure out what to order and he stares at you with a small smile.
âCan I⊠you know text you sometime if Iâm feeling stressed or worried?â He asks in a small voice as you intertwine your fingers with his and bring his hand to your mouth.
You deliver a soft kiss to the back of his hand and he blushes.
âAnytime Hobi. Call me, text me, fuck meâŠanytime.â
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Daddy pt 6 final part
Warnings: angst, sad
A/n: you guys are gonna hate me đŹ
Pt 5
You didnât mean to eavesdrop. You just happened to be walking by Rafes room when you heard him tell his wife that they should get rid of you âIâm home most days now and since youâre finished with your project maybe we could let her goâ you hate to admit it but Rafes words stung. Whatever this was between you two, you knew it couldnât involve feelings, but he got you pregnant. Youâre carrying his child and heâs willing to just toss you aside like trash?
âIâm worried about her rafeâ you heard the voice of Rafes wife. Who youâve grown to like and gotten really close too lately. Shes been talking you through baby stuff and offering to by you new things. You feel bad for fucking her husband, it never should have happened like this. âShe doesnât even know who the baby daddy isâ
You hear rafe scoff, âis that what she told youâ
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â His wife responds, and youâre about ready to walk off when you see rafe standing near the door. His eyes meet yours and you try not to let the tears form but they fight their way through.
You could blame the hormones but it wasnât just that. Rafe was an asshole. You donât know what you expected getting entangled with him, but you never thought he could be so ruthless. He would always cuddle you after the two of you fucked, heâd take care of you and clean you up and be so damn sweet. But this was a monster, the look in his eye said enough. He didnât care that you overheard, he looked smug. You wanted to wipe the smirk off his face and burst in the room and tell his wife everything.
Instead you wiped your tears and pushed past him, leaving the Cameron estate and going back to your studio apartment.
You spent the rest of the night crying. Since Mrs, Cameron was home for a while now she told you, you didnât have to come in to work but if youâd like you could join them for dinner. You wanted to, you barely had any money to buy groceries and you knew you had to eat because your eating for two now. But the thought of coming face to face with rafe and sitting at one table with him just made you wanna vomit.
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The next morning you woke up later than usual. Your stomach had been cramping all night and it was hard to fall asleep. You only just started your third trimester so you know itâs too early for the baby, it could be Braxton hicks so you donât read too much into it. You make yourself some breakfast and sit down to watch some tv while you eat.
âItâs just you and me now, buddy. We donât need anyone elseâ you rub your stomach as you talk. Suddenly you hurdle over, your lower stomach causing excruciating pain, you scream out as it feels like somethingâs trying to tear out of you. âFuckâ
You try to stand up but it only makes it worse. Tears fill your eyes as you look down to see red all over your couch cushions. âWhat the hellâ you reach for your phone on the coffee table, breathing through the pain as you stretch your hand.
âRafe! I- ah- I need you to come quick. Somethingâs wrong-â you mange to say before you pass out on the floor.
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Your groggy eyes open, scanning the room. Bright lights sting your eyes as you look around the hospital room. âY/nâ Mrs. Cameronâs soft voice speaks. âHey darling, itâs okay. Donât try to move. Itâs gonna be alrightâ her eyes are puffy and you can tell sheâs been crying for hours. âW-what happened? Where am I?â You look around the room and your eyes land on rafe whose back is too you, staring out the hospital room window, refusing to turn around.
âRafe?â You clear your dry throat and try to sit up, but when you do you notice your belly isnât as big. Automatically your hand reachs down, rubbing it and feeling the stitches. âWhat happened!â You turn your eyes between the two, Mrs. Cameron crying again, you yell out Rafes name but he still refuses to answer.
âIâm sorry, y/n. Youâre baby didnât make itâ
The end
I know, I know. Iâm sorry đ if you guys want an alternate happy ending I will write one for you guys. I just felt this is where the story had to go, pls donât hate me đ„ș
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MARKHYUCK X FEMBLACK READER //APT.// <PT.1>
⥠âAll you gotta do is meet me at theâŠâ âĄ
[She/Her pronouns, plus size friendly. Warning, this fanfiction will contain; heavy drinking, cursing, drunk sex, oral sex, vaginal sex, kissing, unprotected sex, implications of cheating, and more. Part one contains; Heavy Drinking, stripping, and cursing. If any of these things are triggering for you, please look away, thank you.]
[What is APT? ìííž (AH/PA/TU), is an Korean drinking game. Two players or more stack their hands and chant: âìííž, ííž, ìííž, ííž, ìííž.â as they wave their hands, alternating them between each other. One player picks a number and another counts, as this player counts everyone moves their hands to the top starting from the bottom. The player with their hand on the top takes a shot and the game continues.]
(Please ignore any mistakes đ this was deleted 2 times, and Iâve rewritten all of this from memory, so bear with me. Iâm also debating on finishing this, but you let me know what I should do.)
Leave it to Jisung Park to cancel plans he made at the last minute. You shouldâve known better than to listen to him when he said he wanted to join Mark and Haechan to throw you a small house warning party. Not even 30 minutes later and he had already backtracked.
âSorry, I canât make it tonight, another night okay?â He said. You could strangle him. You had ordered enough food to feed four grown men, and just as you expected, he canceled.
But, luckily for you Mark and Donghyuck were on there way. They sent a text to the groupchat reassuring you that theyâd be coming tonight, unlike Jisung.
You sigh and grab three shot glasses to sat them on the coffee table. Placing them down you smile. At least you can count on the two of them, so you donât feel too bad. Itâs not even 15 minutes after their text that you hear your doorbell ring, excited, you squeal and rush over to the door as you call out in a singing tone; âComing!â
You check the small monitor beside the door, just to be sure that itâs them beforeâjust as you assumed, it is. With a large smile on your face you open the door and squeal happily.
âYou came!â You hug them both as Mark laughs. âDuh, we told you we were.â Haechan says jokingly in a snarky tone.
You roll your eyes playfully and look down at the bags in his hands. âWhoa, is that just alcohol?â You ask. Mark nods, âI told him we donât need that much, but he said-â âWhatâs a house warming party without enough alcohol to kill a bear?â You laugh and nod your head in agreement as you step aside to let them in.
Mark shakes his head, they take off their shoes by the door and you lead them back inside.
âItâs just the three of us though, we canât drink all of that.â Mark agrees with you, but Haechan only waves the two of you off. âItâll be fine, you can keep whatever you donât drink tonightâthink of it as a gift from your favorite man.â You snicker and sit down on the floor in front of your couch.
They look around the apartment for a second before sitting down. âDamn, this might be nicer than my place.â Mark says. You scoff and look up at him with a smile, âYou mean your hundred billion dollar apartment? Yeah, right.â Haechan grunts softly as he sits on the couch beside you.
He sits the bags down on the table and begins to empty the contents out. âMight be? Mark could spend ten billion dollars and his apartment would still suck compared to yours.â You watch as he empties the bottles out of the bags. âWhat? Why?â Mark asks. Haechan look at him with a smug expression and says; âBecause, your apartment doesnât have a pretty woman.â He says simply.
âYours doesnât have one either.â âSays who? Y/N comes over all the time.â âSure she does. She basically lived with me before she moved.â The pair continue to bicker, but your attention shifts to the sheer amount of alcohol Donghyuck bought. Silently, you count the bottles.
â1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11âŠâ
Your eyes widen and you turn to Haechan saying; âHow much do you expect us to drink tonight? Arenât you both lightweights?!â Mark immediately disagrees, so does Donghyuck. âDonât worry, weâll figure it out.â
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After giving them a tour of your apartment, you decided that it would be nice to watch a movie while waiting for the food to come. None of the three of you had even acknowledged the bottles of soju sitting on the table. You were too busy trying to figure out what to do next to beat the settling boredom.
âLetâs watch another movie.â You suggest, âThereâs nothing to watch.â Donghyuck states. You hum softly as you scroll through the endless movies on the screen. âTerrifier?â Mark immediately disagrees. âAbsolutely not, itâs just gore and cruel and unusual punishment.â
âBallerina?â âWe watched that last month.â âA quiet place?â âNo, we watched that too.â
You continue going back and forth with Mark until Haechan finally speaks up and says; âLetâs play ìííž!â You turn to look at Haechan and with a confused expression you ask; âWhatâs that?â He grins.
âA drinking game.â He slips off the couch and sits on the floor beside you. âSo, we all put our hands on top of each others and go âìííž ííž, ìííž ííž,ìííž ííž.â And then we start move our hands up to the top of the stack and then whoâs ever hand is on top has to drink.â You stare at Donghyuck slightly confused, slowly nodding your head with a puzzled expression.
He shakes his head and sucks his teeth. âMark,â he says, âCome here.â Markâseemingly already knowing what the game is, sits beside you on the floor and rolls his eyes. âLook, weâll show you.â Mark puts his hand in the middle and Haechan places his hand on top, Mark puts his hand above Haechans and then Haechan puts his other above Marks.
âOkay, nowâsince I suggested the game, we say âHyuckâs game, Donghyuck game, game startâ and then we wave are hands like this.â
To demonstrate, they begin waving their hands while alternating which one is on top and which one is on the bottom while chanting; âìííž ííž, ìííž ííž, ìííž ííž.â When they stop Haechanâs hand is on the bottom, while one of Markâs is on the top. âOkay, so since my hand is on the bottom, I pick a number and Mark counts.â You nod and watch. â9.â Mark rolls his eyes and sighs before counting to nine.
â1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9.â After counting Markâs hand is on top again. âSince Markâs hand is on top he has to take a shot, and then itâs his turn to choose and I count.â He says, âSounds easy, right?â You nod, this time fully understanding.
âYeah, easy when he isnât cheating.â Mark mutters, âThere is no cheating, youâre just bad at the game.â
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After just 20 minutes Mark is 5 shots deep, youâre 4, and Haechan is only 1. You quickly realized after your third shot that Donghyuck is strangely good at this game, and Mark is strangely bad at it. Luckily, it was your turn and you were really starting to grasp how to win.
âìííž ííž, ìííž ííž, ìííž ííž, ìííž ííž!â The three of you chant, your hand ends on the bottom and you look over at Haechan with a grin. His poker face is killer. Heïżœïżœïżœs been so calm this whole time, laughing as you and Markâmostly Mark, filled your glasses to the brim and took shot after shot. But you canât let him win, so before shouting out a number you think. You glance around you for a second before hesitantly shouting out; â7!â
Mark begins to count and you nervously move your hands upward. â5, 6, 7.â âYES!â You jump up as Donghyuckâs hand lands on top. You laugh as he presses his tongue against his cheek, chuckling as Mark pats his shoulder. âBottoms up Hyuck!â You tease.
You quickly sit down and pour his shot, pouring until the alcohol is almost overflowing. âDrink! Drink! Drink!â He laughs in amusement at your cute reaction and takes the shot to his head. Just like the first one, he makes it look easy.
As he sits his glass down you gasp and lean onto Mark in a playful manner, you place on hand on his chest and the other on his thigh. "Watch out Mark," You say in a fake whisper; "I think he's planning something." But Mark doesn't respond. His foggy mind is distracted by the smell of your lotion.
Usually he's used to you being so close, but in his impaired state he feels a little shameless. His desire to get a better smell of your scent is a little stronger than his morality, so, he leans in close to smell you a little more. But, just as he does you turn around and look at him. He flinches back and quickly looks away from you, turning red from his neck up as he nervously laughs.
"Be careful, we can't let him win." You add. Haechan, who watched silently laughs and adds in a teasing tone. "Yeah Markie Pooh, don't let me win." You snap your head over to Haechan and jokingly poke his chest as you glare at him. "I'm watching you, don't get cocky Hyuck." He smirks and looks down at you with his eyebrows raised. "Watch all you want," He says. "I don't mind."
You laugh and roll your eyes as you sit up. "Alright. Let's keep going."
The game continues and once again the three of you begin the chant. This time, Mark's hand is at the bottom and Donghyuck counts. Just as expected your hand ends up on top. "Damn it!"
You grab your glass and Haechan fills it to the brim. You huff and quickly down the drink, "Alright! Let's go." Haechan laughs and nods.
"ìííž ííž, ìííž ííž, ìííž ííž, ìííž ííž!" This time, his hand is at the bottom. "8." Haechan calls out. Mark inhales deeply and begins to count. "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8." You silently prayed for Donghyuck's hand to end up on topâbut, conveniently for him, this time it's Mark.
You grab another bottle of soju and fill Mark's shot glass. The game continues like this for another five minutes until it's finally Haechan's turn to drink again, but before taking his shot he looks at the two of you and says. "Let's make this more fun." "How?" You ask. His grin tells you that he has a mischievous idea in mind.
"Let's strip after every shot." He suggests. "What?! No!" "Okay." Your reaction is completely different from Mark's. In your mind, the added element of stripping would add a million times more thrill to the game. Currently, there isn't much at stake other than a hangover for everyone. But stripping, adds a certain type of excitement and risk that would make this game even more fun.
As you turn to Mark you ask; "Why not?" Donghyuck leans over your shoulder and repeats after you asking in a teasing tone; "Yeah Mark, why not?" Mark rolls his eyes but before he can respond you say; "C'mon Mark, it'll be fun!" Mark looks at the both of you for a second, the mischievous look on Haechan's face and the excited one on yours spell danger, butâhe agrees either way.
"Okay, fine." "Yes!" Haechan takes his shot and this time, instead of continuing the game, he begins to peel his shirt off his body. As he does so you watch with wide and surprises eyes. As he does so you watch with wide and surprises eyes. You grin as he tosses his shirt aside and reach to touch his chest, but he covers his body with his arms and stops you.
"Uh, uh! This isn't free ma'am!" He says jokingly, "But for you..." He moves his arms and allows you to freely touch his chest. You laugh as your hands roam his chest saying; "I love this game." You look over at Mark and grin. "Sorry Mark," Your hand pauses for a moment and you give him a fake pout. "But I hope you lose."
"What?! Why?" Mark asks with a laugh, you grin and shrug your shoulders saying; "I gotta see how much you have in common with Spider-Man." He scoffs and rolls his eyes, but Haechan laughs at your joke.
"Whatever, let's keep playing."
Again the chanting starts. "ìííž ííž, ìííž ííž, ìííž ííž, ìííž ííž!" Now that the stakes have been raised, every time the word leaves your mouth your hands feel sweater and your heart seems to beat a little faster. A mixture between excitement and anxiety fill your drunken body, and when your hands finally stopâwith yours at the bottom, you almost jump up in excitement as you yell out; "YES!"
They laugh at your excitement, but as soon as you throw out a number, Mark's laughter stops. Donghyuck counts and your hands begin to move. "3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10." "DAMN IT!" Mark curses as his hand ends up on top, but you can't help but cheer. "Yeah baby! Strip! Strip! Strip!" Haechan laughs loudly at your reaction and at Mark's loss as he pours him a shot, only filling the glass half way this time.
Mark huffs loudly and takes it, he slowly drinks it down and then slams the glass on the table. "Take it off! Take it off! Take-" You stop and cover your mouth as he glares at you playfully. You retreat to Haechan and lean your back against him while chanting a bit quieter, "Take it off, take it off." Haechan now following along behind you to further antagonize Mark.
Reluctantly, Mark slowly strips himself of his shirtâonly to reveal a white tank top underneath his T-shirt.
âAw man! What the hell?â You roll your eyes in annoyance and sit up. Mark canât help but laugh at your reaction. âWhat?â He teases, âWere you that excited to see me naked?â With zero hesitation you say yes. âWhy are you wearing two shirts anyways?â âI always wear an under shirt.â You roll your eyes and look away from him.
âYeah, alright.â
The game continues and this time Markâs hand is at the bottom, the two of you stare at himâwaiting for him to shout out a number. You can tell heâs nervous from the way his eyes dart around. His cute smile as he thinks gives you butterflies.
âUhm, 12!â You laugh and shake your head as you begin to count. â1, 2, 3âŠâ You slowly, the anticipation is killing Mark, but entertaining for you and Haechan. â7, 8, 9, 10, 11âŠâ You laugh, knowing that itâll be on Mark again and finally say 12. Mark groans loudly as Haechan bursts into laughter.
âTake it off! Take it off!â This time, youâre fully expecting him to take off his shirt. But of course not. âSocks count as clothing.â Mark says. You whine and roll your eyes. âWhat?! How! Thatâs not even fair!â Haechan stops you and says in a calm tone. âNo no, let him take of his socks.â âAfter that, heâll have to take his shirt off.â
You look at Donghyuck and softly gasp in excitement. âYouâre right!â Mark laughs in disbelief at the both of you and takes both his socks off.
As the game starts again you feel even more determined. Maybe itâs the alcohol, but the room suddenly feels a bit hotter. Tension rises with every second but it only makes the game even more entertaining.
Your hands stop again, but this time Haechanâs hand on the bottom.
In a relaxed manner Haechan calls out his number; â7.â Both you and Mark, are expecting him to have set up Mark to take his shirt off, it only makes sense. Nervously, Mark begins to count, but unexpectedly, your hand ends up on top. âNO!â Mark laughs as he claps his hands. âHa!â Donghyuck joins him and pours your shot.
âWhatever, youll end up taking it off either way.â You take off your shirt and then drink the alcohol in your glass. When you sit it down the two of them are shamelessly, staring at your breast.
âIf youâre gonna stare at least donât make it so obvious.â You joke. âHey, itâs not my fault your heart is behind your breasts.â Haechan says, you laugh and playfully shove him as Mark sits silently, turning red as he tries his hardest not to stare.
âOkay, letâs go.â
This time, the chanting is a lot slower. The game feels more fun, but you also feel a little anxious. Sitting between the two of them like this isnât completely out of the ordinary, youâve changed in front of them more times than you can count on your fingers and toesâbut something about this, the energy and the heat radiating of their bodies makes it feel different.
âìííž ííž, ìííž ííž, ìííž íížâŠâ repeating the process, only this time youâve picked the numberâHaechan counts and your hands move. Your breathing becomes deeper and slower. Finally, your hands stop and to your luck, Markâs hand is on top .
You high five Donghyuck before pouring Markâs shot, only filling it half way. âDrink up.â Mark shakes his head and picks up the glass. He takes a second before sipping it down, and when itâs all gone he sits it down then slowly slips his shirt off.
He tossing his shirt next to yours, before he can say anything your hands are already on his body as if they have a mind of their own. He doesnât even stop you. Instead he watches with a smirk on his flushed face
âAre you happy now?â He asks, you nod and look at him. âVery.â You respond. He leans his head back and smiles with his tongue pressed against his cheek, âYou act like youâve never seen us without a shirt on before.â Haechan says. âYeah, but usually yâall act like Iâm a criminal for looking.â Mark grabs your hands and raises his eyebrow at you. âYouâre acting like one.â He says playfully.
You laugh and put your hands up. âCan you blame me?â âYes.â Again, the game starts. âìííž ííž, ìííž ííž, ìííž ííž!â The pace picks up again as excitement builds and your hand is on the bottom. â13!â Mark counts, his speed also picking up. â9, 10, 11, 12, 12!â
The two of them cheer loudly as you hand lands on top. âLetâs go!â Mark shouts, they high five and laughâbut after youâve taken your shot they both realize what comes next and their excite smiles slowly fade.
âOh, wait. You donât have to-â Before Mark can finish you stand up and begin unbuttoning your pants. âRules are rules.â You shove your pants down, trying not to let your underwear get caughtâwhen theyâre down to your calfâs you place your hand on Haechanâs shoulder to keep your balance.
You struggle to get them off your leg, it only hits you now just how drunk you are. Luckily, Mark notices and helps you. He looks up at you as he slowly slides the pant leg down your calf, the look in his hazy eyes is a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. Your own reflection almost the same thing.
You look down at him a little longer, staring into his eyes as the tension stirsâquickly becoming sexual. Itâs only when Haechan clears his throat that you look away. You chuckle anxiously and stumble a little as you place your other hand on Marks shoulder so you can get the other leg down. But just as Mark did, Haechan helps you get it off.
Placing one hand on your foot and the other on your knee, just above your shin he looks up at you with a look similar to Marks. A confident one, one thatâs equally as sexual. His hand slowly slides down your leg to push the fabric off yourânow, warm skin. When itâs bunched up at the bottom he pulls it all the way down then tosses them to the side with his own shirt.
Slowly, you sit down with the help of Haechan and inhale deeply.
âShould we keep going?â He asks, you nod your head and then look to Mark who seemed to be waiting for your answer before giving his own. âYou arenât gonna quit now, right?â Mark shakes his head. âWhat about you?â Haechan shakes his head as well. âOkay, good!â
You clap your hands together and put them in the middle, they quickly follow suitâin your stomach the heat you felt becomes a scorching sensation. As you move your hands the tingling sensation in the depths of your body becomes stronger.
â9.â Mark says. As he slurs his words, Haechan counts to nine. Mark moves his hand, then you move yours, then Haechan, then Mark, then you, then Haechan, then Mark, then you again, and finally Haechan.
Standing up Haechan locks his lips and slowly pulls the strings to his feet sweats loose. As they come undone you feel a soft throb between your legs, you watch shamelessly. Too intoxicated to pretend that you hadnât ever thought about a moment like this. He slowly shoves them down his thighs, his face turning red as the bulge in his underwear is put on full display.
The moment you notice it you feel a sensation similar to having to pee, that heat quickly turns into a wetness.
Neither you or Mark make a comment about the erection in his boxers. At this point, youâre sure Mark must be on the same page. Itâd be pointless to point it out.
âShould we keep going?â Mark asks, before Haechan could answer you respond for him. âWhy would we stop?â Both your words are slurred. âExactly, Iâll be damned if Iâm the only one exposed tonight.â Donghyuck sits down and you laugh a little. âSee, this is why Iâm glad I donât have a penis.â You comment, âWhat does that mean?â Donghyuck asks.
âExactly what I said.â You look at him, but his expression makes you look away immediately. His eyes are low and the grin on his face makes you feel unbelievably horny. âBut anywaysâŠâ You clear your throat and sit up. âRelax.â You think to yourself. But the feeling between your legs is so intense already.
âCâmon, you said we should keep going.â Everyone places their hands in the middle again, but now, thereâs no chant. You move your hands and when your hand is on the bottom, you give a number and silently pray that it doesnât end up in you being completely bare. â1âŠ2âŠ3âŠ4âŠ5âŠ6..7âŠ8âŠâ To your luck, Markâs hand is on the top. This time, he doesnât reach to grab his glass; instead, he stands up and unbuckles his belt.
Again, you sit mesmerized. Admiring the way his hands look as he yanks his belt through the loops, even in your drunken state you can still recall all the times youâve thought about being on your knees in front of him as he took his pants off.
His belt hits the floor with a loud clanking sound, but you donât look away to see where it landed; youâre too busy watching him remove his pants in a rushed manner. You lick your lips as you see the band of his boxers. Just like Donghyuck, when heâs finally removed them you can see that you were right. Heâs in the same boat. The erection in his boxers is as clear as dayâŠ..
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The Neighbor Across the Street pt. 4
Mike Schmidt x Babysitter!f!Reader
part 1, part 2, part 3, part 5, part 6
wc: 3.1k
warnings: very brief mention of garretâs kidnapping, fluff, some sad moments (mike deserves happiness đ) (as always, lmk if thereâs anything iâve missed)
summary: the neighbor across the street needs a babysitter, so you take the job, not knowing whatâs in store for you as you grow closer to the siblings. AU where nothing bad ever happens at the pizzeria.
surprise! part 4 is here early for 100 followers, so in turn there may be a few more errors than usual đ„č𫶠appreciate all of you so much, and very happy reading!
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Monday came faster than youâd expected as you walked over to Abby and Mikeâs house, preparing yourself for another night shift of babysitting. You were surprised Abby was able to make it a day without seeing you or finding a way to somehow be in your vicinity. Sheâd become quite clingy, in the best way possible. More often than not, she just wanted you to be there with her, even if that meant finishing up assignments while she drew.
You opened the door to hear the sound of muffled arguing between the siblings. As you placed your backpack down by the dining table, you caught the slightest glimpse of Mike walking down the hall to Abbyâs room. Abby was strung across his shoulder, the young girl pulling on his shirt as she wore Mikeâs security vest.
âMike! Let me come with you! Please!â Abby whined as she tried to latch onto the door frame. Before you could attempt to see what was happening, the door slammed shut and Mike walked out with his vest in hand.
âEverything okay?â you asked, trying to read the situation. He stopped for a moment, not knowing how long youâd been there and how much of the situation you saw or heard.
âEverythingâs fine. Sheâs all yours.â he huffed as he walked past you.
âYou sure?â
âDonât worry about it, Y/n.â he was grabbing his bag and keys, still visibly upset about whatever had happened. âSee you tonight.â
The door shut quickly as he left the house, not giving you a chance to say anything else back. You stood for a moment, still confused about what you had just walked into, until the sounds of muffled crying broke the silence. You quietly made your way to Abbyâs room. As you got closer, the sounds grew louder. You gently knocked on the door.
âHey Abs. Itâs Y/n/n. Can I come in please?â you said in a gentle voice.
You heard the patter of small footsteps as she made her way to the door. It slowly opened and Abby scurried back to the blanket fort in the corner of the room. The room was full of drawings tapped over ever surface, including many the two of you had done together over the past 2 months. It had everything a girl Abbyâs age could ever want, down to the smallest details.
âYou okay Abs?â you stepped in slowly, giving her space.
âMike hates me Y/n.â she said.
âWhy do you think Mike hates you?â
âHeâs always at work. He never wants to draw with me anymore. He is never at home anymore Y/n.â she started sniffling again.
You grabbed a golden teddy bear from her bed, looking down at it as you approached the blanket fort. It had a bow and top hat, you instantly knew where it was from and who got it for Abby.
âMike would never hate you Abs. You know how much you love Mike? He loves you a million more times than that.â you could see her shuffling in the fort, turning away from the opening. You sat down in front of the opening to get down to her level.
âIf he loved me he would let me come to work with him.â she mumbled.
âI know you love your brother Abby, but he is just really busy right now. That doesnât mean he hates you or he doesnât want to play with you anymore. He just has a lot of work to do right now.â you set down the golden teddy bear in the entrance of the fort and lightly tapped Abbyâs shoulder. âI think Fredbear wants a hug.â
She slowly turned around and looked down at the bear that sat in front of her. She looked down at the bear, then up at you who sat crisscross on the floor smiling softly at her.
âWho got you this bear Abs?â
âMike.â she said as quiet as a mouse.
âAnd what about everything else in your room?â
âMike.â she said quietly again.
âHe cares about you so much more than you think Abs. He works a lot so he can get you all of these awesome toys and art supplies. He loves you more than anything in the world.â you were patting the top of the hat on the bear.
Abby grabbed the bear swiftly and held it in her arms. After a moment she snuck her way out of the fort and practically jumped on you, giving you a hug now too.
âPromise me youâll give your brother a hug just like this when heâs home again?â you said as the young girl wouldnât let go of you.
âI promise Y/n.â you could tell she was smiling in the way her voice sounded. âI love you, Y/n.â
She had never said that to you before. After just under two months of babysitting, after building such a strong bond with the girl in such little time, it came both as a shock and comfort. You could feel tears start welling in your eyes, smiling bigger than ever before. You knew how hard it was for the girl to trust people and build relationships with people her age. You were pleasantly surprised at how quickly she warmed up to you after Mike warned you it might take a while. You didnât want Abby to ever feel this way again, you wanted to make sure she knew she was loved and cared for. Just like she loves and cares for Mike, and now you.
âI love you too Abs.â you responded, trying your best to hold it together. She finally pulled away from you, still holding the bear in her hands.
âCan we play now?â she said, already gathering a pile of plush animals and dolls from her blanket fort. You could not help but chuckle at this, it was right on character for her to be back to her happy and energetic self.
âOf course Abs.â you said with a smile.
âHere is your food Mr. Panda.â Abby said giggling, handing over a paper plate stolen from the kitchen with pieces of paper colored to be pieces of food on top of it.
âThank you Mr. Chef, this is quite the delicious meal.â you said, attempting to sound like a posh British business man, making Abby laugh even more. âWait, why is there a toad in my meal?!â
âI pranked you!â she shouted laughing even harder.
âEw! I am leaving this establishment!â you said, keeping up your accent, throwing the plate back at her as you took your panda bear, pretending to make it walk away.
âLetâs do it again!â this was probably the 100th time sheâd said this. While it was the best feeling seeing her laugh and have fun, the same pranks over and over again get boring after about 5 times.
âI donât know Abs, itâs getting kind of late.â it was almost 10pm and you knew she was technically supposed to be asleep by 9:30 per Mikeâs rules.
âPlease Y/n!â you thought for a moment before speaking.
âHow about this, you go get ready for bed and we can hang out in your little fort until you get sleepy.â
âLike a sleepover?â she said, almost jumping from joy.
âJust like a sleepover.â you said smiling.
âOkay!â she ran to grab her pajamas and brush her teeth. Once she returned she pulled your arm right into the fort. She pulled a blanket over her legs as she sat down and gave you the spare one that was left.
âLetâs tell each other our biggest secrets.â Abby said immediately after you sat down, a mischievous grin on her face. Wow, this girl really doesnât take a break. âYou go first Y/n.â
âWow, thanks Abby.â you said hesitantly, not knowing what kind of information the girl was trying to get out of you. âHmm⊠okay. My biggest secret is I actually really hate cake.â
âY/n, thatâs a lame secret. And I know youâre lying.â she said, extremely unamused.
âHow do you know Iâm lying!â you said, pretending to be annoyed, softly smiling at her. âOkay fine then, whatâs your biggest secret?â
âMike has a crush on you.â
âWhat?â you said, your smiling dropping, jaw hanging open.
âYeah, he has a hugeee crush on you Y/n.â
âTh- thatâs really funny Abs.â you nervously laughed, trying to save yourself from the extremely shocked and obvious reaction you had at first.
âIâm not lying Y/n.â she was dead serious.
You sat there for a moment, still nervously laughing until you realized she was being so serious. You could feel your face starting to burn up out of both embarrassment and shock of the confession she had just made. Memories of her saying youâd be a great princess for Mike flashed into your mind. She definitely told him about the situation the next day, and somehow, like she always does, got the information out of him. You werenât sure what to do next until she made the decision for you.
âDo you have a crush on Mike?â she was clearly picking up on your reaction.
âUm, well, I mean-â
âJust say it Y/n.â
âOkay fine, maybe I do have a crush on Mike.â
âI knew it! Are you going to get married to Mike?â
âAbs slow down!â you said covering your face with your hands.
âI am so happy you have a crush on Mike!â
âYou arenât at all grossed out by this? Shouldnât you be saying something about us having cooties?â you knew at her age you did not feel this way about crushes, she was way too excited about this.
âNo, I think you guys would be perfect for each other.â she was smiling and giggling to herself.
âWell,â thereâs no point holding any of this in anymore, she already knows too much. âMaybe I feel the same way about it.â
âI know. I canât wait for you to be boyfriend and girlfriend.â
âAbs, you know you canât tell Mike about this, right? This is my biggest secret.â you said, now realizing you had to warn the girl based off her inability to keep other peopleâs secrets.
âYou said hating cake was your secret.â
âAbby.â you laughed and playfully pushed her shoulder.
âOkay I promise I wonât tell Mike if you promise to tell him you have a crush on him.â she began grinning mischievously again.
âAbby you are something else.â you were laughing and shaking your head. âI think itâs time for you to go to bed now.â
âFine.â she groaned, âOnly because you told me about your crush on Mike.â
You attempted to get up, but she stopped you.
âCan we sleep in here?â you noticed she didnât say I but she said we.
âYou know what, why not.â you smiled.
You stepped out to shut off the lights, noticing the fort had a glow to it from christmas lights strung all around it. You grabbed a pillow from Abbyâs bed for her to use and went back to the fort. She already had her posse of stuffed animals gathered around her, pulling her blanket up until only her head was poking out of it. You pulled the extra blanket and laid next to her. The fort was small for someone your age to be laying down in, but you made do for her.
âI never want you to leave our house again Y/n.â Abby said softly as she laid her head on your shoulder. âI wish we could have a sleepover every night.â
âI do too, Abs.â you said as you looked up to the shapes on the blankets above your head. You didnât realize she quickly fell asleep after her last comment, and you fell asleep quickly after. You were content hoping you made an impact on her tonight and also content knowing there was a chance Mike felt the same way you did. There was a chance you could be there for Abby forever, the chance that one day youâd never have to leave them again in the morning.
The front door opened quietly in the early hours of the morning as Mike returned home from another grueling night shift. This shift was especially difficult. It was a long night, he didnât get as much sleep as he wanted to, and the dread of coming home to confront both Y/n and Abby over the earlier situation was in his mind constantly. He didnât want to mess up for either of them and it sure felt like he had. He didnât want to disappoint his girls.
âHey Y/n.â he said quietly as he set down his things, rubbing his eyes tiredly. When he didnât hear a response back he expected you to be asleep, but when he went to look for you in your usual spot on the couch, you werenât there. He panicked for a moment, flashbacks of Garrett going missing played in his mind. He quickly made his way to Abbyâs room, trying his best not to let the floorboards creek on his way there. When he opened the door and caught a glimpse of the two of you fast asleep in the blanket fort, he felt relief wash over him.
He stepped into the room quietly, not wanting to wake up either of you. When he approached the opening of the fort, he saw the way Abbyâs head leaned on your shoulder, and the way yours leaned against her head. The smallest of smiles formed on his face.
He felt forever indebted to you for giving Abby the childhood memories she deserved. He knew Abby loved him, but he never felt like he was able to do enough. He was never able to be anything more than a brother to Abby. You knew which activities she liked, how to play with her, and exactly how she liked her spaghetti cooked. He knew deep down inside that Abby deserved you in her life, but he didnât feel like he deserved you at all. You didnât deserve to be pulled into a situation like this, yet you gave it your all. He paid you only when he could, and you never complained. Not once. No matter how stressful school was, you never called off. You pushed through for Abby. But Mike didnât realize you pushed through it for him as well.
He poked his head through the entrance of the fort just enough to place a light kiss on Abbyâs forehead. Before he could stop himself, he leaned over Abby and placed the lightest, most gentle kiss on the top of your head. He slowly took his head out of the fort, and sat for a minute on the floor.
âIâm sorry.â he whispered so quietly. Only the sound of the girls quiet breaths filled the room, then he got up quietly, and went to bed. He didnât get anymore sleep that night.
7am came slower than ever as Mike sat in his bed. He had nothing to look at above him as he removed his âNebraskaâ poster a few days after starting the new night job, bringing it to work instead. He brought it there to distract him instead. He got out of bed, and went over to Abbyâs room to find the two of you still asleep. He felt bad having to wake you guys up, but he had to do it.
âHey Abs, itâs time to get ready for school.â he gently shook her shoulder. âCome on, get up.â
She slowly woke up, groaning, asking for 5 more minutes. She got up, immediately giving Mike a biggest hug. She wasnât going to forget her promise she made the night before. Mike was surprised by the gesture after yesterdays altercation, but he didnât think much of it.
From all the stirring, you also slowly woke up, not entirely remembering what happened last night and how you ended up in Abbyâs fort. When you finally fully woke up, the memories came flooding back. âMike has a crush on you.â Suddenly it felt awkward for you.
âMorning Y/n.â he said as he held part of the opening open for Abby to get out and start getting ready.
âSorry for staying longer than usual.â you rubbed your face trying to wake yourself up and hide the redness in your face.
âY/n. You have absolutely nothing to be sorry about.â he quickly looked over his shoulder towards the door, listening for any indication Abby was nearby. âListen, Y/n, do you think you can come over an hour early tonight?â he said in a whisper.
âYeah, whatâs up?â you said, a confused look on your face.
âI donât want Abby to know. Just wanted to talk to you for a bit.â he was avoiding your eyes, still holding the blanket open from the fort. âNothing bad. I just donât want Abby knowing youâll be here early, kind of hard to talk to anyone when sheâs around.â
âYeah, yeah I can do that.â you said, getting out of the fort, now standing in front of him.
âIâll distract her before you get here.â
âOkay, sounds good.â you said with a tight lipped smile.
âThanks, Y/n.â
âAnytime.â
You both stood there for another second, making eye contact again, until you looked away quickly.
âIâm gonna go now, have a few classes today.â
âRight. Sorry for keeping you long.â
âYou told me not to apologize, now itâs my turn to tell you not to.â you said with an airy chuckle.
âSee you later Y/n.â
You made your way towards Abbyâs door to leave, bumping into her on the way out. She gave you an extremely knowing glare after noticing you had been talking to Mike, alone, in her room just moments before.
âSee you guys tonight.â you waved, exiting the room. Mike followed you out. When you reached the front door, he opened it for you, and waited there as you left. He waited there, like he always does, making sure you cross the street safely. This time he waited until you opened the door to your own house, and for the first time, you both noticed the other.
Had he not stayed until you opened your own door, he wouldnât have known you turn around every time you go home, hoping youâd see him one last time. Had he not stayed, you wouldnât have known how he waits every single time, no matter how tired he is, just to make sure you get home safely. And so he doesnât have to keep you out of his sight for any longer than he has to.
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"Moth to a Flame (part 6)"
Bada Lee x Reader
part 5 ┠part 6 ⶠpart 7
series masterlist
summary: y/n l/n is the youngest team member of Jam Republic, competing in the second season of Street Woman Fighter. sheâs got the sweetest smile and the most vibrant personality, but she also may or may not be the biggest hothead on the show when it comes to defending her teammates. apparently thatâs attractive to Bada Lee.
word count: 12k
warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of depression anxiety disorder, mentions of medication, not proofread, nothing i write is a reflection of anyone's true character and is a work of total fiction
It had been almost a week since the interim mission check. Almost a week since 1 million was estimated to place first. A week since Jam Republic began preparing themselves for elimination. A week since Bada and Y/n fought⊠a week since the two had last spoken.
After the screaming match between the two girls and y/n making her exit with a slam of team Bebe's dressing room door, the younger headed to her own dressing room bawling her eyes out. Her teammates didn't immediately question anything as she stormed in and began to aggressively pack up the few things she had brought back for the day. Audrey made her way over to place a gentle hand on her shoulder
"y/n-" but was immediately swatted away by the still-crying girl. y/n immediately turned around with regret written all over her face
"I'm so sorry- I didn't- I didn't mean to push you away" she sobbed with wide eyes, shaking her head, trying to convince her friend that she didn't mean it, but Audrey already knew that. Audrey knew Y/n.
"hey, hey! It's okay, I know you didn't mean toâŠ" she comforted the girl, bringing her into a hug. This time the younger girl let her friend wrap her in a warm hug. She buried her face in Audrey's chest and bawled her eyes out until she felt too tired to carry on.
"Is something else bothering you lovey?" Kirsten asked gently from somewhere in the corner. Y/n looked up slightly confused, which is when she realized they had no idea what just happened. She began to cry all over again, this time just weeping exhaustedly. I don't even think you could call it crying- more so just her looking sad as tears freely ran down her face. It took her a few minutes before she could even begin to explain, but when she did it wasnât any easier.
âI got into an argument with Bada⊠well- it was actually a really bad fight, and- and I totally fucked everything upâ Poor girl could barely finish her sentence, as she hiccuped her way through it before she started sobbing and heaving again. Everyone in the room shared looks of shock and confusion, all rushing closer to comfort their youngest. Audrey already had her hand rubbing circles softly on Y/nâs back while Emma sat on the other side rubbing her shoulder, and the oldest three kneeled/sat in front of her.
âIâm so sorry my sweet girl⊠do you wanna tell us about it?â Kirsten being the wonderful leader and friend she is, did not hesitate one second before openly trying to comfort y/n. The youngest sniffled and hiccuped a bit more while trying to nod.
âY-yeah, just give me a-a few minutes, p-pleaseâ y/n shakily pleaded as her sobs picked back up. After about ten minutes of crying, she was pretty sure there was nothing left in her. Latrice had gotten up to get her water a few minutes ago and now was forcing her to drink it seeing as y/n had been able to calm down.
âTake your time baby, you donât have to tell us everything- you donât even have to tell us anything if you donât want to!â Ling reassured her little bestie and made sure y/n still remembered how safe she was with Jam Republic.
âNo, itâs okay- I want you guys to know⊠I just- I donât even know where to start or how to retell thisâŠor if I even have the energy to do so right nowâŠâ the youngest countered, wanting just to tell her members what happened and get it out of the way so she could begin suppressing it, but her eyes began to droop and her voice got soft, both being immediate signs of her exhaustion. And on any other day, or in any other situation her members would find it quite endearing, but they canât help but feel crushed at the sight.
âWhy donât we finish packing- after the flight, youâll have rested a bit, and if youâre feeling up to once weâve landed you can explain the whole situation to us then. If not, thatâs okay too.â Latrice gently spoke up, reminding everyone that they had a flight to leave for in just under an hour and a half. Y/n sniffled and nodded, slowly standing up. Everyone immediately backed away slightly to give her enough space, then watched as she lifelessly moved around the space, finishing packing her things. It sincerely shocked them to see her this way, thinking it was already pretty bad how she was acting before they showed up- and that was when they WERENâT paying attention to her. Y/n was never good at hiding her feelings unless it was when she was dancing or performing- when she was putting on a show- so to see her so sluggish and empty really scared the five other members of Jam Republic.
âThis is going to be a long, hard fucking weekâŠâ Emma noted, the others either nodding or tiredly humming in agreement.
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âDo you wanna talk about any of it?â Lusher tried her best not to pry- not that she would've had to pry much anyway since she heard the whole thing- but she wanted to hear how Bada was feeling with the aftermath. The leader just sighed deeply once again with her elbows resting on her knees, hunched over as she laid her head in her hands.
Bada felt nauseous. She felt dizzy, like the room was spinning and her ears were ringing. To be completely honest, there was a possibility she would pass out at any moment. None of what had just happened in the last- what? 20 minutes? Was it longer than that? Hell, was it shorter? Bada really had no clue, but none of what had happened in that time felt real to her.
âI donât know LusherâŠâ the leader finally mumbled, still hunched over. It was quiet and meek, sounding exhausted. The sub-leader glanced around at her teammates whose faces were all some sort of variation of fear or anxiety, She sighed and crossed her arms before speaking up again
âWell, then how about we get some rest? Maybe afterward youâll want to talk about it, or maybe you wonât- either way, weâll be hereâŠâ She firmly stated, knowing how tired everyone was and how sleep easily played a role in how well they felt. The leader took a huge breath, her members watching had her shoulders rose and fell. Bada stood up with her head still hanging low. The other girls moved out of the way and watched as the oldest started groggily packing up her things and sat back down on the couch with an empty look when she finished.
âIâm ready when you guys are.â
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The first day back in New Zealand was just another segment added to the nightmare that Jam Republic has been living in these last few days. Y/n slept the whole plane ride but woke up with a very minor fever and headache. She just chalked it up to crying so much and getting so world up.
âI promise itâs fine Kirsten, I'm probably just dehydrated-âÂ
âWhich still isnât good! Even if thatâs the case, itâs not something to treat lightly, y/n. And since I know youâre lying itâs even more serious to me⊠I need you to try your best to take care of yourself right now love, we need you.â she dragged the youngest over to some airport market and grabbed two waters and a bottle of juice. Kirsten glanced over her shoulder and saw eyeing up some snacks, but didnât end up grabbing them. When the younger walked away to look at something else, the leader moved to grab whatever she was looking at. The bright colorful packaging with cute designs made her smile. It was obviously a very y/n-like treat- some sort of sweet gummies with a sour sugar coating. She grabbed two of them and got a savory snack as well, knowing how stubborn her youngest is and how hard on herself she can get.
When all of their luggage had been picked up, all six members of Jam Republic headed back to their hotel. y/n lay with her head against the cool glass of the window, not quite asleep but definitely not mentally present. Everyone was already worried from what had happened the previous day, but it seemed like something different was the issue now. Y/n didnât only seem depressed anymore- she seemed physically ill.
By the time they arrived at their place, Emma was the first to offer y/n help, which she obviously declined. Yet Emma still took her heavier bags, and y/n didnât even have the energy to complain. The older carried them up for her as she dragged behind the rest of the group. Audrey, noticing how out of it her best friend was, circled back around to meet y/n in the back of the clump
âYou not feeling too good, bunny?â the slightly older brunette questioned with eyes full of concern, and a mouth of whatever candy bar she was munching on. Y/n actually felt herself smile a bit at how endearing her friend was. still, she sighed and nodded, which of course Audrey didnât believe.
âI really donât get why you feel like you have to lie about itâŠâ the elder mumbled, kicking a rock while they walked. Great, now I made Audrey upset. y/n frowned and sighed deeply
âItâs just easier to deal with it by myself⊠itâs exhausting having to explain why I feel the way I do, especially when I donât even understand it half the time⊠I wanna tell you guys, I promise I do, but it would drag the team down so much, AudreyâŠâ
âWhy do you say that? Because weâd have to take time to discuss whatâs wrong? Because weâd have to stop working and focus on you for a second?â
âNo Audrey itâs not-â
âOh so then itâs because we care about you and weâd do anything for you in a heartbeat and you donât wanna accept that you have people that sincerely love you? You donât wanna accept that you really are a loveable amazing person who doesnât deserve to be talked to or treated like that?â Audrey pointed off somewhere in the direction they had just come from, seething as she finished. this was the first time y/n had ever seen the girl as angry as she was, but she couldnât help but feel confused
âHow⊠how do you know what she said?â y/n tilted her head and awaited her friendâs response with said eyes. Audrey hesitated for a second, feeling like sheâd said too much, but sighed and began speaking again
âLusher told Latrice⊠well- Latrice and me. I still want to hear everything from you though- I want to know how youâre processing all this and how it felt for you because while she seemed neutral, there could just as easily be things Lusher left out in favor of Bada.â she quickly explained, hoping she hadnât betrayed the other girlâs trust by getting the story from someone else first.
âLusher didnât seem⊠mad? Wait- how does she know? Did Bada really tell them everything already? I mean I guess that makes sense since-â her mumbled external pondering was cut off
âThey heard everythingâŠâ the older of the two once again spoke hesitantly, unsure of how the other would react. y/n just glanced over, slightly dazed
âHuh?â Audrey let out a breath she didnât even realize she was holding, then continued explaining.
âLusher said their entire team was just around the corner while you guys were arguing, and they could hear everythingâŠâ she trailed off at the end, cringing slightly at how bad the entire situation was. Y/n sighed and closed her eyes, feeling another wave of headaches coming
âGreat, now all of team Bebe hates meâŠâ
âYou donât know that!â Audrey was simply trying to be her optimistic self, and she couldnât help but giggle when the slightest bit of normal y/n showed through the depression when she gave her older friend an over-exaggerated deadpan look. The two finally reached their shared room and began unpacking the few things they had. After doing so, the girls all quickly washed up and got changed, then headed to practice.
Practice had gone well for the most part- the first half was reworking practically everything and adding more to make the choreography stand out more. The second half was just drilling everything until it was muscle memory, or at least close to it. Everyone could tell y/n wasnât feeling well. It didnât show in her dance, but definitely on her face as she looked miserable every time they finished.
âWhy donât you take a break hon-â Emma tried convincing her with a gentle hand on her shoulder, to which y/n loosely pushed it away
âEm, Iâm fineâ she whined and moaned, tired of having everyone baby her for the day. The older stood there for a moment before sighing and shaking her head, then walking off. The rest of the practice went the same, and everyone finished wrapping things up around 12:45 am.Â
Later that evening (or morning rather) after practice had ended and all of Jam Republic had returned to their hotel, y/n started throwing up and her fever increased severely, ending her up in the ER at 2 am with Kirsten and Ling, the others being told to stay back and get some rest.
âAfter running some tests and talking with her, it just seems like a stress fever, which thankfully means thereâs nothing physically wrong- well besides some dehydration, but we have her on an IV for right now- However, whatever is causing the girl so much stress should probably be taken out of her life immediatelyâŠâ the doctor sternly informed the two oldest members of Jam Republic. They both just looked at each other, not really knowing what to do, seeing as their poor babyâs stress was unavoidable right now unless she were to completely drop from the challenge, and maybe even the entire competition as a whole.
âWeâre actually a part of a competition right now⊠we want her to rest but- we need her to be able to compete with us. Is there anything we can do to speed up the recovery?â Ling spoke before her friend could, the desperate tone already taking over her voice. The doctor sighs and takes off his glasses.
âWe could try putting her on an anti-anxiety medication to see if that helps⊠but it really would be the most ideal to let her rest as much as possible in a low-stress environment.â
âA low-stress environment isnât really possible right now. And- sheâs actually already on something for anxiety and depression, would she even be allowed to do that?â at Kirstenâs question the doctor looks slightly confused
âHas she not been taking the medication recently? Because when we ran the tests to see if there was something in her system, we found no traces of drugs, alcohol, or any substancesâŠâ The two dancers once again looked at each other, having a silent conversation.
âWould we be able to see her?â the leader asks softly, to which the doctor nods and leads them to y/nâs room. He opens the door and they find her lying there staring off into space, barely awake.
âHey honey⊠is it alright if we come in?â Kirsten asked as softly as she could while still wanting the girl to hear her. Y/n nodded wordlessly and closed her eyes. The two oldest Jam Republic members came and sat near her hospital bed and after a few minutes of conversation with the doctor, it was just the three of them in the room.Â
âSweetheartâŠâ the leader brushed some hair out of y/nâs face and watched as her eyes fluttered open
âDid you hear any of that?â She finished and furrowed her brows, unsure of how aware of her surroundings the younger was. Y/n shook her head and matched Kirstenâs expression
âTheyâre gonna keep you here overnight to make sure you get enough hydration before going back, okay?â She kept brushing away stray hairs and petting them down softly against y/nâs head, lulling her to sleep. There was a slight nod of understanding. Kirsten stood up and y/n quickly (as quickly as she could) reached out to grab her hand
âPlease stay⊠at least one of you⊠can at least one of you please stay with meâ the youngest pleaded in a pitiful whisper that made the older twoâs hearts break all over again. This girl really was going to be the death of them all
âOf course honey, weâll both stayâ Ling reaches for her other hand pressing a motherly kiss to the back of itÂ
âIâm sorry⊠for slowing down the process and now dragging you guys into it⊠you should be getting good rest right now⊠not here with me⊠and here I am being selfish by asking you to stay⊠shockerâŠâ It seemed like y/n was just mumbling whatever was coming to mind, yet tears were once again freely slipping down. Her eyes closed and wet eyelashes fluttered softly against her cheeks as she drifted off. The two sat there in slight shock, a bit taken aback by what sheâd said. Both had wanted to say something and let her know how wrong she was- how while yes they shouldâve been resting, it was more important to them that she was okay. After a few minutes of silence, Ling spoke up
âWhy didnât you tell her she canât practice?â
âBecause now is not the time to send her into a nervous breakdown⊠sheâs barely even conscious, itâd probably give her a heart attack if I told her she wasnât allowed to practiceâ the leader stressed and hung her head for a moment.
âWeâre gonna have to ask her about her medication in the morningâŠâ she sighed rubbing her forehead, causing Ling the groan softly so as not to disrupt the sleeping girl a few inches away
The next day Kirsten woke up first and told a half-asleep Ling she was going to grab breakfast for them. When she returned, it seemed the older had been awake for a bit and that y/n had just been waking up. The leader sat in the chair next to the hospital bed and handed everyone their food. y/n thanked her teammate quietly and they all began eating. After a few brief moments of silence and soft chewing, Kirsten spoke up
âSo there are a few things we need to talk aboutâŠâ she mentioned seriously, glancing up at y/n who was staring intensely at her food, but had stopped chewing for the moment.
â...like what?â the younger questioned and went back to cutting up her food to eat more.
âLike why you havenât been telling us things⊠we need to know when you arenât feeling well y/n or else we canât help you-â Kirsten explained in a worried motherly tone but was quickly cut offÂ
âI donât want you to have to help me-â the bedridden girl argued tiredly and sighed. There wasnât any anger and she didnât raise her voice in the slightest. She was just exhausted.Â
âI should be able to take care of myself on my own. Iâm an adult⊠i should start acting like oneâ y/n spoke everything loud and clear until the last phrase. She had mumbled the statement to herself, sinking back into her pillows and wallowing in pity again, but Ling and Kirsten both heard the self-deprecating callout. Every second that passed, the two eldest grew more and more worried about their youngestâs wellbeingÂ
âThe doctors said they didnât didnât find any traces of anything in your system, which is good, but that also included your meds⊠did you forget to take them yesterday?â Ling questioned softly rubbing the back of the girlâs hand. Y/n once again goes completely silent, and avoids eye contact with an extremely guilty expression, which has both older members raising an eyebrow.
âY/n⊠whatâs up?â Kirsten pushed for a response, causing the younger dancer to sigh
âI havenât been taking them regularlyâŠâ Y/n mumbled, fiddling with the blanket that laid over her lap, still avoiding eye contact.
âYou havenât been taking your meds???â âY/n are you fucking kidding me? Since when?â both members started began outwardly stressing
â...since the second week of filming-â
âTHAT WAS THREE AND A HALF MONTHS AGO-â
âLingy, letâs not yell at her⊠Iâm sure she had a reasonâŠâ Kirsten put a hand on her shoulder and the oldest sighed, they both turned expectantly to y/n, who felt immensely small in front of them for the first time in her entirety of knowing the two dancers.
â...they were making me tiredâ The youngest curled into her and cringed at the excuse, especially after seeing both womenâs faces drop into disbelief.
âAre you serious right now?â Ling questioned with a deadpan expression her arms crossed. Y/n bit her lip and continued to play with her fingers.
ây/nâŠâ Kirsten sighed as she closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose
âI started that new medication and it made it impossible for me to do anything! I was barely making it through those battles and the only thing keeping me going was the excitement and adrenaline-â The youngest tried to defend her reasoning but what cut off
âSo you thought it was better to just take nothing? Why didnât you say something to someone, or even just call your doctor and ask to go back-â This was the first time Kirsten even slightly raised her voice at y/n, and it wasnât even at that point, but the small girl could feel the disappointment radiating off of her team leader, and she felt everything come crashing again.
âBecause I didnât want to go back to the other medication, it did nothing for me- I wouldnât have switched in the first place if it worked!â she could feel herself getting worked up again, tears somehow still being able to form. She sighed and laid back in the hospital bed, actually crying this time instead of having tears judge freely fall down her face as she stared blankly.
âI know I shouldnât have stopped taking them⊠but I just couldnât do it. I thought I was doing fineâŠâ y/n mumbled, wiping away tears and sniffling, feeling exhausted again.
âY/nâŠâ Kirsten started after taking a deep breath and hearing the younger girlâs hum of recognitionÂ
âYou canât practice.â
âWhatâŠâ barely came out as a whisperÂ
âYouâre too stressed out right now, and your immune system is down⊠you arenât eating or sleeping properly and youâre overworking yourself. You are literally killing yourself slowly⊠and for what? A stupid competition? Some girl?â she tried to keep her tone level and calm, but Kirsten couldnât help the rise at the mention of the other team leader, hating her in that brief moment for being one of the reasons her poor baby was feeling this way
âIf itâs so stupid Kirsten, then why are we here?â Y/n could feel herself getting frustrated again. This was exactly why no one took her seriously, because her team didnât even take her seriously, or at least thatâs what she thought. Kirsten let out what felt like the twelve hundredth sigh within the last 24 hours.
âTheyâre discharging you in about 20 minutes⊠youâre allowed to come to practice but itâs recommended that you donât⊠the doctors said itâs best to keep you out of high-stress environments right now-âÂ
âYeah well, do they even know whatâs going on?â so many things were happening in the moment. Y/n felt like she was going to combust and throw up and pass out all at once. Sheâd never spoken to Kirsten like this- fuck sheâd never felt frustrated with Kirsten like this.Â
âYes y/n, we told them, and they still think itâs best for you to rest⊠at least for a little whileâ The leaderâs tone was back to gentle, but it sounded just as tired as the younger girlâs. Y/n didnât say anything as she sat in disbelief. The three sat in silence for the next few minutes until it was time for y/n to be discharged. She signed off on some documents and then the three were off. They decided to head back to the hotel first before meeting the others at the studio, wanting to change and all that since theyâd all spent the night at the hospital in their pajamas.Â
Y/n decided to stay back and get some more rest, finally giving in to her exhaustion. While they were glad she was taking their advice, Ling and Kirsten once again couldnât help but feel their hearts hurt for their youngest members. It was always hard seeing each other go through tough times, but it usually never lasted this long or became this severe. It felt like there was nothing they could do to help her.
The youngest jam republic dancer napped and rested for about five hours after she had made her return to their hotel. After waking up she showered and got dressed and decided to head down to the studio. When y/n arrived she waved and greeted everyone politely with a gentle smile, shocking everyone at her appearance.
âI thought you werenât coming today- you said you were gonna rest.â Kirsten separated herself from the group after telling them to keep practicing
âI did rest- but I couldnât just sit there and do nothing⊠even if I donât feel well I should still come and watch to make sure Iâm not missing anythingâ y/n defended her case to the best of her ability, but Kirsten was always right
âNo, if you donât feel well you need to be resting and taking care of your body AND your brainâ the leader retorted, teasingly poking the younger girlâs forehead at the end of her sentence to make a point. Y/n cracked the tiniest smile and even though it was barely there Kirsten was proud of herself for at least being able to do that much.
Y/n sat at the front and watched the practice for the remainder of the time, taking notes on everything she saw whether it be strengths or weaknesses, new ideas, or things she felt needed to be changed entirely. The girl was surprisingly calm and didnât feel any stress while she was observing. Thatâs pretty much how the rest of that weekâs practices went for Y/n until the last three days before filming. She had been begging Kirsten to allow her to get back to dancing and the leader actually almost caved a few times, desperate to perfect the routine, but still stayed strong and insisted she rested.
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It had been a week since the two had spoken. By now all the choreography was finished being created, taught, and perfected. The videos were all shot and edited and it was finally the day where all seven teams would present their work to everyone else and the judges. The day when another two crews would be put up for elimination, and once would go home.Â
Everyone entered the arena one by one, each team taking their designated seat. It was always mindlessly interesting in these situations, where theyâd all gather to watch something but not dance because the fashion choices were truly a show of each dancerâs honest character. Y/n looked as elegant as usual with her red, black, and ivory ensemble. She was doing surprisingly well at the moment, having more of an icy glare rather than the empty eyes of depression that had taken over her the last week or so.Â
Y/n was doing surprisingly well until she wasn't. Jam Republic is seated by the time team Bebe passes by. y/n feels her heart rate pick up as they approach, all of them glancing at her, some glaring, but their leader acted as if she didn't even see the girl and walked right past them with an icy stare.
âOh, now thatâs just fucking meanâ Ling scoffed and stared down the team as they took their seats. Everyone was obviously feeling on edge and very nervous about the results, but y/n still looked quite ill. She had recovered for the most part, but she suddenly felt like throwing up again at the interaction with Bebe. She's still so distraught from the fight with Bada a couple of days before, and now the youngest dancer is scared shitless that both of their teams are going to be up for elimination. As much as she wants to avoid the older girl right now, y/n wouldn't be able to live with herself if Bebe got sent home todayâŠ
y/n took a sharp breath, biting her lip trying to push back the sudden sting of tears already feeling the anxiety begin to gnaw away at her. Lusher noticed this right as the team took their seats and spoke over her shoulder to their leader.Â
"you can't keep ignoring herâŠ" the younger prompted after seeing the way Bada pretended y/n didn't exist when they passed by
"excuse me? Who are you to tell me what I can and can't do?" the leader coldly responded, eyeing the girl up and down. Tatter felt a shiver run down her spine at the interaction, already worried about the integrity of her team considering the rest of their practice time felt like a waste as well. She just sighed and tilted her head out of stress.
After the fight between Bada and Y/n happened, and they both went their separate ways alongside their teams, team Bebe began to fall apart. Bada read through the countless criticisms their routine had gotten and didnât even know where to start. The stress was eating her alive and she tried her best not to let it show. Normally when things got bad, the Bebe leader would talk about it with Y/n, but that obviously wasnât a possibility right now, which made everything so much worse.Â
Practices became unbearable due to how irritable the leader had become, often losing patience easily when things didnât work out how they were supposed to. Any time theyâd go on break Bada would sit and rewatch whatever footage had been taken or reread the notes to see what was going wrong. The other six Bebe members sat off to the side getting water, all observing their oldest with immense concern. She still hadnât opened up about the situation to them, honestly feeling too embarrassed, even though she knew they heard the entire thing. The guilt of it all was eating away at Bada and she didnât want to admit that.
âSheâs gonna have to share the burden with us at some pointâ Lusher sighed and pushed herself up off the floor, sauntering over to their crew leader and popping a squat next to her
âYou havenât had any water todayâŠâ the sub-leader observed while glancing at the taller girl
âYouâre seriously keeping track of whether I do or donât drink water?â it was supposed to come out in a joking manner, but Bada was serious, the sentence coming out flat and irritated. She didnât look up from the sheets of paper she was looking over when she responded as well, completely focused on fixing the issue that she couldnât seem to understand.
âYeah I am- because youâve stopped taking care of yourself and you wonât let anyone help youâ Lusher snapped back, causing Bada to finally look up and meet her harsh gaze. The younger dancerâs arms were crossed and her brows were furrowed, making her look more like a pouty child than an angry adult, but still Bada could feel the frustration radiating off of her. She sighed and stood up, tall stature looming over Lusher for a second before she stood as well.
âTalk to me⊠this isnât gonna work if you take everything on yourselfâ the shorter once again encouraged her teammate to share her troubles. Bada sighed and the two stared at each other for a moment before Lusher turned her head slightly to call out for Tatter. The blonde came bounding over with a somewhat nervous look on her face
âWhatâs up?â she asked
âYou think youâd be able to run things by yourself for a bit?â Lusher questioned in return, causing Bada to cock her head a little, not entirely fond of the idea. But the way the youngest director confidently responds makes her feel a little better about it. The other responds with a quick âgreatâ and a smile, before dragging Bada out of the practice room and slightly down the hall to one of the small dancer lounges.
âAlright- letâs hear it.â Lusher claps her hands together as she sits on the couch and crosses one leg over the other. The leader lets out an amused scoff and shakes her head. She sits down on the other side of the couch and leans on the armrest.
âI just feel stressed about the routine⊠weâre taking a big risk with what weâre doing and I canât help but wonder if itâs the right approachâŠâ Lusher eyed her suspiciously, not fully believing the leader
âSo it has nothing to do with Y/n?â she tilted her head and raised an eyebrow, the leader huffing at the question
âWell of course it has plenty to do with Y/n- we didnât exactly leave off on good terms the last time we talked⊠itâs just more unnecessary added stress that I need to stop thinking about and move past.â Bada finished her reasoning in a reserved manner, looking away from the girl next to her
âWoah- wait- you think thatâs really something you should just ignore??â Lusher was genuinely shocked, not used to her leader being so avoidant. Maybe it was her way of trying to remain relaxed and cool, but the younger dancer could see how terribly the whole situation was affecting her friend, and it definitely wasnât something to just be left alone.
âWell, I have better things to worry about right now than some childish dancer who clearly canât control her emotionsâ the shorter girl scoffed completely unamusedÂ
âThis is coming from the person who blew up on her just as easily- come on Bada, youâve never been a hypocrite so donât start nowâ She couldnât help but laugh a little at how childish the leader was being without even realizing itÂ
âSo youâre taking her side now?â Bada looked pretty offended, telling the other dancer just how serious she was with her question. Lusher sighed deeply
âIâm not taking anyoneâs side, but you both were really shitty to each other⊠neither of you shouldâve said the things you said- but by you saying how immature and emotional she is, youâre pretty much saying it all about yourself because you two had the same energy going onâŠâ she tried to explain calmly, which resulted in another immature response from the leader
âI was simply matching her energy-â Bada pouted as she talked, and Lusher usually wouldâve found it cute if it were any other situation
âRight, which by your definition was childish and irrationalâŠâ the leader scoffed and looked away, playing with her sleeve. There were a few moments of silenceÂ
âYou know sheâs not doing well eitherâŠâ the sub-leader spoke up after a while
âYeah? And how would you know?â the taller girl mumbled, still not looking away from her sleeve, finding the loose string much more interesting than the conversation at this point
âUhm, I asked her?â she posed it as a question, but it was meant in a sarcastic way, pointing out the obvious answer. Bada quickly snapped her head back up to finally look over at the younger girl
âOh, so youâve been talking to Y/n?â Lusher sighed again after seeing her friendâs irritated expression make a return
âOf course I have, sheâs our friend- well sheâs my friend, I don't know what she is to youâ she responded softly and sincerely, yet mumbled the last part, causing the leader to scoff for probably the thirteenth time during this conversation
âCâmon Seoyoung, be serious right now- this isnât the time for your silly little delusions-â Bada tried to joke slightly and steer her away from the door they were about to open
âNo, you be serious Bada. you know damn well sheâs more important to you than youâd like to admit. If I didnât know any better Iâd say you were practically in love with her.â the older of the two let out a laugh of disbelief at her teammateâs (accurate) accusation
âIn love? With y/n? That hilarious Lusher- really funny actually. Iâd love to know where your brain comes up with things like that.â her tone was low and sarcastic, becoming mean and condescending, similar to how it was the last time she spoke with Y/n
âOh donât fucking talk to me like that- youâre not gonna treat me like Iâm an idiot because I know you better than that. Stop putting your insecurities onto the people who care most about you when theyâre trying to help Badaâ The room went silent and the older stood straight up in her place, eyes softening at the callout. It was strange to hear Lusher talk to her like that, or even hear her talk like that at all. Sure, the girl teased her a lot, but the two had never gotten into a serious back-and-forth argument like this. Bada thought at that moment that maybe she really could be the problem, seeing as how no one else had been getting into screaming matches like she had recently.
âI just donât understand why she couldnât just talk to meâŠâ Bada mumbled sadly burying her head in her arms
âBecause she was stressed out and hurt⊠I mean- if my girlfriend voted to eliminate my group, I would be hurt too-â Lusher tried easing the mood with some light teasing
âSeoyoungâŠâ the older girl dramatically glared at her, but both knew the look held no real malice
âOkay my bad- sorry, but you get the point.â she rushed out in turn
âI do, but she said she understoodâŠâ the leader once again drifted off, focus going elsewhere
âOkay, and? She can understand your reason and still be upset about it. Especially since there were other things that were probably weighing down on her⊠you have to remember, we werenât the only ones who voted to eliminate Jam Republic⊠EVERYONE voted for them⊠and since they had already been facing setbacks from the moment they got to New Zealand she was probably struggling a lot-â Lusher tried to help her understand, but Bada wasnât having it
âyeah, she was struggling but I was too- you didnât see me taking it out on her did you?â she tried to retort, but was met with Lusherâs immediate response
âbut you did take it out on her! Just not immediatelyâŠâÂ
âLusher you saw everything- you know how hard everything was for me-â and it was true, lusher did see everything, just like sheâs seeing it now. She witnessed one of her best friends completely lose her confidence and doubt all of her abilities while keeping it bottled up. But she was the only one who saw.
âRight, but she didnât, Bada⊠How is she supposed to know that if you donât tell her-â
âShe didnât tell me anything!â it felt like an argument was starting again. The older of the two truly not seeing the whole problem, or at least not recognizing her part in it
âRight, but you pushed her to talk about something she didnât want to share with you- why? I donât know- but thatâs none of my business! YOU need to figure out what went wrongâŠâ Lusher explained from the objective point of view
âI get that, but how is it fair for her to shut me out and then get bitchy with me, but when I do it in return thatâs not okay?â
âOh my god- Bada, it wasnât okay for either of you to act that way! But your retaliating after pressuring y/n to talk about something she wasnât ready to talk about seems like your own faultâŠyou were so fucking mean to her Bada- like- the things you said were awful and absolutely not okay!â The younger of the two allowed her voice to increase, finally getting her point across. Lusher watched as Badaâs face softened again, feeling like she finally got through to her, even just a little bit.
â...I knowâ The older hung her head and covered her eyes, as Lusher sighed and sat down next to her, leaning her head on Badaâs shoulder.
âI know she treated you badly too, what she said wasnât okay either- but it wasnât charged like yours wasâ Bada scoffed and wiped her tears that she didnât even realize had fallen
âyeah, and how do you know?â she shifted slightly to glance down at the younger girl, but Lusher just kept staring off into the space ahead of them
âWell- maybe at first it was a little bit⊠but at some point, she had already given up on fighting and just wanted to get out of there⊠believe me, Bada, she knows how bad she fucked up tooâŠâ
That week had been just as terrible for Team Bebe as it had been for Jam Republic. The last day before filming they ended up making drastic changes to really sell the concept, causing everyone to be exhausted the next day, but luckily they were all able to hold off until after filming had finished.
The team now sat in their designated area, everyone carrying a very negative intimidating intense energy, except Lusher who was just exhausted from still having to play the mediator at this point. After all teams have settled in and the production staff is ready to go, Kang Daniel begins recapping the mission for the audience members and announces the first concept shortly after. Deep n Dapâs video was shown first.
Y/n felt another wave of depression rush over her as she watched the video. It was so well organized and put together, and hearing how loud everyone else was cheering for the green team made her feel nauseous all over again. Yet the young dancer was able to preserve her face and not let her anxiety show, although she didnât make a single sound or expression for the entire video. Once Deep n Dapâs score was revealed the entire team of Jam Republic began to get nervous seeing how high all three directors had scored.
Shortly after, it was Jam Republicâs turn. Kirsten had been asked about their rehearsal process and was only able to get a few words out before she started tearing up. The leader finally showed her tears, and Y/n hung her head holding her breath knowing she'd cry too if she didn't. When the score for Jam Republicâs leader was shown, y/n felt herself genuinely smile for the first time in three days.
Once the video started and everyone was cheering, y/n felt herself start to lighten up a little- but was also still frustrated at the circumstances- seeing as they all had no faith in Jam Republic and now here they are cheering for them. Witnessing how well the video turned out after all their trials and efforts, and how much everyone loved the individual parts really made Y/n feel so much better. It shocked everyone slightly that y/n wasn't showcased or highlighted at all, but they had no problem pointing her out since she still stood out due to her energy.
âOh- Y/n didnât have any highlights?â Redlic commented as the applause died down
âI guess they werenât able to give her something with all the idea changesâŠâ To be completely honest, Y/n didnât want a highlight. When the crew began reworking their choreography and it came to the segment that had featured the youngest dancer, Y/n told Latrice to cut it. She was still not allowed to practice at the time and felt it was unfair to the other dancers and her team.
It actually made Bada feel really bad about herself- because, for the first time since meeting the girl, she was glad y/n wasn't in the spotlight. When the leader realized she was thinking this way it made her feel even worse about the situation, knowing how hard this all was on the younger girl, and she did nothing but make that worse for her. She felt conflicted the entire time watching the video- while she was mostly glad she didnât have to watch Y/n be in the center of attention and was able to avoid accidentally reacting to how pretty she was; Bada was also annoyed that she wasnât showcasing her talents like she normally did. Knowing how skilled the young dancer was, her presence alone probably wouldâve guaranteed Jam Republic a win, so what reason was there for her not to be given her own part?
The other two scores were revealed and the team felt immense pride. However, any relief Y/n was feeling was ripped away just as quickly as it arrived. Daniel announced the 100-point deduction from Kirstenâs score due to them failing to meet the minimum amount of required dancers and y/n felt her stomach drop. The gasp she let out was followed by tears although she managed to push them back- she truly thought she was going to be sick. Y/n had to physically cover her mouth, to avoid letting out a sob or to stop herself from throwing up? She doesnât even know. This poor girl is literally internally losing her shit and having a mental breakdown over the fact that they could lose to deep n dap.
Moments pass as Daniel re-explains the extra concept points that would be rewarded to the crew that executed the outdoor concept better according to the judges. When it was revealed that Jam Republic won the points Y/n burst into tears and covered her face with both hands as her shoulders shook with sobs.Â
âAhhh the babyâ Amy whined in sympathy, pouting along with Redy and Lia
âShe mustâve been so stressedâ Waackxy pouted as she and her teammates nodded
âDONâT CRYYYYYYâ Lusher was the only one from Bebe to shout out to her, the others kind of just side-eyeing her
âWhat? She still deserves comfort⊠sheâs not a bad person, she just did a not good thing⊠I wouldnât even call it a bad thingâ The sub-leader sternly eyed up her teammates, then her leader, already tired of how they were acting.
"she cries too much" Bada was mumbling to herself but made sure to say it loud enough for the girl in front of her to hear. Lusher whipped around and pursed her lips, her nostrils flaring as she forced herself to take deep breaths
"For someone who got into an argument over immaturity, you're acting really childish." the younger of the two whispered calmly, but everyone could feel the rage simmering in her. She turned back around and her face immediately reverted back to one of pride for the pink team.
âY/n, you were extremely ill during the second half of the rehearsal process-â Bada tilted her head, eyebrows furrowing in confusion and concern at Danielâs words. She was sick? Is she okay now?
âHow do you feel that impacted your overall performance?â the host questioned after Kirsten and Emma had finished giving their speeches. The youngest member sniffed and wiped her tears as she was handed the microphone, taking a deep breath before speaking
âWellâŠâ she sighed and felt more tears coming
âIt was extremely difficult for me personally, obviously⊠but I couldnât help but feel like a burden to my teamâŠâ the youngest member let out a sob as she tried to finish her sentence. Audrey rubbed her back, comforting her friend.
âSo I did my best to attentively take notes and help where I could, while actively reviewing the choreography until I was well enough to perfect it on my ownâŠâ Y/n was able to finish more stably after taking a few deep breaths and calming herself down. Daniel nodded and smiled sympathetically before thanking her and moving on.
âWow⊠she taught herself everything in her own time and practiced it less than the others⊠and still looked that good???â NOB cocked her head, genuinely stunned by how dedicated and talented the youngest Jam Republic member was.
After 1 Million and Mannequeenâs videos were both shown and scores were revealed, announcing that 1 Million had taken the win, it was time to move on to the all-gender concept groups. Lady Bounceâs video was shown first, and they scored extremely well, seeing as it was well executed and had a lot of energy. The team had received a generally positive reaction during interim checks and also finished off strong with positive feedback from the judges. Both Bebe's and Y/nâs nerves were beginning to rise.
When it came time for Bebeâs video to play, everyone was interested to see what the team did with the feedback. Since Jam Republic was seemingly able to come back from near-elimination, the other crews were curious to see if Bebe would be able to do the same, or if they would simply take the other teamâs place as the least impressive performance.
Right off the bat, Y/n was already distraught. The amount of partner work really threw her for a loop because it wasnât like that before⊠and she literally thought she was gonna burst into tears again. She knew it was obviously just acting, but the young dancer still hated it and lowkey felt like it was a punishment, even though it clearly wasnât.Â
The entire time, she watched with a heavy heart. It was so good and she couldnât even tell anyone how proud she was of them, especially Bada, so Y/n just there and silently let tears roll down her face the whole time. Her eyes were on Bada as soon as it ended. She of course didnât look her way, but y/n continued to clap as hard as she could, knowing if she were to open her mouth and cheer sheâd probably let out a sob
âIt was just really good⊠Iâm glad it turned out so wellâ she said wiping her tears and putting on a very fake smile trying her hardest to look happy and not utterly heartbroken, knowing how the camera picked up every reaction. Audrey once again patted her friendâs back and gave her a sympathetic smile. When Bebeâs score was shown everyone was shocked to see that it was lower than Lady Bounceâs- not by a ton, but still lower. Y/n felt her heart rate start to pick up, getting nervous at the thought of Bebe losing the whole challenge and ending in the elimination battle.
Bada started her speech well but only got about two words in before feeling a surge of emotions. She quickly recognized the hard work of her team and spoke on how she would continue to improve and grow as a director, before affirming it all with a nod and handing the microphone back over. WolfâLoâs performance followed, and Y/n wasnât shocked at all when she continued to be unimpressed by the groupâs work. However, despite her exhaustion and anxiety, the youngest Jam Republic member was still able to pull out an expressive reaction to the orange team scoring higher than Bebe.
âThatâs fucking ridiculousâŠâ Y/n glared at the screen, unable to hide her distaste. Emma snorted at the girlâs reaction
âGood to see you havenât lost your judgmentâ the older girl teasingly smirked at her teammate who just smiled lightly and shook her head. Daniel moves on to announcing which of the three teams received the bonus points for executing their concept the best. Ladybounce took the win and y/n began to panic more seeing that Bebe came in last out of the three. When they showed the current rankings based on judges' scores, she was relieved Jam Republic wasnât at risk for elimination, seeing Bebe in sixth place had her head spinning. She was really hoping the audience votes would keep her safe and boost Bebe in the ranks as well.
The host began announcing the final ranks for the mission, after adding in audience votes and views. 1 Million placed first, not surprising anyone, since their performance was practically flawless. Jam Republic was called for second place and all six of the members felt the tension leave their bodies, even though their safety was guaranteed by their win. Audrey put her arm around y/n and the girl was able to smile a little bit more at their victory, still not completely present in the moment due to how much of a nervous wreck she was for Bada and her team. Now that Y/n knew she was one hundred percent safe, she shouldâve felt relieved, but no such feeling came.
While the other members debated who tied with Mannequeen for third between Ladybounce and Bebe, y/n just continued to lay with her head on Audreyâs shoulder, totally zoned out. Ladybounce won and the youngest jam member tensed up while applauding, not moving from her teammate's shoulder. When Bebe is announced as fifth it takes y/n a second to come out of her daze, and when she does she sits straight up and feels tears sting her eyes again. Sheâs able to hold them back as she applauds, finally feeling genuine relief knowing that the team is safe.
Bada was handed the mic to give her speech, and much like everyone else who had held the microphone at one point today, she began to tear up. Of course, all the natural stress and anxiety of the challenge and competition as a whole had gotten to her, but everything had hit so much harder since she wasnât able to share any of it with Y/n. The leader felt tears rush faster, no matter how hard she tried to keep them back. After taking a few deep breaths and racing some encouraging pats on the back from her team, Bada was able to speak up
âIâm glad we always scored well in previous missions, but it was a lot of pressure going into this knowing how high the standards were for usâŠâ the tall leader started offÂ
âItâs really all thanks to the members for keeping things going while i wasnât at my best, so thank you. Weâll continue to keep showing great performances.â Bada finished with a firm not and grateful smile, evoking applause from the other teams. Deep n Dap and WolfâLo place in sixth and seventh by default, meaning they are the two teams up for elimination. Daniel announces that both teams are free to go prepare for the battles now and everyone disperses, heading back to their individual hideouts. Jam Republic is one of the last groups to head up to their room, along with Mannequeen, seeing as the two were hyping each otherâs videos up.
âOh shit- I think I left my phone down thereâŠâ Y/n sighed in annoyance after feeling around for her phone and not finding it
âDo you want me to come with you to check?â Emma offered, but the younger just shook her head
âNo, itâs okay. Iâll meet you guys back in the roomâ she replied and the others nodded, then they both parted ways. Y/n went back down to the fight zone area, looking around Jam Republicâs seating for her phone, finally finding it next to the bleachers. As she heads back up and begins going down the hall, someone rounds the corner nearly bumping into her.
âOh- Iâm sorryâ Y/n meekly whispers at the taller blonde, who at first was glaring down at her, but softened her gaze once she realized how terrible the girl looked. Even under all the stage makeup she had on, Y/nâs eyes were slightly sunken in and didnât hold the same sparkle they usually did
âItâs fineâŠâ Tatter somewhat dryly responded. Neither of them moved, both simply staring at each other for moments. The older of the two felt the urge to at least create some small talk between them, also harboring some guilty feelings for being cold toward the Jam Republic member.
âHow have you been?â she crosses her arms and tries to sound relaxed, not wanting the other girl to feel uncomfortable. Y/n didnât really know what to say, as she stood stuttering for a few moments, debating whether or not to answer truthfully
âwell⊠Iâve definitely been betterâ is ultimately what she decides to say. Tatter frowns and her shoulders slump as she sighs
âIâm sorryâŠâ y/n gives her a tight-lipped smile in return, hoping that would be the end, as the whole thing felt incredibly awkward. Yet the older sighed again and continued
âIâm actually sorry for some other things too⊠Iâm sorry for not reaching out to check on you and for being so bitchy. I just saw how distraught Bada was after the whole situation between you two, and I didnât even stop for a moment to think you could be doing worse⊠so Iâm really sorry y/nâ Tatter gently explained with genuine sorrow in her eyes. The other dancer was touched by the apology and a bit taken aback as well
âThank you Tatter⊠I really appreciate it. These last few days have been miserable, especially since fighting with Bada⊠I understand you guys not wanting to talk to me or other things like that because I said some pretty terrible things-â the blonde cut her off with a scoff of a laugh
âYeah well, you definitely werenât the only one⊠Iâd even argue that what Bada said was much worseâ she strongly retorted, causing the younger girl to sigh and look down
âI know⊠but I kinda deserved itâ Y/n quietly replied feeling her throat begin to close up at the memory
âNot really⊠I mean sure- you were being an annoying brat, and maybe a tiny bit selfish in the moment, definitely petty-â the other girl calmly argued
âOkay Tatter, was there a point you were trying to make?â the blonde laughed at her friendâs sarcasm, glad to see the slightest smile on the girlâs face, making it known that she wasnât taking any of it personally
âWhat Iâm trying to say is that even though you were having a rough moment, how Bada dealt with it was absolutely not the right way to go about it. Of course, you were both at fault, but she took it too far.â Tatter finished seriously with a small shake of her head. There was another moment of silence before she began speaking again, shifting the topic slightly
âI bet dealing with this didnât make it any easier for you to get better, huh?â the older asked in regard to Y/n getting sick and having to continue working on the mission while trying to recover
âNo, I actually think itâs part of the reason I got so sick⊠because I was so stressed out over everything already and that was like- my final strawâ The two laughed softly at Y/nâs slightly dramatic statement. Tatter pouts playfully, yet feels genuine heartache for her two friends.
âThings will get better, believe me⊠she misses you, sheâs just so fucking stubbornâ Tatter grimaced at the thought of her hard-headed leader and how sheâs currently refusing to accept her guilt, causing the tiniest saddest smile to show on y/nâs face.
âI should probably get back to my group nowâŠâ the younger softly commented looking down somewhat sadly at her shoes. Tatter hugged her without hesitation and felt Y/n tense up at first, but the short girl quickly relaxed and wrapped her arms around the other in return. They said their goodbyes and right as the blonde watched Y/n turn the corner, she felt a tap on her shoulder and whipped around to see her own teammate.
âwhat took you so long?â Lusher questioned staring down at the still-empty water bottle the girl said she was going to fill up about 15 minutes ago. Tatter hesitated for a second before deciding it was better to just be honest
â...I was talking to Y/nâ she watched as her older teammateâs eyes lit up slightly
âOh? About?â Lusher curiously and somewhat suspiciously inquired, hoping it would be something good and not about how Tatter decided to beat the shit out of the other girl
âNothing really, just checking in on herâŠâ the two continued their conversation as they finally began heading back towards their hideout
âOh, so youâre finally done glaring at her? Good!â the blonde laughed rolling her eyes at the older girlâs sarcasm
âYeah⊠I apologized for being bitchy and then we talked a bit about how stressed she was and how it didnât help when she got sickâŠâ Lusher visibly relaxed at the younger dancer's truthful retelling of the conversation, feeling a bit more at peace knowing she wasnât alone anymore in the âgetting Bada to stop hating Y/nâ battle
âI still canât believe she got so worked up and stressed that she ended up in the hospitalâ Lusher nonchalantly replied, stopping Tatter in her tracks
âWhat??â the blonde exasperated, stuck a few steps behind behind the older dancer. Lusher looked around, confused for a moment until she remembered that she was the only one who knew
âOh yeah, Y/n wound up in the hospital almost as soon as they got back to New Zealand. The doctors said she was so overworked and anxious that it was making her physically ill- thatâs why she wasnât allowed to practice or even be in the rehearsal space at timeâ Lusher briefly explained the whole situation to her teammate, who stood there with her jaw dropped
âHow did you even find this out??â Tatter questioned, still baffled. Lusherâs face went from calm to somewhat guilty for a second
âWell⊠I had been trying to get in contact with Y/n to see how she was doing, but she wasnât responding to any of my calls or texts. So I texted Latrice and she explained what was going on, and also made me aware that by texting her, I was lowkey stressing Y/n out moreâŠâ she finished with an embarrassed smile, knowing that she and Y/n were okay now and that she didnât have to feel guilty about it anymore. Tatter scoffed in amusement, shaking her head as they both finally entered their teamâs room.
âIt took you two long enough!â
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After everyone had been given a break while Deep n Dap and WolfâLo prepared for their elimination battles, they all gathered in the arena for the show. The bright lights and cheers from the audience amped up the energy and had all the other teams extra hyped.Â
The first battle was the âhidden battleâ, where both teams went head to head as a whole group. Y/n wasnât expecting more than what sheâd usually seen from both groups, but itâs safe to say she was blown away by Deep n Dapâs performance. The song choice and usage of nunchucks really had her getting hyped up, and her normal, energetic self slowly coming back.
The battle to follow was between Chocol and Locker Zee. The young Jam Republic member was fired up, which meant some interesting comments were bound to leave her mouth before passing through her brain
âBruh itâs so annoying how theyâre suddenly so good⊠like- they were good before but this is AMAZINGâŠâ Her entire team side-eyed her, Kirsten and Latrice worried about the show airing what she just said, fearing she could get canceled; the other half trying not to laugh but internally agreed. When the third battle is about to begin and mini walks out and takes off her over shirt showing off her pink jersey, y/n gets excited and points with a smile, since the two are both pink lovers, of course causing her team to smile at her in endearment. When JJ walks out and does the same, y/n starts dying laughing, clapping her hands in amusement along with the rest of her crew. Once the battle starts Mini is the first to dance
âSheâs like- actually scaryâ Y/n jokes around and hides behind Audrey, who laughs and continues to smile just because sheâs happy her friend is able to joke around again. The fourth battle was the 5 on 5 and y/n was beginning to get tired of how good both teams were. It felt like things were never going to end, and she was honestly thinking neither team deserved to go home at this point. The fifth battle was another one-on-one with Baby Sleek and Locker Zee, which resulted in another win for WolfâLo, bringing the score to 3:2 in favor of WolfâLo.
For once, Y/n actually found herself rooting for Deep n Dap, probably because she couldnât stand WolfâLo just as much, or possibly even worse. The sixth battle began, and it was between a duo from each team. Yeni Cho and Haechi came out for the orange team, while JJ and Locker Zee both came out for the green team. Y/n was once again bored by the older teamâs presentation, genuinely excited to see what the Deep n Dap duo was about to whip up.Â
When their music started and everyone recognized it was Michael Jackson, the energy in the room somehow increased even more. JJ and Locker Zee put on a flawless performance, executing each hit and accent perfectly, making sure to connect with each other and the audience.Â
âBRO WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?????â âI DONâT KNOW BUT I NEED MORE OF ITâ Audrey and Y/n are literally losing their shit while watching the performance, absolutely obsessed with the duo, hoping to see more of them in the future. As JJ and Locker Zee took the win, it tied up the score once again, bringing them to the final round, which ended up being between the two leaders. This was a battle Y/n was extremely curious about, already not a fan of Haloâs specific style and also aware of Mina Myoungâs incapability to freestyle. But when the music started, she was pleasantly surprisedÂ
âWHAT THE FUCK WHY IS SHE EATING?????â Y/n is so baffled by Mina Myoungâs sudden ability to freestyle efficiently. Y/n stood there, fully back to her normal self (at least for the time being) holding onto her hair with her jaw dropped. To her, the improvement (call it that or desperation) was sickening- it was such a pleasant change that Y/n felt Mina deserved the win just for that alone.
However, the win goes to Halo, giving WolfâLo the overall gain of staying in the competition, meaning Deep n Dap was the next team to be eliminated. Itâs a bit hard to watch, knowing they truly did try their best. Y/n was doing surprisingly well with not crying- well⊠until Mina started talking. The leader began her speech and the Jam Republic member was able to avoid tears until Mina brought up how she felt she was able to move on from 1 Million. After that, it was like the floodgates opened up. Donât ask her why, but Y/n took that shit personally, like a shot straight to the heart. Especially when the Deep n Dap leader mentioned her relationship with Lia Kim, y/n felt her ache for them.
As all teams say their goodbyes to Deep and Dap and said team leaves the studio, filming ends for the day. Everyone is either standing around mingling or heading back to their own hideouts. Jam Republic continues their conversation with Mannequeen when Lusher comes bounding over and wraps her arms around y/n congratulating her, nearly scaring the life out of the small girl. When the younger turns around to see who it is, she once again bursts into tears and clings to her. Lusher feels her heart break even more for her friend yet canât help but giggle softly at how cute the reaction was. Poor y/n was so scared that Lusher hated her too and it brought her the slightest bit of relief knowing that she didn't
Bada watched from where the rest of team Bebe sat in their designated spot, not even trying to hide her irritation at the situation. She was feeling a mix of annoyance (at both y/n and lusher) and watching the interaction once again sent a wave of guilt rushing through her.
"Ya know you can go congratulate her tooâŠ" Tatter spoke up from behind the leader. Bada looked over her shoulder at the blonde and scoffed, but it held no malice- she just sounded exhausted
"And why would I go do that?" the team leader looks over her shoulder with a cold stare and a slight look of disgust at the idea
"well for starters so you can stop getting into arguments with your own teammates-" She did have a point⊠Bada had been much more irritable since the argument, causing a lot of their practice time to be even more strictly ran
"and two, so you can stop making both her and yourself miserable" Ouch Tatter. Ouch.
âWerenât you just glaring at her too when we walked in?â Bada rolled her eyes and pouted childishly crossing her arms, causing the other girl to snort and respond
âYeah, but I talked to her in the hallway⊠she was in the hospital you know-â Tatter responded as if it were common knowledge or a quick throwaway fact about the girl
âWhat???â the leaderâs eyes widened and she uncrossed her arms leaning forward to make sure she heard the girl correctly
âYeah⊠got so worked up and anxious over everything she made herself sick apparentlyâ Tatter shrugged, not having all the proper information. Bada sighed and rolled her eyes
âSeriously? Whereâd you even hear this from?â she pinched the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes, now fully recognizing and admitting to the guilt sheâd been suppressing. Tatter hesitated for a second, debating whether or not to mention her small conversation with the girl they were talking about, ultimately deciding not to.
âLusherâ the blonde gave away her source matter-of-factly. Of course, she heard it from Lusher. Bada was beginning to think if she hadnât made a move on Y/n first, Lusher wouldâve easily swooped in and done so. But now that she and Y/n were fighting, did that mean Bada could potentially lose her to the other girl? Lusher was attentive and understanding, closer to Y/nâs age, and had been the first of team Bebe to interact with Y/n⊠plus she had been in contact with her after the whole incident. The leader tried not to worry about the irrational possibility of her own teammate stealing the girl she was pining after away from her⊠but it was still a lingering thought nonetheless.
notes: i needed this chapter to be as long as it was just so you guys didn't have to suffer as much in the next chapterđ«¶
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Icarus Part 21
Hey guys!! The story is starting ramp up to the finish line! I hope you guys are still enjoying it as much I enjoyed writing it.
In this we have Steve taking back his agency, Eddie and Jeff having a little chat and Abbadon leaning on his friends.
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As soon as Abbadon grabbed the mic, the audience knew they were going to be in for a ride.
âLas Vegas!â he roared to the crowd, who roared back. âThere seems to be some confusion about how naughty I got with Eddie Munson in Denver.â
The crowd went wild, screaming and jumping up and down.
âI never do anything without prior consent,â he grinned. âIâm a gentleman, until you tell me you want it otherwise.â He winked and the crowd screamed back. âIâm not saying Iâm coming for Asmodeusâs job,â Abbadon said, draping himself over his guitaristâs shoulders, âbut Iâm no innocent. I donât need protection.â He walked across the stage to Astraeus. âIâve always been affectionate. But I think itâs time to be put the rumors to bed.â
âOooooohhhhhh!â Asmodeus and Astraeus shouted and got the crowd to say it with them. Once they were loud enough, Azrael started rapidly tapping his drums to further build up tension.
Just when Abbadon was sure the tension couldnât stretch much further he said, âIâm not a slut. Iâm the slut!â The throng of people roared back. âAnd Iâm not going to hide who I am to make myself palpable to people Iâve never met or no longer have any connection to me. I am Abbadon! I AM THE FALLEN!â
Waiting in the wings was Jeff and Eddie. They had gathered to watch Steve do this in person instead of watching it live in the green room.
Jeff cocked his head to the side and clicked his tongue. âWhatever else you think of Abbadon and the rest of the band, you have to admit the man has charisma.â
Eddie pressed his lips together and nodded. He was proud of Steve. Of course he was, but it did sting a little that it took Shane to get him to talk about it. Not him, Not Robin. Hell, not even Simon, whom Eddie thought was unhealthily close to Steve. Shane. Of all the band members, Shane had the least in common with Steve. Spence had the EMT thing, Simon, the upper class upbringing. Other than them liking metal, they couldnât be further apart then if God planned it that way.
Shane came from a middle class liberal family with an older sister he was close with. Hell, he even still talked to his parents while Steve definitely did not. He was a giant nerd who loved history and myths. Steve struggled in school and only made it out alive because he was on three sports teams and captains of two of them. Shane even slept around to Steveâs search for âthe one.â Which Eddie really, really hoped was him.
But maybe that was it. Maybe the reason Shane could get through to Steve was because they didnât have much in common. Maybe their connection were their differences. That they were friends in spite of the gap between them.
Eddie almost wanted to get Steve into therapy like Gareth was. Because even though it always seemed to him that Gareth was one drink away from destruction these days, the therapy did appear to be working.
Steve could really use something like that.
They watched the set a little bit longer.
âAre you sure youâre okay with Abbadon flirting with Gareth?â Jeff asked.
Eddie blinked for a moment wondering where the comment was coming from. Because, sure, Gareth had talked non-stop about Abbadon being his favorite member, even going as far as to tattoo Abbadonâs mask on his left bicep. But Gareth didnât seem interested in Abbadon as a person.
And it wasnât like Steve was really interested in him that way before or after becoming a rockstar.
âGareth and Abbadon both say itâs fine,â he murmured after a moment or two. âAnd I trust Abbadon.â
Jeff hummed thoughtfully. âYeah okay. So this time itâs not going to be the duet?â
âNo, I donât want a repeat of last time. Abbadon is going to be taking the lead vocals on âMight as Well Flyâ, I think heâll lend a haunting quality to it.â
Jeff pursed his lips. Steve definitely had the pipes for it, but it wasnât the song out of their discography that he would have chosen for Abbadon to shred.
Eddie huffed beside him and crossed his arms in front of him. âLet me guess, you have other ideas?â
âCan Abbadon play guitar?â Jeff asked rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
Eddie shrugged. âI mean, I guess. Heâs like able to play piano, violin, and guitar. Can he play the song youâre thinking of is the real question.â
Jeff turned to him with a grin. âOh, if I know our friend as well as I think I do, he knows it.â
Eddie frowned at him and cocked his head to the side. âWhich one?â
Jeff told him and Eddie rubbed his lips, skeptical. It was a good song. Harder than âMight as Well Flyâ and faster too. It had an extra guitar to it because it originally featured a famous guitarist. But it was also the lead guitar on that song.
âDo you really think he can do it?â he asked, licking his upper lip slowly.
Jeff scoffed, âWhy? Do you think he canât?â Eddie just shrugged. âBecause holy hell, dude, I was talking to Asmodeus and he was telling me they formed their band over their love of our music. Iâm betting if you asked Abbadon he could list his favorite albums alphabetically, chronologically, or which one is best musically. Even before you guys got together, before their band, before we even got a record deal, heâs been your number one fan. And heâs got the chops for it. You know he does.â
Eddie looked around to make sure no one had heard Jeffâs impassioned speech. He ducked his head. âHave Abbadon meet us before we go on to discuss the change while they setup our equipment.â
Jeff grinned and licked his lips. âYou wonât regret this. And neither will they.â He jutted his chin out at the roaring crowd.
And yeah, Eddie knew he was being ridiculous about the song. He was trying to play this safe, but Steve didnât need safe right now. He needed to take back his agency and Eddie knew that this song? It was fucking perfect for Steve. They would be able to feed off the roar of the crowd and give Steve a chance to really show them how good he is.
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Steve loved the idea of the change in song. Donât get him wrong, he loved âMight as Well Flyâ. It just wasnât the vibe he was trying to send today. Steve already was flying. Now he was raging at the people who were trying to clip his wings. And fuck them.
It meant that he couldnât start on Garethâs lap, but that was okay. This was going to be better. A hell of a lot better.
He pulled on his Corroded Coffin logo lined coat and swapped his mask for the lighter everyday one. He was going to need the extra movement for these vocals. He started in the middle again, this time in front of Corroded Coffin instead of between them.
âHey, Las Vegas!â Eddie cried. âYou bitches ready to rock?â
The crowd screamed back and Eddie laughed. âWeâve got a treat for you tonight!â The crowd screamed even louder. âWe donât usually play âNightmare Killerâ because we donât have that third guitarist.â
The audience went wild, screaming and whistling and stomping their feet in excitement.
âWe asked Asmodeus,â Eddie continued. âBut heâs too cool for us!â The crowd made teasing booing noises and oohhed. âBut thatâs okay, we found someone else willing to play.â
The room fell to a hush as Abbadonâs spotlight came on. There was some uneasy wrestling from the audience as he stood with his ear mic and white guitar. Something that eagle-eyed fans would know about Eddie and Jeff was that they didnât own a white guitar. And all The Fallen fans knew that all of Asmodeusâs guitars were red and vaguely devil themed. This wasnât his either. This was clearly Abbadonâs.
Abbadon began the opening riff and the crowd took a massive intake of breath as he sailed perfectly through the chunky bits of the original artistâs style. Then he began to sing, the haunting quality of his voice filling in the gaps of the silence that seemed to stretch on from the audience.
Eddie didnât even bother trying to hold back the look of admiration on his face as he joined Abbadon for the chorus. Their vocals mixing beautifully to the backdrop of a hell beast looking for more from life than the violence it was weaned on.
Throughout the song the only sounds from the crowd were clapping in time to the beat. Eddie had never seen anything like at their concerts before. It was like there was this reverence for what was happening on stage.
Abbadon ate it up and played it up as he enticed the members of Corroded Coffin to him. Each of the members resisted. Then Abbadon handed his guitar off to a roadie and climbed the stairs to the platform that Gareth was on. He straddled Garethâs lap and drumming cut out as his bandmates played on. From behind it looked like they were kissing, but with Abbadonâs mic off they were making fun of each other. Then suddenly he whirled on Garethâs lap and hit the drums right on the last note with a crash.
Then in an instant the crowd thundered to life, cheering and stomping and clapping.
Abbadon blew Gareth a kiss and leapt off the platform to take his bows. The flutter of the coat revealing the Corroded Coffin logo again and the crowd screamed even louder. He blew kisses to the crowd and continued to bow. Eddie whistled loudly and Abbadon laughed.
Eddie grabbed the microphone. âAbbadon everyone! One very talented son of bitch! Another round of applause everyone!â
The crowd continued to go wild. Abbadon let out a whoop and jumped up and down, laughing. It was exhilarating, everyone just feeding the energy back to Abbadon and just feeling high off that. Eddie and Jeff shared a glance and Jeff winked. Eddie shook his head. Because yeah, Jeff won that bet.
Abbadon waved goodbye and walked off the stage. Once he was out of view of the audience Hopper swooped in and immediately threw a cool, damp towel over his head and Steve nearly sank to his knees in relief. Because try as they might, the hoods were still fucking hot. Hopper lead him to the dressing room where the rests of The Fallen were waiting.
As soon as the door closed tightly behind Abbadon, Steve pushed back the hood and ripped off the mask. His hair was wet and sweat clung to his face and neck. He let himself sink slowly into the soft cushions of the sofa and laid his head back.
A bottled water was being pushed into his hand and an ice pack was placed on his brow. He let out a small shuddering breath. He opened the water and dumped half of it on his face and the rest into his mouth.
âThanks, guys,â Steve muttered, his eyes fluttering shut. âHow did I look out there?â
Simon huffed a little a laugh. âLike fucking rock god.â
âIâm with Simon,â Spence said. âIt wonât silence the naysayers but itâll drown them out which is even better.â
Steve laughed. âFuck that was so much fun. Gareth called me a queen. So I called him a bitch. I honestly donât know if he likes Abbadon more now, or less!â
âConsidering how little time you had to prepare,â Shane said, sprawled over an armchair instead of on the floor for a change, âI say you kicked ass. Youâre going to get people saying you werenât really playing but, they can suck your dick!â
Steve lifted his head, the ice pack sliding into his hand. âI hate doing this without you guys, though,â he admitted. âBut as Shane pointed out, Iâm already super affectionate with you already and short of French kissing Simon, they arenât going to believe shit.â
âNothing against you, Steve,â Simon said with a wince, âbut I really donât want your tongue down my throat.â
Shane raised his hand. âI volunteer! I volunteer!â
They all laughed. Then Robin as Celeste slipped in and sat next to Steve. She grabbed the ice pack and pressed it to the back of her neck. They all waited as she let her defenses slowly come down. She pulled off the wig and tossed it Spence who caught it deftly.
âVickie has been working tirelessly tonight to keep an eye on social media,â Robin began, âshe even has two of her assistants watching all the accounts, constantly refreshing.â
Steve turned on the couch to face her. âAnd what are they saying?â
Simon and Spence immediately moved over to her to sit on either side of her and Steve. Shane sprawled over the back like some Renaissance painting. He rustled her hair and she huffed out a laugh.
âYouâre getting the trolls from both fans shit talking about how Abbadon is better than Corroded Coffin and should have turned them down like Asmodeus,â she continued, pausing only for Simonâs huff of laughter. âThe Corroded Coffin fans were whining about how Abbadonâs vocals ruined the song and that he probably faking the guitar playing for the views.â
âIâd like to see them fake that bridge,â Steve scoffed. âItâs insane.â
Simon nodded. âI donât think I could do it.â He snapped his fingers. âThatâs what Iâll do. Iâll post a Tiktok of me trying to play it.â
âWait!â Spence said. âHave Steve do it first, showing a close up of the hands dancing on the frets. Then you stitch it with your version. That should kick them in the ass.â
Steve and Simon fist bumped each other. âHell yeah!â
âBut the rest of the tweets and shit coming in is overwhelmingly positive,â Robin finished. âSo that Tiktok should silence the Corroded Coffin fans.â
When Simon did his stitch of Steveâs video he made sure to admonish their fans about thinking whoâs better than who. He was friends with the boys in CC and the being âtoo coolâ was a fucking joke.
Then Eddie did a stitch of both of their videos and showed them again how complicated the riff was for Abbadon to play by playing it himself. Abbadon and Asmodeusâs videos racked up a lot of views and shares, but Eddieâs really did the numbers. It blew up and completely overshadowed all the haters.
Steve made sure to thank Eddie for that later in the privacy of Eddieâs hotel room.
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Better Boyfriend than Him (18+) pt. 6
Jessie Fleming x Reader
Read the previous parts here
Warnings: SMUT (18+), fingering (r giving), oral (r giving), tit sucking, cursing, non-sexual nudity
WC: 5.6k
A/N: this is the end folks :) thank you to all of you who interacted with any part of this series or sent me suggestions I really appreciate it đ«¶
It had been 5 weeks since you and Jessie officially became girlfriends and 5 weeks from the day Jessie had asked to join you in the shower.
âCan I join you?â You looked back and Jessie was still sitting on the bed that the two of you had just messed up. Despite fucking you Jessie was still completely clothed as well. Her eyes met yours for a moment before she looked down to the floor.
âOnly if thatâs what you want. You donât have to just because I asked when Iâd be able to touch you.â You didnât want her putting herself in vulnerable positions just trying to please you.
âI want to.â She pulled the blanket off from her waist and moved out of the bed toward you.
You started the water and got out a second towel for Jessie. You could feel your heart racing. A new feeling of nerves and excitement racing through your body.
âI can get in first, if you want to just come in when youâre ready, or I can wait. Up to you.â Maybe she was comfortable with the idea of showering but not the idea of stripping off her clothes in front of you yet. You looked at her and she leaned against the counter, hands crossed against her chest.
âYeah go ahead, I might be a minute.â You could tell by her voice she was uncertain in what was happening. You stick your hand into the shower, turning the heat up a little more before walking across the cold bathroom tile to place a kiss to Jessieâs lips.
You grab her hands as you pull away, holding them firmly in your own. âYou donât have to do this if you donât want to.â Looking into her eyes as you talk to her. âI want you to be comfortable, whatever that means to you is okay with me Jessie.â
She just nods and when you squeeze her hands she returns the gesture. You let go and walk back, opening the shower door and stepping in. The shower door was glass but fogged. You could make out the shape of Jessie against the counter through it but not actually see what she was doing.
You moved under the water letting it run down your face, your hands coming up to wipe your eyes before you get your hair under the water. You shampoo your hair, rinse it and put in conditioner. You grab the body soap and give a glance back through the fogged door. Jessie hadnât moved.
âYou okay out there?â Having to slightly yell over the sound of the loud shower head.
You hear her clear her throat. âYeah Iâm good.â Her voice sounds shaky. Deciding not to press, you try and change the subject.
âWhat do you want for lunch? Iâm not sure what I have in the fridge so we might need to run to the store to make a real meal but Iâm thinking maybe burgers or we could do chicken, we could do pasta,â you start throwing out any meal ideas to her. âMaybe we could just have salads that one with the shrimp you like,â
âPlease stop.â Her voice comes from over the shower. âI know what youâre trying to do.â
âIâm just trying to figure out what weâre going to eat.â Acting innocent, you try to sound normal.
âNo youâre trying to distract me. I appreciate it but if you always just distract me, Iâll never get any further than where I am.â
âSorry.â You really had meant well, trying to get her mind off the stress and anxiety you could feel she was having. You finished rinsing your body and started to rinse out the conditioner. You turn for a minute, facing away from the door. Thatâs when you hear it open, and you can sense Jessie now standing behind you in the shower.
âHi.â Her voice is still shaky, quieter now that she doesnât have to yell through the shower door.
âHi babe.â You stay facing away from her, you werenât sure if she wanted you to turn around or if just she wanted to be in your presence without your gaze for the first time. Itâs quiet for a minute, you donât move, having already rinsed your conditioner out youâre just standing under the water, facing the wall.
âUm, Iâm done in the shower, do you want me to leave so you can shower? I can stay or go, whatever you want.â
âStay. Please.â
âCan I turn around?â You had to turn around at some point, even if it was to just leave the shower. You hear her take a deep breath behind you.
âYeah, you can.â
You move slowly, giving her enough time to stop you or change her mind or even run out of the shower. But she doesnât and when you turn youâre met face to face with your red cheeked girlfriend. You donât dare let your eyes drop, youâre practically staring at her eyebrows instead of her eyes, not wanting to look at her and make her uncomfortable. You can tell sheâs got her arms across her chest, holding her breasts tight against herself.
âHi Jess.â She doesnât respond just giving you a weak smile.
âStop staring at my forehead, it's weird.â
âSorry.â You make an effort to look down at her eyes.
âHere let me move.â You start to shuffle to one side of the shower. âYou can get in the water.â She passes by you, her skin gently grazing against you and it leaves you with goosebumps.
Your turn facing her again, sheâs facing you. Her eyes move all over, yours stay glued to her face.
âWant me to wash your hair?â You offer, it was something simple but you thought it might help given that she had yet to take her arms away from her chest, making it hard for her to wash her own hair.
âYeah that would be nice.â She finishes getting her hair soaking wet. She then turns her back to you. You each a hand over her shoulder putting out your palm.
âShampoo please.â Jessie removed one hand from her chest, grabbing the bottle and squeezing a dollop into your hand. âThank you. Iâm gonna touch your hair.â You donât know if she wanted the warning but you figured it was the polite thing to do.
âOkay.â
You lather some of the shampoo in your hands, the smell of it filling the shower. You place your hands gently on her head. Starting with gently working your hands through her hair. She tilts her head back letting you reach the front of her scalp. As you work your hands down toward the base of her neck you feel Jessieâs neck and head relax, putting its weight into your hands. She lets out a soft groan as you work your nails harder into the base of her scalp.
âGood?â You say to her.
âYeah, this is really nice.â You keep scratching at her skull, mixing between soft and harsh movements. Youâre looking at the back of her head, barely touching her but you canât help but think this is the most intimate experience of your life. Here you were, both naked, but with no sexual intentions in mind, you were providing her a simple task and yet it made you feel so close to her.
âConditioner?â You remove a hand from where it was tangled within her hair and you place it again over her shoulder palm out. Jessie repeats her actions grabbing the bottle and squeezing the conditioner into your hand. You spread it and run your fingers through her hair.
You remove your hands from her, placing them back at your side. Unsure of what to do while she let the conditioner sit. You both just stood, only the sound of the running water filling the bathroom.
âDo you mind stepping out so I can wash my body? Iâm sorry, Iâm just not,â
âOf course babe. Donât apologize.â You donât even let her finish apologizing. You open the shower door, stepping out onto the bath rug. âA clean towel for you is on the hook.â
âThank you.â You can see her silhouette moving around in the shower. You give her one last look before you move into the bedroom, closing the bathroom door behind you not wanting to be waiting in the bathroom when she gets out. You stood in your bedroom, pulling out two pairs of sweatpants, two sleep shirts, and two hoodies. The water stops running in the bathroom. Jessie opens the door, peering around it.
âHi!â You were in love, nope not in love you hadnât even been dating a whole 24 hours, you were smitten, with the way she always gave you a sweet âhiâ when she was shy.
âI got you clothes.â You point at the obvious pile of clothing you had gotten out.
âThank you for giving me privacy earlier.â
âThank you for asking for it. Iâm proud of you for taking that step today, Iâm sure it was scary. Iâm really proud of you Jessie.â You kiss her temple.
You drop your towel, grabbing from the clothes laid out on the bed. You slip on panties followed by sweatpants and a shirt. You then turn around, facing away from Jessie giving her the privacy to get dressed. You hear her move behind you, when sheâs dressed you feel her arms wrap tightly around your waist.
âThank you.â
You had progressively seen more and more of Jessieâs body over the 5 weeks. First it was in the shower, she then started joining you more and more frequently especially after the two of you would have sex. She progressively started to remove her hands from her body, you kept your eyes up, but you could tell she was getting more comfortable. She would wash her body in front of you, though you still kept your eyes nearly to the ceiling . You no longer left to let her finish in private, she didnât ask you to leave.
Next she had started changing in the room with you, not giving you warning. The first time she did it you nearly panicked, but then realized making it a deal would be worse so you acted as if nothing happened as she changed into her pajamas.
When you had sex she still kept on her bra and underwear but she let your hands roam over her more and more. Quick touches to her waist, then to her thighs, eventually she allowed you to have your hands on her ass squeezing and grabbing while you made out. You could tell she was trying and that was all you needed. With every milestone you felt so proud of her.
And then she flashed you, and you nearly fell over. This was 3 days ago and you couldnât get the image out of your head. Jessie had called you into her bedroom from where you were sitting in the living room. When you entered the room you saw the look on her face, a smirk as she stared at you across the room. It was a look that told you she was up to something.
âWhat did you do?â You questioned Jessie
âNothing but I have to show you something.â
âOkay?â
She just smiled at you before shouting âLook!â, and she grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it up, exposing her chest to you.
Your eyes fell to her chest and your jaw dropped, before you could register that you were staring at her boobs, her shirt was back down, covering them up.
âIâm going to make popcorn.â She says as she walks past you back to the kitchen. You were absolutely shocked at what had just happened. An overwhelming feeling came over you, a mixture of happiness, pride, and being incredibly turned on all washed over you. You werenât super proud of being turned on, knowing you should be more happy about her milestone but it was your girlfriend's boobs that you had just seen fully for the first time. You take a deep breath before following her to where she was standing in the kitchen.
âWhat just happened in there?â
She just shrugs as she looks at the microwave. âJust felt like it.â
You walk up behind her giving her a tight hug around her waist and placing your chin on her shoulder. You place quick kisses to her neck. âIâm proud of you, as always.â
âDid you like them?â She turns a big smile on her face as she asks.
âThey were,â your mind goes blank as you think about the image of your grinning girlfriend holding up her shirt, âso good, really Jess, like those,â you tilt your head in the direction of her chest. âThose are perfect.â
âThanks, grew them myself.â
âWhat the fuck babe.â You laugh at her comment.
Now it was 3 days later, the two of you were sitting on Jessieâs couch, sharing a bag of chips as you worked on chemistry homework.
âCan I tell you something?â Jessie said tapping her pen rapidly against the table, feeling anxious.
âAlways.â You stop the problem youâre working on to give her your attention.
âI think Iâm ready.â She waits looking at you.
âFor?â When she leaves you hanging you have to nag.
She lifts an eyebrow suggestively at you, when you donât get the hint she fills in the blank. âSex.â
âOh!â You realize what sheâs implying. âOkay, are you sure?â
She nods. âMaybe tonight?â She has a small red flush to her cheeks.
You lean over to give her a kiss âWhenever youâre ready.â
It was later that night, you had gone home for a few hours and returned to Jessieâs for the evening. Upon walking through the door the Canadian had her lips on yours hard, indicating she was still up for what she had suggested earlier that day.
You kiss Jessieâs soft, plump lips for a minute before you pull back from her, pushing her off with your hands on her chest.
âIf you want to stop just say something, stop, wait, no, anything Iâll stop what Iâm doing. If you donât want to say something but need me to stop just tap me three times in a row.â You grab her arm to show her what you mean, tapping her gently. It wasnât something the two of you had used before but you had done some research on how to make this experience comfortable and read that verbal noâs can be sometimes difficult and itâs good to have another option. The article had recommended the three taps and you figured you could offer it.
âOkay.â
âPromise youâll stop me if I make you uncomfortable or you change your mind or if you just donât want to?â You hold out your pinky to her, she links hers with yours.
âI promise.â With that you grabbed her hand, pulling her gently down the hallway toward her bedroom.
You kissed her, holding her tightly to you as you stood in her bedroom.
âCan I take your shirt off?â
âYeah babe.â You had taken her shirt off numerous times, but you always asked anyway. Your hands found the hem of her shirt and Jessie lifted her arms above her head. You slowly lifted her shirt, letting it fall to the floor.
âAre you okay if I move us to the bed?â
âYes.â
You bend down, picking her up and moving to the bed. You set her down so she is sitting on the side of it and youâre standing between her thighs on the ground. Still taking it slow you just make out for a couple of minutes. You let your tongue softly meet hers. Your hands are on her waist, gripping her tightly, your fingernails probably leaving small indents in her skin. Her hands are on your face, one on each cheek, pulling you into her.
You kiss her until she pulls back. âAs much as I enjoy making out with you, can we pick up the pace here?â
You nod rapidly at her and release your hands from her waist. She moves herself up the bed, resting her head back on the pillows. You follow her, crawling to place yourself above her, your legs between hers. She wraps her thighs around your waist. Leaning in, you start kissing her again, Jessieâs fingers start to play with your waistband under your shirt, she knew you loved the soft traces of your waist she would tease you with.
âShirt off?â She pulls back from your lips and asks.
âPlease.â Helping her, you both take your shirt off. When you move back her hands come to your covered chest, squeezing your tits through your bra. You move your head toward the crevice of her neck, kissing down the side. When your lips meet her collarbone she lets out a breathy moan.
âThat feels good.â Her hand comes up to grab the back of your head, keeping you in the spot she liked. You listened, kissing, licking, and gently sucking at that spot before giving the same treatment to the other side of her neck. You move down further, kissing what skin of Jessieâs tits was above her bra. Your hands come up, finding the elastic at the bottom of her bra.
âYou can take it off.â She tells you before you even have the chance to ask. As Jessie sits up you gently place the tips of your fingers under the band, giving Jessie another look, she nods and you pull her bra over her head and arms. Before you look at or even touch her chest you smile at her and place a kiss on her cheeks.
âCan I touch them?â
âYes baby, use your mouth too.â Youâre a little shocked by her forwardness. You follow her instructions. Sitting back you take in the sight, your beautiful girlfriend laying under you, shirtless for the very first time. Your eyes move from one breast to the other, taking in her skin. Moving you gently cup your hands around her chest, giving both a soft squeeze before leaning down to connect your lips to her collarbone again.
You leave a path of kisses all the way down until you lips find her nipple. You pause before putting your lips on it and glance up to see her watching you intensely.
âAre you okay?â
âYeah, Iâm good. You can put your lips there.â She looks down to the nipple you had avoided kissing. You once again happily follow Jessieâs request, placing your lips around her nipple. You let your tongue swirl around it, softly sucking it into your mouth. Another moan falls from Jessieâs lips. âFuck babe, thatâs good.â
You continue giving her right nipple the same attention until you hear Jessie again.
âBabe?â You release her chest from your lips with a pop.
âWhat? Are you okay?â
âYeah, it was getting a little sensitive. Can you move to the other one?â
âOf course, thank you for telling me.â You smile and drop your head back to focus on her left breast. Giving it the same treatment only this time for less time. Jessie is gripping the back of your head, pushing you into her chest harder. Your hands start to wander down, finding the waistband of her pants, letting your fingers just barely dip under them.
You let your lips move off her nipple.
âPants?â
âOff please.â She answers. Your hands come to the tie on her pants and undo them.
âAre you still okay? We can stop anytime you want.â
âI know babe, Iâm good, really good. I promise. Iâll tell you.â Your hands dip into Jessieâs waistband and pull her sweats down and off her legs, you crawl back up letting Jessieâs legs wrap around you once again. One of your hands finds her thigh, gently scratching up and down, the other holding your body above hers.
Kissing her again, still soft but with more intention than you had before. It was setting in that you were finally having this moment with Jessie. Making out with her gave you a second to clear your mind, you relaxed a bit, feeling that you were previously on edge, so caught up in making this a bad experience for Jessie. But the more you two moved together, those nerves faded.
Jessieâs hips gently thrusting upward has you pulling away from her lips. You raise your eyebrows at her, glancing at where her hips had been moving and then back up to her face.
âCan you touch me please?â Itâs really a simple request but it had so much meaning behind it.
âYes baby. Do you want your boxers off or?â
âYeah, take them off.â Leaning in for one sweet kiss, your lips find hers. You move down, kneeling between Jessieâs legs, your hands resting on her waist where the top of her boxers were.
âGood?â You feel the need to give her another check in.
âGood.â
You slowly move her boxers down her legs, she tuck her legs slightly to bring her feet together so you could slip them all the way up. She doesnât spread her legs back on the sides of you once you have her underwear off. You donât throw the boxers, just placing them on the bed so that if she wanted them back she could have them almost immediately.
You could tell she was nervous now. Her bottom lip being chewed on by her teeth, her hands picking as her skin, her eyes not meeting yours like they had up until now.
âTell me what you need.â
âJust a minute, I think.â She says quietly.
You watch her continue to stare at the wall behind you. You keep your eyes watching her face. She takes a few deep breaths, then straightens out her legs, one coming on to either side of where you sat. The hormones in you tell you to look, but the girlfriend in you instead leans over to her, placing yet another reassuring kiss to her lips.
âWhat do you want me to do?â You didnât want to make the call on using your hands or your mouth without asking.
âUh.â You watch as Jessie just looks at you, âyour fingers, maybe, just on my clit.â She blushes a bit when she says it, her eyes darting away for a second.
You nod and start to move your hand down until you feel her slit. You gently push her legs open, glancing down to see what you were doing. Finally seeing your girlfriend fully naked in front of you. It takes your breath away for a second, maybe it was silly to other people the thought of seeing someone naked being such a big deal but seeing Jessie in such a private way caused a wave of affection and lust to flow through your body.
Once youâve taken in her body, you look back up to Jessieâs face. Her expression is hard to read.
âOkay still?â
âYeah, itâs just, weird, in a good way but still weird, I feel like Iâve never done this, even though I have.â
âOkay babe, just talk to me, whatever you need.â She nods and you let your fingers slide between her folds. Her legs tense for a second before relaxing as you place your other hand out to hold hers, your fingers interlocking.
It only sets in when you feel the pool of wetness under your fingertips, that youâve never done this before. Now your nerves were back, only for a completely different reason. You didnât know what you were doing. You werenât going to be any good, she wouldnât like it.
âHey,â Jessie snaps you out of your spiral. She had felt your hand stop moving and looked up to see you staring off into space.
You pull your hand back away from her instinctively thinking she wanted you to stop. âIâm sorry did I hurt you?â
âNo, but I can tell that now youâre freaking out.â
âIâm not freaking out.â You hold up your hands, not liking her accusation. âIâve just, never done this to someone.â You mutter the second part under your breath as if Jessie wasnât already aware that you had never fucked a girl.
âI know.â She says, itâs a simple reply, it puts some of your anxiety at ease. The rest of your nerves leave when she keeps talking to you. âRemember when we started dating, and I was worried because I havenât dated in so long? I was scared of being a bad girlfriend. And you said you didnât expect me to be perfect and that itâs all really trial and error? Think of it like that.â
âOkay.â
âI donât expect you to be perfect, honestly, and donât take this the wrong way, this has been perfect so far, but I still have nerves, so Iâm not sure youâll even be able to get me to finish. It might take a few tries and thatâs okay. Iâm not expecting earth shattering orgasms. I was expecting you to be caring, and gentle, and sweet and you have exceeded my expectations already in regard to that, if I cum great, if not, this has still been great babe.â
As you look at her, those words coming from her mouth you canât help but think of those three words. They sat in the back of your mind for the past few days, you felt it, you wanted to tell her, it was bubbling out of your chest.
âCan I tell you something?â
âAlways.â
âI love you.â Thereâs a long pause before you continue. âYou donât have to say it back.â And she doesnât. Jessie doesnât say anything, she just lays, motionless starting back at you.
âOh my god I just fucked this up didnât I?â You want to backpedal, go back to when she was comfortable. Your chest feels tight as you put your hands over your face.
âUm,â she starts, you look notice her eyes looking glossy.
âIâm so sorry Jessie, I just couldnât hold it in anymore. I can leave if-â
âNO!â Her hand comes to grab at your shoulders.
âOhâ her touch on your shoulders relaxes you slightly.
âIâ she lets out a huge sigh, âI love you.â You feel your heart racing. You can barely hear her continue to talk over the sound of blood rushing in your ears. âI actually said it to you the other day, when we fell asleep on the couch together. You were sleeping obviously but, thatâs when I realized it, I had felt it before but I couldnât place it. Seeing you peacefully sleeping, I felt like my heart was going to fall out of my chest, I was so overwhelmed with you, everything about you. I love you.â
You now have tears in your own eyes, feeling so overwhelmed with emotions. You kiss Jessie hard, pouring your feelings for her into the kiss as best you can and she does the same.
When you pull away she smirks at you. âSo are we going to finish this, or did we just kill the mood?â
âDefinitely didnât kill the mood, plus now I think this is considered âmaking loveââ you hold up air quotes around the words.
âEw! No.â She gives you a gentle shove on the shoulder. âPlease donât ever call it that, you make us sound like old people.â She laughs but you can also tell sheâs serious about not calling it that.
âFine, now where were we?â You put your lips back on her and let your hand fall back between her legs. You find the same wetness that had started your anxiety before. This time to take a deep breath and remind yourself itâs just Jessie, itâll be okay.
You use your fingers to drag some of her wetness up to her clit, making your fingers slide better. Drawing circles around it for a bit, you feel Jessie flexing and moving her hips slightly to meet your fingers.
âCan you press a little harder?â Jessieâs voice comes out a little raspy, how it sometimes would sound after she fucked you, it was hot.
You listen, pressing your fingers more firm against her body. âJust like that.â A tingle runs down your spine at her praise. You continue circling her clit, occasionally dipping back near her entrance to collect more of her arousal. One of the times when your fingers drift down Jessie speaks up.
âYou can put them inside, if youâre comfortable, and then your other hand or maybe your tongue, on my clit.â You smile at the was she looks away saying the last word, she was so mouthy in bed when she was fucking you and yet so bashful right now.
Eager to taste her finally you move to your stomach keeping your fingers against her. Having your face this close to her you can smell her arousal, itâs similar and yet completely different than your own, having tasted and smelled yourself off Jessieâs lips and fingers on numerous occasions. You adjust your position again so that your mouth is just above where she wants you, your middle finger sitting at her opening.
Unsure of what to start first youâre frozen for a minute.
âAre you okay?â Itâs now Jessie asking you instead of you asking her.
âYeah, Iâm just new to this.â
âPut your fingers in first.â You loved how she could tell what the dilemma was you were having without having to tell her or explain.
You do as she says and slowly slide your middle finger into her, the sensation is warm, smooth, and definitely wet. You let a moan fall from your lips when your finger is fully inside, finally feeling her around you. You pump it in and out slowly a few times before picking up the pace.
âAdd another.â Jessie requests and you uncurl your ring finger, putting it next to your middle and slowing down your thrusts when you push both fingers in.
âOh fuck.â You hear Jessie whisper. You look up and her mouth is open, eyes locked on where your hand was entering her. Keeping eye contact with her, you drop your tongue out and let it find her clit. With a single swipe you earn a loud moan from Jessie. âKeep doing that.â
Youâd be lying if you said your ego wasnât being inflated by this moment, your girlfriend moaning under you, because of your fingers and your mouth, you can see why Jessie loves being the one giving.
You find a workable rhythm between your fingers and tongue movement. Jessie is still moving her hips, her hands now both on your head, also applying pressure to move you where she needed you. It was helpful to have her guiding, and also hot the way she tugged harder on your hair when she would moan.
âThatâs so good babe, keep doing that, Iâm going to cum.â Her words made your eyes that you didnât even realize you had closed snap open, finding her face. You wanted to watch as she fell apart from your touch. A couple seconds later, you get to see exactly that. Jessieâs fingers twist themselves hard in your hair, nearly painful, her mouth falls open, moans and a whine of your name comes out. Her legs close around your head and her pussy clenched tightly on your fingers making it hard for you to keep them thrusting.
âOkay, babe, fuck.â She shoves your forehead, taking the hint she was sensitive you pull back, carefully removing your fingers from inside of her.
You move up toward her head, leaving kissing sporadically across her body, one to each thigh, one above her hip, one next to her belly button, one under her rigt breast, one between her chest, two to her shoulders, one on her neck and then a kiss to each cheek before her nose and forehead and finally placing your lips on hers.
âHi.â You say as you hold your face above hers, she looks sleepy, dazed, but happy.
âHi.â
âAre you okay?â Itâs maybe the 15th time youâve asked her tonight, but you want to check.
âYeah, are you?â
âYes, I love you.â You say before leaning down to kiss her again.
When you pull back she says âI love you.â
âCan I lay?â Jessie nods her arms wrapping around your back to hold you tightly to her.
You both lay in silence, catching your breath, your head rests on her chest and you can hear her heart still racing.
âThank you.â The quiet voice comes from above your head, you tilt against her chest to see Jessie looking at you.
âIâm proud of you.â
She just hums back at you. As you lay you hear her heartbeat slow, returning to its resting rate. You can tell sheâs falling asleep, her leg twitching a few times before it stops and her breathing becomes slow and relaxed.
You close your own eyes, falling asleep to the sound of Jessieâs heartbeat, feeling safe in her arms, safe with her. You loved her, she loved you, everything was perfect.
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